IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice (OFN) April 9, 2018

[Riley Gordon]

Monday Night Sacrifice
Monday, April 9, 2018
Honda Center, Anaheim, California

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.

MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Dean Harper vs Ulf Hednir
Match Purpose: Dean and Ulf face off in an Open Fight Night Challenge.
Spots: TBC
Specific Finishers: TBC

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

Dean Harper is introduced to his new Tag Team World Cup partner.

SEGMENT
VIGNETTE
Short video package of Alexis Caffrey's challenge to Vivienne Rodgers, followed by a similar video of Vivienne's response to set up the match later tonight. (Example: The recent packages used for the Mixed Tag Team Challenge in WWE)

MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Abigail Spencer vs Maxine Valentine
Match Purpose: After their confrontation last week, Abigail and Maxine battle over a spot in the Iron Maiden Match.
Spots: TBC
Specific Finishers: TBC

IN-RING SEGMENT
Awesomely Bueno announce their personal referee for all future matches.

MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Angel Blake vs James Gilmore
Match Purpose: To absolve IWF of James Gilmore
Spots: Burial
Specific Finishers: Genocide Kick

IN-RING SEGMENT
Astrid Hall demands a rematch with Brooklyn Maddrox after how their match at High Stakes ended.

MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Dawn Halliwell vs Ciara O'Connor
Match Purpose: Ciara answers Dawn's open challenge.
Spots: TBC
Specific Finishers: TBC

MATCH
SHIELDMAIDEN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Alexis Caffrey vs Vivienne Rodgers(c)
Match Purpose: Alexis challenged Vivienne for open fight night.
Spots: TBC
Specific Finishers: TBC

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Caleb Lockwood reveals the second participant of his choosing in the Fatal Four Way Ladder Match at the next PPV for the IWF Extreme Championship.

MAIN EVENT
IWF STRONG STYLE CHAMPIONSHIP
IRON MAN MATCH
Bob Pooler (c) vs Pax Stormcrow
Match Purpose: Previously ordained match by the IWF Pacific Territory to showcase their new belt, Pax Stormcrow is selected to contest for the belt.
Spots: TBC
Specific Finishers: TBC

[Riley Gordon]

----------------------------------------------------------

SEGMENT
”Never Walk Alone”

----------------------------------------------------------

{We open the show to find Fiona McFly, in a rare on-screen appearance, sitting alone in one of Honda Center’s restaurants. Trying to keep up with appearances was hard enough on her psyche, but trying to get back to a semblance of “work” was next to impossible. The smile she had going for her hid a very dark side--not of anger or hatred, but of depression. Everyone in the burger joint she was eating at knew exactly what Fiona was dealing with, and they all tried their best to give her some personal space as she read all the tweets on her Android.}

Fiona McFly: James..you were right, love. You were right…

{Fiona took a deep breath before opening her photo app. She perused through the souvenir digital Texas Giant and Titan on-ride pictures that were taken when she went to Six Flags this past Saturday, and the image of her with other screaming riders gave her a slight chuckle of sorts. If anything, just being at the venerable theme park with many other groups of families and friends was therapeutic to her, although she did feel as if she stood out from the crowd based on her own name. As a waiter brought Fiona her classic cheeseburger combination that cost her an arm and a leg, a text message appeared on her screen.}

“Gonna b pushin’ 4 Joker in the Pack, Fi--REGARDLESS of what kinda crap Angel pulls. No regrets, no holdin’ nothin’ back.. Hugs, JAMES - P.S.: How was Six Flags?”

{Fiona shook her head, thinking that the guy who was so dead-on about making her recognise her own depression was out of his mind…only to remember what he had said in his statement to her about letting people run their lives naturally.}

Fiona McFly: Oh, you’ve gone gaga…but you’re right that I can’t prevent you from making your choices to advance your dreams.

{She peered her eyes upon the screen, leaving the text message open as she started munching on her meal. She had ZERO clue as to what goals she wanted to set as a PROFESSIONAL, given that Jack’s death had basically taken wrestling out of her mind. She felt responsible for his career going sideways after his 2015 run. She had no one else to turn to in the gig--or that’s what she felt like. All she needed was something, ANYTHING, that could revive her and help get her back to the “normalcy” she so desired. Her Android buzzed once more, and she looked down at the screen to see another text from James, which read something like this…}

“Crapola! I was so busy trainin’ for the fake god that I forgot your birthday was also Saturday. So happy belated b-day to you...just remember, you helped me in a lot of ways, so now it’s my turn to help you. You’ll never walk alone as long as ppl are around you with a smile.”

Vivienne Rodgers: This seat taken?

{Vivienne was standing with a milkshake in her hand and a smile on her face. Fiona didn’t say much at first, peering her eyes upon the pair of texts. Yet even she realised that, perhaps, James -was- trying to return he favour and cheer -her- up.}

Fiona McFly: (softly) No…

{Vivienne sits down next to her.}

Vivienne Rodgers: You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to but I thought I’d offer to be here for you if you wanted.

{Fiona took a deep breath before taking a sip from her Coca-Cola.}

Fiona McFly: I...you know what I’ve been dealing with for months. As toxic as others label him...James was right. I should NEVER have been in a ring until I got me head on straight...and I’m sorry. Haven’t slept well, haven’t done much of anything...got everything thrown on me and I just can’t handle it anymore.

{She watched Vivi for a moment, then pulled up the twitter feed again.}

Fiona McFly: I am...contemplating leaving the gig altogether. ‘Cos thinking of James pushing for Joker in the Pack made me realise...that as much as I tried to help him, I couldn’t help myself. And that is something I never felt before in me life.

{Vivienne nods.}

Vivienne Rodgers: Have you ever heard the term self-care, Fiona? It’s about doing what’s right and healthy for yourself. Sometimes that’s bubble baths and a glass of wine. Sometimes it’s taking a small leave from work to put yourself back together.

{Vivienne puts a hand on Fiona’s shoulder.}

Vivienne Rodgers: You’re not alone in this, okay? There are people who care about you. Have you been to grief counseling since Jack passed?

Fiona McFly: No…’cos I never knew it would happen to begin with.

{Fiona took a small bite from her burger, savoring its flavour.}

Fiona McFly: Jack might have played the role of a stubborn cowboy yet he did everything he could to make sure I was well cared for. And when you’ve known someone like him for twenty years, you feel...as if that bond would never break, and when it did...it did.

{She took another sip from her drink of choice.}

Fiona McFly: Jack and I met in high school whilst you were younger...and even as we went our separate professional ways after graduation, we never lost that bond. It was...magical. He always loved sharing that bond he had with me...especially on me birthday. And as I visited Six Flags, trying to take James’ advice, I realised...this past Saturday, I turned 36. And Jack would always make this big breakfast for me...now, that’s not going to happen any more. And James wanted to know how me day at the theme park went…

Vivienne Rodgers: That’s great Fiona. I’m glad Jack was there for you when he was alive. You have to be able to rely on someone else for help. You need help processing your grief. Have you gone to grief counseling?

Fiona McFly: No...mainly ‘cos I didn’t even THINK something like it would happen. Yet as I was at the park to watch all the other families and take in the rides, I realised...that I had to go out and enjoy the life I had ‘cos I might not be guaranteed ‘tomorrow.’

{Fiona paused for a second.}

Fiona McFly: I want to tell James...that I enjoyed being out there, that I loved the Mr. Freeze Reverse Blast attraction. Now he’s out there, wanting to do the things I loved doing...and I’m sitting here doing nothing else except...wasting what would have been a great birthday weekend dwelling on something that I knew nothing about--things like mortality, 'self-care'.

{Vivienne sighs.}

Vivienne Rodgers: I think you need to expand your social circle. You need to start taking care of yourself. I need to go but if you want to talk some other time I’m easy to find, okay?

Fiona McFly: Before you leave...I’ve got a little something for you. Something that Jack wanted you to have.

{Fiona reaches into her personal handbag, pulling out a key with a cowboy hat keychain on it. She then pulled up her photo app and showed a picture of the bright-yellow 1974 Chevy Vega that once belong to Jack.}

Fiona McFly: Me driveway needed to be cleared. Figured you wanted a car of your own...I had it placed on a hauler this morning. You should get it at your house sometime this week.

{Vivienne looks visibly touched}

Vivienne Rodgers: Fiona, I… thank you. I appreciate this.

{Vivienne leans over and hugs Fiona.}

Vivienne Rodgers: Take care of yourself okay?

{Fiona watches Vivi make her exit before sitting down to finish her food. Something inside her own soul made her want to smile, knowing that a weight had been lifted off her shoulders yet there was still more work to do. In the meantime, she used her tablet to book passage on a flight to the Cincinnati area, home to another famous amusement park.}

Fiona McFly: Aye...now I shall go visit Kings Island...

----------------------------------------------------------

SINGLES MATCH
Dean Harper vs Ulf Hednir

----------------------------------------------------------

Terri Morasco: Tonight our opening match is between the two men who placed second and third in the Roulette.

