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Post by Riley Gordon on Sept 20, 2017 5:06:42 GMT
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SINGLES MATCH
Rayne vs Crystal Millar
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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!{Iām Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isnāt alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol.}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Zelda Knite, residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 115 pounds, Crystal Millar! Terri Morasco: Crystal is always looking for that one big win to get back into the title conversation, and there's no telling when that performance might come. Vasco Dias: I could figure something out. If she just gives me her number, I'll get in touch, andā Terri Morasco: You're a pig, Vasco. Vasco Dias: It's part of my charm. {Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.}Alison Valance: And her opponent... {"Blood" by In This Moment plays over the PA, and Rayne emerges from the curtain, a glare on her face. She cracks her knuckles as she walks down the ramp, focused on the ring ahead of her.}Alison Valance: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 155 pounds, Rayne! Terri Morasco: Rayne had a great redebut last week, and she's looking to keep her momentum up here and get into that same title consideration. Vasco Dias: For a woman of her age, she looked great! Then again, for a woman of any age, she's looking mighty fine... Terri Morasco: You do know she's taken, right? And you're not her type. Vasco Dias: Please. Give me twenty minutes, and Vasco's everyone's type. {Rayne rolls under the bottom rope, climbing back to her feet and throwing a fist in the air. She backs into one of the corners, testing the ropes as she waits impatiently for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: Two women with pride and championship implications on the line, right here on Sacrifice! Let's do this! {The bell rings, and both women move in to lock up, Rayne quickly overpowering Crystal and maneuvering her into a side headlock. She cranks on the hold, flipping through with a side headlock takeover. Crystal quickly counters out into a headscissors, but Rayne uses her impressive power to pry Crystal's legs apart, snatching one of them and swiftly transitioning into a leglock. Crystal uses her flexibility to twist, reaching the ropes quickly. Rayne obliges on the break after a two-count, nodding and cracking her neck as both women regain a vertical base.}Terri Morasco: Both women having moments of advantage there, but mat wrestling would seem to be an area that would benefit the veteran here. Vasco Dias: She has the size and strength advantage. Mobility is going to be Crystal's biggest asset here. {Again, they move in to lock up, but Crystal ducks underneath, delivering a kick to Rayne's thigh as she does. Rayne clutches her leg, and Crystal hits the ropes, coming off with another big kick! She keeps running, flipping forward into a handspring, and comes off the ropes into a wheelbarrow, transitioning it into a big arm drag! Rayne flips head over heels into the corner, and Crystal follows her in with another handspring into a back elbow! She points out of the corner, hooking Rayne's head for a bulldog, and runs, but Rayne manages to run with her, lifting Crystal up mid-run and spiking her on her head with a DANGEROUS back suplex! Rayne bridges!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Crystal had a lot of momentum there, and then what a counter from Rayne! Those veteran instincts taking over! Vasco Dias: Too many flips, dammit! This is what happens when you get all showy and posture-y! {Rayne grabs at Crystal's arm as she kicks out, trying to twist her into a cross armbreaker! Crystal gets her long legs underneath her, pushing up, and turns the submission attempt into a pin!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both women back up to their feet, and Crystal runs the ropes under a Rayne clothesline, springboarding off and crashing into Rayne with a corkscrew back elbow! She rolls to her feet, bowing briefly for the crowd, before hitting the ropes again and catching a rising Rayne with a TILT-A-WHIRL DDT! It's Rayne's turn to be spiked on her head, and Crystal quickly rolls into the cover!
ONE! TWO! THRāKICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Some more of that admirable speed from Crystal Millar, and it's starting to pay some dividends! Vasco Dias: It only takes a moment to be caught, but for the moment, Crystal seems as uncatchable as the dawn. {Crystal gets to her feet first, seeing Rayne working her way up to a standing position, and hits the ropes, delivering a sliding dropkick to the face. Not wasting any time, she heads to the ropes, handspringing off and flipping for the SMELL THE ROSES! NO! Rayne gets her knees up just in time! Crystal clutches her midsection as she crumples, and even Rayne winces as she stands, favoring her right knee. Crystal stumbles to her feet, and Rayne grabs her by the arm, Irish whipping her into the corner before crushing her against the turnbuckle with a huge clothesline! As Crystal stumbles, woozy, out of the corner, Rayne wraps her up in a rear waistlock, delivering a HUGE bridging German suplex!
ONE! TWO! THRāKICKOUT! At the last moment, Rayne's knee buckles, allowing Crystal to kick free!}Terri Morasco: She'd been working on that knee earlier in the match, and Rayne's had a history of knee problems... Vasco Dias: That's the kind of weakness that can nullify just about any power advantage, but I'm not sure Crystal is in any position to take advantage right now. This is a big moment. {Both women struggle back to a standing base on opposite sides of the ring, feet shaky underneath them. Rayne is the first to turn, charging at Crystal with a right hand. Crystal ducks under, hitting the ropes, and she handsprings off again. This time, Rayne ducks down, catching Crystal on her shoulders in an electric chair position! Crystal volleys down a series of punches, struggling, and manages to spin around, looking for the MYSTERIORANA! NO! Rayne hangs on, gritting her teeth as she roars and pulls Crystal back up, staggering back...ONLY TO DROP HER DOWN AGAIN WITH A SITOUT POWERBOMB!
ONE! TWO! THREāNO! HAND ON THE ROPES!}Terri Morasco: WHOA! We've seen Rayne win many a match with that sitout powerbomb, and Crystal just BARELY survived it here! Vasco Dias: That knee injury screwed up Rayne's positioning, and it gave Crystal that window to survive...but I think Rayne's intent on slamming it shut. {Rayne is shocked, shaking her head, but the shock is quickly wiped from her face. She stands up, double-underhooking Crystal's limp arms, and makes a point of hauling her to the center of the ring before lifting and dropping her with the BITCH BREAKER! Rayne shoots the half into the cover!
ONE! TWO! THREE! "Blood" plays again as Rayne stands up, cracking her neck.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Rayne! Terri Morasco: A great showing from Crystal Millar, but ultimately it's the veteran who triumphs here. Rayne picking up an impressive victory tonight on Sacrifice. Vasco Dias: All it took was one too many flashy moment, and Rayne's experience gave her the knowledge and wherewithal to hit a counter and pick up the W. Much respect to both women, and yes, that's even for that spot monkey Crystal. Terri Morasco: Damned by faint praise as always, Vasco. Can't you ever just compliment someone? Vasco Dias: I just did. Were you not listening? ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
āSend Moreā
---------------------------------------------------------- {We move backstage to find Rachel Grimes standing in front of an IWF logo holding a microphone with a smile on her face.}Rachel Grimes: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, Mason St. Croix. {The crowd seeing this on the tron inside the arena cheer wildly for Mason as he steps into the picture dressed to compete.}Rachel Grimes: Mason, later tonight you're facing The Brothers Black in a two on one handicapped match. If you win against the longest reigning tag team champions in IWF history you get the man you've been after for weeks now in Angel Blake. The odds are clearly not in your favor, how do you see yourself winning this match? {Mason lowers his head towards the microphone to speak.}Mason St. Croix: Easily Rachel, that's how I see myself winning this match. I've been beating up dudes with the last name Black since the day I stepped foot in an IWF ring the first time. That ain't changing. Especially not with a chance to get my hands on Angel. He knows I'm gonna walk through his goons, he's a coward but he's a smart coward so I know he's gonna have more hoops for me to jump through. {Rachel seems taken back by the confidence of Mason's response.}Rachel Grimes: These are the same Brothers Black who left you laying at Blake's creepy compound just a week ago. They also strapped your paralyzed friend to a wheelchair and pushed him off a stage three years ago. There's also two of them and only one of you. Do you think you might be underestimating them? {Mason smiles.} Mason St. Croix: No Rachel, I think Angel is underestimating me by only sending two. Rachel Grimes: There you have it ladies and gentlemen, bold words from Mason St. Croix ahead of his handicapped match later tonight! {Mason walks out of the picture as we fade away from Rachel.}----------------------------------------------------------
2 ON 1 HANDICAP MATCH
If Mason St. Croix wins, he gets his match with āGODā (Angel Blake)
Mason St. Croix vs The Brothers Black
---------------------------------------------------------- {"The War Isn't Over Yet" by Eye Empire begins playing and blue and white pyro shoots out from the walkway as Mason St. Croix stares straight ahead with his eyes focus on his opponent and walks at a marching pace towards the ring . Once in the ring Mason climbs all four turnbuckles one at a time before hoping down and taking the center of the ring where he stands at attention, his eyes never moving from his opponent.}Vasco Dias: Here he is! The Soldier against God! Mason St. Croix! You know Iāve never really cared for this guy and his almost James Gilmore like erotic American fantasy but I do appreciate his desire to be sacrificed to the Lord of Wrestling! Terri Morasco: Arenāt you cutting Mason a little short? Vasco Dias: Heck no! Terri, he called out God! The single most dominate force in the history of this company and not only wants to fight him but expects to win!? Mason is living a mad manās fantasy! Terri Morasco: Some would say the same about Angel Blake. Vasco Dias: No one that enjoys breathing! {The lights in the arena dim to a glow as Sail by Devildriver hits the pa. Mason stands tall in the center of the ring ready to face the Brothers Black.}Vasco Dias: And here come the longest reigning tag team champions in the history of the company! The disciples of God! The Brothers Black! Terri Morasco: These two men are dangerous, I hope Mason knows what he got himself into! Vasco Dias: Mason got himself into a world of pain! Believe that! {Mason stands ready but the Brothers never come out. Finally the crowd starts to boo as two men with painted faces jump the crowd barriers in all black gear and charge the ring behind Mason.}Terri Morasco: Theyāre coming from the crowd! {Mason turns just as both Brothers enter the ring and topple St. Croix with a two man clothes line as the referee calls for the bell!}Vasco Dias: Youāve got to have eyes in the back of your skull when dealing with the Disciples of God! There is a reason even Roberto Verona was unable to surpass their tag team title reign! The Brothers Black are deadly! Terri Morasco: I agree with you there Vasco! The Brothers Black are tag team sevants, Mason is out of his element in this match up! {The brothers put the boots to Mason St. Croix as he tries to cover his head with his hands. The referee is trying to get control over the brothers but they donāt listen. Instead the brothers pull Mason up to his feet and launch him into the turnbuckles with a two man irish whip! Mason hits hard and gets hit harder as the Brothers crash into him with another tag team clothes line!}Vasco Dias: This is what you get when you wage war against God! Mason has never seen such devastation!Not even on the battlefield! Terri Morasco: I wouldnāt go that far but the odds are not in Masonās favor! {The brothers start to put the boots to the mid section of Mason in the corner and eventually he slumps down to a seated position.The Brothers unleash hell on him as they drop down with right and left clubbing blows. The referee manages to pull them away but Frank blows past the referee with a running knee in the corner to the seated Mason and then Eddie connects with baseball slide clothes line in the corner!