IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice OFN September 10th 2018

IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice OFN September 10th 2018 Sept 11, 2018 19:28:20 GMT

Post by Jess Fowler on Sept 11, 2018 19:28:20 GMT

Monday Night Sacrifice
Open Fight Night #35
Monday, September 10th, 2018

Ford Idaho Center, Boise, Idaho

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IN-RING SEGMENT
An announcement

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{As soon as the opening for Sacrifice finishes the camera feed switches to inside the office backstage where Jess Fowler is sitting calmly behind a desk with a simple smile.}

Jess Fowler: Thank you for joining us again for Imperial Wrestling Federation Monday Night Sacrifice, Open Fight Night #35. As I’m sure you are all aware Mr. Verona is still missing. Our hearts and prays go out to his family and loved ones. Our hearts also go out to Shea O'Hara and the injury she received. Worry not, she will be employed here at the IWF as soon as she is out of the woods. I give my word on that.

{Jess stands up.}

Jess Fowler: I will be taking steps going forward to run the IWF the way it needs to be run. Things will be changing. Things will be improving. Most of all, there will be order.

{Jess walks around the desk.}

Jess Fowler: I hope you enjoy the show we have prepared for you this evening.

{The camera statics before cutting back to Terri and Vasco sitting at the commentary table.}

Vasco Dias: Uh… Well, things sure will be heating up this evening. We have a packed card with lots of exciting matches.

Terri Morasco: Are we…Are we not going to talk about how the acting boss was kidnapped by The Pack?

Vasco Dias: Fowler seems fine. Things are fine. Let’s get ready for the first match of the night….

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BEYOND SUPER PLUS ULTRA CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH:
Disney Infinity
”Spike Kane” (Trent Helms) vs Justine Harris (Accompanied by The Bourbon Street Saints)

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{As “Stand Tall” plays Justine appears at the top of the ramp flanked by Nate and Nick. She waves at everyone happily before skipping down the ramp and being lifted into the ring by Nate. She will wave happily at everyone and then wait for the match to start.}

Vasco Dias: So are we really, really doing this?

Terri Morasco: I think it’s a good thing, A Six-year-old is getting to live out her dream.

Vasco Dias: I get that, I do, but this is Imperial Wrestling Federation, Not the make a wish foundation.

{Justine is clutching her Rapunzel figure just waiting to connect it to the console while singing Baby Shark Do Do Do Do.}

Terri Morasco: So my sources are telling me Justine will picking Rapunzel to play as, one has to wonder what figure Trent will select, most are saying he will be picking Captain America, since he is known to be a big fan.

Vasco Dias: Who Cares?

Terri Morasco: Come on Vasco, Mister Verona before his accident personally signed this match to take place, He must see some value in the things Trent Helms does, plus you have a oath to uphold, Show some Professionalism Vasco.

{Justine somehow has managed to grab a microphone, and is still singing Baby Shark to the entire audience}

Justine Harris: Daddy Shark Do Do Do Do, Grandma Shark!

Terri Morasco: So, here is some facts about Justine Harris for people who don’t know. She is the sister of Nate Harris, She was the winner of her 1st Grade Spelling Bee, and once single handily eliminated a ground breaking 9 people in a game of Dodge Ball!

Vasco Dias: Let’s just get this over with.

{Suprisingly by this point, Trent or Spike Kanes music hasn’t even began to play yet, as Justine finally finishes her song, as you hear someone clearing his throat from backstage}

The snow glows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation
And it looks like I'm the queen

Vasco Dias: No…No….No! Cut that music out now, I literally just got that song out of my head after five years.

{The song continues to play, as clearly it’s not being song by Idina Menzel but by a male using a very feminine voice, as Justine even even chimes in on her Microphone singing along with the song, before Trent emerges from the back holding his Beyond Plus Ultra Championship, dressed in a blue dress cosplaying as Elsa from Frozen}

Trent Helms & Justine Harris: LET IT GO! LET IT GO! CAN”T HOLD BACK ANYMORE!

{Fake Snow begins to fall from the ceiling as the lights are replaced with a Icy Blue as Trent continues to dress to the ring, which shockingly has Elsa exact movements locked down, making you wonder how many times he has watched Frozen in his life-time.}

Trent Helms & Justine Harris: LET IT GO! LET IT GO! TURN AWAY AND SLAM THE DOOR!

Vasco Dias: I would comment on this, but we already know I will be censored.

Terri Morasco: I’m tired of this song, but at the some time, I’m feeling a feeling I’ve never felt about Spike Kane

Vasco Dias: TERRI! Have some standards!

Terri Morasco: I meant, this is bringing a smile to my face.

{Nate Harris and Nick Hunter block the ring, standing in front of Trent, who just spins around them gracefully still singing the song, before sliding into the ring}

Vasco Dias: Hopefully this will be over quickly.

{The Imperialtron is replaced from Trent’s entrance video to a live feed of the game, as he takes a Elsa Figure and connects it to the console}

Terri Morasco: So it will be Rapunzel v. Elsa, That would be like Madusa of the Inhumans v. Iceman of the X-Men.

Vasco Dias: That sounds like a horrible fight.

{Trent and Justine take a seat as the music, as they pick up there X-Box controllers, as the battle begins}

{Justine’s Rapunzel takes a quick advantage using the reach advantage of Rapunzel hair, to pick Elsa up and toss her threw some wooden barrels}

Terri Morasco: Rapunzel is starting this one off Early, with hair grab. Elsa is going to have to find a way to get out of that one.

Vasco Dias: Are you seriously calling the action like it was a match?

{Trent can’t seem to get into the action of Justine has mastered this game, and is Tossing around Elsa like a rag doll, Trent finally manages to use a barrel roll to get Elsa out of the way, before hitting some buttons, throwing a ice blast that misses}

Terri Morasco: Elsa with a Barrel Roll, but that Ice Attack missed, and Rapunzel looks ready to counter.

{Rapunzel indeed counters, using her hair to grab crates and tossing them at Elsa, which causes Trent to button mash to put up a Ice Wall, Justine might of not be expecting that, as Rapunzel is left open, as Trent freezes her with Elsa, before unleashing a graceful series of kick as Trent begins to sing again!}

Trent Helms as Elsa: HERE I GO! HERE I GO, I’M GOING TO COMBO YOU SOME MORE!

{Justine just smiles, before countering Elsa attacks and unleashing a huge combo that KOS Elsa, as Trent drops the controller in shock!}

Terri Morasco: Is that it, Justine Harris has just won the Beyond Plus Ultra Championship!

Allison Valience: Ladies and Gentleman, Your New Beyond Plus Ultra Champion, Justine Harris!

{Trent is in shock, and looks for a microphone as Justine holds out her hands, just waiting for Trent to give her the title, He clutches it, as Nick and Nate get into the ring, as if they will forcefully remove it from Trent, who takes it off his shoulder, taking a step back, and kicking the chair he was sitting on between himself and Nick and Nate}

Terri Morasco: Come on Spike, Be a good sport.

{Trent looks at the belt, then sighs and hands it over to Justine, throwing it over her shoulder and lifting her arm up before heading to the back, as Justine celebrates in the ring, as Nick and Nate lift her up, to cheers from the IWF audience!}

Terri Morasco: That was actually a touching moment!

Vasco Dias: I’m just glad it’s over, maybe we will never see that belt ever again.

Terri Morasco: And on that day, Vasco Dias heart shrank three sizes that day.

Vasco Dias: Seriously?

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IN-RING SEGMENT
Another missing

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Vasco Dias: “So, in other grim news. Xavier Cross is missing, which adds to the growing list of the people turning up missing, that has the Pack fingerprints behind it…”

Terri Morasco: “But...I mean…”

Vasco Dias: “We ask that viewer discretion is advised, as we bring a disturbing image…”

{The screen flips over to a dirt road in Iowa, as ambulances and fire trucks are on the scene, bright lights flashing. More so, we get a good shot of a black SUV that Xavier Cross is known to rent, except this was charred and in ruin.}

Vasco Dias: “The only good news, is there is no report of any fatalities, so we have to hope that Xavier is just another kidnapped victim…”

Terri Morasco: “That is supposed to be the bright side? This is ridiculous, someone needs to do something!”

Vasco Dias: “You need to calm down Terri, you and I, we can only sit here and call matches. Nothing more, nothing less…”

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IN-RING SEGMENT
“Right or Wrong, Wrong or Right”

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{ We return from the break as the crowd is cheering and laughing at the appearance of the famous San Diego Chicken, a locally-sponsored attraction that made its appearance when the cameras didn’t roll. The fans go wild as the Chicken nails Vasco over the head with an egg, splattering its contents all over the hated announcer. }

Vasco Dias: {wipes himself down with a towel} Ick..seriously!?! You paid for that, didn’t ya Terri!?!

Terri Morasco: {giggling} That’s Karma for all those times you’ve poked fun at James Gilmore or anyone else!

Vasco Dias: Whatever...and NO! Laszlo didn’t steal that match; it doesn’t matter what YOU or HIM have to say about that either!

Terri Morasco: Still, it makes you wonder what--

{ Without warning, the famous “Chicken Dance” theme suddenly transitions into… }

“This is my fight song…”

{ ...yep, THAT song, and the crowd immediately leaps to their feet, knowing that the Queen-ized version of Rachel Platten’s tune could only mean one thing. }

Terri Morasco: What the hell!?!

Vasco Dias: It can’t be...NO WAY!!

Terri Morasco: Yes way! Look who’s here!!!

{ Indeed, Fiona McFly makes her way onto the stage sporting a modest, yet slightly curvaceous, blue dress with matching sapphire shoes. It had been a few months since we last saw Fiona in action, but she hasn't forgotten where her true loyalties lied. With microphone in hand, she steps into the ring as the song fades out, taking in the cheers. }

Fiona McFly: I love you all, and I’ve missed you...very, very much.

