IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice - September 3rd 2018

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice 
Monday, September 3rd, 2018

Rimrock Auto Arena, Billings, Montana

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:
Nighthawk vs. Gen. Eric

SEGMENT
Hope addresses Maxine and what happened at Legacy.

SINGLES MATCH:
Amber Cooke vs Domi Natrix

SEGMENT
Gilmore interviewed about the fatal four way

SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews v Jason Sandman 

SEGMENT
Mike interviewed about the fatal four way

SINGLES MATCH
Kate Steele v Rowan MacDonnough

SEGMENT:
Crowning of the Heir to the Throne

TAG TEAM
Tent Helms & Xavier Cross v Warren Kane & Dean Harper

SEGMENT
A Request from Widows

SINGLES MATCH
Andrew Jacobsen v The Oracle

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice 
Monday, September 3rd, 2018

Rimrock Auto Arena, Billings, Montana


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IN-RING SEGMENT
A Message

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{After the beginning of the show where the graphic for IWF and Sacrifice is played we join The commentary table.}

Terri Morasco: Welcome to IWF presents Monday Night Sacrifice!

Vasco Dias: We will be joining Roberto Verona live in his limo on the way to the arena.

{The camera changes from the announce tables to Verona sitting in his limo, drinking from a water bottle.}

Roberto Verona: I made the IWF Galaxy a promise. I made the men and women in the back a promise. Regardless of how Legacy ended, I made a promise I would be taking back control of the Imperial Wrestling Federation.

{Roberto takes a sip of water.}

Roberto Verona: And all that starts tonight.

{Roberto give the camera a hard stare.}

Roberto Verona: This chaos will not go on a second longer. All. This. Ends.

{Bright headlights are seen in the rear view window behind Roberto making him a silhouette.}

Roberto Verona: As soon as I get to the arena, things are going to be changing.

{The headlights seem to change lanes and Roberto is back in focus.}

Roberto Verona: The first thing I am going to do is—

{there is a sudden CRASH sound and the camera seems to fly across the limo. The feed cuts in and out. It is hard to make out. There is a flash of Roberto’s bloody face. Glass on the roof of the limo. A face in a Baby Doll mask and the feed ends cutting back to the announcers.}

Terri Morasco: I…Uh…

{Terri looks at Vasco who looks back to her.}

Terri Morasco: We seem to have lost the signal. We will….update you as soon as we know what is going on.

Vasco Dias: Until then…

{Vasco puts a hand up to his ear as if listening to an earpiece.}

Vasco Dias: The four Division heads advised the show will continue as planned.

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SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs. Gen. Eric

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{Nighthawk goes after General Eric hard and fast. He puts the twists to Gen Eric. Nighthawk hits him with an ORANGE CRUSH and wins the match}

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
An update

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{the camera goes back to the commentary table where Vasco has a box of tissue and Terri looks somber.}

Vasco Dias: Thank you for joining us on Monday night sacrifice. We have been informed to report Roberto Verona is still missing…

Terri Morasco: We will update you with any other news we hear.

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IN-RING SEGMENT
Crowning of the Heir to the Throne

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Vasco Dias: “This has been a week in the making, and now we finally get to hear from our new, Heir to the Throne, 2018!”

Terri Morasco: “And tonight, he will be in action, teaming with Spike Kane version two, taking on The Pack, Men’s World Imperial Champion, Dean Harper, and The Prince of Xtreme himself, Warren Kane.”

Vasco Dias: “Lot of variables going into that match tonight, but first we will hear from Xavier Cross...”

{‘X Gon Give It To Ya’ hits the loudspeakers, as Xavier Cross pops out from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the stage, putting his hand over his brow, blocking out the bright lights for a moment so he can get a clear view of the entire stadium. A smile crosses his face, as throws his arm up in the air, and with that motion, the entire crowd leaps to their feet, with a roar. Nodding his head, a smile still etched on his face, Xavier makes his way down the ramp. His hands held out as the fans are the barricades reach out touching them, high fiving him, you know the typical sorts. He gets to the ring steps, before charging up to the apron, leaping over the top rope as he climbs the turnbuckle, throwing his hands up, as the fans again roar in cheers for him. Leaping down, Xavier reaches over the top rope and is handed a microphone.}

Xavier Cross: “Billings, Montana. If you want to see me whip Dean Harper’s ass, and win that World Title, make some fucking noise!”

{Throwing his hand into the air, the microphone clutched tightly in it. And the crowd does just that, the IWF Galaxy makes some fucking noise.}

Xavier Cross: “If you want to see me kick the ever loving shit out of him, and leave The Pack for a My Chemical Romance reunion, make some fucking noise!”


{A little confused at the dated reference, but nevertheless, they make some fucking noise.}

Xavier Cross: “I have to say, becoming Heir to the Throne, it was something I never thought I’d have a chance to do. But what I am glad, is that I’m back in the good ol’ US-of-A, because sweet merciful Jesus, Canada is weird. But now, our great northern brother holds a dear spot of my heart. It’s where I was able to achieve, taking the next step in my career. To define my legacy. To restore the fire that is lacking in the hearts of the Imperial business.”

{He leans on the ring rope, looking at the hard camera.}

Xavier Cross: “As proud as I am, to be 2018, Heir to the Throne, I realize that it’s only the first step. The next step is Dean Harper, and dismantling The Pack. Unless you’ve been living under a rock the last few months. There’s a war going on in IWF, The Pack versus the Age of Gods. The fact is, this business is caught in the middle, there are just people here trying to compete that are getting caught up in this ridiculous nonsense. Team Free Will in the house!”

{Raising a single fist, he smiles in the microphone.}

Xavier Cross: “And with my win at Legacy, it’s another step forward to ending this ridiculous turf war. Because slice it the way you want, these people are here to be entertained, not caught up in semantics or beliefs, good and evil, who can wear eyeliner shittier Rowan or Angel. I mean c’m-”

{‘Our Truth’ by Lacuna Coil hits the loudspeakers, and a deafening mixed reaction of cheers and jeers explode from the sold-out Rimrock Auto Arena. Skipping the theatrics of their normal entrance, Rowan and Dean make their way out onto the stage, as Dean has the World Title slung over his shoulder. Rowan a microphone tight in her hand, with a simple glance from Dean, and a nod from Rowan, the two centerpieces of The Pack make their way down the ramp. The music slowly dies down, as both Rowan and Dean enter the ring. Xavier and Dean quickly make their way to the center of the ring, nose to nose.}

Rowan MacDonnough: “As many times as my Most Loyal squashes you, I am truly coming to grasps that you are in fact, a cockroach. I would say I could admire someone who as many times has fallen down, would stand back up. But at this point, your words are trivial and childish, and your actions are just a desperate man clinging and swinging to a false hope.”

