IWF Presents: Danger Zone - February 25, 2018

[Riley Gordon]

Sunday, February 25, 2018
Estadio Caliente, Tijuana, Mexico

DEADLINES:

ROLEPLAYS (1 RP LIMIT): 6AM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT APPROVAL: 6PM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT SUBMISSION: Until the show is posted (Tuesday Nights).

- Handlers who are not booked are strongly advised to submit segments for the show to continue their character development. Those who want to be booked can request a match on the basis that one of the competitors will write it to prevent the staff becoming over-extended.

















CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE

[Riley Gordon]

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PRE-SHOW SEGMENT
”Don’t You Have Somewhere To Be?”

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{Before the show opens we suddenly find ourselves backstage as an agitated Vasco Dias can be seen shouting at an IWF Staff members, clutching a cup of some sort of hot beverage with a look of total disgust on his face.}

Vasco Dias: I said I wanted no milk in my latte you incompetent bastard!

IWF Staff: But sir… all lattes contain milk.

Vasco Dias: Unacceptable! Get out of my sight!

{The staff member bows their head and gets out of dodge as quickly as possible as Vasco shakes his head.}

Roberto Verona: You just can’t get the service around here, can you?

{Vasco turns and almost jumps out of his skin excitedly as Roberto Verona walks into sight.}

Vasco Dias: Mr Verona, I apologise, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.

Roberto Verona: I’ve paid for this arena, I may as well get as much enjoyment out of it as I can.

Vasco Dias: Quite… but still, forgive me, why are you here?

Roberto Verona: I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait for when we sit down together later.

{Verona looks at his watch.}

Roberto Verona: Don’t you have somewhere to be?

{Vasco looks confused for a moment before the cogs suddenly begin to turn and he tears of his bib and rushes out of the room as Verona chuckles to himself and the opening video package for Danger Zone begins to play.}

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, you’re opening match of the evening is scheduled for one fall…

{The synthesized beginning of "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor begins to play as the crowd grows silent.}

YOU READYYYY!?

LET'S GO!

{The beat breaks in and the strobe lights around the arena go with said beat as the crowd begin to boo.}

"This is ten percent luck..."

{As the lyrics begin a single spotlight shines on the man known as "Greatness Personified" before he glances over his shoulder, staring down at the ring. With a concentrated look he slowly turns and starts down to the ring as he's announced.}

Alison Valance: From New York City, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is "Greatness Personified"...DEREK BROOKS!

{He holds out his arms at the end of the walkway as his name echoes throughout the arena as the fans continue to boo, yet he basks in it anyway. He climbs the stairs and walks along the apron to the corner where he ascends and looks out to the crowd before flinging his arm in the air much to their dismay. He jumps down and steps through the ropes, walking to the center, bouncing around, light as a cat despite his large frame as he gazes out to the crowd before snapping around, climbing the corner and flinging his arm in the air again as the flash bulbs go off everywhere. He jumps down and continues bouncing from one foot to the other in a graceful manner as he waits for the match to begin.}

Terri Morasco: Derek trying to make a name for himself, interrupting Mike a few weeks ago, and following it up with an attack in the backstage area.

Vasco Dias: I like this new attitude of Derek, and the cowardice of Mike was shown when he attacked Derek last week.

Terri Morasco: Attacked? It’s called retribution and Derek deserved it.

Alison Valance: And his opponent…

{"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: Mike showing that he’s no mere stepping stone in this company.

Vasco Dias: We’ll see about that. Just imagine if Derek wins tonight.

Terri Morasco: We’ll never here the end of it.

{The bell rings and the two men walk up to one another. The trash talking ensues until Derek slaps Mike right across the face, a big smile gracing his own as Mike turns away.}

Terri Morasco: I don’t know if I agree with that.

Vasco Dias: This is Derek Brooks, I don’t think he cares a single bit what you think.

{Mike turns and takes Derek down with a double leg takedown, unloading on the man with a thirty pound weight advantage before Derek is able to shove him off. Derek shows his quickness though and is back on his feet, and as Mike turns for more offense, Derek levels him with a huge Clothesline!}

Terri Morasco: What a shot!

Vasco Dias: So much for momentum.

{Derek is up to his feet with that huge smile on his face as he looks down at Mike who is face first against the canvas. Derek picks him up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, stunning Laszlo who stumbles out into the arms of Derek who pops him up and over with a Belly to Belly Overhead Release Suplex!}

Terri Morasco: Derek showing up in the big moment here to open up Danger Zone.

Vasco Dias: HA! You gave the devil his due!

Terri Morasco: Well, he’s starting off well, better than many might have suspected.

{Derek rolls over onto his stomach and does some push ups that don’t sit too well with the crowd before springing to his feet and stalking Mike who is using the ropes to pull himself up in the corner only to be splashed with the full body weight of Derek, dropping him into a seated position as Derek turns and taunts the crowd.}

Vasco Dias: The Personification of Greatness!

Terri Morasco: You and he may think so, but I think he’s giving Mike too much time to recover a bit.

{Derek goes toward the corner where Mike has pulled himself up once more and lays an elbow to the side of the head before burying a knee into his gut. He pulls Mike from the corner and whips him to the far side, only to have it reversed and almost simultaneously as Derek hits the turnbuckle, Mike follows in with a knee to the face in the corner! Mike pulls Derek out, ducking under his arm before grabbing him from behind and hitting a Neckbreaker, floating into the first cover of the match, but only getting a two count in the process.}

Terri Morasco: Derek gave Mike too much time, and Mike made him pay.

Vasco Dias: Okay, maybe he showboated a little more than he should have.

{Mike gets up and stalks Derek who is on all fours, slowly getting to a knee as Mike takes off for the ropes, coming in fast, looking for the running knee he calls the “Shot of Malice”, but Derek avoids the contact while at the same time, grabbing Mike, twisting him through the air and driving Mike back first into Derek’s knee with the “Happenstance” Backbreaker. He shoves Mike into the mat, executing his own first cover of the match...ONE! TWO! NO! Mike gets the shoulder up.}

Terri Morasco: Mike got a little offense in, but Derek was able to snatch the momentum right back.

Vasco Dias: Sometimes God given ability is all you need, and experience comes in second.

{Derek stands there, stalking Mike who is slow to his feet, grabbing at his lower back in pain. Derek shoots him into the ropes with an Irish Whip before lifting him into the air, looking for the devastating Spinebuster we’ve seen him deliver on numerous occasions...MIKE HOLDS ON AND DDTs HIM INTO THE MAT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!}

Terri Morasco: Great counter by Laszlo!

Vasco Dias: Derek might have a concussion! He spiked him right into the mat!

{The referee starts a count as both men fight to their feet, Mike their first hitting a Spinning Backfist on Derek that knocks him back a few steps. Derek comes back with a right hand. Mike returns the favor and the two start rapidly trading blows in the center of the ring. Derek rears back and tries to take Mike’s head off again, but Mike ducks the wild swing, grabbing Derek and planting him with a picture perfect German Suplex in the center of the ring!}

Terri Morasco: The tide seems to be turning.

Vasco Dias: Just a flurry.

{Mike stalks Derek who is trying to get to his feet. Mike darts for the ropes and this time connects with the side of Derek’s head with the “SHOT OF MALICE!” Running Knee Strike! Normally a cover might be warranted, but Mike looks to the corner, then back down at Derek who seems out. Mike heads to the corner and starts climbing the turnbuckle to the elation of the crowd, but quick as a cat, especially for a man his size, Derek is up and hits Mike, knocking him into a seated position. Derek climbs to the second rope and looks for a Superplex that could end it all but Mike starts fighting, slipping between the legs of Derek and then pulling those legs out from under him, stunning the big man after his face collides with the top turnbuckle!}

Terri Morasco: Great ring awareness by Mike Laszlo!

{Derek spins in the corner as Mike goes through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. He grabs Derek by the head and flips over him with a Diamond Dust, transitioning into the CROSSFACE!}

Terri Morasco: He’s got the Down Payment locked in!

Vasco Dias: Reach for the ropes!

{Derek screams in agony as Mike wrenches back on the hold. Derek contemplates tapping but sees the ropes through the fingers of Mike and starts clawing toward them, eventually reaching them and breaking the hold much to the chagrin of the crowd.}

Vasco Dias: Boo all you want! Great ring awareness by Derek!

Terri Morasco: It was enough to break the hold, but was the damage done?

{Mike rolls off the hold as Derek pulls himself up to his feet. Mike charges as Derek steps toward the center of the ring and looks like he’s got the Entanglement on his mind and LOCKS IT IN! Derek has nowhere to go in the center of the ring!}

Terri Morasco: He’s put down many with this hold!

Vasco Dias: I hate to say it but Derek has nowhere to go here!

{Derek fights the hold and looks as if he’s ready to tap out, but at the very last second, he’s able to muscle Mike out of the hold and onto his shoulders...SAMOAN DROP!}

Terri Morasco: He countered the hold!

Vasco Dias: Great move kid! GREAT MOVE!

{Both men are down in the center of the ring but eventually Derek is able to drape an arm over Mike...ONE! TWO! THR..NO! Mike gets the shoulder off the mat and Derek’s eyes go big in his head! He’s back to his feet and pulls Mike in for the “Display of Greatness” (Rock Bottom) but Mike hits a few shots to the side of Derek’s head before shooting to the ropes. Derek grabs him again and goes for the Happenstance Backbreaker (Irish Curse) but Mike counters...ENTANGLEMENT IS LOCKED IN AGAIN!}

Terri Morasco: He’s got him locked in again!

Vasco Dias: Power out again!

{Derek is able once more to power out of the hold, but this time, Mike manages to gain control of Derek’s head and just starts maliciously slamming his knee into Derek’s face, dropping the upstart to his knees before stepping over and applying the hold a third time!}

Terri Morasco: Derek’s gotta be out! Those knees were vicious!

Vasco Dias: He’s got no vertical base, and Mike’s going to rip that arm out of socket!

{The referee is right there and after a bit more resistance, Derek can’t take it anymore and taps out in the center of the ring as the bell rings.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner...MIKE...LASSSSSZZZLOOOOOO!

{Alexis jumps into the ring as Derek rolls out. “Cult of Personality” blares through the sound system as the two celebrate.}

Terri Morasco: Mike with the victory to kick off the show. Can Alexis follow suit?

Vasco Dias: I hope not! Can you imagine how much we’d have to hear about that?

{The two continue to celebrate as we cut away.}

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SEGMENT
”Do You Have a Minute?”

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{Camera comes on with the door opening to Ciara and Vivienne sitting backstage. Vivienne has her eyes closed and headphones in, clearly listening to some music. Ciara is scrolling through her phone. A media intern is walking in, looking at the camera to make sure it’s on before facing the two women.}

Intern: Hey do you have a minute to talk about the Shield Maiden match coming up?

Ciara O'Connor: {Not looking up from her phone} She’s busy. Preparing herself for the match.

Intern: Oh. Um, well do you have anything we can talk to you about?

Ciara O'Connor: It’s been a while since I’ve been in a match. Last match I had was with that useless fake punk Kate Steele.

Intern: That’s something! Do you want to talk about Kate Steele?

Ciara O'Connor: She lost. She’s worthless what is there to say?

Intern: Do you have anything to say to her anyways? Maybe how you feel about her being your only match?

Ciara O'Connor: She’s trash. Happy? I’m busy.

Intern: All your doing is looking at Instagram…

Ciara O'Connor: And? It’s worth more of my time than wasting words on Kate Steele.



Vasco Dias: Danger Zone just keeps on rolling folks, and it’s time for the Invictus Championship match!

Terri Morasco: That’s right Vasco. Spike Kane won the championship from Jayson Matthews in the Extinction Event, and then defended it against him in the Dragons Den.

Vasco Dias: Sufficient to say, it’s been in some pretty high profile matches.

Terri Morasco: Now it’s on Pax Stormcrow to try and pry it from the hands of the God of Xtreme.

{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}

Vasco Dias: Here he is Terri, the man who thinks he can take on Spike Kane without bending any rules, without using any weapons or anything of the kind. I think he’s an idiot if you ask me.

Terri Morasco: Nobody did.

{The crowd grow silent as the lights go out, monks chanting can be heard, as the chanting gets louder the stage area starts to fill with smoke. Suddenly, and abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.}

“BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS!
Is this all what we are?
SISTERS! MY SISTERS!
We’ve been crushed by the fists of GOD!!!”

{On the word God another pyro explodes either side of the rampway as Spike Kane appears through the smoke, to a growing roar from the crowdt. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd. After a few seconds he simply heads right to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and standing right in the center of the ring, extending his arms once more, before the lights fade to normal and the music fades.}

Vasco Dias: All Bloody Hail!

Terri Morasco: Since when did you become such a fan of Spike Kane again?

Vasco Dias: Since he’s going to murder someone.

{The referee takes the Invictus Championship from Spike Kane and shows it to Pax Stormcrow who nods at the ref, who then holds the belt up into the air before handing it to the timekeeper, before calling for the bell. Pax Stormcrow is hopping from foot to foot, but Spike Kane hasn’t moved a muscle, he’s just staring across the ring at Pax.}

Terri Morasco: I haven’t seen Spike this focused in some time.

Vasco Dias: He was pretty brutal in his promo towards Pax this week.

Terri Morasco: And Pax demanded Spike bring his A Game.

