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Post by Riley Gordon on Dec 20, 2017 6:01:28 GMT
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Bourbon Street Saints vs Spencer Family
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following tag-team match is scheduled for ONE fall! Terri Morasco: We are seeing the return of the Spencer Family and the debut of a new tag team from here in New Orleans. Vasco Dias: It’ll be interesting of the new guys can really deliver on the trash they were talking. {The thudding instrumental drumbeat of “Black Skinhead” pounds from the PA as Nick Hunter and Nate Harris walk through the curtain, Nick immediately running over to the edge of the stage and riling the crowd up as Nate cracks his neck, a smirk on his face. Nick runs over to the other side of the stage, working the crowd some more, and Nate begins to walk down the ramp, Nick running to catch up with him as he continues to talk a mile a minute at the fans.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, from the Big Easy, at a combined weight of 410 pounds, the team of Nick Hunter and Nate Harris, the Bourbon Street Saints! {Nick fistbumps someone in the crowd, leaping up onto the apron as Nate climbs the steps. Nick slingshots over the top into the ring, landing on his feet and talking even more trash as Nate steps between the ropes, settling back into their corner. Nick walks in a circle in the ring, continuing to rile the crowd as he makes his way back to Nate, dropping his voice and beginning to talk strategy as the music fades.}Terri Morasco: Well, they certainly seem excited to be here. Vasco Dias: The hometown crowd seems excited to see them. Alison Valance: And their opponents, representing the Spencer Family and being accompanied to the ring by Spencer, and Buck, at a combined weight of 411 pounds, Ricky and Jeb Spencer! {The lights dim to an orange glow as flames spread across the Imperitron while the guitars and drums of Avenged Seveonfolds "Shepherd of Fire" begin to kick in, shadowy figures walk in front of the flames before the song really kicks in and a flame fire kicks off revealing the Spencer Family standing at the top of the stage, with Buck and Spencer in the front, and Jeb and Ricky standing on either side of their brothers. The four of them make their way to the ring as the arena is still darkened out, lit only by the flow of flames.}Terri Morasco: I had forgotten how uncomfortable their entrance makes me. Vasco Dias: Could be worse. At least no one is appearing out of thin air. {As the lights turn up in the stadium Ricky is standing in the ring with Jeb standing on the outside. The rest of the Spencer Family stand around the ring. Buck seems to be glaring daggers at Nick and Nate who are discussing casually at the other end of the ring.}Vasco Dias: Are they...are they just chatting right now? Terri Morasco: Apparently. {Nick and Nate do a quick game of paper, rock, scissors which Nick wins with paper to Nate’s rock. Nate shrugs and exits the ring waiting on the outside before taking off his tank top and leaning on the ropes with a smirk.}Terri Morasco: Oh...oh that’s...quite a view... Vasco Dias: Terri? {The bell goes off and Nick runs across the ring, flying into a leaping forearm strike in the corner and hitting Ricky square in the face. Ricky drops and Nick steps back with a large shit-eating grin on his face, glancing back at Nate who shakes his head slightly trying to hide the smile. Nick gestures at the crowd who cheer. Ricky gets up and charges at Nick. Unfortunately, he catches a high back elbow to the face, dropping again.}Vasco Dias: Terri! Terri Morasco: Right! Uh, Nick Hunter seems to know how to counter everything Ricky is tossing his way, doesn’t he? Vasco Dias: You finished ogling his tag partner? Terri Morasco: Shut up Vasco. {Nick laughs before dropping a standing leg drop onto Ricky. Spencer is pounding on the mat while Buck is screaming more things at Jeb who looks between him and Ricky in the ring, unsure what to do.}Terri Morasco: If Ricky doesn’t figure out how to stop reacting to Nick Hunter’s playing with him this is going to be a short match. {Nick goes for the pin.
1…
KICK OUT}Vasco Dias: And the less time you get to gawk? Terri Morasco: One time. Once. {Rising up from the mat Ricky glares at Nick who smiles at him mockingly. Ricky tries to punch him but Nick dodges out of the way, hitting Ricky with a Saints Go Marching when Ricky bounces back.}Vasco Dias: The crowd is enjoying this. Terri Morasco: Can you blame them? {Nick shrugs going to the pin, only to catch a kick to the chest sending him back slightly. Ricky leaps off the mat and starts hitting Nick with a flurry of punches sending him into the corner with a loud thud almost knocking Nate off the apron. As the ref yells at Ricky to back off Nate managed to lift himself back up looking pissed off. He looks at Nick for a quick moment before tagging in.}Terri Morasco: It’ll be interesting to see how things change with the change in partners. {While Ricky’s distracted with the referee, Nick slips out to the apron quietly, Nate stepping in and cracking his neck. Ricky turns around, jumping back a step as he sees the change in opponent. Nate waves at him, wiggling his fingers with a smirk on his face. Ricky charges, swinging wildly, and Nate smoothly rolls under the strike, coming up and nailing a beautiful dropkick! Ricky ends up driven back into the corner, and Nate hooks one of his arms, winding up and hurling the shorter man back into the center of the ring with a huge biel toss! Ricky bounces to his feet, clutching his back, and charges again, only to end up on the receiving end of the BAD IDEA tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Nate quickly drops into the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: What athleticism from Nate Harris! What incredible form! Vasco Dias: You’re barking up the wrong tree, Terri. Terri Morasco: I’m complimenting his skill in the ring, Vasco. Besides, that hasn’t stopped you before. {Nate cracks his neck, stalking Ricky to the center of the ring and taking a moment to bask in the crowd’s cheers before hauling his opponent back to his feet. Nate cracks Ricky in the jaw with an open-handed slap, grabbing his arm and torquing it into an arm-wrench before whipping him into a neutral corner. Nate charges in, landing a shoulder thrust to Ricky’s midsection, and hammers away with a few more thrusts. He wraps his arms around Ricky’s waist, looking for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Ricky quickly reaches up and rakes Nate’s eyes, breaking his grip and causing Nate to stumble back as Nick shouts from the apron “HEY! DON’T HURT THE MERCHANDISE!”