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Post by Riley Gordon on Nov 1, 2017 5:26:18 GMT
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! {Mr. Happy by ICP hits the pa. Mr. Happy comes dancing out onto the stage shaking bottles of Root Beer Faygo. He shakes one then sends it flying off the ramp and into the crowd like a soda rocket.}Alison Valance: Introducing first weighing three hundred and twenty pounds, from Detroit, Michigan...Mr. Happy!!! {The other he rips open and spills all over his face and mouth before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring.}Terri Morasco: Mr. Happy is coming off a victory over IWF newcomer Dejaun Dawson last week at Sacrifice. Happy winning matches is a rare sight. Vasco Dias: The fact that he picked up a victory over Dawson shows that the kid isn’t ready for the big time. Terri Morasco: I think you’re wrong Vasco. I’m not the only one either. {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. Dejaun Dawson walks along side him.}Alison Valance: His opponent, weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds, from Allen Park, Michigan...Muru!!! {On the way to the ring the two men slap the hands of a few fans. Muru slides into the ring while Dawson takes his place in Muru’s corner..Once in the ring Muru gets to his feet and raises his hands to the air as the crowd cheers.}Terri Morasco: Muru is one of the biggest supporters of Dejaun Dawson. He asked for this match as a way to show him the ropes. Not all veterans would take the time to do that. Vasco Dias: If I were Muru I would worry about myself. He’s trying to make a comeback. He doesn’t need the weight of extra baggage like Dawson. {Inside the ring the referee signals for the bell to start the match.}DING DING DING {The bell rings and the two men circle each other before locking up. Muru uses his speed to go behind Happy with a waist lock. Mr. Happy tries to break the hold with some elbows but Muru is able to duck them.}Terri Morasco: That last elbow attempt by Happy spins him around and he's facing Muru. A kneeling jawbreaker has the clown reeling. Vasco Dias: Happy might want to check and see if he has all his teeth. Then again are teeth that important when your diet consists of nothing but Faygo? {While Happy is grabbing at his face Muru stays on the attacks and hits a russian leg sweep. He then goes for a quick pin and hooks the leg.}1… 2 Terri Morasco: Muru looking to end this one early but Mr. Happy is able to kick out. Vasco Dias: This is the IWF. It's going to take more than that to even keep a clown down. {Both men are getting to their feet and Muru tries to whip Happy into the ropes. The bigger man blocks it and sends Muru into the ropes instead. Happy goes for a clothesline but Muru ducks it. When he gets to the opposite ropes he springboards off the middle one.}Terri Morasco: Muru just got caught in a bear hug by Mr. Happy! Vasco Dias: He calls that the Big Hug. I know I wouldn't want to be caught in it. {In the middle of the ring Muru fights to break free of his opponent's grasp. Sensing he is about to break the hold, Mr. Happy slams him into the turnbuckle.}Terri Morasco: Muru is trapped in the corner and Happy just hit a running splash. Vasco Dias: The dazed Muru just fell out of the corner and the clown goes for the cover. 1… 2.. Terri Morasco: Muru is able to get his shoulder up. Dejaun Dawson is pounding the mat in support of him. Vasco Dias: I didn't take Dawson as the cheerleader type. {Mr. Happy pleads with the referee for a moment before turning his attention back to Muru. As he pulls Muru to his feet, he fights back with forearms to the midsection. This is followed up by a dropkick to the knee and then a bulldog.}Terri Morasco: Muru hitting moves in rapid succession. Another attempt at a springboard move and he connects. Vasco Dias: He calls that the Knee to Nose Basis and it looks like he smeared Mr. Happy’s face paint. 1… 2… 3.. Vasco Dias: Another kick out by Happy! {Muru can't believe that wasn't enough and he pulls Happy to his feet. He tries for a suplex but can't get the bigger man over. Mr. Happy counters with shots the kidneys of Muru which break the hold. He then grabs a hold of Muru.}Terri Morasco: Mr. Happy just planted Muru into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. He's now making his way to the top rope. Vasco Dias: It looks like Muru might not be the teacher he thinks he is. {Mr. Happy leaps off the top rope with his version of a shooting star press.}Terri Morasco: The Mr. Happy Go Round misses! Muru still had enough quickness to avoid what could have been the end. Vasco Dias: It could have been luck. I'm pretty sure I heard Dejaun Dawson yelling for him to get out of the way. {Muru is now back to his feet and hits a swinging neckbreaker on Mr. Happy, who was struggling to get to his feet. From there Muru gets to the top turnbuckle in a hurry.}Terri Morasco: Muru Splash! This one could be over. Vasco Dias: I'd be more than alright with that. 1… 2… 3!!! DING DING DING Alison Valance: The winner of the match by pinfall...Muru!!! {Muru’s music begins to play and Dejaun Dawson joins him in the ring to celebrate. The two men fist pump and then Dawson raises Muru’s arm into the air.}Terri Morasco: It might not have been as easy as expected but Muru picks up the victory here tonight. We'll have to wait and see if Dejaun Dawson learned a thing or two. Vasco Dias: I learned something tonight Terri. In a match between a has been and a clown, there are no real winners. ---------------------------------------------------------- SEGMENT ”Get What I Want...” ---------------------------------------------------------- {The crowd seems to be super excited as they are awaiting in anticipation to see what will happen next with October Revolution.}Terri Morasco: What a great night it has been already. I am not annoyed the wrestling has been top notch and it can only get better. Vasco Dias: I have to agree. Really great October Pay Per View that IWF has put together. {Before they could say anything else that is when the loud sounds of I’m coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all over the PA system. As soon as it does we are able to see Crystal Hilton making her way down to the ring. The fans erupt into loud cheers as she slowly walks down the aisle and slaps the hands of the fans that are cheering her on.}Vasco Dias: Or maybe it’s gonna get worse. Terri Morasco: Give her a chance… We haven’t seen Crystal Hilton in close to a month, and she’s right here on Pay Per View. {Crystal slides into the ring as she runs her fingers through her hair to the delight of her photographers. She smiles as she immediately calls for a microphone.}Crystal Hilton: What’s up Pittsburgh!!!!!!! I know it’s been awhile… I was supposed to have Rayne’s back but I failed at that but tonight I have some good news. I am back… It’s honestly been a rough year. To be bluntly I have been feeling empty inside. My husband Jonathan was practically invisible in my life. He wasn’t around. I have been working hard and the divorce got finalized. So I stand before you all now as Crystal Hilton once again, and it’s time to get back to the basics!!!! Terri Morasco: Good for her! Vasco Dias: Nobody cares! {Crystal smiles as she nods her head as she speaks again.}Crystal Hilton: I have found a beautiful woman that I love dearly and she’s bringing the best out in me. I feel like I am ready to wrestle my heart out for all you. So as soon as the company puts me on a show you will see that I will be more determined than ever to come out here and finally conquer that dream of becoming the Diamonds C…. {Before she could finish that is when we see someone hoping through the crowd. It’s none other than Kate Steele. She attacks Crystal from behind with a chair. The crowd is booing loudly as she attacks Crystal over and over again. She beats her down badly that officials have to come down and yank the chair away. They stand in between as a referee throws an X up and people come down to help Crystal. Kate just smiles as she picks up a microphone off of the ground.}Kate Steele: Don’t worry Terri… I am here to save the show! The reality is no one cares CHRISTINA!!!! What is more important is why am I not BOOKED!!! Is it because I lost to that cheating ass GABRIELA LUNA who is trying to steal my THUNDER as the smallest woman on the roster?! What the hell has gotten into IWF that they are allowing worthless cunts like Fiona Mcfly actually get a Diamonds Championship match?! What has she ever accomplished in this company besides getting beaten by me?! {Kate takes a deep breath as she shakes her head in disgust.}Kate Steele: I am tired of the filth ascending to the top. People fangirling over people like Keira… Backstabbing friends like Shea who don’t wish to claim me as a friend… Worthless hacks like Brooklyn who want to be relevant all of a sudden, and the worst is people like Astrid who want to spew my name out of their mouth. Woman like Pandora who want to do the multi colour hair thing AFTER I DID IT FIRST! For now on I will get my respect. I will be on these shows and if I get left off another show.I will keep taking out Diamond after Diamond in sneak attacks until I bloody get what’s mine. I am Kate Steele… and the biggest of things comes in the smallest of all packages. See you all soon! {The crowd boos louder as Kate pushes the referees aside and begins to jump Crystal over and over again. She smiles raising her hands to even more boos as she walks away.}Vasco Dias: “This has been one of the most hate fueled feuds in the history of the business, a classic story of best friends turning against one another. Add the mix of love in there, and this has created one of the most dangerous love triangles in wrestling. Let’s take a look at how this came to be...Steve Awesome versus Xavier Cross.” {The opening guitar rift of Johnny Cash’s cover of ‘Hurt’ begins to play, the screen is split in half, as we see images of Xavier Cross and Steve Awesome mirrored, both lifting their heads up getting ready for something. Flashes of their past, mostly backstage or out of the arena shenanginz. Drinking at the bar, playing ribs on the boys backstage. Having a good time. When we hear the echoing words of Cash ‘But I remember, everything….’ we see the clip from before the feud really kicked off, of Steve saving Cross, wordless backstage where Cross offers Steve a spot on the council. ‘What Have I Become...my sweetest friend.’ we see the infamous clip of Xavier and Mandi for the first time surrounded by the former Council stable. The music cuts quickly, as the camera focuses on Steve standing in a shocked silence. The silence is filled by another Johnny Cash melody, ‘God’s gonna cut you down’ as we see mashed up clips of Xavier and Steve tearing each other apart over the last few months. The last images we see as we hear Cash utter ‘Sooner or later god will cut you down…’ are the same split screen, one is Xavier being proposed to by Mandi, the opposite side is Steve with his hand of Cari Cross’s grave.}Vasco Dias: “There is a lot of hate, and a lot of passion here...I’m actually finding myself just as nervous as I am excited.” Terri Morasco: “Xavier has had the upper hand this entire feud, but it seems that Steve is playing his own mind games now. The predator and prey roles have been reversed. But the biggest question, what role with Mandi Matthews play in this?” Vasco Dias: “Hopefully she is going to stay clear, because this is a game of chicken between these two, and we are only going to see a car accident.” {The lights slowly grow dim, the big screen illuminates with the words ‘Awesome’ the fans get on their feet, screaming in excitement. “REGREEEETS! I’ve GOT MIIINEEE!” The fans are going insane again, as Steve Awesome steps out from behind the curtain, he stops for a moment, lowering his aviators he looks around at the crowd, as he stretches his wrist making his way down the ramp. Steve walks around the ring, looking up at the cell. Sitting atop the russian announce table, Steve takes his aviators and jacket off. Taking a deep breath, he pushes his hair back as he slides into ring. Flexing in a trademark pose, the pyro explodes from behind him. Steve turns, going into his corner, salivating waiting for Xavier Cross.}Terri Morasco: “Steve Awesome has made a name for himself as a competitor, but also a funny guy. He’s a fairly relaxed fellow, and I think that lately, that part has taken over...but I haven’t seen Steve this focused, this serious, in years.” Vasco Dias: “Xavier Cross has awoken a force he cannot handle, and that is the Face of the Franchise, Steve Awesome.” {The lights grow dim a bit, as blue and white spot lights crawl through the crowd. ‘Rebirth’ by Bone Thugz begins playing, as Xavier Cross steps out from behind the curtain, a new t-shirt on his chest. ‘A King needs no Council.’ Cracking his neck, he ignores his pyro as he steps forward before holding his hands up like he forgot something. Turning back to the curtain, he holds out his hand, as Mandi Matthews steps out, wearing a very sexy, makeshift wedding dress. The camera focuses on Steve for a moment, who looks unfazed, the same fire still in his eyes. Cross smiles a bit, as the two share a quick kiss, before making their way down to the ring. Stopping at the end of the ramp. Cross looks up at the cell, before clapping his hands together looking excited. He slides into the ring, taking his shirt off. He takes a few steps forward, looking like he’s going to throw it to the crowd but stops, and begins to neatly fold it, before leaning out handing it to Mandi, who hugs it tightly.}Alison Valance: “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s contest will be held within...Hell….in a cell….in this corner, standing at six feet, two inches, weighing two hundred and thirty eight pounds...He is the Face of the Franchise...STEEEEVEEEE AWESOME!” {She pauses for a moment, seeing if Steve will react, but he just grabs the ropes, looking focused.}Alison Valance: “And in the opposite corner, standing at six feet three inches, weighing two hundred and thirty one pounds. He is the Usurper of Wrestling….XAVIIIIIER CROSSSSS!” {Xavier steps out, making a few slow shadow boxing moments, before winking at Steve, who again, doesn’t react.}Vasco Dias: “Cross is ready, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as calm and focused as Steve Awesome.” Terri Morasco: “There is a bubbling hell fire in the gut of Steve Awesome, he’s just waiting for that bell to ring!” {The referee signals, as the cell is slowly lowered down around the ring. Mandi Matthews steps back, watching nervously as the cell is lowered down. He checks both men for a moment.}Terri Morasco: “Can you feel it. The heat, the excitement, and these Pittsburgh fans are ready. Xavier Cross is ready. Steve Awesome is ready….” Vasco Dias: “RING THE DAMN BELL!” {The referee calls for the bell, Steve doesn't waste any time, hearing the bell ring he charges at Xavier, spearing him through the ring ropes as they crash onto the floor. The two bodies are stopped by the cell wall, as Steve rolls on top of Cross throwing a flurry of left and rights. Its everything in Xavier’s power to get his hands up. But Steve is swinging at every chance he gets. Cross dodges a punch, grabbing Steve's arm and twists it getting a kimora lock in. He wrenches the arm but Steve doesnt respond as he sends a hard left right into the temple of Cross. This strike is enough to daze Xavier as Steve slips his arm out. Grabbing the dazed Xavier, pushing his head against the cold, steel chains of the cell. Steve backs up for a moment before charging forward hitting a lower drop kick, sandwich Xavier’s head between his feet and the steel door. Cross looks to be out of it, as Steve grabs him forcing the dazed Cross to his feet. Steve slams him face first into the cell. Before dragging Cross's face across the chain links. Steve doesn't stop as he hits the opposite corner, as he proceeds to drag Xavier’s face across the entire cell wall, letting everyone see the pain he is causing. When he gets to Mandi who is staring daggers at him, he pulls Cross back. When Steve goes to slam him into the cell wall, Cross throws a hard elbow knocking Steve back. Turning and running towards him, Cross looks for a clothesline, but Steve sidesteps and shoves Cross shoulder first into the ring post. Collapsing down, Xavier is clutching his shoulder, Steve steps forward and begins stomping on the shoulder blade of Xavier Cross. Reaching down Steve grabs Cross by the wrist and begins pulling Xavier’s arm back while applying pressure with his foot. A loud pop is heard as Cross lets out a soundless scream his eyes wide, as Steve steps back, just staring down at Xavier. Cross rolls away quickly grabbing his arm. He scrambles to his feet, as Steve just watches his panic. Cross gets to the opposite ring post, he begins slamming his shoulder into it. Trying to pop it back in. Steve slides into the ring, moving to the corner he stands there just watching. Cross finally looks relieved after slamming his shoulder back into socket.}Terri Morasco: “With no remorse. Steve Awesome forcibly dislocated Xavier Cross’s shoulder.” Vasco Dias: “The fortitude of Xavier, forcing that arm back into socket. This match has barely started, and Steve is trying to injure Xavier Cross!” Terri Morasco: “I think we all expected to see this level of violence, but to actually see it…” {Cross looks around for a moment, before reaching under the ring, grabbing a steel chair looking to get a little payback. Steve just stands there watching, begging Xavier to get into the ring. Cross obliges as he slides in, clutching the chair tightly. Running over Cross throws the chair at Steve who barely deflects it with his hands, but he's caught with a flying knee right in the jaw. Steve nearly collapses down, but Cross shoves him back into the corner before hitting a thunderous knife edge chop, followed by a second, a third, and fourth. Each one leaving a shade of red across the chest of Steve Awesome. Cross draws back, before chuckling a bit. Steve takes the opening, punching Cross in the throat. His eyes growing wide, Cross drops to his knees, clutching his throat. Steve takes a step forward, kicking Cross hard in the chest knocking Xavier down. Steve staggers out of the corner, holding his own chest, glancing around a bit. Steve quickly slides out of the ring, grabbing the steel ring steps, jerking them from the ring post. Awesome lifts them up, before gingerly tossing them over the ring ropes. The side of the steps crashes into the legs of Xavier Cross, who rolls off to the corner clutching everything, Steve Awesome inflicting a ridiculous amount of pain. Steve quickly slides back in, looking around lifting the steel steps up as he gazes directly at Xavier Cross who is stirring to his feet. As soon as Cross gets up, and staggers out of the corner, turning around his face immediately is introduced to the steel steps, splitting his forehead open as Cross flips inside out, clutching his face. Beating his feet against the mat, his blood immediately stains the Imperial mat, as Steve turns around quickly lifting the steel steps above his head, bringing them down on the back of Xavier Cross. Forcing Xavier’s body to bend, Cross slaps the mat screaming. The camera gets a good look at the gash on his forehead. Steve pushes the steps down on the back of Xavier Cross, grinding the steel into his flesh before shoving the steels off of him, kicking Xavier ‘in the side of the ribs, flipping him over, Steve Awesome drops to his knees, going for a pin. The referee slides down for the count.