Monday Night Sacrifice
January 7th 2019Indira Gandhi Indoor Stadium, New Delhi, Delhi, India------------------------------------
SEGMENTâWhat's Next?â Womenâs world title response------------------------------------
{The show opens with the lights going down as Trip the Darkness by Lacuna Coil begins to play, eliciting a mix of rabid cheers and explosive boos from the audience. After the first few chords of the song play, the lights return to reveal Rowan MacDonnough standing in the center of the ring with the Womenâs World Championship slung over her shoulder. She soaks in the reaction from the crowd, standing tall and proud in the ring as she paces a slow circle, gazing into the audience as though daring them to step into the ring and challenge her directly.}
Terri Morasco: For the second time in her career, the Wolf of the Abyss stands tall as the IWF Womenâs World Champion.
Vasco Dias: Sheâs never held that title before, Terri.
Terri Morasco: ⊠Oh my god, are you really going to be pedantic about this?
Vasco Dias: Absolutely.
Terri Morasco: Ugh⊠letâs just hear what the new champion has to say.
{Rowan raises a fist in the air, calling the crowd to silence as her eyes flash threateningly. The noise from the crowd sharply decreases.}
Rowan MacDonnough: As promised⊠I have returned.
{The noise from the crowd surges back, but Rowan silences it with a sharp gesture.}
Rowan MacDonnough: Several months ago I returned to the ring after an injury⊠an injury sustained trying to reclaim what was stolen from me through cowardice conspiracy. Now⊠a year later⊠and I have reclaimed my place at the throne of this division, exactly as I promised I would.
{She pauses for a moment, chuckling in satisfaction.}
Rowan MacDonnough: What my enemies hoped would be a moment to sow division between The Pack has brought us together stronger than ever before. Through every attack, every insult, and every scuttling effort⊠we remain as we have since our inception: Ascendant.
{She pauses again to let the word sink in.}
Rowan MacDonnough: But⊠I have not forgotten my promise. I did not fight this war to create a world where I ruled complacently. In order to maintain any strength, it must be constantly challenged⊠and thus I stand before you now, ready to bid any who wish to challenge me at Metamorphosis to step forward.
{She turns towards the ring, arms spread wide in invitation. For a few moments there is silence⊠until the lights in the arena go out as "Die Young" by Ke$ha hits the PA system and the crowd go nuts. Strobe lighting begins to flash in various colours around the arena as Jessica Reed emerges from behind the curtain to a standing ovation. She smile and waves to the fans before steadying herself for a gentle sprint to the ring, slapping the hands of fans as she goes much to their delight. Reaching the ring steps she climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and continues to wave the crowd, pumping them up even more before hopping down into the ring and turning to face Rowan directly, smiling into the maw of the Wolf of the Abyss. The crowd cheers as the two stare one another down as Jess raises a mic to her mouth.}
Jessica Reed: ⊠Surprise. Bet you thought youâd seen the last of me.
Terri Morasco: Looks like Jessica Reed is looking to settle a grudge!
Vasco Dias: Sheâs been looking for this for months!
{Rowan laughs and crosses her arms, walking in a slow circle around Jessica as the Hall of Famer continues speaking.}
Jessica Reed: You spent all last year getting the better of me, Rowan. Iâve been hunting for that victory, that chance to put you in your place⊠but you keep putting me down. You put me in a coma before our first match. You pinned me in the Heiress to the Throne final. You pinned Pandora in the tag match we fought against you and Brooklyn right after. But you know what youâve never done, Rowan?
{She gets right up in Rowanâs face once again.}
Jessica Reed: Beaten me one on one AFTER the bell rang. So lets end this. You and me, at Metamorpho-
{Before Jess can finish her words, however, another song blasts over the PA â Vortex by Los Savants 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 then whirls on Rowan and Jess, a manic smile on her face as she brushes the hair out of her face.}
Gabriela Luna: OH no. No no no, bitch. Youâve had enough chances to go after Rowan, to go after the belt⊠no no no. No. NO. See, I think you might have FORGOTTEN that I just stepped off an Openweight Championship reign!
{She urges the crowd, who eagerly cheer for her in response.}
Gabriela Luna: But more importantly than that, letâs talk history. You remember when you kicked me in the fuckinâ head, bruja? After you won that belt the first time, I came out to stare you down but you had your goons pin me to my knees while you kicked me in the face. I still owe you for that, perra. Because you know what ELSE youâve never done? Youâve never. Beaten. ME.
Vasco Dias: Oooho, this is getting intense!
Terri Morasco: Both of these matches would be something weâve never seen before in the IWF! Neither of these women have faced Rowan one on one, but the fact that Jess has never gotten that fair shot⊠maybe sheâŠ?
Vasco Dias: But Gabriela Luna and Rowan MacDonnough have never even fought one another in the first place. And if anyone deserves a chance, itâs the woman who unseated one of the members of The Pack to take back the Openweight championship!
