IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice February 4th 2019

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice
February 4th 2019
The BritAma Arena, North Jakarta, Indonesia

DEADLINES:

ROLEPLAYS (1 RP LIMIT): 6AM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT APPROVAL: 6PM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT SUBMISSION: Until the show is posted (Tuesday Nights).

- Handlers who are not booked are strongly advised to submit segments for the show to continue their character development. Those who want to be booked can request a match on the basis that one of the competitors will write it to prevent the staff becoming over-extended.-


SEGMENT
Announcement from Bob Pooler

SINGLES MATCH
Kimberly Jackson vs Mandi Matthews-Bates

SEGMENT
Danger Zone is coming. Who wants a chance at Glory?

TAG TEAM MATCH
Methods of Destruction vs Bourbon Street Saints

SEGMENT
Interview with The World Champion

SINGLES MATCH
Crystal Hilton vs Miyoko Oshiro

SEGMENT
Big Dream Winner

SINGLES MATCH
Freakke vs Pax Stormcrow

SEGMENT
She's Back?

TAG TEAM MATCH
The Clergy vs Being Infamous

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice
February 4th 2019
The BritAma Arena, North Jakarta, Indonesia

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SEGMENT
Announcement from Bob Pooler

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{As the cameras begin to roll the crowd begins cheering as, without any pomp or circumstance, Bob Pooler is shown standing in the middle of the ring wearing his street clothes and twirling a microphone in his right hand. He smiles as the fans continue to acknowledge him before raising the microphone and silencing the crowd with his left hand}

Bob Pooler: You know, it wasn't too long ago that one of my opponents questioned my heart. They questioned whether it was in the right place, whether I had my priorities straight. Well, for two hundred and seventy-six days I thought those priorities were spot on. For three quarters of a year, I stood proudly as the IWF StrongStyle champion. I took on any and all comers who thought they had what it took to unseat me. It wasn't until Andrew Jacobsen, the man who set the bar for holding the World title, relinquished me of my title that I realized how much wear and tear this past year had taken on me, taken on my body.

{He smiles and rubs the back of his neck}

Bob Pooler: IWF is a heck of a place. In all my years and in all my experiences out there in the world, there has never been a company who looks out for its employees more than this one. Sure, we've got our fair share of questionable practices ... kidnappings, angelic possessions, and demonic exorcisms ... but the health care, overall, is tops. So, yeah, after losing my title I finally started to feel the pressure of the past year. IWF preventative care took a look at me and found something.

{There's a murmur from the fans as Bob shrugs his shoulders}

Bob Pooler: Well, while I could just slap a brace on a bad knee I was told that there's no brace that'll solve this ... I guess I was born with a wonky heart that nobody's noticed up until now. I won't get into it, but the tl:dr is that I've got a nice little congenital heart defect that the people upstairs want to get some second opinions on everything before contemplating my future. So, it's back home to the Great White North to see what information my free health care brethren can give me.

{The crowd is silent as Bob smiles and waves them off}

Bob Pooler: Guys, I was born with this and it hasn't killed me yet so no tears, eh! But still, It's a little devastating that I've got to give up on my World title chase right now - so, Dev ... Xavier ... you guys hold down the fort without me and rest assured that when I'm given the green light to return, and I will return, I'm coming straight at whichever one of you is holding that belt!

{Bob waves at the crowd, wiping his face with his forearm quickly}

Bob Pooler: I love you guys ...

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SINGLES MATCH
Kimberly Jackson vs Mandi Matthews-Bates

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{ DUe to some technical difficulties, we weren't able to present this match to you live. However, it was a back-and-forth affair between the two ladies which lasted a good ten minutes. At 12:30, Kimberly almost ended the match with a Hangman's clutch, only to realize too late that she was too close to the bottom rope, leading to a critical rope break. Five minutes later, Mandi would get in a solid Mandi-Capper top rope axe-handle for an insanely close two-count, but when she tried to go for her husband's signature "SteveKO," Jackson squirmed out of the way, hit Mandi with her inverted GTS called the "Knock Out," and got the one-two-three! }


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SEGMENT
Danger Zone is coming. Who wants a chance at Glory?

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{Hand that Feeds by Nine in Nails plays, the crowd erupting into an impassioned mix of cheers and boos as Dean Harper swaggers down the ramp, grinning with satisfaction as he pats the title slung over his shoulder. He slides into the ring with a mic in hand, smirking at the reaction from the crowd.}

Vasco Dias: Dean Harper out here right now looking quite satisfied with himself.

Terri Morasco: Dean’s always been clear that he’s always cared about this belt more than any other. We all knew he’d be pleased if he beat Jacobsen. Insufferably so.

Vasco Dias: Hopefully someone will take it from him.

{Dean waves his hands to settle the crowd before speaking.}

Dean Harper: Well I do have to say, it is really nice to be back home. Just because it’s not the Man of Steel Championship anymore after the grand rebranding doesn’t mean it doesn’t have the good old luster.

