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Post by Riley Gordon on Oct 4, 2017 5:34:07 GMT
{Before the show comes on a deep voiced narrator is heard as Cheesy 80's ballad rock music plays in the background.}Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, your presence has been requested to help us celebrate the union of two individuals as oneā¦ {A graphic comes over the screen.} Narrator: Join us as Xavier Cross and Mandi Matthews share their love for one another with all of you...at October Revolution. ----------------------------------------------------------
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āNo Cable Tonight, Only Satellite...ā
---------------------------------------------------------- {We cut backstage after a short break to find Tiffany Jones standing with a microphone before hse springs into life as the IWF COO, Roberto Verona, suddenly emerges from a private car as he makes his way to the locker room area.}Tiffany Jones: Mr Verona, I was wondering if we could get a few words about what you intend to do this evening when Cable Arcane arrives? {Verona stops and turns to look at Tiffany.}Roberto Verona: Oh, Cable Arcane wonāt be joining us this evening, that is, not without a stable wifi connection. Tiffany Jones: Why not? {Verona smiles.}Roberto Verona: Because somebody with hisā¦ temperament shouldnāt be around his colleagues when he has a vendetta. Letās pull no punches, we both know Cable Arcane has a chip on his shoulder the size of Manhattan and everybody knows heās a sore loser. Tiffany Jones: With all due respect, Cable hardly lost fairlyā¦ Roberto Verona: With all due respect, you can have an opinion like that on the bread line or you can do your job and stop asking me asinine questions. {Tiffanys stands silently.}Roberto Verona: As I thought, now if you donāt mind, Iāve got far more pressing matters to attend to than wasting any more of my time on Cable Arcane, IWF doesnāt run itself and contrary to his own beliefs, it doesnāt revolve around him. {Verona stares at Tiffany before brushing past her as we return to ringside.}----------------------------------------------------------
DIAMONDS FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
Vivienne Rodgers vs Jennifer Williams vs Rayne vs Maxine Valentine
---------------------------------------------------------- {A hard hitting match for sure, this one took a turn when Maxine and Vivienne went over the barricade and continued their fight in the crowd leaving Rayne and Jenny Williams in the ring, and Rayne showed why they call her the āBoss Bitchā when she pulled Jenny up and dropped her with the āBitch Breakerā for the three count.}----------------------------------------------------------
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āWho is Nextā
---------------------------------------------------------- {Perfect Mistake by 311 hits the PA and the crowd explode as the STILL Invictus Champion Jayson Matthews comes stepping out to the beat of the music. He was all bandaged up but he looked happy to still be Invictus Champion.}Vasco Dias: I still can't believe he is still the champ. Terri Morasco: What a match it was Vasco. Sandman entered through the flames and he seemingly exited through the flames. Jayson is still the Invictus Champion. Vasco Dias: Doesn't make it any less crazy, Terri. You know, I have a feeling Sandman will be back one day, and that day won't be pretty for Matthews. Terri Morasco: Well never the less Vasco he is currently the well deserved Invictus Champion and he's out here with a microphone. {The music slowly fades out and the crowd are heard cheering and chanting for the Champion. He smiles and nods in appreciation and raises the mic up to his lips.}Jayson Matthews: I did it! {He says as he pats his title. The crowd cheer.}Jayson Matthews: I stared ādeathā in the face and I lived to tell the tale and I can say now with full confidenceā¦.ā {Jayson spots the hard camera and looks into with a grin}Jayson Matthews:....Death could use a mint.ā {The crowd giggles as Jayson turns away from the camera and goes back to walking around the ring. Attempting to make eye contact with as many fans as he could as he spoke.}Jayson Matthews: But that war may be over and I may still be IWF Invictus Champion, but I know that the next challenge is lurking around the corner. Now normally I just wait for the next challenge to reveal itself, but I have to admit there is somebody specific that I'm looking to face. {You can see Jayson become visibly annoyed.}Jayson Matthews: I think you folks know them. Yeah the resident twitter trash talkers themselves. Terri Morasco: I think he's talking about Gilmoreās crew! Vasco Dias: They have been arguing over twitter. Jayson Matthews: Yeah Id definitely like a word with them. You think you can just pick on my girlfriend Sasha when she's done nothing to you? Because of the color of her skin? {The crowd is booing this as Jayson stops to contain himself and his anger.}Jayson Matthews: You talk a big game on twitter! But now is your chance to say it to the face of somebody that can do something about it! That's why I'm issuing an open challenge! Why not send out you or one of those puppets you got on a leash, and be the one to answer my challenge. {Matthews stares up at the ramp awaiting a response.