}Terri Morasco: Theyāre just picking Mason apart! Vasco Dias: You never call out the Lord of Wrestling, the God among men! And expect to walk away unscathed! Terri Morasco: Mason is going to need a miracle to fight back from this brutality! {Eddie is now on the outside of the ring and grabs Mason and rips him to the outside where he falls back first. Frank follows them out and the two of them pull Mason up to his feet and launch St. Croix gut first into the crowd barrier! Eddie and Frank both grab a hold of Mason, pick him up over their heads and drop him mid section fists onto the crowd barrier.}Vasco Dias: The brothers are victimizing the mid section of Mason St. Croix! Terri Morasco: Even if Mason survives this match what will he have left to give Angel Blake!? Vasco Dias: Heās not surviving this match! {Eddie and Frank throw Mason backward into the ring apron and the two charge him with another tandem clothes line. They roll Mason up onto the apron and push him back into the ring. The brothers scurry in and Eddie makes the cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: Mason just kicked out! Vasco Dias: Mason should have let the madness end! Terri Morasco: Mason never quits! Vasco Dias: He should consider learning! {Eddie and Frank pull Mason up to his feet and throw him hard into the ropes. Mason bounces off and comes running back toward the brothers but connects with the WARPATH SPINEBUSTER ON EDDIE BLACK!}Terri Morasco: Mason is on the WARPATH! {Mason pops back to his feet in time to block a right hook from Frank Black and connect with his own St. Croix combo that rocks Frank. Mason moves right in for Bombs over Baghdad!!! Eddie is up bow and Mason stops him in his tracks with another St. Croix combo! Eddie is stunned and Mason floors him with the RECOIL!!! Frank has staggered back to his feet and St. Croix CATCHES HIM THE ACT of trying to punch him with a capture suplex!}Terri Morasco: I think St. Croix has a chance of actually winning this thing! Vasco Dias: Mason is in good shape right now but itās still a two on one match! Terri Morasco: A two on one match where the other two men are on their ass! {Mason is up to his feet and heās seething with anger. Eddie pushes himself back up, the pain on his face is smeared and something snaps in Mason as he grabs Eddie and drills him with the Road Rash! Mason pulls Eddie right back up to his feet and lays him out with a devastating Rangerās Way!}Terri Morasco: RANGERāS WAY!!!! RANGERāS WAY!!!! Vasco Dias: I donāt believe this!!! Terri Morasco: Maybe Angel Blake bit off more than he can chew!!! {Eddie Black is out cold but Frank Black is getting back to his feet. Mason drills Frank with a forearm smash and then pulls him in for a RANGERāS WAY!!!!}Terri Morasco: That has got to be it!!! Vasco Dias: How could the Disciples of God have failed!? Terri Morasco: Mason St.Croix is far better than anyone has given him credit for! {Mason stands up with both brothers laid out at his feet. Mason considers covering Frank but then instead he reaches down and pulls the younger brother to his feet. āIāVE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YOUR GOD!āMason screams in the face of Frank before picking him up for another Rangerās Way!}āYessssssssss my sssssonā¦. Ssssacrifice the swine to your Saviorā¦ā{The arena lights go complete out save for a spot light on Mason, still holding Frank in the Rangerās Way and the face of God on the big screen with a terrible smile plastered across his face.}āShow the simpletons the savagery I gifted youā¦ā{Mason hesitates, still angry but doubting his decision.}āShatter. His. Soul. SHRED HIS BODY!!!ā{Mason snaps out of his rage and sees what he is doing. He drops Frank back to the mat without hurting him and glares up at the face of God. Mason marches to the ropes and grabs a mic from a stage hand.} Mason St. Croix: That's what this is isn't it Angel? It's a test to see how far I'll go to get to you. Well... {Mason surveys the ring and see's both of his opponents down and out.}Mason St. Croix: You agreed that all I had to do was win and it looks to me like I've done enough. {Blake's sinister grin is beaming down on Mason.}"Let there be light."{All the arena lights come back on now to a blinding degree.}"Join me at the Compound, my crazed child and face what you have conjured."{Mason stares daggers at the pale monstrosity.}"Communion through Crucifixion!"{The ring posts suddenly ignite in flaming towers as Mason looks all around ready to fight but the only thing to come is sadistic laughter from the fading face of god.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Will Fenell vs Mr. Happy
---------------------------------------------------------- {Mr. Happy by ICP hits the pa. Mr. Happy comes dancing out onto the stage shaking bottles of Root Beer Faygo. He shakes one then sends it flying off the ramp and into the crowd like a soda rocket.}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 320 pounds, Mr. Happy! Terri Morasco: Here comes Mr. Happy, and something tells me he might be a little miffed that he was left out of the King of Detroit match we had last month. Vasco Dias: You can't be serious. You think he could have been King of Detroit?! This...this... Terri Morasco: Clown? Vasco Dias: CLOWN! Thank you! Terri Morasco: I just like watching you get worked up. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. {The other he rips open and spills all over his face and mouth before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring.}Alison Valance: And his opponent... "Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. You pussy @#$! finna make me kill one a y'all" {We hear the opening intro for Atlanta's own T.I "Hurt" come over the P.A. system. We see the Redneck Rampage banner across the tron as the house lights dim a bit and a red and white hue takes over the arena. One half of the Brothers Fenell, Will comes walking out from behind the curtain he's nodding his head with the beat of the song and flashes his grill at the fans as he walks down the ramp way.}Alison Valance: From the A-T-L, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the Pitbull, Will Fenell! Terri Morasco: Will Fenell is coming off of a hard-fought match with Caleb Lockwood at last week's Freedom Fight Night, and you know he must be wanting to erase the memory of that loss. Vasco Dias: Judging by the way he spoke this week, I think he's already erased it in his mind. Now, he's set on erasing that face-painted buffoon. {Will rolls into the ring flashes his grill once more then goes to his corner bouncing from foot to foot before bending down like a catcher behind home plate but resting his arms on his legs and waits for the opening bell of the match.}Terri Morasco: One of the more outspoken wrestlers on the roster against one of the more...unusual. Both of these men are looking to pick up the win, but only one can. Let's see what happens! {The bell rings, and Happy walks out of his corner, arms spread wide for a hug. Will stands up, cocking an eyebrow, and Happy gestures for Will to bring it in. The crowd immediately picks up, a chant of "HUG IT OUT! HUG IT OUT! HUG IT OUT!" building in the stands. Will looks around again, shrugs once, and walks in, meeting Mr. Happy with a hug in the middle of the ring! This tender moment, however, is quickly ruined when Will locks his grip, pops his hips, and hauls Happy over with a massive belly-to-belly suplex! Happy spasms, clutching his back, and Will fires off a stomp to Happy's back, shaking his head in disdain.}Terri Morasco: Well, so much for pleasantries! Vasco Dias: That sonofabitch betrayed the sanctity of the hug! KILL HIM, HAPPY! Terri Morasco: Your moods swing so hard sometimes, Vasco... {Will hauls Happy up, lighting him up with a hard knife-edge chop! He swings in with a forearm shot using the same arm, and delivers a series of chops and forearms that drive Happy back into the corner. Happy manages to evade one of the forearms, rolling out of the way in an uncharacteristic display of speed, and follows it up with a big running splash in the corner! Will stumbles out of the corner groggily before flopping to the mat, and Happy begins slowly backing his way up the turnbuckles, testing his weight carefully. He waves to the crowd from the bottom turnbuckle, smile wide, before slowly backing up to the second turnbuckle. As soon as he's found his footing there, though, Will hastily scrambles to his feet, rocking the bigger man with a jumping European uppercut! Happy doubles over, grabbing the middle rope with one hand to stabilize himself, and Will takes the opening to scramble up himself, hooking Happy's head and leaping off with the FENELL CUTTER!}Terri Morasco: FENELL CUTTER! What an impact! Vasco Dias: Big move for a big man, and he's not done! {Indeed, Will spins around to maintain the facelock, pushing his feet up under himself and bridging over into the DIRTY SOUTH LOCK! The excruciating hold is only on for a few seconds, though, as Happy quickly slaps the mat in submission! Will lets go, flipping to his feet and thrusting his fist in the air as "Hurt" plays again.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner by submission, Will Fenell! Terri Morasco: And what a rebound for Will Fenell, putting away Mr. Happy here tonight with the Dirty South Lock! Vasco Dias: It's always nice to see that big oaf taken down a peg. Good for you, Fenell! Now do something about those braces! Terri Morasco: Oh, could you be serious for just a moment? Just once?! Vasco Dias: Not with that kind of attitude, I can't. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
āSpin The Wheelā
---------------------------------------------------------- {As an on-screen graphic proudly touts "LIVE!! - CORPUS CHRISTI, TX," we find ourselves on the private beach outside the back of James Gilmore's villa. The sun starts to dip below the horizon to cap off what can only be described as a partly cloudy and humid day as the camera pans over to the right slightly, revealing Gilmore and Lindsey Grawn standing next to their beloved "All-American Wheel of Fortune." They each have smiles on their mugs as the tap on the wheel that was unveiled on last week's program.}James Gilmore: Listen to US...my fellow Imperial dudes and dudettes! {Lindsey cackles with glee as she seductively places her right hand on one of the pegs.}Lindsey Grawn: Didn't we promise y'all we were gonna spin this here wheel?! Well...we ain't gonna waste no more of your time and cut to the chase, as we've got BIGGER and BETTER things to do than to listen to y'all sheep glorify a womanizin' piece of shit with a mouth as dirty as Pandora Freeman's... James Gilmore: ...PFFFFT! Or so our alternative sources tell us. Lindsey Grawn: (laughs) As y'all can see, this wheel has plenty of match stipulations to choose from--some we've seen in IWF, others...are our own, original design. But more importantly...there are envelopes attached to them stips, and these envelopes contain the GRRRRRR-EAT reward that you, Derek, COULD win...that is, assumin' you can beat him of course. So without further delays, Mr. Gilmore hunny-bunny? This is YOUR creation, so YOU have the honors. James Gilmore: (blushes) And I'll be sure to get this sucker all the way around. After all, it ain't rigged... {With a sly, "I just ate your cookies"-type smirk on his face, James proudly steps up to the wheel and gives it a big, hearty spin. Round and round the contraption went, the pair clapping as if they were on the longest-running syndicated game show in TV history. Our cameras zoom into the cheerful expressions of James and Lindsey as the wheel slowed down before coming to a complete stop.}James Gilmore: Hrmmm...wow, this sounds like fun! "Loser Gets Deported!" Lindsey Grawn: And the rules for that are REAL simple...no countouts, no disqualifications...the loser is barred from IWF competitions or functions for a period of thirty days! James Gilmore: Perhaps in Derek's case, he'll come back and start actin' like Rocket Man all of a sudden. Now....what's in the envelope, some might ask? Lindsey, if ya will... {Giggling, with just a slight tinge of red on her cheeks, Lindsey pulls down the envelope and prepares to open it...only for a guard wearing a red shirt to run into the picture. He breathes heavily as he bumps into Gilmore by accident.}Lindsey Grawn: How DARE y'all interrupt the fun part, you stupid Humanoid! James Gilmore: Lindsey, HEEL! (pats the Redshirt on the shoulder) Slow down bud...what's wrong? {The Redshirt stammered.}Redshirt: W-w-we...we have a bogey. {The camera pans over and we see Derek Brooks of all people in a tank top and shorts, stomping over to the situation. Heās interrupted by the Redshirt who tries to hammer him but Derek is having none of it, staggering the man with shots to the face before grabbing him and slamming him into the wheel, knocking it over into the sand as Gilmore and Grawn start yelling. Derek grabs him again and throws him into the Gulf of Mexico!}Derek Brooks: I hope your punkass gets thrown into the middle of the Atlantic by the damn hurricane BITCH! {James tries to attack from behind, but before he can, Derek snaps his head over his shoulder, stunning Gilmore who stammers then charges only to get hit with a Spinebuster in the sand! Derek walks over to the barbed-wire wrapped board stuck in the sand, still stained with his blood from a month ago, pulls it out of the sand and throws it into the Gulf as well.}Derek Brooks: Now, letās see this stupid thing. {Derek pulls the wheel up out of the sand as Lindsey glares. He spins the wheel nearly off the spoke.}Derek Brooks: Letās see what theā¦ {He narrows his gaze toward Lindsey.}Derek Brooks: And what the hell are you looking at? Perhaps I save the world a migraine and stick this wheel right up your nether region so that there will never...EVER...be any little Grawns running around. {Lindsey seems taken aback before Derek looks back at the wheel before planting his foot right through it, snapping it in half.}Derek Brooks: I told you I was going to break this damn board. Hereās a message for your stupid ass candidate...IT DOESNāT MATTER WHAT THE STIP IS! Iāll kick his ass on the beach, in a ring, in the restroom, it doesnāt matter. Heās mine at Extreme Endurance, and this time...he wonāt get away. {Derek looks over at Gilmore who is staggering to his feet. Derek grabs half the wheel and blast Gilmore right over the top of the head before tossing the half-wheel to the side.}Derek Brooks: BITCH! {Derek walks off as the camera focuses on Gilmore who is out cold with Lindsey trying to bring him back as we fade to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Jason Sandman & Jayson Matthews vs Devlin Raine & Chris Card