Terri Morasco: Then what will it be?
Crowd: TRI-PLE THREAT! TRI-PLE THREAT! TRI-PLE THREAT!
{Rowan looks around at the crowd before shaking her head.}
Rowan MacDonnough: No. There will be no triple threat. Whoever faces me will do so with neither of us distracted by an interloper. I suspect youâll need all of your focus at Metamorphosis anyway, considering⊠No. If you both want the shot? Then you will fight for it. In two weeks on Monday Night Sacrifice, the two of you will have the chance to be the first woman to challenge me for this titleâŠ
{Her eyes gleam with delight in the way that indicates that she is smiling beneath the mask.}
Rowan MacDonnough: ⊠And be a part of the first Womenâs World Championship match to be decided...
...within the Dragonâs Den.
Terri Morasco: WHAT?!
Vasco Dias: Did she just say what I think she just said??!
Terri Morasco: The only women to have ever fought in the Dragonâs Den before are Eternity and Helena Sawyer two years ago over the Shieldmaiden Championship⊠but to determine the Womenâs World Title? Thatâs⊠I canât believe it!
{Both Jess and Gabby look surprised at first, but excitement takes over as both of them stare one another down, equally determined to be the one to earn that opportunity.}
Rowan MacDonnough: I look forward to seeing the results⊠and I look forward even more to seeing the victor within the arena.
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SINGLES MATCHPax Stormcrow vs Gibberg ------------------------------------
Alison Valance: The following match is for one fall!
Terri Morasco:Welcome to the first match of the night of this IWF Sacrifice!
{Gibberg is already standing in the ring, stretching against the ropes.}
Vasco Dias: And what an exciting first match we have. We have the return of Pax Stormcrow here.
Terri Morasco: Iâve missed seeing him here.
Vasco Dias: Of course, youâve missed him, Terri.
Terri Morasco: And why shouldnât I have?
Alison Valance: Next coming down to the ring at 6â2ââ and weighing in at 255 poundsâŠ.PAX STORMCROW!
{The lights in the arena dim, and there is the sound of a powerup collected in an old video game system. At the sound, the crowd leap to their feet with cheers A beat is laid out, filling the arena with the sounds of a Midi file. The lights pulse in time with the music. As they flash as the beat trembles, an explosion of sparks rocks the entrance stage. Pax walks out onto the stage, looking around as the crowd bursts into cheers. He gives a smirk as the chanting on Suplex by A Tribe Called Red kicks in.
He jumps in place at the entrance ramp, before making his way down to the arena. He slaps hands with fans, especially taking the time to pay attention to a kid or two on the way down to the ring. He slides under the ropes and rolls to his feet, circling the ring as he shouts to the crowd with a giant smile on his face.}Terri Morasco: Heâs been gone for a few months but he looks better than ever.
Vasco Dias: Control your thirst Morasco.
{As the bell rings Pax hits Gib with a German suplex followed by an arm drag power slam.}Terri Morasco: And he doesnât seem to have missed a step.
Vasco Dias: Heâs always been a good technical wrestler.
{Pax hits Gib with a PEACE OUT .}Terri Morasco: Amazing!
Vasco Dias: Gibberg walked right into that.
{Pax goes for the pin
1
2
3!}Alison Valance: And your winnerâŠ.PAX STORMCROW!
Terri Morasco: An amazing return match from Pax!
Vasco Dias: Weâll see if he can keep it up.
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SEGMENTIs Steve Awesome responsible for the disappearance of Roberto Verona? ------------------------------------
{ We open on a dive bar where we find the immaculate Steve Awesome in the middle of drowning his sorrows in his third peppermint schnapps. Suddenly from behind a hand grabs him by his insured mane of hair and slams his head face first into the bar. }Rob Diamond: Where were on the night Roberto Verona disappeared!?
{ Rob grips Steve tightly by the hair as he wrenches an arm behind Steveâs back in a hammerlock. }Steve Awesome: Dude, never start with the head, gets the victim all fuzzy!
{ James steps into the shot and just shakes his head as he orders a pepsi from the bar tender. }Rob Diamond: Donât tell me how to interrogate! Just tell me where you were!
{ Steve breaks himself free and pushes Rob off before taking another sip of his drink. }Steve Awesome: I was with you, dumbass.
Rob Diamond: Donât call me a dumbass, dumbass.
Steve Awesome: Then donât slam my head into a bar, dumbass.
Rob Diamond: Dumbass.
Steve Awesome: Dumbass!
{ The two men are about to have a âDumbass offâ when James steps in between them. }James Gilmore: Ok, thatâs enough dudes.
{ The two men nod and take a seat at the bar with James who sips on his pepsi. }Steve Awesome: So howâs the investigation going?