{ She smiled, blowing kisses to the fanbase. }

Fiona McFly: A little over three years ago, I came into this company for a simple reason: competition. I’ve loved competition me whole life--from the joys of victory to the agonies of defeat--and nothing gives me a rush more than standing across from somebody, no matter the platform, and giving it me absolute best. In this sport, I’ve seen competitors come and go; yet I can only pray that I’ve found some minute way to enrich their lives just as much as they’ve enriched mine.

{ She paused, closing her eyes as her walk around the ring became slower and more deliberate. }

Fiona McFly: Yet as many have wondered what has happened to me recently, I’ve been away these past three months undergoing grief counseling. Yet during this time...I have been extremely disappointed at the mob mentality shown by both the Age of Gods and the Pack, and with a few exceptions, this ongoing war has been largely ignored. I mean, you’ve got people that would rather half-arse their way through an entire tournament ‘cos they think they can get by on name alone and knowing better than anyone else, you’ve got people that moan and groan about not having any respect, and then...you’ve got people who openly troll the social media feeds of those who aren’t afraid to stand up for themselves whilst mocking a human being’s death and legacy, or not to mention another’s sexuality! Everything boiling together has turned the sport I love into nothing more than a Barnum and Bailey sideshow!

{ The crowd cheers as Fiona licks her lips, panning around the arena and generally taking in the moment. }

Fiona McFly: When I think about it further, whilst many of me fellow competitors--male OR female, mind you--tend to talk about, understandably, how they want everyone to be valued, they want to be celebrated as someone who is more than a soul that simply flaunts about what they can…

{She clears her throat and turns her back to the camera, facing the announce table and pointing directly in Vasco’s general direction.}

...put out from right down there...

{ With her back turned to the camera, so as not to shock those watching at home, Fiona calmly grabs the front of her dress and lifts it up, revealing the front part of the bottom of a one-piece black swimsuit, gesturing to that certain spot in-between her thighs. The crowd pops loudly as Vasco Dias, the lecherous man he is, gets a good and hearty glimpse at McFly before she drops her dress back down and faces the main camera once more. Fiona can’t help but crack a sly smirk on her face, knowing that perhaps Terri was the only soul at ringside that truly got the metaphor--that while taking care of the body was important, a person was more than just about having skin, bones, or balls. }

Fiona McFly: ...yet I firmly believe that we, as competitors, also need to be valued for the brightness and love, or the cunning and resourcefulness, that we display utilising this…

{ Further illustrating her point, Fiona pointed to her head… }

Fiona McFly: ...and especially that!

{ ...before pounding on her heart, much to the fans’ delight. }

Fiona McFly: Mind, heart, and body...as the saying goes, they should be the perfect team, right?! Unfortunately in me case, that statement hasn’t always been accurate and might never be. Oh, as much as I poured me heart into this business, as much as I loved putting me body on the line over the last three years...the truth of it all is that, having seen what’s going on around me these last few months, I really haven’t a single clue as to figuring out what’s wrong or right in me mind anymore. It’s very, very saddening thinking about it...about how the politicians who run this company say one thing, how the Best Friends Club, the Pack, or the Age of Gods say another thing, and it leaves the entire world to ponder whether something wrong is right or vice versa, and in me own head, I wonder...why does picking a side even matter anyway!?! It just doesn’t make any sort of logical sense!!

{ The crowd cheers once more. }

Fiona McFly: Facts are facts...this promotion was founded upon the principle of fair and honourable competition above the sex-crazed psychopathic egos, above the hateful trolls that hide behind a keyboard just so they can get attention, above the 80s-cartoon Angels vs. Demons rubbish, above EVERYTHING! As competitors, we have a duty--a requirement--to stand up for what WE believe in against all odds, regardless of consequences, and when either the brass, the BFC, the Pack, or the Age of Gods tell YOU to pick a lane on the road, that they’re tired of seeing your turning signal, you have to punch up on the accelerator, grab a hold of the steering wheel...

{ Fiona paused before closing her eyes and giving off a warm nod. }

Fiona McFly: ...and shunt every last lot of them OFF THE FUCKING ROAD!!!

{ The Galaxy pops to its feet as she nodded once more, pulling her hair back so as not to let it get into her eyes. Fiona then pointed to an older woman sitting at ringside with a smile on her face; upon closer inspection, we see that it's former 60s and 70s-era wrestler Debbie Fisher, clad as always in authentic Western garb. }

Fiona McFly: Ever since Jack died nine months ago, I’ve felt me own sense of self slip away, and it’s gotten worse and worse since May. As a consequence, I might not be able to fully understand what’s “good” or what’s -supposed- to be “good,” what’s right or what’s wrong. To be frank...I can only comprehend ONE thing, one singular, solitary thing: Rowan MacDonnough and her pain-cult of misfits are STILL allowed to run freely within the Imperial world, and the Ringling Brothers Circus upstairs in management haven’t done a thing in order to put them--no, put HER--to a permanent end! If they--the people in the suits--are flat-out SCARED and lack the will to do anything about Rowan--’cos frankly, SHE is at the very heart of the matter--then -I- am GOING to do something aout it--by myself if necessary! I -HAVE- to do something about that demon running loose!!

{ A loud "Fifi!" chant starts up. }

Fiona McFly: Whilst I understand Vivienne’s desire to stand on the frontline, in front of Brooklyn, all I can ponder...is how in the bloody hell can I look myself in the mirror and, after watching this sport I love being turned upside-down for too long, not do the same thing!?! After all, I know nothing else save for the fact that Rowan MacDonnough is the epitome of evil personified! So with THAT in me mind...I am throwing me name into the 2018 Heiress to the Throne! I am going to--

{ Nampa, Idaho roars with approval over the surprise announcement. }

Fiona McFly: I am going to see to it that Rowan MacDonnough NEVER, EVER takes another life again! Whether that would be through choking someone--like she did to me--by intimidating people in charge of keeping this company safe, or by corrupting another human being’s soul, she will NEVER AGAIN run roughshod and terrorise the very institution that was founded upon honour and dignity...!

{ Fiona paused again before taking a very deep breath. }

Fiona McFly: No. More.

{ She then slammed the microphone she was holding down to the deck as "Fight Song" plays again. The old woman at ringside nods lovingly as Fiona makes a steady exit. }

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IN-RING SEGMENT
Ethan King has some words

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{Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold hits as Ethan struts down the ramp, grinning like an asshole as he slips casually under the ropes and into the ring. He takes in the reaction from the crowd for a few moments before raising the mic to his mouth.}

Ethan King: Good evening everyone! I thought I’d take a few minutes to come out here and share a few thoughts with you. After all, its been a little while since we had the chance to chat, and I had some thoughts I wanted to address.

{He leans against the ropes.}

Ethan King: A lot’s been on my mind since the ill-fated match between myself and Andrew Jacobsen against the Age of Gods. I’ll admit – I’ll own up to my mistakes and take responsibility for the loss we suffered there. I got into the ring with Angel Blake, and he damn near kicked my head halfway to the state line. On that day, in that battle, the Age of Gods proved superior…

{He smirks slyly.}

Ethan King: … But that’s not going to be happening again. After all, Angel was only able to accomplish that with the help of his little best friend Spike Kane. Now, it pains me that he’s gone before the two of us could resolve old tensions, but we must look ever forward, mustn’t we? And part of that means… well. Part of that means starting fresh and coming at this company with open eyes unburdened by petty grudges. However… in order to accomplish that, there’s something I need.

{He shrugs.}

Ethan King: The fact that the man I want a chance to face one on one to prove that he’s nothing without his Irish Crony just so happens to be Extreme Champion? That’s an added bonus. See, I don’t take defeat well. I’m something of a sore loser. I don’t like walking into the ring, taking one kick to my blindside, and then eating the pin. That sticks in my craw, and I won’t stand for it. Now, I know the Age of Gods is no longer anything to be afraid of since their only other notable member is dead, but –

{The crashing opening chords of "Burn in Hell" by Dimmu Borgir sound through the PA, and Uriel Black walks through the curtain, head bowed as he stridently ignores the boos of the crowd. He steps to the head of the ramp, kneeling down, and clasps his hands in prayer, head bowed as the lyrics begin.}

Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say as you go down
Down
Down...

YOU'RE GONNA BURN IN HELL!

{As the words ring out, Uriel springs to his feet, arms wide as he walks down the ramp, bellowing defiantly. He leaps onto the apron, turning to face the entrance ramp with his arms hooked over the top rope. After a moment of scanning the crowd, he steps between the ropes, shrugging off his jacket. Uriel tosses it to the side as he right up to Ethan and glares him down.}

Ethan King: Uh. Hi? I didn’t ask for a coffee.

Uriel Black: You think you can spit blasphemy and walk away unscathed?

Ethan King: Yep.

{Uriel blinks, taken slightly aback by Ethan’s unhesitating, cheeky response. However, he presses on.}

Uriel Black: I’m tired of your prattle. And you have something I want.

Ethan King: I’m afraid I can’t give you my dashing good lucks, as much as you clearly need them.

Uriel Black: SILENCE! I want what you won from Cable Arcane. It’s Open Fight Night. So I’m challenging you. Right here. Right now. No disqualifications.

{Ethan chuckles a bit, pacing a few steps back and forth in thought as he appraises the man in front of him… before giving a shrug.}

Ethan King: I mean, I’m not dressed for the occasion, but… Fuck it, why not. Hey timekeeper? Bell me.

{Ethan doesn’t even take off his jacket as the two men go to their respective corners, the crowd cheering at the unscheduled match.}

Alison Valance: The following contest is a no disqualifications match! On my left, from Glenfinnan, Lochaber, Scotland, weighing in at 285 pounds – URIEL BLACK! On my right, from Green Bay, Wisconsin, weighing in at 240 pounds – ETHAN KING!

DING!

{As soon as the bell rings, Uriel stalks forward and grabs Ethan by the throat with one hand. Ethan struggles against the big man’s grip, but smiles up at Uriel.

Ethan King: Cute… but were you paying attention to my hand slipping into my pocket?

