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Post by Jess Fowler on Mar 6, 2019 1:05:18 GMT
 Monday Night Sacrifice
March 4th 2019
Stan Sheriff Center, Honolulu, Hawaii
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SINGLES MATCH
Steve Awesome vs Freakke
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{The lights flicker with the music'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.}
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 203 pounds, Freakke the Clown!
Terri Morasco: Welcome to Monday Night Sacrifice! I'm Terri Morasco alongisde Vasco Dias, and we're starting with a veteran presence on the roster, with Freakke the Clown looking to pick up a big win here tonight.
Vasco Dias: You know what would be a real win? Not having to deal with multiple clowns on the same broadcast. Please. I'm begging you, Fowler. Me salve.
{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 his opponent.}
Alison Valance: And his opponent...
{All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting his name.}
"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!"
{Dramatic Pause.}
"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
{The lights in the arena explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.}
Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her wont you tell her for me/
It's better this way to avoid all the misery
Alison Valance: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 238 pounds, he is the Face of the Franchise, Steve Awesome!
Terri Morasco: The biggest waste of a child's wish I can think of was bringing back Steve Awesome. He's an unfaithful jackass, and I hope he gets what's coming to him.
Vasco Dias: Terri, if Zelda Knite offers herself to you in a hotel room, you don't say no. Steve Awesome was doing what he's done for his entire career: play the field. It's not his fault that he's more man than any one woman can handle.
Terri Morasco: I loathe you so much right now, Vasco. So much.
{The chorus plays again as Steve walks down to the ring. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.}
Terri Morasco: Two experienced hands locking up here to kick us off, and here we go!
{The bell rings, and both men circle, Steve raising his hand to signal a knuckle-lock. Freakke reaches up, only for Steve to duck down and strut past, running a hand through his hair. He smirks, flicking his hand at Freakke dismissively, who just shrugs, beginning to circle again. They shoot in for a lock-up, and this time it's Freakke that ducks under, casually swatting Steve on the behind as he straightens up. Steve lets out a yelp, glaring at the clown, who sprints right to the turnbuckle and drapes himself across it with a playful grin.}
Terri Morasco: Hard to out-psych a clown, as Steve's learning here.
Vasco Dias: KILL THAT CLOWN!
{Steve charges into the corner, and Freakke quickly pivots, getting his boots into the chest of the Detroit native before shoving him back. Steve rolls back to his feet, and Freakke charges in, delivering a flying cross chop that drops Awesome! Steve hits the mat hard, bouncing up, and Freakke meets him with a beautiful snapping dropkick that sends Steve back down again. Steve stumbles up, and Freakke whips him over with an arm drag! Freakke poses for the crowd, and Steve stumbles to his feet, glaring daggers at Freakke.}
Terri Morasco: Lots of showboating here from the clown, and Steve Awesome does NOT look happy!
Vasco Dias: If looks could kill, my wish would have been granted.
{As Freakke turns around, Steve nails him in the nose with a right hand! However, instead of the usual thud of impact, the blow insteads produces a loud squeak, startling Steve. Freakke grins ear-to-ear, and Steve shrugs after a moment, drilling Freakke between the eyes! This blow drops him to the mat, and Steve straddles Freakke, hammering him with right hands before the referee pulls him off! Steve struts again, shouting at Freakke on the mat before hitting the ropes and coming off with a big knee drop! Steve presses the knee into Freakke's chest, covering!
ONE! KICKOUT!}
Terri Morasco: Casual cover, casual kickout. Steve can't have thought that was enough.
Vasco Dias: What are you talking about?! That blow would have shattered the face of a lesser man!
{Steve immediately snares a chinlock on Freakke, talking even more trash. He grinds on the hold, Freakke struggling to a kneeling position, and Steve briefly breaks the hold to clock Freakke in the temple before resecuring it with a sneer. Freakke gets his feet underneath him, powering up to a standing position. Steve bears down again with his weight, but Freakke uses the slight opening to slip free, winking to the crowd and lunging forward to snare his own headlock on Steve. Steve scrambles against the hold, trying to free himself, and guts up for a moment to try and lift Freakke for a back suplex! No! Freakke flips through, landing on his feet, and jumps into another headlock with a grin.}
Terri Morasco: Amazing acrobatic displays by Freakke here, and Steve Awesome seems like he's in a bit of trouble here.
Vasco Dias: Historical success will win out, just you watch.
