IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice (OFN) May 14, 2018

[Elaine Laskaris]

Monday Night Sacrifice
Monday, May 14, 2018
T-Mobile Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada

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.


SINGLES MATCH:
Fiona McFly (w/ Kate) v. Ciara O'Connor

SEGMENT:
The Bourbon Street Saints run afoul of future World Cup opponents, Dean Harper and Ulf Hednir

SINGLES MATCH:
Redcap v. Xavier Cross

SINGLES MATCH:
Jayson Mathews v. Nighthawk

SEGMENT:
Dawn wishes the age of gods luck on their match

IWF TAG TEAM WORLD CUP ROUND 2
Jason Sandman/Pax Stormcrow v Age of Gods

SEGMENT:
{Secret Segment}

SINGLES MATCH:
Kimberly Williams v Brooklyn Maddox

SEGMENT:
Alexis and Helena are asked how they feel about facing each other to get to the match at NOTI for the Open Weight (interview)

SINGLES MATCH - TAIPEI DEATH MATCH:
Dean Harper v. James Gilmore

SEGMENT:
BFC attacks continue until morale improves

IWF OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Vivienne Rodgers (C) v. Charity Crowne

SEGMENT:
HYPE package for Night of the Immortals

IWF STRONG STYLE CHAMPIONSHIP
Mike Laszlo vs Bob Pooler (C)

[Elaine Laskaris]

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VIDEO PACKAGE
An Important Announcement

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{the camera focuses on Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco as they continue to discuss the events of the night.}

Vasco Dias: Err...I’ve just been informed that we’re going to have Shea O’Hara with us next folks.

Terri Morasco: Shea isn’t here tonight, she’s recovering from the attack from the Best Friends Club.

Vasco Dias: So we’re going to visit her, live via Satellite.

{The tron flickers to life, and Shea O’Hara can be seen sat in an oversized IWF hoodie, no make up on, her hair is pulled back in a basic ponytail, and her eyes are quite red. The crowd initially cheer her appearance, but something quietens them down.}

Shea O’Hara: Last week….Last week, I came out to the ring, to address all of you. To address the IWF Universe in person. See I, I was going to retire….We….I..

{She starts to get quite emotional. She brings a hand to her mouth, and holds up a finger. After a moment or two she gets control of her breathing and wipes the tears forming in her eyes.}

Shea O’Hara: When I came to that ring, I was pregnant. There was going to be a little baby Fenell in a few short months….but now?

{She looks dead into the camera.}

Shea O’Hara: I lost my baby. The attack from the “Best Friends Club” cost me my baby, all I wanted to do was retire, gracefully, tell everyone the great news in person and now I feel numb. A life was growing in me, and Crystal? Ciara? Charity? You took that from me…

{She stands up on her feet, moving closer to the camera.}

Shea O’Hara: Just wait til I get my hands on you.

{The feed from the tron cuts, and we cut back to Vasco and Terri. Terri looks clearly upset and Vasco a little shell shocked.}

Vasco Dias: That…..that was heartbreaking news Terri.

Terri Morasco: That poor woman. The Best Friends club are disgusting, and they deserve everything that is going to come to them!

Vasco Dias: It’s pretty insane in IWF, when we have Gods and Demons, yet three mean girls are simply the worst of the lot.

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Get My Friend Back

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{As Sacrifice opens with Nighthawk sitting down on an anvil case in the back of the T-Mobile Arena, his head in his hands, we see him raise his head up slowly when Maria Iniesta shows up to meet him. Clad in a black Wrestle Factory t-shirt, black leather pants, and black work boots, Nighthawk looks nothing like the cool-eyed "American Samurai" we are so used to seeing. Instead, to be perfectly honest, he looks heartbroken.}

Maria Iniesta: "Nighthawk, are you ok? This is a big match for you tonight, and it doesn't look like you're ready at all."

Nighthawk: "I can't be the Machine. Not for this. Not tonight. Tonight, I have to go out there and wrestle with a man I consider like a brother to me, like a son to me. But I need to do this. And, from what I understand, so does he. Tonight, I do all I can to give him a contest worthy of him. And maybe when it's done, I get my friend back."


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SINGLES MATCH

Fiona McFly (w/ Kate Steele) vs. Ciara O'Connor

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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

{A video package begins playing to the pre-recorded rock-remix version of Rachel Platten's "Fight Song," showing a montage of Fiona McFly at various stages of her life... }

"Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion"

{...including home movie footage of the famous 1994 go-kart race in the Texas Hill Country. We see photos of Fiona from her high school and college graduation ceremonies...}

"And all those things I didn't say
Wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?"

{...until we finally see an image of her standing next to the late Jack Gaither on their wedding day. The black-and-white photo fades down as...}

"This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me..."

{...a blast of pyro goes off as the song kicks into high gear--only for this special show, it's played LIVE by none other than singer-songwriter Rachel Platten herself, accompanied by none other than Queen legends Brian May on his patented "Red Special" guitar and Roger Taylor on drums, eliciting a huge pop from the crowd at "The Fortress."}

Alison Valance: Introducing first, from Arlington Texas, weighing in at 135 pounds… FIONA MCFLY!

Terri Morasco: Wow! We're getting an extra treat here tonight!

Vasco Dias: Boy oh boy, can Fifi's sister belt one out!?!

Terri Morasco: WILL YOU STOP!?!

{We then see Fiona McFly stepping out onto the stage, saluting the crowd whillst in a very special attire for this evening. Tonight, she wears a specially-tailored wrestling outfit in the steel gray, gold, red, and black colors of the NHL's Vegas Golden Knights. The fans roar with approval, even chanting "GO KNIGHTS GO" in support of their beloved expansion franchise. She holds a pair of gold-hued bullwhips above her head, twirling them into the air with a smile on her face, which gets even wider when Ms. Platten herself offers to take in an impromptu duet.}

"Losing friends and I'm chasing sleep
Everybody's worried about me
In too deep
Say I'm in too deep (in too deep)
And it's been two years
I miss my home
But there's a fire burning in my bones
Still believe
Yeah, I still believe..."

{The band stops playing as Fiona poses, another blast of pyro going off as the pre-recorded track plays again. She shake's Rachel's hand before walking up to the two rock icons. We see tears of joy flowing down the normally-determined McFly's face as she hugs both Brian May and Roger Taylor--her two biggest idols--before walking down to the ring rather giddily. Fiona strolls toward ringside, hugging and pecking fans on the cheek in her usual manner, before reaching the ringside area and handing one of the whips to a small child. She then proceeds to give the second whip to a very special guest in the front row--Golden Knights' star goalie Marc-Andre Fleury--before getting into the ring and clearing her mind for the match ahead.}

Vasco Dias: Well that was… extended.

Terri Morasco: She certainly does like to make a production out of her entrance. Let’s see if she lives up to her own hype!

{As the opening notes of ‘Run for your Life’ by K. Flay begins to play the lights dull around only showing the entrance ramp.}

Alison Valance: And her opponent…

“Don't count me out
Just 'cause I'm down
Boy, I've been down before
Fate has a way of playing games
And I've been keeping score
They tried to tell me I was lost in the forest
Like a cub with no mother when I actually was where I wanted”

{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.}

Alison Valance: From Dublin, Ireland… weighing in at 135 pounds, representing the Best Friends Club… CIARA O’CONNOR!

{The audience is a raucous chorus of boos, with multiple chants of “YOU KILLED FRIENDSHIP!” and “JUSTICE FOR VIV!” ringing through the arena.}

Terri Morasco: No love for Ciara O’Connor out in the audience tonight.

Vasco Dias: They’re just jealous, Terri. Everyone here wishes they could have a group of best friends like Charity and Crystal.

{Ciara scoffs and holds her hand up to the crowd while brushing nonexistent dust off of her shoulder before squaring up and settling in her corner, facing down Fiona with an eager, if cruel grin.}

DING!

{The bell sounds and both women lock up in the middle of the ring. Ciara breaks the hold and sends Fiona into the ropes. Fiona comes back with a flying forearm but Ciara doesn’t go down. Ciara runs into the ropes and comes back with a running low kick to the knee. Both women are still standing and Ciara fires off a clothesline and a stiff kick to the gut of Fiona. Ciara hits the ropes, bouncing off of them with a Mule Kick and a pin.

ONE!

Fiona kicks out!}

Vasco Dias: Just a one count there.

Terri Morasco: Fiona’s certainly determined.

{Both women get to their feet and Ciara connects with a spinning wheel kick. She looks for a legsweep but Fiona sticks the landing and counters with her own spinning wheel kick. Ciara tries to get right up but Fiona drops kicks her in the chest and sends her into the corner. Fiona gets up and charges in with a shoulder block in the corner. She grabs Ciara around the waist and looks for a belly to back suplex bridged into a pin. ONE! KICK OUT!}

Vasco Dias: Another one count!

Terri Morasco: Both women are going hard at each other.

{They both get right up and Fiona ducks the clothesline and gets behind Ciara and grabs her with a snap suplex right into the corner. Ciara rolls out of the ring on instinct.}

Vasco Dias: Smart move by Ciara.

{Fiona rolls right out after her but Ciara catches her with a taekwondo kick and then a Shotgun Dropkick into the ring post!}

Vasco Dias: There’s that viciousness I was talking about out of Ciara.

Terri Morasco: She may have spent a lot of time as a manager, but she is definitely a fighter at heart.

