Monday Night Sacrifice
April 1st 2019U.S. Cellular Center - Cedar Rapids, Iowa------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Ellijah Lassiter vs Ducky
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Alison Valance: The Following Match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Morasco: This is an exciting match for everyone involved! We have two fresh faces opening up the first Sacrifice after High Stakes.
Vasco Dias: One of which is just debuting.
Terri Morasco: Iâm excited to see what these two bring to the table, if I am honest.
Vasco Dias: It will certainly be something.
{ âFight for your rightâ comes on, Ducky jumps out, DABS for the crowd and runs into the ring}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring, from Glen Clove, New York weighing in at 223 pounds and standing at 6â1âââŚ. DUCKY TOMLINSON!
Terri Morasco: Ducky has been fairly popular on our developmental division.
Vasco Dias: He runs a youtube channel. I guess itâs better then tiktok but not by a whole lot.
{ The Beat of âdonât get in my wayâ starts to ring around the arena a spot light focusing on the entryway as Elijah stalks out to drop to one knee and touch the floor with one hand and bouncing up to this feet as the song kicks in proper walking around the ring a hand touching the canvas before he hops up, wipes his feet and vaults the top roe to land in the middle in a couch standing up to kiss his wrist and salute the crowd.}
Alison Valance: Next down to the ring from San Francisco, California weiging in at 225 pounds and standing at 6â4âââŚâŚ ELIJAH LASSITER!
Terri Morasco: Another promising talent from the developmental division.
Vasco Dias: He started out in basketball but has certainly built himself a following here at IWF.
{ Ducky and Eli nod to one another and both wave to the crowd that pops.}
Terri Morasco: The crowd here tonight certainly is excited to see these two face off here tonight.
Vasco Dias: Itâs Iowa. What else do they have to entertain themselves? Children of the corn?
{ The bell rings and Eli hits Ducky with a snap suplex. Ducky gets back up and grapples Eli before getting slammed into the corner.}
Terri Morasco: Ouch. That looked painful.
Vasco Dias: Could be worse. Should be worse.
{ The ref makes the two split up. Ducky and Eli smile at one another. Eli chops Ducky, Ducky returns the favor.}
Vasco Dias: Oh good. Chopping.
Terri Morasco: Let them have a little fun.
{Eli hits Ducky with a hip-toss. Ducky rolls slightly before getting back up and hitting Eli with a clothes line. Eli hits Ducky with a euro-step up enzigiri in the corner.}
Vasco Dias: Eli hitting hard here.
{Ducky falls to the mat but pulls himself up and hits Eli with a Reverse Suplex.}
Vasco Dias: Ducky trying to last out here but it doesnât look good.
Terri Morasco: Eli has had the domination here in this match.
{ Eli hits Ducky with a superkick and then smirks.}
Terri Morasco: OhâŚOh my.
Vasco Dias: Keep it together Terri.
{Eli hts Ducky with a Dime Drop.}
Vasco Dias: An impressive move from the new comer.
Terri Morasco: I think we know what that meansâŚ
{ Eli hits Ducky with a AIRWALK!}
Terri Morasco: Thatâs Eliâs finisher!
{Eli goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}
Alison Valance: And your winner by pin fall⌠ELIJAH LASSITER!
{Eli helps Ducky back to his feet. The two shake hands before the ref takes Eliâs hand and raises it as âDonât get in my wayâ plays over the PA.}
Terri Morasco: An impressive first match for his main rooster debut.
Vasco Dias: Letâs see if he can keep this kind of motivation up.
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SINGLES MATCH
Kimberly Jackson vs Candy Kane
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{ The solemn beginning of "Roots" by In This Moment hits the pa with strobe lighting. Once the song kicks into gear Kimberly Jackson steps out through the curtain, throwing some fists before double pumping to some pyro. She struts down the entrance ramp and rolls in under the bottom rope, jumping to her feet and throw a jab/cross combo at the hard camera. }
Vasco Dias: Ladies and gentlemen coming off a successful defense against Astrid Hall we have Kimberly Jackson in action tonight.