}Jayson Matthews: Cāmon. You are always so talkative on twitter! Fine as a bonus for youā¦.the next person to walk out here, I'll put the Invictus title on the line! Terri Morasco: woah, Jayson Matthews means business here tonight! Vasco Dias: You can't say other people's lines, Terri! You might get a cease and desist! Terri Morasco: Oh would you stop! {Jayson holds the title up awaiting a response when suddenly D.C. Sound Attack by Clutch rips through the speakers and Chris Card steps out to cheers!}Terri Morasco: I'm not sure if Chris Card was the person Jayson Matthews was expecting. Vasco Dias: But it certainly is a pleasant surprise! {Card climbs into the ring and already has a microphone in hand as his music fades.}Chris Card: So I was just sitting in the back, when I just so happened to overhear something about an open challenge? {Card looks around and tries to pep up the crowd to cheer more for the idea. Jayson rubs the back of his head with his free hand.}Jayson Matthews: Well I mean, yeah you did, but I was kind of hoping that- Chris Card: In fact, If I'm not mistaken, and I rarely am, I'm pretty sure you said that -the next- person to walk out here would get an Invictus title match. Jayson Matthews: That's true. But I was talking about- Chris Card: But nothing, my Cavendish consuming chum. I'm the first one out here like you said. Don't forget about the banana split martini I got for you! I got that for you out of the kindness of my heart! {Jayson shakes his head and points at Chris.}Jayson Matthews: Hey, no, you got me that because of the superkick before the match two weeks ago. Chris Card: I feel you misunderstood me, Jayson. I bought you that martini because I thought you might need some commiseration after losing the tag match. The superkick wasn't anything personal. It was a "Wrestling incident." Now... about this title match. {Chris Card starts to pull off his t-shirt when the crowd start to boo immediately at the appearance of Lindsey Grawn and James Gilmore on the stage, Lindsey has a microphone in hand as the trio walk down the ramp.}Lindsey Grawn: Now hold up a dad gum second there sunshines! Just hold yer horses now! {Jayson glares at her from the ring and Chris Card grins and steps forward.}Chris Card: Annie Oakley, everyone. {The crowd chuckle and Grawn just sneers at him from the bottom on the ramp where her group has decided to stop.}Lindsey Grawn: Very funny. Y'all know what else is funny to li'l ol' me? The audacity of you Chris Card...for thinkin' you could just waltz yer handsome li'l self on down to OUR ring and take an Invictus Title Opportunity that solely belongs to my client James Gilmore! I mean what match were you in at Extreme Endurance? {Card raises an eyebrow at her from the ring and Lindsey continues.}Lindsey Grawn: Besides I'm surprised our Invictus Champion is even fit to compete what with his current bout of jungle fever he's been dealin' with. {Jayson leans over the rope yelling for Gilmore to get in the ring.}Terri Morasco: Woooooow. Way to keep it classy. Vasco Dias: I'm not sure if she can say that on tv. James Gilmore: Jayson, dude, you are a cool guy. A lot goin' for ya. So trust me when I say ya could definitely do a whole heck of alot better for yourself. {Gilmore smiles and gives a thumbs up as an agitated Jayson Matthews stares at him from the ring.}Jayson Matthews: Gilmoreā¦.get in this ring so I can wipe that smile off your stupid face right in front of your bigot manager! {Gilmore looks offended and starts oblige Jaysonās request but Grawn stops him from going.}Lindsey Grawn: Whooooaaaaa there cowboy! My client ain't goin' into that ring 'til Chris Card is out of it. {Card stands his ground and crosses his arms theatrically.}Chris Card: And I'm not going anywhere until I get my Invictus title shot. I was the first one out here as per the requirements. So I guess we find ourselves at a bit of a stalemate eh? {Lindsey glares at them from the ramp.}Lindsey Grawn: Okay fine y'all degenerative liberal snowflakes! {Card chuckles to himself.}Lindsey Grawn: Y'all want to do this the hard way? How about next week at Open Fight Night we have a l'il tag team shindig...my candidate and his bodyguard will just take Card out of the picture by force and then after that, we will take the Invictus Title from whatever is left over of Jayson Matthews. {Jayson nods his head and points his finger at Grawn and Gilmore.}Jayson Matthews: You're on! Next week at Open Fight Night, your campaign goes cold! As in out cold! As in when when we knock you out cold! By punching or kicking. Or some other form of combatā¦ {Card puts his hand on Jaysonās shoulder to stop him.}Chris Card: You had a good start, but you really fumbled near the endā¦ {Card pats Jayson on the back then faces Grawn and Gilmore at the ramp at Grawn}Chris Card:...we accept! Terri Morasco: Woah! Huge tag match set for next week! Vasco Dias: But who is supposed to be the next challenger!? ----------------------------------------------------------
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āVia Satellite...ā
