September 30th 2018
Pepsi Center, Denver, Colorado------------------------------------
SEGMENT Roundtable discussion------------------------------------
{The camera pans through the opening video package of Extreme Endurance ends we pan over the crowd with a few signs āTeam Age of Godsā, āIf Trent Wins we Riotā, āTeam Packā, āStep on me Charityā we go to the panelist table for the preshow where Rachel Grimes is sitting smiling.} Rachel Grimes: Ladies and Gentleman, Welcome to the Pre-Show panel for Extreme Endurance 2018. Tonight we will see every title defended, Heiress to the Throne will be announced, the Pack and The Age of Gods clash and a feud that has been going on for weekās ends with chains. I am Rachel Grimes and beside me as always is Tyler Jacobs.
{The camera pans to show Tyler sitting next to her smiling.} Tyler Jacobs: Thank you Rachel! I cannot describe how much I am looking forward to tonightās Pay Per View! We have all the titles on the line. With everything on the line there is no doubt in my mind that things are going to get intense this evening. We will likely see each of their super stars putting everything on the line.
{Someone clears their throat off camera.} Tyler Jacobs: And with Xavier Cross being out on Location at The Pack Compound our third member of our Panel is ā¦
{My Heart will Go On by Celine Dion as Trent walks down the ramp in a in bright yellow pants and a neon pink button up shirt, which he turns around and points at the back that has printed on it āBest Dadā printed on the back. He makes his way down to the table before sitting down with his feet on the fourth chair.} Trent Helms: Greetings Primates! Miss me? Of course you did.
Rachel Grimes: With the last panelists arrival we are ready to get things kicked off here tonight. Letās start with the Preshow Match. We have Jayson Matthews, former champion against a new member of The Age of Gods, Uriel Black. What are your thoughts on this?
Tyler Jacobs: Well, honestly this has been building up the last couple weeks. We saw Uriel Black break Ethan Kingās leg. We watched him take out General Eric. Then we saw Jayson jump him. He took a chair shot and got back up. Thatās not normal. I have to say I think Uriel is going to take the win here.
Trent Helms: See, not only is your facial hair a mess but youāre absolutely wrong there, Jacobs.
Tyler Jacobs: You think Jayson is going to win?
Trent Helms: No.
Rachel Grimes: Then who do you think is going to win?
Trent Helms: I donāt think they will be the pre-show match. We have the human sleeping pill in a match tonight and heās not on the Pre-Show? What kind of madness is this? I object. I demand a recount! This cannot be.
{Rachel sighs.} Rachel Grimes: I personally think Jayson has a better chance then you give him credit for Tyler. He held the Invictious championship, now Extreme Championship, for a record Amount of time. Heās more than proved he has what it takes to take out a man like Uriel. He took Andrew Jacobsen to his limit last year. I think Jayson has what it takes to get the win here.
Trent Helms: I feel like we should file a complaint about this being on the pre-show.
Rachel Grimes: Being on the show is an honor, āSpikeā.
Trent Helms: But Jayson is the BFF of my boy Warren and doesnāt deserve to be shoved to the Pre-Show when there is a piss break match coming up next anyways.
Tyler Jacobs: Letās just move on.
Rachel Grimes: After the preshow the first match on the card is Nighthawk vs Jason Sandman.
{Trent Yawns.} Tyler Jacobs: Sandman has been making a bit of noise this last year. He went after Xavier Crossā dead wife, heās threatened Nighthawkās wife-
{Trent Yawns again} Tyler Jacobs: Jason has been going after the psychological advantage in these last few months. He has always been a bastard but now he really is giving it his all. Nothing is off limits to him. Heās willing to do whatever it takes to win here.
Rachel Grimes: Itās true weāve had angels here in the past but Sandman is a different type all together.
Trent Helms: My money is also on Sandman. Heās got enough Edge to him I think he might actually make this match interesting. Being able to stay awake during a match just to get the chance to watch Sandman kick Nighthawkās ass will be worth it.
Rachel Grimes: I honestly think you are all forgetting how impressive Nighthawk is. He is a good guy. One of the few here. He has always gone out of his way to make things honorable around here. He is a pillar of the menās division. An attack on him is an attack on all of us. We should be behind him on this fight.
Tyler Jacobs: I understand where you are coming from Rachel but you have to admit with the way Jason has been doing things lately itās hard to imagine either coming out of this match undamaged.
Rachel Grimes: I get the feeling youāre not wrong.
Trent Helms: Letās move on to the real exciting match on the night.
Tyler Jacobs: I assume you mean the match you will against Warren Kane later tonight?
Trent Helms: Me and my baby boy are going to be having a match. Itās going to be something no one has ever seen before. Itās going to be wonderful. Itās going to blow your minds. It might actually give Nighthawk personality from seeing the wonder and the spectacle of it all!
Rachel Grimes: How did you manage to get Jess Fowler to agree to let you do this?
Trent Helms: I have a way with women.
Tyler Jacobs: I think Jess Fowler is a dude.
{Trent shakes his head.} Trent Helms: Jess is not the name of a boy.
Rachel Grimes: Itās sort of gender neutral.
Trent Helms: Where? Sweden?
Tyler Jacobs: I think heās from London.
Rachel Grimes: Iāve heard male, female and gender neutral to refer to our acting management.
Trent Helms: Someone ask what the gender is of our acting manager!
Tyler Jacobs: You canāt do that. You canāt do that.
Trent Helms: I am the biggest heel in this company. I can do whatever I want.
Rachel Grimes: Anyways, letās focus on the matchā¦
Tyler Jacobs: Right. So youāre facing Warren again. Honestly? I think Warren has a chance to beat you this time.
Trent Helms: My son wants to fight me but I donāt think just because I love him means I am going to go easy on him. He needs to learn to listen to his father. Sometimes you have to give tough love, and thatās what I plan to give him tonight.
Rachel Grimes: I think Warren has a chance against you tonight. He was part of the tag team that beat you and Xavier Cross a couple weeks ago.
Trent Helms: Just because he had his boytoy with him and Xavier couldnāt focus doesnāt mean he has a shot at me tonight. Heās not going to beat me.
Tyler Jacobs: As much as Iām sure I am going to regret this, I agree with Trent.
Rachel Grimes: No, really?
Tyler Jacobs: Warren has been quiet. There hasnāt been so much as a tweet from him since the tag team match. We canāt know where his head is at. We canāt know what he wants. We donāt know how much āSpikeāsā mind games have been affecting him.
Trent Helms: Thank you, Tyler. Youāre place in the afterlife is now assured.
Tyler Jacobs: Iā¦ What?
Rachel Grimes: The next match on the card is one Iām honestly looking forward to.
Tyler Jacobs: I have to admit I am, also excited to see how this plays out. We have Fiona McFly on her return path being put into a title shot for the Open Weight with second time Champion Maxine Valentine.
Trent Helms: I am not sure who I want to win. Do you think Fiona is going to use that whip against Maxine? How do you think that will go? Will there be a mud pit? I feel like we should have a mud pit.
Rachel Grimes: Off topic, Trent.
Trent Helms: No, no. I think itās important.
Tyler Jacobs: Personally? Iām rooting for Fiona to win this. Sheās really come back with a drive this time. She has made a few impassioned speeches. She has gone out of her way to call attention to the corruption of The Age of Godas and The Pack.
Trent Helms: So you didnāt know they were evil before?
Tyler Jacobs: I didnāt say that.
Rachel Grimes: As much as I want Fiona to take the belt away from Maxine I have to give it to her. Maxine is a powerhouse. She is strong. She shows no mercy. She has always been someone not to take lightly and getting the belt back in her hands only proved that as far as Iām concerned.
Tyler Jacobs: But you canāt ignore that Fiona. She has her heart and sul in this business. Sheās in this alone and sheās here for the love of the sport.
Trent Helms: Sure, and love is all you need. But counter point, what does love got to do with it?
Rachel Grimes: I canāt believe you are using songs to counter this.
Trent Helms: Believe me.
Tyler Jacobs: I think that was another song.
Trent Helms: Donāt have the proof.
{Rachel sighs.} Rachel Grimes: Letās move on.
Tyler Jacobs: Next up is the Strong Style Match.
Trent Helms: I miss when it was called the Man of Steel.
Tyler Jacobs: We have Bob Pooler against the Oracle. What are your thoughts on this?
Rachel Grimes: As much as I want Bob to win, it seems like Oracle has his number.
Trent Helms: Itās public information, not hard to find.
Tyler Jacobs: I think Bob will be able to put Oracle down this time. I think this will be the moment. Bob has proven time and again he can go up against the best of them. Heās beaten Pax Stormcrow and Nighthawk. I think he can get a victory here. Heās driven. Heās not going to let these mind games continue.
Trent Helms: Mind games are the best way to get a victory.
Rachel Grimes: I agree with you Tyler, but I think Oracle is always one step ahead of Bob. I think we might see a new title for the Age of Godās tonight.
Trent Helms: Can it really be the age of Gods if Iām not in it?
Rachel Grimes: It was named that for the real Spike Kane.
Trent Helms: I am the real Spike Kane.
Tyler Jacobs: Do you have an opinion on who will win this match, āSpikeā?
Trent Helms: We saw how this went down last time. Bob gets knocked around but keeps the belt. Iāll lay good money on that being the same here.
Rachel Grimes: Interesting choice.
Trent Helms: Letās move onto the really interesting match of the night. My baby girl against a girl who has the same name as my sister.
Tyler Jacobs: I believe Charity Crowne won the right to be the real Charity in a match.
Trent Helms: Thatās insulting and rude.
Rachel Grimes: As much as I am loathe to admit it, I think Dawn is going to keep the belt this match. I donāt know whatās going on with her lately but I think itās just enough of an edge to get the win here.
Tyler Jacobs: Charity, the Crowne jewel, canāt be undersold though. She has come out the victor in scarier odds. She is not someone to underestimate. She can be a lot tougher then people give her credit for. Sheās driven. She has her eye on a belt and I think this might be the moment she gets it.
Rachel Grimes: But Dawn is fighting for her faction. Sheās got a lot more riding on this then Charity wanting to prove herself.
Trent Helms: Sheās a Kane. Sheās not going to go down without taking Other Charity down with her.
Rachel Grimes: Alright it looks like the pre-show is about to start.
Tyler Jacobs: Letās go live to Terri and Vasco.
{Trent pulls up a carton of popcorn and starts eating it loudly before the camera switches.}------------------------------------
Pre-show MATCHUriel Black vs Jayson Matthews------------------------------------
Alison Valance: the following match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Morasco: Welcome to the Pre-show match tonight on Extreme Endurance.
{The camera pans to Terri and Vasco sitting at the announcement table.}Vasco Dias: We are starting things off with a hard hitting match thatās for sure.
Terri Morasco: A clash between a member of The Pack and The Age of Gods.
Vasco Dias: Does Jayson really count as a Pack member though? He was brought over during the Apocalypse match
{The drum fill kicks in the door and the guitar riff of 311ās Perfect Mistake starts blasting over the PA system.}āListen Up!ā
{The arena lights start changing from orange to black on the beat and Jayson Matthews comes bouncing from behind the curtain and head banging to the riff. He jams to the verse as he starts to walk down the ramp, slapping fives with as many fans as he can on either side. }This is the next stage, we turn the page
We're gonna wreck a place when we take the stage
Roll up your sleeves, get down with me
It's going off in the pit like you wouldn't believe
Alison Valance: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan ā¦ā¦JAYSON MATTHEWS!
{Jayson stands at the end of the ramp and stares into the ring and he starts to bounce up and down and hypes himself up and as soon as the chorus hits he dives into the ring forward rolls onto his feet and runs over to the side opposite the ramp and leans over the ring. While the lights strobe orange and black.}āOhhhhhhhhhh
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.}Terri Morasco: Jayson looks hyped up over this match.
Vasco Dias: He attacked Uriel last week on Sacrifice. One would hope he was prepared for this match.
{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 walks to a corner and kneels in prayer once more, waiting for the match to begin.}Alison Valance: Weighing in at 285 pounds, hailing from Glenfinnan, Lochaber, Scotland ā¦ā¦URIEL BLACK!
{Both man stand in their corners waiting for the bell to ring.}Terri Morasco: With everything going on between the Pack and Age of Gods Iām surprised that this is the first boiling point match weāve had in a while.
Vasco Dias: Jayson wants Godās attention. He figures the best way to get that is by going after his fallowers. Not the kind of move I would do myself.
{The ref looks between the two men and signals for the bell. Jayson rushes out of his corner and hits Uriel with a diving kick to the face, backing off slightly.}Terri Morasco: Jayson with a strong opening here.
Vasco Dias: Heās got to throw everything he has at Uriel. A big guy like that is not going to go down easy.
{Jayson hits Uriel with a running knee.}Terri Morasco: If Jayson can keep this up he might have figured out how to handle Uriel.
Vasco Dias: I wouldnāt be so quick to assume that. Uriel is not some fresh faced loser. He is on of Godās chosen.
{Jayson waits for Uriel to get back up before hitting him with a spinning wheel kick.}Vasco Dias: Uriel is playing the long game here. Heās not putting in any defense.
Terri Morasco: Ever think maybe Jayson might just be that good?
Vasco Dias: Iām not denying his ability but there is no way heād be subdued this easily.
{Jayson bonces, taking in the cheers from the crowd before going into a springboard flying forearm into Uriel.}Vasco Dias: Long game, Iām telling you.
Terri Morasco: Keep telling yourself that.
{Jayson hits Uriel with a hurricanranna, knocking the bigger man down again. Jayson looks into the camera and points at Uriel, āWhere is God now?ā}Terri Morasco: Bold move from Jayson.
Vasco Dias: You donāt want God to come for you right now.
{Jayson goes for a Jayson Matthews Experience.}Vasco Dias: Jayson is over-confident here.
Terri Morasco: Heās winning. He has every right to be.
{Jayson drags Uriel to the center of the ring.}Terri Morasco: Jayson has this in the bag.
{Jayson goes for the pin
1
2
HEADBUTT}Vasco Dias: HA! Told you!
Terri Morasco: You canāt really believe that can you?
Vasco Dias: Why canāt I?
Terri Morasco: Jayson was winning!
Vasco Dias: Uriel was letting his exhaust himself.
{Jayson staggers backwards holding his head, Uriel sits up with a determined look on his face. He stands up and drags Jayson to the turnbuckle}Vasco Dias: Oh this is going to be glorious.
Terri Morasco: I donāt like the look of this.
{Uriel takes a Running knee to the head of Jayson as he was seated against the turnbuckle.}Terri Morasco: Ouch! Oh, that looked painful.
Vasco Dias: Urielās just getting started here.
Terri Morasco: Donāt sound so happy, Vasco.
{Uriel goes for a Running knee drop.}Vasco Dias: Show that non-believer , Uriel!
Terri Morasco: Youāre not going to even pretend to be impartial are you?
{Uriel grabs Jayson up and hits him with a Powerslam.} Vasco Dias: Uriel isnāt going to let Jayson win this. Heās fighting for a higher cause.
Terri Morasco: And Jayson isnāt?
{Uriel picks Jayson back up and hits him with a Suffer for Faith, knocking him into the turnbuckle.}Vasco Dias: Oh, did you hear that sound? Thatās the sound of Uriel ending this match.
{Uriel goes for the pin
1
2
KICK OUT!}Vasco Dias: That was a slow count!
Terri Morasco: Iā¦I have to agree that did seem a little slow.
{Uriel hits Jayson with a Backbreaker.}Vasco Dias: Uriel not losing a step here.
{Jayson gets up and Uriel hits him with a Short-arm clothesline.}Terri Morasco: Uriel does seem to have Jayson where he wants him.
