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âWelcome The Age of Godsâ
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{"Necessary Evil" by Motionless in White hits to open this weeks Monday Night Sacrifice.}Vasco Dias: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Monday Night Sacrifice and boy do we have a huge night in store for you!
Terri Morasco: It's a new age in IWF!
Vasco Dias: The Age of Gods!
{Angel and Spike stand on the entrance ramp as the crowd boos them, both men proudly wearing their championship belts, Angel's the newly minted IWF World Championship.}Terri Morasco: It may be the Age of Gods but it came about but it came about in fiendish fashion as Spike Kane assisted Angel in defeating the legendary Andrew Jacobsen!
Vasco Dias: What Spike Kane did was for the greater good of the company!
Terri Morasco: I don't buy that for a second!
{Spike and Angel walk very slowly to the ring, completely ignoring the crowd as they go. Spike rolls into the ring under the bottom rope while Angel walks up the steps. The two men stand side by side in the center of the ring where they both throw their arms up in an X together.}Vasco Dias: I never thought I'd see this moment and now that I have it's beautifully terrifying.
Terri Morasco: This alliance is definitely not good for the IWF.
Angel Blake: At Danger Zone you all bore witness to the DEATH of the Imperial Age.
Spike Kane: And the RISE of a new age.
Angel Blake: We crushed your hero!
Spike Kane: We shattered his legacy!
Angel Blake: And through his blood shed we ushered in-
Spike Kane: THE AGE OF GODS!!!
{The two men take their championships off and raise them over their heads. The crowd rain down boo's on them, as Spike and Angel just smirk. Angel stands in the middle of the ring, placing his title on his shoulder, while Spike places his on the ground and begins to walk around the ring, raising the mic.}Spike Kane: I know, I know! Why Spike? WHY!? Why would you turn around and cost the beloved Andrew Jacobsen, a man you've professed to respect, the Imperial Championship, and align yourself with one of your most hated enemies. A man you've gone to the depths of hell with....it's simply that. IWF has stagnated! Week after week we come out here and everybody is talking about how nice the other person is, how much they respect each other, how they're just so gosh darn happy to be in the ring.....and it's all....BULLSHIT!
{He leans over the ropes as he shouts, more boo's from the crowd.}Spike Kane: IWF is supposed to be at the forefront of this business, it is supposed to innovate, and dominate. Instead we have a bunch of people glad handing, when they should be out here kicking each others asses. You have The Pack walking around like some fucked up version of the Care Bears, but you're supposed to fear them!? You have the likes of Andrew Jacobsen, Nighthawk, Jayson Matthews, Pax Stormcrow, even Devlin Raine....supposed heroes, doing nothing. Sitting on their hands, just happy to show up and get booked. That is some of the most disrespectful crap I've ever seen in my time in this business....but yeah, why? Right? Why? Because men like myself, men like Angel? We're a dying breed....and this place is not ready for us to ride off into the sunset just yet. This place simply couldn't survive without us. I've been to the depths of hell with Angel, I know how he works, I know what motivates him, and I am exactly the same. We're cut from the same cloth....and we're going to crush IWF under our feet....because bluntly put? If nobody can stop us, then IWF doesn't deserve to survive. So here we are....the Invictus Champion....the I!W!F! WORLD CHAMPION! ....we're the Age of Gods and nobody can-
{Spike is suddenly cut off as...}Andrew Jacobsen: ENOUGH!
{The crowd's reaction shifts from booing to cheering as Andrew Jacobsen walks out from the back, dressed in his ring gear. The former Imperial Champion paces back and forth on stage, practically barking at Spike and Angel.}Andrew Jacobsen: I think I speak for every single person in this arena, Spike, when I say that nobody is asking why. Because we already know why. We already know why you did what you did, you gutless coward. Because you're still not over me, are you?
{Andrew smirks, an uncharacteristically cocky move that nevertheless draws a huge reaction from the crowd.}Andrew Jacobsen: You couldn't stand the fact that in the span of a year, I went from also-ran to beloved by the people. You couldn't stand that I didn't have to sell my soul to do it, so when you couldn't beat me you did the next best thing. You acted like a petulant child and said "if I can't have it, he can't have it either." Everyone in this arena and watching at home knows, from TWENTY YEARS of Spike Kane, that he gets twitchy unless he's got a knife in his hands, ready to bury it in someone's BACK!