Vasco Dias: Neither one really mince words when it came to how they felt about one another either. Both were fairly clear on what this match means to them.

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall in our opening match

{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.}

Alison Valance: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at 200 form The Pack Compound… DEAN HARPER!

{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: Still no Rowan in his entrance. We haven’t seen her enter with Dean in months.

Vasco Dias: And we’re all better for it.

Alison Valance: And his opponent… weighing in at 243 pounds from Oslo, Norway… ULF HEDNIR!

{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.}

Terri Morasco: There are many fans out there who have been wondering if this matchup was going to come up with the return of so many ex-council members returning around the same time.


Vasco Dias: That’s the past, Terri. Ulf only lives for the here and now. Stop writing your reunion Council fanfics and pay attention to the facts.

{Dean is leaning casually against the ropes, mocking a yawn. Ulf keeps his stance, but he glares slightly at Dean.}

Terri Morasco: There is some very clear tension going on in that ring right now.

Vasco Dias: So how bloody do you think this is going to get? What’s the over-under on that?

Terri Morasco: I don’t want to think about that.

{The ref looks between Dean and Ulf before signally for the bell. As soon as the bell goes off, Ulf charges across the ring and hits Dean with a Lou Thesz Press, followed up with three punches, and a final elbow strike knocking the lighter man back.}

Terri Morasco: A strong opening from Ulf here!

Vasco Dias: I wouldn’t get my hopes up, Terri. We’ve seen Dean play with his food before.

{As Dean gets back to his feet Ulf hits Dean with a headbutt. Ulf grabs Dean and then forearm smash knocking Dean down.}

Vasco Dias: If Ulf is smart he knows to keep Dean close and away from the ropes.

Terri Morasco: He does seem to have that thought process going right now.

{Ulf picks up Dean, the crowd cheers, and throws Dean across the ring with a Biel Throw, Dean rolls, wincing in pain moving towards the turnbuckle in clear pain.}

Vasco Dias: Ulf is certainly going about attempting to prove that Dean wouldn’t have achieved everything he had if Ulf had been here.

{Ulf raises his arm in the air. The crowd loses its mind. Ulf lets out a “Skål!” which is returned by the crowd. Ulf takes in the crowd’s reaction clearly pumping Ulf up as he smiles at the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: The crowd clearly has a large number of The Heathen Army here. Listen to those reactions.

Vasco Dias: Ulf certainly is.

{While Ulf is taking in the love from the crowd Dean stands slowly, wincing slightly taking a few breaths before cracking his neck slowly. He looks over at Ulf showboating and leans against the turnbuckle, tilting his head slightly licking his teeth.}

Vasco Dias: Did you see that?!

Terri Morasco: See what?

{Dean stands up straighter, smirking before taking a run across the ring hitting Ulf with a Bicycle knee to the back knocking the other man into the ropes before Ulf can drop to the ground, Dean grabs him by the hair lifting him up before kicking him solidly in the midsection knocking him into the turnbuckle.}

Vasco Dias: Mistakes have been made.

Terri Morasco: Ulf, get out of there.

{Dean laughs kicking Ulf in the midsection again, “THE PAST DOESN’T MATTER?” Another kick “YOU SURE?” Another kick. “BECAUSE THIS SEEMS PRETTY FUCKING FAMILIAR”}

Terri Morasco: Come on ref, stop this.

{The ref drags Dean back yelling at him about how long he can have the other in the corner.}

Vasco Dias: I’m not sure it’s safe getting between Dean and his prey.

{Dean backs up while the ref goes to check on Ulf who waves him off angrily.}

Terri Morasco: Ulf looks angry.

Vasco Dias: Wouldn’t you be?

{Dean motions Ulf forward with a smirk. Ulf charges for Dean but he ducks out of the way turning this into a Running kneelift into a hangman’s neckbreaker slamming Ulf down. Dean goes for the cover.
1
KICK OUT.}

Terri Morasco: Did Dean really think that would work?

Vasco Dias: It’s not about succeeding so much as playing with Ulf at this point.

{Ulf sits up glaring at Dean who seems to be laughing slightly.}

Vasco Dias: You have to admire the way Dean doesn’t seem to have any fear here.

Terri Morasco: DO we?

{Dean comes at Ul clearly trying another bicycle kick but Ulf counters it into a Back Body Drop, dropping Dean down on his back, he clearly winces as he rolls slightly. This gets another “Skål!” shout from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: A perfect counter from Ulf here. Dean’s clearly not recovered fully from the beat down in the early match.

Vasco Dias: Things aren’t over yet.

{Ulf goes for the cover.
1
2
KICK OUT}

Terri Morasco: That was close.

Vasco Dias: Close doesn’t count in wrestling, Terri.

{Ulf lifts Dean up by his shirt and grapples his before he can get away. Ulf lifts Dean up for a German Suplex and drops him down to the mat.}

Terri Morasco: He’s clearly trying to push past Harper’s pain tolerance here.

Vasco Dias: Who knows how far that is?

{Ulf picks Dean up before he can recover and shifts him onto his shoulder, Valhalla Driver, slamming Dean down to the mat so hard the ring seems to bounce.}

Terri Morasco: You could hear the impact from here!

Vasco Dias: That had to hurt Dean.

{The crowd lets out a mixed shout of “HOLY SHIT” and "Valhalla!"}

Terri Morasco: What is Ulf’s plan here?

Vasco Dias: Who can say?

{Ulf lifts Dean up before wrapping him in a Dragon Sleeper.}

Terri Morasco: Wait, is Ulf trying to make Dean submit?!!

Vasco Dias: That would be a bragging right to have. Harper claims he can’t be forced to submit.

{The Ref goes down to see if Dean wants to submit. Ulf clearly wrenching Dean and working his neck.}

Terri Morasco: Andrew, Bob, Spike, and Devlin have all beaten Dean by making it so he can’t get up from a ten count or full on pass out. Is this the strategy Ulf is using here?

Vasco Dias: It’s not a bad way to get a win but I think Ulf just wants to make Dean submit. Plain and simple. That would be something he could wear like a badge of honor.

{Dean struggles to Get lose but Ulf clearly tightens his hold.}

Terri Morasco: Ulf’s been hitting Dean hard. This might be something to put him away or at least make him pass out from the pain.

Vasco Dias: Considering the way The Pack seems to be in Pain I’m not sure it’ll have the desired effect here.

Terri Morasco: …I have no idea how to respond to that.

{The crowd is white hot as Dean continues to struggle and Ulf wrenches his head back a little further.}

Vasco Dias: The crowd likes my logic.

Terri Morasco: The crowd likes Ulf’s continued hold of Dean.

{Dean lets out some sounds of pain stretching into the hold pushing back with his legs before managing to push Ulf onto his back shoulders slightly.

1

Ulf shifts slightly moving his shoulders off the mat but Dean manages to yank his leg to hook the rope in the change of position.}

Terri Morasco: Ulf has to let go.

Vasco Dias: He could hold on a little longer.

Terri Morasco: Ulf is a man of honor. He won’t.

Vasco Dias: Boring.

{Once the ref points out the leg to Ulf, he drops the hold but it’s clear he’s not happy about it. Dean sits up rubbing his neck while laying on the mat.}

Terri Morasco: I wouldn’t trust Dean no matter how injured he is. Ulf shouldn’t either.

Vasco Dias: How can you say something like that Terri?

Terri Morasco: Do you want me to go through the highlight reel, Vasco?

{The ref makes Ulf back off slightly while he checks on Dean.}

Terri Morasco: Could this be over?

{Dean gets up shakily and the ref moves back. Ulf motions Dean to come at him.}

Vasco Dias: Apparently not done yet.

{Dean moves quickly towards Ulf before he kicks him in the midsection and grabs him in a Wrist-lock transitioned into a standing moonsault side slam}

Terri Morasco: Was…. Was that a Subspace Slide?

Vasco Dias: Well, you know how Dean was calling Devlin bae… in their tag promos… On twitter… While breaking into Devlin’s house… Backstage…

Terri Morasco: I get it, Vasco.

{Dean is clearly gritting his teeth through the pain as he rolls to his feet. He rolls to the outside grabbing the ropes on the outside as Ulf rolls slightly. Dean bounces on the rope once before launching into a FATAL FRAME on Ulf.}

Terri Morasco: That was the move Dean hit Ulf with at Heir to the Throne.

Vasco Dias: Well, you know what they say, Terri. Those who forget their past are doomed to repeat it.

{Dean clearly winces before moving and semi straddling Ulf before pushing his shoulders down on the mat holding him down for the pin.
1
2
3!!}

Alison Valance: And the winner DEAN HARPER!

Terri Morasco: I did not see that coming.

Vasco Dias: You know how Dean is when he gets hungry.

Terri Morasco: I don’t need that mental image, Vasco.

{“The Howling” hits the PA as Dean sits up off Ulf wincing slightly.}

Terri Morasco: Dean’s clearly still feeling that match. This was a hard match for both men.

Vasco Dias: Needed more blood.