{Uriel grabs Jayson and hits him with a Wrath's Ruin. Knocking Jaymat to the mat. Jayson quickly gets back up and moves out of Urielās grip, breathing hard.}Terri Morasco: Jayson might be able to turn this whole thing around!
{Jayson manages to get a tornado ddt on Uriel.}Vasco Dias: Jayson is clearly struggling but heās throwing everything he has at this.
{Jayson hits a spinning wheel kick to Urielās midsection.}Vasco Dias: I wouldnāt do that, personally.
Terri Morasco: Why?
{Jayson goes for a spinning backfist but Uriel dodges and hits Jayson with a Back elbow.}Vasco Dias: Uriel is more ring aware then Jayson thought heād be.
{Jayson goes for a RibKracker, hitting Uriel like a truck.}Vasco Dias: Jayson is not going to get what he wants here.
Terri Morasco: How do you know?
Vasco Dias: I can tell, Terri. I pay attention.
Terri Morasco: What? Like Iām not?
{Jayson goes for the pin
1
HEADBUTT.}Terri Morasco: Ow.
Vasco Dias: See? Told you.
{Uriel hits Jayson with a Deliverance, knocking him down hard.}Terri Morasco: These two are going all out here.
Vasco Dias: This might be a pre-show match but that doesnāt mean it isnāt going to be violent and amazing.
{Uriel goes for the pin
1
KICK OUT!}Vasco Dias: Jayson is just not giving up here.
Terri Morasco: Why should he? This is his chance to get Angelās attention.
{Jayson stands up breathing hard as he looks at Uriel who seems to be breathing a little hard himself.}Terri Morasco: These two are going all at it here.
Vasco Dias: They both have something to prove.
{Jayson goes for a superkick to knock Uriel down, hitting him once. Jayson hits him again and then again.}Terri Morasco: I think Jayson is getting tired of Uriel not going down.
{Uriel hits Jayson with a Hammerlock Russian legsweep.}Terri Morasco: Uriel is making an example here.
Vasco Dias: Of course he is.
{Uriel lifts Jayson to his feet.} Vasco Dias: Uriel isnāt going to let Jayson go without really feeling Godās Wrath.
{Uriel grabs Jayson and Jayson tries to get out of his grip.}Terri Morasco: This could really go either way at this point.
Vasco Dias: Only you would think that. Itās obvious how this is going to end.
{Uriel gets the advantage and hits Jayson with a Pride's Penance.}Terri Morasco: Ouch. That canāt feel good.
Vasco Dias: This isnāt a pillow fight match, Terri. Itās got to hurt.
{Uriel picks Jayson up and hits him with a FINAL SACRAMENT.}Terri Morasco: This might be it.
Vasco Dias: Yes! Praise be!
{Uriel goes for the pin
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3!!}Alison Valance: Winner by pin fallā¦ Uriel Black!
Terri Morasco: Uriel did it. He beat Jayson Matthews.
Vasco Dias: Uriel has faith, of course, he beat a lap dog of The Pack.
{Uriel stands up victorious as his theme plays over the PA. The ref tries to lift his arm but Uriel pulls back.}.Vasco Dias: And thatās back to you at the pre-show panel.
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SEGMENT Roundtable discussion------------------------------------
Rachel Grimes: Thank you Vasco and Terri. Well, that Open match sure did blow my expectation. Neither Jayson nor Uriel let things go easy just because they were on the pre-show.
Tyler Jacobs: Youāre Right, Rachel. It was pretty impressive.
Trent Helms: Bored.
Rachel Grimes: Right, Well without further ado letās get onto the last three matches of the night. This is where things are going to get really intense.
Tyler Jacobs: Right, first up we have the rematch that I personally have been waiting for. We have Mike vs Angel for the Extreme title in a cage match. Mike got to set the terms for this match. God had Uriel and Oracle go after Mike. Mike beat God before as he has pointed out many times. If Mike can tap into that energy again here, he can take out āGodā without a problem.
Trent Helms: He bores me.
Rachel Grimes: Who does?
Trent Helms: the so called God is afraid to face me, despite me being open and willing to face him. He ignores Jayson Matthewās challenges every Open Fight Night. Listening to a Lazzy promo is like watching a rerun of a terrible TV show. Maybe once it was interesting but now? I donāt care.
Rachel Grimes: So you donāt want either to win?
Trent Helms: Of course I want someone to win. I want Jayson to run in the middle of the match and lay them both out. After the last match he really wants Godās attention thatās how he should get it. Itās pretty simple if you ask me.
Rachel Grimes: Itās a cage match, Spike.
Trent Helms: Be under the ring. Itād be something to really spice things up.
Tyler Jacobs: You donāt think the rematch of the year is enough?
Trent Helms: No. I want to see something exciting.
Rachel Grimes: Honestly with the way things have been going for Angel the last few months I think he might beat Mike this time.
Tyler Jacobs: How do you figure that?
Rachel Grimes: You have to admit there is something different about him this time. I think he could really take Mike to the mat. I think things could go much differently this time.
Trent Helms: I think Jayson is going to surprise everyone.
Rachel Grimes: Alright, now letās move on to the Womenās World title match.
Trent Helms: A little bit of the same from last month isnāt it?
Tyler Jacobs: Brooklyn wanted to face Vivienne again. I donāt blame her. If I had the Best Friends Club interrupting my match Iād want a rematch too. Brooklyn has come a long way since Diamond in the Rough. Sheās a power house. She has taken down everyone who has attempted to come after her title. She clearly doesnāt want anyone whispering that maybe Vivienne could have pulled it off at the last minute. She needs to beat Vivienne.
Rachel Grimes: I wouldnāt say she needs to beat Vivienne. Sheās proven herself a champion regardless. Vivienne is a hard women to be in the ring with but Brooklyn doesnāt need to beat her to prove her worth. She just needs to keep working hard.
Trent Helms: Itās odd not having Xavier here to defend his lady love.
Tyler Jacobs: Do you have an opinion on the match, Trent?
Trent Helms: I think it will end much the same as last week. I think The Best Friends Club are going to pull something. Maybe the Age of Gods will get involved. Who knows?
Rachel Grimes: Interesting perdiction.
Trent Helms: I understand how the world works. I understand petty revenge schemes. Iām Spike Kane.
Rachel Grimes: Right, well, letās move on to the last match.
Tyler Jacobs: Dean Harper and Xavier Cross. Going head to head at The Pack Compound. We havenāt seen that locations since the fateful Fiona vs Lindsey fight.
Rachel Grimes: Youāre right. Itās a barbaric setting. Fiona barely escaped. Given the history between these two I canāt imagine how Cross must be feeling.
Tyler Jacobs: True, he was kept in the Compound for a couple of months and tortured. Dean has been a torn in Xavierās side since he was recruited to The Pack.
Trent Helms: You mean kidnapped?
Tyler Jacobs: Yes, kidnapped.
Rachel Grimes: Dean Harper goes hard. He puts most rivals to their limits. Even with how he achieved the Menās World Title. He was involved in the Joker in the Pack against Xavier and managed to get a leg up there. I donāt know if he can pull off a victory in Deanās own backyard.
Tyler Jacobs: I have to agree. Xavier might be in the best shape of his life, but Dean knows his moves too well. He knows how to get into Xavierās head. I canāt see this ending in anyway that isnāt with Dean still World Champion.
Trent Helms: I think Xavier can pull it off. He wouldnāt tell me what he has planned but I know heās got something up his sleeve.
Tyler Jacobs: Is that why he brought Redcap?
Trent Helms: He brought Redcap because he knew I was busy with my own match or you know he would have had me there to be his second in a heartbeat.
Rachel Grimes: Really?
Tyler Jacobs: He seems to despise you.
Trent Helms: Even he knows when fighting a monster you should have a God in your corner.
Rachel Grimes: Iām not sure Iād call Dean needs a God per sayā¦
Tyler Jacobs: There is something about him.
Trent Helms: Personification of many of the roosterās gay panic? A being fueled by sex and spite? Rowanās lapdog? My future son in law?
Rachel Grimes: Iā¦What?
Trent Helms: Heās spooky and all. I think Xavier can beat him. He knows how to handle him. Heās a man with a plan.
Rachel Grimes: Well, we will certainly see.
{Tyler puts a finger to his ear.} Tyler Jacobs: I got a message from managementā¦ Looks like Extinction Even 2018 is about to begin. Thank you so much for joining us for the pre-show. We hope you enjoyed it.
Rachel Grimes: We hope you enjoy the show.
Trent Helms: Remember to Vote for me as the sexiest man on the IWF rooster.
{The camera catches Rachel looking a little shocked and Tyler rubbing his temples before the camera shifts back to the announcer table.} ------------------------------------
CHAIN MATCHNighthawk vs Jason Sandman------------------------------------
{ 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: The war of words between Jason Sandman and Nighthawk looks to come to an end tonight as the two are locked together by a steel chain at the wrist!
Vasco Dias: Nighthawk is an amazing wrestler. This isnāt going to be a wrestling match. I hope heās prepared.
{ 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 was born to be in this sort of environment, I have to question Nighthawkās sanity accept this type of match.
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk wants to beat Jason Sandman at his own game, simple as that.
{ The referee is now attaching the leather bracelets to the wrists of Nighthawk and Jason Sandman, the long chain in between them tying them together. }Terri Morasco: These two men have a long and storied history.
Vasco Dias: The rivalry between Nighthawk and Jason Sandman dates all the way back to PWA, one of the predecessors to IWF.
Terri Morasco: Theyāve been in nearly every type of match you can think of but this is a first between them. Chained together at the wrist. The only way to win is submission or knockout.
Vasco Dias: Iād love to say Nighthawk stands a chance here but Sandman is a master of mutilation. This sort of match is his domain.
Terri Morasco: It will be an uphill battle for Nighthawk but if he didnāt believe with all of his heart he could win then he wouldnāt be standing in that ring.
{ The referee calls for the bell and almost immediately Jason Sandman starts to reel Nighthawk in. Nighthawk tries his past to part his legs and gain the upper hand but Jason is just too strong and slowly pulls Nighthawk across the ring. }Vasco Dias: Sandman using his size and strength advantage right from the get go.
Terri Morasco: It will take so much more than that to put the man of 1000 holds down.
{ Nighthawk is within arms reach of Jason who reaches out for him but Nighthawk quickly uses the chain to ensnare Sandman and bring him down with a chain assisted arm drag! }Terri Morasco: Smart use of the chain by Nighthawk!
{ Sandman is right back to his feet and charges toward Nighthawk who forward rolls out of the way. Jason collides with the turnbuckles and turns into a chain assisted snapmare out of the corner. Nighthawk follows right up with a hard shin kick across the back of Jason Sandman. Sandman is stunned and Nighthawk hits the ropes and comes back with a basement dropkick on the seated Jason Sandman! }Terri Morasco: Nighthawk has the speed advantage and heās using it!
Vasco Dias: Nighthawk is looking good in the opening minutes of this match but can he keep the pressure on long enough to win?
{ Nighthawk takes the opening to head to the corner. Nighthawk climbs up to the top rope and jumps off but Jason Sandman has found his way back to his feet and uses a length of the chain to swat Nighthawk out of the sky with a baseball bat swing to the gut!!! }Vasco Dias: Sandman with the chain!
Terri Morasco: Brutal!!!
{ Nighthawk is down on his belly and Jason wields the chain like a whip as he raises it over his head and brings it down across the back of Nighthawk!!! }Vasco Dias: JESUS!
{ Sandman rips at the shirt of Nighthawk and exposes his bare skin, then with a sick grin Sandman holds the chair up over his head again and brings it crashing down over the back of the wrestling machine!!! Nighthawk screams out in pain as Jason holds the chain up a second time and whips Nighthawk as hard as he can! Nighthawk rolls over onto his back, exposing his chest and Sandman doesnāt even hesitate to whip him a third time! }Terri Morasco: Sandman is lighting Nighthawk up!
Vasco Dias: You can already see the welts forming on the flesh of Nighthawk!
Terri Morasco: This is just disgusting!
{ Jason Sandman takes the chain and wraps it around the throat of Nighthawk then proceeds to drag his body to the edge of the ring. Sandman climbs over the top rope and jumps down to the floor. With two fists full of chain Sandman starts to pull and haul the body of Nighthawk up until he is hanging from the ropes by the neck! }Vasco Dias: Sandman is trying to choke the life out of Nighthawk!
Terri Morasco: Jesus, is it too early for the referee to call this a knockout!?
Vasco Dias: Way too soon!
{ Jason Sandman laughs sadistically as Nighthawk struggles to get free. Finally Sandman pulls again and drags Nighthawk up and over the top rope where his body falls limp on the ring apron. Sandman smirks before grabbing a length of chain and looks to whip Hawk again but Nighthawk is able to fire off a jab to the throat that causes Jason to stumble backward. Nighthawk pulls himself up, still struggling to breath and uses the ropes to springboard off and connect with a split legged moonsult on Jason Sandman! }Terri Morasco: Nighthawk just created an opening!!!
Vasco Dias: Now he just needs to capitalize!
{ Nighthawk begins to wrap the chain around his right arm as Jason Sandman starts to stand up. Nighthawk fires off a chain wrapped European upper cut, then another and another and another and drives Jason further back up the steel ramp. Nighthawk runs in and connects with a step up enzugiri then turns around and hits BLIND FAITH!!! Sandman stumbles and drops to a knee! Nighthawk unravels the chain and runs toward Sandman using the chain for extra leverage on a roll over reverse neckbreaker! }Terri Morasco: What a neckbreaker from Hawk on the ramp!
Vasco Dias: I take back what I said earlier. Nighthawk is absolutely prepared for this match!
Terri Morasco: Heās not just a wrestling machine, heās a wrestling wikipedia, meaning heās seen every match type there is and more than likely mastered it!
{ Nighthawk stands up, visibly hurting but he doesnāt let it phase him as he pulls Sandman further up the ramp to the top of the stage. Nighthawk uses the chain to pull Jason up by the throat. Hawk uses the leverage of the chain to whip Jason Sandman into the stage backdrop and runs after him with a cannonball senton against the staging!!! }Terri Morasco: We are seeing a much more vicious side of Nighthawk tonight!
Vasco Dias: This man is a calculated killer when he wants to be!
{ Nighthawk pulls himself, the match obviously wearing on him but he shakes it off. Nighthawk grabs Sandman by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Jason Sandman suddenly fires off the Kiss the Demon or the Angel will Rise!!! Stunning Nighthawk who gives Sandman his back. Jason doesnāt even hesitate to hit the GORE from behind and drive Nighthawk face first into the stage! }Vasco Dias: GORE!!!!
Terri Morasco: Sandman saw an opening and he took it!
Vasco Dias: Thatās what makes him dangerous! He can just absorb pain until an opening presents itself!
{ Jason wraps the chain around the neck of Nighthawk and slowly drags him toward the edge of the stage. }Terri Morasco: Oh God! What the hell is Sandman planning!?
Vasco Dias: The death of the wrestling wikipedia!
{ Jason uses the chain to pull Nighthawk up to his feet. With the standing body of Hawk in hand Sandman hoists him up over his head and then the two of them go off the stage, Sandman delivering the LONG DROP AND A QUICK STOP THROUGH A GROUPING OF TABLES NEXT TO THE STAGE!!! }Vasco Dias: HOLY HELL!!!!
Terri Morasco: MY GOD!!!!
Vasco Dias: Sandman may have just killed himself trying to kill Nighthawk!!!
Terri Morasco: I think dying would be a blessing as opposed to the pain theyāre probably in!!!
{ A group of referees and medical staff come pouring out from the back but almost instinctively Sandman gets to his feet and starts to push them away. }Terri Morasco: Is Jason insane!?