}Referee: One….two… Terri Morasco: “Cross is busted open! That didn’t take long at all! Steve with the first pin attempt of the night, but Cross isn’t going down easy.” Vasco Dias: “I have noticed, a different side of Xavier comes out when the blood starts spilling.” Terri Morasco: “Momentum looks great for Steve, but is this blood drunk theory is true, he might have written his own ending.” {Xavier Cross throws a shoulder up, immediately wrapping his arm around Steve’s head, working on the injured neck. Immediately rolling and wrenching, he gets Steve on his back before raining down stiff shots into the face. Cross is dripping with blood, and seems to be a little drunk on it. Putting his hand on Steve’s face, he drags his nails across Awesome’s face. Letting go, Cross staggers to his feet, falling to the ring rope holding the top rope tightly. He stumbles around, grabbing Steve by the hair dragging Steve’s face over to the steel steps, slamming Steve’s head into the steps, Cross lays Awesome’s head over the top of the steps, before glancing at the top rope. Going to the apron, Cross grabs onto the top rope, springboarding himself to the top, doing one front flip, hitting a hard leg drop across the head of Steve Awesome, wedging Steve’s head between steel and leg. Cross falls over to the opposite side, clutching his lower back. Steve goes limp as he falls backwards, sprawled out looking into the bright lights above. Reaching up, Steve looks like he’s grabbing for something before his hand falls limply to the mat. Cross is holding his lower back, rolling around in pain. Glancing up, he sees Steve out like a light. Fighting through the pain, Cross crawls with every amount of willpower in him to get to Steve. Draping an arm over Steve, Cross collapses himself. The referee slides down for the pin count.}Referee: One….two…. Terri Morasco: “BY GOD! Steve has to be knocked out!” Vasco Dias: “Awesome isn’t done yet!” Terri Morasco: “These two men are throwing everything at each other!” {Steve throws an arm up! Cross flips himself over, putting his hands on his face. Steve is sprawled out on the mat, as Cross rolls over to his stomach, pushing himself up. Glancing at Steve, trying to come up with some kind of destructive plan. But Steve’s leg go up, and he immediately kips up to his feet. The shock, catches Xavier off guard who staggers away, rolling to a knee as Steve shakes his head, almost a form of hulking up. He charges down Xavier, who is trying to pull himself up in the corner, hitting him with a splash. Steve backs up, as Cross is dazed. Charging once more, Steve hits another splash. Xavier staggers out but Steve shoves him back into the corner, throwing a stiff shoulder into the gut. Steve lifts Xavier up, forcing Cross to sit on the top turnbuckle. Looking around, Steve glances at the steel cell, a wicked thought in his mind. Getting to the apron, Steve climbs up the turnbuckle behind Xavier Cross, wrapping his arms around Cross’s waist, Steve wrenches backwards. Cross hooks his leg under the rope, throwing a hard elbow trying to get Steve off of him. But Steve doesn’t let go, and when Xavier throws another elbow, Steve eats it, but Cross’s foot slips off the rope as Steve throws him backwards with a Super German Suplex! The back of Xavier’s head hits the corner of the steel cell, as he immediately crashes to the floor, Steve flies backwards, barely missing the other steel steps right under him. Both men are laid out on the floor, the fans are on their feet screaming at the top of their lungs at the two men leaving it all out there.}Vasco Dias: “Jesus christ! Xavier Cross’s neck may be broken!” Terri Morasco: “This is the kind of vicious nature that has earned Steve multiple world title reigns, but…” Vasco Dias: “You don’t steal a man’s lady...ever…” {Steve stirs a bit, looking around like he had just had an out of body experience with that move. Looking over at the folded up, and broken body of Xavier Cross. Steve grabs onto the ring apron, picking himself up. Keeping the momentum, Steve staggers over sending a hard kick right into the ribs of Xavier Cross. Steve takes a few steps back, before charging forward. Cross leaps out of the way as Steve crashes face first into the cell. Cross gathers himself quickly, grabbing Steve by the head slamming Awesome’s head right into the cage, over and over, until Steve is completely out of it. Letting Steve sink down to the floor. Cross looks around, using the newfound second wind, takes a few steps back. As Steve turns around, back against the cell wall. Cross charges forward, using the steel steps as a springboard he hits a Echoes of Madness, the knee driving right into the chin of Steve Awesome, the cell wall gives way as the two men spill to the outside. The momentum rolls Cross viciously into the barricade as Awesome is laid out on the now broken cell wall. Glancing up, Cross sees his chance as he drags his body over towards Steve, draping an arm over Awesome’s chest. The referee looks a bit concerned, but begins to count the pin anyway.}Referee: “One….two….” Vasco Dias: “Steve gets a shoulder up, but the cell has been broken. This can never be a sign of good things!” Terri Morasco: “How the hell is Steve still fighting?” Vasco Dias: “This is far from over Terri, ladies and gents, if the kids are still awake...put ‘em to bed now.” {Steve throws a shoulder up, getting the crowd back on their feet as Cross gets to his knees staggering back clutching his hair, obviously furious. Pushing himself to his feet, Cross is still angry, walking over to the referee who is standing at the entrance of the cell, the one who locked it. He shoves that referee, before grabbing something out of his hand. Wire cutters! Cross looks around, clamping the tool together as he looks up at the top of the cell, before biting down on the handle. Xavier Cross, with evil intentions in mind, begins to climb the outside of the cell wall. Cross is climbing as quick as he can, as he pulls himself to the top of the cage. Sitting at the top of the cell, dangling his feet off. He looks down to see Steve still laid out, laughing a bit he almost drops the wire cutters. Glancing down at his new tool, Cross returns to his feet moving over to the center of the cell ceiling, he leans down like he’s about to cut part of the cell. But he stops, looking up, a twisted smile appears on his face. Thinking of all the ways he can hurt Steve, Cross begins to cut pieces of the top of the cell, until eventually a huge chunk falls down, crashing to the center of the ring. Cross drops the bolt cutters in the hole, watching carefully to see how fast they fall. When they hit the ring, he claps his hands like an excited child as he walks over the cell carefully, laying down looking at Steve who is starting to stir.}Xavier Cross: “Steve! Wake up! We got so much more terrible things to do to each other!” Terri Morasco: “What the hell is he doing? He has wire cutters!” Vasco Dias: “SOMEONE STOP HIM!” Terri Morasco: “He cut a portion of the ceiling out, the hell is he planning?” {Steve rolls over to his side, clutching his face. Glancing up he sees Xavier at the top of the cell mocking him. Spitting on the floor, Steve grabs the cell and begins to pull himself to his feet. Steve begins to climb the cell wall, looking to meet Cross, but Steve stops as Cross gets to his feet quickly and runs away. Grabbing onto to the center steel wire that is holding the center of the cage. Cross begins to climb it! Mocking Steve like he is afraid of him. Cross looks like the stereotypical jock in an 80s gym class as he climbs the metal wire like a monkey. Steve hops down, scratching his head for a moment. The lightbulb hits, as Steve staggers back into the ring area, throwing the apron up he grabs something before looking up a smile on his face. Steve Awesome pulls out a huge ladder! Looking around, Steve drags it out to the floor outside the cell. Putting an arm through the metal rung of the ladder, Steve begins to climb the cell wall dragging the metal ladder up with him! Cross watches carefully, laughing like a maniac the entire time. Cross then begins to display some odd athleticism, as he’s at least six feet above the cell wall, he begins to spin on the metal wire like he’s a pole dancer! Steve is focused, as he slowly climbs the cell wall. Throwing the ladder up first, Awesome pulls himself up next. Looking at Cross, Steve is as focused as ever dragging the ladder over, and begins setting it up on top of the Hell in a Cell structure. Cross makes a mocking fear face, as he begins to climb even higher. Steve begins to ascend the ladder, as Cross sticks his tongue out at him. But Steve is ultra focused, as he rushes up the ladder grabbing Cross by the leg. Not expecting it, Xavier nearly slips, but catches himself as he hops onto the other side of the ladder. This nearly throws the two men off the structure, but Steve acts quickly balancing the ladder by grabbing the steel wire. Cross takes advantage of it, hitting a stiff shot into the rib cage of Steve Awesome, Steve responds with a stiff forearm shot to the side of Xavier’s head. Cross staggers a bit before headbutting Steve quickly, using the blood on his own face to blind Steve. Cross decides to opt out of this ladder battle, the high up fighting is too much. He takes a step down, but Awesome snaps a hand out grabbing him by the hair. Cross fumbles a bit, Steve launches himself over the ladder grabbing Cross in a sunset flip, powerbomb. Cross’s back slams on the steel roof, bouncing him inside out as Cross flips over the side of the cell. Throwing his hands out. Cross barely catches the top of the cell, as he feet dangle to the floor below, as he’s now twenty some odd feet off the ground, barely holding on. Steve looks staggered himself, but sees the situation as he crawls over to Xavier. Steve begins to slowly pull Cross’s finger’s up one by one..}Terri Morasco: “Cross is a stripper...but that impact...a ladder on top of hell in a cell, these two men are going to kill one another before it’s all said and done!” Vasco Dias: “If Steve prys enough of Xavier’s fingers, this could end up just like Lion King.” {Realizing the dangerous situation he is in, Cross leans his head up and bites the forehead of Steve Awesome hard enough to force Steve to roll backwards. Cross quickly pulls himself up, nearly slipping once and falling off, but he grabs onto the cell ceiling and rolls over onto his back. Panting heavily, Cross shakes his head trying to regain some kind of composure. Steve rubs his forehead, seeing if Cross drew any blood, the camera zooms in as we quickly see that there are a series of bite marks on the forehead of Steve Awesome. The two men roll over, getting their footing on the top of the cell. The both take a step forward before raining hard shots at one another, Steve throws a hard shot staggering Xavier back, Cross digs his feet in, giving Steve a push backwards as Steve begins to sway on the edge of the cell, trying to regain some balance he’s staring down at the ring floor below, but Cross quickly wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, and his a german suplex. Excited, Cross rolls to his knee looking, seeing that Steve just landed on the cell, and didn’t go through the makeshift hole. Getting to his feet, Cross looks around trying to come up with a new plan. Grabbing onto the ladder Steve had set up, Cross drags it a bit, trying to get it in just the perfect position. He turns looking at Steve, who is dazed moving back and forth trying to get his barrings.}Xavier Cross: “GET UP! GET UP STEVE! WE ARE NOT DONE HERE!” Vasco Dias: “Cross was trying to throw Steve through that hole!” Terri Morasco: “What kind of sick mind does this man have!” Vasco Dias: “You can hear him, pleading and begging Steve to get back up!” {Grabbing Steve by the hair, he forces Awesome to his feet, Cross drags him over to the ladder, before kicking him in the gut. Cross keeps grabbing Steve’s hair, lifting his chin onto the ladder. Cross claps his hands together, as he ducks under walking underneath the ladder getting to the otherside. He begins to climb, looking down at the makeshift hole. He can’t stop grinning, leaning over he grabs Steve by the hair again, dragging the dazed Face of the Franchise up the ladder with him. Once both men are at the top of the ladder once more, Cross grabs Steve’s hair tightly, before slamming Awesome face first into the top of the ladder. Cross laughs maniacally, before slamming Awesome’s head into the metal ladder top once more. Lifting Awesome up once more, Cross slaps him across the face before going to slam his head once more, Awesome throws a hard shot into the gut of Cross, and another hard right into the side of Xavier’s face. Awesome grabs Xavier by the head, and begins to rapidly slam Xavier’s head into the ladder. Awesome looks revitalized and fired up once more, but Xavier snaps just at the right time. Xavier Cross grabs Steve Awesome, each hand on the side of Awesome’s face, before planting a kiss on the lips of Steve Awesome. Who flails his arms around, looking shocked. Cross breaks the kiss, laughing maniacally as he shoves Steve backwrads, the momentum sending Cross backwards.}Vasco Dias: “Oh my god no!” Terri Morasco: “...what we just witnessed…” Vasco Dias: “Cross...he kissed Steve...and then shove himself and Steve off the cell…” Terri Morasco: “This...this can’t go any further!” {Screams are heard, echoing through the arena. Xavier Cross after the shove has fallen through his makeshift, hole, slamming into the mat, the boards below giving way as Xavier has disappeared into a black hole that was the center of the ring. Steve Awesome, had hit the side of the cell, bouncing enough to send him flying off the side, crashing through the Russian announce table. And in that moment, everything went silent. The camera focuses on Mandi Matthews, in her makeshift wedding dress, the color ran from her face as he looks towards the ring, and then at Steve. Mandi Matthews rushes over to Steve Awesome, getting on her knees, checking to see if he’s okay. The referee in the ring, looks into the new hole made into the mat, the referee is on his stomach reaching down into the hole. The outside official, rushes over to Steve and Mandi, checking on Steve Awesome.}Terri Morasco: “Ladies and gentlemen...what we just have seen.. I consider myself a man of an extensive vocabulary, but I have nothing to say to what we have just witnessed...This match is over…” Vasco Dias: “We would like to take this time, to remind everyone at home...That these are trained, professionals, do not try anything you see here at Imperial Wrestling, at home…” Terri Morasco: “This was a high energy, high intensity match but...wait what the hell…” {The referee in the ring, is jerked into the hole made into the mat, as Xavier Cross, stands up. His body broken, but the same maniac smile on his face. Crawling out of the hole, Xavier shakes off the pain as he stands to his feet. The crowd is still silent. Cross takes two steps before collapsing face first into the mat. Mandi goes to step back, but Steve grabs her by the wrist. The camera focuses on Steve, who is smiling now, giving a thumbs up as he lets her go, rolling over to his knees, slapping his head a bit. Standing up, Steve staggers forward, his boot crushing the infamous aviator sunglasses that had fallen to the floor. He staggers into the cell wall, grabbing on holding himself up before falling down to his knees. Cross pushes himself up, looking at Steve. Cross still has the same smile on his face, as he grabs the bottom rope, rolling to the outside of the ring. Once he hits the mat, he throws the apron up, reaching for something. He turns to the camera, giving a wink, as he pulls out a wrap of barbed wire! The metal digging into his hand, a stream of blood comes out of his hand as he makes his way, limping heavily to the outside through the hole the two men made earlier in the side of the ring. Cross uses whatever he has left in the tank, charging forward he catches Steve on the side of the head with the wrap of barb wire, but he isn’t done yet. Sending a kick into the gut of the now fallen Awesome, he’s basically herding Steve back into the ring with vicious kicks. Cross still clutching the barbed wire, see’s Steve now inside the cell, grab onto the metal wall pulling himself up. Cross grabs the string of wire, grabbing Awesome’s arm wrapping it quickly to the cell wall with the barbed wire. Steve lets out a scream of pain as the barbs dig into his wrist and forearm, but Cross throws a hard elbow into the side of Steve’s head. Grabbing the other wrist of Steve Awesome, he shoves it into the cell, wrapping it to the cell with the barbed wire. Steve can’t move! He struggles, as Cross steps back looking at him. Cross sets the wire on the side of the ring, as he begins throwing hard shots to the midsection of Steve Awesome, turning Steve into a human punching bag.}Vasco Dias: “Folks, they must be running off pure hatred at this moment. Both men have kept going…” Terri Morasco: “What the hell! Cross is using barbed wire to hold Steve to the cell!” Vasco Dias: “This...this is going too far, these men, someone just needs to end this now!” {Taking a good look at his work, Cross grabs the barbed wire, wrapping it around the feet of Steve Awesome, fully tying The Face of the Franchise to the cell wall with the dangerous barbed wire. Mandi rushes into the ring, getting between Steve and Xavier, shouting at Xavier, ‘Enough!’ but Cross just shoves her out of the way, as he looks around making his way through the hole in the cage, to the time keepers area, grabbing a remote control. He begins to press a button, as the Cell begins to raise up into the air. Steve flounders a bit, trying to get loose, but soon he’s about ten feet into the air. The barb wire is the only thing holding him up, his blood slowly dripping down his arms and legs. Cross makes his way back into the ring, looking up at Steve. Cross grabs Mandi by the wrist as he drags her into the ring, beginning to shout at her. Choruses of boos echo down from the Imperial faithful, as Cross turns to mock the crowd, holding his arms out, pointing at the immobilized Steve Awesome. Mandi jerks Cross around, slapping him across the face. Stunned, Xavier rubs his cheek for a moment, before cocking his hand back. Mandi drops to the mat, as Xavier looks around laughing at her ridiculous flinch.}Terri Morasco: “LOOK! LOOK!” Steve Awesome: “MANDI! MOVE!” Vasco Dias: “Steve has torn his body free!” {The fans have come unglued now, as Steve Awesome has pryed his way out of the barbed wire, hanging onto the cage. Mandi slides out of the ring, as Steve launches himself from ten feet in the air, Cross turns to see at the last moment, as Steve nails a diving drop kick from the cell wall down to the mat below, Steve slams into the mat, bouncing a bit as he clutches his lower back. Cross is sent flying backwards, the only thing stopping him from going to the outside if the ring ropes, but luck have it, his arms have gotten tied up in the top and middle rope. Cross can’t move, looking around frantically, he tries to pry himself free. To no avail. Steve slowly stirs, reaching out, he is in a tremendous amount of pain. Steve staggers to his feet, looking down at Mandi who has tears running down her face. Turning around, Cross shouts at Steve, like a mad dog.}Terri Morasco: “How Cross has the energy to be that obnoxious still escapes me, but Steve is back on his feet.” Xavier Cross: “COME ON STEVE! YOU DONT HAVE THE BALLS!” {Steve staggers over to Xavier, looking him in the face as he turns and begins to walk away, ready to leave Xavier trapped in the ropes.}Xavier Cross: “You want to know all the things I did to-” {Xavier is cut short, as Steve turns around, hitting the hardest superkick of his career. Cross goes limp, his arms still stuck in the ropes. Steve grabs his head, letting out an angry shout, before superkicking Xavier once more, just as hard. Cross’s head jerks back, the ring shakes, but his arms are still trapped. Steve steps back, and hits another superkick. Blood begins to dump out of Xavier’s mouth. Steve has become unglued, as he hits another superkick, another superkick, another superkick. He steps back, charging forward for another. But Mandi grabs him, hugging his waist. She’s sobbing openingly now.