Terri Morasco: There’s something deeply wrong with you.

{Suddenly the sounds of Dean’s theme cut and the somber tones of Oh Death by Jennifer Titus take hold of the PA system. Cable is walking out with a mic in his hand. Dean is still sitting in the ring with Ulf who is rolling on his side to get up.}

Vasco Dias: Cable Arcane? What’s he doing here?

Terri Morasco: They did promise to tell Dean who his new Tag Team partner would be tonight.

Vasco Dias: NOW?!

{Cable signals for the music to cut as he brings the mic up.}

Cable Arcane: Congratulations Ulf and Dean on such a hard-fought battle.

{Ulf is half standing ignoring what is going on. Dean is still sitting, his eyes firmly on Cable.}

Cable Arcane: And I wanted to and wish you both luck in the tag team World Cup…

{Dean has a very firm ‘Ho, don’t you dare’ look on his face.}

Cable Arcane: As Partners.

{The crowd lets out a mixed reaction. Ulf stands up fully, clearly unhappy with this turn of events, pointing at Dean in disbelief. Dean is clearly seething with a cold fury.}

Cable Arcane: Your first match together will be against The Pack. I imagine you both have a lot to talk about.

{Cable smiles as O Death by Titus hits and he makes his way back up the ramp.}

Terri Morasco: I cannot believe they decided to partner Ulf and Dean in the Tag Team World Cup.

Vasco Dias: With their first match against Dean’s Pack members? I imagine they are wanting some blood.

Terri Morasco: Well… Stay tuned folks. We have the rest of the Open Fight Night here tonight. It’s sure to be an exciting match.

{Ulf looks at Dean. Dean glares at him.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SEGMENT
”Shieldmaiden Hype Vignettes”

----------------------------------------------------------

{The camera comes on to Vivienne sitting backstage putting her hair up.}

Vivienne Rodgers: Hello there, IWF fans.

{Vivienne waves at the camera with a warm smile.}

Vivienne Rodgers: As you know later tonight I will be defending the current hardest working belt in the Imperial Wrestling Federation currently known as The Shield Maiden against Alexis Caffery.

{Vivienne lifts the belt up into the frame, setting it on her lap.}

Vivienne Rodgers: Alexis has challenged me for a chance to win this belt. I can’t tell you how excited I am to be able to defend it here, tonight in front of all of you.

{Vivienne waits a beat.}

Vivienne Rodgers: I know this is the first time this kind of thing has been asked of us to do. I’ll be honest that I am just happy to be here, happy to be able to defend this belt against a hall of famer like Alexis. I’ve been preparing most of the week to make sure I am in the best shape of my life for this match. I hope you brought you’re a game tonight, Alexis because this match is going to be amazing.

{Vivienne waves at the camera before the feed ends}



{As the name flashes away off the screen, Alexis is holding the phone up with a huge smile on her face.}

Alexis Caffrey: Awwwww, my sweet coffee drinking cinnamon roll. I’m so glad that you’re happy to be here. I’m glad you think you’re prepared. I’ve been prepared since the minute I issued the challenge. So this will be amazing, and when I win, and I hold that title over my head...it’ll be…

{She licks her lips.}

Alexis Caffrey: Scrumptious!

{And just like that, the feed cuts.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SINGLES MATCH
Abigail Spencer vs Maxine Valentine

----------------------------------------------------------

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! If Abigail Spencer wins, she will be added to the Iron Maiden!

“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, gas mask on her face, walking slowly to the ring and head bowed even as the lights flicker red and green.}

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

Terri Morasco: A backstage encounter last week led to this challenge here at Open Fight Night, and Maxine Valentine looks ready for a war.

Vasco Dias: The Pack are always ready for brutality, but I think Maxine may have found the one woman in the division more vicious than she is.


{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: And her opponent...

{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 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.}

Alison Valance: From Texas, weighing in at 117 pounds, Abigail Spencer!

Terri Morasco: Abigail Spencer has carried with her a reputation for brutal violence since the Diamond in the Rough tournament one year ago, and she's got a look in her eyes that says tonight will be no exception.

Vasco Dias: It's a rabid pitbull versus a psychotic German Shepherd. Either way, I'm glad I'm not stuck in the middle.

{The two women eye each other up, Maxine standing tall like a colossus in her corner and Abigail leaning forward, grabbing the ropes and dropping into a runner's crouch with a grin on her face. The bell rings and Abigail explodes forward, delivering a huge running dropkick that staggers Maxine! Abigail rolls to her feet, hitting a second dropkick that drives Maxine back into the corner. She hits a nasty step-up knee strike to Maxine's jaw, rattling her, and grabs her head, looking for a bulldog to pull Maxine out of the corner! As she runs, though, Maxine scoops her up, using the momentum to swing her into a running SPIRAL-PLEX! Abigail practically does a headstand from the impact, and Maxine shakes her head, trying to get her bearings back.}

Terri Morasco: Abigail Spencer with a huge flurry of offense there, and Maxine was lucky to buy herself that opening to recover there!

Vasco Dias: Starting quick, starting brutal. Exactly what we'd expect from these two.

{Maxine hauls Abigail up from the canvas, firing off a pair of forearms into her jaw. She hurls Abigail to the ropes, going for a big boot, but Abigail ducks under, coming back with a low dropkick to Maxine's knee! Abigail gets up quickly, kicking away at the side of Max's knee with vicious abandon. Abigail switches to elbows, hammering away at the back of Maxine's neck and driving Maxine down to a kneeling position. Abigail goes to the ropes, looking for the SHINING WIZARD! NO! Maxine catches her, lifting her straight up into powerbomb position! Maxine shifts her grip slightly, popping her into a crucifix and looking for the SACRIFICE! NO! Abigail slides out the back, shoving Maxine into the buckles! She impacts the turnbuckles chest-first, stumbling back, and Abigail quickly scales the adjacent buckles, leaping off and catching Maxine as she turns around with the TEXAN TORNADO! Abby quickly covers!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Abigail shakes her head, grinding her teeth and clenching her fists, and straddles Maxine, raining down right hands on the bigger woman!}

Terri Morasco: Abgail creating even more openings here with a massive tornado DDT! She's throwing herself into this fight with reckless abandon!

Vasco Dias: God, she's tenacious when she's angry...and she's always angry!

{Maxine manages to cover up and shove Abigail up, staggering to her feet. As she does, Abigail comes screaming back in, blasting her in the ear with a SHINING WIZARD! Maxine rocks back against the ropes, and Abigail grabs her wrist, trying to Irish whip her. Maxine resists the first tug, then the second, but after Abigail drills her with a headbutt to the sternum, she's finally whipped on the third try. Abigail quickly leaps with a spinning back elbow, staggering Maxine again. As Abigail hits the ropes and goes for a running European uppercut, though, Maxine hits the ropes as well, flattening the smaller woman with a giant crossbody! Maxine rolls to her feet, quickly hauling Abigail up onto her shoulder, and barges her straight into the corner before whipping her around to deliver the KARAMBIT! Maxine covers!

ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}

Terri Morasco: Maxine Valentine showcasing that disturbing agility and bone-crunching power here, and Abigail Spencer showing her undying will to win!

Vasco Dias: If Maxine gets momentum on her side, winning may not be the goal, survival might. This is one scary woman.

{Maxine hauls Abigail up by the hair, paintbrushing her with an open hand. Abigail's head snaps right back, eyes ablaze, and she hauls off on Maxine with a huge haymaker of a punch! Abigail follows up with a snap kick to the gut, doubling Maxine over, and takes a step back before stepping in with a DISCUS CLOTHESLINE! BUT MAXINE STRAIGHTENS RIGHT UP! Abigail blinks in confusion, shaking her head, and Maxine roars with fury. Abigail steps into a second attempt, but Maxine lashes out with a headbutt, sending Abigail stumbling back. As she recovers, Abigail looks up just in time to eat a brutal RIASTAD! The discus lariat bowls Abigail head over heels, and Maxine hooks the leg!

ONE! TWO! THREE! "The Wolf" hits the PA, and Maxine stands over her fallen foe, snarling with anger.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Maxine Valentine!

Terri Morasco: Abigail put up one hell of a fight, but the enforcer of the Pack refused to be moved tonight. That discus lariat denied Abigail Spencer her shot at the Iron Maiden.

Vasco Dias: She put Maxine Valentine through the kind of abuse that makes me glad I'm behind this desk. Something tells me neither of these women are walking away in anywhere near the condition they entered.

