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Post by Riley Gordon on Oct 18, 2017 4:59:46 GMT
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SINGLES MATCH
Charity vs Charity Crowne
---------------------------------------------------------- {We go to the ring, where Charity Helms is waiting mid-ring, cracking her neck as "Boogie Back" plays over the PA.}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, weighing in at 120 pounds, Charity! Terri Morasco: Charity set to make her IWF debut here tonight, and she has one hell of a mountain to climb if she wants to emerge victorious. Vasco Dias: I'm sorry, were you talking about Jane Smith? Because the only REAL Charity in this match is far from an IWF newbie. Pay attention! And for that matter, Alison Valance should be ashamed! ASHAMED! Terri Morasco: ...it's going to be a long night, isn't it? {"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.}Alison Valance: And her opponent, from Kensington, London, England, weighing in at 130 pounds, she is the Crowne Jewel, Charity Crowne! Terri Morasco: Charity Crowne had a successful, albeit controversial return two weeks ago against Fiona McFly. Can she keep the momentum going here tonight? Vasco Dias: Of course she can. And the only people making controversy about it are idiots. When the referee makes a decision, it's final. Their ruling stands, and no amount of whining on social media can change that. {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.}Terri Morasco: A battle of similarly-named stars here tonightâ Vasco Dias: LIES! Terri Morasco: âkicking us off here on Sacrifice. Let's get to the action! {The bell rings, and Crowne immediately walks out of her corner, talking a mountain of trash as she approaches her smaller opponent. The Englishwoman rears back, swinging a huge slap at her opponent, but Helms is quicker, ducking the arm and leaping to wrap Crowne up with a crucifix pin!
ONE! Crowne kicks out quickly, charging again into a quick solebutt! She doubles over, and Helms quickly leaps up and rolls across her back, yanking her into a schoolgirl pin!
ONE! Another kickout from Crowne, who flips backwards, landing on her elbows and knees! She shakes her head, dizzied, and Helms quickly darts forward, yanking her arms back and sliding her forward into a Gedo Clutch!
ONE! KICKOUT! Crowne rocks back on her knees, looking at her opponent incredulously and screaming "WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Helms, for her part, just shrugs, flashing a cheeky grin.}Terri Morasco: And Helms certainly showing off an impressive arsenal of pinning combinations, though they don't seem to have done much more than irritate Charity Crowne. Vasco Dias: That's because that impostor doesn't understand who she's in the ring with! This is the Crowne Jewel! Someone to be adored, admired! What does this ham-and-egg poutine nothing have, huh? What does she know next to the shrimp cocktail that is Charity Crowne? Terri Morasco: Such vehemence, Vasco. {Crowne gets to her feet, charging Helms again, only to be met with a bicycle kick! Crowne stumbles back into the ropes, and Helms looks to complete the SK SPECIAL with a Stunner! NO! Crowne pushes off! Helms stumbles back, but charges again...into a high back elbow which Crowne drives down into a backbreaker across her knee! Crowne shakes her head, taunting Helms, and leaps for a double knee drop, rolling through and moonsaulting into a second to complete the FLOOR ROUTINE REDUX! She hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Crowne pounds the mat, shouting at the referee "COUNT TO THREE, DO YOUR JOB!"}Terri Morasco: And Charity Crowne is getting rather vocal with the official relatively early here. Is that a smart call? Vasco Dias: The only way to fight corruption and incompetence is to expose it, Terri. I applaud her natural journalistic instincts. Terri Morasco: Are you high, Vasco?! Vasco Dias: Absolutely not! {Crowne hauls Helms up by the hair, but Helms is ready, firing off a quick European uppercut before arm-dragging her way free. Crowne bounces to her feet, dazed, and Helms hits the ropes, delivering a quick leaping leg lariat that takes the taller woman down to the canvas! Crowne crashes down near a corner, and Helms quickly runs to that corner, grabbing the top rope and leaping up to bounce back down with a split-legged moonsault!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Another show of explosive offense from Charity Helms, and it's starting to pay some more dividends. Vasco Dias: She can't keep throwing the little things. If you want to beat someone that's flawless, you need to go big or go home. {This time, Helms grabs onto the upwardly-thrust arm of Crowne, quickly maneuvering it into a wristlock! Crowne thrashes against the hold, trying to escape as Helms twists tighter on the hold. Crowne quickly cartwheels over and twists around the wristlock, but Helms rolls through and out, taunting Crowne as she slips free. Crowne growls, charging again, and Helms quickly leaps up and wraps her legs for a hurricanrana, looking for the RESURRECTION OF F! Crowne blocks, though, shaking her head...and pops Helms forward, spinning to catch her out of the air with the DIAMOND CUTTER! Crowne hooks the leg, grinning at the camera!
ONE! TWO! THREE! "Popular" hits the PA, and Crowne rocks back on her knees, looking very satisfied with herself.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Charity Crowne! Terri Morasco: One hell of a performance here from Charity Helms, but the Crowne Jewel takes one home yet again. Vasco Dias: You doubted?! You doubted, Terri. I'm not surprised. You're a jealous woman, incapable of understanding the good things in life. Whereas the REAL Charity in this match is simply... Terri Morasco: Let me guess, flawless? Vasco Dias: FLAWLESS! Terri Morasco: Ugh...in any event, a nice affair to kick off tonight's Sacrifice. Let's see what else we've got in store, eh? Vasco Dias: FLAAAAWLESS! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âOpen Debateâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {Sacrifice returns and we find Rachel Grimes standing at a desk in the middle of the ring. On both sides of her there is a podium. Sheâs dressed formally and the ring has a brown carpet placed on it.}Rachel Grimes: Hello everyone, Rachel Grimes here. Iâve been asked to moderate a challenge. A special challenge. Ladies and gentlemen this next match will be an official debate! Jayson Matthews laid down the challenge and apparently Lindsey Grawn has accepted! So without further adieu, let's bring them out. First up is IWF Invictus Champion! Jayson Matthews! {Perfect Mistake by 311 starts playing as IWF Jayson Matthews comes walking out onto the stage and down to the ring. The crowd cheer and Jayson high fives fans and kids before climbing into the ring. He takes a spot at the podium furthest away from the ramp.}Jayson Matthews: Thanks Rachel. Thanks for moderating this. This was my idea, I wanted a chance to deal with Lindsey Grawn and tell her what a poor excuse for a person she is, I don't understand how she can just call someone out based on the color of someone's skin! Why? Because some other guys are kneeling during the anthem? {Jayson shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.}Jayson Matthews: So what!? My girlfriend Sasha has nothing to do with any of that! I just wanted a chance to call Grawn a racist to her face here tonight but I requested this before she got beat up by Fiona McFlyâŚ.I honestly didn't expect her to be here tonight.â {Rachel Grimes shrugs her shoulders.}Rachel Grimes: Well sheâs not really here. Live via satelliteâŚ..Lindsey Grawn!! {Rachel points to the Imperitron where, on-screen, we find Lindsey Grawn lying down in a West Philadelphia hospital bed, flustered beyond belief and sporting a cast on her left arm from her recent tussle with Fiona McFly in the infamous Centralia compound. And she does NOT look too happy to see cameras in her face--at all.}Lindsey Grawn: Are yâall serious?! I mean...are yâall THAT fuckinâ serious!?! {We hear a small, cult-like contingent of Gilmore supporters cheer--but theyâre obviously drowned out by mostly boos and laughs.}Lindsey Grawn: Here I am, kicked off MY OWN podcast, Twitter, and all cooped up in some godforsaken hospital âcuz of what that Irish BIMBO did to me, and yâall gonna spring a debate on me!?! Câmon now...I thought yâall folks were too encapsulated into Harvey Weinsteinâs castinâ couch saga to leave well enough alone. That ainât cool now, ya hear?! {The fans continue to jeer, mainly due to the reference to the infamous movie mogulâs developing scandal.