---------------------------------------------------------- {We come back from commercial focusing in on the commentary booth. Vasco Dias is wearing a huge smile as he adjusts his suit, Terri just shakes her head.}Vasco Dias: Terri, you may not know this but Iām somewhat of an investigative journalist. Terri Morasco: Youāre right, I didnāt know that. Vasco Dias: And when I see the makings of a good story I canāt help but jump right on that. Terri Morasco: With your own twist on the fact I imagine. Vasco Dias: Cheap insults aside, I caught wind earlier today that Verona was going to ban Cable Arcane from the arena after the definitive loss he suffered to our boss. Terri Morasco: Hardly definitive. Vasco Dias: So I made it a point to get a camera crew over to Cableās home this afternoon and conduct a via satellite interview. Terri Morasco: Youāre really proud of yourself. Vasco Dias: I certainly am. {We refocus on the tron now as it reads in big white letters āEarlier today.ā We see Cable Arcane in a āDisobeyā t-shirt with his own face on it.Cable is clearly frustrated as heās leaning forward on the couch.}Vasco Dias: Mr. Arcane, letās cut right to the chase- Cable Arcane: Shut the fuck up Vasco. {Cable looks up and directly into the camera.}Cable Arcane: Iām done crying foul. Itās clear Roberto Verona isnāt interested in finding out who is better inside of that ring. So next week, Iām done fighting Verona with honor. Iām done trying to find out who is better. Next week Iām coming to Sacrifice whether he wants me there or not and Iām going to break his fucking jaw. {With that Cable gets up and palms the camera sending the feed to black. We cut back to the commentators booth.}Vasco Dias: And that right there is why Cable Arcane cannot be allowed to be the face of this company. Terri Morasco: Thatās your big scoop? That Cable shut you up? Vasco Dias: NO! My big scoop- Terri Morasco: Shut up Vasco. Regardless this is big news. Cable Arcane will be here next week and apparently heās got some real bad intentions in mind! ----------------------------------------------------------
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āMan of Steel Inaugurationā
---------------------------------------------------------- {The Lights Darken as the Into of "OMEN" starts to play, whilst the beat picks up Devlin emerges from the crowd wearing his jacket ,the Guy Fawkes mask and Man of Steel title about his waist 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 lifting up a microphone from his jacket as if drawing a sword holding it aloft before taking a moment to unclip the title and lift that too before hopping into the ring centre and taking a good look around}Vasco Dias: Devlin Raine coming to rub his victory in our noses. Terri Morasco: At managementās request. Vasco Dias: Wonderful. {Devlin smiles brightly even as he starts to address the crowd nodding}Devlin Raine: Good evening IWF fans! It's me Devlin Raine bringing to you live, footage of me your new Man of Steel champion coming out and asking if you're all having a good night?! {The crowd roars it's approval as Devlin slowly looks around and nods to himself again}Devlin Raine: "But of course tonight is a celebration of the crowning of a new champion the dawn of a another age of steel and.." {The lights snap out before smoke spills across the arena and lights flash red Devlin's eyes can be seen to roll as he starts to look around before he turns very suddenly as the lights come back to normal into the not so welcoming gaze of Rowan MacDonnough and Devlin's microphone hand jerks back in sheer instinct but stopping short as the microphone in his hand is snatched from behind Devlin blinks as he is sup around by Maxine Valentine and Drilled By a RIASTAD! His Microphone and belt dropping to the floor as Devlin is wiped out the rest of The Pack seemingly appearing out of nowhere to climb on the apron}Terri Morasco: What the hell?! Somebody call Security! Vasco Dias: Looks like Devlin annoyed somebody! {Max takes a moment to pick Devlin up holding him at a kneel before he can really recover his head Snapping back as Rowan hits a GAZE OF BALOR Max lifting his head up ,stopping him from falling as Rowan picks up the Microphone whilst Devlin gets Drilled by Caleb Lockwood's CURB STOMP in the background as Max and Caleb drag Devlin to a corner and Rowan speaks}Rowan MacDonnough: "You're a man of your word Devlin Raine, but that makes you a marked man." {Dean climbs the turnbuckle holding the Man of Steel belt in his hands as he lifts it high glaring down at Devlin before Driving down into him with a SCREAMING FROM THE SKY, Dean bounces up to his feet and lays the Belt over Devlin's chest like a funeral wreath as Rowan continues}Rowan MacDonnough: "Let the hunt for the man of steel begin headed by my Most Loyal. Enjoy your victory whilst it lasts." {Devlin is curled in pain after the repeated moves as the Pack gather in the center of the ring "Our Truth" By Lacuna Coil starts to play as the Pack Gather ind keep theri back to Devlin and rise one hand in the air before lights wink out and whne they raise they're gone leaving Devlin laying in the ring as security seem to finally arrive}Vasco Dias: Devlin Raine getting dealt a different sort of destiny to what he imagined! Terri Morasco: Devlin's got the belt but at what cost?! We Have to go to a break but we'll be right back! ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Charity Crowne vs Fiona McFly
---------------------------------------------------------- {"Pop pop!"