{Steve struggles again, backing Freakke up to the ropes and shooting him off. Freakke goes for a shoulder tackle, but Steve stands firm, the smaller man bouncing off and hitting the mat. Steve hits the ropes, Freakke dropping down, and when he rebounds Freakke goes to leapfrog. Steve pulls himself up short, leaving Freakke staring right at Steve. Steve delivers a big slap to the clown, sending him spinning, and matches it with one to the opposite cheek, arresting Freakke's momentum. Steve smirks again, delivering a light, condescending swat to Freakke's groin...only to draw the same squeaking noise as his earlier punch?! Steve takes a step back, face a mask of horror, and Freakke winks at Steve before swinging and drilling him with a huge SPINNING HEEL KICK! Steve hits the mat hard! Cover!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}
Terri Morasco: Wha...what in the world...
Vasco Dias: That just is not right.
{Freakke drags Steve up to his feet, and Steve lashes out with a vicious knee lift, doubling Freakke over. He hammers him with a second, a third, dropping Freakke to a knee, before hitting the ropes and looking for a Shining Wizard! NO! Freakke pops up and leaps into an enzuigiri, dropping Steve parallel to one corner! Freakke clambers to the ropes, holding his midsection with one arm, and climbs the turnbuckles gingerly, wincing as he does so. As he reaches the summit, he looks around, signaling for the BIG TOP DROP!}
Terri Morasco: If Freakke hits this, that's got to be all she wrote!
Vasco Dias: Let this miscarriage of justice not go unanswered! Gods have pity on a poor sinner! Steve Awesome doesn't deserve this!
{Steve manages to surge back to his feet, though, climbing up and grabbing Freakke's arm. He yanks once, twice, but Freakke grips the rope with his free hand to maintain his balance. Steve grits his teeth and yanks again with both arms, sending himself toppling back...holding a hand in his grip! A trail of streamers fly from Freakke's sleeve where the hand detached, and the clown looks at the "stump" before shrugging and shaking his arm, revealing a fully-functional hand! Steve gets to his feet, staring at the detached hand in bafflement, and looks up JUST IN TIME TO BE NAILED BY A MISSILE DROPKICK! Freakke hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT AGAIN!}
Terri Morasco: I have no idea what's going on anymore.
Vasco Dias: That fool! That's a tripping hazard!
{Freakke rolls back on his knees, looking around with a frown on his face. He backs up, clapping to get the crowd into it, and measures Steve as he rises, charging and hooking his head to swing into the SMILEDRIVER!
NO! Steve arrests his momentum carefully, throwing him off and lashing out with the JAWBREAKER! Freakke lands on rubber legs, stumbling, and Steve doubles up again and delivers another Jawbreaker, knocking Freakke onto his back. Steve goes for the cover!
ONE! FEET ON THE ROPES! TWO! THREE! Freakke kicks out a half-second too late, quickly protesting his case to the referee as "Full of Regret" plays over the PA.}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Steve Awesome!
Terri Morasco: That cheating bastard! Steve Awesome weasels his way into another victory!
Vasco Dias: It's not cheating if you don't get caught, and did you really want the sculpted vision of perfection that is Steve Awesome losing to that painted loon, did you?
Terri Morasco: Regardless of the circumstances, Infamous in the win column here to kick off Sacrifice, can they bookend tonight with victories? We'll find out!
{Steve climbs the second turnbuckle, posing with a smirk of triumph as Freakke continues to argue with the referee, clearly irate.}
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SEGMENT
Vivienne Rodgers makes a challenge for high stakes
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{The camera comes in to Vivienne Rodgers standing in the ring with a mic in her hand.}
Vivienne Rodgers: You know… last week, I did something that a lot of women have done in the last year. Last week I fought Rowan MacDonnough. I threw everything I had at Rowan MacDonnough. I unleashed every inch of strength I had at Rowan MacDonnough. But there’s won thing that I did last night that not a lot of people have been able to say in the last year: last week… I BEAT Rowan MacDonnough.
{Vivienne pauses as the crowd reacts.}
Vivienne Rodgers: I won that match… and yet I didn’t win the Women’s World Championship.
{She shakes her head as the crowd boos.}
Vivienne Rodgers: I know she has every reason to deny me a rematch. She has no reason to want to give me the chance. Last week was the closest I’ve come to getting the belt I’ve been trying for since Lineage last year. So…
{Vivienne takes a breath.}
Vivienne Rodgers: I have to make it worth your while right? It has to entice you? Well fine, then. If that’s what it takes… then I challenge you to face me, one on one at High Stakes… in an Abyss Match.