}Vasco Dias: “We asked what role Mandi would serve...she may have saved Xavier Cross’s life…” Mandi Matthews: “Enough….enough…” {Steve pants a bit, but the beast inside of him is almost immediately calmed down by Mandi, the two of them look at each other for a moment, before Steve grabs one side, Mandi grabs the other as they let Cross loose from the ropes as he collapses in a bloodied mess on the ring below, Steve flips Xavier over, putting a single foot over Xavier. The referee from the outside, quickly rushes into the ring to count the pinfall.}Referee: “One….two…...three.” Vasco Dias: “Steve Awesome has done it! He has finally conquered the demons of his past, that is Xavier Cross!” Terri Morasco: “More so...we just witnessed a reuniting of one of the most prolific couples in wrestling history!” {Steve looks exhausted, looking around as Mandi stares at him a nervous expression on her face. Steve gives her a smile, looking down at his bloodied arms. Mandi let’s out a scream, as Xavier is back on his feet. Steve whips around, and plants one more superkick, right under the jaw. Cross staggers back, and falls into the hole in the center of the ring.}Terri Morasco: “Steve Awesome...has sent Xavier Cross, straight to hell!” Vasco Dias: “But...what is he doing?” {Steve reaches into his tights, pulling a small black box out. He drops to one knee, looking up at Mandi, a smile on his tired face. She looks flabbergasted, as the cell is slowly lifted up to get a clear shot. Steve is given a microphone as he kneels.}Steve Awesome: “Mandi...I can say witty catchphrases, and smart remarks all day...but at the end of the day, you are the most important thing to me. I tried to exorcise my demons tonight, but I realized, the past is always gonna haunt me, but I think I can sneak my way into heaven one day...as long as I got you by my side...I love you, I will always love you, and these last few weeks, has been the wake up call I needed. So maybe I owe Xavier a bit of thanks, for making me realize. I can lose everything in the blink of an eye, but there isn’t a day that I want to go by from this exact minute forward, where I can’t call you my wife. So Mandi Matthews, will you do me the honor, and marry me. Right here, in front of this Pittsburgh crowd. You got the dress, and I always look good.” {Mandi hesitates for a moment, looking ashamed, but Steve takes her hand and she looks at him a soft smile on her face now, as she’s crying tears of joy now. She nods her head up and down, answering yes. Steve slides the ring on her finger, as he finds a new sense of energy, standing back up he lifts her in the air. The two share a kiss, and the fans are going crazy.}Terri Morasco: “SHE SAID YES!” Vasco Dias: “I think I have a job to do…” {Vasco Dias stands up from the booth, as he quickly ascends the steps into the ring. Smiling at Steve, he pats him on the shoulder congratulating the two.}Vasco Dias: “You two want a wedding, I am still certified, so you’re both wanting to do it tonight. Why should we wait!” Steve Awesome: “I’ve made a lot of memories and mistakes in this ring, and I want this one, with you Mandi...to be the greatest memory I’ve ever had between these ropes.” Mandi Matthews: “...I...can’t believe you still...after everything.” Steve Awesome: “I deserved the hell I went through, because at the end of the day...I still got my angel…” Vasco Dias: “Those sound like some good, short vows. Let’s not drag this out love birds...So Mandi Matthews. Will you take this man, Steve Awesome, in sickness and in health. From world title to curtain jerker. From bump to bump, till death do you part?” Mandi Matthews: “I do…” Vasco Dias: “And Steve -” Steve Awesome: “I do.” Vasco Dias: “Atta boy...then ladies and gentlemen...May I introduce you to….Mister and Mrs Steve AWESOME! You may now kiss the bride!” {Steve and Mandi Awesome share a warm kiss, as Steve holds her tight. Lifting Mandi into his arms, Steve still has the strength to carry her out of the ring, as she nuzzles her head into his chest, and he carries her up the ramp. The camera pans back, as the two exit from the curtain to the hole in the ring. The referee is there, but Xavier Cross is gone! Vasco looks around, confused, with no idea where Cross has gone.}Terri Morasco: “Cross is defeated, and we had ourselves a wedding. I feel sorry for whoever has the room next to, above, and below the happily married couple!” Vasco Dias: “I am a man of many hats. This may have been one of my favorite ones.” Terri Morasco: “So we don’t inflate your ego any further, let’s go take a look at the card while the workers get the ring repaired. Awesome and Cross may have gotten a little too out of hand…” {We see James Gilmore power-walking down the runway without any music whatsoever, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt with matching white tennis shoes. He doesn't ham up his usual right-wing persona, nor does he flash his classic grin as he simply walks to the ring. Upon closer inspection, we find that James got smacked really good in the face and now sports a fresh black eye on his left side.}Vasco Dias: What happened to Gilmore's face?! Terri Morasco: I...I don't know how I'm going to explain it to the viewers at home, but we do know that James Gilmore was involved in a very, very serious altercation with an armed assailant at his villa in Corpus Christi, Texas this past Thursday, and... {Terri stops mid-sentence and takes a deep breath.}Vasco Dias: Gilmore just isn't in a right frame of mind. {The lights in the arena are dimmed as a very distinctive beat breaks out around the sound system. Slowly, fading in over the Imperitron a purple spade forms. Then the maraca line come in over the top of the bongos and the distinctive cry of Mick Jagger rings out. A skull forms over the spade. Purple and white spotlights rotate around the arena and then on the opening couplet, focus in on the entrance gate.}“Please allow me to introduce myself, I’m a man of wealth and taste, I’ve been around for a long, long time, Stole many a man’s soul and faith.” {Walking, striding confidently out comes Chris Card. He surveys the crowd and smiles his crooked smile for the appreciative audience.}“I was round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain, Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate.” {Card rolls into the ring and bounces a couple of times off the near side ropes to check their tension.}“Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game.” {The music fades out and Card turns towards the entrance gate to await the arrival of the next competitor.}Terri Morasco: The other challenger. The man that weaseled his way into two other men’s business. Vasco Dias: Weaseled, take advantage of an opportunity….call it what you want, but Chris Card now has an Invictus Title Match. {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 waste. 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: And The Champion himself. Some call him the heart and soul of IWF….we will see if Jayson has enough to beat two men. Vasco Dias: Yeah right. His dumb luck ends tonight. We will have a new Invictus Champion! {The bell rings and Jayson immediately goes after Gilmore with some hard shots to the face and body. Gilmore does his best to cover up, but Jayson is landing a variety of shots. Chris Card goes to enter the fray but he thinks about it and decides to just lean back on the ropes and watches the action from the side with a big smile on his face. Jayson Irish whips James but he reverses and sends Jayson running. Gilmore leans forward for a back body drop but Jayson telegraphs and snaps Gilmore with the top of his foot right on the face. Gilmore stiffens straight up from the kick and Jayson goes for a super deep armdrag that whips Gilmore to the mat hard. Gilmore gets up but suffers another arm drag and another. Gilmore gets caught with an inverted atomic drop then Jayson follows up with a ddt. Jayson hops over Gilmore hits a springboard and lands an elbow drop on the opposite side of Gilmore! Chris Card applauding at the show he was watching.}Terri Morasco: Gilmore looks off. Well more off then usual. You know he’s got legal troubles now, Vasco. Vasco Dias: Shame. He would have had a chance here if that travesty didn’t happen. Terri Morasco: Will you stop? And what about Chris Card? He hasn’t even thrown a move. Vasco Dias: Chris Card is a real mans man. He’s going to pick his spot. {Jayson hooks the leg and goes for the cover.1….2….Chris Card interrupts the count with a quick stomp. Jayson looks up at him and Card just smiles and shrugs. Jayson smiles then stands up and adjusts his gloves.}Terri Morasco: Card verse Matthews! They are going to lock up! Vasco Dias: Wait, Gilmore! {As Jayson steps forward, Gilmore reaches forward and grips Jayson’s waistband on his shorts and yanks him back and buried a hard strike to the kidney and Jayson yells out in pain. Gilmore grabs Jayson for a back suplex but holds him up and runs back to the ropes and dumps Jayson over the top rope. Jayson’s neck and shoulders hit the apron hard and he hits the floor with a thud.}Terri Morasco: Oh! The champ gets unceremoniously dumped on his head. Vasco Dias: Should have been a garbage can for him to fall in. {As the ref is checking on Jayson’s hard fall, Card spins Gilmore around and thumbs him in his good eye! James staggers back holding his face as the referee slides back into the ring. Card backs Gilmore into the corner and slices some knife edge chops to the chest. Gilmore tries to swing back but Card catches it and twists it into ahammerlock. Card lifts Gilmore up for a suplex with the lock still applied and drops it into a bridge. 1...2...Gilmore kicks out but Card is quick to wrap Gilmore up with a la mahigistral cradle and the ref counts again.1…...2…..another shoulder up. Gilmore gets to his feet to gain some distance but Card with a schoolboy and again Gilmore kicks out at two.}Terri Morasco: Chris Card waits to do anything in the beginning and now he’s going for quick pins. Vasco Dias: He’s trying to get this match over before Jayson gets back up and makes it a triple threat again! {Card grabs Gilmore by the hair and drags him to his feet. Gilmore shoved him back and goesfor a suplex but Card hooks the leg for the block. Gilmore hammers a few punches and tries again but Card stops him. Card manages to flip and reverse it into the Cardiac Arrest Alpha! Card hooks the leg!}Terri Morasco: That could be it! Vasco Dias: The ref goes for the count! {1…..2…..Jayson Matthews from out of nowhere to brake the count! Card looks up at Jayson who just shakes his head back at him. Card and Matthews size each other before locking up. Card and Matthews lock up and they both battle for advantage before Card manages to lock in the hammerlock. Card wrenches it a few times but Jayson manages to reach down and try to pick the leg but Card transititions in an arm wrench. Jayson spins and flips out of it, Card swings for a clothesline but Jayson ducks under it and tries to hit the rib kracker but Card holds on and rushes Jayson to the turnbuckle and sets Jayson on the top. Card hits an uppercut that rocks Jayson and he sets up for a superplex! Card climbs up the second turnbuckle and starts setting up when Gilmore gets back into the fray and tries to get under Card for a super duper plex! Before they know what happened. Gilmore sends them both crashing down to the mat. Card instinctively rolls out but Jayson lays in the ring feeling the pain. Gilmore goes for the pin! 1...2….Jayson gets a shoulder up. Gilmore yells at the ref and starts to stalk for his finish.}Terri Morasco: Card is still out on the outside. Gilmore ready to strike… Vasco Dias: Nuclear Option!!!! {Gilmore celebrates then goes to pin but before he does he gets bashed by DEREK BROOKS!!}Terri Morasco: Oh My!!!! Derek Brooks is back in a big way! And he is putting the boots to James Gilmore! {Brooks takes him outside of the ring smashes his face off of just about everything he could and then hits not one….but TWO DISPLAYS OF GREATNESS THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLES!!!!}Vasco Dias: Oh my god! The carnage! Where is the DQ? Terri Morasco: No disqualification in Invictus rules! The ref is letting this go!Hey! Check out Card! {The ref is yelling at Derek Brooks and Jayson is watching on looking confused. Behind him, Chris Card has the Invictus Title and is aiming at an unknowing Matthews.}Terri Morasco: Card is sizing him up! Vasco Dias: It’s not cheating if you don’t get caught! {Card is waiting for his moment. He goes to strike but at the same moment, Jayson Matthews turns around. He sees what Chris Card was going to try to do. Card tries to play it off like it was nothing but Jayson just points.}Jayson Matthews: I knew you were a cheat but I didn’t think you’d cheat me! {Card attempts to explain when suddenly Lindsey Grawn comes out during the match, still sporting a gnarly-looking cast on her left arm, with a micrphone in hand.}Lindsey Grawn: Y'all hold on a day-um second! {The crowd boos as she points to James Gilmore, who's caught up in the middle of hell.}Lindsey Grawn: Now...I can't believe you James! After EVERYTHING I did for -you-, you fire me?! {Fans cheer, James goes "that ain’t my problem”. As EMTs tend to him.}Lindsey Grawn: I can go on and on and explain to y'all why I'm so upset, but look at you James. You ain't in your right frame of mind...and it AIN'T got nothin' to do with wrasslin'! Let's be real...at least FIONA had more remorse for her actions in Rowan's compound than you will EVER have in your gawl-DERN life! {Crowd's left wondering what the hell she's trying to say.}Lindsey Grawn: Y'all don't think I watch Fox News?! I guess y'all should REALLY know...why ain't James Gilmore in a right state of mind?! It's really simple...this past Thur-- {And then Ms. Grawn gets cut off as the lights around the arena go out. That familiar purple ankh appears on the Imperitron but unlike its previous appearances there is no eye staring out of it. And the hauntingly cold New Jersey tones sound out across to PA system…}"UNTO AN EVIL COUNSELLOR, CLOSE HEART AND EAR AND EYE AND TAKE A LESSON FROM THIS TALE, OF THE SPIDER AND THE FLY." {A crack of lightning rings across the arena. A white glow appears from the entrance as the sounds of a chorus mark the start of "This Corrosion" by The Sisters of Mercy. Through clouds of pale smoke, a seductive female form begins to appear. You can see Lindsey's face break into a snarl as she turns to view this figure. The woman begins to slowly sashay down towards the ring, a blank, near soulless expression on her face.}"Gimme the ring, Kissed and told, gimme something that I missed (Gimme the ring) A hand to hold, wild and what it seems." Terri Morasco: Is that who I think it is? Vasco Dias: I don't know. But I'm not stopping watching her. Terri Morasco: That's Natasha! That's Chris Card's long time manager! Vasco Dias: Mmmhmmm. Terri Morasco: But what is she doing here? Vasco Dias: And can she keep doing it? "SING!" {On the shout of "Sing!" the lights go up. Lindsey holds her megaphone back up to her lips and addresses Natasha who is approaching. Natasha seems more focused on getting to the ring than on Ms Grawn.}Lindsey Grawn: OK. Freakshow is over. Cut that music. Now you listen here, Missy... {Natasha stops and cocks her head quizzically, still showing no emotion on her face.}Lindsey Grawn: I don't know who you are and I don't care why you're here but these people need to listen to me. So you go and scuttle back to whatever pit you crawled out of and let me sp... {Lindsey is cut off by a hand thrust forcefully around her throat. Her megaphone drops out of her hand and falls off the entrance ramp, shattering. You can see Lindsey's eyes bulge for the briefest of seconds as Natasha effortlessly lifts her into the air, extending a Gothic arm and then then drops to a seated position, driving Lindsey onto the entrance ramp with some considerable force. Natasha stands and resumes her implacable walk towards the ring and Lindsey just... lies there.}Terri Morasco: Natasha just took out Lindsey Grawn! That was... uncalled for. Vasco Dias: Natasha doesn't look like she cares. {Vasco pauses}Vasco Dias: About anything. {Natasha walks down to the ring, past the brawling triad outside, steps into the ring and just shoulder bumps Jayson to the floor with impressive strength with out even looking at him. Jayson just lays on the mat in shock.}Terri Morasco: The strength of that women! Vasco Dias: Well, this is the reunion that Chris Card fans have been waiting for! Chris Card and Natasha back on the same page! {Card looks at Natasha, tension building in the air. Card tries to get a word out, attempting to smooth over the situation. Natasha, however, is in no mode to hear Chris talk and with a sound that echoes round the arena with it's bitter ferocity…}SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP! {Natasha just unloads with the flat of her hand across Chris' cheek. Chris reels back a couple of steps from the force of the blow, looking genuinely like he wasn't expecting it to be that forceful and then slowly his expression droops to one of chastisement as he realizes that he has been very directly, non verbally told the hell off.}Vasco Dias: Or not. {The ref, with an extra man involved with the brawl on the outside, an extra woman in the ring and an unmoving Lindsey on the entrance ramp calls the whole thing off}{The EMT team, lead by Sasha Grey comes out and professionally removes Lindsey}Terri Morasco: I’ve never seen Chris Card look so….humble! I don’t know what happened here but this match has be declared no contest! Vasco Dias: Here are some video packages while we get everything in order….and get new tables! ---------------------------------------------------------- SEGMENT ”Available on IWF.Com” ---------------------------------------------------------- {The segment opens with Vivienne Rodgers and her manager Ciara O’Connor sitting at a white table with a peaceful sky blue wall behind them. Vivienne is wearing an IWF t-shirt and Ciara is wearing a Vivienne T-shirt}Vivienne Rodgers: Hi Everyone! Now, if you’ve ever been to the IWF store or visited one of the wonderful merchandise stands at one of our live events you will likely know a lot of the items we sell already. But we are releasing new shirts all the time. Management thought it would fun to give me and Ciara little grab bags to sort of unbox some of the stuff we sell. Ciara O'Connor: Which were just sort of given to us at random. We have no idea what’s inside. Vivienne Rodgers: So! Let’s get right into it! We have five bags to get through of super awesome merch! Ciara O'Connor: Cool, cool. Want to open yours first? Vivienne Rodgers: Sure! {Vivienne grabs a small t-shirt shaped box, opening the top and pulling out a shirt, she smiles brightly}Vivienne Rodgers: Okay, have you seen this yet? It’s the Astrid Hall shirt! {Viv turns it towards the camera, showing off the shirt}Ciara O'Connor: Yeah, that looks pretty awesome. Vivienne Rodgers: I know right? Open yours next! {Ciara grabs the same style box and pops it open. She stares at it for a second}Vivienne Rodgers: What’d you get? Ciara O'Connor: Steve Awesome. {Ciara turns it around for the camera}Vivienne Rodgers: You said you were looking for a new t-shirt to sleep in... Ciara O'Connor: I guess. {Viv grabs the next box in her stack opening it up and she gasps with a little squee sound holding up the Real Man's Wrestler Chris Card T Shirt}Ciara O'Connor: Wait, you like him? He cheats! He cheats like he breathes! Vivienne Rodgers: Yeah, but he’s got charisma and charm to his cheating. {Ciara shakes her head}Ciara O'Connor: You would accept free candy from a white panel van I swear… Vivienne Rodgers: Hey! {Ciara grabs her box and pops it open, pausing before turning it around for the camera, revealing the Mr Happy Free Hugs T-shirt.