{Ciara pulls Fiona up off the mat and runs her down the side of the ring and throws her head over heels into the ring steps. Ciara stomps her a few times as she lays on the ground before pulling her up to her feet. Ciara hits a short arm clothes line and then pulls her back up and goes to throw her into the guard rails, Fiona reverses it and sends Ciara stomach first into the guard rails herself. Fiona takes her by the hair and smashes her face into the guard rails and then picks her up and drops her onto them chest first!}

Vasco Dias: Fiona looked like she was in trouble there, but she bounced back.

Terri Morasco: Her anger towards the Best Friends Club certainly seems to be galvanizing her tonight.

{Fiona pulls Ciara off and rams her back first into the ring apron and then rolls her into the ring. Fiona covers.

ONE!

TWO!!

Ciara kicks out!}

Vasco Dias: Ciara still in perfect control.

{Fiona pulls her up off the mat and throws her into the ropes and catches her with a scoop slam on the return. Fiona looks to lock her in the Chelsea Clutch, but Ciara quickly grabs the ropes before she can lock it in.}

Vasco Dias: Excellent ring awareness!

{Fiona is up and stomps her several times as Ciara rolls out onto the apron again. Fiona reaches over and grabs her by the shoulder and starts to pull her up to her feet but Ciara hits a European uppercut and then drops Fiona throat first across the top rope. Fiona stumbles and staggers as Ciara runs into the ring and hits a BROKEN HYMN! Ciara goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH- FIONA KICKS OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Fiona barely got the shoulder up in time.

Terri Morasco: It was close, Ciara almost put this match away.

{Ciara pulls Fiona up to her feet. Fiona tries to counter with a European uppercut of her own, but Ciara gets out of the way. Her opponent off balance, Ciara sharply kicks at Fiona’s knees as the Belfast Bombshell struggles to get away, bringing Fiona to her knees. Fire in her eyes, Ciara swoops in for the kill.}

Vasco Dias: Fiona’d better get out of there!

Terri Morasco: She doesn’t have anywhere to go!

{Ciara stomps the back of Fiona’s ankle to prevent her from getting to the ropes before dragging her up by the throat. She spits in Fiona’s face, laughs, and then nails Fiona hard with the KILBURN HIGH! Ciara goes for the pin!}

Vasco Dias: It’s all over!

{ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner… CIARA O’CONNOR!

{Ciara stands up with a smirk on her face as Run For Your Life by K. Flay plays over the sound system.}

Vasco Dias: Ciara picks up a win for the Best Friends Club!

Terri Morasco: A dominant display that reminds us that Ciara is a force to be reckoned with, despite taking the pin in the Iron Maiden.

Vasco Dias: Lucky for us, it looks like we’ll be seeing a LOT more of the Best Friends Club, and I for one couldn’t be happier!

{Ciara looks down on Fiona with a scoff as we head to commercial.}


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

The Bourbon Street Saints run afoul of future World Cup opponents, Dean Harper and Ulf Hednir 

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{The camera comes on to Nate and Nick standing around backstage near catering.}

Nick Hunter: How can you be worried?

Nate Harris: Because I have brains.

Nick Hunter: Hurtful. Listen, maybe people used to have to worry about Harper or Hednir but lately? Winning matches, sure, but ain’t no one’s been taken to the hospital. No one’s been kidnapped. We’re good. Hell, safe as houses.

Nate Harris: Houses get broken into and set on fire.

Nick Hunter: Listen, you really that worried? Nah. Not even a concern. We can kick their ass.

{The camera pans to Ulf and Dean standing not too far behind them. It’s clear Ulf is trying to keep a brawl from breaking out by saying something quietly to Dean.}

Nate Harris: You seem confident about that.

Nick Hunter: Bro, I dropped Warren Kane on his fucking head. If I can take him out the whole pack ain’t an issue.

{Dean moves past Ulf and hits Nick with a DANCE THE SPIRAL, knocking Nick down to the floor. Before things can get out of hand Security who were in Catering come forward and separate the two teams.}

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SINGLES MATCH

Redcap vs. Xavier Cross

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Vasco Dias: “Next up tonight on our Open Fight tradition, is Xavier Cross looking to beat some sense into the Poetic Punisher, Red Cap.”

Terri Morasco: “After that tense interview, and being made to look like a fool by Red Cap, Xavier Cross must still be steaming.”

Vasco Dias: “In a short time, Red Cap has proven himself to not only be athletic, but he is already in the head of Xavier Cross.”

Terri Morasco: “Let’s send it to Alison Valance, who’s standing in the ring ready to introduce the first competitor.”

{The lights grow a little brighter, as the intro to 'X Gon Give it to Ya' by DMX begins to play on the loudspeakers, out from the behind the curtain slowly walks to the stage, rotating his shoulders a bit, a smirk on his face as he throws his hands up to the cheers of the crowd, pushing his hood back, glancing around the arena hand over his brow to block out some of the light. }

Alison Valance: "Standing at six feet three inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds....he hails from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Lexington, Virginia....he is Xavier.....CROOOOOOOSSSSSS..."

{Throwing his fist in the air, a series of flames lights up the sides of the entrance ramp down to the ring as he charges forward running down the ramp, sliding into the ring through the bottom rope, glancing around a bit, he tosses his jacket off, before making his way to hard camera ropes, putting one foot on the middle rope lifting himself up throwing up a single fist in the air, as the fire slowly goes on the entrance ramp, but the four turnbuckles send a series of fire pyrotechnics into the air. Walking back, he reaches for a microphone from one of the stage hands. Looking around a moment, he leans against the ring ropes looking towards the hard camera.}

Xavier Cross: “My name is….”

IWF Galaxy: “XAVIER CROSS!”

Xavier Cross: “And last week, this whole, Poetic Punisher, wants to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong, he wants to crash my interviews, he wants to quote poetry, he wants to speak in riddles. Well guess what Rookie, after last week, you got my attention. I wanted to fight you, test you...but now, all I want to do is beat that arrogance out of you.”

{He pauses for a moment, nodding his head a bit.}

Xavier Cross: “You see, you’re the new guy around here. Sure you got the raw talent, you got this strange charisma, you’re gonna go far. But there is something called respect, and respect is something earned. You want to make a name off my legacy kid, why don’t you make your way down there and earn it.”

{Cross drops the microphone, pointing at the stage area. “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane hits the speakers as the lights begin to flicker. After a few moments into the song, Red Cap hasn’t appeared behind the curtain. We see Xavier Cross move across the ring, pointing up towards the Imperia-Tron. A spotlight hits it, as we see Red Cap casually sitting on top of the tron, no clue how long he’s been there. Clapping his hands a bit the music slowly begins to fade out as he pulls a microphone out from beside him.}

Red Cap: “Prometheus...are you trying to fire me up? Are you trying to get a rise out of the new guy? You want to ignite my soul, but all you want to do is keep running that...hole…”

{He claps his hands together as he grabs onto the metal rails of the top of the Imperia-Tron, as ‘White Rabbit’ by Jefferson Airplane begins to play again as the lights flicker, and eventually go off. The lights come back on as Red Cap is standing directly in front of Xavier Cross in the center of the ring, tilting his head, studying Xavier.}

Alison Valance: “Hailing from Arca-”

{She’s stopped by Xavier Cross, who holds up his hand, she hands him her microphone and exits the ring. Red Cap slowly takes his jacket off, tossing it over the top rope.}

Xavier Cross: “Who the hell do you think you are Rookie?”

{Red Cap snatches the microphone from Xavier.}

Red Cap: “I’m me of course…”

{Cross looks furious as he swings wildly at Red Cap who ducks, giving Cross quick kick right in the back sending him stumbling into the corner. The referee, Jonathan Briggs calls for the bell, starting the match. Cross turns around as Red Cap charges forward. Cross rolls out of the way, but Red Cap just casually runs up to the top turnbuckle, as he walks the ropes keeping his eyes locked on Cross who is sitting on the mat looking up at Red Cap, getting more and more annoyed. Leaping to his feet, Cross charges the ropes looking to knock Cap down, but Red Cap leaps over Xavier landing on his feet in the center of the ring. But Cross is ready, using his momentum to rebound off the ropes catching Red Cap with a vicious clothesline, turning the young man inside out. Cross slaps his hands against the mat, as he turns around seeing Red Cap rolling over, adjusting his mask.}

Vasco Dias: “After some impressive avoidances and show of athleticism, Red Cap finally eats a move in his Imperial career, as Cross nails a huge clothesline.”

Terri Morasco: “Can we address the fact that Red Cap hasn’t been hit once in his career thus far?”

Vasco Dias: “Xavier Cross looks to fix that right here, tonight.”

{Cross reaches over, grabbing Red by the back of the head lifting him to his feet. But Cap is ready, sending a hard knee into the gut of Xavier Cross, followed by a clubbing blow to the back of Xavier Cross. Charging to the ring ropes, Red Cap hits a hard charging drop kick to the chest of Xavier Cross ending him flying backwards nearly through the ropes. Cap slowly rolls to his own feet, glancing around nodding his head. Cross grabs at the ropes, pulling himself into the corner as Red Cap moves forward, putting a foot into the throat of Xavier Cross, holding it in, postering a bit before stomping away. Briggs gets in between the men and begins counting at Red Cap.}

John Briggs: “1….2…..3…...4….”

{Cap backs off a bit, as Xavier clutches at his chest grabbing onto the ropes, lifting himself up. Red Cap grabs Xavier’s arm, throwing a hard irish whip into the opposite corner. Cross slams into the turnbuckle, as he’s flipped up and over onto the ring apron. Red Cap charges forward, looking to knock Cross off the apron. But Cross catches him with a stiff forearm shot, staggering Red Cap right there. Grabbing onto Red Cap, Cross lifts Red Cap up, stalling a bit with Red Cap up in a suplex before both men go backwards crashing onto the floor below. Briggs quickly slides out of the ring, checking on both men, before returning to the ring to start the count.}

Vasco Dias: “Jesus Christ, the impact of both men hitting the floor echoed through the sold out Thomas and Mack Center, right here in Paradise, Nevada!”