{He takes a long, smiling sniff from the leather.}

Dean Harper: I can still smell all the blood that’s been shed for it. The most… sanguine… belt in the IWF. All that pain, all that violence… wearing this belt just feels like coming home. But what’s the point of a belt like this one if its not defended? Everyone back there has seen what I’m willing to do to keep this belt on my waist. It’s been a long time since I felt the smooth warmth of skull on my tongue. But I wonder who back there is going to be brave enough… to step into the ring with me come Danger Zone.

{Dean carefully removes the belt and lays it on the mat before him, crossing his arms and licking his teeth as he stares up the ramp…

… 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.}

Vasco Dias: OH MY!

Terri Morasco: That’s probably one of the LAST people Dean wanted to see coming down that ramp!

{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!

{Uriel leaps to is feet and swaggers his way down the ramp, raising a mic to his lips as they curl into something between a grin and a sneer.}

Uriel Black: Now THAT, Harper… that’s an offer I couldn’t POSSIBLY refuse. You and me fighting over something you actually care about? The chance to take it from you after making you beg like a wee pup? That, Harper… Oh yeah. I want THAT.

{Uriel lopes up onto the apron, laser focused on Dean as the Strong Style Champion looks back with an inscrutable glare. However, as the two of them are focused wholly on one another, neither of them notice a figure slipping out from under the ring directly beneath Uriel!}

Vasco Dias: Who’s that?!

Terri Morasco: I have no idea!

{The figure is wearing an all-black suit, complete with black leather gloves. He is wearing a black and white mask that looks to be made of wood designed in a traditional Japanese style, intricately carved into the face of a leering Oni. The masked figure brandishes a black-painted kendo stick… and slams it hard into the small of Uriel’s back!}

Terri Morasco: It looks like Dean had some backup ready.

Vasco Dias: Maybe, but I’d have expected Thralls or Caleb… and Harper looks surprised.

{The Man in the Oni Mask grabs Uriel by the right ankle and pulls him sharply down, causing Uriel to crack his left knee against the hard metal ridge of the apron. Oni is completely silent as he begins unleashing strike after strike on Uriel’s knee with his kendo stick, leaving the giant Scotsman clutching his leg in agony. Oni shoves Uriel away, tilting his head slowly to the side as he silently observes Uriel’s pain. Dean has moved over to the ropes, watching the whole affair with a look of pleased confusion on his face. After a few moments, Oni slowly turns and looks up at Harper… then leaps up onto the apron to look him directly in the eye. Dean steps back… then slowly offers Oni a hand.}

Vasco Dias: Whoever this is, it looks like Dean’s pleased with his actions enough that he’s interested in some sort of partnership!

Terri Morasco: Vasco, the last thing we need is for them to have yet another masked psycho on their team!

{Oni looks down at Dean’s hand for a moment, again tilting his head slowly to the side… before whipping his kendo stick sharply onto Dean’s wrist! Dean staggers back as Oni vaults over the ropes to pursue. He tries lashing at the champion with another kendo strike, but Dean intercepts the blow and wrenches the weapon out of his attacker’s hand. However, Oni follows up with a savage rake to Dean’s eyes, followed by a low blow uppercut that sends the champion rolling on the ground!}

Terri Morasco: Never mind! Whoever this is, he’s clearly no fan of Harper!

Vasco Dias: IT FINALLY HAPPENED! I’M CALLING IT NOW, TERRI, THE LONG-AWAITED NIGHTHAWK VILLAIN TURN IS HERE!

Terri Morasco: … What?

Vasco Dias: It all makes sense! He’s attacking The Pack and the Age of Gods, he’s wearing Japanese-themed garb… that’s GOTTA be Nighthawk!

Terri Morasco: … You’re insane.

{Oni is looking down on Harper, dragging a thumb across his throat as he circles the champion… but Dean is rising to his feet, and on the outside Uriel has recovered enough to climb onto the ropes, sliding through. Without the element of surprise, Oni seems to recognize that he’s outmatched and quickly withdraws, backing away from the two furious men and hopping over the ropes while flipping each of them a bird. He pulls a mic to his mask, apparently snatched after taking Dean down…}

Oni: Danger Zone. I come for both of you.

{With that, he throws the mic back into the ring and leaves through the crowd, vanishing before Dean or Uriel can pursue.}

Terri Morasco: Well THAT just happened. Apparently this newcomer wants to tangle with both Dean AND Uriel at Danger Zone… but I suspect he’ll need to do more than just say it aloud for management to give him the shot.

Vasco Dias: I gotta say, I really dig the new Nighthawk.

Terri Morasco: That’s definitely not Nighthawk.

Vasco Dias: Time will prove me right, Terri. Wait and see!


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SINGLES MATCH
Methods of Destruction vs Bourbon Street Saints

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{The opening hook of "Ante Up" blares from the PA as Nick Hunter and Nate Harris walk through the curtain, Nick immediately running over to the edge of the stage and riling the crowd up as Nate cracks his neck, a smirk on his face. Nick runs over to the other side of the stage, working the crowd some more, and Nate begins to walk down the ramp, Nick running to catch up with him as he continues to talk a mile a minute at the fans.}

Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! From the Big Easy, at a combined weight of 410—

Terri Morasco: WAIT A MINUTE!