}Ciara O'Connor: Speaking of not a trap… Vivienne Rodgers: Okay, but that’s cute. Ciara O'Connor: Let me have the last box. Vivienne Rodgers: But it’s my turn… Ciara O'Connor: Paper-rock-scissors? Vivienne Rodgers: ...Okay. That seems fair. {The two women throw a quick game with Vivienne picking rock and Ciara picking paper.}Ciara O'Connor: Always with the rock. Every time. Pass it over. {Viv passes the last box over}Vivienne Rodgers: As a reminder, these and all the other shirts are available on IWFShop.com for 24.99 each! {Ciara opens the last box and she seems to lose a little color in her face}Vivienne Rodgers: Who’d you get? Ciara O'Connor: ...The Crowne Jewel T shirt. Vivienne Rodgers: ...show the camera, we got to… {Ciara wordlessly holds up the Charity Crowne T-Shirt until the camera feed ends}{We are treated to a pulled out shot of the completed Hangman’s Death Cage. The walls are adorned with weapons, tables, chairs, kendo sticks, chains, barbed wire and Angel’s weapon of choice,the cat of nine tails with thumb tacks at the end. Across the center over the top of the cage is the three foot wide scaffolding with six nooses hanging from underneath it.}Vasco Dias: This is a truly ominous structure. Terri Morasco: Angel made the Death Cage famous back in NCW when he competed in the first one against Xavier Williams at Picture Perfect. Nearly ten years later he is competing in yet another Death Cage only with a new twist on it. Vasco Dias: The only way to win is to hang your opponent from the scaffolding. Generally I’m all in on matches like this but for once, I’m a little worried about what we are going to see here. Mason may have biten off more than he can chew. Terri Morasco: I’m not sure Angel or Mason are truly prepared for what is about to happen inside of the Hangman’s Death Cage. {We cut away from the Cage and the announcers to a video package set to the tune of “Hail the Apocalypse” by Avatar. It begins with the initial war of words between Blake and St. Croix that culminated in the battle at the Compound. As the song really kicks into high gear we see highlights of the Compound match, Mason throwing Angel out a window, then down a well, Blake whipping Mason with the cat of nine tails. We see Mason setting the compound a blaze before the panther attack with Angel in the end standing tall. Now we see the Eulogy of Mason St. Croix, Mason coming out of the casket and battling Angel’s followers. Then the image of Mason’s father hanging in the backstage area leading to the challenge that created this match. As the song winds down we are left with the image of Mason St. Croix seething in the ring and the grinning face of Angel Blake looming over him…}Terri Morasco: This has been a feud built entirely on the hatred of Mason St. Croix. The things Angel Blake made him do and did to Mason as a part of the Age of X has stayed with St. Croix for years. Mason needs this win to cleanse his soul. Vasco Dias: Mason may very well need this win to cleanse himself of God’s influence but this is a match God created and mastered over his career. I’m just not sure there is a way for Mason to survive let alone win. Terri Morasco: I always try to hope in situations like this but St. Croix is a true underdog in this match. Mason may have to go somewhere dark inside himself if he hopes to win. {"The War Isn't Over Yet" by Eye Empire begins playing and blue and white pyro shoots out from the walkway as Mason St. Croix stares straight ahead with his eyes focused on the Hangmans Death Cage and walks at a marching pace towards the ring . Mason stops just outside the Cage and looks it all over before walking around to the entrance and stepping inside. Once in the ring Mason climbs all four turnbuckles one at a time before hoping down and taking the center of the ring where he stands at attention, his eyes never moving from the entranceway.}Terri Morasco: Mason looks unaffected but the Hangman’s Death Cage but one can only imagine the emotional storm inside of him. Vasco Dias: Look Terri, I used to be a wrestler in my younger days but I would never have even considered stepping into a match like this. I know I play a little fast and loose with my play by play but Mason is either brave or incredibly insane for challenging God to this match. Terri Morasco: I think it’s easily a mixture of both. But as brave or crazy as Mason St. Croix may be, Blake is all crazy. Blake has made a career off being one of the most sadistic men in the entire wrestling world and not in the way Spike Kane enjoys causing mayhem, Blake is just a little force of destruction. Vasco Dias: God is one of the most prolific professional wrestlers of our generation, the things he’s done will live on in the nightmares of his opponents and fans for the rest of their lives, I do not envy the uphill battle that is in store for Mason St. Croix. {The lights in the arena go out as children’s laughter can be heard echoing through out the arena. A carnival like tune begins to play, at first just a guitar but the joined by a drum. It plays for several moments before finally “Black Waltz”by Avatar kicks into gear. Lights like lightening flash on the stage where Angel Blake stands with arms out stretched adorned in a spiked leather robe, his panther Shelly standing before him. Blake marches toward the ring as the music plays, the panther in lock step with him regardless of the fact it isn’t held by a leash. Blake stops before the cage now and gently pets the panther before unstrapping and throwing his cloak off. Blake gently attaches a collar to the panther and then hooks it to the cage wall before walking around to the steps that lead up to the door. Blake walks up with a sinister grin on his painted face before climbing into the ring.}Vasco Dias: Jesus, we are about to witness a war. Terri Morasco: I can’t believe this is actually happening. Vasco Dias: It is and I don’t think any of us are ready for this. {The bell is called for and Mason doesn’t waste any time at all charging right for Angel with a Lou Thez press and starts unloading on the painted deity with hard right hands as the crowd pops for Mason St. Croix.}Terri Morasco: Mason is on the attack and that is exactly what he is going to need to do to win this match. Vasco Dias: St. Croix needs to be on the offensive, he can’t let up and he can’t slow down. {St. Croix is off Blake but he peels him up off the mat and runs Angel face first into the steel cage and then drags his painted face across the wall, his paint peeling off before they reached a turnbuckle where Mason slams Blake’s face into it. St. Croix connects with a clothes line to the back of Blake’s head and then rips him out of the corner with a nasty release German suplex!}Vasco Dias: I love seeing this sort of brutality from Mason St. Croix. This is exactly what he needs to do if he wants to survive! Terri Morasco: Mason isn’t trying to survive, Mason wants to punish Angel and win! {St. Croix marches toward Angel who is slowly getting to his feet but he stops. Mason turns and looks toward the cage wall and sees something he likes.St.Croix walks over and rips off a kendo stick and turns to face the now standing Blake. Mason charges and swings but Angel rolls under the swing and quickly gets to his feet and hits Mason with a pele kick as he turns around!}Terri Morasco: Mason may have just made a costly error! Vasco Dias: Blake is a master at picking his shots. {Mason is right up to his feet but Blake hits a hard spinning heel kick and then an even harder spinning back fist before connecting with a leaping knee to the jaw of Mason St. Croix. Blake pump kicks Mason and sends him into the ropes.Angel charges in with a running knee against Mason St. Croix and then looks for the running Heaven’s Fury bulldog but Mason pushes Angel off before he can connect and as Angel turns around Mason slams into him with the WARPATH!!!}Terri Morasco: Blake took control for a moment but Mason isn’t about to give up. Vasco Dias: I appreciate the effort but we are still in the early stages of this contest, God has so much more in store. {Mason picks up the kendo stick and as Angel tries to stand Mason cracks it over the back of Blake once, twice, three times. Blake keeps trying to push himself up but then Mason goes insane and hits Angel until the stick breaks in half over the back of Angel Blake. Mason lets out a roar as he looks down at Blake whose back is covered in welts.}Vasco Dias: Jesus, Mason may have tapped into that darkness I was talking about. Terri Morasco: It certainly looks like it. {Mason turns his attention back to the wall and spots something he likes. Mason walks over to one of the walls and pulls off a bundle of barbed wire. Blake once again begins to push himself up but Mason takes the barbed wire and wraps it around the neck of Angel Blake and begins to choke him. The barbed wire cuts into the throat of Blake as Mason just pulls back and chokes him. Mason finally throws Angel off but he moves in and starts to wrap Blake in the barbed wire, making sure to tie it around himover and over keeping Blake’s arms tied to his waist. Mason looks Blake in the eyes and grabs Angel around the waist and then throws Blake into the cage wall with an overhead belly to belly suplex!!! Blake hits hard and drags his way down to the apron as the barbed wire cuts into his flesh.}Terri Morasco: Mason is in firm control of this match right now. Vasco Dias: I never thought I’d say this but Mason is having his way with God. Terri Morasco: Maybe Blake bit off more than he can chew. {Mason stands right up again as Angel tries to get free from the barbed wire but Mason doesn’t let him. St. Croix grabs Blake and drags him back to the center of the ring and stands him up but Blake connects with a nasty head butt to the bridge of Mason’s noise and blood begins to flow. Angel manages to get his arms free and runs at Mason with a leaping body splash making sure to linger so the barbed wire digs into the chest of Mason.}Terri Morasco: Blake with a nasty head butt. Vasco Dias: God has no regard for his mortal vessel. {Blake peels the barbed wire off of himself and wraps it around the neck of Mason St. Croix then rips him off the ropes with a nasty choke toss. Blake then turns his attention to the cage wall where he spots a new weapon, a baseball bat with nails driven through it.}Terri Morasco: Oh god… Vasco Dias: My sentiment exactly. {Blake pulls the bat off the wall and licks one of the nails before looking over at Mason who is starting to stand. Blake then takes a home run swing to the gut of Mason St. Croix and drills the nail filled bat right into his gut! Mason is stunned as Blake pulls the bat back and then drives it over the back of Mason! Blake then takes the bat and grabs Mason’s head with it and drives the nails into his forehead before delivering a Russian leg sweep with the nail filled bat!}Terri Morasco: Both men are already a bloody mess and this is only going to get worse. Vasco Dias: I thought the compound was bad but this is about to top it! {Blake throws the bat to the side and again looks to the wall spotting his favorite toy, the thumb tack filled cat of nine tails.Blake makes his way over to where it is and reaches up for it, he grips it tightly and pulls it off the wall. Blake turns back to Mason who is right there with the St. Croix combo!!!Blake is staggered and Mason rips the cat of nine tails from his hands and then whips Angel right across the face with it,the tacks digging into his flesh!}Terri Morasco: Holy hell! Vasco Dias: Brutal! {Angel turns away and Mason whips him over the back with the weapon again and again and again turning Blake’s back into a bloody mess, his flesh ripped and torn, Angel lets out a scream and Mason picks Blake up for the Bombs over Baghdad right onto the nail filled bat!!!}Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!! Vasco Dias: Are you freaking kidding me!!! Terri Morasco: Blake has just been impaled!!! {Blake tires to roll over but the bat is clearly stuck in the left shoulder blade of Angel as Mason gets back to his feet a little worse for wear. Angel reaches for the bat but he can’t quite get to it so Mason grabs the handle and push Blake forward into the cage wall and rips it from the back of Blake. Angel turns and Mason drills him in the bridge of his nose with the bat!}Terri Morasco: I can’t believe this, this has devolved into torture! Vasco Dias: It’s exactly what I thought it would be, a nightmare. {Mason turns to another cage wall and sees a table, he walks over to it and pulls the table off the cage. Mason sets the table up near the ropes and then turns back to Blake who is trying to stand but Blake is a bloody mess. Mason approaches Blake but Angel suddenly leaps up into the air and grabs Mason with Revelations!!!}Terri Morasco: REVELATIONS!!!! Vasco Dias: Blake is a glutten for pain!!! Terri Morasco: God has been through hell and he’s ready for more! {Blake pulls himself up, wiping the blood from his face but it just smears with his face paint. Angel looks to the cage wall and starts to climb up making his way over to the scaffolding. Mason doesn’t stay down for long as he looks up to Blake who rolls up onto the scaffolding. Mason quickly follows Blake up the wall. Mason reaches the scaffolding and pulls himself up and stands right to his feet eyeing Angel down.}Terri Morasco: This match just reached a new level of terror. Vasco Dias: I never get used to seeing anyone standing up there! {Mason and Blake charge right for each other and meet right in the center of the scaffolding with a flurry of elbow shots.The exchange goes for nearly thirty seconds before Mason gets the upper hand and drives Angel back. Mason quickly grabs Angel for Caught in the Act right on top of the scaffolding, Blake nearly goes off the edge but manages to secure himself.}Terri Morasco: I can’t take this, I hate watching them up there. Vasco Dias: I’m literally shaking just watching this match unfold. {Mason stands up and towers over Angel Blake. Mason grabs Angel by the hair and stands him up but Blake hits a spinning backfist and then under hooks Mason for a hip toss on the scaffolding. Mason almost gets right up but Blake is right there with a spinning heel kick and then pulls Mason in for the Last Gasp pulling piling driver right on to the scaffolding!}Terri Morasco: These two men are fighting on literally three feet of wood fifteen feet above the ring! Vasco Dias: They’re both absolutely insane! {Blake stands up now, a bloody mess and pulls Mason up.Blake hooks Mason and looks ready to run him off the scaffolding with a Heaven’s Fury bulldog but Mason quickly puts on the brakes and instead pulls Angel up into the air over his head and both men go crashing back into the ring off the scaffolding and through the table that was set up earlier for a devastating RANGERS WAY!!!!}Terri Morasco: RANGERS WAY! Vasco Dias: HOLY SHIT!!!! Terri Morasco: The crowd feels the same way! Vasco Dias: I can’t believe what I just saw! {Both men lay in the rubble after falling fifteen feet back into the ring but Mason is the first tomove. St. Croix crawls around for a moment before finding the ropes and pulling himself back up to his feet. Mason wipes the blood off his face and looks to Angel who suddenly sits up. Mason charges Angel and punts him in the chest and lays him back out. Mason rips a steel chair off the wall and then starts to lay into Blake with the steel chair and literally bends it in half over the body of Angel Blake!}Terri Morasco: Blake just sat up after that Rangers Way fifteen feet back into the ring! Vasco Dias: But Mason is making God regret that sit up! Terri Morasco: Blake has never lost a Death Cage but Mason may be about to change that! {Mason tosses the chair aside and grabs Blake by the hair. Mason begins to pull Blake up onto the ropes and attempts to drag Blake back up to the scaffolding but they stop on the top rope when Blake grabs Mason and slams his face right into the corner of the cage wall!Mason lets out a scream right in the face as Blake slams his face again and again and again into the corner! Mason looks dazed and Blake turns to his right where he grabs a 4x2 piecer of ply wood with barbed wire attached to it,Blake throws it down into the ring and then grabs Mason and pulls him off the top rope with the Heaven’s Fury bulldog right into the barbed wire!!!}Terri Morasco: Heaven’s Fury!!!! Vasco Dias: Angel has beaten countless opponents with that move! Terri Morasco: God may be about to beat one more! {Blake lays in the ring next to Mason for several moments as Mason lays face first into the barbed wire just trying to breath.Eventually Angel sits up and makes his way back to his fee but St. Croix is just behind him. Blake makes his way to the corner of the ring and starts to climb back up. Angel reaches the top rope and Mason peels himself off the barbed wire, his face a bloody mess. Angel starts to climb the wall but Mason is right behind him. Blake makes his way onto the scaffolding and Mason is now climbing up the ropes. Angel stands now on the scaffolding as Mason is on the top rope.}Vasco Dias: I’m not going to lie, I’m getting very nervous right now. Terri Morasco: This match has been insane, I don’t know how they are both still moving! Vasco Dias: Sheer will, Terri. Terri Morasco: Or sheer insanity! {Mason pulls himself up onto the scaffolding but Angel is right there with some clubbing blows over the back of St.Croix. Blake pulls Mason up and looks for Tara’s Wings but Mason manages to block the move with his legs around Angel’s ankles. Mason pushes Angel off but Blake connects with the Genecide Kick!!!}Vasco Dias: Genecide Kick!!!! Terri Morasco: Mason is going to fall!!! Vasco Dias: Croix is barely standing!!! {Mason teeters near the edge of the scaffolding and Angel runs right for him looking for the Heaven’s Fury off the scaffolding but Mason grabs Angel and picks him right up and takes Blake and himself off the scaffolding straight down through the announce table with the WARPATH!!!!}Vasco Dias: OH MY GOD!!! Terri Morasco: WHAT THE HELL!!! {Blake and Mason lay in the wreckage of the announce table for almost two full minutes as the medical staff move in but Mason pushes them away as he stands up. Blake starts to move but Mason is right on him with some hard right hands before pulling Angel off the floor and throwing him into the cage wall on the outside of the ring. Mason picks Angel up for a samoan drop on the arena floor but Blake wriggles out of it and connect with a flailing back fist. Blake grabs Mason and then runs him face first into the steel steps with a modified Heaven’s Fury bulldog!}Vasco Dias: Blake has been looking for that Heaven’s Fury this whole match and he finally hit it! Terri Morasco: I will never not support God but he’s had a truly difficult time with Mason St. Croix. Vasco Dias: This may well be the most brutal Death Cage in the history of the match. Terri Morasco: Easily. No one has ever gone this long in the Death Cage with God, not the immortal Falcon or the God of Xtreme Spike Kane. Mason St. Croix has already made history! {Blake drags himself back to his feet and throws the top of the steel steps off revealing the lower half. Angel looks to Mason and pulls him up to his feet before underhooking St. Croix for a Last Gasp right onto the lower half of the steel steps!}Terri Morasco: Blake is trying to break the neck of Mason St. Croix now! Vasco Dias: You can’t wrestle if you can’t move! Terri Morasco: A sick thought I could see Angel having! {Blake moves to the apron and drags out an extra tall latter standing at twenty feet. Blake moves the ladder into position where it would be easy to reach the scaffolding once again from the outside of the cage. Mason hasn’t moved since the piledriver but Blake grabs him and pulls Mason up to his feet and drags him around the corner of the ring to the ladder but Croix puts on the brakes and scoops Angel up for a Samoan drop right across the ladder!!!