Rob Diamond: About as good as your retirement.
{ Steve shoots Rob the side eye. }
Steve Awesome: Iâm not retired!
Rob Diamond: Sorry, your unemployment.
Steve Awesome: Dumbass.
Rob Diamond: Youâre a dumbass!
James Gilmore: GUYS!
{ They both stop again. }Rob Diamond: I donât know what to do Steve. Iâm out of leads.
Steve Awesome: You try looking into the Pack?
{ A lightbulb literally goes off over Robâs head, the bartender just changed it. }Rob Diamond: Thatâs brilliant! Why didnât I think of that!?
{ Gilmore throws his hands up in frustration. }James Gilmore: Seriously!?
Rob Diamond: Come on James! Weâve just had a breakthrough!
{ Rob runs out of the bar as James just looks at Steve with a completely shocked look on his face. Steve just shrugs. }Steve Awesome: I donât know man⊠I donât know.
{ James then jogs after Rob as the investigation continues. To be continued. }------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCHFreakke vs James Gilmore w/Rob Diamond------------------------------------
Vasco Dias: âNext up, we have an interesting match up. Returning ring veteran and resident Clown Prince of Pinfalls himself, Freakke The Clown taking on the reignited and focused James Gilmore!â
Terri Morasco: âFreakke looks to carry over his momentum from last week, whereabouts Gilmore looks to make a mark, and put the returning clown in his place.â
Vasco Dias: âTwo men looking to start an ascent towards the top, this match could be a lot more important that many people are viewing it.â
{The first few notes of âLadies and Gentlemenâ by Saliva hits the P.A., as the lights begin to flicker rapidly, out steps Freakke the Clown in his signature ring leaders coat, as he begins to slowly and casually make his way down the ramp.}
Alison Valance: âWeighing it at two hundred, and three pounds, standing at five feet, ten inches...he hails from the Steel City, Pittsburgh, PennsylvaniaâŠ. This is FREAKKE THE CLOWN!â
{As he gets to the ring, he reaches up and uses the ropes to launch himself up onto the apron before somersaulting over them and into the ring. Once inside Freakke goes to the corners and clambers up to call on the fans to get loud. As his music dies, Freakke turns in his corner warming up after removing his garb.}
Vasco Dias: âEver the showman, Freakke brings a certain electricity into any arena he wrestles in.â
Terri Morasco: âThese fans are digging the painted face, Freakke has always been a fan favorite.}
Vasco Dias: âI ainât his biggest fan, but itâs good to see one of the most interesting men in the business, finally back where he belongs.â
Alison Valance: âAnd his opponent, standing at five feet ten inches, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...hailing from Corpus Christi, Texas...The One-Eyed Dreamer himself...JAMESâŠ.GIIIILMOREEEE!â
{ An instrumental with hook version of "Shell Shocked" by Juicy J, featuring Wiz Khalifa and Ty Dolla $ign, begins to play, and a video package begins to play stock footage of waves crashing, followed by bolts of cloud-to-cloud lightning. }
"Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ As jets of water shoot out from all directions, we tsee James Gilmore stepping out onto the stage, posing along to the hip-hop tune, before high-fiving the crowd and walking down to the ring. }
"(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we ride together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(This family can bear any weather)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ Once inside the ring, the Islander alum points heavenward, taking in the moments as he waits for his opponent. }
Vasco Dias: âGilmore looks confident, but more so comfortable.â
Terri Morasco: âYouâre right, but where...is Rob Diamond?â
Vasco Dias: âI...erâŠâ
{The camera pans around, as we catch Rob Diamond sitting in the front row, signing autographs on the chest of beautiful women, old women, and one fat guyâŠ.}
Vasco Dias: âIs...that Mister Happy?â
{The fat guy is actually Mister Happy, who gleefully runs away from Rob Diamond, an autograph across his chest. Rob shrugs a bit, pointing at the camera with a smile only the most handsome man in wrestling could have. Until James hops out of the ring, looking at his partner in crime.}
James Gilmore: âWhat are you doing Rob?!â
Rob Diamond: âWhat only I can do Jimithy...go, beat down the clownâŠâ
{James looks visibly annoyed, as he shakes his head rolling into the ring, Rob Diamond stands up, as he begins to chant.}
Rob Diamond: âGILMORE! GILMORE! GILMORE!â