Xavier Cross: “Dean, your breath smells fantastic, so I’m assuming all this shit I’m hearing and smelling is coming from…”

{Xavier turns and points at Rowan, as Dean with a slightly annoyed look like the kinda school teacher gets having to deal with a class clown, as he steps in front of Xavier’s finger.}

Rowan MacDonnough: “I think spending so much time on the preshow panel with Trent Helms is rubbing off on you. I will not be censored by some idiotic contract. I am The Wolf of The Abyss. You all will bow to me, or be broken….except you Xavier...at Extreme Endurance, Dean Harper will finally put you in your place...six feet under…”

{Xavier tilts his head a bit, looking at Rowan, just over Dean’s shoulder, before glancing at Dean.}

Xavier Cross: “You know, I’m sure you can put that mouth to better use than-”

{Dean snatches the microphone out of Xavier’s hand.}

Dean Harper: “Enough of your mouth Xavier...if you really think that these idiotic jokes and adolescent insults will be enough to beat me? Then, sweetheart, I will break you, once and for all.”

{Raising a brow, Xavier leans forward.}

Xavier Cross: “And if you think that all I’m bringing to the table is this, then you’re going to be walking out of The Pepsi Center very disappointed and missing about thirty pounds of gold...But this kind of brings back memories doesn’t it?”

{Xavier steps back, motioning at the tech crew, as a microphone gets tossed in the air as he catches it.}

Xavier Cross: “Remember the good ol’ days Rowan? When Dean was just a no-name giving me death glares, and you and I, we were just two evil masterminds wanting to burn things down…But look at our little Dean, he’s grown up so much...but let me let you in on a little secret Dean-O. I’m out here right now, having a good time, riding a wave, that was until you two had to parade out here, poop on the proverbial party. But I think what this sold-out crowd wants to see, is me starting this tag match up a little early, and kicking you and your little den mother out of this Imperial ring!”

{Xavier lowers the microphone as Dean and Cross get nose to nose again, it was like watching the fuse on a firecracker grow lower and lower.}

Rowan MacDonnough: “Listen Xavier Cross, you’re a fool if you think you’re going to throw Dean out of this ring, much less lay a finger on me. You know how the rules work around here, or I would have handled you ages ago…”

{Xavier smiles a bit.}

Xavier Cross: “I ain’t gonna hit no woman Ro’...but…”

{‘Confident’ by Demi Lovato hits the speakers, as the fans go absolutely fucking nuts at this point. Vivienne Rodgers steps out from behind the curtain, cracking her knuckles, and somehow the sold-out crowd gets even louder as she charges down the ring. Rowan is ready as the two begin to trade rights and lefts in the center of the ring. Xavier and Dean quickly step out of the way as the two goddesses in their own right go at it. The fans are split down the middle.}

50% of the IWF Galaxy: “RO-WAN! RO-WAN! RO-WAN!”

Other 50% of the IWF Galaxy: “Let’s go Vi-Vi-Enne! Let’s go Vi-Vi-Enne! Let’s go Vi-Vi-Enne!”

Terri Morasco: “This place is coming unglued and what many fans thought of as a fantasy matchup, Rowan and Vivienne are knocking each other senseless in the center of the ring.”

Vasco Dias: “Harper and Cross have the best seats in the house!”

{Dean and Xavier make eye contact, as they quickly grab their respected lady, pulling them apart. Vivienne spits a little blood out on the canvas, as Rowan smirks a bit as she rubs a bit of blood off her nose. Vivienne grabs the microphone from Cross.}

Vivienne Rodgers: “I’ll put my hands on you lady, you want to fight. Open Fight Night, next week. You and Dean vs Xavier and me!”

Vasco Dias: “Vivienne has thrown down the gauntlet!”

Terri Morasco: “But will the Pack accept.”

{Rowan just smiles, as she exits the ring with Dean, tapping the microphone to the side of her head as she stops.}

Rowan MacDonnough: “I accept...however, you may regret your decision…”

Vivienne Rodgers: “You know what, screw you, Rowan.”

{Xavier looks shocked as he steps in front of Vivienne trying to calm her down.}

Vasco Dias: “Sweet Vivienne Rodgers is looking for a fight tonight!”

Terri Morasco: “She’s had to deal with backstabbings and a lot of bolognas lately, you got to think she’s on edge.”

{Xavier is smiling ear to ear, as Vivienne tries to sneak past him as Rowan and Dean make their way to the top of the ramp, nodding their heads as Dean lifts the World Title up in the air, suddenly the lights shut off completely, and as they slowly rise to standard lighting, the two are gone, and Xavier and Vivienne are left standing in the ring.}

Xavier Cross: “I didn’t quite expect this to be the whole coronation, and my favorite lady here is playing booker, but I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate this than standing here in front of you people, with Vivienne Rodgers. So thank you all…”

{Xavier bows as ‘Confident’ hits the speakers once more, and the two exit, Xavier all smiles, shaking his head, as Vivienne is still fired up.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Amber Cooke vs Domi Natrix

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Terri Morasco: We still have no word about Roberto Verona’s whereabouts but onto our second match

Vasco Dias: Roberto Verona will likely show up soon. Just you wait, Terri.

Terri Morasco: I wouldn’t be so sure, Vasco.

Vasco Dias: Let me hold out some hope, you monster!

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

{the crowd repeats One Fall with Alison.}

Alison Valance: Already in the ring, Domi Natrix!

{Domi Natrix is standing in the ring, bouncing back and forth on her feet waiting.}

Vasco Dias: Domi has had a pretty active ring presence lately, I’ll give her that.

Terri Morasco: She has been a mainstay of IWF for a while now. She has her fair share of fans.

Alison Valance: On her way down to the ring, at 5’6’’ and weighing 135 pounds… AMBER COOKE!

{The guitars of "War Eternal" startup and the arena is bathed in lights for a minute before Amber comes stalking as the first main riff kicks in, walking at an almost blasting pace, ignoring the crowd as she goes, sliding under the bottom rope to climb a turnbuckle and start jawing to the assembled masses before hopping off and jawing to everyone else and taking her Jacket and dog tags off to hang on a corner. Before spinning to face her opponent.}

Vasco Dias: Amber is dedicated here. She made a splash at the short-lived Combat Wrestling and now has joined up with the Best Friend’s Club. Here for her first match!

Terri Morasco: She seems to be popular with the crowd here, that’s for certain.

{Amber gives Domi a hard look before the bell rings.}

Terri Morasco: Amber seems to have some real anger towards Domi here.

Vasco Dias: can you blame her? It’s not like Domi has done much to rise above her station. When you’ve fought to get to IWF like Amber Cooke has you tend to find people sitting on their ass to be insulting to your hard work.

{As soon as the bell rings, Amber rushed Domi. Amber hits Domi with a snapemare knocking the girl to the mat.}

Vasco Dias: Yes! Look at the form1 Look at the power!

Terri Morasco: She certainly is going all out here.

{With a shake of the head, Amber lifts her up into a backbreaker.}

Terri Morasco: Not even giving Domi a moment to recover…

Vasco Dias: Why should she?

{Amber puts Domi into an armbar as the other women struggles.}

Terri Morasco: Amber going for a submission on her first match, that’s interesting.

Vasco Dias: She has the power, the confidence, why not use it?

{Domi screams.}

Vasco Dias: There’s Domi being melodramatic.

Terri Morasco: That might actually hurt her a fair bit.

Vasco Dias: I thought she liked pain?

{With some struggling and flailing to try to get the rope but finding herself out of options, Domi starts tapping out. Amber twists the hold slightly causing Domi to scream louder.}

Vasco Dias: Amber makes an amazing addition to the BFC here.

