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Post by Riley Gordon on Jan 17, 2018 5:55:59 GMT
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SEGMENT
”Making An Entrance”
---------------------------------------------------------- {Two security guards stand outside one of the entrances into the facility; footsteps can be heard off of the camera and one of the security guards chuckles under his breath as to what caught his eye as the other has more of an outburst. The camera pans over to see four security guards approaching in a square formation, all of them wearing ski masks. The more vocal security guard takes a couple steps forward, and gestures to the security guards wearing their masks while still laughing about it…}Security Guard #1: When did we change the uniform? {The two masked security guards in the front look toward each other, and one of them shares a sarcastic chuckle with the other two security guards. With a heavy accent, one of the masked security guards replies to the vocal security guard.}Masked Security Guard #1: Vel… vi do not want to be mistaken. Security Guard #1: Mistaken for? Masked Security Guard #1: For deg. {A smile crept on the face of the masked security guard, as the other two were puzzled and caught off guard with the two masked security guards behind the front two charged forward and knocked the security guards unconscious! The masked security guard pulls a radio with one hand, while his other hand gestures and more masked security approaches and carries away the two unconscious guards.}Masked Security Guard #1: Det er klart. {One man without a mask approaches after the call from the radio, with a scowl; Ulf Hednir. He has a bag slung over his shoulder as he examines the quality work done by this “security force” that seems to be guiding him. Ulf Hednir is the first to enter this entrance to the arena with a relatively large number of masked security following pace behind him… the last security guard, the one that has done all the talking for the masked security thus far, looks directly at the two appointed for the door.}Masked Security Guard #1: Ingen kommer inn. {He enters the arena as the last one, and the two remaining at the door appear ready to fight to keep anyone else from entering.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Nate Harris vs Steve Awesome
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming down to the ring first, from Detroit, Michigan… STEVE AWESOME! {All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting his name.}"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!" {Dramatic Pause.}"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!" {The lights in the arena explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones}. “Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time! If you see her wont you tell her for me/ It's better this way to avoid all the misery” {The chorus plays again as Steve walks down to the ring with a mild limp. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel gingerly and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.}Vasco Dias: Steve’s knee is clearly still bothering him. Terri Morasco: I’m surprised he’s even allowed to perform here tonight. Alison Valance: Coming down to the ring next, from New Orleans, Louisiana… NATE HARRIS! {The pounding drums of “The People’s Champ” hit over the PA, and Nate Harris struts out from the back, rolling his wrists and looking around at the crowd with a grin on his face, Nick Hunter a few steps behind him talking trash. Nate saunters down the entrance ramp, winking at someone in the front row, and striding towards the apron. He walks around to the side of the ring, leaping up onto the apron and turning mid-jump to land on a knee, grabbing the second rope. Nate gets to his feet, spinning to the center of the apron and grinning as Nick walks around the outside, hyping the crowd. He hooks his arms over the top rope, backflipping over the ropes and back-rolling to his feet. Nate struts over to the corner to meet Nick, leaning back against the turnbuckles and smirking as he waits for the bell.}Terri Morasco: We haven’t seen Nate Harris since the Holiday special have we? This is his first singles match here on the IWF and the fans seem excited to have him here. Vasco Dias: Going to start drooling already Morasco? Terri Morasco: I am a professional. I have never done anything unbecoming of my position unlike others I could mention… {When the bell rings Nate walks forward gesturing Steve forward with two fingers. Steve waits a moment, making a showing of considering before going into a Running Knee Lift to the stomach of the other man, knocking the air out of him.}Vasco Dias: Harris’ overconfidence is really going to cost him here. No one is better than Steve Awesome. Terri Morasco: It certainly was a poor opening move to assume he could take Steve that easily. {With Nate distracted, Steve walks back before Nate comes at him again Steve hits him with a running DDT}Vasco Dias: This is going to be over quickly. Terri Morasco: I don’t know if that’s true, Vasco. {Steve waits for Nate to get up before hitting him with a High Leg Clothes line. Steve shrugs to the crowd getting cheers.}Vasco Dias: Yes! Look at Steve Awesome playing with the rookie! {Nick is yelling something from the outside as Nate makes his way to his feet, nodding at his friend}Terri Morasco: Looks like Nick Hunter is trying to support his friend and normal tag partner. {Steve hits Nate with a Reverse Suplex dropping him to the mat. He grimaces the pain in his knee before going for the pin on Nate.