}Vasco Dias: You have to respect the resourcefulness of Ricky Spencer there, getting out of a dangerous situation. Terri Morasco: Do I, Vasco? Do I really? Vasco Dias: I do, and that’s what matters here. {Ricky takes advantage of the opening to stagger to his corner, tagging in his brother Jeb. Jeb slips between the ropes, cracking his knuckles, and immediately charges, nailing a huge forearm to the back of Nate’s shoulder. Nate’s bowled over, clutching at his shoulder, and Jeb stomps away furiously at his knee before the referee steps in, shoving him back. Jeb takes a few steps back, hands up defensively, but bulls past the ref again to land another stomp before grabbing Nate’s arm and twisting it into a wristlock, dragging him to his feet and towards the Spencers’ corner. Buck shouts at Jeb from the floor, and he nods, tagging in Ricky. Jeb steps to the apron, still holding Nate’s arm, and Ricky slingshots in, delivering an overhand chop to the shoulder! Nate clutches at his arm again, stumbling back, and Ricky snapmares him from behind, immediately locking in a half nelson chinlock on the bad shoulder!}Vasco Dias: And here’s where the familial bond of the Spencers comes into play. When you have four minds...well, three and a half...on one side that know each other as well as the Spencers do, it’s hard to overcome that level of strategy. Terri Morasco: Let’s not discount the Saints here. I’ve been told Nick and Nate have known each other since childhood, and when you voluntarily associate with someone for that long, it has to mean something pretty special. {Ricky wrenches on the hold, bearing all of his weight down on the bad shoulder joint. Nick shouts encouragement from the apron, and Ricky bears down on the hold almost in response, hurling verbal abuse at Nick. Nick looks like he’s about to enter the ring, but pauses halfway through the ropes, getting a glint in his eye and shaking his head. He turns to the crowd, shouting “WHO DAT?!” and getting a response in kind. Nick grins, nodding, and begins to pound on the top turnbuckle, leading the New Orleans crowd in a chant of “WHO DAT?! WHO DAT?! WHO DAT SAY THEY GONNA BEAT DEM SAINTS?!” Nate begins struggling towards his feet, unable to keep a grin from his own face even through the pain.}Terri Morasco: Last night we put on Diamonds are Forever from the Superdome here in New Orleans, and tonight we get a tribute to that stadium’s NFL team from Nick Hunter to fire up his partner! This crowd is loving it! Vasco Dias: You call that football?! Bah. Just goes to show how uncultured this city is. Terri Morasco: Vasco, do you ever get out of your little bubble? Vasco Dias: Why would I? It’s comfortable in here. {Nate struggles to his feet, using his free arm to elbow back into Ricky’s gut. He nails a second elbow, loosening Ricky’s grip, then a third, then a fourth. Ricky releases his grip on Nate, clutching his stomach, and Nate shakes out his arm, wincing. Ricky recovers quickly, though, and goes for another wild swing which Nate quickly sidesteps, reaching back and hooking Ricky for a neckbreaker which he spins out into a DDT to complete the BIG FUN! Both men crash to the canvas, Ricky clutching his neck and Nate his arm as their partners reach for the tag! Both men slowly roll to their stomach, inching towards their corners, and Jeb’s long arms allow him to tag in first...BUT NATE DOUBLES HIS FEET UNDERNEATH HIMSELF AND SPRINGS FORWARD TO TAG IN NICK HUNTER AS THE CROWD GOES WILD!}Terri Morasco: HERE WE GO! Vasco Dias: Oh no, he looks fired up! {Nick immediately leaps to the top rope, springboarding in with a massive clothesline that takes him almost halfway across the ring to drop Jeb Spencer! He rolls to his feet, popping up with the LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL clothesline to knock Ricky off the apron, and spins back around on his heels to face Jeb again! Jeb swings with a right and Nick blocks it, quickly hitting a leaping enzuigiri! Jeb stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing back into a right jab from Nick, followed by a left hook. Nick nails a low kick, following up with a spinning backfist, and takes a moment to let out a loud “YAYEE-YAYEE!” before whirling and leveling Jeb with a discus clothesline to complete the BOURBON STREET BLITZ! Nick drops into a cover! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Nick Hunter ROLLING with that tag, and it almost paid off with a win! Vasco Dias: He’s got a lot of energy, I’ll admit that, but it’s going to take more than a few big moves to put down the Spencers. {Nick looks over to the corner, shouting to Nate, who nods and reaches out his hand. Nick hauls Jeb back to his feet, dragging him over to the Saints’ corner, and tags in Nate. Nate steps between the ropes, looking at Nick for a moment, and both men step back, teeing off on Jeb with a double superkick! Jeb’s rocked, and Nate quickly doubles him over with a spin kick to the gut, hooking him into suplex position. He lifts Jeb up, and Nate grabs Jeb from the other side, both Saints sitting out to spike Jeb’s head into the canvas with the CANONIZATION! Nate covers, hooking the leg! ONE!
Ricky charges into the ring, leaping at Nate to try to break the count, but Nick’s there to intercept him, catching him in a scoop lift and planting him with the YOUNG MONEY MAKER powerbomb!