{Andrew pauses, looking over at the newly-crowned World Champion with another smirk, before continuing.}Andrew Jacobsen: IWF hasn't stagnated, YOU have. You've become complacent, and you know it, so you reverted to form. It's everyone else's fault, right? Never yours. We're the ones that failed, not you. This is why nobody trusted you, Spike. This is why almost nobody believed in you, because the moment you get worried that the spotlight's not shining on you, the moment you're afraid you're not going to be the measuring stick anymore, you lash out and try to reassert yourself. You think nobody can stop you? Think again! Because you two may have beaten me, you two may have bloodied me, you two may have put me through hell...but if you think you've broken me, you haven't been paying attention. IWF will not kneel to you, now or ever.
{Angel has barely moved this entire time, a slight smirk on his face as it all unfolds in front of him. Spike is all but snarling in Andrew's direction. He moves to snatch his Invictus Championship up off the floor and leans over the ropes facing Andrew, draping the title over the ropes as he does.}Spike Kane: That's where you're oh so wrong Andrew. You see, you have only ever mattered when you were in the ring with ME! I made the Imperial Championship worth something after it was pissed away by our first two champions! I made the Man of Steel Championship mean something! I made YOU mean something for the first time in your career! You rose to defeat me, and you couldn't back then....if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have ever tasted that gold....but no, I don't get the credit I'm due....it doesn't matter because I'm going to do the same thing with the Invictus Championship Andrew! I overshadowed Cable Arcane when he was champion, now that WE hold gold?
{He points to Angel and himself}Spike Kane: And we're on the same page? There is no limit. Nobody can touch us. We are walking Gods....and you will kneel Andrew.....one way or another...
Angel Blake: The only child here is you, my fallen son Andrew Jacobsen. You have failed me in the grandest way possible and I promise you... You will break. Or you will die.
{At this point Spike cocks his head to Angel and then begins to step between the ropes as if to head towards Andrew but "I Remember (Spartan X Intro)" by Tristam rings out over the sound system as Nighthawk stands at the top of the ramp alongside his best friend.}Nighthawk: "Enough, Spike. Enough. For 4 years, I've been here and I've heard every little whining line about how you're god and how you're the only one who matters. And between you and that walking testament to the failures of the American mental health system you've got there with you, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of the plotting. I'm tired of seeing the two of you be unable to stay out of the spotlight, like addicts looking for a fix. You say you're still the only men that matter? Prove it. I'm in the Roulette. Sign up, and put that title on the line."
{Spike sneers at Nighthawk who exchanges a look with his partner Andrew Jacobsen.}Spike Kane: Every belt I have ever held was considered the top belt while I held it! You want me to defend the Invictus Championship against the whole damn roster and prove my point!? You're on.
{Spike drops the mic and raises his belt over his head as Angel looks on coldly at the Masters of 1000 Holds.}Angel Blake: My brother, my equal, Spike Kane will lay waste to what is left of IWF and from the ashes we will build a NEW EDEN!
{Blake too drops his mic as the crowd roars.}Nighthawk: May sleep give you the courage to go on.
Andrew Jacobsen: And just a reminder, boys. We're in the World Cup so Angel, Spike you got a receipt coming your way real soon.
{Andrew's music hits as he and Nighthawk glare down the ramp at Spike and Angel who both proudly raise their championships before we head to the first break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Jason Sandman vs Mr. Happy
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{Mr. Happy by ICP hits the pa. Mr. Happy comes dancing out onto the stage shaking bottles of Root Beer Faygo. He shakes one then sends it flying off the ramp and into the crowd like a soda rocket. The other he rips open and spills all over his face and mouth before running down the ramp, but before he can make it to the ring the lights go down in the arena.}Alison Valance: Mr. Happy looks ready for the match, but Jason Sandman doesnât seem willing to wait.
Vasco Dias: Thatâs because a clown dies tonight. The only way Mr. Happy survives tonight is if the cops arrest Sandman for attempted murder.
{Am I a Psycho comes on the speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. With barbwire wrapped around his body, Sandman walks down to the ring.}Alison Valance: As Sandman got down to the ring the referee starts reminding the returning superstar that this is not a hardcore match.
Vasco Dias: Does this referee really think he is in control here? This is Sandmanâs World. We are just chess pieces for him to manipulate.
{Jason climbs into the ring and the referee again warns Sandman to lose the weapons, but instead Sandman just smacks him with the cane and turns his attention to Mr. Happy. Jason puts his arms out like he wants to give Mr. Happy a hug, which Happy comes over to accept. As they start hugging Happy starts feeling the barbwire going into himself and tries to pull away, but Sandman doesnât let go and instead plants Happy into the mat with an STO.}Alison Valance: I feel the need to point out that Sandman has the barbwire around himself and he he is also not wearing a shirt to protect himself.
Vasco Dias: All great victories have to come with pain, and I can promise you Happy will pay for Sandmanâs pain.