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KICK OUT}Vasco Dias: Looks like Harris doesn’t know when to quit. Waste of time. Terri Morasco:It is his first solo match. Maybe Steve underestimated how easy it would be to put him away? {Nate jumps up and waits a beat as Steve makes a production out of standing up. Nate grabs Steve and hits him with a Hip toss into turnbuckle near where Nick is standing on the outside.}Terri Morasco: Nate throwing Steve into the turnbuckle. Dangerous place for both to be in, as anyone who knows Steve Awesome’s career is aware of. {Steve takes a moment to gain his surroundings before standing shakily back up}Terri Morasco: Steve’s knee seems to be paining him. Vasco Dias: Steve can pull this through. {Walking closer to where Steve is, Nate kicks Steve repeatedly in the knee, Steve yells and the ref starts screaming at Nate to back off before he does.}Vasco Dias: Nate isn’t taking direction well. What do you think of that? Terri Morasco: Nate Harris is going hard at Steve. Why are you asking me like I have some kind of personal interest in it? Vasco Dias: You disgust me, Morasco. Terri Morasco: What did I do? {Steve uses the rope to support his weight as he gets out of the corner. Nate rolls his eyes as the ref finally moves out of his way. Nate walks over Steve and hits him with a forearm strike making steve put more weight on his knee and falling to the ground.}Vasco Dias: Oh, that’s dirty. Do you see that Terri? Your piece of eye-candy is fighting dirty! Terri Morasco: He’s not mine piece of eye candy… {Nate pulls Steve into a Camel clutch.}Vasco Dias: No, No! {There is a clear struggle on Steve’s part as he tries to grab the rope. Nate seems to tighten his grip but Steve uses some pressure on his knee to move forward to grab the rope.}Terri Morasco: Steve has managed to get the rope Vasco Dias: Yes! {The ref yells at Nate to let go and does back off, dropping Steve to the mat.}Vasco Dias: You tell him Ref! Terri Morasco: Nate is going for that knee with some obsessive tendencies… {Steve winces as he touches his knee}Vasco Dias: Should this match keep going? Steve looks even more injured. Terri Morasco: The Ref certainly seems to want to let it keep going. Vasco Dias: Madness! {As Nate goes for Steve again He hits Nate with a Jaw Breaker knocking Nate back. Steve bounces against the ropes before hitting Nate with a running two elbows knocking the younger man down.}Vasco Dias: Put him in his place Steve! Terri Morasco: Things could certainly turn around now. The question is will Steve be able to keep this up despite his knee pain? Vasco Dias: You’re just saying that because you want the pretty boy to win. Terri Morasco: One time! One time and I can never live it down? {Steve climbs the ropes, waiting for Nate to get back up.}Terri Morasco: This isn’t going to end well {Wrath of the Dragon, Nate falls to the mat. Steve, rolls on the mat clearly holding his knee in pain for a moment before rolling over and covering Nate for the pin
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3}Vasco Dias: Ha! See? A Legend like Steve Awesome putting that little pretty boy in his place. Alison Valance: and you’re winner… STEVE AWESOME! Terri Morasco: It was a hard fought match by both men, Vasco. {As "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones plays Steve rolls off Nate. He stands an grimaces as he limps over to the edge of the ring. Nick gets in the ring and checks on Nate as Steve slips out and walks back up the ramp.}Vasco Dias: It really says something about Steve Awesome’s dedication and skill he was able to do this match despite his injury. Doesn’t matter who is saying anything on social media, Steve is a dedicated member of this rooster. Terri Morasco: I don’t think he needs you to defend his honor Vasco. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Run”
---------------------------------------------------------- {Thunder Sid and Gibberg are found standing by a monitor backstage, talking amongst each other about the match that they just witnessed; both of them sound pleased with the action. A few other staff are surrounding the monitor nodding their head in appreciation of the contest… with hardly a sound, Ulf Hednir swiftly charges into the scene and takes down Gibberg with a double axe handle smash to his back! Gibberg stumbles forward into the table knocking the monitor off the table and the glass can be heard shattering! Thunder Sid charges at Ulf attempting to defend Gibberg, but Ulf blocks the oncoming attack.}{The masked security are following Ulf onto the scene and they are shoving the non-talent away as they appear confused while looking for security but sees that all of them are masked. Ulf Hednir stands up and connects with some hard rights and lefts to Thunder Sid; Gibberg is starting to get up, while Ulf connects with a stiff front kick to Thunder Sid’s abdomen that sends him backwards clutching himself. Ulf turns around and leaps up to connect with Thor’s Rage! Ulf leans down to pull the table up, the wiring of the monitor tangled around it but the monitor still on the floor, and the table directly over Gibberg. Thunder Sid charges forward to try to get some offense on the returning Norseman, attempting a clothesline; Ulf ducks under and gets him into the Low-Key before lifting him up and putting him through the table with Tyr’s Hand!