Terri Morasco: You only say that because you are obsessed with Charity Crowne.

Alison Valance: And your winner by submission… AMBER COOKE!

{The ref finally convinces Amber to drop the hold standing up and raising her hand in the air as "War Eternal" plays loudly. The camera pans over the crowd holding signs like “BFC #Forever” and “#JusticeForCombat”}

Vasco Dias: A perfect victory for Amber Cooke.

Terri Morasco: Perfect is being a little extreme…


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Transfer of power

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{The camera peaks into the office where Roberto Verona’s name is on a desk and the four division heads are standing in the office, looking like they have been discussing things since Roberto was announced missing.}

James Michael Nash: A decision needs to be made.

Elaine Laskaris: What are we meant to do? Roberto has desaparecido!

Cristiano Tapia: Si, and Cable Arcane is out with a concussion.

Jess Fowler Regardless of his head injury he would be the person to contact about the current circumstances, don’t you agree?

James Michael Nash: He has a head injury! He can’t possibly be trusted to make the calls on the running of a company! That’s a legal liability of epic proportions.

Cristiano Tapia: Better idea?

Elaine Laskaris: The four of us could continue to lead?

Jess Fowler That’s a laugh. We can’t even agree on takeout orders and you expect the four of us to be making the calls together as a democracy? This company has always been run with an iron fist. The Locker room won’t accept anything less. That was made clear with this whole “Spike Kane” thing as well as the Steve Awesome situation.

James Michael Nash: …If it is our only option.

Elaine Laskaris: Apparently it is.

{ James Michael Nash shakes his head and types into a number on the phone and presses the speaker button.}

Cable Arcane: IWF Head office, Cable Arcane here…

James Michael Nash: Mr. Arcane, It’s James.

Cable Arcane:…Nash, hi, how can I help you?

James Michael Nash: We have a bit of a situation at the show at the moment…Roberto is missing as I’m sure you’re aware.

Cable Arcane: Yeah, yeah, I saw.

James Michael Nash: You are the next in line for command of the company, sir, but with your injury…

Cable Arcane: Yeah, can’t be trusted with that kind of power. I know.

James Michael Nash: We need you to elect a representative. Someone to run IWF until either you or Mr. Verona can return to active duty…

{the line is quiet for a long moment.}

Cable Arcane: It makes sense for it to be one of the Division Heads.

James Michael Nash: I thought so as well, I would be honored—

Cable Arcane: Fowler, you there?

Jess Fowler: Yes, Mr. Arcane.

Cable Arcane: Congratulations. You’re in charge.

Elaine Laskaris: ¡Debes estar jodidamente bromeando!

Cristiano Tapia: Fowler?!

James Michael Nash: Mr Arcane, surely you don’t mean that…

Cable Arcane: It’s my call. Puts in the long hours. Keys to the kingdom are all yours, Fowler. Try not to let the power get to your head.

Jess Fowler: Yes, sir.

{The phone goes dead and the other three division heads look to Jess Fowler who takes a moment.}

Jess Fowler: Right, then. The show must go on and all that. I expect everything to run as smooth as possible. You know what your jobs are?

{They reluctantly nod their heads.}

Jess Fowler: Fantastic. Off you go then. Quick like rabbits. We’ve got a lot of things to cover. Show's has been off the rails and we need to right the ship.

{the three leave the office and Jess looks at the main desk and walks behind it and sits down and lets out a deep breath.}

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IN-RING SEGMENT
Gilmore interviewed about the fatal four way

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{ We find James Gilmore in the ring with a stick in hand, posing to the crowd as the sounds of Judas Priest's "Screamin' for Vengeance" blast through the loudspeakers. }

James Gilmore: Well dudes and dudettes...it surely feels pretty good bein’ out here on a school night, right?! I mean, shoot...the mornin’ after Legacy, Terri Morasco gave me a call and asked whether she could come down to my Corpus Christi villa for an interview about that fatal four-way Mike Laszlo STOLE from me…

{ The fans boo Mike Laszlo's actions as James points on down to a smiling Terri Morasco at ringside. }

James Gilmore: ...and I told her that...ya know, I didn’t wanna make a ritual outta ya comin’ on down to my place for interviews, but instead...I figured I’d get in this very ring and talk about said foursome in FRONT of you, Terri, and the IWF Galaxy...in Billings, Montana!

{ The locals go wild for the cheap pop. }

James Gilmore: Now...I wanna pose a question to the kiddoes and high-schoolers who might be in this buildin’ tonight or watchin’ at home in spite of the fact that it just might be past their bedtime. How would ya feel...if you were doin’ good in school, workin’ your butt off so you can succeed--regardless of what grades ya get on paper, be it As or Cs--only to have somebody else step in front of you and STEAL the reward you were gonna get even though the dude that stole it never did his or her homework, always arrived tardy, never took the time to study or do the extra credit...and STILL show up to better your grades on the monthly exam!?! Huh, how would ya feel?!

{ Many of the younger students in the audience boo lustily, some holding up signages that say "DON'T GET MAD, GET EVEN!" among other things. }

James Gilmore: Now, to the wonderful teachers in Billings, Montana....how would ya feel if ya had a student waltz into your classroom without doin’ the homework, without studyin’ for the tests, without doin’ the extra credit to raise that C to a B or B to an A...and then moans, whines, and groans like a l’il bitty baby when another student has a better overall average than he does!?! And THEN...said bully wants to keep trollin’ his victim ‘til the latter LEAVES THE SCHOOL by force or free will!?!

{ The adults in the IWF Galaxy, some of whom are schoolteachers, erupt into a massive round of jeers themselves. }

James Gilmore: Totally uncool, right?!

{ The whole crowd's boos--from kids to grown-ups alike--get even louder as James shakes his head. }

James Gilmore: Ya see, Mike...these people know a thing of two about bogus folks like YOU, that wanna sit there and get in the way of those who’ve worked their butts off to get to where they’re at now in their lives! But they also know what it feels like...to get even with the big, bad wolves like yourself! Think about it, bubba…’cuz if ya had sat there and worked HALF as hard as I did durin’ these past two months, when Heir to the Throne was goin’ on, then...would ya be a two-time Heir winner?! Would ya be World champ right about now, huh!?! Or even if ya DIDN’T win the whole kahuna, you’d have probably earned yourself a nice ten-day Caribbean cruise with the people ya love the most for all the truckin’ and sloggin’ ya did, for a job well done!

{ The fans cheer as James nods his head. }

James Gilmore: But instead of takin’ the initiative and takin’ the challenge to the likes of a Dean Harper, Jayson Matthews, Bertie Verona, or Nighthawk...ya acted like a hermit and hid underneath a rock! Ya didn’t do the Open Fight Nights, much less make an effort to get booked every week! Ya thought ya could just half-ass things and coast on through the journey just ‘cuz ya were Heir and champ three years ago! The sad thing is, the only things I’ve heard comin’ outta your mouth ever since July have been nothin’ short of somethin’ like this…

{ James paused for a second, taking a deep breath before pounding his chest, puffing himself out, and... }

James Gilmore: “Wahhhhhh!!! Wahhhhhhh!!! WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! I’m Mike Laszlo! I’m so cursed! I’m offended that you, Gilmore, are a professional, everyday human bein’ that’s STILL employed by IWF! I want you FIIIIIIIIREEED!!! I want a Veruca Salt pity party ‘cuz you’re still around and I want it NOOOOOWWWWW!!!”