Terri Morasco: Kimberly doesnât like taking weeks off and we are seeing that here tonight. Astrid put her through the ringer at High Stakes.
Vasco Dias: Astrid isnât a joke and Kimberly is definitely wearing some battle scars.
Terri Morasco: It makes you wonder if this could be Candy Kaneâs chance to really make a mark in IWF.
{ Candy is already waiting in the ring as the two competitors wait for the bell. }
Terri Morasco: Here we go!
{ The referee calls for the bell and Kimberly circles out of her corner. Candy is watching her closely and moving in the opposite direction. Kimberly suddenly moves in quick and shoots for the leg of Candy Kane and grabs her for a single leg take down. }
Vasco Dias: Kimberly showing off her skills as an amateur wrestler!
Terri Morasco: She definitely knows her way around a ring thanks to Nighthawk.
{ Kimberly goes right for a leg bar with a heel hook but Candy manages to get to the ropes. Candy is back up to her feet but Kimberly drills her with a running forearm shot and starts to unload palm strikes on the unrelated Kane. }
Terri Morasco: Kim went to war last week but you canât tell!
Vasco Dias: Sheâs a fighting champion and itâs showing tonight!
{ Kimberly rips Candy out of the corner with a snapmare and then all the lights in the arena go out. }
Vasco Dias: Oh no.
Terri Morasco: I hope this isnât Eternity!
{ Black is the Soul by Korn hits hard and Angel Blake is shown standing on the ramp as Kimberly looks up at him from the ring. }
Vasco Dias: What is he doing out here!?
Terri Morasco: I think I may have an ideaâŚ
{ Blake starts to walk toward the ring with a terrible grin on his face as Kimberly watches from the ring. Candy rolls out not wanting any part of this. }
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk eliminated Angel. Nighthawk trained Kimberly.
Vasco Dias: You think heâs out here for revenge!?
Terri Morasco: I think so!
{ Angel slowly walks up the steps and climbs into the ring as Kimberly readies herself, bouncing from one foot to the other. Blake stands across from her and just smiles. }
Terri Morasco: I donât like this!
{ I Remember hits the PA and Nighthawk comes rushing out from the back but in that momentary distraction Kimberly looks and Angel fires off a GENOCIDE KICK!!!! }
Terri Morasco: NO!!!!
Vasco Dias: Jesus, that was low even for Angel!
{ Blake quickly powders out of the ring as Nighthawk slides in under the bottom rope to check on his student. Blake slowly backs up toward the ramp and throws his arms out with a grin. }
Vasco Dias: That son of a bitch! You can do a lot of evil things in wrestling and Iâll support it but man on woman violence isnât one of them!
Terri Morasco: Absolutely not!
{ Kim is coming to as Hawk makes sure sheâs okay. Angel is at the top of the ramp now gloating and mocking tears. Nighthawk asks for a microphone and stands up in a rage. }
Nighthawk: NO! This is not how we do things! If you want me in a match Blake!? You just have to ask!
{ The crowd pops for Nighthawk. }
Nighthawk: But Iâm not going to ask. Iâm going to demand! Next week at Open Fight Night! Itâs going to be me and Kimberly Jackson against you and whoever you can find to team with you! But honestly? After this? I donât expect anyone to come to your aid!
{ Blake just smiles as he slowly slips into the back. Nighthawk helps Kimberly up who looks more pissed off than hurt. }
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk throwing out a big demand.
Vasco Dias: I honestly canât wait to see Angel get smacked upside the head by Nighthawk or Kimberly.
Terri Morasco: I canât wait to see the entire womenâs roster turn their back on that psychopath Blake!
{ Kimberly is ready to fight now as Nighthawk talks her down and we head to a commercial break. }
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SEGMENT
The Roulette winner makes a statement
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{Hail to the King plays as a video starts with Ethan King sits on a yacht drinking.}
Ethan King: The seas were finally warm enough to take my yacht SS Combat Wrestling out on the seas. Apologies I couldnât be there in person.