{Ethan lashes out with one hand in an attempt to strike Uriel in the side of the head, but Uriel effortlessly blocks the blow, gripping on to Ethan’s wrist with a savage grimace. Ethan, however, laughs through the choke.}

Ethan King: Wrong… pocket…!

{With a sharp crack, Ethan lifts his fist – this one wearing his trademark silver-plated brass knuckles – into a shattering, metal-reinforced uppercut that sends Uriel reeling away. Uriel grabs his mouth as he goes against the ropes, spitting a wad of blood to the ground as Ethan does a little dance in the ring, shrugging exaggeratedly at the camera.

Uriel roars in anger as he charges at Ethan again, and Ethan is too busy showboating to get out of the way in time. He lifts Ethan up before dropping onto the ground near his corner with a earthshaking backbreaker, leaving Ethan winded on the mat as Uriel rolls to the outside. There, he grabs Ethan by the ankle and drags his leg out over the apron, propping it against the ringpost…}

Terri Morasco: Oh no, Ethan watch out!

{Ethan isn’t able to get away in time before Uriel surges forward with a massive running big boot to Ethan’s leg… causing the limb to audibly snap throughout the arena. Ethan screams in pain as the ref immediately calls for the bell, Uriel smiling and holding out his hands as he backs away, EMTs rushing to the ring.}

Vasco Dias: What just happened?

Terri Morasco: It looks like the newest member of the Age of Gods just broke Ethan King’s leg!

{The show cuts quickly to commercial as medical staff rush a stretcher to ringside as EMTs carefully get Ethan out of the ring, Uriel backing up the ring with a satisfied smile on his lips…}

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SINGLES MATCH
Bob Pooler vs Nighthawk

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{ 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 purple and the opening drumbeat of “Unstoppable” begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the the fans sing along, "WE CAN BE HEROES".

Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he smiles and 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 Quebec City, Quebec, Canada; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds … Bob … POOOOOLER!

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

Terri Morasco: Harsh words spoken by Bob this week, Vasco. What do you think is going through his head right now?

Vasco Dias: Right now? Who knows, but if he’s not careful it’ll be Nighthawk’s fist in a few minutes!

Terri Morasco: That’s highly unlikely.

Vasco Dias: What’s high unlikely is Bob Pooler being a better wrestler than Nighthawk.

Terri Morasco: Since when did you become a fan of Nighthawk?

Vasco Dias: You kidding me? This guy is pure gold! He makes my evil little heart sing!

{ 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 confidently shaking hands with the crowd as he does so. Climbing up on the outside of the 2nd and 3rd turnbuckles the "Wrestling Machine" exhorts the crowd to make more and more noise before climbing into the ring and submitting himself to be checked out by the referee.}

Terri Morasco: There are a lot of people in the wrestling world who have been waiting to see this rematch.

Vasco Dias: From a technical standpoint this match is all Nighthawk, but I wouldn’t put it past Pooler to try and weasel out of the match by blaming something on someone innocent … like Oracle.

Terri Morasco: Now I know you’re not serious.

Vasco Dias: I’m as serious as Cable Arcane’s last MRI, Terri.

Terri Morasco: Did you just ...

{ Before Terri can continue the lights in the arena flash suddenly. Bob and Nighthawk stop and turn to the ramp. The picture on the Imperial-tron shows Jess Fowler sitting at a desk.}

Terri Morasco: What is happening right now?

Vasco Dias: The acting boss clearly has something to say.

{Jess clears their throat.}

Jess Fowler: We have an important announcement for the upcoming match…Someone will be down to the ring to deliver it shortly.

{Bob and Nighthawk look at each other then back at the screen with is back to the Imperial Symbol.}

Vasco Dias: Well, I for one am excited by the new announcement.

Terri Morasco: This…This shouldn’t be happening.

{“The Howling” by Within Temptation plays as Dean Harper walks casually out on the ramp with a big smirk and stops to take a bite of a sandwich motioning for a Mic to be brought to him.}

Vasco Dias: Dean Harper, the World Champion, is here to make the announcement.

Terri Morasco: That’s insane!

Vasco Dias: Well, that’s delegation, Terri.

{Dean clears his throat taking the Mic from the intern.}

Dean Harper: Management wants to let everyone know that this is now a title match. You want to prove you’re hard shit, Tristan? Congrats, take the belt. Cupcake, here’s a chance to put your words to the test. You’re up to defend the belt at anytime. Here it is.

{The crowd has mixed reaction of boos and cheers. Dean winks at the camera before exiting up the ramp.}

Vasco Dias: See, Terri! I’m not exactly sure how official that announcement was, but if Dean Harper and the Pack want to make this a title shot then I’m all for it!

Terri Morasco: Is this seriously how -

{Terri is cut off again by the sound of the opening bell as Nighthawk crosses the gap between himself and Pooler in the ring and reaches out for Bob’s hand before the pair square off. The crowd starts a “YES!” chant before Bob finally raises his hand and takes 'Hawk’s in his for a stern hand shake. 'Hawk backs off and prepares for the match to begin. }

Terri Morasco: Great showing of sportsmanship between the pair.

Vasco Dias: Missed opportunity if you ask me.

Terri Morasco: Thankfully, I didn’t.

{The referee calls for the bell and both men move out of their corners, 'Hawk is locking for a lock up and Bob approaches him like he’s going to go for it but then hits him with a quick shin kick to the side followed by a combination of right and left open hand punches before connecting with a spinning back fist that rocks 'Hawk Nighthawk.}

Terri Morasco: Looks like Bob had 'Hawk well scouted.

Vasco Dias: It doesn’t take a genius to know punching 'Hawk is more effective than chain wrestling him.

{ 'Hawk backs off with a grin but Bob presses forward. Bob looks for a jab/cross combo but Nighthawk ducks the second punch and gets under and behind Bob where he grabs him with a rear waist lock take down. 'Hawk quickly moves into position to lock Bob into a crossface but Pooler just manages to get his fingertips on the ropes. 'Hawk releases the hold and gets to his feet, Bob is right behind him. Nighthawk grabs him with a side headlock but Bob throws him off into the ropes, 'Hawk bounces back and looks for a clothes line but Bob instead catches him with a leaping knee to the face! }

Terri Morasco: These two are very evenly matched; it will be interesting to see which one makes the first mistake.

Vasco Dias: The first mistake was challenging Nighthawk to this match.

{ Nighthawk stumbles back from the blow but doesn’t go down, instead he comes right at Bob again and connects with a running elbow shot that rocks the reigning Strong Style Champion. 'Hawk quickly moves behind Bob and grabs him for the first German suplex, he quickly rotates and pulls Bob back up for a second German suplex, 'Hawk spins his feet and pulls Bob up again for the hat trick and hitting a release German suplex. 'Hawk goes for a cover but Bob gets his shoulder up at one. 'Hawk smiles and reaches down to pull Bob up but Pooler fires off a European uppercut that staggers 'Hawk and then hits him with a big punt kick to the chest. Bob follows it up with a spinning heel kick to the mid section and then looks to pull 'Hawk in for a vertical suplex backbreaker but 'Hawk is able to fend it off and instead counters with his own snap suplex! }

Vasco Dias: Bob went for his first real wrestling move there and 'Hawk fended it off.

Terri Morasco: Easy Mr. Impartial.

{ Bob tries to get up quickly but 'Hawk is right there and connects with a devastating backbreaker. Bob lays flat out on the mat and 'Hawk covers him for the

ONE …

TWO …

KICK OUT!}

Terri Morasco: A near fall right there for Nighthawk.

Vasco Dias: How is this man not the champion?

{ 'Hawk peels Bob off the mat and ties him up but Bob manages to push him off and then connects with a lunging clothes line which takes 'Hawk off his feet! Bob starts to pull himself up on the ropes looking a little worse for wear here but 'Hawk is right behind him. Bob sees him and connects with two big knees to the gut and another spinning back fist before tucking the head of 'Hawk and pulling him in for a double underhook backbreaker! Bob doesn’t go for the pin fall even though 'Hawk lays there prone for a second. }

Terri Morasco: Pooler taking a calculated risk not going for the pin there.

Vasco Dias: Strategy has never been Bob’s strong suit.

{ Bob is back up to his feet and he reaches down to grab 'Hawk who pulls him in for a school boy but instead he transitions back to his feet and looks to put him into a sharpshooter! Bob struggles and fights to get to the ropes as 'Hawk looks to take his seat across the back of Bob. Pooler manages to get his hands on the ropes and 'Hawk lets go of the hold. Bob pulls himself up and 'Hawk is right on him with a tie up that he moves into a side headlock takedown. 'Hawk grabs Bob from the seated position and pulls him up for a huge backdrop driver! }

Terri Morasco: That was pretty impressive!

Vasco Dias: See, this is what I don’t get. The two of them are in there trading moves back forth but if I were Nighthawk, I’d get in there and just win as quickly as I can.

{ Bob manages to stagger back to his feet but 'Hawk is right there with a standing dropkick that sends Bob stumbling backward into the corner of the ring. 'Hawk hits a big time clothesline in the corner and then pulls Bob out for a quick snap suplex! 'Hawk hooks the leg of Pooler for the cover

ONE …

Two …

KICKOUT! }

Vasco Dias: This is getting ridiculous.

Terri Morasco: It’s every bit the match people thought it was going to be,.

Vasco Dias: Not me, I’m dreaming of when this match will be over.

{ 'Hawk pushes himself back to his feet and he’s starting to look excited now as he waits for Bob to get back to his feet. Bob is slow to stand up and 'Hawk is right there but Bob grabs him for a deep arm drag out of nowhere! 'Hawk is right back up and runs into a deep arm drag takedown. 'Hawk shakes it off and stands up but Bob is right there with a hammerlock twisted into a short range lariat! }

Terri Morasco: Bob is mounting a come back!

{ 'Hawk tries to get up as quick as he can but Bob is right there with a tilt a whirl backbreaker and finally he makes a cover of his own.

ONE …

Two …

KICKOUT!