{Soon the entire crowd begins to chant Gilmore, as James looks around, a fire ignited inside of him. Turning he faces Freakke, who smirks underneath the paint as the referee calls for the bell, as the two men fire out of their corners, locking up in the center. Gilmore gets the early advantage with a headlock. Freakke smacks the back of Gilmore, forcing James forward into the ring ropes, but Gilmore comes back knocking Freakke back with a hard shoulder, but the clown doesnât go down, standing his ground. Gilmore nods, a bit of respect shown for Freakke, as Gilmore goes for a hard right punch, but Freakke ducks, spinning Gilmore around, Freakke leaps forward hitting a bulldog. Forcing Gilmoreâs face directly into the mat. Freakke quickly rolls Gilmore over looking for a quick pinfall. The referee slides down for a count.}
Referee: âOneâŠâ
{Gilmore quickly kicks out, but Freakke slides forward locking Gilmore in a headlock. Gilmore doesnât surrender easily, as he forces Freakke and himself back to their feet, throwing a hard elbow into the stomach of Freakke, and another, until Freakke is forced to break the hold. Gilmore staggers back, rubbing his head a bit before charging forward but Freakke launches forward with a spear! Gilmore throws his knee up quickly as Freakke smacks head first into the knee of James Gilmore, folding down on the mat like a rag doll. Gilmore looks around towards the crowd, fired up as theyâre on their feet cheering. Gilmore looks at the top rope, as he hops to the ring apron ascending to the top.}
Vasco Dias: âGilmore taking a risk earlyâŠâ
Terri Morasco: âThis could back fire easilyâŠâ
{Gilmore looks around, standing tall on the turnbuckle as he launches himself into the air with a diving headbutt! Freakke quickly rolls out of the way as Gilmore smacks face first into the mat! Freakke keeps rolling, until his out on the ring floor, catching his breath for a moment he looks up at Gilmore who seems to have knocked himself out. Freakke, catching his breath drops to a knee, as he lifts up the ring skirt, looking for something. Rob Diamond quickly stands up, looking concerned as he leaps over the barricade.}
Rob Diamond: âDonât do it Freakke...fight this match fairâŠâ
{Freakke slowly stands up, hiding in his hands whatever he found under the mat, as Rob keeps pleading his case. Freakke quickly turns around, slamming a massive pie into the face of Rob Diamond, who staggers backwards into the barricade, flipping over, his face landing in the ample bosom of a beautiful redhead in the front row, who is quick to comfort Diamond.}
Vasco Dias: âFREAKKE HAS JUST CREAM PIED ROB DIAMOND!â
Terri Morasco: âI...donât think the context in the sentence...oh nevermindâŠâ
Vasco Dias: âIâve never been more jealous of Rob Diamond in my life, look at that beautiful woman!â
{Freakke slaps his hands together, proud of his work as he rolls back into the ring, pointing and laughing at Rob Diamond, backing up until heâs stopped. James Gilmore is on his feet, and pissed off. Freakke turns around quickly throwing a hard right hand, Gilmore eats it. Freakke throws another right hand, Gilmore doesnât budge. Freakke throws another hard right, but Gilmore catches it in his hand, pointing at Freakke with a single finger, wagging it viciously at the clown! Gilmore is in a state of fury, as he quickly headbutts Freakke in the face, staggering the clown backwards into the ring, as he stumbles forward back into Gilmore who lifts into the air with the âHANG TEN!â Gilmore quickly slams Freakke into the mat, as he goes for the pinfall.}
Referee: âOne...twoâŠ.three!â
Alison Valance: âYOUR WINNER! JAMES GILMORE!â
{Leaping to his feet, Gilmore quickly rolls out of the ring, running to the barricade to check on Diamond, who has accumulated two more hot nurses, who holds up his hand. Looking at Gilmore.}
Rob Diamond: âGo...on...without me...JimithyâŠâ
{The camera catches Gilmoreâs eye twitching, as Rob Diamond obviously fakes going unconcious burying his pied face into the breasts of the red head.}
Vasco Dias: âGilmore has won the match, but I think Rob Diamond has won the night!â
Terri Morasco: âI...donât get paid enough for this.â
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SEGMENTBFC official statement ------------------------------------
{The camera comes on to Charity, Amber and Ciara sitting backstage drinking some soothies.}Rachel Grimes: Excuse me, Best Friends Club? Do you have anything you want to say?
Charity Crowne: Like what Specifically?
Amber Cooke: I think she wants a comment about what we did to Christina.
Ciara OâConnor: No.
Charity Crowne: No, no she has a point. Christina deserves to know. The world does.
Ciara OâConnor: Cutting dead weight.
Charity Crowne: Well, yes.
Amber Cooke: Because all she did was whine?
Charity Crowne: More or less, yeah.
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TAG TEAM MATCHThe Clergy vs El Grande Malo and local talent------------------------------------
Terri Morasco: Here we go, tag team action, coming next!
Vasco Dias: Yes and itâs going to be violent!
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a Tag Team Match Introducing first..