{Pax begins to pace the ring towards Spike, but Kane doesn’t move. Pax looks to his manager, as if to ask “is this guy serious” and as he does so Spike lunges out of the corner with a huge lariat taking Stormcrow down to the ground. Pax hits the mat and bounces back to his feet, he turns to Spike who takes him down with an armdrag sending him across the ring. Pax rolls back to his feet once more just as Spike lunges for a Bloody Sunday kick, but Pax pulls himself back with the ropes and out of the way. He leans back on the ropes, as Spike just smirks at him.}

Vasco Dias: Spike is playing some mind games with the rookie here.

Terri Morasco: But you’ve got to give Pax props for scouting that Bloody Sunday there.

{Stormcrow stares daggers at Spike who just shrugs, before Pax comes off the ropes and nails Spike with a forearm. Kane comes back with one of his own, before Pax now hits Spike with an armdrag of his own. Spike is flung across the ring, and lands on his feet, he comes back and swings for a clothesline but Pax ducks underneath it and hooks Spike before hitting him with a german suplex! Spike rolls to the apron and then to the outside, taking the time to catch his breath.}

Terri Morasco: Pax has Spike on the ropes!

Vasco Dias: He’s on the outside rethinking his strategy, what are you talking about?

Terri Morasco: I didn’t mean literally.

{Spike looks to the crowd, then the apron, before flipping up the apron and pulling out a bunch of weapons. A kendo stick, a steel chair, a trash can, a table, and a sledgehammer! The crowd are on their feet, as in the ring Pax Stormcrow doesn’t look too happy. Witherspoon at ringside is screaming and shouting at Spike, but Kane ignores him. Spike begins to throw the weapons into the ring, throwing the chair, the kendo stick, the trash can, the kendo stick. He holds the sledgehammer up in front of his face. He’s about to climb into the ring with it, when Witherspoon runs over and pulls it away from him. Spoon throws the sledgehammer away and almost immediately realises the mistake he’s made as he turns to see a wide eyed Spike Kane.}

Vasco Dias: Oh no...dude...why!?

{Spike grabs Spoon by the throat, turning to look up at Pax who is screaming and shouting at Spike to let him go, but Spike just hefts Spoon up into the air and hits him with the BLOOD GODS WRATH ONTO THE APRON! The crowd all react with “ooohs” as Spoon just crumbles to the floor. Pax drops to a knee clutching at his hair, as Spike snarls down at him. Suddenly though, Stormcrowd grabs the ropes and slingshots himself over them with a sloppy crossbody on Spike taking him down.}

Terri Morasco: Spike found a way to push Pax’s buttons and made him go out of his play book.

Vasco Dias: You’re telling me, that cross body was ugly!

Terri Morasco: I’d love to see you do a better one.

{Pax grabs Spike and in a flurry lifts him up and hits him with a Snap Suplex onto the steel steps! As soon as he hits it, Pax’s reaction shows it wasn’t intentional, more situational. He looks at Spike, but then goes to check on Witherspoon. EMT’s are already rushing down to check on him, meanwhile Spike Kane is crawling around the otherside of the ring and slowly pulling himself into the ring. Once the EMT’s convince Pax that they have Witherspoon in their caring hands he looks up to see Spike climbing into the ring. Pax immediately climbs up and storms over towards him, only for Spike to thrust his arm upwards and his Pax with a thunderous low blow!}

Terri Morasco: WHAT!? COME ON!

Vasco Dias: Well ….I mean…..

{As Pax is recoiling from the low blow the referee slides back into the ring, while the EMT’s take Spoon away. Spike pops up and scoops Stormcrow into the air and hits him with a SPIKE IMPAILER! The crowd go nuts, as they haven’t seen one for a while. Spike looks like he’s going to go for the cover, but instead he rolls his head a little, a sinister look on his face as he eyes the steel chair. He picks it up and sets it up in a sitting position in the middle of the ring, he then drags Pax back to his feet and hits him with the SPIKE IMPAILER ONTO THE SET UP STEEL CHAIR! Now….Spike covers, with a grin on his face…...ONE! …..TWO! …...THREE! The referee calls for the bell and grabs the belt, handing it to Spike as “Crushed” blasts over the sound system. Spike takes the belt and stands with one foot ontop of Pax Stormcrow and raising it high.}

Vasco Dias: It almost felt like a bit of the “old” Spike right there Terri…

Terri Morasco: Something I’m not sure we really need Vasco….but alas, Spike Kane is still the Invictus Champion.

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SEGMENT
”Rolling In The Deep.”

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{"I'm Shipping Up to Boston" plays as Fiona McFly power-walks down to the ring, sporting her authentic Western wear and a stone-faced, driven look on her mug.}

Terri Morasco: I've never seen Fiona look like this before. Her face is absolutely possessed.

Vasco Dias: She probably wants to put the gossip about her and Johnny Fuckboy in-between the bedsheets!

Terri Morasco: OH WILL YOU STOP!?!

{With a stick in hand, Fiona quickly hops into the ring and takes a few moments for the ovation and the music to quiet down.}

Fiona McFly: Reading what has been transpiring on the Twitter feed has given me reason to come out here tonight...and I've got something I feel compelled to say so please bear with me.

I've been calm about the deal with me and James Gilmore. I've been professional with how people have reacted to it all. But to see the dirt and muck coming from certain parties on the Twitter feed--especially from those on that pain cult of wolves in sheep's clothing--is just absolutely DISGUSTING and it sickens me to tears to have to sift through the mess and try to comprehend it all--not just as a competitor, but as a living, breathing soul.

Now? I'm way past angry. I'm way past hurt.

I'm on the verge of losing me FUCKING mind.

{The crowd roars as Fiona paces around the ring like some caged animal.}

Fiona McFly: I've made mistakes in me life--too many of them to point out bullet by bullet. I turned left when Ishould have turned right, I sped up when I should have slowed down...you get the picture? I wear these mistakes on me shoulders like a badge of honour and I'm damned proud of that. 'Cos is the flaws I've got and embraced that make me want to get up every morning and live each moment like it's going to be me last one on this planet.

'Cos life is simply too precious and sweet to be taken for granted--we're NOT guaranteed the absolution of having a "tomorrow."

The vast majority of you in IWF...including you lovelies in the seats...you helped me get through Jack's passing, even though some might not consider me a "friend." You've sent messages, given me hugs...and all that has brought warm feelings of comfort into me heart. I love you all for that--I truly, TRULY do from me heart to yours.

{The crowd politely applauds as the camera zooms in, catching the wedding ring she still wears on her finger as a momento to Jack's memory.}

Fiona McFly: Yet here was a point in time when I knew that I had to move on from the grief, that it was time for me to make me return and get back to doing what I love doing the most--entertaining no matter the results. But I wanted to do MORE than that...and when I gazed me eyes upon a man who lost his right eye and was seething from the inside 'cos of everything he went through, I couldn't just stand there and let him figuratively kill himself.

I chose to step up to the plate and take action when others mocked and made fun of me. I chose to help James Gilmore by giving him a simple gift: a notebook joural. It was HIS choice whether to throw it away...or write his story in it. I couldn't make that choice for him--he had to do it on his own.

But I wanted to help him...'cos that's what Jack did for me when I was raped.
'Cos that's what he would have WANTED me to do for others, to be someone that is there to provide hope and comfort to those who need it, to be a TRUE friend.

{The fans offer up a mixed reaction on James Gilmore, yet a few of them understand his situation and what it took for him to return to IWF after a five month absence.}

Terri Morasco: There ain't no jokin' here tonight from Fiona, folks. All she wants to do is be someone people can call a "friend."

Vasco Dias: No snogging?

Terri Morasco: VASCO DIAS, GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER! It's not about SEX, mind you?!

Fiona McFly: I try, as hard as I can, to see good in all people--often at times to little or no fanfare--but in the end, the only thing that matters to me is love and friendship. When I first saw James, I didn't see a haggard freak that accidentally shot a guy that tried to kill HIM and his roommate on their own property. I saw a man who had a tortured past, who regretted being a bigoted, overtly political figure, who had a soul longing and yearning to rediscover the person he USED to be, the "dreamer" that lives in all of us.

The alternative? I could have sat on me fat arse and watched as someone like, for example Dean Harper, warp James' mind further 'til he became a part of a collective hive mind that worships a LITERAL DEMON and has zero sense of honour and dignity.

{The fans jeer, but we start to see Fiona's face turn a deep, deep red at the vvery mention of The Pack and its leader.}

Fiona McFly: And now they, this Pack including our esteemed Diamonds champion, mocks me and me husband's memory at EVERY turn. And now they think I'm just out there so a guy like Gilmore can put his dick in me mouth and "fall in love" with me?! I've never, in me whole life, wanted to utter the phrase I'm about to utter on here, for I was raised on the notion, by a mum who's a terror sympathiser, that it was a unforgivable sin to say it. But after sorting and slogging me way through all the shite on Twitter, I've only got one thing to say to you, Dean Harper and the Pack...

{Fiona pauses, looking around at the fanbase as we hear a wave of young teenage girls screaming, causing a brief murmur. She briefly shakes her head, her lips quivering in fear of something awful happening to her. Then, almost without warning...}

Fiona McFly: ...God. DAMN. YOU!

{...the shit hit the fan. The fans erupt to their feet as Fiona's eyes well up with tears, bloodshot by all the madness going on in her head.}

Fiona McFly: I am ASHAMED to see what this lot of THUGS have become! I am ASHAMED that I did nothing and watched patiently as that CULT got stronger and stronger...but you know what Brooklyn Madrox?! Anyone of the other Diamonds that are vying to get a hold your belt...they should be the LEAST of your worries. And if youse want a war that goes beyond the bounds of professionalism, honour, and human decency...

{Fiona grits her teeth, almost to a demonic snarl.}

Fiona McFly: ...I'll fucking GIVE you one.

{Fiona chucks the mic off to the side, where it lands on the deck with a loud thud... but before she can walk away or the fans can react…}

Dawn Halliwell: Oh, shut the FUCK up!

{Shoot to Thrill by Halestorm plays as Dawn Halliwell steps out on stage, wearing her in-ring attire and holding a mic in hand. She is clearly angry as she storms down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope before getting right up in Fiona McFly’s face. She stares her down for a few seconds before bringing the mic up to her mouth.}

Dawn Halliwell: It’s just like I thought. You were going to come out here and play the same moralistic self-righteous bullshit that you’re always spouting on Twitter. Coming out here and acting like you’re supposed to be some poor put-upon victim who’s never done anything wrong, and how we’re all supposed to support and love you because you’re trying to help the most despised man on the IWF roster. Give me a fucking break, you self-righteous hypocrite.

{There’s a mixed reaction as some are still fans of Fiona, but pretty much everyone despises Gilmore.}

Dawn Halliwell: I wanted to come out here and do something you’ve never had the fucking stones to do – come out here and tell you what I think of you to your face instead of hiding behind a keyboard or a microphone. I wanted to come out here and tell you that you are WORSE than the Pack.

{An “OOOOOOOOH” echoes throughout the arena.}

Dawn Halliwell: If I sat around naming all your sins, we’d be here all year, Lucky Charms, so I’ll make this nice and quick. One, you’re bitching about how people are disrespecting your dead husband’s memory – and yet you’re the one who’s using him as a justification for everything you do, including defending a man who once was so racist against the Irish – that culture you claim to come from and respect so much – that the IWF had to name a special show to apologize to a country. Two, you constantly claim to be the only one fighting the pack, but every time you’ve had a chance to challenge them, stop them from hurting someone, or actually do anything about them you’ve been singularly absent. Three – and this is the one that gets me the most – you have the fucking stones to constantly, EVERY WEEK, either on Twitter or out here, use your husband’s corpse as a stepping stone for your own advancement.

{Another “OOOOOOOOOH” as the punches just keep coming.}

Dawn Halliwell: You’re a hypocrite. You’re a coward. You’re a gold-digging attention whore using your own husband’s corpse as a prop on your self-aggrandizing crusade. And watching you put on the show about how you’re somehow the victim is DISGUSTING. I am ASHAMED of what you’ve become. I’m way beyond angry. I’m way beyond hurt. I’m on the verge of losing my FUCKING mind.

{Dawn smirks.}

Dawn Halliwell: But the difference between you and me is? I’m not just going to talk about it.

{In a sudden frenzy of violence, Dawn starts laying hard into Fiona McFly, laying into her with a series of knee strikes before grabbing her by the hair and slamming her head into the turnbuckle! Before Fiona can react, Dawn takes the mic in her hand and starts savagely striking at Fiona’s head with its base, the vibrations from the strikes resonating through the mic and into the arena. Security rushes into the ring to get Dawn away from Fiona, who begins to fight back by trying to take Dawn down to the mat. Dawn cackles excitedly as Fiona fights back, seeming to revel in the idea of a pitched fight… but before anything conclusive happens, three security guards pull her away.}



Terri Morasco: Next up we have the fatal four way for the Shield Maiden.

Vasco Dias:All four women have something to prove tonight. Rayne to maintain her hard won back belt. Crystal to prove her momentum is going to continue. Vivienne and Abigail that they are the future of this division

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one and is a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH FOR THE SHIELD MAIDEN BELT!

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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!


Alison Valance: On her way down to the ring first, weighing in at 115 pounds Crystal Millar!

{I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol.}

Vasco Dias:Crystal is here to prove to everyone that she can’t be counted out. After her last two matches that is something to take to heart.

{Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.}

Terri Morasco: You must admire the dedication she has done to get herself back. To be in this position to get the Shield Maiden Belt is nothing to ignore.

{The arena darkens as “Feel Invincible” by Skillet hits the sound system a single light shines down onto the stage as Abigail Spencer walks out onto the stage.}

Terri Morasco: Abagail is motivated to make a big impression here.