{As the Saints walk down the ramp, though, JC Keeton and Spencer Vain explode through the curtains, charging down and leaping on a Saint apiece. JC delivers a leaping clothesline to the back of Nate Harris's head, while Spencer drops Nick Hunter with a huge double axe handle! The Methods of Destruction fall on the Saints, hammering away at their erstwhile opponents, with Spencer hauling Nick up and flinging him into the barricade!}

Terri Morasco: What the hell is this?!

Vasco Dias: Strategy, Terri! The Methods of Destruction are laying waste to those loudmouth Saints!

{JC fires an uppercut into Nate's jaw as he pulls Nate to his feet, motioning to Spencer as Jake Keeton watches from the stage, barking orders. The two take up positions on opposite sides of Nate, nodding to each other, and JC leaps in the air for a dropkick as Spencer lunges for a chop block to deliver the GRIDLOCK! BUT NATE ROLLS TO THE SIDE! JC's dropkick catches Spencer in the face, sending him stumbling back, and JC only has a moment to register his surprise before Nate spins him around and drills him with a right hand!}

Terri Morasco: A moment's miscommunication, and Nate Harris has a chance to turn the tide here!

Vasco Dias: And Jake Keeton is furious! Look at him fume!

{Spencer manages to straighten up, only to eat a back elbow from Nate. Harris fires off on JC, and as Spencer tries to intercede again Nick Hunter explodes out of a crouch, lunging into Vain with a huge right hand! They pair off again, firing right hands at each other, and the four men brawl with each other as security streams out of the back, pulling the teams apart. Nick and Spencer are shouting angrily at each other, and Jake Keeton is berating the head of security for interrupting as each of the Saints and both members of the Methods of Destruction are restrained by multiple security officers apiece.}

Terri Morasco: Well, something tells me this match won't be happening as scheduled. They're ready to tear each other apart!

Vasco Dias: Bollocks! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIIIGHT!

{The four strain at their captors, lunging and being pulled back as we go to commercial.}

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SEGMENT
Interview with The World Champion

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Vasco Dias: “Now, we hear from the Men’s World Champion, Xavier Cross, about well, just what the hell is going on in his head?”

Terri Morasco:“His desperate actions at Metamorphosis,the vicious assault of Bob Pooler and Devlin Raine, it was like he was switching a switch on and off…”

Vasco Dias:“Personally, I don’t see what there is to be sorry for, he put those two men in their place.”

Terri Morasco:“It was supposed to be a competitive match, not whatever that ended up being.”

{The lights flicker ever so slightly, as we hear a loud, gutterly roar of a dragon, as the stage ignites in a red pyro, as the intro to ‘X Gon’ Give it to Ya’ by DMX hits the loudspeakers. Out from the behind the curtain steps Xavier Cross, in a charcoal grey suit, title slung over his shoulder as he stops at the top of the ramp, and the sold out crowd gives him a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. Xavier pauses for a moment as he slowly struts down to the ring, microphone in his opposite hand with a white knuckle grip. He pauses looking at the ring, as Cross slowly saunters up the steel steps onto the ring apron, wiping his shiny black shoes on the apron as he casually steps in over the middle rope, slipping into the ring. He pauses in the center of the ring, glancing around the crowd, taking in the loud response of the people, in this mixed reaction.}

Vasco Dias:“These idiots need to be on their feet, cheering their reigning and defending champion…”

Terri Morasco: “I don’t think a lot of people in this crowd, or our general fanbase are too thrilled with how Xavier defended his title…”

Vasco Dias:“Anyone who disagrees with his methods are just fools who’ve never had anything worth losing. When your a champion, you must do WHATEVER it takes to remain the champion.”

Terri Morasco:“There are limitations though…”

{Cross motions his hand, as the music stops, as he slowly looks down at the canvas, then the microphone.}

Xavier Cross:“My name is…”

IWF Galaxy:“XAVIER CROSS”

{In something that would have amused him a week ago, he raises a brow, looking annoyed.}

Xavier Cross: “My phone has been buzzing, I’ve had to rent three different cars just to get to the arena. The media, both physical and social have gone crazy. People want to know why Xavier, why? So I get to the arena tonight...head down to Guerilla, and see that our lovely new fearless leader Jess Fowler has set up an interview segment, well your world champion doesn’t need an interview segment, there ain’t no one back there worth their salt that can ask that real questions that need to be answered…”

{The lights in the arena immediately go out, as ‘Hand that Feeds’ by Nine Inch Nails comes over to P.A. Out saunters the new Strong Style Champion, Dean Harper in his typical hoodie and leather jacket as the Strong Style championship was wrapped tightly around his waist, a microphone in his hand as his eyes focus down on Xavier with each step he makes towards the ring as he casually rolls under the bottom rope. Popping to his feet.}

Vasco Dias:“Business has just picked up, a few weeks ago Cross and Jacobsen had a champion versus champion match that just tore down the house. Dean Harper and Xavier Cross have a history longer than my alimony payments…”

Terri Morasco:“The tension that just filled the arena could choke a two-pack-a-day smoker...I don’t know why Harper is out here.”