{The lights in arena go out as "Interdimensional Summit" by Dimmu Borgir blares throughout the arena. A spot light shines down on the centre 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. Before pausing at the foot of the ramp as his music fades out⊠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. As he reaches the Oracle the two of them leap onto the apron, Uriel turning to face the entrance ramp with his arms hooked over the top rope. As The Oracle rolls in under the bottom rope and quickly rises in the centre of the ring throwing his arms out in an homage to his Lord and Savior. After a moment of scanning the crowd, Uriel steps between the ropes, shrugging off his jacket. Uriel tosses it to the side as They both walk to a corner and kneel in prayer once more, waiting for the match to begin.}Alison Valance: Entering the ring at a combined weight of 550 Pounds , Hailing from the House of God! Uriel Black, The Oracle, THE CLERGY!
Terri Morasco: The duo calling themselves the Clergy are intent on wreaking merry hell!
Vasco Dias: Are you sure you want to use that particular word?
{The house lights dim slightly as the words âOLĂâ appear on the screen. The fans begin chanting along with the music as El GrandĂ© Malo bursts out from behind the curtain. He stomps his way out to the centre of the stage followed by the sheer unknown bouncing along side with him, bouncing up and down in time with the music. He hops up and down with the Local Talent pointing into the air and quickly begins jogging down toward the ring, slapping the outstretched hands along the way, before they slide into the ring and heading for the nearest corner. He scales the turnbuckles and continues to hype up the chanting crowd as the other wrestler does so too. before dropping down and pulling on the nearby top rope, Talking to the other wrestler and shaking his hand as they decide who starts firstâŠ.⊠Before Uriel and Oracle charge over to the pair and Malo gets spilled out of the ring as the poor local boy is pushed into the ropes to whip off and then the Clergy run right through the smaller talent sending him sprawling to the floor.}Terri Morasco: Oof the human mass of The Clergy just sending this poor kid into the floor
Vasco Dias: Welcome to the IWF I guessâŠ
{The talent starts to pick himself up as Uriel grabs him by the hair looking into his eyes as the camera catches him mouthing âNotâŠWorthyâ even as he hauls him violently into the corner, The Oracle quickly taking position on the apron even as Uriel quickly turns around to bat s an Incoming Malo with a head butt as he takes off from a springboard sending the Luchador spilling back outside then starts moving back to the corner To Lay the Boots in and Tag The Oracle in.}Terri Morasco: The team work between the two, leaving no chance for a come back!
Vasco Dias: Just a matter of time I guess..
{The Oracle Lays a few Boots in Before Making A Quick Tag to Uriel Who is quick to lay Another headbutt in before picking up The Talent in A Sidewalk Slam As The Oracle comes Crashing down with a huge legdrop from the Second Rope before Uriel spins over to Cover the poor boy staring at a now in the corner El Malo as The Oracle stands guard}
ONE!!
TWO!!
TâŠNOO!!
{Uriel yanks at the boys head to lift him and his shoulders off the canvas holding him a bit to his chest as he shakes his head and the camera catching Uriel speaking again âNOT YET BOYâŠâ}Terri Morasco: Uriel Black maybe making a mistake
Vasco Dias: Just let him express his rage Morasco..
{Uriel Stands up to pick up the man and Biel toss the talent towards the corner gesturing towards Malo with a grin as he waits on the luchador as he charges in just after the Tag swinging at Malo who ducks under the punch has he runs , the rolls under the Back elbow attempts popping up to hit a Dropkick which sends Uriel Stagger, then a second and as Uriel grabs the top rope having reached it , Malo charges at Uriel to launch himself in a Cross body that with anyone else would send them Both Spilling over, Uriel Catches Malo instead before hauling him up over a shoulder into power slam Position}Terri Morasco: Uriel with evil intentions!
Vasco Dias: Like thatâs not Standard M.O
{ Malo pushes off Urielâs Shoulder and staggers backwards before The Talent Tags himself in to charge past Malo in exuberance charging towards Uriel even as The Oracle climbs int ⊠and Malo had followed the talent upwards, only to be caught by The Oracle with a Vicious Clothesline form Heaven even as Uriel swing the Talent around to drop down in a PRIDES PENANCE No cover is made even as Oracle picks up the Felled Malo to say something to Uriel who nods picking up the Talent as he stands this time the Mics pick up what Uriel and Oracle Shout} Uriel and Oracle: âLET US PRAY!â
Terri Morasco: I get the feeling there wonât be a service during this.
Vasco Dias: Maybe a funeral after.
{The two men haul Malo and The Talent into the PowerBomb position and then run into each other smashing the two into each other before Uriel turns to one side and powerbombs the Talent in the Middle of the ring, oracle takes a moment measures himself and Powerbombs Malo onto the Talent! Bouncing the Luchador out of the ring before the two members of the Clergy circle the ring roaring in approval and Oracle grabs the arm of the Talen to pick him up over one shoulder}
Oracle: IN NOMINE EIUS
{Uriel crouches in a corner aiming himself up and shouts in answer}Uriel: IN NOMINE EIUS
{Uriel charges forward and launches himself to connect with a boot to the Talents head ad Oracle swings the man out with a Flack jack the pinning the Talent smoothly afterwards.}ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!{The two stand tall as âBurn in Hellâ by Dimmu Borgir starts to play giving way to "Interdimensional Summit" ofllos after and Uriel and Oracle raise their arms in victory}Alison Valance: Here are your winners⊠The Clergy!