TWO! THREE! Nate jumps to his feet, grinning as the bell rings!}Alison Valance: Here are your winners via pinfall, the Bourbon Street Saints! Terri Morasco: And an early Christmas present here for the Bourbon Street Saints, victorious in their debut and looking good doing it! Vasco Dias: While I’m not window-shopping like you are, Terri, I have to admit it was an impressive debut. These two could go places in this company if they perform like this every time. {Nick and Nate high-five each other, pulling in for a quick hug before breaking and climbing both neutral turnbuckles to rile the crowd. Jeb and Ricky roll to the floor in pain, Buck shaking his head at them and at the Saints while Spencer Spencer just stares a hole in the ring. The Saints pay them no mind, playing to the crowd before hopping back down and high-fiving again on their way out of the ring.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Jack’s Christmas Message”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The crowd cheers as we see the image of Jack Gaither on the big screen as he sits on the living room couch in his farmhouse near Fredericksburg, Texas. We see a small Christmas tree in the background as Jack takes a sip from a can of real-sugar Dr. Pepper. He clears his throat before gently placing said soda can on the coffee table in front of him.}Jack Gaither: My friends...for the last few weeks or so, you've been readin' about a bad break. Tonight and beyond, as Christmastime approaches...I consider myself the most blessed man on the face of this earth. Nine years ago...I got into a wrestlin' business rife with egos and opportunists on all sides, but as my travels took from town to town, from country to country...I have gotten nothin' else except love, joy, and kindness from you, the fans. {The fans cheer as Jack takes another sip before deciding to hold onto his drink.}Jack Gaither: When ya look around...wouldn't you consider it an honor and a thrill to be standin' in the same ring, in a buildin' like this, with some of the best this gig has to offer on a weekly basis? Yeah...I'm blessed to have done so. Shoot, when ya think of guys like Tristan "Nighthawk" McDaniel, Spike Kane, Alex Jones, or Andrew Jacobsen...wouldn't y'all consider it a thrill to meet them and learn from them about this craft? Yeah...I've been blessed to have done so. {Jack smiles, closing his eyes as the fans watching the video start up a loud "Gaither!" chant.}Jack Gaither: When Spike--a man you'd give an arm and a leg to whip his ass and vice versa--sends ya words of encouragement about bein' a survivor...that's somethin'. When you have parents that, even though they didn't get to see ya grow into a man, worked their butts off so that you can have a good education and make your bones stronger....that's a blessin'. When ya have a mentor whose greatest passion in life was to see the good in everyone...that's amazin'. When ya have a wife that's been a rock in your life, a tower of great strength who has shown more courage under fire, more grace and class under pressure, than you ever dreamed existed...that is the ultimate blessin' I can ever, ever have in my life--the finest I will ever, ever know. {An even louder "Fifi!" chant ensues as we see tears streaming from Jack's eyes, his lips quivering as he continues to convey his message.}Jack Gaither: I wanna close by sayin' this, from my heart to yours. I remember a l'il somethin' that Sean Lee taught mine and Fi's student Sarah...this ain't just about what you're doin' for a livin', it's about life OUTSIDE your craft as well. It's very easy to feel confident when you're out there smackin' people with chairs or teachin' kids about "twice times" or where Japan is located on a map, but it's a helluva lot harder to keep that confidence whenever somethin' goes wrong and ya can't control it. Thing is, ya should never be careless yet never be TOO careful--'cuz ya can't be afraid to lose either way. That's how ya gain the confidence you need to get back up and keep on doin' what ya love doin' the most...even if you're feelin' as if you ain't in control. That's how you win in life and become...a real Champion. {The crowd roared with approval, watching on the screen as Jack wiped away the tears from his face. The cheers continued as he reached up to the top of his head and pulled up to reveal that he'd been wearing a wig. We now see Jack Gaither as a bald man, his natural hair wiped out by his radiation treatments. Yet that didn't stop him from smiling, the grin on his visage growing wider by the second as he threw the black wig off to the side and took a swig from his soda.}Jack Gaither: I know I've been given a bad break, one of many throughout my life...but I've got a helluva lot to live for. May God bless each and every one of you...and have a truly Merry Christmas. Thank you. {Jack bowed his head and smiled, his eyes twinkling with a peaceful aura, as the screen fades to black with the fans standing and applauding as one.}----------------------------------------------------------
CHAMPION VS CHAMPION
SHOWCASE MATCH
Spike Kane vs Dean Harper
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Champions Showcase Match! {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!!!” Alison Valance: Introducing first, from Boston Mass, weighing in at 245 pounds... he is the IWF INVICTUS CHAMPION... SPIIIIIKE KAAAAANE!!!! {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.}Terri Morasco: Spike Kane is definitely looking to make an impact on the Pack tonight. Vasco Dias: He made an impact last week by debuting the Watchdogs, but now he's definitely looking to handle things personally. Time for the Blood God to wipe that smile off of Harper's face! Alison Valance: And his opponent, from- Dean Harper: Stop right there, Valance! {Dean Harper has sauntered onto the ramp, but his entrance music isn't playing. The other members of The Pack follow behind him, one by one - last of them being Rowan MacDonnough herself, reunited with her family at last to a loud - but mixed - reaction. Dean is holding a mic in his hand, and is wearing standard street clothes rather than anything that he might wear in ring.}Terri Morasco: Oh god, what are they doing? Dean Harper: My Lady has rejoined us, Spike, and has thus taken her rightful place as the head of our family... but given that this is the Christmas Special, she was kind enough to give me one... final bit of farewell, a last act as Pack Alpha, as it were. Because you see, Spike, I'd been working on something very special, just for you, and she felt that I deserved to be the one to give you this... very... special... gift. Vasco Dias: A gift? I don't want to know what these freaks have in mind for a Christmas Present, but I hope I'm not on their list! Dean Harper: You see, Spike... I don't just want to fight you. I don't just want to beat you. I don't just want to show everyone in the IWF universe that you're a fading dream running quickly out of gas. There was a time that making you bleed in that ring was enough for me, Spike, but now? After that... stunt you pulled? After you worked to tear our family apart? No, no after that, Spike, I wanted to make you suffer. I needed a way to grab you by the throat and force you to look all of your pain, all of your misdeeds in the eyes... and burn before them. Spike Kane: Then stop talking and get to it! {The crowd cheers, but Harper only chuckles.