}{Ulf Hednir examines the carnage that he left behind him, while the crew is still standing by unsure of what they are to do. Ulf Hednir stands up having hardly broken a sweat as he approaches the nearby crew…}Ulf Hednir: Du… tell them… Run. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Personal Health Tip”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The camera fades in on a young aspiring reporter. He has managed to convince a camera man to walk with him up to a locker room. He reaches out and knocks on the door. The door opens, and someone's torso fill the frame. There is a slow pan up to reveal Witherspoon's scowling face. There is some focus issues as the camera guy adjusts to fit both of them in the frame.}Witherspoon: What the hell are you doing here? Chett Smith: Hi, I'm Chett Smith an IWF interviewer and... Witherspoon: Are you though? {The big manager stares down at poor Chett with an obvious look of disbelief. Chett wilts under the gaze and shuffles back a little.}Chett Smith: No, I'm just an intern, but I was hoping to make a name for myself and... Witherspoon: Ya, didn't someone try that and ended up getting inducted into a cult? I'm not that friendly. I'll just pop your head like a grape. Go on, scram. {Chett pales under Spoon's glower before he moves to make his quick escape. The camera pans with him to also leave. But then a large hand drops on Chett's shoulder. The intern visibly jumps in fear.}Witherspoon: Actually, hold on a sec. Give me that Mic, then get lost. {The intern whimpers as Spoon plucks the mic from his hand. Once he is released he all but runs down the hallway to savor his new found freedom. The camera looks to follow before there is a sudden jostle.}Witherspoon: Oh no. You might as well hang around too. I got some things to say. Camera Guy: But I... {Whatever complaint was coming died on his lips as Spoon stares evenly over the camera at him. The Camera moves back, focusing on Spoon as he smooths out his suit. The microphone is dwarfed in his hand as he lifts it up.}Witherspoon: My client, the Olympic caliber athlete Pax Stormcrow has been making a name for himself here. He has been earning the respect of everyone for his in ring prowess, strength and skill. You had better believe that he will keep tearing up this whole federation. The kid has more raw talent then anyone I have fucking seen. He is still rough around the edges but every day that goes by, he will get better. You had better fucking understand that. {A grin spreads over his face as he stares intently into the camera. It is a vaguely unsettling spectacle.}Witherspoon: It's my job to make sure he handles his shit and can get to where he is destined to be. Which brings the reason for this conversation. Dean Harper. He is a polarizing individual. Causing a bit of a ruckus. Getting folks fired up. Good kid, I like his spirit. Dean, Kid. You ever get tired of playing Jonestown and ya want to cause some real mayhem give me a call. {He grabs hold of the camera to steady it, the twisted grin spreading over his face.}Witherspoon: See, the problem is that some people really want to hurt you bad Dean. Or they want to make sure you don't get hurt. Fan-fucking-tastic. I love that shit. Tear the place up. Get the blood flowing. Hospitalize the shit outta each other. But, not during that match. In that tag match tonight, from the point that the bell rings to start and the time it rings to end. Don't. Nobody. Fuck with it. {The grin is gone from his face. He stares with deadly intensity into the camera, almost as if he is looking directly into the eyes of each and every viewer that is watching it.}Witherspoon: You don't interfere. You don't help. My boy wants a good clean match, so that's what he will get. You try to start some shit in that match and you will deal with me. I will unleash upon you a level of pain and suffering that maybe about 3 people in this organization could even come close to comprehending. The Pack? Watchdogs? Far as I'm concerned you are all just yapping little bitches to me. Stay out of this match, and any match my Client takes part in. Consider this a personal health tip. {Witherspoon pushes back on the camera and straightens his tie. He offers a nod to the camera guy and walks off as the camera fades to black.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Pandora Freeman vs Kate Steele
---------------------------------------------------------- {Kate and Pandora go after each other hard. The beginning of the match looks to be in Kate’s hands. It’s clear that Kate is putting forth a ton of effort to prove to not only Pandora but the world she is going to change the winds of fate. Pandora takes back control of the match, using all of Kate’s early momentum against her. Pandora hits Kate with the BEAT DROP , pinning Kate and winning the match.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
What’s The Rush?
