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Post by Jess Fowler on Nov 14, 2018 1:50:53 GMT
 Monday Night Sacrifice
Open Fight Night
Monday, November 12, 2018
Ericsson Globe, Stockholm Sweden
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"SINGLES MATCH"
DEBATE
Rob Diamond vs James Gilmore
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{ Real American plays over a highlight package of the political careers of Rob Diamond and James Gilmore before we come back to the main stage of Sacrifice. There are two podiums, Rob and James stand behind each of them. Sitting before them at a decorated table is legendary game show host, Pat Sajak. }
Alison Valance: Ladies and Gentlemen...
{ Alison is reading from a cue card as Rob smiles in the background. }
Alison Valance: I'd like to welcome you to the debate for the Presidency of the Future United States of America. Tonight's guest moderator is the host of such popular game shows as Wheel of Fortune and...
{ There's a purposeful pause as clearly he's only hosted one game show and Rob snickers in the background as James looks annoyed. }
Pat Sajak: Thank you very much for the wonderful introduction. Now my intent tonight is to field the questions given to me by an impartial third party supplied graciously by Rob Diamond.
James: Gilmore: Isn't that a conflict of interest?
Pat Sajak: Excuse me Mr. Gilmore but you'll get your chance to speak after I ask the questions.
Rob Diamond: Have some manners.
{ James looks over to Rob who is obnoxiously chewing gum. }
Pat Sajak: Now I will ask each of you different questions, you will each have thirty seconds to respond to the question and then your opponent will have thirty seconds to respond to your response. Are we clear?
Rob Diamond: As crystal.
James Gilmore: Absolutely.
Pat Sajak: Excellent. Now my first question is for Rob Diamond. You've built a very strong case against why Mr. Gilmore shouldn't be president of the future any longer but can you tell us why you should be?
{ Rob straightens up with a smile. }
Rob Diamond: Pat, ladies and gentlemen of the great Future United States, I should be president for one very simple reason. It's a very good reason. Probably the best reason anyone could ever have. You see it has been made abundantly clear to me through several verified and anonymous sources that James Gilmore is indirectly related to Hitler.
{ Gilmore jumps right in. }
James Gilmore: This is absurd!
Pat Sajak: Mr. Gilmore, please! You will have your chance to respond.
Rob Diamond: All I'm saying is he allegedly has Nazi blood and isn't even bothered enough to deny it. As for me? 100% not related to Hitler and I can verify that with DNA evidence.
{ Rob points to the Imperitron which shows Rob's personal DNA analysis which simply reads "No relation to Hitler." }
Pat Sajak: That's some pretty damning evidence, Mr. Gilmore. Do you have a response?
{ James' brows perk up as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. }
James Gilmore: Before I go on here...Pat, I'd like to take a 'P'.
Pat Sajak: {chuckles} No, you may not! Your time starts now.
{ Gilmore smiles as we hear Terri Morasco giggling on audio. She got the joke. }
James Gilmore: Well, that's what I wanna do after listenin' to Mr. Diamond's answer for around forty-seven seconds! Thing is, I don't need the full 30 to ham things up and spout bullcorn. I'll just say it up front.
{ James paused. }
James Gilmore: Truth is, I've lived my entire adult life in two places...in the ring and on the beach. I love the adrenaline and always have done so, but ONE THING I can't stand is dishonesty. I've been keepin' quiet about Mr. Diamond's constant trollin' over a mere joke by some old lady who thought she was from the future! Fact is, all this stuff about Nazism in my blood...it's all fake news, and--
{ The classic Wheel of Fortune "wrong letter" buzzer sounds, cutting James off before he could finish. }
Pat Sajak: Time is up Mr. Gilmore. Now, my first question for you and let me remind you you only have thirty seconds to answer, what is your general economic plan both nationally and globally taking into consideration that in the Future United States of America the machines have taken over?
{ Rob chuckles a little under his breath. }
James Gilmore: {sees Rob's body language, clears throat} First off, how in the bleep can ya talk about an economy in the future when, frankly, the future ain't written yet?! We dunno if machines will take over, we dunno if we're even gonna survive a World War III! The state of this planet is divided as it is--
{ The buzzer sounds again, and James raises his left brow. }
Pat Sajak: I'm sorry Mr. Gilmore, but...your time is up.
James Gilmore: ...pffft, WHAT?! That was only, like, 20 seconds dude!
{ We see Rob trying to hold his giggles as James pulls out a Plinko chip and hands it to the longtime game show host--much like a contestant would give him a "Free Spin" token when that rule was around. }
Pat Sajak: Wrong show, I'm afraid. Mr. Diamond...your response?
Rob Diamond: Well Pat it's obvious that Mr. Gilmore here doesn't have a plan of any kind for the economy let alone acknowledge the tyranny of the machines. Honestly everything about his campaign sounds like a lot of Terminator propaganda and I'm shocked he managed to get elected in the future to begin with.
{ James does a big old eye roll. }
Pat Sajak: As an impartial moderator I absolutely agree, Mr. Diamond. Now for my next question. Mr. Diamond, you've spent a great deal of time and money on your campaign against Mr. Gilmore, can you tell me what you plan to wear at your inauguration?
{ James slams his hands down. }
James Gilmore: What does that have to do with-
{ The buzzer again. }
Pat Sajak: MR GILMORE! PLEASE! Some decorum. Mr. Diamond?
{ Rob clears his throat. }
Rob Diamond: Well Pat, that's a loaded question if I ever heard one. Currently my strategy going into my eventual inauguration is to lead this country to both greatness and nudity through lower taxes, free college education and health care as well as the promise of clothing being absolutely optional no matter where you go. But to your question, I plan to wear my birthday suit.
Pat Sajak: An excellent choice. Mr. Gilmore, youR response?
{ James is left scratching his head, wondering what in the hell Rob is talking about. He tries to recompose himself by taking a deep breath as well as a sip from a small bottle of green tea. }
James Gilmore: Free healthcare and college?! Lower taxes?! Ya know, as much as I'd appreciate the latter...who's gonna foot the darn bill for the former!?! Oh, that's right...average George and Jane Jetson! And while I do understand that nudity in Stockholm, Sweden...
{ The crowd delivers the cheap pop. }
James Gilmore: ...is considered, more or less, a work of art, I wouldn't wanna go nowhere without havin' SOMETHIN' on to cover my butt in the dead of winter! That's how I'm seein'--
[ANNNNNNNNNNNT!!!!]
Pat Sajak: Mr. Gilmore...that buzzer must really be your friend!
James Gilmore: Or part of them groups of pill-pushers!
{ the fans laugh out loud at the terrible joke. Pat rolls his eyes, recalling back to one of the most famous missolves in his show's history. }
Pat Sajak: THIS IS A CIVILIZED DEBATE, MR. GILMORE!!!
James Gilmore: I understand that Pat, but I also understand...that ever since I came back to the ring in January followin' my legal situation, I've been tryin' really hard to stay civil, to keep my composure while still havin' fun doin' what I love. All the while, however, I've had people knockin' me around like I was ysterday's trash, trollin' me 'cuz of some of the screw-ups I did in the past, and...I'm SICK of it!
