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Post by Riley Gordon on Oct 11, 2017 4:28:12 GMT
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UNSANCTIONED MATCH
Lindsey Grawn vs Fiona McFly
---------------------------------------------------------- Vasco Dias: So tonight I guess we get to sit back and watch a video? Terri Morasco: That’s right, Vasco. Our first match tonight was pre-recorded by The Pack, who offered to host the unsanctioned match between Fiona McFly and Lindsey Grawn. Vasco Dias: The fact that they would subject us to this is further evidence of their cruelty. But at least I get to verbally castrate them while they fight. Terri Morasco: … Actually Vasco, the match already has commentary from IWF’s own Dean Harper and Maxine Valentine. Vasco Dias: … They hate me. They truly want me to suffer. Terri Morasco: Let’s sit back and watch the match! {Camera comes up on a caged-in arena that looks to be built into a warehouse. The ring is completely isolated from the stands, with even the entrance to the cage covered with wire like The ropes and corner posts have been driven into a concrete floor, and there is no padding to serve as a reprieve should a competitor take a hard fall. The arena is stained with blood, and figures are gathered outside like a swarm of locusts. Outside the cage sit Dean Harper and Maxine Valentine, the latter grinning cheerfully as he sits at a table. Caleb Lockwood stands within the ring, black stripes crudely painted on a white t-shirt to indicate him as the referee. Finally, Rowan MacDonnough holds court, sitting on a raised platform gazing down into the arena from over the cage.}Dean Harper: Hello IWF, and welcome to our home, filming here at The Pack’s training compound in Centralia Pennsylvania! I’m one of your hosts, Dean Harper, joined by the lovely and eloquent Maxine Valentine! Say hello to all the nice people, Max! Maxine Valentine: No. Dean Harper: Isn’t she great? Well, we don’t have much of a sound system for entrance music here in our little training center, much less ramps or an Imperiatron, so we’ll jump right to the action with our two competitors already in the ring – FIONA MCFLY, and LINDSEY GRAWN! {Spotlights shine down on two corners of the arena, shining on Fiona and Lindsey. Both of them look uncomfortable as the gathered thralls roar in approval for the oncoming violence. Caleb makes the two of them shake hands before glancing up at Rowan. The Wolf of the Abyss’ eyes flash with satisfaction before giving a single, definitive nod.}Dean Harper: Nothing like an unsanctioned match dozens of miles away from police or medical facilities, eh Maxine? Maxine Valentine: Oh shit. I completely forgot to tell them we don’t have medical personnel on hand. I do hope neither of them get seriously hurt. {Dean and Maxine laugh hysterically as a gong rings, signaling the beginning of the match. As the assembled gathering stood to watch, Fiona McFly and Lindsey Grawn took their stances and circled the cage, waiting to see who would make the first move. Grawn, for the most part, took up a basic kickboxing style whilst McFly was firmly entrenched in her hybrid amateur wrestling-MMA discipline; the two women, at first, seemed to want to gauge each other fully as several weapons get tossed into the cage, which land on the floor against the fencing.}Maxine Valentine: It looks like the Thralls want them to start murdering one another with a baseball bat, a kendo stick… is that a lawnmower blade? Dean Harper: That’s certainly what it looks like. Maxine Valentine: I’m going to have to remember that. {Yet Fiona wasn't concerning herself about weapons at this early stage. Lindsey giggled slightly over the intended barbarism of the affair; yet they both decided to keep the fight civil...at least, that was the intent. Lindsey, a conventional right-handed fighter, threw a series of short, stinging jabs that made light contact with her opponent's forehead. Fiona quickly rolled to her left and assumed her stance, parrying each jab that Lindsey threw with relative ease. Eventually, Fiona is able to get Lindsey into a clinch, and the better-trained, more experienced IWF Diamond immediately places her victim in a hammerlock of the left arm. But Lindsey, remembering her uncle's wrestling career, reverses the hold and applies a hammerlock of her own. Fiona groaned as she felt her left arm being stretched to its limit...before taking two steps back, grabbing Grawn by the hair, and flipping her head over heels onto the deck as the cultists watched the exhibition.}Dean Harper: Fiona definitely looking to have the advantage early on. Maxine Valentine: It’s almost like one of them is a trained and experienced IWF competitor and the other is an untrained media spokeswoman who’s too busy tweeting buzzwords to hit the gym. Dean Harper: Well when you say it like that… {The two women locked themselves in a clinch once more...only this time, Lindsey kicks her opponent squarely in the ribs with her right foot before throwing a right hand that reels her back against the fence. Fiona covered up, deflecting as many blows as she could before finding an opening and striking Grawn on the chin. Lindsey is knocked backward as Fiona continues the assault, applying two deep armdrag takedowns before executing a swift release German suplex that sends her flying across the venue. Lindsey clutches her back as Fiona catches her breath, but the campaign manager sees something shiny and metallic being tossed into the cage. Fiona looked on as her opponent would eventually pick up the weapon in question--a fencing sabre with a red handle--and holds it up for all the world to see. McFly sighs, shaking her head...only to feel another shiny, metallic object landing next to her feet.}Dean Harper: I understand that James Gilmore has been teaching Grawn how to handle a sword personally. Maxine Valentine: Stop. Dean Harper: Never. Do you know how long I wanted Vasco’s job? {Fiona didn't want to pick up the weapon. In her mind, this was what this godforsaken place was all about--sheer bloodshed, barbaric violence, you name it. It was too over-the-top, even for her own standards, but Lindsey didn't care. She lunged wildly at Fiona with her sabre, its tip hitting the fence as the ex-Badger rolled out of the way. Grawn laughed with sheer delight as McFly continued to backpedal towards the opposite side. Backed up against the wall, Fiona lunged forward, disarming her crazed opponent by grabbing her right arm and chopping it with her hand, a self-defense technique she learned during her college days.}Lindsey Grawn: Pfffft, wow...you've learned a lot, cuddle-buns. Dean Harper and Maxine Valentine: CUDDLE-BUNS??! Fiona McFly: Aye lovely...you might find that I'm full of surprises! {Fiona immediately transitioned back to her opponent's left-hand side, only for Lindsey to counter with a rake of the eyes. She picked her fencing sabre back up and lunged, prompting McFly to quickly race over to the other side and grab her own sabre. She then took a defensive stance, and the two ladies found themselves in a standoff. The folks that have gathered to watch this were bloodthirsty--they WANTED to see the crimson fly by any means necessary. Fiona shook her head in disgust--to her, this was uncivilised, very much over-the-top. Lindsey, however, lived in the moment and began attacking, with Fiona countering by raising her sword up and down, remembering the defensive lessons her husband taught her in 2015. Eventually, Fiona saw a small opening and took advantage, kicking Lindsey once in the ribs before firing off a roundhouse that knocked her down to the floor.}Maxine Valentine: I didn’t realize that MMA fights had sword fighting segments. I might need a career change. Dean Harper: Weren’t there points? I’m pretty sure there were supposed to be points. Caleb, what’s the score?! {Favoring a broken nose, Lindsey only got angrier. In one swift motion, she managed to disarm Fiona with a swift front kick that connected flush in the jaw. As Fiona crumples to the ground in pain, Lindsey lashed at her with the sword, opening up a small gash on the full-time Diamond's left arm and eliciting an unbridled scream from McFly, who quickly went to work by using the shirt she was wearing as a compress to stop the bleeding.But the damage was done. Fiona was shaken and helpless.}Maxine Valentine: Would have been cooler with the lawnmower blade. {Lindsey's evil smile came about as she tossed the fencing sword off to the side.}Lindsey Grawn: Ain't this a beauty, huh? Look at you, Fi...cold, on the ground, helpless to even react... and the sad part of it all? You, and the rest of IWF's sheep--includin' MY CANDIDATE, James Gilmore--thought this was nothin' more than a joke. {Lindsey, methodically and calculatingly, saunters up to a stricken Fiona and stamps her foot down hard on her left hand; we hear Fiona screaming in obvious plan as Lindsey planted her foot down harder.