}Lindsey Grawn: But ya know somethinâ...since I AM, in fact, a double-major in Political Science and Criminal Justice from a highly liberal university, I can accommodate you. Iâll just make this here statement short and to the point...this whole situation with guys kneelinâ during the national anthem, or you Mr. Matthews smoochinâ a black gal on TV, ainât about race. It has NEVER BEEN about race. Itâs about respect for the good olâ American flag and for the folks who died protectinâ it AND our freedom! Itâs about respect for the Judeo-Christian family values that we, as Americans, hold into our hearts! Truth be told...we have KIDS that watch these IWF programs, and it makes me sick that this liberal society would rather glorify sex and teach our younginâs that itâs alright to lock lips in public. And it just makes me wanna PUKE, thatâs all. Nothinâ more, nothinâ less⌠{Jayson looks around the arena confused.}Jayson Matthews: Wow. I just kissed my girlfriend. No different then anything that Pan and Spike have done, or the Conways. Well except one little thingâŚ..I guess you are entitled to your opinion but I think it's terrible! Rachel Grimes: You guys both have interesting points, but I think the most important thing you brought up was opinions and the American Flag and the men that died for it. Which brings me to the first amendment. Freedom of speech. No matter your personal opinionâs,Do you think the other is using their freedom of speech properly?â {Lindsey perks up her left brow, gritting her teeth as she drinks from a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper.}Lindsey Grawn: First off, pfffft...what a loaded question. Then again, itâs one I CAN answer. Lemme do a lâil expandinâ on the First Amendment here...itâs more than just âfreedom of speechâ in my book. The coolest thing about havinâ said tenet on the books is that it gives us the right to fully EXPRESS ourselves, no matter what or how we do so--be it religious, political, etc. While most of us Americans wanna take that right to heart, and believe me, we ALL do...that also means we have the right to, say, turn the dad-gum TV off when somethinâ we donât like seeinâ appears on our screen. But we DONâT have the right to falsely accuse anyone of beinâ a racist just âcuz we donât agree with someone, and they donât have the right to shut someone like ME down just âcuz they disagree with me or my candidate, who was fined--if I recall--$250,000 for speakinâ his mind about another competitor with an offensive term, which IS, under the law, protected speech under the First Amendment. So with that in mind...while Mr. Matthews IS expressing himself freely, I was only warninâ him that people--especially parents with lâil ones who might be watchinâ this here program--might hit that âXâ on their browser and shut it down for the day. {Jayson just shakes his head.}Jayson Matthews: it was never my intention to offend anybody. It was just a touching moment captured by the TV cameras. Nothing that mommies and daddies wouldn't normally do in front of their own children, but if I offended anyone I'm truly sorry. I was hoping that maybe might be able to change their thoughts and not see something sleazy and provocative but maybe they could see that love could come from anywhere or any person and that if they aren't so close minded they might be able to see that.but you ask me if Lindsay Caraun is using her freedom of speech correctly well I honestly don't think anybody uses their freedom of speech correctly because I fee but you ask me if Lindsay Caraun is using her freedom of speech correctly well of course she is she's stating her opinion just like anyone is allowed to do. But my thought is if you're going to use freedom of speech to of course she is she's stating her opinion just like anyone is allowed to do. But my thought is if you're going to use freedom of speech to Single out my girlfriend for things that she's never done for no reason other than the color of her skin then I don't think you're using it correctly! If you can sit back and allowThe people that follow you on social media to rip into me and my girlfriend and claim freedom The people that follow you on social media to rip into me and my girlfriend and claim freedom of speech while they do it then I don't think they're using it correctly! Freedom of speech isn't a protection tool to say whatever you want to say to people and not have any consequences then I think you're using it incorrectly! In fact I think that makes you a coward because you're In fact I think that makes you a coward because you're afraid to back up those terrible things that you say! I was hoping Fiona McFly would've thought you were better lesson! {Lindsey ekes out a sly, evil smirk...then giggles, sticking out her tongue and wagging her right index finger.}Lindsey Grawn: PFFFFFFT...puh-leeze! We--me and my candidate James Gilmore--have ALWAYS prided ourselves in beinâ honest with you, the American people! In fact...James is the ONLY honest, lovinâ man that the Imperial Wrasslinâ Federation has left in its ranks! Dad-gummit, ya got a guy who pretends to be a hero yet would rather have ARMED GUARDS at his sanctuary school instead of fightinâ his own battles. You have another guy, who shall NOT be named, who attempted to MURDER my candidate yet he got away scot-free! And then...thereâs YOU, Jayson Matthews⌠{Miss Grawnâs smile grows even wider as the jeers continue.}Lindsey Grawn: Thatâs right...I called YOU out. After all this time of you thinkinâ you were sooooooo dad-gum righteous and soooooooo GAWL-DERN romantic...yâall canât say that no more. After all...you aligned yourself with a dishonest, FAKE cheater in Chris Card! Now howâs that for honesty, eh?! {The familiar drum fill leads into the crunching guitar riff and bluesy harmonica of âDC Sound Attack!â by Clutch. Chris Card, besuited as he tends to be when not dressed to wrestle makes his way out from the entrance area, very deliberately mouthing along to the words of the first verse of his music.}{âThe optics of it are not important,
The public donât give a damn,
I see youâre in need of consultation now,
Everybody needs a sinister hand.â}Chris Card: Well, well, well. Looks like somebody is all riled up over not very much. As per usual, might I add. Did I perhaps do something to offend you, Ms. Grawn? Did I hear right? Dishonest, fake cheater? Oooooooooo⌠{Card makes a face of mock offense}Chris Card: Well let me assure you, Ms. Grawn. Chris Card is not a dishonest, fake cheater. A dishonest, fake cheater would be someone who interfered in her chargeâs matches and then turned round and attempted to lecture somebody else on the subject. This would be deeply, deeply dishonest. What you are looking at here, eyes on the face ladies (and Ms. Grawn)... {Card chuckles}Chris Card: ...is a paragon of honesty. See, I never claimed for a second NOT to be a cheater. Be true to thine self. And that is truly the most honest a man can be. And spare me the lecture on moral absolutism, Ms. Grawn. Because as I told Olâ Hawky, they just wash over me. {Jayson looks at Card with a slight look of confusion on his face. Card merely smiles back at him â the infamous cracked gravestone smile of when things are unfolding as planned.}Chris Card: But this presents an important opportunity for Mr. Gilmore. Jayson Matthews really, deeply wants to get his hands on James Gilmore. But seeing as I am the rightful number one contender â after all I not only answered the challenge that was laid out but have been consistently defeating opponents to become what would officially, in the absence of Ulf Hednir, top of the contendership leaderboard. {Card pauses for a second and Lindsey opens her mouth as to speak but Card is very, very quick to interrupt before she gets a word out.}Chris Card: A lesser man would moan to the authorities as to how a man earns a title shot merely through insulting someoneâs partner. After all, they would theorize, were I to insult Andrew Jacobsenâs mother, would I instantly get a world title shot? Were I to strongly criticize Devlin Raineâs choice of dog, would I get a shot at the Man of Steel title? But Iâm not here to complain. I donât fear James Gilmore. I donât think he has what it takes to beat me. So what do you say to a little number one contenders match? Put Gilmore up against me. Put your money where your mouth is. After all, Iâm used to seeing large sums of money and youâre used to having an enormous mouth. {Lindsey takes the last swig out of her 12 oz. mini-bottle of soda and chucks it into a green recycling basket that features the message âGO GREEN FOR MEâ in white lettering.