{ ...with each word, Gilmore strips off his suit, tie, EVERYTHING, until he's seen in a pair of black boxer briefs. The crowd is eating it up as he falls to the mat and pounds on his suit jacket with his fists and giving it some knee drops for good measure, simulating a petulant and bratty little kid that isn't getting his way at the local toy store! He then points to his clothes, which are strewn in a line on the deck, then gets back on the microphone. }

James Gilmore: And that, right there, makes me wanna PUKE!!!

{ We hear audio of Vasco Dias snorting through his headset as Terri Morasco laughs out loud. The fans in Billings are enjoying the moment as Gilmore poses to the crowd, still clad in nothing save for his boxers and white socks.}

James Gilmore: Well here’s a newsflash that will DEFINITELY give ya somethin’ to cry about, dude: I dunno whether your WIFE, who’s done a helluva lot more for IWF than you ever had, would agree with me or not, but that’s neither here or there. The thing is...I’m pretty darn sure that the IWF Galaxy would firmly agree with me that you ain’t got the right to blame your shortcomin’s on curses! You ain’t got the right to question NO ONE’S work ethic or their passion for this industry!! You ain’t got the right to tell ANOTHER HUMAN BEIN’ that they don’t belong in this business!!

{ The Islander alum points to his heart as the fans wildly approve. }

James Gilmore: So let’s face the music, Diet Alexis--you’re nothin’ more than a jealous...lazy...BUM! You took somethin’ that didn’t belong to ya even though I worked my butt off ten times HARDER than anything ya did in the past two months, and I think it's high tide and time to remedy that! Yet since the ol’ “loser gets fired” trope has been done to death in recent years, how ‘bout we spice things up a little while keepin’ a “back to school” theme, huh?! You and me, Extreme Endurance...in a good old-fashioned COLLEGE RUMBLE, where falls count anywhere on the campus of the University of Denver!! AND...and...

{ The crowd roars with approval over the unique concept. }

James Gilmore: The loser of the College Rumble will have to serve academic probation...in the form of losin’ control of their IWF contract to the victor for a 30-day period, and nothin’ would satisfy me more than seein’ YOU clean my villa from ceilin’ to floor, or wash my old-school 1982 Datsun with two coats of wax, or pickin’ up garbage from my private beach, for an entire month!

{ The Galaxy cheers once more at the prospect of Gilmore's biggest enemy being reduced to servitude for a month. }

James Gilmore: Think about it, Mike. Dismiss me, laugh at me, smirk at me, I don’t care, but do so at your own peril…’cuz when the goin’s all gone, a gnarly Wipeout will undoubtedly give ya somethin’ to pout about as I show you and the world what it truly means to...

Fans: RISE! TO!! GREATNESS!!!

{ "Screamin' for Vengeance" begins to play once more as James tosses the mike off to the side and heads backstage...but not before giving Terri Morasco a wink and a thumbs-up. }

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SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews v Jason Sandman

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Terri Morasco: So next up, we have a big clash of different styles and sizes, as Jayson Matthews takes on Jason Sandman.

Vasco Dias: Jason Sandman has been away for a little bit, since beating Xavier Cross before he went on a huge tear on his way to winning the Heir to The Throne.

Terri Morasco: Taking on a man, who pushed the Heir to the limit and beyond two weeks ago, in Jayson Matthews.

Vasco Dias: Jayson been sort of in a slump as of late, It seems that the lost to GOD deflated him just a bit.

Terri Morasco: He had a chance, not only as being the Heir, but a chance at a return bout against Angel Blake, but fell up short.

{Am I a Psycho comes on the speakers and as it begins Deal With It Bitch Productions Presents logo come on the Teletron. When the opening words are heard the name of Jason Sandman shows up on the teletron. Jason Sandman comes out of the entranceway and as he raises his singapore cane and a steel chair wrapped in barbwire in the air pyro shoots off. Jason Sandman runs down to the ring, throwing the cane and chair over before sliding under the ropes.}

Vasco Dias: Jason Sandman is a whole lot of man, or demon, or just pure unadulted carnage.

Terri Morasco: As you touched on, the last time we saw Jason, he defeated Xavier Cross, who went on to become Heir to the Throne, you would think if Jason wins here, he could have his name thrown into title consideration.

Vasco Dias: Dean Harper v. Sandman would be interesting.

Terri Morasco: No Faith in our Heir?

{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 headbanging 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

{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 holding out his arms. 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 holds out the both arms and points to the crowd with his other hand. Thanking the fans for the cheers!}

Terri Morasco: Jayson Matthews is looking to get back on his winning ways, He’s fell short the past two weeks, but he is more then capable.

Vasco Dias: Well he better watch out.

{Without Warning, Jason Sandman charges in without even letting the referee ring the bell, as he goes for a Big Boot, but Jason ducks under it and hits a dropkick to the knee, but it barely even causes Sandman to react, who grabs Jason immediately by the throat, and powers him into the corner, and begins to choke him, The referee is trying to get him off, but Jason just smirks and keeps his giant hands wrapped around the throat of Jayson knowing the bell hasn’t even rang yet.}

Terri Morasco: Sandman is as vicious as any Pack Member, and clearly bigger then pretty much all of them put together. But this isn’t fair, the bell hasn’t even rang yet.

Vasco Dias: I don’t condone it, but he can’t be punished.

{Jayson is hammering away at the arms of Sandman, and is trying his best to get that massive grip off his throat, but Sandman just laughs as he stands over the much smaller Jayson, who is beginning to turn blue, as the referee is trying to get him to release his grip as Jayson begins to go limp, before Sandman releases the grip, still holding a passed out Jayson Matthews up, before tossing him thru the middle rope to the floor as Sandman, taunts and gloats the crowd, as the official slides out of the ring to check on Jayson.}

Terri Morasco: If that is the shape Jayson is in, this match isn’t even going to get started.

Vasco Dias: I don’t think Sandman is done.

{Jayson despite being in great shape is winded and struggling to catch his breathe on the outside, but he is indeed breathing, as Jason slides out of the ring, and kicks the Steel Steps, as he dislodges them, before picking them up, the official comes over to put a stop to it, but Sandman pushes him to the side before picking up the Steel Steps, and comes charging in, but Jayson out of desperation hits a drop toe hold, causing Sandman to fall forward right into the steel steps!}

Vasco Dias: Jayson using that technical skill to good use.

Terri Morasco: But I think it has only pissed off Sandman.

{Sandman is hurting, but aware as he isn’t happy, as Jayson slides into the ring, before hitting the ropes, coming back and diving thru the middle rope, hitting a Suicide Dive, that connects, as Jason Sandman stumbles backwards, over the steel steps, and hitting the back of his head on the announce table, as Jayson slides back into the ring, and climbs to turnbuckle to cheers.}

Vasco Dias: Jayson Matthews is using Jason Sandman own taste of violence against him.