---------------------------------------------------------- {Am I a Psycho? comes over the speakers and without any video or theatrics Jason Sandman comes walking out from the back and heads down the ramp. Sandman slides into the ring and immediately starts demanding a microphone. As one of the stage hands slides the microphone into the ring and gets out of the harm's way before Sandman gets over to the microphone. Sandman sneers at the man and picks up the microphone.} Jason Sandman: I am going to keep this sweet and on point. Where in the hell is Matthews and Jacobs? Come on I know both of them are in the building. {Sandman paces around the ring waiting to see if either of them are going to come out. As he realizes they aren't Jason continues.}Jason Sandman: See I have this very important thing I need to ask both of them. It goes a little something like this. What are you both thinking? See I believe that the beatings you two have taken must have caused your mind to slip because that's the only excuse I can come up with as to why either of you thought fast counting me was going to just slip by and retaliation wasn't coming. So both of you bring your asses down here and we are going to have ourselves another Invictus Championship match. {The fans cheer at the prospect of a title match tonight.} Jason Sandman: What do you say children? Are you going to die in combat or as cowards. I leave the choice to you both. Terri Morasco: What is he talking about? We are supposed to be having a tag match here! Vasco Dias: Haven't you learned by now, Terri? Sandman does what he wants to do, when he wants to do it! {Sandman paces back and forth in the ring cursing out loud as he waits and finally āPerfect Mistakeā by 311 starts blaring through the speakers as The Invictus Champion Jayson Matthews steps through the curtain microphone in hand as the music fades out. Jayson talks into the microphone as he walks down the ramp.} Jayson Matthews: You know Sandman, I understand why you're madā¦.the way our match ended at Open Fight Night you know it didn't sit well with me either. I don't want a win over you like thatā¦.ā {Jayson shakes his head, he hesitates but still climbs onto the apron and into the ring.} Jayson Matthews: No way, you see if I'm finally going to get in this ring and kick your ass, I want to be able say I did it without any shadow of a doubt! Without any questionā¦. {Jayson walks up to the center of the ring and meets Sandman in the middle.} Jayson Matthews: So you're damn right we're going to have another Invictus Title matchā¦.say I don't know, Extreme Endurance at the Barclays Center next Sunday night? {Sandman nods his head grins sadistically.} Jayson Matthews: And You may scare the hell out of me and you're probably going to hurt me really bad but I think we need to up the ante here. Since we're going to be in Brooklyn how about we settle this in a Brooklyn DEATH MATCH!!!!ā {The whole building pops, even Sandman is a bit surprised by the challenge.} Terri Morasco: He said what? Vasco Dias: That's it, he's stupid. Jayson Matthews: That's right! Because I am tired of running, I'm tired of getting beat on and pummeled and if all you want to is kick my ass and take my title then I guess I'm giving you a two for one special at Extreme Endurance! {Jason Sandman gets an evil smile on his face.}Jason Sandman: That's all I came out here for. Have fun in the match tonight. {Jason walks over to the ropes and flips out of the ring. Sandman lands on his feet and keeps his eyes on Jayson Matthews as he heads up the ramp. As Sandman gets halfway up the ramp Roberto Verona makes his way out. Sandman looks back and sees the boss, but keeps going up the ramp.}Roberto Verona: Sandman I don't know where you are going, but I booked a match for these fans tonight and it's going to happen. If it doesn't then don't even show up at Extreme Endurance or any other show for that matter. {Sandman sneers at Verona and comments this isn't over before heading back to the ring.}Vasco Dias: Well thatās something. Glad the boss is still keeping order in this place, but this whole ordeal has led us to a commercial break. (Commercial Break)Terri Morasco: Fans we are back, and finally maybe we will be able to get this tag match started, incase you missed it, It seemed like the team of Jayson Matthews and Jason Sandman were going to come to blow, and Sandman wanted his title shot tonight. Vasco Dias: Once again, Iām glad because I want to see some Armbars, not two idiots hitting each other with things. {The Lights Darken as the Into of "OMEN" start to play, whilst the beat picks up Devlin emerges from the crowd wearing his jacket and the Guy Fawkes mask , the Destiny Dealer steps up on the guard railing slowly as he slips off the mask and slides under the bottom rope to salute at the crowd waving his hands to the music as if conducting an orchestra and then turns to keep eyes about him.}Terri Morasco: Well here is the former Man Of Steel Champion Vasco Dias: I still donāt know how I feel about the guy. Plus his face looks so familiar. Terri Morasco: I do sense I have seen him somewhere before, but I canāt quite put my finger on it. Vasco Dias: What was that one guy when IWF first opened that used to make those stupid comments at the announce table? Terri Morasco: You talking about, Trent Helms? Vasco Dias: Yes, They look exactly alike! Terri Morasco: Not at all, Devlin is a handsome young man, Trent had crazy hair. Vasco Dias: They look exactly the same! {Purple and white spotlights home in on the entrance area as the opening drum fill to "DC Sound Attack!" plays. As the harmonica and guitars start up, Chris Card walks the first few steps out from the curtain and pauses, soaking in the atmosphere and cracking an enigmatic smile. After a brief nod of acknowledgement to the crowd, Card walks purposefully down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope.}Terri Morasco: Finally we can get this match underway.. Vasco Dias: Hold on a Second! {Chris Card immediately hits Jayson Matthews with The Calling Card to a chorus of boos and shocks, as he did it out of nowhere, as Matthews collapses out of the ring. Devlin is even a little shocked by his partner's actions, Sandman actually chuckles to himself, as the bell ring, as Chris Card exits the ring, pointing down at his handy work laying on the ground.}Terri Morasco: That was a horrible act by Chris Card, attacking Jayson Matthews Vasco Dias: Usually Iām not about such things, but if it means Jayson Matthews and his lack of wrestling ability never gets in this match, then Iām all for it! Terri Morasco: But he is a champion! Vasco Dias: Who doesnāt even know how to do a proper wrist lock! {Devlin hits the ropes, and ducks under a big boot from the much taller Sandman, Sandman knowing he miss his mark, immediately swings around, looking to time Raine returning off the ropes for a spinning back fist, hoping Devlin will Kiss the Demon, or in this case, his fist but Devlin manages to duck under and as Sandman finally turns around out of options, is met with a dropkick to the knee, Sandman is unphased, but Devlin hits another, Sandman then grabs Devlin, fisting his head like a basketball.}Vasco Dias: This is what you do when you have the size advantage, You grab the smaller man and impose your will upon them. Terri Morasco: Doesnāt look like Devlin is going to allow that to happen. {Devlin lands a kick to the knee, but Sandman still has his grip, as he is looking to sweep the leg, but Devlin manages to check it with a shin kick, he backs up as Sandman still has that grip locked in, but gets back against the ropes, where his partner Chris Card manages to make a blind tag, and immediately hops off the apron, running across the outside of the ring. Matthews is cheering on his partner as he does see Card who yanks Matthews off the apron, causing his face to slam against the apron. This causes Sandman to take his eyes off the action, and finally letting Devlin break his grip, who manages to finally take Sandman down with another Dropkick to the knee. Card enters the ring, as Raine as quick as possible climbs to the top rope.}Terri Morasco: Great double team actions, a Superkick to the knee, followed by The Burning Chrome from Devlin Raine! Vasco Dias: Burning Chrome? If he is going to name his moves after web browsers, atleast name it Navigator. Terri Morasco: Jesusā¦How old are you? {Chris Card, being the tactical master that he is, immediately points the referee over towards Matthews entering the ring. With the referee eyes off of him, He hits a modified version of his calling card to the back of the knee of Sandman, as Devlin leaps off the top rope, hitting a beautiful Diving European Uppercut that has taken the bigger man off his feet. Devlin exits the ring, as Card makes our first cover of the match, Oneā¦.Sandman manages to press Card off of him before even the count of two.}Vasco Dias: This Sandman, I may not like how he wrestles, I may not like his carnage, but he is indeed a Manās Man. Terri Morasco: What does that even me? {Card is a little concerned that it didnāt even get a two count but knows itās still early in the match, as he lifts the leg of Sandman up, giving it a kick right to the back of the knee. Card then goes to spin around with the leg, but is shot into the corner by the force of Sandman, Sandman is showing a little sign of damage, as instead of tagging out to Matthews so that he could recover to full strength, charges into the corner, but meets a boot to the face by Card, the impact of getting decked right in the nose, stuns Sandman and allows him to come into reach of his partner Jayson Matthews who makes the tag, Card saw the tag, still charges Sandman and manages to shove him directly into the much smaller Matthews, avalanching him in the corner by his own partner.}Vasco Dias: This is why I like this Chris Card guy, He is crafty and knows all the tricks in the game. You have a blinded man, tagging in a much smaller guy, What do you do, make the big man squash his own partner like a bug, Genius, May not be a Bear Hug but I think I like it nonetheless. {Sandman finally notices what he did, and simply shrugs and smiles, as he exits the ring, as Matthews who is still a little hurt from taking a Calling Card before this match even began has yet to really get anything started, as Chris Card quickly takes down the Invictus Champion with a Snap Suplex, before placing his knee over the throat of Matthews, as he reaches out and makes a tag to Devlin Raine.}Terri Morasco: Devlin Raine and Chris Card are on the same page, I donāt like Jayson Matthews chances in this match. Vasco Dias: I never like his chances in any match {Raine climbs to the top rope, as Card releases his hold, as Matthews hops to his feet gasping for air, and not aware of his surroundings as Devlin Raine hits a Missile Dropkick right to the face, and quickly goes for a cover. Oneā¦..Twoā¦.Matthews kicks out}Vasco Dias: If Devlin would of decided to use a Armbar, this match would have been over, but no, He had to use one of them flippy floppy High Flying moves. Iām still pretty sure heās not who he says he is. Terri Morasco: Get over yourself, Heās not Trent Helms. Vasco Dias: Trent did a move like that, Always doing those flippy thingies. Terri Morasco: Itās a Missile Dropkick and literally Ā¾ of the roster does that move, You going to tell me Todd Williams is also Trent Helms? {Devlin knowing that Matthews has already taken a finishing maneuver in this matchup knows that Jayson doesnāt have very much left despite not being in this match very long. As he slides back to the ropes, and calls for the No Fate, as Matthews stumbles to his feet, Devlin charges and his knee connects!!!! With nothing but Air, as Matthews ducks out of the way, Matthew quickly kips up, and in a swift motion connects with the Ribcracker, the force of the blow sends Devlin back against the ropes. As this is happening, Chris Card makes a blind tag, Matthews hits a running dropkick that sends the former Man Of Steel Champion flipping over the ropes to the outside!