Pat Sajak: Mr. Gilm-
James Gilmore: I ain't finished!
{ Pat shakes his head as James stares daggers into Rob. }
James Gilmore: First it was Trent Helms, then he ran away like a coward instead of usin' his talents wisely in the ring. Now it's Mr. Diamond over there, and I wanna ask him somethin'...how does it make ya feel?! How does it make ya feel in knowin' that you could say all this nonsensical crap...and think that you ain't got consequences comin' your way!?! Well...I ain't gonna let that happen no more, 'cuz as the sayin' goes...what goes around, comes around.
{ The crowd cheers as we see Yulia Malakova, James Gilmore's fiancee, walk onto the stage with a smile on her face--and her personal Sony Handycam. }
James Gilmore: My fiancee Yulia here loves two things more than anything else...travelin' and videography. She loves filmin' things, and as I speak...she uploaded a l'il somethin' onto IWF's YouTube account the other day. Apparently, she couldn't help but catch a certain Mr. Diamond in the act of...hrm, makin' an ass of himself in front of the wonderful people here in Stockholm!
{ Pat's eyes widen like saucers as he turns his gaze from Gilmore to Diamond. }
James Gilmore: So dudes in the truck, if ya got the footage ready...ROLL IT!
Rob Diamond: I OBJECT!
{ But it's far too late as the Imperitron starts to roll backstage footage of Rob Diamond in his personal dressing room. A woman is attending to his eye liner while a man is dressing his hair. A young man strolls into the room with a tray of buffalo wings and places them down on the table next to Rob Diamond. }
Rob Diamond: Finally, I'm friggin' starving!
{ Rob brashly moves past the hair dresser and make up artist to scoop up a wing and dunk it into the juicy white stuff in the container on the tray. He brings the wing up to his face and takes a big old bite out of it before his eyes go wide and he spits the chunk of chicken right into the hair dressers face! }
Rob Diamond: RANCH!?
{ Rob turns and looks to the young man who brought the buffalo chicken tray. }
Rob Diamond: WHO THE FUCK HAS RANCH WITH BUFFALO CHICKEN!?
{ Rob launches out of the chair and gets right in the young man's face. }
Rob Diamond: ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME!?
Young Man: No?
Rob Diamond: Because it feels like you're trying to poison me! Do you even know who I am!?
Young Man: Not really?
{ Rob's jaw literally hits the floor. }
Rob Diamond: I'm ROB MOTHER FUCKING DIAMOND!!! I'm the future President of the Future United States of America!!!
{ Rob looks to the hair dresser who still has chicken on his face. }
Rob Diamond: Do you believe this shit!?
{ The hair dresser finally wipes the chicken away and shrugs. Rob looks back to the young man. }
Rob Diamond: I could have you deported for this, you know that right?
Young Man: I'm not American?
Rob Diamond: Oh yeah!? Well let's see that birth certificate then!? Prove to me you aren't American!? Probably are an American just like all the other dumb ass lazy mouth breathing Americans who eat ranch with buffalo chicken like fucking animals.
{ The young man finally turns around and leaves the dressing room. }
Rob Diamond: DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!!! You know what? I'll make you a citizen and then I'll deport you!! YEAH! And! AND! I'll have the IRS audit your bitch ass!!! Stupid ass none American ranch giving mother fucker.
{ Rob turns back to his staff and sits back down. }
Rob Diamond: What are you idiots doing? Is it break time!? Make me look pretty, pronto!
{ The video feed cuts back to Rob and James at their podiums. Pat Sajak slowly slinks off the stage as Rob is utterly flabbergasted. }
Rob Diamond:... That footage was doctored!
James Gilmore: Nope.
Rob Diamond:... It's out of context!
James Gilmore: Is it?
{ Rob finally has had enough and flips the podium over. }
Rob Diamond: You know what!? Fuck this! Who the fuck does eat ranch with buffalo chicken!? Fucking people no taste buds that's who!!!
James Gilmore: Guess this means I win the debate.
Rob Diamond: OH!?
{ Rob turns toward Gilmore and points at him. }
Rob Diamond: You win this round mouth breather but come Survival of the Fittest that ass belongs to me!
James Gilmore: You challengin' me to a wrasslin' match?
Rob Diamond: You goddamn better believe it.
James Gilmore: Let's do it!
{ Rob immediately storms off stage making sure to shove a camera operator onto his ass on his way by while James smirks from behind his podium. }
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SEGMENT
Jayson Wants God
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{The scene opens on an undisclosed location. A hole in the wall gym in a forgotten part of town. After a few moments the door swings open and a figure steps out into the cold.
It slowly approaches the camera and you can see a man in a zip up hoodie. Underneath it was a Stan Lee t-shirt. As it came a little closer you could tell it was Jayson Matthews.
He breathed in and exhaled the crisp air. The warm fog that came out quickly dissipated around him.}
Jayson Matthews: You know who I want.
{His icy blue eyes turn cold the minute the thought of him enters his mind. Warm air shoots into the cold from his nostrils like an angry bull.}
Jayson Matthews: At Survival of the Fittest, inside that Extinction Cage...
{He rubs his taped hands together and he smiles in anticipation.}
Jayson Matthews: I finally get my wish. I get what Iâve been after. One more crack at âGodâ. Iâm just going to train for this cage like itâs the last thing Iâll ever do with the plan of taking that bastard out. All I have to do is wait two weeks. So Iâm not going to stand out here and waste everyoneâs time telling them something they all know plenty about.
{He shakes his head.}
Jayson Matthews: No. Instead Iâm taking this time to send a message to my team. The challengers team for the Extinction match and my partners. Look. I have nothing but respect for all of you. Iâm all about being a team player. I know that most of you are going to be in that cage looking for titles and glory. I want you to know that Iâm cool with that. Andrew. Devlin. Vivienne. Rowan. If it were up to me, youâd all be walking out with belts and fame and accolades and everything you need. I wish you the best.
{He takes a step forward.}
Jayson Matthews: But Angel Blake is mine!
{He points to himself and glares into the camera.}
Jayson Matthews: I know some of you think you have some problem you need to settle with Angel Blake. But Iâm telling you right nowâŚ
{He points into the camera and proverbially his team mates. His eyes a passionate gaze.}
Jayson Matthews: Inside that cage. On that night. In Athens, Greece.
{He pauses to make sure everyone could see how serious he was and he was sure to enunciate every word.}
Jayson Matthews: He. Is. Mine.
{The warm air exhales through his nostrils like a raging chimney.}
Jayson Matthews: Flat out. I donât care what any of you have to say. At Survival of the Fittest, when that cage door locks and the bell ringsâŚ. Do your thing somewhere else and just stay out of my way. At no point, no matter what it looks like will I want your helpâŚâ
{He considers all possibilities in his head.}
Jayson Matthews: âŚ.or will I want you to save me.