Terri Morasco: “It looked like Red Cap was about to keep on his roll, but Xavier Cross was ready enough, and then pulled out a desperation move that hurt him just as much as Red Cap!”

Vasco Dias: “Briggs has started his count, can either man get back to their feet?!”

John Briggs: “1….2…..3”

{Red Cap grabs onto the barricade, leaning his shoulder against it as he clutches at his lower back. Cross has grabbed onto the ring apron, trying to pull himself up. Both men stagger to their feet, as the stumble forward and being to exchange rights and lefts in front of the sold out crowd.}

Vasco Dias: “Neither man is paying attention to the count!”

Terri Morasco: “It’s still early in Brigg’s count!”

John Briggs: “.....4…...5….”

{Cross ducks a punch and runs towards the ring looking to slide in, but Red Cap shoves him forward into the ring apron. Cross staggers around, holding his shoulder as Red Cap chops Xavier across the chest, leaving a bright red mark. Cross throws a headbutt which causes Red Cap to stagger back, but the mask of Red Cap seems to have done more damage that Cross anticipated as he holds his head.”}

John Briggs: “....6…..7…...8…”

{Hearing the count, Red Cap looks up as he rushes towards the ring, but Cross catches him, lifting him up as the two men go barrelling through the barricade into the timekeepers area as the barricade explodes and both men go crashing.}

Vasco Dias: “Mamma Mia! Xavier Cross just made a all pro tackle on Red Cap, but both men are down!”

Terri Morasco: “Look! Cross is stirring!”

John Briggs: “...9….”

{Cross goes to rush towards the ring, but Red Cap grabs him by the foot.}

John Briggs: “10!”

{Briggs motions for the bell, as Alison Valance has moved out of the carnage…}

Alison Valance: “Ladies and Gentlemen, due to count out, this match has been declared...A Draw!”

{Cross looks furious, grabbing his hair as he leans down to take his frustration out on Red Cap. But suddenly the lights go out, and after a moment come back on as Red Cap is sitting casually on the turnbuckle inside the ring. Cross slowly turns around looking a bit shocked.}

Vasco Dias: “Red Cap is anywhere and everywhere…”

{Red Cap slowly claps his hands, as the lights go out once more and he’s gone. Leaving a steaming Xavier Cross who kicks a steel chair as he makes his way up the ramp.}


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Match followup

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{We see Willy Carter waiting backstage, clutching a microphone, as a sweaty and angry Xavier Cross stomps through gorilla position, as makes his way towards Willy, before Willy can ask a question. Xavier grabs the microphone.}

Xavier Cross: “Enough tricks, Red Cap, if you can hear me!”

{He pauses a moment, glancing around, looking up towards the ceiling, as he moves off camera, we hear a trash can move as Cross walks back having searched for Red Cap.}

Xavier Cross: “Red Cap, you got off easy. I recommend you stay out of my way!”

{Handing Willy the microphone back, he storms off looking pissed.}

Willy Carter: “Strong words from Xavier Cross, I’d hate to be stuck in traffic with that guy….oh...my…”

{We see Willy looked shocked as Red Cap slowly steps out of the shadows, shaking his head.}

Willy Carter: “Red Cap...a word? What do you think of Xavier Cross?”

{Red Cap pauses for a moment, before leaning into the microphone, like he’s about to make a declaration, before he looks into the camera, shrugging his shoulders as he walks off, disappearing in the shadows.}

Vasco Dias: “Red Cap has become the enigma of IWF, and has drawn the ire of veteran Xavier Cross.”

Terri Morasco: “This is far from over Vasco…”


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Blessings of the Father

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{Backstage in the dimly lit locker room of the Age of Gods we find Jayson Matthews looking into a mirror. He’s half dressed for his match with Nighthawk later tonight, both boots on but unlaced. There seems to be a certain amount of doubt in his eyes. Jayson reached to where his locket would have been and found only bare skin.}

Jayson Matthews: Dad…

{He groaned.}

Jayson Matthews: What do I do?

{He looked deep into his own eyes.}

Jayson Matthews: He commands me to mutilate my… My mentor… I don’t want to… But… A part of me does… A part of me wants to see his smug little face crushed into a bloody puddle…

{Tears well up in his eyes and he finally looks away, unable to stand the look of himself.}

Angel Blake: Why does this trouble you so?

Jayson Matthews: Lord?

{Jayson looked up right into the pale painted face of his Lord. Blake stood silently like a statute just a few inches from him.}

Jayson Matthews: I… I don’t…

Angel Blake: Yes. You do.

Jayson Matthews: He was… I’ve never really had a dad… Someone who believed in me… He was that… I know he’s just a teacher and it’s job but he was like a dad to me…

{Blake reaches out with his steely cold hand to lightly cup the face of Matthews.}

Angel Blake: But he is not your father.

Jayson Matthews: No!

{Jayson suddenly screams and pulls back.}

Jayson Matthews: I didn’t know my dad! All I had was a stupid picture and you took that! Like you took Nighthawk!

{Matthews pounds Angel on the chest hard, not even realizing what he’s doing.}

Jayson Matthews: You took everything!

{Matthews continues to pound on Blake who just stands there and takes it, only occasionally wincing.}

Jayson Matthews: WHY!?

{Finally he stops, both hands resting on Angel’s shoulders as the cold God simply stood there.}

Jayson Matthews: Why?

Angel Blake: I never mean to abandon you…

{Blake slowly raises his other hand and holds the locket out to Jayson who quickly scoops it up. Jayson looks at the photo for a long time before looking up at the solemn face of God.}

Angel Blake: Your mother… After I became what I was meant to be… She kept you from me.

Jayson Matthews: I-I don’t understand…

Angel Blake: Jayson.

{Angel gripped Matthews by both shoulders, his words coming as an icy whisper.}

Angel Blake: I am your father.

{Jayson is speechless, the tears still welling up, the two stand for several moments before Jayson finally melts into the granite body of his Lord. Slowly we focus in on the terrible grin of the face of God. Fade.}


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SINGLES MATCH

Jayson Mathews vs. Nighthawk

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Alison Valance: “This next contest is a special challenge match and is scheduled for one fall.”

{As the ring announcer moves to a neutral corner the lights in the sold-out arena dim for just a moment as the opening strains of "I Remember (Bakusho Sengen Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the sound speakers, as Nighthawk walks to the ring sadly shaking hands with the crowd as he does so. Walking into the ring slowly, exhaling as he would clearly rather be anywhere else, Nighthawk takes a slow deep breath before climbing into the ring and submitting himself to be checked out by the referee.}

{The drum fill kicks in the door and the guitar riff of 311’s Perfect Mistake starts blasting over the PA system.}

“Listen Up!”

{The arena lights start changing from orange to black on the beat and Jayson Matthews comes bouncing from behind the curtain and head banging to the riff. He jams to the verse as he starts to walk down the ramp, slapping fives with as many fans as he can on either side. }

This is the next stage, we turn the page
We're gonna wreck a place when we take the stage
Roll up your sleeves, get down with me
It's going off in the pit like you wouldn't believe

Allison Valance: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He is JAYSON MATTHEWS!

{Jayson stands at the end of the ramp and stares into the ring and he starts to bounce up and down and hypes himself up and as soon as the chorus hits he dives into the ring forward rolls onto his feet and runs over to the side opposite the ramp and leans over the ring. While the lights strobe orange and black.}

“Ohhhhhhhhhh
See in it my eyes
Hold it in my hands
All those days that you wasted away
There was no one to blame
It's a perfect mistake

{He hops up on the turnbuckle and raises his hand in victory with one arm and points to the crowd with his other hand. Thanking the fans for the cheers and displaying the title to the fans.}

Terri Morasco: “And this is a match Nighthawk quite obviously wants no part of. You can tell by the way he walked to the ring. This is not a match he is looking forward to. I think, if you could ask Nighthawk the match he wants, it would be a clean, classy, and clever European-style wrestling match. Because, for all his talent and skill, I don’t think he wants to turn this into a physical contest, Vasco. I don’t know if he’s going to have the killer instinct he needs to really hurt Jayson Matthews, Vasco, and he might just have to.”

Vasco Dias: “The other question, Terri, is Jayson Matthews. Other than an opening-round match in the Tag Team World Cup, where someone had the bright idea to put him in a match against the Age of Gods, this is the 1st singles match anyone will have ever seen him in since before the Roulette. How is his wind? Will he have the conditioning to go a long match if he has to? And does he want to hurt his mentor? This is a match with a ton of unanswered questions in it, Terri.”

{As the referee rings the bell to start the match Nighthawk takes one step out of the corner, handing his duster to a ringside attendant who brings it to the back, and implores Jayson Matthews to not go through with this and to “come back home”. Refusing to listen to his former trainer Jayson simply states that it is “god’s will” and moves to lock up with Nighthawk, who appears to have to made the decision to give Jayson what he wants before both men push against each other, finding themselves tied up in the ropes as the referee quickly sprints over to break the two men up and is finally able to do so after quite a decent bit of intercession on his part. Stretching out against the ropes, both men now approaching this contest with supreme seriousness, both men again lock up in the middle of the ring and again find themselves near the ropes where the referee moves in to separate them again which he finally gets after yet more negotiation. Taking a moment to think and work through what he wants to do next the “Wrestling Machine” finally moves back into the center of the ring and again goes for a lockup, this time using his quickness to step through and handcuff Jayson’s arms, before executing a perfect handcuffs armdrag right through into a seated wristlock as he now begins to slowly focus on attacking the arm. Keeping the arm immobilized by placing his knee directly in the shoulder joint Nighthawk slowly begins to bend the wrist back, only for Jayson to try and roll through into the wristlock only for Nighthawk to weave the wristlock into a cross-armbreaker which he can’t get fully extended before Jayson reaches the ropes as the “Man of 1000 Holds” moves back into the center of the ring.}

Terri Morasco: “Nighthawk is wrestling circles around Jayson Matthews right now, and I think that’s what he wanted.”