}Terri Morasco: Jayson is finally getting is going, and while it usually takes him awhile to get his engine started, when he does rev it up, There is very few better then him. Vasco Dias: Great here comes one of those flippy floppy things again {Matthews taunts and gets the crowd fired up as Devlin is trying to shake the cobwebs out and struggles to his feet, as he took a bad fall to his knee. Matthews goes to run the ropes, and Jason Sandman himself this tag makes a blind tag, but this time, nowhere near as Gentle as Card did for his partner. Sandman enters the ring and him and Matthews look like they are about to come to blows, and they indeed do, as Sandman hits a big kick to the stomach, and lifts Matthews up, before tossing him over the top rope, and to the Outside, landing ontop of Devlin Raine who finally managed to make it to his feet.}Terri Morasco: That is almostā¦key word is almost the first sign of unity between them, Sandman uses his partner to take out Devlin Raine but I donāt think thatās what Jayson had in mind! Vasco Dias: Sandman is unlocking his inner demons it looks like! {Sandman lets out a huge battle Roar that quickly turns into pain as Chris Card hits another Calling Card to the back of the knee, this time completely taking him down, as he manages to cradle Sandman up with a Small Package. Oneā¦..Twoā¦..the official is out of view and Card notices his, fearing his grip is weakening, manages to get his feet on the second rope, as the referee hand hits three!}Vasco Dias: I may love a good armbar, but I love a man who uses his brain, along with his  . Chris Card is the real deal here. Terri Morasco: He just used the ropes, How does that signal heās the real deal? Vasco Dias: Because he won, and it means this match is over and I donāt have to see Jayson Matthews no more. {Chris Card immediately gets to his feet and slides out of the ring, moving past Jayson Matthews who is shocked this match is over, as DC Sound Attack is already playing as he helps Devlin up to his feet, Matthews looks depleted and knows he could take a cheap shot at Sandman for losing this match but simply gets his act together and grabs his Invictus Championship, as Sandman finally gets to his feet holding his knee, He looks nettledā¦.super nettled at the outcome of this match as Matthews stares him down from the top of the ramp as we head to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Dean Harper
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: āThis next contest is scheduled for one fall and is a special challenge match.ā {The lights go out as the melodic opening of The Howling by Within Temptation begins to play. After a few moments, a single white spotlight shines down on the stage, showing Dean crouched on the stage, looking down at the ground with his hood concealing his face. Smoke rises around him eerily as he slowly rolls his wrists. Suddenly, in time with the opening guitar riff, the lights snap blood red as Dean stands, walking through the now red-lit smoke towards the ring. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, he spreads his arms wide as he soaks in the red flashing lights before lifting his head sharply, kicking back the hood to show his face, nodding in rhythm to the music as he slowly breaks into a wicked grin. After a few moments, he turns and settles into his corner, tossing his hood and jacket to ringsideā¦ which are caught by Rowan, who the audience swears wasnāt standing there a second ago.}Alison Valance: āIntroducing first, representing the Pack, and accompanied to ringside by Rowan McDonoughā¦. From Sioux Falls, South Dakota and weighing in at 200 poundsā¦. āMost Loyalā Dean Harper!ā {As the ring announcer moves to a neutral corner the lights in the sold-out arena dim for just a moment as the opening strains of "I Remember (Grand Sword Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the sound speakers, as Nighthawk walks to the ring confidently shaking hands with the crowd as he does so. Climbing up on the outside of the 2nd and 3rd turnbuckles the "Wrestling Machine" exhorts the crowd to make more and more noise before climbing into the ring and submitting himself to be checked out by the referee.}Alison Valance: āAnd his opponentā¦. From Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 poundsā¦. āThe Master of 1000 Holdsā ā¦ā¦ āThe Wrestling Machineā Nighthawk!ā Terri Morasco: āAnd in Nighthawkās 2nd singles match back, he looks across the ring and sees the devoted right hand of Rowan McDonough, Dean Harper. You have to question, if youāre Nighthawk, exactly what youāre up against.ā Vasco Dias: āAnd, frankly, so does Dean Harper. Nighthawk is renowned worldwide for his stamina and strategic excellence. Dean Harper, for all his explosive offense, is not someone we have ever seen go very long in singles matches. If Nighthawk can extend him, Deanās stamina may come into question.ā {As Nighthawk removes his ring jacket and hands it to the referee, his eyes never leaving Dean Harper and Rowan McDonough, he slowly reaches up and unties the top knot keeping his lower back-length cherry bomb-red locks tied which draws appreciative sighs and squeals from the sold-out crowd inside the Nassau Coliseum. Moving to check Dean Harper for any foreign objects the referee does so warily, as though he wants to do absolutely nothing to draw the ire of Rowan McDonough. Finally satisfied Dean isnāt hiding anything inside of his jeans the referee rings the bell as Nighthawk moves into the center of the ring while Dean kneels in the corner as he listens to final instructions from Rowan as though she is uttering words straight out of every holy book in existence. Finally pulling himself up out of the corner Dean stares a hole through Nighthawk before rolling to the floor to get more instructions from his high priestess as the Chicagoan stays in the middle of the ring, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet to keep himself loose. Finally rolling back into the ring as the refereeās count reaches 8 Dean feints as though he is going to lock up finally before again rolling to the floor as Rowan continues to offer her protĆ©gĆ© more advice as Nighthawk leans against the ropes, looking entirely nonplussed by what is going on. Finally rolling back in the ring, the barest hint of a smirk crossing his face, Dean finally indicates heās ready to begin as an impassive Nighthawk simply waits for him to be ready before they immediately lock up and jockey for position with each other finally ending up near the ropes where the āWrestling Machineā looks to get a crotch lift only for Dean to grab the ropes and demand the referee break them up, which he is finally able to do at the count of 4 which causes Dean to again roll to the floor with Rowan right behind him offering advice that he is quite eagerly lapping up as Nighthawk sits on the middle strand of rope simply waiting for him to return to the ring. Flipping his long hair out of his face the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā stares a hole through a smirking Dean Harper on the outside.} Terri Morasco: āI question the wisdom of these tactics from Dean Harper and his guiding light Rowan McDonough. Nighthawk has had 2 matches in 3 months, a 6-man tag that was more like a bar fight than actual wrestling, and an absolute destruction of Mr. Happy last week. I donāt know that Iād want to necessarily do anything that wasnāt going to bleed that gas tank.ā Vasco Dias: āIf youāre Dean, and Rowan for that matter, I think youāre doing all you can to get into Nighthawkās head any way that you can. People donāt stall Nighthawk out like this. They donāt do it. Heās usually the one who wants to extend the pace, to go 30 minutes or longer as a matter of routine. If thatās what Dean is trying to do, itās brilliant.ā {Kneeling on the ring apron and refusing to get in until the refereeās count hits 9, Dean finally moves to re-enter the ring where he immediately enters into a Greco-Roman knuckle lock where Dean hooks in a tight arm wringer and further taunts Nighthawk by calling himself the real Master of 1000 Holds only for Nighthawk to spin through the wristlock and execute a perfect go-behind before hooking in a tight hammerlock which Dean appears to be thinking about elbowing out of as he pushes his elbow against the neck only for Nighthawk to weave through the hammerlock and then attempt a snap mare takeover which Dean slides right through into a hammerlock of his own. Rolling to a seated position Nighthawk quickly grabs a head mare and rocks forward until he is in position to touch the ropes before attempting a spin-out only for Dean to use his strength advantage to hold on to the arm wringer as Nighthawk gets back to his feet and does a quick backflip before attempting a duck-under as Dean goes over the top looking to keep the arm wringer applied, allowing Nighthawk to both get the arm back for himself and elevate Dean Harper himself which he does by holding him in the air before finally slamming him back down to the mat with a surprising degree of force right down on his left arm. But as he looks to go back to the arm Dean again breaks for daylight and the floor, clearly realizing the depth of the challenge that is now in front of him. Stretching out on the floor, frustrated that he was caught playing Nighthawkās game, Dean rolls back into the ring at the refereeās count of 7 before rolling back out to the floor as he continues to use the clock to his advantage. Kneeling in a neutral corner, waiting on Dean to return to the ring to continue the match while he is busy jawing with the front row of ringside, the āWrestling Machineā flips his long hair out of his face as he is letting this show of out-and-out stalling go on. Finally returning to the ring Dean ignores the taunts and jibes from the crowd before again going to a neutral corner and dipping his upper body through the ropes to further agitate his opponent. But as he does so he leaves his left ankle free and Nighthawk takes advantage of that, quickly twisting the ankle as Dean rolls to the floor hobbling as Rowan comes over to check on the ankle. Moving to advance on his man Nighthawk is backed off by the referee as Dean continues to walk gingerly on the floor, finally rolling back into the ring at the count of 9 before sitting Indian-style against the bottom rope and informing a fan in the front row to shut his fat mouth. Finally pulling himself up to his feet Dean circles the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā who now has a pair of targets at his disposal in the left arm and the ankle he recently attacked.} Terri Morasco: āWhile itās now clear that Deanās strategy is to draw this match out as long as he can, you have to wonder if his cocky approach to it is actually the best way to do it. We saw what happened when he gave Nighthawk his ankle, and earlier on with the left arm. Dean must do something offensively, because there are few wrestlers in the world better technically than Nighthawk. Even Andrew Jacobsen has said Nighthawk taught him the finer points of technique, a fact borne out by Andrew having been accepted some months ago into the exclusive fraternity of the Masters of 1000 Holds.ā Vasco Dias: āNot that I want to spend an excess of time trying to figure out what is inside the head of Dean Harper, or Rowan McDonough for that matter, but that could be perhaps his plan. He might be trying to make Nighthawk attack, and use that to counter. Weāve covered every match Nighthawk has had, from his Imperial Title challenge against Alex Jones to his opening matches, and there has been one constant. If you let Nighthawk control the pace, itās going to be a long night.