The clapping synth intro of "Popular" by The Veronicas plays over the PA, and Charity Crowne walks out onto the stage, rolling her eyes and striking a brief pose at the top of the ramp. She smirks, rolling her wrist, and struts down the ramp, dismissing fans if they reach over the barricade. Charity hooks the ring post with a hand, walking around to the side of the ring, and plants a hand on the ring apron, jumping and swinging herself under the bottom rope. She back-rolls to her feet in the middle of the ring, posing again, and casually walks to a corner. She wraps her hand around the top rope, casually yanking on it a few times as she waits and the music fades.}Vasco Dias: I love this chick. She's such...a showman? A show-woman?! Terri Morasco: Showboat is more like it. Vasco Dias: You bein' the voice of reason, as always... Terri Morasco: No, I'm the voice that keeps YOU in line buster! {"I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys kicks into high gear as Fiona McFly marches out on stage, takes a bow, and heads down to the ring--giving lucky fans quick pecks on the cheek along the way.}Vasco Dias: Ya know, I just don't understand why Fi's goin' after Lindsey Grawn, that innocent Texas woman with a sweet and sultry voice... Terri Morasco: That "poor innocent Texan" you're talkin' about has been causing trouble on Twitter ever since day one, and to see Spike Kane of all people questioning FIONA'S work ethic, when all SHE wants to do is stand up to that jezebel that has tossed racial and ethnic insults at everyone like rice at a wedding, is just not right at all. Vasco Dias: But WHY!?! Why would Fiona want to put her own CAREER on the line...against a manager, it just doesn't make sense! Terri Morasco: There's a method to Fiona's madness that she won't just divulge to anyone...and PFFFT, even you! [DING!] {At the sound of the bell, the two ladies circle each other around the squared circle for a moment, trying to predict who was going to make the first move. Charity bounces around the ring, hamming up her "natural" stance whilst Fiona, using a hybrid MMA-amateur wrestling stance, takes things as seriously as she can, urging her opponent to "get in the game, fuck's sake!" as the crowd laughs at Crowne's antics.}Terri Morasco: I think Charity might wind up thinking twice before making a show of things. I don't think Fiona's playin' around. Vasco Dias: With a gutter mouth like Fi's, it's no wonder why her out-of-ring project's never gonna get finished-- Terri Morasco: Don't start! {When Charity decides to throw her arms up in the air and play to the booing audience one too many times, Fiona snarls and charges forward, taking her rival down to the mat by the knees and mounting on top. She starts grounding and pounding Crowne with rights and lefts to her schnozz and temples repeatedly whilst screaming "YOU THINK THIS IS A COMEDY SHOW!?!" As Fiona begins to use closed fists, the referee dutifully begins a five-count, and McFly does as she's told, breaking the maneuver and taking some colorful, yet fair and honest, words from the man in stripes. Pulling herself quickly to her feet, Charity realizes that it's time to get serious and makes an aggressive move, running towards Fiona with a forearm lariat that the ex-Badger alum easily avoids by rolling to her left and grabbing her opponent by the waist. She then applies a pair of waistlock takedowns that ground Crowne to the canvas. Switching over to the front, Fiona places her victim firmly in a fireman's carry and rolling backward into a fallaway slam and pinning combination, earning her a two-count.}Terri Morasco: Fiona's showin' off some of her hybrid MMA-wrestling ability! Vasco Dias: Pfffft, it's only a matter of time before she'll screw it up. {Fiona stands undeterred, continuing the attack with an armdrag takedown before sending Charity for the ride; yet as Crowne bounces off the strands, Fiona goes for a clothesline that she ducks underneath. McFly turns around and takes a good ol'-fashioned rake in the eyes for her trouble, stopping whatever momentum she had.