}Lindsey Grawn: Ohhhh cuddle-buns...wanna put somethinâ in my mouth, donât ya? {The fans laugh at the suggestive jab as Lindseyâs smile widens.}Lindsey Grawn: Tell yâall what...since Iâm in the rather -generous- mood, Iâll take that bet. But believe me sugar-pie...I do MORE than just charm folks into submission. Much, MUCH more than that... Chris Card: One final point. First amendment rights appear to be the issue of the day here. So let me tell you Lindsey. I agree with you. I agree that people have a right to use their freedom of speech how they choose. So I am going to use mine now. Every time you post on social media after your exile finishes, anyone who disagrees with you, any time they think youâre talking flagrant nonsense. Donât engage in debate. You might as well go punch a wall for all the good that will do. Simply follow my advice. Use your constitutionally protected right to free speech to say, âShut Up Lindsey.â #ShutUpLindsey. Nothing more. No engagement. No rebuttal. Just âShut Up Lindsey.â #ShutUpLindsey. Weâll get you trending, Ms Grawn. Isnât that what you always wanted? You get to trend. Gilmore gets one step closer to the title. {Card undoes his suit jacket, grabs a striped shirt that he had stashed underneath and throws it at Matthews.}Chris Card: He gets to ref. {Lindsey attempts to offer a rebuttal to Chris Cardâs proposal but barely gets a word out before the crowd catches on to what Chris Card has been saying and a rousing chant of âSHUT UP LIND-SEYâ breaks out. Card flashes a wicked grin at Jayson Matthews who is mildly surprised by this turn of events but eventually smiles back at Chris.}Terri Morasco: It looks like we have a match set for next week, folks! This is huge news. Vasco Dias: And REAL news! {The crowdâs âShut Up Lindseyâ chants subside just enough for Miss Grawn to get one final shot in.}Lindsey Grawn: Yâall can shut me up all yâall want to, but DAD-GUMMIT, it wonât change a gawl-dern thing! My candidate is MORE than capable of givinâ yâall the biggest hind-whuppinâ this side oâ the border. And oh, by the way...as I mentioned before, I can do much, MUCH MORE than just charm or seduce people⌠{Lindseyâs smile turned sinister, and she began to laugh seductively before snapping the fingers on her right hand. As if they were on cue, Rachel Grimes bolts as James Gilmore and his Secretary of Defense, Mikhail Federov, storm the stage and ambush Jayson Matthews and Chris Card from behind! Miss Grawnâs seductive laugh turns into a Satanic cackle as the Grand Olâ Patriots assault the other two men, putting the boots and fists into their noggins before the usual cadre of Redshirts and referees swoop into break up the fracas as we head to break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Muru vs Dejaun Dawson
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for a single fall⌠{The baseline for "Out Da Hood" hits and Dejaun Dawson emerges through the curtain bobbing his head. He stands at the top of the ramp looking out at the crowd holding his hand in front of his eyes like a visor before making his way towards the ring slapping hands with the fans along the way.}Alison Valance: From Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in at 286 pounds...DEJUAN...DAWSON! Terri Morasco: A newcomer here in the IWF. This is a big man, but Iâve been told that heâs quite agile for his size as well. Vasco Dias: A prospect for sure...letâs see what heâs got against a returning star here tonight. Alison Valance: And his opponent⌠{Up on the tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Handshakes To Fist Fights" by Devour The Day begins to play. Muru then walks out through the smoke and makes his way down the ramp. Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and then he slides into the ring. Once in the ring he gets to his feet and raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers.}Alison Valance: From Allen Park, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds...MURU! Terri Morasco: As you said Vasco, a returning star looking to see if heâs still got what it takes to hang with todayâs talent. Vasco Dias: He can talk...letâs see if he can continue to walk. Terri Morasco: Weâll see how he combats the size of Dawson. {The two look across the ring at one another as the bell rings. Dawson closes in on the smaller man who looks to use his speed to get out of the corner, but Dawson is able to grab him and shove him back into the turnbuckle. He goes to splatter Muru in the corner with a Clothesline, but Muru ducks and rolls out of the corner into the one across the ring. Dawson charges and again Muru ducks and this time Dejuan goes crashing into the corner. He stumbles back and Muru rolls him up, only getting a two count on the surprise pin before heâs turned inside out by a huge Clothesline from the big man who has emerged from the early offense.}Terri Morasco: He nearly took Muruâs head off. Vasco Dias: And thatâs what power does to speed and agility. {Dawson pulls Muru to his feet and lifts him up, throwing him into the corner again, driving a knee into the gut of Muru before taking a few steps back and splashing him in the corner. Muru stumbles out and the big man lifts him high into the air before slamming him to the mat with a Gorilla Press Slam.}Terri Morasco: That was some power there, lifting Muru with ease. Vasco Dias: Heâs got a sixty pound advantage on him. {He pulls him up again, lifting him almost directly into a Vertical Suplex position. He walks around with him, displaying his strength, but perhaps that slight delay was enough to give Muru a chance to bring his knee down a few times across the forehead of Dejuan before landing behind him. Muru charges the ropes and Dawson turns to get hit with a lunging Clothesline that staggers him. Muru runs to the ropes and does so again, again staggering the bigger man. Muru charges a third time and Dawson lifts his leg, going for a Big Boot, but Muru ducks, continuing his charge toward the ropes, and as Dejuan turns, Muru leaps in the air, connecting with a lunging Spinning Heel Kick to the face, finally knocking the big man down!}Terri Morasco: Heâs got him down! Vasco Dias: Now heâs going up. {Muru goes to the top rope, but Dawson is already up! Muru shakes his head but lunges with a Crossbody...BUT HEâS CAUGHT!}Vasco Dias: This doesnât look good. {Dawson throws him up on his shoulders, but Muru grabs hold of his head, twisting in the air and SPIKING HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A DDT!}Vasco Dias: A counter! Terri Morasco: And now heâs headed to the top rope! {Muru looks down at the fallen big man and lunges off the top rope with a MURU SPLASH!}Terri Morasco: HE HIT IT! Vasco Dias: The cover! {Muru hooks the big leg of DawsonâŚ
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...MUUUUURU! ----------------------------------------------------------
SIX DIAMONDS TAG TEAM MATCH
Vivienne Rodgers, Astrid Hall & Fiona McFly vs Kate Steele, Brooklyn Madrox & Pandora Freeman
---------------------------------------------------------- Terri Morasco: And now we have a six womenâs tag team match Vasco Dias: Between a bunch of children, nobodies, and Kate Steele. Yawn. {Monster by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.}Alison Valance: Making her way down to the ring, first of her team, weighing 110 pounds from Berkshire, EnglandâŚKATE STEELE! {Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd cheering her on. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.}Vasco Dias: The only person worth cheering for here. Terri Morasco: Pandora is a former Diamonds Champion! Vasco Dias: Former being the operative word. The moment she lost that belt I stopped caring. Terri Morasco: You have the attention span of â Vasco Dias: Jayson Matthews? Terri Morasco: Now you wonât even let me insult you. Vasco Dias: Iâm better at everything than you are, Terri. Just give in. âLa La-La-La La La-Laâ begins to play throughout the arena as the lights fade to black. âBitch, Iâm about to blow up!â {Spotlights flood the stage and Brooklyn saunters out from behind the curtain; her hat pulled low over her face, both hands gripping the brim. With a confident swagger, she steps to the top of the ramp and lifts her head up, a cocky smirk on her face â acknowledging the fans with a wink.}Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds ⌠BROOKLYN ⌠MAAAAADROX! {Brooklyn reaches ringside and makes her way up the steps, wiping her feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes and spinning her way, arms outstretched, to the center of the ring. She pulls her hat off and whips it into the crowd before backing herself into the corner to stretch against the ropes.}Terri Morasco: Brooklyn Madrox has a lot to prove out here tonight after a string of notable defeats, including at the hands of one of her opponents this evening. Vasco Dias: Well, she picked the right team for it, then. She can just sit back, relax, and watch Kate do all the heavy lifting. Alison Valance: And last but not least on the right side of the ring, weighing 160 pounds, from Hope Michigan⌠PANDORA FREEMAN! {The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glow sticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out from under stage Pandora rises lit up like a Christmas tree by UV , as light slowly bleeds back to the arena Pandora dances down to the ring, easily gracing movements as she hops up the apron and climbs in before gripping the top rope and arching back down to touch the ring mat with her head and leaves her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music as she encourages the crowd to move with her.}{As the three women all go to their corner there seems to be some not so subtle disagreements about who is going to start the match. After a moment it seems to be decided that Kate is not going to back down. Brooklyn and Pandora exchange a look but stand on the outside of the ring looking annoyed.}Terri Morasco: Pandora Freeman making a triumphant return after a short hiatus following the savage beating she endured at Freedom Fight Night. Vasco Dias: Dios, the Abyss Match. Iâd forgotten the Abyss Match. How dare you remind me! Terri Morasco: ⌠Regardless, it seems that sheâs made a perfect recovery! Alison Valance: And their opponentsâŚ. First coming down to the ring from Trondheim, Norway, weighing 185 pounds⌠ASTRID HALL! {The arena is filled with blue and green light as Immigrant Song begins to play, evoking colors of the sea or the forest. As the music intensifies, Lights shine down to reveal Astrid entering through the crowd, huge smile on her face as she descends towards the ring, carrying a viking-style shield as she approaches. She interacts with the crowd, laughing with them and allowing some of them to take selfies with her, giving high-fives and fist bumps all the way down. Her manager, Emma Danielson, walks behind her, smiling and interacting with the crowd as well, though not in as show-stealing a way. Before leaving the crowd, Astrid hands the shield to a young girl declaring âAnyone can be a hero - welcome to the Shield Wall, Sister!â. She leaps into the ring, pumped up and beaming after one last fist bump with Emma, jumping onto the ropes with a triumphant fist in the air taking in the crowdâs cheers before eventually settling into her corner, still brimming with energy.}Terri Morasco: And speaking of returns, Astrid Hall! Good to see the leader of the Shield Wall back in the ring at last! Vasco Dias: ⌠Uh⌠Terri Morasco: You okay, Vasco? Vasco Dias: I forgot how TALL she is!!! Alison Valance: Coming from both Northern Ireland and Texas, weighing 135 pounds FIONA MCFLY! {"I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphyâs 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: ⌠In a cast. Terri Morasco: ⌠At least you canât question her⌠um⌠bravery? Vasco Dias: IN. A. CAST. Alison Valance: And last to the ring, From Madison Wisconsin, weighing 140 pounds, VIVIENNE RODGERS! {The opening trumpets to Confident by Demi Lovato begin to play as the lights in the ring drop, leaving gold and green spotlights on the stage and ramp. The lights in the arena pulse with similar colors as the bass kicks in. Vivienne herself does not appear until the lyrics begin in Earnest, walking on from backstage with Ciara alongside her. Vivienne grins confidently as she raises a fist into the air on stage, holding the pose for a few seconds before stepping toward the ring, throwing a few punches and a kick as she begins to walk. She jumps up onto the apron, walking alongside the outer part of the ring before going in over the top rope, interacting with the crowd as she circles the inside of the ring. Ciara follows her in, circling opposite her and working to get the crowd psyched up for the match. She takes to the center of the ring as the chorus plays, raising her fists into the air before she and her manager share a high five before Vivienne settles into her corner as Ciara slips out to ringside next to Emma.}Vasco Dias: ⌠And now Iâm a diabetic. Terri Morasco: You just love ruining nice things, donât you Vasco? Vasco Dias: I never liked cinnamon rolls. Too much frosting. And cinnamon. And⌠joy. Alison Valance: The following six women tag team match is scheduled for one fall⌠Crowd: One Fall! Alison Valance: and is a six woman tag team match! {Viv waves at the other side of the ring in a friendly manner before Astrid shakes her head at her. The other three have a quick conversation before Astrid takes the position in the ring staring down Kate.}Ding, ding! Vasco Dias: Vivienne Rodgers needs to get her head in the game. Stop trying to make friends with everyone. Terri Morasco: Sheâs just a friendly kind of girl. {Kate and Astrid go for one another as soon as the bell rings. They grapple for a little bit before Kate hits a leg sweep, causing Astrid to lose her grip. Kate bounces back a little, jumping to hit Astrid with a spinning heel kick, Astrid walks back slightly. Kate makes a show to her side of the ring, as if to brag. While her back is turned Astrid Hits her with a SPEAR knocking her down.}Vasco Dias: HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO HER YOU NORDIC MONSTER!!! YOU DONâT DESERVE TO BLEED UPON THE DIRT UPON WHICH SHE WALKS, YOU - Terri Morasco: Good offense from Astrid hall. {Kate looks dazed but shakes her head. Astrid goes for the Pin.
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Kate throws herself up, shaking off Astrid. She tries to do a PELE KICK but Astrid counters with a SUPERMAN PUNCH. Kate walks backwards away from the taller women and Pandora reaches forward, tagging herself in.}Terri Morasco: ⌠So much for Kate winning this on her own. Vasco Dias: Pandora cheated. What a stupid move, she just lost her team the match. {Astrid and Pandora look at one another from across the ring. Astrid smiles and Pandora returns it, and Astrid strides forward holding out her hand for a respectful handshake. Pandora laughs and accepts the gesture before the two of them break off and circle one another. Pandora does a leg drop. Astrid goes for the WINTERâS GRIP but Pandora pulls a sidewalk slam counter. Astrid goes down. Just as Pandora is about to roll Astrid into a pin, Kate tags herself back in. Pandora is very cross.}Terri Morasco: Pandora does not look happy about Kateâs tactics this match. Vasco Dias: Pandora tagged herself in. Itâs only fair it goes both ways. Terri Morasco: Didnât you say it was cheating a moment ago? Vasco Dias: Shut up and watch the match, Terri. {Kate does a move on Astrid, pulling out a FLOAT OVER NECK BREAKER. Astrid falls to the mat. Kate looks over at Pandora and Brooklyn, smirking. Fiona reaches out with her good arm and Astrid makes the tag, rolling out of the ring.}Vasco Dias: And Astrid Hall sending the broken-handed bimbo to save her. Your hero, Shield Wall. {Fiona runs in, hitting Kate with a CHALLENGER knocking the smaller girl into the post. Fiona gets a couple kicks in before being pulled off. The ref tells Fiona to back off. Fiona walks backwards with a smile. Kate gets up and clearly playtime is done, she hits the Irish girl with a leg sweep knocking Fiona down. Kate walks over and grabs Fiona by her cast dragging her to her feet into a fujiwara armbar, causing Fiona to scream.}Terri Morasco: A vicious blow! Look at Kate wrenching Fionaâs injured wrist, I canât believe what Iâm seeing. Vasco Dias: RIP IT OFF, KATE!!! {Viv and Astrid exchange a look before Viv bounces into the ring to kick Kate in the back. Kate breaks the hold turning around to go after her but the Ref steps in to get Viv out of the ring. Kate yells at the Ref over him not seeing Viv enter. Fiona gets to her feet favoring her cast before a spinning wheel kick to the back of Kateâs head while sheâs distracted. Fiona goes for the pin.