{Sandman gets himself free of Happyâs shirt before going and getting his chair. Getting a strand of the barbwire off the chair he ties one side to the ropes before lifting Happy up and tying the beaten down man to the ropes by his neck. Jason then pants a chair shot to the face of Happy over and over again. Sandman then drops the chair before bouncing off the opposing ropes and splashing into Happy with his barbwire wrapped chest.}Alison Valance: Is this even necessary?
Vasco Dias: Necessary no. A message sender yes.
{Sandman pulls out his spike and jams it into Happyâs forehead five times before stopping and walking over to get a microphone. Happy is clearly crying and begging for mercy.Sandman gets his microphone and begins}Jason: Look upon him. Look upon what IWF feels appropriate to send me to fight. It doesnât have to be this way. It doesnât have to be a snuff film. Send me Angel Blake and all of this goes away. No messages. Just two men beating the fuck out of each other until their souls cross into another dimension. Verona I challenged Gilmore for next week so you have two weeks to get your Champion ready for war. I donât give a good god damn about the belt, but if Blake isnât ready in two weeks this is going to happen again. Maybe to someone you actually give a fuck about.
{Jason Sandman takes another run at Happy and this time flips over the ropes to leave the ring causing the barbwire to not only cut Happyâs chest and grind across his face as well. Sandman makes his way up the ramp as security and emtâs try and get Mr. Happy free.}----------------------------------------------------------
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Favours
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{We find James Gilmore and Fiona McFly sitting at a table playing checkers. For the most part, the haggard-looking, one-eyed ex-politician is in a pretty good mood this week, with McFly doing all she can to help him keep those positive vibes going.}James Gilmore: King me good ma'am.
{Fiona sighed as she placed one of her opponent's black checkers onto another one. She was already getting her butt kicked, but she's taking things like a good sport.}Fiona McFly: Have you ever tried your luck at chess? It's fun, civilised...
James Gilmore: ...and a total fuckin' mystery.
{Fiona raises eyebrows at the "coloful metaphor"} Sorry, couldn't think of nothin' better to say.
{She giggled, taking a sip from her bottle of orange Vitamin Water.}Fiona McFly: Work on it.
{James smirked a little bit before nodding.}James Gilmore: I was thinkin'...ya never got back to me on the question I asked ya a while back. On...ya know, about what it felt like bein' alone.
{Fiona closed her eyes, the memory of her husband's passing still etched into her collective consciousness.}Fiona McFly: I wake up every morning, first thing I see is -his- picture on me nightstand. I go to bed, see his picture once more...and kiss it good night. And I can tell you love, it's an awful, awful feeling to know that the man you knew over 20 years is not here anymore...
{She paused...then smiled, acknowledging the lessons she has learned ever since that day in December.}Fiona McFly: ...but I know, in me heart and mind, that in spite of our pasts, Jack cared for me and I cared for him. I realise that others are there for me, that want me to succeed...and that's what I want to pass onto other people. Your deal is that you don't want to talk to anyone about what you went through...and that hurts. Shutting everyone out because of some negative emotion or traumatic experience...it's horrible, makes you want to lash out.
James Gilmore: Like I did on Twitter the other day...
Fiona McFly: Aye, that reminds me. As of this moment, 'til we figure out what kind of foulness is in your soul and its catalyst, you are "unofficially grounded" from Twitter. That wasn't me idea either...it was Andrew's. I'm just following through on it.
{Gilmore, who made a living out of social media, could only nod sheepishly.}James Gilmore: I...I understand.
Fiona McFly: And also, I have paid your fine to Mr. Nash so you won't have to worry about it, BUT...you are going to owe me a favour.
{James eked out a hesitating smile, knowing damn well what was coming next.}Fiona McFly: I just got word on it this morning. On 24 March, which is a few weeks from now, there will be a special charity benefit concert to honour me husband's life at Maverick Stadium...and I'd like for YOU to perform at the event--a song of me own choosing.
{And Fiona's smile grew even wider, for she knew EXACTLY what song she had in mind and didn't need any time to debate on what to pick for him.}Fiona McFly: "Bohemian Rhapsody"--think about that...I have to leave.
{Fiona leaves without even finishing the game, leaving James to widen his eyes in total shock and disbelief. "Bohemian Rhapsody," a Queen standard, was one of his favorite tunes...but he couldn't even imagine that HE would be performing said song in front of a live audience--even if it was for charity!}James Gilmore: But...b-b-but...like THIS IS TOTALLY BOGUS!! I CAN'T SING MUCH LESS HEADBANG!
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TAG TEAM WORLD CUP
Bourbon Street Saints vs TNT
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{We come back from commercial break to find Todd Williams and Teddy Steele standing in the ring as "Be Somebody" plays over the PA, watching the entrance ramp cautiously.}Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, the team of "The Redeemer" Todd Williams and Teddy Steele, TNT!