}Vasco Dias: Welp, whaddaya know?! Looks like Fifi won't be reading any more Twitter messages after that one! Terri Morasco: Very unsporting... Vasco Dias: ...yeah, but a lot o' fun to watch! Terri Morasco: Oh, stop it! {Charity starts by slapping Fiona in the kisser several times, mocking her the whole way as she backs into the corner. Crowne then begins thrusting her shoulders into McFly's ribs, prompting the ref to start a five-count; at the count of four, Charity backs away from her opponent...only to place a good, well-timed, high-angled boot on her throat! Once again, the official starts his five-count, and Charity breaks away at the last second, earning her some choice words in the process, yet grinning from ear to ear as Fiona clutches her throat. Charity applies a monkey flip, sending Fiona head over heels to the deck; she then proceeds to go for a camel clutch--a very effective submission hold. The referee checks if Fiona wants to give up, but all he gets is a wave of her hands in a "negative" fashion. The hold is cinched tighter, and this time it appears as Fiona is fading out. The ref drops the arm once, then twice...but Fiona manages to pull herself together, eventually dragging herself AND Charity towards the bottom rope and earning herself a valuable rope break.}Vasco Dias: Wow...that was boring as hell. Terri Morasco: Oh c'mon now! Fiona's got enough heart to break out of that wear-down hold! That's not boring! {Fiona, on the mat, tries to collect her thoughts and shake off the fuzzy-wuzzies. On the other hand, Charity begins taunting her AND the Penn State fanbase, much to everyone's chagrin. Yet this proves to be a classic error in judgement because, when she turns around, McFly is right there to apply her husband Jack Gaither's dreaded Iron Claw! The crowd goes wild as Fiona digs in, nails firmly implanted into her opponent's mug as the latter's shit-eating smirk fizzles in a heartbeat. Fiona shoves her opponent away before executing a flying forearm after running the ropes. She then goes for the pin...}1...! 2...!! THREEEEE--NOOOOOOO!!!!!! {Fiona stands up and grits her teeth, damn-well determined to keep pushing the issue with Charity. Yet SHE makes a small mistake, missing with a standing roundhouse kick that could have easily broken her opponent's nose had it connected. Instead, Charity gives Fiona a high knee-lift before making contact with a discus clothesline to complete her trademark "Don't Cha" combination before going for the cover...}1...! 2...!! THREE, YEAH--AWWWWW....!!! {Charity stands up pissed, barking at the official over his "slow" counting. Fiona, on the canvas, closes her eyes and takes several deep breaths while the argument intensifies. Eventually, McFly is able to slowly pull herself back to her feet and tip-toe behind Crowne, who's completely unaware that the Northern Irishwoman has her dead to rights...or does she?! At the last split second, Charity turns around and takes Fiona to the canvas! She then goes for the pin and places both of her feet on the middle rope! The ref, unfortunately, doesn't see this happens and, as a consequence, Charity Crowne swipes this match with the one, two, and THREEEEEE!!!!!}----------------------------------------------------------
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āOpportunity...ā
---------------------------------------------------------- {āHanging on by a Threadā by The Letter Black hits the speakers of the arena and a nice ovation for the Heiress to the Throne runner up, Keira Hunter as she heads out to the ring with a purpose.}Terri Morasco: Keira has been on quite the little streak as of late, defeating the Shieldmaiden, then teaming with her to defeat the Diamonds Champion and the woman who beat her in the Heir to the Throne, Helena Sawyer. Vasco Dias: I canāt disagree Terri. Sheās been impressive. However, she has to do something to take that next step in her young career. {Keira ascends the steps after picking up the microphone and enters the ring. She looks around as her music dies down, the crowd applauding her.}Keira Hunter: Thank you...much appreciated. Normally, I donāt like to just blather on and on like a mindless drone. Itās one of the things that I believe separates me in this division. However, they told me to come out here and make a declaration, and so I shall. A couple of weeks ago...this happenedā¦ {Keira points to the screen showing the end of her match against Shea OāHara.}{Keira turns a slap into a forearm that spins Shea around, and as she turns back, Keira goes for a kick only to have Shea catch her leg in a precarious position looking for the āSweet Little Machineā but Keira furiously hits some elbows to the side of the neck of Shea, loosening her grip, the final blow a shot to the side of the head that causes Shea to stumble back into the ropes. She comes back and Keira lifts her on her shoulders, snapping her off quickly with a Ushigoroshi!}
Terri Morasco: SPIRIT BREAKER!