}Lindsey Grawn: But sugar-pie...as I learned from one of your favorite 007 movie characters, "I never joke about my work." After all, your momma is such a sweet, noble lady...I never dreamed for a moment that I'd be the one to collect on a bounty that waas TWO YEARS in the makin'. Fifty grand...and your own family's ancestral home. I bet you NEVER thought I'd be the one to swipe the reward... Dean Harper: … Oh no, I think she’s monologuing. {Lindsey stepped off Fiona's hand, grinning from ear to ear as she cackled with glee.}Lindsey Grawn: ...and the best part of it all? The Imperial Wrasslin' Federation and their crackpot "legal" team can't do a goddamn thing about it. After all...I took on your dear mommy's mission well before I came into Mr. Gilmore's life--when you first joined in 2015. From the shadows I've watched you, studied your every move, gauged your tendencies--all the while posin' as nothin' more than an average Jane Plinko. All that anger in your heart and nothin' to show for it. You let Spike Kane manhandle you...you let Laia Evers force you into thinkin' she was your half-sister when, in truth, she was just fuckin' with you...and now, you let yourself get tossed into this godforsaken compound...and all the while, y'all did NOTHIN' about it. {Lindsey smirked with every tip-toe she took, looking down upon Fiona's stricken form as she notices the blank expression on her face.}Maxine Valentine: Okay, we get it Grawn, you love the sound of your own voice. You're gonna stop talking now, right? Less talking, more murder. Lindsey Grawn: Now, now...that doesn't upset ya, right? Maxine Valentine: -OH COME ON!!!- Lindsey Grawn: Me takin' your own family's heritage and throwin' it into a blaze, watchin' it burn as I dance around like an Indian. How does it feel to be fucked by the express train, knowin' damn well that you were nothin' more than a failure in life 'cuz ya couldn't do a thing to stop it. Dean Harper: She’s right, you know. {Fiona looks up at Lindsey, widening her eyes as she continued to listen.}Lindsey Grawn: Look at yourself Fi...ya wanna be Heroine of the Year yet you've done NOTHIN' to help other people. Like, say...your DADDY William, whose dick was cut off by yer ma's orders. Or what about yer dear, sweet little hubby Jack...who's playin' golf and strugglin' with CTE yet YOU can't even find the courage to ease his real pain. How does FEEL to know that you haven't done a goddamn thing to show love and compassion for those around you except for yourself!?! It's all about you, sweetie... {Watching Lindsey's sadistic cackle become more pronounced, Fiona began to grit her teeth upon the sight. In her mind, something was about to snap...and her visage was starting to turn into a dark-hued crimson.}Lindsey Grawn: ...YOU FEEL NOTHING! None of these things will EVER COMPUTE inside your little Irish skull! You never loved Jack, you never loved Miss Kimble, you never loved your own father and Granpapa...YOU NEVER LOVED A FUCKING SOUL IN YOUR LIFE!!!! {Maxine is repeatedly banging her head against the table in boredom. Dean golf claps and holds up a hand-drawn sign that reads: 4.2}Dean Harper: A passable effort at a villain monologue from Grawn, but unfortunately I don’t think you get points for dramatic readings in MMA rules. I still don’t know the score. Who’s winning? Maxine Valentine: Nobody. Nobody’s getting points. We’re all losing. {At that moment in time, the fuse blew. Fiona could no longer take Lindsey Grawn's taunts any longer. Like a bat out of the depths of Hell, Fiona charged at an unsuspecting Lindsey to the ground with such force, causing the Michigan alum to bang her head violently on the compound's floor.}Maxine Valentine: Fucking FINALLY. {Without any hesitation whatsoever, the enraged Northern Irishwoman went on a full-scale attack the likes of which nobody had ever seen before from the normally-docile Diamond, firing away with rights and lefts that connect with her victim's face. Blood begins to spew out from Lindsey's nose as Fiona pulled her up by the hair and slammed her against the fence, where she continued to connect with punch and punch, shot after shot, until Grawn could no longer stand on her own two feet. Fiona then placed Lindsey in her dreaded kimura hold...where she ramped up the pressure to such a degree that, almost immediately, Lindsey's shoulder and elbow joints become dislocated in an instant. The resulting popping and snapping sounds could be heard, followed by Lindsey's primal scream, as Fiona finally let go of the submission.}Dean Harper: Did Fiona McFly just break Lindsey’s arm? Maxine Valentine: That wasn’t the sound of bone snapping, that was just dislocation. Dean Harper: You know that by sound alone? Maxine Valentine: What, you don’t? {Fiona stood over her stricken rival, whose left arm has been rendered completely useless, as she cowered in fear by crawling to the fence and propping herself up against it using her good right arm. McFly, with furious-looking bloodshot eyes and crimson pouring down from her own face, stalks over to Grawn, pulls her head back by the hair, and readies her left hand to deliver the final blow.}Lindsey Grawn: Please...n-n-n-no...p-p-please God, no... Maxine Valentine: PLEASE GOD YES. {Lindsey, with a noticeable stammer and trembled violently, shaking her head as Fiona gritted her teeth.}Lindsey Grawn: F-f-fi...I g-g-g-give up. Y-y-y-you win...j-j-j-just d-d-d-don't kill me, Fi. Just...d-d-don't. Dean Harper: KILL HER!! {Fiona reached back, let out a devilish, dog-like growl that turned into a wraithlike, ungodly roar, and fired away with her left fist as it made a direct and deadly beeline towards Grawn's right eye...
...but it didn't connect with its target. Fiona had pulled her punch back at the last split second.
In tears over seeing her opponent's prone form and the damage she had caused, Fiona let go of Lindsey's hair and stood upright, putting her hands to her sides and pointing to the assembled gathering of bloodthirsty cultists.}Fiona McFly: No. {The compound begins to loudly boo as Caleb rubs his brow at what he just witnessed.}Caleb Lockwood: Here is your winner, by… by whatever that was… Fiona McFly. Yay. {The crowd’s vocal displeasure is reflected in Rowan’s eyes. The Wolf of the Abyss gazes down upon Fiona below as she slowly shakes her head before she grabs a sledgehammer that had been resting beside her chair. Hammer in hand, she leaps down and lands in the ring, striding over to where Lindsey rests. With gleaming eyes, she holds the hammer towards Fiona.}Rowan MacDonnough: By the agreed stipulation of the match, Lindsey Grawn is now banned from Twitter for 30 days. However, there is no way to ensure that she won’t simply set up a new account unless precautions are taken. As the match’s host… I think it best that Lindsey’s fingers be splintered against the concrete floor. {The crowd roars its approval as Lindsey looks horrified, blubbering with panic. Rowan stares down Fiona and forces the hammer into her hands.}Rowan MacDonnough: Do it. {Fiona walked around the area, never taking her eyes off Lindsey for a second as she holds the hammer in her hand. Finally she stops by Grawn, looking down at the broken shell of a woman… before slowly shaking her head.}Fiona McFly: No. I will not participate in the senseless maiming of a helpless human being...that's not in me character, not how I was brought up, not what I was taught. That's not the RIGHT and HONOURABLE way. You FAILED Rowan. I bring light to the world, not wrap it in darkness...like me father and Granpapa before me. {The anger swells from the Thralls, seeming to swirl like a storm of fury and loathing of which Rowan is the seething epicenter. Rowan’s eyes shine bright gold as the lights of the compound flicker, dust falling from the ceiling.}Rowan MacDonnough: Then you are no better than I suspected. Weak. Soft. Unfit. If you won’t take matters into your own hands… {Rowan rests a solid boot on Grawn’s hand, drawing a scream as she grinds the woman’s knuckles into the concrete}Rowan MacDonnough: Then I’ll do it myself. {Lindsey howls in agony as Fiona looks on with horror… and begins to realize that Rowan’s offer wasn’t in good faith at all. Rowan never planned on letting both of them walk out of here, and now Lindsey is paying the horrible price for it. Guilt flashes on her face, then fear… and then anger and resolution. She glances to the fenced in tunnel that leads outside the building to where she and Lindsey had parked their cars… and swings the sledgehammer hard into Rowan’s side, knocking the Champion away from Lindsey and to the ground! Rowan roars with fury as she gets back to her feet, clutching her side in pain, but Fiona moves fast, hoisting Grawn over her shoulder and bolting to the exit! Dean and Maxine are both up and at the wall of the cage, trying to hack their way through the wire with whatever they had on hand. Caleb does not pursue Fiona and Lindsey, instead focusing his attention on the seemingly hurt Rowan. Only a few thralls who had been guarding the exit move to block Fiona’s escape, but Fiona swings wildly with the sledgehammer to batter them aside as she and Lindsey break free!