Terri Morasco: TNT looking to notch up one in the win column here tonight, but they've got a hell of a challenge ahead of them with one of IWF's newest and most promising tag teams.
Vasco Dias: They'd have a challenge against the catering team, Terri. This is going to be embarrassing, mark my words. I'll eat my hat if these two win!
Terri Morasco: You never know. On any given night, Vasco, anything can happen.
Vasco Dias: Baaah.
Alison Valance: And their opponents...
{The thudding instrumental drumbeat of âBlack Skinheadâ pounds from the PA as Nick Hunter and Nate Harris walk through the curtain, Nick immediately running over to the edge of the stage and riling the crowd up as Nate cracks his neck, a smirk on his face. Nick runs over to the other side of the stage, working the crowd some more, and Nate begins to walk down the ramp, Nick running to catch up with him as he continues to talk a mile a minute at the fans.}Alison Valance: From the Big Easy, at a combined weight of 410 pounds, the team of Nick Hunter and Nate Harris, the Bourbon Street Saints!
Terri Morasco: It's been a while since we saw them in action, but these two young men look fired up tonight! Looking fine, look-ing fiiiiine.
Vasco Dias: Morasco, you know neither of them is going to reciprocate your desires, right?
Terri Morasco: Like it stops you with the women.
{Nick fistbumps someone in the crowd, leaping up onto the apron as Nate climbs the steps. Nick slingshots over the top into the ring, landing on his feet and talking even more trash as Nate steps between the ropes, settling back into their corner. Nick walks in a circle in the ring, continuing to rile the crowd as he makes his way back to Nate, dropping his voice and beginning to talk strategy as the music fades.}Terri Morasco: Four supremely talented young men in the ring tonight, but only two can come away with the win. Let's not wait any longer!
{The bell rings, Nate starting out with Teddy. Teddy circles with Nate, showing off a little footwork and gesturing for Nate to bring it. Nate shrugs, casually peeling off his shirt and flinging it to an appreciative crowd. Teddy frowns, flexing for the crowd, who boo mildly. Nate, in turn, winks to the crowd, posing in such a way to show off his physique and earning a much more appreciative reaction from the crowd.}Terri Morasco: Ohh, Teddy, don't try to compete. That's just...oh my.
Vasco Dias: You're being paid for this, Terri. You're a journalist. I just admitted you were a journalist. PAY ATTENTION!
{Teddy angrily shoots for a lock-up, but Nate quickly spins into a side headlock. Teddy backs him up into the ropes, shoving Nate off and charging for a shoulder block...but Nate stands firm, Teddy bouncing back a few steps! Teddy shakes his head, going for a second shoulder block that Nate likewise resists! Teddy fires up, heading for the ropes a third time, and this time Nate sidesteps, heading him into the other set of ropes and snatching Teddy on the rebound with the BAD IDEA tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Nate covers!
ONE! TWO! Kickout from Teddy!}Terri Morasco: And Teddy Steele's just had his entire back realigned with that huge backbreaker from Nate Harris!
Vasco Dias: He let Harris into his head, and it's already starting to cost him. Poor bastard.
{Teddy stumbles to his feet, clutching his spine, and Nate nails a spinning back kick to his gut, doubling him over again. Nate locks him in a front facelock, dragging him over to the Saints' corner where Nick tags himself in. Nate hauls Teddy up in a suplex position and Nick climbs the turnbuckles, leaping off with a missile dropkick that propels Teddy down into Nate's STFU to complete the SHUT IT DOWN! Nick covers quickly, locking eyes with Todd on the apron!
ONE! TWO! THREâTeddy barely kicks out! Nick nods, hauling Teddy to his feet, and flings the dazed Steele towards his own corner, shouting "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"}Terri Morasco: And it seems like Nick Hunter wants a piece of Todd Williams! What do you make of this strategy, Vasco?
Vasco Dias: It's not strategy, it's emotion. Hunter held nothing back in his words for Todd Williams this week, and he wants to see if it lit a fire in Todd's belly.
{Teddy reaches out, tagging in Todd, who slingshots himself over the top rope, landing and beginning to circle with Nick. Hunter keeps shouting at Todd, angrily asking "Where the Dreamer at now, huh?! This what you are now?! This who you are?! You happy?! Come on, motherfucker! Bring it! Get pissed, man!" Todd absorbs the abuse, nodding slowly, and as Nick approaches Todd quickly lashes out with the SWEET DREAMS superkick! Nick manages to see it coming, though, and rolls underneath the kick, tagging Todd as he turns around with a jab! He follows up with a left hook, then a kick to Todd's leg, before drilling him with a spinning backfist and whirling back around into a discus clothesline to complete the BOURBON STREET BLITZ! Nick covers Todd!