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Fiona gets off of Kate. Kates looks pissed, she grabs Fiona and hits her with a brainbuster! Fiona struggles for a second and wobbles over to tag Viv in.}Terri Morasco: And Vivienne Rodgers joins the fray! Vasco Dias: Letâs just hope she doesnât get mirth all over everything. {Viv gets into the ring happily, waves happily at Kate when she turns around. Kate goes for a German suplex and hits Viv with it. Just as sheâs about to go for another one, Brooklyn tags herself in. Kate is pissed. She yells something at Brooklyn but is ignored by her teammate. Pandora looks amused.}Vasco Dias: And look! Brooklyn Madrox using the same dishonorable tactics as Pandora Freeman! Itâs a conspiracy to make Kate look bad! Terri Morasco: Who hurt you as a child? {Viv bounces slightly to see Brooklyn in the ring, she waves. Brooklyn rolls her eyes and goes for a European uppercut. Viv stumbles back. Brooklyn starts BLOW UP, hitting Viv again and again with flurry of forearm shots. Brooklyn smirks going for calf crusher which hits Viv right in the ankle. Viv winces through it, visibly hurt. Kate reaches forward trying to tag herself back in but Brooklyn steps back from her shaking her head. This is her moment, Kate can sit her ass out.}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn apparently has gotten such a taste for losing that she wants more. Terri Morasco: Oh, shut it, Vasco! Kate hogged the ring like it was the One Ring â if Brooklyn thinks she can take this fight, then she deserves to have her moment! {Brooklyn does some elbow strikes as Viv struggles to her feet. She makes a show of hitting Viv again and again. Ciara is shouting something from the sidelines but the mic doesnât pick up on it. Emma, grabs her by the shoulder, clearly telling the other manager to calm down.}Vasco Dias: Emma Danielson telling someone ELSE to calm down. This might have to be a first. {Brooklyn backs off slightly, smiling at her work. She goes for a suplex when Viv counters it into a belly to back suplex. Viv clearly picking up momentum going into a powerbomb, then another, then SLUMBER PARTY. Brooklyn tries to get out, tries to get to her side, reaches for Kate to get out, Kate takes her hand back with a scoff.}Terri Morasco: So much for Kate being here to show off in the ring. Vasco Dias: Brooklyn made her choice and can suffer the consequences. {Kate shrugs her shoulder, jumps off the apron and marches up the ramp, abandoning her team! Pandora is pissed. Brooklyn is pissed. Astrid says something to Fiona who is still favoring her wrist before jumping off the side and following after Kate, clearly intent on dragging her back to the ring.}Vasco Dias: Let her go, these two arenât worth the time and energy of Kateâs attention or presence. Terri Morasco: ⌠I think Astridâs going to murder her on the ramp. {While Brooklyn is distracted by her teammateâs abandonment, Viv manages to pull off a TIK TOK! Brooklyn rolls on the mat. Viv goes for the cover.}1.. 2⌠3! DING DING! {Confident by Demi Lovato begins to play as Fiona gleefully joins Vivienne in the ring, the two women holding their hands victoriously in the air as Astrid drives Kate into the steel ramp with the MJOLNIR in the background! Pandora slips in the ring and shakes Vivienneâs hand on a job well done.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, Vivienne Rodgers, Fiona McFly, and Astrid Hall! Terri Morasco: A huge win for these ladies here tonight! Vasco Dias: What a terrible finish. Theyâd have won if theyâd just let Kate work! Terri Morasco: Whatever you say, Vasco. {Viv helps Brooklyn off the mat and makes sure sheâs okay. Brooklyn reluctantly takes the help before being helped out of the ring by Pandora.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âHangmanâs Cage...â
---------------------------------------------------------- {âThe War Isn't Over Yetâ by Eye Empire blasts from the PA bringing the crowd to their feet as Mason St. Croix, dressed in street clothes and carrying a rope with a noose tied at the end, emerges through the curtain. Mason makes his way towards the ring, the lingering signs of his Compound Match with Angel Blake all over his face. Once he reaches the ring he demands a microphone and takes the center.}Mason St. Croix: Cut the music! And Vasco Dias shut your mouth! {The crowd cheers loudly at the Vasco remark but slowly dies down.}Vasco Dias: I hadn't even said anything yet! Terri Morasco: You were going to. {St. Croix looks around angrily holding a noose in his hand.}Mason St. Croix: Angel Blake! Our war has been one built on vengeance and violence but last week you turned the corner and you made it personal. Mark my words, that was the single biggest mistake of your entire life. I will not stop coming after you until I'm satisfied that you've been paid back for hanging my father last week on live TV! {The crowd pops at Mason's anger as he just glares toward the tron where Angel generally makes his threats.}Terri Morasco: I've never seen Mason St. Croix this enraged. Vasco Dias: He's not saying anything that the countless others that have fallen at the feet of GOD have said. Mason St. Croix: I knew that in order to even have the opportunity to face you again after being defeated at your Compound I had to raise the bar⌠I had to offer you the one match you can't refuse, I want to face you inside your Death Cage! {The crowd is shocked by this challenge as the Death Cage is an ominous and deadly match.}Terri Morasco: No, he can't do this, it's suicide. Vasco Dias: Even more of a reason! Mason St. Croix: But⌠since you're fond of hanging people let's raise the stakes. {He holds the noose up over his head.}Mason St. Croix: Let's hang eight, ten, hell maybe even twelve of these from that scaffolding and the only way to win is to hang your opponent. We'll call it The Hangmanâs Death Cage, what do you say Blake? Let's end this once and for all. {Mason throws the mic on the ground and waits for his answer as the crowd buzzes.}Terri Morasco: I don't believe this. Mason wants to step into Angel's signature match, the Death Cage! And he raised the bar! Vasco Dias: Mason is making the biggest mistake of his life! {The arena is suddenly plunged into darkness as the low tones of "Gateways" plays in the background. A pale face slowly comes into view on the tron as Angel smiles a terrible smile.}"I thought your loss in the compound was a sacrifice... I was mistaken... It is clear to me now what you wish for...What you are DYING for is a HOMICIDE...I will give you an answer to your challenge... My son... Next week... FACE to FACE... And you will not like the answer..."{Blake's face seems to almost glow.}"In fact... You will not LIVE to REGRET IT!"{Gateways cuts into Sail by Devildriver as flames erupt from the ring posts around Mason St. Croix but he doesn't even flinch as he keeps his eyes locked on Angel Blake.}Terri Morasco: Next week Angel Blake will answer the challenge of Mason St. Croix in person! Vasco Dias: St. Croix is biting off way more than he can chew.God is going to hang him like he hung his father! Terri Morasco: You and Blake hope so! {Eventually the image of Blake fades as Mason continues to seethe in the ring.} ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Rayne vs Helena Sawyer
---------------------------------------------------------- {Blood by In this Moment roars through out the arena as the crowd cheers. Rayne storms out from the back and through the curtain and stops on the center of the stage soaking in the cheers. Rayne looks around with a sly smirk before marching her way down to the ring. Rayne rolls right in under the bottom rope and jumps right to her feet before heading to the corner of the ring and throwing her arms up yelling out "The Boss Bitch is Here!"}Terri Morasco: Rayne has been undefeated in singles competition since returning to IWF! Vasco Dias: And with good reason, Terri, sheâs a force to be reckoned with but one has to wonder how much longer someone at her age can continue to perform at the IWF level? {The lights dim, and a series of twinkling blue lights begin to shine at the mouth of the entrance ramp as the intro of âBlueâ by The Birthday Massacre begins to play. As the crashing guitars kick in, the stage is bathed in flickering blue lights, and Helena Sawyer slowly walks out onto the stage, a lopsided grin on her face. She walks down the ramp, wearing a twisted smirk on her face. As she passes by the camera at the foot of the ramp, she snaps her jaws at the cameraman, giggling as she walks on and hops up onto the apron. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically, and turns to face the crowd, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal.}Terri Morasco: Helena Sawyer is coming off the biggest match of her career with a tough loss, you know she is looking to regain some momentum here tonight. Vasco Dias: Iâm not going to play favorites here, both of these women are great but Helena Sawyer has age and ability in her favor.Rayne has been out of the big leagues for a long time while Helena has been fighting in the trenches. Terri Morasco: Thatâs very true but Rayne doesnât look like sheâs lost a step at all, in fact she looks better than ever. {The referee calls for the bell and both women run into the center of the ring and start connecting with hay makers to the crowd delight. Helena is throwing closed fists, Rayne with open fists,neither one is backing down as the referee tries to get some form of control over the situation. Finally a right hand seems to stagger Helena as Rayne steps in with a jab/cross/hook/upper cut combo that cause Helena to stumble. Rayne charges after her with a running forearm smash that takes Sawyer off her feet!