{The crowd gasps, remembering well the raw brutality of the match in question… but in answer, before she can hear their cries to take it back, Trip the Darkness begins to play as Rowan stalks out onto the ramp.}
Vasco Dias: Vivienne Rodgers has lost her mind! An Abyss Match? There’s no way!
Terri Morasco: Rowan MacDonnough lost to Shea O’Hara in an Abyss Match, if you’ll recall, and Rowan did lose last week… I don’t know, Vivienne knows what she’s doing.
Vasco Dias: What she’s doing is playing right into Rowan’s hands.
{Rowan arrives at ringside, never breaking eye contact with Vivienne as she slips through the ropes and walks up to smiling young woman. She wrenches the mic from Vivienne’s hands and raises it to her mask.}
Rowan MacDonnough: … Bold, Rodgers. Too bold. Were you anyone else, I would not hesitate to end your life in such an arena.
{Vivienne spreads her arms wide, smiling and beckoning Rowan to bring it on. Rowan, however, continues.}
Rowan MacDonnough: … But. I made a promise to the newest member of my family to ensure that, no matter what happens, you live. And so… despite all of this… I will keep that oath, as I do all others. I will meet you in the Abyss, Vivienne Rodgers. I will fight you. I will unleash Hell against you. But you have my word… that you will live.
{She extends a hand towards Vivienne, who regards it for a few seconds before hesitantly taking it. Rowan pumps once to seal the match. However, when Vivienne moves to pull away, Rowan’s eyes flash with malice as she pulls Vivienne sharply close to her.}
Rowan MacDonnough: … Barely.
{The lights go black, and when they return Vivienne is standing alone in the ring, surrounded by a haze of red smoke.}
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SINGLES MATCH
James Gilmore vs Mr. Happy
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{ As we see Mr. Happy in the ring, 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 the bell to ring. While he does so, he strips off the shirt he was wearing, revealing another T-shirt featuring Fiona McFly’s likeness on the front--which serves as a friendly reminder of whom he’s fighting for as... }
[DING!]
{ ...the bell rings. As if on cue, the two brawlers begin trading punches with each other, backing each other into opposing corners for the first two minutes. Eventually, Happy winds up hitting Gilmore with a big boot to the face after sending the latter for the ride; the Islander alum gets dragged into the corner, hit with a pair of knees, then plastered to the deck with a side slam that gives the Detroit native a two-count. }
Vasco Dias: Gilmore’s lookin’ a bit jet-lagged.
Terri Morasco: Why shouldn’t he be?! When you tour halfway around the world, that’s usually the end result.
{ But something clicks in James Gilmore’s mind, because he gets in a few good shots on Mr. Happy, starting with a series of martial arts kicks to the latter’s ribs and jaw that send him reeling to the strands. After shooting him into the ropes, the ex-grad connects flush on the clown’s jaw with a pair of dropkicks, followed up by a split-legged moonsault--a rarity given his style--before applying a high knee drop to Happy’s ribs that gives Gilmore a two-count of his own. }
Terri Morasco: Welp, so much for your theory on jet lag...
Vasco Dias: As much crap as Gilmore gets, I’ll give him credit where it’s due…
Terri Morasco: Oh, really!?!
{ Gilmore grabs Happy’s left arm and proceeds to lock him into a single armbar. }
Vasco Dias: Yeah...after he shows off his “Welcome Aboard!” weenie tattoo!!
Terri Morasco: OH, WILL YOU STOP!?!
Vasco Dias: Bwaaaahahahahaaa--(Terri smacks Vasco in the head with her hand viciously)--OWWW!!!!
{ As the referee checks for a submission, Mr. Happy is doing all he can to fight and squirm his way out of the pickle; eventually he makes it to the bottom rope, which forces James to break the hold. Gilmore does as instructed before pulling Happy to a vertical base, but Happy blocks his opponent’s punches and counters with some fists of his own. After several headbutts that send him reeling, Happy is able to use his size advantage to spike Gilmore with a double-arm DDT before going for the cover… }
1…!
2….!!
THREEEOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
{ James gets the shoulder up, much to his growing fanbase’s delight. Happy shakes his head and musters a slight facepalm as he ponders his next set of moves. Unfortunately, the Islander alum doesn’t give the Motown native time to think and trucks him with a spear! Gilmore starts throwing a flurry of rights and lefts as he’s become fully energized; eventually, he sends Happy down to the mat with a powerful Samoan drop! He then proceeds to climb up to the top rope--another rare choice--and connects with a high frog splash before going for the pin… }
1…!