ONE! TWO! Kickout from Todd!}Terri Morasco: A premature cover there from Nick Hunter, but he certainly seems to be getting under Todd's skin here with that trash talk.
Vasco Dias: These two get in your head, then they put you on the mat. I gotta admit, I appreciate the work ethic.
{Todd gets to his feet in time to eat a vicious chop from Nick, who lets out a loud "WOO!" that the crowd reciprocates. Nick follows up with a second, then a third, backing Todd into the ropes, and whips him off, catching him on the rebound with a beautiful high-angle dropkick! Todd hits the mat hard, bouncing back up and charging Nick again. Nick swings with a huge haymaker, but Todd ducks underneath, coming off the ropes with a crossbody! NO! Nick catches him, shaking his head, and pops him up into a powerbomb position, driving him down with the YOUNG MONEY MAKER! Nick bounces to his feet, pointing to Nate in the corner, and the crowd goes wild as he draws a thumb across his throat.}Terri Morasco: Is Hunter calling for the end already?! That's Todd Williams in there! He's a former World Champion!
Vasco Dias: No matter who he was, it looks like the Dreamer's about to get put to sleep!
{Nick hauls Todd's form into the corner, and Nate tags himself in. Nick slings Todd into Nate's grasp, and he hooks him into suplex position again. Teddy manages to fling himself through the ropes, charging to try to break it up, but Nick sees him coming, intercepting him and bowling him over with the SAINTS GO MARCHING! Teddy's knocked out of the ring, and Nate guides Todd into the center of the ring, lifting him up. Nick hooks Todd into powerslam position, and both Saints drop down, planting Todd into the canvas with the CANONIZATION! Nate makes the cover, Nick counting along with the referee.
ONE! TWO! THREE! "Black Skinhead" hits the speakers again, and Nate jumps to his feet, exchanging a quick fistbump with Nick as the referee raises their hands.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, the Bourbon Street Saints!
Terri Morasco: A DOMINANT win for the Saints on Sacrifice tonight! It felt like TNT never got out of the gate here!
Vasco Dias: They fizzled, Terri, and the Bourbon Street Saints will certainly have a lot to celebrate here tonight! Let the good times roll, boys!
{The Saints high-five each other, coming in for a brief hug before climbing the turnbuckles and riling the crowd as TNT roll to the outside, trying to collect themselves. Nick and Nate hop down, exchanging one more fistbump before they exit the ring and head up the ramp, jawing with the crowd.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Abigail Spencer vs Maxine Valentine
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Alison Valance: âThis next contest is scheduled for one fall.â
{The arena darkens as âFeel Invincibleâ by Skillet hits the sound system a single light shines down onto the stage as Abigail Spencer walks out onto the stage 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 âYOU MAKE ME FEEL INVINCIBLEâ 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.} Alison Valance: âIntroducing first, from Texas and weighing in at 117 poundsâŚ.. Abigail Spencer!â
âAmazing Grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found ,Was blind but now I seeâ{The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as âThe Wolfâ By Fever Ray starts to pay , and out stalks Maxine, Gas mask on her face, walking slowly to the ring and head bowed, even as the lights flicker red and green as she climbs the apron , eventually the mask is removed as she climbs in the ring and stalks her prey from side to side.} Alison Valance: âHer opponent, from Arklay, Missouri and weighing in at 270 pounds please welcomeâŚ. Maxine Valentine!â
{Before the referee can even check both women for contraband Abigail Spencer flies full-speed across the ring and immediately attacks Maxine Valentine with a rapid-fire flurry of blows to the body before she can even get the rest of her gear off. Shoving the crazed Texan away from her Maxine tries to take off her jacket only for Abigail to again swarm her, going right back to the body as she is clearly trying to wind her bigger and stronger opponent. Continuing to land body blows Abigail is pushed away again by Maxine before rushing back in, only to get caught with a massive big boot on the way in. Waiting for Abigail to get to her feet Maxine hits her with a running crossbody that lands with the force of an oncoming locomotive. Pulling Abigail up to her feet rather than going for a cover Maxine clobbers her with a brutal forearm which sends her into the ropes only for Abigail to come off with a teeth-rattling roaring elbow right into a gigantic European uppercut that sends Maxine to the floor. Following her out with a bullet-style tope Abigail flies through the target to the point that she lands her forehead on the guardrail.} Terri Morasco: âYou had to know things were going to go at this pace, Vasco. When this match was signed, the general consensus was that this wasnât probably going to be a long classic but it would be vicious for as long as it did last. And on that point, everyone appears right.â