}Dean Harper: Careful what you wish for, Spike. If you want me to get to it I'm more than happy to... but unfortunately for me, that means that you and I won't be fighting in that ring tonight. Terri Morasco: What?!? Dean Harper: It wasn't easy to admit to myself, Spike, but I realized that no matter how much I try, I'm never going to be the one to bring you that... true... visceral suffering. See, I've studied your whole storied career, and if there's one fundamental truth I've learned about you, it's that the best way to hurt a Kane... {The opening chimes of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold begin to play as the Pack steps aside to make room for a silhouetted figure behind them, and the people in the crowd - realizing what's about to happen - begin to lose their minds.}Dean Harper: ... IS WITH A KANE! "NIGHTMAAAAAAAARRRREEEE! Now your nightmare comes to life!" {As the song kicks in the tron explodes to life with a quick pyro as red and white strobe lights begin to flash. Warren Kane comes to the front of the stage and brings his arms up infront of his chest before extending them outwards and upwards creating a reaction from the crowd. He then heads towards the ring, The Pack following him as they all gleefully take in Spike's reaction. Warren is completely covered in body paint, his eyes all but glowing yellow. Inside the ring, Spike is completely shell shocked. Warren slowly stalks towards the ring, hunched over, his eyes darting around, a slight smirk on his face. Spike Kane’s gaze never leaves the figure of Warren Kane.}Vasco Dias: This is, I have to admit, a master stroke by Dean Harper and The Pack. Terri Morasco: It’s sick! How long have The Pack had Warren!? How long has he been there? We haven’t seen him since his match with Dean Harper….and to bring him out against his own father? It’s horrible! {Warren slides into the ring, grinning up at Spike, who just looks like he’s seen a ghost. At ringside, the Pack has surrounded the ring, and Harper barks at the referee to call for the bell - which he does, in fear of his own well being. Spike just stands there, he slowly reaches out his hand and stutters}Spike Kane: ...W….W-Warren? {Warren grins and winks at Spike as he rises to his feet, his head tilted ever so slightly forwards, before he explodes at Spike with a Chrysoar, knocking Spike back and flat on his back. The crowd are hyped still, but unsure of what is happening. The members of the Pack are cheering, and slapping on the mat as Warren stands tall. He drags Spike to his knees, lifting his head up. He points to Dean, then Rowan, before screaming at Spike.}Warren Kane: THEY GAVE ME SOMETHING YOU NEVER COULD! ...A FAMILY! {Warren roars with rage as he lifts Spike up into a poerbomb position and rushes to the corner throwing Spike with the Baal Bomb! He clenches his jaws and jerks his head around, looking at the crowd, and his fellow Pack members, before climbing the top rope he points his two hands at Spike like guns before leaping off the top rope with the Fall From Grace! Spike is out cold in the ring, with Warren on one knee, grinning like mad. Suddenly the crowd go nuts as Bob Pooler, Pandora Freeman, Astrid Hall, and Xavier Cross, The Watchdogs, all come storming to the ring. The Pack slowly retreat through the crowd, with Warren rolling out and following them. Dean places his arm around Warren who smiles broadly. Cross leans over the ropes shouting at The Pack, as does Astrid, while Bob and Pandora check on Spike Kane, before we cut to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
BURIED ALIVE MATCH
Angel Blake vs Mason St. Croix
---------------------------------------------------------- { “Necessary Evil” by Motionless in White kicks into gear as we are taken to the highlight package for Mason St. Croix vs Angel Blake. The first shots bringing us back to the Compound Match and Angel whipping Mason with the cat of nine tails, then Mason sending Angel through his own throne. We then see Angel crashing through a stained glass window. Mason standing outside with a torch surrounded by followers. Houses burned, Angel stood atop the church, their battle raged on until we see the killing blow of the panther. We switch scenes to the father of Mason hanging by the neck in the backstage area and the challenge that lead to the Hangman’s Death Cage. The war rages on as weapons crash against bodies, forms fall from the cage, each man is covered in blood before the final blow which saw Mason hitting the Ranger’s Way on Angel and sending him off the scaffolding. We flash to only a few weeks ago when Angel returned, hanging from the rafters of the arena, the Genocide kick on Mason. The challenge that followed and finally we focus in on the mound of dirt to the right of the entrance ramp, the unmarked grave and the six foot deep hole within, a back hoe sitting only a few feet away. }Terri Morasco: Vasco, we’ve Angel Blake and Mason St. Croix go to hell and back but somehow they’re taking things to a whole new level tonight. Vasco Dias: Forget the compound, forget the cage, tonight these two men battle to bury the other alive and Terri? I’m damn excited to be here. Terri Morasco: It’s insane to think how far these two have gone in this war. Vasco Dias: It’s like I said in the very beginning, Mason made the mistake of his life challenging God. God will never stop. Terri Morasco: And Mason will never surrender! It’s a battle of attrition but it comes to an end tonight! { "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 and then to his left where he eyes up the mound of dirt and the blank tombstone before marching towards the ring . Once in the ring Mason climbs all four turnbuckles one at a time before hopping down and taking the center of the ring where he stands at attention, his eyes never moving from the entrance ramp. }Terri Morasco: Mason looks more determined than ever. Vasco Dias: Looks mean nothing, only one of these men is willing to go to the lengths it will take to win this match! Terri Morasco: Are you so sure about!? Mason St. Croix defeated Angel in the Death Cage, something we never thought we’d see. Vasco Dias: Mason picked up the win in a version of the Death Cage but this match is so much different. There is no winning and losing, there is only surviving and we all know God is the strongest of all. Terri Morasco: Perhaps Blake was once but Mason may prove to be the immovable object to Blake’s unstoppable force. { Without warning the lights dim and the arena is