}Terri Morasco: Iâm not sure it was a smart move to try and take Rayne on straight up, sheâs been training in MMA in her spare time. Vasco Dias: So Rayne can throw a punch, anyone can, once Helena gets her hands on Rayne there wonât be any escape. {Helena clutches her jaw and smiles before pulling herself back up to her feet.Rayne tells her to bring it and Helena just smiles before charging Rayne, Rayne ducks the wild clothes line but turns right into the Athame back fist from Helena Sawyer. Sawyer moves right in and grabs Rayne for a Feral Lobotomy!!!Rayne clutches her back as she rolls away and tries to stand up but Helena show boats for a moment and waits for Rayne to stand.}Vasco Dias: What did I tell you!? Rayne can throw a punch but Helena is the younger, better wrestler. Terri Morasco: Itâs talent versus experience! {Helena turns her attention back to Rayne who is on her feet. Helena charges Rayne but Rayne explodes out of the corner of the ring with a Lou Thez press! Both women are up to their feet but Rayne hits a charging European upper cut that sends Helena into the ropes. Sawyer bounces off and right into a powerslam! Helena tries to get up but turns right into a BITCH BUSTER!!!}Terri Morasco: Sawyer is down with the Bitch Buster! Vasco Dias: That was a beautiful spine buster. {Rayne covers but only gets a two count. Rayne pushes herself back to her feet and pulls Helena up with her but Sawyer connects with a leaping knee. Helena grips Rayne around the waist and throws her into the corner of the ring with a release German suplex! Rayne lays there dazed as Helena comes in with a knee strike in the corner and then another and another and another! Helena pulls Rayne out of the corner and then connects with the Jump Scare!!Rayne is down and Sawyer covers but itâs another two count and a kick out.}Vasco Dias: Helena looks to have Rayneâs number. Terri Morasco: At the moment, yes but this match is far from over. {Helena pushes herself off of Rayne and gets back to her feet. Helena is goading Rayne to get back up who is very slow to her feet. Helena lets out a shriek and then charges Rayne who suddenly comes back to life and grabs Helena for a huge DEEP SIX!!! Helena is down and Rayne quickly hooks her leg and covers for the pin.ONE!TWO! KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: A deep six from Rayne but it wasnât enough! Vasco Dias: That was incredibly close but Helena is still in this! {Rayne gets back to her feet slowly and looks down on Helena.Rayne grabs Sawyer and pulls her up to her feet and sets Helena up for the Bitch Breaker but Helena pushes Rayne off and connects with the Athame across the jaw of Rayne and then grabs the Boss Bitch for the Dark Motherâs Blessing!!!Rayne is down and Helena covers. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!}Terri Morasco: Helena picked up the win here tonight! Vasco Dias: An impressive victory for Helena Sawyer. {Helena is up to her feet with the referee raising her hand. Rayne is up shortly later and the two women face off before Rayne offers her hand. Helena hesitates and then finally takes it as the two women shake. Rayne pulls Helena in and whispers something in her ear before patting her on the back and leaving the ring.}Terri Morasco: Rayne showing Helena Sawyer some respect here tonight. Vasco Dias: Real recognizes real and thatâs what we just witnessed. ----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Dean Harper & Devlin Raine vs Steve Awesome & Xavier Cross
---------------------------------------------------------- Vasco Dias: Weâre getting ready to watch the magnificence of Xavier Cross and the Brutality of Dean Harper In action tonight.. Terri Morasco: Hold on Vasco⌠Iâm getting word thereâs something going on in the backâŚHave we got a camera down down there? Vasco Dias: Roll it already! {The camera rolls as itâs obviously trying to keep up with a couple of shapes backstage, before a door smashes open and Xavier Cross and Steve Awesome come into shot exchanging punches even as they are tied up , the camera catches Dean Harper hair already little tussled holding a chair thatâs dented as he watches the two with a slight grin moving after as Cross and Awesome separate and Cross has to duck the incoming chair shot from Harper who seems to be relishing the opportunity to lay the hurt on Cross A security guy moves in to help and Dean batters him instead even as Awesome Grabs Dean to throw him away with a growl} Steve Awesome: Heâs mine! {Dean doesnât like that. Not one bit. So he takes the chair and smacks it across Awesomeâs back with a grin turning on Cross as they make their way towards the parking lot chair swinging left and right and Cross not really in a position to do anything but try to get out of Deanâs way before Dean himself is promptly tackled by Devlin Raine as Awesome pushes past the pair and Den is now trying to push Delvin off as they all brawl}Terri Morasco: This has broken down somebody call Security! Vasco Dias: Hell no! Let Darwinism sort them out! Terri Morasco: Vasco! {Cross has managed to reverse his fortunes a little and is now giving as good as he gets with awesome as Security is arriving meanwhile Devlin has gotten the upper hand against Harper and barrels him over the hood of a car before Dean gets up and Devlin has to Stop as a Car pulls to a stop right in front of him passenger door opening as Maxine Valentine rolls the window down to grin as Devlin who tries to grab the Pack woman holding onto the car and getting dragged for a few steps and getting bounced into another car as he has to let go whilst Cross and Awesome Finally get separated but security and the remainder of the roster too screaming bloody murder at each other}Vasco Dias: Dammit! Just as it was getting good. Looks like that match isnât happening. Terri Morasco: I think weâdâŚBetter go to a break. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âSign It!â
---------------------------------------------------------- {We come back from commercial break to Roberto Verona standing in the ring holding a black clip board in his hand. He smiles smugly as the crowd boos him and chants âASSHOLE!â but Verona pays them no mind.}Terri Morasco: Roberto Verona is out here tonight to sign the contract that makes his match with Cable Arcane at October Revolution official. If Cable Arcane defeats Roberto Verona then he will effectively be in charge of IWF for 30 days. Vasco Dias: If Cable wins, which he wonât because Roberto Verona wouldnât put something like his control of the company on the line without a fool proof plan. Terri Morasco: Iâm sure Roberto has a plan but you know what they say about plans, right? Vasco Dias: That God laughs at them but Angel Blake isnât involved in this match, Terri! Pay attention. Terri Morasco: Holy hell youâre an idiot. {Roberto Verona waits several more moments for the fans to get tired of their chants before finally preparing to speak.}Roberto Verona: Iâm out here tonight- {âYOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!â}Terri Morasco: The crowd here tonight is not happy to hear from Roberto Verona. Vasco Dias: Thatâs because theyâre a bunch of sheeple! All these people need to realize Roberto Verona is the hero we need! {Roberto lowers the mic again and waits with a smile until the chants die down.}Roberto Verona: Iâm out here tonight- {âWHAT!â}Roberto Verona: If you think I wonât cancel the rest of our scheduled matches for this evening and force you people to watch me clip my nails in the center of the ring then youâve got another thing coming! Vasco Dias: Heâs serious. Terri Morasco: Obviously. {The crowd boos some more but eventually calms down.}Roberto Verona: Thatâs better. Now I am out here tonight to make my match with Cable- {Roberto is cut off now by âLong live the Chiefâ as Cable Arcane comes out through the curtain in a Brooks Brothers three piece grey suit complete with an American flag scarf slung around his neck to a chorus of cheers.Roberto shakes his head as Cable makes his way down to the ring, stopping to slap a few hands and dish out a couple of âtwo sweetsâ to the ring side crowd before climbing into the ring.Cable comes face to face with Verona and is quickly handed his own microphone.}Cable Arcane: Just sign the damn contract! {The crowd pops but Verona just continues to smile.}Roberto Verona: Do you understand what this contract says? Cable Arcane: Yeah, I beat you and I do your job for 30 days. Roberto Verona: And do you know what my job entails? Cable Arcane: Screwing deserving competitors out of what theyâve earned!? Roberto Verona: Yes, to the feeble minded that is all I do but in actuality I keep the cogs of this great machine moving. I deal with both problems large and small, from complaining cry babies who canât handle a single loss to the egotistical madness of mad men. I personally sign every pay check, I personally look into every complaint, I personally over see every single facet of the promotion you think is out to get you. Without me there would not be an IWF. Are you ready to shoulder that responsibility? {Cable steps up to Roberto and the two are nose to nose.}Cable Arcane: All I care about is the part of the contract that says I can beat your ass without mercy and face no repercussions. Now sign it! {âSIGN THE CONTRACT!â}Roberto Verona: Have it your way. {Roberto drops the microphone and signs the contract he was holding in his other hand. Roberto then hands the contract to Cable who signs it as quickly as possible.}Cable Arcane: Now that we have that out of the way- {Cable drops the mic and the contract and scoops Verona up in a flash and lays him out with the MADE TO SUFFER!!!}Vasco Dias: That son of a bitch! Terri Morasco: That is a year plus of frustration coming out! Vasco Dias:Cable Arcane could be fired! Terri Morasco: Not according to the contract! {The crowd is alive with cheers as Cable stands over Roberto Verona and jaws off before raising his arms and the entire crowd cheers along with him âBEST IN THE WORLD!!!â}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs James Gilmore