{He shakes it of and shrugs his shoulders.}
Jayson Matthews: Andrew, Devlin, Viv, Rowan, with all due respect, once that match starts all Iâm asking you to do, is mind your damn business and let me handle mine.â
{He grins confidently as he faces the camera.}
Jayson Matthews: Angel Blake. You hide no longer. You beat me once and it hurt. But inside that cage...I tear you limb from limb. Thereâs nowhere to hide, nowhere to runâŚ.two weeks, Angel Blake. Two weeks.â
{Jayson holds up two fingers as he holds a confident glare as the camera slowly faded into an audio clip from Megadeth.}
{All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the countdown to extinction}
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SINGLES MATCH
Christina Rose vs Vesna
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{Vesna and Christina exchange blows for a little bit before Maxine Valentine comes out and puts them both down.}
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SEGMENT
No Rest for the Wicked
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{Dean is sitting in catering drinking a smoothie with his headphones in. Suddenly out of nowhere Helena Sawyer pops up at his table and taps him soundly on the nose with one finger.}
Helena Sawyer: Boop.
{Dean takes out one of his head phones.}
Dean Harper: Why?
{Helena shrugs.}
Helena Sawyer: You looked sad.
{Dean scuffs.}
Dean Harper: What makes you think that? Maybe my face always looks like this?
Helena Sawyer: I do watch the show. Iâve seen you smile.
{Dean leans back in his chair.}
Dean Harper: Donât you have a match to get ready for?
Helena Sawyer: You of all people know I have a match. This is part of me getting ready.
Dean Harper: Bothering me?
Helena Sawyer: Itâs an unorthodox strategy, but it has merits.
Dean Harper: How does poking me in the nose do that?
Helena Sawyer: It relieves stress.
Dean Harper: Does it? Not worried that someone will object?
{Helena winks.}
Helena Sawyer: Iâm counting on it.
Dean Harper: Living Dangerously. Cute.
Helena Sawyer: At least itâs living.
Dean Harper: Is it?
Helena Sawyer: Is what youâre doing living?
{Dean blinks.}
Dean Harper: What?
{Helena shrugs hopping up on a chair. Perching across from Dean.}
Helena Sawyer: Are you really alive right now? Or are you going through the motions?
Dean Harper: You donât know anything about me or what Iâm doing.
Helena Sawyer: I know more than you think, Dean.â
Dean Harper: What do you know?
Helena Sawyer: Thereâs more to you then a cranky snake and tight jeans.
Dean Harper: âŚWell, heâs not here anymore.
Helena Sawyer: Spoke like someone who's full of shit.
{Helena hops down again walking over to dean.}
Dean Harper: Helena, donât poke things youâre not going to bother with later.
Helena Sawyer: Who says I wonât Dean?
{He laughs}
Dean Harper: Because no one does.
Helena Sawyer: First time for everything.
{She smirks.}
Dean Harper: Iâm fine. Duct tape and paperclips but fine. Iâm home now.
Helena Sawyer: Fine, Right. {She sighs.} I do have that matchâŚdonât tear yourself up for no reason, Dean. Thereâs plenty thatâll do that to you out there.
Dean Harper: Stop acting like you care. None of you do.
{Helena draws herself up to her full height, falling short of Dean but looking him in the eye.}
Helena Sawyer: Hey, enough of this nobody cares shit. Do you think Iâd be talking to the man who helped kidnap the women I love if I didnât care?
Dean Harper: I have no idea.
Helena Sawyer: Take a moment. Think about it. Itâs not as crazy as it seems. {She sighs} If this is the last conversation I have as part of this company, I sure as hell hope it was worth it.
Dean Harper: âŚOkay.
{Helena reaches up and ruffling Deanâs hair.}
Helena Sawyer: If I donât see you again⌠Iâm not sure. Keep fighting Kiddo.
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SINGLES MATCH
Extinction Event Slot vs Career
Rowan MacDonnough vs Helena Sawyer
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{Lights out. The opening chords of âTrip the Darknessâ by the Lacuna Coil roar from the speakers, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway as Rowan MacDonnough stalks out from behind the curtain, golden eyes glinting in the red light as they shift from side to side. The stage and ramp are lit by swirling red light, but everything else remains dark. As the chorus begins, enticing the listeners to follow, she lopes forward, unconsciously rolling her wrists as her eyes bore a hole in the air before her.}
Alison Valance: Introducing the challenger â From Kilkenny Ireland, weighing in at 145 pounds⌠the Wolf of the Abyss, Rowan MacDonnough!
{The smoke seems to follow her down the ramp as she walks, reaching up and grabbing the middle rope with one hand. Rowan hauls herself up onto the apron, standing and ducking between the middle and top rope to step inside the ring. She straightens up, slowly pacing towards the center of the ring as a spiraling pattern of red light appears on the mat, and her eyes scan the crowd, head moving in a jerky, animalistic pattern. She slowly, reluctantly backs towards a corner, eyes constantly moving as she settles in to wait for the bell.}
Terri Morasco: I donât think Iâm ever going to get used to this monster being near me. I have nightmares about Rowan and Iâm never going to have to fight her. I donât know how Helena can stomach it.
Vasco Dias: She canât, Terri. Sheâs never been able to. Rowan is out for blood, and I donât think thereâs anything Helena can do to stop her. Tonight is going to be the last match of Helenaâs IWF career.
Alison Valance: And her opponentâŚ
{The lights dim, and a series of twinkling blue lights begin to shine at the mouth of the entrance ramp as the intro of âBlueâ by The Birthday Massacre begins to play. As the crashing guitars kick in, the stage is bathed in flickering blue lights, and Helena Sawyer slowly walks out onto the stage, a lopsided grin on her face. She walks down the ramp, wearing a twisted smirk on her face. As she passes by the camera at the foot of the ramp, she snaps her jaws at the cameraman, giggling as she walks on and hops up onto the apron. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically, and turns to face the crowd, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal.}
Terri Morasco: The crowd is definitely picking favorites tonight! No matter how dominant Rowan has been in recent months, Helenaâs still a lasting crowd favorite.
DING!
{The second the bell rings Rowan is on top of Helena like a bat out of hell, unleashing a devastating flurry of vicious strikes that puts the Daughter of Misery immediately on defense. Helena doesnât back down, however, and tries to position herself to get closer to Rowan so that she can bring her technical game to bear against the savage strikes of the Irish Nightmare, weathering a barrage of knee strikes and other brutal blows that the taller woman unleashed upon the Daughter of Misery. Finally Helena manages to exploit an opening in Rowanâs all-in offensive approach, slipping in under Rowanâs reach and taking it to a grapple game, wrapping her arms around Rowanâs midsection and refusing to let go. Rowan rains hammering blows down on the Daughter of Misery, but Helena relentlessly holds on, eventually getting enough footing to reach her arm up and over Rowanâs neck, leading her into a delivering a snap suplex to the challenger.}
Terri Morasco: Helenaâs playing this match smart, staying close to play to Rowanâs weaker technical game. If she can get in under Rowanâs strikes consistently, Helenaâs going to forge herself a huge advantage in this match.