Vasco Dias:For good reason too. She made a good match with Vivienne last week but this is the time and the place to really show how much she’s improved.

Alison Valance: Next down to the ring weighing 117 pounds…Abagail Spencer!

{Once the vocals start, her hood up, once the female backing vocals kick in she drops to her knees , her arms outstretched at her sides and as the vocals say “YOU MAKE ME FEEL INVINCIBLE” she throws her hands into the air and her hood falls backwards as the light shines down on her face before the house lights flash on and she makes her way to the ring, completely ignoring the crowd and everyone around her.}

Terri Morasco: I think she’s already shown how much she’s improved.

{The opening trumpets to Confident by Demi Lovato begin to play as the lights in the ring drop, leaving gold and green spotlights on the stage and ramp. The lights in the arena pulse with similar colors as the bass kicks in.}

Alison Valance: Next on her way down to the ring, weighing in at 140 pounds, Vivienne Rodgers!

{Vivienne herself does not appear until the lyrics begin in Earnest, walking on from backstage with Ciara alongside her. Vivienne grins confidently as she raises a fist into the air on stage, holding the pose for a few seconds before stepping toward the ring, throwing a few punches and a kick as she begins to walk.}

Vasco Dias:Vivienne looks more excitable than normal

Terri Morasco: Can you blame her?

{She jumps up onto the apron, walking alongside the outer part of the ring before going in over the top rope, interacting with the crowd as she circles the inside of the ring. Ciara follows her in, circling opposite her and working to get the crowd psyched up for the match. She takes to the center of the ring as the chorus plays, raising her fists into the air before she and her manager share a high five before Vivienne settles into her corner as Ciara slips out to ringside.}

Terri Morasco: This is going to be an intense match, you can feel that.

Vasco Dias:The way all these women are looking at each other as they enter the ring is intense. And the best hasn’t even arrived yet.

Alison Valance: Next on her way to the ring, weighing in at 155 pounds, the reigning Shield Maiden Champion Rayne!

{Blood by In this Moment roars throughout the arena as the crowd cheers. Rayne storms out from the back and through the curtain and stops on the center of the stage soaking in the cheers. Rayne looks around with a sly smirk before marching her way down to the ring.}

Terri Morasco: Rayne recently won back the Shield Maiden belt from Astrid Hall.

Vasco Dias:Rayne is a two time Shield Maiden Champion! She’s the clear favorite here.

Terri Morasco: I think this has a chance to be anyone’s match.

{Rayne rolls right in under the bottom rope and jumps right to her feet before heading to the corner of the ring and throwing her arms up yelling out "The Boss Bitch is Here!"}

Terri Morasco: Rayne has done a lot for women in this profession.

{The four women stand in the ring looking at each other waiting for the bell to ring. There is a moment where the camera focuses on each of their faces, Rayne makes clear who her target is. Crystal gestures for her to bring it. Abagail glares at the display.}

Terri Morasco: There doesn’t seem to be much love lost between Rayne and Crystal.

Vasco Dias:Of course! Rayne disrespected Crystal. Crystal is just living her life and Rayne has to be so judgmental.

{The bell rings. Rayne goes straight for Crystal, hitting her with a running forearm smash and hauling her in for a powerbomb. Abagail goes for Viv with an European Uppercut that knocks Viv back into the ropes. Abagail turns to watch Rayne lift Crystal up doing a Chokeslam back breaker.}

Vasco Dias:Abagail is clearly waiting for something here…

{Abigail goes for a legdrop on Rayne as she’s grabbing Crystal for another move.}

Terri Morasco: Abagail taking things off Rayne’s game plan a little here.

Vasco Dias:The smart move if you ask me! Rayne wants Crystal. Imagine how good it would look to pin the champion instead?

{Abigail goes for a Elbow smash on Rayne’s head.}

Vasco Dias:YES! Things are getting heated!

{Crystal rolls away from the action going on with Abigail and Rayne.}

Terri Morasco: Crystal is getting out of there.

{Rayne uses her height on Abigail to push her away, glaring at the younger girl. Abigail grins before charging at Rayne with a Double Knee.}

Terri Morasco: Abigail is clearly wanting that focus from Rayne.

Vasco Dias:The smart thing to do.

{As Crystal is standing up slowly Viv walks up behind her grabbing her from behind and swinging her into a powerbomb. Abigail hits Rayne with a short arm clothesline knocking her back.}

Terri Morasco: Vivienne going after Crystal here while Abigail goes for Rayne.

Vasco Dias:Nice idea.

{While Viv is hitting Crystal with another powerbomb, Abigail climbs the rope as she waits until Rayne stands up . Abigail leaps into a Ascension knocking Rayne down. She goes for the pin but Rayne hits her in the face hard. Abigail moves back and Rayne grabs her.}

Terri Morasco: Looks like Abigail has finally gotten Rayne’s attention

Vasco Dias:Why she would want it is beyond me.

{Crystal slips out of Viv’s grip and goes for Leg Sweep. She waits for Viv to get back up before hitting her with a Enziguri. Crystal starts posing around the ring as the crowd reacts.}

Terri Morasco: Now might not be the time to start doing this

Vasco Dias:It’s always the time to let everyone soak in how amazing Crystal is!

{Rayne hits Abigail with a Hip toss into the turnbuckle before hitting Abigail with a Corner big boot. Rayne turns and sees Crystal before turning her back on Abigail.}

Terri Morasco: Uh oh.

Vasco Dias:Crystal, turn around!

{Rayne hits Crystal with a Bitch Buster into the turnbuckle.}

Terri Morasco: Ouch

Vasco Dias:You could hear that from here.

{With a sound of frustration Abigail takes a running Short Arm Clothesline to the back of Rayne’s head knocking her forward into Crystal.}

Vasco Dias:You know, I think Abigail is upset.

Terri Morasco: You think?

{The Texan starts yelling about how you don’t turn your back on her. Rayne turns around and hits Abigail with a Running forearm smash.}

Vasco Dias:There’s that Texian temper.

Terri Morasco: Well she might have felt a little ignored.

{Abigail glares before launching into a Texan Tornado knocking them both through the ropes onto the outside.}

Vasco Dias:No!

{Crystal stands up to see Viv recovering.}

Terri Morasco: This is not looking good.

Vasco Dias:END HER!

{Crystal climbs onto the ropes posing again as she waits for Viv to stand up.}

Vasco Dias:Yes! Get some photos in people, this is going to be a new Shield Maiden in a moment.

Terri Morasco: I’m surprised she’s taking the time to pose here.

{On the outside Abigail stands up, struggling to lift Rayne. Rayne stands up on her own and hits Abigail away from her.}

Terri Morasco: Good to get back into the ring. This could still change here.

Vasco Dias:maybe this will be an interesting ending.

{Rayne drags herself into the ring. Abigail follows and leaps at Rayne, knocking her down getting on top of Rayne hitting her with forearm strike after forearm strike.}

Terri Morasco: Abigail is focused, I’ll give her that.

Vasco Dias:There’s that temper again.

{Just as Crystal throws herself off of the ropes Viv catches her. Viv shifts position Crystal was in before doing a Swinging Backbreaker.}

Vasco Dias:No, no, no!

Terri Morasco: This could be it.

{Viv grabs Crystal’s leg and pinning her. The ref rushes over and starts the count while Abigail continues to hit Rayne.
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Vasco Dias: I…

Terri Morasco: That was an amazing match.

{As “Confidant” hits the loud speakers, Abigail jerks her head to the center of the ring with Viv is getting off of Crystal.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner… and NEW SHIELD MAIDEN CHAMPION… VIVIENNE RODGERS!

{Ciara O’Connor gets into the ring and lifts Viv’s arm into the air as Viv looks is handed the belt. Viv looks honestly in shock and deeply touched.}

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SEGMENT
”Re-Enter The Sandman!”

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{The arena is abuzz from the action so far tonight when the arena lights go dark and the tron lights up and shows a burning dumpster. A picture of Angel Blake is dropped into the fire. We focus in on the burning portrait. Suddenly the dumpster explodes. Flames engulf the scene for a moment when a figure can be seen through the fire.}

"Angel Blake, you may think you’re God…..but I know I AM SIN!!!!!"

{After those words are heard a wall of fire erupts on the stage and to the surprise of everyone in the crowd Jason Sandman walks through the fire and onto the stage holding a mic. He grips the mic tight as the crowd cheers his return. He looks around, seeming to seethe with anger before raising the mic to his lips.}

Jason Sandman: Now is the time for me commit the worst sin of them all. It’s time for Death to end god!

{Sandman drops the mic as the flames erupt behind him again.}

Terri Morasco: JASON SANDMAN IS BACK!

Vasco Dias: And he's gunning for GOD!!!

Terri Morasco: Sandman is aiming high but hey, go big or go home.

Vasco Dias: He's certainly going big!

{Sandman stands there with the wall of flames burning behind him as we fade to black.}



Alison Valance: “This next contest is the special I Quit match. There are no disqualifications, no count-outs, no pinfalls, and no rope breaks. The only way to win is to make your opponent verbally say the words ‘I Quit’ into the microphone in English.”

{The opening piano to “Aeon of Cold” by Wolfheart begins to play over the audio system; some of the fans are clapping their hands over their head. Fog overtakes the arena as if winter overtaking the autumn. The guitar, bass, and drums all drown out the sound of the piano and the silence from the crowd breaks almost in half: half of the crowd cheering for Ulf, while the other half is not. Ulf Hednir emerges from behind the curtains draped by his wolf headdress; his eyes scan the crowd to see some of the fans still supporting him… he reaches to his side retrieving the curved drinking horn hanging there before lifting it up to the crowd-- the half of the crowd that is still supporting him responds by lifting their own souvenir drinking horns in salute to him, and those without drinking horns would raise their arms. “SKÅL!” Ulf shouts to the crowd, and the shout is returned to him before he pours some of the liquid from the horn to quench himself. He spills the remainder of the liquid and places the horn back at his side and proceeds to march down to the ring.}

The aeon of cold,

Frozen to the core,

White veil upon the earth!

Glaciers will bury below,

Ground frost unfolds,

Frozen soil conceals for evermore!

{Ulf does walk along the railing and shakes hands with the fans that accept him; if a fan does show him disrespect he meets them with a sneer but waves them off. He gets to the apron of the ring and leaps onto the apron and gets into the ring; he marches in a large semi-circle inside of the ring before getting to the far end where he removes the wolf headdress, and the drinking horn-- he leans out of the ring to hand it to one of the crew members outside, but points at him saying something to him in the process. Upon having his items secured, he regains his stance inside the ring while waiting for the bell to sound.}

{As his opponent waits in the ring the arena lights slowly fade to black as "Light of the Seven (You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive Intro)" by Srod Almenara ft. Alina Lesnik booms out over the sound system accompanied by royal-blue Roman columns of fireworks and slowly falling cherry blossom leaves. Finally standing at the top of the ring ramp Nighthawk gazes down at his opponent and takes a long deep breath before slowly removing the top knot keeping his long hair free from flowing to the middle of his back while walking to the ring slowly, his eyes never leaving his opponent and a stony gaze of absolute concentration and focus. Climbing in the ring Nighthawk slowly unzips his leather duster and hands it to a ringside attendant before going into a wrestler's crouch in the middle of the ring.}

Alison Valance: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, from Oslo, Norway and weighing in at 245 pounds…. Please welcome ‘The Berserker’ and ‘The Heathen of Thor’….. Ulf Hednir!”

{As Ulf Hednir steps out of his corner, a smirk of supreme confidence on his face, the crowd responds to his presence not with streamers but with boos and a general aura of lusty hatred as they chant “Die, Ulf, Die” and “Say I Quit” as loud as they possibly can.}

Alison Valance: “And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 pounds….. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’ and ‘The American Samurai’…… ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

{As Nighthawk bows to all four corners of the arena, his ice-blue eyes never leaving those of his opponent as he does so, the crowd chants “Let’s go Nighthawk” as the ring is completely swamped with blue, orange, white and silver streamers.}

Terri Morasco: “And now a match which, when all is said and done, may end up being even more brutal than the Angel Death Match which is our main event. Vasco, an I Quit match can be bloody, and savage, but the one result that is guaranteed is humiliation for whoever is unfortunate enough to lose.”

Vasco Dias: “I talked with Nighthawk earlier today, and with Ulf, and that is the only thing they agreed on. They each understand what this is going to require of each of them to win. The question that you have to ask is this: When it comes time to see how deep they can dig, which one is going to find the tank empty?”

{As the referee rings the bell, Nighthawk lacing up his gloves as he says “Never Again” to himself almost like a benediction as Ulf’s smirk grows into an almost-lupine smile, both men circle each other carefully before Ulf pats Nighthawk on the top of the head like a father would a child which draws an absolutely scornful glare from the Chicagoan and then a relentless barrage of searing knife-edge chops, European uppercuts, and elbow strikes until Ulf is driven from the ring where he keeps the pressure on with an elbow suicida that drives him against the guardrail. Following his man to the floor Nighthawk again goes after him with more knife-edge chops to the chest before landing a massive rolling elbow that sends the Oslovian into a corner of the guardrail. But as the Chicagoan goes for the Concussion on Demand against the guardrail Ulf moves out of the way at the last second and then lands a hard running big boot. Stalking the “American Samurai” with purpose Ulf takes a moment to signal to the referee that he wants the microphone before asking Nighthawk if he wants to quit, which is responded to only by a shake of the head and a shoving away of the microphone. Running through his opponent with a basement European uppercut Ulf picks him up and heaves him back-first into the other side of the guardrail and smiles happily to himself as Nighthawk screams in pain before writhing on the floor holding his back, as the “Heathen of Thor” slowly stalks his foe as a masked member of the Heathen Army hands him a chair. Sitting down in front of Nighthawk, in much the same way a father would a misbehaving child, Ulf asks for the wireless microphone from the referee.}

Ulf: “Gjør du vant to quit, Nighthawk?”