Vasco Dias: “I have to agree with you, Terri, and I don’t know if that’s what Jayson wants. He might want to make this into a fight, but I don’t know if Nighthawk is going to be able to.”

{Standing up carefully, his eyes locked on the left arm of his former mentor, Nighthawk raises his left arm above his head as if going for a knucklelock challenge which Jayson is only all too happy to accept only to see Nighthawk calmly weave his way through the knucklelock into a wristlock before weaving through that into a hammerlock which causes Jayson to quickly skitter back to the ropes to prevent the hammerlock being all the way applied. Letting go calmly when the rope break is enforced by the referee Nighthawk takes a moment and leans over the ropes to catch his breath, Jayson having rolled to the floor out of sight. Finally rolling back into the ring Nighthawk is stunned to see Jayson Matthews standing there with a chair and a blank expression on his face before obliterating his teacher with a massive chair shot in full view of the referee, who clearly has no choice but to call for a disqualification.}

Alison Valance: “The winner of the match, as a result of a disqualification, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”

Terri Morasco: “Say what you want to, Vasco, but Jayson Matthews snapped. There’s no other way around it.”

Vasco Dias: “Look at him in the ring right now, Terri. That state he was in right now is gone, and I think he’s almost on the verge of tears. I legitimately don’t believe he knew what he was doing.”

{As medics and security personnel come to take Nighthawk to the back, blood pouring down his face from a serious laceration on his forehead, Jayson weeps and begs for someone to help him before mournfully walking to the back in the other direction.}


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

Good Luck

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{The camera comes on to Dawn Halliwell standing backstage, waiting with headphones in her ears, budding her head to the music before bouncing forward, the camera pans slightly to show God and Spike walking down the hall.}

Dawn Halliwell: Hey, guys.

Spike Kane: Dawn. Everything alright?

Dawn Halliwell: Yeah, yeah, no everything is fine. I just… Wanted to wish you guys luck out there.

{God puts a hand on Dawn’s shoulder}

God: We will not need luck.

Dawn Halliwell: I know. You have it in the bag and all that shit. Just… wanted to say it.

{Spike smiles warmly at Dawn.}

Spike Kane: Thanks, Dawn.

Dawn Halliwell: No problem…Dad.

{Spike looks like he wants to say something but a backstage hand motions to them.}

God: There will be time to talk later.

Dawn Halliwell: Yeah. I’m here for you guys. No matter what, okay?

{Spike nods, squeezes her other shoulder before walking with God.}


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IWF TAG TEAM WORLD CUP ROUND 2

Jason Sandman/Pax Stormcrow vs. Age of Gods

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{The lights in the arena dim, and there is the sound of a powerup collected in an old video game system. At the sound, the crowd leap to their feet with cheers 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. Jason Sandman comes walking out behind pax as he jumps in place at the entrance ramp, before making his way down to the arena. Sandman follows him down slowly disgusted. Pax slaps hands with fans, especially taking the time to pay attention to a kid or two on the way down to the ring. Pax slides under the ropes and rolls to his feet, circling the ring as he shouts to the crowd with a giant smile on his face while Sandman rolls in under the bottom rope and stands behind Pax.}

Vasco Dias: Here we go, the final match in the second round of the tag team world cup!

Terri Morasco: Jason Sandman and Pax Stormcrow picked up an upset victory in the first round against the masters of 1000 holds but this time around…

Vasco Dias: They’re facing the Age of Gods, Terri and I think we all know how this is going to end.

{The lights go out as Necessary Evil by Motionless in White kicks in hard. Torches light up in the darkened arena as we see Angel Blake and Spike Kane standing on the center of the stage. Spike throws up the X and Angel does a Christ pose before the two of them step forward and begin to head toward the ring, an explosion of fire behind them. Spike rolls in under the bottom rope and sits cross legged in the ring, Angel comes up behind him, the two pose again before the music dies and the light returns.}

Terri Morasco: They truly are a hellish team.

Vasco Dias: You mean heavenly.

Terri Morasco: I mean the Age of Gods is scary.

{The referee calls for the bell and Pax is starting things off against Spike. The two meet in the center of the ring and Pax goes for tie up but Spike throws him off and clubs Pax hard over the back. Spike moves right in and looks for a rear waist lock take down but Pax manages to get his feet under him and reaches back for Kane with a snapmare! Spike tries to get right back up but Pax is there with an arm drag! Pax meets Spike with another armdrag as he stands! The two are up again but this time Spike backs off and smirks as Pax readies himself.}

Terri Morasco: Pax going right into his bag of tricks, I think he caught Spike off guard.

Vasco Dias: No one catches the God of Xtreme off guard.

{Spike moves around Pax now as the two side each other up. Spike reaches out for a test of strength, Pax reaches too. The two of them move closer and closer to each other until they lock hands but Spike throws a kick that Pax catches and turns right into a dragon screw and then looks for an ankle lock with a heel hook but Spike manages to crawl out of it before Pax can lock it in.}

Terri Morasco: Pax is out thinking Kane!

Vasco Dias: Pax is getting lucky and that is all.

{Spike is up and Pax is looking confident. Pax shoots in grabbing Kane with a waist lock,m Kane clubs Pax over the back but Stormcrow manages to throw Kane down with a belly to belly suplex. Spike tries to get right up but Pax is there with a school boy, Kane kicks right out and the two get back to their feet however Pax grabs Kane with a German suplex bridged into a pin. Kane kicks out at two.}

Vasco Dias: I’ve got to say I’m impressed with Pax’s showing so far.

Terri Morasco: He seems to know what Kane is going to do before he does it.

Vasco Dias: It definitely seems that way.

{Both men get to their feet and this time Pax ties Spike up, Stormcrow quickly looks for a side head lock but Spike picks Pax straight up and drops him on his back with his own modified German suplex! Pax tries to get right up but Kane is there with a running knee an then a devastating enzugiri that sends Pax into Angel’s corner. Blake watches as Kane comes in with a big splash and tags in Angel. Spike and Angel pull Pax out of the corner and hoist him up for a two man flap jack!}

Vasco Dias: Nice double team by the Age of Gods!

Terri Morasco: Considering they have a match at night of the immortals for the world title coming up they are working very well together.

Vasco Dias: Because their heads are in the same place.

{Pax gets up to a knee but Angel hits a hard shin kick to the chest of Stormcrow, then another and another and another until a nasty welt starts to form. Blake bounces off the ropes and comes back with a running knee to the side of Pax’s head. Angel slowly drops down for a lazy cover as he locks eyes with Sandman. It’s a quick kick out at two but Blake doesn’t seem to care as he pulls Pax up to his feet. Stormcrow suddenly comes back to life with a bit knife edge chop and grabs Blake for a overhead release belly to belly suplex!}

Terri Morasco: That’s Pax’s chance! If he can just make the tag!

Vasco Dias: He’s got a small window here!

{Pax moves toward Sandman but Spike comes in from behind with a crushing Bloody Sunday kick to the back of Pax’s head. The referee gets in Spike’s face as Angel stands up, taking Pax by the head and standing him up. Angel makes the sign of the crowd before hitting a rapid fire combo of rights and lefts that culminates with the spinning backfist! Blake then sends Pax into the Age of Gods corner, he runs in with the knee, Spike tags and both Kane and Blake run Pax out of the corner with a Heaven’s Fury bulldog!}

Vasco Dias: Again the team work coming into play!

Terri Morasco: The Age of Gods are on another level right now!

Vasco Dias: Pax is showing a glimmer of greatness but it’s not enough in this darkness!

{Spike rolls Pax over to cover again but Pax kicks out at two. Spike pulls Pax up and begins to lightly slap him in the face while talking some trash. Pax seems out of it as Spike hits him over and over again. Suddenly Pax comes to life with two hard elbow shots and spins Spike around into a release version of the PEACE OUT!}

Terri Morasco: This is Pax’s chance to make a tag!

{Pax starts to crawl to his corner, Angel watches with a smirk as Spike comes back to him. Pax jumps up and leaps at Sandman making the tag! Spike tags Angel back in! Jason and Sandman rush right at each other. Angel ducks the clothes line attempt and Jason turns into the GENOCIDE KICK!!!}

Vasco Dias: GENOCIDE KICK!

{Spike comes roaring across the ring with a Bloody Sunday kick for Pax who goes flying off the apron! Angel throws Sandman into Spike who picks him up in the electric chair position. Angel climbs to the top rope as Spike faces him. Angel jumps off grabbing Sandman for a reverse bull dog as Spike drops onto his back the two of them driving Sandman hard into the mat!!!}

Vasco Dias: They call that move the FINAL TESTAMENT!!!!

{Angel covers Sandman as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!}

Terri Morasco: The Age of Gods move to the semi finals where they will take on CaBerto.

Vasco Dias: The World Cup just got interesting.