{Abigail rolls to the floor, clutching her head in agony as she glares daggers at Maxine, who just stares back at her, returning the sneer. The two women stare each other down hatefully as we go to commercial.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SEGMENT
”It Was God’s Will”

----------------------------------------------------------

{Jayson Matthews sighed as he looked at the front door of the great Wrestle Factory in Chicago. It was hard to believe that it had been over a year since he started training there. He thought about all the good times he had, and how much his career had changed and evolved. He had walked through those doors thousands of times but today he had to prepare himself to enter. Jayson knew that it was going to be different when he walked inside but he wasn’t sure how different. He wouldn’t be surprised if everyone took turns tearing him limb from limb like a merciless mob. For what he did at the Roulette They’d light him on fire and with there torches and poke at him with there pitchforks until he couldn’t stand it any longer. That’s what he would have done if he were those students in there. That’s what he wanted to do to Spike Kane. But now he was the outsider. He took another deep breath to calm his nerves and Jayson walked in.}

{The blurred ramblings of multiple independent conversations were silent before the door shut behind him. The other students stared at him and he hung his head in guilt. Then everyone turned their backs on him. Every single one of his classmates now couldn’t even stand to look at him. His heart hurt. His legs felt weighed down by the remorse and anxiety and he wanted to turn back but he knew he had to at least talk to the man himself. He flipped his hood up and He made his way to Nighthawks office. Two of the bigger sized students blocked his way.}

Student One: “You think we’re gonna let you waltz in and beat on the coach again?”

Student Two: “I oughta knock you out where you stand you little traitor!”

{Jayson hangs his head in shame as they start to close in on him. Nighthawks voice from behind stops them.}

Nighthawk: It’s okay guys. Thank you.

{Nighthawk nods at the both of them and they stand down. Nighthawk turns and glares at Jayson but opens his office door.}

Nighthawk: Lets go.

{They both enter Nighthawks office. Hawk walks behind his desk and Jayson stands in front with his hands in his pockets. Neither man knew what to say at first, but soon Nighthawk broke the silence.}

Nighthawk: You have a lot of guts for coming back here after what you did in the Roulette, I’ll give you that.

Jayson Matthews: I just wanted to come here and say I’m sorry.

Nighthawk: I know you are, but the thing I can’t understand is why? Why would you attack me, for them?

Jayson Matthews: I didn’t want to do it. I had no choice.

{Jayson tried to explain but his voice trembled and he focused on keeping his composure. Nighthawk scoffed at the answer. It wasn’t good enough. It didn’t explain anything. Nighthawk looked even more hurt when he realized it’s all he had for an answer.}

Nighthawk: What hurts the most is the betrayal of trust. I can see it on the faces of all the students here who looked up to you. Fellow classmates that were inspired by you….you let them all down.

{Jayson hung his head in shame. The guilt and remorse poured from him like a waterfall.}

Jayson Matthews: I know.

{Nighthawk was angry but still a bit surprised at Jayson’s lack of arguing.}

Nighthawk: Well I don’t know what to do here. I mean, we both know what protocol is but I…”

{Nighthawk turns around toward the mirror behind him and sighed.}

Nighthawk: ..I just never thought in a million years it would be you standing on the other side. Someone so close. Someone I considered to be like a s-“

{Nighthawk stops himself when he catches Jayson staring back at him in the mirror. The man of a thousand holds could see the sorrow in his eyes. But he saw something different in the Roulette when Jayson attacked him. Something that worried him.}

Jayson Matthews: It was God’s Will.

{That same worried feeling consumed Nighthawk again. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but he knew he didn’t like it.}

Nighthawk: I think you should leave, Jayson.

{Jayson hangs his head low. The scene fades with neither man looking happy.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SEGMENT
”Our Choice Is...”

----------------------------------------------------------

{cut to commercial}

“Coming this May. Steve Awesome is a new cop on the beat in Beverly Hills.”

{We see a smartly dressed Steve Awesome in a pile of rubble holding a gun.}

“You killed my partner!”

{He takes aim and fires.}

“With his partner dead and a conspiracy at foot he is forced to take the law into his own hands.”

{Steve Awesome no stands in front of a surly gentleman in an office.}

“Badge. Gun. Awesome!”

{We cut to Steve Awesome chasing someone across roof tops.}

“You’ll never get away with this!”

{Steve Awesome in a wife beater stands on top of a sky scraper holding a gun on John Barrowman.}

“It’s all down from here.”

“This May, Steve Awesome is… BEVERLY HILLS DETECTIVE!!!!”

{return from commercials}


{The lights in the arena go dark and a digital crowd starts chanting Awesome while the real crowd boos. Then suddenly…}

REGRETS IVE GOT MINE!!!!

{Suddenly Full of Regret starts blaring through the speakers as Steve Awesome makes his way on the stage dressed in a suit. Mandi Matthews-Bates isn’t to far behind in a sexy and trendy dress. El Grande Malo is on his other side dressed in his normal gear. The trio make there way down to the ring.}

Terri Morasco: Well Steve Awesome was given the opportunity to choose his own referee after complaining they all worked for Verona and Cable.

Vasco Dias: I wonder who it could be? The excitement is killing me.

Steve Awesome: You know, a wise man once said to me; Good things come to those who wait….but better things go to those who go out and get it! And that’s how I like to live my life. Instead of going around and waiting for the little things, I make my opportunities happen for me. That’s how it’s always been, and why I stand here today as The Face of the Franchise and The Best in the World.

{Malo nods his head.}

El Grande Malo: Si! Senoir Steve is muy Best in the world.

{The crowd boo but Steve doesn’t listen to them. Mandi sneers at the crowd.}

Steve Awesome: And even with all this talent, charm, and Charisma, even though Awesomely Bueno is the greatest tag team in the Tag cup tournament, there is still just one obstacle that I can’t get around. There is still one problem I can’t solve. Biased men consumed with power. I may be able to put Cable and Verona in checkmate but they own the board. I’ve been passed over by multiple opportunities because Cable has a problem with me. And now biased referees as well?

El Grande Malo: It’s not right, amigos. It’s not very Bueno at all! Me amigo Steve is like a gentle flower. Just waiting for chance to bloom. But those bullies Cable and Roberto are like small child who tramples garden. It’s so sad.

{Malo wipes away a tear as Steve tries to look sad and victimized.}

Mandi Matthews-Bates: You are only resisting the inevitable. Sooner or later my husband, The Face of the Franchise AND Best in the world will overcome you two jerks!

{She lovingly rubs his back and they share a passionate kiss.}

Steve Awesome: But tonight, I’m not sure why exactly….I guess maybe they felt guilty for stacking the deck in there favor, but they are letting me have my own referee for all future matches and I’m going to reveal who I’ve chosen here tonight. Now I wanted someone who will be fair and impartial. Somebody who I KNEW I could trust to call it down the middle. A lot of people came down to audition. A lot of famous people that nobody’s like all of you would never meet. There were plenty of great choices, but I knew that for a role like this there was really only one person. For a role like this you look to family. You look to INFAMOUS!!!”

{Steve throws up the “too sweet” towards the entrance ramp and after a few moments...Jekyl and Hyde by Five Finger Death Punch starts blaring over the speakers and ROB DIAMOND steps onto the stage with a sleeveless referee shirt!}

Terri Morasco: You have got to be kidding me! Rob Diamond!? HE’S going to be fair and impartial for Steve Awesome?

Vasco Dias: It’s a pretty important job. I think Rob can handle it.

{Rob steps into the ring and he immediately matched the too sweet hand symbol and gave Steve a big hug. Malo and Mandi join in like it’s a big family.}

Steve Awesome: Ladies and gentlemen please say hello to my own official referee. ROB DIAMOND!!! Tell them what’s on your mind, bro!

{Steve tosses the mic to Rob. Rob gets some cheers and some welcome backs but they slowly turn into boos as he stands with Steve Awesome.}

Rob Diamond: When my brother Steve Awesome called and asked me if I wanted to be his official referee I knew I had to say hell yes! Just to go back on the road and party with this motherfucker is good enough for me, but then he explained his cause. I was once a victim of Roberto Verona and his biased games. I knew I had to come back and be the best referee. Someone that could call it down the middle and be fair. That’s totally my calling. And to do it with a man that Ive called friend, then enemy, then friend again. Steve, it would be my honor to serve as your official referee.

{The crowd boo as Steve and Rob have a moment.}

Steve Awesome: Rob, Buddy, I know we’ve seen our differences but it absolutely warms my heart that we can be here, right now, as brothers.”

{Steve hugs Rob. Mandi wipes away her tears as the crowd boo.}

Mandi Matthews-Bates: This is a beautiful moment. I love this!

{She wraps her arms around Steve and Rob. Malo steps forward looking at this moment in awe.}

El Grande Malo: Malo is so happy to be joining smiling family. Malo feel like Brady Brunch Reunion.

{Malo wraps his arms on the group hug as the crowd boo as hard as they can. After a few moments they let go of the hug and go to leave but Steve stops.}

Steve Awesome: You know!? You people should treat us with a little more respect if you were smart. You know what? That’s it I’m tired of all of you disrespecting me like that. Tonight is Open Fight Night? I got my official referee Rob Diamond right here next to me. Maybe I’ll throw out a challenge!

Terri Morasco: Good. Get someone out here to shut him up. PLEASE!

Vasco Dias: No body back there wants a piece of Steve Awesome. That’s why everyone was too afraid to challenge him for tonight.

Steve Awesome: You know who I want to face? The IWF UNIVERSE!!!!