{To this Nighthawk responds not by saying anything but by swatting the microphone away and landing one blistering knife-edge chop from his knees which causes Ulf to drill him in the lower back with the chair. Realizing he hasn’t caused enough pain yet Ulf picks Nighthawk up and lies him flat on the ring apron with his head leaning almost to the floor before hitting him with a running boot across the forehead followed by an insulting slap to the face. Smiling as Nighthawk collapses to the floor like a bag of wet cement, Ulf again sits down in the chair in front of Nighthawk and again asks him if he wants to quit. Pulling himself to his feet the “Wrestling Machine” responds to the question with a flurry of knife-edge chops as Ulf appears not to have expected this degree of fight out of his opponent, before simply grabbing Nighthawk’s hair and using that as a fulcrum to land three straight headbutts. Blinking his eyes to try and get the obvious fog out of his head Ulf lands an overhand chop to the chest which draws a response from the “Master of 1000 Holds” in the form of another teeth-rattling European uppercut only for Ulf to stop the comeback dead in its tracks with another headbutt.}

Terri Morasco: “And our early projections about what this match would be have proven to be correct, Vasco. This is a war.”

Vasco Dias: “And it’s a war that has not yet really seen anyone put in any serious danger. Ulf Hednir asking Nighthawk to quit was more of a threat than putting him in any serious pain.”

{Leaning against the ropes, blinking his eyes as his offensive reliance on headbutts appears to be wearing on him, Ulf pulls Nighthawk to his feet before signaling for a powerbomb only for Nighthawk to somehow counter the attempt into a flying armbar which he quickly rolls through into a cross-armbreaker as Ulf frantically tries to get to the ropes only for the referee to inform him that rope breaks do not count. Screaming in pain Ulf swats away the microphone when Nighthawk asks the referee to see if he wants to quit, sliding through the ropes which serves to allow as an escape of the hold. Blinking his eyes to catch his breath the “American Samurai” goes for a vaulting frankensteiner to the floor only for Ulf to catch him and powerbomb him back-first into the ring apron, quickly grabbing at his arm. Continuing to try and beat surrender out of his opponent Ulf drags Nighthawk back against the ring apron before turning him around and having a member of the Heathen Army hand him another chair, which he then delivers 5 successive chair shots to the lower back before asking Nighthawk if he wants to quit now. Getting a grunted no from the Chicagoan who tries to pull himself up to his feet Ulf stops that by burying another chair shot into the lower back before locking in a boston crab and then unfolding the chair so he can sit down on the back of Nighthawk’s neck while the boston crab is still applied. Wincing as he sees the position Nighthawk finds himself in the referee nonetheless asks him if he wants to quit, getting a screamed-out NO as Ulf hears this in absolute shock. Letting go of the crab Ulf glares down at Nighthawk refusing to believe he won’t quit before moving to tie him to the guardrail with a length of rope handed to him by a member of the Heathen Army. But as “The Berserker” stalks him Nighthawk somehow finds one more sudden burst of energy and manages to land a desperate bicycle kick to the arm followed by a lungblower to the arm, as Ulf recoils in pain. Rolling Ulf back in the ring, away from the Heathen Army, Nighthawk tries to go for the Windy City Stretch only for Ulf to counter that into an attempt at a Valhalla Driver which he hits into the turnbuckles before signaling for a Heathen Army member to bring a steel chair in. Signaling for another Valhalla Driver, this time looking to hit it on the chair, Nighthawk is able to slide out of it which Ulf sees and quickly goes for Thor’s Rage only to be hit right in the arm with a steel chair followed by a chair-assisted Hangman’s Clutch. Screaming out in pain and agony Ulf finally yells out “I Quit” and keeps yelling it until the referee informs Nighthawk that the match is over.}

Alison Valance: “The winner of the I Quit match….. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’….. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”



{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, the challenger; 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: Here comes Bob Pooler, he was so close to becoming Imperial champion only a month ago at Metamorphosis, tonight he has another chance to take home the gold and make a statement.

Vasco Dias: If he can pick up a victory tonight, over such a vicious champion, in a match which tests your endurance, then that will be quite the statement.

Terri Morasco: He has the experience, I believe he has the guts, but can he outthink his opponent?

{The lights go out as the melodic opening of The Howling by Within Temptation begins to play. After a few moments a single white spotlight shines down on the stage, showing Dean crouched on the stage, looking down at the ground with his hood concealing his face. Smoke rises around him eerily as he slowly rolls his wrists. Suddenly, in time with the opening guitar riff, the lights snap blood red as Dean stands, walking through the now red-lit smoke towards the ring. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, he spreads his arms wide as he soaks in the red flashing lights before lifting his head sharply, kicking back the hood to show his face, nodding in rhythm to the music as he slowly breaks into a wicked grin. After a few moments he turns and settles into his corner, tossing his hood and jacket to ringside.}

Terri Morasco: Here comes one of the most dangerous men in the entire IWF, Dean has proven himself to be ruthless time and time again.

Vasco Dias: And tonight, he will have no mercy for Bob Pooler. Honestly, I even feel a little sorry for Pooler, does he really understand what he’s got himself in for?

Terri Morasco: He’s about to find out.

{The referee takes the belt away from Dean and passes it to the timekeeper as the bell rings, both men begin to circle around the ring as they measure one another up before locking up. The two push back and forth trying to gain an advantage before Dean breaks the hold and lands a vicious elbow straight to the jaw of Pooler which sends him staggering backwards, but he comes back with a big punch of his own that takes Dean by surprise. Both men begin exchanging fist after fist as they begin to attempt to pick up an advantage but neither is budging, the noise levels are growing as they land blow after blow in a real vicious start to this match until finally Dean manages to land a knee straight to the gut of Pooler which knocks the wind out of him. Dean is on him like a predator immediately as he begins landing blows down sending him to his knees before the official is forced to intervene. This match is going to be a slobberknocker and neither man looks like he is going to hold back.}

Vasco Dias: Credit to Pooler, most men should be laying out cold after an assault like that.

Terri Morasco: Both were throwing some stiff shots early on, this is going to be a war.

Vasco Dias: But who is better equipped to win a war? Who is willing to fight the dirtiest? Unfortunately for Pooler, its that man there stood on his own two feet.

{Dean reaches down to pick up Pooler as he whips him against the ropes before driving another knee into his sternum and a clubbing blow to the back of his head as he lurches over. Dean grabs Bob and begins landing knee after knee straight into his gut before tossing him to the ground as he struggles to catch a breath. Harper is in no mood to rest on his laurels though as he begins to land boot after boot into Pooler before grabbing him by the head and draping him over the middle rope. Pooler tries to collect himself but before he even has the opportunity to do so Harper kicks the rope straight into his throat. Bob crawls across the ring as he desperately tries to find a safe haven to weather the storm and recollect himself but Harper is on him again like a wild animal, landing some more blows until finally the official gives Bob what he was hoping for as he pulls Dean away.}

Vasco Dias: This is… uncomfortable to watch.

Terri Morasco; Pooler knew what he was getting himself into, and if he didn’t he’s learning.

Vasco Dias: Harper needs to make sure he doesn’t end up gifting Pooler a chance to recover and hold back when the official tells him to.

{Dean holds his hands up as the referee warns him about his conduct, which is all the time Pooler needed as he suddenly lunges forward and tackles Harper to the ground as the crowd pops. Bob begins to swing fist after fist into Dean which takes him completely by surprised, forcing him to kick and scrap his way out of Bob’s grip. Pooler isn’t foolish enough to let him compose himself however as he charges forward to hit a running drop kick straight to the face of Harper who hits the mat hard. As Dean gets back to his knees Pooler is on him again with speed and pace as he hits kick after kick into the side of Harper who takes the full force of each of these blows before a kick to the head finally sends him into a heap on the mat. Bob Pooler has responded to the intensity of Dean Harper with some of his own and has managed, at least for now, to stem to tide.}

Terri Morasco: Both of these men will be licking their wounds after this match!

Vasco Dias: Credit to Pooler, he’s hitting Harper with everything he’s got, he’s not holding back.

Terri Morasco: He’s got back into this match, but can he capitalise and take control?

{Bob lifts Dean up into a sitting position and begins to land another series of kicks, this time into the lower back of his opponent before rushing forward and driving a knee into the back of Harper’s head, which sends him slumping to the mat like a ragdoll. The official begins to count, 1….2…..3…..4…. but Harper begins to lift himself up only to find his legs swept out from under him by a rampant Bob Pooler who is clearly determined to not allow the intensity of this match to drop at all. Dean yelps in pain as he hits the mat, but a sick little grin rolls across his lips, almost as if he is appreciating the fact that Bob is here for a fight, just like him. He picks himself up but before he can even get his balance Bob barrels towards himself and sends both men crashing over the top rope as they both tumble to the mats below, landing in a brutal heap as they crash into the barricades at ringside. The official rushes out to check on both men, as neither are moving as the crowd goes wild.}

Terri Morasco: What a sickening crunch!

Vasco Dias: Bob has just taken a massive risk, he’s really flattened Harper but he’s done so at his own expense!

Terri Morasco: It’s a huge risk, but the stakes are high and both men are going to have to hit hard if they want to stay in this.

{Neither man has moved as they lay in a heap as the official checks on both and, seemingly, satisfied, begins to make his ten count.

1….2….3….

Neither of the pair move at all.

4…..5….6

Both appear to be stirring but neither seems to have any idea where they are.


7….8….

Both stagger to their feet, using one another to lift themselves up.


9…..

With whatever energy they have left in their bodies they leap under the bottom rope and roll into the ring with all their strength just before the official makes it to ten! The noise in this building is electric as both competitors lay on their back staring up at the rafters, their chests heaving.}

Terri Morasco: This was so close to being over just now!

Vasco Dias: Neither man is on his feet, they gave everything to make sure they got back before the ten count.

Terri Morasco: Who can get to their feet first?

{The crowd begin to will both men to their feet as they eventually, slowly, stagger up before the referee is forced to make another count. They wobble towards one another before Dean lands a punch, but Bob fires right back! Both men begin to slug it out again as blow after blow lands, with the crowd “ohhing” each time as the pace builds and builds before finally it is Harper who manages to gain the upper hand and he drives Pooler towards the turnbuckles. Pooler, however, is in no mood to relinquish and he grabs Dean and swaps places with him and begins to land blows of his own! Dean throws his hands up to blow the blows and eventually Pooler backs off but he charges back in with a big splash than sends Dean staggering towards the middle of the ring. Pool steadies himself, turns and charge forward but as he does so, so does Harper and as they meet in the middle they both put out and arm and almost take one another out with vicious clotheslines that sends them both crunching to the mat!}

Vasco Dias: These two men are out to put each other in a hospital.

Terri Morasco: Both of them are going to be feeling the effects of this battle for that next few weeks, that is how much this championship means to them both.

Vasco Dias: Some are satisfied with making their opponent tap in this matches, but these two appear to be determined to knock the other out! I love it!

Terri Morasco: Why doesn’t that surprise me?

{The official starts to count once more, as both men look like they’re seeing stars right now.

1….2…..3

Neither of them move a muscle, laying motionless on the mat.

4…..5…..6

Pooler seems to be shaking his head as Dean reaches out, trying to find the ropes as he looks for something to use to help himself up.


7…..8

Both men sit up, hooking their arms around the ropes at either side of the ring as they lift themselves up, but their legs keep fighting them.

9…..

Once again, just in the nick of time the pair manage to haul themselves up to their feet. The crowd are deafening as they will both men on, desperate to see who can get the advantage. They look across at one another, smiling and nodding as they both seem to appreciate what a battle they are in. They compose themselves, rearing themselves up as the crowd somehow manage to get even louder and they begin to charge towards one another once again, straight back into the breach.}

Vasco Dias: The willpower of these men is incredible.

Terri Morasco: I don’t know how they’re finding it in themselves to keep up this fight, but somehow they both are!

Vasco Dias: But can one of them knock the fight out of the other?

{The pair charge towards one another and Dean throws a huge clothesline, but Bob manages to duck under it, both men stop and turn and Dean swings a big leg at Pooler’s head but he manages to grab Dean’s ankle and throw the impending limb back down. Dean takes advantage of Bob being slightly off balance to leap into the air with an attempt improvised Abandon’s Kiss…. But Bob yanks himself free! Dean hits the mat and yelps in pain but he uses all his strength left to pick himself back up again as he swings another wild arm at Bob… but he ducks! Pushing his body under Dean’s he raises back up and lifts him into his shoulders, Harper struggles but there is nothing he can do to prevent Bob from striking with a Pepto-Bismol Red! Dean clutches his ribs in agony as he desperately tries to cling onto as many breaths as he can, lurching over to his feet… but Bob is ruthless as he plants Dean with a massive High Velocity Hug! Dean hits the mat lifelessly and it appears the fight has been sucker punched out of him.

1….2….3

Neither man stirs.


4….5….6

Bob begins to try to shake the cobwebs off but Dean is out cold.

7….8….9

With everything left in his body, Bob yanks himself upwards, using the top rope to prop himself up.