Vasco Dias: Sheās perfected scooping an opponent up and nailing that move out of the blue.
{Keira hooks the leg of the Shieldmaidenā¦
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings.}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner...KEEEIRA HUNTER!
{Keira has her arm raised in victory.}{The camera cuts back to Keira who has a grin on her face.}Keira Hunter: Now correct me if Iām wrong, but that alone warrants a title match. {The crowd starts to cheer in anticipation.}Keira Hunter: I thought so. So I went and talked to Ms. Gordon. I presented my case and she agreed. So, Iām calling my shot. Shea, you know I respect you. Iāve told you to your face, as you have me, and weāve shown it in this ring before...you and me...Open Fight Night, Shieldmaiden on the line! {The crowd burst into cheers, a āYES!ā chant breaking out as they would love to see these two warriors do battle.}Keira Hunter: Iāll be there...I hope you will be too. Iāll keep an eye on the Twitter. {She winks at the camera as she flips the microphone, āHanging on by a Threadā starts playing again as she exits the ring.}Terri Morasco: Strong words from this young lady who looks to make her impact early on, not only in her career, but in life as well. Vasco Dias: Weāll wait and see if Shea accepts the challenge. {She turns at the top to motion at her waist with a smile on her face as we go to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Xavier Cross & Kole Kaos vs Dean Harper & Caleb Lockwood
---------------------------------------------------------- {The arena goes black as the intro for White zombie's Blood Milk and Sky comes over the PA system. Once the drumbs and guitar kick in a dark green hue overtakes the arena and smoke overtakes the stage. "The siren sings a lonely song, Of all the wants and hungers, The lust of love, a brute desire, The ledge of life goes under" As Rob's voice comes over the PA Kole Kaos emerges from the smoke wearing a black with dark green trim patch-worked long hooded jacket.}Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Everywhere and Nowhere, weighing in at 255 pounds, Kole Kaos! Terri Morasco: Kole Kaos is not a man you want to anger, and it seems like his opponents this week have done just that. I think we can expect to see one hell of a mean streak from him here tonight. Vasco Dias: He's angry even when he's happy. When he's pissed off? Run. {He slowly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. He slowly turns at the ring and heads to the stairs, he climbs the stairs and stands on the apron in the middle of the ring, he flips the hood off over his head and shrugs the jacket off throwing his arms up in a flexed crucifix pose, as he does so green pyro bursts from all four ring posts, he then makes his way into the ring staring at his opponent, or up the ramp with disgust on his face as he waits for the match to start.}Alison Valance: And his partner... {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: From Atlanta, Georgia...he stands at six Feet, three inches, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-one pounds...Xavier...CROOOOOSSSS! Terri Morasco: The leader of the Council has many grievances to settle here tonight. The Council's defeat in the Heir to the Throne tournament. Rowan's betrayal. A thousand and one indignities and more, and he has a chance to take retribution. Vasco Dias: We're going to see an even more vicious, and maybe even madder, side to Xavier Cross tonight. This is his chance to get revenge, and if there's one thing that drives the Usurper, it's revenge against those who've wronged him. Expect violence. Lots of it. {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}Alison Valance: And their opponents... {Lights out. Our Truth by Lacuna Coil begins to play as red lights begin to flash slowly before lights come up on the stage, now shrouded with thick red smoke. As the music swells, dim light begins to come up on the stage, now shrouded with blood red smoke as four silhouettes fade into view. As the guitar kicks in hard, the lights flash onto the stage revealing the four members of the Pack in full, gazing into the crowd and taking in their reaction - cruel but manic laughter from Dean, a cold glare from Maxine, a nodding, savage grin from Caleb, and a dark, gleaming gaze from Rowan as she spreads her arms wide as though welcoming the audience to a religious service.}Alison Valance: Being accompanied by Maxine Valentine and Rowan MacDonnough, representing the Pack, at a combined weight of 368 pounds, the team of Caleb Lockwood and Dean Harper! Terri Morasco: The Pack travels in numbers. Rarely do you see one of them, and this matchup was enough to draw out their full forces. Vasco Dias: They look to have foul intentions on their minds, and with the numbers advantage in their corner...well, let's just say this match won't be for the faint of heart. {After a few seconds Rowan walks towards the ring, the rest of the Pack following side by side. The surround the ring, also shrouded with red smoke, each one taking a corner and climbing onto the ropes gazing either at the audience or at their victims within, Finally, as one, they all leap into the ring and meet in the center, turning towards the hard camera as the house lights return.}Terri Morasco: Four men, two alliances, one hell of a lot of bad blood. Put the kids to bed and strap yourselves in, this is going to be one wild and violent ride! {The teams have decided to lead off with Kole and Caleb, and when the bell rings Kole immediately charges, looking to take Caleb's head off with a huge clothesline! Caleb front-rolls underneath, coming up in a crouch, and when Kole spins on his heel Caleb leaps up with a pinpoint dropkick to Kole's chest! The big man staggers back, and Caleb lands on his feet, immediately breaking into a run again and coming off the ropes with a leaping leg lariat! Kole stumbles back into the ropes again, shaking his head, but this time when Caleb comes back up to his feet, Kole uses the momentum to blitz forward and tear Caleb in half with a huge spear! Lockwood clutches his ribs in agony as Kole leaps to his feet, roaring before directing a death glare at Dean in the corner, who responds by yawning.}Terri Morasco: What a brutal spear from Kole Kaos! It might have been a tactical mistake for the Pack to open with a matchup where their man gives up almost ninety pounds to his opponent. Vasco Dias: They're hoping that Lockwood's speed and resiliency can carry him, but many more big shots like that and I don't know if there's much anyone can do. Kole Kaos has knockout power in his frame, big time. {Kole picks Caleb up by the collar of his shirt, firing a huge right hand into his face and sending the smaller man staggering back. He follows up with a second right, and a third, shouting at Caleb "YOU COULD BE SOMETHING! YOU COLD BE FREE!" as he pounds on the smaller man. Kole Irish whips Caleb to the ropes, posting and looking for the KAOSBUSTER! But Caleb plants his hands on Kole's shoulders, flipping through and landing on his feet behind Kole! As Kole spins to chase his target, Caleb hops back, firing a vicious superkick into the side of Kole's knee! Kaos staggers mid-turn, dropping to a knee, and Lockwood grabs his arm, trying to whip him into the Pack's corner. Kole braces, though, resisting the whip, and Caleb quickly switches tactics, snaring a quick Thai clinch behind Kole's head and volleying knees into his face! After about half a dozen, he grabs Kole's arm again, grunting as he manages to whip him into the corner. Caleb charges in, nailing a vicious high knee, and he tags Dean with his free hand, leaping back with a sitout facebuster and rolling to the side as Dean comes in with a slingshot senton across Kole's back! Dean covers the big man!