Vasco Dias:“Probably wants to congratulate Xavier on a successful title defense?”

{The music fades, as Dean tilts his head, looking at Xavier, a slight smile on his face.}

Dean Harper:“Nice suit sweetheart…”

Xavier Cross:“Thank you? But what are you doing out here Harper? You kind of cut me of mid-rant…”

Dean Harper: “Well, since we’re all getting into uncomfortable positions lately, ooh...I thought I’d try my hand at interviewing, since you did say no one was worth their salt, and I think we both know just how salty I can be…”

{Xavier eyes Dean for a moment, before nodding his head.}

Xavier Cross:“Alright, alright, I’ll entertain this for a moment...go ahead Dean. Ask away.”

Dean Harper:“So why? Why did you lay waste to Bob and Dev? As hot as it was, I was a tad confused myself…”

Xavier Cross:“For the last few months, I’ve spent battling you, Harper. I think I’ve shed years off my life. I’ve been carrying this burden for Imperial for months now. I told Verona after the heir to the throne tournament, I’d carry the baton, and I did just that. I took this title, from you. Team Free Will….I wanted to push people beyond their limits, I wanted to see what everyone was truly made of…”

Dean Harper: “Lovely story, but I feel like we’re dodging the question.”

Xavier Cross: “What happens Dean, what happens IWF fans...when you reach inside someone, looking for some great passion, some talent, something, anything, and you don’t find a single thing…”

{Dean looks a bit confused.}

Dean Harper:“Elaborate…”

Xavier Cross:“I mean, I think everyone saw how pathetic the Pooler Pity Party was...and Devlin Raine, he’s that expensive firework, that when you light the fuse, you stand there in anticipation, and when it finally gets so close to blowing...nothing. Devlin Disappointment. I’ve busted my ass this last year, carrying Team Free Will, fighting battles to free your adorable ass, and what do I have to show for it…..I’m tired Dean…”

Dean Harper:“You sound frustrated…”

Xavier Cross: “I am, my head hurts, my body aches, and at first, I thought this title was heavy to carry...The weight of something greater on my shoulders, around my waist. But now I see the truth. We have let mediocrity fester in this company, and it’s not something that can be fixed…”

Dean Harper:“You know, I love it when you talk like that, but we’ve only seen a taste sweetheart, are you all talk?”

{Xavier drops the microphone and the world title, as he slowly undoes his suit, tossing the sports coat to the side as he rolls up his sleeves before going nose to nose with Dean Harper. Imperial security pours out the back surrounding the two men, separating them as Dean and Cross keep their eyes locked as their forced into separate corners. Cross grabs a security guard, slamming his head into his, before he begins to fight his way out of the corner, tossing guards out of the ring as he goes. Dean follows suit, kneeing a guard in the gut, tossing him over the top rope. Until their back at the center of the ring.}

Vasco Dias:“I think the roof is about to get torn off this building. Harper dropped his title, and I think he wants a piece of Xavier.”

Terri Morasco:“And Xavier cleared a direct path towards Dean, there are security laid out all around the ring!”

{As both men get nose to nose once more. The lights go out yet again, as a buzz fills the arena, followed by absolute silence…"Trip the Darkness" by Lacuna Coil begins to play across the loud speakers. As the Women’s World Champion, Rowan MacDonnough slowly steps out from the back, casually making her way down to the ring, her eyes transfixed on Dean and Cross. Stepping on the fallen bodies of the security guards, as if she didn’t want to touch the ground she slowly makes her way into the ring, glancing at Cross, a hint of amusement in her eyes, as she turns to Dean.}

Dean Harper:“Last question, sweetheart….What exactly have you learned from all of this…”

{Xavier pauses for a beat, looking down seeing the microphone and his title, before glancing over at Rowan, who has a amused smirk playing on her lips. Eyes studying Xavier for a moment. As he slowly leans down onto one knee, grabbing his title, throwing it over his shoulder, grabbing the microphone tightly once again. He looks up from his kneeling position at Rowan.}

Xavier Cross:“Someone wise once said, ‘The Lone Wolf dies, but The Pack survives.’ I don’t want to carry this burden alone any longer…”

{Tilting her head, Rowan raises an eyebrow, now not seeming as much amused as somewhat... astounded. Then, slowly... she begins to laugh. It starts low, but soon her eyes flare gold as she proves simply unable to contain her amusement at the sheer irony of what is unfolding before her. Xavier stays in the kneeling position, bowing his head to Rowan. It takes the crowd a minute, before a chorus of boo’s fill the arena.}

Terri Morasco:“Ha-ha...what is Xavier getting at, it this some kind of ruse.”

Vasco Dias:“That son of a bitch, he’s joining The Pack!”

Terri Morasco:“No! No! This has to be some kind of plan to bamboozle Rowan and Dean…”

{Rowan motions for Xavier to stand, as he looks back from her to Dean, as Dean smiles Rowan brings the microphone up to her mask.}

Rowan MacDonnough:“Welcome... to your new family.”