Bob now has his own little smile as he gets back to his feet and waits for Nighthawk to stand up. 'Hawk is a little slow but he still looks ready to go. Bob moves in and the two of them tie up but 'Hawk moves behind Bob for a rear waist lock but Bob quickly reverses it himself to his own rear waist lock but 'Hawk transitions his weight and grabs Bob with a side headlock, Bob slips through it and connects with an elbow to the back of the head of Nighthawk. 'Hawk stumbles and Bob comes in from behind but Nighthawk catches him with a drop toe hold and rolls out of the way. }

Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is showing some real determination here.

Vasco Dias: He’s showing he can chain wrestle, but he’s gotta end this thing before Pooler gets going!

{ Nighthawk reaches down and grabs Pooler’s left leg, locking him into a single leg crab in in the center of the ring. He wrenches back hard on Pooler who lets out a loud scream but he still can’t seem to fight his way out of it. The referee is checking on Bob who is refusing to quit as 'Hawk has him dead to rights. }

Terri Morasco: Bob has nowhere to go!

Vasco Dias: And you NEW CHAMPION, Terri … just wait and see!

{ Bob is pulling at his hair and finally starts to push himself up off the mat and clawing his way to the ropes. 'Hawk is trying to hold him and pull him back but Bob is able to claw his way to the ropes and 'Hawk is forced to release the hold. }

Vasco Dias: Why did he let him go!? He has a full four count to hurt him even more!!

Terri Morasco: Because he’s “honorable”.

Vasco Dias: What a joke.

{ 'Hawk waits for Bob to stand back up as the crowd cheers. Bob uses the ropes to stand and can’t quite seem to shake the pain off. Bob moves for 'Hawk who ties him up and then twists him into a gutwrench backbreaker! 'Hawk is right up now and he’s looking fired up as he yells at Bob to “COME ON!” Bob pushes himself up and 'Hawk grabs him before he even fully stands and launches him with an over head belly to belly suplex!!! Bob is down and 'Hawk throws himself on him for the cover and ...

ONE ...

TWO ..

THRE-KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: All right, that ref is clearly as blind as this crowd, that was a three count.

Terri Morasco: Well the referee is saying he got the shoulder up.

Vasco Dias: Then he’s as bad at his job as you are!

{ Nighthawk can’t quite believe it as he’s thrown pretty much everything at Bob Pooler and it hasn’t been enough. He pushes himself back to his feet and wipes the sweat from his brow as Bob rolls over and starts to push himself back up. }

Vasco Dias: And this is why 'Hawk hasn’t been a champion in IWF, he refuses to press his advantage.

Terri Morasco: Already hopping off the bandwagon I see?

{ 'Hawk comes in hot as Bob stands but Pooler catches him with a nasty jawbreaker that staggers 'Hawk and Bob is right back up and grabs him for a big Canadian backbreaker while dropping to a seated position! }

Vasco Dias: And that’s what happens when you don’t wrestle smart.

{ Bob is up and hits 'Hawk with a big knee lift as Nighthawk tries to stand as well and then pulls him in for a half nelson backbreaker over his knee! Bob pushes him off his knee and stands up. 'Hawk is slow to push himself back up but Bob drops a brutal knee across the neck and upper spine of Nighthawk! }

Terri Morasco: Bob targeting the back of Nighthawk.

{ Bob is back up to his feet and he’s glaring down at Nighthawk who is trying to find the strength to get back up and keep this match going. 'Hawk finally finds his feet but Bob is right there with a spinning heel kick, he goes to grab 'Hawk for a little Pepto-Bismol Red but Nighthawk is able to struggle his way out of the move and escape. 'Hawk comes back at him but Pooler hits a vicious discus elbow strike that spins Nighthawk clean around before stopping him in his tracks with another kick to the midsection. Pooler quickly looks around at the crowd before pulling 'Hawk in closer for THUNDERSTRUCK!!! }

Vasco Dias: WHAT?!

{Bob grabs Nighthawk by the head and hauls him up to a sitting position before wrapping up and locking in the Stetch-Plumb inverted facelock abdominal stretch that he calls the Queen City Stretch. The referee drops into position to check on Nighthawk who continues shake his head as Pooler wrenches in the hold. Bob keeps telling the referee to ‘ask him’ as he wrenches in the hold tighter and tighter. Finally, Pooler pulls back on Nighthawk one final time, stretching the man more than he’s been stretched before releasing the hold and letting him flop back to the mat. Pooler quickly rolls to his feet and drags Nighthawk back to his as well before unceremoniously hoisting him up and dropping him back down across his knees with the Pepto-Bismol Red. He rolls ‘Hawk over as the referee slides into position once more …

ONE …

TWO …

THREE!!!! }

Terri Morasco: Pooler picks up the solid victory over Nighthawk tonight, counting another tally in his title defense category for those detractors still calling him paper champion.

{ The referee holds Bob’s hand up as Nighthawk is slowly getting to his feet but Bob ignores this and instead calls for a microphone. The referee is handed one by the ring announcer and hands it to a still slightly out-of-breath Pooler. }

Vasco Dias: Are you serious? Why is he allowed to talk?

Bob Pooler: You know what, for too long now I’ve had this monkey on my back that I haven’t been able to get off. I can’t keep looking over my shoulder so enough is enough … so at Extreme Endurance I am not asking for this match - I’m demanding it; Oracle, me and you for the Strong Style Championship!!!

{ The fans pop loud at this. }

Vasco Dias: What?

Terri Morasco: You heard it, Vasco! Bob is calling Oracle out!

{ Bob walks toward the ropes, leaning towards the nearest camera.}

Bob Pooler: And at Extreme Endurance, I’m going to show you the meaning of ‘strong style’ because we’re going to do this as a LAST … MAN … STANDING match!!!!

{The crowd pops huge as Pooler just stares into the camera with fire and bad intentions in his eyes.}

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Jayson Interview

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{The Camera cuts backstage to Rachel Grimes standing next to Jayson Matthews in full ring gear. Amongst the banana logos is one representing The Pack. The crowd pops for him as Jayson bounces back and forth in anticipation for his upcoming match.}

Rachel Grimes:” Ladies and gentlemen I’m standing here with Jayson Matthews. Jayson, what are your thoughts as you get ready to face Oracle here tonight on Open Fight Night?”

Jayson Matthews: Well you know Rachel, I made a challenge to somebody specific, Angel Blake, loud and clear on twitter, and AGAIN he couldn’t find the time to accept my challenge. It makes me wonder if he is even getting my tweets. Well I guess I have to figure out a way to get louder.

{He rubs his hands together in eager anticipation.}

Jayson Matthews: You know how to do that, right Rachel?

Rachel Grimes: How?

Jayson Matthews: With actions. Because...I’m sure you know, they speak louder than words ever could.

{He nods confidently and turns to face the main camera.}

Jayson Matthews: And tonight, as I step into the ring with Oracle, Gods right hand man, I plan on using my actions tonight to send a message. A message directly to the man himself, directly from the mouth of his messenger boy…”

{He steps forward, glaring into the camera.}

Jayson Matthews: That I will NOT be ignored!

{He cracks his neck and his knuckles}

Jayson Matthews: Tonight I face Oracle. He’s big, but like The Sandman before him, the Bigger they are, The Harder they fall. And tonight I send a message to Angel, you can’t run forever…

{He pauses and points to himself confidently.}

Jayson Matthews: I will fight you...Any Time! Any Place! Title or not. It doesn’t matter to me.

{He starts bouncing from side to side.}

Jayson Matthews: I’m sure The Oracle can tell you all about it, after I go bananas all over his face! God…, you won’t want to miss this!

{Jayson looks hyped and ready to wrestle as Rachel smiled.}

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Kate Steele complains about no one accepting her match

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{Kate Steele is standing in front of Jess Fowler’s desk, clearly in the middle of a rant. Jess is clearly doing some paperwork}

Kate Steele: It isn’t fair! I made a challenge! Someone should have answered it! A six-year-old made it on to the show! A SIX-YEAR-OLD! A CHILD! I’M AN ADULT—

{Jess not looking up.}

Jess Fowler: Mrs. Steele I am very busy. Is there something constructive you want me to do?

{Kate slams her hands on the desk.}

Kate Steele: I want a match!

Jess Fowler: Not tonight. I do not have the time to drag someone from backstage to be in the ring with you. No one wanted your challenge. That is not my fault.

Kate Steele: But that’s not fair!

{Jess sighs, leaning back.}

Jess Fowler: Mrs. Steele, if you want me to book you more frequently I can certainly do that. If I give you my word you will be booked more often can I get back to work?

Kate Steele: Fine!

{Kate walks out of the room and slams to door.}

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SINGLES MATCH
Oracle v Jayson Matthews

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Vasco Dias: Ladies and Gentleman, For months now, Jayson Matthews has been wanting a match against God after coming up short in there Extreme Title Match, well tonight, He faces God’s Enforcer in the Oracle.

Terri Morasco: Who basically has gone against The Pack in a Handicap Match and held his own against Andrew Jacobsen while tormenting Bob Pooler.

Vasco Dias: Well…wait, what?

Terri Morasco: You hearing this Vasco?

Vasco Dias: I guess Oracle and Jayson couldn’t wait, let’s head backstage, we do have a camera back there right?

{The feed shifts to the back where The Oracle and Jayson are fighting and the much bigger Oracle has already taken control of Jayson, as Gibberg and Mr. Happy are watching on, as Oracle throws Jayson into some pipes laying backstage as they clatter around and hit the concrete floor.}

Vasco Dias: I knew this would happen to Jayson. He is biting off more then he can chew.

{Jayson tries to get up, but is sent down by a Big Boot, Jayson tries to get up, as Gibberg and Mr. Happy cheer him on, as Oracle hits a Double Lariat on both of them, Jayson tries to get up, as Oracle picks up Gibberg, and places him on his shoulder before Lawndarting him at Jayson Matthews, as Gibberg thick skull collides with Jayson Matthews}

Vasco Dias: Oracle just threw Gibberg at Jayson Matthews.