{Rowan quickly rises to her feet, snarling audibly as the faces Helena down. Despite the flurry of powerful blows she has just endured, Helena seems fired up as she goads Rowan to come at her. Rowan slowly circles Helena like a predatory cat, golden eyes locked on the Daughter of Misery with a hungry look about them. Rowan suddenly darts forward, looking like sheâs going for a European uppercut, but Helenaâs ready for it and surges in close, once again looking to take advantage closer in⌠but Rowan had the response scouted, dancing swiftly to the side and taking to the air, catching Helena in a hurricanrana that slams her to the ground. Rowan is on top of the Daughter of Misery in a flash, raining a series of mounted punches on the downed Helena. She keeps her arms up to deflect much of the onslaught, eventually forcing Rowan off of her. Helenaâs hand snaps out, catching Rowanâs wrist, dragging her back to the ground and pulling her into the CORSAGE OF THORNS!}
Terri Morasco: Woah! Helena Sawyer looking to put this match away early! Even if Rowan breaks this hold, Helenaâs in a position to deal huge damage to Rowanâs arm, which will seriously impede her ability to strike with her usual force!
Vasco Dias: It wonât work, Rowanâs too close to the ropes â look!
{Sure enough, Rowan manages to get a foot up on the ropes, forcing the referee to break the submission before it can do too much damage. Helena shakes her head as she looks at the ropes, seeming almost confused as though she hadnât realized exactly in the ring they were.}
Vasco Dias: Rowan knows what Helenaâs game plan is now â Iâm not sure sheâs going to let the Daughter of Misery get much closer after that.
{Helena shakes her head back into the game as Rowan pulls herself up onto the ropes, and once again the larger woman begins prowling the edges of the ring, now making a point to stay close to the ropes as insurance against Helenaâs superior submission skills. Rowan rolls her wrists as she paces like a caged animal as Helena keeps pace with her, frustration lining her face. After a few moments, Helena goes on the offense again, this time resigning herself to the hopes of fighting Rowan in a striking game long enough to get in close. The two of them begin a frenzied dance of violence as Rowan forces Helena to play her game, but Helena is holding her own. Determination is evident in every step and every blow as Helena powers through every strike that Rowan lands. Once again she finds a chink in Rowanâs armor, slipping through the Nightmareâs reckless offense, sending Rowan staggering back with a chained series of calf kicks. That gives her just enough wiggle room to step back on the ropes, setting up a gorgeous springboard side kick that sends Rowan reeling back to the other side of the ring! Helena knows that she canât afford to give Rowan even a moment to recover, and charges after the Wolf of the Abyss with a ferocious cry of defiance. As Rowan bounces off the ropes, Helena meets her head on and lands a massive Neckbreaker! Rowan falls back and rolls out of the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Look at that! Helenaâs experience against this opponent gave her just enough tenacity to power through and exploit Rowanâs weaknesses. This is amazing!
Vasco Dias: But at what cost? Sacrificing that much stamina to land a few good blows⌠I donât know if itâs good enough to take out someone this dominant. Rowan is already getting back on her feet, and Helenaâs breathing hard.
Referee: ONE!
{Helena watches Rowan so quickly recover, rising to her feet on the outside. Helena watches her, nodding to herself as though pumping herself up for something⌠before climbing to the top rope on the nearby corner! She watches Rowan rise to her full height, waits for her to turn⌠and as soon as Rowan sees Helena above her, the Daughter of Misery comes crashing down with a DIVING ATHAME that sends Rowan sprawling! The crowd erupts into cheers as Rowan pulls herself up at the announce table, reaching a hand up to her forehead⌠and staring in shock at the warm, red blood that is pouring from the wound that the impact left on her!}
Vasco Dias: Helena just made Rowan bleed her own blood! Sheâs pulling everything she has to win this match!
{Helena gets to her feet and pursues her opponent, tackling Rowan from behind and sending Rowan to the ground. Even still, Rowan is stirring, looking ready and able to pull herself to her feet. It is clear to both Helena and the audience that Rowan is going to need more punishment before she can go down, and so Helena begins dismantling the announce table! Once itâs cleared, she punishes Rowan with another series of body blows before lifting Rowan up and positioning her on the table. Visibly exhausted from the effort, Helena returns to the ring, catching her breath and climbing the corner for another showy, diving strike while Rowan still struggles to find her footing.}
Terri Morasco: This could be it!
Vasco Dias: Donât get your hopes up!
Referee: SIX!
{Suddenly, Rowan surges to life and rolls off the table, displaying surprising agility as she moves to the corner post and pulls Helena down. Helena has the reflexes and awareness to keep Rowan from injuring her on the way down, and lands on her feet ready to fight⌠but she isnât ready for the DANCE THE SPIRAL that Rowan lands, smashing Helenaâs head between her foot and the post! Helena goes face first into the steel, and now itâs the Daughter of Miseryâs turn to bleed.}
Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!
Terri Morasco: These women are willing to push themselves to the absolute limit and beyond to win this match!
Vasco Dias: These two bring the house down every time they fight one another, and this match is NO exception! This is incredible.
{Rowan pulls herself up onto the apron and rolls into the ring. Helena manages to rouse herself and enter the ring, calling off the refâs count at nine. She wipes some of the blood from her face and smiles, cracking her neck as she and Rowan square off in the ring once again, neither woman showing any sign of wanting to slow down. The crowd cheers wildly at the sight, thrilled with the show that is being put on for them in the ring as the two women wait for one another to make the first moveâŚ}
Terri Morasco: Both of these womenâs faces are covered in blood, but neither of them are budging an inch.
Vasco Dias: Donât just stand there! Take her down!
{Rowan moves first, charging into Helena with a series of European uppercuts that push Helena back against the ropes. Rowan roars with anger as she grapples with Helena, forcing her torso under the top rope before pulling her back up, tugging her into a cruel abdominal stretch aided by the rope! She positions herself to the side, and begins raining elbow strikes onto Helenaâs sternum with the DRUMS OF THE ABYSS! Thirteen strikes rain down on the battered Daughter of Misery before Rowan throws her back into the center of the ring. Rowan goes for the pinâŚ!
ONE!
TW-Helena kicks out!}
Terri Morasco: The endurance on display by the Daughter of Misery here is truly phenomenal!
Vasco Dias: But Rowanâs not missing a beat!
{Indeed, even as Helena recovers from the Drums of the Abyss, Rowan is setting up for the BALORâS GAZE⌠but before Helena rises far enough for Rowan to strike, she lashes out with a leg to catch the ref in the ankle! The ref falls to the ground, briefly dazed and distracted⌠and as if on cue, a hooded figure leaps the barricade and throws herself into the ring behind Rowan, baseball bat in hand!}
Terri Morasco: Woah! Helena just took out the ref!
Vasco Dias: Is that Helenaâs girlfriend? The one Rowan kidnapped before October Revolution last year?
{Before Rowan can react, Grace Cohen rises to her feet and cracks the Wolf of the Abyss in the back of the skull, hard! Rowan collapses to her knees from the impact, whirling blindly to strike at Grace, but the young woman has quickly slipped out of the ring before the ref could see what happened! âThatâs what you get!â, she shouts defiantly as Helena rises to her feet, âhow does it feel to be blindsided, huh? Donât mess with my family!â
Rowan looks about to respond, but before she can Helena blitzes out of nowhere, driving into Rowan hard with the LITHIUM KISS! Completely unprepared for the strike, Rowan falls to the ground, and Helena goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, AND NEW entrant in the IWF Extinction Event⌠HELENA SAWYER!!