Vasco Dias: âAnd what I noticed is how much of her energy Abigail is putting into every shot. This is why middleweights donât fight heavyweights generally, because it takes so much energy to have an effect on a person the size of Maxine.â
{Pulling Maxine up Abigail glances towards the ring before seeming to get the idea she needs to do much more to weaken her enough to go for the win. Committing to this thought completely Abigail rolls back into the ring under the bottom rope before going for another bullet-style tope only for Maxine to move out of the way and Abigail to hit head-first on the guardrail with a disgusting splat before adding a running penalty kick to the face just to be sure. Putting Abigail over her shoulder Maxine walks up the ring steps before heaving her back into the ring over the top rope before standing her back up and going for another running crossbody. But as she sets up for a crossbody Abigail ducks a beat too late and they both hit forehead-to-forehead with a massive thud. Falling on top of Maxine Abigail gets a three-count she has no earthly awareness of, as IWF medical staff arrives to treat both women for a possible concussion.} Alison Valance: âThe winner of the match⌠Abigail Spencer!â
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âWhoâs In Charge?â
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{Regrets by Danko Jones hits the pa as Steve Awesome proudly struts out onto the entrance ramp with a big ole grin on his face. Behind him is El Grande Malo who just looks elated to be out here with Awesome.}Terri Morasco: Oh great, here comes Steve Awesome to gloat about his victory at Danger Zone.
Vasco Dias: He should gloat! Steve Awesome cemented himself as the best in the world at Danger Zone!
Terri Morasco: The best at cheating!
{Awesome and Malo walk to the ring together, Malo running up the steps and sitting on the second rope as Steve climbs in. The two fist bump in the center of the ring before Steve speaks.}Steve Awesome: Last Sunday Night I did exactly what I said I was going to do-
{The crowd boos him maliciously but Malo covers his ears.}Steve Awesome: I stepped into the ring with the FORMER best in the world and showed him he doesn't hold a candle to Steve Awesome!
{"Asshole" chants kick off.}Terri Morasco: All he proved was that he can cheat to win against anyone.
Vasco Dias: Record book says Steve won and that's all that matters.
Steve Awesome: Now that I am officially the best in the world and Awesomely Bueno is all but guaranteed to win this little World Cup, I demand I get what I earned. I want a World Title sh-
Cable Arcane: Excuse me, Steve? shut the hell up.
{Steve is cut off as Cable Arcane appears on the tron over the stage. The crowd pops huge as Malo begins to point and yell at the tron.}Cable Arcane: You didn't earn a goddamn thing besides another match with your's truly.
Steve Awesome: There ain't gonna be no rematch!
{Besides Cable we now see Roberto Verona step into the shot.}Roberto Verona: I'm sorry Steve, when did you start making the matches around here?
{The crowd pops for Verona now as Steve looks visibly angry.}Roberto Verona: Not only will there be a rematch, I will personally make sure the odds are not in your favor. For now rest easy that I am currently working on the brackets for the Tag Team World Cup and I can assure you... Awesomley Bueno and CaBerto will be meeting very soon.
{The crowd is excited to hear that as Malo says something to Steve and Steve just grins arrogantly.}Vasco Dias: This is total crap! Steve Awesome earned a title shot!
Terri Morasco: Not according to the men in charge of this company. Steve gets nothing and he better like it!
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TAG TEAM WORLD CUP MATCH
Phillip Burns & Ulf Hednir vs Steve Awesome & El Grande Malo
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{The match starts with Ulf facing Malo. Ulf dominates the early part of the match keeping Malo away from where Steve can get to him. Ulf looks like heâs about to finish Malo off when Phillip tags himself in. Ulf is displeased by this and makes that very clear. Phillip goes after Malo hard but Malo manages to get a tag over to Steve. Steve makes a show of beating up Phillip. Burns tries to reach out to Ulf for a tag but Ulf shakes his head. Steve hits Burns with a SteveKO before pinning him.}----------------------------------------------------------
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âThe Importance of a Title...â
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{We see Rachel Grimes standing in the backstage area near the curtain leading out to the arena.}Rachel Grimes: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest before his match...Mike Laszlo.
{The camera widens out and she turns to Mike.}Rachel Grimes: Mike, the landscape of the IWF is changing. Earlier tonight we heard Spike Kane mention that he is putting his Invictus Title on the line within the Roulette, care to comment?