ā {Laying his hands out for a knuckle lock Dean waits until Nighthawk takes the knuckle lock and then quickly picks the ankle, locking in the beginnings of a toe-and-ankle hold before Nighthawk does a headstand only for Dean to drop the ankle pick attempt altogether and go for a sneaky lateral press only for Nighthawk to quickly realize the trap and pop up to keep his shoulders off the mat only to get waistlocked by Dean who quickly tries to execute a waist lock takeover before Nighthawk bellies out of it. Trying to keep the pace quick Nighthawk goes in for a single-leg takedown which he gets and tries to turn over into a lateral press only for Dean to counter out of it and then roll to the floor again to stop the momentum of the match. Flipping his hair out of his face Nighthawk waits patiently for the South Dakotan to return to the ring, keeping himself in a sprawl before doing a reverse barrel roll and leaning against a corner as Dean finally comes back into the ring. Raising his left hand above his head Dean challenges Nighthawk to show exactly how strong he is, leading the crowd in mocking claps as the Chicagoan thinks about what he wants to do next. Finally taking the knuckle lock Nighthawk simply steps through and executes a Jim Breaks Special before turning that into a standing kimura as Dean finally scrambles to the ropes to force a break of the hold. Moving back in the center of the ring Nighthawk now offers up his right hand for the knucklelock which Dean looks askance at before taking, only to be taken over by the wrist right into a stepover armbar as the āWrestling Machineā continues to focus on weakening the left arm and shoulder. Stepping back out of the armbar into an armwringer Nighthawk continues to work on the left arm until Dean rolls through and can escape the armwringer right into a facelock as he now begins to do his own work on isolating a body part, namely the head and neck area. Shaking his head, no as he looks to figure a way out of the facelock he is hooked in Nighthawk reaches up and sticks his left hand inside the lock to pry it apart before executing a gorgeous armdrag from his knees that sends Dean to the floor. Quickly seeing the opening the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā feints as if going for a tope suicida only to roll back once he hits the middle ropes before doing a barrel roll and beckoning Dean back in.}Terri Morasco: āWe talk all the time about how Dean Harper doesnāt have the professional experience that Nighthawk has, and thatās true. But what Dean does have is natural instincts. He knows well enough to get to the floor whenever Nighthawk gets anything started.ā Vasco Dias: āI think that is the one thing people underestimate about Dean Harper. We see a guy with all this athletic talent, and that fools you into thinking heās not a talented strategist in the ring. This has been a very deliberate match, in large part because Dean Harperās continued breaking of the rhythm of the match.ā {Almost as soon as Dean gets in he goes for another go-behind but accidentally drives a shoulder into the breadbasket of Nighthawk and takes advantage of the opening by landing a hard kneelift to the stomach followed by Dean taking a step back and landing a thudding forearm shiver to the jaw. Looking to strengthen the advantage he has built Dean steps back and goes for a knife-edge chop only for Nighthawk to duck out of the way and land a knife-edge chop of his own followed by a massive beal that sends Dean all the way across the ring where he ends up tied into the ropes. Rolling to the floor as much to get his wits back about him Dean staggers towards Rowan only for Nighthawk to follow him to the floor this time, quickly locking in an armwringer on the floor before landing a hard European uppercut to the arm. Stalking his man as he staggers into the ring Dean then dips back out and goes to another corner only to catch Nighthawk coming in with a hard forearm shiver to the abdomen followed by the knife-edge chop to the chest he was looking for originally. Rolling back in the ring Dean is again pulled out by Nighthawk who lands a duo of sniper-accurate thudding middle kicks to the left arm before Dean returns fire with a middle kick that lands high on the chest which Nighthawk returns by landing another middle kick to the left arm, forcing Dean to hit a gorgeous enzuigiri using the ring apron as a jumping-off point which lands with a crack and leaves the āWrestling Machineā slumped against the ring apron as if having been shot with a cannon. Holding his left arm to his body and shaking out his left wrist Dean again lands a massive forearm shiver to the jaw that sends Nighthawk staggering around the outside of the ring as the South Dakotan slides in the ring to break the count before going to the other side of the ring to roll him back in the ring while still somehow managing to shoot a death glare to a young fan at ringside who is holding up a āLetās go Nighthawkā banner. Driving a pointed elbow to the base of the neck Dean then lands a duo of knife-edge chops to the chest before getting a running start only to get caught by a back body drop from Nighthawk who somehow manages to heave his man in such a way that he lands on his left arm again. Quickly moving in for a cover Nighthawk gets a quick 1-count and floats through into a double wristlock which Dean can counter out of with hard open-hand strikes to the ribs to force a break of the hold before hitting a running back elbow strike that knocks Nighthawk down and sets up a pinning attempt which only gets a 1-count before he hooks the āMan of 1000 Holdsā into a body scissors and begins to rip at the nose and mouth as he does so until the referee threatens him with a disqualification.} Terri Morasco: āBecause Dean has done such a great job of getting Nighthawk out of his rhythm and wrestling awkwardly, you have to wonder if these bursts of offense weāre seeing where he goes back to targeting the left arm is going to bear fruit later in the match. Right now, I think heās struggling more than even he, and this crowd, may have expected.ā Vasco Dias: āIf Iām Dean Harper, though, I canāt get overconfident. Sure, youāre going 50-50 with Nighthawk, who is unquestionably one of the best pure wrestlers in the world. But you must keep the pressure on. Now is not the time to play games.ā {Continuing to rip at the nose and mouth while keeping the bodyscissors applied Dean now begins to grind his forearm across the forehead of Nighthawk before putting an extra bit of squeeze on the bodyscissors. Reaching back behind him Nighthawk begins to grind the point of his elbows into the knees of Dean Harper to try and loosen the bodyscissors only for Dean to land a well-timed counter forearm blow to the back of the head before re-applying the hold. Shaking his fingers no when the referee asks him if he wants to surrender Nighthawk instead rolls into a plank position and then slowly stands up with Dean still hanging onto his back before driving him hard into the nearest set of turnbuckles. Dropping to all fours as he tries to catch his breath Nighthawk is perfectly set up for a hard boot to the stomach from Dean who winces and holds his lower back before hitting a jumping stomp to the chin. Rolling onto his stomach, still cognizant of keeping his shoulders off the mat, Nighthawk slumps to the ropes as Dean demands of him to keep going only for Nighthawk to pop to life and snatch a desperation ipponzei from his knees which he floats through right into a lying wristlock which he then quickly converts into a traditional armbar only to convert that into a Rings of Saturn as he tries to use every trick in the book to get the match over with. Finally getting into the ropes to force a break of the hold at the count of 4 Dean forces a break of the hold and staggers to a neutral corner as the āWrestling Machineā follows him in only to get pulled into the middle turnbuckle via the aid of the waistband of his shorts. Pulling himself up to his feet with his right hand, his left one hanging almost completely limp at his side, āMost Loyalā walks over and hits another stomp to the face of Nighthawk before pulling his upper body through the ropes and laying into him with forearm shivers to the chest. Slumping with his head out of the ring Dean walks back to meet his man and lands a short up kick to the forehead before rolling into the ring with supreme confidence to break the count and then stepping back out again to pick Nighthawk up by his long cherry bomb-red hair. But as he does so Nighthawk lands a hard forearm shiver before both men trade forearms and then European uppercuts, Nighthawkās landing with enough force that it sends Dean up against the guardrail. Deciding to take advantage of the opening Nighthawk goes for a tope suicida which drives Dean back up against the guardrail before going for another one that has the same result. Getting a confident glint in his eyes the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā goes for a 3rd tope suicida only to land on the apron when Dean moves out of the way, which gives Dean the chance to go for the Descent to Hell. But as he does it the Chicagoan blocks and instead lands a gorgeous Arabian press.} Terri Morasco: āThis has been much more hard-hitting of a match than usual Nighthawk matches are, Vasco. You have to wonder how long they can keep this pace up.ā Vasco Dias: āI donāt think thereās a they in that statement, Terri. Nighthawk prides himself on his ability to wrestle long matches, and cut a demanding pace while doing so. Dean Harper, on the other hand, is a blank slate in this regard. How long will the power behind his blows hold up? Will he begin to get frustrated when Nighthawk keeps kicking out? These are all questions weāll get the answer to.ā {Leaning against the guardrail, taking deep gulps of air as he exults in the crowdās cheers, Nighthawk takes a moment to think of what he wants to do next before picking Dean up by the hair only to walk into yet another short knee into the ribs followed by a cracking trio of forearms. Rolling his man back in the ring Dean stalks Nighthawk only to be absolutely drilled by a superkick on the way in that literally sits him down and allows Nighthawk to quickly scramble for a cover only to get 2 before Dean rolls to the floor again, quickly followed by Nighthawk who lands a trio of forearm shivers right up against the guardrail before rolling Dean back in the ring. Seemingly setting up for a deadlift Bolt from the Blue Nighthawk gets caught with a hard back elbow and drops to a seated position almost immediately, where Dean hits him with a sharp kick to the back before retreating to a neutral corner as the flurry of offense he just took now begins to take its toll. Taking a deep gulp of air Dean walks back over and lands a hard knee drop to the side of the chin before covering and again getting a 2-count, Nighthawk staggering to his feet and into the neutral corner almost immediately after the kick out. Following him in Dean lands a duo of knife-edge chops to the chest before whipping Nighthawk into his corner. Following him in Dean charges just wildly enough that the Chicagoan can get out of the way and land a hard dropkick which sends Dean to the floor. Flipping his long hair out of his eyes Nighthawk takes another gulp of air as well as thinking of what he wants to do next the āWrestling Machineā finally decides on his point of attack and dives back out after Dean, this time hitting a gorgeous tope con hilo after the slight bit of hesitation. Looking to roll Dean back in the ring Nighthawk is blocked when Dean extends his left leg out and then slams Nighthawkās face into the apron before bolting back in the ring and going for a slingshot plancha only to be forced to land on his feet when Nighthawk moves out of the way. Seeing the chance for something Nighthawk sets up a running superior football kick to the chest only to be caught and nutmegged by Dean so that he hits face-first on the apron before Dean comes back in and hits a gorgeous tope suicida of his own. Rolling Nighthawk back in the ring Dean takes a moment to lip off to the crowd allowing Nighthawk to come back after him with another bullet tope. Leaning against the guardrail Nighthawk throws Dean back in the ring, taking a moment to lean against the guardrail with his back to his opponent only for Dean to attempt another bullet tope which Nighthawk sees coming and blocks by throwing his man over the guardrail in the 1st row of ringside. Climbing onto the apron the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā glances back into the crowd and then hits a gorgeous spaceman Asai moonsault before letting out a war cry and then throwing Dean back into the ring.} Terri Morasco: āThis has been a very interesting match if youāre a fan of Nighthawk. There have been little bursts, flashes if weāre being honest, of the old Nighthawk, the terror who was the ace of the PWA promotion and won titles and tournaments the world over. But Dean Harper has, time and time, risen to meet him every time he has tried to pull away. Does the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā have another level in him?ā Vasco Dias: āI think what weāre seeing is Nighthawk struggling with ring rust, Terri. His first match back was a 6-man that was more a bar fight than a wrestling match, and then last week, he dominated Mr. Happy. This is the 1st week where he is really being pushed, being forced to dig deep. The question is this: Are we seeing Nighthawk return?