Vasco Dias: Obviously!!!
{ Sandman grabs Nighthawk and pulls him from the rubble. Jason drags the body of Nighthawk away from the remnants of the table and down the side of the stage toward the ring. Jason looks to whip Nighthawk into the ring but Hawk is able to reel in enough of the chain to use his body weight against Sandman and instead sends Jason flying into the ring apron! }Terri Morasco: Nighthawk with a calculated counter!
{ Sandman looks to come right back after Nighthawk who manages to connect with a devastating superkick! Jason staggers on his feet and Nighthawk leaps into the air with a sickening tornado ddt onto the padded floor! Nighthawk grabs the prone Sandman and pulls him up to his feet only to lay him out again but this time with the CHI TOWN DRIVER!!! }Vasco Dias: CHI TOWN DRIVER!!!!!
Terri Morasco: This match could be over after that!!!
{ Nighthawk looks beat to all hell and lays out on the floor, Sandman is doing no better and the referee checks on both. Nighthawk says heās good to go and Sandman simply shakes his head no. }Terri Morasco: How the hell are these two still moving!?
Vasco Dias: Sheer refusal to quit!
{ Nighthawk starts to stand first, using the ring apron to get fully vertical. Sandman is still down but Nighthawk isnāt going to let him recover. Nighthawk pulls Sandman up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, Hawk follows under the bottom rope. Nighthawk starts to climb to the top rope, Jason Sandman gets to his feet. Nighthawk leaps off the top but Sandman moves, Nighthawk lands on his feet and turns just in time to catch Sandman with a European Uppercut and then a pop up Michinoku Driver!!! }Terri Morasco: The determination of Nighthawk is amazing.
Vasco Dias: He clearly wants to win this match, perhaps more than even Sandman!
{ Nighthawk slowly pulls Sandman up to his feet and starts to set him up for the Orange Crush Bomb but Jason pushes him off and catches Nighthawk in the gut with the chain! Sandman starts to unload on the back of Nighthawk with multiple chain whips to the point that several bloody gashes are opened across the back of the wrestling machine! Sandman doesnāt look content with the damage and pulls Nighthawk in for the NEW AGE FACE LIFT! }Vasco Dias: NEW AGE FACE LIFT!!!
Terri Morasco: Jesusā¦ Nighthawk is bleedingā¦
Vasco Dias: You had to know there was going to be blood.
{ Jason takes a fist full of chain and starts to whip Nighthawk again and again and again and again to the point that it is absolutely sickening to look at. Nighthawk is bleeding badly from several wounds on his bare back but Sandman doesnāt let up. Bruises begin to from underneath the blood. Sandman still isnāt satisfied as he wraps the chain around his fist. Nighthawk tries to stand and Sandman just clocks him across the cheek with a chain wrapped right hand! }Vasco Dias: That has to be it!!!
{ But Nighthawk persists, he tries to stand. Jason just laughs and then connects with Daddyās dental work!!! }Terri Morasco: Curb Stomp!
Vasco Dias: That has to be lights out for Nighthawk!?
Terri Morasco: You would think so!
{ Jason rolls out of the ring as the referee checks on Nighthawk. Nighthawk is still awake and he tells the referee he wishes to continue. Jason in the mean time has pulled a table out from under the ring. }Terri Morasco: Sandman has evil intentions.
{ Sandman slides the table into the ring but then he also pulls out a ladder and slides that in as well. }Terri Morasco: What the hell is Sandman planning!?
Vasco Dias: Something terrible.
{ Jason pulls out a second table, slides it into the ring and then a black bag. }Terri Morasco: This isnāt good.
{ Jason heads back into the ring now. Sandman whips Hawk across the chest a couple more times with the chain before turning his attention to the tables. Sandman sets up one table in the center of the ring, then he unfolds the second table and places it on top of the first. Jason then takes the ladder and stands it up near the ropes. Nighthawk starts to stand up but Sandman grabs him for a big time spine buster and lays him back out. Finally Jason grabs the black bag and starts to climb the ladder. }Vasco Dias: Terri, I donāt like this.
Terri Morasco: Me either.
{ Jason stands on the third to highest rung and begins to pull Nighthawk by the chain toward the ladder, Nighthawk struggles but is slowly pulled up the ladder toward Jason Sandman. Jason lays in some hard right hands to the face of Nighthawk as his limp body hands off the ladder. Jason climbs up to the second to highest rung then reaches into the black bag pulling out lighter fluid!!! }Terri Morasco: NO!!!!!
Vasco Dias: YES!!!!
{ Sandman sprays the lighter fluid all over the tables then reaches into the bag again and pulls out a zippo lighter. Jason ignites the lighter and smiles before throwing it onto the tables setting the double decker tables on fire!!!! }Terri Morasco: Heās going to kill Nighthawk!!!!
Vasco Dias: I THINK THAT WAS THE PLAN!!!!
{ Jason pulls Nighthawk up to the top of the ladder but Nighthawk manages to block him and connect with a European upper cut! Nighthawk uses the chain now and hits a forearm shot! Sandman is staggered and Nighthawk grips him and both men go flying off the ladder and through the flaming tables for an ORANGE CRUSH BOMB!!!! }Vasco Dias: OH MY GOD!!!
Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!!
{ Medical staff come pouring out from the back as Nighthawk is just barely able to make his way to his feet. Jason Sandman is completely out as the flames are extinguished. But Nighthawk hasnāt had enough and grabs Sandman, locking him into the HANGMANāS CLUTCH! USING THE CHAIN FOR LEVERAGE!!! Sandman almost immediately taps out!!! }Alison Valance: Your winner by submission!!! NIGHTHAWK!!!!
{ Nighthawk collapses as his music plays! }Vasco Dias: I donāt believe it!!!
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk managed to pick up the win but at what cost to his body!?
Vasco Dias: A costly one!
{ Nighthawk lays on the mat panting for air as we head to a video package for the next match. }------------------------------------
SEGMENTHeiress To The Throne Announcement------------------------------------
Any women, not a champion is entered into the Heiress to the throne for 2018HEIRESS TO THE THRONE!
Anyone in the Heiress to the Throne who does not hold a belt is eligible to earn points in any match they are in.
10 points for submission victory
5 points for pinfall victory
3 points for count out or dq victory
0 points for draw
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Plus Ultra championshipWarren Kane vs "Spike Kane"------------------------------------
{Warren wins}
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SEGMENT Rob Diamond for the future------------------------------------
The following campaign ad is brought to you by the people for Rob Diamond, President of the Future.
{ The ominous tones of the Whoās āTeenage Wastelandā play over shots of James Gilmore shaking hands, kissing babies, taking photo ops with the great and varied people of the Future United States of America. }āJames Gilmore. Elected President of the Future United States of America.ā
{ We see Gilmore seated in the oval office screaming into the fabled red phone as missiles are cgiāed into the background. }āHe promised to Make America Great Again.ā
{ A woman wearing the mask of the great hero, Guy Faukes sits before a black background. }āJames Gilmore ran over my dog.ā
{ A shot of James Gilmore, his hands covered in the blood of his first victim, at least the first we know about. }āHeā¦ He didnāt even stopā¦ Just slowed down enough for me to see his face andā¦ And that sick smile.ā
{ We see the great American Hero, Rob Diamond in black dress pants and coat over a snappy t-shirt that reads āMake America Nude Again.ā }Rob Diamond: He didnāt even stop. Allegedly. Good evening America. My name is Rob Diamond and I am running for President of the Future United States of America.
{ A screen in screen photo of the blood soaked James Gilmore shows up next to Rob Diamond who just shakes his head. }Rob Diamond: Recently I had the pleasure and honor and dismay of speaking with several anonymous sources whoāve decided to come forward and speak out against our great Future President, James Gilmore. Each one with a more horrific tale than the last. My people tried to reach out to the Gilmore campaign for some sort of response to these horrendous allegations.
{ Rob looks down, saddened. }Rob Diamond: But they refused to respond. Think about that. James Gilmore is being accused of running over an innocent puppy and he doesnāt even have the conscience to deny the allegations. In my mind thatās the same as admitting guilt.
{ A photo shopped image of James Gilmore running over a beautiful Australian Shepard puppy is now shown next to Rob Diamond. }Rob Diamond: Is that the sort of man you want leading this country? A man who doesnāt even care enough to lie? I can tell you one thing, not only would I admit to the mistake, I would had stayed by that puppies side until itās final moments and I would have paid all the expenses for a proper burial. Can James Gilmore say the same? No, he canāt because he refuses to comment on the allegations.
{ A new image is shown of Rob Diamond holding the same puppy while an American Flag waves in the background. }Rob Diamond: As your next president I promise swift justice against those like James Gilmore. I promise to punish those balless cowards who hit puppies and run. I promiseā¦ Above all elseā¦ To Make America Nude Againā¦ As a staunch supporter of going nude in public it is my dream to see this country in all itās nude glory. Again my people reached out to James Gilmore for a comment on his position on public nudity only to be hung up onā¦ James Gilmore is ashamed of the human body. Ashamed of itās beauty. James Gilmore is in support of the societal facade that is clothing.
{ With a single tear Rob Diamond rips off his entire wardrobe to reveal his naked form, conveniently blurred out by James Gilmoreās censorship committee. }Rob Diamond: MAKE AMERICA NUDE AGAIN!!!
{ Rob Diamond turns to salute the now full background image of the American flag, his perfect butt in full view of the camera as āReal Americanā plays. }When it comes crashing down, and it hurts inside
Ya' gotta take a stand, it don't help to hide
If you hurt my friends, can you hurt my pride
I gotta be a man, I can't let it slide
I am a real American
Fight for the rights of every man
I am a real American
Fight for what's right - Fight for your life
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OPEN WEIGHT MATCH:Maxine Valentine (c) vs Fiona McFlyn------------------------------------
Alison Valance: The following match is for the IWF OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP and is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Alison Valance: Introducing firstā¦
{ The lights go out, and we see a combination of eerie green lighting and fog fill the entire arena. Suddenly, a dancer, clad in green, walks onto the stage and performs a tap dance routine to an original Celtic piece, stopping to look at herself in front of a giant mirror--which projects an image of a very young Fiona McFly, aged seven, standing in front of a proud Royal Navy sailor as the first excerpt from the final tweet given by famed actor Leonard Nimoy is shown on the big screen above. }
"A life is like a garden..."
{ As the music increases in intensity, a second dancer, sporting a silver uniform, performs a slightly longer version of the same tap dance routine until stopping to look at the mirror--which then projects Fiona as a preteen, posing with her first go-kart racing trophy she'd won in the summer of 1994 at the age of 12. The second excerpt from the "Star Trek" legend's tweet is shown as the photo in the mirror fades into nothingness... }"Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved..."{ A third dancer, wearing a gold uniform, walks onto the stage to join the other two in a frenzied "Lord of the Dance"-style routine as the music reaches its crescendo. At this point, all three dancers stop to look at the mirror once again--this time, it projects an image of Fiona sporting blonde hair, wearing her old University of Wisconsin, followed by a photo of her beating up on Ana Valentine, her first IWF opponent, as the final except for Nimoy's tweet is displayed. }"...except in memory."{ As the dancers begin their final tap dance, the four different photographs, all black-and-white, fade in and out as the tune reaches its climax before coming to a stop. The trip walks over to the end of the stage to grab a giant mallet; as a group, they carry the object over and, with all their combined strength, aim it directly at the glass, which shatters into pieces. At this moment, the rock-remix version of Rachel Platten's "Fight Song" begins to play as Fiona McFly, with a gold-hued whip in hand, leaps through the busted mirror, prompting pyrotechnics to go off as a shower of confetti rains down from the ceiling. With the dancers tapping to her entrance theme, Fiona smiles lovingly before joining the dancers for a routine of her own before walking down to the ring, hugging fans along the way as the lights come back on. Before stepping into the ring, Fiona gives the whip to a lucky soul as a souvenir. }Alison Valance: Introducing first, The Challenger! Standing at 5'8" weighing in at 138 and hailing from Arlington, TX, FIONA MCFLY!
Terri Morasco: Fiona has been vocal about the Pack how she wants to deal with them In recent times and you have to image sheāll be fired up after her recent rebuttal by Rowan however it seems like she got someoneās attention in the form of Maxine Valentine!
Vasco Dias: On the list of things Iād like to have the attention of, Max isnāt one of them.
Terri Morasco: Iād have to agree with you there, Max has been carving a swathe through anyone who stands in her way recently!
{the lights dim.}āAmazing 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...ā{The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as āThe Wolfā By Fever Ray starts to play , and out stalks Maxine, Gas mask on her face, walking slowly to the ring and head bowed, even as the lights flicker red and green as she climbs the apron , eventually the mask is removed as she climbs in the ring and stalks her prey from side to side, Belt worn over her shoulder.}Alison Valance: Introducing, Standing at 6ā0ā Weighing in 235! From Arklay Missouri! THE IWF OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION MAXINE VALENā¦
{Max moves towards Fiona as Lainson has to Skitter out of the Ring The Openweight Champion grabbing Fiona And throwing her into a corner to start laying forearms and strikes to The challenger without much pause, stomping at her mid riff even before she stops to take off the belt form around her shoulder and thrust it at the Referee, getting in his face and pointing at Fiona.}Max: LETāS GO!
Vasco Dias: Max looks angryā¦
Terri Morasco: Demanding the referee rings the bell!
DING DING!{Max charges Fiona just after the Bell rings ,having to quickly raise a block as Fiona fires off a head kick, then a quick punch towards Maxās Body which Max blocks as best she can Fiona trying to escape out he corner firing off a few low leg kicks before Max seems to fire up again and pushes Fiona into the buckle hard Before Beil tossing her across the ring! Fiona uses the momentum of her bonce to slide out the ring, look of shock on her face at Maxās sheer power}Vasco Dias: Tossing Fiona around like a rag doll.
Terri Morasco: Her face says it all! Fiona wonāt give up that easily though!
{Indeed Fiona gets up and slide herself back in , charging at Max, ducking under a right hand to kick at Maxās thigh, ducking another punch and kicking again, Fit then drop kicks at the same knee and Max drops down as Fiona Hooks Max up pushing her towards the floor with a hammer lock Max resist for a few seconds before reaching a hand behind her wrenching out of the hammerlock and head-butting her
With a growl before whipping Fiona to the ropes.. only to miss a back elbow and then being taken down with a head scissors ! Max is quickly up and getting Taken down again with a deep armdrag! Max gets up again and Fi drop kicks Max so she staggers back into the ropes!}Terri Morasco: Fiona seems to be finding a little success with a Stick and move policy!
Vasco Dias: Yeah but it looks like itās just annoying Max more than hurting her right now!
{Fiona doesnāt let up, closing down on Max to throw strokes as Max covers up against the ropes Fionaās strikes focusing more on Maxās legs and upper thigh before Fiona takes a moment to try and Whip Max for the other ropes Max lower s her Base and uncovers to smile at Fiona before pulling Fiona into a Kitchen Sink Then slamming Fiona with a vicious headbutt and throwing her towards the middle of the ring once more as she growls and stalk towards Fiona!
Max pauses and Fiona dives forwards to try and drive a takedown, Max lowers down to drive a knee into Fionaās shoulder stunting to sand over the to her woman to lift her up, and as Fiona gets pulled up Max lets go mid-air and Fiona fires a kick off as she drops back to her feet catching Max in the knee rolling under a punch of Maxās and the diving into her knee with a Challenger! And this Time Max goes down}Terri Morasco: Chopping that Tree down!