…..10!!!

Dean is unable to answer a ten count after a hellacious encounter between each of these men. They both hit each other viciously with all the brute strength they could muster, it was clear that technical finesse and submissions were not the aim here but it is Bob Pooler who picks up a massive win as his music begins to play and he is the NEW Man of Steel champion!}

Vasco Dias: Jesus, did you see that impact?

Terri Morasco: It was always going to a brutal match, and that is what we witnessed. I am surprised Bob can even stand up, but he has done it here tonight. He has become the new champion and in the process he has overcome one of the toughest men in this entire company.

Vasco Dias: Dean Harper and Bob Pooler just went to war, and we all reaped the rewards. I’ll hold my hands up, tremendous effort from both men.

Terri Morasco: Now I think I’m going to faint.



Terri Morasco: This next match is going to be a battle of two egos.

Vasco Dias: Well one giant ego and another man trying to shut the other up.

Terri Morasco: I couldn’t have said it better, Vasco.

Vasco Dias: Of course I’m talking about Cable Arcane’s enormously huge, unprofessional biased ego and The Face of the Franchise’s one man crusade to do what’s right.

Terri Morasco: You make me sick, you know that? What has Steve Awesome done to earn a shot? Who has he beaten? What are his credentials?

Vasco Dias: Oh come on Terri, you know the answer’s to all those questions. But if Steve hasn’t earned anything like you say, and he’s just another nobody, then it shouldn’t be a problem for the champ to take him on. What are they afraid of, Terri? Why are they protecting Jacobsen?

Terri Morasco: That doesn’t make-

{All the lights in the arena die out and as the crowd boos, a recorded crowd sound is piped through the arena.

"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. 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 and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.}

Terri Morasco: Well I on the other hand, am not insane and I side with Cable Arcane on this matter. Steve Awesome can be a talented competitor when he wants to be, but he is going to have to prove that tonight against Cable Arcane. I think he is going to realize IWF competition is unlike any in the world.

Vasco Dias: Or Awesome wins and proves why he is always a cut above the rest.

{The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Long live the Chief” by Jidenna begins to play.}

****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief
For a li' ol' thang lil' boys bang bang
Long Live the Chief
****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the king, but
Long Live the Chief
Now watch pretty mama while I slang my cane
Long Live the Chief
Uh

{As the song kicks into gear Cable Arcane marches out onto the ramp with his head bowed and fists clenched, he stands at the center of the stage with a spot light shining down on him in the darkness. Finally Cable rolls his head to crack his neck and starts to make his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face, completely ignoring the crowd. As he reaches the steps he climbs up, taking his time before climbing into the ring one leg at a time. He marches to the center of the ring and throws both fists up into the air to a mix reaction from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: Here He is, the former two time imperial champion and Hall of Famer and acting COO of IWF, Cable Arcane. I hope he shuts that arrogant jerk Steve Awesome up.

Vasco Dias: Oh now your going to be biased, too? I can’t believe this place!

{Cable Arcane pulls the ropes in anticipation as his adrenaline pumps and Steve just leans in the corner with arrogant grin directed right back at Cable. The ref rings the bell and Cable tries to take Steve down to the mat but Steve is able to sprawl back. Cable tries to get the hooks in but Steve manages to get wrist control. Steve pulls the wrist and Cable gets flipped to his back. Steve goes to hook Cables Arm But Cable fights it and manages to slip out and get to the back as both men get to there feet. Steve drops down before Cable can lock on a choke. Steve quickly spins to his feet and both men face off in the middle of the ring. Awesome yells at Cable “I can wrestle all night” as the crowd boo and Cable shakes his head.}

Terri Morasco: Both men showing there knowledge of the mat game here.

Vasco Dias: Steve is no slouch. He can go.

Terri Morasco: Well they don’t call Cable the best in the world for nothing.

Vasco Dias: And Steve Awesome was The Face of the Franchise way before Cable even mattered.

{Both men lock up in the center of the ring and they try to muscle to the advantage. To the applause of the fans, Cable gets the advantage and he spins around and goes for a standing Kimora but Steve feels it coming and freaks out and runs to the ropes. He hugs the top rope before Cable could even apply the submission. Cable just looks at Steve like “seriously”? as the ref administers the five count.}

Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome wanted no part of that submission hold from Cable Arcane. He ran to those ropes like a scalded dog!

Vasco Dias: He didn’t run. He effectively broke the hold before damage could be done. That’s smart wrestling.

{Cable lets go of the hold and backs up as Steve collects himself in the ropes. Cable yells at him, “this is what earning it is all about” and then tells him to bring. The crowd oohs as Steve gets fired up by the comment. He walks up to lock up again but instead buries a boot right to Cables gut. Steve follows it up with a rising knee right on the jaw of Cable. Steve quickly pulls Cable up and locks in a hammerlock and acts like it’s the best applied hold he’s ever seen. He motions for a camera to closer.}

Steve Awesome: Get a shot of this technical mastery!

Vasco Dias: Wooooow! That’s so impressive!

Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me!?

{The crowd boo as Steve obnoxiously wrenches the hammerlock.}

Steve Awesome: Wait Wait Wait, hold on. Check this out.

{Steve proceeds to effortlessly change the hammerlock into a side headlock and he is obnoxiously amazed by how good he did.}

Steve Awesome: Sick transition bro! Nighthawk, eat your heart out.

Terri Morasco: Oh for the love of-Will someone please shut him up!

Vasco Dias: He is putting on a wrestling classic here!

{Steve mugs and poses for the camera when Cable snaps out of his daze and proceeds to rail Steve in the gut with elbows to break out of the headlock. Steve loses his grip, Cable goes for a belly to back suplex but Steve lands on his feet. Cable goes for a lariat but Steve Awesome catches Cable with a side effect and drops him back first on the mat. Awesome gets up and bounces off the ropes and struts right up to Cable, acts like he’s writing an autograph and arrogantly throws it onto Cable before dropping and elbow and sticking a model pose as the ref counts the arrogant pin.}

Terri Morasco: What is that?

Vasco Dias: That pose should be in calendars. Look all the flash bulbs from the camera.

Terri Morasco: The ref is counting and…,OH! Cable just put him in the Anaconda Vice! Will Steve tap!?

Vasco Dias: Oh No!!!!

{Steve frantically tries to find the ropes with his legs as Cable pulls on the hold. Steve screams in pain as he stretches his legs out as far as he can and just gets enough of his boot on the rope for the ref to break the hold. Cable lets go of the hold of the hold but quickly grabs Steve by the head but Steve drills Cable in the face with a forearm or two and then goes for the whip to the corner. Cable reversed it and follows Steve but Steve pops up to the top turnbuckle and goes for his diving moonsault. Cable ducks it! But when he looks up Steve is still on the ropes! Steve faked him out! And then nails him with the diving moonsault! Steve hooks the leg!}

Vasco Dias: Genius move by The Face of the Franchise, there. He psyched him out!

Terri Morasco: But is it enough for the win?

{1….2...Cable gets his shoulder up. Cable gets up but he’s disoriented and runs into a stiff neck breaker! Steve hooks the leg 1...2...Cable gets the shoulder up. Both men are back to there feet and Steve catches Cable with two quick jabs then hooks him with diving reverse ddt into a neck/back breaker. Steve hooks the leg again. 1….2...Cable kicks out again! Steve argues with the ref and calls him ugly as Cable regains his composure.}

Vasco Dias: You gotta admit, Terri. Steve is looking good here. It’s like he hasn’t missed a beat.

Terri Morasco: I never said he couldn’t compete, he’s damn good. But he still hasn’t put Cable Arcane away here yet.

{Steve tells the ref to suck it, complete with a crotch chop, and he turns around and sees Cable pulling himself up with the ropes holding his neck. Steve walks up to Cable and proceeds to drill Cable with another hard forearm right to the face of Cable. He hits him with another one, and another.}

Terri Morasco: I don’t think Steve should be going for the strikes right now.

Vasco Dias: Why not?

{Steve hits Cable with another stiff strike and Cable just absorbs it and then lands a forearm of his own that dazed the Face of the Franchise and The Best in the World followed it up with a right thigh kick a left mid kick and a right spinning back fist in lighting fast succession and then follows it up with double underhook back breaker! Steve bounced off Cable’s knee and lays there in pain as Cable starts to get fired up.}

Terri Morasco: That’s what happens when a former two time champion gets fired up!

Vasco Dias: That was so fast!

{Steve Awesome holds his back as he lays on the mat in pain and confusion as to what in the hell just happened to him. He gets up and glares at Cable. He comes storming in “let’s see you try that again you son of a-“ Cable immediately lights up another combo on Steve’s face and then nails a vicious tilt-o-whirl backbreaker that sends shivers through Steve’s spine as Cable goes for the cover. 1...2….but Steve gets a shoulder up just before three.}

Terri Morasco: Cable is definitely forcing Steve to earn his keep tonight. Those backbreakers are lethal!

Vasco Dias: They can’t stop Steve Awesome though!

Terri Morasco: Well Steve doesn’t know where he is right now, he looks more confused then Charlie Brown after Lucy pulls away the football! Ha ha.

{Awesome crawls to the ropes to try to get to his feet but Cable meets him at the corner and starts another series of strikes and chops followed by a few hard elbows to the head. He takes the last one, swings a wild shot that Cable ducks with ease and then walks to the middle of the ring and flops right onto his face!}

Terri Morasco: And Steve is out like a light….

Vasco Dias: Come on Steve! You can do it!

{Cable calls for the Made to Suffer to end this match once and for all. He walks up to Awesome who is pleading for Cable to stop but Cable ignores him and hooks Steve up for the move but Steve slips out of the move and nails a desperation jawbreaker superkick that hits Cable right on the mark and he falls down like a sack of potatoes. Steve goes for the pin, and Steve puts his feet on the ropes for extra leverage and the ref doesn’t see it! 1……}

Terri Morasco: Hey ref! Hey ref!

Vasco Dias: The ref doesn’t see it!

{2…………}

Terri Morasco: No! not this way!

{3….no Cable kicked out! Steve grabs at his hair in frustration. He yells at the ref to count faster. Both men climb to there feet and Cable goes for another strike but Steve ducks and hooks and tosses Cable with a half Nelson suplex! Cable’s face bounced off the mat as he lands and he’s groggy when he starts to pull himself to his knees as Steve is signaling for the SteveKO! Steve lifts Cable onto his shoulders and goes for the rotation but Cable lands on his feet and MADE TO SUFFER!!!}

Terri Morasco: MADE TO SUFFER!! That’s gotta be it!!

Vasco Dias: Steve! Don’t become a victim of his bias! Fight the system! For the little guy!

{Cable goes for the pin but a groggy, barely conscious Steve Awesome can only think to roll out of the ring. Cable desperately tries to catch Steve before he does but he just can’t grab him in time and Steve rolls out of the ring to a temporary safety as the ref starts the ten count.}

Terri Morasco: Steve…”.luckily” rolls out of the ring. Cable needs to get Steve into the ring to defeat him.

Vasco Dias: This is why Steve is the best! He is a thinking man’s wrestler.

Terri Morasco: He got lucky that’s all. Wait what’s this?

{Suddenly everybody looks up at the stage as El Grande Malo comes out onto the stage with a shirt cart. He’s handing members of the crowd “Awesomely Bueno” t-shirts as Mandi tries to get him to stop. All the fans cheer for a free shirt and Malo tries to oblige everyone.}

Vasco Dias: ohh What is that idiot doing?

Terri Morasco: He was supposed to be selling those t-shirts. I guess he’s giving them away now.

Vasco Dias: Well can he not? We are trying to have a match here!

{Malo has wheeled the small cart all the way down to the end of the ramp in front of the ring. He continues to toss out shirts to the crowd. Mandi is face palming and shaking her head trying to explain to the ref that Malo is an idiot. By now Cable notices the ruckus and goes to take a look. Arcane sticks his head between the ropes and before Cable can see anything MALO wraps one of the Awesomely Bueno shirts around Cables Head! Cable tries to pull it off his head and he turns around to eat another Jawbreaker super kick and then a vicious SteveKO!}

Terri Morasco: What! What the hell Steve just got him while Cable couldn’t see! No! The ref didn’t see what happened!

Vasco Dias: Best in the world, Terri!

Terri Morasco: Best thief in the world!

{Steve leans on Cable with a cocky pin as the ref counts. 1…..2…...3!!! Full of Regret starts blaring as Mandi and Malo fill the ring. They all start celebrating and helping an exhausted Steve up to his feet to get his arm raised.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner, The Face of the Franchise; STEEEEEEEEVE AWWWWWWWESOMMMMEE!

Terri Morasco: What just happened here? Did Malo just help Steve win? Did Steve Awesome just trick us all again!?

Vasco Dias: More importantly, when will the championship match that Steve just earned by beating Cable Arcane here tonight be taking place? Because I’m gonna want to mark my calendar.”

Terri Morasco: I’m gonna be sick.



Alison Valance: The following contest is a Gauntlet Match! Two women will start this match, and when one is eliminated, another will enter the ring at random. This will continue until there is only one woman remaining, and that woman will become the number one contender to the IWF Diamonds Championship!

{The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV the intro strains of "Ready to Die" start to play and the words start to play as Pandora rises form under the entrance, head lowered hands behind her back.

"This is your time to pay
This is your judgment day
We made a sacrifice,
And now we get to take your life
We shoot without a gun
We'll take on anyone,
It's really nothing new
It's just a thing we like to do"}

Alison Valance: Introducing first, from Hope, Michigan, weighing in at 160 pounds, Pandora Freeman!