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SEGMENTThe Leviathan?------------------------------------
{ We open on a dimly lit chamber, or perhaps itâs a cell. The brick that makes up the wall seems to perspire despite the chill in the air. A voice, familiar yet different begins to speak to us from the darkness. }âGod is Dead.â
{ The pale painted face of Angel Blake suddenly takes up our screen, his face paint is different and his smile, while still horrible has a certain amount of delight to it. }Angel Blake: Long. Live. Leviathan.
{ The sinister smirk only grows wider. }Angel Blake: We are now who we were always meant to be. No longer shall we be tied down by the whims of a sadistic and arrogant God. No. We are once again ourselves and we are so very happy to be here.
{ The timber of his voice rises and falls with every word. }Angel Blake: We are happy. Happy to crush. Happy to kill. Happy to destroy.
{ Heâs almost giddy. }Angel Blake: Happy to start with Jayson Matthews. The man child who disrespected us when he thought there would be no consequences to his actions.There will be consequences, young Jayson. Many consequencesâŠ
{ His voice is almost snake like, carrying with it a hiss. }Angel Blake: God, he aimed to save you, a misguided agenda. We donât wish to save anyone. No. We wish only to prosper ourselves. Pleasure ourselves. And we begin with you Jayson. We will bathe in your blood. This I promise you. Weâll be seeing you so very soonâŠ
{ Blake begins to chuckle, then laugh, his laughter echoing throughout the arena before the scene goes to black. }------------------------------------
STRONG STYLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHAndrew Jacobsen (c) vs Warren Kane------------------------------------
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Alison Valance: And it is for the IWF Strong Styyyyyle CHAMPIONSHIP!
{The lights go out as the crowd chanting fills the arena.}"UNDEAD! UNDEAD! UNDEAD!"
{As the song kicks in the tron explodes to life with a quick pyro as red and white strobe lights begin to flash. Warren Kane comes to the front of the stage and brings his arms up in front of his chest before extending them outwards and upwards creating a reaction from the crowd.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, the challenger! Representing the Pack, from London, England, weighing in at 205 pounds, Warren Kane!
Terri Morasco: Until last weekâs New Yearâs Special Sacrifice, we didnât know this match was going to happen. The Strong Style Champion demanded competition, and IWF management chose the Heir of Xtreme.
Vasco Dias: After that barn-burner main event last week, Warren Kane has a chance to bring another title home to the Pack and ensure that every official member of the group will have won a belt during the Packâs bloody reign over IWF. But to do it, he has to beat the most recent inductee into the IWF Hall of Fame.
{He then heads towards the ring, clicking his neck, wrists and elbows to prepare for his match before jumping up onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and raising his arms once more. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as he drops into the ring.}Alison Valance: And his opponentâŠ
{The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face.} Alison Valance: Being accompanied to the ring by Danielle Chase, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the IWF Strong Style ChampionâŠANDREW! JACOBSEN!
Terri Morasco: Listen to the crowd come alive here! It is thunderous in New Delhi for the North Star! Since his return in late 2016, Andrew has constantly chased a higher standard of competition, and tonight he locks up with the man that, almost three years ago, sent him on this journey of self-rediscovery.
Vasco Dias: One of the most inveterately honorable people in this company, but even I canât argue with the resultsâŠmuch though I want to.
{Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him. Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: The crowd is crackling, the excitement is in the air. Letâs get the main event underway!
{The bell rings, and both men walk to the center of the ring, Warren talking trash and Andrew remaining impassive throughout. Warren plants a finger in Andrewâs chest before pointing at the Strong Style Championship belt, shouting promises to âbring it homeâ. Andrew shakes his head, taking a step back, and raises a hand, calling for a lock-up. Warren rolls his eyes, but obliges, and quickly shoots under Andrew, snaring an arm and pulling him into a hammerlock. Warren slaps the back of Andrewâs head, shoving him off, and smirks, taking a few steps back and beckoning Andrew on.}Terri Morasco: Warrenâs showing a lot of confidence in the early going, one could almost say itâs arrogance. That seems unsafe.
Vasco Dias: When youâre literally wrestling royalty, you can afford a certain level of arrogance. Besides, Warrenâs beaten Andrew before with high stakes on the line. He knows what it takes to get it done.