Vasco Dias: And Maxine gets to see the world from the matā¦ sheāll be beck up soon
{ Fiona takes a hold of Maxās Leg and drops her entire weight into the knee roaring as Max winces as Fiona does it again . and as Fiona goes or a third drop Max uses her other foot to kick Fiona away, as Max gets to her knees Fiona runs in and throws herself back to drop Max with a DDT! Fiona Scrambles for a Cover.}ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!{Max kicks out powerfully and sits up as Fiona is quick to try and swarm Max with Strikes as sheās Rising only for Fiona to get barrelled into a corner and then Max takes a step Back and Biel Tosses Fiona out of the corner again and isn bot for behind, picking Fiona up again and hitting a Fall away Slam, Fiona bounces and spills between the bottom and Middle ropes to the outside landing on the mats outside with a thud and a gasp Maxine following behind with murder in her eyes to roll outside even as the Ref starts the count}Terri Morasco: I've never seen Max so fired up..taking it outside as well
Vasco Dias: Maxineās preferred territory as well!
{Max grabs Fiona and throws her violently into a Barrier even as the Ref counts, Fiona fires off a few more strikes which slows Max down enough for Fiona to break away for the womanās grip, rolling into the ring and stomping on Max as she follows her in and backing up to kick Max in the shoulder as she rises the a scene and Max Catches the third under her arm pit to stand and Pick up Fiona and slam her down In a Spinebuster before reaching down to Pick up Fiona again and slam her down in a second Spine Buster before grabbing the Womanās hair and throwing her over her shoulder to Charge into the corner to hit the KARAMBIT power slam combination covering Fiona}ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!Terri Morasco: A flurry of offense this just brutal!
Vasco Dias: Champās gotta do what the champās gotta do!
{Max starts to hammer forearms and elbows over Fionaās form , standing up to stomp at her Chest and then drop an elbow, a second elbow and a third, Standing up to pull at Fiona and stand her up with a visible snarl pushing the Irish woman lifting her up onto the turn buckle and hitting a short head-butt. And climbing up to throw Fiona over her shoulders.}Terri Morasco: Maxine taking things up top! I have a bad feeling about this!
Vasco Dias: Itās all over for McFly! The Pack ascendant again!
{Max starts to stand as Fiona starts to Elbow Maw and unbalance her a bit as she slides herself off Max ās shoulder onto her feet with a kick that sends Max sat more on the second buckle legs through the ropes now straddling and Exposed as Fiona lights up Max with a Fe w well placed Strikes before backing herself up. Charging in and Hitting Max with a particular Move as Maxās face lights up in Pain and she tumbles out the Turnbuckle as Fiona goes for the cover}KICKOUT!!
Terri Morasco: Maxine Powers out throwing Fiona off her after less than one..
Vasco Dias: I thinkā¦.Max is angry...very very angry
{Indeed Fiona is powered off briefly taking off the matt and bouncing away as max straight up Sits up and turns her head towards Fiona like sheās the Terminator Fiona gets up slowly as Max charges in, firing anther kick To Maxās leg the Knee notably buckles and then Max stands up again as Fiona connects with other punch , Before Max Straight up Grabs Fiona and powers her up into a DONāT LOOK DOWN, pausing before she Picks up Fiona again To hit her with the Same Move for a second Time, Then a Third, Standing over Fiona as she looks down on her Only to pick her up again to hold Fiona Upright by her Hair}
Terri Morasco: Of I havenāt seen Max like this since the mauling she gave Hope
Vasco Dias: She doesnāt look like sheās gonna stop.
Max Wins.{Max makes a Throat cutting Motion and picks up Fiona in crucifix Position, piling her into the corner with a SACRIFICE Powerbomb! Fiona is caught By Max as her knees Buckle Max shaking her head As she still Holds Fiona up by her hair hitting the ropes to hit a running RIASTAD! Before going for the cover!}ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!{Max stands up as āThe Wolfā starts to play over the P.A and she puts a Foot on Fionaās chest and Raises a n arm as she is handed the Openweight championship }Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL IWF OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION MAXINE VALENTINE!
Terri Morasco: Fiona fought hard and braveā¦
Vasco Dias: But she made a terrible mistake and the Pack rides ever more!
{Max starts to head up the ramp after taking a few Stomps At Fionaās Chest for good measure leaving her in the centre the ring and stalking for the back.}------------------------------------
SEGMENTGood Bye-----------------------------------
{As Nighthawk walks to his locker-room, shell-shocked and nearly catatonic, he is stopped by Maria Iniesta in front of his locker room. }Maria Iniesta: āNighthawk. Why did you try and do that to Jason Sandman? Choking him with a chain like that isn't something we've ever seen you do."
Nighthawk, {his voice still raspy}: "You're right, Maria. And it's something I vowed I'd never do. But I had to. And knowing I had to, because I didn't have any other options, leads me to one conclusion. I've lost myself completely. And I don't belong in the IWF until I can find myself."
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STRONG STYLE TITLE:Bob Pooler (c) vs Oracle------------------------------------
Terri Morasco: After weeks of head games, tonight Bob Pooler puts the Strong Style title on the line against Godās own Oracle to find out just who the better man is.
Vasco Dias: If their previous encounters are anything to go on, we already know who the better man is going to be!
Terri Morasco: Well it's time to find out!
{ The lights in arena go out as "Interdimensional Summit" by Dimmu Borgir blares throughout the arena. A spot light shines down on the center of the stage as The Oracle slowly rises from within a fog. Once he has fully risen he steps forward and marches toward the ring to the beat of his music.}Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, he weighs in a two hundred and sixty-eight pounds ā¦ the ORRRRRACLE!
{Once at the ring he rolls in under the bottom rope and quickly rises in the center of the ring throwing his arms out in an homage to his Lord and Savior. }Vasco Dias: Look at him, Terri! How can Pooler contend with that?
Terri Morasco: Well heās certainly had Bobās number since their first interaction, but only time will tell if heās able to repeat his past performances.
{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 āUnstoppableā 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 ā¦ Bob ā¦ POOOOOLER!
{Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler has been the cinderella story this past year. Looking at everything that heās overcome to get to this point, my money is on him to retain the title tonight!
Vasco Dias: Well, your champ is a chump and I hope tonight we get to watch a real man, a man of God, finally representing this division.
{The crowd is riled up in anticipation as both men stand opposite of one another. The bell rings and while Oracle usually stands back, this time he moves in to clash into Bob in the middle of the ring. Both men meet in the center of the squared circle and greet each other with fists to the face. Lefts and rights are thrown in this beginning brawl and the crowd is on their feet cheering for Bob until Oracle clocks him with a stiff right hook, following it up with a high knee to the gut and then taking a keeled Bob over with a rough Gutwrench Suplex. Oracle stands with his arms outstretched to a now booing crowd while Bob hurries back to his feet only to be leveled with a big boot. Oracle stalks his victim, nudging Bob's face with the sole of his boot before disrespectfully stomping on his chest. Ten stomps take place before Oracle steps on Bob's chest and holds for the cover and ā¦
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BOB SHOVES THE BOOT OUT OF THE WAY!}Terri Morasco: Not a great start for Bob but the night is early.
Vasco Dias: That only means that we get to see more of the same for the next half hour or so.
{Oracle backs up into a corner and simply smirks out into the crowd. Bob, attempting to show no pain, pushes himself back to a vertical base and charges right into Oracle with a running forearm. Oracle is cold-cocked as he was caught off-guard not expecting Bob to launch at him in that manner. Pooler follows up with a series of alternating chops and punches and for the moment Oracle is reeling as he is pummeled. Oracle keeps sliding down turnbuckles in the assault but he doesn't drop. Instead he desperately lunges forward, rising with a headbutt to the chin. Pooler stumbles back just far enough for Oracle to run out of the corner with a rushing double axe handle that sends Bob spinning back to the mat. Oracle stumbles about, checking for blood on his lip and the expression on his face speaks volumes about his rage.}Terri Morasco: If I were Bob, I would find a way to get out of the ring right now. Oracle looks like he could commit murder and it's going to the ref or Bob.
Vasco Dias: What a great ending to a pay per view that would be.
{Oracle drops down and mounts Bob, raining down left and right hooks to the sides of his head. Bob attempts to block but the strikes are still getting through. Oracle is ruthless as he lets his aggression out only breaking after he's gotten bored with the beatdown. The Future rises to his feet and brings The American Dream with him, shoving him back into the corner with a European uppercut. Bob looks to be out on his feet as Oracle takes a few steps back to give himself enough room to charge in with a corner body splash only Bob sidesteps out of the way. Oracle collides chest-first into the turnbuckles and stumbles out right into Bob, who quickly crept up behind Oracle for a School Boy pin...
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ORACLE KICKSOUT!}Vasco Dias: You're not going to this big guy down with that little girl's move.
Terri Morasco: Can you think before you speak? You are saying some stupid things tonight.
{Oracle hurries back to a standing position only to be dropkicked in the face. The bigger man stumbles down to a knee where Bob hopes to snap off an enziguri but Oracle ducks the leg and avoids it. Bob falls face first on the mat but quickly gets on all fours where Oracle grapples him from behind and then tears him back to his feet, going for a Release German Suplex but Bob is able to backflip back to his feet behind him. Pooler hurriedly backpedals into the ropes, rebounding right into Oracle who has now turned around and straight into a High Velocity Hug! Bob quickly throws himself on top of Oracle and hooks the near leg.
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KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: This is an incredible sight to behold. Bob is finally beginning to hold his own in this match!
Vasco Dias: Give him time, Terri ā¦ heāll screw it up.
{Oracle rolls to his feet once more, the smile still on his face as he looks at Bob and moves back into striking range. Bob swings with a right hook, but itās blocked and Orackle responds with a right cross of his own. He follows it up with a deep knee to the belly, doubling the champion over and into position for clubbing blow after clubbing blow to the back of Pooler. Each shot tears the champion a little more but he refuses to fall. Oracle pulls Pooler back to a vertical base and whips him into the ropes, following closely and as Pooler begins to rebound ā¦ CLOTHESLINE FROM HEAVEN! Bob is sent over the top rope and crashes hard on the ringside floor while Oracle looks on with a sadistic smirk. The crowd rallies behind the champ who is in a bad way on the outside but is still fighting through it to get back to his feet.}Terri Morasco: Gotta love Bob's determination but I'll tell you who is not impressed by it...
Vasco Dias: Our future new champion?
{The ref is counting but Oracle pulls him out of the way by his black and white collar and steps through the ropes to the outside, landing right next to Bob with a fist to his face for good measure. Pooler stumbles around the ring post while Oracle follows suit, turning around the champ just to back elbow him in the side of the head. Bob finds himself leaning on the announcer's table where Oracle grabs him by the head and looks to drive his face into the table but Bob holds himself up and then sends back elbows into Oracle's midsection. Eventually Oracle is pushed off and Bob hops on the announcer's table and jumps back with an enziguri heard around the world. Oracle stumbles face first into the steel steps and ends up sitting against them. Bob looks out to a crowd cheering for him before running in with a front dropkick to the face that sandwiches Oracle's skull between boot and steel. Pooler is not done there as he stands before Oracle and repeatedly hits knee after knee to the face of Oracle that also works to push the back of his head into the steel simultaneously.}Terri Morasco: Holy crap! I think Bob is back in this after those series of knees.
Vasco Dias: Might've slowed him down that flurry, but heās a man of God, Terri; donāt count him out just yet!
{Bob then grabs Oracle's head and repeatedly bashes the back of it into the steel until the indentation is caved in. Bob then notices the ref's count nearing ten so he rolls in only to roll back out to break it. Bob musters up the strength to pull Oracle just enough to force his dead weight back into the ring. Bob hops back unto the apron's edge and then climbs through the ropes. He pulls Oracle to his feet, looking at the crowd who seem to be calling for it and it Bob lifts Oracle up and onto his shoulders for the Pepto-Bismol Red only for Oracle to spring back to life and wiggle free. Oracle lands beside Pooler and unleashes a strike that sends a shockwave into the first three rows. In the blink of an eye, Oracle then grabs Pooler, lifts him up and sends him to his maker with In the Name of the Lord! Oracle lies atop the champion as the referee slides into position ā¦
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NO!!!!}Terri Morasco: Bobās foot was on the ropes! Can you believe it, Vas?
Vasco Dias: I ā¦ but, I mean ā¦
Terri Morasco: The ring presence on that man is unmatched!
{Oracle, eyes narrowed, pulls Pooler to his feet once more and away from the ropes. He places Poolerās head between his legs and lifts him up and into position for a Last Rites powerbomb but Pooler begins to fight back. A left and a right find their mark as Oracle stumbles a bit and Pooler is able to free himself. He lands back on the canvas and in one fluid motion spins and snaps Oracleās jaw over his shoulder with a Thunderstruck out of nowhere! Bob rolls away from Oracle and takes a moment to catch his breath before dropping back down over the prone body.
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But thereās no count. The referee is pointing at Pooler and motioning to his shoulder area. Bob, pushing himself back off Oracle looks at the tape covering his left shoulder and sees a large pile of hair caught in it. Almost on cue, the two look at Oracle, whoās holding his neck and rolling around slightly.}Terri Morasco: What is that, Vasco? Is ā¦ is that a fake beard?
Vasco Dias: No, thatās obviously a disqualification for Pooler! You shouldnāt be allowed to tear your opponents facial hair off!
{The referee pulls the beard out of Poolerās shoulder tape and hold it as Bob reaches down and begins dragging his palms across Oracles face, smearing the facepaint. He looks at the referee and then to the time keeperās table and calls for a towel. The referee is tossed one and Bob quickly goes to work scraping it on Oracles face until most of the paint as been removed. Bob stumbles backwards as Oracle sits up.}Terri Morasco: That ā¦ thatās NOT the Oracle!
Vasco Dias: How do you know that, Terri? Have you ever seen him without his facepaint before? In fact, maybe itās blasphemous for us to gaze upon him with his face naked like this.
Terri Morasco: Vasco ā¦ thatās clearly Aaron Owens!
Vasco Dias: Well ā¦ maybe Aaron Owens is really Oracle; I bet you didnāt think of that!
{Pooler is dumbfounded as Owens gets shakily to his feet and begins to laugh at Pooler. The referee signals for the bell, ending the match in a disqualification.}Alison Valance: Your winner, and STILL Strong Style Champion ā¦ BOB ā¦ POOOOOOLERRRR!!!!
{"Interdimensional Summit" plays overhead as the real Oracle suddenly appears at ringside, sliding into the ring and blindsiding Pooler from behind. Pooler stumbles forward and right into a superkick from Owens that knocks him around and straight into the waiting grasp of the Oracle. Bob is lifted into the air and down across Oracleās waiting knee. Bob slumps off the knee and holds his back as Oracle stands tall in the center of the ring. Owens limps towards him and takes a knee in front of him, his head bowed in respect. The crowd are absolutely disgusted by this and just as the camera focuses on a distraught Bob Pooler. Suddenly the pair turn their heads towards him and smile before gradually surrounding the fallen champion. }Terri Morasco: Oh no...
Vasco Dias: I think they want to celebrate in style.
{ Owens pulls Bob off the mat as the Oracle backs away laughing at him, but to their surprise Bob starts to throw some elbows into the face of Owens as the crowd erupts and blows the roof off. He keeps hitting and kicking at any part of Owens he can as the audience wills him on - but a big boot to the back of his skull from Oracle puts out the fire to the dismay of everybody in attendance. }Terri Morasco: God damn it, somebody stop this!
Vasco Dias: This is the will of God, Terri; thereās no stopping it.
{ Oracle rips Bob off the mat and hits him with a big fist which sends him spinning right into a huge diamond cutter from Owens who yells at him to stay down. }Terri Morasco: For the love of God, please!
Vasco Dias: This is God showing his love, Terri - if he didnāt love Pooler then he wouldnāt bother trying to make his message heard.