2…!!
THREE...YEAH--AWWWWWW…!!!
Terri Morasco: Happy’s still got some fight left!
Vasco Dias: Yeah, yeah...ya say that all the time.
{ Now it’s Gilmore’s turn to shake his head in disbelief as the man in stripes holds up two fingers! Yet his dogged determination never falters for a second as he yanks Mr. Happy to his feet, ready to deliver the finishing blow. Much to his surprise, however, Happy plants Gilmore to the mat with a scoop slam before climbing up to the top rope… }
Terri Morasco: This could be it!
{ ...but his attempted shooting star press fails when Happy winds up landing on a pair of Gilmore’s raised knees! The Islander alum doesn’t waste any more time and sends Mr. Happy flying--thanks to his patented SHELLSHOCKER backwards hurracanrana--before going for the pin! }
1…!
2…!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
{ The aptly titled “Shellshocked” begins playing as James Gilmore celebrates his victory. }
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SEGMENT
Xavier Cross is asked about the ending to his match
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{We open backstage, where Xavier Cross sits alone at a catering table, using a pocket knife he cuts into an expensive cut of steak, of course, a world champion would eat nothing but less. Looking up, Xavier sees the camera, as he chews a mouthful of delicious rare steak. Giving the camera wink, he holds his hand out, to another full plate, where the Red Cap helm sits, a fork and knife next to it. We pan back to Xavier, as he shakes his head, still chewing, as he points over to a third side of the table, where we see the Men’s World Championship, in front of a plate full of food as well. Xavier clears he throat, before dabbing his lips with a napkin.}
Xavier Cross: “You all want to know why, you keep asking me questions over and over, why this, why that. Why not?”
{He carefully cuts at the orgasmic meat, eyes transfixed on the camera the entire time.}
Xavier Cross: “I made a promise didn’t I? That I would hurt Raine, and what did I do? I put his career in Jeopardy. Can we take another look at that, aye, truck, pull up a replay!”
{The screen slides to the left, as the right portion of the screen shows Xavier Cross, slamming Devlin Raine in the back of the head.}
Xavier Cross: “Now slow it down, nice and slow..”
{The video slows down as ordered, we see the vicious impact of Cross’s knee hitting Devlin’s skull, before bouncing off the ring post.}
Xavier Cross: “Now, do it fast!”
{The same clip plays once more, this time in a vicious speed run.}
Xavier Cross: “Now, add some Benny Hill music…}
{The Benny Hill music plays, as Xavier’s knee repeatedly strikes Devlin in the side of the head, as the champ begins to clap joyfully.}
Xavier Cross: “Beautiful, beautiful. The Dragon Slayer is slain, and now I look forward to.. to...finishing this delicious meal with my title, and my dear friend Red Cap. Red Cap, do you think Devlin was a fool for even entering that ring with me?”
{Cross lifts the helm up, forcing it to nod.}
Xavier Cross: “Let Devlin Raine’s sacrifice not go in vain. I will purge this men’s division of the weakness. This gross misuse of talent, and general apathy that floats about. I look forward to the next victim to step out of the Roulette, thinking that maybe, just maybe they have a chance to dethrone me...but I’ll let you in on a little secret folks…”
{Xavier motions for the camera to come forward, as he reaches over grabbing his belt, we clearly see the dried blood of Devlin still covering parts of the gold.}
Xavier Cross: “I have a taste for blood, and I will not be satisfied. I’m the shark swimming in a pond of koi, and I will not be coy, see what I did there, I will destroy any fool who seeks to prove something.”
{Shoving the camera back, Xavier turns back to his meal. Bowing his head.}
Xavier Cross: “In Rowan’s name we pray…”
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SINGLES MATCH
Dawn Halliwell vs Helena Sawyer
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring – from Salem, Massachusetts – weighing in at 125 pounds: The Iron Maiden, DAWN HALLIWELL!
{Lights dim as the opening riffs to Shoot to Thrill hit, and flashes of white light begin to pulse along with the music as it picks up pace. The stage fills with dry ice as Dawn steps out from backstage, smiling manically and rocking out to the music. She points to the crowd and tries to get them pumped up. When the chorus hits, she raises her fists in the air as she lets out a shout of excitement punctuated by a blast of simple white pyro around her. She holds that pose until the second iteration of "Shoot to Thrill" in the chorus, at which point she charges into the ring and slides in, spinning with the momentum to her feet as she urges the crowd to get to their feet and rock along with her. After a few moments she will settle into her corner.}
Terri Morasco: Is it just me, Vasco, or does Dawn seem even cockier than usual?