The scene shifts to another camera outside, showing Lindsey and Fiona getting into the latter’s car before gunning the engines and screaming out of the once-abandoned town, vanishing from sight behind the columns of smoke that rise from the cracks in the road. The camera feed fades to black. The film holds on that black screen for a moment before Rowan’s voice echoes through the arena…}Rowan MacDonnough: Fiona McFly. If you thought you’d get away with it that easily… then you haven’t been paying attention. See you soon. {The video ends, and the lights return in the Wells Fargo Center.}Terri Morasco: So Fiona McFly wins, but in so doing draws the wrath of the IWF Diamonds Champion. A dangerous risk to take in order to stand by your beliefs. Vasco Dias: It’s just rude, Terri. Rowan invited Fiona into her home to give her the match that Fiona asked for! I think that indulging a favor is a pretty reasonable thing, all considered. Terri Morasco: … Vasco, she wanted Fiona to Doctor Strange Lindsey’s hands! Vasco Dias: When in Rome, Terri. When in Rome. Terri Morasco: …Let’s get to the next match. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”An Offer Cable Cannot Refuse”
---------------------------------------------------------- {Our cameras go to ringside where the IWF COO Roberto Verona and his two giant henchmen are stood in the ring. Verona still carries his Imperial championship over his shoulder and a mic in one hand as he looks around the capacity crowd who boo at him.}Vasco Dias: Here he is, the greatest professional wrestler of all time! And a generous boss may I add. Terri Morasco: You’re not trying to avoid being sacked are you? Vasco Dias: I just speak the truth Morasco. Roberto Verona: What a warm welcome… {The crowd boo again.}Roberto Verona: Quaint. However, I’m not here to entertain you people, I’m here to speak to one man, and one man alone. The former illegitimate Imperial champion, Cable Arcane. A man who I made a promise to that I would have an offer he simply couldn’t refuse. {The crowd cheers for Cable.}Roberto Verona: What you need to learn, Cable, is that life isn’t fair just because you demand it is. I’m under no obligation to engage with you on an equal playing field, in fact it isn’t remotely in my interests to do so. See, I know full well that inside this ring I’m more than capable of beating you and anybody else in professional wrestling, I don’t have anything to prove. You can make insinuations about everybody else on this roster because nine times out of ten, they’ll bite and they’ll fall on their swords all for the sake of pride. {Verona shakes his head.}Roberto Verona: But not me, Cable. I don’t give a damn if you call me a coward, I don’t give a damn if you can get the circle of extraordinary underachievers to cheerlead for you as you run down my accomplishments, I don’t exist in the same insecure vacuum that all of your fragile egos call home. I transcended that a long time ago, I had a date with reality and here’s a heads up, she is a bitch. You and everybody in that locker room do not understand the realities of running a pro wrestling company. {Verona looks at the camera whilst pointing up the ramp.}Roberto Verona: You can’t just continue to inhabit a self-absorbed echo chamber, blowing things out of proportion in a perpetual crusade to be out raged. You can’t just operate out of pure self-interest, you can’t just look out for number one, you have to look out for number one, two, three, four, five, the list goes on. Oh, and heaven forbid you happen to see somebody’s value differently than they do, heaven forbid if you have to be the bad guy and heaven forbid if you have to compromise and not just get your own way all the time. {Roberto leans over the top rope.}Roberto Verona: Since day one you’ve always had a chip on your shoulder, you’ve always felt that you’re owed something, that you can just make demands and run your mouth and the entire world will continue to revolve around you. Welcome to reality, Cable. No matter how good you are, no matter how talented you may be, you aren’t entitled to a damn thing. You’re not entitled to main event spots, you’re not entitled to title matches and you’re sure as shit not entitled to call me out and demand that I pander to your desire to make a name for yourself. {Verona looks back into the camera.}Roberto Verona: The world doesn’t work the way you think it does. You don’t just win some matches and accumulate championships and suddenly that means you get everything you demand. You don’t just prove yourself in that ring and earn the keys to the city. You have to keep earning it, you have to keep proving yourself and most of all you have to appreciate that the world doesn’t owe you shit. No matter who you are, no matter how good you are, the Imperial Wrestling Federation is bigger than you. It’s bigger than me. It’s about every one of the men and women in the back, it’s about all of the employees whose names you’ll never know, it’s about every one of these fans here tonight and around the world who part with their hard-earned money to give you the platform to be a star. You can’t be lazy and just rest on your laurels, you can’t just point at a list of achievements and think that entitles you to anything. You have to appreciate just how fucking lucky you are, you have to open your eyes and see that you don’t just get something because you demand it. {Verona turns and looks back up at the tron.}Roberto Verona: So consider this the opportunity of a life time. Cable Arcane, at October Revolution you and I will go one on one and if you can defeat me, I will officially give you authority over the booking of this company for an entire month. I will simply take a back seat and watch, hell maybe I will even sit my ass down next to Vasco there and put my feet up for a while. But know this, I am going to lie, I am going to cheat and I am going to bend every rule in the book and abuse every facet of my position in this company because it’s time you learned that life isn’t fair, that you can’t just overcome adversity and then think you’re made. And if by some miracle you make it through this, I am going to make damn sure you understand what running a wrestling business is like. I am going to make sure you realise that IWF isn’t just all about Cable Arcane. See you at October Revolution, Cable. Reach for the brass ring, because if you don’t, you’ll never get so much as within ten feet of me again. {Verona drops the mic and beckons his henchmen to follow him as he rolls out of the ring as his music plays again before making his way up the ramp.}Terri Morasco: Dear God, did you hear that? If Roberto Verona loses at October Revolution, he’s going to grant Cable Arcane a month of power!? Vasco Dias: We both know that chump doesn’t stand a chance, Roberto will put him in his place. Terri Morasco: And what if he doesn’t? Vasco Dias: Then maybe I will finally have a competent commentary partner. {Our scene fades to a commercial break as Roberto walks up the ramp and into the backstage area.}----------------------------------------------------------
DIAMONDS TAG TEAM MATCH
Sara Garcia & Brooklyn Madrox vs Rayne & Crystal Millar
---------------------------------------------------------- {This match was hard fought, mainly between Rayne and Sara Garcia. Brooklyn entered the fray against Crystal and in the fighting, Crystal got shoved into Rayne, knocking her off the apron. Sara meanwhile tagged herself in, slapping the shoulder of Brooklyn before entering the ring and grabbing hold of a dazed Crystal, hitting her version of a Cradle DDT that she calls the “Moment of Bliss” covering Crystal for the three count.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Chris Card & Jayson Matthews vs James Gilmore & Mikhail Federov
---------------------------------------------------------- {The drum fill kicks in the door and the guitar riff of 311’s Perfect Mistake starts blasting over the PA system.}“Listen Up!” {The arena lights start changing from orange to black on the beat and Jayson Matthews comes bouncing from behind the curtain and head banging to the riff. His Invictus Championship firmly around his waist. He jams to the verse as he starts to walk down the ramp, slapping fives with as many fans as he can on either side.}This is the next stage, we turn the page We're gonna wreck a place when we take the stage Roll up your sleeves, get down with me It's going off in the pit like you wouldn't believe Alison Valance: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He is the IWF InVICTUS Champion……JAYSON MATTHEWS! {Jayson stands at the end of the ramp and stares into the ring and he starts to bounce up and down and hypes himself up and as soon as the chorus hits he dives into the ring forward rolls onto his feet and runs over to the side opposite the ramp and leans over the ring holding out his Championship. While the lights strobe orange and black.}“Ohhhhhhhhhh See in it my eyes Hold it in my hands All those days that you wasted away There was no one to blame It's a perfect mistake {He hops up on the turnbuckle and holds out the Invictus title with one arm and points to the crowd with his other hand. Thanking the fans for the cheers and displaying the title to the fans.