{The three slowly hold up their title belts, as the lights go out immediately, as they come back up, the ring has a remnant of an ashy smoke where the three had once stood.}

Terri Morasco:“What...what just happened Vasco…”

Vasco Dias:“I think we just witnessed the birth of a very Unholy Trinity….I don’t know what’s in store for Imperial Wrestling going forward, but business just took a very...very dark turn…”


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SINGLES MATCH
Crystal Hilton vs Miyoko Oshiro

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{CRYSTAL WINS}

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SEGMENT
Big Dream Winner

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{Sacrifice returns from commercial and Acting CEO Jess Fowler is standing alongside Rachel Grimes in the middle of the ring. They are standing amongst a bunch of IWF BIG WISH decoration in the ring.}

Terri Morasco: We're back folks and it looks it’s the moment we’ve been waiting for! The Big Wish!

Vasco Dias: What Do you think this kid is going to wish for?

Terri Morasco: I don’t know. Whatever he wants apparently. He won the big Wish contest.

Vasco Dias: Lucky kid. He better do something big!

{Jess Fowler is handed a microphone. They smile and greets the crowd.}

Jess Fowler: Hello everyone and thank you so much for coming to another sold out Monday Night Sacrifice!!

{Fowler and Rachel clap as the crowd cheer and clap.}

Jess Fowler: Yes thank you so much. It’s almost cliche with the number of times we say it in this business but without you great fans, we literally wouldn’t be here doing this without you. So as you know, that’s why we created the BIG WISH CONTEST!! So without further wait, let’s bring out Tommy Richter from Adams, Wisconsin!!

{Jess Fowler points to the stage and the Big Wish Contest theme song plays. Soon a few stagehands accompany a small ten year old boy out onto the stage. Tommy is so excited to be out in the ring. He was dressed in some jeans and an oversized Andrew Jacobsen T-shirt.}

Terri Morasco: Awww cute kid.

Vasco Dias: Yeah If you like Andrew Jacobsen fans.

Terri Morasco: I happen to be an Andrew fan myself.

Vasco Dias: I rest my case.

{The stage hands help Tommy into the ring as the music starts to fade. The IWF crowd cheers and gets a Tommy chant going as the young kid beams. He does a couple of his favorite IWF poses and charms the crowd with his cuteness.}

Rachel Grimes: Aren’t you just the cutest? Tommy Richter from Adams, Wisconsin, how does it feel to be the Big Wish winner?

{Rachel gets down on one knee to help him a bit and hold the microphone closer to him. He’s timid at first but finally, he approaches the microphone.}

Tommy Richter: Good.

Rachel Grimes: How long have you been a wrestling fan for Tommy?

Tommy Richter: Pretty much my entire life. My uncle RJ would watch me and we’d watch all the wrestling. PWA. XHF. NCW. UHF. TXA. My uncle RJ showed me all the great stuff. My favorite is the NORTH STAR!!! Andrew Jacobsen! YEAH!! Lights out! BAM!

{The crowd pops again as Tommy points to his shirt.}

Terri Morasco: Well The sold out crowd is really loving this kid right now.

Vasco Dias: Yeah But he still has to make his wish. What if he wishes for a billion dollars? Or like more wishes? Or what if he wishes for complete control of the company?

Terri Morasco: I Uh...hmm….that would certainly be interesting.

Vasco Dias: It would be terrible!

{Jess Fowler walks up to Tommy with his own microphone.}

Jess Fowler: Well Tommy. You won the contest. Your essay that you submitted was the best out of all of them submitted. 

Tommy Richter: My uncle RJ helped me with it.

Jess Fowler: Well he did a great job. Now tell the world what your big Wish is.

{Rachel keeps the microphone steady under Tommy’s mouth as he thinks about his answer.}

Tommy Richter: Ummm...Marvels Spider-Man On PS4!!

{Everyone laughs.}

Tommy Richter: What? It’s a really cool game. Billy Simpson has it and I played it as his house. You can web swing in the city and beat up bad guys.

Jess Fowler: You are adorable, the game and the system are on me. But I want you to really think about what you want to see here in the IWF. What do you really want? What’s your one true Big Wish?

Tommy Richter: Well Okay, as long as I still really get the game…

{Tommy takes a few moments to really think about it.}

Tommy Richter: Okay...since I still get the PlayStation 4….I think I wanna make a wish for my Uncle RJ.

Jess Fowler: You must really love your Uncle RJ.

{Tommy nods his head but his lip quivers.}

Tommy Richter: Yeah But he died. A week ago.

Jess Fowler: Oh. I’m so sorry for your loss Tommy.

{Tommy wipes his tears from his eyes and nods his head.}

Tommy Richter: It’s okay Mr. Fowler. If I get the big Wish then I wanna make it for my Uncle RJ.

Jess Fowler: Of course. That’s so sweet.

Tommy Richter: I want to bring back his most favorite wrestler ever.