plunged into darkness as the opening hymn of Apocalypse Orchestra’s “Flagallent’s Song” begins to play. A mist seems to rise from the stage as the floor lights up revealing the solemn form of the pale painted nightmare known as Angel Blake. His torso is exposed, showing the scars of wars past, his arms and fists taped up, he slowly begins to step forward as his music plays, throwing his hair back and fully revealing that terrible smile. Blake gets to the ring apron before Mason charges across and comes flying through the ropes with a nasty looking suicide dive!!! }Terri Morasco: Mason isn’t waiting for Angel to get in the ring! Vasco Dias: He can’t do that! Terri Morasco: He certainly can! { Mason is unloading on Angel as the referee calls for the bell, officially starting the match with both men on the outside. Mason pops up off of Angel and lets out a roar before grabbing Blake, ripping him to his feet by the hair and running him down the apron and throwing Angel head over heels back first into the steel steps! }Terri Morasco: Mason St. Croix isn’t holding back tonight, he wants to finish this war. Vasco Dias: Croix used a cheap shot to get a momentary advantage, that will all go away soon enough! Terri Morasco: I’m sure you and Blake both hope so. { Blake clutches his back but Mason doesn’t let up as he pulls Angel to his feet and bounces his painted face off the steel steps! Mason then picks Angel up and runs him into the crowd barrier with a shoulder tackle! The whole barrier moves two inches as the rows pats Mason on the shoulders. St. Croix hauls off with a hard right hand as Blake tries to regain his composure! Mason picks Angel up over his shoulder again and then drops Blake stomach first over the crowd barrier! }Vasco Dias: The referee needs to stop this! Terri Morasco: There is only one rule in this match and the referee is enforcing it! Vasco Dias: I don’t agree! { Blake manages to falls into the crowd and Mason just shakes his head before following him. Blake is up to his feet and staggering down the front row of the crowd and over to a clear path but Mason is right there and blubs Angel hard over the back and then grabs him for a stalling German suplex onto the arena floor! }Terri Morasco: Mason is putting the hurt on Angel Blake! Vasco Dias: I don’t believe this, this is absolute crap! Terri Morasco: This is a war! { Mason pulls Angel back up to his feet and runs him toward the large door way the crowd comes in from and slams Blake’s head into the concrete frame. Mason lets out another roar as the crowd pops and slams Blake’s face into the concrete again and again and again. Mason backs off as Angel slumps against the frame, Mason lines up his shot and waits for Blake to turn around. When Angel finally does Mason charges forward looking for the Warpath but Angel moves out of the way and Mason throws himself right into the concrete frame of the door! }Vasco Dias: Smart move by God, he knew he could bait Mason into hurting himself! Terri Morasco: A crafty move by the veteran performer but Mason is far from out of this. { Blake wipes a small bit of blood from his forehead as he starts to walk into the crowd again and then up the concrete steps that go to the next level above floor seating. Mason clutches his shoulder as he stands back up to his feet just in time to look up and see Angel standing on top of the entrance way, balancing on the railing and then flying off with the Whisper in the Wind and crashing right down on top of Mason St. Croix on the arena floor!!! }Terri Morasco: Blake went high risk and he got high reward as he hit Mason point blank! Vasco Dias: God doesn’t rely on his ability to fly much anymore but when he does, it is certainly worth it! Terri Morasco: But you have to wonder if Angel is hurting himself more than Mason. Vasco Dias: God can take any amount of punishment! { Blake is slow to his feet and begins to stagger back toward ring side. Angel is visibly hurt as he keeps clutching at his back but he soldiers on toward ring side. Angel reaches the crowd barrier and turns back to see if Mason is up yet only to see Mason coming full steam at him and this time St. Croix hits the Warpath Spear and both men go exploding through the crowd barrier!!! }Terri Morasco: Holy hell!!! Vasco Dias: How is Mason still moving!!! Terri Morasco: I told you, Mason is never going to give up! Vasco Dias: And God will never stop! { The crowd is going wild as Mason forces his way back to his feet. St. Croix seeths as he looks down at Angel who isn’t currently moving. Mason stomps his way over to the announce table and begins to clear everything off of it. }Vasco Dias: Looks like our Spanish comrades are about to lose their table! Terri Morasco: You can feel the hatred coming off of Mason in waves! { Mason turns back to Angel who is about to stand and Mason connects with the St. Croix Combo before whipping Angel into the cleared off table! Mason comes up behind Angel with a nasty lariat to the back of his head and Blake rolls onto the table. Mason climbs up onto the table as the crowd is going insane, he pulls Blake up to his feet and then lifts him into the air for BOMBS OVER BAGHDAD THROUGH THE TABLE!!! }Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!! Vasco Dias: I don’t believe it. Mason is… He’s dominating God… Terri Morasco: Mason St. Croix has been in absolute control since the beginning of the match. Vasco Dias: And to think they haven’t even been in the ring yet!? { Mason pulls himself up from the wreckage of the table and looks to the other announce table. }Vasco Dias: Oh no. { Mason starts to clear off the second announce table as the crowd pops huge again. St. Croix turns back to where Angel is laying, unmoving. Mason stomps over to Angel and pulls his lifeless body up and throws it hard into the side of the table. Blake just falls forward and Mason rolls Angel up onto the table. Mason steps defiantly up onto the table and pulls the limp body of Angel up, Mason turns him around and looks for the Ranger’s Way but Angel rolls through and lands on his feet! Mason turns into the GENOCIDE KICK!!! Blake then grabs Mason, tucks his head and lifts him up for the LAST GASP PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! }Terri Morasco: JESUS!!!! Vasco Dias: God is right back in this!!! I don’t even care he broke our table!!! Terri Morasco: Mason was looking for the killshot but Blake managed to get out of it and just pile drove Mason straight to hell! Vasco Dias: Only the strong survive and there is none more fit than God! { Both men are down for several long moments before Angel finally starts to move, dragging himself from the wreckage of the table. Blake drags himself onto the padded floor and begins to push himself up, removing the padding in the process and exposing a large section of the concrete floor. }Terri Morasco: What the hell is Angel doing!? Vasco Dias: God is setting up his own killshot. { Blake then looks back to the ring