Terri Morasco: He pushed Angel Blake, and Sandman despite being much bigger, is very similar in how much he loves to inflict punishment.

Vasco Dias: What in the world? Sandman is up and extremely angered, He’s been dropped face first into steel steps, and hit the back of his head against the announce table and he isn’t even slowing down.

{Sandman slides back in the ring, as officially this match is now under way, Jayson comes charging in with a dropkick, that catches Sandman in the chest, but has very little if any effect, Matthews drops down and goes for the leg, trying to get the big man off his base, but Sandman just kicks him off. Jayson charges in, but is lifted high into the air, as Sandman Press Slams Matthews over his head, before showing he is going to throw him into the fifth row.}

Terri Morasco: Well it seems according to Jason Sandman, tonight might be, Take Jayson Matthews home night.

Vasco Dias: That might be the best case scenario for Matthews, the other is a body bag.

{Matthews manages to fight out of it, as he falls behind Sandman and waist locks him, he tries to take him over with a German Suplex, but Sandman just laughs, and hits a big back elbow, that makes Jayson fall hard to the mat, He barely has time to recover before Sandman turns him inside out with the Lariat, as Matthews lies motionless on the ground, as Sandman lets out a roar to a series of Jeers from the crowd, as the crowd is clearing behind Jayson.}

Vasco Dias: That Lariat might of put Matthews in the body bag I just mentioned.

Terri Morasco: This crowd is trying to get Jayson in the fight, but Jason Sandman appears to be too much of a man for Jayson to handle.

{Sandman roars once again, as he looks down as Jayson who is trying to get up, as Sandman yells, I’m going to put you down for good, as he hits the ropes lifting his foot up and coming down with Daddy’s Dental Work, but the stomp misses as Jayson rolls out of the way, before hitting a Chop Block to the back of Sandman knee, which manages to get him down to one knee, as Jayson hits the ropes, as Sandman stands, and leaps up and nails the RibKracker! But Sandman stands straight up, but in severe pain clutching his ribs}

Terri Morasco: Jayson hits the RibKracker which has put away many men, and Sandman stood straight up, and didn’t even leave his feet.

Vasco Dias: It might of not of gotten Sandman off his feet, but it’s done damage.

{Sandman is clutching his ribs, as despite how tough he is, It did hurt, as Jayson hits the ropes, and hits the Jayson Matthews Experience, right to the forehead, but Sandman is still up, but falls backwards hitting the ropes, stumbling forward right into another RibKracker by Jayson, as Sandman is down, as Jayson covers him with all his might!}

One

Two

Three!

{Sandman throws Jayson up off him, and out of the ring, but the referee hand had already hit Three as Perfect Mistake by 311 plays, as Jayson runs up the ramp slapping hands as he celebrates, as Sandman is angry in the ring.}

Vasco Dias: Jayson Matthews picks up the victory, Sandman made one mistake, and Matthews showing his quickness and ability to hit out of nowhere secured the victory.

Terri Morasco: The kid really needed it. He just took down one of the toughest men perhaps in this company, let alone the world, He’s going to get his chance at God again, and tonight he proved he is ready for that.

Vasco Dias: No one is ready for God.

Terri Morasco: wait a minute, Jayson is asking for a microphone!

Vasco Dias: What does he want to say?

{Jayson Matthews stands in the ring with a mic as Sandman rolls out of the ring.}

Jayson Matthews: Did you see that God? Are you watching?

{He finds the hard camera and speaks onto it.}

Jayson Matthews: I know I lost the Extreme Title shot match at Legacy last week, but that title doesn’t have to be on the line for us to fight again!

{The crowd pop again as a fired up Jayson paces back and forth.}

Jayson Matthews: I’ve been calling you out for Open Fight Night and again you’ve ducked me all week. Maybe twitter just isn’t loud enough….maybe I have to lay down the challenge here in person! So GOD!!!!!! I am hereby CHALLENGING YOU AT OPEN FIGHT NIGHT!!!

Terri Morasco: oh boy! Jayson laying down the challenge.

Vasco Dias: Why does he want to get beat up all over again!?

Jayson Matthews: Get out here and accept this ass kicking. NOW!

{Jayson paces back and forth, waiting for a response when suddenly….Interdimensional Summit by Dimmu Borgir starts ripping through the P.A}

Terri Morasco: Wait, that’s not God. That’s The Oracle.

Vasco Dias: Jayson doesn’t deserve an answer from God himself.

{The Oracle stands on the ramp for a few moments before producing a mic from his pocket.}

The Oracle: Boy….Our God has already vanquished you and your pathetic dreams.

{Jayson nods his head.}

Jayson Matthews: Yeah I’m aware, but if he’s not to busy avoiding me on twitter, I’d really like to see if he can do it again.”

The Oracle: Do not doubt our God for he will smite thee down for such insolence.

Jayson Matthews: Well...heh heh…”

{Jayson walks up to the ropes and sort of leans over.}

Jayson Matthews: ….that’s the thing...I’m standing here waiting to see if he can. Where is he? I mean there is the puppet….

{Jayson shifted his body so that he could try and see behind Oracle.}

Jayson Matthews: ….and I don’t see the hand up your-

The Oracle: ENOUGH! You wish to challenge God….but you are a mere worm in his presence. You are simply not worthy to face God.

{Jayson shakes his head in disappointment.}

Jayson Matthews: Well that’s a shame. Hmm, maybe I’m worthy enough to face you? How about it? Jayson Matthews verse The Oracle at Open Fight Night?

{The Crowd pop!}

The Oracle: It would be my pleasure to handle my God’s light work. Prepare to meet your demise!

Terri Morasco: It’s official! Jayson Matthews verse The Oracle at Open Fight Night! What a match!

Vasco Dias: I’m excited. We will be back!

{Jayson and Oracle trash talk each other as we fade to commercial.}


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
"Denied"

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{We fade into the backstage area, and we see Rachel Grimes standing in front of the IWF Logo with a microphone in hand.}

Rachel Grimes: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time...the Number One Contender for the Extreme Championship...Mike Laszlo.

{The scene widens out as Mike steps into the picture, Alexis by his side, holding him by the arm while leaning up against him.}

Rachel Grimes: Mike, James Gilmore claims you stole the Number One Contendership to the Extreme Title from him at Legacy. He’s also challenged you to a match at…

{Mike squints his eyes, clearly confused by the words to emanate from Rachel’s mouth.}

Mike Laszlo: Whoa...what!? Stole? Did I hit him with a foreign object?

Rachel Grimes: No.

Mike Laszlo: Did I low blow him?

{She shakes her head.}

Mike Laszlo: Did I do anything illegal in that match to EARN the win?

{She shakes her head again.}

Mike Laszlo: Okay...so stole is a little bit of a perspective issue. Let’s try this again. Did I knee James Gilmore in the face, knocking him out of the ring?

Rachel Grimes: Yes.

Mike Laszlo: Did I win the match by pinfall in the center of the ring?

Rachel Grimes: Yes.

Mike Laszlo: Am I the Number One Contender for the Extreme Championship.

{Rachel looks annoyed by these simple questions, but she nods her head in agreement.}

Rachel Grimes: Yes.