Terri Morasco: That is former Beyond Plus Ultra Champion.

{Oracle picks up Jayson who is throwing shots to Oracle midsection, but they are having no effect what so ever, as he carries him thru the Gorilla Position, Oracle with no emotion on his face what so ever, goes to toss Jayson off the stage, but he puts on the breaks, Oracle charges in, but Jayson hits a dropkick to the knee, followed by a Big Knee to the face, He grabs Oracle head, in a front facelock and runs off the Imperial-Tron with a Tornado DDT, but Oracle simply throws him off as Jayson lands stomach and face first on the steel grating of the Entrance Ramp}

Vasco Dias: Secruity needs to get down here and break it up as soon as Possible.

Terri Morasco: I agree.

{Oracle picks up Jayson who looks lifeless at this point and picks him up over his shoulder and carries him down the ramp before tossing him into the ring.}

Vasco Dias: Okay I guess maybe this match is going to get started, thru no offense, Jayson is basically knocked out at this point.

{Oracle doesn’t bother to get into the ring, and instead with furious intent, walks over towards where Allison Valiance is, as she gets up, dropping her microphone while getting out of the way, Oracle picks the mic up and throws it into the ring, before picking up her chair she was sitting on as he turns towards the ring, He goes to get in, when Jayson gets up and hits a Big Baseball Slide Dropkick right to the chair!}

Terri Morasco: Maybe there is still fight left in Jayson Matthews!

Vasco Dias: That Steel to the skull didn’t seem to effect Oracle what so ever.

{Oracle only was staggered by the attack but Jayson is already Airborne as he grabbed the ropes and threw himself over the top rope, this time taking Oracle Down, Jayson picks up the chair as Oracle is getting up, who goes to punch the chair out of Jayson hands, but misses as Jayson swings and nails a chairshot across the shoulder of The Oracle, it has little effect, but Jayson hits another, followed by another, all the chairshots targeting the shoulder and Arm of the Oracle!}

Terri Morasco: Come on Jayson, get him!

{Jayson throws the chair down and slides into the ring, Oracle is favoring the shoulder but seems okay for the most part, as this is one of the rare times we’ve seen him in any kind of pain}

Vasco Dias: Are they seriously going to start this match now? This has been a crazy insane brawl, and yep…Oracle just slid into the ring, Guess this is going to be official.

Terri Morasco: We need to get these Jayson Matthew matches under control, something like this happened last week with Sandman and him, now with Oracle.

{Jayson comes charging in, and grabs at the Arm of Oracle, looking to take him down, but with the bad arm, he is still able to over take Jayson and toss him to the match, Jayson pops up and is taken down and nearly broken in half with a Big Spear by The Metatron known as The Oracle, who doesn’t even bother with a Cover what so ever, and instead begins to reign down heavy handed punches right to the face of Jayson Matthews}

Vasco Dias: This is getting brutal very quickly.

Terri Morasco: Seems like God has taught this Oracle very much in terms of violence.

{The official is trying to pull Oracle off Jayson but just gets shoved to the side, He stops for a moment, as he rips Jayson bandana off his head, before pulling a J-Mat with a bloody nose up, before wrapping the Bandana around his neck, before hanging him by it in a Gory Bomb Position, choking the life out of Jayson, who looks to be fading fast, The Official, manages to loosen the grip just enough as Oracle screams. Your God had decided to cast you out Young One as he backs into the corner, as Jayson is struggling to catch his breathe.}

Vasco Dias: I hope, whatever he is planning will put Jayson out of his misery.

Terri Morasco: Have you watched Jayson over the past several weeks, He pushed the number one contender to the World Title to his limits and beyond. He outlasted a undead hellspawn named Jason Sandman, He wants God and he’s going to stop at nothing to get to him.

{Oracle lines up as Jayson slumps to his feet, and charges forward with the Clothline from Heaven, but Jayson manages at the last second to trip Oracle while grabbing his arm and taking him down with a Arm-Bar, Jayson without any kind of warning, transitions beautifully, no doubt to his training from Nighthawk into the Banana, wrentching at the Arm of the Oracle who just very stoic like lays there, showing no emotion, as Jayson wrenches back even more, as Oracle tries to power out of this hold, but is unable to do so, realizing his only defense is a rope break.}

Terri Morasco: In True Jayson Matthews form, He shows how he is able to turn the tide in a moments notice.

Vasco Dias: That was a beautiful arm-bar take down, almost brings a tear to my eye and makes me forget about the chaotic brawl leading to this.

{Jayson continues to wrench on the hold, as Oracle arm is beginning to bend in a way, it’s not meant too, clearly weakened by those chairshots to the shoulder, Oracle reaches out with his foot and manages to lay it across the bottom rope, signaling a rope break}

Terri Morasco: Dammit, Jayson was so close to putting this one away.

Vasco Dias: I would have been curious to see if the Oracle would of tapped.

Terri Morasco: Wait a minute, Jayson hasn’t released the hold!

{Matthews is screaming and pulling back on the arm, as the referee is ordering him to break the hold, as Oracle foot remains on the bottom rope, as the official tells Jayson to let it go, but Jayson refuses as the referee begins his count.}

Vasco Dias: Oh No, Matthews might of finally gone over the cuckoo nest, I blame thoses Pack hoodlum for this.

Terri Morasco: I think Jayson is in control, he just doesn’t care, and is sending a message.

{Jayson continues to rip away at the arm, as the official counts to two, followed by three, then four, He pauses expecting Jayson to release the hold, but doesn’t as he counts to five and rings the bell}

Vasco Dias: Well the Oracle just won this one, by DQ, You can let go now Jayson, you proved your point.

Terri Morasco: I agree, point has been proven, release the hold Jayson.

{Jayson doesn’t release the hold and continues to pull back on the hold with rage in his eyes, clearly sending a message to Angel Blake, as the referee is motioning to the back for help, as Jayson screams pulling back even more on the Arm, Lets see if your master comes now.}

Vasco Dias: The Kid is going to break that arm if something isn’t done.

{Several official and Road Agents come running down the ramp, as they slide into the ring, pulling at the arms and hands of Jayson who refuses to release the hold, They manage to finally get his arms free, as Oracle actually shows signs of pain, which is a rare sight, before Jayson pushes past the Road Agents and goes for the Arm again, they hold him back, carrying him in force away from the ring, as they try to help the Oracle to his feet}

Terri Morasco: Never in my life did I expect to see Jayson go that far, That had to get God’s attention.

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Redcap Speaks in riddles

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{The camera finds the Redcap Perches in the upper echelons of the arena looking down on the whole scene, how a camera got up here you don't even want to think about how he got up here is vaguely similar but what becomes very clear is the lack of ropes and the long fall. His form in shot and head tilting as if to look down.}

"I looked upon the face of God and sound yet empty space, I was not the only voice who called but neither of us was answered, but I do not just speak of Angels wearing names of past, standing against the masses their belief be fading fast."

{He nods.}

"I speak not of the Oracle who tries to work for all there is something rotten here, my eyes they do see all."

{A light chortle.}

"I ask you pay attention to the words men have to say, especially those who wield the power Now Verona and Cable have been put to pay...You may think my words are madness you may think I be insane But Shamin it does draw closer and darkness has its day."

{A pause}

"but in this world of darkness Shamin's meaning changes, where ghost and ghouls come out to play...The Redcap still remains...Clad in armor of shadows, wielding sword of light ... he'll face the oncoming forces and snicker-snack every day...every night... I watch for movent coming to see where justice rises, I will strike with endless fury.. and help those who desire."

{a pause.}

"So heed my words and rally, behind Prometheus and his queen, we all should stand as One together and Defy The Pack...and God's dark whims."

{Fade out.}

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SINGLES MATCH
"Spike" vs Justine take 2

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{We cut backstage where we see a sleeping Justine Harris on a couch, with a blanket thrown over her, clutching a Cookie Monster like Teddy Bear, as her newly won Plus Ultra Championship is on a stool next to her, as Nate Harris and Nick Hunter, are also seen, as they are drinking drinks, and waiting for the next match to start on the television.}

Nick Hunter: Yo, I can’t believe your sister won a championship before you ever did.

Nate Harris: Shut up man, you’ve never won a championship you idiot. Plus keep your voice down man, Can’t you see my little sister is sleeping. I had to promise to let her sleep, before the plane ride back home. She’s still got school, and I don’t want to miss that Main Event Man.

{Nate goes to take another slip of his drink, but realizes it empty.}

Nate Harris: Go get me another drink!

Nick Hunter: Go get your own!

{Nick goes to take a slip of his drink, to somewhat taunt Nate, but his is empty as well.}

Nick Hunter: Crap man, go get me a drink.

Nate Harris: You go get me a drink!

Nick Hunter: I’m going to get my own drink.

Nate Harris: Get me one man!

Nick Hunter: I’m not getting you anything.

{The two then decide to go get there drinks, but Nate stops}

Nate Harris: I can’t leave my little sister alone here.

{Nick is down the hallway, and just shrugs, as Nate looks, and notices a white security guard with a hat, glasses and a heavy beard.}

Nate Harris: Hey man, will you do me a favor? Will you watch my sister while I go get something to drink. Don’t let anything happen to her, or I will beat that ass, understand me.

Security Guard: I understand man, She will be safe, I’ll stand outside the door and won’t let anyone in, I swear on my mama.

{Nate goes to sprint off to catch back up with Nick, as the security guard goes to close the door, however he stops it, as he looks around, before throwing the hat on the ground and taking off the glasses and beard revealing Trent Helms}

Trent Helms: Time to make the doughnuts.

{He signals for a referee, and begins softly whispering}

Trent Helms: Listen man, as the creator of that championship, I am invoking my rematch clause right now.

Referee: I don’t feel comfortable with this.

Trent Helms: Listen it will be over in a few seconds. I’m just going to lay a finger on her forehead, and you can’t the three!

Referee: Fine!