Terri Morasco: A former Diamonds Champion in her own right, looking for another chance at glory tonight.

Vasco Dias: She's hoping to make it an all-champions affair at her wedding, but she's got a tall hill to climb to make that a reality tonight.

{As the song kicks in fully Pan seems to explode out bouncing down the ramp lit up like a Christmas tree before mounting the apron with a full side to side apron knee slide that ends in her standing to vault over the top rope and bouncing to the beat smiling like a lunatic.}

Alison Valance: And her opponent...

{The relentless opening chords of "Vortex" by Los Savants crash out as Gabriela Luna dashes out onto the stage, throwing her fist into the air to the absolutely thunderous roar of the crowd. She shouts at the crowd, beckoning them on with her hands, and grins widely at them before turning and charging down the ramp.}

Alison Valance: From Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, weighing in at 105 pounds, Gabriela Luna!

Terri Morasco: LISTEN TO THE OVATION! I think we know the crowd favorite, Vasco!

Vasco Dias: They're just cheering because she's from this country! How starved are they that they cheer for this undersized, flippy hack?!

Terri Morasco: Gabriela sounded fired up this week, and in front of her native fans she's got all the incentive in the world to perform.

{Gabriela leaps and slides feet-first under the bottom rope, rolling to her feet and coming up with a defiant shout of joy. She runs over to the nearest empty corner, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle and further beckoning the crowd on before hopping down into a crouch and waiting for the match to start.}

Terri Morasco: Five women enter, one leaves as the number-one contender! Let's get to the action!

{The bell rings, and both women circle, locking up quickly. Pandora quickly snares a side headlock on the much smaller Luna, who backs up to the ropes and shoots Pandora off, only to be bowled over by a shoulder block. Gabriela looks up from the mat, eyes on fire, and Pandora runs for the ropes. Gabriela drops down, Pandora leaping over her, and is quickly back to her feet, hitting a snap hurricanrana that flings Pandora across the ring! To her credit, Pandora bounces back up, charging again...right into an arm drag! Gabriela runs to the ropes, springboarding off into a crossbody that flattens Pandora!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Pandora holds her midsection as she gets to her feet, grinning, and Gabriela returns the grin.}

Terri Morasco: Fast start, and if anyone in this match is going to keep up with the fast lucha libre pace of Gabriela Luna, it's Pandora Freeman.

Vasco Dias: She should try to ground her. That spot monkey's got no chance on the mat, not against a woman with a sixty-pound size advantage.

{The two move in to lock up again, and this time it's Pandora who snaps off an arm drag, grinning as Gabriela tumbles and rolls to her feet. The two women lock eyes for a second before running to adjacent ropes, criss-crossing each other a few times before Gabriela puts on a burst of speed and shoots ahead of Pandora, handspringing off the ropes and connecting with a high roundhouse kick as Pandora dashes into the middle of the ring! Pandora wobbles, dropping to her knees and rolling under the rope to the floor. Gabriela looks around, gesturing to the crowd, who roar their approval, and she hits the ropes, charging the rising Pandora and leaping out for the ARROW OF ARTEMIS!

NO! PANDORA CATCHES GABRIELA WITH A MODIFIED ENZUIGIRI AS SHE DIVES THROUGH THE ROPES! Gabriela crumples over the middle rope, and Pandora rolls back in, snaring the insensate Gabriela and ripping her off the middle rope with a thunderous German suplex! Pandora bridges!

ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}

Terri Morasco: What a brutal German suplex! Gabriela got folded up like an accordion!

Vasco Dias: The human spine was not meant to suffer that kind of impact! It'll be a miracle if she gets back up, much less flies like she tried to.

{Pandora grabs Gabriela, Irish whipping her hard into the turnbuckles. The impact rattles the smaller woman, and Pandora handsprings in with a Stinger Splash, hauling her out of the corner to complete the LET'S DO IT! Gabriela thuds on the mat, barely moving, and Pandora looks to the crowd, only taking a moment's hesitation before she hits the ropes and comes off with the RED SUN running shooting star press!

GABRIELA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Pandora hits the canvas stomach-first, coming up to her knees clutching her chest, and with a burst of energy Gabriela darts to the ropes, leaping and spiking Pandora's head off the mat with the ONATOPP DRIVER! Gabriela bites her lower lip, looking around to the crowd, and points to the top turnbuckle, screaming "¡MIRAME!" as the crowd erupts!}

Terri Morasco: Gabriela Luna's calling her shot! Could we see a Phoenix Splash here?

Vasco Dias: Pandora went for an acrobatic maneuver and it worked against her, Gabriela should be paying attention!

{Gabriela climbs the turnbuckle, clutching her neck, and takes a deep breath as she reaches the top, steadying herself for a moment before leaping off, twisting around into a picture-perfect PHOENIX SPLASH! Gabriela hooks Pandora's leg!

ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings as Gabriela rolls onto her side, wincing.}

Alison Valance: Pandora Freeman has been eliminated!

Terri Morasco: One elimination down, three to go!

Vasco Dias: But who's next?

{“Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost but now am found, was blind but now I see..."

The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as ‘The Wolf’ By Fever Ray starts to play, and out stalks Maxine Valentine, gas mask on her face. Gabriela groans, nodding, and gets to her feet as Maxine walks down the ramp.}

Alison Valance: Introducing next, representing the Pack, from Arklay, Missouri, weighing in at 270 pounds, Maxine Valentine!

Terri Morasco: Maxine Valentine's got murder in her eyes, and Gabriela's in danger if she doesn't handle things carefu—WHOA!

{Terri's cut off mid-train of thought, because as Maxine reaches the base of the ramp Gabriela hits the ropes and comes flying through the opposite set, crashing into Maxine with the ARROW OF ARTEMIS! The big woman is bowled onto her backside, and Gabriela rolls to her feet behind Maxine, grimacing. She charges again, nailing a double knee strike to the back of Maxine's head that sends her sprawling forward, and scrambles up again, running to the apron and climbing up, where she gestures for Maxine to get up.}

Terri Morasco: Gabriela didn't want to wait for Maxine, and she's definitely striking while the iron's hot!

Vasco Dias: Why is she still out there?! If she wants to beat the powerhouse of the Pack, she'd be better off trying to secure a count-out! GET IN THE RING, WOMAN!

{Heedless of Vasco's words, Gabriela continues taunting Maxine, who struggles to her feet, dazed. As soon as Maxine's halfway up, Gabriela hops up onto the middle rope, springboarding off with a trust fall dive onto Maxine...BUT MAXINE CATCHES HER! Gabriela flails in Maxine's grasp, firing desperate elbows back at her head, but Maxine changes up her grip, grabbing her by the back of the neck, and FLINGS HER FULL-FORCE INTO THE RINGPOST WITH THE DON'T LOOK DOWN! Gabriela spins from the impact, landing on her side on the floor, blood gushing down her face!}

Terri Morasco: HOLY SHIT! Gabriela Luna just got PLASTERED against the post with that reverse chokeslam! She looks like she's out cold!

Vasco Dias: Even worse, Terri. The lights are on but nobody's home. I'd hope for mercy, but Maxine Valentine doesn't even know the word.

{Maxine hauls Gabriela up by the hair, lifting her up in a military press and throwing her between the ropes back into the ring! Maxine climbs up on the apron, stepping into the ring, and stalks Gabriela, kicking at her with cruel laughter. She pulls the gas mask off of her face, flinging it aside, and hauls Gabriela off the mat by the collar of her top, shouting at her. Gabriela responds by spitting a bloody gob of saliva in Maxine's face, snarling back. Maxine laughs, seemingly amused by the show of defiance...and then Gabriela fires a headbutt between Maxine's eyes!}

Vasco Dias: Shades of Zinedane Zidane! She's not done yet!

Terri Morasco: That was twelve years ago, Dias. Can't you buy a current reference?

Vasco Dias: I prefer the classics.

{Maxine staggers a bit, more from surprise than actual pain, and Gabriela fires a forearm into her jaw, desperately trying to free herself. She drives her elbow down into the crook of Maxine's arm, causing the bigger woman to drop her, and fires a quick dropkick into the side of Max's knee! Maxine drops to her knee, and Gabriela screams, running to the ropes and coming off with an attempt at a running version of the SUDDEN IMPACT! Maxine rolls with the momentum, though, pushing Gabriela off as she rotates. Gabriela flips through, landing on her feet, and looks to charge again ONLY TO GET DRILLED WITH THE RIASTAD! The force of the discus lariat sends Gabriela flying head over heels, and Maxine rolls her onto her back for the pin!

ONE! TWO! THREE! The crowd boos loudly, Maxine smirking as she gets to her feet and nudges Gabriela's unconscious form out with her foot.}

Alison Valance: Gabriela Luna has been eliminated!

Terri Morasco: And the crowd has to be disappointed, seeing Gabriela go out like that. What a fight, though!

Vasco Dias: She threw everything she had at the wall, but that Don't Look Down into the ringpost just took it all out of her. No shame in that.

{Maxine cracks her neck, pausing for a moment before laying the boots into Gabriela's prone form! She stomps away at the smaller woman, but she only gets a few shots in before "Immigrant Song" blares over the PA, Astrid Hall bursting through the curtain and charging full-tilt down the ramp! Alison doesn't even get the chance to announce her before Astrid slides into the ring, Maxine rushing to greet her with right hands, and both women begin exchanging thunderous shots in the middle of the ring!}

Terri Morasco: HERE WE GO! The titans of the Diamonds Division are going at it full-tilt! Astrid Hall PROMISED she'd take out Maxine Valentine, and she's going full throttle out of the gate here!

Vasco Dias: Astrid's sense of honor probably played a part in stopping the mugging of Gabriela Luna, but her desire for vengeance against the Pack's enforcer was just as strong if not stronger. This is going to be brutal! I'm so excited!

{Astrid and Maxine continue to hammer on each other with wild abandon, and Maxine drills Astrid with a headbutt! Astrid stumbles back a few steps, but surges forward again with a Superman punch! It's Maxine's turn to be staggered, and Astrid presses the advantage, grabbing her arm and whipping Maxine into the turnbuckle. She charges in with a huge European uppercut, sandwiching Valentine into the buckles, and quickly spins away again, running to the opposite buckle and screaming in with another European uppercut! As soon as she lands, Astrid's running for a third! A fourth! A fifth!}

Terri Morasco: The Berserker's Fury is being unleashed! Astrid's not letting it up for a heartbeat!

Vasco Dias: The wrath of a woman like Astrid Hall is a mighty thing indeed. I know I wouldn't want to be on her bad side.

{Astrid hits a sixth uppercut, letting Maxine stagger out of the corner, and hits the ropes, charging and looking for the SHIELD BASH! NO! Maxine drops her shoulder, almost out of instinct, and scoops Astrid up for a huge Samoan drop! Maxine staggers to her feet, hitting the ropes, and comes off with a leg drop straight across the throat! Astrid clutches her throat, and Maxine covers!

ONE! TWO! Astrid powers out of the cover, bellowing in defiance, and the crowd cheers its approval in return!}

Terri Morasco: The reflexes of Maxine Valentine saved her there, and she looks to have stalled Astrid's momentum a little.

Vasco Dias: These two could very well tear down the entire arena if they felt like it. Quick, Morasco, in front of me! I'm too pretty to die!

{Maxine nails a clubbing blow across Astrid's spine, and Astrid continues to struggle to her feet, gritting through the pain. Maxine nails a vicious forearm shot, and Astrid replies with another European uppercut! Maxine staggers back, charging at Astrid, and Astrid manages to catch Maxine with a twisting belly-to-belly suplex, planting the big woman into the mat! She springs up to her feet with another war cry, looking to the turnbuckle, and a grin crosses Astrid's face. She walks to the corner, stepping between the ropes, and begins to clamber up the turnbuckles, clearly ill at home. Maxine begins to rise slowly, and Astrid measures her, beckoning her up. As Max reaches her feet, Astrid leaps off with a diving clothesline...ONLY FOR MAXINE TO CATCH HER IN HER ARMS! She shifts a struggling Astrid onto her shoulder, charging and crashing into the corner with an Oklahoma Stampede before whipping Astrid around into a running powerslam to complete the KARAMBIT! Maxine hooks the leg again!

ONE! TWO! THR—Astrid kicks out again!}

Terri Morasco: The Valkyrie refuses to stay down!

Vasco Dias: She's fighting with all her might, and Maxine's more than happy to throw whatever punishment she can at her! These two have one of the most hateful relationships in all of IWF, and we're just etching a new bloody chapter tonight!

{Maxine hauls Astrid to her feet, shouting angrily at her before hauling off with an open-handed slap to Astrid's jaw. Astrid's head snaps back, but just as quickly she snaps it forward again, a mad glint in her eyes as she laughs at Maxine. Maxine rears back for another right hand, and Astrid lunges forward with another headbutt, this time dead on the bridge of Maxine's nose! A gusher of blood explodes from Maxine's face, and Astrid takes two steps back before delivering a vicious SHIELD BASH right to the injured nose of Maxine Valentine! Maxine drops to the canvas, clutching her face, and Astrid stands over, frame shuddering with anger as she screams in Norwegian.}

Terri Morasco: Oh...oh my God, this is the angriest we've ever seen Astrid Hall. I almost feel sorry for Maxine Valentine. Almost.

Vasco Dias: Sometimes good must pay evil unto evil, and Maxine's got a hell of a lot of red on her books. I'm not weeping here.