{Ethan smirks making clear he isnât even remotely sorry.}
Ethan King: I stated that I would take the Strongstyle Belt from Dean Harper, and I did that. Donât worry, Iâm shipped it back to Fowler. Iâm sure they had a little panic attack about the package but I shipped it with care.
{Ethan sits up, removing his sunglasses.}
Ethan King: It was never about the StrongStyle belt to me. Never. It was about sending a message. A message I delivered with ease.
{Ethan chuckles.}
Ethan King: Then I won the roulette. Taking victory away from everyone else who had tied their hopes to that match meaning something. For that moment being their turning point. For that moment to make them get all that love and adoration they were never really deserving of in the first place.
{In the background you can see his wife carrying the twins in adorable little swimsuits.}
Ethan King: Now, Iâm enjoying my vacation time until Night of The Immortals takes place where I will put Xavier Cross down. I will remove the last bit of leather from The Pack. I will do what Angel Blake, Rob Diamond and Spike Kane could never do. I will make the Pack back to the unruly begging dogs they were always meant to be.
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SINGLES MATCH
James Gilmore vs Tom Taylor
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{ The X-Files theme hits the PA as Tom Taylor makes his way to the ring. }
Terri Morasco: Tom Taylor, one of our newest to come out of the IWFâs Performance Center, will take on James Gilmore here!
Vasco Dias: As much shit as I give Gilmore, Iâll give him credit, but only if--
Terri Morasco: Oh, donât you start THAT again!
{ 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. }
Vasco Dias: I was actually gonna say Iâll give Gilmore credit where it was due, but only if he puts in some real pyros in his entrance!
Terri Morasco: Pffft, riiiiight...oh, no! Guys, can you get a quick zoom in on the back of JJâs head?!
{ Indeed, upon closer inspection we see Gilmore sporting a giant bump on the back of his head, not to mention the fact heâs been dealing with a nagging headache that had just popped out of nowhere. }
Vasco Dias: Zoinks--Gilmore looks like heâs been a serious accident! What happened to his noggin!?!
Terri Morasco: You tell me, Vasco.
[DING!]
{ Gilmore takes a deep breath and calmly paces about in the ring; we can see heâs not feeling a hundred percent, which Taylor puts together in his mind before going after the back of his opponentâs head. Tom sends the Islander alum into the ropes before following it up with a trio of successive hip tosses, holding onto the left arm as he does so. He then wraps his victim up and swings him to the mat with a neckbreaker that causes James to land on the sore spot on his cranium. After hitting Gilmore with a DDT for good measure, Taylor goes for the pin only to get a two-count; he tries to go back to work on Gilmoreâs head; yet as he begins pounding on his skull with closed fists, the referee pulls Taylor off of him and immediately checks on Gilmore. }
Referee: Buddy, you okay?!
James Gilmore: Yyeah, Iâm alright.
{ Our HD microphones pick up the conversation as the official takes a good, long look for signs of a concussion--just to be on the safe side. Tom merely sits in the corner and thinks to himself, wondering whether or not the zebra is conspiring with Gilmore in some fashion. }
Terri Morasco: Oh, JJâs not lookinâ too good. The referee can stop the match at his discretion.
Vasco Dias: Good. Maybe now we can finally learn the greatest mystery of âem all--a certain tattoo on his...!
Terri Morasco: (cuts Vasco off) OH, WILL YOU SHUT UP!?!
{ Gilmore nods his head as the referee continues the match with Taylor; the two combatants begin trading blows at this point. James, normally being the savvier of the two, tries to apply his patented trio of suplexes...only for Tom to counter the move with a pair of sharp knees and kicks to the side of the head. Gilmore favors his cranium as he tries to shake off the fuzzies, but our resident conspiracy theorist decides to charge at the ex-Islander, who--either by accident or design, we wonât know for certain--kips out of the way, This causes Tom to ram HIS noggin into the steel ringpost, and Jamesâ instincts kick in as he applies the trio of suplexes heâd been looking for a few moments ago. }
Vasco Dias: Uh-ohâŚ
Terri Morasco: I have a feeling this might be the beginning of the end for Tom Taylor.