{Trent prepares himself, and stops dead in his tracks as Justine eyes open, but simply rolls over and closes her eyes again, as Trent throws his arm over his eyes, and lets out a sigh of relief, but you hear the sound of the referee whispering}

Referee: One….Two….Three!

{Trent gives him a what the hell are you doing look, as the referee points out, that Justine is being pinned by her Cookie Monster Teddy Bear, meaning it has just won the Beyond Plus Ultra Championship, as Trent is about to scream but keeps quiet, as Justine rolls over, as the Cookie Monster falls to the ground, Trent kneels down to pick it up to give it back to her, but stops and places his hand over it, and signaling with the other hand for the referee to count.}

Referee: One? Two? Three?

{Trent picks the cookie monster up and lays it back over Justine, grabbing his Championship, he stops for one moment when he see a swear jar, as he reaches into his pocket, putting a big stack of hundred dollars bills in it, very quietly before exiting the room before Nate and Nick can get back}

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
A conversation

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{We open on the solemn visage of the man known as God. Angel Blake stands outside of a locker room door with an uncharacteristic sadness buried beneath his pale painted face. He reaches for the door but hesitates and then it opens for him. Dean Harper grins from the other side. Caleb Lockwood and Warren Kane immediately stand, ready for a fight but Dean waves them off.}

Dean Harper: He didn't come to fight.

{The two fellow Pack members make their way around the granite statue of the pale Lord who simply walks past them into the room.}

Dean Harper: What do you want?

God: I... I am sorry about your mother...

Dean Harper: Sorry? For what?

{The Lord looks away, a sadness growing behind his black eyes.}

God: I did not know she... Passed... I did not know about you...

Dean Harper: And what if you had?

{Dean reaches for the shoulder of the Lord and turns him around. Father looks upon the son, a great hole in his heart left empty by tragedy.}

God: I would... I would have tried... To be a father...

Dean Harper: And what does that even mean?

{Dean runs over the back of his head.}

Dean Harper: I almost...you almost.. How did you not know?!

{There is a subtle flash of anger in the eyes of the Lord.}

God: She hid you from me.

{God hisses.}

Dean Harper: ...I can’t even pretend to be surprised.

{Dean takes a step back.}

Dean Harper: She’s been with me since I can remember. Why wouldn’t she hide me?

God: Dean...

{The Lord pauses.}

God: Son... It does not have to be that way anymore... I am here... Now...

{The Father reaches out for the son.}

Dean Harper: I dont know.

{Dean looks conflicted before taking a step forward and allowing God to touch him.}

Dean Harper: I just...

{His body tenses and he steps back with glowing eyes.}

Dean Harper: It’s too late for that kind of sentiment don’t you think?

{His voice is a growl but the words seem to pierce the armor of the Lord.}

God: Only if that is the path you chose.

{The Lord booms in response to the evil within his son.}

Dean Harper: What do you expect? She owns us. She gave him the family and love you never could.

{The demon steps away from God.}

Dean Harper: There is nothing you can do about it. You saw what her vessel was when she was empty. We all know you don’t want to see the mess I’ll leave behind.

{The Lord reaches for Dean again but this time the son pulls away.}

Dean Harper: There is nothing for you here, God.

{Dean speaks in a condescending tone.}

God: I swear to you, son, even if it costs me everything... I will save you.

{Dean sneers.}

Dean Harper: Save him? Like you saved Spike? Leave. Unless you wish to join your precious Saint in the afterlife.

{The Lord doesn't budge.}

God: I swear.

{With that he brushes past Dean, their shoulders touching and for a moment the sinister look on Dean's face vanishes but quickly returns as he watches the Lord leave the locker room.}

Rowan: He can't even save himself.

{Rowan is suddenly behind Dean, her arms wrapped around his chest, the both of them smiling as the door slowly swings closed.}

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Xavier Cross/Vivienne Rodgers vs Dean Harper/Rowan

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{The lights in the arena fade, as the crowd grows restless, but in some supernatural way the entire arena is silenced. ‘One Truth’ begins to play out, eerily echoing through the arena. The lights begin to flicker on the stage, reflecting off the blood red smoke. Two silhouettes appear out of the smoke, one belonging to Dean Harper, the Imperial Men’s Championship resting over his shoulder, standing next to him, the Crimson Queen herself, The Wolf of the Abyss, Rowan MacDonnough, once they’re clearly seen. The lights flicker longer, and they’re gone, and as the deep red mist flowing through the arena begins to lift with the lights, Dean and Rowan are in the center of the ring, they’ve brought guests, as the ring, and up through the entrance ramp are now swarmed with hooded men, the acolytes of the Pack. As ‘One Truth’ begins to fade, Rowan walks to a corner, casually sitting atop of it, raising the microphone to her masked lips as the crowd is still silent, as if a hand was around each and everyone’s throat.}

Rowan MacDonnough: “I’m not one to be wrong, but I feel as though that Xavier Cross will not be joining us tonight….”

{Her eyes tells the story, as Dean claps his hands leaning on the ropes.}

Rowan MacDonnough: “But yet here I stand, as does my champion, Dean Harper, but yet Xavier can’t show the common courtesy of showing up for his own death sentence, I’m sure he’s halfway back home by now, realizing that fighting against my family, is a fool’s errand...so I think, he should forfeit his Heir to the Throne title sho-”

{‘Confident’ hits the loudspeakers, as the red smoke seems to be forced into the air, and away from the crowd, Vivienne steps out from behind the curtain, a microphone in her hand, the hooded figures spread out, allowing her a path to the ring, but the close behind her. She doesn’t back down, walking calmly to the ring apron. She motions for the music to be cut.}

Vivienne Rodgers: “Xavier will be here, but for now, I’ll carry this match…”

Rowan MacDonnough: “I looked forward to tearing the wings of the butterfly in front of Cross, but alas, I can get this on blu-ray, and when I get my hands on him...I’ll make him watch you choke on your blood and noble ambitions…”

{Vivienne slides into the ring quickly, standing up as Dean steps in front of Rowan, shaking his head.}

Vivienne Rodgers: “How ‘bout we ring the bell, and see if you’re all talk Rowan, because I’m not afraid of you.”

Vasco Dias: “Vivienne sure has guts, but I got a bad feeling that by the time we’re done, Rowan is going to show everyone in the sold-out crowd what they really look like.”

Terri Morasco: “Go Vivienne Go!”

{The Pack Acolytes near the desk, turn facing Vasco and Terri, as Vasco stands up.}

Vasco Dias: “We just got a job to do, so don’t be looking at my cohost like that…”

{Dean hands his belt off to one of the faceless keepers of The Pack, as he exits to the apron leaning on the post, excited. Rowan kneels down, stretching slightly as Vivienne packs into her corner, looking up at the ring entrance, before taking a deep breath. The referee reluctantly calls for the bell, as Vivienne and Rowan begin to circle one another. Charging forward, Rowan immediately looks to get the pain rolling with the ‘Eater of Souls’ Vivienne barely manages to react in time, catching Rowan by the wrist, but Vivienne is quickly backed into the corner as Rowan quickly throws a knee into the gut of Vivienne, as she leans over, Rowan grabs her by the back of the neck pushing her down onto the mat. Rowan quickly throws a kick at the head of Vivienne, who manages to react quick enough catching it. Slowly stand up, Rowan jumps up and down on her one leg to keep her balance as she flips backward breaking Vivienne’s grip of her leg, but as Rowan lands she’s turned inside out by a vicious clothesline by Vivienne Rodgers, but before Vivienne can capitalize, her leg is grabbed by one of the outsiders.}

Vasco Dias: “C’mon! This is ridiculous!”

Terri Morasco: “This...someone has to stop this, Vivienne is in the pit! All for Xavier, who god knows where he’s at?!”

{Vivienne slaps the mat, trying to get up by Rowan kicks her right in the stomach sending her rolling backward. Clutching her stomach, Rowan uses her high-speed offense, as Vivienne tries to pull herself up, Rowan propels herself off the middle rope, as she falls she strikes Vivienne right across the face with a hard right punch. Scrambling backward a bit, Vivienne clutches at her face, stumbling to her feet as she swings at Rowan, who ducks getting behind Vivienne her arm around her back as she drops hitting a vicious backbreaker across her Knee. Rowan smirks holding Vivienne there as she forces Vivienne backward across her knee as Vivienne refuses to let out any scream of pain, knowing that’s exactly what Rowan wants, as Rowan slowly lets go of Vivienne who rolls away quickly. Rowan kneels down, mocking Vivienne, as Vivienne lunges upwards ignoring the shooting pain up her back striking Rowan across the face with a hard left hand, sending Rowan backward a bit into the corner. Vivienne steps up, throwing a hard right into the gut of Rowan, but before she can mount any more offense, she’s grabbed again by the hooded figures at ringside, she steps back, kicking at their hands. But it’s enough time for Rowan to launch herself off the middle turnbuckle with a huge knee to the side of the head of Vivienne Rodgers. This time the referee clearly sees what’s going on begins to yell at the Pack acolytes, but his legs are grabbed immediately as he’s pulled to the outside.}

Vasco Dias: “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!”

Terri Morasco: “Please, anyone. Someone needs to do something!”

Vasco Dias: “Get Alison and get in the crowd!”

{We see Vasco grab a steel chair, hopping on top of the table causing a distraction allowing Terri and Alison get out of the fray. Just as Vasco is about to get taken down, we hear the crowd erupt, as Andrew Jacobsen is leading the charge down the entrance ramp, behind him is Pax Stormcrow, The Red Cap, Nick Hunter, and Nate Harris. Bringing up the rear guard is even The Artist currently known as Spike Kane, Trent Helms. They immediately begin clashing with the horde of hooded figures, they push the swarm back, but are unable to make a path to get to Vivienne, as Rowan puts her foot on the back of Vivienne’s neck, leaning down she grabs Vivienne by the wrists and begins pulling up, looking to dislocate her arms. Fight as they might, it seems for every hooded figure Team Free Will, and Trent Helms manage to take down, more seem to flood in. Vasco Dias, wielding his trusty steel chair, has managed to pull the referee from the fray, as the bell rings calling for an official end to the chaos. Dean Harper enters the ring, a microphone clutched in his hand as he kneels down next to Vivienne, grabbing her by the cheeks.}

Dean Harper: “Xavier isn’t coming dear, you may want to just go ahead and submit before my lady truly does rip the rings from a butterfly…”

{Shaking her head, Vivienne’s rebellious fire still burning. But she does scream out.}

Vivienne Rodgers: “XAVIER!!!!”