ā {Scrambling to the floor again Dean canāt do it as Nighthawk pulls him back in before he gets to the floor and again goes for a deadlift Bolt from the Blue only for Dean to resist and land 4 consecutive elbow strikes although Nighthawk refuses to release his grip on the waistlock which forces Dean to use the referee to finally release the hold. Stalking his man ceaselessly Nighthawk walks right into a European uppercut which backs him off although not far enough that he can still land a massive superkick right on the jaw. Running his thumb across his throat Nighthawk goes for Dead on Time only to be pushed off it by Dean, the Chicagoanās foot clipping the referee on the way by. Seeing the opening Dean kicks Nighthawk low and then hits a vicious piledriver and then covers while Rowan screams bestially for a referee to appear, which one finally does only to get a 2-count. Staring up at the referee in absolute open-mouthed shock when informed of this Dean staggers around the ring, the offense he has eaten beginning to take somewhat of a toll on him as Nighthawk rolls to the floor exhausted and clearly hurt. Removing stray pieces of wrist tape from around his left wrist Dean stalks Nighthawk and delivers a short headbutt and then a taunting kick to the forehead before landing a pair of forearms and demanding Nighthawk hit him back, which he does with a single hard slap that echoes throughout ringside only to be dropped to his knees with a slap of his own. Picking him up Dean hits the āWrestling Machineā with a 2nd hard forearm only for Nighthawk to land one back, which āMost Loyalā responds to by hitting another ring apron-aided kick although this one lands directly in the face as opposed to the back of the head. Leaning against the ring apron, his eyes glassy and glazed over, Nighthawk is rolled back into the ring by Dean who cockily goes for a cover but refuses to hook a leg which enables Nighthawk to kick out at 2. Sitting up slowly, reaching out for the bottom rope which he is nowhere near, Nighthawk is quickly hooked into a seated sleeper from Dean Harper only for him to roll to his feet and first hit a jawbreaker to escape the sleeper hold and then a massive step-up gamengiri that lands like a gunshot and somehow puts Dean almost out of his feet. Running off the ropes, perhaps looking for a palm strike, Nighthawk runs right into a pop-up Michinoku Driver. Scrambling to make the cover Dean stares at the referee in glassy-eyed shock when Nighthawk kicks out at the count of 2 before pulling him by his long hair and landing a vertical suplex. Slowly pulling him back to his feet as he holds on to the suplex Dean taunts Nighthawk before Nighthawk can land a European uppercut to create some space before staggering into the nearest corner, but still has enough wits about him to land a back elbow to the jaw as Dean rushes in. Reaching out for the nearest set of ropes Nighthawk moves to walk forward but canāt and instead drops to his knees as Dean slowly staggers towards him, only for him to somehow pull himself back up to his feet and land a quartet of forearms before being whipped into the ropes where he holds on and then a discus lariat before signaling for the Bolt from the Blue again. But as he goes for it Dean is able to roll through into a two-count and then somehow move right into the Show of Devotion which gets another agonizingly close 2-count on the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā.} Terri Morasco: āI donāt think Iāve ever seen Nighthawk struggle to this degree, Vasco. Even in his failed challenge against Alex Jones for the Imperial title, weāve never seen him have to work this hard.ā Vasco Dias: āEarlier tonight we saw Spike Kane and Nighthawk get into a wild pier-6 brawl that spilled all throughout the arena. You have to wonder if the punishment he took in that brawl is part of the exhaustion weāre seeing out here tonight.ā {Leaning against the bottom rope, trying to catch his breath after all the punishment he has delivered while Nighthawk does the same in the middle of the ring, Dean sees the opening and crawls over for a quick cover and gets a 2-count before hooking in a lying cobra clutch as the crowd, unsure of what theyāre seeing, finally roars to life and chants āLetās go Nighthawkā. Flipping over into a bridge while still keeping the cobra clutch applied Dean continues to crank on the hold until Nighthawk can finally find the escape and get to his feet where he further removes himself from the hold with the aid of a well-timed hard slap to the ear only for Dean to simply shove him to the ground. Mockingly kicking away at the forehead Dean tells Nighthawk āItās my world, you just live in itā while landing forearm shivers to the face before Nighthawk rears back and absolutely pastes him with a hard slap to the face that leaves the South Dakotan swaying on his feet. Advancing on his man the Chicagoan is moving slowly enough that Dean can land a European uppercut and then a knife-edge chop to the chest that drops Nighthawk to the mat. Leaning against the top rope, the exhaustion evident on his face, Dean then calmly leans his knee across the throat for a 4 and one-half count as the referee threatens disqualification before he lands a flurry of elbows to the trapezius muscles. But as the āWrestling Machineā rolls over and tries to get to his feet he beckons āMost Loyalā to keep going, which he does first by spitting in his face and then with a sole butt kick to the face. Leaning against the ropes again, the frustration that he just canāt end this evident in his body language, Dean goes back to the rolling vertical suplexes and again can only get 1 before Nighthawk is able to reverse into a tight small package that gets a 2-count before he staggers into the corner. Following him in Dean looks for the running double knees in the corner but gets elevated onto the ring apron where he lands a sneaky enzuigiri to the back of the head. Seeing the opening to finally end this match, Dean quickly goes for Up is Down only to blindly leap right into an absolutely gorgeous counter dropkick to the jaw. Crawling towards each other on their hands and knees both men trade forearms that donāt appear to have a tremendous amount behind them although each man somehow finds enough oomph to pull themselves up to their feet where they continue to trade forearms as Dean beckons him to hit harder which he finally does before running off the ropes looking for a palm strike only to be pulled back right into the path of the Dance the Spiral which misses, allowing Nighthawk to possibly go for the Windy City Stretch only for Dean to push him head-first into the middle turnbuckle where he leans in the corner slumped allowing Dean to fly in with double knees to the chest followed by a gorgeous brainbuster that gets a long 2-count as the crowd again roars to life with chants of āLetās go Nighthawkā as their chosen champion rolls to the floor exhausted. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath as the refereeās count reaches 6 Dean rolls to the floor to meet Nighthawk before pulling him up to his knees and landing a duo of knife-edge chops to the chest before rolling back in the ring to break the count. Mockingly responding to a heckler in the front row who proclaimed that he couldnāt hear the last chop Dean goes for another one only to have it blocked as Nighthawk returns fire with a flurry of forearms and then a barrage of machine-gun chops to the chest. Staggering towards the entryway Nighthawk gets another wind and walks back towards Dean only to be hit with a shoulder in the abdomen and then dropped stomach-first on the ring apron before getting hit with a vertical suplex on the floor. Rolling the āMaster of 1000 Holdsā in the ring Dean goes for another cover, and again gets a 2-count.} Terri Morasco: āWeirdly, this has gone almost how Nighthawk said it would. He said it would probably take him all night, and it looks like it probably will. But he has drug Dean Harper into deep waters, and he has lasted through everything Dean could unleash. The question is this: Does Nighthawk have that one big bomb in the arsenal left?ā Vasco Dias: āIf he does, Terri, he has to let it go sooner rather than later.ā {Moving to try and finish the match Dean hooks in a Just Facelock as an exhausted-seeming Rowan McDonough exhorts her loyal follower to finish the match quickly. Unable to help himself Dean Harper switches up the grip on the Just Facelock and tries to hook in a Hangmanās Clutch as one more sign of disrespect.
Fuming with righteous anger and rage Nighthawk smoothly and perfectly escapes the Hangmanās Clutch and fires Dean into the nearest turnbuckles where he sets up for, and hits, the Concussion On Demand not once but three times just to be sure. Staggering out of the corner Dean is easy pickings for Nighthawk who takes him down right into the Hangmanās Clutch and pulls back on the hold until Deanās entire body goes limp and the referee frantically waves for the bell. Collapsing to the mat like a sack of wet cement Nighthawk finally pulls himself up to a seated position and nods his head at the referee.} Alison Valance: āLadies and gentlemen, the referee believed Dean Harper could not continue. Therefore, your winner via referee stoppage, āThe Master of 1000 Holdsāā¦ā¦ āThe Wrestling Machineā Nighthawk!ā ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
āDemanding Revengeā
---------------------------------------------------------- {As Nighthawk staggers into the interview area after a hard-hitting and exhausting match with Dean Harper we see, beneath the exhaustion and the welts, a deep hunger that has not yet been sated. Sitting down with Maria Iniesta, his ice-blue eyes bright and sparkling, the "Wrestling Machine" smiles and slowly removes his cream-and-blue mouthpiece.} Maria Iniesta: "Nighthawk, you asked for this interview time. What did you want to say?" Nighthawk: {His voice strong as steel and cold as the Arctic shelf.} "I need to let Spike Kane know something. Three months ago, Spike, you threw me down a flight of stairs in a fit of grief and rage. And for three months, I slowly, and with great effort, worked on getting my legs under me. I worked on being able to stand. Because, Spike, on the night you came into my gym, my SANCTUARY, I could not stand. And because i could not, you attacked me and you beat me. And ever since I was able to stand on my own two feet, I've been planning this moment. So at Extreme Endurance, I do what a man does. I do what any man in my position would do. I demand my chance at revenge. I demand my combat. And I demand one condition. No pinfalls. No submissions. We fight, not wrestle, but fight until one man can no longer meet the referee's 10 count. If you want to see what it takes to keep me down, when I know you're coming and when I can stand and fight, accept my challenge." ----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Steve Awesome & Xavier Cross vs Ryan Shane & Andrew Jacobsen
---------------------------------------------------------- {The lights lower down, as a single spot light hits the curtain. The trumpets from 'Rebirth' by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony begin to play as Cross slowly begins to step out from behind the curtain, hood up. Hands at either side, his right hand slowly begins rising up, gesturing a gun as he points it to his head. 'Pulling the trigger', the spotlight goes out, as pyro explodes up from the stage. Cross steps out of the smoke and light show, flipping his hood back as he walks down the ramp.} Alison Valance: "....He stands at Six Feet...three inches, weighing in at Two-Hundred, and Thirty-One pounds. Xavier.......CROOOOOSSSS!" {Climbing the steps, Cross stops at the apron wiping his shoes. He pauses for a moment grabbing onto the top rope, he spins around stretching his arms out. Turning back, he runs the apron to the turnbuckle, climbing it to the top and springboarding into the ring. Smacking his chest, he goes to one of the corners, grabbing onto the ropes he kneels down waiting for the match to begin}Terri Morasco: Well here is the leader of The Council, flanked by his seemingly ānew girlfriendā Mandi Matthews. Vasco Dias: Ha! Upgrade if you ask me Terri. {Xavier and Mandi stand in the ring making flirty faces at each other before sharing a kiss in the middle of the ring as the crowd boo. Xavier hands Mandi the microphone. The crowd boo her and a āslutā chant starts up in the arena but Mandi just laughs.}Mandi Matthews: Wow...slut? Really? I spent almost twenty years dealing with the worlds most infamous slut bag and I finally wise up and get out and you people want to call me a slut? It's typical.ā {She shakes her head as another round of the chant starts up.}Mandi Matthews: I knew Steve Awesome since we were kids in high school. That was almost twenty years ago, and the whole time Steve claimed that I was his one and only. But so many timesā¦.Laylaā¦.Kelly Kniteā¦.Crystal Millarā¦.the world championshipā¦..I got put on the back burner for the women that he thought he loved more than me. And when it all blew up in his face or he realized he was done with them he always came crawling back to meā¦.ā {Her eyes welling up with tears as she recalls the heartbreak.