{ Yep, Terriâs right. As Tom pulls himself back to his feet and clutches the side of his heck and head areas, James gets a head-full of steam and sends his opponent flying head over heels with his patented SHELLSHOCKER backwards hurracanrana! The crowd cheers this as Tom writhes in pain after rolling to the outside, but this bit of respite doesnât last as James unceremoniously drags Tom back inside the squared circle! With a grin on his face, perhaps trying to blot out the sharp pain heâs been feeling since his accident, Gilmore locks Taylor into position and drives him head-first into the mat--courtesy of an straight-inverted DDT, a move the fans immediately start to recognize as being one of Fiona McFlyâs signatures! }
Terri Morasco: What the--!?! That was Fionaâs Sending Off!!!
Vasco Dias: How the hell did Gilmore know that move?!
Terri Morasco: Beats me...I guess heâs trying to remind himself of why heâs becoming a driving force behind Being Infamous!
{ The debate will probably go on for weeks, but this match will only be going for a few more seconds because Gilmore has Taylor hooked up by the legs, about to go for the pinfall! }
1...1
2...11
THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
{ âShellshockedâ begins to play as James stands tall, taking deep breaths before making a quick exit to get himself checked out. }
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SEGMENT
Unholy Alliance
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{ The lights momentarily flicker as Angel Blake heads into his personal locker room. He pays them no mind. After all IWF isn't known for properly caring for it's elite athlete. Angel heads across the large room to the couch, a smile a mile wide on his face thinking back on what he had done earlier tonight to Kimberly Jackson. As he turns to take a seat on the lavish leather couch the lights flicker again only this time they change and turn to a purple hue. He knows what this means and invites the encounter as he finds his seat on the couch. }
Angel Blake: Welcome Lady Death.
{ Angel utters the words even before the subtle plumes of smoke gather before him into her form, letting her know he knew before she arrived who she was. Of course He knew, He was God.
As the smoke subsides, she appears before Him, shrouded in a scarlet cloak, down on her knees, looking up with an almost childlike wonder and innocence, she says nothing in His presence, thousands of questions about her life, her death, her universe and everything in between filled her eyes, making her pupils appear bigger than usual. }
Angel Blake: There is no need to kneel before us.
{ He says as he rises from the couch with an outstretched hand. }
Angel Blake: What brings Lady Death before us?
{ He asks though he already knows and she smiles coyly as she takes his hand to stand up before him. }
Eternity: The same thing that leads so many lost and lonely souls here, to you, My Lord. Questions. Answers. Inquires. Replies. Questions of answers, answers of questions. Questions of existence, answers of mortality, the great circle, the greater beyond. I ask of you so little and yet so much, and I have no questions, no answers. Why did you take them from me? Why did you take it from me? Why did you take it all from me? Why when I was so young? Will I find it again? Will I ever find it again? Ever know them again, ever know love again, true love, again?
{ Eternity then breaks eye contact and looks around the locker room. }
Eternity: What does God need a locker room for anyway? Youâve changed everything already...you always do...oooh, thatâs it isnât it? You live in a state of constant change, hence you live here in a locker room, I knew you had a sense of humour, after all you created James Gilmore, though Iâll be honest I preferred you in your Morgan Freeman phase. Can you still do the voice, oh please say you can still do the voice! Makes a girl weak at the knees, that voice....
{ Eternity claps her hands together twice, quickly. The lights in Godâs house respond accordingly as she claps. }
Eternity: Clap on, clap off, the clapper.
{ Eternity does a curtsy in front of Angel. }
Eternity: Took me ages to learn that, you know, but you were such an inspiration to Bruce, and to me as well...
{ Eternity then falls silent and bows her head solemnly, Angel didnât look impressed with such a mediocre display of her ability. Perhaps it was best to pretend she hadnât even tried to impress him. }
Angel Blake: Parlor tricks. Impressive to the uninitiated.