{Angel and Spike stand up as the lights dim, ready for the next challenge.}


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VIDEO SEGMENT

Broken Limbs and Broken Chains

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“The light you think you bring will be destroyed.”

{Images of a fire starting on the outside of a small house.}

“The light inside you will be destroyed.”

{An image of a door opening on it’s open as the fire crawls through.}

“All that you are will be destroyed. Devoured.”

{There is a living room with a crib inside as the flames grow.}

“Watch your legacy turn to ash, leaving you alone - howling and blind in the darkness.”

{Fire slowly going up a wall where the current IWF champions are in frames photographs.}

“You are tainted. The stain will never wash out your failures.”

{As the flames eats away at God’s image.}

“You are all tainted, broken little toys.”

{A complicated family tree drawn into the walls of a house with the flame licking its way up the wall.}

“You have grown bold, but you will be set right. Nothing will be as it was - A million hands clawing at a million eyes to tear away what they have seen in the Abyss.”

{The camera zooms in on a picture of Spike Kane with a odd over exposed shadow behind him.}

“Sons of God and Daughters of men with child.”

{The wall bursts into flames.}

“One life ended, and one life made whole.”

{The camera pans to the burning crib.}

“Another seal is broken. Only one remains.”

{The camera seems to causally walk out of the house as the whole building bursts into flames.}

“I am coming.”


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SINGLES MATCH

Kimberly Williams vs. Brooklyn Maddox

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Allison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

Terri Morasco: Tonight’s match will be an interesting one. The Women’s world title holder against a new comer in Kimberly Williams.

Vasco Dias: If it were me, I would have kept my maiden name.

Terri Morasco: Don’t start Vasco.

“La La-La-La La La-La”

{begins to play throughout the arena as the lights fade to black.}

“Bitch, I’m about to blow up!”

{Spotlights flood the stage and Brooklyn saunters out from behind the curtain; her hat pulled low over her face, both hands gripping the brim. With a confident swagger, she steps to the top of the ramp and lifts her head up, a cocky smirk on her face – acknowledging the fans with a wink.}

Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and twelve pounds, The Women’s World Title Champion … BROOKLYN … MAAAAADROX!

{Brooklyn reaches ringside and makes her way up the steps, wiping her feet on the apron before stepping through the ropes and spinning her way, arms outstretched, to the center of the ring. She pulls her hat off and whips it into the crowd before backing herself into the corner to stretch against the ropes.}

Terri Morasco: Brooklyn looks ready to go. She said she took up the open challenge to give Kimberly the chance she never had.

Vasco Dias: I’m not saying I like where she ended up but you have to admit the hard road did end up working out for her, didn’t it?

Terri Morasco: But it was a lonely road to get there.

Allison Valance: Making her way down to the ring, from Angel Grove, California, weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds…. KIMBERLY HART WILLIAMS!

{Go Go Power Rangers begins to blast across the speakers, but Kimberly does not appear at the top of the ramp.}

Terri Morasco: What? Where is Kimberly?

Vasco Dias: Maybe she tripped over some boxes?

{The ref looks at Brooklyn who shrugs. The ref looks at the timekeeper who sounds the bell.}

Vasco Dias: Ref ringing the bell. Bold choice.

Terri Morasco: I can’t believe she’s missing her debut match.

{Brooklyn leans casually against the ropes as the Ref starts counting

1

2

3

4

5

6

7

8

9

10!

The ref shrugs.}

Terri Morasco: Wow

Alison Valance: Winner by count out…BROOKLYN MADDOX!

Vasco Dias: I mean, I’m surprised but not by much.

{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 the pace. Dawn steps out from backstage followed by Spike, smiling manically and rocking out to the music. She points to the crowd and then points to Brooklyn. She has a mic in her hand.}

Terri Morasco: Oh no. This can’t be good. Dawn has been known to start some pretty intense fights with what she says on twitter.

Vasco Dias: Maybe this match will get a fight after all.

Dawn Halliwell: Way to go, Brooklyn. You won a match where the other person didn’t bother to show up. You must be so proud of yourself. I can’t imagine what could have happened to her. Did you need your cult members to take her out before coming down to the ring?

{Brooklyn grabs the mic out of Alison’s hand.}

Brooklyn Maddox: I offered her an opportunity. She wasted it, that’s on her. We had nothing to do with it.

{Dawn climbs into the rings with Spike behind her.}

Dawn Halliwell: Admit you can’t handle a real fight. You need them to protect you. Why don’t we save everyone some time and you just hand over your belt here and now?

Brooklyn Maddox: That’s rich coming from someone who needs her Daddy to stand up for her.

{Dawn and Brook move close enough that their noses are touching, seemingly daring the other one to hit first}

Vasco Dias: Are we going to get a preview to this match before Night of the Immortals?

{Cut to The Pack coming out onto the ramp, cut back to the ring where the ladies are trading blows but it’s unclear who threw the first punch.}

Vasco Dias: Boo! Let them fight!

Terri Morasco: This does not look good.

{Spike moves to just outside the ring, keeping an eye on The Pack as the two women continue to fight in the middle. Security is stopped at the top of the ramp unsure what to do. Dean smirks at Spike as he enters the ring, Spike follows, and grabs Dawn before Dean can get to her.}

Terri Morasco: Spike and Dawn are outnumbered here.

Vasco Dias: Spike could take all of them out if he wanted.

{Dean stops Brooklyn before she can follow Dawn, indicating they head backstage with his head.}

Vasco Dias: Wonder what Dean has planned…

Terri Morasco: Guess we will find out next after this commercial break.


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IN-RING SEGMENT

Alexis and Helena are asked how they feel about facing each other to get to the match at NOTI for the Open Weight (interview)

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{The camera comes back from the commercial break with Alexis Caffery and Helena Sawyer sitting in two director style chairs with their names written on the back of them. Standing in the ring, slightly back is Jess Fowler with a clipboard and some papers on it.}

Terri Morasco: If you’ve just come back to us, we have the two number one contenders for the Open Weight Championship in the ring.

Vasco Dias: Which is funny when you consider the match coming later tonight.

{Jess Fowler walks forward.}

Jess Fowler: As you two are aware, you will be facing each other next week for the chance to have a match at Night of the Immortals for the Open Weight belt. How do you feel about that?

Alexis Caffery: I was under the impression it was to face Vivienne Rodgers? To be the number one contender?

{Jess fowler smiles.}

Jess Fowler: It was but as the Open Weight Championship does still have the requirement to be defended at least twice month certain things needed to be addressed first. It’s a chance for Night of The Immortals. Enjoy it.

Helena Sawyer: So next week we get to fight it out and fight whoever the champion is at that point?

Jess Fowler: Indeed.

{Helena laughs.}

Helena Sawyer: Easy pickings.

{Alexis glares at Helena}

Alexis Caffery: As the one who will be fighting in that match at Night of the Immortals, I believe that’s my line.

Helena Sawyer: We’ll see…

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SINGLES MATCH

TAIPEI DEATH MATCH

Dean Harper vs. James Gilmore

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Alison Valance: The following contest is a TAIPEI DEATH MATCH! Introducing first, from Corpus Christi Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds… JAMES GILMORE!

{Judas Priest's "Screaming for Vengeance" 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.}

Terri Morasco: It’s still strange seeing him so reserved after everything he does on social media.

Vasco Dias: Don’t let him hear you, Vasco! The last thing we need is to have his entrance mixed with a political speech!

Alison Valance: And his opponent…

{The lights go out as the melodic opening of The Howling by Within Temptation begins to play. After a few moments a single white spotlight shines down on the stage, showing Dean crouched on the stage, looking down at the ground with his hood concealing his face. A hooded woman, slightly shorter than he is, walks beside him in lockstep. 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.}

Alison Valance: From Sioux Falls, South Dakota, weighing in at 200 pounds… Representing The Pack: DEAN HARPER!

Terri Morasco: Who is that with him? That’s not Rowan, Brooklyn or Max…

Vasco Dias: I think her name is Sara? She’s a member of the cult that’s been hanging around Dean a lot lately backstage.

{Both men are called from the ring down to ringside, where they are brought before two large buckets. With a savage grin, Dean goes first – dipping his fists first into one bucket filled with glue, and a second bucket filled with shards of broken glass. He does not break eye contact with Gilmore while he does so, nor does he break eye contact as Gilmore follows suit. The two men are then checked by attendants with powered fans that are used to rapidly cool and set the glue while also making sure that the glass stays in place. Once the attendants are satisfied that both men are properly “armed”, the gesture for the two men to re-enter the ring.

Finally, with both men in their corners, the cage descends around the ring. The two men watch in silence as the referees check to make sure that it is secure before signaling for the bell.}

DING!

{As the bell rings, Dean spreads his arms wide and slowly walks towards Gilmore, mouthing off and clearly daring him to take the first shot. Gilmore doesn’t hesitate, eagerly taking his shot and clocking Dean hard across the jaw, shards of glass leaving long, bloody scratches. Dean seems almost pleasantly surprised that Gilmore attacked so readily, eyes widening as he grins, tongue eagerly leaping to his lips to taste his own blood. He turns back to Gilmore and smirks wide, blood still staining his teeth red as he slowly nods and steps forward. Gilmore retreats, suddenly seeming to regret every decision that’s led up to this point in his life.}

Vasco Dias: Oh no, we’ve seen that look before!

Terri Morasco: As soon as Dean Harper tastes blood, something dark awakens inside him, and we’re seeing him go to that place bright and early. Gilmore should have tried to wear him down first!