Vasco Dias: Well, she did seem to have a particularly dangerous guardian… I hesitate to say angel… watching over her shoulder in her last match. With someone like Eternity watching your back, what is there to be afraid of?
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{The lights dim, and a series of twinkling blue lights begin to shine at the mouth of the entrance ramp as the intro of “Blue” 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.}
Alison Valance: From Amityville, New York – weighing in at 151 pounds: The Daughter of Misery, HELENA SAWYER!!!
Vasco Dias: She looks PISSED.
Terri Morasco: Well, Dawn once again belittled her for taking personal time away from the company, which we know is a personal red button for Sawyer. Dawn has always had a way of getting under people’s skin, but if the look on Helena’s face is any indication she might be about to pay for those words…
DING!!!
{As the bell rings, Helena licks her lips in anticipation, her eyes wide and wild as she crouches down to square off against the Iron Maiden, tilting her head to the side as she leers at the daughter of the Blood God. Dawn, however, looks absolutely unimpressed, and actually has the gall to laugh in Helena’s face. The leer transforms sharply into a loathful snarl as Helena moves forward, lashing out with closed fists with a clear intent for the blows to draw blood. Dawn barely manages to block the attacks, backed quickly into the ropes… but instead of starting to take the match seriously, she continues to laugh at Helena, shouting expletives and insults in the face of the Daughter of Misery.}
Terri Morasco: Dawn, honey, what the hell are you doing?
Vasco Dias: Maybe she’s hoping Helena will get too reckless and make a fatal error?
{Dawn slaps Helena across the face, sticking out her tongue and making a derogatory comment about her girlfriend.}
Vasco Dias: … Nope, she’s decided that being alive is no longer desirable.
{Helena absolutely loses it, launching herself at Dawn in a savage and infuriated frenzy, striking her with knees to the gut, fists to the face, followed by a side slam backbreaker. Dawn’s defenses collapse under the barrage, and the Iron Maiden finds herself in the corner as Helena roars, tearing into her with repeated knee strikes that leave Dawn with a busted lip and a bleeding nose. As the beatdown worsens, Dawn shifts her focus, looking towards the entrance ramp.}
Terri Morasco: … No.
Vasco Dias: What?
Terri Morasco: I think I know her game. I knew Dawn was a little self destructive, but this…
{Dawn struggles to keep her focus on the ramp as Helena continues to maul her like a particularly unhinged bear, clearly waiting for something to happen… but as the moments wear on with the beatdown not letting up, a grim and horrified realization sets into Dawn’s eyes.}
Terri Morasco: She thought Eternity would save her again. She really thought she could rely on that.
Vasco Dias: You’re kidding me. She pissed off one of the most dangerous and deranged women in the business just in hopes to get answers from someone who’s… possibly even MORE dangerous and deranged?!
Terri Morasco: She thought she could predict the unpredictable. But that’s not how Eternity works.
{Dawn desperately tries to scramble back, holding out her hands and trying to calm Helena down… but the rage is too set in for Helena to simply stop the onslaught now. She grabs Dawn by the hair and hauls her up, shouting in her face “NOBODY IS COMING TO BAIL YOU OUT THIS TIME!” before ripping her into a Ripcord ATHAME! Dawn staggers and nearly falls, but Helena catches her first and rips her into the EMBRACE OF MADNESS! Dawn is in the middle of the ring, and quickly realizes that she has no strength to even try to escape the hold. After only a few seconds of struggling, Dawn taps!}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner… HELENA SAWYER!!
Vasco Dias: That… was a prison beating.
Terri Morasco: Dawn certainly paid the price for enraging the unstable force that is the Daughter of Misery. I almost feel sorry for how severely this didn’t go her way.
Vasco Dias: Maybe this will teach her not to play with fire.
Terri Morasco: She’s a Kane, Vasco. No way in hell.
{Helena storms out of the ring, still seething as medical personnel tend to Dawn as Blue by Birthday Massacre plays over the PA. Dawn glares up at the Imperatron, eyes wild with anger and frustration as the show cuts to commercial.}
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SEGMENT
Uriel Black demands answers
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{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.}
Terri Morasco: Oh no. What's he out here for?
Vasco Dias: Nothing good, knowing him.