Mike Laszlo: So how exactly did I “steal” anything?

Rachel Grimes: Well…

Mike Laszlo: Shhhhhhh! That was a rhetorical question, and now I’m going to look into the camera sitting right here in front of us and I’m going to address what James had to say earlier tonight.

{He turns to the camera and slowly takes the microphone from Rachel, nudging her out of the shot.}

Mike Laszlo: James Gilmore, this isn’t ballet. This isn’t a world where the prettiest of things happen. At Legacy, I saw an opportunity, and I took it, and yes you whining little bitch, it came at your expense. You come out, and you say I whine and complain, and yet, here you are doing your best impersonation of a male stripper crossed with a two year old blabbering kid, which is a coincidence because half the damn time, that’s about as much sense as you make, and what do you do?

YOU WHINE!

YOU BITCH!

YOU MOAN!

{Mike feigns crying.}

Mike Laszlo: Oh, Mike stole the win from me. Oh, I just don’t know what I’m going to do, so I’m just going to call him a bunch of names and try to tell him he’s useless. I’m going to spout off at the mouth with useless ramblings of a braindead moron, and I’m going to bring his wife into things.

{Mike suddenly stops and rolls his eyes.}

Mike Laszlo: James, you’re a nothing, a nobody, a never was. I don’t give a damn what you have to say. You can tout my wife’s successes in an effort to get under my skin...I’m sure she appreciates the daily reminders. You can tell me I haven’t won anything in years, and yet James, when people hear my name, they still tune in. When they hear of a match like the real one that’s going to take place at Extreme Endurance, the one where I challenge God almighty to a match for his Extreme Championship, they know they’re going to get a hell of a show. My name has value, yours isn’t worth the spit out of a bucket.

{He takes a breath.}

Mike: So when it comes to your stupid little challenge, I've clearly planted my knee in your face several times too many, and clearly that's given you brain damage. On top of that...Denver just isn't my kind of city, and nobody from that University has ever amounted to anything. On top of that...who the hell names an arena after that piece of shit cola drink Pepsi? Clearly they don't know that Coca Cola is the superior brand. Besides...in the newly named Coca Cola Center...I'll be winning a title from the self-proclaimed "God" almighty...reliving history in all my glory, so the answer to you...is...well...NO!

{Mike looks over at Rachel.}

Mike Laszlo: Anymore questions?

{She shakes her head. He then tosses her the mic, his words trail in audibility.}

Mike Laszlo: Good, we’re out.

{Mike and Alexis walk away leaving Rachel to stare.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Kate Steele v Rowan MacDonnough

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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Berkshire, England, weighing in at 110 pounds – The Siren, KATE STEELE!

{Monster by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Todd Warren begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she flips off at the booing crowd. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she talks trash to the fans.}

Terri Morasco: Kate caused some controversy this last week by breaking the arm of a trainee at the IWF Performance Center.

Vasco Dias: That’s the risk of doing business, Terri – and if anything it sends a message that Kate is done being underestimated as a legitimate threat in this company.

{Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about as the crowd boos her louder.. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans just roar back.. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.}

Alison Valance: And her opponent…

{Lights out. The opening chords of “Trip the Darkness” by the Lacuna Coil roar from the speakers, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway as Rowan MacDonnough stalks out from behind the curtain, golden eyes glinting in the red light as they shift from side to side. The stage and ramp are lit by swirling red light, but everything else remains dark. As the chorus begins, enticing the listeners to follow, she lopes forward, unconsciously rolling her wrists as her eyes bore a hole in the air before her. The smoke seems to follow her down the ramp as she walks, reaching up and grabbing the middle rope with one hand. Rowan hauls herself up onto the apron, standing and ducking between the middle and top rope to step inside the ring. She straightens up, slowly pacing towards the center of the ring as a spiraling pattern of red light appears on the mat, and her eyes scan the crowd, head moving in a jerky, animalistic pattern.}

Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Kilkenny, Ireland, weighing in at 145 Pounds – Representing The Pack, The Wolf of the Abyss, ROWAN MACDONNOUGH!

{She slowly, reluctantly backs towards a corner, eyes constantly moving as she settles in to wait for the bell.}

Terri Morasco: The Alpha of The Pack looks more than prepared for what Kate has to bring to the table.

Vasco Dias: This is the first time these women have fought one another in singles competition, though – maybe Kate’s mix of technical expertise and high-flying speed will be enough to counter her strengths?

Terri Morasco: We’re about to find out, Vasco.

DING!

{The bell rings and Kate and Rowan move around one another, Rowan’s eyes flashing menacingly as she slowly stalks around her prey. They move away from one another before Rowan dashes forward, using her height advantage to push Kate back against the corner, after a four count Rowan releases and backs away pacing like an animal. Kate shakes her head and moves forward, hoping to lock up with Rowan once again, knowing that it is her specialty despite Rowan’s size advantage. Rowan, however, has absolutely none of it, stopping Kate’s advance with a low kick to the knee. Before Kate can recover, Rowan continues the chain by laying into Kate with a spinning back elbow strike followed by an inverted facelock backbreaker spun into a neckbreaker, leaving The Siren reeling.}

Vasco Dias: A strong opening from the Wolf of the Abyss.

Terri Morasco:Since her debut Rowan’s had a reputation for having an absolutely dominant offense. If Kate can’t withstand the storm and take control of the pace of the match, she’ll end up absolutely battered.

{Kate rises to her feet with some help from the ropes, shaking off the cobwebs from Rowan’s flurry of savage strikes. Rowan paces around her, stalking her prey as Kate regains her bearings. As Rowan moves in for another flash of offense, Kate ducks under, quickly moving out of the way before lashing out with a leg sweep. The strike doesn’t completely knock Rowan down, but the Wolf of the Abyss does fall to one knee. Kate keeps going, capitalizing on the slightly dropped opponent by striking Rowan with a spinning heel kick. Rowan in dazed, but not down, as Kate tries to force Rowan into the corner, trying desperately to pull the larger woman into a German suplex. She isn’t quite able to pull it off though as Rowan fights her off, but it is enough to get them into a position that allows Kate to quickly back away, rebound off the ropes, and fly into Rowan with a yakuza kick!}

Vasco Dias: … That’s one way to pull a comeback.

Terri Morasco: Let’s see if she can keep it up!

{Kate goes for her grounded opponent, kicking at Rowan a few times in hopes to keep her stunned before hauling her up, setting up for the PUNK DRIVER! However, Rowan immediately comes to life in her arms, lashing out and struggling hard, throwing off Kate’s balance. Combined with Rowan’s superior size, Kate seems to have some difficulty getting the hold quite right before dropping to the side for the impact. The move still lands hard, sending the larger opponent sprawling, but it didn’t have the full effect the move might otherwise have. Undaunted, Kate goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

T-Rowan gets a shoulder up! Kate rolls away, repeatedly slamming her fists into the mat in a frenzied tantrum.}

Vasco Dias: Maybe a little too soon to be breaking out those kinds of guns, Kate.

Terri Morasco: I think you’re right. If Kate had shown a bit of patience and tried to wear Rowan down a little more, she might have been able to hook the head properly for the move. As it stands, there just wasn’t enough gas in that driver to put Rowan away.