{The crowd gasp and boo as Steve yells at the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: What the hell is going on? He’s challenging the crowd!?

Vasco Dias: This crowd had better run then.

Steve Awesome: You are all about to make history. This will be the most amount of people getting there asses kicked by Steve Awesome all at one time. Somebody call Guinness! Malo ring the bell!

{Everyone looks over to the time keepers area where Malo had snuck over to and he strikes the ring bell to start the match}

----------------------------------------------------------

HANDICAP MATCH
Steve Awesome vs The IWF Universe

----------------------------------------------------------

{Steve Awesome takes his suit jacket off and starts pacing around the ring. The crowd is booing as security block members of the crowd trying to hop the barrier. Referee Rob Diamond starts to count.}

Rob Diamond: One!.....Two!!.....Three!...

{Awesome is shouting at the sold out crowd to bring it on. Security still not allowing people to jump the rail. Rob still counts.}

Rob Diamond: Four!!..,,Five!!!!...Six!!!!....

Terri Morasco: This What a fair, impartial, by the book referee does things?

Vasco Dias: These people better be careful or they will get counted out here!

Terri Morasco: You give me migraines.

Rob Diamond: Seven!!!.,,.Eight!!!!.....Nine!!!!

{The crowd are booing and throwing stuff at the ring as Steve continues to taunt the crowd!}

Rob Diamond: TEN!!! Ring the bell!

{Malo strikes the bell.}

Mandi Matthews-Bates: Here is your winner! The Face of the Franchise and the Best in the World! Steve Awesome!

{Steve’s music plays as Rob raises his arm in victory.}

Terri Morasco: This is obnoxious!

Vasco Dias: I cant believe Steve Awesome just won a one on three thousand plus handi cap match.

Terri Morasco: Oh god….go to commercial.

{Steve, Mandi, Rob and Malo all hold each other’s arms up in victory and then simultaneously comes down and does the crotch chops as we cut to commercial.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SINGLES MATCH
Angel Blake vs James Gilmore

----------------------------------------------------------

{Charm City Devils' "Unstoppable" begins to play as jets of water shoot out from all directions. We then see James Gilmore stepping out onto the stage, haggard appearance and all, as he walks down to the ring without saying a word.}

Vasco Dias: Deadman walking.

Terri Morasco: Do not start already.

Vasco Dias: Start what? I’m not the one in the funeral procession.

Terri Morasco: James Gilmore is quite talented despite his challenges.

Vasco Dias: Challenges? You mean trying to dig himself out of a grave?

{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: The IWF World Champion has arrived. The saving grace who’s digging graves!

Terri Morasco: Are you going to pun all night?

Vasco Dias: Does an undertaker measure a corpse for a coffin?

Terri Morasco: Jesus.

Vasco Dias: Close, that’s God.

{The referee calls for the bell and James starts to move out but Angel just stands there.}

Terri Morasco: Gilmore is ready to go but Angel just seems to be standing there.

Vasco Dias: Probably taking measurements with his good eye…

{James moves in like he’s going for a tie up but Blake suddenly throws a palm strike to James bad eye that causes Gilmore to stumble backward and clutch his face.}

Vasco Dias: Gilmore didn’t see that one coming!!!

{Angel then moves like the Flash with a running knee to the side of Gilmore’s head and sends James down to the mat. Blake sneers as he slowly circles Gilmore who is trying to stand up. Blake is right there with a running knee to the midsection of Gilmore and follows it right up with a snapmare then a nasty shin kick to the back of Gilmore!}

Vasco Dias: The man with one good eye is in for one bad night!

Terri Morasco: Did you pay someone to write these for you?

Vasco Dias: Let’s just say I have an eye on good literature.

{Blake pulls Gilmore up to his feet but James fires off a hard right hand that catches Angel off guard. James then leaps in with a head butt and cracks Blake right in the face. James then grabs Angel for a big scoop slam and goes for the cover which only gets a one count.}

Vasco Dias: He’s got his on the prize but one foot in the grave!

Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me?

{Gilmore gets up to his feet and runs to the corner where he hypes himself up. Angel is slowly getting up as he rubs the bridge of his nose when Gilmore sprints out of the corner. Angel manages to leap frog the spear, Gilmore stops in his tracks and turns right into a spinning back fist from Blake. Gilmore responds with a spinning wheel kick!}

Terri Morasco: Gilmore is cranking up the offense on the World Champion!

Vasco Dias: I’m just going to say he better thank God this isn’t a buried alive match!

Terri Morasco: You’re unbelievable.

{Gilmore is up and he’s hulking up. Blake is up too. Gilmore runs in and picks Angel up for the samoan drop but Blake drives elbow after elbow into the head of Gilmore until he drops Blake back down to his feet. Angel quickly grabs James for a big hip toss! Gilmore tries to get right back to his feet but Angel hits a running drop kick that sends Gilmore back first into the turnbuckles!}

Vasco Dias: Gilmore is going to be put six feet deep but he lacks the depth perception to realize it… That’s how I see it.

Terri Morasco: I’m absolutely done with you right now!

{Blake charges into the corner with a knee lift and then pulls Gilmore out with the Heaven’s Fury bulldog!}

Vasco Dias: They say God is just, I say justice is blind!

Terri Morasco: Seriously Vasco?

{Gilmore is trying to get up but just as he gets to his feet Angel roars in with the Genocide Kick! Gilmore goes down in a lump and Blake crosses James’ arms over his chest for the pin.}

Vasco Dias: GOD BLINDSIDED HIM!!!!

{The referee makes the count. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!}

Terri Morasco: Blake picks up the win here tonight.

Vasco Dias: Can’t say I didn’t SEE this one coming.

Terri Morasco: ENOUGH!!!

{The lights dim as Angel raises the IWF World Championship over his head.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SEGMENT
”Astrid Hall demands a rematch with Brooklyn Madrox after how their match at High Stakes ended.”

----------------------------------------------------------

Vasco Dias: It looks like IWF Women's Champion Brooklyn Madrox has joined us tonight!

Terri Morasco: I wonder what she wants...

{Brooklyn stands in the center of the ring, looking bold as brass as she smirks into the mic.}

Brooklyn Madrox: In two weeks, as I'm sure all of you know, we'll be having the Viewer's Choice PPV. During that show a few noboides will get into the ring with Maxine Valentine to determine which one of them will have the chance to face ME at Night of the Immortals.

{The crowd's reaction is mixed to her words. Brooklyn simply continues to smrik.}

Brooklyn Madrox: I say me, for sure, because after I utterly destroyed Astrid Hall, nobody has been worthy to stand up and face me in a match for MY championship at Viewer's Choice. I have to say, I think I'm going to enjoy the night off. Sitting back, enjoying a few drinks, maybe get a massage while all the rest of the roster comes out and works for their pay. I'm going to enjoy having a little bit of "me" time. I suppose I might show up just so I can have front row seats for the Iron Maiden, to see who I'll be beating ne-

Terri Morasco: What iss that?!

{A loud crash comes from the entrance ramp as one of the backstage television monitors flies out from the back and onto the ramp. Brooklyn stares at it in confusion as a tall figure strides out from the back, a hooded denim jacket covering their face as they slowly take center stage, a large sledgehammer resting on their shoulder.}

Terri Morasco: What in the world...?

{The figure pulls the hood back... revealing ASTRID HALL! She stares Brooklyn down with furious intensity before charging down the ramp, screaming with rage. Brooklyn makes a quick escape, rolling out of the ring just as Astrid slides in.}

Astrid Hall: Du kan ikke unnslippe meg, din fei!

{Astrid leaps over the top ropes in pursuit as Brooklyn dashes behind the barricade. Fans scatter as Astrid storms forward, bringing her hammer down hard and bashing the barricade to the side. Brooklyn watches in horror as Astrid continues after her like a bloody-minded juggernaut.}

Astrid Hall: Du tror du kan jukse meg og komme unna med det? MEG!?

Vasco Dias: Astrid's completely lost it!

{Brooklyn runs through the crowd, shoving fans between her and Astrid, but Astrid simply goes around, almost herding her back towards the ring. Brooklyn hops the other barricade, sliding back under the ropes as she watches Astrid advance.}

Astrid Hall: Vet du hvem jeg er? Jeg er Astrid jævla Hall!

{Astrid leaps up the steel steps and brings her hammer down on the top rope, causing all of the ropes to fall off of their hooks. As the ring seems to collapse around Brooklyn, she screams and books it, sprinting up the ramp as Astrid storms into the center of the ring, roaring after her.}

Astrid Hall: Jeg kommer til å knuse hvert bein i kroppen din, Ulvpupp! Du kan ikke unnslippe meg for alltid!

{Astrid turns to the hard cam, leveling her hammer towards it before slowly turning in a circle, holding the sledge out the entire time.}

Astrid Hall: AT VIEWER'S CHOICE... I'M COMING FOR BROOKLYN MADROX!