}Vasco Dias: Mason isn’t out of this match yet! Terri Morasco: St.Croix is taking Angel to his absolute limits! Vasco Dias: I have no idea how either man is standing right now. Terri Morasco: Me either! {Mason peels himself as well as Angel off the ladder and starts to climb up with the so called God in tow. Mason reaches to top of the ladder and moves onto the scaffolding dragging Angel along with him. Mason pulls Angel to his feet but Blake fires off a Genocide Kick from out of nowhere and sends Mason straight down onto his back! Blake staggers for a moment before moving forward and grabbingoneof the nooses and wrapping it around the throat of Mason.}Vasco Dias: Blake is ready to hand St. Croix. Vasco Dias: I’m not sure I can watch this… {Blake pulls Mason up to his feet but Mason hauls off with a European upper cut to Blake and then connects with the Recoil on Blake! Mason fumbles for one of the other nooses and then wraps it around the neck of Angel Blake.}Vasco Dias: Both men have a noose around their neck. Terri Morasco: Jesus, this match has been sickening to watch. Vasco Dias: It’s only going to get worse. {Mason pulls Angel up to his feet but Blake connects with a combo of rights and lefts that end in a spinning back fist and a spinning heel kick that lead right into a leaping knee!Mason staggers and Angel hits a leaping knee to the jaw of St. Croix! Mason is stumbling and Angel moves in with a Genocide Kick but Mason ducks it and gets behind Angel grabbing him for the RANGERS WAY!!!! And sends Angel over the side of the scaffolding where the rope suddenly goes tight! Blake manages to get his fingers between the rope and his flesh but the match has already been called with Mason as the winner!!!}Terri Morasco: Mason St. Croix has just become the first man to defeat Angel inside of the Death Cage! Vasco Dias: I don’t believe this! This can’t be happening! Terri Morasco: It is Vasco and Mason is the winner! Vasco Dias: Mason St. Croix walked through hellfire and brimstone to achieve this victory and I can’t help but respect that! {Angel hangs from the scaffolding struggling to breath but Mason is quick to move in suddenly and unhook the rope allowing Blake to drop to the mat all though he seems to have passed out.}Terri Morasco: Mason showing some morality right there. Vasco Dias: It may have been in his best interest to let Angel die. Terri Morasco: As close to the edge as this match took him, Mason St. Croix isn’t that sadistic. {Mason’s music plays as he sits humble atop the scaffolding, Blake seemingly dead in the ring and feeling that the war is over washing over everyone, except Mason who watches Angel intently waiting for his next attack…}{The lights go out as the melodic opening of “The Howling” by Within Temptation begins to play. After a few moments a single white spotlight shines down on the stage, showing Dean crouched on the stage, looking down at the ground with his hood concealing his face. Smoke rises around him eerily as he slowly rolls his wrists. Suddenly, in time with the opening guitar riff, the lights snap blood red as Dean Stands, walking through the now red-lit smoke towards the ring. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the centre of the ring, he spreads his arms wide as he soaks in the red flashing lights before lifting his head sharply, kicking back the hood to show his face, nodding in rhythm to the music as he slowly breaks into a wicked grin. After a few moments he turns and settles into his corner, tossing his hood and jacket to ringside… which are caught by Rowan, who the audience swears wasn’t standing there a second ago.}Vasco Dias: Here he comes to save the day… Terri Morasco: Dean Harper? What universe do you live in?! “IT’S AN OMEN!” {The Lights Darken as the Into of "OMEN" starts to play, whilst the beat picks up Devlin emerges from the crowd wearing his jacket and the Guy Fawkes mask, the Destiny Dealer steps up on the guard railing slowly as he slips off the mask Lifting the Belt for his shoulder passing the mask, his jacket and belt to the time keeper before he charges into the ring!}Alison Valance: Oh no…I’m outta here! {Alison rolls out of the ring even as Dean ducks the incoming clothesline and the two bounce off the opposite ropes Devlin ducking a Dean line before The two collide with a Devlin shoulder block, Dean uses the momentum to Kip-up and runs at Delvin Devlin passes Dean off an tries to sleep trip Dean, Dean flips over the Sleep and lands on both feet continuing his momentum to hit the opposite ropes and try to head scissors Devlin, Devlin Cartwheels out of the Move! Devlin Charges at Dean who is quick to pass him off and throw a ducked line Delvin and him hitting the opposite direction and the two of them passing each other with attempted offense the speed increasing to that point where you can’t quite keep up before Devlin and dean collide again In the middle of the ring Devlin Trying to connect with a SUBSPACE SLIDE , Dean flips and lands on his feet, but so does Devlin there’s a moment’s pause as they look at the fact they’ve somehow done this a blink before they both throw a fore arm and separate Dean Throws an attempt at a DANCE THE SPIRAL as they do so Devlin is quick to t duck the move and the cage finally settles in its moorings as the two stand of and stare at each other}Terri Morasco: What in the great blue hell was that! Vasco Dias: I don’t know! But Devlin and Dena have each other bang to rights! {The staring doesn’t last long as they get into each other’s faces and start lacing into forearms and kicks respectively, Devlin catches a kick and is quick to scoop Dean up onto his shoulder in what looks to be a modified Power bomb, Dean however rolls backwards to try and Rana Devlin over succeeding and instead of going for the pin, raining down Punches on Devlin until he gets kneed and then kicked in the back, Dean rolls forwards to come back towards Devlin who makes the first Nasty move of the match stepping to one side and tossing Dean full force into the cage wall! Taking a moment to step back as Dean holds onto the cage to keep himself standing even as he recovers Devlin drops to all fours to look at Rowan, then at Dean before he climbs back to his feet}Vasco Dias: Look at our ‘hero’ Terri Morasco: Devlin’s already taken this into Dean’s usual arena! {Devlin moves towards Dean who is still managing to keep himself up right and lays a hand on Dean’s shoulder, Dean pushed himself back a bit using momentum to tip himself over the ropes in a sort of moon Sault and catching Devlin in a reverse DDT in a modified DOWN IS UP but he doesn’t Back up, he stomps Devlin a few times Before Backing up}ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!!! {Devlin manages to pull himself up before the Ref reaches five hanging on the rope and having to kick at Dean as he rushes in once, twice standing up right to hit Dean with a Forearm before Dean dashes forwards under the next for are reaching a hand to spin Devlin around, and launch him into the cage himself catching Devlin as he stumbles back to urge Delvin into that in a backdrop position before levering the man’s legs to rush forwards and Pancake Devlin against the cage before Devlin clings on Dean then takes a step back and Hits Devlin in the back of the head with a DANCE THE SPIRAL Devlin’ head cutting open as he impacts on the cag fir a third time positioning rather than luck or judgment keeping On his feet even as he dangles half on half off the cage Dean rolls his eyes and takes a moment to punch Devlin a little more before abusing the trapped position of Devlin to hang him half in Half out the ring and moved towards the turnbuckles}Terri Morasco: Dean Harper with Evil intentions! Vasco Dias: KILL HIM! {Dean climbs to the top rope and measures Devlin up before leaping to try and drop a leg drop on Devlin’s exposed chest and head! Devlin somehow pulls himself in just in time and Dean ends up sat on the mat writing in agony Devlin with a groggy burst of energy charges forwards and hits a DEVDT! The both of them laying there as the ref counts}ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!!! SIX!! SEVEN!! {Two of them claw opposite directions the ref’s count stopping as the pair of them shake off the count but are now stood opposite each other in opposite corners and slowly turn around and Dean charges at Devlin who crouches down and launches Dean up and over him, Dean lands feet first on the top turnbuckle back flipping himself off the top to land feet first only to levelled by a BURNING CHROME! Devlin rolls up to his feet and kicks Dean’s arms in before standing at Dean’s Side He leaps up for a CANNONBALL and Dean lifts his knees as Devlin bounces off and Dean kips up again with a roar , launching forwards to drop kick Devlin’s head, then roll over Devlin as he comes back around to pick him up and suplex him then rolls over to pull Devlin to his feet again slowly, Devlin manages to roll free do perform a double leg pick and hoisting Harper in such a way that he’s flush against his knees before catapulting Dean into the steel himself and pushing to his feet Dean slams into the cage, busting open a bit as he slowly starts to drop down the cage wall}Terri Morasco: Devlin manages to claw a comeba…The Hell is devlin doing? Vasco Dias: I wish I knew, I ask that question everyday {Devlin has grabbed Dean keeping him from falling to Lift Dean onto the turnbuckle and climbs up himself to start punching Dean in the face and then he pushes off Dean climb the cage a little bit Dean, finally coming to see this and tries to reach Devlin, but De is a bit too quick and so Dean has to follow him The two of them sit atop the cage trading insults and blows as the ring below them seems impossibly low as they tread blows and then they both stand up on the cage exchanging blows..}Terri Morasco: WHAT THE … GET DOWN FROM THERE! THIS IS INSANE! Vasco Dias: Terri, shut up…this is awesome Terri Morasco: What?! Will you stop?! {Devlin scoops under an arm quickly and Dean and Devlin are suddenly airborne as Delvin hits a modified version of the SUBSPACE SLIDE …once gain for Devlin and Dean the sound seems to suck out of the arena as the two forms sail through the air before landing hard, quite separate form each other into the middle of the ring, the two forms rolling and bouncing away from each other as the crowd explodes! Even Rowan seems a little taken aback by the insanity that took place as the two men lay in the middle the referee blinks looking at the forms, and then realises he has a job to do.. Starting his count after letting a few precious seconds tick away}ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! {Both men twitch and roll grabbing the bottom rope at the same time!} FIVE!!! SIX!! {Devlin and Dean manage to pull themselves to their knees… hand trying to reach the top rope}SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!! {Devlin and Dean both reach their feet at the same time and the roof just about blows off the area as they cling onto the top rope and slowly turn to look at each other Dean smiling wildly and Devlin, Dev’s face is cold, a smile raising and falling as even Dean ‘s smile drops having expected Devlin to return the smile even as Devlin’s footsteps start to walk him across the ring like some sort of automaton driven by something …else Dean pushes off with a weight of motion on his feature s and the two men touch foreheads and stare at each other even as the crowd starts to chant} CROWD: “FIGHT FOR-EVER!!” {Dean and Delvin star to wail off once more though the impact of their strikes has grown less speedy and more weighty Devlin once again backs Dean to the ropes and pushes him off , the pace picking right bac k up as Devlin leapfrogs over Dean , Dean manages to flip through the Attempted Hip toss to try and arm drag Delvin who rolls through to his feet and charges towards Dean only to duck a Pushto catch and spin Dean around caching him with a Boot to the gut Lifting Dean up violently at an attempted Orange Crush Bomb!.. Dean catches Devlin and plants him into the mat with a Vicious Frankensteiner!}Terri Morasco: The end is nigh! Vasco Dias: You might be right! {Dean takes a moment to look at Devlin and then make a throat cutting motion picking The champion up slowly by the waist Line Taking a moment to consider what to do next as he hammers on Delvin’s back and then drop down to lift Devlin on his shoulders Dropping him, Almost right away with a STORM OF THE MORRIGAN! Dean Stays sat on the mat a moment eyes wide with delight as he slowly stands as the ref counts!}ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!!! SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!! NINE!! {Devlin sits up! Dean’s face lights up in shock…looking into Devlin’s eyes before Devlin… reaching his hands out slowly drops back down!}TEN!! {Dean celebrates a bit as “The Howling” by Within Temptation begins to play. Dean moves over to Devlin and raises his head up like some sort of trophy blood spattered as they are, Rowan brings Dean the belt and Dean holds it aloft over the fallen destiny dealer}Alison Valance: Here is your winner and NEW Man of Steel Champion THE MOST LOYAL…DEAN HARPER! Terri Morasco: The Pack claims another trophy! Vasco Dias: Despite everything! Dean Harper lays Devlin Raine down... but this won’t be the last of these two! ---------------------------------------------------------- SEGMENT ”Keeping a Watchful Eye...” ---------------------------------------------------------- {Before we go to the ring for the Shieldmaiden confrontation between Maxine Valentine and Shea O’Hara, we’re taken up to a skybox in the arena where we see Rachel Grimes high above the arena floor.}Rachel Grimes: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time...The Garcia Twins. {The shot widens out, and the crowd boos as both Sara and Paige are shown taking in the show.}Rachel Grimes: Ladies, one can’t help but wonder what you’re doing here tonight? Sara Garcia: Isn’t it obvious Rachel? I’m scouting the competition. Last week, I took on one of the hottest rising stars in the division, the last to get a shot at the Shieldmaiden, and I beat her in the center of that ring. So, logical thinking would be, that I’m do a shot at the winner of this match. So I thought I’d get a bird’s eye view. Rachel Grimes: And Paige, we’re seeing you for the first time since your match with Alexis Caffrey a few months back. Might we see a return in the near future? {Paige laughs.}Paige Garcia: Silly girl, patience is a virtue. Good things come to those who wait, and let’s just say...I’m biding my time. Rachel Grimes: Interesting words from the Garcia Twins here tonight. {The bell rings signaling the next match.}Rachel Grimes: Let’s go down to ringside... Alison Valance: The Following contest is scheduled for one fall— Crowd: ONE FALL! Alison Valance: —and it is for the IWF Shieldmaiden Championship! Coming down to the ring, standing at six feet tall, weighing in at 270 pounds, Maxine Valentine! “Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me.I once was lost but now am found, Was blind but now I see”{The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as ‘The Wolf’ By Fever Ray starts to play out stalks Maxine, Gas mask on her face, walking slowly to the ring and head bowed with Caleb Lockwood by her side even as the lights flicker red and green as she climbs the apron, eventually the mask is removed as she climbs into the ring and stalks from side to side}Terri Morasco: Maxine is apparently having the only member of The Pack at her side as Caleb Lockwood this evening. Vasco Dias: I guess as everyone else is booked it makes the most sense but it lessens the chance for me to get bloodshed. {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!" Alison Valance: And making her way down to the ring, standing at 5’6’’ and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is the reigning and defending IWF Shieldmaiden, Shea O’Hara! {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.}Terri Morasco: Maxine has a vendetta with Astrid. Shea is more focused on Rowan than on her follower. It’s sure to be an interesting match. Vasco Dias: Both want to make examples out of the other. I hope we get some unadulterated violence. Terri Morasco: ...I worry about you sometimes. {The Ref takes the belt from Shea and walks it over to Maxine to take a look at. Maxine waves it off dismissively. The Ref holds the belt up in the air so everyone can see it before the bell rings to begin the match}{As Shea and Maxine run towards one another, going into a grapple. Shea pushes Max into the ropes, clearly trying to get her to let go. Maxine smiles before headbutting Shea.}Terri Morasco: The match already has a good start. Vasco Dias: That had to hurt. {Shea falls back slightly. Max hits her with a penalty kick. Shea hits the mat. Maxine barely gives Shea a moment to recover before going for a forearm smash. Shea falls to the mat again}Terri Morasco: Maxine is taking the match up a notch in speed. Vasco Dias: Shea is barely getting a moment to breathe. I love this… {Max goes for a spinebuster, hitting Shea again to the mat but jumps up and goes for a Springboard Side Kick but Max catches her leg and tosses her across the ring. She stalks over and kicks Shea in the side. Shea manages to pull off a calf kick to give herself time to get back up.}Vasco Dias: Good defense but Maxine is dominating this. {Max hits Shea with a Don't Look Down. Shea lays on the mat, dazed. Max goes for the pin.
1 2 KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: That was a good kick out. Vasco Dias: You’re just saying that because you don’t want The Pack to get another belt. Terri Morasco: I didn’t say that. {Shea cracks her neck slightly glaring at Maxine. Maxine hits Shea with a leg drop.}Vasco Dias: Maxine wants you to stay down. Shea. {Sheas pops up. She has an angry look on her face}Terri Morasco: The champ looks to be trying to turn this match around {Maxine goes for a suplex but Shea drops out and counters with a Pele Kick to Maxine’s head, making the taller women hit the mat. Shea waits for a beat for Maxine to roll over, and Shea does a Running Leg Drop to Maxine’s back. Max arches in pain.}Terri Morasco: Going to the back is a nice touch. Vasco Dias: Maxine did break her back not too long ago. It was broken, right? Terri Morasco: Don’t dwell on that line of thought. I do not want to think about how The Pack patched her up. Nope. No. {Shea goes for WRATH OF IRELAND, twisting Maxine’s arm back. The Ref drops down to see if Maxine will tap out but Max twist slightly hooking her leg on the bottom rope. Shea is forced to let go.}{Shea climbs onto the turnbuckle stretching slightly as she looks down at Maxine on the mat}Terri Morasco: It looks like Shea is going to hit Maxine with a ST. PATRICK’s PARADE! Vasco Dias: That’s one way to end this match I suppose. {Shea stretches back just as she is about to jump--}{The lights flicker as the crashing cymbals and screeching opening chord of “Red Stars” by the Birthday Massacre ring out, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway}Terri Morasco: WHAT?! {Shea stares open-mouthed at the entrance ramp, waiting for the visage of ROWAN MACDONNOUGH to appear. Instead, Maxine springs up grabbing Shea by the leg and pulling her down to hit the ropes before hitting the mat.}Terri Morasco: Did Rowan’s theme just appear to distract Shea?! Vasco Dias: Shea should have known better than to take her eyes off Maxine. She has a painful reminder of that now. {Maxine laughs loudly before dragging Shea to her knees. She extends her arms out.}Terri Morasco: This could be it. {Maxine flips Shea over her shoulders holding her arms out before pulling off SACRIFICE throwing Shea onto the mat.}Terri Morasco: Oh God! {Maxine laughs some more before casually walking over to where Shea was thrown, flipping her over, holding her leg in the air.