{The Impera-Tron lights up, as we see the parking lot, and a figure rushing closer and closer into camera view. Until we clearly see a bloodied and better for wear Xavier Cross, carrying a bat in his hand stained with blood. His shirt is ripped open, as he sprints through the corridors until he’s met by a handful of blood hoods, he doesn’t waste any more time, cracking the bat across their skulls refusing to let himself be held up. Meanwhile, in the ring, Rowan and Dean look at each other, a bit shocked as Vivienne uses this chance to roll forward knocking Rowan off of her, backing herself into the corner. Dean looks down at Rowan, before he begins to move slowly towards Vivienne who puts her hands up.}

Vasco Dias: “I’m back, and by god Xavier Cross is here! Team Free Will, Spike Kane...ergh, and by god Vasco Dias is fighting back against The Pack!”

{‘X Gon Give It To Ya’! Hits the loudspeakers, as the crowd erupts, Xavier marches out of the back spitting blood on the ground, as Jacobsen looks up, as Team Free Will makes one huge push, giving Xavier enough space to charge down the ring.}

Vasco Dias: “By god Xavier Cross, do it!”

{Cross slides under the ring, swinging wildly at Dean Harper, but before he can connect the lights immediately go out. Fading back up, the hooded figures are gone, as Team Free Will hits the ring. Cross drops the bat, checking on Vivienne, who shakes her head looking up at him worried at his bruises. Glancing up, Cross, as well as the cameras, see Rowan and Dean standing back at the top of the ramp, now flanked by the predominant members of The Pack. Xavier grabs a microphone quickly.}

Xavier Cross: “Y’know, I think everyone is getting really sick of your shit, you want to send your goons after me. You want to try to destroy this place from the inside out, well you can clearly see there are plenty of people standing in this ring who won’t let you. So I’m going to settle all my debts, Dean Harper, I owe you for that little gift a few pay per views back...so here’s how I’m going to return that favor...next week, at Sacrifice, you can name whatever stipulation you want for our title match. It doesn’t matter at this point...I know what I need to do now…”

{He tosses the microphone out of the ring, hitting right in front of the group of people. Dean smirks a bit, looking at Rowan, who nods her head before raising her hand, and with the lights gone, so are they.}

Vasco Dias: “Worse for wear, it looks like the locker room is uniting against this nonsense!”

Terri Morasco: “Vasco...you...saved us?”

Vasco Dias: “...If I let you guys get taken by the Pack too, I’d have to buy my own meals after the show…”

Terri Morasco: “Oh...you jerk…”

Vasco Dias: “But more so, Dean Harper has the ball in his court...and next week we will know exactly what he wants to do with it…”

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
BFC wants some goddamned Respect

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{Jess Fowler is signing some papers when the door gets opened without a knock and Charity Crowne followed by the rest of the BFC come walking into the room.}

Jess Fowler: Most people knock when entering an office.

Ciara O’Connor: Oi, Crowne Jewel is here to talk to you.

Jess Fowler: And she can make an appointment.

Charity Crowne: Listen here you jumped up little paper pusher…

{Jess looks up from the paperwork and tilts head slightly.}

Jess Fowler: All ears.

Charity Crowne: I want a title shot. I DEMAND a title shot.

Jess Fowler: My there are a lot of demands today.

Amber Cooke: You want me to fucking break something?

{Christina crosses her arms and sighs.}

Jess Fowler: You want another title shot? Fine. I can squeeze you in.

Charity Crowne: See? Was that so hard? Pleasure doing business.

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SINGLES MATCH
Warren Kane vs Andrew Jacobsen

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Terri Morasco: With everything going on tonight I can’t imagine this match will be easy for Andrew Jacobsen.

Vasco Dias: With the Age of God’s injuring Ethan King and The Pack attempting to keep Xavier Cross he’s likely to be off his game something terrible.

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

Terri Morasco: Andrew was the Imperial Champion for a record breaking amount of time. He’s more dedicated then I think you give him credit for.

Vasco Dias: He’s still human. Everyone has a breaking point mentally.

{The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him. Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}

Alison Valance: Coming down to the ring first, standing at 6’2’’ and weighing in at 235 pounds, The North Star, Andrew Jacobsen!

Terri Morasco: He looks focused.

Vasco Dias: He looks pissed. We all know anger can be a motivator but it can also get you off your game.

{The lights go out as the crowd chanting fills the arena.}

"UNDEAD! UNDEAD! UNDEAD!"

{As the song kicks in the tron explodes to life with a quick pyro as red and white strobe lights begin to flash. Warren Kane comes to the front of the stage and brings his arms up infront of his chest before extending them outwards and upwards creating a reaction from the crowd. He then heads towards the ring, clicking his neck, wrists and elbows to prepare for his match before jumping up onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and raising his arms once more. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as he drops into the ring.}

Alison Valance: Coming down to the ring, standing at 6’1’’ and weighing in at 205 pounds The Heir of Xtreme, Warren Kane!

Terri Morasco: Warren was the one to issue this challenge. With everything going on you have to wonder what was going through his mind to call Andrew out like that.

Vasco Dias: Maybe he’s just got some rage to express and the fact that Trent was fighting a kid made it an easy choice? Aj and Warren have a history after all.

{Andrew stands in his corner while Warren paces in his side looking angrily over at him.}

Terri Morasco: I wish I knew what was going through Warren’s head here.

Vasco Dias: He wants to crush AJ. That seems pretty clear.

{Just as the ref is about to ring the bell there comes a sound of a mic being turned on backstage.}

Terri Morasco: Oh my god, what now?

Vasco Dias: Always entertaining and unexpected things every Open Fight Night.

{“Spike Kane” comes walking down the ramp with a Hello Kitty backpack and a microphone in his hand making a way to the ring. Andrew and Warren before starting to yell at eachother, clearly thinking this was the other’s idea.}

Terri Morasco: What is he doing here?

Vasco Dias: You never know with Spike Kane…

{“Spike Kane” stands on the apron puts a finger up as he takes off the backpack and unzips it, pulling out a Superman lunch box and a Wonder Women lunchbox.}

Terri Morasco: You’ve…You’ve got to be kidding me.

Vasco Dias: When did he have time to do this after the matches he’s already had tonight?

{“Spike” hands the Superman lunch box to Andrew, clearly insisting he takes it. He then hands the lunch box to Warren who just glares at him so “Spike” sets it gently onto the mat.}

Vasco Dias: your father packed you a lunch, Warren. You should accept it.

Terri Morasco: … you’re the worst.

{Andrew opens the lunch box, looking at it and pulling out a ziplock bag with a PB&J with the crusts cut off and a baggie of orange slices. Warren glances down at the lunch box and then back up.}

Terri Morasco: What is his game plan here?

Vasco Dias: Making sure everyone eats before a match?

{“Spike” Leans on the ropes.}

Trent Helms: Hey kids, look, I know you want to get into a little fight here but as your father, Warren I have to object to this kind of thing.

Terri Morasco: this is going a little far even for him.

Vasco Dias: Why don’t you ever pack me a lunch Terri?

Terri Morasco: I am not your mother, Vasco.

{Andrew looks utterly confused while Warren looks to be seething with anger.}

Trent Helms: I’ve learned a lot about being a father. You know hands are not for hitting. So I think we should all just take a moment, eat the lunches I packed you. I know you would have preferred something with wolves or demons Warren but they didn’t have a very good selection at Target so you get Wonder Women. She’s a strong women, you know.

{“Spike” motion to the Tron.}

Trent Helms So we’re all going to sit down and watch some of the good and wholesome cartoons.

{The theme for The Disney Afternoon starts playing as clips of Ducktales, Tailspin start playing. The crowd pops either out of nostalgia or the utter outrageousness of the circumstances}

Terri Morasco: Can…Can we even play that on TV?

Vasco Dias: Spike Kane has the money to pay for the licensing rights I’m sure.

{“Spike Kane pulls out two blankets out his backpack, one Monster High themed and the other Pokémon themed and drapes them over Andrew and Warren.}

Trent Helms : Now you kids eat your snacks and watch this wholesome cartoon together until you no longer feel like hitting each other okay?

{Warren shrugs off the blanket. He hits “Spike” with a KIDD KICK knocking him off the apron and down to the floor. Warren then kicks the lunchbox out of the ring and turns on Andrew. Andrew drops the lunch box to the mat, his manager reaches in and takes it out of the ring. The ref signals for the bell.}

Terri Morasco: Well, uh, that was a strange way.

Vasco Dias: That was a perfectly good lunch and Warren just rejected it out of hand! Spike likely worked hard on that!

{Warren hits AJ with a jumping knee knocking the former Imperial champion down to the mat. Warren picks him up and hits him with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker.}

Terri Morasco: Warren is not wasting any time here.

Vasco Dias: Why would he? He’s clearly wanting to make a statement.

{Warren grabs AJ again and hits with a Fisherman’s suplex with everything he has. Aj struggles to his feet but Warren hits him with a pele kick knocking him back down.}

Terri Morasco: Warren is going all out here.

Vasco Dias: He’s the heir to Xtreme. He’s a member of The Pack. Taking AJ down would be a pretty impressive feat.

{Warren goes for a short arm clothes line knocking AJ down just as he was getting back up again. Warren grips him and does a snapmare.}

Terri Morasco: Warren continuing to take AJ down to the mat.

Vasco Dias: I’m not sure how much longer Jacobsen can take of this.

{Warren goes for the pin
1
2
KICKOUT}

Terri Morasco: AJ kicked out! He’s still going!