---------------------------------------------------------- {Inside the locker room, the locker room is empty for the exception of Gable Arcade and Afro American Rob Diamond; Gable Arcade is throwing things into his bag seemingly in a hurry, and Afro American Rob Diamond walks over puzzled by what Gable Arcade is doing.}Afro American Rob Diamond: What’s the rush? Gable Arcade: You haven’t heard? Afro American Rob Diamond: Heard what? {Gable Arcade turns his attention away from his bag, and with a look of terror on his face he closes in the distance to mere inches from Afro American Rob Diamond. His voice is almost a whisper as he continues.}Gable Arcade: Ulf. Afro American Rob Diamond: Ulf? Hednir? I thought he died. Gable Arcade: We all did, but apparently he’s back from the dead… {Gable Arcade turns back to his bag and is continuing to throw his stuff into the bag.}Gable Arcade: He already took out Thunder Sid and Gibberg. Afro American Rob Diamond: This is what we have security for---- {Afro American Rob Diamond is cut off as Ulf Hednir crashes into the locker room and connects with a devastating clothesline that shoves Afro American forward colliding with Gable! Gable appears petrified but puts his hands up as if to plead for mercy, but Ulf Hednir connects with a hard punch that sends him to a seated position into one of the wooden lockers. Ulf Hednir takes a step back and charges forward to connect with a running big boot that has Gable Arcade appearing absolutely unconscious.}{Afro American is getting up, but Ulf Hednir connects with a hard elbow that sends him staggering back. Ulf grabs Gable’s bag and uses it as a weapon on Afro American, but is not pleased by the lack of damage from the duffel bag; he reaches to one of the hangers for the locker and rips it down before lifting it over his head and breaking it over Afro American’s back! Afro American screams out in pain and looks to crawl toward the door but Ulf Hednir drags him back before forcing him to his feet; he grabs him by the head and tosses him into the locker; Afro American tries to keep hidden in the locker but Ulf grabs him by the back and locks in Low-Key! Afro American squirms but is tapping out to Ulf Hednir who refuses to release the hold.}{A giant man walks into the room, Solomon Khan; he pounds Ulf Hednir on the back, and Ulf releases the hold but appears unphased by the giant. Solomon hits Ulf a second time on the back, causing Ulf to grit his teeth as he turns around to face the giant man who tries to appear as intimidating as he can but to no avail. Ulf shakes his head to him before exploding with punches of his own! Rights and lefts connect on Solomon Khan who is unable to find the speed to dodge any of the attacks that are coming his way. Solomon Khan staggers back and Ulf Hednir charges in and connects with Thor’s Rage! Solomon Kane appears out on his feet but does not fall… Ulf takes a few steps back before lunging forward and connecting with a second Thor’s Rage that sends Solomon Kane down!}{Ulf tosses one of the chairs at the unconscious men as it connects with Gable Arcade who hasn’t moved at all since the attack first began… Ulf Hednir walks out of the locker room, sneering, as the masked security are walking with him throughout the backstage.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Xavier Cross vs Warren Kane
---------------------------------------------------------- {After a back and forth match between IWF veterans, Warren is able to avoid the Echoes of Madness, only to comeback with a Kidd Kick to secure the victory!}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Rayne vs Astrid Hall
---------------------------------------------------------- {Astrid and Rayne wait a beat after the bells rings before going after each other. Astrid starts the match in control, using her size to her advantage. Rayne takes control in the middle of the match, going after Astrid as hard as she can. It’s a hard hitting match but Astrid hits Rayne with a MJOINIR before pinning Rayne for the win.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Formal Complaint”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The cameras find IWF’s resident masked man, El Grandé Malo, in the locker room area pulling a white shirt from his bag while talking to himself.}Malo: It is not making the senses, I is knowing Señor Awesome ... he is smirking ... {Malo shakes his head, putting his arms through the sleeves and beginning to button the shirt up.}Malo: Nopeoples is seeing Señor Awesome smirking, so is Malo just seeing the things? {He shrugs and begins putting on a pair of black pants. Unlike most people, Malo likes to put on pants like a toddler - both legs at the same time. He shimmies himself into them and begins tucking in the shirt.}Malo: No, Señor Steve, he is winking at Malo. He is playing the wool over Señor Cable’s face - Malo, he is sure of it! {Malo smooths out the shirt before folding down the collar and clipping a bow tie into place. He looks in the mirror on the far side of the room, grooming his beard quickly before heading for the door.}Malo: ¡Si!, Malo es going to be getting to the bottoms of the things; starting with a trip to see Señor Cable. {He takes off down the hallway at a brisk pace, passing many confused looking people along the way until reaching the door of IWF interim owner, Cable Arcane. Malo reaches up and knocks on the door.}Malo: Hola, Señor Cable, is you home in your offices? {There’s no answer, but Malo tries the handle}Malo: Señor? {The door appears to be locked and Malo sighs as he turns and spots a backstage producer coming in his direction. The crestfallen luchador shuffles up to the man and excuses himself.}Malo: Escuse Malo, mi amigo, but I is just wondering if you has been seeing Señor Cable in your walking. {The producer looks Malo up and down, his eyes narrowing as if trying to make out just what’s going on in front of him. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts before cupping the microphone near his mouth.}Backstage Producer: Hang on, Mark ... {He now appears to be addressing Malo directly}Backstage Producer: Cable? Yeah, he’s near the front handling some business. I wouldn’t bother him right now, though. {Malo nods his head, still looking dejected}Malo: ¡Si! amigo, Malo is understanding. If you is seeing Señor Cable, though, can you tell him that Malo, he is looking for him? {The producer nods his head as Malo smiles and mutters a brief gracias before turning and marching back up the hallway.}Backstage Producer: Hey, Malo ... {The producer shouts to the masked man, who turns with a smile}Malo: ¿SI? Backstage Producer: I gotta ask, man; what’s with the tuxedo? {Malo looks down at his clothing, his head cocked slightly to the side as though not understanding the confusion}Malo: I is looking to make the formal complaint ... so Malo dresses ... formally. Is this not right? {The producer stifles a laugh and waves his hand}Backstage Producer: No, no, no ... you should absolutely wear a tux when you see Cable; it’ll make his night! Malo: Gracias, amigo! {Malo turns and leaves the backstage producer smiling and shaking his head}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Dean Harper & Caleb Lockwood vs Pax Stormcrow & Devlin Raine
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Crowd: ONE FALL! Alison Valance: Introducing first: from Aitkin Minnesota, weighing in at 149 pounds – accompanied by his manager Witherspoon… PAX STORMCROW! {The lights in the arena dim, and there is the sound of a powerup collected in an old video game system. A beat is laid out, filling the arena with the sounds of a Midi file. The lights pulse in time with the music. As they flash as the beat trembles, an explosion of sparks rocks the entrance stage. Pax runs out, shouting at the crowd to hype them up as the chanting on Suplex by A Tribe Called Red kicks in.