Mike Laszlo: I mean...good for him? Itâs really not hard to talk Spike Kane into doing something...heâs a bit...reactionary? Yeah, thatâs the nice way to put it. Nighthawk just had to push a few buttons, and just like that, everyone in the Roulette has another reason to want to win it. While thatâs great and all, my focus in that match isnât on winning an Invictus Title, thatâs just icing on the cake...my goal is to win the Roulette and headline Night of the Immortals...again.
Rachel Grimes: That kind of leans into Bobâs message earlier this week about any title that isnât the World Title, not meaning as much to you.
Mike Laszlo: Itâs not that at all, and Iâll prove that tonight when I beat Bob in the center of that ring, staking a claim at that ânot so importantâ title around his waist. Itâs not that these titles arenât important. I wouldnât demean their history with such a disrespectful statement. To hold a championship, any single one, is to represent this company in front of the world. Itâs to have pride in my craft, to show that itâs recognized by this company and its audience.
Rachel Grimes: So if you beat Bob tonight, will you be looking for a shot at his title?
{He shrugs his shoulders with a smirk.}Mike Laszlo: I would think so...but hey...I guess weâll just have to wait and see what happens next.
{He walks off as the scene fades.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Non-Title
Bob Pooler vs Mike Laszlo
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your main event for the eveningâŚ
{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 âRed Fractionâ begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the song begins to pick up. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he points to the nosebleed sections with his right before making his way to the edge of the ramp.} Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds ⌠Bob ⌠POOOOOLER!
{Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler and Mike Laszlo have had words for one another, both coming off of victories at Danger Zone. Bob winning that Man of Steel Title around his waist.
Vasco Dias: Heâs proven he can win it, but as weâve seen in the past...winning is only half the battle.
Alison Valance: And his opponentâŚ
{"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 poundsâŚMIIIIKE 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 came out with a bit more respectful of a tone toward Bob, and has made it clear that if he were to win tonight, heâd welcome a shot at the Man of Steel Title.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, rather the opposite of what Bob was saying about Mike thinking anything but the Imperial, soon to be World Title, isnât worth his time.
{Bob hands the title over to the referee who passes it to the time keeper at ringside. He then rings the bell as the two men who know each other so well begin to circle the ring, sizing one another up before tying up. Mike is quick to go behind Bob with a Hammerlock as Bob feels around for a way to reverse, doing so into a Hammerlock of his own, only to have Mike reverse it, spinning Bob around and taking him over with an Arm Drag, followed by another, and another. Bob is up to a knee, holding onto the middle rope in the corner as Mike shoots him a smile.}Terri Morasco: Slightly different strategy for Mike, and I donât know if Bob was expecting it.
Vasco Dias: Well, the two of them know each other so well that theyâre going to have to be creative on the fly.
{Bob stands to his feet and the two go to tie up again, but this time Bob ducks under the arms of Mike and locks him up around the waist. Before Mike can counter, Bob lifts him up and takes him down to the ground, floating around and locking Mike into a front facelock in an effort to keep him down, but it doesnât work for long as both men are fresh and Mike is able to get his legs under him, both men standing up as Mike pushes Bob off into the ropes. Bob uses the added momentum to attempt a Shoulder Block off the ropes, but in a test of strength, neither one goes down. Bob runs to the ropes again and hits Mike with the same move, and again neither goes down. Mike eggs him on to try a third time, but as Bob goes toward the ropes, Mike goes the other way and the two lunge toward one another with the same idea, colliding in mid-air driving the air out of the otherâs lungs with a simultaneous Crossbody that causes both to slam to the mat with a thud, clutching at their ribs.}Terri Morasco: Both men had the same idea, and I donât think either is the better for it.
Vasco Dias: You saw the collective force just drive the air from their lungs.
{The two struggle to their feet, each using the ropes to pull themselves up as Mike fires off a shot that connects with Bobâs face. Though the Man of Steel is rocked, he manages to fire off a shot of his own that staggers Laszlo. The two fire off shots at the same time, and all hell starts to break loose as theyâre really going at it, though Bob seems to be getting the better of Mike, backing him into the corner before attempting to Irish Whip him to the far corner, but Mike manages to turn it, sending Bob into the corner, following him in and planting a knee right up under his chin. Bob seems rocked as Mike grabs him by the head, looking for a Running Bulldog out of the corner, but Bob shoves him off at the last minute, sternum first into the Turnbuckle. Mike stumbles back and Bob turns him, grabbing him by the arm and lifting him onto his shoulders, looking for what looks to be the Pepto Bismol Red!}Terri Morasco: Heâs got him up!
Vasco Dias: OH! WHAT A SHOT!
{Mike hits a hard elbow to the side of Poolerâs head, and repeats it before firing off three more in rapid succession. He slides down behind Bob and makes him feel the pain he felt earlier, blatantly shoving Bob chest first into the corner. Bob stumbles out backward, only to be grabbed around the waist where Mike pops off a German Suplex WITH A BRIDGE!