Jess Fowler: Absolutely. We can go get on the phone as soon as we go backstage. Just tell me who.

{Jess Fowler smiles as he waits and the crowd buzz with excitement as the wait for Tommy to speak.}

Tommy Richter: I wish for Steve Awesome to come back to the IWF.

Jess Fowler: Okay lets---Wait--Repeat that?

Tommy Richter: I want Steve Awesome to be back in IWF.

{Jess’s face goes pale and he turns toward Rachel who looks just as surprised. The crowd start to boo, but they sort of feel a bit bad for booing the kid.}

Rachel Grimes: Are you sure you want that? Like Andrew will hang out with you all day and watch movies till bedtime.

Tommy Richter: Steve was my Uncles favorite. He’d love to have seen Steve wrestle again.

Rachel Grimes: But...But…

{Rachel tries to figure out a way to reason but she can’t come up with anything.}

Terri Morasco: They did ask him to wish for anything but this is a bit crazy. Steve Awesome!? Back here?

Vasco Dias: Okay, maybe a ten year running things isn’t so bad. We did have Cable Arcane in charge at one point.

Terri Morasco: Would you stop?

Vasco Dias: No I’m serious. Anything is better than dealing with that slimeball again. Tell the kid no! He can’t have that wish.

Terri Morasco: For once I agree with you, Vasco. But how can you just tell the winner of the contest he cant have his wish? You going to boo a child and tell him he can’t have his prize?

Vasco Dias: I...well I assumed someone else would do it...

{The crowd murmur negatively as Rachel still tries to figure out what to say. Tommy just stands there, oblivious to how reluctant everyone was toward his wish. Finally, Jess stops her. They steps forward.}

Jess Fowler: No. it’s fine Rachel. Tommy has won the Big Wish contest….and if he wishes for Steve Awesome…..

{Jess sighs and rubs his temples. Fowler knows this is going to cost them, but just didn’t know how yet.}

Jess Fowler: ...then I’ll bring back Steve bloody Awesome to the IWF.

{Jess and Rachel pass each other apprehensive stares as we fade to another commercial.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Freakke vs Pax Stormcrow

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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first…

{The lights flicker with Ladies and Gentlemen my Saliva’s first notes. The painted miscreant enters the arena and slowly begins to make his way to the ring, slowly moving along the barricades to get in touch with his cretins. 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, he turns to face the entrance}

Alison Valance: Entering the ring! Standing at 5’10” and weighing in at 203 pounds from Pittsburgh, PA … FREAKKE!!

Vasco Dias: I hate clowns

Terri Morasco: Why?

{The lights in the arena dim, and there is the sound of a power up 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.}

Alison Valance: Entering the ring! Standing at 6’2” and weighing in at 255 pounds from Aitkin, MN! … PAX STORMCROW!

{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: Pax standing taller and weighing more come in with a huge advantage!

Vasco Dias: I hate clowns, did you know that?

{The two Circle and Freakke is quick to run at Pax Leaping up for a Hurricanrana, which Pax rolls through for to crouch low under a clothesline to connect with a double leg Takedown, just powering through Freakke to drop him down and roll over into a Headlock position that Freakke fights with a kicking of legs for a bit before Pax sits through in a Scarf Hold position looking at the Ref as Freakke struggles a little more But keeps a Shoulder up.}

Terri Morasco: Pax Stormcrow just establishing his dominance and smothering Freakke!

Vasco Dias: Yes Pax! SMOTHER HIM!!”

{Pax slowly works up, to get Freakke into a corner, The clown manages to slip out and try for a Schoolboy only for Pax to break the attempt with a step out roll around picking the Clown up for a Powerbomb and eating a hurricanrana for his troubles as starts to get up in the Corner and Freakke throws himself into Pax to lay punched and for arms on him as the re f counts to five. Freakke goes to whip Pax off, Pax Reverses and as Freakke hops up on the Turnbuckle to launch backwards at Pax in a Cross Body Pax simply…. Walks out of the way to let the clown hit the deck before rolling over with an Oklahoma roll}

1!!!

2!!!

Kick-out!!!

Terri Morasco: A good cover by Pax!

Vasco Dias: Not good enough, Hurt him!

{The two get up to their feet and Freakke is a little quicker than Pax connecting with a Dropkick, staggering him, then a second one before managing to whip Pax off and hitting a Leaping Clothesline and then throwing himself into a TECHNICOLOR ad getting up to run for the ropes again, getting popped up by Pax groggily getting caught with another missile dropkick and then sliding over to hit a cover!}

1!!!

2!!!

Kick-out!!!

{The two stand up, and Pax connects up as Freakke is a bit too slow connecting on the Clown with a vertical suplex that gets plenty of hang time on the way up and the way down, floating himself over to Drop an Elbow and the crowd once again gets a bit to him as he slows things down, moving towards the Middle rope and aiming up on Freakke}

Terri Morasco: I don’t know if this a good idea

Vasco Dias: It will be… kill maim! Destroy!