}Terri Morasco: The Invictus Champion, Jayson Matthews has had quite the reign as champion. Vasco Dias: Chris Card and James Gilmore are vying for their opportunity and who knows who else is just waiting in the wood work. {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.}Alison Valance: WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS AND FIGHTING OUT OF TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA, HE IS "THE REAL MAN'S WRESTLER", "TECHNICAL PERFECTION" CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAAAARD! As Chris walks towards the ring there is a brief darkening of all the lights in the arena, as if there is a temporary electrical fault. Out of the darkness, for the briefest moment a purple ankh appears on the Imperitron, a woman’s eye staring out from the loop and then the lights return and Card continues his walk to the ring. Terri Morasco: I'm ummm not sure what that was, but Chris Card is here and he is really doing his best to insert himself into this situation. Vasco Dias: What do you mean? Jayson said the next person out would get a shot, was that not Chris Card? Terri Morasco: But he meant Gilmore and you know it. Vasco Dias: I didn't make the challenge, Jayson did! Gilmore and partner entrance Terri Morasco: No Lindsey here tonight. I wonder if that will affect Gilmore and Federov’s focus? Vasco Dias: No way! Gilmore represents America, Terri! {Matthews, Card, and Gilmore all stand in the middle of the ring arguing and talking trash to one another. Things start to get heated when sudden Mikhail runs in with a vicious shoulder tackle to Jayson Matthews! He goes down hard and the ref signals for the bell. Gilmore walks back to his corner peacefully as Mikhail is pulling Jayson to his feet. Card tries to help his partner but the ref tells him to go to his corner. Mikhail grabs Jayson by the neck and just throats tosses across the ring and he lands with a thud near James and there team corner!}Terri Morasco: Mikhail Federov showing off some strength here! Vasco Dias: That was pure power! Terri Morasco: Will Jayson be able to battle back? Find out after this! {commercials}Terri Morasco: And we are back. Team Gilmore has been looking strong with frequent tags and good offense. Jayson has been taking a lot of damage here and Matthews needs a tag here bad! Vasco Dias: Chris Card is just itching to get in there! {Struggling towards his corner again, Jayson Matthews inches his way slowly towards his tag team partner. Drawing ever closer, Federov knows that he has to cut Matthews off and charges after him. Matthews reaches out for Card’s hand, desperately trying to make the tag but James Gilmore knows the situation and calls the referee over, making sure that a tag won’t be seen.}Vasco Dias: Sound tag team strategy there from Gilmore. Terri Morasco: Or blatant cheating. Vasco Dias: Which is often a sound strategy. {Card looks across the ring as Federov tries to grasp onto his far smaller opponent. And a grin forms across Card’s face as instead of reaching out to allow Matthews to make the tag, he simply holds his arms in the air and claps his hands firmly, making the sound of a completed tag for the referee to hear.}Vasco Dias: Tag made! Tag made by Chris Card! Terri Morasco: No it wasn’t. Vasco Dias: Well, let’s see what the referee says, Terri. {The referee turns toward Card who is already stepping between the ropes and signals that the tag has been made. He swiftly moves towards a confused looking Jayson Matthews and ushers him out of the ring.}Vasco Dias: Told you. The referee says it was a tag. And therefore it was. Those are the rules. Terri Morasco: Give me strength. {With the referee now distracted by removing a befuddled Matthews from the ring, Card turns toward the Minister of Defense. Federov swings at the crafty Canadian while James Gilmore is apoplectic with rage from his spot on the ring apron. Card ducks under Federov’s arm and gracefully slides behind him. Card keeps one eye on the referee, seeing that the ref is nearly but not quite finished with Matthews (still surprised that he is being told to leave the ring!) and drops to his knees before BLASTING MIKHAIL FEDEROV WITH A LOW BLOW!}{The crowd explodes with a chorus of cheers!}{Card transitions the low blow straight into a schoolboy roll up, right as the referee comes to check on the action.
ONE!
TWO!
Gilmore rushes out from his corner to try to break up the pin..
THREE!}Terri Morasco: Highway robbery by Chris Card! James Gilmore looks furious! Vasco Dias: He tried to cheat. Card cheated. Everyone cheated! I LOVE IT TERRI! Alison Valance: THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH… JAYSON MAAAATHEWS AND CHRIIIIS CAAAAAARD! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”A Question of Tactics...”
---------------------------------------------------------- {As Chris Card and Jayson Matthews walk to their locker room Nighthawk embraces his friend and protege Jayson Matthews before Jayson heads to the locker room. Taping up his hands Nighthawk puts a hand on the chest of Chris Card, as he clearly wants to talk to him.} Nighthawk: "I apologized to you in public for being short with you, and I am apologizing again for it. But I am not apologizing for anything else I said. I'm not going to tell you to not cheat, because for you, that's as easy as breathing. I'll just say this one thing: If you do ANYTHING to screw Jayson Matthews, to play him and make his life miserable, it won't just be him." Chris Card: "I get it, Nighthawk. I understand exactly where you're coming from. And I appreciate that you've spared me a moral absolutist lecture as you and I both know that primitive notions of black and white morality bear no relation to the many and varied shades of my reality." {Nighthawk frowns.}Chris Card: "There are two scenarios that play out from here. Either Jayson knows what he's getting himself into or he doesn't. If the latter is true, I'm sure he trusts you enough that you could smarten him up." Nighthawk: "For once in your life, Chris, don't try and out-think the room. If you do anything to hurt Jayson Matthews, I'll come looking for you." Chris Card: "You'll know where to find me, Nighthawk. I'll be the one wearing the title belt." ----------------------------------------------------------
EMPTY ARENA MATCH
Caleb Lockwood vs Devlin Raine
---------------------------------------------------------- {The feed kicks on for the big screen showing the scenes from an Empty Arena Match that took place earlier in the day. Devlin and Caleb start in the ring with just a referee to aid them the only herald of the chaos to begin to the ring bell and straight away Caleb charges in at Devlin who backs up to low bridge Caleb and sent him spilling to the floor Devlin doesn’t let up waiting for moment to roll under the ropes to pick Caleb up only to get hit by a low blow as Caleb smashes him into the ring apron and then into the barricade.
Devlin gets his head bounced off the Barricade one or two more times before Devlin recovers to grab the incoming Caleb and toss him over the barricade and into the awaiting first rows of seats, sending them scattering as he kneels down to recover some more whilst Caleb takes his own time recovering form Devlin both using his own momentum against him and throwing him a bit like a rag doll .
Devlin recovering first drops under the ring to search pulling out a burlap sack filled with something that sounds ominous as Caleb roars in anger to leap over the railing an nail Devlin with a forearm , the another Devlin fires back as Caleb pauses to pause and looks in the bag with disbelief and a little anger, swinging the bag at Devlin’s head. Devlin ducks and the sack tears open spilling the contents all over the ring and around parts of the area floor, Devin’s tool of choice? Lego The bricks tumble and lay in various positions up and Caleb is left holding the sack. So he does what comes naturally he charges at Devlin who kicks at the other man fighting off the attempt to strangle him with the fabric .
Devlin managed to squirm free and bounce Caleb off a ring post before rolling into the ring to sit on the canvas and wait with a small smile beckoning the Man into the ring and stands as he does so before they exchange blows again, this time Delvin’s bigger size and larger frame pays dividends as he whips Caleb for the ropes and fires a punch only for Caleb to hop up under the punch and lack in the Rear naked Choke on Devlin he calls STARVATION’S GRASP! Wrapping legs about Devlin to sink the hold in as Devlin releasing there’s no rope breaks. And in a moment of sheer desperation does the only thing he can do, hooking a m arm around one of Caleb’s legs so he can’t escape an d driving himself and Caleb backwards into the Lego with a modified Version of the CANNONBALL! both of them eating the full brunt of gravity, his own weight and Tiny plastic death blocks. The two roll away and Devlin is taking a moment to get his senses back as Caleb seems to growl to himself and rolls himself out of the ring dropping to floor before disappearing under the apron.