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Brutal flurries of offense there from the Pack, working as a well-oiled unit here and isolating the big man. Vasco Dias: Traditional tag team wrestling dictates fast tags and isolating one man. Kole Kaos' strength is in his explosivity. Keeping him off-balance is the best chance the Pack has for success against him. {Dean hammers an elbow down into Kole's neck, following it with a nasty upkick that snaps the big man upright. He nails a spinning heel kick to Kole's gut, delivering a pair of knees to Kaos' ribs, and follows up with another kick to the side of Kole's previously-injured knee. Kole stumbles out of the corner, collapsing to his knees, and Dean hits the ropes, looking for a running double knee strike...BUT KOLE POPS UP AND CATCHES DEAN WITH A SURPRISE KAOSBUSTER OUT OF NOWHERE! Both men are down, and Kole turns to crawl for his corner, gritting his teeth as he yanks himself along.}Terri Morasco: Kole Kaos bought himself an opening there with that huge spinebuster, and he needs to capitalize if the Council want to stay in this match! Vasco Dias: That's the explosivity I was talking about, Terri. Kole had an inch, and he made it a yard. Now to find out if he can make it the whole nine yards. {Dean rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself forward to tag Caleb back in...and Kole leaps the remaining distance to his corner, tagging Xavier Cross in for the first time in the match! Cross immediately slingshots over the top rope, charging to close the distance and leaping atop Caleb with a Thesz press, hammering down on him with elbows to the head! The referee pulls him off, and Cross struts backward, flipping the Pack off as he's forced back by the ref. Caleb stumbles to his feet, staggering around, and Cross lays into his leg with a series of wicked kicks! He nails a right-handed jab, followed by a left, followed by a European uppercut! Caleb's dropped to the mat, sprawled out, and Cross leans over him, unleashing a psychotic laugh into his face before hitting the ropes and delivering a vicious knee drop to complete the B/S/T COMBO! Cross reaches back, yanking one of Caleb's legs into a modified rana pin!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Cross immediately pounces on Caleb, snaring a chinlock on him and beginning to insult him as he wrenches on the hold.}Terri Morasco: And immediately Cross becomes the difference-maker, delivering a brutal offensive sequence to Caleb Lockwood there. Lockwood's always going to be the smaller man, but the question here is if that size disadvantage will prove lethal. Vasco Dias: It certainly might be. He's got one hell of a hill to climb here. {Caleb struggles to his feet, forcing himself to stand under the barrage of insults from Cross. He reaches up, yanking Cross down into a modified jawbreaker, and stumbles to his feet, shaking his head as Cross holds his jaw. Something lights in Caleb's eyes, and he runs to the ropes...but it's to the ropes near the Council's corner, and indeed he leaps off to deliver the BEAST OF WAR enzuigiri to the side of Kole Kaos' head! Kole drops off the apron, clutching the side of his head as Cross looks over in surprise. Caleb lands, shaking his head as he staggers back out of the corner, and as he moves to charge Cross again he's met with a pop-up straight into the AWAKE THE DRAGON kick under the chin! Caleb drops to the mat again, clutching his jaw, and this time Cross turns to look at Rowan, pointing back at Caleb and shouting "THIS IS WHAT YOU LEFT US FOR, HUH! YOU COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL, YOU DUMB DEMON BITCH!"}Terri Morasco: Why in the hell is Cross antagonizing Rowan?! He has an opening here! Vasco Dias: This isn't just about winning, this is about sending a meāWHOA! {As Vasco is speaking, Dean Harper's eyes have lit up with fury, and he springboards into the ring, nailing a modified forearm strike to Xavier's jaw! He begins hammering down on Cross, shouting obscenities, and Caleb uses the opening to try to pull himself back to his feet. Kole, for his part, has just managed to yank himself back onto the apron, and the referee has to forcibly pull Dean off of Cross' prone form. He looks around, eyes wide, and settles on Kole, drawing a thumb across his throat before he charges Kaos and rips him off the ropes with the DESCENT INTO HELL sunset flip powerbomb! Dean and Kole hit the floor, groggy, and Caleb staggers back up to find himself the only man standing!}Terri Morasco: Take that lesson to heart: you NEVER insult Rowan like that in front of her Most Loyal! Vasco Dias: Taunting a madman has its risks, and we just saw them live and in color! {Dean rises slowly, staggering towards the Pack's corner as Caleb grabs Cross by the head, hitting another knee strike, and pulls him to his knees, making a throat-slashing motion to signal for the CURB STOMP! As he runs the ropes, though, Cross leaps up and catches him with a huge rolling elbow straight to the jaw! Caleb's dazed, and Cross knees him in the gut, doubling him over and hoisting him up into a Gory Special, looking for the WELSH DRAGON BREAKER! No! Cross can't quite hook Caleb's legs, and the smaller man grits his teeth, roaring as he PICKS CROSS UP and staggers towards the Pack's corner! Caleb stumbles after a few hesitant steps, dropping to a knee, but he manages to wrench an arm free, reaching out towards his corner as Dean climbs back up on the apron! Cross kicks his feet, shifting his grip, and Caleb stretches out...
AND MAKES THE TAG! Just as he does, though, Cross shifts back up to a standing base, hauling Caleb back into Gory Special Position!}Terri Morasco: Lockwood makes the tag, but it looks like he might be the one taking the pain anyway! Vasco Dias: Sacrifice fly, will it pay off? {Dean ducks between the ropes quickly as Cross adjusts his grip, turning towards the center of the ring...AND DEAN LEAPS IN MID-STRIDE, DRILLING CROSS BETWEEN THE EYES WITH THE DANCE THE SPIRAL! His arms go slack and Caleb drops free, glancing back to Dean. Dean nods back, and Caleb grabs Cross by the arm, whipping him to the ropes and flapjacking him up as Dean leaps to catch him with a double knee facebreaker and deliver the SONS OF CONDEMNATION! Dean rolls into the cover as Caleb immediately charges into a suicide dive on Kaos!