{Dean explodes into action, kicking off his offense with a running kneelift into a hangman’s neckbreaker. He rolls through the offense as Gilmore goes down to his knee, bouncing off the ropes as he then flies into a running double knee strike that takes Gilmore hard to the mat. Dean immediately mounts up, straddling Gilmore and raining glass-covered punches to the downed opponent, laughing like a maniac as Gilmore throws his arms over his face to defend himself. Even then, the sharp shards of glass leave deep lacerations in James’ forearms, sending flecks of blood around the ring – and on Dean’s face – as Harper unleashes strike after raking strike.}

Terri Morasco: This is inhumane.

Vasco Dias: Harper is absolutely unhinged! He’s pounding on Gilmore like he’s making sausage!

{With a defiant shout, Gilmore kicks Dean off of him and quickly rolls away, leaving drops of blood behind him from his slashed arms. He looks at the damage and simply nods, gritting his teeth through the pain and accepting that no severe damage was done – no slashed arteries, only flesh wounds that are going to sting something fierce when the adrenaline wears off. Dean is still laughing as he circles Gilmore, eyes seeming to gleam oddly in the light. Gilmore shouts angrily and flies into action, dropping low under Dean’s counter to try to slash into Dean’s legs. Fortunately for Harper, the denim of his jeans – worn instead of tights, proves too thick for the glass to cut through, giving him just enough armor to shrug off the strike. Gilmore doesn’t flinch, however, and turns on his heel to let his momentum take him back-first into the ropes. Dean whirls to face Gilmore, just in time to meet James flying into him with a Spear! Dean goes down, and Gilmore begins his own flurry of mounted punches into Dean’s unprotected face. The laughing continues through the onslaught before Dean clocks Gilmore in the face, knocking the One-Eyed Dreamer off of him.}

Terri Morasco: Dean just let Gilmore let loose on his face?

Vasco Dias: It’s The Pack’s whole philosophy of pain, Terri. He endured more suffering to get the opening for his own counter-offense. We’ll see if Harper pays for it in the long run.

Terri Morasco: …Does Harper every pay for ANYTHING in the long run?

{Dean and Gilmore get to their feet at around the same time, squaring off against one another and circling slowly, both of them bleeding heavily. Dean moves forwards first after licking his teeth, laughter intensifying as he goes for a Slingblade – but Gilmore slides under, evading the attack by a fraction of an inch before flipping up into the REVERSE BLAST! He goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

Dean kicks out!}

Vasco Dias: Gilmore trying to put it away early, but no success!

{Dean crouches and quickly skirts around into Gilmore’s blind side, lashing out with his sharpened fist to leave a harsh gash in the soft tissue of Gilmore’s abdomen under the ribcage. Gilmore winces and seizes up slightly from the pain, which gives Dean the opening to kick James hard in the back, forcing him against the cage wall. Dean follows rapidly, sliding under Gilmore’s reach and grabbing him by the hair, dragging his face down into the top rope – right along the eyes! Gilmore yelps in pain, hands instinctively going to his face, only to be quickly snatched away before he does more damage with his own glass. Dean sees his moment as Gilmore forces his hands away from his face, using the opening in James’ defenses to deliver a heavy, solid punch DIRECTLY to Gilmore’s left eye! James screams in pain as blood gushes from the strike, pouring over his eye and leaving him blind. James desperately tries to wipe the blood away with his forearms, but those are too bloody from earlier in the match that it only seems to make matters worse.}

Terri Morasco: Oh god. Oh god, Gilmore can’t see.

Vasco Dias: He’s completely defenseless!

{Gilmore lashes blindly around him, trying to land a strike on Harper, but Dean simply circles like a hungry predator, chuckling madly as he torments his blind opponent. Unable to see, mouth full of the taste of his own blood, and hounded by a madman, Gilmore begins to panic, freaking out and running blindly away from where he thinks Dean is. Dean lunges after him, slicing the back of Gilmore’s leg along the hamstring to send him sprawling to the floor. Gilmore screams again, now in terror as well as pain. Dean laughs as he takes a few more cheap shots at his opponent until Gilmore is curled into a panicked ball on the ground. With one more peal of laughter, Dean turns around and climbs up the cage.}

Terri Morasco: Looks like Dean’s going to try winning by escape? Doesn’t seem his style…

Vasco Dias: It isn’t. Dios this is going to hurt.

{Sure enough, when Harper reaches the top of the cage he stops, standing above the ring with his arms spread wide, eyes shining in the light. He draws his hand over his neck in a slitting motion before pointing down at Gilmore… before flying into a SCREAMING FROM THE SKY FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! With the extra room, Harper adjusts in midair so that his glass-covered fist is trained right at Gilmore’s gut…}

Vasco Dias: … He’s not going to survive.

Terri Morasco: DEATH MATCH ISN’T LITERAL!

{He lands, fists-first into Gilmore, rolling through and ripping his glassy gauntlets through Gilmore’s abdomen, leaving huge open wounds in his side. Dean rolls back over, bending over Gilmore as he spasms in agony… and leans down to lap the blood out of Gilmore’s savaged eye. Grinning like a psychopath, Dean finally goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner… DEAN HARPER!!!

{The Howling by Within Temptation plays as Dean leans back, arms spread wide as he soaks in the response from the crowd as the cage rises. Medics race to Gilmore’s side, desperately trying to stop the blood loss while checking for organ damage. Yulia Malakova rushes from the back, tears flowing from her eyes as she tries to run to Gilmore’s side…}

Vasco Dias: That was one of the most bloody displays of violence I’ve ever seen in an IWF ring.

Terri Morasco: It was sickening. I’m deeply worried for Gilmore’s –

Vasco Dias: Terri, look!

{Just before Yulia is able to get into the ring, Sara Otis, the woman who entered the ring with Dean, leaps on her and begins pummeling her with a rock that she had hidden under her robes. Dean laughs as he watches Gilmore twitch upwards, blindly trying to find the source of the familiar screams.}

James Gilmore: Yulia? YULIA?!

{With one last sickening crack, Sara slams the rock into Malakova’s head, knocking her out cold. With a grin at Dean, she slings Yulia over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and rushes out of the ring before security can even arrive. Dean laughs as he stands over Gilmore, leaning down towards him.}

Dean Harper: I hope you paid attention the last time you saw her, James… because you’ll NEVER see her again. Don’t worry. I think she’ll make a good Thrall. And while you're sitting here, knowing what's happening to her? Remember...

{Dean presses a finger against Gilmore's forehead.}

Dean Harper: You asked for this.

{Dean laughs and vaults over the top rope as Gilmore struggles and fails to get to his feet, unable to move much through pain and blood loss. He simply lies there, surrounded by medics, tears at last beginning to wash the blood from his one good eye.}

James Gilmore: Yulia?? Yulia??! YULIAAAAA!!!


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

BFC attacks continue until morale improves

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{The camera comes on to Ciara sitting on a bench in front of a poster of a poster for Night of the Immortals as she flips through a book. Crystal walks over and Charity enters holding a few iced coffees.}

Crystal Hilton: what are you two doing?

Charity Crowne: Welcome the newest member of the division like you told us.

{Charity passes the iced coffee to Ciara who takes it and moves over so Charity can sit. Crystal looks around.}

Crystal Hilton: Where?

{Ciara stands up and peels back the poster to reveal a door, a muffled sound of someone struggling is heard until Ciara puts the poster back up.}

Ciara O’Connor: Saves time, yeah?

{Crystal stares as Ciara goes back to her book and Charity plays on her phone.}

Crystal Hilton: That’s genius.

Ciara O’Connor: Simple really. They had extra posters and I know how to take door handles out.

Crystal Hilton: How long has she been in there? Won’t they come looking for her?

Ciara O’Connor: Charity put her name on the outside of the janitor closet. So they will just not in the right spot.

Charity Crowne: Why anyone would think Kimberly Williams would get her own dressing room I have no idea.

{The Three laugh loudly.}

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SINGLES MATCH - IWF OPEN WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

Vivienne Rodgers (C) vs. Charity Crowne

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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for One Fall for the OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.

"Pop pop!"

{The clapping synth intro of "Popular" by The Veronicas plays over the PA, and Charity Crowne walks out onto the stage followed by Crystal Hilton and Ciara O’Connor, rolling her eyes and striking a brief pose at the top of the ramp.}


Alison Valance: From Kensington, London, England, weighing 130 pounds…CHARITY CROWNE


{She smirks, rolling her wrist, and struts down the ramp, dismissing fans if they reach over the barricade. Ciara and Crystal follow behind as Charity hooks the ring post with a hand, walking around to the side of the ring, and plants a hand on the ring apron, jumping and swinging herself under the bottom rope. She back-rolls to her feet in the middle of the ring, posing again, and casually walks to a corner. She wraps her hand around the top rope, casually yanking on it a few times as she waits and the music fades.}

Terri Morasco: This is the third or fourth time Charity Crowne and Vivienne Rodgers have faced each other.

Vasco Dias: Charity Crowne deserves this belt. She has worked too hard to be ignored!

Terri Morasco: I don’t believe anyone is ignoring her.

{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.}

Alison Valance: From Madison, Wisconsin weighing in on 140 pounds…. VIVIENNE RODGERS!

{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. She takes to the center of the ring as the chorus plays, raising her fists into the air before Vivienne settles into her corner.}

Terri Morasco: It’ll be interesting to see how this match plays out for the two women. Charity brought Vivienne’s ex-manager out here.

Vasco Dias: And why shouldn’t she? Ciara is part of the Best Friends Club. Why wouldn’t she ensure they are there with her?

{Both Charity and Viv stand in the ring waiting for the bell to ring. Viv is stretching while Charity is talking to Crystal and Ciara.}

Terri Morasco: You have to give Charity credit for using the phycological game here.