Devlin gives a meek thumbs up to a referees question even as he stands up slowly a trash can flying out from under the ring as Caleb follows it and pulls a kendo stick pointing at Devlin, who realises he’s unarmed and rolls way from Caleb as he swings Caleb changes directions fluidly, his parkour training showing as he tosses the stick up into the air slides himself between the two ropes an catches the Stick to point it into Devlin’s Chest with a slight smirk before he swing at Devlin who ducks swing s and takes shots on his forearms and with Knee checks when he can’t quite get out of the way, each strike making The Man of Steel champion wince as he tries to move towards the trash can only to be stopped by a welt inducing strike Devlin back s up with a shake of his arms and legs frowning as frustration shows on his features Caleb’s enjoyment in inflicting as much pain on Devlin as possible starting to show.
Devlin fakes out the next swing to duck under it and roll through to scale for the waiting trash can pure defence kicking I as the next Swing is not just block but the Stick is about smashed by a Baseball bat swing and Caleb looks at what’s left of the stick as Devlin simply waves the bat and Cable cuts him off with a quick superkick to the knee making him drop the bat as Caleb uses the Knee to step up n Devlin who is quick to stand only to be hi t by the POISON PILL on the outside! Caleb makes a quick cover
ONE
TWO
THRE- Kickout!
Caleb’s eyes go wide and he looks at Devlin’s body which is laid out, convulsing a bit even as the arm stays raised he quickly covers Devlin again only for Devlin to kick out instantly for two more covers, Caleb eyes the trashcan and then a chair taking a moment to roll into the roll and setting the Trash can up in the corner between the top and middle turnbuckle Opening up the chair and putting it to one side as he rolls out and stomps on Devlin a few times before trying to drag the man into the ring, Pulling him up to Russian leg sweep Devlin into the Apron when he refuses to co-operate and the he rolls Devlin in and makes a good pile of that Lego and pulls Devlin into a front face lock arm rising up to Signal FADING HOPE Devlin lifts Caleb up and charges into the corner with the trashcan probably doing a number on himself as the metal bends inwards and the can falls away on the impact Caleb lets go as Devlin staggers back shaking his head off as Caleb attempts to hop on the middle rope to hit Dev with a BEAST OF WAR, Dev’s reactions are quick to duck under it as Caleb has to slow himself down to avoid the pile of Lego turn around to be smashed in the Face by a BURNING CHROME uppercut! Devlin also impacts the Lego along with Caleb and both of their faces light up in pain as Devlin eventually scrambles to make a cover
ONE
TWO
Kick out!!!
Devlin rolls away and his eyes set on that open chair pulling it over to the middle of the ring even as he clears the Lego away from both of them He pulls Caleb up adding the occasional knee before he faces Caleb towards a set of ropes as if preparing to throw Caleb out of the ring before kicking him in the gut hard and charging for the ropes determined to score the DEV DT on the chair! Caleb maybe a step ahead simply moves forwards to kick Devlin in the gut him seal as Dev has to lay hands on the chair Caleb charges forwards to Step on Devlin’s shoulder for a Curb stomp but Devlin sends up as Caleb is sent up wards into the air as Devlin is the one a step ahead this time Devlin closes the chair shut and throws it upwards as Caleb comes down the metal and the member of the pack colliding before Caleb then bounces off the canvas and Devlin doesn’t even wait connecting with a low angle NO FATE as Caleb gest to his hands and knees in simple reaction to bouncing off the canvas rolling into a DEEP cover as the ref counts
ONE
TWO
THREE
Devlin legs go of Caleb and stays of a moment with a breath wincing as he looks at the bruises and welts form the kendo stick and eyes Caleb as well with a od and a soft mutter you’re not quite sure what is Said As Devlin stands and much like he did with Dean lifts his head up as a trophy and give Caleb the same little hair ruffle looking at he camera with a small rub of his neck as officials come in to start clearing up the mess}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Cable’s Response...”
---------------------------------------------------------- {We cut to the interview area where Cable Arcane stands ready with Rachel Grimes.}Rachel Grimes: Cable, earlier tonight we heard an offer from Roberto Verona for a match at October Revolution that, if you win, would essentially give you control of the company for a month, what is your answer? {Cable takes a long deep breath before exhaling.}Cable Arcane: Rachel, I don't know who Verona was providing meta commentary for but I have never expected nor asked to be treated better or differently than anyone else. Perhaps there are men and women in this company who feel entitled to their positions, perhaps there are people who sit idle as the company passes them by but I HAVE EARNED EVERY DAMN THING I HAVE EVER ACCOMPLISHED! I have worked harder, trained harder and fought harder than anyone else in this company for the last year plus! I know IWF lives in a world where the rest of our industry doesn't exist but in the years between my fall from grace and my rise back to the top I busted my ass! I don't tell you that because I want your sympathy, I tell you that because I want you to understand just how hard I worked to be the Best in the World. And that is exactly what I am. {Cable glares into the camera.}Cable Arcane: The only reason I ever wanted to face Roberto Verona is because he mocked my reign as Imperial Champion. The entire time I was champion, Roberto Verona quipped from the side lines about me not being the real champion. But tell me Rachel, what makes a real champion? Never technically losing or representing this company the best you can three hundred and sixty five days a year!? Wrestling house shows, doing signings, going to interviews and daily shows and selling out pay per view after pay per view!? I did that!I still do that! Even though Verona has seen fit to not book me on Sacrifice in two plus months I am wrestling at every house show! I'm still doing the media tours, I'm still out their promoting his brand like the work horse I am! Where has Verona been during all that? {Rachel shrugs her shoulders.}Cable Arcane: Exactly. Nobody knows. He's an absentee goddamn landlord in the land of IWF! I didn't call him out, he called me out and then back pedaled when he realized I'm not afraid of his power. Unlike the rest of this roster I know I can make just as much money in Japan as I make here, I'm not worried about money. I'm in IWF to be the best, he challenged that claim then refused to act on his challenge. So as far as this match is concerned. Of course I accept. Draw up the contract, I'll sign it next week and at October Revolution... Win or lose. Lie, cheat or steal... I'm going to break your fucking face. {With that Cable just walks off set leaving Rachel in stunned silence.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Angel “God” Blake
---------------------------------------------------------- {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.}Vasco Dias: Do you think Nighthawk knows what kind of hell he’s walking into? Terri Morasco: I think Nighthawk knows exactly what sort of match he’s walking into against Angel Blake. Vasco Dias: His last match? Terri Morasco: Nighthawk has faced and survived men more terrifying and deadly than Angel Blake! Vasco Dias: I’m sorry, Nighthawk has faced men who have a panther as a pet or an entire church who follows them? Terri Morasco: Known of Angel’s theatrics will factor in to what happens in that ring. Vasco Dias: Oh, I do believe you’re mistaken. {Nighthawk stands ready in the ring when the arena lights go out and plunge us into darkness. The low tones of the orchestra version of Gateways by Dimmu Borgir begins to play as a lone spot light shines down on the entranceway. A group of hooded figures step through the curtain, three on either side of a sleek black coffin.}Terri Morasco: What the hell is this!? Vasco Dias: Looks like we are going to get a viewing with our Eulogy tonight! {God emerges from the back behind the coffin in a full leather robe adorned with spikes, the wounds on his body from the war with Mason St. Croix are obvious save for the cuts on his face which have been painted over, in his right hand is a chain which leads to a collar which is around the neck of a panther! God, his followers and the coffin make their way to the ring as his voice booms through out the arena.}“Tonight, I dedicate this match to my fallen son… Mason St. Croix! We will honor him together, Nighthawk before you ultimately get to meet him on the other side…”{The hooded figures rolls the coffin up against the ring as Angel stands beside it, lightly stroking the top of it. Nighthawk just watches from inside the ring, completely unfazed. Blake makes his way over to the steel steps where he throws the leather cloak off revealing his sewn together back before handing the leash of the panther off to a follower and walking up the steps and climbing into the ring. God bows his head as the lights return. Nighthawk keeps his eyes on Blake as the referee checks him over.