Vasco Dias: SHE DID IT! HELENA SAWYER DEFENDED HER CAREER AND GAVE ROWAN HER FIRST SINGLES DEFEAT SINCE NIGHT OF THE IMMORTALS!
Terri Morasco: It might not have been a clean win, but Iâm sure the IWF Universe is happy to know that Helenaâs staying around!
Vasco Dias: Rowanâs NOT going to be happy about thisâŚ
{Blue by The Birthday Massacre plays triumphantly as Helena and Grace exit together up the entrance ramp, Rowan left seething and bleeding on the mat as she glares after them with murderous intentâŚ}
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SEGMENT
Rowan Demands Satisfaction
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{Rowan MacDonnough storms through the backstage area, face still pouring blood, with Brooklyn Madrox and Dean Harper close on her heels. She is boiling over with barely contained rage, but despite the obvious aura of 'don't' that surrounds her, a particularly bold interviewer steps up to her with a mic in hand.}
Interviewer: Ms. MacDonnough! Excuse me! A moment of your time! I wanted to be the first to ask you what your thoughts are now that your chance to be in the Extinction Event has been thoroughly extinguished? What is your game plan moving forward to Survival of the Fittest now that Helena Sawyer has kept you from fighting alongside the rest of the P-hurk!"
{Without even looking at him, Rowan grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air, holding him there for a few seconds before slamming him hard into the concrete floor with a chokeslam. She stands silently for a moment, breathing heavily before cracking her neck and looking down at the man. When she speaks, it is with a particularly dangerous and threatening level of calm control.}
Rowan MacDonnough: My... game plan... is simple. Without the Extinction Event, I am now free to dedicate all of my efforts into Heiress to the Throne. I will be single-minded in my focus to ascend to the heights of that competition, and win the chance to challenge for whatever championship I see fit, whenever I see fit. After such, I shall... ruminate over my options. Should someone manage to unseat Brooklyn Madrox from her championship during the Extinction Event as I was last year... then I shall know the face of my enemy.
Interviewer: And... what about Helena Sawyer?
{Rowan's eyes flash.}
Rowan MacDonnough: ... You'll see her fate soon enough.
{Without another word, Rowan storms away down the hall with her family in tow.}
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OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Maxine Valentine (c) vs Gabriela Luna
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Alison Valance: The following Open Weight Championship match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Morasco: This will be an interesting match to say the least.
Vasco Dias: Interesting? Donât you mean a blood bath?
Terri Morasco: I wouldnât say that, no.
Vasco Dias: The current Open Weight Champion injured at least two women in the past couple months. Freya Kane and the previous Open Weight Champion Hope Freeman-Hall-Kane.
Terri Morasco: She has. I wonât deny that she is something to behold. But I think the challenger tonight might give her a run for her money.
{The relentless opening chords of "Vortex" by Los Savants crash out as Gabriela Luna dashes out onto the stage, throwing her fist into the air to the cheers of the crowd. She shouts at the crowd, beckoning them on with her hands, and grins widely at them before turning and charging down the ramp. Gabriela leaps and slides feet-first under the bottom rope, rolling to her feet and coming up with a defiant shout of joy. She runs over to the nearest empty corner, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle and further beckoning the crowd on before hopping down into a crouch and waiting for the match to start.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring, the challenger standing at 5â0ââ and weighing in at 105 pounds La Estrella Reluciente GABRELIA LUNA!
Terri Morasco: Gabriela has been an out-spoken member of the womenâs rooster for a while. Sheâs not afraid to call things like she sees them. She says things no one else will.
Vasco Dias: And sheâs had to eat her words more than once.
âAmazing 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...â
{The Last line of the first verse starts to tone down through minor key and into a dirge as âThe Wolfâ 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}
Alison Valance: The current Open Weight Champion, standing at 6â0ââ weighing in at 235 pounds, representing The Pack⌠MAXINE VALENTINE!
Terri Morasco: Maxine has stated that she is going to break Gabi for the comment she made about Dean.
Vasco Dias: I wouldnât have poked that big red button, personally.
{Max hands the belt over the to the ref. He lifts it up for the crowd to see it before showing it off to Gabi. Gabi kisses two fingers before pressing them to the belt.}
Terri Morasco: Gabi is calling her shot. She doesnât care the danger she has put herself in.
Vasco Dias: Sheâs always been reckless. She might not live to regret it tonight.
{The ref signals for the bell and as soon as it rings Max is Across the ring and hits Gabi with a headbutt knocking the shorter women down onto the mat.}
Terri Morasco: Max starting this match out with a head butt.
Vasco Dias: She wants Gabi to feel pain this is the way to do it.
{Max hits Gabi with a Leg Drop. She then picks Gabi up like she doesnât weigh anything and hits her with a Neckbreaker.}
Vasco Dias: Max is not letting up. She wants to break Gabi. I donât imagine it will be easy for Gabi to get out of this.
Terri Morasco: Gabi has taken some pretty hard hits here but she might be able to get out of this.
{Gabi gets back to her feet and Max hits her with a Karambit. Max picks her up and hits her with a neck breaker into the turnbuckle, causing Gabi to scream in pain.}
Vasco Dias: Gabi felt that one. You could hear the sound of her hitting that pretty loud here in the arena.
{Max goes for the Eater of Souls, locking it on Gabi who struggles to get out of it.}
Vasco Dias: Oh yes! Thatâs one of the moves Maxine and Rowan share. ITâs not a nice submission and certainly not one you want to find yourself in if you can help it.
Terri Morasco: It has to be even harder for Gabi with Max being so much bigger then her here.
{The ref drops down to check on Gabi to see if she will tap but Gabi refuses and struggles against the hold.}
Terri Morasco: Gabi survived a lot so far in this match. I canât imagine she wants to tap out here.
Vasco Dias: She might not have a lot of choices here.
{Max tights the grip and is clearly saying something to Gabi the mics donât pick up.}
Vasco Dias: Max wanted to break Gabi. This might be her chance here. Who can say if it will work out for her in the end though.
Terri Morasco: Gabi is stuck in that hold. There arenât a lot of easy ways to get out of it.
{Gabi winces, lets out a sound of pain as she stretches her body towards the rope to try and get it but her foot misses it by an inch.}
Terri Morasco: Oh no!
{Max laughs as Gabi struggles to get to the rope, Max moves her further away from it.}
Terri Morasco: Gabi is struggling to get out of this hold.
Vasco Dias: The size difference is always hard to overcome.
{Gabi stretches and manages to kick Max in the head, causing Max to drop the hold. Gabi moves back, spits out some blood. She hits Max with a La Tijera to the head.}
Terri Morasco: Gabi is out of the hold!
Vasco Dias: But not unharmed by it.
{Max gets to her feet and Gabi bounces and hits her with a Jumping heel kick to the head.}
Vasco Dias: Gabi certainly seems to have a target.