{Rowan is laughing, shaking her head as she slowly rises back to her knees. Though she doesn’t speak, the message is obvious as her hungry golden eyes lock on Kate Steele: ‘Is That All You’ve Got?’ Kate lets out a shout of anger and frustration, snapping to her feet and running to the corner and climbing the ropes as Rowan continues to slowly rise… The crowd begins to cheer as they realize what Kate’s doing…!}

Vasco Dias: Is she…? Dios, she HAS to know it's a trap!

Terri Morasco: I think she is! Don't let Rowan get in your head, Kate...!

{The crowd falls briefly silent as Kate launches herself off the top turnbuckle, soaring into the SILENCE IS GOLDEN… but Rowan snaps to her feet, flipping into the DANCE THE SPIRAL, kicking Kate in midair and driving her hard to the ground!}

Vasco Dias: We’ve seen her use that kick time and again to snatch victory from the grasp of an oncoming opponent. She can be so FAST with that kick…!

Terri Morasco: It looks like Kate’s in serious trouble now…

{Rowan circles Kate Steele as she struggles back up, staggering away before falling to her knees. Seeing Kate in such a position is all the opportunity Rowan needs as the Wolf of The Abyss dashes forward, driving her heel with lethal accuracy into the side of Kate’s head with the BALOR’S GAZE! Kate’s head snaps hard to the side as she tumbles over, and Rowan plants a boot firmly on her chest for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Alison Valance: Here is your Winner… ROWAN MACDONNOUGH!!

Terri Morasco: And just like that, it’s all over. Rowan’s making good on the threats she made in her last promo… do you think this will be the start of her taking a more active role in the coming weeks?

Vasco Dias: I hope not, Terri. For the sake of my sanity and the entire women’s division, I hope not.

{Rowan grabs Kate by the hair, lifting her head off the ground like a grisly trophy before the camera goes to commercial}


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IN-RING SEGMENT
Hope addresses Maxine and what happened at Legacy.

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{We come back from commercial as the dying tones of BABYMETAL can be heard, while Hope Freeman-Hall-Kane is standing in the middle of the ring, with the Open Weight Championship on her shoulder. She raises the microphone to speak.}

Hope FHK: I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would ever be a champion here in IWF. The stories I’ve heard of how competitive this place is, everything I’ve seen since I’ve been here, I just wasn’t sure I belonged. But when I shared that ring with Vivienne Rodgers? My mind was changed, I proved to myself as much as I proved to the rest of the world, that I do belong here. But…..but Maxine? I’m not so sure I can say the same after last week-

{Hope doesn’t even get to finish before “The Wolf” by Fever Ray hits the sound system and Maxine Valentine storms the ring! Hope throws the belt down and turns to face her, Max doesn’t even stop she just storms right into the ring and charges at Hope, scooping her and tackling her, despite the blows Hope was landing. Maxine begins to rain down forearms and elbows on the face of Hope FHK and blood begins to trickle from here face.}

Vasco Dias: This is just horrible Terri, Maxine didn’t even say a word, she just immediately began laying into Hope.

{Suddenly the tron flickers to life again with a “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! NAH NAH NAHNAH!” and the crowd explodes as Shea O’Hara bolts towards the ring, she climbs onto the apron and slingshots herself over towards Max, but Valentine is ready and hits her with the RIASTAD! Shea flops lifelessly to the floor, but Max isn’t finished. She grabs the red head by her hair and drags her to her feet. She sets Shea up between her legs then flips her up into a crucifix bomb position, but Max doesn’t aim at a corner, instead she runs across the ring and SENDS SHEA O’HARA FLYING OUT OF THE RING AND ONTO THE STAGE RAMP WITH A DEVASTATING THROWING CRUCIFIX BOMB! Shea lands with a thud, and the crowd immediately grows quiet. Max poses and her smiling eyes betray her emotions as she rolls out of the ring and past Shea, who is out cold. As she gets to the top of the ramp, Hope is with it enough to roll out and check on Shea, before she throws an “X” into the air, and we cut to commercials.}


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TAG TEAM MATCH
Tent Helms & Xavier Cross v Warren Kane & Dean Harper

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{Lights out. Our Truth by Lacuna Coil begins to play as red lights begin to flash slowly before lights come up on the stage, now shrouded with thick red smoke. As the music swells, dim light begins to come up on the stage, now shrouded with blood red smoke as four silhouettes fade into view. As the guitar kicks in hard, the lights flash onto the stage revealing Dean Harper and Warren Kane, before they cooly and coldly make their way to the ring. }

Vasco Dias: Can you believe this is their first real time tagging together?

Terri Morasco: It is a little surprising, however, I expect Dean and Warren to gel a lot better than their opponents.

{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, the fire slowly fades as he begins to stretch off in his corner.}

Terri Morasco: And here comes the 2018 Heir to the Throne!

Vasco Dias: I’m not even going to rag on him, he deserved it.

{“My Heart will go on” plays as Trent makes his way to the ring.}

Vasco Dias: I can’t believe we have to put up with Spi-....with HIM again.

{Dean and Warren stand in their corner, while on the opposite side Cross stares across the ring while Trent plays up to the fans. Warren decides to start the match, and Cross tells Trent he is starting, but Helms isn’t too happy about it, he walks into the center of the ring, causing Warren and Dean both to prepare for an attack, but Trent simply shouts “Let me know if he hurts you, ok Son?” and Warren snarls. As Trent turns around to head back to his corner Warren explodes across the ring and clubs Helms in the back of the head forcing him to collide with Xavier Cross and the turnbuckle, the referee quickly calls for the bell.}

Vasco Dias: Oh! Warren is not messing around!

{Helms falls to the floor and quickly rolls to the outside, Cross begins to fire off some rights at Warren who is throwing them back with the same venom. After a few shots, Cross gets the advantage and sends a stiff forearm to the face of Warren, forcing him backwards, Cross skips to it and whips Kane off the ropes, on the return Xavier catches Warren with a wicked fast powerslam. Xavier pops to his feet and throws his arms out to a huge roar from the crowd. Warren rolls to his front and tries to get back up, but Xavier is on him right away. He goes to whip Cross to the corner, but Xavier reverses it and sends Warren chest first into the corner next to Trent. As Xavier approaches, Trent reaches over and tags himself in. The crowd “oooh’s” as Cross and Trent have a stare down. Xavier shakes his head as he bows out of the ring. Trent is trying to check on Warren and keeps asking him if he’s okay, but when he tries to put his hand on his shoulder, Warren sends a stiff back elbow to Trents head.}

Terri Morasco: Oh, that was a hard shot.

Vasco Dias: Maybe it’ll knock some sense into him!

{Trent staggers backwards and Warren explodes at him with the Chrysoar! Trent staggers around and Warren almost snarls at him as he explodes again with the Kidd Kick, and finally Trent hits the mat like a sack of bricks. Warren quickly goes for the pinfall….ONE!.....TWO! ….THRE-NO! Xavier Cross pulls Trent by the leg out of the pinfall, Warren looks up with disgust but Cross’ attention is immediately changed to Harpers as Dean flies across the ring and clotheslines Xavier over the ropes, Cross, however manages to land on his feet and smirks up at Dean. Dean without even a second thought grabs the ropes and slingshots himself over them into a diving clothesline taking Cross down. Kane slowly rises to his feet and sees Dean and Cross on the ground, slowly getting up to brawl with each other. Warren hits the opposite ropes before coming back at full pace and leaping clear over the ropes taking out both Dean and Xavier.}

Vasco Dias: OH MY GOD! This match hit the next level really quick!