}Vasco Dias: Say farewell and goodnight to Nighthawk, Terri. Terri Morasco: I’m sorry, as impressive as Angel is, Nighthawk is a technical machine and Blake is clearly still hurting from his war with Mason. Vasco Dias: God’s don’t feel pain. {The referee calls for the bell and Blake moves right in for Nighthawk who doesn’t back down. The two tie up in the center of the ring but Blake quickly overpowers Hawk and drives him backward into the corner of the ring. However Nighthawk slips out of the tie up and behind Blake. Angel fires off a backfist that Nighthawk ducks and then counters with a European upper cut right to the jaw of Blake. Nighthawk hits another European upper cut, then another and another as the fans count them off all the way to ten! Blake looks dazed as Nighthawk turns to get a running start then comes flying across the ring and hits Angel with a running corner dropkick!}Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is in control after ten devastating European uppercuts! Vasco Dias: It’s only the opening minute of the match! Terri Morasco: And Hawk is total control! {Blake falls out of the corner and lands face first on the mat. Nighthawk isn’t going to give Angel time to recover and pulls him up to his feet, Hawk fires off a superkick that spins Angel around then grabs Blake around the waist and throws him over his shoulder back first onto the mat with the Bolt from the Blue bridging German suplex! The referee moves into position to count! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: Blake barely got his shoulder up! Vasco Dias: Only because that ref is counting too fast! Terri Morasco: Or maybe Blake is more hurt than you let on! Vasco Dias: Gods don’t feel pain! {Nighthawk glances over his shoulder at the hooded figures but they haven’t moved, he turns his attent back to Blake who is trying to get to his feet. Nighthawk runs past Blake and springboards off the ropes and grabs Angel for a tornado ddt! Blake is planted hard on the mat causing even more damage to his spine. Nighthawk is right up now and feels the momentum in his favor. Blake tries to get up again but Nighthawk is right there with a step up enzugiri that he follows up with a nasty arm drag! Blake tries to roll through it and back to his feet but Hawk charges him with a running European upper cut and throws Angel over his back with a bridging Dragon suplex! The referee gets down again and ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Vasco Dias: Jesus would that ref slow down!? Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is having his way with Angel Blake right now! Vasco Dias: Shut up Terri! Terri Morasco: I’m just calling it like I see it! {Nighthawk doesn’t hesitate as he pulls Blake back up to his feet but Angel fires off left and right jab combos before connecting with a cross/upper cut combo and then a spinning back fist that causes Nighthawk to stumble backward. Angel hits a spinning heel kick then a enzugiri! Nighthawk falls backward into the corner and Blake hits him with a leaping knee then runs Nighthawk out of the corner with the Heaven’s Fury bulldog!}Vasco Dias: God is back on the attack! Terri Morasco: Blake is resourceful! {Blake grabs Nighthawk by the head and pulls him up to his feet, Nighthawk cracks Angel with a forearm shot but Blake quickly retaliates with a shin kick to the left knee of Nighthawk! Blake kicks the knee again and again and again until Hawk drops to one knee. Blake shin kicks Nighthawk across the chest now and then pulls Hawk up into the Last Gasp pulling pile driver! Angel rolls Nighthawk over and goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: It’s going to take way more than that to put the wrestling machine down! Vasco Dias: God is just playing with his meal before finishing him off! {The panther lets out a roar from ring side and Blake smiles. Blake pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and under hooks him for the standard eighties style Mike Rotunda hip toss but Nighthawk flips through it and lands on his feet then connects with a massive superkick that spins Angel around.Hawk leaps right into the air and grabs Angel with a reverse Frankensteiner! Nighthawk limps his way back to his feet feeling out his left knee.}Terri Morasco: Nighthawk may have hurt himself as much of Blake exerting his knee like that. Vasco Dias: Foolish move. Terri Morasco: Maybe or maybe we are seeing how badly Nighthawk wants to win this match? {Nighthawk tries to shake his knee out as Blake starts to push himself back to his feet, Nighthawk doesn’t let him fully stand and grabs Angel for a snap suplex but again Hawk finds himself nursing the knee. Nighthawk stands up and starts to rethink things as he grabs the left arm of Angel and locks him into a cross armbreaker!}Terri Morasco: Nighthawk changing tactics mid match, his knee is clearly feeling some pain from those kicks earlier so he’s moving into submissions! Vasco Dias: Nice tactic but God will never submit. Terri Morasco: Laszlo submitted him. Vasco Dias: That was like four years ago, get with the present! {Hawk is wrenching the arm of Blake but Angel manages to throw his body weight enough to get his fingers on the rope and break the hold. Hawk hobbles to his feet but stands a little straighter as his knee seems to be feeling better but Blake rolls to the outside. Nighthawk seems to think about whether or not to follow Angel but then decides to do so. Nighthawk comes up behind Angel who fires off another backfist, Nighthawk catches it and turns it into a sick arm drag! Blake rolls back to his feet and catches Hawk in the left knee with a basement drop kick!}Vasco Dias: God is right back to the knee of Nighthawk! Terri Morasco: It’s a smart move by Blake, so much of Nighthawk’s wrestling game requires him to be on his feet. Vasco Dias: This is why you don’t test God! {Blake pulls Nighthawk back to his feet, Angel grabs the left leg of Nighthawk and bends it behind Hawk’s back before picking the man up and dropping Nighthawk knee first right onto the ring apron! Hawk lets out a yell as Angel rolls him in under the bottom rope and follows him in. Nighthawk is trying to stand but he’s clearly hurt. Blake rises behind Nighthawk and leaps into the air behind him and grabs him for the Revelations!!! Nighthawk is down and Angel covers him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}Vasco Dias: That was three! What kind of slow ass count was that!? Terri Morasco: Don’t be upset it wasn’t enough to but Nighthawk away, this man is known the world over for how tough he is! Vasco Dias: Soon he will be known for having his career ended of cable television! {The panther begins to pace on the outside as Angel gets to his feet. Blake looks down on Nighthawk and slowly reaches down for him but Nighthawk springs to life with a roll up pin attempt! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! But before Angel can get to his feet Nighthawk ties Blake up in the Hangman’s Clutch!!!}Terri Morasco: Hangman’s clutch! Vasco Dias: No this isn’t possible! Terri Morasco: It’s very possible! Blake could be about to tap out! Vasco Dias: There is no way! {Nighthawk has Angel locked in deep but Blake is struggling, the ropes are not that far away but Hawk isn’t letting him move. Nighthawk wrenches harder and Blake lets out an audible scream as he digs deep and throws his free hand onto the rope, his fingers just touching it and Nighthawk is forced to break the hold.}Vasco Dias: That was close. Terri Morasco: If Angel were just an inch further away Nighthawk would be the winner of this match. Vasco Dias: I’m sorry, you’re delusional. Terri Morasco: I don’t think you know what that word means. {Nighthawk hobbles up to his feet and Blake uses the ropes to pull himself up. Nighthawk comes up behind Blake but Angel connects with a spinning heel kick right to the left knee of Nighthawk! Hawk drops to a knee again and Angel fires off the Genocide Kick!!! Nighthawk falls backward and Blake quickly covers him. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!}Vasco Dias: God has defeated the wrestling machine! Terri Morasco: He did but it was close and Nighthawk nearly had Blake beaten. Vasco Dias: Nearly means nothing, God picked up the win! Terri Morasco: A hard fought win. {Angel Blake stands to his feet and looks out of the ring now to the coffin. His hooded followers stand beside it, one of them holding he chain leash of the panther. Angel beckons for them to open the casket!}Vasco Dias: And now it’s time for the viewing! Terri Morasco: Is St. Croix really in there!? Vasco Dias: What’s left of him! “Now… All of you… Will look upon… The brutality you forced me to cause… My son…”{One of the hooded men starts to open the coffin when a fist flies out and connects with the followers nose sending blood spraying!}Vasco Dias: What the hell!? {Mason St. Croix flies out of the coffin and lays out each of the followers save for the one controlling the panther who is struggling to keep the pet under control. Mason turns toward the ring and goes to charge in but Blake points as a muffled scream is heard echoing throughout the arena!}“Look! My son… LOOK!”{Mason turns and looks up to the tron where we see a man hanging by his neck in a dark room, his fingers just barely between his neck and the rope keeping him alive.}“Attack me and lose your worldly father… Or save him and lose your eternal father…”{St. Croix turns and looks at Blake and mouths “Son of a bitch.” Before turning back to the tron and breaking into a sprint up the ramp as Blake cackles in the ring but as soon as Mason reaches the top of the ramp two more of Angel’s followers pop out from behind the curtain. Mason cold cocks one and lays him out cold, the other misses their shot and Mason drops him with the RANGER’S WAY and disappears into the back. Blake watches from the ring with a terrible smile as the old man struggles to keep breathing before the lights in the arena go completely out.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Next...”