{Astrid's clearly not done, hauling Maxine up to her feet and hooking her into a front facelock. Instead of the familiar setup to the Mjolnir, however, Astrid drags Maxine to the ropes, slinging her arm over her shoulder and boosting her up so her feet hang on the top rope. Astrid holds Maxine there for a second before viciously snapping her off with the WRATH OF NIDHOGG! Astrid doesn't let go, rolling through the vicious impact of the neck whip and transitioning into the JORMUNGAND'S COILS! Maxine flails against the hold, scratching and clawing at Astrid's arms, but the Valkyrie's grip is titanium-strong, and she just hauls back even harder, letting out a furious, primal scream! Maxine's flailing grows slower and slower, finally settling after about a minute of furious struggle. The referee reaches over, grabbing Maxine's arm, and raises it, letting it fall...once! Again it's raised...twice it falls! The ref raises her hand a third time, and when it falls without struggle, turns to call for the bell! Astrid cranks the hold once more before letting go, glaring down at the fallen form of Maxine as the bell rings.}

Alison Valance: Maxine Valentine has been eliminated!

Terri Morasco: Astrid Hall just choked out the biggest woman on the roster! Something tells me that even this won't settle things, though.

Vasco Dias: The sun rises in the east, the Pope is Catholic, and Maxine Valentine and Astrid Hall hate each other with a burning passion. You're damn right this isn't over.

Terri Morasco: Only one more to go...

{"Cult of Love" hits the speakers, and Alexis Caffrey struts out from the back, eyes focused on the ring. She skips down the ramp, a smirk on her face.}

Alison Valance: From Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 115 pounds, IWF Hall of Famer Alexis Caffrey!

Terri Morasco: Alexis Caffrey the beneficiary of the final entrance slot, and the only thing that stands between her and a shot at the Diamonds Championship that she helped build is Astrid Hall.

Vasco Dias: You don't become a Hall of Famer by collecting bottle caps. Astrid had better hope she has enough in the tank to endure.

{Astrid wearily beckons Alexis on, and Alexis slides under the bottom rope, squaring off with the bigger woman. Astrid moves in to lock up, and Alexis swiftly moves to the side, delivering a vicious leg kick! She continues circling Astrid, hammering away with leg kicks to drive Astrid to a knee, stepping back before charging and delivering a brutal Shining Wizard! Alexis quickly hooks Astrid's leg!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Alexis shakes her head, immediately straddling Astrid and raining down right hands!}

Terri Morasco: Quick start here from the Hall of Famer, using her speed advantage to wear down the bigger woman. What's the game plan here, Vasco?

Vasco Dias: Keep Astrid off her vertical base. If she's on the ground, she can't use the throws and holds that have brought her so much success. I think Alexis is doing the right thing here.

{Alexis rains down fists on Astrid, who to her credit is covering up and actively defending well. Astrid fires a few shots back up from underneath, but Alexis manages to catch one and twist into an attempt at a cross armbreaker! Astrid quickly rolls with the hold, getting to her knees, and maneuvers her legs, attempting to secure a triangle choke! Astrid struggles, trying to push back on Alexis' leg so she can't pass it over and lock the choke in. Alexis continues to struggle, punching at the crown of Astrid's head, and Astrid's grip begins to weaken on the leg. Alexis moves to pass the leg over...AND ASTRID MUSCLES ALEXIS UP! She hauls Alexis up, standing up as Alexis attempts to secure the hold, and with a burst of energy runs across the ring and PLANTS her with a sitout powerbomb! The impact rattles Caffrey out of the choke!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Astrid holds her neck, grimacing as Alexis tries to compose herself.}

Terri Morasco: What a counter to that triangle attempt by Astrid Hall! I felt the impact from here!

Vasco Dias: Great resourcefulness by Caffrey to transition between those holds, and great wherewithal from Hall to counter out. This is going to be just as much a war as anything tonight.

{Both women get to their feet slowly, and Astrid strikes first with a kick to the gut. Alexis staggers back a few steps before lashing out with a spinning heel kick that catches Astrid on the chin, staggering her back. Alexis backs up a few steps before charging out with a huge front dropkick that drives Astrid into the buckles. Caffrey charges in, nailing a step-up high knee to the jaw of Astrid, and hooks her head, spinning out of the corner with a modified JUSTIFICATION! Alexis covers, stretching to hook Astrid's leg!

ONE! TWO! THR—ASTRID PRESSES ALEXIS OFF OF HER!}

Terri Morasco: Don't count Astrid out just yet!

Vasco Dias: That was flashy, but was it smart? That kind of kickout takes a lot of strength, and she might have wanted that strength later in this match.

{Alexis staggers to her feet, and Astrid pushes herself up, rage in her eyes and a slasher smile on her face. Alexis actually takes a step back for a moment, but she shakes her head, stepping forward and charging. Astrid decks her with a clothesline, and Alexis bounces back up, right into a second! Astrid hauls Alexis up, whipping her into the corner, and charges, looking to start the BERSERKER'S FURY again! NO! Alexis gets her boots up into Astrid's midsection, staggering her! Astrid charges again, and this time the kick hits her jaw! Alexis boosts herself up to the second rope, measuring, and leaps off for a clothesline...RIGHT INTO THE CLUTCHES OF ASTRID! Her hand wraps around Alexis' throat, and she gets hauled up into the air, Astrid taking only a few moments before spinning and drilling her with the WINTER'S GRIP! Astrid covers!

ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Alexis rolls her shoulder up, and Astrid...nods? She nods, with an approving, yet still feral, grin on her face.}

Terri Morasco: Did she WANT Alexis to kick out of that?!

Vasco Dias: She's losing herself in the battle. It's in her eyes, Terri! RUN! SAVE MYSELF!

{Astrid stalks Alexis, measuring her, and nails her with a kick to the gut, hauling her in roughly with a front facelock. She grabs her waistband, lifting her into a suplex, and begins to walk around the ring, prepping for the MJOLNIR! NO! Alexis slides out the back, twisting, and looks for a CUTTER! NO! Astrid pushes her off to the ropes, leaping for a Superman punch! NO! Alexis dodges and catches Astrid with a spinning back kick to the gut! She grins, blowing a kiss to the doubled-over Norwegian, and winks to the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: Looking for the Kiss Goodnight!

Vasco Dias: All good things must come to an end, Terri, and this is just that!

{Alexis runs to the ropes, ready to hit the spinning Codebreaker that has won her match after match...BUT ASTRID SURGES FORWARD AND NEARLY BREAKS HER IN HALF WITH A VICIOUS SPEAR! Astrid leaps to her feet, roaring to the crowd, and the crowd roars in kind. She picks Alexis up, and this time, there is no hesitation. Astrid hauls Alexis up into the suplex and immediately whips her over, driving her into the mat with the MJOLNIR! Astrid hooks both legs!

ONE! TWO! THREE! "Immigrant Song" plays as Astrid gets to her feet, adrenaline beginning to fade as the bell rings.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner and the new number one contender to the IWF Diamonds Championship, ASTRIIIIIIIIIIID HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL!

Terri Morasco: WHAT A MATCH! We just saw five of the finest women in this company put on a clinic, Vasco, and in the end, the Valkyrie emerged victorious!

Vasco Dias: Size does matter sometimes, and Astrid Hall just put on a dominating performance. The Pack cannot be happy about this result, especially Brooklyn Madrox.

{Astrid leans against the ropes, weary but victorious, and makes a belt motion with her hands, shouting at the camera in Norwegian before straightening up and climbing the turnbuckles. She throws her fist in the air, a grin on her face, and hops back down, stepping out of the ring. Astrid backs up the ramp, high-fiving and fist-bumping fans as we fade to a video package.}

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SEGMENT
”You Earned It.”

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{We return backstage as our camera locks on the IWF COO Roberto Verona walking down a corridor past a number of personnel who meander around him getting on with their allotted tasks. He nods to a few before suddenly stopping in his tracks, the camera pans back slightly only to reveal the Imperial Champion Andrew Jacobsen, causing the packed arena to pop.}

Andrew Jacobsen: Strange that I would bump into you.

Roberto Verona: Well… I do own the place, Andrew.

{Andrew sizes Verona up with suspicion.}

Andrew Jacobsen: What are you doing here?

Roberto Verona: Really, you as well? Is this the Spanish Inquisition?

Andrew Jacobsen: I just find it awfully convenient that you’d show up as I am due to defend my belt against Angel Blake. Oddly enough, I don’t trust you.

{Roberto smiles wryly, nodding knowingly.}

Roberto Verona: I don’t blame you…

{Verona looks around at the arena before turning back to Andrew.}

Roberto Verona: Who could have imagined that nearly six years after I built my main event career I’d be stood face to face with the man who not only did I beat that evening, but has now beaten my own personal record for longest Imperial title reign. I guess some things truly do come full circle, don’t they? I’ve never forgotten your role in my own rise, Andrew, even if it came at your expense when I shook Kelly’s hand but… here we are.

{Verona pauses for a moment as he looks Andrew in the eyes.}

Roberto Verona: Congratulations. You earned it.

{Verona extends an arm and pats Andrew on the shoulder respectfully, nodding his head as he walks past him. Andrew turns to look back at him, still guarded as we head to a commercial break.}



Terri Morasco: Vasco, we are in for a treat tonight. Andrew Jacobsen, the longest reigning champion in IWF history will be putting his title on the line against the man known as god, Angel Blake in an Angel of Death Match!

Vasco Dias: The first one of it’s kind in IWF and it’s every bit as diabolical as you’d think it would be coming from the mind of God.

Terri Morasco: I’m not expecting to see a lot of mat wrestling tonight, I’m expecting to see Blake do what he does better than almost anyone and cause pain. I’m honestly a little worried about Andrew.

Vasco Dias: You should be worried. Andrew Jacobsen is walking into a match of God’s making, Andrew has everything to lose. We also know Andrew has been wrestling with a few injuries and I can assure that God knows about them.

Terri Morasco: This will be an uphill battle for our historic champion but as we’ve seen Andrew Jacobsen is never afraid to back down from a challenge.

{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.}

Vasco Dias: You can literally feel the chill in the air as God stands in the ring.

Terri Morasco: Blake is a captivating and feared figure but Andrew Jacobsen is a spectacle, a once in a life time athlete.

Vasco Dias: I’m not going to pretend Andrew Jacobsen hasn’t been a great champion.

Terri Morasco: Ok?

Vasco Dias: But Andrew has never faced a challenge like God in a match God made.

{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: If Andrew Jacobsen is working injured you can’t tell because he looks as ready as he’s ever been.

Vasco Dias: You gotta put your game face on in a championship match. Andrew is a professional and he knows that.

{Andrew starts to loosen up using the ropes as Blake stands as still as a statue.}

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled as an ANGEL OF DEATH MACH! And it is for the IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP! The match will only end when one opponent is downed for ten full seconds after a pin fall or submission is scored. To my right…. He is the challenger… The man known as GOD! ANGEL! BLAKE!!!!

{Blake lowers his head and throws his arms out.}

Alison Valance: To my left he is the reigning, defended IWF Imperial Champion… The Northstar… ANDREW! JACOBSEN!

{Andrews holds the Imperial Championship up over his head to a huge pop from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: This is it.

Vasco Dias: We’re about to see hell on earth.

{The referee takes the belt from Andrew and shows it Angel before passing off to the time keeper. The referee checks that both men are ready and each nods slowly before the bell is rung!}

Vasco Dias: IT HAS BEGUN!!!

{Andrew immediately begins to move out of his corner but Blake drops down and powders out of the ring.}

Terri Morasco: What’s Blake doing?

Vasco Dias: We saw this last week, God is playing more mind games.

Terri Morasco: I’m not sure that’s a good idea.

{Andrew drops his hands as he watches Blake just stand on the outside of the ring glaring at him. Andrew nods, understanding what Angel wants and walks straight at him. Jacobsen begins to step through the ropes and Angel takes off like a bullet and leaps onto the apron and grabs Andrew who is half way through the ropes for a drapping DDT onto the canvas!}

Terri Morasco: Blake going right for the neck of Andrew Jacobsen!

Vasco Dias: God has chosen his target!

{Blake pulls Andrew off the apron and onto the floor then quick hip tosses Andrew with everything he’s got into the ring post making sure Andrew connects with the back of his neck first before falling hard onto the arena floor.}

Vasco Dias: God is on the attack and he is not going to let up.

Terri Morasco: We’re two moves in and I already fear for the condition of Andrew’s neck!

Vasco Dias: I told you God knew his weakness and would go right for it!

{Blake marches down the side of the ring and grabs the top half of the steel steps, he flings them off then grabs the bottom half of the steps and drags them half way back down the side of the ring. Andrew is pulling himself up as God comes back with a running knee lift. Blake takes Jacobsen by the back of the neck and walks him over to the ring steps. Blake looks to be setting up Tara’s Wings but Andrew muscles out of it and picks Angel up with a FIREMAN’S CARRY SLAM RIGHT ONTO THE STEPS!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew with the right reversal at the right time.

Vasco Dias: Jacobsen saw an opening and he took it!

{Andrew pulls Angel up to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Blake tries to get up as fast as he can but Andrew is right in there. Blake throws a kick but Andrew grabs him for a dragon screw leg whip! Blake attempts to get up again but Andrew grabs him for a second dragon screw leg whip. Both men stand again and Andrew hits Angel with another Dragon screw leg whip. This time Andrew holds on and transitions into a heel hook while also twisting his body to wrench on Angel’s right knee.}

Terri Morasco: Jacobsen is transitioning into some shoot wrestling here.