apron where he throws the skirt up and drags out a table. The crowd is buzzing as Angel sets the table up over the exposed concrete floor. Blake turns back toward Mason who connects with a shoulder tackle and drives Angel into the ring apron. Mason starts to unload with body shots on Angel but Blake connects with a hard elbow shot and then fires off a spinning backfist! Blake grabs Mason and slams his head into the ring apron. Angel rolls Mason up onto the apron and pulls St. Croix. Croix drives Angel back into the ring post and then grabs Angel for a release overhead belly to belly suplex on Angel Blake on the ring apron!! }Terri Morasco: Mason is right back in this match! Vasco Dias: I don’t believe this, how does he keep fighting!? Terri Morasco: That is what Mason does!!! { Mason rolls off the apron and walks over to where Angel is and rolls him into the ring. Mason then looks back to the table Angel set up. St. Croix kneels down and looks under the ring for a few moments before pulling out a thing of lighter fluid and a lighter. }Terri Morasco: Mason has evil intentions in mind! Vasco Dias: He can’t do this! Terri Morasco: I’m sure Angel had something worse in mind! Vasco Dias: You can’t know that! { Mason pours the lighter fluid out onto the table but before he lights it he looks back to the ring. Mason ducks down again and then pulls out a black bag… He opens the bag and Mason pours thumbtacks all over the top of the table. Now Mason finally ignites the lighter and drops it on the table, setting it ablaze. }Terri Morasco: This is not going to end well. Vasco Dias: You don’t have to tell me that! { Mason St. Croix enters the ring now and for the first time this whole match both men are on the inside of the ring. Angel is just starting to stand but Mason connects with a lariat that sends Angel back down to the mat. St. Croix pulls Blake up and hoists him onto his shoulder and drives him into the corner of the ring closest to the flaming table with a shoulder tackle. Mason then hoists Angel up onto the top rope. }Terri Morasco: I don’t believe this! This is insane! Vasco Dias: Mason St. Croix could kill himself or worse yet, injure God! Terri Morasco: I think that’s the point! { Mason climbs up onto the top rope and then angles himself and Angel with Mason’s back facing the table. Mason uses his raw strength to pull Angel up over his heading in a death defying stalling vertical suplex position on the top rope but Angel suddenly starts to move and slips down the back of Mason, turning in a sunset flip like maneuver and sends Mason off the top rope with a POWER BOMB THROUGH THE TUMB TACK COVERED FLAMMING TABLE!!! }Terri Morasco: ….. Vasco Dias: Holy shit…. { Angel is barely standing as Mason rolls off what is left of the table and the ring crew move in to put the fire out. Angel takes a deep breath before bending down to grab Mason and help him up to his feet. Angel unloads on Mason with rights and lefts before connecting with a leaping knee to the face of Mason. Angel starts to drag Mason around the ring and toward the entrance ramp but before they reach the ramp Mason pushes Angel off of him and sends Blake face first into the post. }Vasco Dias: How does Mason keep fighting back!? Terri Morasco: Neither man is willing to lose this war! { Blake tries to stagger away but Mason is right on him with a clubbing blow and then turns Angel around into CAUGHT IN THE ACT right on the entrance way ramp!!! Blake yells out in pain as Mason stands over him. Mason takes a fist full of Angel’s black hair and drags him by the head up the entrance way toward the pile of dirt. Mason pulls Angel up by his hair and then throws him back down with the ROAD RASH RIGHT ON THE ENTRANCEWAY!!!! }Terri Morasco: That has got to be it for Angel Blake! Vasco Dias: There is no way Terri, no way in hell! Terri Morasco: I’m not so sure about that! { Mason pulls Angel up again and starts to drag him up the dirt pile toward the open grave. Mason angles Angel just right and looks for the Ranger’s Way into the grave but Angel blocks it with a back elbow and spins around grabbing Mason for Tara’s Wings DDT and drops him head first onto the face of a nearby shovel!!! }Terri Morasco: Come on… Vasco Dias: Mason is clearly busted open now. Terri Morasco: I just can’t believe this. { Angel moves over and starts to roll Mason toward the open grave, Mason’s legs fall in but St. Croix realizes where he is and connects with a nasty right hand to the face of Blake! Mason pulls himself out of the grave and grabs the shovel. Mason takes the shovel and breaks it in half over the back of Blake who immediately drops to his knees! Mason seethes with his face covered in blood and throws Angel face first right into the blank tombstone, Blake’s head shattering it!!! }Vasco Dias: Holy hell! Mason just sent Angel through the tombstone! Terri Morasco: This is how bad Mason wants to end this! Vasco Dias: He may be a killer but God will survive! { Mason pulls Angel up and drags him over to the back hoe. Mason slams Angel’s face into the bucket and then picks Blake up for a RANGER’S WAY RIGHT INTO THE BUCKET!!! Mason then walks around to the seat and climbs in. Mason lifts the bucket as high into the air as it will go with Angel’s arms hanging out of it. Mason climbs out and onto the hood of the back hoe. Mason climbs up the bucket and now stands over Angel, both men roughly ten feet over the open grave. Mason pulls Angel up to his feet and sets him up for the BOMB OVER BAGHDAD OUT OF THE BUCKET AND INTO THE GRAVE!!! }Terri Morasco: HOLY SHIT!!! Vasco Dias: I CONCUR!!! That was… Insane. Terri Morasco: I don’t know how Angel is going to come back from that. Vasco Dias: I… I don’t think he can… { Mason is the first to rise up out of the grave, slowly he drags himself out and then over to another shovel. Mason uses the shovel to pull himself up to his feet and walks back over to the open grave and the pile of dirt besides it. Mason sends the shovel into the dirt and scoops a load before looking down into the hole. Mason’s eyes go wide as he looks down, the camera moves and we see the grave is empty!? }Terri Morasco: Where the hell did he go!? Vasco Dias: I have no idea… This is creepy. Terri Morasco: Mason had this match won but Angel has vanished! Vasco Dias: God finds a way. { Laughter erupts through out the arena as everyone starts looking around for it’s source and thats when we see it, Angel Blake stands on top of the video screen over the entranceway, a good 70 feet up in the air. Mason can’t believe it but the baffled look turns back to rage very quickly. }Terri Morasco: How did Angel get up there!? Vasco Dias: Not a damn clue but Mason certainly doesn’t want to meet God up there! Terri Morasco: I’m thinking Mason does, he wants to end Angel once and for all! Vasco Dias: Mason risks his own life in the process! Terri Morasco: It’s a battle of good versus evil, the sacrifice is worth it to Mason! { Mason limps his way down