---------------------------------------------------------- {As Nighthawk staggers back into the interview area, his eyes glassy and glazed over after an absolute war with Angel Blake, the "Wrestling Machine" sags into the chair. Still in his wrestling trunks, welts dotting his upper body, the "Master of 1000 Holds" slowly removes aquamarine-colored wrist tape from around his left wrist.}Maria Iniesta: "Another hard-fought battle with Angel Blake tonight. I think we have to ask the question, Nighthawk. How much more can you take?" Nighthawk: "The answer to that is easy, Maria. I'll take as much as I need to. Tonight, Angel Blake gave me all the fight I could want or ask for. In the weeks to come, I know I'll get more. And when that happens, I'll be ready." ----------------------------------------------------------
IWF SHIELDMAIDEN
SINGLES MATCH
Keira Hunter vs Shea O’Hara (C)
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF SHIELDMAIDEN CHAMPIONSHIP! {The crowd pops in anticipation as they know the last time these two were in a match against one another, it was electric.
"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 woman has come a long way, and tonight, she looks to cement her spot in the IWF Diamonds Division. Vasco Dias: A win would be huge, and she has momentum on her side, but we shouldn’t discount the champion who has been so for quite sometime, proving herself with each defense of the Shieldmaiden, perhaps the most demanding championship we have in the IWF. {The lights go out before the tron flickers to life with a flick of orange hair, before "In God We Trust” 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 O’Hara 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 “devil horns” 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 “devil horns” once again.}Vasco Dias: Shea has held that title since May 28th. It’s going to take one hell of an effort to dethrone her with that title on the line. Terri Morasco: As mentioned, Keira does have the momentum, defeating Shea a few weeks ago in a non-title contest. This should be a good one. {The bell rings and the two shake as they did in their prior meeting, showing the respect they have for one another. They take a few more steps and tie up in the center of the ring, Shea quickly getting the advantage with a headlock. Keira backs her into the ropes and goes to shoot her across the ring, but Shea locks onto Keira’s arm and pulls her to the mat, looking for the Wrath of Ireland submission hold, but Keira is able to get away, scurrying toward the corner as Shea turns and looks at her with a smile, motioning just how close she was to locking in the hold.}Terri Morasco: Close call for Keira. If Shea would have locked that in, it might have been over quickly. Vasco Dias: Both of these women are excellent in the technical area of the sport. Let’s see how they follow it up. {Keira stands and the two of them circle around once more, locking up in the center of the ring, neither getting a clear cut advantage as they struggle with one another. The lockup goes down and they roll under the bottom rope to the floor, Shea using her knowledge and edge in experience to break it up with a knee to the gut before bouncing Keira’s face off of the apron sending her stumbling around the steps at ringside. She turns just in time for Shea to run, stepping up on the middle step, and lunge toward her with a Diving Clothesline that takes the challenger down as Shea pops back up to her feet and riles up the crowd who cheer her on.}Terri Morasco: Shea seems to have learned from their last encounter and has the upper hand here. Vasco Dias: She’s taking the fight to the challenger as she now rolls her into the ring. {Shea follows Keira in and hooks the leg for the first pinfall attempt of the match but only gets a two before Keira is able to shoot her shoulder off the canvas. Shea though wastes no time, grabbing a hold of Keira and pulling her up to her feet, only to take her right back over with a Snap Suplex in the center of the ring. She’s quick to her feet, running to the ropes and coming back with a Senton Splash, quickly rolling over into the cover, again only getting a two count before Keira can kickout.}Terri Morasco: Shea hasn’t given Keira a chance to get out of the gate. Vasco Dias: Nor should she. I told you, Shea is different with that title on the line. {Shea grabs hold of Keira again by the head and pulls her toward the corner, climbing up to the middle rope, arousing the fans with a twirling of the arm before lunging off with a Tornado DDT, BUT KEIRA HOLDS ONTO THE TOP ROPE and Shea crashes to the mat.}Terri Morasco: The first counter. {Keira stumbles into the corner as Shea is up to a knee. Keira runs forward and pops Shea in the mouth with a Shining Wizard, scrambling over to her first cover of the match, but like Shea, it ends with a nearfall. Like Shea, Keira is no wasted motion, pulls her to her feet by her arm and hits her with a succession of Clotheslines, picking her up after each, but after the third, kicks Shea in the gut and lifts her into the air, only to drop her right on her head with a Brainbuster!
Keira hooks the leg…
ONE! TWO! NOOOOO!}Terri Morasco: Resilience shown by the champion after a powerful move by the challenger. Vasco Dias: And Keira can’t believe it. Terri Morasco: She’s trying to figure out her next move. {Keira sits up and looks over her shoulder at Shea who is clawing at the mat to get to the ropes and to her feet. Keira is slow to her feet as well, but seems to be stalking Shea who uses the ropes to pull herself up. Keira wraps her arms around Shea’s waist, looking for a German Suplex, but Shea is able to block it with a leg hook. Keira tries again, but Shea won’t let go of the top rope until she decides to pop Keira with a couple of elbows upside the head. Keira stumbles toward the center of the ring as Shea pulls herself up on the rope and Springboards off with a Side Kick right to the face of Keira. With Keira down near the corner, Shea climbs to the top turnbuckle, perhaps looking for the St. Patrick’s Parade! She lunges off the turnbuckle, KEIRA MOVES!