Witherspoon walks out shortly afterwards. The big manager wears a charcoal gray suit. He glares angrily at the crowd, before following after his client
He jumps in place at the entrance ramp, before making his way down to the arena. He slaps hands with fans, especially taking the time to pay attention to a kid or two on the way down to the ring. Witherspoon, ignores the crowd. He slides under the ropes and rolls to his feet, circling the ring as he shouts to the crowd with a giant smile on his face, while Spoon paces at ringside in his corner.}Terri Morasco: Pax Stormcrow has definitely been making an impression since his debut, and a tag match against the reigning Man of Steel Champion might be what he needs to really propel him into the title scene, which has thus far been evading him. Alison Valance: And his partner, from Chicago Illinois… weighing in at 210 pounds – The Destiny Dealer, DEVLIN RAINE! {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 and slides under the bottom rope to salute at the crowd waving his hands to the music as if conducting an orchestra and then turns to keep eyes about him.}Vasco Dias: Though he may not be a part of Spike Kane’s Watchdogs, Terri, I don’t think there are many out there who have taken the fight to the Pack more than this man. Whether that proves an advantage or not is yet to be seen, but The Pack definitely seems keen on making him their next meal. Alison Valance: And their opponents… {The lights black out.}Vasco Dias: Speaking of which…! {Our Truth by Lacuna Coil begins to play as red lights begin to flash slowly before lights come up on the stage, now shrouded with thick red smoke. As the music swells, dim light begins to come up on the stage, now shrouded with blood red smoke as four silhouettes fade into view. As the guitar kicks in hard, the lights flash onto the stage revealing the two figures gazing into the crowd and taking in their reaction - a cold glare from Maxine, an almost manic laugh from Dean and a nodding, savage grin from Caleb. After a few seconds the two of them walk side by side to the ring, also shrouded with red smoke, both of them taking a corner and climbing onto the ropes gazing at their victims within. Finally, as one, they both leap into the ring and meet in the center, turning towards the hard camera as the house lights return.}Alison Valance: At a combined weight of 368 pounds – Representing the Pack: CALEB LOCKWOOD and IWF Man of Steel Champion DEAN HARPER! Terri Morasco: As strong as Pax and Devlin are, it’s always hard for two men to stand against a coordinated tag team like Dean and Caleb. These two men are like brothers to one another, and we’ve seen their synergy let them take down seemingly much more dangerous opponents before. Vasco Dias: These two men are bloodthirsty psychopaths both in the ring and out! You couldn’t pay me enough to fight against the two of them, no matter who you conned into being my tag partner! {The two teams move to their corners, Pax and Caleb almost having to physically drag Devlin and Dean from starting the fight early in the middle of the ring. Surprisingly, however, it is those two men who step through the ropes, leaving Caleb Lockwood and Pax Stormcrow to be the first contenders in the match as the ref calls for the bell!}DING!!! {As soon as the bell rings the two men briefly circle one another, keeping they movements quick as they size one another up. Pax is the first to make a move to start the offense flowing, trying to move in close to pull Caleb into his bread and butter ground work. However, the more experienced Lockwood keeps him at a distance by lashing out with a sharp kick to the younger man’s knee. Pax, however, seems almost encouraged by Lockwood’s efforts to keep him at bay, seeing it as confirmation that he will have the advantage if he can get close. Pax picks up his pace, fighting to get Caleb close enough to take him down and hoping that the years on the streets have done enough to dampen Lockwood’s agility.}Vasco Dias: Rarely do I see anyone wanting to get close to a man like Lockwood. Can you imagine the smell? {Eventually Caleb isn’t quite fast enough to keep Pax from getting in close, allowing Stormcrow to snap close enough to drive Caleb down with an armdrag powerslam! He moves to use his expertise in technical wrestling to his advantage, trying to wear Caleb down… but Caleb grins at the younger competitor as he shows his own skill with joint locks and ground work as well!}Terri Morasco: Did Caleb let Pax catch him to try to pull him into a trap? Vasco Dias: Caleb’s one of the best technical wrestlers in The Pack, beaten out only by Warren Kane. He may be a bloody-minded madman, but he’s a canny fighter who’s been in the business long enough to know how to take down these sprightly youngsters. {Pax is clearly taken somewhat aback at Caleb’s ground game, but doesn’t let the surprise keep him shaken for long. He works back to try to get an advantage, and uses his superior size as the needed leverage to seize the edge he needs! He manages to lock in the Ankle Lock, but realizes a hair too late that they are just a breath too close to the ropes. Caleb struggles against Pax’s grasp, reaching for the bottom rope. At ringside, Witherspoon eyes the rope almost hungrily, and for a moment he looks like he might pull the bottom rope away from Caleb’s hand… but he eventually opts not to as Caleb just manages to curl his fingers around it, breaking the hold.