{Oracle and Owens both stare down at their prey as Pooler continues to try and make it back to his feet. Oracle turns and exits the ring, Owens lingering a moment before following suit. As the Oracle begins the walk back up the ramp towards the stage, he turns to further survey his handiwork only to see Owens standing on the apron being held from behind by a wild eyed Pooler! Bob drags Owens backwards over the top rope and throws him into the far corner where he follows closely behind, hitting him with an Imperious Rex that knocks the wind out of Owens. Pooler wastes no time, dragging the body back to its feet and hoisting it up on his shoulders for a moment before sending it skyward and catching it on the return with a brutal looking Pepto-Bismol Red and looks to have broken Aaron Owens in half. Pooler drags himself back to his feet as āUnstoppableā begins to play and he locks eyes with Oracle, who is now standing at the top of the ramp. }
Terri Morasco: What the hell just happened here?
Vasco Dias: I don't know what I just saw, but things just got a whole lot worse for Bob Pooler!
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LUCHADORA BELT:Dawn Halliwell (c) vs Charity Crowne------------------------------------
{Before the match begins, Elaine Laskaris steps out onto the stage, with aides beside her rolling out the Luchadora Championshipās WHEEL OF PAIN! Ten options are on the large spinning wheel, each one with a stylized picture of a woman in no small amount of distress, suffering at the hands of whatever cruel stipulation the match type in question inflicts.}
Elaine Laskaris: Damas y caballeros, itās time for the LUCHADORAAAAAA CHAMPIONSHIP! Tonight! Two women will be pushed through the gauntlet of pain and athleticism that is the battle for this title, and as always that means that their fates will be decided by the Gods of Lucha Libre. ONLY THEY, in their cruel-hearted demand for pain and suffering, know how these women shall battle one another tonightā¦ and they make their will known through the WHEEL OF PAIN! SO! Without any further delayā¦ let us see how tonightās battle shall play out!
{The crowd cheers as drums pound anxiously, as though calling for a ritual blood sacrifice. Elaine Laskaris rolls up her sleeves and spins the wheelā¦ it races through all of the options, eventually slowing downā¦ ticking through Inferno matchā¦ ticking through Ladder Matchā¦ before finally landing onā¦}
Elaine Laskaris: ā¦A STREEEEET FIIIIIIGHT!
{The crowd goes nuts as the wheel of pain is taken backstage, Elaine looking quite proud of herself.}
Elaine Laskaris: The following contest is a Street Fight, and is for the IWF LUCHADORA CHAMPIONSHIP! In this match, as in all challenges for the Luchadora Title, there will be NO countouts and NO disqualifications, and because it is a Street Fight, falls will count AAANYWHERE! May the most dangerous Luchadora emerge the victor!
Terri Morasco: Street Fights have produced some of the most brutal and bloody matches in the history of professional wrestling. Tonight, we write another chapter in that history, and in the history of the Luchadora Championship.
Elaine Laskaris: Introducing first, the challenger! Representing the Best Friends Club,rom Kensington, London, England, weighing in at 130 pounds, Charityyyyyyyy Crooooooooowne!
{"Pop pop!"
The clapping synth intro of "Popular" by The Veronicas plays over the PA, and Charity Crowne walks out onto the stage, rolling her eyes and striking a brief pose at the top of the ramp. She smirks, rolling her wrist, and struts down the ramp, dismissing fans if they reach over the barricade. Charity hooks the ring post with a hand, walking around to the side of the ring, and plants a hand on the ring apron, jumping and swinging herself under the bottom rope. She back-rolls to her feet in the middle of the ring, posing again, and casually walks to a corner. She wraps her hand around the top rope, casually yanking on it a few times as she waits and the music fades.}
Elaine Laskaris: And her opponent! Representing the Age of Gods, from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is the Iron Maiden and the IWF LUCHADORA CHAMPIOOOON, DAAAAAAWN HALLIWEEEEEEELL!
{The lights dim, and Disturbedās cover of Land of Confusion roars through the arena as the Imperatron lights up with a background image of lit smoke rising from the ground, silhouetting Dawn Halliwell. Dawn stands there, breathing heavily as smoke rises from the stage around her, head down as the plays. When the chorus hits, the smoke around her is blown away, and on the screen behind her the smoke is cast aside by shadows of two large, angelic wings. The image fades as Dawn walks towards the ring, a grin spreading on her face in eager anticipation for the blood sport that is coming. She leaps up onto the apron, vaulting over the ropes and rolling into the center of the ring, kneeling on the mat with one fist planted down for support. On the mat around her are shadows of the wings, spread wide before they fold inwards and vanish into her own. With that she stands, and walks to her corner.}Terri Morasco: The Best Friends Club and the Age of Gods clash, and the Luchadora Championship is on the line! Here we go!
{The bell rings, and immediately Charity slides out of the ring, booking it as Dawn pursues her with murderous intent. Charity whips around one ringpost, a second, a third, Dawn closing the gap with every turn. Charity leaps up, wrapping a hand around the bottom rope and swinging back into the ring, and Dawn has to stop on her heel and pivot to continue her pursuit. Charity runs straight at the opposite ropes, handspringing and catching Dawn as she straightens up with a big back elbow! Dawn stumbles back against the ropes, but as Charity straightens up, dusting off her hands, so does Dawn!}Vasco Dias: Oh Lord, I just felt my blood go cold!
Terri Morasco: Dawn Halliwell rising up like an avenging angel, and the Luchadora Champion refuses to stay down this early!
{The Iron Maiden cracks her neck as Charity turns around, her own smirk quickly fading to horror as Dawn grins before unloading a huge right hand! Charity's rocked back on her heels once, twice, and Dawn laces her hands around Charity's head, drawing her into a Thai clinch and drilling knees into Charity's face! Charity desperately tries to defend herself, managing to deflect one of the shots with enough force to break the grip, and staggers back into the corner, Dawn advancing again with savage intent.}Vasco Dias: This isn't right, Terri! They've put the Crowne Jewel in there with a bloodthirsty fanatic! This will cause an international diplomatic incident!
Terri Morasco: Vasco, Charity Crowne asked for this match! She knew that she'd have to comply with whatever stipulation was spun, and she said she was ready! Why are you making excuses?
Vasco Dias: Because this is a CRIME, MORASCO! A CRIME!
{Dawn lunges with a forearm, but Charity manages to roll under the strike, popping to her feet and drilling Dawn with a huge kick to her ribs. Dawn takes half a step back before flashing another savage grin, and Charity shakes her head, firing off another kick. Dawn catches it, driving her elbow into Charity's kneecap before whipping her out to the side with a vicious dragon screw! Charity clutches her kneecap, rolling to the outside, and Dawn quickly slides out on an adjacent side of the ring, searching underneath the ring as the crowd oohs in anticipation.}Terri Morasco: We know this is Dawn Halliwell's favorite environment, Vasco. What sort of vicious tricks does she have up her sleeve?
Vasco Dias: Against anyone else, I would be brimming with anticipation. Against Charity, I'm just filled with dread.
{Dawn withdraws a trash can, flinging it over the top rope and into the ring with a smile on her face. She follows it up by withdrawing a steel chair, snapping it shut and stalking around the ring towards a slowly-rising Charity. Charity clutches her knee, forcing herself to a standing position, only for Dawn to lunge forward and drill her with a chairshot between the shoulderblades! Charity drops back to a knee, and Dawn lays in with a second shot! A third! Charity is wracked with pain, and Dawn drops the chair, locking in a quick waistlock and drilling Crowne with a bridging German suplex on the outside!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Dawn shakes her head, snarling down at Charity, and kicks her hard in the ribs as she gets to her feet!}Terri Morasco: There's not nearly enough padding outside the ring for that not to be horrifically painful! Charity's lucky she didn't break anything there!
Vasco Dias: I was German suplexed on the outside once. I was left seeing stars for five days afterwards. This early in the match, that's a bad sign.
{Dawn hauls Charity to her feet, the Englishwoman still blinking stars from her eyes, and moves to Irish whip her into the steel ring steps! Charity catches her senses at the last moment, though, nimbly vaulting onto the steps! Dawn chases her in, only for Charity to fire off a quick boot to the face, sending the Luchadora Champion stumbling back! Charity quickly steps onto the ring apron, charging and flinging herself off with a modified senton to the standing Halliwell! Charity scrambles back up, wasting zero time, and rolls Dawn back into the ring, hopping back onto the apron, and quickly grips the ropes before slinging herself back in with the SO LAST SEASON legdrop right to Dawn's face! Charity covers!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Charity pounds the mat with a fist, screaming at the ref to count three, and as the referee defends their cadence, Charity stands up, arguing with the official.}Terri Morasco: Charity has GOT to know it'll take more than a few moves to stop the Iron Maiden. Why is she wasting time arguing with the referee?
Vasco Dias: If you don't tell them, they'll never know, and if they don't know, they'll never learn. It is how it is.
Terri Morasco: Regardless, weāoh no.
{As Terri cuts herself off, Dawn pulls herself off the canvas, cracking her neck, and licks her lips. The referee notices, eyes wide, and quickly ducks out of the way just in time for Dawn to crash between Charity's shoulderblades with a huge forearm shot! The strike bowls Charity into the turnbuckles, and Dawn hammers away, driving Charity back to her knees before stalking away towards the trash can. She reaches for the trash can, dumping out its contents in a haphazard pile in one corner of the ring, and grabs a crutch, testing it with a few swings. Charity forces herself back up to her feet again, and turns only to eat a SICKENING blast between the eyes with the crutch! Dawn covers!
ONE! TWO! THRāKICKOUT! As Charity throws her shoulder up, the camera focuses on a trickle of blood coming from between the crown of her forehead, dripping down her face!}Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD! Dawn Halliwell just busted Charity Crowne open with that vicious crutch shot!
Vasco Dias: The Crowne Jewel is refusing to stay down, though! No matter your opinion on her personality, you CANNOT call Charity Crowne a quitter!
{Dawn laughs, reaching down and smearing the blood across Charity's forehead with two fingers. She pulls the fingers up, transfixed for a moment, before her head snaps to the side, shouting loudly to nobody in particular. It whips back another way, voice slightly different, and continues like this for a few seconds. Finally, Dawn shakes her head, turning her back to Charity and measuring her for the RENEGADE standing moonsault! NO! CHARITY GOT HER KNEES UP! SHE HAULS DAWN INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!
ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! DAWN KICKED OUT AT THE LAST MOMENT!}Terri Morasco: Dawn looked like she was conflicted for a moment there, and that hesitation almost cost her the Luchadora Championship! What a brilliant counter by Charity Crowne!
Vasco Dias: NEVER underestimate the resourcefulness of the Crowne Jewel, Terri! NEVER!
{Charity and Dawn stumble to their feet, and Charity is the first to strike with a resounding knife-edge chop! Dawn fires back with a right hand, and they exchange strikes, rights and chops, back and forth, neither woman giving an inch! Finally, one of Dawn's rights catches Charity just below the jaw, causing her to stumble! Dawn moves in to press the advantage, but Charity suckers her in with a quick knee lift! She spins, looking for a discus clothesline to complete the DON'T CHA! NO! Dawn catches her arm, dragging Charity down to the canvas! She hails down elbows into the shoulder of the trapped Charity, three-four-five-six in rapid succession, before tying her arm up and rocking back into a cross armbreaker! Charity screams in fright and pain, quickly scrambling for the ropes! She gets her foot on the ropes, but the referee refuses to step in!}Terri Morasco: Charity thought she'd found salvation in the ropes, but this is a Street Fight! No rope breaks, no disqualifications! Dawn can hang on to that hold as long as she likes!
Vasco Dias: If she spends very long in that hold, she's going to have her arm ripped to shreds! Charity, you need to move quickly, darling!
Terri Morasco: IS NOW THE TIME, VASCO?!
Vasco Dias: THERE MAY NEVER BE A BETTER TIME!
{Thinking quickly, Charity manages to reach her feet up to the second rope, using it for leverage to roll Dawn onto her shoulders!
ONE! TWO! THRāKICKOUT! Dawn releases the armbar to kick out, and Charity posts on her other hand to leap to her feet. Charity charges Dawn as the smaller woman gets to her feet, only for Dawn to meet her with a snapping arm drag! Charity rolls to her feet in the corner, staggered, only to meet a massive running dropkick! Dawn quickly grabs the trash can, dragging it to the center of the ring, and lashes out with a massive kick to the midsection, doubling Charity over! Dawn hooks her leg, looking for the RIDE THE LIGHTNING! NO! Charity stamps her foot down, breaking Dawn's grip, and sweeps her legs, rolling through into a jackknife hold before muscling Dawn up and swinging her around to deliver a modified CORONATION onto the trash can! Charity scrambles forward, hooking Dawn's leg tightly!
ONE! TWO! THRāKICKOUT AGAIN! Charity rocks back onto her knees, eyes brimming with tears, and she screams "WHAT ELSE DO I NEED TO DO?!" to the ceiling, taking deep breaths to try to steady herself.}Terri Morasco: What a sequence there! Charity thought she had it won after that weapon-assisted Coronation, but the crown stays with Dawn Halliwell for now!
Vasco Dias: She's asking what else she needs to do, and normally this is the point I would advocate divine intervention, but we know what side He's taking here.
{As Charity struggles to haul Dawn up, Dawn rakes Charity's eyes, causing her to stumble back. She meets the staggering Crowne with a boot to the gut, quickly folding her up, and connects with the THUNDERSTRUCK OUT OF NOWHERE! Charity flops onto the canvas, twitching, and Dawn looks as if she's going to reach over for the cover. As she does, though, something changes in her demeanor, and she changes direction, shouting "SHE'S GONNA TAP, DAMMIT!" Dawn halts abruptly in her tracks after a few steps, though, and takes a step back, growling "NO! WE FINISH THIS NOW!"}Terri Morasco: What the hell is going on here? Dawn's arguing with...herself?
Vasco Dias: What is it about Extreme Endurance that makes competitors argue with themselves? First Helena Sawyer last year, now Dawn Halliwell this year. Is it something in the decorations?
{Dawn makes up her mind, hauling Charity to her feet, and boots her in the gut again, looking for the THUNDERSTRUCK once more! NO! Charity summons a last reserve of energy, pushes her off into the ropes, and is ready to meet Dawn on the rebound with the BĆAL NA BLĆTH! NO! Dawn rolls under Ciara O'Connor's signature spinning heel kick, responding by catching a turning Crowne with the BLOODY SUNDAY bicycle kick! Charity sprawls out over the top rope, gasping and glassy-eyed, and Dawn stalks to the corner, reaching into the pile of refuse from the trash can and pulling out a small velvet bag. The crowd lets out a roar of apprehension and excitement as Dawn undoes the drawstring, raining down hundreds of glittering silver thumbtacks on the canvas!}Terri Morasco: Oh sweet Jesus no! Dawn, what are you doing?! Someone's going to get mauled here!
Vasco Dias: Deus Meu, no! NO!
{Charity turns around, seeing the thumbtacks sprawling across the mat, and her eyes light up. She charges at Dawn from behind, leaping to grab her head for the DIAMOND CUTTER! NO! DAWN SHOVES HER OFF AND INTO THE THUMBTACKS! CHARITY LANDS BACK-FIRST IN THE TACKS, SHRIEKING IN PAIN AS SHE FLAILS ON THE CANVAS! She quickly tries to roll out of the pile of tacks, back and arms full of glistening silver studs as Dawn eyes her. A momentary look of concern flits across Dawn's face, but it's quickly replaced by a wrathful smirk as Charity lets out a moan of agony.}Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD! OH SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST, NO! CHARITY CROWNE JUST GOT TURNED INTO A HUMAN PINCUSHION! THOSE TACKS ARE EVERYWHERE!