ONE! TWO! THREE! "Our Truth" hits the PA, and Dean rocks back on his knees, grinning viciously as the bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, the team of Caleb Lockwood and Dean Harper! Terri Morasco: The Pack were on the same page here tonight, and they managed to come out with the win. Vasco Dias: It never quite hit the heights I expected, but I guess that's a testament to the teamwork of the Pack. The Council hit hard, they hit fast, but they couldn't quite hit often enough. {Dean crouches over Cross's face, shouting at him as the rest of the Pack join him in the ring. Rowan reaches out, putting her hand on Dean's shoulder, and his anger instantly subsides, reduced to a boiling rage. The four look to each other, and Rowan raises her hand, dropping it as the lights cut out. They come back up a second later, leaving only the fallen Council members and a wisp of red smoke behind them.}Vasco Dias: ...I hate it when they do that. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
āMourning the Fallenā
---------------------------------------------------------- {The whole arena is plunged into darkness as the somber tones of the orchestra version of Gateways by Dimmu Borgir begins to play.}Terri Morasco: Jesus Christā¦ Vasco Dias: Correction, God. Terri Morasco: How can this sick excuse for a man show his face on IWF television after what he did to Mason St. Croix in that Compound match!? Vasco Dias: That isnāt a man! That is a God and IWF is his Garden of Eden! God can do whatever he wants! {A flame flickers into focus on the tron illuminating the pale but clearly scarred painted face of the man known as Angel Blake but calling himself God.}āLast Sunday Night I SACRIFICED my only begotten sonā¦ā{Slowly the image pulls back reveal a pair of torches to either side of God as he sits upon a cold iron throne.}āI DELIVERED to you, the people a martyr of manā¦ā{We pull back even further revealing a chain in the right hand of God, the chain falls to the floor before leading back up to the neck of a panther which purrs quietly to itself in the presence of itās master.}āNext week I will EULOGIZE my fallen son and HONOR him for being the one brace enough to sacrifice his SOUL in the name of my Garden of Edenā¦ā{Torches begin to strike up all around God revealing dozens, possibly hundreds of hooded followers all stand behind him.}āI will use the BLOOD of Mason St. Croix to REPAINT this world into a new PARADISE! And the first Adam to walk among us will be my next challengerā¦Nighthawkā¦ Sleep well my son.ā{God reaches out with his right hand and strokes the head of the panther as he slowly starts to laugh but it quickly morphs into a sadistic cackle as we fade to black.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Bob Pooler
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: āThis next contest is scheduled for 1 fall with a 60-minute time limit.ā {The lights in the arena suddenly turn out, plunging the fans into darkness. Little by little, small beacons of light begins to pop up as the fans raise their lit cellphone aloft as the #WWIDN appears on the Jumbotron in bright red and the opening drumbeat of āRed Fractionā begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the song begins to pick up. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he points to the nosebleed sections with his right before making his way to the edge of the ramp.}Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds ā¦ Bob ā¦ POOOOOLER! {Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}{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 (Spartan X 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 opponent, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 poundsā¦. āThe Master of 1000 Holdsāā¦. āThe Wrestling Machineā Nighthawk!ā Terri Morasco: āAnd after a heartbreaking loss at Extreme Endurance where he was dominated by Spike Kane in a last man standing match, Nighthawk tries to get back on a winning track against former Invictus champion Bob Pooler.ā Vasco Dias: āInteresting point. Nighthawk has never lost to Bob Pooler. Singles matches, tag team matches, nothing. In fact, before his knee injury, the real appeal of his title challenge of Bob Pooler was the idea that Nighthawk had his number. Is that still true?ā {Shaking hands with each other as the referee rings the bell, a surprising amount of tension behind it, both men immediately go for a collar-and-elbow lockup and Bob quickly uses his strength advantage to fire Nighthawk into a neutral corner. Leaning against the bottom rope, stretching out carefully as he puts this new information into his strategy, Nighthawk pulls himself up to his feet and immediately goes back to the collar-and-elbow lockup and weaves himself through into a tight hammerlock before weaving himself back around the other way into an armwringer as the crowd in Allentown claps along happily for the slick technical wrestling theyāre seeing. Trying to reverse the hold Bob Pooler tries to step through into a standing cravate only for Nighthawk to see the gambit coming and roll calmly through the cravate attempt right back into the armwringer he had originally, quickly chaining that through into a flying cross-armbreaker attempt which Bob blocks by reaching to the ropes to force the break and then rolling to the floor to give himself some time to think as he shakes out his left arm as the crowd roars their approval.
Sighing as the refereeās count reaches 5 before getting back in the ring Bob immediately raises his hand above his head in a test of strength challenge which Nighthawk quickly accepts only for the Mancunian to step right through into a side headlock which he holds onto tight even while still trying to take it over. Pulling up on the head as if trying to open a stubborn jar he again tries a headlock takeover and this time gets what he wants with the aid of his significant weight and strength advantage before leaning on his smaller opponentās chest to tire him out and take away the famed Nighthawk gas tank as best he can. Rolling to his side to keep his shoulders off the mat the āWrestling Machineā then sits up, forcing Bob to convert his headlock into a reverse chinlock. Weaving his hand through his ankles Nighthawk waggles that hand in front of Bobās face, who takes the hand only to be guided into a seated wristlock which he quickly turns into a fujiwara armbar that he then chains into an Arms Across America attempt. Scrambling to the ropes to get to the floor Bob shakes out his left arm before yelling up at the referee āWhat the HELL was that?ā as the āMan of 1000 Holdsā waits for him to return to the ring.} Terri Morasco: āWe see flashes of it every week, but it is always a treat when Nighthawk decides he wants to show us just how skilled he is technically.ā Vasco Dias: āBut again, Terri, how much damage did he actually do? It was all flash, but just like everything else Nighthawk does, thereās no substance.ā {Stepping back into the ring carefully, continuing to shake his left arm out, Bob moves in to go for a collar-and-elbow lockup only to bury a short knee to the lower abdomen. Quickly landing a teeth-rattling elbow strike Bob buries another knee into the ribs which draws a sharp intake of breath and a holding of said ribs from Nighthawk who immediately retreats to the corner, fearing that his ribs may be cracked or broken. Pouncing on the opening Bob immediately pulls Nighthawk from the corner, lifting him up and bringing him back down to Earth atop his knees. He lands the Pepto-Bismol Red and covers quickly for a pinfall,
One ...
Two ...
Three!
After the three count, Pooler quickly moves and begins signaling the medics to come and take a look at Nighthawk.} Alison Valance: āThe winner of the matchā¦. Bob Pooler!ā |
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Well howdy there pardner.