}Terri Morasco: For a moment I thought Witherspoon would cheat to let his protégé catch an early win! Vasco Dias: Pax is too weighed down with presumptions of nobility to let a legend like Spoony play to win. {Grasping his wrenched leg, Caleb moves over to his corner and tags Dean in, who leaps over the top rope with a wide grin as he squares off against Pax Stormcrow. Pax moves forward, much more confident in the idea of playing to his strengths against the less technically-minded Harper, but Dean laughs and meets Pax head-on, sending him against the ropes with a firm bicycle knee strike. He surges to keep Pax cornered there, tangling him up to trap him in the ropes. Witherspoon shouts furiously from ringside, warning Dean not to follow through. Dean walks across as though about to talk to Witherspoon… but simply laughs again before turning on his heel and charging into a football kick to Pax’s head!}Vasco Dias: That’s got to hurt! Pax might be a great technical wrestler, but he’s got no experience handling Harper’s… uh… unconventional style. Terri Morasco: He fights dirty! Vasco Dias: He fights what politicians might call an “alternative clean game”. {Dean stalks his prey, looking ready to try to pick the bones as Pax hauls himself to his feet, with Harper between him and his partner. However, as Dean gets close, he gives out a surge of energy and slams Dean to the ground with a punishing Snap Suplex! Instead of trying to push for the pin, knowing that Dean is too close to the ropes, Pax instead uses the opening to rush to his corner, tagging in Devlin Raine! As Dean is rising to his feet, Devlin meets him with a springboard BURNING CHROME, taking Harper right to the mat! With Harper taken down, Devlin turns to the crowd, spreading his arms and soaking in their approval!}Terri Morasco: Devlin Raine is definitely coming out with a fiery start tonight with an explosive entrance to the action! Vasco Dias: He may brush it off, but there’s no way that Raine doesn’t have a chip on his shoulder over losing the Man of Steel belt to Harper a few months ago. These two have done terrible things to one another over the past few months, and they almost seem to enjoy hurting each other. {Dean presses a hand to his jaw as he stands, grinning excitedly at Devlin as he shakes off the blow. Devlin whirls around to face Harper, smiling like an idiot as he beckons Dean to come and fight him. Dean shrugs and does exactly that, and the two men meet one another in a matched charge. Harper is visibly out of breath against the fresher Raine, having just endured two signature moves in rapid succession, but is tough enough to be holding his own rather effectively. However, Dean’s comparative exhaustion matched with Devlin’s firm understanding of how Dean fights gives him an edge in their clash – knocking Dean back to give him enough room to hit him with the BRAIN DANCE! Dean falls to the ground hard after the final blow of the combo, the step up enziguri that lays him out hard. Devlin goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
T – Dean kicks out just in time!}Vasco Dias: That was close! {Dean is now breathing a bit harder, and seems to be slightly dizzied by Devlin’s ferocious offense. Devlin moves forward, signaling for the SUBSPACE SLIDE… But Harper sees it coming! He moves away before Devlin can haul him up for what might have been the match’s coup de grace, and instead lays Devlin out with the UP IS DOWN! Knowing that one heavy move won’t be enough to put Devlin away, Dean instead stands, draws his thumb across his neck… and slams into Devlin again with the REALITY BREAK! Now Dean goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
T – Devlin Raine gets a shoulder up!}Terri Morasco: Devlin’s endurance in the face of these punishing moves never ceases to impress! {Dean seems shocked that Devlin managed to kick out, but doesn’t let it distract him. Instead he quickly moves back to his corner, tagging Caleb Lockwood back into the match! Caleb dashes forward quickly to keep Devlin from getting to his corner to tag in Pax, and Caleb savagely whips Devlin back towards the Pack’s corner. Devlin tries to get up high, but Caleb is on top of him too quickly for him to set up. Instead Devlin settles for a second-rope BURNING CHROME, nailing Caleb hard and sending him spiraling into the ropes. Devlin makes his way to his corner, looking for the hot tag, but Caleb is just too fast – crossing the distance be springing off the rope