Shea crashes down hard on the mat, gasping for air while clutching at her midsection. Keira gathers her wits about her and pulls herself up to her feet. She stalks Shea who staggers to her feet, turning right into Keira who lifts her onto her shoulders…}Terri Morasco: SPIRIT BREAKER! {Keira flips Shea over...SHEA LANDS ON HER FEET!}Vasco Dias: WAIT A MINUTE! {Keira stands up, but it’s too late and eats a Straight Edge Superkick from the IWF Shieldmaiden! Shea jumps on the cover, hooking the leg...ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
The bell rings.}Terri Morasco: And the Shieldmaiden keeps her title! Vasco Dias: I told you not to sleep on her. Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL the IWF Shieldmaiden...SHEA...O’HAAAAARA!!! {Shea celebrates as Keira sits in the corner wondering what went wrong. She stands up and the two stare at one another before shaking hands again. Keira then leaves as Shea continues the celebration as we fade to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Let’s Take Bromance...to Hell”
---------------------------------------------------------- {"Rebirth" By Bone Thugz n Harmony hits the loudspeakers. The fans begin to erupt in a chorus of boos, as Xavier Cross steps out from behind the curtain. Smirking a bit, he looks around holding his hands out shrugging his shoulders. He gets to the edge of the ramp, before waving at the LED screen, as Mandi Matthews steps out, wearing a white dress. She winks at the crowd, giving her best princess wave as Cross bows his head to her, she takes his arm and the two begin to march down to the ring with grace. Cross lets go of her arm when they reach the ring apron, taking her hand helping her up the steps, before leaning on the ropes, opening it up letting his fiance enter the ring. Cross smiles a bit, as he wipes his boots on the apron motioning for a microphone, grabbing it from a tech guy, before leaping over the top rope.}Xavier Cross: "Ladies and Gentlemen, let me introduce you...to my lovely future wife...Mandi....Matthews!" {He motions to Mandi, showing her off like a trophy. She gets a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. Cross smirks a bit, as he begins to speak, but the crowd overpowers him with boos. He looks around for a moment, smirking, shaking his head laughing.}Xavier Cross: "Really? You still think I'm the bad guy? What, because I'm living the fantasy world you wish you could be in. Your best friend's hot wife, is lonely, is unloved...you swoop in and be the hero. You want to cheer for Steve Awesome, I'm sure you can stop by the hospital where they're fusing his spinal cord together. Y'know, after I dropped him on his fucking neck." {The fans rain down more boos.}Xavier Cross: "Oh...no, you didn't like that? It was an accident I swear, I was going for the move, and he didn't tuck his head. I swear if you want to put the blame on someone, put it on, Steve. Steve broke his own neck because HE CAN'T WRESTLE! Look let's be honest, we all know this is a tad bit fake, but we have to do things professional in the ring. Steve didn't do what he was supposed to. Just like his ruined relationship that I fixed, I did what I had to do...It's not my fault Steve is a fucking loser who gets what he deserves. But no, you're gonna boo me. You're gonna complain on your message boards, go home, get on your computer log into your favorite 'e-wrestling federation' and pretend to be half the fucking superstar I am. I know you're out there you nerds, using my picture, naming yourself something dumb, coming up with stupid moves, fighting over who's face who's heel...but simply put, you couldn't hang with me, and Steve Awesome can't hang with me. Any day of the week, in the ring, in the streets, from heaven to hell, or just ask Mandi, from the ballroom to the bedroom. I AM THE NEW FACE! I am the Face of the DisenFranchised." {The fans begin to grow quiet as Cross begins to turn more aggressive.}Xavier Cross: "Steve Awesome is one of the many cancers of professional wrestling. You see I've been pointing out facts for weeks now. Showing you examples, showing Steve examples of why he is cancer. But you ignorant fools keep cheering for him. I've now come to the conclusion that most wrestling fans are mentally disabled. These are more facts, so sit on your hands and shut your goddamn mouth. I am Xavier Cross, I am the creator of the Council, and I am the Genesis of a revolution of Imperial Wrestling, and wrestling all over the globe. Steve Awesome doesn't deserve your love, or admiration, or even your cheers. You know why? Because just like Mandi, he only loves you when it's convenient. He isn't a hard worker, he's a goddamn part-timer, has been forever. But you gotta admit, his gag reflex is world class. I mean, if Steve ever wakes up after his surgery, we can ask him who's cock when deeper, Leonard Fox or Roberto Verona. It's easy to be the Face of the Franchise, when backstage, you are the face of the money shot. You self-righteous piece of shit. But here we are Steve, here we are fans. You want to keep cheering for that kind of person, you are gonna be the extinction of professional wrestling. You are going to cheer for guys like Steve like you do the true bearers of this business like Andrew Jacobsen, you're spitting in Andrew's face. You make me sick, all of you!" IWF Fans: "FUCK YOU CROSS! FUCK YOU CROSS! FUCK YOU CROSS!" Xavier Cross: "Oh really? That's how you want to act well then-" {Mandi puts her hand on Xavier's chest calming him almost immediately, she takes the microphone before kissing his cheek. He steps off in the corner to cool off.}Mandi Matthews: "Ladies and gentlemen, you got my man all fired up, and as...sexy...as that is...We came out here, not to insult you...but to give you a special treat. You see, we've been debating back and forth the last couple of days...and Xavier and I...we just can't hold it back anymore. We are gonna get married, right here, right now." {She gets another mixed reaction from the crowd, as she spins around showing off her dress.}Mandi Matthews: "Luckily, we have ourselves an ordained minister only a few feet away, if you would Mr. Dias, would do Xavier and I the honor, and do me the greatest honor of making me...Mrs. Xavier Cross." {The camera flips to Vasco, who takes his headset off, nodding his head, smiling as he grabs a microphone and heads into the ring. Cross walks over, taking Mandi's hand, kissing it. Vasco climbs into the ring, looking at the two.}Vasco Dias: "I'll be honored to officiate this shotgun wedding." {Cross smiles a bit, taking the microphone from Mandi.}Xavier Cross: "However, we wanna do things a little different. I don't want to God mumbo jumbo, I get enough of those idiotic sermons watching this ridiculous Angel and Mason program. So how about, I look into your eyes Mandi and tell you how much I love you, you look into my eyes and tell me how much you love me, Vasco does the 'Do anyone see why these two shouldn't be married', and then I kiss you, pick you up, carry you out of this landfill of trash they call an arena, take you back to a classy hotel. You know, where most of these fans mother's are right now, changing sheets and cleaning rooms because they're pathetic and poor with no life skills. God, I'm ranting again....I'm sorry baby. Let's do this." Mandi Matthews: "Xavier, I think we told each other how much we loved each other last night, and if I remember correctly...you were saying Oh God alot...so, I think we can skip that part too baby. Let's just cut to the chase, Vasco?" Vasco Dias: "Well, this is unusual, but okay. Does anyone see why these two should not be married?" IWF Fans: Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo {"REGRETS.....I GOT MIIIINE" hits the loudspeakers, as the arena becomes unglued, Mandi and Cross immediately turn towards the ramp. Cross steps in front of Mandi, ready for a fight. The music keeps playing, as the fans are chanting for Steve Awesome, Cross looks around, keeping his hands up ready for anything, from anywhere. But he turns to the hard camera, a big smile on his face as he begins laughing, grabbing the microphone.}Xavier Cross: "You really think he was gonna be here...I killed Steve Awesome." {Cross holds out his arms, soaking in the boos as he turns into Vasco.}Vasco Dias: "Since no one has interrupted. I now pronounce you... {Feedback is heard from the loudspeakers, as the lights begin to flicker on and off. In a gravelly, growling voice, we hear 'Regrets...you'll have yours...." A massive pyro explosion illuminates the arena, as a spotlight hits the rafters of the arena. Steve Awesome, bruised and beaten is standing on the metal beams of the ceiling. He looks down. The gravelly, growling voice begins speaking.}Steve Awesome: "I said over...my...dead...body..." {Steve Awesome grabs onto a rope, as he propels down from the ceiling. Cross grabs Mandi quickly, as the two flee the ring, Cross lifts Mandi up, as the two begin to exit through the crowd quickly. Steve lands in the ring, grabbing the microphone from Vasco Dias.}Steve Awesome: "Xavier Cross, you talk too much. You want to take the love of my life, you wanna try to end my career. I said over my dead body, and I meant it. Xavier Cross, you want to kill me. Then be a man. October Revolution, I'm gonna drag you to Hell.....in a Cell... You want to kill the Face of the Franchise, I want to watch you burn. Even if I have to drag you down with my own...bare hands...Nothing else matters anymore Cross. You want to strip away the flash, the flair, the theatre of this. This isn't a fight anymore. This is a war Xavier Cross, and I swear on this. Mandi, you will see what I am made of, I am not gonna lay down and watch you ruin your life with that moron. Y'know he has a history of dead wife syndrome...I've been going back and forth trying to wrap my head around things. I love you, and I will always love you, but I'll kill this man before I ever let him marry you. So whaddya say Cross, let's take Bromance....to hell..." {Xavier shakes his head, making a very rude hand gesture, refusing as the couple makes their way out of the arena. To the backstage area. Steve looks around a bit, shoving the microphone in Vasco's chest. The ring posts explode in pyro as the lights go out once more when the rise back up, Steve is gone. We flip backstage quickly, where Willy Carter is standing with a shaken up Xavier Cross and Mandi Matthews. Cross's face is white.}Willy Carter: "Xavier, Mandi...what do you have to say?" {Mandi grabs the microphone from Willy, looking right into the camera.}Mandi Matthews: "Listen here Steve, you psycho, you really think we are afraid of you and your little match stipulation? Xavier can kick your ass any day of the week, and twice on holidays. I'll tell you what, if you think you can beat Xavier, I'll call the wedding off. But when my new man kicks your ass, I want you to leave me the hell alone. That means no more visiting your daughter, no more anything to do with us, Steve! Xavier Cross accepts your little Hell in a Cell revolution." {She drops the microphone, as she walks off camera. Xavier is wide-eyed looking around a bit, before she storms back in grabbing his arm dragging him away.}Willy Carter: "Well, that was my favorite microphone. You heard it here folks. Mandi Matthews has accepted Steve Awesome's challenge!" ----------------------------------------------------------
IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
Spike Kane vs Andrew Jacobsen
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It was a draw. |
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Well howdy there pardner.