the grave plot and to the side of the entranceway where he starts to climb the structure. Angel stands waiting with a bloody smile as Mason makes his way up the side of the staging until he finally reaches the top of the screen. }Terri Morasco: These two men are over 70 feet in the air! This is extremely dangerous! Vasco Dias: We all knew it was going to take something extreme for one of these men to end it, and this is it! Terri Morasco: But this is going too far! Vasco Dias: There is nothing too far for either of them! { The two of them stare each other down for a moment before gingerly making their ways across the top of the screen and colliding in a flurry of punches. }Terri Morasco: I’m not sure I can watch this!? Vasco Dias: I can’t look away! { The rights and lefts fly as the crowd is going insane, neither man is giving an inch, neither is backing down, this is it and they know it and they refuse to give up. Mason finally connects with a hard enough right hand to stagger Angel, Mason moves in and grabs Angel from behind for a Ranger’s Way but Blake fires off a back elbow that breaks it up. Mason almost loses his balance and Angel turns just in time to fire off a GENOCIDE KICK!!!! }Terri Morasco: GENOCIDE KICK!!!! { In almost slow motion Mason St. Croix stumbles backward and then falls off the edge of the screen 70 feet straight down where he crashes through an assortment of equipment tables sending sparks flying up into the air as the arena lights flash for a moment before stabilizing. }Vasco Dias: HOLY SHIT!!! { The crowd is chanting in kind as Blake makes his way down the side of the screen to where Mason is now laying, motionless. Blake himself can barely move as he reaches into the wreckage and pulls Mason up. Mason seems out of it as Blake leads Mason up the side of the grave mound and toward the open plot but just as they reach the top Mason manages to grab Blake for a RANGER’S WAY RIGHT INTO THE BACK HOE!!! }Terri Morasco: RANGER’S WAY!!! Vasco Dias: One final desperation shot from Mason St. Croix but I don’t think he has enough to end this. Terri Morasco: I don’t even know how either of them are still moving. { Angel is bleeding bad from the back of his head as Mason just lays in the dirt trying to breath. }Terri Morasco: This has been an absolute war. Vasco Dias: This was better and worse than I could have imagined. Terri Morasco: It goes to show you what this war means to the both of them. { Mason and Angel both get back to their feet at about the same time. Angel throws a right hand that sends Mason staggering toward the grave but Mason connects with a kick as Angel approaches and a left hook of his own into Angel’s face. Both men now standing at the end of the grave as the struggle to find the strength to continue. Mason hits a right, Angel a left, Mason a left, Angel a right. Finally they both slump against each other , holding each other up. }Terri Morasco: Neither man has anything left! Vasco Dias: I can’t believe I’m seeing God brought to his very limit! Terri Morasco: I can’t believe either of them is standing. { Their bloody foreheads are pressed against each other as they both start to say something to each other, Angel finally swings but he misses Mason, St. Croix goes to grab Blake for the Ranger’s Way but Blake hits a back fist! Mason stumbles back toward the grave, Angel makes the sign of the cross and then fires off the GENOCIDE KICK!!! Mason falls backward into the grave!!! }Terri Morasco: GENOCIDE KICK!!!! Vasco Dias: Mason is in the grave!!! { Angel can barely move as he grabs for the second shovel that Mason left in the pile of dirt earlier. Angel pulls it loose and holds it over the grave before letting the dirt slip down into the hole. Angel sends the shovel into the dirt again and drops another shovel full down. Angel sends the shovel in a third time and drops the dirt down into the hole and the referee has finally seen enough as he calls for the bell!!! }Vasco Dias: GOD HAS WON!!! { Angel continues to throw dirt into the hole as the referee tries to explain to him it’s over. }Terri Morasco: He’s not stopping! Vasco Dias: God wants to bury Mason alive! { Mason is nearly covered by a layer of dirt when Angel looks over to the back hoe and the crowd begins to boo. Angel walks toward the back hoe. }Terri Morasco: It’s over!!! Vasco Dias: Not according to Blake!!! { Angel drives the back hoe forward and scoops up a massive pile of dirt, he re angles the back hoe as the referee argues with him but without even thinking Angel drops the dirt into the hole pretty much filling it in a single load as the crowd is losing their minds. }Vasco Dias: He buried him alive!!! { Finally Angel slumps down and falls out of the back hoe, passed out on the dirt next to where Mason was, the referee feverishly calling for people to come out from the back and dig Mason out. }Terri Morasco: I can’t believe what we have just witnessed. Vasco Dias: You witnessed God prevailing. Terri Morasco: Did he!? It looks like Angel just barely survived. Vasco Dias: That’s what God does better than anyone else. { Angel is completely out as medical staff encircle him while the ring crew start to dig away for Mason St. Croix. The war has come to an end. }----------------------------------------------------------
IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
Ryan Shane vs Andrew Jacobsen (C)
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IWF Imperial Championship! {“Angry Heart” by Otherwise begins to play throughout the arena and the crowd boos loudly. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as Ryan Shane makes his way out, pyro going off behind him.}Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane going it alone here tonight by order of Cable Arcane. Do you think that's affecting his mindset tonight, Vasco? Vasco Dias: Champions win whether or not they've got backup at ringside. Tonight, Shane shows why he shouldn't have had to run the gauntlet of the Extinction Event and secures the Imperial Championship for the House. {When he gest to the ring Shane slides in under the bottom rope, climbing to his feet with a glare on his face. Ryan backs into the corner, shouting at the fans as his music fades.}Terri Morasco: Here we go... {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. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him.}Terri Morasco: As of tonight, Andrew Jacobsen has held the Imperial Championship for 204 days, second only to Roberto Verona at 217. If he retains here tonight, the next time we go on the air will be January 1st, at our special New Year's Open Fight Night, marking his 218th day as champion. This match could make or break a milestone in the Imperial Title records. Vasco Dias: Don't hold your breath, Terri. The boss set that record, and it's not getting broken tonight or any time soon. {Andrew walks down the ramp, high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves as he waits for the match to start.