{She drops the hammer to the ground as the crowd explodes into raucous cheers. Astrid pulls the hood back up and exits through the crowd as Immigrant Song by Led Zepplin plays over the sound system.}

Terri Morasco: Well it looks like Brooklyn Madrox won't be getting a night off after all!

Vasco Dias: Astrid Hall has gone berserk, and I don't think there's any way that Brooklyn's going to escape her this time!

{The camera lingers on Astrid vanishing through the crowd before cutting to commercial.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SINGLES MATCH
Dawn Halliwell vs Ciara O’Connor

----------------------------------------------------------

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first – from Dublin Ireland, weighing in at 135 pounds: CIARA O’CONNOR!

{As the opening notes of ‘Prisoner's Song’ by Dropkick Murphys begins to play the lights dull around only showing the entrance ramp.}

“Looking on a past where we still had a chance…”

{Ciara O’Connor steps out onto the ramp with a self satisfied smirk as she walks down to the ring, spinning once.She climbs onto the apron, sitting sideways with one leg behind her and one in front of her. She smiles at the crowd before leaning forward and grabbing her leg before rolling under the rope into the ring. She rolls to her knees with her arms spread as the lights go up in the arena.}

Terri Morasco: Ciara O’Connor looking fired up tonight in what will be just her third actual match in the IWF.

Vasco Dias: Regardless of her in-ring inexperience in this company, Ciara’s been a solid presence in the women’s division for months, and she’s gotten in plenty of brawls on the outside while managing her prize client, Vivienne Rodgers. One has to wonder if Dawn’s going to act out a little bit of jealously tonight over how much attention Vivienne gets compared to her!

Alison Valance: And her opponent, from Salem Massachusetts – weighing in at 125 pounds, DAWN HALLIWELL!

{Lights dim as the opening riffs to Shoot to Thrill hit, and flashes of white light begin to pulse along with the music as it picks up pace. The stage fills with dry ice as Dawn steps out from backstage, smiling manically and rocking out to the music. She points to the crowd and tries to get them pumped up. When the chorus hits, she raises her fists in the air as she lets out a shout of excitement punctuated by a blast of simple white pyro around her. She holds that pose until the second iteration of "Shoot to Thrill" in the chorus, at which point she charges into the ring and slides in, spinning with the momentum to her feet as she urges the crowd to get to their feet and rock along with her. After a few moments she will settle into her corner.}

Vasco Dias: Of course if you want to talk about high-octane energy fired up for a fight, you need look no further than the daughter of the Blood God, Dawn Halliwell.

Terri Morasco: Dawn's been on something of a tear since her return a few weeks ago, and she's been vocally itching to fight anyone and everyone who wants to get between her and her path of glory. After Spike won the chance to fight God at Night of the Immortals by winning the Roulette, Dawn's been ardently hunting the chance to win the Iron Maiden to get her own title shot at that incredible showcase. Let's see how she fares tonight!

DING!

{Dawn and Ciara grin at one another after the bell rings, exhanging a quick, amicable fist-bump before quickly squaring off against one another. Ciara nods and licks her teeth in anticipation before skirting quickly forward, surging into an almost too fast to see combination of swift kicks to the legs and abdomen that immediately puts Dawn on the hard defensive. Dawn struggles to fend off Ciara's offense keeping her arms up to soak up most of the damage before Ciara rushes forward and past Dawn, slingshoting around from behind with a stiff clothesline that drives Dawn face-first to the mat!}

Terri Morasco: Wow!

Vasco Dias: An explosive burst of offense from O'Connor! I tell you, Terri, the legs of that girl...

Terri Morasco: I don't like where this is going.

Vasco Dias: What? She's great at kicking is all I meant!

{Dawn gets to her feet, nodding and looking at Ciara with a hungry smirk. She's a little slow to rise, and Ciara takes that sluggishness as an opportunity to move forward to continue her offense... but as soon as she gets close Dawn snaps up and grabs her by the calf, dragging her down to the mat and pouncing on top of her like a cat. Ciara tries to fight back, but it is clear that she is not as strong in her ground game as she is when she can properly use her feet. After forcing through a series of wrenching grapples, Dawn eventually slams her back with a gutwrenching suplex. Ciara rolls away quickly, shiting her weight in such a way that she gets to the ropes quickly to both brace herself and catch her breath, shaking off the cobwebs with a slight laugh.}

Vasco Dias: Smart fighting from Halliwell, working to keep Ciara off her vertical base. Those kicks are so deadly, but not as dangerous if she can't stay upright.

{Both women get to their feet and stare one another down, both of them still wearing confident smiles. Ciara holds both of her arms forward, beckoning Dawn to come at her. Dawn shakes her head bemusedly, chuckling as she cracks her knuckles in the palms of her hands before charging forward, running right into a taekwondo kick that stops her momentum completely! With Dawn stunned, Ciara keeps the offense going and takes her down with a BROKEN HYMN! Ciara goes for the cover!

ONE!

TW - and Dawn gets a shoulder up, rolling away to catch her breath!}

Terri Morasco: You can't underestimate the advantage that Ciara has here. As Dawn's manager she knows how Dawn moves almost instinctively, and is better at predicting and countering Halliwell's game plan than just about anyone else in the company could ever hope to manage. She basically calls all of Dawn's shots for her because she knows how Dawn best uses her talents, and that gives her such a huge edge here that Dawn is clearly struggling to overcome.

{Dawn struggles a little as she gets to her feet, the smile beginning to fade as she rubs the side of her head, Ciara still circling her, energy unabated. Dawn quickly gets her bearings, turning to follow Ciara's movements as she looks for an opening. As Ciara passes a little close to the ropes, she sees it and moves forward, nimbly slipping to the side of the expected countering kick. She presses Ciara against the ropes and starts another grapple, her technical skill letting her quickly seize control of the clinch. Ciara tries to fight Dawn off with a series of short kicks and knee strikes, and starts having some success - but Dawn, recognizing that Ciara is starting to force some distance, quickly locks the neck and pulls Ciara into the LACRYMOSA! Dawn moves to go for the cover...

And the lights go completely black.}

Terri Morasco: Woah wait, what's going on?

Vasco Dias: I have a bad feeling about this...

{The sound of a screaming hawk pierces the arena, and the Imperatron lights up with images of Christ on the cross. Eerie, disjointed electric guitar music plays with a singer joining in minor key.}

"My mind.... is clearer now..."

{Another voice calls out through the darkness, distorted and rumbling, so deep that it almost slips into subsound.}

"Another seal has been broken."

"At last... all to well... I can see... where we all... soon will be..."

{A recording of a pile of corpses being burned by a masked soldier wielding a flamethrower.}

"The weak rush to worship Gods, believing that the Gods will protect the faithful as their own."

{An image of Spike Kane and GOD standing next to one another, though the image appears to be rotting.}

"If you strip away..."

"They forget that the faithful become prey to the shadows."

{The image of a man surrounded by blighted figures in rags, reaching towards him in desperate supplication."}

"The myth... from the man..."

"They forget what happens when the children of the gods walk with mortals."

{Recordings of men being brutally flogged.}

"You will see... where we all soon will be..."

"To the Age of Gods, a reminder - Audacity has a price. I am coming."

{The imperatron cuts sharply to black, and the lights return...

To reveal that Dawn has been lashed to a cross set up in the middle of the ring, with Ciara on the mat in the corner with a black bag over her head! Dawn screams in pain as blood trickles down from her brow, where a circlet of barbed wire has been savagely wrapped around her head!}

Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!

{The referee immediately calls off the match as a draw as IWF personnel rush to the ring to help Dawn down, with a few others attending to the unconscious Ciara. As the ring descends into madness, the same disjointed singing can still be faintly heard throughout the arena...}

"Halliwell... Halliwell... did you really think this would end well? Halliwell... Halliwell..."

----------------------------------------------------------

SHIELDMAIDEN CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
Alexis Caffrey vs Vivienne Rodgers (C)

----------------------------------------------------------

Alison Valance: The following contest is for the IWF Shieldmaiden Championship!

{The crowd jumps out of their seats and starts buzzing as “Cult of Love” by Living Colour hits the sound system with a slow piano theme. The drums beat as "Cult of Personality" is mashed in just as Alexis shuffles out onto the stage. Alexis poses for the crowd who show their appreciation for the IWF Hall of Famer before she skips down to the ring.}

Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is an IWF Hall of Famer...Alexis Caffreeeey!!!

{She gets to the ring and climbs up on the apron. She steps in under the middle rope and heads to the corner opposite the entrance ramp waiting for the match to begin.}

Terri Morasco: Alexis has a great list of achievements, but one thing the Hall of Famer has never done, is win the Shieldmaiden Championship.

Vasco Dias: So she gets to jump in line?

Terri Morasco: It’s Open Fight Night, she issued a challenge and the champ accepted.

Alison Valance: And her opponent…

{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. 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. 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.}

Alison Valance: From Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 140 pounds...she is the IWF Shieldmaiden...VIVIENNE...RODGERS!

Terri Morasco: She accepted this challenge because she wants to be known as the fightingest champion on the roster.

Vasco Dias: She’s a long way from that with the people in front of her.