1 2 3!!}Alison Valance: Here is your winner and the NEW IWF Shieldmaiden, MAXINE VALENTINE! {‘The Wolf’ By Fever Ray starts to play out Maxine drops Shea’s leg but gets an evil glint in her eye. The Ref hands Maxine the belt as a very mixed reaction goes through the crowd. Caleb claps from ringside.}Terri Morasco: What is Maxine doing? {Maxine grabs Shea by the hair with one hand, holding the belt in the other. Maxine lifts Shea’s head up like hold her up like a trophy towards the camera while with the other she tosses the belt behind her with disinterest.}Vasco Dias: Making a statement! {As the music dims and Maxine drops Shea’s head sliding out of the ring, the camera catches Caleb pulling the belt out of the ring before following after.}Alison Valance: The following contest is for the IWF Diamonds Championship, and is a Maiden of Steel Match! {"I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys kicks into high gear as Fiona McFly marches out on stage, takes a bow, and heads down to the ring--giving lucky fans quick pecks on the cheek along the way.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, the challenger – weighing in at 135 pounds, from Arlington Texas… Fiona McFly! Terri Morasco: All business and no flair from Fiona McFly tonight as she steps up for her sixth career shot at the Diamonds Title. Do you think this time will be the charm, Vasco? Vasco Dias: I’ve seen Rowan do things in this ring, Terri, that make grown men quiver in fear. If Fiona has a chance to win this match then she’ll have to display something we’ve never thought her capable of. As it stands, there’s a reason I wore all black to this match – and it’s not because it’s slimming. {Lights out.}Terri Morasco: … Here we go… {The crashing cymbals and screeching opening chord of “Red Stars” by the Birthday Massacre ring out, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway as Rowan MacDonnough stalks out from behind the curtain, golden eyes glinting in the red light as they shift from side to side. The stage and ramp are lit by swirling red light, but everything else remains dark. She lopes forward, unconsciously rolling her wrists as her eyes bore a hole in the air before her.}Alison Valance: And her opponent, from Killkenny, Ireland, weighing in at 145 pounds… The Irish Nightmare, the Wolf of the Abyss… she is the IWF Diamonds Champion… ROWAAAAN MACDONOOOOUUUGH! {The smoke seems to follow her down the ramp as she walks, reaching up and grabbing the middle rope with one hand. Rowan hauls herself up onto the apron, stepping through the cage door into the ring. She straightens up, slowly pacing towards the center of the ring as a spiralling pattern of red light appears on the mat, and her eyes scan the crowd, head moving in a jerky, animalistic pattern. She slowly, reluctantly backs towards a corner, eyes constantly moving as she settles in to wait for the bell.}Terri Morasco: Looks like there are no packmates beside her tonight, Vasco – she’s out here gunning it alone. Vasco Dias: After two of them had vicious battles to win belts of their own tonight, I imagine The Pack is enjoying a moment of rest backstage, Terri – but I don’t trust for a minute that they won’t come out here in a flash if their mistress calls them. I’ve learned that nobody can be complacent when it comes to these monsters. DING! {The two women begin to circle one another as soon as the bell rings, Rowan’s eyes are alight with a sort of amused expression as she prowls the edge of the ring, inching closer to her opponent with her arms ready to counter any offense from McFly. Finally Fiona makes the first move, slipping forward to try to engage Rowan with her mix of Shotokan karate and jiujitsu, but immediately pays for her attempt at a striking offense with a lightning fast leaping knee strike from the champion, sending Fiona reeling back against the ropes and the cage wall.}Terri Morasco: A harsh lesson from MacDonnough. Vasco Dias: Rowan’s striking game is one of the best in the Diamonds Division. If Fiona’s going to have a chance in this match she’s going to have to play to where here strengths can hit at Rowan’s weaknesses. Fiona has to win this with a technical game or she won’t last five minutes in this fight. {Fiona nods to herself as she shakes off Rowan’s strike, focusing on watching how the champion moves. She holds back, waiting for Rowan to lost patience and make the next move… which inevitably the notoriously aggressive MacDonnough does! Rowan snaps forward with her dazzlingly quick advances, looking to pull Fiona into her trademark chain of savage knee strikes to the head, but Fiona is able to slip away with a burst of speed of her own! She slips around the champion and pulls her into a grapple, slamming the champion into the ground with a german suplex before flipping over and trying to lock Rowan down onto the ground!}Terri Morasco: Looks like someone’s following your advice, Vasco! Vasco Dias: As she should! Now what she needs to do is empty her bank account into a bag of small bills, and leave it at my offi- Terri Morasco: Vasco! Vasco Dias: I won’t apologize for entrepreneurship. {Fiona keeps Rowan locked on the ground for a few moments, hammering the champion with a series of precise blows to the joints – paying special attention to the knees while she has Rowan in a vulnerable position. However, the advantage is only fleeting as Rowan is able to use her superior size to power out of the grounding, dizzying Fiona with an elbow strike to the back of the head before snapping out. As Fiona works herself to a stand, Rowan capitalizes with an arm trap neckbreaker, taking Fiona hard to the mat and following with a lightning fast series of strikes to the head.}Vasco Dias: Rowan’s brutalizing Fiona with her trademark decapitating offense. {Fiona rolls away from Rowan’s kicks and gets to her knees, lashing out quickly when Rowan pursues to pull the champion to the mat with a deep armdrag takedown! She then pulls Rowan into a Full Nelson Pin, one again grounding her opponent with a painful lock!} Terri Morasco: Back to the grounding game! Without her space to maneuver, Rowan’s not nearly as dangerous. Vasco Dias: But keeping her there is a lot easier said than done. {As Terri speaks, Rowan loops an arm painfully around the lock to force her fingers into Fiona’s mouth, locking in the Eater of Souls! Fiona knows well enough that Rowan’s pain tolerance is much higher than her own, and moves to break her Nelson pin, wrenching Rowan’s hand away in the process.} Terri Morasco: An expert escape from the Eater of Souls, reminding the IWF that technical wrestling is one of Fiona McFly’s more notable specialties. Vasco Dias: It’s the best wait to neutralize Rowan’s offensive arsenal, but keeping it up through Rowan’s tremendous resistance to pain is a challenge all its own. {The two women rise, circling one another as they look for the right opening. Once again Rowan loses patience and moves forward, springing into the DANCE THE SPIRAL! No! Fiona sees the strike coming and sidesteps, grabbing Rowan in midair and driving her to the ground with the SENDING OFF!}Terri Morasco: A huge reversal for the challenger! {Rowan quickly scrambles to her feet without Fiona attempting to cover, but the challenger doesn’t let up, and drops Rowan low with a kick to the back of her knee. With her height advantage momentarily disabled, Fiona snaps her arms around Rowan’s torso and drags her hard to the mat, forcing the champion into a modified Kimura hold!}Terri Morasco: That’s the KimbleLock! Fiona has the Champion locked in! {Rowan seems helpless in the hold, but also isn’t tapping. Slowly but surely, Rowan begins to laugh through the lock, and thanks to her size advantage is able to maneuver herself so that she has her feet on the ground. Slowly but surely Rowan is able to rise to her feet, with Fiona still desperately clinging to her side with the KimbleLock in place!}Terri Morasco: How is she doing this!? Vasco Dias: Rowan doesn’t feel pain like most people, Terri. She’s never tapped out to a submission move, and the KimbleLock isn’t going to choke her out. If anyone would risk a broken arm just to prove a point… {With a roar of fury, Rowan swings Fiona hard into the cage wall, dislodging the challenger’s grasp on the champion’s arm and sending her hard to the ground. Rowan’s left arm hangs limp at her side, seeming useless… but Rowan is in a red haze of anger as she steps away from Fiona, sizing her opponent up until she gets back to her knees… before lashing forward and planting her with a BALOR’S GAZE!} Vasco Dias: A savage strike from MacDonnough, but that’s not going to help her out much in a submissions match… {Rowan isn’t done, however. She grabs Fiona by the hair with her good arm and drags her up, looping one arm over the middle rope to keep her propped up, though still insensate. Hatred burns in her eyes as she steps back, watching Fiona for signs of movement… and then slams with a second BALOR’S GAZE!}Vasco Dias: … Unless she’s not aiming to make Fiona tap. {Fiona seems barely able to tell what’s happening around her as Rowan sets her up for a third Balor’s Gaze. Then a fourth. Then a fifth. On the sixth time Rowan sets her head against the corner post, and the Balor’s Gaze that strikes that time lands with such ferocious impact that Fiona bounces off the metal and lands in the middle of the ring, a gash in the side of her head leaving a pool of blood on the mat. Rowan turns and glares at the ref, who begins to count…
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL IWF Diamonds Champion… ROWAN MACDONNOUGH!! Terri Morasco: A savage and bloody ending to a painful looking match. Vasco Dias: Fiona McFly had the advantage in the technical game, Terri, but her lack of a ruthless edge made this too much of a threat for her to overcome. She simply wasn’t willing to do what someone has to do to beat Rowan in a match like this. Terri Morasco: Let’s just hope that she’s okay. Vasco Dias: How can she be... how can anyone be? The Pack now controls more than half of the championships in the IWF! {Rowan grabs Fiona by the hair and hoists her up like a grim trophy of her victory as Red Stars by The Birthday Massacre plays. She holds that position for a few long moments before the lights black out, and when they return Fiona is alone in the ring as medical personnel open the door to the cage to check on her, a wisp of red smoke left in her wake.}{The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Long live the Chief” by Jidenna begins to play.}****as fighting over rings ****as wanna be the King, but Long Live the Chief For a li' ol' thang lil' boys bang bang Long Live the Chief ****as fighting over rings ****as wanna be the king, but Long Live the Chief Now watch pretty mama while I slang my cane Long Live the Chief Uh {As the song kicks into gear Cable Arcane marches out onto the ramp with his head bowed and fists clenched, he stands at the center of the stage with a spot light shining down on him in the darkness. Finally Cable rolls his head to crack his neck and starts to make his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face, completely ignoring the crowd. As he reaches the steps he climbs up, taking his time before climbing into the ring one leg at a time. He marches to the center of the ring and throws both fists up into the air to a mix reaction from the crowd.}Vasco Dias: Roberto Verona, who has been nothing but successful over Cable Arcane, is actually putting control of IWF on the line here tonight! Terri Morasco: Verona has not been as successful as you seem to think, and many have could say that Roberto has been abusing his power by calling himself Imperial champion. Vasco Dias: Until I hear it from the man himself, Roberto Verona is my Imperial champion! Terri Morasco: You going to say that if Cable walks out of here with the win … and control over IWF? Vasco Dias: I don’t deal with hypotheticals, Terri – I deal with reality! {The lights in the arena all go out at "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare out of the PA system. Spotlights begin to scan the crowd before fixating on a figure at the top of the stage which is revealed to be Roberto Verona, his head bowed towards the floor. As cheers being to resonate around the arena Verona raises his head and he begins a slow methodical march down the ramp, the spotlight following him as golden pyro rains down from above on the stage. Verona stares with disgust at the crowd who cheer him as he approaches the ring, but he doesn't react to them. As he reaches the steps he slowly ascends them before walking towards the middle of the ring apron, turning around to look into the crowd one last time before looking up and closing his eyes as he stretches his arms out wide and basks in the adulation. After indulging himself Verona climbs into the ring, psyching himself up as he awaits the beginning of the match.}Vasco Dias: Roberto is going to show this upstart once and for all who is in control of this company! Terri Morasco: Generally I like to keep an even keel with these matchups, but you have no idea how bad I want to see Cable win this just so I can make you eat your words! {The referee calls for the bell! Cable and Verona go right in for the tie up but Roberto quickly moves around Cable for he side head lock, Cable pushes Verona off but Verona catches Cable with a rake to the eyes. Cable staggers backwards as the referee checks on him. Verona pushes the referee to the side and grabs Cable by the head and slams him face first to the mat!}Vasco Dias: Verona is dominating Cable once again with his technical prowess! Terri Morasco: What about any of that was technical? Vasco Dias: All of it, Terri, do I have to do your job for you too? {Verona rolls back to a vertical position and begins laying the boots to Cable. Arcane rolls to his back in an attempt to block some of the attacks, but Roberto drops to one knee and places the other across the wind pipe of his opponent. The referee moves in and begins issuing the five count, but at four Verona still hasn’t budged and the referee, rather than count five and disqualify him, begins asking him again to release the hold. After what must have been an extra ten to twelve seconds, Verona pops back up to his feet and chuckles as the referee squats down to check on Cable. Arcane struggles to get back to his feet, but does so holding his throat with one hand while pointing at Verona with the other. Verona raises his hands looking for another tie up, but Cable unloads with a huge right hand to the jaw of the owner. The referee quickly gets between the pair, allowing Verona to escape to the near corner and Cable to look livid while the referee admonishes him over the use of the closed fist.}Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me? Vasco Dias: Terri, closed fists are clearly illegal! Good on the ref for maintaining order here! {The referee signals for the match to continue and Cable shakes his head and moves in. He reaches towards Verona, who quickly steps through the ropes and causes the referee to move in once more. As Cable is being backed up, Roberto smirks and reaches over the referee and grabs Cable by the arm and whips him towards the ropes. Arcane manages to hang on to the top rope, but Roberto catches this and moves in. Cable steps into the ropes, like Verona, but the referee does nothing as Verona unloads with a standing dropkick that sends Cable completely out of the ring. He rolls into the barricade and quickly begins making his way to his feet as he hears the referee begin the ring count out, but before he can do anything Roberto comes in with a running knee strike to the gut of Arcane! Verona connects with a backfist, a spin kick, a shin kick and then pump kicks Cable up and nearly over the barricade.}Terri Morasco: Cable is NOT getting a fair shake here, Vasco – even you can see that! Vasco Dias: He’s being outclassed by a, frankly, more talented competitor. Terri Morasco: I don’t want to say he’s cheating … but {Verona smirks and the two men move toward each other.Cable throws a quick jab but Verona gets under it and leg sweeps Cable and moves right into his own mounted position hitting haymakers on Cable Arcane!The referee doesn’t even try to break it up and eventually Roberto gets to his feet.Roberto waits for Cable to start to get up and then catches Arcane with a running knee to the face!}Vasco Dias: There we go! Verona with a big knee! Terri Morasco: What is this referee’s deal!? Vasco Dias: He’s doing what he’s paid to do, Terri! Terri Morasco: Well, seems like someone is paying him to do it poorly! {Cable is down on the arena floor, Verona hauls him up to his feet and sends him back first into the barricade. Roberto goes in for the kill, but Cable delivers a back body drop that sends the owner right into the first row. Cable drops to a knee to catch his breath as a few fans start helping Verona to his.}Vasco Dias: What the hell was that!? Terri Morasco: What? Vasco Dias: They’re laying hands on the owner of the IWF! Terri Morasco: Well, I admit, they shouldn’t be helping Mr. Verona to his feet, but … Vasco Dias: Don’t you get it, Morasco? Any one of them could be an assassin, payed off by Cable Arcane to do our good owner in! Terri Morasco: Come on, Vas … Vasco Dias: ROBERTO … LOOK OUT, I THINK THAT ONE HAS A KNIFE! Terri Morasco: That is clearly a snickers bar. Roberto is helped to his feet by the fans, but as he begins to move back over the barricade, Arcane slams an elbow into the side of his head that knocks him back to the area floor. Cable grabs Verona and then rolls him back into the ring. As soon as Verona clears the bottom rope, the referee resumes his count – but not from one … from where he left off! Seven … Eight … Cable rolls into the ring and gets right into the face of the referee who backs up a step or two. Cable turns back and lifts Roberto up for a half nelson back breaker! Cable looks like a man possessed as he pulls Verona up a second time, and then a third. Cable pulls Verona up to his feet for a fourth time executing the half Nelson back breaker that he then transitions into a cover. The referee drops into position, One … … … Two … Terri Morasco: Oh, come on now! Vasco Dias: Verona clearly kicked out, Terri Terri Morasco: Sure, after about five seconds. Vasco Dias: Out of your mind, Morasco! Out. Of. Your. Mind! {Cable Arcane is right up in the referees face demanding to know if Verona has payed him off. The referee shakes his head ‘no’, and his eyes flicker to the still grounded Verona and Cable turns on his heels, ready to end this. He marches up to Verona who quickly connects with a rake to the eyes that he follows up with a swinging neck breaker. Verona doesn’t go for the cover, instead rolling away to the corner to catch his break.}Vasco Dias: Genius, Terri! The man is a genius! Terri Morasco: Roberto Verona has been called many things in his day, but I don’t know if genius is one of them. Vasco Dias: Jelously, Terri? Green is such an ugly color on you! {Roberto Verona finally manages to catch his breath and slowly gets to his feet. He shuffles towards the still prone body of Cable and reaches down, pulling at his head until he manages to stand his opponent up. Verona shoves his finger into the face of Cable before drilling him in the belly with a hard knee and dropping him hard to the mat with a Brainwasher. Roberto pulls Cable back to his feet and Cable explodes at him. He gives Verona a stuff two-hand shove that he follows up with a spinning heel kick. With Verona doubled over, Cable grabs him and lifts him up with vertical suplex that he drops down into a double knee backbreak, thus finishing the MTS! Cable rolls to his side, laying himself across Verona as the referee takes his time kneeling and then leaning down into position. He begins his count …