Vasco Dias: No...no...that's not right, that's not right! SOMEONE STOP THIS, DAMMIT! THAT WOMAN HAS A FAN CLUB!
{Dawn stalks after Charity, twitching with fury. She pauses again, clearly exchanging words with herself under her breath, and measures her again, dragging Charity back towards the pile of tacks and hooking her for the LACRYMOSA! As Dawn swings Charity forward before snapping her back, though, Charity spins out and leaps, snapping Dawn to the canvas with the DIAMOND CUTTER INTO THE TACKS! Charity flops her body across Dawn's, barely hooking one of Dawn's legs with one of her own!
ONE! TWO! THREE! Charity's shoulders sag in relief as "Popular" hits the PA, rolling off Dawn onto clear canvas to reveal both women have even more tacks embedded in their bodies, blood smearing the canvas.}Elaine Laskaris: HERE IS YOUR WINNER...AND NEEEEEW IWF LUCHADORAAAA CHAMPIOOOOON...CHAAAARITYYYY CROOOOOOOOOOWNEEEEEE!
Terri Morasco: I think we have to call this an upset, Vasco! Charity Crowne, almost two years removed from her debut as the Diamond in the Rough, manages to emerge triumphant over an admittedly-conflicted Dawn Halliwell in a bloody, vicious battle to bring the Best Friends Club its first title and answer every critic that had claimed she was a one-hit wonder!
Vasco Dias: YES! YES! YES! YES YES! YES! SHE DID IT! MIRACLES CAN HAPPEN! CHRISTMAS IS HERE EARLY! WE HAVE A NEW LUCHADORA CHAMPION, AND SHE IS SIMPLY FLAWLESS! TAKE IT IN, MORASCO! TAKE THIS BEAUTIFUL, HORRIFYING VIEW IN!
{Elaine climbs into the ring carefully, avoiding the tacks, and hauls the bloody Charity to her feet, handing her the Luchadora Title before raising her hand. Charity's eyes are unfocused, but she manages to gather enough of her senses to clutch the belt with a smile on her face. She stumbles towards the ropes, practically falling between the ropes...into the arms of Ciara O'Connor, who catches her in a bridal carry with a smile. Charity smiles up at Ciara, who just grins, and Ciara carries Charity to the back to a surprisingly mixed, almost positive reception as Dawn drags herself off the canvas, eyes wide with fury. She shouts at herself, stomping her foot as we go to commercial.}------------------------------------
EXTREME TITLE MATCH:Extreme Cell
Mike Laszlo vs God (c)------------------------------------
{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to an abundance of boos from the crowd. Surveying the crowd, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, Alexis by his side holding his other hand. The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of boos again. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a sly grin on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match.}Vasco Dias: Terri, what we are about to see is man versus God in what is sure to be an epic contest.
Terri Morasco: Mike Laszlo has made his lack of belief in Blake more than apparent going into this match.
Vasco Dias: And Iām sure God will make Laszlo pay for that.
Terri Morasco: Or Mike Laszlo will repeat history and dethrone Blake for the second time.
{ The arena goes black. A quiet guitar rif echoes through the arena as wolves can be heard howling. It last for several long seconds. Drums kick in. Then, finally the beat kicks in for the Council of Wolves and Snakes by Dimmu Borgir as a bright spot light shines down on the entrance way where Angel Blake stands with arms outstretched in a full length golden robe with the hood up. Torches spark up all along the entrance way right up to the ring. Blake slowly begins to step forward the light staying on him as he makes his way toward the ring. Once there Blake throws his robe off as the chorus comes in. }WE ARE GODS!
Here for the taking!
Yield to the dragonās embrace.
WE ARE GODS!
Yield to the dragonās embrace.
{ Blake sneers as he walks up the ring steps and then climbs up onto the ropes throwing his arms out again as the whole arena lights up to near blinding levels. When the lights return to their normal intensity Blake is now in the center of the ring looking out with disgust at his creationā¦ }Vasco Dias: I get chills everytime God enter an arena.
Terri Morasco: His presence is definitely awe inspiring.
Vasco Dias: Itās Godly.
Terri Morasco: But the one person in the arena who doesnāt look impressed is Mike Laszlo.
Vasco Dias: God will wipe that smirk off his face.
{ The cell slowly starts to lower over the ring are, weapons dangle from the walls. Alison Valance looks around as the referee holds the Extreme Championship. }Alison Valance: The following contest is an EXTREME CELL MATCH! Scheduled for one fall it is for the IWF EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP!!! The challenger to my leftā¦ MIKE LASZLO!!!
{ There is a fifty/fifty reaction of cheers and boos for Laszlo as he just looks sternly across the ring at Angel Blake. }Alison Valance: And the CHAMPION!!! To my rightā¦ GOD!!!!
{ Again a mixed reaction but there is a very loud and dedicated part of the crowd who cheers. }Vasco Dias: Look at the walls Terri, weāve got tables, chairs, a barbed wire wrapped bat, a few mystery bags and I definitely see some lighter fluid.
Terri Morasco: The fire department is definitely on call after the chain match earlier tonight.
Vasco Dias: Hopefully theyāve got a morgue on hold too. Laszlo is going to need one.
Terri Morasco: Blake is good but I wouldnāt be so confident he has this match won. Laszlo is a skilled and as determined as they come.
Vasco Dias: Iām not saying Laszlo isnāt good. Iām saying Laszlo isnāt God.
{ The referee calls for the bell now, Laszlo and Blake both move out of their corners and in opposite directions circling each other. }Terri Morasco: Both men sizing each other up.
Vasco Dias: God has had a long time to plan for this match, Iām sure heās had it in his head a dozens times, heās going to dissect Laszlo.
Terri Morasco: To your point, Laszlo has had a lot of time to re watch his World title victory over Angel and work on what he did right and how to do it better.
{ Slowly they move in closer to each other. Angel throws an exploratory kick but Mike brushes it away. Laszlo waves at Angel and tells him to bring it! Blake circles around and throws a palm strike that Laszlo backs out of the way of. Mike moves in suddenly looking for a front waist lock take down! Mike plants Angel on the mat and starts to rain down some elbow strikes but Blake grabs the right wrist of Laszlo and manipulates it on the second strike! }Terri Morasco: Laszlo with an early take down.
Vasco Dias: But God is a master manipulator as weāre seeing.
{ Mike gets off Blake and tries to reverse the tension. Blake spins it into a rear wrist lock while torqueing the elbow of Laszlo. Laszlo starts to spin out of it and gets face to face with Blake. Mike hits a hard left elbow shot and then drills Blake with a leaping Cutter! Mike hops right back up to his feet, fired up. Laszlo grabs at Blake but Angel hits a spinning heel kick to the midsection of Laszlo and quickly fires off a shin kick to the right elbow of Laszlo! }Vasco Dias: God has picked his limb!
Terri Morasco: Laszlo needs to watch that right arm!
Vasco Dias: Youāre damn right he does.
{ Blake looks to fire off another kick but Mike stuffs it then grabs Blake with a big time spinebuster! Blake is down and Laszlo goes for the quick cover and gets an even quicker kick out. Mike pulls Blake up to his feet and connects with a hard elbow shot and then whips Angel into the corner of the ring. Mike runs in looking for a splash but Blake moves! Mike turns into a leaping knee from Blake who follows it up with a deep arm drag takedown! Angel holds onto the right wrist of Laszlo and stomps the elbow as hard as he can into the mat! }Terri Morasco: The action just keeps going back and forth. Mike hits a big move and Blake goes back to that arm.
Vasco Dias: God is playing the long game here. Take out that arm and you take away a lot of Mikeās signature offense.
Terri Morasco: I donāt know if the long game is smart in this sort of match.
Vasco Dias: Itās risky but it hasnāt failed God yet.
{ Blake torques the wrist of Laszlo while keeping him grounded on his back. Angel sneers and then stomps the inner elbow of Mikeās right arm a second time then turns around and locks Laszlo into a figure four armbar! }Vasco Dias: Thereās a new move from God!
Terri Morasco: A figure four armbar, sure to snap some ligaments.
{ Mike fires off left hands into the legs and knees of Blake before clawing his way up and getting a good stiff left hand in on the side of Blakeās face. Angel releases the hold and rolls backward to his feet. Mike is up and Angel comes in just in time to catch a super kick! Blake falls into the corner and Mike connects with a running clothesline with his left arm then as Angel stumbles out of the corner Mike grabs him for WELCOME TO THE C!L!E! However Mike doesnāt go right for the pin, instead favoring his right arm for a moment. }Vasco Dias: The damage is starting to set in.
Terri Morasco: Mike needs to power through it!
{ Laszlo eventually goes for the pin only getting a two count. Laszlo doesnāt look happy as he stretches his right arm out. Mike grabs for Angel again and the two stand up. Mike grabs Blake around the waist, he looks over his shoulder to line up the shot and then Mike heaves Angel over his head with a belly to belly suplex that just sends Angel over the top rope, his upper back and shoulders connecting with the apron before Blake falls onto his knees on the outside! }Terri Morasco: What a suplex from Laszlo!
Vasco Dias: No way that felt good at all!
{ Mike shakes his arm a bit then heads out of the ring to the floor. He grabs Angel and throws him hard into the steel cage then connects with a running knee! Angel is staggered and Laszlo takes advantage as he launches Blake with a whip right into the steel steps! Mike now walks over to the other side of the cage and reaches up to un latch a table. }Vasco Dias: Things are about to get very extreme!
Terri Morasco: A lot of bad can happen in a cell match, a lot of worse when extreme rules are encouraged.
{ Mike brings the table over to camera side and sets it up on the floor. Blake is starting to get back to his. Laszlo comes running down the side of the ring as Blake reaches up and rips down a steel chair. Mike rounds the corner and Blake blasts him in the right arm with the steel chair! Mike staggers and nearly falls and Blake wraps him with the chair against the right arm again. Blake rears back and hits him a third time in the arm before wrapping the chair across the back of Laszlo! }Terri Morasco: Mike got some steam going but Blake was able to turn the tides again.
Vasco Dias: These two know each other well, Terri. Theyāve been working in essentially the same company together for the last seven years.
Terri Morasco: Itās showing as neither can seem to really get an advantage over the other.
{ Blake tosses the chair then spots the steel steps. Angel throws the top of the steps off then drags Laszlo over to it. Angel places the right arm of Laszlo on the steps now then goes back for the chair. Blake stands over Laszlo now, he holds the chair up high then brings it crashing down on the arm of Mike Laszlo!!! }Vasco Dias: He just crushed Laszloās arm on the steel steps with the chair!
Terri Morasco: Holy hell! His arm could be broken!
Vasco Dias: Broken would be a blessing!
{ Blake throws the chair into the ring then climbs up onto the apron. Blake backs up a bit then runs down the side of the apron and looks for a senton onto the arm of Mike Laszlo but Mike manages to roll out of the way and Angel goes back first onto the steel steps! }Terri Morasco: The awareness of Mike Laszlo got him the hell out of that situation!
Vasco Dias: That could have been very bad!
{ Blake tries to get up but Laszlo comes running in with the Shot of Malice knee to the face! Blake goes down hard and Laszlo doesnāt relent as he stomps a mud hole in the chest of Angel Blake! }Terri Morasco: Mike looks a little ticked off!
Vasco Dias: Well Iām sure his arm hurts like hell so yeah, who wouldnāt be?
{ Laszlo rips Angel up off the steps and throws him hard into the apron then rolls him up and back into the ring. Mike looks around and sees the barbed wire bat. Mike walks over to the bat and pulls it off the wall. Blake is slowly trying to get up in the ring. Mike rolls in now, cradling the bat with his left hand. Mike charges in a catches Angel right in the bare stomach with the head of the bat! Blake doubles over and Laszlo cracks him across the back! The barbs tearing into the flesh of Blake! }Vasco Dias: JESUS!
Terri Morasco: What a vicious move.
Vasco Dias: You can tell Laszlo wants this win.
{ Laszlo grins now as he raises the bat up again and cracks Angel a second time, this time putting God face down. Mike takes the bat now, grabbing the head of Angel and places the bat underneath it. Mike backs up and bounces off the ropes, he comes in looking for a running knee drop on the back of Angelās head! Blake moves and Laszlo drops a knee on the barbed wire bat!!! }Vasco Dias: OW!
{ Blake is back to his feet and connects with a basement drop kick before Laszlo has time to move. Blake is bleeding bad from the back as he pulls himself back to his feet.Angel spots the chair from earlier and collects it. Blake stands the chair up in the center of the ring then scoops up the bat as Laszlo starts to stand. Blake cracks Laszlo hard in the right arm with the bat! Several cuts are open now on the arm of Laszlo who grips his arm tight. Angel cracks the arm again then sends the head of the bat into the gut of Mike. Blake underhooks Laszlo and drills him through the steel chair with a Last Gasp pile driver flattening the chair!!! }Vasco Dias: Laszloās neck could be broken in half!
Terri Morasco: I knew this was going to be a war but I wasnāt expecting this!
Vasco Dias: This is what that championship means to these two men!
{ Blake goes for the cover but Laszlo kicks out at almost three. }Terri Morasco: Laszlo isnāt giving up.
{ Blake rolls away from Laszlo and out of the ring. Blake walks around to the far side of the ring now and reaches for one of the mystery bags, he unhooks it and pulls it down. Blake looks inside the bag with a smile then walks back around the ring to where the table was set up earlier. }Vasco Dias: Whatās in the bag Terri?
Terri Morasco: I donāt have a damn clue!
{ Angel stands next to the table and turns the bag upside down, thumb tacks spill out all over the table! }Vasco Dias: Thumb tacks!
Terri Morasco: This is going to be bad.
{ Blake hops back up onto the apron and goes to climb into the ring when Laszlo comes from out of nowhere with another Shot of Malice! Blake is stunned in the ropes and Mike quickly climbs out onto the apron and grabs a hold of Angelās head, his feet dangling on the ropes. Mike lines up his body with the table and then pulls Angel out of the ropes and both men go crashing through the table for the EXECUTIONER!!! }Vasco Dias: EXECUTIONER!!!
Terri Morasco: But who got the worst of that!? They both went through the table, they both are covered in thumb tacks!
Vasco Dias: The point was to hurt God and he sure as hell did!
{ Mike sits up, his back covered in thumb tacks, Angel on the other hand has them all over his chest and then his back as he slowly rolls over onto them. }Terri Morasco: What a bloody sight.
{ Mike reaches for the cage wall and pulls himself back up to his feet with his left hand, his right arm is a bloody mess. He looks over to Blake who is just laying there. Laszlo walks around the ring and throws the apron up, he slides another table out of the ring and carefully lifts it onto the apron with one arm. Mike pushes the table in then follows it, dragging it over to a corner of the ring and leaning it against the turnbuckles. }Vasco Dias: Mike has some bad intentions.
Terri Morasco: I think he wants to put Angel down for good!
{ Angel hasnāt moved on the outside of the ring. Laszlo goes over to where he is, climbs out and grabs Angel with a fist full of hair in his left hand. He drags Blake back to his feet. Blake connects with a palm strike to the face, then a left palm strike, a right, a left, a right, a left then a spinning backfist! Mike stumbles backward and Blake comes at him but Mike side steps and drop toe holds Blake sending him face first into the cell wall! }Terri Morasco: Laszlo is wrestling smarter the deeper we go into this match. He knows he has Angel on the ropes!
Vasco Dias: Iām afraid to say it but this doesnāt look good for God!