}Mandi Matthews: ...and I forgave him every time. And those were the ones I knew about...I'm sure there are many more one night stands that he's chosen to never tell me about. But I just kept on forgiving him because I actually loved him. He always claimed how much he loved me back but the one thing he was never able to do was just prove it. {She wipes a tear out of her eye as Xavier Cross consoled her and rubs her shoulders.}Mandi Matthews: We have been engaged to be wed for years but we've never set a dateā¦.but he's been legally married to the god damn ncw heavyweight title before. What am I supposed to think when the love of your life would rather marry an inanimate object before the women he claims to love!? How do you handle that? {With her freehand she takes Xavier by the hand and looks at him lovingly. The Council Leader stares back lovingly as well.}Mandi Matthews: It took Xavier Cross to show me that I didn't have to handle that! He showed me I didn't have to be trapped by Steve anymore. Xavier has shown me the light.ā {They share another kiss and they stare into each other's eyes for a few moments before Mandi hands the microphone back to Xavier.}Xavier Cross: It didn't take much. I think Mandi knew all along she had to get out, I just offered her the exit she needed. Her true love, in the flesh.ā {Xavier turns and looks into her eyes.}Xavier Cross: I want to be the man that Steve Awesome could never be for you Mandi. I want to be the things that couldn't and do the things for you that Steve Awesome could never do. {Mandi is listening intently, swooning at the pretty words.}Xavier Cross: I know are relationship is still new but I feel like I've known you for years. I feel the love we share and it's powerful and I justā¦.I justā¦ {Xavier takes a deep breath and then slowly drops down to one knee!}Xavier Cross: Mandi Matthews I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Mandi will you-ā {REGRETS IVE HAD MIIINNNE!!!!}{Xavier and Mandi glare up at the ramp as Steve Awesome steps onto the stage. Not his normal standing ovation thanks to his dirty laundry airing this week.}Steve Awesome: Woah, woah, woah, WOAH! You know I totally hate to interrupt but I was standing in the back wallowing in my own self pity and I couldn't help but overhear this touching moment being had out here. {Steve starts walking down to the ring}Steve Awesome: Now itās true, Xavier. You took my girl, she took my kid with her, and Iām one Linkin Park song away from calling it a night completely, but there is one thing that keeps me going still and that is I still haven't effectively gotten to kick your ass yetā¦.and well I was going to do that tonight and say forget a tag match but then you two shared such a touching momentā¦ā {Steve climbs into the ring.}Steve Awesome: ...and I have to sayā¦.a wedding proposal? Already? I think things are moving a little too fast. Xavier I came out here to explain to you that you proposing to my girlā¦ā {Steve gets right into Xavier's face.}Steve Awesome: Over my dead body! {The crowd pop and Xavier grins.}Xavier Cross: That can be arranged! {āAngry Heartā by Otherwise begins to play throughout the arena and the crowd boos loudly. The entrance ramp is dimly lit and Laura Howlett makes her way out from behind the curtain. The fans in attendance have no problem letting her know exactly what they think of her. Ryan Shane then makes his way out as pyro goes off behind him.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Laura Howlett, weighing two hundred and ten pounds, from Allen Park, Michigan, he is the 2017 Heir to the Throne...Ryan Shane!!! {Laura Howlett heads toward the ring with Ryan Shane following close behind her. When they get to the ring Shane slides in under the bottom rope as Howlett climbs the ring stairs. Ryan opens the ropes for her and she enters the ring. Once they are both in the ring the two share a kiss.}Terri Morasco: Well the ref has made sure that Steve and Xavier are separated as Ryan Shane makes his entrance. Vasco Dias: Without his Man of Steel title. He had to give it up since he won heir to the throne. Terri Morasco: Does that mean he lost the bet to Matthews? Vasco Dias: Shhhh I don't think he noticed. {The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him. Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: And the world champion! Vasco Dias: Could be former after Ryan Shane gets through with him. {Xavier and Andrew step onto there respective aprons and Steve is glaring at Xavier. Awesome makes a bee line for Cross but Ryan Shane cuts him off with a chop block and the Face of the Franchise goes down. Awesome starts nursing his knee as Ryan Shane starts stomping a on the chest and head of Steve Awesome and the ref calls for the match to start!}Terri Morasco: Looks like Ryan Shane is starting for his team. Steve looks like his knee is hurting him bad. Vasco Dias: Off to a good start for team Ryan Shane! We gotta take a break, we will be right back! {commercial break}Terri Morasco: Welcome back to Sacrifice! Steve and Ryan are down after a double clothesline! Steve is crawling to make a tag that he needs but again Xavier isn't on the apron! {We see a tired Steve crawling toward his corner and he sees Xavier sitting next to Mandi with his arm around her watching the match.}Vasco Dias: That's not the first time this has happened in this match. {Andrew is yelling for Shane to make a tag}Terri Morasco: And Andrew wants into the match but Ryan Shane has been purposely not tagging him in! {Ryan Shane starts to pull himself up to his feet and just sneers at Jacobsen and waves off the Imperial Champion. Ryan goes to grab Steve who is glaring at Xavier from the ring, Steve manages to pop off a Jawbreaker super kick out of desperation and it finds its mark! Steve falls back to the mat and Ryan Shane stumbles back to his corner and Andrew finally gets his tag and he steps in to see a tired of Steve Awesome. Xavier notices and is now interested in this situation. He starts yelling at Andrew to start beating up Steve for all he's done. Andrew isn't afraid to Wrestle steve but he's hesitant because of how much Xavier wants him to! Steve slowly gets up and sees Andrew and then just punches Xavier right in the face and the ref calls the tag! Steve flips Xavier into the ring and Andrew starts going to town!}Terri Morasco: Arm drag from the Imperial Champion and another, hip toss, snap duplex The champ is on fire. Vasco Dias: Xavier is getting up from that duplex! Terri Morasco: Right into a few chops and OH, Xavier narrowly dodged that Lights Out superkick and Xavier with an uppercut to the back of the neck and a neck break to follow up! {Xavier goes to follow up but he notices that Steve Awesome is out side talking to Mandi he looks like he's begging her and she just won't listen. Xavier starts yelling and Jacobsen spins him around and nails the Ice Breaker powerbomb! Andrew hooks the leg 1ā¦.2ā¦.3! Andrew starts celebrating but Ryan Shane rushes him after the match and they start fighting. Mandi climbs into the ring to check on Xavier and Steve climbs in after her. He goes to attack Xavier but he manages to get behind Mandi and Steve stops}Terri Morasco: Why is Xavier standing behind Mandi like he is scared!? Vasco Dias: She is protecting her lover, Terri! {Once Steveās guard goes down Mandi side steps and Xavier launches forward with his running Kinshasa finisher!}Vasco Dias: ECHOES OF MADNEEEEEEEEES! {Steve hits the mat hard and Xavier looks happy with what he did and he turns around to a shining wizard from Ryan Shane!}Vasco Dias: OHH SHANING WIZARD!!!!!! {Xavier goes down and rolls out of the ring and Mandi follows him. Shane picks up the Imperial Championship and holds his head as Andrew Jacobsen climbs back into the ring and right when Shane turns aroundā¦}Terri Morasco: LIGHTS OUT!! LIGHTS OUT!!!! {Shane eats the boot, tosses the title in the air and goes down stiff. Andrew Jacobsen catches the title out of the air and climbs a turnbuckle to celebrate as Unbreakable plays over the PA!}Terri Morasco: Everyone is down except the Imperial Champion! Vasco Dias: Its chaos! Utter chaos! Terri Morasco: And it all breaks down even more next week at Extreme Endurance! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
āContract Signingā
---------------------------------------------------------- {We come back from commercial break to Roberto Veronaās music playing as he stands in the ring on one side of a table with a clipboard and some papers on it.}Vasco Dias: Welcome back to Sacrifice! If youāre just tuning in you picked the right time because Roberto Verona is about to make the greatest lesson in humility official when he signs a contract to face Cable Arcane at Extreme Endurance! Terri Morasco: Youāre love for Roberto Verona is inspiring if nothing else but Cable Arcane is pound for pound one of the best fighters in the professional wrestling world today. Vasco Dias: And Cable will be stepping into the ring with the best fighter in the world! {Veronaās music fades away as the crowd boos him but he just smiles smugly as he lifts the microphone up off the table.}Roberto Verona: Yes, yes, get it out of your system. {āYouāre an assholeā chants shift into āWe want Cable!ā}Roberto Verona: Iām glad youāve finally made a decision to cheer the egotistical sod, youāre flip flopping was making me dizzy. Vasco Dias: Verona isnāt pulling any punches tonight! Terri Morasco: Itās amazing how disrespectful he is to his fans. Vasco Dias: Theyāre the idiots who keep paying to see him. Roberto Verona: We all know why Iām out here, we all know what is probably going to happen so Cable please stop attempting to build anticipation for what I promise will be a thoroughly embarrassing match for you next week. Get out here and lets sign this contract! {Long life the Chief by Jidenna hits the pa to a massive pop from the crowd as Cable Arcane steps out onto the ramp in a three piece grey Armani suit and a pair of Aviators. He looks around himself and for the first time seems to really enjoy the cheers. Roberto nods his head and gestures for Cable to move it along.}Terri Morasco: These fans have really taken to Cable Arcane since he lost the Imperial Championship. Vasco Dias: Losers Club, thatās what Cable should call himself and his fans because losers love losers. {Cable smirks slightly before marching down the ramp and up the stairs. Cable climbs into the ring and right over to the table where he spins the contract around and signs it immediately, he slams the pen down and shoves the contract back across the table to Verona who just watches with amusement.}Roberto Verona: A part of me- {Cable rips the mic away from Verona.}Cable Arcane: Enough talking! Sign the damn contract! {The crowd pops for Cable and start chanting āSign the contract!ā}Vasco Dias: Cable canāt talk to our beloved boss that way! Terri Morasco: Iām pretty sure he can. {Verona smirks as he reaches down and signs the contract, he takes his time to shape each letter perfectly before gently placing the pen down and turning the contract to show Cable. Arcane grins before grabbing the table and flipping it out of the way before getting right in the face of Roberto Verona.}Cable Arcane: At Extreme Endurance the only lesson being learned is why Iām the BEST IN THE WORLD! {The crowd chants along as Cable throws the mic and the two men come nose to nose.}Terri Morasco: The tension is thick! Vasco Dias: And Verona will cut right thought it next Sunday! Terri Morasco: Both you and he hope! {Cable and Roberto stay nose to nose, both of them jawing off as we head to another commercial break.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Rowan MacDonnough & Helena Sawyer vs Shea OāHara & Keira Hunter
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! {"Hanging On By A Thread" by The Letter Black begins to play as Keira walks out onto the stage, a leather jacket covering her pale upper body, hanging open. At the eleven second mark as the lyrics begin, she rips the jacket off and heads to the ring.}Alison Valance: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 128 pounds...KEIRA...HUNTEEER!!! {Keira jumps up on the apron and steps into the ring. She starts smacking her fist into her hand, waiting for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: This young lady may not have won the Heiress to the Throne, but sheās got some momentum carrying through in this match as she defeated the IWF Shieldmaiden a couple of weeks back, and now looks to snowball that with a win here tonight. Vasco Dias: For a young girl, especially one still in her teens, I hope she doesnāt let this go to her head and is able to build herself up before taking her own legs out from beneath her. Alison Valance: And now for her tag team partnerā¦ {The lights go out before the tron flickers to life with a flick of orange hair, before "In God We Trustā by Sweet Little Machine blasts out of the PA with orange and green lights flashing wildly, in time with the drums}"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
NAH, NAH, NAH NAH!