---------------------------------------------------------- Ring Announcer Alison Valance: âThis next contest is scheduled for 1 fall with a 60-minute time limit.â {Cannons shooting jets of water blast high into the air as Digital Summer's "Playing the Saint" begins to play. A lone blue spotlight appears on-stage as James Gilmore steps in from behind the curtain, along with Lindsey Grawn in a Republican-red dress, sporting red, white, and blue all-American themed tights with matching boots and tassels and a T-shirt bearing the logo of his alma mater. Carrying his patriotic-themed surfboard with him, James passes through before sliding his longboard underneath the ring and hopping in to wait for his opponent.} Alison Valance: âIntroducing 1st, from Corpus Christi, Texas and weighing in at 190 poundsâŚ. Accompanied to the ringside area by Lindsay GrawnâŚ. Please welcome James Gilmore!â {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: âHis opponent, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 poundsâŚâŚ please welcome âThe Master of 1000 HoldsââŚ. âThe Wrestling Machineâ Nighthawk!â Terri Morasco: âAnd this is a very interesting contest. Nighthawk, perhaps the gameâs preeminent technician, taking on the best irritant and pest in the sport today, James Gilmore. But this match has its roots in an incident that took place as far back as May, Vasco.â Vasco Dias: âAs we all remember, Terri, James Gilmore threw a racial slur at Nighthawk. Unfortunately, before Nighthawk could avenge it, he suffered a knee injury in a match against Ryan Shane. He has been looking forward to this match, to this moment, since May.â {As the referee moves to check James Gilmore the crowd, cohesive in its absolute disgust for his antics, begins to chant âNighthawkâs going to kill you!â softly at first and then with ever-increasing force and volume until it literally begins shaking the rafters. Finding a foreign object in Gilmoreâs boots, namely a rolled-up length of steel chain, the referee warns James Gilmore about it and threatens an immediate disqualification if he finds anything else before ringing the bell, handing the chain to a ringside attendant who runs to the back with it. Ringing the bell quickly Nighthawk stands in the center of the ring with his hands on his hips, utter disgust for everything James Gilmore is radiating off him. Stepping out of the corner, walking up to the Chicagoan with cockiness, James mockingly extends his left arm out for a handshake only for Nighthawk to take it and grasp it tightly while slowly backing the Texan back into a neutral corner, causing both James Gilmore to demand both a break and a disqualification. Ignoring the referee Nighthawk steps back in the center of the ring and waits for James to step out of the corner, immediately blitzing him with a double-leg takedown before chaining himself right through into a cross-armbreaker attempt. Scrambling to get to the ropes James finally does and rolls to the floor where he immediately climbs up to the ring apron and berates the referee for not disqualifying Nighthawk immediately. Crawling underneath the ring and coming out the other side James Gilmore immediately hooks in a tight waistlock and tries to guide Nighthawk to the mat only for the âWrestling Machineâ to smoothly reverse that with a standing switch into a standing surfboard, quickly rolling that over into a crucifix pin that gets a quick 2-count which again sends James to the floor. Fuming on the floor in absolute rage at how he is being outwrestled James demands the referee disqualify Nighthawk, this time alleging he pulled the tights out of view of the referee. Flipping his long hair out of his face the âMaster of 1000 Holdsâ simply waits for Jamesâs latest temper tantrum to burn off.} Terri Morasco: âNighthawk, after that physical brawl he had with Angel Blake, is looking very sharp here in the early going.â Vasco Dias: âIf you are James Gilmore, the absolute last thing you want to do is lose control of your emotions. Nighthawk has made a career out of dismantling people who couldnât keep their wits about them.â {Fuming as he steps back in the ring James hauls off and slaps Nighthawk in the face, further baiting him by saying âYou donât have the balls to hit me backâ only to be absolutely trucked by a massive European uppercut to the jaw followed by machine-gun chops as James is backed up into the neutral corner before finally rolling out to the floor. Wincing, holding his chest which is already beginning to show signs of distress, James finally comes back into the ring only to find Nighthawk waiting for him in the middle of the ring with the look of disgust on his face having not yet faded in the slightest. And as soon as the Texan gets within range Nighthawk goes for a collar-and-elbow lockup as James pushes him back into the neutral corner before again demanding Nighthawkâs disqualification for some other unseen offense. Leaning in the corner, taking a moment to collect himself, Nighthawk again goes back for the collar-and-elbow tie-up and this time smoothly takes Jamesâs back and just calmly drops him to the mat. Getting up angrily James walks back into the center of the ring and looks for a knucklelock only for Nighthawk to take it and quickly transition into a wristlock as he begins to focus his attack on the left arm. Taking the wrist over Nighthawk begins to torque on the left arm only for James to kip up and move to the ropes to force a break of the hold, slapping Nighthawk in the face again who again returns fire with one of his own. Screaming across the ring that âWe can do this if thatâs what you wantâ James Gilmore walks into the center of the ring and slaps Nighthawk in the face who responds not with another slap but with a double-leg into a lightning-fast go behind and then a takedown where he immediately begins to fire a flurry of heavy forearms to the back of the head until the refereeâs count reaches 3. Pulling himself up to one knee James looks at the âWrestling Machineâ who merely grabs a hold of the exposed left arm and goes back to twisting on the wrist, placing his taped right hand on the shoulder of James to keep the arm stable while the wristlock does its damage. Turning the wristlock into a hammerlock Nighthawk opens up the hammerlock just enough to allow himself to place both boots inside the hammerlock and then uses that as the fulcrum for a bridging armbar on the other arm while still keeping the hammerlock applied as the crowd claps in appreciation for what theyâre seeing. Turning this modified sickle hold over into a three-quarter nelson Nighthawk again gets another 2-count as James tries to escape this hold and is finally able to by getting to the ropes. Grabbing a front headlock James canât help himself & again begins to taunt the crowd, taking his attention off Nighthawk just long enough for him to slip out of the front headlock and hit a deep armdrag from his knees that sends James to the floor. Chasing him out Nighthawk goes for a running superior football kick to the chest from the apron only for James to move out of the way on the attempt and then hit a DDT on the ring apron to the âMaster of 1000 Holds.â} Terri Morasco: âThis is James Gilmoreâs best chance to take over. The question is this: Has his arm been weakened too much for him to take advantage of it?â Vasco Dias: âIf youâre James Gilmore, this is when you have to keep the pressure on. The crowd canât matter. Getting under their skin canât matter. Winning this match has to be the absolute only thing heâs thinking about. Nighthawkâs too good to try and beat him with half-measures.â {Rolling Nighthawk back into the ring one-handed, wincing in pain as he enters the ring again, James hits a running knee drop and then goes for a quick cover. Getting a 2-count James pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and buries a hard knee into his abdomen followed by a textbook vertical suplex, quickly covering and getting another 2-count. Pulling him up to his feet James hits a knife-edge to the chest followed by a swinging neckbreaker and then a falling fistdrop for a 2-count. Fuming in rage, even kicking the bottom rope as the crowd chants âLetâs Go Nighthawkâ, James Gilmore picks the Chicagoan up and whips him into the ropes where he hits a gorgeous sleeperhold as he tries to put Nighthawk to sleep. Sinking it in tight James mockingly begins to chant âGo To Sleep Nighthawkâ as the âWrestling Machineâ struggles to get to the ropes. Scrambling desperately Nighthawk finally gets the ropes to force a break of the sleeper. Screaming in frustration James picks up the âWrestling Machineâ by his long hair and slaps him across the face before telling him to âJust Stay Downâ only to get caught with a waistlock right into an attempt at a Bolt from the Blue. Scrambling desperately to get out of trouble James hits a hard back elbow that staggers Nighthawk.} {Running his thumb across his throat as if the match is over James goes for the Nuclear Option only for Nighthawk to reverse out of it with a crucifix bomb right into a Hangmanâs Clutch. Squeezing tight on the hold until Jamesâs chest is almost completely off of the mat Nighthawk lets go of the hold when James taps out frantically.} Alison Valance: âThe winner of the matchâŚ. âThe Master of 1000 HoldsââŚâŚ âThe Wrestling Machineâ Nighthawk!â ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âResolution...â