{ Mike pulls Angel back up and drills him spine first into the apron with a shoulder block! Laszlo rolls Blake into the ring and rolls in after him. Angel is trying to get up, clawing at the canvas. Mike runs to the ropes and looks for another Shot of Malice! Blake moves! Laszlo stops and turns right into a GENECIDE KICK!!! Laszlo stumbles and Blake whips him hard across the ring into the turnbuckles! Blake charges in with the running knee then grabs Laszlo around the head and runs him across the ring for a Heavenās Fury bull dog through the table! }Vasco Dias: HEAVENāS FURY!!!
Terri Morasco: We may have spoken too soon, this could be it for Laszlo!?
{ Blake drags Mike out of the rubble and covers him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: How wasnāt that three!?
Terri Morasco: Laszlo is one of the most persistent men in all of professional wrestling. He wants to beat God!
Vasco Dias: You can want and you can wish but it all adds up to nothing in the end!
{ Blake uses the ropes to help himself stand, the war showing itās scars all over his body. Mike just lays there, regaining his breath. Angel drops down and rolls out of the ring, Blake quickly begins to look under the ring now. He moves from one side to the other until he pulls out a very large set of bolt cutters. }Terri Morasco: What is Blake planning on doing with those!?
Vasco Dias: Heās planning on unleashing hell!
{ Angel walks over to the cell door, he opens the cutters and closes them around one of the links of the chain and snap! The cell door swings open now. }Vasco Dias: Hell on Earth!
{ Mike starts to move finally and rolls out of the ring and to his feet. Blake steps out of the cell and looks up the large wall. Mike staggers his way toward Angel but Blake starts to climb the cell wall. }Vasco Dias: God is going all the way up!
Terri Morasco: Laszlo should absolutely not follow him!
{ Mike is out of the cell now, he looks up at Blake is roughly half way up. Mike shakes his right arm loose and starts to climb in visible pain. Mike uses everything he has and catches up to Angel. Blake drills him with an elbow but Mike grabs him with his right hand and bounces Angelās face off the wall. Blake hits him with another left elbow and Mike responds with a punch! Blake goes for another elbow but in a blink and youāll miss it moment Mike grabs Angel around the waist with his right arm and peels God off the cell wall and both men go careening to the arena floor in a GERMAN SUPLEX!!! }Vasco Dias: BODIES ON CONCRETE!
Terri Morasco: What a sickening thud!!!
{ Both men lay on the ground, basically out of it. }Terri Morasco: Mike Laszlo with a death defying German suplex off the side of the cell!
Vasco Dias: How will either of them continue!?
Terri Morasco: Iām not sure IWF should let them.
{ The referee is checking on both men and looks to throw the X but Laszlo grabs him by the collar and pushes him off. Mike drags himself up, limping, in pain but he carries on. Laszlo pulls Blake up to his feet and starts to walk him back inside the cell but Blake connects with a back elbow and then slams the cell door closed across the right arm of Mike Laszlo! Blake backs up and hits a GENECIDE KICK into the cage door closing it even harder against the right arm of Laszlo! }Terri Morasco: That arm has to be broken or something at least!
Vasco Dias: There is no way heās going to have a fully functioning right arm for a while!
{ Mike pulls his arm free and staggers into the apron, gripping his arm and writhing in pain. Blake steps back into the cell and fires off another GENECIDE KICK! This time catching Laszlo right in the jaw who just collapses onto the apron and instinctively rolls into the ring. }Vasco Dias: I honestly donāt know how either of these guys are still goingā¦
Terri Morasco: Itās a sight to see.
{ Blake stumbles toward the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. Laszlo is laying prone on the mat as Blake approaches. Blake slowly reaches down for Laszlo who suddenly grabs him with his left arm for a roll up! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Both men get to their feet and Laszlo hits a superkick! Then Mike leaps up for a fall back DDT but Blake pushes him off and connects with another GENECIDE KICK!!! Mike almost drops but Angel grabs him for an armdrag take down and transitions right into the figure four armbar in the center of the ring! }Vasco Dias: Thatās it! Iām calling that the ABSOLUTION!!! Your pain will absolve you of your sins!!!
{ Mike is out cold after the last Genocide Kick, Angel has his arm torqued at an obscene angle. The referee looks worried and finally calls for the bell as Mike Laszlo is unable to answer him. }Alison Valance: Your winner! And STILL IWF EXTREME CHAMPION!!! GOD!!!!!
{ Blake releases the hold and lays back on the mat, exhausted, bleeding, victorious. }Vasco Dias: The LORDGOD HAS PREVAILED!!!
Terri Morasco: That match was everything I expected it to be. Mike Laszlo gave it absolutely everything he had out here.
Vasco Dias: A stunning performance by Laszlo, I canāt take anything away from him but in the end, who is a match for God?
Terri Morasco: I can think of at least one personā¦
Vasco Dias: Donāt say his name or speak about the Horde! This is Godās time!
{ The referee lays the belt over Blake who is still laying there as medical staff come out, his music plays and we head to a promo package for the next match. }------------------------------------
WOMEN'S WORLD TITLE MATCH:Brooklyn Madrox (c) vs Vivienne Rodgers------------------------------------
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL for the Womenās world title championship!
Terri Morasco: This is the last match we will be broadcasting from the Pepsi arena. After this the main event is off-site. But as the last match here tonight you can tell the crowd is excited.
{the camera pans over the crowd which are cheering and waving signs.}Vasco Dias: This is the second time in as many months we will be seeing Brooklyn and Vivienne clash. Last time they were interrupted by Best Friends Club and Age of Gods female members. Hopefully, we will get the clash we have all been waiting for here tonight.
Terri Morasco: Assuming those factions can keep things to themselves for once.
Vasco Dias: Donāt be disrespectful of the Crowne Jewel that way.
{The opening trumpets to Confident by Demi Lovato begin to play as the lights in the ring drop, leaving gold and green spotlights on the stage and ramp. The lights in the arena pulse with similar colors as the bass kicks in. Vivienne herself does not appear until the lyrics begin in Earnest, walking on from backstage. Vivienne grins confidently as she raises a fist into the air on stage, holding the pose for a few seconds before stepping toward the ring, throwing a few punches and a kick as she begins to walk. She jumps up onto the apron, walking alongside the outer part of the ring before going in over the top rope, interacting with the crowd as she circles the inside of the ring. She takes to the center of the ring as the chorus plays, raising her fists into the air before Vivienne settles into her corner.}Alison Valance: Coming down to the ring first, from Maddison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 140 poundsā¦. Vivienne Rodgers!
Terri Morasco: Viv has been building up for this rematch. Sheās faced Rowan in the in between weeks. While her boyfriend is off preparing for the match for the menās world championship we have Viv here battling the other member of The Pack.
Vasco Dias: Brooklyn is hard hitting. Her reign has been an accomplished one. Many have come into this ring thinking they can take her out but havenāt been able to do it.
{The lights go dark again, the arena filling with swirling tones of purple light on black. It is a much darker tone than her usual fanfare. The mood is tense, and the arena fills with the screeching of crows. At first it seems that maybe they are coming over the sound systemā¦ but it is quickly apparent that a huge flock of large crows ā maybe ravens? ā have suddenly begun swooping through the rafters of the stadium. A long, distorted tone rings through the arena as purple smoke floods the rampā¦ and "In The Dark" by The Birthday Massacre begins to play.}Alison Valance: Representing The Pack, from Centralia, Pennsylvania ā weighing in at 112 pounds: The Little Bad Wolf, current Womenās World Championā¦. BROOKLYYYYYYN MAAAAAADROOOOOX!
{A wind seems to kick up from the entrance arena, blowing the smoke through the audience, revealing Brooklyn Madrox standing there in the dark mist ā her usual attire covered by what appears to be a dress of raven feathers. She stands there, grinning with a cruel gleam in her eye as she stares down the ramp. After a few moments, she strides towards the ring while maintaining eye contact with her challenger. She shrugs off the dress after climbing onto the apron. The crows land around her, perching on the ropes as she ducks under the top. She takes to the center of the ring and slowly spins, closing her eyes and chuckling as the crows take flight, swirling around the ring. When she stops, the sound of a thunderclap rings through the arena, causing the crows to fly off and vanish.}Terri Morasco: Thatās a new entrance from Brooklyn here.
Vasco Dias: Iā¦ I kind of like it?
{Brooklyn holds her belt up so the crowd can see it, there is a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. The ref takes the belt and shows it to Vivienne who nods upon seeing it.}
Terri Morasco: I donāt imagine either women is going to be holding back tonight.
Vasco Dias: Why should they? Vivienne is trying to be a light in the darkness while Brooklyn is trying to be the longest Champion in the history of the belt.
Terri Morasco: One of Vivās first matches was against Brooklyn.
Vasco Dias: And look where they are now. Practically main eventing Extreme Endurance.
{The Ref looks between the two women and calls for the bell. Brooklyn rushes across the ring and hits Viv with a Leaping calf kick, knocking her back. Brooklyn then hits her with a Pele kick.}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn with a strong showing right out of the gate.
Terri Morasco: Viv gets in her stride if she can build momentum. Brooklyn is smart to try to derail that.
Vasco Dias: Sheās going for blood.
{Brooklyn goes for A Low dropkick to Viv as she struggles to get to her feet.}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn keeping Viv down is a smart strategy.
Terri Morasco: Brooklyn isnāt a champion by chance.
{Viv rolls out of the way of another kick, pulling herself up to her feet. She quickly goes up behind Brooklyn and hits her with a Belly to back suplex.}Terri Morasco: Nice offense.
Vasco Dias: Viv is getting her feet under herself finally.
{Viv grabs Brooklyn as sheās getting up and drops her into a Swinging Backbreaker before tossing her down to the mat. The champion gets back to feet, pushing her hair out of her face, glaring at Viv.}Vasco Dias: You can cut the tension with a knife here.
Terri Morasco: Please donāt say it like that.
{Brooklyn hits Vivienne with a stiff elbow strike sending her sprawling. She waits for Viv to get back to her feet before hitting her with a Unholy Trinity.}Terri Morasco: Brooklyn getting the upper hand here again.
{Brooklyn goes for the cover.
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KICK OUT}Vasco Dias: That was close.
Terri Morasco: Viv doesnāt go down easy.
Vasco Dias: Phrasing.
Terri Morasco: What are you, twelve?
{Brooklyn looks frustrated before grabbing Viv by the hair and hitting her with a Calf crusher followed by strikes to back of the knee, calf and ankles. Viv lets out a sound of pain. Brooklyn smirks and elbow strikeās Vivās ankles again.}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn has found her focus.
Terri Morasco: Brooklyn is going after Vivās ankles. Iām not sure thatās a focus.
{Viv kicks Brooklyn in the elbow rolling away from the little bad wolf. She pulls herself up to her feet, wincing at standing. Brooklyn rubs her elbow before moving on Viv. Viv hits her with a choke slam.}Terri Morasco: Viv pushing through the pain.
Vasco Dias: It wonāt be enough. The Pack is breed with pain in mind.
Terri Morasco: Recruited is what you meant.
{Brooklyn moves off of Viv before hitting her with a Handspring back elbow knocking Viv down to the mat.}Vasco Dias: Here we go
Terri Morasco: Viv can still get out of this.
{As Brooklyn is going in for another move, Viv hits her with a Rainbow.}Vasco Dias: Viv still has something left in the tank.
Terri Morasco: Sheās not going down without a fight, Vasco.
{Before Brooklyn can fully recover, Viv grapples her and hits her with a Powerbomb. Then another powerbomb. By the third sheās hit a Slumber Party.}Vasco Dias: I donāt like the look of this.
{Viv hits Brooklyn with the TIK TOK. Viv goes for the pin.
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thre-KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: That was too damn close!
Terri Morasco: I donāt know if Iāve ever seen someone kick out of that beforeā¦
{Brooklyn is clearly frustrated. Viv moves her hair out of her face before hitting Brooklyn with a powerbomb.}Vasco Dias: Boo! Boo!
{Brooklyn pops back up and hits Viv with a European uppercut. Brooklyn goes for the pin.
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KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: Oh I think Brooklyn is upset.
{Viv pushes Brooklyn off of her. Brooklyn goes for her again but Viv gets her into a firemanās carry.}Terri Morasco: Viv wants this done just as much as Brooklyn does I think.
{Viv goes for the cover
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KICK OUT!}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn isnāt ready to go out of this match yet.
{They both get to their feet and Brooklyn weaves out of Vivās reach, hits her with a hard looking hit to the right anckle and gets behind her and hits Butterfly Kisses before trying for another pin.
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KICK OUT!}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn isnāt playing around here. She wants to put Viv out of commission.
Terri Morasco: Viv isnāt going to go down easy though.
{Brooklyn backs off just enough to hit Viv with a kick.}Vasco Dias: Ouch.
{Viv pushes herself back up, whipping some blood from her mouth. Brooklyn stands in the center of the ring as the crowd reacts loudly.}Vasco Dias: Brooklyn looks unstoppable here.
Terri Morasco: Viv isnāt out yet.
Vasco Dias: She made the little cinnamon roll bleed. Thatās something.
Terri Morasco: You have a lot of problems, you know that?
{Viv suddenly jumps up and takes Brooklyn into a Anaconda Vice.}Terri Morasco: A submission move?! We rarely see that from Vivienne!
Vasco Dias: I doubt that Brooklyn is going to tap out.
{Viv tightens the hold but Brooklyn grits her teeth moving across the ring despite the hold.}Terri Morasco: How is she doing this?
Vasco Dias: Brooklyn was taught by Rowan and Dean. Her body can handle a lot of pain.
{Brooklyn gets a hold of the bottom rope. Viv lets go of Brooklyn and backs off.}Vasco Dias: Viv could have held on a little longer.
Terri Morasco: Sheās a good sport, Vasco. Unlike some people.
{Brooklyn hits Viv with another pele kick, breathing a little hard.}Terri Morasco: Brooklyn is tired of this game.
Vasco Dias: Sheās the champion.
{Brooklyn points at Viv and is saying something and Viv shakes her head.}Terri Morasco: Hang on, Iām getting reports from the back--
{Suddenly the BFC theme plays from the PA system. Viv, The ref and Brooklyn both look to the entrance ramp. Charity is standing at the top of the ramp, looking at her nails. From behind Amber Cooke and Ciara OāConnor slip over the barricade. Ciara climbs into the ring as the Ref is yelling at Charity to get out of here. Amber tosses Ciara a metal folding chair. Ciara hits Viv hard in the back with it before dropping the caira and dead dropping out of the ring.}Terri Morasco: What is going on?
Vasco Dias: Best Friends Club is making their opinion known.
{As the ref turns around seeing Viv down and Brooklyn standing near the chair. He shakes his head and yells at Brooklyn, Brooklyn yells back at him and he calls for the bell.}Vasco Dias: Oh this is perfect.
{the crowd boos and starts a āFuck you Ciaraā chant.ā}Alison Valance: Brooklyn Madrox is disqualified but retains the Womenās World Championship
Terri Morasco: Thatāsā¦Thatās unacceptable!
{Brooklyn hits the ref with a European uppercut. She whirls around as Ciara climbs onto the outside and blows her a kiss mockingly. Amber Cooke has gone to join Charity at the top of the ramp as Security makes their way down.}Terri Morasco: This cannot be happening.
Vasco Dias: The BFC wants to be taken seriously. They believe they should be in the world title match. This is how they do it.
Terri Morasco: How is that allowed?
{Brooklyn grabs Ciara by the hair and drags her into the ring and kicks her in the face.}Terri Morasco: the crowd is making their feelings known here but I donāt think the BFC or Brooklyn care.
Vasco Dias: Could be worse.
{Brooklyn hits Ciara with a Balorās Gaze. She turns to the security entering the ring with Elbow strikes and THE BIG BAD WOLF.} Vasco Dias: Brooklyn apparently will not be stopped.