{Uriel stalks around the ring like a caged animal, breathing heavily as anger as he flexes his shoulders impatiently. However, after a few moments, he offers a grim smile as he raises the mic to his lips.}
Uriel Black: Oni. Oni, Oni, Oni. I am... sick... and TIRED... of this sodding ONI acting like he can step into MY face, interfere with MY matches, and get his nose involved in MY feud. He's a coward... he's a cheat... and I am DONE with his games."
{He stops in the middle of the ring, cracking his neck and looking dead into the hard camera.}
Uriel Black: Oni. You put on the demon's mask, but we all kjnow there's a man deep down, no matter what you wear on your head to elevate yourself. So... how's the wife?"
Terri Morasco: What?
Vasco Dias: He's figured it out! He's referring to Sin, Nighthawk's wife!
{Terri is about to say something, but Pledge of Demon plays as Oni appears at the top of the ramp. He walks slowly down to the ring, pacing a little before slipping almost hesitantly through the ropes. He says nothing, but he walks up to Uriel with his hands out as though imploring the Scotsman to calm down. Uriel, however, declines to do so and kicks hm hard in the gut, doubling him over. He grabs Oni around the neck and puts a hand on the mask.}
Uriel Black: No escape this time, little man. Ladies and gentlemen... I give you ONI!
{He wrenches the mask off... revealing a caucasian man in his mid forties who has never been seen on IWF TV. Uriel stares at him, blinks, tilting his head to the side.}
Uriel Black: ... Who the bloody hell are you?
{The man shrugs.}
Uriel Black: I... no. No no. No, I had it figured out! There's... there's no bloody way that Oni is just some... middle management looking NOBODY! Answer me! Who the Bloody Hell ARE YOU??!
{The man holds up a finger to indicate that Uriel should wait a minute as he opens his jacket and begins unbuttoning his dress shirt... revealing a T-Shirt underneath that reads, in large white lettering...
... NOT ACTUALLY ONI.}
Terri Morasco: Uh.
Vasco Dias: TRAP!
{As Vasco says the word, another man in the Oni mask leaps over the ropes behind Uriel Black and, with a fist reinforced by a set of silvered brass knuckles, delivers a MASSIVE uppercut directy into Uriel's groin! The false Oni flees the ring as the newcomer paces around Uriel, who has collapsed to the ground in agony... before picking up Uriel's mic, shrugging, and taking off his mask...}
Terri Morasco: IT'S ETHAN KING!
Vasco Dias: Shamelessly trying to steal Nighthawk's glory!
Terri Morasco: Are you REALLY that dense??!
{Ethan soaks in the reaction from the crowd as he kneels over Uriel, lifting his chin to look the man in the eye.}
Ethan King: That's for the leg, you Haggis Swilling son of a bitch.
{The crowd cheers at the words. Uriel starts trying to rise to his feet, but Ethan quickly slips out of reach and rolls out to the ramp.}
Ethan King: All good things must come to an end, but I have to say it's good to finally cast aside the facade. You wanted me? Well you've GOT me. You and me, Uriel. Next week. No masks. No more pretending. And when its all over, little man... it'll be just one more Scotting Miscreant being crushed under the bootheel... of his rightful... KING.
{Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold hits as Ethan drops the mic to the floor, giving the crowd his slimiest grin as he gives Uriel a wink and a thumbs up. Uriel has by now gotten back to his feet and is leaning, winded and clutching his groin, against the ropes as he watches Ethan go. Ethan flips the thumbs up into a middle finger before vanishing backstage, leaving Uriel alone as we cut to commercial.}
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SINGLES MATCH
Rob Diamond vs Dean Harper
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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. }
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!!!!
{ Rob looks out into the crowd with a shit eating grin on his face before marching down toward the ring. 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. He 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. }
Terri Morasco: Rob Diamond has been on a real tear since returning to IWF.
Vasco Dias: A tear that may be headed into a brick wall once he steps into the ring with Dean Harper for the first time.
Terri Morasco: They fought at the Spike Kane OFN memorial show.
Vasco Dias: That was gritty reboot Rob Diamond, no original recipe Rob Diamond.
Terri Morasco: Oh god...