ONE!
TWO!
POOLER KICKS OUT!}Terri Morasco: The back and forth between these two has been great with counter after counter.
Vasco Dias: I told you, something out of the ordinary is going to win this.
{Mike turns over onto his stomach, pushing himself off of the mat, staring at Pooler who is a bit slower in his motions. Mike stalks Bob who is now up, but doubled over trying to catch his breath. Mike bolts for the ropes and looks to drive his knee into the side of Bobâs head with a âShot of Maliceâ but Pooler is able to stand up, avoiding the contact as Mike goes toward the ropes, bouncing off of them, Pooler does the same on the other side, HIGH VELOCITY HUG!}Terri Morasco: All that momentum had to break him in half!
Vasco Dias: Bobâs put away numerous men with that move.
{Pooler drapes himself over Mike, hooking both legsâŚ
ONE!
TWO!
THRNOOOOOOOOOO!}Terri Morasco: How did Mike kick out of that!?
Vasco Dias: Determination?
{Pooler sits up after the kick out, looking over his shoulder at Mike who lies flat on his stomach, breathing heavy, trying to recapture some oxygen in his lungs. Pooler shrugs his shoulders and heads toward the turnbuckle, climbing to the middle rope, but Mike is back up and tries to intervene. Pooler tries to kick him off but Mike catches his foot and pushes him back into a seated position on the top turnbuckle, connecting with a couple of Forearms to the face. Mike throws Poolerâs legs over the top rope and grabs him by the head as the crowd starts to rise out of their seats, anticipating whatâs coming nextâŚ
THE EXECUTIONER!
Mike rolls Bob over and hooks the leg, hoping to have the match wonâŚ
ONE!
TWO!
THRENOOOOOOOOOO!}Vasco Dias: I thought for sure that was it!
Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler showing the same resiliency we saw from Mike earlier on!
{Mike is now looking over his shoulder from a seated position, shaking his head while laughing at the same time.}Vasco Dias: Glad he finds this funny.
Terri Morasco: He knows itâs going to take a lot to beat Pooler, just as Iâm sure Pooler knows that same the other way.
{Mike stands, stalking the Man of Steel once more. Pooler is slow to his feet, but he does get there, and as he turns, Mike kicks him in the stomach and pulls him in, the crowd, again to their feet!}Vasco Dias: Heâs setting up!
Terri Morasco: He has Malicious Intent on the brain!
{Mike lifts Bob onto his shoulders, looking for his famed finisher, but Bob knows itâs coming and manages to escape! He shoves Mike into the corner, and follows him in with Double Knees to the Chest, grabbing hold of Mike by the head, looking for the Reverse Lung Blower portion of the âImperious Rexâ maneuver, but Mike is able to hold on to the top ropes, and Bob crashes hard, landing on the back of his head. He rolls around on the mat, holding the back of his head as Mike catches his breath. Bob is to a knee in the center of the ring, looking to get up, but Mike charges and blasts him in the side of the head with a Running Knee!}Terri Morasco: SHOT OF MALICE!
Vasco Dias: What a transition!
{With Pooler stunned, Mike spins him, lifts him, and plants his knee into Bobâs face with the Malicious Intent! Bob hits and falls straight back. Mike collapses on top of him, hooking the legâŚ
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The bell rings!}Terri Morasco: Mike Laszlo just pinned the Man of Steel in what was an incredible match up!
Vasco Dias: These two duked it out and showed the competitive spirit that the two of them possess.
Terri Morasco: And just think...theyâre partners in the Tag Team World Cup!
Alison Valance: Here is your winner...MIKE...LASZLOOOO!
{âCult of Personalityâ plays over the speakers as Mike celebrates his victory with Alexis. Bob slowly rolls toward the corner, propping himself up as heâs handed the Man of Steel Title. Mike turns and sees Bob sat in the corner and walks over to him, extending his hand to his fallen foe. Bob looks around, the crowd encouraging him, and he takes hold of Mikeâs hand, allowing himself to be pulled up. Mike gives him a nod and shakes his hand in the center of the ring to applause from the crowd.}Vasco Dias: A show...of sportsmanship? I hope he pulls him into a Clothesline.
Terri Morasco: Not everything is a play.
Vasco Dias: It is when a title is involved.
Terri Morasco: Well, with this victory, Mike has put his name in the conversation, thatâs for sure.
{Bob leaves the ring, allowing Mike and Alexis to celebrate Mikeâs victory with the crowd as the Sacrifice and IWF Logos appear in the corners of the screen before it fades to black.}
Well howdy there pardner.