{Viv gets to her feet looking at Brooklyn standing over the security team and Ciara. She steps over Ciaraās body before hitting her with a RAISE YOUR GLASS knocking the champion down. She leans against the ropes, clearly in pain as more security pours down.}------------------------------------
MEN'S WORLD TITLE MATCH:Compound Match
Xavier Cross (accompanied by Redcap) vs Dean Harper (c)------------------------------------
{The camera goes to the commentary table where Terri and Vasco are sitting.}Terri Morasco: The time has come for the Main Event. We will be broadcasting live from The Pack Compound.
Vasco Dias: For once I donāt mind someone else doing our job. I wouldnāt want to be there.
{The feed changes from the commentary table to a desk we see former IWF talent Shea OāHara and Sara Otis, sitting at a table.}Shea OāHara: I appreciate your concern, Terri and Vasco. Welcome to The Pack compound. Iām Shea OāHara.
Sara Otis: And Iām Sara Otis. We will be the commentary team here. Hi.
Shea OāHara: Do you have any experience doing commentary, Sara?
Sara Otis: I did a little during the Last Rites Match.
Shea OāHara:ā¦Fair. Alright, well, looks like we are about to get started.
{The lights flicker as the drums of āWhite rabbitā stars to hit the P.A and out slides the Redcap, slowly swaggering to the ring as if in a trance nodding his head and pushing at the crowd before climbing the apron and sliding backwards into the ring on his belly into a corner slowly pushing to his feet before throwing himself across the top rope as if it were a hammock to slide his jacket off.}Shea OāHara: Redcap was one of the top three in the Heir to the Throne this year. He has been very vocal about his dislike of The Pack and The Age of Gods. He had a fight with Dean Harper a couple Open Fight Nights ago and seemed to really get under The World Championās skin.
Sara Otis: Redcap seems to think that he is untouchable because he wears that mask. Iām not sure that is going to be true forever.
{Redcap holds a mic in his hands as he continues to casually hang on the ropes.}Redcap: This eveningās events will arise a true spender. Thrall and all, will be sit in rapt attention as the World is fought for, defended and maimed in the cage of the championās choosing. Within the cage they shall clash. Weapons and anything else at their disposal shall be allowed. The match will have but one fall to end it all.
Sara Otis: Heās enjoying himself.
Shea OāHara: I think itās nice.
{Redcap sits up.}Redcap: And now with pleasure out of the way, it is time to make fate do itās play.
Shea OāHara: Heās certainly got a way with words, donāt you think?
Sara Otis: in a way, I guess.
{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. }Redcap: Heir apparent to the throne, holding of the fire, carrier of hopes and dreamsā¦Xavier Cross.
{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.}Shea OāHara: Xavier Cross has been working hard to get to this point. He has been doing everything he can to get to this match with Dean. Xavier Cross has not gotten a World Championship with all his time in IWF. This might be his chance.
Sara Otis: He has gone on a pretty intense redemption arch since Dean injured him back when they were fighting for the Man of Steel belt. But turning your life around doesnāt mean heās got what it takes to take on Dean by himself.
{The lights go out as the melodic opening of The Howling by Within Temptation begins to play. After a few moments, a single white spotlight shines down on the stage, showing Dean crouched on the stage, looking down at the ground with his hood concealing his face. Smoke rises around him eerily as he slowly rolls his wrists. Suddenly, in time with the opening guitar riff, the lights snap blood red as Dean stands, walking through the now red-lit smoke towards the ring. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, he spreads his arms wide as he soaks in the red flashing lights before lifting his head sharply, kicking back the hood to show his face, nodding in rhythm to the music as he slowly breaks into a wicked grin. After a few moments he turns and settles into his corner, tossing his hood and jacket to ringside, taking the World Champion belt off and hanging on the ropes.}Shea OāHara: Dean looks focused. He set this match up. All the pieces are in his corner.
Sara Otis: Dean has been looking forward to this match. Heās been very clear about that since Xavier won the Heir to the Throne.
Redcap: Holder of the World, Champion of his Family, Most Loyal, Dean Harper.
Shea OāHara: Itās a grudge match of sorts. Dean has been a thorn in Xavierās side before.
Sara Otis: And now the shoe is on the other foot. Xavier has been making himself a large target.
{Dean and Xavier are standing in their corners. Dean winks at Xavier, who shakes his head. The Thrall Ref takes the belt from Dean and shows it to Xavier, but Xavier keeps his eyes on Dean. The Thrall Ref walks the belt over to the sidelines where Redcap takes it and sets it on his lap.}Shea OāHara: I imagine things are going to get pretty intense once the bell rings.
Sara Otis: Intense is a gentle way to phrase it I guess.
{As soon as the bell goes off Xavier rushes across the ring and hits Dean with a Running Dropkick to the Chest, knocking Dean into the turnbuckle. Xavier hits Dean with a couple chops in the corner. Dean hits Xavier in the throat causing him to stumble backwards slightly.}Shea OāHara: Strong opening from Xavier here but Dean always seems to spring back when you least expect it.
Sara Otis: Deanās sneaky like that.
{Dean smirks going after Xavier and hitting him with Repeated knee strikes to the midsection. Xavier groans and drops to his knees.}Shea OāHara: Dean is not leaving much room for Xavier to recover.
Sara Otis: Why should he? Itās for his belt.
{Dean grabs Xavier by the hair and hitting him with a Snap belly-to-belly suplex into the turnbuckles. Xavier drops to the mat and struggles to this feet.}Shea OāHara: I hate that move. I hate watching it.
Sara Otis: Why? Because Dean did it so many times to Xavier back in their man of steel match that Xavier was gone from in ring?
Shea OāHara: Obviously.
Sara Otis: I donāt mind it.
{Dean goes to the corner with a High running dropkick to Xavier. He repeatedly kicks Xavier as the ref does the count before Dean backs off at the last possible second.}Shea OāHara: Dean really pushing the limits here.
Sara Otis: Heās getting as much as he can as quickly as he can.
{As Xavier is being checked on by the ref Dean reaches down by the side of the ring and pulls out the baseball bat with the words GOOD TIMES with dried blood on it.}Shea OāHara: Not the bat.
Sara Otis: Yey! The bat!
{As soon as the ref moves Dean hits Xavier with the bat to the shoulder. Dean hits Xavier with a Bicycle knee and another hit from the bat.}Shea OāHara: Dean is not holding back at all with those strikes.
Sara Otis: Xavier had to know this was coming.
{Xavier takes a Diving Knee Drop to Dean, knocking the bat out of his hands. Getting back to his feet, Xavier seems to shake off the dust before using the ropes to get into a Springboard Enziguri knocking Dean down.}Shea OāHara: Xavier with a second wind!
Sara Otis: Boo.
{Xavier hits him with a Tornado DDT.}Shea OāHara: Xavier is on fire here.
Sara Otis: It wont last.
{Xavier grapples Dean and takes him into a German Suplex, rolled into a belly to back wheelbarrow facebuster. Xavier grapples Dean again so he has him set up for another suplex but seems to pause.}Shea OāHara: Xavier pausing but Iām not sure why.
Sara Otis: Maybe he needs to catch his breath?
{Xavier is clearly whispering something in Deanās ear before releasing him and pushing him away. Dean whirls back at him, staring at him. Xavier takes a step towards him, offering a hand to him.}Shea OāHara: Xavier clearly has something planned here.
Sara Otis: Xavier clearly had some kind of game in play since the beginning. Letās see if he can make it work.
{Dean looks at the hand and takes a step towards Xavier before his eyes glow and he hits Xavier with a Show of Devotion, knocking Xavier on to his back.}Shea OāHara: Iāve never seen Deanās eyes glow during a match. Whatās going on?
Sara Otis: Youāve talked before. You know whatās going on.
Shea OāHara: the demon is in the ring right now?!
{The demon shakes it head disapprovingly, grabbing Xavier by the hair before hitting him in the face with his knee and dropping the Heir to the Throne to the ground.}Shea OāHara: This canāt be allowed! Itās not fair to have Xavier alone in the ring with that thing!
Sara Otis: He signed on the dotted line. Whatever weapons they have at hand.
{Redcap opens the door to the enclosure slipping in, stepping on he outside of the ring. The demon goes for a DANCE THE SPIRAL but Xavier pops up his eyes suddenly change color and he superkicks the Demon in the neck, knocking him down to the mat.}Shea OāHara: ā¦What just happened to Xavier?
Sara Otis: Looks like he was packing a little extra punch himself.
{The Dragon circles the demon and hits him with a The Final Flame.}Shea OāHara: This essence sure isnāt letting the demon go easy.
Sara Otis: You want to keep him off his feet. Thatās the smart thing to do.
{The Dragon goes for a Diving Knee Drop on The demonās back. Then he lifts the demon up and hits him with a Snap Fisherman Suplex.}Shea OāHara: Iām being told its The Dragon? But um, he is not leaving any chances for a comeback.
Sara Otis: Apparently.
{The dragon throws the demon across the mat, the demon rolls and barely catches the rope in time to keep from falling out of the ring.}Shea OāHara: The dragon is leaving nothing to chance. He is beating the hell out of the demon.
Sara Otis: {snorts}Shea OāHara: Did you just laugh?
Sara Otis: Kind of? Iām weak to puns.
{The dragon kicks the demon hard in the spine. Grabs him by the arm and drags him in the middle of the ring and legdrops on the arm. The demon grits his teeth.}Shea OāHara: the dragon is certainly trying to pay Dean back for all that time of threatening to ābreakā him.
Sara Otis: to be fair, Dean has broken him a few times.
{The Dragon drops the demonās arm, goes for a move but the demon goes for a Roll-through Russian legsweep followed by a flipping leg drop hitting the dragon like a ton of bricks.}Shea OāHara: a comeback from the demon here.
Sara Otis: Sir is very strong that way.
{The Dragon grabs the demon by the throat and slams him into the cage wall. The demon smiles, grabbing on to the Dragon and head butting him. The Dragon drops him whips the blood from his forehead with his hand.}Shea OāHara: the dragon is bleeding.
Sara Otis: If it bleeds you can kill it sir!
{the demon hits the dragon with a Running kneelift into a hangmanās neckbreaker, knocking him back. The dragon gets back up, looks like he is going to kick, which the demon catches smirking the dragon performs Forged in Flame, knocking the demon almost inside out.}Shea OāHara: Thisā¦difference in Xavier seems to hit like a tank.
Sara Otis: Werenāt you the one complaining about the power in balance earlier?
{The dragon backs off, waiting for The demon to get up before hitting him with a ECHOES OF MADDNESS.}Shea OāHara: Thatās one of Xavierās Finishers.
Sara Otis: Sir is not going to go down that easy.
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The dragon breaks his own pin at two counts.}Shea OāHara: What is even going on?
Sara Otis: Iām not sure.
{The eye color goes back to normal. Xavier touches Deanās face and is clearly asking Dean something, āYou get to make a choice hereā¦ā The demon hits Xavier in the head with the bat that had been left near his body.}Shea OāHara: Xavier, what are you planning?
{Xavier stumbles back as the demon stands up with the help of the bat. It smirks, āGood try there, sweetheart but he doesnāt get that call.ā}Shea OāHara: What did Xavier say to Dean to get this reaction?
Sara Otis: He didnāt ask Dean. He asked ā¦Sir.
{The demon flips the bat and catches it by the handle again. Glowing eyes still shining as he swings back and hits Xavier again but Xavier manages to roll so Dean hits him in the back.}Shae OāHara: I donāt know if I can watch thisā¦
Sara Otis: Sir is very driven when it comes to proving a point.
{It takes the bat and pushes Xavier over on his back, making clear the bat it going to hit him in the head by lining up the shot before swinging back.}Shea OāHara: He canāt do that. He canāt!
Sara Otis: He can. He will.
{As It brings down the bat at the last minute Redcap is crouching over Xavier taking the hit to the head, there is a loud crack and an indent in the helmet, blood seeping out of the crack in the mask Where the demon hit him.}Shea OāHara: Oh god. Oh my god. Redcap took that hit for Xavier Cross!
{The Thrall Ref looks to the demon as if to ask if the match should end. It growls at him and the Ref steps back.}Sara Otis: Sir wants to finish this.
Shea OāHara: Right but he just hit a man who was not in this match with a bat!
Sara Otis: Redcap shouldnāt have gotten in the way.
{Xavier sits up slightly whipping Redcapās blood off his own face. The demon sighs dramatically tapping the helmet with the bat, indicating that he needs to get out of the ring. Xavier ignores the demon and seems to be helping Redcap take the helmet off which Redcap allows. Xavierās eyes go a little wide.}Shea OāHara: Is thatā¦
Sara Otis: Oh no.
{Redcap turns around revealing the bloody face of Devlin Raine to the camera and the demon in the process. It takes a step back and drops the bat.}Shea OāHara: Devlin? Heās been Redcap the whole time?
{Devlin smirks through the blood, āHey, Baeā. Deanās eyes stop glowing, seems to be struggling with what is in front of him.}
Sara Otis: Dean seems to be just as shocked.
{Xavier pops up, his eyes changing back to The Dragon. The Dragon hits Dean with a Vertical Suplex Drop into Knee Lift. As Dean struggles to get back up, The dragon takes Deanās chin in his hand, spreading some of his own blood over Deanās mouth before pressing the finger inside.}Sara Otis: Uhhā¦should we be watching this?
Shea OāHara: Iām trying to figure that out myself, honestly.
{The Dragon drops Deanās face as Dean coughs, seemingly struggling to breathe.}Sara Otis: What did he do?
Shea OāHara: I have no idea.
{A black cloud seems to coil out of Deanās mouth with extreme speed, shifting direction like itās running before The Dragon grab onto it and seem to devours it. There is an unearthly sound that makes the hair rise, as if something is screaming that you canāt really hear.}Sara Otis:ā¦Oh no.
{Dean drops to his knees then onto his hands as he vomits blood onto the mat. The Dragon fades and Xavier wavers on his feet}Shea OāHara: He just ate the demon?
{Xavier falls to the mat. Dean rolls onto his back near the blood pile. The Thrall Ref looks between the two competitors and starts counting.}Shea OāHara: I was not expecting this.
Sara Otis: Get up, Dean!
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{Dev helps Xavier to his feet, leaning him against the ropes, holds him steady. Xavier shakes his head, indicating heās fine. Dev adjusts the world title belt heās still holding to see the thrall ref dragging Dean away.}Shea OāHara: What is he doing?
Sara Otis: Getting Dean away until Rowan returns.
{Dev sighs and hits the thrall ref with an arm wringer pele kick knocking the ref down and turns to Dean.}Shea O'Hara: Well, I'm not sure what the point of that was.
{Xavier pushes away from Dev and bends down to seemingly ask Dean something, but Dean seems more focused on breathing, not really seeming to respond to anything.}Sara Otis: You need to leave. Now.
{There seems to be a roar from the crowd, the camera catches the crowd of thralls all getting on their knees and bowing their heads.}Shea OāHara: You might not be wrongā¦
{Xavier tries to get Dean to respond, shaking him slightly.}Sara Otis: Leave him alone. Youāve done enough.
{Dev grabs Xavier pulling him to his feet pointing at the crowd and motioning towards the entrance to the cage. Xavier shakes his head, indicating heās not leaving. Dev says something to Dean the mic doesnāt catch but Dean seems to be reaching for something.}Sara Otis: Leave him alone!
{There is the sound of what is likely a prayer in Latin as Dev and Xavier glance at each other than Dean before pulling him up and dragging him out of the ring. The camera seems to get some static as Shea opens the other side of the cage as Dev and Xavier drag or help Dean out.}Sara Otis: No, no, youāyou canāt!
{Rowan suddenly in the middle of the ring before the feed cuts out.} 
Well howdy there pardner.