NAH NAH-NAH NAH NAH!"{The crowd chant along with the song, as Shea OāHara barges through the curtain before standing in the middle of the stage. She lowers herself, almost squatting, before thrusting her arms into the air with the ādevil hornsā as a small pyro goes off behind her. She then sprints to the ring, sliding under the ropes and runs to the camera side and leans through the ropes on the second rope throwing up her ādevil hornsā once again.}Terri Morasco: As mentioned, a few weeks back, these two partners were enemies with Keira getting the better of the IWF Shieldmaiden, but during the course of that week, these two young ladies took the high road and showed that they had the utmost respect for one another. Vasco Dias: They did, but that only gets you so far. You have to be able to back up the words you speak in the ring, and these two have a tough test here tonight. Alison Valance: And now, for their opponentsā¦ {The lights dim, and a series of twinkling blue lights begin to shine at the mouth of the entrance ramp as the intro of āBlueā by The Birthday Massacre begins to play. As the crashing guitars kick in, the stage is bathed in flickering blue lights, and Helena Sawyer slowly walks out onto the stage, a lopsided grin on her face. She walks down the ramp, wearing a twisted smirk on her face. As she passes by the camera at the foot of the ramp, she snaps her jaws at the cameraman, giggling as she walks on and hops up onto the apron. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically, and turns to face the crowd, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal.}Alison Valance: From Amityville, New York, weighing in at 151 pounds, she is the 2017 Heiress to the Throne...HELENA...SAAAWYER! Terri Morasco: Talk about on a roll...thereās been perhaps nobody hotter in the IWF than Helena Sawyer, and her big win in the Heiress to the Throne has her setup to take on her partner at Extreme Endurance. Vasco Dias: She has been on a roll indeed, but on an equal roll is her partner, and her opponent at Extreme Endurance. Alison Valance: And now for her partnerā¦ {Lights out. The crashing cymbals and screeching opening chord of āRed Starsā by the Birthday Massacre ring out, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway as Rowan MacDonnough stalks out from behind the curtain, golden eyes glinting in the red light as they shift from side to side. The stage and ramp are lit by swirling red light, but everything else remains dark. She lopes forward, unconsciously rolling her wrists as her eyes bore a hole in the air before her. The smoke seems to follow her down the ramp as she walks, reaching up and grabbing the middle rope with one hand. Rowan hauls herself up onto the apron, standing and ducking between the middle and top rope to step inside the ring. She straightens up, slowly pacing towards the center of the ring as a spiralling pattern of red light appears on the mat, and her eyes scan the crowd, head moving in a jerky, animalistic pattern. She slowly, reluctantly backs towards a corner, eyes constantly moving as she settles in to wait for the bell.}Terri Morasco: By any means necessary, and lately thatās been domination...your Diamonds Championā¦āThe Irish Nightmareā Rowan MacDonnough. Vasco Dias: She flat out scares people. Sheās come a long way from the Diamond In The Rough and now she shines even from the shadows...I think her eyes glow redā¦ {Rowan enters the ring and her and Helena look at one another, Rowan holding the title high in the air garnering the attention of all the women in the match showing how much they desire to one day be the holder. The sides talk strategy and we have Helena and Keira starting the match off. The two circle the ring and go to tie up momentarily before Helena grabs the arms of Keira and takes it behind her back with a twist and a turn but Keira is able to reverse, now locking a Hammerlock of her own in, but decides to push Helena forward. Helena turns with a glare and charges Keira who stops all momentum with a straight Thrust Kick to the face of the Heiress to the Throne!}Terri Morasco: WOW! Vasco Dias: WHAT A SHOT! {Keira drops down for the quick cover but only gets a two count before Helena shoots her shoulder off of the mat.}Terri Morasco: This was the finals of the Heiress to the Throne. Remember, Keira went in with injured ribs after her match with Kat Conway, while Helena came in relatively fresh after a dominating performance over Shea. Now both are fresh, and we get to see how things end up. Vasco Dias: Well, if that kick was a sign of things to come, Helena better watch out. {Keira grabs Helena by the head and pulls her into the Keira/Shea corner and tags her partner in. Shea enters and takes over the headlock as Keira exits to the apron. Shea wrenches down a couple of times but Helena backs her into the ropes before sending her to the opposite side of the ring and as Shea rebounds, Helena charges with a Running Knee strike to the face.}Terri Morasco: Hard shot by Helena, taking down the Shieldmaiden. Vasco Dias: A shot to the face of a beautiful woman is never a positive in my eyes...just saying. {Helena pulls Shea back to her feet and hits a couple of knees to the gut before hooking her arms and taking her over with a Butterfly Suplex, floating over into the pin but only getting a two count. She pulls Shea to her feet and drags her to the corner, slapping the hand of Rowan who slowly enters the ring as Shea is held in the corner, taking a shot at her midsection before Helena leaves the ring. Rowan then stands Shea up straight with a European Uppercut in the corner before sending her across the ring to the adjacent corner. She measures and charges, looking to plant her boot into the face of Shea BUT SHEA MOVES and Rowan is hung up on the top rope momentarily. Shea grabs hold of the rope and springs up hitting Rowan in the face with a Springboard Sidekick and the champion goes down!}Terri Morasco: Shea with some offense, and after the huge kick to the face of the Diamonds Champion, sheās on her way to the outside. Vasco Dias: I donāt know if this is wise. She caught her with the kick, but Rowan is still the fresher of the two. {Shea climbs the turnbuckle and looks down at her fallen opponent before twisting through the air with a 450 Splash that she calls the St Patrickās Parade BUT ROWAN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!}Vasco Dias: Told you so. Terri Morasco: You gotta be right once in a blue moon. {Shea clutches at her ribs as Rowan takes a second to recoup from the kick, grabbing hold of the ropes to pull herself up. Rowan stalks Shea before charging in and taking out the knee that Helena had worked on during the Heiress to the Throne.}Terri Morasco: Testing the true validity of that knee. Vasco Dias: Sound strategy, it worked for Helena. {Rowan grabs hold of Sheaās leg, lifting her nearly into a handstand and slams her down on the canvas sending Shea rolling around in pain clutching at her injured leg. Surveying her damage, Rowan calculatedly holds her hands out to the boos of the crowd. She watches Shea struggle and pulls her by the arm into an Arm Trap Neckbreaker, floating over into the cover but again only gets a near fall.}Terri Morasco: Shea is taking some punishment here. Vasco Dias: Sheās gotta find a way to tag, otherwise this is going to end quickly. {Rowan grabs Shea by the head and pulls her to the corner, turning and slapping Helena on the shoulder. Helena looks on peculiarly with a glare before entering the ring and taking Shea from Rowan, wrenching her by the arm, pulling her in for a Side Slam Backbreaker.}Terri Morasco: We saw her use that against Keira...very effective. Vasco Dias: More punishment to Sheaās body. {Helena grabs hold of Sheaās injured leg and locks in an Elevated Single Leg Boston Crab, wrenching back as Shea screams in pain, doing everything in her power to get to the ropes. Helena pulls back and it looks like Shea is ready to give it up, but as the crowd cheers her on, she starts screaming and scraping at the mat, pulling herself to the bottom rope, lunging out with one last gasp of defiance, grabbing hold of the bottom rope as the referee calls for and eventually gets the break. Helena glances back at Rowan as Shea clutches her knee in pain as if to say āThis is what I can do.ā. Rowan seems unphased. Helena turns back to Shea, but perhaps that moment of hesitation gave Shea a chance to gather a single thought and she fires off a kick with as much as she can muster before grabbing the Heiress by the head and planting her with a DDT! The crowd gets behind Shea as Keira stretches her arm out. She starts stomping as the crowd claps along. Shea looks back at Helena who is stumbling back to her feet and as Shea goes to lunge for the tag, Helena grabs her by the outstretched foot, stopping any momentum toward the corner as Shea hits hard. Helena holds the leg as Shea continues to reach out for the tag, scraping and clawing. Sheās able to get to her foot as Helena continues to hold on, but Shea hits an ENZIGURI!}Terri Morasco: This is her chance! {Shea pulls at the canvas, trying to get any sort of forward movement before lunging out and TAGGING IN KEIRA!}Terri Morasco: HERE COMES HUNTER! Vasco Dias: Look out! {Keira comes in as Helena stands up, but is taken down by a Clothesline, then another, and then a third. She stutters for a moment before firing off a kick at Rowan, knocking her off the apron! Keira takes a moment to gaze down, and thatās when sheās clubbed from behind by Helena, knocking her into the turnbuckle. Keira stumbles back and Helena wraps her arms around her waist, but Keira, who has been standing out on the apron for some time, is the fresher of the two and starts striking Helena in the side of the head with a couple of elbows, stunning Helena enough to execute a standing switch, popping her hips and hitting Helena with a German Suplex, bridging into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! HELENA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!}Terri Morasco: Helena might have been caught off guard by the instant offense of Keira. Vasco Dias: Sheās a house of fire, but how long will it last!? {Keira looks over and sees Rowan still getting up from her fall, and sees this might be her chance. She lifts Helena to her feet and then in the air...hitting her with the āInevitabilityā (Vertical Suplex into a sitout Facebuster), Helena bouncing and rolling onto her back. Keira reaches over Helena, on a knee and hooks the legā¦
ONE!
TWO!
BALORāS GAZE!
Keira falls over Helena to the mat as Rowan heads to the apron. Both women are down and the referee starts counting.
ONE!}Terri Morasco: Rowan hit Keira with the Balorās Gaze, but both women are down here. Vasco Dias: Keira never saw it coming. {The referee is now up to three as Helena starts to pull herself up in the corner, gazing over at her partner. Keira has rolled over on her stomach, over toward the ropes as Helena is now holding the top rope to steady herself, clearly upset with her own partner.}Helena Sawyer: What was that!? I didnāt need you to save ME! {The two start to argue as Keira grabs hold of the middle rope to pull herself up. Helena is now in the face of Rowan, then from behind, Keira kicks Helena in the back of the head, sending her into Rowan, the two of them cracking heads as Rowan falls off the apron. Helena stumbles back and Keira swings her around, lifting her onto her shoulders and hitting her with her version of the Ushigoroshi!}Terri Morasco: SPIRIT BREAKER! {Keira hooks the legā¦
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings!}Alison Valance: Here are your winners...the team of Shea OāHara...and KEIRA...HUNTEEEEEEEER! Terri Morasco: A huge win by Keira and Shea! Vasco Dias: More so for Keira, perhaps avenging her loss in the Heiress to the Throne. {Keira and Shea have their hands raised in victory. As they celebrate up the ramp, high fiving fans, Shea limping, in the ring, Helena is on all fours, now sitting on her calves as Rowan gets up, gazing over the apron into the ring, her eyes narrow. She rolls into the ring, and in the blink of an eye, fires off a kick to Helena.}Terri Morasco: BALORāS GAZE! Vasco Dias: Well the truce is overā¦ {Rowan stands over Helena, the referee handing her the Diamonds Title which she raises high overhead as the IWF Logo appears in one corner, and the Sacrifice logo in the other.} |
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. Chris Card is the real deal here.
Well howdy there pardner.