{Pax launches himself from the second rope knee extended for a drop, Freakke hover rolls under the attack as he lands on the mat and Freakke uses The opportunity as Pax Lands to Leapfrog over Pax and hit a Bulldog as he sits out, bouncing Pax on the mat once more and then jumping onto a face rake with both bots as he runs for the corner and crouches down low taking a moment to start stomping his foot. }

Terri Morasco: Freakee getting fired up!

Vasco Dias: No …don’t do it!

{As Freakke charges a Standing Pax as he throws himself into a Spinning Wheel kick, But Pax catches him and pausing with a look of rage on his face Pops Freakke up into Powerbomb position before he sits out but Halfway down Pax is hit by TASTE THE RAINBOW! The two of them rolling away as Freakke bounces on the mat anyway!}

Terri Morasco: What Power!

Vasco Dias: REF DISQUALIFY THAT CLOWN!

Terri Morasco: Vasco..how…Noble.

Vasco Dias: I HATE CLOWNS!!

{The two men start to clamber to their feet, as the crowd comes alive, and Freakke is first to the push, running clear past PAx to run up the ropes and Leap backwards Connecting to loop about Pax’s head to try for the Smiledriver, but Pax turns with it and then hoists Freakke Into a SAITO SUPLEX rolling over to pick up Freakke again and lock in the PEACE OUT Suplex!}

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

Alison Valance: Here is your Winner Pax Stormcrow!

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SEGMENT
She's Back?

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{We go to the back with Rachel Grimes, who looks very proud of herself as she begins speaking.}

Rachel Grimes: Over the last week, I got in contact with a number of IWF Superstars, and got their thoughts on the recent return of former Women's World Champion Eternity. Here's what we heard.

{The first person to come up is IWF head trainer Emma Danielson at the Performance Center in Chicago. Rachel walks up to her, microphone out.}

Rachel Grimes: Emma! How do you feel about the events at the end of Metamorphosis, specifically the shocking return of Eternity?

{Emma tenses up, slowly turning to face Rachel. When she speaks, her voice is a wavering, trembling fury.}

Emma Danielson: How do I feel? I feel like if that evil bitch so much as looks wrong at any of my trainees, I'll return the favor she paid me all those years ago and break her fucking arm myself. Get out. My job just got a lot harder.

{Emma roughly turns away from Rachel, stalking away. Next, Pandora Freeman's face comes into shot and she purses her lips with a slight smirk.}

Pandora Freeman: She came back? What kept her so long. Eternity Unbound, some would fear some would dobt but whoever wins?...

We See where it goes.

{Next, we join Pax Stormcrow and the Brooklyn Street Saints.}

Pax Stormcrow: Who?

Nate Harris: Spooky chick before Rowan. I don't know. Was like childlike or something?

Pax Stormcrow: Oh. She kidnapped Warren, right?

Nick Hunter: Something like that.

Pax Stormcrow: They gonna start giving us kidnapping insurance in the health package?

Nick Hunter: They should.

{The camera jumps to Kimberly Jackson, sitting in the locker room and taping up her hands.}

Kimberly Jackson: So Eternity’s back?

{Kimberly tilts her head from one side to the other eliciting a cracking sound.}

Kimberly Jackson: I guess that means I should be afraid? But honestly the only thing is feeling is excitement. I’m up for the challenge. Let’s just hope she’s up for it too.

{Next up are the Best Friends Club, looking rather perturbed.}

Amber Cooke: Another face-painted freak to fuck around with. Joy.

Ciara O'Connor: Fan-fucking-tastic. Just what we needed. Is there something about this company that breeds them or something?

Charity Crowne: Please. She might have been scary once, but she's so last season. Besides, there's only one of her and three of us. She wants to cause trouble? She can bloody well try.

{We cut next to Devlin Raine, back in catering.}

Devlin Raine: Uh,oh...heeeeeeeeeeeeeere comes trouble...

{Next up is Gabriela Luna, methodically striking at a punching bag. Her expression is haunted, and she looks as if she hasn't slept in weeks, each punch landing with a mechanical repetition.}

Gabriela Luna: Bitch gonna die...bitch gonna die...bitch gonna die...

{Vivienne Rodgers, with a towel around her neck in a training room, bites her lower lip and sighs.}

Vivienne Rodgers: Just when you think we are making an impact...

{Next, sitting atop an equipment box, we find Helena Sawyer looking to the ceiling with a rapturous expression on her face. She inhales deeply, giggling.}

Helena Sawyer: Can you smell it? The soil is upturned. The dead walk again. She's back...but of course she is. After all...

{Helena rolls onto her stomach, looking straight into the camera with a lopsided grin.}

Helena Sawyer: Eternity never ends. See you soon...

{The segment looks as if it's going to fade out, but abruptly jumps to a dark room. In the center of the room, a dark wooden throne sits, and upon the throne rests the IWF Women's World Champion, looking dead into the camera with gleaming golden eyes. Rowan doesn't say a word. Instead, all we hear is a low chuckle before three words echo through the room.}

Rowan MacDonnough: Come and see...come and see...

{And on that, we truly fade out.}

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SINGLES MATCH
The Clergy vs Being Infamous

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{ The lights in the arena start to strobe pink when- }

"YOO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!"