{Warren mockingly calls for another lock-up, and Andrew meets him in the center of the ring, locking up with an audible clapping of flesh. Andrew immediately sweeps Warren into a standing wristlock, wrenching hard on the hold. Warren shakes his head, grunting, and rolls forward, kipping up and trying to work his way out of the hold. He gets back to his feet, sweeping under, and looks for a wristlock of his own. As he does, though, Andrew immediately ducks under, smoothly sliding into a hammerlock. He floats over into a side headlock and spins Warren over, slamming him down with a side headlock takeover. Warren struggles against the hold, squirming for the ropes, and quickly manages to hook a foot on the bottom rope. The referee moves in to break the hold, but Andrewâs already done so, standing up and stepping back with his hands up. Warren gets to his feet, glaring daggers at Andrew, who just shrugs in response.}Vasco Dias: Why did he let go? You had more time, Jacobsen, you should have taken advantage!
Terri Morasco: Vasco, we both know thatâs not how Andrew Jacobsen does business. The moment he was in an illegal position, he let go. Simple as that.
{Warren gets to his feet, cracking his neck, and the two move to lock up again. Warren ducks under, however, and as Andrew whirls to follow him he finds himself on the receiving end of a right hand from Warren Kane! Andrew stumbles back, clutching his jaw, and Warren fires away, driving Andrew back into the corner with a series of blows. Warren grabs Andrewâs arm and whips him across the ring, charging after him with a massive knife-edge chop that connects with Andrewâs chest a quarter-second after Andrewâs back hits the turnbuckles! Warren lights him up with a second chop, then a third, and as the referee steps in to intervene, he takes a few steps back, only to leap in and drill Andrew with a jumping knee right under the point of his jaw! Andrew crumples to the mat, and Warren makes the first cover of the contest!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: What a knee from Warren Kane! I thought I heard a tooth crack there!
Vasco Dias: Thatâs why you ignore the referee sometimes, Morasco, it helps you get the job done! Warren needs to keep that pressure up, and if he does we could easily be looking at a new Strong Style Champion here tonight!
{Warren slaps on a chinlock, grinding at Andrewâs neck, and shouts at him to âjust give up alreadyâ. Andrew responds by shaking his head, shifting his body and forcing a knee under himself. Warren keeps the hold locked on, cranking hard, and switches to a side headlock when the angle proves to be impossible to maintain. Andrew tries to shoot Warren off, but the Englishman bears down on the hold, adding a quick knee to the midsection for good measure. Andrew doubles over a bit more, groaning, and grits his teeth, forcing himself to power up and lift Warren for a back suplex! Warren flips through, though, and lashes out with a boot to Andrewâs midsection...that is caught! Andrew wastes no time, spinning Warren down with a vicious dragon screw leg whip, and immediately transitions it into a vice-like figure-four leg lock! Warren cries out in pain as Andrew bears down on the hold, and immediately tries to roll through. Andrew rolls with him, keeping the pressure on Warrenâs knee, but the movement is enough to bring Warren to the ropes, which he grabs again. Andrew lets go promptly, scooting back and standing up as Warren gingerly gets to his feet.}Terri Morasco: Warren Kane is a great technical wrestler, but every time this match has gone to the mat, itâs favored the champion. When it became a striking contest, Warren was coming out on top. Does he need to shift strategies here?
Vasco Dias: Do what works, I say. Jacobsenâs never been good at dishing out strikes, so if you can keep the match in that environment, it naturally would favor the man who has brawling in his blood.
{As if listening, Warren pushes past the referee, lunging in with a forearm to Andrew! Andrew stumbles back before responding with a European uppercut, and the two men begin to exchange blows, chops and uppercuts in the center of the ring. They go back and forth three, four, five times, and Warren manages to get the upper hand by blocking one of Andrewâs uppercuts. He capitalizes with a right hand, stumbling Andrew! Warren snaps off European uppercuts of his own now, one, two, three, and after the fourth grabs Andrewâs arm, stepping under and pressing him against the ropes. He whips him off, but Andrew reverses, ducking his head for a back body drop. Warren stops short, delivering an upkick that snaps Andrewâs head back, and hits the ropes again, trying to take advantage of the stunned Jacobsen. As he charges in, though, Andrew surges forward, clasping his hands and launching Warren overhead with a huge belly-to-belly suplex! Warren hits the mat skidding, but pops up and charges again, this time into an arm drag! Back up again, Warren charges for a third time, and this time he eats a spinebuster that practically drills him through the canvas! AJ covers!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: The famed resiliency of Andrew Jacobsen on display here, having the wherewithal to get his bearings back after that brutal display of strikes from Warren Kane!
Vasco Dias: All he needs is a moment to breathe, all he needs is an inch to run. Jacobsenâs one of the most resourceful competitors Iâve ever known, even with a self-limited toolbox of options.