}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IWF Imperial Championship! Introducing first, to my right, the challenger. From Allen Park, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the 2017 Heir to the Throne...Ryan Shane!!! {Shane steps into the middle of the ring, talking trash at Andrew as the crowd boos him. He points at the title and shouts "It's coming home with me!" before stepping back.}Alison Valance: And his opponent... {The crowd pops for Alison, and she fights a smile before continuing.}Alison Valance: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the reigning and defending IWF Imperial Champion, Andrew Jacobsen! {Andrew nods, looking ahead at Shane intently and cracking his neck. Both men move to their respective corners, the referee looking between them.}Terri Morasco: These two men have faced twice before. Tonight, on the last IWF broadcast of the year, they both have a chance to make history. Either a record will be rewritten, or a title reign that has arguably defined this year will end. Either way, one man's triumph will be the other's tragedy. Let's not waste any more time! {The bell rings, and immediately Shane charges at Andrew, leaping at him with a flying clothesline! Andrew spins out of the way, though, and Shane hits the post head-first, stumbling back and into a huge German suplex! Andrew rolls through, delivering a second, and he hauls Shane up for a third German that launches him overhead and smoothly completes the HAT TRICK! Shane rolls back onto his knees, clearly dazed, and Andrew hauls him back up to his feet, lighting him up with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena!}Terri Morasco: Starting off hot with that Hat Trick! Why didn't he cover, Vasco? Vasco Dias: He knows how resilient Ryan Shane is. If he covered there, it'd be wasted energy. Better to press the offensive. {Andrew chops Shane again, backing him into the ropes, and grabs his arm for an Irish whip. Shane reverses, though, and hauls Andrew into a quick kneelift to the gut before hooking his head in a front facelock! Andrew plants his feet, though, refusing to be moved, and pops his hips to throw Shane overhead with the BOREALIS! NO! Shane flips out, landing on his feet behind Jacobsen, and pounces before Andrew can react with the SOMEDAY SNAP! Andrew hits the mat hard, clutching his neck, and Shane rolls to his feet with a vicious smile on his face.}Terri Morasco: Someday Snap! And Jacobsen appears to have landed hard on that neck of his! Vasco Dias: Andrew had to step away from IWF once before due to neck injuries, could Shane have reaggravated them? {Andrew holds his neck in agony as Shane backs up, measuring Andrew carefully. Andrew struggles to a knee, and Shane begins to charge for the SHANING WIZARD! Andrew springs up to his feet as Shane charges, but Shane rolls past Andrew, leaping up and delivering a pinpoint superkick to the back of Andrew's neck! Shane taps his temple as he looks around at the crowd, Jacobsen left clutching at his neck again.}Terri Morasco: Shane remembers how Survival of the Fittest ended, and he baited Jacobsen into overcommitting there! Vasco Dias: And with a move that Jacobsen's used to win title after title, to boot. How humiliating will it be when he puts him away?! {Shane measures the back of Andrew's head, seemingly thinking about a modified Shaning Wizard. However, he seems to reconsider, boosting himself up to the second rope and taunting Andrew. Jacobsen stumbles to his feet, holding his neck, and turns around slowly as Shane leaps knee-first...RIGHT INTO AN ICE BREAKER POWERBOMB! Shane crashes hard to the canvas, and Andrew drops into the cover!
ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! FOOT ON THE ROPE! RYAN SHANE GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!}Terri Morasco: WHAT A POWERBOMB! And if Shane hadn't been right next to the ropes, that would have been all she wrote! Vasco Dias: Great ring awareness from Ryan Shane! True savvy of the squared circle! Terri Morasco: You sound desperate, Vasco. Did you bet on this match? Vasco Dias: Absolutely not! {Andrew shakes his head wearily, hauling Shane to his feet. Shane lashes out with a quick left hand, but Andrew blocks it, turning it into an arm-wrench before whipping him to the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a picture-perfect spinebuster! Andrew bounces up to his knees, looking around to the crowd, and grabs Shane's legs, bringing the crowd to their feet! He looks around for a moment before he steps through, crossing Shane's legs, and looks to turn him over into the SHARPSHOOTER! NO! SHANE HOOKS ANDREW'S HEAD INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Vasco Dias: And again, Ryan Shane keeps things alive! {As both men roll to their feet, Shane runs in at Andrew, and Andrew manages to pop Shane up into the air AND CATCH HIM WITH A LIGHTS OUT SUPERKICK ON THE WAY DOWN!}Terri Morasco: Not for long after that! Vasco Dias: No! Not like this! Not this way! Not this way! {Shane is knocked head-over-heels, and this time Andrew wastes no time in flipping him over and twisting him into the SHARPSHOOTER! Shane cries out in agony, struggling for the ropes, but Andrew's managed to position him in the dead center of the ring! Shane struggles, trying to get some leverage underneath himself, but all his fighting seems to do is get Andrew to step harder into the hold, leaning back and torquing Shane's spine at a wicked angle! Shane struggles, burying his face in the mat...AND RELUCTANTLY TAPS OUT! Andrew releases the Sharpshooter as the bell rings, throwing his fist in the air in triumph!}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL IWF Imperial Champion, Andrew Jacobsen! Vasco Dias: DAMMIT! GODDAMMIT! Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen just beat Ryan Shane! Andrew Jacobsen has written his place in the history books with this, his ninth title defense! He hit Shane hard, he hit him fast, and he hit him again and again until Shane couldn't keep going! Credit where credit's due, but tonight Andrew Jacobsen showed why he has truly earned the mantle of Imperial Champion! Vasco Dias: It can't end like this. It can't, right?! This isn't how it's supposed to go! Terri Morasco: Vasco, calm down! You're acting like you mortgaged your house for this! Vasco Dias: DON'T JUDGE ME, MORASCO! Terri Morasco: Oh God...ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us. For an emotionally and financially compromised Vasco Dias, I'm Terri Morasco! Good night, and Happy Holidays! {The camera closes in on Andrew slumped over the ropes, Imperial Championship slung over his shoulder. As the camera draws closer, he looks into the lens and clearly says "I love you, Dani", a grin on his face. Andrew pulls himself up, grabbing the title and raising it overhead to give us the last shot of 2017 as the crowd roars and we fade to black.} |
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