{Lights go to black, leaving the arena in dark silence for a few moments before the dark, rhythmic pulses of the beginning of Hand that Feeds by Nine Inch Nails begins to surge through the arena. Lights flash randomly through the arena, and soon flashes of some of the most savage moments of Dean's career flash in flickering effect on the 'tron. Finally, a single white spotlight shines down in the center of the stage, where Dean is crouching as he shifts side to side along with the music, hoodie and leather jacket open to show a bare chest underneath. He smiles up at the camera, eyes alight with a savage mania before he leaps to his feet, the motion bringing a massive flash as every light in the arena flares. He holds that position for a few moments, fist raised in the air before sprinting down to ringside. He leaps up onto the Apron, vaulting over the top rope and flipping into a roll that carries him to the opposite side of the ring, where he catches himself in the ropes and lounges amongst them almost casually, bobbing his head along with the music. With the help of the ropes, he shrugs off the hoodie and jacket before sliding back into the ring, tossing the removed clothing into the crowd. He takes a slow turn, arms wide as he takes in the reaction from the crowd, before cracking his neck and settling into his corner.}
Terri Morasco: One man who seems subscribe to the three Rob’s theory is Dean Harper, a former World Champion, current StrongStyle Champion and a world beater if there ever was one.
Vasco Dias: Dean has risen to become one of the pillars of IWF among the likes of Roberto Verona, Angel Blake and Spike Kane. Rob has his work cut out for him no matter which Rob it is facing Dean.
{ Dean smirks across the ring at Rob who politely blows him a kiss. }
Vasco Dias: I can’t tell if there’s animosity or sexual tension here.
Terri Morasco: I’m thinking a little bit of both.
{ The referee calls for the bell and these two charge right for each other but they both stop mere inches away. Rob smirks and puckers up. Dean laughs and then boom! KISS! }
Terri Morasco: What the!?
{ Rob blushes and then socks Deano right in the face with a right hand. Harper responds in kind with an elbow shot to the side of the head. The two of them move right into a slug fest as the referee is watching for any closed fists. }
Vasco Dias: I guess they wanted to break the ice?
Terri Morasco: I don’t if either man was expecting that to happen. Hell I wasn’t.
Vasco Dias: You need to have an open mind Terri, it’s 2019!
{ Dean catches Rob with a good shot that backs him off. Dean moves in quick and hits a snap belly to belly suplex on Diamond. Rob pops right back up to his feet and Dean comes off the ropes with a Sling Blade! }
Vasco Dias: Harper is using that speed!
Terri Morasco: He’s got Rob a little off base here.
{ Rob is back up and Dean comes off the ropes again but Diamond catches him with an Atomic drop and goes right in for the lunging clothesline. }
Vasco Dias: A MOVE OF DOOM!
Terri Morasco: Will you let it go!?
Vasco Dias: Never!
{ Rob is ready for Deano as Harper stands and grabs him for a big time hip toss. Rob brushes his shoulder off and goes for the Five Knuckle Shuffle but Dean moves and Rob punches the mat. }
Vasco Dias: A miss on the second move of doom!
{ Harper is up and so is Rob, Dean runs past Rob to spring board off the ropes for the UP IS DOWN DDT! Harper hooks the legs of Rob for a ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: Diamond able to kick out after that impressive ddt.
Terri Morasco: Harper is all reckless finesse.
{ Dean is loving this, he goes to mount Diamond but Rob manages to roll Dean up for a quick one count. Both men get to their feet and Rob cracks Dean with the Fist Full of Democracy backfist! Dean staggers and Rob hits the ropes and comes back with a big SPEAR! Diamond makes a cover, drilling his elbow into the jaw of Dean. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: A backfist and a spear by Diamond but Harper is still in it.
Terri Morasco: Dean has been to the top of the mountain, he’s a reigning champion, Rob has his work cut out for him tonight.
{ Rob springs back to his feet and is begging Dean to stand up. Harper pulls himself up on the ropes. Rob runs in but Dean drops the shoulder and back drops Rob onto the apron. Diamond lands on his feet, Dean cracks Rob with an elbow shot to the side of the head. Dean runs across the ring and hits the ropes, Harper comes back and uses the ropes to sunset flip over Rob and POWER BOMB HIM OFF THE APRON!!!! }
Vasco Dias: DESCENT INTO HELLLLLL!!!!!!!!
Terri Morasco: What a huge move by Dean Harper!
Vasco Dias: Rob is going to be feeling that impact for a long time.
{ Dean pulls Rob up off the padded arena floor and throws him back first into the crowd barrier. Dean puts the boots to Rob as he lays on the ground. Dean climbs up onto the apron and walks to the far side as Rob is slumped against the barrier. Dean runs down the apron and leaps off for a DIVING DOUBLE KNEE FACEBUSTER JUST AS ROB STANDS!!! }
Vasco Dias: ABADDONS KISS!!!!