Vasco Dias: Andrew has an extensive wrestling background, he’s trained with some of the best to lace up a pair of boots and I bet he’s thinking if God is going to target a body part then I’m going to target one too.

Terri Morasco: And focusing on the knee of Blake is incredibly smart. Most of Angel’s offense requires him to be standing and taking that leg out will limit Blake greatly.

Vasco Dias: Absolutely Terri.

{Angel is resisting the pain as Andrew continues to wrench. Eventually Andrew lets him go, stands up then wraps Blake up into a figure four!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew changing the angle here, making sure to rip and tear at the ligaments that hold Angel’s knee together.

Vasco Dias: I’m impressed, I knew this match would be heavy hitting but both men went right into it, no feeling each other out process.

Terri Morasco: It goes to show you how important the Imperial Championship is to the both of them.

{Andrew wrenches some more before getting up to his feet and letting Angel go. Blake tries to roll back out of the ring to his comfort zone but Andrew connects with a stomp to the knee and then pulls Angel up. Jacobsen says something to Blake before connects with a huge gutwrench backbreaker!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew moving from the leg to the spine!

Vasco Dias: Andrew loves him a good backbreaker.

{Andrew goes for the cover but Blake kicks out at one. Andrew pulls Angel back up and sends him into the corner of the ring with an Irish whip. Andrew runs in looking for the Gordie Howie Special but runs into a spinning back fist from Angel! Andrew staggers and Blake grabs him for an inverted swinging neck breaker!}

Vasco Dias: God right back on the neck of Andrew Jacobsen!

Terri Morasco: But what condition is Angel’s right knee in right now?

Vasco Dias: Good enough condition for that neck breaker!

{Blake seems to be favoring his right leg as he gets back up. Andrew isn’t willing to slow down but Angel is right there and this time he grabs and lands Tara’s Wings on Andrew Jacobsen right in the center of the ring. Blake rolls Andrew over for a cover. ONE! KICK OUT!}

Terri Morasco: Not even a two count for Blake!

Vasco Dias: Andrew isn’t going to go down easy!

{Blake stands up with Andrew Jacobsen in his arm. Blake fires off several rapid fire hand strikes before looking for a spinning heel kick that Andrew manages to grabs for a dragon screw leg whip! Blake is up and Andrew comes right in but Angel grabs Jacobsen for a snapmare and then a quick rolling neck snap!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew hit another dragon screw but Angel is right back on him!

Vasco Dias: Both had well timed counters!

{Angel quickly rolls out of the ring and onto the arena floor. Angel throws up the ring apron and begins to dig around under it until he pulls out a steel chair. Angel slides back into the ring with the chair in hand as Andrew is just starting to stand. Angel cracks Andrew over the back of the neck with the steel chair and sends Andrew to his knees. Blake unfolds the chair and sits it down, then he grabs Andrew and turns him into pulling pile driver position!}

Terri Morasco: Blake is looking for the Last Gasp!

Vasco Dias: He could end Andrew’s career!

{Andrew blocks it and then lifts Angel up and over for a nasty back drop onto the steel chair, Blake’s leg landing and bending awkwardly over the top of the steel chair!}

Vasco Dias: Sick reversal into the back drop!

{Andrew falls forward and grabs the ropes, he reaches for his neck and then cringes through the pain as he turns his attention back to Blake. Angel is trying to crawl to the apron but Andrew comes in with a knee drop on the back of Blake’s right knee. Andrew then grabs Angel for a high angle Texas Clover Leaf and starts to wrench on that knee again as hard as he possibly can.}

Terri Morasco: Andrew definitely starting to show the wear of the match on his neck.

Vasco Dias: That’s not going to slow Jacobsen down!

{For the first time Blake lets out an audible yell as he claws for the ropes. Andrew has Angel’s body torqued so that the pressure is not just on his knee but his back and neck as well.}

Vasco Dias: Jacobsen is a submission sevant!

Terri Morasco: I was worried about Andrew at the start of this match but the fear was completely unfounded. There is a reason Andrew has been a champion for so long.

{Blake finally claws his way to the ropes but there are no rope breaks as Andrew continues to torque him. The referee keeps asking if Angel submits but he shakes his head and says no. Eventually Andrew lets Angel go and then pulls Blake back up to his feet and hits a quick Borealis suplex! Blake is down and Andrew rolls his legs up for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}

Vasco Dias: God isn’t giving up and he isn’t going down.

Terri Morasco: Neither is Andrew Jacobsen!

{Andrew gets up to his feet but Angel rolls out onto the apron. Andrew follows Blake and reaches through the second rope but Blake grabs Andrew by the head and then chokes him over the rope! Andrew is fighting to break free as Blake uses his body weight against Andrew to continue choking him.}

Terri Morasco: Blake back at the neck and depriving Andrew of oxygen!

{Blake pulls himself up on the ropes as Andrew takes a moment to regain his breath. Blake hits a knee lift into the throat of the hanging Jacobsen and then pulls Andrew through the ropes and sets him up and this time hits the Last Gasp pulling pile driver on the ring apron!}

Vasco Dias: What a devastating pile driver!

Terri Morasco: Jesus, I don’t even know what to say.

Vasco Dias: That was nasty.

{Blake struggles to stand on the arena floor, his knee clearly bothering him at this point in the match. Blake reaches under the ring and pulls a table out to a huge pop from the crowd. Angel sets the table up parallel to the ring then slowly climbs back up onto the apron. Andrew is starting to stand when Angel grabs him but Jacobsen comes back to life with an overhead belly to belly suplex sending Angel off the apron and through the table!!!}

Terri Morasco: Holy hell! Andrew taking control with that belly to belly!

Vasco Dias: That was incredible.

Terri Morasco: Andrew needs to get Angel back inside the ring and cover him!

Vasco Dias: Jacobsen has a golden opportunity right here.

{Jacobsen pulls Angel out of the rubble but he doesn’t throw him back into the ring, instead Andrew goes for the Hat Trick on the arena floor and connects with three rolling German suplexs! Andrew pulls Angel up to his feet hits him with a snap German suplex into the ring apron!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew looking to punish the spine of Angel now!

Vasco Dias: I’m not sure it’s smart to take his focus off that leg. Andrew has a good chance at submitting God.

Terri Morasco: I agree.

{Andrew rolls Blake back into the ring and pulls him up fast for the COLD SNAP! Blake is down and Andrew covers him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}

Vasco Dias: Another close two count for Andrew!

{Andrew stands back up. Angel starts to get up but he’s slow and he’s favoring his right leg, Jacobsen comes right in with another dragon screw leg whip and transitions into the kneebar with a heel hook!}

Terri Morasco: Christ! Andrew is going to rip Angel’s knee apart!

Vasco Dias: He went off the game plan but Jacobsen has gone right back to the knee.

Terri Morasco: It’s a smart tactic and Andrew may get a submission out of it.

{Angel is fighting as hard as he can but there is nowhere to go, no rope breaks, the pain on his painted face is evident and finally after three long minutes Angel is forced to tap just to break the hold.}

Terri Morasco: Blake tapped!

Vasco Dias: God didn’t have a chance! He had to break the hold!

{Jacobsen doesn’t wait for the referee to count the ten, he grabs Angel and pulls him right up for the ICE BREAKER!!!}

Terri Morasco: ICE BREAKER!!!!

Vasco Dias: This could be it for God!

Terri Morasco: I’m not sure how he can come back from this!

{The referee starts his ten count as Jacobsen staggers into the corner of the ring and rubs at his neck, visibly hurt. ONE! TWO! THREE! Angel hasn’t moved yet. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Not even a finger twitches. SEVEN! EIGHT! Blake suddenly sits up and looks over to Andrew.}

Terri Morasco: I don’t believe it.

Vasco Dias: Believe it.

{Blake stands up at nine and the pain in his leg seems to be gone. Andrew looks a little stunned but steps up out of the corner. The two men come right for each other but Andrew goes for a leg scoop and another dragon screw but this time Angel responds with a spinning heel kick! Andrew goes down but gets right up to meet Blake who connects with a Genocide Kick! Andrew stumbles back and falls through the ropes and rolls to the outside!}

Vasco Dias: GOD IS BACK!

Terri Morasco: HOW!?

Vasco Dias: DIVINE POWER!

{Blake slowly makes his way to the outside of the ring where Jacobsen is getting up. Blake grabs Andrew from behind with a rear naked choke and takes him down to the arena floor and begins to scream as he chokes Andrew.}

Terri Morasco: Angel is looking to suffocate Andrew!

Vasco Dias: Suffocate him and torque that neck some more.

Terri Morasco: I don’t think Andrew’s neck can take much more.

{The referee is checking on Andrew on the outside, the champion seems to pass out but before the referee can do anything Angel releases the hold. Blake very slowly gets back to his feet and walks over to the announcers table. Angel trips the table clean and looks back to Andrew with an evil glint in his eye. Andrew is coughing as he starts to try and stand. Blake hits a nasty shin kick across the jaw of Andrew and then drags him over to the announce table.}

Terri Morasco: Time to move!

{Blake underhooks Andrew for the Last Gasp. Angel picks Andrew up and brings him down on top of the table and it doesn’t give!!!}

Vasco Dias: The table didn’t break!

Terri Morasco: Another pile driver on another unforgivable surface!

{Blake smiles sadistically as he rolls Jacobsen off the table and back to the arena floor. Andrew isn’t moving now as Blake pulls him up and throws him back into the ring. Andrew is still motionless as Blake rolls back into the ring now. Blake pulls Andrew up to his feet but Jacobsen explodes with a European upper cut, then another and another until he drives Angel back into the corner of the ring. Andrew hits ten huge European upper cuts then circles out of the corner shaking his fists before turning around right into another GENOCIDE KICK!!! Andrew goes down and Blake quickly rolls up both his legs in a cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!}

Terri Morasco: Blake with a pin fall!

Vasco Dias: There is no way Andrew is going to get up before the ten!

{Angel stands up now over Jacobsen, his knee seems to buckle for a moment but he forces it to straighten out as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE! Andrew’s eyes look glazed over. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! Jacobsen begins to stir. SEVEN! Andrew rolls over onto his stomach. EIGHT! Andrew starts to push himself up. NINE! Andrew gets back to his feet and Angel grabs him for the REVELATIONS!!! Blake goes for another cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!}

Vasco Dias: WHAT!!! He got up before ten and Andrew kicked out of the revelations!?

Terri Morasco: Un freaking believable. How are either of these men still going?

Vasco Dias: I have no idea. This is insane.

{Blake very slowly stands up, he looks a little baffled himself. Angel reaches down and pulls Andrew up by his wrist but once he’s back on his feet Andrew fires off a super kick of his own and Angel goes straight down! Andrew then falls backward himself and lays on the mat.}

Terri Morasco: A pin or submission is needed prior to the ten count, both men are down but the match continues!

Vasco Dias: I’m at a loss for words right now. How either of them are still moving is beyond me.

{The two of them start to get up at roughly the same time. Andrew reaches his feet first but Blake is right there. Blake fires off a nasty strike. Andrew hits a European upper cut. Blake fires off another strike. Andrew hits another European upper cut. Blake goes to the well for a Genocide kick but Andrew takes him down with a dragon screw and right back into the knee bar with a heel hook!}

Vasco Dias: Tap out! Tap out! Save yourself!

Terri Morasco: Blake has nowhere to go, he’s trapped and I don’t think he can survive much longer!

Vasco Dias: I’m afraid I agree with you.

{Angel is struggling as the referee checks on him.}

Terri Morasco: Wait… Who the hell is that!

{The crowd pops as someone barrels through the audience and leaps the barrier!}

Vasco Dias: It’s Spike Kane!?

{Spike charges into the ring and rips Andrew off of Blake before he can tap and hits him with the THUNDERSTRUCK!!!}

Terri Morasco: What the hell is he doing!!??

Vasco Dias: I knew they were teaming up in the tag team world cup but is their bound this deep!?

{Spike throws Angel on top of Andrew as the referee is forced to count the three. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!}

Terri Morasco: There’s no dq’s! The referee didn’t have a choice but come on! Andrew can’t lose like this!

Vasco Dias: This is the single greatest moment in the history of IWF.

Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me!?

Vasco Dias: The god of xtreme and god himself are united!

{Angel slowly stands up as Spike peels Andrew off the mat and underhooks him. Spike screams for Angel to do it and Blake smiles sinisterly before firing off one last GENOCIDE KICK!!! Jacobsen hits the mat and Spike and Angel embrace as the referee starts to count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!!! Garbage rains down from the crowd. FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!}

Terri Morasco: I can’t believe it’s going to end this way. The longest reign in IWF history ends to a cue!

Vasco Dias: It sacrifices itself to GODS!!!

{EIGHT! NINE! TEN!!!!!}

Terri Morasco: NO!!!!

Vasco Dias: YES!!!!

Alison Valance: Your winner and NEW IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION!!!! ANGEL BLAKE!!!!

{The referee presents Blake with his newly won title as Spike is handed his own and the two men raise their hands and belts over their heads to boos from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: Spike Kane is despicable!

Vasco Dias: Spike Kane is the hero who aided in the end of Jacobsen’s reign of terror!

Terri Morasco: Are you being serious right now!?

Vasco Dias: Absolutely.

{Spike Kane calls for a mic.}

Spike Kane: WE! ARE!

{Blake leans in.}

God: THE! AGE!

Together: OF GODS!!!!!!!!

{Spike drops the mic and the two men raise their belts over their heads again as Danger Zone comes to a close.}