Terri Morasco: Well, there’s only one way to get there.

{Viv hands the title over to the referee who holds it high overhead. The two women get ready as he hands the belt to the timekeeper and then rings the bell, these two combatants locking up in the center of the ring, but the larger of the two, the Shieldmaiden, is able to push Alexis into the corner, necessitating a clean break.}

Terri Morasco: The champion clearly has the size advantage by about five inches, and 25 pounds or so.

Vasco Dias: I think that’ll come in handy, but we’ve seen Alexis combat size with her intellect.

{Viv is backed off by the referee toward the center of the ring and Alexis steps out. The two lock up and this time Vivienne goes around Alexis, grabs her by the waist and picks her up into the air, slamming her down with a takedown. Alexis tries to squirm out, the two women getting to their feet, Alexis still locked into a front facelock where Viv lifts her up but Alexis is able to counter with a knee to the top of Viv’s head. Alexis drops down on her feet and runs to the ropes, leaping up and taking Viv down with a flying double axe handle. Vivienne is quick to her feet but gets taken down again, and a third time. Both are up and Viv swings, but Alexis catches her arm while ducking under it and reaches up, falling back with a Neckbreaker, quickly floating toward the cover but only getting a two count.}

Terri Morasco: Close call for the champion!

Vasco Dias: Alexis is savvy, and Vivienne needs to find a way to combat that.

{Alexis pulls Vivienne to her feet by the head and sends her into the corner. Alexis charges in and drives her knee right into the champion’s face. She goes to pull her out with a Bulldog, similar to her husband, but Vivienne has seen it before and is able to use her size and power advantage lifting Alexis into the air, and slamming her back with a Belly to Back Suplex! Both women are down and the referee starts his count.}

Terri Morasco: Both women have hit some impactful moves.

Vasco Dias: Each is showing the other why they’re in the positions they’re in, one a champion, the other a Hall of Famer.

{The referee gets to five before the two are back on their feet. Alexis swings wildly and Vivienne is able to avoid the attack, stepping forward and grabbing Alexis around the waist, popping off a picture perfect German Suplex, WITH A BRIDGE!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Alexis is able to twist her body and get her shoulders off the mat.}

Terri Morasco: Resiliency shown by Alexis!

Vasco Dias: She wants that title.

{Vivienne sits up, looking over her shoulder at Alexis who is now flat on her stomach after twisting out of the pin attempt. She rolls her body to the side of Alexis, grabbing her by the arm and the leg, and planting her knees into Alexis’ back, pulling back with a Bow and Arrow submission hold, Alexis writhing in pain.}

Terri Morasco: She’s got that hold locked in.

Vasco Dias: Alexis is being bent like a piece of rubber!

{Vivienne falls back on her back, grabbing a hold of Alexis by the chin, pulling down with all of her strength! Alexis screams in pain but shakes her head, not willing to submit! She tries prying Viv’s hands away from her chin, but Viv just pulls back harder. Finally, Alexis starts swinging down wildly at the face of Viv, a few of the shots catching her in the face, one stunning her enough to let go of the hold as Alexis rolls off under the bottom rope to the floor, clutching at her back, wincing in pain.}

Vasco Dias: She was in that hold for quite a while. I don’t see her not being affected going forward.

Terri Morasco: One has to wonder how that might affect the Entanglement, should she be able to lock it in.

{Viv, holding her face, heads toward the outside of the ring. She goes to grab Alexis, but Alexis pulls her forward, FACE FIRST INTO THE STAIRS!}

Vasco Dias: Not that beautiful face!

Terri Morasco: Is that all you think about? She could have a concussion?

{The move gives Alexis some valuable time to recuperate on the outside as the referee’s count gets to six. She rolls into the ring and right back out, breaking the referee’s count. She grabs hold of Vivienne who was trying to climb up the steps to a vertical base, and slams her face into the steps again!}

Terri Morasco: This is the meanstreak we’ve seen in the past.

Vasco Dias: This is pulling out all the stops!

{Alexis grabs hold of Vivienne again and rolls her into the ring under the ropes. She slides in after her and hooks the leg, hoping the damage on the outside was enough, but it only results in a two count that seems to frustrate the challenger.}

Terri Morasco: And now it’s the champion showing that resiliency.

Vasco Dias: She wants to keep it. She doesn’t want to have that label of transitional champion.

{Alexis looks up at the turnbuckle before looking down at her fallen opponent. She heads to the outside and climbs to the top turnbuckle.}

Terri Morasco: We don’t see her go up there often.

{Vivienne though, by the time Alexis props herself atop the corner, is up and crotches Alexis on the top turnbuckle.}

Vasco Dias: And that might be why.

{Vivienne reaches up while climbing the ropes and hits Alexis with a couple strikes while getting to the middle rope. She hooks Alexis and looks to be going for a Superplex that would all but end the match, but Alexis is able to counter with some strikes to the midsection. Finally she kicks Viv’s foot out from under her, her face hitting the turnbuckle, stunning the Shieldmaiden long enough for Alexis to grab her by the head, leap off the turnbuckle and drill her into the mat with a Tornado DDT!

THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRENOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Vivienne gets the shoulder up and Alexis is in shock.}

Terri Morasco: The champion will not give up!

Vasco Dias: Perhaps Alexis underestimated her a little bit?

Terri Morasco: I don’t know if that’s it, I think Vivienne is just showing us all something here tonight!

{Alexis is stalking the champion from the corner, and waits. Vivienne gets to her feet and Alexis charges, twisting her body around Vivienne...ENTANGLEMENT!}

Terri Morasco: She’s got it locked in in the center of the ring!

Vasco Dias: She can’t get to the ropes, that’s for sure.

{Vivienne fights, but Alexis starts pulling back as far as she can on the arm. She screams in agony as her back is feeling the effects from earlier. She’s damn near in tears, but Vivienne is able to get up from a knee and swing Alexis back around, reversing the hold. She drops to her knees and gets between the legs of Alexis, lifting her up and slamming her back!}

Terri Morasco: RAISING YOUR GLASS!

{Viv bridges into the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell rings as the two women fall to the mat.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner AND STILLLLL THE IWF SHIELDMAIDEN...VIVIENNE….RODGEEEEERS!

{Vivienne sits up as the referee brings her the championship. She stands up and has her hand raised, celebrating her victory as her music echoes throughout the arena.}

Terri Morasco: Some might call that an upset. Vivienne Rodgers gets a huge victory, retaining her championship here tonight!

Vasco Dias: Well, she wanted to be the fightingest champion...this is a step in that direction.

{Vivienne continues to celebrate as we go to commercial.}

----------------------------------------------------------

SEGMENT
”Second to the Slaughter”

----------------------------------------------------------

{We go to the back, where Caleb Lockwood sits perched on an equipment crate, the IWF Extreme Championship over his shoulder. He smiles at the camera, a dead-eyed shark's grin, and inhales deeply.}

Caleb Lockwood: I took my time figuring out my second challenger. I had to think about who would be a good opponent, someone who, when I baptized this new title in blood, would make a worthy sacrament...and then I realized...he's been right there all along, reminding us he never left.

{Caleb grins, patting the main plate of the title as he looks at it fondly. He looks back up at the camera, sighing contentedly.}

Caleb Lockwood: You screamed from the rooftops about how you wanted a title opportunity, how you DESERVED a title opportunity...and now you're getting one. So congratulations to you...Steve Awesome.

{He chuckles again, sitting back and crossing his legs atop the crate.}

Caleb Lockwood: I'll see you at Viewer's Choice. Oh...and be sure to tune in next week. I still have one more to name, after all.

{Caleb waves at the camera, a slow, deliberate wave bending at the knuckles and nowhere else, and stares down the lens, smiling that same sick, disconnected smile until we fade out.}

----------------------------------------------------------

IWF STRONG STYLE CHAMPIONSHIP
IRON MAN MATCH
Pax Stormcrow vs Bob Pooler (C)

----------------------------------------------------------

Alison Valance: The following contest is your Main Event, and is a 30 Minute Iron Man Match… and is for the IWF Strong Style Championship!

{The lights in the arena suddenly turn out, plunging the fans into darkness. Little by little, small beacons of light begins to pop up as the fans raise their lit cellphone aloft as the #WWIDN appears on the Jumbotron in bright red and the opening drumbeat of “Red Fraction” begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the song begins to pick up. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he points to the nosebleed sections with his right before making his way to the edge of the ramp.}

Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds … Bob … POOOOOLER!

{Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}

Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler is clearly excited to jump into this match.

Vasco Dias: I wonder if his opponent can say the same! This match happened by executive decision after Pax was already preparing to face the Extreme Champion Caleb Lockwood – one wonders where Pax’s heart will be tonight.

Terri Morasco: I think we’re about to find out!

Alison Valance: And his opponent…

{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.}

Alison Valance: Weighing in at 249 pounds, from Aitkin Minnesota – PAX STOOOORMCROOOOOW!