{Andrew is right on top of Warren as the two men rise, ducking his head and bulling the smaller man into the corner. Andrew delivers a shoulder thrust that drives Warren into the buckles, then a second, then a third. He takes three steps back before charging in and crushing Warren with a huge clothesline! Andrew keeps the pressure on by boosting him up to the top rope, following Warren up and hooking him for a superplex. Warren comes to life as heâs moved, though, and fights back with right hands to Andrewâs midsection. A third comes, a fourth, and Warren is able to slip through the gap between Andrewâs torso and the buckles, delivering a huge forearm to the small of Jacobsenâs back that drops him hard on the top turnbuckle! Andrew drops to a seated position, groaning, and rocks back, inadvertently tying himself up in the Tree of Woe! Warren looks around, seeing his chance, and runs to the opposite corner, hitting the far turnbuckles before charging in and leaping to drill Andrew with the LONDON CALLING! Andrewâs feet come unhooked as he flops back into the ring, and Warren quickly covers!
ONE! TWO! THRâNO!}Terri Morasco: And a reversal there from Warren Kane almost sealed this match for him! These two men have incredible pain thresholds, Vasco, and weâre witnessing it here tonight.
Vasco Dias: Kaneâs flexible, heâs athletic, and heâs much younger than Andrew is, without all that wear and tear you receive wrestling on an intense schedule. Andrewâs shown himself to have a great amount of endurance, but he has his weaknesses, and one of them is age. This match could go either way, but the longer it goes, the more it, to me, favors the challenger.
{Warren straddles Andrew, raining down right hands with a roar of frustration. Andrew covers up, blocking most of the shots, and manages to shove Warren off, stumbling to his feet in a daze. Andrew stumbles back, swinging his arm in a wide arc for a discus chop, and Warren ducks under, hooking Andrew and looking for the âSPLOSION! No! Andrew blocks the move with a sharp elbow to Warrenâs ear! He holds on, though, and Andrew has to deliver a second elbow to break the younger manâs grip. Andrew stumbles back, and as he moves to re-engage Warren quickly lashes out with a dropkick to his knee! Andrew drops to a knee, and Warren hooks both of his arms, looking for a double underhook DDT! NO! Andrew snaps his arms free and counters with the BOREALIS! BRIDGE!
ONE! TWO! THRâNO! Warren kicks out, dangerously late but emphatic!}Vasco Dias: Another reversal from the bag of tricks here, Terri, and this match has been very back-and-forth. Jacobsen asked for competition, and by God heâs getting it.
Terri Morasco: Fun choice of words there, Vasco, but I agree that this has been quite the match so far. This is exactly the way to kick off IWFâs 2019.
{Warren, amazingly, is the first to his feet. Andrew pushes himself up, gritting his teeth, and beckons Warren on, roaring with defiance. Warren obliges the invitation with another right hand, but this time Andrew is ready, ducking the shot and looking to launch Warren with a German suplex! Warren flips through, landing on his feet, and runs Andrew to the ropes, snaring him in an OâConnor roll!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! The kickout sends Warren forward and Andrew rolling back to his feet, and as Warren turns Andrew lashes forward with the LIGHTS OUT! NO! Warren catches the kick and spins Andrew around, burying a boot in his midsection to look for the THUNDERSTRUCK! NO! Andrew shoves him off again, this time popping Warren up for the GORDIE HOWE SPECIAL! WHICH WARREN COUNTERS INTO A DDT! Andrewâs head is spiked into the mat, and he rocks up into a seated position ONLY TO BE DRILLED BACK DOWN WITH A SEATED DROPKICK! Warren backs himself into the corner, measuring Andrew and shouting for the end!}Terri Morasco: This could be it! If he can connect with the Kidd Kick here, itâs all over!
Vasco Dias: As the North Star rose, so it sets! You dug this grave, Jacobsen! Now lay in it!
{As Andrew gets to his knee, Warren charges, lashing out with the KIDD KICK! NO! ANDREW POPS HIM INTO THE AIR AND DRILLS HIM ON THE WAY DOWN WITH THE ICE BREAKER POWERBOMB! COVER!
ONE! TWO! THREE! âUnbreakableâ plays as Andrew forces himself to stand, grimacing and holding his neck.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner and STILL IWF Strong Style Champion, Andrew Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: A war was waged, and in the end Andrew Jacobsenâs gamble paid off, as he successfully defends his Strong Style Championship here tonight!
Vasco Dias: I donât know if this gamble he pulled can really ever have been considered to pay off, Terri. This kind of damage can only hurt him moving forward, no matter how great a showing he put in.
Terri Morasco: He took a risk tonight, Vasco, but in the end, he walks away with that title around his waist and confidence that he appeared to desperately need. What a way to kick off 2019! Thank you for joining us, and goodnight everyone, from New Delhi!
{Andrew is handed his title belt, and climbs the turnbuckles, holding it high in one hand with a smile on his face as the logo comes up and the first Sacrifice of the new year draws to a close.} 
Well howdy there pardner.