Terri Morasco: Harper is laying it on thick here tonight!
Vasco Dias: Dean wants to bring home another win for the Pack!
{ Harper pulls Diamond up off the floor and rolls him back into the ring. Dean quickly makes a cover and it’s ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: Rob just got the shoulder up!
Terri Morasco: This was a fraction of a second away from being over!
{ Dean takes a fist full of Rob’s hair and pulls him back up to his feet. Dean whispers something in his ear and then gives Rob a peck on the cheek. }
Vasco Dias: Dean is toying with him now.
{ Rob suddenly snaps back to life and cracks Dean again with a backfist and then pulls him right in for the Dominicus Driver! }
Terri Morasco: Double underhook piledriver!
{ Rob pulls Dean back to his feet, forgoing the pin and throws Harper into the ropes. Harper bounces off and right into the BIG BOOT!!! Rob points to the crowd and puts his hand to his ear as they pop and then runs to the ropes, he gets the bounce and comes back for an ATOMIC LEG DROP ON HARPER!!!! }
Vasco Dias: Atomic leg drop!
{ Rob goes for a pin but Dean kicks right out at two. }
Terri Morasco: Harper kicked out with defiance.
Vasco Dias: Dean showing how bad he wants this win tonight.
{ Rob pulls Dean up to his feet and this time it’s Rob who plants a kiss on Dean and then whips him hard into the turnbuckles! Dean slumps down on his butt and Rob looks excited. Rob holds up his arms and then CROTCH CHOP! As the crowd yells SUCK IT! Rob runs in and hits a prolonged Bronco Buster on Dean Harper in the corner!!! }
Vasco Dias: Rob’s really… Rubbing it in.
Terri Morasco: Do not start a Blue Chew ad read.
Vasco Dias: I would never!
{ Rob gets off Dean and starts to jump up and down as he waits for Harper to stand. Dean starts to pull himself up. Rob comes in looking for the Diamond Cutter but Dean pushes Rob off and runs in for a step enzugiri! }
Terri Morasco: He stuffed the cutter!
{ Dean connects with several hard knee strikes to the gut and then grabs Rob for a big time SHOW OF DEVOTION!!! }
Vasco Dias: The show of devotion is a thing of beauty.
Terri Morasco: It could be the thing that ends this match.
{ Harper makes a cover and we get ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: Rob got the shoulder up!
{ Harper pulls Rob right up to his feet and Diamond grabs him with a hip toss and a quick Five Knuckle Shuffle! }
Vasco Dias: Rob hit the knuckle shuffle!
{ Diamond stands up and his ready to put Dean away. Harper comes off the mat and Rob leaps for another Diamond Cutter but Dean spots it and hits a leaping knee to the back of Diamond’s head!!! }
Terri Morasco: Dean spotted the cutter a mile away!
{ Dean quickly goes to the top rope as Rob starts to move. Harper comes off the top with- }
Vasco Dias: SCREAMING FROM THE SKY!!!!
{ Dean hooks both Rob’s legs. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! }
Terri Morasco: Dean picked up the win but it was close. Rob very nearly had him.
Vasco Dias: It was close Terri. I could watch these two battle forever.
{ Harper quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair as Cross and Lockwood make their way to the ring. }
Vasco Dias: It looks like the Pack want to make an example of Rob Diamond.
Terri Morasco: Well Rob and James did declare war on the Pack basically.
Vasco Dias: He may not live to regret that decision.
{ Rob is just getting up as Dean, Xavier and Caleb stand on the apron of the ring. Dean says “Sorry lover” as he goes to step back into the ring but then James Gilmore comes running out from the back along with Steve Awesome!!! }
Vasco Dias: Being InFamous for the save!
{ Both men slide in past the Pack and stand with Rob. }
Terri Morasco: Got ourselves a little stand off here.
{ Dean, Xavier and Caleb back off and jump down from the apron as James gets a mic. }
James Gilmore: Ya’ll wanna piece of Being InFamous!? Ya got it! Two weeks from tanight!
{ Dean and the others smile and nod. }
Steve Awesome: An listen! I may be an asshole but I’m not gonna let a bunch of demons turn my body into their prison wife!
Rob Diamond: And if ya ain’t down with that we’ve only got two word for ya!
{ Rob throws the mic up as the crowd yells “SUCK IT!!! }
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Well howdy there pardner.