Terri Morasco: If this works for her she might be pulling something amazing off.
{Max falls to the mat. Gabi bounces on the ropes as Max sits up Gabi rushes over with a Running double knee strike to her head.}
Vasco Dias: another strike to the head.
{Gabi hits Max with a Heels over Head targeting Maxâs head again.}
Vasco Dias: Gabi keeps hitting Max in the head. Why?
Terri Morasco: Hoping to get an advantage I assume.
{Max stands with some difficulty, clearly trying to shake off the strikes ton the head. Gabi spits more blood onto the mat, taunting Max to stand up.}
Terri Morasco: What does Gabi have planned here?
Vasco Dias: Itâs hard to know.
{Gabi launches into a LA JALISCERA knocking Max to the ground and locking in the move.}
Vasco Dias: Gabi trying to make Max tap out? Thatâs brave.
Terri Morasco: Sheâs putting everything on the line here.
{ The ref drops down to check on Max.}
Terri Morasco: Gabi is risking a lot trying this move on someone like Maxine.
{Maxâs eyes seem to be fluttering but Gabi holds it a little tighter.}
Terri Morasco: Max seems to be in a little bit of trouble here.
Vasco Dias: She can still pull out of this.
{Max seems to go limp. The ref seems to be trying to get her attention.}
Terri Morasco: Did Maxine just pass out?!
Vasco Dias: She might have?
{The ref stands and signals for the bell.}
Alison Valance: Winner and new Open Weight ChampionâŚGabriela Luna!
{Gabi drops the hold, blinking in clear surprise. The Ref hands her the belt and she stares at it for a long moment, before pulling it to her chest as her theme plays in the background. Medics come down to the ring to check on Max but Gabi jumps onto the turnbuckle and lifts the belt into the air, screaming. The crowd pops at her reaction.}
Vasco Dias: She did it. Gabriela managed to get a win here. But her first defense will be at the Extinction Event.
Terri Morasco: Let her just enjoy this moment.
Vasco Dias: Iâm being a realist, Terri.
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SEGMENT
Extinction Event Reflection
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{The camera comes onto the announcerâs desk.}
Terri Morasco: With Survival of the Fittest drawing closer and closer itâs hard to believe the Heiress To Throne is almost to a finale.
Vasco Dias: Of course thatâd be where your mind is. Not the Extinction Event, one of the hardest matches of the year.
Terri Morasco: Iâm not discounting the Extinction Event. Something that is happening this year is two former champions from last yearâs event will be on the challengerâs team this year. Andrew and Jayson both had title this time last year.
Vasco Dias: Jayson had his title taken from him by Spike Kane. Andrew lost his to God. But we also have some repeat members of the challenger team.
Terri Morasco: Devlin Raine and Vivienne Rodgers. They were challengers last year. Maybe things will be different this year for them.
Vasco Dias: Of course we canât forget that Maxine Valentine was the champion last year and along with Rowan. Both of whom lost their spots tonight.
Terri Morasco: It will be exciting to see how this goes.
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SINGLES MATCH
Non-Title Match
Caleb Lockwood vs Xavier Cross
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Morasco: This is a grudge match. I canât imagine this will be handled easily.
Vasco Dias: Not that it should. These two just need to beat the tar out of each other and hopefully, everything will move forward.
Terri Morasco: Has that method ever helped solve any issues we have here at IWF?
Vasco Dias: I like to think it has. It at least stops the backstage attacks for a bit.
Terri Morasco: Iâm not sure that will be the case here.
{A roaring scream pierces the air, and as the crunching guitars of "Rise, Rebel, Resist" play Caleb Lockwood stalks out onto the stage, eyes fixed on the ring as he licks his lips idly. He stalks down to the ring, hands clenching and unclenching as his eyes shift back and forth to scan the crowd. As he approaches the ring, Caleb slides into the ring, rolling to the side and coming up in a crouch. His eyes never stop moving as he backs into the corner of the ring, cracking each of his joints in turn and waiting for the match to start.}
Alison Valance: Down first, representing The Pack, standing at 5â11 and weighing in at 168 pounds⌠CALEB LOCKWOOD!
Terri Morasco: Caleb seems to have become a little unhinged as of late.
Vasco Dias: He always seemed the most human of the original pack members. That seems to be changing now.
{The lights grow a little brighter, as the intro to 'X Gon Give it to Ya' by DMX begins to play on the loudspeakers, out from the behind the curtain slowly walks to the stage, rotating his shoulders a bit, a smirk on his face as he throws his hands up to the cheers of the crowd, pushing his hood back, glancing around the arena hand over his brow to block out some of the light. }
Alison Valance: "Standing at six feet three inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds....he hails from Atlanta, Georgia by way of Lexington, Virginia....he is the current Menâs World Champion⌠Xavier.....CROOOOOOOSSSSSS..."
{ Throwing his fist in the air, a series of flames lights up the sides of the entrance ramp down to the ring as he charges forward running down the ramp, sliding into the ring through the bottom rope, glancing around a bit, he tosses his jacket off, before making his way to hard camera ropes, putting one foot on the middle rope lifting himself up throwing up a single fist in the air, as the fire slowly goes on the entrance ramp, but the four turnbuckles send a series of fire pyrotechnics into the air. Walking back, the fire slowly fades as he begins to stretch off in his corner.}
Terri Morasco: Xavier Cross has been dealing with the Pack after him for almost a year. He won the title off of Harper and yet it seems the Pack isnât satisfied until it tears him apart.
Vasco Dias: Caleb, you mean. Beyond Rowanâs threats before Dean was returned none of the rest of the pack has even made a comment publically about what Raine and Cross did.
{Caleb moves to get to Cross but the ref stops him. Caleb is yelling things at Cross but Xavier is just waiting for the bell to ring.}
Terri Morasco: Caleb certainly wants to get things going.
Vasco Dias: Like a shark that smells blood in the water.
{The ref pushes Caleb into his corner and yells at him. Caleb looks past him to Xavier who is patiently waiting.}
Terri Morasco: Cross seems to be unimpressed by Calebâs attitude.
Vasco Dias: Heâs fought Dean Harper multiple time. I think heâs just jaded to it at this point.
{The ref signals for the bell. Caleb rushes toward Xavier but Xavier rolls out of the way causing Caleb to stop just short of hitting the turnbuckle. Xavier takes advantage and hits Caleb with a Running Dropkick to the Chest, knocking him into the turnbuckle.}
Vasco Dias: Xavier getting the upper hand early here.
Terri Morasco: Caleb underestimated Cross and is paying for it.
{Caleb goes after Xavier with a Superkick to the knee knocking the world champion down. Caleb hits him with an Inverted atomic drop followed by a single leg running dropkick. Xavier hoits the mat and rolls out of the way of another move of Calebâs and rolls out of the ring.}
Vasco Dias: Whatâs cross planning here?
{Caleb follows Xavier out of the ring, Xavier hits Caleb with a Tiger Suplex. Xavier goes back to the ring and stands inside, waiting for Caleb.}
Vasco Dias: Cross is keeping the match on his terms. He is moving where he wants to be and waiting for Caleb to make a mistake.