{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. 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.}

Terri Morasco: I think any concerns we might have had about Pax’s heart not being in this fight have been dispelled! Pax looks fired up and ready to go!

{Pax strides forward before the bell rings, smiling as he offers Bob a hand. There is no hesitation as the Champion of Strong Style takes Pax’s hand and shakes it firmly, a clear sign of respect from the champion. The two of them break and square up in preparation for the bell.}

DING!

{As soon as the bell rings, Pooler launches himself forward to throw himself into a quick and intense flurry of fast paced offense, clearly trying to force Pax out of his methodical comfort zone, but Stormcrow doesn’t even flinch. He slips immediately to the side and pulls Pooler close… IMMEDIATELY RIPPING HIM INTO THE PEACE OUT! Pax bridges into the pin…!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!

Alison Valance: Bob Pooler has been pinned, leaving the score 1-0 for Pax Stormcrow!

Vasco Dias: Bob Pooler never saw that coming! In less than thirty seconds a quick reaction from the Olympic wrestler gives Pax an early advantage! What a start to the match!

{Pooler looks utterly stunned that he’s suffered a pin so quickly in the match, and even Pax has an expression that implies that he wasn’t expecting that stunt to work out as well as it did. Bob pulls himself to his feet, shaking his head with a self-admonishing grin as he gives Pax a somewhat grudging thumbs up. Pax returns the gesture before squaring up again, Pooler now keeping his distance as he circles Stormcrow carefully. He darts in for a few quick strikes, pushing back at Pax with a death of a thousand cuts style offense, trying his best to keep Pax off balance.}

Terri Morasco: Bob’s doing his best to keep up his usual frenetic pace in this match, but he’s going to have to commit to a risk sooner or later if he wants to pull this one off.

Vasco Dias: It’s in Pax’s advantage to keep things slow and methodical. Stormcrow is at his absolute best when he has the time to perform wrestling surgery on his opponent, so you can bet he’s going to do whatever he can to stall Pooler’s offense. I bet he’d be perfectly content if by simply playing defensive he won this match with no more scores by either competitor.

{Indeed, that appears to entirely be Pax’s approach. Though he takes a number of lesser strikes, his careful positioning and meticulous movements build an almost impenetrable wall that Bob seems unable to penetrate for the purposes of making any significant progress. As the match moves on, minutes ticking by, it becomes increasingly clear that if Bob’s going to make any significant headway to evening up the score he’s going to have to gamble – hard. He moves back from Pax and throws himself against the ropes, using the momentum for the rebound to send him flying across the ring. He repeats this several times, being sure to angle himself in such a way that he stays just out of Pax’s reach, dizzying his opponent until he sees the opening for a slingshot senton! The strike sends Pax backpedaling onto his heels, which is enough for Bob to break out the HIGH VELOCITY HUG! Bob rolls to his feet, turning around hauling Pax up before he can catch his bearings and lands the ACID REFLUX, the combination of strikes laying Pax out for the count! Bob goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Alison Valance: Pax Stormcrow has been pinned! The score is now tied, 1-1!

Vasco Dias: And the gamble paid off, just shy of the 15 minute mark, tying up the match as we go into the second half!

Terri Morasco: Pooler knew he had to take a risk, and he did what he had to do. Now lets see if he can keep the momentum going!

{Pax gets to his feet, applauding Bob’s play as he shakes off the cobwebs. The two of them square off, and this time Pax is the one to snap forward, breaking the previous defensive pattern and, for the second time in the match, catches Bob entirely off-guard! He hauls Bob into a german suplex, but hangs on and further punishes Pooler with an implacable gator roll. With his opponent thoroughly dizzied, he capitalizes and hauls Bob into the BROKEN WING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Bob looks around for an escape, but Pax was able to lock in the hold before he had a chance to set up an escape. Knowing that there’s still half a match left and not wanting to risk injury, Bob relents to the hold and taps!}

Alison Valance: Bob Pooler has submitted! The score is now 2-1, with the lead belonging to Pax Stormcrow!

Vasco Dias: That’s got to be disheartening for Pooler! Man works for half the match just to get back into a tie, and barely a minute later he’s once again working from a disadvantage.

Terri Morasco: It was a smart play from Stormcrow, lulling Bob into the illusion of a pattern before springing the surprise. It won’t work again, but if Pax is careful he won’t need to.

{Bob lets out an exasperated sigh as he climbs back to his feet, putting up his dukes as he readies himself for another diehard slog. This time, though, he doesn’t waste time trying to wear down Pax’s defenses with a siege of small strikes – he’s learned now that such an approach will only yield him frustration and exhaustion that he can no longer afford as the clock rolls close to the 20 minute mark. Instead he dances around for just a few short moments before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath… and charging in wholesale. Bob turns into a twisting windmill of haymakers, spinning around Pax and landing blow after blow, always moving in a tight circle around Pax to deny him the chance to lock onto Bob with his strictly superior grappling and taking charge of the pace. Though the frantic pace Bob sets clearly takes a physical toll as sweat drips to the ground, slowly but surely it gives Bob the edge he needs to take control as Pax can’t keep up with the dizzying pace. Finally Bob manages to force the beleaguered Stormcrow into the corner, leaping back briefly before lunging forward with the IMPERIOUS REX! Bob goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH – Pax kicks out as the 25 minute mark flies by!}

Vasco Dias: That was close!

{Bob is breathing heavily, straining as he forces himself back up, striding over to Pax and delivering hard shoot kicks to the chest as Pax tries to rise Bob lets out a shout of exertion as he forcibly lifts Pax to his feet, whipping him into the corner before landing ANOTHER IMPERIOUS REX! Bob doesn’t try going for the cover though, instead once again shouting with exertion as he lifts Pax up and into another corner for a THIRD! Only then, as Pax sucks in breath on the ground does Bob go for another shot!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Alison Valance: Bob Pooler has pinned Pax Stormcrow! The score is now tied 2-2!

Terri Morasco: Three minutes left on the clock! With how Pax has been fighting tonight I don’t think Bob wants to risk it going into sudden death! If Pax can control the pace of the match, this might be all over!

{Bob is breathing desperately, his entire body drenched with sweat from the extreme pressure he’s put his body through just to maintain the speed he needed to keep Pax off his guard. Pax rises to his feet, gesturing with both hands for Bob to bring it on, grinning through the pain of the three chained blows as he glances sideways at the clock. Bob looks at the mat, clenching a fist in determination as he wills his muscles to let out just a little more juice. Pax, however, sees the moment of distraction and moves quickly, still clearly being more energized that Bob is after the intense strain the last ten minutes of sustained freneticism put his body through. Pax grabs onto Bob, and looks to be going for the PEACE OUT to finish the match… But Bob struggles like a madman, flailing like a fish on a hook to do everything in his power to prevent Pax from getting a solid hold. He moves like a man possessed, thrashing insanely before managing to, for the briefest moment, loosen Pax’s grip on him. Drenched with moisture, Bob is able to slip away for just long enough for him to reverse the hold, letting out a long, agonized yell as he forces his muscles to lift Pax up onto his shoulders!}

Terri Morasco: There’s no way he can do this!

Vasco Dias: Does he still have the gas?

{Pooler heaves for a few seconds, knees shaking and about to buckle, before with one last desperate cry forcing Pax into the PEPTO-BISMOL RED! Pax goes down hard, but the move clearly took a toll on Pooler as he clutches his knees in pain. With thirty seconds left to go, Bob slowly, desperately crawls onto Pax and puts a hand on his chest.

ONE! No! Pax shoves the hand away! Bob shouts in frustration as he hauls himself over, barely forcing himself on top of Pax before hooking the leg for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Alison Valance: Bob Pooler has pinned Pax Stormcrow! The score is now 3-2, with Bob Pooler in the lead!

Terri Morasco: He’s done it!

{With a roar of anger, Pax wraps himself around Bob Pooler, locking him quickly in The Broken Wing once again as all of Bob’s muscles go completely limp. Bob has no escape, no strength left to fight, and Pax repeatedly shouts for Bob to tap out… but instead Bob sits and takes it for the last 15 seconds of the match, despite the hell the submission finisher must be putting him through, and just barely manages to hold on long enough for the bell to signal the end of the match, frantically tapping out a split second later.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL IWF Strong Style Champion… BOB POOOOLEEEER!!

{Pax rolls away, hand over his face in frustration as he releases the hold. Bob lies on the ground like a dead fish, desperately gulping in air as the referee brings him his retained belt. With it in hand he slowly gets to his feet with the referee’s help, and snaps limply to get Pax’s attention. Pax turns towards him and steps forward, asking what Bob wants. Pooler says nothing, simply taking Pax’s wrist and lifting his hand into the air. He points to Pax with his other hand, still looped around the ref’s shoulder, telling the crowd to “CHEER THIS GODDAMN GUY”.}

Terri Morasco: A great show of continued respect between these men despite the war they’ve gone through with one another.

{Pax lifts Bob’s free arm over his own shoulder and waves the ref away, helping Bob return backstage as the credits signal the end of OFN.}