Vasco Dias: But for how much longer?

{Warren growls before hitting AJ with a Swinging Neckbreaker.}

Terri Morasco: Warren barely giving AJ a moment to breath.

Vasco Dias: He wants this win. He’s going to give it his all.

{Aj gets back to his feet, ducking another pele kick from Warren and hitting him with a Gutwrench suplex.}

Terri Morasco: AJ is back and getting some moves in!

Vasco Dias: He’s at a bit of a disadvantage here.

{AJ goes for the pin
1
KICK OUT!}

Terri Morasco: Warren kicking out

Vasco Dias: Warren has been on top of this match the whole time before this. You’re going to need a lot more to put him down.

{AJ hits Warren with a Discus chop followed by a double knee backbreaker.}

Terri Morasco: AJ said he was going to break Warren. Looks like he’s trying to keep his word.

Vasco Dias: Warren is stronger than a lot of people give him credit for.

{Aj goes for an arn Anderson spinebuster knocking Warren down to the mat. Warren is clearly in pain but rolls slightly pulling himself to his feet with the help of the rope. AJ hits him with a Cold Snap.}

Terri Morasco: AJ is not letting up. He really wants to keep Warren down.

Vasco Dias: AJ has something to prove. With everything that’s happened tonight it makes sense. But he isn’t going to win.

Terri Morasco: And how do you know that?

Vasco Dias: Because I pay attention.

{Warren struggles to his feet and hits AJ with a Enziguri before having some trouble getting back up himself. He manages to get AJ with a Double Underhook DDT.}

Terri Morasco: Warren trying to get some momentum back here.

Vasco Dias: but will it work?

{AJ hits Warren with a Borealis.}

Terri Morasco: That had to hurt.

Vasco Dias: Aj isn’t holding anything back here.

{AJ goes for the pin
1
2
KICK OUT!}

Terri Morasco: Another kick out from Warren.

Vasco Dias: He’s going to make AJ fulfill his promise of breaking Warren.

{Aj is clearly frustrated before hitting warren with a Gordie Howe Special.}

Terri Morasco: AJ is not giving up!

Vasco Dias: neither is Warren.

{AJ grapples Warren and knocks him back with a Hat Trick knocking him down with the triple rolling german suplexes. Warren gets out of the hold and hits AJ with a 'Splosion knocking the older man down to the mat.}

Terri Morasco: This match is wearing on them both.

Vasco Dias: How much longer can AJ go though? Warren isn’t giving up easy.

{Andrew takes a breath before hitting Warren with an ICE BREAKER knocking him hard to the mat. Andrew waits just a beat before hitting Warren with a LIGHTS OUT knocking Warren down to the mat cold.}

Terri Morasco: Andrew is not taking any chances now. He wants to make sure Warren stays down.

Vasco Dias: I’m not sure Warren is going to be getting up from that.

{Andrew goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}

Alison Valance: And your Winner ANDREW JACOBSEN!

{Andrew lets go of Warren and stands up. He is clearly feeling the match as the ref raises his hand in the air.}

Terri Morasco: Andrew managed to pull a win out here.

Vasco Dias: He had an advantage with Warren’s head still being with the confrontation of his ‘father’.

{ Andrew walks to the side of the ring where his manager is checking on him. “Spike Kane” pops back up next to her. It looks like he wants to have an argument with Andrew over what just happened. He is pointing to where Warren is in the ring. Andrew points at “Spike” and is clearly giving him the riot act on the whole situation.}

Terri Morasco: What is he doing?

Vasco Dias: Caring about his son, clearly.

{“Spike” takes the lunch box back from Dani, clearly very upset with how things went down. From the other side of the ring, Dean Harper jumps the barricade and enters the ring.}

Terri Morasco: Oh this is gonna get bad, isn’t it?

{Dean is in the ring with Warren, checking on him. “Spike” and Andrew both turn when Dani points it out. Andrew looks surprised but “Spike” looks frustrated, climbing into the ring. His shouting picks up by the Mic’s “LEAVE HIM ALONE”.}

Vasco Dias: Spike just wanted to check on his son, Harper. Come on.

{Warren is helped to his feet by Dean. Warren glares at Trent before the lights go out before coming back on leaving just “Spike” alone in the ring with Andrew and Dani standing on the sidelines.}

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BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Brooklyn and Vivienne confrontation

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{Vivienne is tying a pair of tennis shoes as she is dressed in street clothes when the light in the locker room flicker. Vivienne stands up just in time for the camera to catch Brooklyn suddenly behind her.}

Brooklyn: Hi Viv.

{Vivienne turns around to see Brooklyn standing there.}

Vivienne: What do you want, Brooklyn?

Brooklyn: You made a boast. You said you would take the place of anyone I wanted to hurt, didn’t you?

{Vivienne glances around the room.}

Vivienne: I did.

{Brooklyn smiles.}

Brooklyn: I want to hurt lots of people. If you want to be the number one on my list, let’s see if you can handle me all by yourself without backup or interference. I want to break you.

{Vivienne crosses arms.}

Vivienne: You can try.

{The lights go back to normal and Brooklyn is suddenly gone. Vivienne takes a deep breath before grabbing her bag and heading out of the room.}

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OPEN WEIGHT MATCH
Hope Freeman-Hall-Kane vs. Maxine Valentine

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Alison Valance: The Following Contest is scheduled for One Fall, and is for the IWF Openweight Championship!

Vasco Dias: It just wouldn’t be an OFN without an Openweight Match!

Terri Morasco: You said it Vasco – And tonight’s is looking to be one hell of a match indeed as The Pack challenges for what could be its third belt, which would give them command of half the titles in the company.

Alison Valance: Introducing first – Representing The Pack, from Arklay Missouri, weighing in at 235 pounds – MAXINE VALENTINE!

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

{The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as ‘The Wolf’ By Fever Ray starts to pay , and out stalks Maxine, Gas mask on her face, walking slowly to the ring and head bowed, even as the lights flicker red and green as she climbs the apron , eventually the mask is removed as she climbs in the ring and stalks her prey from side to side}

Vasco Dias: Maxine Valentine still relatively fresh off of her savage beating of Shea O’Hara…

Terri Morasco: Before this belt was rebranded, Maxine took this belt off of Shea back in the day. Now we’ll see if she has what it takes to take down one of the most impressive new members of the IWF Women’s Division.

Alison Valance: And her opponent… from Boston, USA – weighing in at 135 pounds… She is the IWF OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION… HOPE FREEMAN HALL KANE!!

{The lights go out and strobe lights flash wildly as Babymetal’s “Megitsune” blasts through the sound system. Slowly the stage fills with smoke and as the music builds to a crescendo a spotlight shines down on Hope Freeman-Hall-Kane one on knee at the top of the ramp. She rises and throws her arms out sideways as the lights flash on and off. Hope makes her way towards the ring, steel faced, preparing for what is to come. She rolls through the bottom rope and to a knee once more before throwing her arms out again as she rises to a huge cheer from the crowd…

… But while her back is turned, Maxine leaps into the ring – a bag in one hand, a steel chair in the other, and slams Hope in the back of the skull, sending the girl collapsing against the ropes!}

Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!

Vasco Dias: What just HAPPENED?!

{Maxine lays into Hope again and again with the steel chair, leaving Hope battered and bruised on the mat. Maxine grins savagely as she circles her downed opponent, taking the bag and pouring the contents onto the ground – a shimmering stream of tacks. She grabs Hope by the hair and wrenches the smaller girl to her feet and then planting Hope into the tacks with a DON’T LOOK DOWN!!}

Vasco Dias: The match hasn’t even started, but Maxine’s already throwing away her chances to win this title, there’s no way Hope can fight now…

Terri Morasco: Here comes security…

{Indeed, security personnel arrive in force and work to separate the two women, Maxine’s eyes wide with bloodlust as she fights against them to try to continue her attack on hope…}

Alison Valance: … ladies and Gentlemen, due to pre-match interference, the match has been determined a no-contest. Therefore, STILL IWF OPENWEIGHT CHAM-

Jess Fowler: Hold on just a minute, Alison!

{Jess Fowler steps out onto the ramp and looks over the carnage in the ring, letting out a light sigh and shaking his head before smiling at the audience.}

Jess Fowler: These ladies and gentlemen came here to see a wrestling show, Alison. An Open Fight Night, no less. Now I don’t know how Cable or Verona would handle something like this, but I’m not going to send them home without an Openweight Main Event – that’s what these people paid for when they came here, and that’s what they’re going to get. So regardless of whatever may or may not have happened before the match… this match is happening. Ring the damn bell!

Terri Morasco: WHAT?!

Vasco Dias: Has Jess Fowler lost his mind!?!

{The security personnel reluctantly leave the ring, leaving Maxine laughing brutally as she circles Hope, who the medical staff was forced to leave beaten on the mat. Hope struggles to her feet, eyes ablaze with the will to fight but her body clearly not responding the way she wants it to…}

DING!

{The second the Bell rings, Maxine surges forward and plants Hope immediately with the RIASTAD! She falls to the ground, crying out in pain as she lands on her back where many tacks are still embedded in her skin. Maxine goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!}

Vasco Dias: NO WAY!

Terri Morasco: This can’t be happening. Another title controlled by The Pack? What was Jess Fowler thinking?!

Alison Valance: Here is your winner… and NEW IWF OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION… MAXINE VALENTINE!

{“The Wolf” By Fever Ray plays triumphantly as Maxine takes the belt from the referee with a gloating look. She delivers another swift kick to Hopes ribs before leaving the ring, championship belt dragged carelessly across the floor.}

Sabin / Madjinn: I hereby request a notion that the TV championship records be retired, and thus, the Gladiators Championship starts anew! That way J-TV will never break my record! Jun 10, 2024 17:11:47 GMT

J-TV: It's gonna be a cold day in hell before you take this TV Title away from me. I bet I look damned good with two belts though. Jun 10, 2024 10:02:08 GMT