Terri Morasco: Warren Kane may well have already had the match won, but Xavier Cross prevented the pinfall. Dean saw to him, and then Warren threw caution to the wind!

Vasco Dias: Now this is my kind of wrestling!

{Back inside the ring, Trent Helms is slowly coming to. He sits up and looks around at the bodies at ringside and smiles broadly. He rises to his feet and a loud hum can be heard building in the crowd. Helms walks across to the ring and ducks his head under the ropes, and the crowd are beginning to cheer loudly. He steps through and turns his back to the bodies, grabbing the ropes, he looks back one more time as the crowd build to a fever pitch.}

Terri Morasco: Is Spike...I mean, is HE going to do it!?

Vasco Dias: He’s going to do the asai moonsault!

Terri Morasco: He’s finally going to do a wrestling move!

{Trent leans back as if he’s about jump, but then lets go of the ropes and dismisses the idea of doing the move, instead he steps back into the ring and heads over to his corner, leaning into it with a smirk on his face, and the crowd boos loudly. Meanwhile Warren and Dean have clawed their way back towards their corner and Warren rolls inside before quickly tagging in Dean who storms into the ring as Trent tries to run at him, Dean almost takes his head off forcing Trent to flip 360 and land on his face. Harper looks around and notices he cannot see Cross, who is now slowly pulling himself up into his corner. Harper looks at the almost lifeless body of Trent Helms and literally throws him into his own corner and shouts at Cross to tag in.}

Terri Morasco: We all thought that Xavier Cross was obsessed with Dean Harper, but maybe it goes both ways?

Vasco Dias: Maybe it’s just mind games for Dean? Like you said it’s been no secret about Cross’ obsession, and Dean has broken him before.

{Xavier doesn’t take his eyes off of Dean as he slaps Trent in the back of the head, and the referee acknowledges it as a tag. Cross steps through the ropes and Dean smirks as he slowly backs up, and then tags in Warren Kane. Warren laughs out loud as he climbs into the ring, while Cross stares absolute daggers at Dean. Warren rushes him and Cross reacts quickly, he ducks underneath Warrens wild lariat then when Kane spins around he hits him with the First Flame! Cross looks across the ring, Trent is still slumped in the corner behind Warren, and Dean is sneering from his corner. He goes to the corner but Trent taps him on the ass and points to the crowd and points to them.}

Terri Morasco: He’s signalling for the end!

{Trent Helms slowly tries to walk out of the corner to check on Warren as Xavier Cross springs to life, he charges towards Warren with the ECHOES OF MADNESS! ~~~BUT!!! TRENT HELMS STAGGERED IN THE WAY AND XAVIER MAKES THE CONNECTION WITH HIS PARTNER! The crowd absolutely lose their shit, Xavier looks down in shock and as the crowds noise builds once more, he turns around as Dean attacks him with the DANCE THE SPIRAL!!!! Cross hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, as Warren slumps over Trent for the cover…..ONE! …..TWO! …..THREE!!!}

Terri Morasco: What just happened!?

Vasco Dias: Spike….Spi….Ka….GOD DAMMIT! HE HAPPENED, OKAY!?

{Inside the ring Warren is on his knees as Dean embraces him and the two celebrate their first win together, while Xavier Cross lays against the security rail on the outside with a look of rage on his face.}


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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
A Request from Widows

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{Jess Fowler is sitting behind the desk with Roberto Verona’s name on the name plate as they go over paper work when the door bangs open and Astrid Hall, clearly pregnant, comes storming into the room.}

Jess Fowler: Please, come on in.

Astrid: You are the person in charge now, yes?

Jess Fowler: Until Mr. Verona returns, that is correct.

{Astrid slams her hands down on the desk making Jess jump.}

Astrid: Then do something about the man making a mockery of this company.

Jess Fowler: … you are going to have to be a little more specific.

Astrid: Mannen besvimmer navnet på min barns far!

Jess Fowler: Ah, him. What specifically are you expecting me to do?

Astrid: Revoke this insult that allows him to drag the father of my unborn daughter’s name through the mud for his little games! Or allow me to take his head from his shoulders!

{Jess Fowler raises hands up}

Jess Fowler: You’re pregnant.

Astrid: AND?

{Jess Fowler rolls his chair a few inches back as he tries to find his words, but Astrid cuts him off.}

Astrid: He doesn’t fight real matches regardless. Give me one of his childish matches. You can’t approve of this insult, can you?

Jess Fowler: I wasn’t included in the meeting that had Mr. Verona agree to those terms. I can certainly have our legal team see if there is a way to remove that aspect. I know the other Mrs. Freeman-Hall-Kane did request politely for him to stop that seems to only have made him double down.

Astrid: La meg drikke fra kraniet som et trofé!

Jess Fowler: Legally I can’t condone that. Mr. Verona is very firm on there not being inter-gender matches and I hope to continue that forward.

Astrid: But the child—

Jess Fowler: I will see what I can do. I can’t promise anything. But I will do what I can, alright?

Astrid: I expect this to be fixed. 

{Astrid storms from the room slamming the door hard enough it makes Jess Fowler jump before putting head on the desk.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Andrew Jacobsen v The Oracle

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{The match starts off with both men going as hard as they can. Oracle puts Andrew through his paces. At the beginning, it seems to very much be Oracle's match but Andrew manages to escape Oracle's brutal powerhouse with some quick thinking. Andrew is clearly winded as he goes for the LIGHT OUT but manages to get Oracle down for the three counts. Oracle responds by hitting AJ after the bell with a spear before walking away.}

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Good Night

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{Jess Fowler is cleaning up the desk of paperwork and picks up the nameplate with Verona’s name on it. After considering it a moment, the nameplate is stuffed in the briefcase.}

Jess Fowler: First show, not as smooth sailing as I’d hoped but here we are.

{Jess tucks the briefcase under an arm moving past the desk where there is a loud pounding on the other side of the door. Jess pauses.}

Jess Fowler: …Shows over, yeah? If you have a dispute make an appointment.

{There is another loud pounding. Jess takes steps back to the desk.}

Jess Fowler: No, absolutely not.

{Jess picks up the phone and is clearly dialing security when the lights flicker.}

Jess Fowler: Oh come on…

{When the lights come back on Rowan is standing on the other side of the desk with her finger on the phone keeping it from being dialed out.}

Jess Fowler: Miss MacDonnough… Things are being run very differently right now. You are not allowed to use your….supernatural nonsense to intimidate me. You can make an appointment like anyone else. My security is—

Rowan MacDonnough: Taking a nap.

{Jess drops the handset of the phone.}

Jess Fowler: …Right, ta so much. Well, good talk. I do have an uber waiting outside so I’ll just be…

{the lights flicker and the camera gets static before the lights and the static clear to show an empty office and the phone hung up neatly.}