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The referee signals that Verona moved his shoulder off the mat and demands Arcane separate himself.}Terri Morasco: I … I just can’t anymore … Vasco Dias: What the hell are you talking about!? Terri Morasco: I’m starting to question whether or not you’ve been payed off too, Vasco! Vasco Dias: I wish I was getting payed off for this. {This time Cable doesn’t even bother with the referee, instead his drives the heel of his boot into the belly of his boss before making his way to his legs. He lifts Verona’s legs, steps through and rolls him over, locking him into a sharpshooter!}Vasco Dias: I don’t like this, Terri Terri Morasco: Why, because Roberto has the Inquisition locked onto him or that it’s smack dab in the middle of the ring? Cable knows that there’s no way the referee can screw with this one, he’s going to either make Verona tap … or snap! {Roberto howls in pain as Cable continues to scream to the referee to ‘ASK HIM’. There’s a commotion at ring side as someone is seen running from the back. Cable doesn’t dare release the hold, but instead cinches it in tighter. The fans are on their feet as the referee turns to see himself face to face with Laura Howlett up on the apron. She grabs him by the collar, pulls him in close and whispers something to him. He steps back, drops to his knees and asks Roberto if he submits. Verona shakes his head ‘no’, but the referee kneels and signals for the ring bell as Laura hops down from the apron and snatches the microphone from the hands of Alison Valance.}Laura Howlett: Your winner, and NEW head of IWF … CAAAAABLE … ARCAAAAAAAAANE! Vasco Dias: Roberto Verona just got screwed, Terri! Terri Morasco: Did he? I mean, what the hell just happened? {Cable stands in the ring, a look of confusion on his face as Laura Howlett backs herself up the ramp, pointing at him with a smile on her face!}---------------------------------------------------------- SEGMENT ”Picking Up Brooklyn” ---------------------------------------------------------- {The camera finds Brooklyn Madrox stood in the Car Park, a bag by her side shivering in the cold, she looks left then right and then left again as her face contorts and she picks up her bag}Brooklyn Madrox: "We'll find you... Who am I kidding they aren't com...” {Her words are cut off by the sudden and violent appearance of a car black paint and roaring engine in the picture Maxine Valentine and Dean Harper currently in the vehicle as the machine comes to a rolling stop and Max looks Brooklyn up and down eyes on the bag and she cracks a smile as the trunk pops open.}Maxine Valentine: "There are sick bags back there if you need them, also have a little faith. Get in." {Brooklyn without a word otherwise dumps said bag into the trunk and closes the trunk shut before she climbs into the bag Max takes one long look behind her leans one hand on the window frame of the car and the machine takes off almost as violently as it appeared and disappears into the Pennsylvania Darkness}{The crowd grow silent as the lights go out, monks chanting can be heard, as the chanting gets louder the stage area starts to fill with smoke. Suddenly, and abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.}“BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS! Is this all what we are? SISTERS! MY SISTERS! We’ve been crushed by the fists of GOD!!!” {On the word God another pyro explodes either side of the rampway as Spike Kane appears through the smoke, to a growing roar from the crowd. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd. After a few seconds he simply heads right to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and standing right in the center of the ring, extending his arms once more, before the lights fade to normal and the music fades.}Vasco Dias: Oh boy Terri, business is about to pick up! We’re getting ready for the ultimate showdown between two of our top stars. Terri Morasco: That’s right Vasco, these two have been bashing heads since before the Roulette, and just when things looked like they were resolved….they escalated. Vasco Dias: Jacobsen brought Spike’s soon to be wife into this, what a son of a- Terri Morasco: Let’s not pretend Spike Kane is an innocent here Dias. Vasco Dias: Tell me Terri, since Andrew beat Spike, what has he done wrong? He tried to save him from a beat down, politely asked to fill Andrew’s open challenge and came out here admitting to the world that he didn’t get the job done. It was Andrew who pushed for it, Andrew who pressed those buttons! Terri Morasco: Wow Vasco, I didn’t know you cared so much. {The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Imperial Title around his waist. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a focused look on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and drags his thumb across his throat as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him. Andrew walks down the ramp, completely focused on the ring, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with the same intent gaze on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves as he waits for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: And here is the North Star! The Imperial Champion! Vasco Dias: Andrew is truly one of the most gifted wrestlers of his generation, tonight is going to be one hell of a test. If he comes out on top? It only makes his reign as champion that more special. Terri Morasco: You’re on fire tonight Vasco. Vasco Dias: This pay per view is amazing! How could I not be? Terri Morasco: No Danielle Chase tonight. It seems like Spike may already be in the champion’s head. Vasco Dias: He’s a smart man, then. Andrew threatened Pandora, and now he’s avoiding Spike responding in kind. {The referee pads both men down before Andrew hands him the Imperial Championship, all the while he and Spike never break eye contact. Alison Valance steps forwards to do the introductions.}Alison Valance: The following match is an IRON MAN MATCH for the Imperial Chaaaampionshiiiiiip! {The crowd roar with approaval as Andrew begins to step from foot to foot, shaking his hands, loosening up. Spike cracks his neck.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, the challenger! Weighing in at 235lbs, from Belfast, Northern Ireland by way of Boston Massachusetts - he is the God of Xtreme! SPIKE! KANE!! {There’s a pretty big cheer from the crowd as Spike simply crosses his arms in front of his chest, raising his head to look down at Andrew. A crowd chant of “Spike’s Gonna Kill You” begins to ring out and Spike smirks at Andrew Jacobsen.}Alison Valance: And his opponent, also weighing in at 235lbs! From Minneapolis, Minnesota, he is the North Star! The reigning….DEFENDING….Imperial Champion! AAAAAAAANDREW! JAAACOBSEEEEEEEEN! {A massive cheer from the crowd rings out as Andrew steps forward and raises an arm into the air. Immediately a “Let’s go AJ” chant starts up, and now Andrew smirks back at Spike. The referee steps forwards and holds up the championship in the air, before handing it to the timekeeper, and then calls for the bell.}DING! DING! Vasco Dias: Heeeerreee we goooooo! {As soon as the bell rings Andrew and Spike lunge out of their respect corners towards each other and begin slamming right hands into each other, neither attempting to block, just looking to do as much damage as they can.}Terri Morasco: The anticipation for this match was through the roof, and it’s clearly had an effect on both these men. They just want to tear each other apart! Vasco Dias: That’s right Terri, this won’t be a technical masterclass, this will be a test of endurance and resilience! {As Spike seems to gain the advantage in the striking battle, Andrew quickly grabs Spike’s arm and takes him down with a swift arm drag, but doesn’t let go of the hold. Instead he swings around and drops a leg drop on Spike and transitions into a triangle choke, pulling Spike up to his knees!}Vasco Dias: Smooth moves by the champ there. He knew Spike was more of a striker so he took it to the ground. Terri Morasco: Looking to get an early submission here. {Spike reaches out for the ropes, but Andrew has him well placed. The Northstar wrenches on the hold and Spike’s face begins to turn a bright red. Spike, in an act of desperation starts to try and lift Andrew up and then quickly slams him down with a quick powerbomb variation. However Andrew holds onto the hold real tight! Spike flails a little, trying to get to the ropes with his feet, but he just can’t get there.}Vasco Dias: Andrew has Spike right where he wants him, and being able to keep the hold after a powerbomb is impressive. {With the hold locked in, Andrew is gritting his teeth as he pulls, but Spike roars out loud as he lifts Andrew into the air once more, but this time he charges into the turnbuckle, slamming Andrew into it. Jacobsen releases the hold and flops in the corner as Spike falls backwards and rolls away from the champion. Both men seem to be catching their breath but neither take their eyes off of each other.}Terri Morasco: Spike realised he was in danger there and dug down deep to summon up the strength to slam Andrew into the turnbuckle. You have to ask though, how much damage is already done? Vasco Dias: Oh these two are just getting started, count on it! {As Spike staggers to his feet, Andrew snaps forwards with a skip and raises his foot looking to hit Spike with the Lights Out! BUT SPIKE DUCKS UNDER IT! Andrew turns around and….SPIKE HITS ANDREW WITH THE LIGHTS OUT!?!?! Kane falls to the mat covering Andrew.}Vasco Dias: WHAAAAAT!?! Terri Morasco: I don’t know if that is respect or disrespect but Spike just stole Andrews own move! {Spike lays on Andrew as the referee slides in for the count….ONE! …..TWO! …..NO! ANDREW KICKS OUT! Spike sits up and buries his face in his hands for a moment. Andrew rolls to his front and starts to crawl to the ropes, shaking his face, shocked that Spike hit him with his own move. Kane climbs to his feet and begins to stalk Andrew Jacobsen who pulls himself up to his feet, as he turns around Spike kicks him in the stomach and lifts him up into the air, but Jacobsen wriggles down behind him, lifting Spike up instead for the SPIKE IMPAILER!!!! ANDREW JACOBSEN DRIVES SPIKE KANE HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH THE SPIKE IMPAILER!!!!}Vasco Dias: THIS IS INSANE! Terri Morasco: Wow! These two are throwing everything at each other. {Andrew rolls to his knees, his head a little groggy, but he crawls for the cover. The referee slides through for the count…..ONE! …..TWO! …..TH-NO! SPIKE KICKS OUT! Andrew slips off of Spike, a little annoyed that Spike kicked out but not too surprised. Andrew begins to walk towards the legs of Spike and looks around to the crowd, who begin to cheer even more. Jacobsen grabs Spike’s legs and begins to lock in the Sharpshooter! Spike wriggles and writhes with a sudden urgency as Andrew struggles to try and lock it in. Kane gets to his back and pulls his legs towards him with all his strength, pulling Andrew as he gets closer, down and out through the middle rope to the ringside.}Terri Morasco: Spike knew he didn’t want to get locked in that Sharpshooter! Vasco Dias: Nobody wants to be in a sharpshooter Terri, especially one locked in by the champion. {Spike staggers to his feet, while Andrew is on all fours at ringside trying to get his bearings. The God of Xtreme looks up to the crowd who all rise to their feet in response, before Spike nods his head and hits the opposite ropes, before coming back towards Andrew who is now on his feet and Spike dives through the ropes hitting Andrew Jacobsen with a spear to the outside! Both men lay on the ground in a heap.}Vasco Dias: That! Is throwing caution to the wind! Terri Morasco: It goes to show you what is on the line here Vasco, and how much both the Imperial Title means to these guys. {The referee checks on both men, making sure they are okay and not injured as they lay on the ground, before he starts his ten count. ONE! ……….TWO! ……….THREE! ….Spike is slowly pulling himself up with the ring apron. FOUR! …..he turns to see Andrew on the floor and rolls into the ring, before stepping back out onto the apron, breaking the ten count. The referee begins to shout at him to get back into the ring, but Spike ignores him, as he waits for Andrew to get to his feet. As he does, Spike runs along the apron and dives with a crossbody BUT ANDREW CATCHES HIM! Andrew lifts Spike up onto his shoulders and then spins him…..hitting Spike with a….STEVEKO!!!!}Vasco Dias: WHAT? WHAT!? THAT’S STEVE AWESOME’S MOVE! Terri Morasco: Wow Vasco, Andrew Jacobsen just hit Spike Kane with the SteveKO! They are really pulling out all the stops. {Andrew hauls Spike back up to his feet, heaving the dead weight of the God of Xtreme back into the ring! He slides in afterwards, flopping forward into the cover! ONE! TWO! THR—NO! ANOTHER KICKOUT FROM SPIKE KANE! Andrew shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, and he hauls Spike to his feet, lacing into him with a big knife-edge chop! The strike seems to light a fire in Spike’s eyes, though, and he responds with a massive European uppercut! Andrew stumbles back, firing back with a forearm, and Spike responds by delivering a pinpoint headbutt between Andrew’s eyes, staggering the champion long enough for Spike to drive forward with a massive BLOODY SUNDAY! SPIKE FALLS FOWARD INTO THE COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE—NO! ANOTHER KICKOUT!}Vasco Dias: Huge Bloody Sunday from Spike Kane, and it almost bought him the first fall of this contest! Neither man wants to be the first to fall! Terri Morasco: Can you blame them, Vasco? These two have such anger towards each other, it’s a miracle they can even follow the rules. {Spike stomps on Andrew as he stands, screaming at him “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU THREATEN MY WIFE?!” as he lays the boots in. Delivering a final kick to the knee, Spike looks down at Andrew with a look of contempt on his face, shaking his head. A look comes across his face, and he grabs Andrew’s legs, hauling him to the center of the ring. Spike signals to the crowd, casually stepping through with one leg, and smirks as a sizable contingent boo the impending theft.}Terri Morasco: Spike is going for the Sharpshooter! Imagine the satisfaction he’d get from making Andrew submit to his own hold! Vasco Dias: Poetic justice, Terri, plain and simple. {As Spike moves to cross Andrew’s legs, though, Andrew reaches up and grabs him by the hair, hauling him into a small package! ONE! TWO! THREE! Spike kicks out a microsecond too late, eyes going wide as the bell rings!}Alison Valance: The winner of the fall, Andrew Jacobsen! Terri Morasco: WHAT A COUNTER! Jacobsen scores the first fall, and you can TELL that Spike Kane is not happy! Vasco Dias: Of course he isn’t! But it’s alright. He’s an underdog. He’s used to fighting from beneath. He’ll be fine. Terri Morasco: In what world is a Hall of Famer an underdog, Vasco? Vasco Dias: In the world where we don’t blindly worship hypocrites, Terri! Terri Morasco: Nevertheless, we have a thirty-second rest period between falls, so both men will have a chance to gather themselves. {The referee backs the two into their respective corners, Andrew wiping the corner of his mouth and Spike’s hands trembling with anger as he beckons Andrew on, ready for the next fall. The bell rings for the second fall, and immediately Spike explodes out of the corner...BUT ANDREW SURGES TO MEET HIM, POPPING HIM UP INTO THE AIR WITH THE GORDIE HOWE SPECIAL! COVER! ONE! TWO! THR—SPIKE KICKS OUT! Andrew hammers the mat in frustration now, running a hand through his hair, and looks over to the corner, a glint sparking in his eye.}Terri Morasco: We’re past the twenty minute mark here, and Andrew looks like he’s rifling around in the bag of tricks to expand on that 1-0 lead. What’s he got in mind? Vasco Dias: If he’s thinking of going up top, that could be very risky. He isn’t exactly known for his high-flying. {Indeed, Andrew hauls Spike towards a corner, turning and climbing one of the turnbuckles. Spike pops up, hammering on Andrew’s back, but Andrew fires off a back elbow, stumbling Spike and letting Andrew hop back down to the canvas. Andrew delivers a rolling chop to Spike, staggering him, and hauls him in for a big half nelson backbreaker! With his opponent firmly on the canvas, Andrew climbs to the top rope again, looking back with a glance, and takes a deep breath before leaping off with a beautiful corkscrew moonsault!