---------------------------------------------------------- {The arena is full of people murming and discussing what has happened so far on the show tonight when suddenly itâs plunged into darkness, as the monks begin to chantâŚ.before the guitars and drums kick in.}âBROTHERS! MY BROTHERS! IS THIS ALL THAT WE ARE!? SISTERS! MY SISTERS! WEâVE BEENâŚ.CRUSHED BY THE FISTS OF GOD!â {A pyro explodes around the stage as Spike Kane walks through the curtain, dressed in jeans, skate shoes, his new Spike Kane t-shirt available at IWF.com, and a leather sleeveless InFamous jacket. He heads right to the ring, rolling under the ropes and asks for the microphone, standing in the center of the ring for a moment as he waits for the crowd to die down.}Vasco Dias: What? Heâs not scheduled to be here tonight. Terri Morasco: Last week Spike Kane and Andrew Jacobsen wrestled to a time limit draw over the Imperial Championship, but neither man is booked to appear tonight. {Spike looks out at the hard camera, a serious look on his face.}Spike Kane: You all know meâŚ.you know exactly who I am. I am not a good guy, Iâm not a white hat. I donât tow the company line, and Iâve never been Bertieâs chosen either. Iâm an outcast, and I always have been. Someone the higher ups tend to look past, the kind of person who doesnât get to go and appear on Good Morning America, the kind of person who tends to get forgotten⌠{Spike pauses for a moment to let the call back hang in the air, it draws a small pop from the crowd.}Spike Kane: Iâm a different breed, and because of that? I attract those different people from all over the world. The outcasts, the people that you shun, those who donât fit your social normsâŚ.they follow me, because they see something of me in themselves. That is how Iâve been from day one, and itâs how Iâll always be going forward. A few weeks ago I tried to change that, I tried to be somebody else...and I failed miserablyâŚ.last week? I was myself. I brought Spike Kane to the ringâŚ..but it still wasnât enough. I am not standing before you today the Imperial Champion, and it burns me up inside. {Spike looks down at the floor for a second, clearly the fact he didnât beat Andrew is actually bothering him.}Spike Kane: Yet at the same time, I wasnât put down eitherâŚ..I showed the world that when I put everything aside? When I just allow myself to be myself? âŚ.I donât crumbleâŚ.Iâm not so easily defea- {Just then âUnbreakableâ hits the PA system, and Spike turns with a flash to glare at the stage, his fists balling, the crowd are going nuts. Andrew Jacobsen walks through the curtains, North Star Rising T-shirt on full display and Imperial Championship belt over his shoulder. He twirls a microphone between his fingers, shaking his head and looking down the ramp towards Spike. Andrew slowly begins to advance on the ring, speaking without breaking his gaze.}Andrew Jacobsen: Hate to interrupt you, Spike...but youâre right. You didnât beat me. And I didnât beat you. And if you think for a single moment that that hasnât eaten me alive just as much as itâs eating at you, then I have to ask what kind of a man you think I am. {The crowd roars for this, but Andrew gestures for them to be quiet with his free hand, continuing to advance on Spike and the ring.}Andrew Jacobsen: Way I see it, you and I have unfinished business. The kind that needs to be settled properly, on the big stage. Now, I talked to some people backstage, made a few calls, and it turns out Iâve got just enough goodwill built up right now that I was able to offer a suggestion for my opponent at October Revolution. So I took that goodwill and I gave them the bottom line: itâs you, Spike. Itâs you and me. One. More. Time. {As the crowd roar at Andrews words, a smirk spreads across Spikeâs face, his eyes showing a bright glint in them.}Spike Kane: Well isnât that just wonderful. Captain America comes to give me a gift, right? Youâre not wrong Andrew...itâs eating me up, but you know what? I donât want a repeatâŚ.I donât want another draw, I donât want more unfinished business. You and I? Weâve lit this company up for the better part of a yearâŚ.so I have an idea. You went a full sixty with the âWrestling Machineâ right? It didnât exactly take me that long to break him back down againâŚ.so tell me Champ, do you have what it takes to go sixty minutes with the God of Xtreme in an Iron Man Match! {Spike leans over the ropes as he shouts the stipulation towards Andrew, a look of madness in his eyes. The crowd are going absolutely ballistic. Andrewâs nostrils had already flared at the mention of Nighthawk, and as Spike shouts the stipulation Andrew picks up his pace, shouting into the microphone.}Andrew Jacobsen: Do I have what it takes?! You really want to ask that question, Spike?! Do I have what it takes to go an hour with you?! {Andrew picks up speed again, a certain madcap glint entering his own eye, and it becomes clear he has no intention of slowing down. Spike takes a few steps back from the ropes, just enough room for Andrew to slide under and stand right back up, eye to eye with the God of Xtreme. Andrew barks into the microphone, having refused to move his gaze from Spikeâs eyes the entire time.}Andrew Jacobsen: I guess youâre going to find out firsthand, arenât you?! You and me! October Revolution! Iron Man Match! ITâS ON! {The crowd erupts again at peak volume, and even the camera is shaking slightly from the sheer volume in the arena. Andrew holds Spikeâs gaze, and an uncharacteristic smirk crosses his own face as he lowers his voice again.}Andrew Jacobsen: I guess you can consider this my wedding present. {The crowd lets out a massive gasp of surprise, and Spikeâs eyes flare wide. He immediately drops his microphone, teeing off on Andrew with a flurry of punches! Andrewâs mic drops half a second after Spikeâs, and the two men quickly begin to exchange blows in the center of the ring, the crowd roaring with bloodlust as the two men swing with reckless abandon!}Terri Morasco: What in the hell?! Spikeâs clearly under Andrewâs skin here! I canât think of anything else that would have drawn that kind of comment from the Imperial Champion, and now theyâre pounding the hell out of each other! Someone get down here and stop this! Vasco Dias: Thereâs your Boy Scout, Terri! Bringing Spikeâs wife into this! What a gutless coward! Terri Morasco: Spike HAD to know this would happen! He twisted the knife of what he had done to Andrewâs friend and mentor, and he HAD to know Andrew would be incensed! I donât know if he expected that out of him, I know I certainly didnât! {Spike wins out in the striking exchange, grabbing Andrew by the back of the head and flinging him into the turnbuckle! Spike continues to wail away on Andrew, shouting obscenities down at him, but Andrew seizes an opening and throws a vicious headbutt up, stunning Spike for a second! As he stumbles back, Andrew braces against the turnbuckles, charging out and spearing Spike to the mat! Andrew starts to rain forearms down into Spikeâs face, screaming back at him, but Spike spins out and flips the mount over, arrowing punches back into Andrewâs forehead. The two exchange position a few more times before an army of security rushes the ring, pulling the two men off of each other.}Terri Morasco: Finally, some order here. Thank God⌠Vasco Dias: COWARDS! LET THEM FIGHT, I SAY! LET THEM FIGHT! {As theyâre being pulled apart, though, Spike rears his head back, thrusting forward and letting a glob of bloody spit fly straight into Andrewâs face! Andrew wipes his face clean as Spike laughs at him, and with another surge of energy he leaps forward to attack Spike! Spike struggles free as well, having anticipated this, and the two men exchange a few more blows before the security forces surge forth and pull them back again. Both Spike and Andrew are exchanging heated words from behind their respective black-uniformed walls, and just as it looks like theyâre ready to charge forward again, Sarah Cavanaugh walks out onto the ramp, her own microphone in hand as she shouts at both men.}Sarah Cavanaugh: Gentlemen! GENTLEMEN! Unless you want to spend October Revolution at home, I suggest you calm down and listen to me! {Both men turn their heads towards the stage, expressions bearing confusion. Sarah clears her throat, continuing with a stern tone of voice.}Sarah Cavanaugh: As you all know, I take my position as head of IWF Medical VERY seriously. I donât enjoy being unable to clear members of the roster to compete, but if you two keep going at it like this...well, our examinations are very in-depth. Iâd hate to find something that would jeopardize either of your well-beings should it become aggravated during a match. {The fans boo, as they realize exactly whatâs going on. Andrew shakes his head in disdain, while Spike outright shouts âBULLSHIT!â Undeterred, Sarah keeps speaking over the crowdâs objections.}Sarah Cavanaugh: Therefore, gentlemen, I suggest you allow the men in the ring to escort you to the back. And if I receive word that thereâs been any...unsanctioned physical altercations between you two, rest assured, there WILL be consequences. Thank you. {With that, Sarah turns on her heel and walks backstage. The two security teams continue to keep the men in the ring separated, Andrewâs cold glare contrasting with Spikeâs manic grin.}Terri Morasco: My God, I didnât think these two could get more vicious than theyâve been in the past, but I think weâve found a new high. Low? I donât know, but itâs brutal to watch. Vasco Dias: I canât wait for October Revolution now. Paint the town red, gentlemen! Itâll be a sight to see! {The camera pans between the two men as the IWF and Sacrifice logos appear on the screen and we fade out.} |
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Well howdy there pardner.