and taking Devlin down hard with the BEAST OF WAR! Caleb signals to Dean before wrenching Devlin up and whipping him again towards the corner… he tags Dean in before whipping Devlin against the ropes, popping him up on the rebound… only for Dean to bring him down hard with the SONS OF CONDEMNATION!! Caleb hits his corner and Dean tags him back in right away, letting Caleb slide in fast and snag the cover…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, Dean Harper and Caleb Lockwood… THE PACK! {Our Truth by Lacuna Coil begins to play, but Dean harshly signals for them to stop – pointing deliberately at Caleb as he shouts to the booth. The Pack’s theme cuts out, and is instead replaced by Otep’s Rise, Rebel, Resist as Dean helps Caleb to his feet, the two of them standing strong together as they raise their fists together in victory.}Terri Morasco: The Pack’s dominant streak continues! Harper and Lockwood together are turning into one of the toughest tag teams to beat in the IWF. Vasco Dias: Something’s got to give eventually… but at this rate, even with their leader’s arm broken by Shea O’Hara, it seems that these nightmarish cultists aren’t going anywhere any time soon. ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”I’m Coming For the Imperial Title”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The arena is shrouded in darkness for the exception of the titantron; a single shadowed figure is on the greyed out background, but after several seconds the individual shadow is joined by two more-- one on each side-- the number of shadows continue to grow until a bolt of lightning strikes the center of the stage! Smoke emits from the spot where the lightning bolt struck and fire rises across the entirety of the stage as an army emerges from behind the curtains. Ulf Hednir is leading the pack, followed by the masked security… there is no music to have queued for people to know Ulf was arriving, but the intense look on his face as the crowd surprisingly breaks out into the chant that they once greeted him with.}Crowd: Skål! Skål! Skål! Skål! Skål! {Ulf Hednir grits his teeth slightly before leading the march down to the ring; many of the fans are unconcerned with the attacks that Ulf Hednir had made earlier in the evening, and the chant continues throughout the otherwise silent arena… Ulf enters the ring immediately, with all of the masked security surrounding the ring. One of them rips a microphone away from a crew member and slides it into the ring where Ulf immediately picks it up.}Ulf Hednir: Jeg told them. Jeg told… de IWF… det de wolf was. Returning. For the hunt. {There is a momentary pause, as Ulf Hednir allows those words to sink in… the crowd still surprisingly cheers upon the announcement, and the sight, that Ulf Hednir has returned to the IWF.}Ulf Hednir: But de wolf does not hunt alone! {He gestures to the people surrounding him, and even indicates to the crowd that seems to be supportive of his return.}Ulf Hednir: De Heathen Army! Comes! With me! THE Heathen Army is going to control de IWF in ways det de Council only ever DREAMED of! But jeg ha never been a man to allow words guide me; only actions! Let de hel roster se, let de hel roster recognize det deres verst nightmare has come back! Let de hel roster be put on notice! Jeg am here to dominate! Jeg am here to control! Jeg am here to become de Imperial Champion! No matter hvem vinner tonight… {Ulf Hednir lifts a finger for each name he mentions.}Ulf Hednir: Bob Pooler. Mike Laszlo. Angel Blake. Eller… Andrew Jacobsen. {His eyes linger on the crowd.}Ulf Hednir: It does not matter hvem holds de Imperial Championship. Jeg… am coming for it. De Imperial Championship vil be mine! And this company-- de IWF-- vil know who is in charge, and who runs this place. It is not Cable Arcane! It is not Simon de Montfort! It is… The Heathen Army. {All of a sudden the stage is filled with a number of security, unmasked, to show that they are not part of what has now been referred to as The Heathen Army; Ulf Hednir glances toward them with a sly grin.}Ulf Hednir: Skål. {Ulf drops the microphone and escapes out of the ring as more security is pouring out from behind the curtains trying to prevent The Heathen Army and Ulf Hednir from escaping, but they climb over the railing and the crowd chants again in support of Ulf Hednir… the security starts to hurry to try to catch members of The Heathen Army, but they seem to disappear into the crowd as some are seen overhead removing their masks to blend in as members of the crowd. Ulf Hednir seemingly disappears into the crowd as well.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
If Angel or Mike garner the fall over Andrew Jacobsen, that individual will become the #1 Contender for the Imperial Championship. If Bob scores the win for his team, he will become the #1 Contender for the Imperial Championship. If Andrew Jacobsen garners the fall, Angel, Mike, and Bob are eliminated from contention.