Vasco Dias: You really going to assume that’s Charity’s angle? Maybe she just wanted to finish a conversation that she was having backstage?

{Crystal and Ciara look over across the ring at where Vivienne is and laugh.}

Terri Morasco: Like why they locked Kimberly Williams in a closet?

Vasco Dias: I’m sure she’s fine.

{The bell rings. The first to move is Charity, she grabs Vivienne by the hair and into a Hair pull backbreaker dropping Viv to the mat. Crystal and Ciara cheer from the sidelines.}

Vasco Dias: Nice strong opening from Charity.

Terri Morasco: she really isn’t wasting time.

{Charity waits until Viv stands up and then hits her with a Reverse roundhouse kick causing Viv to hit the mat again. Charity backs off and smirks before hitting Viv with a Snap DDT. Ciara and Crystal golf clap.}

Vasco Dias: Destroy her!

Terri Morasco: It’s clear Charity isn’t giving Vivienne anytime to build momentum here.

{Charity goes for the pin with her cheering section on the sidelines.

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Vasco Dias: HOW? How is this happening?

Terri Morasco: It’s possible the knowledge of Charity being involved in what ripped apart her friendship might be motivating her here.

Vasco Dias: Spite is not that great a motivator.

{Charity rolls off Viv but pulls Viv up to her feet Viv catches her by the throat and choke-slams her into the mat. Crystal and Ciara boo loudly.}

Terri Morasco: Some real anger here from Vivienne.

Vasco Dias: Leave Charity alone!

{Charity backs away on her back. Crystal starts making a scene on the outside of the ring, the ref turns to her to get her to calm down. Ciara leaps into the ring and hits Viv with a BROKEN HYMN while the ref is distracted. Ciara turns to the crowd, bowing with boos raining down from the crowd and a “FUCK YOU CIARA” chant.}

Terri Morasco: I wish I could say I was surprised by this turn of events

Vasco Dias: that was glorious.

Terri Morasco: How can you continue to cheer the death of friendship?

Vasco Dias: But did you see how Ciara kicked her? It was great!

{Charity stands up with a smirk brushing Ciara away, so the other girl slips out of the ring before the Ref turns around. Charity goes for the pin with her foot pressed on Viv’s chest with laughs from Crystal and Ciara.
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Terri Morasco: Vivienne continues to keep getting back up.

Vasco Dias: just stay down Rodgers!

{Viv sits up on the mat, glaring daggers at the other girl. Viv jumps to her feet and grabs Charity before she can get a chance to get away, powerbombs her once, twice. Crystal and Ciara boo loudly.}

Terri Morasco: Vivienne is getting going here.

{While Viv makes it a SLUMBER PARTY, Crystal looks to Ciara, who nods.}

Terri Morasco: Oh I don’t like this…

Vasco Dias: Its team work. Wonderful beautiful team work.

{Ciara cups her hands around her mouth shouting “HIT HER IN HER BIG FUCKING NOSE CHARITY”. Crystal laughs loudly.}

Vasco Dias: It’s about time that Ciara really helped with the team effort here.

Terri Morasco: She cheated.

Vasco Dias: Don’t be bitter, Terri.

{Viv lets go of Charity immediately and looks at Ciara, clearly hurt. Charity groggily rolls, shaking her head before noticing Viv is distracted. Crystal and Ciara continue laughing.}

Terri Morasco: Vivienne is letting herself be pulled into Ciara’s clear attempt to distract her.

Vasco Dias: a good plan. It’s how she’s gotten victories over Charity before.

{Charity hits Viv with Russian legsweep, floating for a pin. With cheers from the sideline of the BFC.

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Terri Morasco: Close call there…

{Charity gets Viv up and nails a Don't Cha that tosses her into the turnbuckle. Ciara and Crystal cheer.}

Terri Morasco: Ow.

Vasco Dias: YES! Knock her out. She can’t kick out if you knock her out.

{With a laugh, Charity drags Viv’s body from the turnbuckle and pins Viv’s prone form.

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Vasco Dias: NO! HOW much more can Vivienne take before just giving up here?!

Terri Morasco: I have no idea…

{Charity steps back going for a Reverse roundhouse kick but Viv manages to block it but elbows hard into Charity’s knee. Crystal boos loudly.}

Vasco Dias: Boo! Boo! She can’t do that! Those legs are a national treasure. A treasure I tell you!

{As Charity tries to get her leg free but Viv pulls her leg over her shoulder, causing Charity to fall back, traps Charity’s legs and arms as she stands.  Viv steps back spins once and RAISE YOUR GLASS, bridging into a pin.

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Which is met with cheers and encouragement from Crystal and Ciara.}

Terri Morasco: That was close.

Vasco Dias: you’re doing great, Charity. Keep fighting!

{Viv doesn’t give Charity a moment to recover before picking her up for a belly to back suplex. Viv adjusts her hold and hits Charity with a powerbomb, chaining it into a Slumber party ignoring the yelling from the BFC.}

Terri Morasco: We might be coming to an end here folks.

Vasco Dias: No! Let her go! Let her go!

{Viv hits Charity with a TIK TOK, going for the pin even as Crystal and Ciara try to get in the ring...

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DING DING

Ciara and Crystal get in the ring too late but both do leg drops on her back.}

Terri Morasco: She did it! She won!

Vasco Dias: Don’t sound so happy, Terri. It’s not like she’s in the clear. This belt belongs to Charity Crowne. She’ll get it sooner or later.

Alison Valance: And your winner-- VIVIENNE RODGERS

{As “Confident” blares, The ref gets the two BFC away from Viv long enough to stand up. Viv releases Charity and sits up brushing her hair out of her face. Viv barely takes a moment to acknowledge she won the match, looking over to the sidelines where Ciara and Crystal are, clearly keeping an eye on them as she is handed her belt and makes her way out.}

Vasco Dias: A little paranoid there, Rodgers.

{Ciara checks on Charity while Crystal yells things at Vivienne.}

Terri Morasco: If you’d been attacked by Charity or her people after every match you were in with them you would too.


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VIDEO SEGMENT

HYPE package for Night of the Immortals 

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{The video package opens on the IWF logo as the opening chords of The Devil and The Huntsman plays, before the scene shifts to crowds of people cheering, holding signs, and walking into a packed arena.}

Roberto Verona: You’ve come from all around the world, all walks of life, all in search of that feeling. That emotion. That one thing that takes your breath away – that leaves an impression that lasts forever. The time has come once again to gather and bear witness… to a night that will be, forever… Immortal.

{The video shows clips of previous years’ Joker in the Pack matches, highlighting particularly exciting moments.}

Warren Kane: Joker in the Pack is… an ordeal.

{Clips of Banana Sandwiches winning in 2016.}

Jayson Matthews: Nothing can really prepare you for it… but winning it?

{Clips of Devlin Raine reaching the top of the ladder to win in 2017.}

Devlin Raine: Moments like that can define your career.

{The scenes shift to the announcement of the newly-rebranded Extreme Championship.}

James Michael Nash: You want to talk Extreme?

{The image shows a clip from Legacy, with Caleb Lockwood’s return to the IWF by ambushing The Council with Dean Harper. A series of clips show from Caleb’s ensuing matches, his most insane spots, mixed with shots of him perching on a cement slab grinning down at a camera. This culminates with the clip of Caleb Lockwood winning it from Spike Kane at the Roulette.}

James Michael Nash: Caleb Lockwood… redefines Extreme.

{Shots of Caleb retaining against three challengers at once.}

James Michael Nash: We don’t even know who he’s going to be facing at Night of the Immortals, and I think it’s because people are afraid of him… and honestly? Who can blame them. In order to defeat that savage beast of a man… you’ll need to push yourself harder than ever before. I look forward to seeing who’s up to the task.

{The clips then shift to shots of Nighthawk and Jayson Matthews working together, laughing together…}

Rob Diamond: Its rare in this line of business to find a friendship that really lasts.

{Clips of Jayson attacking Nighthawk and joining the Age of Gods as Nighthawk watches in horror.}

Cable Arcane: When friends turn on one another… those are the matches that get the most intense. Because then, it’s not just business. It’s personal.

{The clips turn to the two of them standing against one another, trading blows, fighting harder and harder, throwing themselves at one another with increasing ferocity. Recordings of the two men’s words play over the clips.}

Nighthawk: “I’m going to get my friend back.”

Jayson Matthews: “I offer you up to the Lord as a Sacrifice. A Sacrifice to show him what I’m willing to do for him. And I won’t stop until your bleeding and lying in front of his feet. And there will be nothing to stop me.”

Nighthawk: “Goodnight, Jayson. May sleep give you the courage to go on.”

Jayson Matthews: “SAVE ME!”

{The package cuts to black.}

Pandora Freeman: But we all know… it’s not just the Men who are the Problem here.

{Clips continue of Jess Fowler re-branding the Shieldmaiden into the Openweight Championship, held by Vivienne Rodgers after winning it from Rayne.}

Jess Fowler: They say that nice girls finish last.

{Clips of Vivienne retaining against Alexis Caffrey, Charity Crowne, Crysyal and Fiona, each time smiling and standing tall as she holds the title aloft.}

Jess Fowler: But nothing’s stopped her yet.

{The clips shift to Alexis Caffrey and Helena Sawyer in some of their most intense matches, their most decisive victories.}

Jess Fowler: Night of the Immortals is going to be her hardest fight yet. Will it be the Hall of Famer coming back for a second shot, looking for redemption? Or the uncaged, untamed lunatic who was last year’s Heiress to the Throne?