Terri Morasco: It makes a lot of sense.
{Caleb gets himself back into the ring. Caleb hits Xavier with a Running somersault neckbreaker followed by a couple Repeated crucifix elbows.}
Terri Morasco: Caleb is tired of Xavierâs games.
Vasco Dias: He wants blood.
{Xavier manages to hit Caleb in the head with an Elbow to get a break, moving away from Lockwood to stand up by the ropes.}
Vasco Dias: Decent defense from Cross.
Terri Morasco: He got out of there before Caleb could really hurt him.
{Xavier hits Caleb with a German Suplex, rolled into a belly to back wheelbarrow facebuster. Xavier goes for the pin
1
2
Kick out!}
Terri Morasco: So close!
{ Getting up Caleb hits Xavier with a Facebreaker knee smash.}
Terri Morasco: Caleb back at it with going for the pain.
Vasco Dias: Heâs hoping to injure Cross more than likely.
{Caleb gets Xavier up and hits him with Muay Thai knee strikes again and again before backing off slightly.}
Terri Morasco: What is Caleb doing?
Vasco Dias: Giving Cross a moment to breath so he can continue to make him feel pain. If Cross passes out then the pain is over.
{Xavier whips some blood from his mouth, âWhatâs the matter? You afraid Dean liked it better with me?â}
Vasco Dias: Did that sound like aâŚ
Terri Morasco: I mean, I um, a little?
Vasco Dias: You donât thinkâŚ?
Terri Morasco: I bet it was just to get in Calebâs head.
{Caleb lets out a sound of frustration before hitting Xavier with a Running somersault neckbreaker followed by a Street Justice.}
Vasco Dias: Caleb is going for blood.
{Xavier holds his neck but gets up and looks to Caleb. He goes for a kick but Caleb catches it although Xavier turns it into a Forged in Flame, knocking Caleb to the mat.}
Vasco Dias: Xavier is getting the upper hand here
Terri Morasco: Caleb has been fighting a good fight but that doesnât stop Cross from showing why he is the world champion.
{Xavier takes a moment to spit out a little more blood before going for ECHOES OF MADDNESS but Caleb springs up at the last moment and hits him with a low blow.}
Terri Morasco: oh my god.
Vasco Dias: thatâs one way to keep from getting hit.
{Xavier staggers back, Caleb goes to hit him again but The ref signals the bell ending the match. Caleb turns on the ref and screams âIâM NOT DONE YETâ. The ref shakes his head stepping between Xavier and Caleb.}
Alison Valance: Winner by Disqualification Xavier Cross!
Vasco Dias: Oh come on, it was just getting good.
Terri Morasco: Caleb doesnât care about the match. He just wants to hurt someone.
{With Xavierâs music playing, Xavier rolls out of the ring and is met on the outside by Devlin Raine who helps him back stage.}
Terri Morasco: Getting Xavier away from this mess is likely the best plan.
{Caleb goes to go after Xavier but the ref gets in his way. Caleb responds by hitting the ref with Beast of War.}
Terri Morasco: Oh no. Caleb just hit the ref!
Vasco Dias: Donât get between a madman and his target.
{Security is coming down as Caleb hits the Ref with a CURB STOMP, breathing hard.}
Terri Morasco: Caleb is unhinged. He needs to be stopped!
Vasco Dias: I look forward to seeing you get in that ring with him.
{Dean moves past security and drags Caleb off the ref, puts his hands on both sides of his face and seems to talk him down.}
Terri Morasco: WeâllâŚWeâll be right back after this break.
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SEGMENT
Pack Control
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{The camera comes on to Jess Fowlerâs office.}
Jess Fowler: I think there is something unprecedented about how this Extinction Event that no one seems to be addressing.
{They stand in front of their desk.}
Jess Fowler: In this Extinction Event The Pack could, for the first time in its history, be without a belt. If the women of the Challengerâs side unseat Brooklyn and Maxine this could be a real change in the womenâs division. Xavier Cross took the last of the male belts away from the male members. It will be interesting to see how the Extinction Even plays out this year. It will be something to see.
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EXTREME CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
EXTREME RULES MATCH
God (c) vs Nate Harris
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{The pounding drums of âThe Peopleâs Champâ hit over the PA, and Nate Harris struts out from the back, rolling his wrists and looking around at the crowd with a grin on his face, Nick Hunter a few steps behind him talking trash. Nate saunters down the entrance ramp, winking at someone in the front row, and striding towards the apron. He walks around to the side of the ring, leaping up onto the apron and turning mid-jump to land on a knee, grabbing the second rope. Nate gets to his feet, spinning to the center of the apron and grinning as Nick walks around the outside, hyping the crowd. He hooks his arms over the top rope, backflipping over the ropes and back-rolling to his feet. Nate struts over to the corner to meet Nick, leaning back against the turnbuckles and smirking as he waits for the bell.}
Vasco Dias: This match has been a long time building.
Terri Morasco: It dates back to the tag team world cup, which the Bourbon City Saints won by defeating the Age of Gods.
Vasco Dias: God made it very clear he hasnât forgotten and he doesnât intend to forgive Nate.
Terri Morasco: Forgive him for winning?
Vasco Dias: Exactly.
{ 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 dragonâs embrace.
WE ARE GODS!
Yield to the dragonâs 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 creation⌠}
Terri Morasco: This is a huge opportunity for Nate Harris, he could capture his first singles championship in IWF!
Vasco Dias: Look Terri, everyone appreciates your general optimism but letâs not pretend Nate is challenging just anyone. This is God.
Terri Morasco: Blake has been a strong and dominant champion but anyone can win on any given night.
Vasco Dias: Not tonight.
{The referee calls for the bell and both men start to move around each other. Nate is eyeing up Blake who just stares at Harris with dead eyes. They slowly begin to move in for each other. Nate shoots for a single leg take down but Angel stuffs it. Nate moves around the back of Angel and grabs him with a rear waist lock and looks for the takedown. Blake manages to block it and breaks free of Harris. }
Vasco Dias: Harris showing off some wrestling skills here.
Terri Morasco: For a man who hasnât wrestling in a minute, Harris is looking great.
{ Nate smirks at Angel and waves him in. Blake moves forward with his hands up. Nate moves in looking for a tie up but Angel stomps hard into the right knee of Harris catching him off guard. Blake moves in with a hard elbow strike to the side of Nateâs head and follows it right up with a brutal shin kick to the right knee! }
Vasco Dias: Iâm not going to lie, I love watching God work.
Terri Morasco: Blake plans every single movement out before he acts, itâs impressive.
{ Nate backs off a little bit but Blake presses forward with palm strikes to the sides of Harriâs head, alternating between right and left before hitting another kick to the right knee. Nate has had enough and fires back with a forearm strike that rocks Angel for a moment. Nate doesnât give Angel the chance to recover and drills Blake with a knee lift and dead lifts God with a gutwrench backbreaker! }
Terri Morasco: Nate Harris is unbelievably strong for his size.
Vasco Dias: Heâs deceptively strong.