Angel Blake & Mike Laszlo vs Bob Pooler & Andrew Jacobsen
---------------------------------------------------------- {The somber tones of "Sail" by DevilDriver hit the PA as the arena is plunged back into darkness. An "X" burning in black and white tones is displayed on the screen as a lone spot light appears on the stage just as the song starts to kick into gear, Angel stands there with his back to the crowd, his arms out in the mock Christ pose. Angel turns to face the crowd and they erupt into a chorus of boos as he sneers and heads to the ring in step with the song. Angel walks up the steps and quickly climbs up the ropes on the outside, he throws out his arms and tosses his coat to the side as he stands on the top rope, arms out stretched and the arena is blinded in light. Angel jumps down and waits for the match to start as the music comes to a stop.}Alison Valance: Weighing 228 pounds...he is known as God...ANGEL...BLAKE! Terri Morasco: Angel came out last week and made his claim on the Imperial Championship. Vasco Dias: He’s freaking GOD...of course he has a claim. Terri Morasco: There’s others who disagreed, and hence we have this match after an all out brawl broke out last week. {"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to an abundance of cheers from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, Alexis by his side holding his other hand.}Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds…MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO! {The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of cheers. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a sly grin on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match.}Terri Morasco: One of those who disagreed was this man who is now Angel’s partner here tonight. Vasco Dias: Well he has as much a claim as Bob Pooler does. These guys think they can just show up and make claims on our champion. {The lights in the arena suddenly turn out, plunging the fans into darkness. Little by little, small beacons of light begins to pop up as the fans raise their lit cellphone aloft as the #WWIDN appears on the Jumbotron in bright red and the opening drumbeat of “Red Fraction” begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the song begins to pick up. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he points to the nosebleed sections with his right before making his way to the edge of the ramp.}Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds … Bob … POOOOOLER! {Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}Terri Morasco: Bob was the first to interrupt God’s claim. Vasco Dias: Yeah...can’t wait to see what he does next… {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, Danielle Chase a step behind him. 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. Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew 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 and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: And now our champion who has said he will take on all comers! Vasco Dias: Noble as always, but eventually, shooting off at the mouth like that is going to cost him. {The two teams stand in a corner. Bob and Andrew looking on as Mike and Angel try to figure out who is going to start the match. Bob and Andrew seem to be enjoying the disension. Mike demands that Angel get out and Angel shoves him and tells him to do so. This doesn’t sit well and Mike shoves Angel into Bob and Andrew who obviously don’t think to kindly of it. Mike exits the ring and Andrew continues striking Angel who is now fighting back as Bob too exits the ring. Eventually, the champion gets the advantage and wraps Angel up with a headlock until Angel backs him into the ropes and sends him forward. Andrew rebounds and Angel hits him hard with a shoulder block, but Andrew doesn’t go down, a smile on his face. He runs to the ropes again and the two collide again, this time, the two stumbling toward the ropes. They charge again and both have the same idea, clotheslining one another in the center of the ring.}Vasco Dias: Matching wits! Terri Morasco: They had the same idea and the impact was hard felt. {Both men are down and rolling toward their corner. Bob reaches out and gets tagged by Andrew. Angel crawls toward the corner where Mike reaches over and slaps him on the shoulder.}Terri Morasco: Emphatic tag! {Mike and Bob enter and the two square each other up. They tie up in the center of the ring and the test of strength really doesn’t go anywhere, but the two force each other to the ground and roll to the outside.}Terri Morasco: This doesn’t end well, at least it didn’t last week. {The referee starts counting, but from inside the ring to the outside comes the champion with a Suicide Dive taking out both Bob and Mike! Andrew too hits hard on the barricade, but is up holding the back of his head as the crowd cheers him on...WHAM! From behind, Angel clobbers Andrew into the barricade!}Vasco Dias: WHAT A SHOT! Terri Morasco: Here we go again! {Angel starts stomping away at the champion. Bob is first to his feet of the other two in the match and comes over to fight Angel. The two start going back and forth, then Mike interrupts, looking for a Superkick to the back of Bob’s head, but Bob sees it on the big screen out of the corner of his eye and ducks out of the way, and Angel eats the kick! Mike turns an Bob is in his face with a forearm that stumbles him. Bob then grabs him by the head and slams him into the post!}Vasco Dias: Vicious! Terri Morasco: Bob using his veteran skills to takeout the competition. {Bob turns and sees Angel struggling to his feet and goes to capitalize, but Angel pulls him by the waistband right into the barricade!}Referee: 10! {The bell rings as the four continue fighting on the outside.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended with a double countout! {The crowd boos as the four men again continue fighting.}Terri Morasco: So who is the number one contender? Vasco Dias: It’s a huge fight...what’s better than that? {Authority figures come out to separate the four, but it doesn’t last long as Andrew and Bob lunge onto Mike and Angel! More of the backstage personnel come out and they’re separated again, but this time it’s Angel and Mike returning the favor. Now roster members are out to break this up, and it’s finally enough to keep this from escalating, the camera panning back and forth between the competitors as the IWF and Sacrifice logos appear in the corners of the screen before fading to black.} |
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Well howdy there pardner.