{A clip of Helena and Alexis charging at one another as Vivienne watches on.}

Jess Fowler: It’s… it’s going to be unlike anything you’ve ever seen…

Bob Pooler: Anything you’ve ever seen…

Mike Laszlo: …ANYTHING YOU’VE EVER SEEN!

{The clips flicker out before cutting to an Image of Mike Laszlo, grinning at the camera.}

Mike Laszlo: Don’t forget, Pooler – I’m the best in the damn world.

Bob Pooler: Citation needed.

{The video package returns, showing clips of the feud between these two men – from when they first shared a ring to when it exploded when Mike abandoned Bob in the ring in the Tag Tournament.}

Cristiano Tapia: This match… is more than just a battle for the Strong Style Championship.

{Flashes of the victories they’ve had over one another.}

Cristiano Tapia: This match is a WAR. A war between two men who want to destroy one another.

{Clips of Mike and Bob both seething with anger.}

Cristiano Tapia: I almost think they’ve forgotten there’s a title on the line. They just want to hurt each other.

{A slow motion shot of the two of them about to clash… but at the last minute shifts to The Bourbon Street Saints running into a hug after their win in last week’s Last Chance Tag match.}

Rob Diamond: I love tag teams. I know, the InFamous guy loves tags, shocker.

{Clips of The Bourbon Street Saints’ match against Laszlo and Pooler.}

Rob Diamond: And in shows like this… it’s hard not to root for the underdogs. These two joined the IWF as a tag team, but got knocked our of the tournament early. But now? Now they’re back, and hungry, and rolling with one hell of a fire under their ass. But if they’re gonna make it to Night of the Immortals…

{Shots of Dean and Ulf standing side by side in the ring, glaring at one another with mistrust.}

Rob Diamond: … The ultimate ultraviolent odd couple.

{A series of clips plays, a mix of shots of Dean and Ulf at one another’s throats sprinkled in with shots of them dominating the Tag Team Tournament.}

Rob Diamond: I don’t think anyone expected them to come this far without murdering one another.

{Clips of their victories together against all comers – The Pack, and their most recent victory against Bob and Mike.}

Rob Diamond: It’s going to be one hell of a ride to see what wins – precision, practiced teamwork… or chaotic brutality personified and unleashed. And whoever wins?

{Clips cut to Cable Arcane and Roberto Verona sitting in a board room.}

Rob Diamond: Well, either they'll have to fight the guys who cut their checks, a pair of Hall of Famers and legends ten times over... Or...

{The package cuts to black, and the music briefly stops.}

Rob Diamond: Well… shit. This year, Night of the Immortals got literal.

{The video and music returns, with God and Spike Kane standing together over a prone Andrew Jacobsen.}

Spike Kane: WE! ARE!

God: THE! AGE!

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

{The clips shift to the Age of Gods dominating everyone in their path with savage, ruthless abandon.}

Andrew Jacobsen: Spike Kane and Angel Blake working together…

{Angel and Spike securing win after win on their own.}

Astrid Hall: Alone they’re powerful, but united?

Xavier Cross: They’re putting a boot on the throat of this company and pressing down until we stop twitching.

Rob Diamond: One of these teams is going to have a chance to topple them at Night of the Immortals, but… I dunno man. They’re the Immortals, now. It’s literally their night. And they’re not alone… the Age of Gods is growing…

{The scenes fade slowly… then come back into focus with Spike and God standing in the ring with Dawn Halliwell.}

Riley Gordon: The 2018 Iron Maiden.

{Clips from Dark Reign, and Dawn pinning Ciara O’Connor after landing the Thunderstruck.}

Riley Gordon: The daughter of Spike Kane.

Dawn Halliwell: I am the daughter of the Blood God, so all I have left to say is this:

Dawn and Spike: ALL! BLOODY! HAIL!

Riley Gordon: I don’t think anyone saw her coming.

{Clips of Dawn’s debut, her loss to Natasha, her mauling at the hands of Rowan MacDonnough.}

Riley Gordon: She has this… I don’t know. An intensity. And with the Age of Gods at her back… there’s few factions I can think of who could stand up to them…

{The clips rapidly shift through all of Dawn’s recent wins, her cocky smile… before being cut off by a cut to black and the sound of Brooklyn Madrox’s laughter.}

Riley Gordon: But among those few?

{Clips from Brooklyn Madrox’s fight with Shea O’Hara at Metamorphosis, culminating with her landing the BAMF for the victory.}

Riley Gordon: Another one who came out of nowhere, exploding out of obscurity with a new family at her side…

{Clips of Brooklyn standing with The Pack, fighting alongside them in brawl after brawl as they pick the bones of their victims.}

Riley Gordon: Thanks in part to Brooklyn, they’ve never been without a championship belt. Never. Not since they were formed. Nobody took her seriously, and then she just started… winning…

{Clips of Brooklyn retaining at High Stakes.}

Riley Gordon: … and winning…

{Clips of Brooklyn breaking Astrid’s collarbone at Dark Reign.}

Riley Gordon: The Pack Vs. The Age of Gods at Night of the Immortals. This… this feels biblical. Biblic-bib-b-b-b

{Riley’s last word sputters out and echoes hauntingly as the video package seems to glitch, before cutting again to black… before out of the shadows…}

"One Seal Remains."

{Clips of every elimination secured by Spike Kane during the Roulette.}

"One… Final… Moment."

{The clip of Spike Kane winning, and earning his shot at the World Championship at Night of the Immortals.}

"It begins again as it began before… with a betrayal between Father and Favorite Son."

{A slow shot of both Spike Kane and God, looking at one another.}

Spike Kane: God...

God: Saint Michael...

"It is not a question of whether one will turn against the other…"

{Spike Kane looking at God as he holds aloft the title.}

"It is a question of when… and a question of who."

{The Age of Gods standing together, with Spike glancing at the title on God’s waist. Another shot of Spike being pinned by Dean Harper, and God watching on from afar with a blank expression.}

"It is only a matter of time… and when it happens… when the final seal breaks…"

{Spike and God staring one another down as the sign for Night of the Immortals hangs over them…}

"Nothing will ever be the same again."



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IWF STRONG STYLE CHAMPIONSHIP

Mike Laszlo vs. Bob Pooler (C)

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Terri Morasco: Well, Vas, this is the title match that everyone, it seems, knew was coming sooner or later.

Vasco Dias: Anybody with more eyes than James Gilmore could have called this one a mile away.

Terri Morasco: That’s a little uncalled for.

Vasco Dias: And yet that didn’t stop me.

{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to an abundance of cheers from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, Alexis by his side holding his other hand.}

Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds…MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO!

{The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of cheers. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a sly grin on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match.}

Vasco Dias: I don’t know what I’m rooting for more here.

Terri Morasco: What? Don’t you mean who?

Vasco Dias: No, I hate ‘em both equally. I just don’t know if I’d rather see Laszlo lose a title shot or Pooler lose a title … to Laszlo!

Terri Morasco: There is just something wrong with you.

Vasco Dias: Too bad there isn’t a way to get both …

{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 pauses at the top of the ramp, the lights slowly fading back up as he stands there smiling holding the Strong Style Championship over his left shoulder, while a microphone suddenly appears in his right}

Terri Morasco: Something’s up here, Vasco.

{The camera pans back to Pooler who stands there soaking in the cheers as Laszlo crosses the ring to the near set of ropes and leans forward onto them.}

Bob Pooler: Hey, Mike.

{Pooler grins down at Laszlo who stands up straight again, his arms spread wide.}

Bob Pooler: Yeah, yeah, I get it – what’s up, eh? Well see, I’ve had some time to think about last week and something just doesn’t sit right with me.

{The fans boo at the mention of the previous week}

Terri Morasco: Last week, Mike Laszlo turned his back on his partner in the Tag Team World Cup abandoning his partner mid-match and, eventually, leading to the pair being eliminated from the tournament.

Vasco Dias: I haven’t seen a plot twist like that since … well, we all knew it’d happen sooner or later so I guess it wasn’t a plot twist. It’s sure was funny to watch though!

{Pooler adjusts the title on his shoulder before pointing nonchalantly down to the ring}

Bob Pooler: You knew that you were high up on the list of guys to get a shot at this title. You knew that your turn was coming, but you still just couldn’t wait? Actions speak louder than words, Mike. Last week your actions spoke volumes to your character.

{Laszlo grins in the ring for a moment before dismissively waving Pooler off}

Bob Pooler: If you wanted a shot at the Strong Style title, Mike, all you had to do was ask for one. Instead you sabotaged our team – and we had a pretty good shot at winning that World Cup.

{There’s a smattering of applause as Laszlo continues to laugh at Pooler}

Bob Pooler: You just couldn’t wait to make your intentions known; so, champion’s prerogative, Mike … as much as I love you all, I don’t feel like wrestling tonight so I’mma just go ahead and take a page out of your book, Mike.

{Pooler lowers the microphone and takes a step backwards as the camera pans down the ramp to the ring where an irate Mike Laszlo is shaking his head and hollering up the ramp at Pooler.}

Terri Morasco: Wow, Strong Style Champion, Bob Pooler is getting his revenge, as it were, on Mike Laszlo for his actions last week. He’s calling off their match tonight, Vasco!

Vasco Dias: Option three, Terri! I just found option three! Do you see that vein in Laszlo’s forehead? He’s going to have a stroke in that ring!

{The camera switches once more to the ring as a seething Laszlo continues to shake his head and mouth curses at Pooler as the image switches to the champion at the top of the ramp, title held high in the air as the Sacrifice logo appears on the screen before everything fades to black.}