{ Wannabe by Spice Girls the Punk Goes 90's version hits the loud speakers. Rob Diamond comes strutting out through the curtain and does a little spin on his heels before coming to a stop. James Gilmore comes jogging out behind him with his hands up and stands besides Rob. }

Alison Valance: On his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, he is the BLOOD SOAKED CINDERELLA OF PRO WRESTLING!!! ROB DIAMOND!!!! And his tag team partner… JAMES GILMORE!!!! THEY ARE BEING INFAMOUS!!!!

{ Rob looks out into the crowd with a shit eating grin on his face before marching down toward the ring with Gilmore besides him. He runs up the steps and hops right into the ring doing another little spin before running up to the ropes, putting one foot on the second rope and throwing up the metal horns nodding his head as James runs into the ring and hops up next to Rob. Rob spins off the ropes and falls back into one of the corners of the ring, kicking up his legs to rest on the second rope and looks quite relaxed as James bobs from side to side loosening up. }

Vasco Dias: I’m really starting to come around on Being InFamous.

Terri Morasco: About time you jumped on the bandwagon.

Vasco Dias: That being said the Clergy is going to devour these guys.

{ “Burn in Hell” by Dimmu Borgir hits the PA as the Clergy make their way to the ring shrouded in darkness with a lone spot light lighting their way. }

Vasco Dias: The Clergy have been on a tear in the tag team division.

Terri Morasco: That they have and if the competition stays this high it’ll only be a matter of time before we have a championship for tag team wrestling.

{ Oracle is starting things off for the Clergy as is Rob for Being InFamous. }

Terri Morasco: This is the first time these two are meeting up in the ring!

Vasco Dias: I hope Rob wore his brown pants.

{ The referee calls for the bell and Oracle runs in looking for a boot but Rob ducks it and connects with a quick jab followed up by THE FIRST MOVE OF A DOOM! A Hip toss that leads straight into a Five Knuckle Shuffle! Rob pops up and tags in Gilmore who sling shots himself into the ring with a diving head butt and a cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Being InFamous almost stole this one right out of the gate.

Terri Morasco: Rob and Gilmore are a better team than they get credit for.

{ Gilmore pops off of Oracle and runs across the ring hitting the ropes. Oracle works his way back up to his feet and Gilmore connects with a big time spear and moves right into mounted punches! Gilmore jumps off Oracle and tags in Rob, the two of them come in and pull Oracle up into the the Two man WMDDT! Rob goes for the cover as Gilmore goes out to the apron. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Another double team effort met with a kickout.

Terri Morasco: I’m shocked by the amount of offense they’ve managed to land on Oracle.

Vasco Dias: He was caught off guard from the opening bell.

{ Rob waits for the Oracle to stand and then hits him with the SECOND MOVE OF DOOM! The Fist Full of Democracy Back fist! Rob goes right into the THIRD MOVE OF A DOOM! An Atomic drop that leads right into a lunging clothesline. Rob then tags in Gilmore. Rob splits the legs of Oracle back and James comes off the top rope with the ONE EYED JIMMY diving headbutt to the crotch of Oracle! James goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! Uriel breaks it up this time! }

Vasco Dias: Uriel bailed out his partner.

Terri Morasco: Smart move because this may have been all over just then.

{ James is up and demanding the referee handle Uriel Black who is slowly backing off. The Oracle slowly rises but Jimmy sees him in the corner of his one good eye and hits him with a spinning heel kick! Oracle turns and Jimmy leaps up and hits the Oracle with the SHELLSHOCKER!!! James goes for the cover again. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }

Terri Morasco: Oracle just barely kicked out.

Vasco Dias: That was nearly a three count!

{ James drags Oracle back to Rob and hits the tag. Uriel comes barreling across the ring with a running big boot to the back of James’ head that sends him face first out of the ring. Rob charges in but the referee backs Uriel off. }

Vasco Dias: Uriel creating some space for his partner.

Terri Morasco: Smart move.

{ Oracle is up and Rob turns looking for a Diamond Cutter but Oracle throws him off and leaps to Uriel for the tag. Black charges into the ring and shoulder blocks Rob. Diamond bounces back up and walks right into PRIDES PENANCE! Uriel pulls Rob up to his feet and connects with DELIVERENCE! Uriel pulls Rob up one more time and hits THE FINAL SACRAMENT!!! Diamond is down and Uriel covers. ONE! Gilmore is up. TWO! James dives into the ring. THREE!!!! But he’s too late to stop the fall. }

Alison Valance: Your winners… THE CLERGY!

{ James checks on Rob as Uriel backs off with a grin. }

Vasco Dias: The Clergy pick up the win tonight.

Terri Morasco: In a surprising turn around too after the beatdown Oracle took.

{ Uriel and Oracle stand on the ramp and then both rush back into the ring and put a beatdown on James Gilmore! }

Terri Morasco: NO!

{ Rob is still down and James is taking the boots. Uriel and Oracle pull Gilmore up and hit him with IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!!!}