{ Blake is starting to get up and Nate just shouts âFUCK THIS!â Harris grabs Blake for the BAD IDEA! And lays Angel out then immediately rolls out of the ring. }
Vasco Dias: Looks like Harris wants to introduce some toys in this Extreme Championship match!
Terri Morasco: Better to take advantage of the rules then ignore them.
{ Nate goes under the ring and pulls a steel chair out, he shakes his head and says âNAHâ before tossing it into the ring. Harris moves around the apron to the other side of the ring and sees what he was looking for. Nate drags a ten foot ladder out from under the ring and nods his head âHell yeah!â }
Terri Morasco: Looks like Harris found what he was looking for!
Vasco Dias: But heâs made the mistake of leaving God alone in the ring for a long time.
{ Nate picks the ladder up horizontal just in time to catch a baseball slide from Blake that drills the ladder into the face of Harris! }
Vasco Dias: Steel meets teeth!
{ Harris drops the ladder and stumbles backward, Blake rolls out of the ring and grabs Harris around the head and drills him face first into the ladder with TARAâS WINGS! }
Terri Morasco: Blake with his signature double arm ddt!
Vasco Dias: Taraâs Wings will get them everytime!
{ Blake pulls himself back up, the ddt obviously having hurt him as well. Blake shrugs the pain off as he grabs the right leg of Nate Harris and slides it between two rungs of the ladder. Nate is now laying on top of the ladder, is leg awkwardly pinned by his own body weight. Blake climbs up onto the apron and walks all the way to the far ring post. Angel then runs down the length of the ring and sentons off the apron and crashes down on the ladder where Nateâs leg is pinned, crushing it!!! }
Vasco Dias: HOLY HELL!!!
Terri Morasco: Blake may have just broken the leg of Nate Harris!
Vasco Dias: At the very least dislocated something. Jesus.
{ Nate is writhing in pain as the referee checks on him but Blake pushes the referee away and pulls Nate free of the ladder. Harris connects with another forearm shot that drives Angel away for a moment. Nate uses the ring apron to hold himself up now. Angel comes at Nate again but Harris manages to grab Blake just in time and pick him up and drop God onto the ladder with the STFU!!! }
Vasco Dias: Where did Harris find the strength!?
Terri Morasco: He dug down deep. Nate is a fighter and he doesnât want this moment to pass him by!
Vasco Dias: Kids got heart.
{ Nate pulls himself up again using the ring to stand. Slowly Harris limps away from where Angel is laying and throws the apron up. Nate reaches under the ring and pulls out a strash can then throws it into the ring. Nate looks back under the ring and grabs another steel chair, he uses it like a crutch as he walks back to where Angel is. Blake is starting to stand and Nate cracks him over the back with the chair! The shift in body weight causes Nate some obviously pain as he drops to a knee, Blake isnât much better as he tries to walk away. }
Terri Morasco: Harris is on the attack now!
{ Nate pulls himself up again and goes after Angel. Blake turns in time to catch the point of the chair in his gut. Nate rears back and cracks Angel again across the spine! Blake rolls into the ring to try and get away from Nate but Harris follows him in. Blake is up and he fires off a surprise Genocide Kick but Nate manages to duck it and conncect with the steel chair across the back of Angel again! }
Vasco Dias: Harris is going to beat Godâs spine to mush!
Terri Morasco: Blake took his leg, heâs going to take his spine!
{ Nate spots the trash can he threw into the ring and grabs Angel, he positions the so called God then drills him into the trash can with BIG FUN! }
Terri Morasco: Impressive combo by Harris!
{ Nate goes for the cover but itâs only a two as Angel gets his arm up. }
Vasco Dias: Impressive but not enough to stop God.
{ Nate pushes himself up to his feet, he reaches down and grabs Angel by the hair as well but Blake comes back to life with a dragon screw leg whip on Nate and then looks him into a kneebar with a heel hook! }
Vasco Dias: Like a shark to blood, God is on that right leg again!
Terri Morasco: I donât know if Nate can get out of this!?
{ Nate is desperately grabbing for the ropes and does finally reach them but there are no rope breaks as Angel wrenches that right leg as hard as he can. After several long agonizing moments Blake releases the hold and gets right to his feet. Blake then starts to brutally stomp the back of Harrisâ right knee over and over and over again. Blake then grabs the right ankle of Nate, bends the knee, lifts and drills the knee straight into the canvas one, two, three times! }
Vasco Dias: This is just brutal to watch.
Terri Morasco: I honestly feel bad for Nate here.
Vasco Dias: Nate got his licks in but you donât mess with God.
{ Blake sneers as Nate pulls himself out onto the apron. Blake follows him out onto the apron and pulls Nate back to his feet. Blake goes for a strike but Nate gets under it and grabs Angel around the waist and just throws him with everything heâs got with a belly to back suplex literally off the apron! }
Vasco Dias: DAMN!
{ Angel smacks down hard on the padded floor and writhes in pain as Nate just lays on the apron for a moment trying to recover. }
Terri Morasco: I think even that will knock the wind out of God.
Vasco Dias: That was a devastating suplex.
{ Nate finally rolls off the apron and clutches at his knee, limping badly now as Blake is only just starting to stand. Nate sees the ladder from early and picks it up. Harris drills Angel in the spine with the tip of the ladder and Blake falls onto the crowd barrier. Nate limps over to Angel who can barely stand himself. Harris grabs Angel around the waist and picks him up for a German suplex but drops Angel back first across the crowd barrier! }
Vasco Dias: Godâs back could be broken!?
Terri Morasco: A back for a knee?
Vasco Dias: This is madness.
Terri Morasco: This is what the Extreme Championship means to Nate Harris!
{ Blake falls to his knees before Harris who grabs him by the hair again. Nate pulls Angel up to his feet and bounces the face of God off the ring post before rolling him back into the ring. Nate gingerly rolls in, grabbing at his knee. Harris pulls Angel up and signals this is the end, he goes for the Revision but his right knee gives out! }
Terri Morasco: Oh no!
{ Blake manages to land on his feet and fires off a Genocide Kick directly into the right knee of Nate Harris! And then connects with a face first Revelations!!! Harris falls onto his back and Angel claws at one of the near by steel chairs. Blake uses it to stand, holding his back but then wraps it around the right knee of Harris over and over! }
Vasco Dias: God is destroying that knee!!!
{ Blake then opens the chair and slides Nateâs leg into it. Angel holds the right leg of Nate, chair wrapped around the knee and then locks him into the ABSOLUTION!!!! }
Vasco Dias: ABSOLUTION!!!!
Terri Morasco: The chair is adding an entirely different angle to the figure four!
Vasco Dias: Knees arenât supposed to bend in two different directions!!!
{ Nate doesnât have a choice and finally taps out!!! }
Terri Morasco: What a hard fought battle but the lazer focus of Blake won out.
Vasco Dias: Thatâs Gods title, Gods division, weâre all just witnesses.
{ Blake stands proud with his championship over his shoulder. He asks for microphone as his music dies down. }
God: Dean Harper. Son. I know youâre watching. That was for you.
{ Blake sneers as his music begins to play again, holding out his arms and the championship. }
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Well howdy there pardner.