...THAT FINDS NOTHING BUT THE KNEES OF SPIKE KANE! Andrew bounces off, clutching his ribs, and Spike gets to his feet again, that wild look back in his eyes. Andrew pushes himself up to a knee, and Spike charges, drilling him across the jaw with the KIDD KICK! Spike covers, hooking both legs! ONE! TWO! THREE!}Alison Valance: The winner of this fall, Spike Kane! Terri Morasco: And just like that, Spike Kane evens things up with a move out of his son’s playbook! We’ve been seeing quite the deep dive from both men here tonight, Vasco. Vasco Dias: In a situation like this, with a title like the Imperial Championship at stake, you don’t want to limit yourself to just your own playbook. You take whatever you can, to do whatever it takes to win, and that sort of resourcefulness just gave Spike Kane his first fall. {The referee separates the two again, and Spike obliges, Andrew pulling himself up by the ropes. The bell rings again, and both men approach cautiously, shooting in for a lock-up. They jockey for an advantage, but both men being evenly matched means that neither one can find an advantage. Andrew manages to spin into a standing wristlock, wrenching on Spike’s right arm. Spike struggles against the hold, firing a big left into Andrew’s midsection. He follows with a second, and a third, loosening Andrew’s grip, and yanks his hand free, leaping and connecting with an enzuigiri! Andrew wobbles on his feet, stumbling, and Spike kicks him in the gut, doubling him over and hooking him for a big fisherman’s suplex! Spike bridges! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Another big move, and we’re eating up the clock here, with neither man able to seize a decisive lead. Vasco Dias: There’s still plenty of match left, Terri, don’t you worry. {Both men are up, and Spike lays into Andrew with a huge left hand. Andrew stumbles back, returning fire with a European uppercut of his own, followed by a big kick to the gut and a snap DDT that drills Spike face-first into the mat! Andrew rolls quickly into the cover! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Spike is right back to his feet, though, nostrils flaring. He swings wildly again, and Andrew ducks, scooping him up in a fireman’s carry again! The crowd roars, recognizing the setup for the SteveKO this time, but Spike volleys elbows into the side of Andrew’s head, giving him room to maneuver. Andrew struggles with Spike, unrelenting, so Spike changes tack, reaching forward and raking Jacobsen’s eyes! Andrew drops Spike, clutching his face, and Spike takes advantage of the opening to boot Andrew in the gut and quickly leaps forward, hooking his head and SPIKING HIM WITH THE WINGS OF LIBERTY! Spike hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE! Spike pops up in shock, running a hand through his hair as the referee raises his hand.}Alison Valance: The winner of the fall, Spike Kane! Terri Morasco: A bit of a dubious path, but Spike Kane has picked up the lead over Andrew Jacobsen with just under thirty minutes remaining! Vasco Dias: You can shut up with your dubious path, Terri! He’s doing what it takes to be Imperial Champion! That’s what winners do, and that’s what the God of Xtreme does! {Spike gets to his feet, laughing, and grabs Andrew by the jaw, slapping him. He hauls Andrew up from the canvas, delivering another slap, and as Andrew stumbles back Spike drives a boot into Andrew’s gut, going for the THUNDERSTRUCK! NO! Andrew pushes off, Spike circling back immediately only for Andrew to duck under and load Spike up in a uranage position!}Vasco Dias: KNITES OF THE ROUND! HE’S GOING FOR THE KNITES OF THE ROUND! {Spike, though, has the move scouted, elbowing out quickly. Andrew stumbles back, and Spike goes for the boot to the gut again. Andrew catches this one, shaking his head, and Spike leaps for an enzuigiri! Andrew ducks under, letting Spike crash to the mat, and drags him down into an STF, roaring as he clamps the hold on! Spike quickly struggles towards the ropes, elbowing forward just enough to grab them, and Andrew keeps the hold clamped on, milking until the four and a half mark of the five count before releasing the hold and glaring down at Spike.}Terri Morasco: Andrew showing some uncharacteristic behavior here, first with the attempt at the Knites of the Round and then with that break. Is Spike starting to get to him? Vasco Dias: Spike got to him a long time ago, and he’s just too damn stubborn to admit it! {Andrew beckons Spike to his feet, shouting at Spike to get up. The dazed Irishman forces his feet underneath himself, turning to stand, and Andrew lands a vicious kick to Spike’s gut, hooking him into a front facelock and slinging Spike’s arm over his shoulder. Andrew yanks Spike up, looking for the ORANGE CRUSH! NO! SPIKE TWISTS MIDAIR OUT OF THE SUPLEX, CATCHING ANDREW’S HEAD WITH THE DIAMOND CUTTER AS THE CROWD EXPLODES! Both men are down!}Terri Morasco: DIAMOND CUTTER! CENTER OF THE RING! Vasco Dias: Spike needs to make the cover! COVER HIM NOW! {Spike drags himself into the cover, clutching his back! ONE! TWO! THREE—NO! ANDREW KICKS OUT AT THE LAST MILLISECOND! Spike hammers the mat, standing up and getting in the ref’s face. The referee insists that Andrew kicked out in time, and Spike shakes his head in disgust, shouting at the official one more time before turning back to Andrew. He hauls Jacobsen up, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and hurling him to the ropes to pop him up for the BLOOD GOD’S WRATH!
AND ANDREW TWISTS MIDAIR, DRIVING SPIKE’S FACE INTO THE CANVAS WITH THE FAMEACER! Andrew covers! ONE! TWO! THREE—NO! ANOTHER NARROW KICKOUT BY SPIKE KANE!}Terri Morasco: And yet ANOTHER near-fall from Andrew Jacobsen! He’s got to get that fall soon, or it’s going to be hard to make up the ground! Vasco Dias: Spike’s holding onto that tie with an iron-fisted grip! This is what happens when you anger a God, Terri. {Andrew staggers over to Spike again, grabbing his legs for the Sharpshooter. Spike pushes off, sending Andrew staggering into the ropes. Spike charges at Andrew, who uses the ropes to get his boots up into Spike’s jaw. Andrew takes off from the ropes, ducking under a wild lariat from Kane, and lunges in for a spear of his own! AND HE’S MET WITH A HUGE KNEE STRIKE FROM SPIKE! Andrew staggers on spaghetti legs, and Spike takes the opening to roar in with a thunderous BK BACKFIST! Spike drops into the cover! ONE! TWO! THRE—KICKOUT! BUT SPIKE CATCHES ANDREW’S ARM AS HE KICKS OUT AND THREADS INTO THE ALL HOPE IS LOST!}Terri Morasco: Shades of Spike’s brother, the late Brad Kane with that backfist, and he’s got Andrew trapped in the All Hope Is Lost! Is this enough? Is Andrew gonna tap?! Vasco Dias: CHOKE HIM OUT, SPIKE! ASSERT YOUR DOMINANCE! {Andrew struggles against the hold, kicking underneath himself and trying to break free of the hold. Spike is relentless, though, hauling back on the hold with a vicious, wild-eyed look on his face. Andrew begins to fade, eyes fluttering, and Spike laughs, shaking his head. Spike hauls back on the hold one more time...AND ANDREW SURGES UNDERNEATH SPIKE, PINNING HIS SHOULDERS TO THE MAT! ONE! TWO! ANDREW TAPS JUST AS THE REF COUNTS THREE! Spike releases the hold, looking to the ref, and Andrew lays on the mat, coughing and clutching his throat as the referee moves over to speak to Alison Valance, who nods and raises her microphone.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that Andrew Jacobsen submitted at the same time as the count on Spike Kane was completed. Therefore, both men are awarded a fall! Terri Morasco: A double fall! But that still leaves Spike one fall ahead! Andrew’s only got twenty minutes to go, he needs to work fast if he wants to make up the ground! Vasco Dias: Did you see that?! DID YOU SEE THAT?! The unbreakable Andrew Jacobsen just tapped out! Not so tough, is he?! {Andrew coughs, spluttering as he pulls himself to his feet. Spike hauls Andrew to his feet, laying in a few more forearm shots, and whips Andrew to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a nasty tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Andrew clutches at his back, letting out a groan of agony, and Spike follows up with a nasty knee drop, sandwiching Andrew’s head against the mat. Spike looks to the corner, a vicious look in his eyes, and he heads to the turnbuckle, cracking his neck as he begins his ascent.}Terri Morasco: Is Spike thinking the Burning Star?! If he hits this here, it might put Andrew into a hole he can’t come back from! Vasco Dias: Desperate times, Terri. Desperate. Times! {Spike summits the turnbuckle, making a cutthroat motion with his thumb, and leaps off with the BURNING STAR! AND HE MEETS CANVAS! Andrew rolled out of the way just in time! Both men are down, Andrew holding his head and Spike his midsection. The referee begins his count again. ONE! TWO! Andrew pushes a knee underneath himself, and Spike gets to his elbows. THREE! FOUR! Spike reaches out, grabbing a nearby rope, and Andrew tries to push up, stumbling under his own weight. FIVE! SIX! Spike hauls himself up to the top rope, shaking his head, and Andrew grits his teeth, planting his foot again. SEVEN! EIGHT! Andrew pushes himself to a standing position as Spike gets up again, both men turning to lock eyes from halfway across the ring. With renewed vigor, both men charge in again, exchanging hammering strikes as if nothing had happened!}Terri Morasco: Hate is a powerful motivator, and these two are going right back at it! Vasco Dias: The most powerful, second only to greed, and both of these men hate each other and want the Imperial Championship. Neither man wants to walk out the loser here tonight, and they will give everything they have to ensure it doesn’t happen! {The two flurry shots back and forth, Spike winning out with a brutal European uppercut before he nails his own boot to the gut and hooks Andrew, looking for the SPIKE IMPAILER! Andrew shoots a knee down into Spike’s head, though, and floats over, landing behind Spike and leaping to bring him down with a crucifix WHICH HE ROLLS THROUGH INTO THE HANGMAN’S CLUTCH! It’s Spike’s turn to be trapped in the hold, struggling and clawing at Andrew’s hands in an attempt to break. Andrew’s grip is ironclad, though, and he roars mightily as he hauls back on the submission!}Terri Morasco: Spike’s locked in a submission hold this time! Is he going to give up?! Vasco Dias: His pride won’t let him! Not like this! {Spike pushes under himself, trying to roll Andrew over and back into a pinning combination, but Andrew sees the tactic coming, rolling with Spike and maintaining the ripping, vicious hold! Spike looks to the ropes, but sees them far out of reach. Reluctantly, slowly, he closes his eyes, slapping the mat in frustration! Andrew releases the hold as the bell rings, rocking back onto his knees in triumph.}Alison Valance: The winner of the fall, Andrew Jacobsen! Terri Morasco: Andrew has tied it all up with under fifteen minutes to go, and I have been informed that this is not a situation where a draw will help the champion! If we’re tied at the end of regulation, there will be a sudden death overtime! There MUST be a winner! Vasco Dias: Spike knew that he needed his strength for this last stretch. If he got himself hurt, he’d be jeopardizing his chances. Better to submit than be injured. {The referee separates both men, ushering them back to their corners, and when the bell rings again both men fly out with a sense of reckless abandon, Spike ducking under an Andrew clothesline and springboarding off the middle rope with a modified Asai moonsault! He quickly spins around, mounting Andrew and raining punches down on him! Andrew catches one of the punches, twisting it into a modified keylock, and Spike quickly breaks that with a vicious elbow to the bridge of Andrew’s nose! Andrew releases the hold, clutching his nose, and Spike stands up, hitting the ropes and meeting Andrew with a quick dropkick to the face as he sits up! Spike covers! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Spike’s out for blood there, and I think he may have gotten it with that elbow! Vasco Dias: He could bleed out in the middle of the ring for all Spike cares, just as long as his shoulders stay down. That’s what’s important right now! {Spike gets to his feet, shaking out his hands, and he hauls Andrew to his feet again. Andrew’s nose is in fact busted open, blood dripping from his nostrils, and Spike laughs, dipping his fingers in Andrew’s blood and smearing it across his own face. Andrew’s eyes flare, and he rears back, planting a headbutt between Spike’s eyes! Spike stumbles back, and Andrew hammers him with a right hand! Another! Andrew hits a huge uppercut, spinning Spike around, and wraps him up in a rear waistlock, dragging him over with a German suplex! Gritting his teeth, Andrew hauls him up and drills Spike with a second! Hauling back to his feet, Andrew sets for the third German in the HAT TRICK, but Spike throws his head back, connecting with Andrew’s nose again and turning the trickle into a full-blown geyser! Andrew lets go of the waistlock, clutching his face, and Spike spins, connecting with a boot to the gut and delivering the THUNDERSTRUCK! COVER! ONE! TWO! THREE! Spike sits up, eyes wild and a feral, bloody grin on his face.}Alison Valance: The winner of the fall, Spike Kane! Terri Morasco: And Spike seizes the lead again! Andrew’s back in the hole! Vasco Dias: He’s got this. He just needs to hold the lead. HOLD ON, DAMMIT! {Spike pulls Andrew up by the hair, but Andrew lunges forward, taking Spike to the mat with a double leg takedown and hammering forearms into Spike’s face. Andrew sneezes, a bloody glob flying from his nose, and he wipes it off, shaking his head. Andrew grabs Spike by the hair this time, lacing into him with a quartet of European uppercuts. Spike hits a headbutt of his own, grabbing the stunned Andrew and whipping him to the ropes. Spike hits the opposite side of the ring, coming off with the BLOODY SUNDAY! NO! Andrew ducks underneath, hitting the ropes and coming screaming in at high velocity with the BROOKLYN HANGOVER lariat! He covers Spike! ONE! TWO THR—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Brooklyn Hangover! Straight out of the playbook of IWF trainer Emma Danielson, and it almost bought that lead off for Andrew! Vasco Dias: We’ve seen that move win titles before, it almost did so again. Spike won’t stay down, though! {Spike rolls back to his feet, firing a body blow off and staggering Andrew. He follows up with a European uppercut, spinning into a rear waistlock and popping Andrew over with a German suplex of his own! Andrew bounds back up onto his feet, stumbling around, and Spike grins, measuring Andrew and leaping up as Andrew turns around to catch him with the BEAT DROP! Spike drops into the cover! ONE! TWO! THRE—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Beat Drop from Spike Kane! Andrew went to his friend’s well, and now Spike bringing out his fiancée’s finishing move! Vasco Dias: Looks like all those grappling sessions paid off, eh Terri? Terri Morasco: That could get you murdered, Vasco. That could get you very murdered. {Spike reaches down to grab Andrew, but Andrew yanks him over with a swift arm drag, buying himself some valuable space. Andrew grits his teeth, shaking his head as he stands up. He grabs Spike by the wrist, whipping him to the ropes and dipping his head. Spike hits an upkick to Andrew’s face, hauling him back in, and hooks him for the SPIKE IMPAILER! NO! Andrew kicks his feet, flailing against the move, and plants his feet, flinging Spike overhead with the BOREALIS! Spike bounces off the canvas, turning around into a desperation LIGHTS OUT! Andrew falls forward! ONE! TWO! THREE! Andrew rolls to the side, chest heaving with exertion as the blood rolls down his face.}Alison Valance: The winner of the fall, Andrew Jacobsen! Terri Morasco: And we’re tied up, 4-4, with only five minutes to go! One of these men needs a fall, and they need it soon! Vasco Dias: These thirty-second rest periods are cutting into things. The tension is so thick in the air, it’s almost as thick as your mother. WHO WILL WIN OUT?! Terri Morasco: Oi! {Andrew and Spike are ushered back into their corners, both men’s eyes glazed with anger and fatigue. The bell rings, and they stagger back out, Spike lunging into Andrew with a right hand. Andrew returns the favor, and both men continue to trade shots back and forth, almost operating on base instinct. Andrew blocks a right hand, shoving it aside, and rears back, firing off another LIGHTS OUT! NO! Spike catches the kick, spinning Andrew out, and kicking Andrew in the gut to set up another THUNDERSTRUCK! NO! Andrew shoves him off desperately, sending him chest-first into the top rope and rebounding back into a half-nelson suplex! Spike bounces up to his knees, Andrew dropping to his own, and both men stare at each other dazedly, trying to gather themselves!}Terri Morasco: Two and a half minutes to go! Almost there! Vasco Dias: This has been an absolute WAR! {Andrew lunges forward to deliver a forearm, but he can’t quite make it across, flopping face-first onto the mat. Spike shakes his head, chuckling to himself, and he coughs, thumping his chest as he forces himself to stand. He drags Andrew up, delivering a nasty open-handed slap! Andrew’s head rocks back, and he slowly turns his head back to Spike, a foul look on his face. Spike fires one off again, and this time Andrew stumbles again. Spike lunges in with another BK BACKFIST! NO! ANDREW CATCHES HIS HAND! He slowly pries Spike’s fingers open, struggling with Spike...AND GRABS HIS FINGERS WITH BOTH HANDS, SNAPPING SPIKE’S FINGERS WITH A VICIOUS YANK! Spike stumbles back, jaw dropping in agony, and Andrew hauls him over with a spinebuster, stepping through and locking in the SHARPSHOOTER!}Terri Morasco: SHARPSHOOTER! NINETY SECONDS! THIS IS DO-OR-DIE TIME FOR ANDREW JACOBSEN! Vasco Dias: CAN HE DO IT?! CAN HE DO IT?! {Andrew sits back on the hold, wrenching it viciously as Spike thrashes and strains against Andrew’s grip. Spike reaches towards the ropes, desperately elbowing forward as he tries to find some purchase. Andrew tries to drag him forward, but Spike arches his back briefly, tapping Andrew’s chest with his feet and getting a few inches more of purchase. Spike claws towards the ropes, reaching out in desperation...but he pulls his hand back, agony written on his face as he clutches at his hand!}Terri Morasco: Whatever Andrew did to Spike’s fingers, it’s keeping him from extending his hand fully! He can’t reach the ropes! Vasco Dias: You’ve got this, Spike! HOLD ON! {Andrew drags Spike forward a few inches again, but Spike’s left hand lashes out, seizing the bottom rope! Andrew immediately lets go, and Spike hauls himself up as the crowd begins to count down with the timer! TEN!
NINE! Spike delivers a huge right hand!
EIGHT! Andrew retaliates with a discus chop!
SEVEN! Spike connects with a headbutt! Both men are standing!
SIX! Spike goes for the BLOODY SUNDAY!
FIVE! Andrew catches his foot, spinning him and connecting with the LIGHTS OUT!
FOUR! ANDREW COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! The bell rings, and then it does so again a moment later, and Andrew rolls to the side, a barely-conscious wreck, as “Unbreakable” booms over the PA.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, with a final score of five falls to four, and STIIIILLLL IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION, ANDREEEEEEW JACOBSEEEEEEN! Terri Morasco: HE DID IT! ANDREW DID IT! Andrew Jacobsen has pulled out a miracle here, and he is STILL the Imperial Champion! Vasco Dias: What a match. What a fucking match. What an insane fucking match. Pardon my profanity, but essa partida foi tao bruta, você poderia ganhar um Oscar para um filme sobre isso. Terri Morasco: I don’t even speak Portuguese, and I agree with every word you just said. What a goddamn match. {Andrew is hauled up to his feet by the referee, the Imperial Championship pressed into his chest. He clutches the belt, looking down at it with a dazed expression on his face, and then looks over to Spike, who’s stirring on the mat, frustration already writ across his face. Andrew stumbles over, offering a hand to Spike. Spike looks up at Andrew, and a long stare is held between the two. Finally, reluctantly, Spike reaches up, taking Andrew’s hand, and Andrew yanks him to his feet. The two men hold their gaze for a moment longer before Andrew shakes Spike’s hand, nodding, and turns to leave the ring, giving Spike the spotlight. Spike looks around at the crowd, shaking his head as the crowd erupts in chants of “THAT WAS AWE-SOME!” and “THANK YOU SPIKE! THANK YOU SPIKE!” The pay-per-view fades out on the image of Spike Kane standing in the middle of the ring, the crowd chanting his name.}
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