{ He reaches out with a cold granite hand and lightly strokes her cheek. She flinches under his touch, turning her cheek away. A reaction to the cold or to the touch itself was uncertain, it didnât matter anyway. }
Angel Blake: But adorable all the same.
{ Slowly he walks around her, stalks her almost. }
Angel Blake: You come here to this drab display of creature comforts the IWF has gifted to us asking and answering all the wrong questions. Did we take them? Will you find them? What is life? What is death? The answers are as unimportant and uninspired as the questions themselves. What you should be asking is why do we remain?
{ Eternity shakes her head, almost violently, dismissing Angel as quickly as she had come to accept him. }
Eternity: No, no, no, no, NO! This is all wrong. I come to you for purpose, for a reason to go on, and you mock me, you think me a stupid little girl. Adorable? Those are not the words of God, those are the words of Man. Your touch is not as I expected, filled with the warmth of creation. It is cold, ice cold. Detached. That is not the touch of God, that is the touch of a doctor. Clinical, full of lies and promises to help me too. They all promise that, donât they? Men. They all lie, donât they?
{ Eternity now fixes Angel with a cold, indifferent stare, the initial wonder from her eyes gone, forgotten, replaced by the realization of the masquerade, the charade, the grand deceit. }
Eternity: You are not the beacon of truth, you are a charlatan. A fake, a fraud, the hollow shell of a man who used to be so much more...when he was still alive. Things were different then, things were better then, you, me, we were all better then. Now the world has changed for us both, perhaps forever. There is no going back, believe me Iâve tried. You are not the God I believe in, you are the man I donât. A pity she left you like this, a pity she left us all like this, with nothing. No answers. No questions. Only lies. All lies. A pack of lies. Sheep masquerading as wolves, this is why they disturbed him, this is why he called out to me, this is why I have returned, and this is why Iâm here. I donât know you, about you anymore, but this is why I remain...
Angel Blake: Call us what you will, there is little power in a name but know this Lady Death. There is only one truth in this world. A truth we have both come to know better than most. There is the strong and there is the weak.
{ He circles back around her now with a hungry look on his face. }
Angel Blake: You aren't weak are you?
Eternity: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....
Eternity: Finally the truth! The truth universal to Man, as he flails around in his ignorance, convinced he knows us, convinced he knows better. Convinced he understands Death and how to cheat it, but I will not be cheated much longer Mr Blake. Today is the day of fools, tomorrow is never guaranteed. You think in such simple terms for somebody who once fooled the world with an omnipotent divinity. Strength, weakness, words the blessed never concern themselves with, but Man...He obsesses over such trivialities, killing himself over and over in the company of fellow man, just as he did 8 days ago, when you were denied your path to immortality. A predator fallen prey to a Hawk, as he watches a new king ascend. Oh how you fell to the new age, Mr Blake, oh how you lash out at the weak, the inexperienced and the open. The Age of Gods is dead, it died with him. I felt it pass. I felt his strength become weakness, just as I feel it now still, not only from him, but from you. Itâs hard isnât it, remembering what you were, realizing what you can never be again?
Angel Blake: What WE are is the Apex Predator. WE do not lash out like the petulant children that surround us so do not speak to us like a commoner. WE are exceptional. WE have ascended to something truly great. Gods? Demons? Petty ideologies! WE are a force of nature. A force that will wipe the Bird Man from the face of this Earth when the time is right and not a moment before. You shouldn't speak so poorly of US. Where ever we go death follows.
Eternity: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha....
Eternity: Lie to yourself if you must Mr Blake. Tell yourself extravagant lies, tell yourself sweet lies, savour them forcas long as you can, soon the bitter uncomfortable truth will be undeniable. The truth that there is no greater predator than Death, and it does not follow you. It may serve you occasionally, if you ask nicely and you apologize for the great deception, it may even strike two birds with one stone. It might even have fun in your service, but it will not follow. It leads. Leads parades of sorrow as all are laid to rest. Deadweights openweights, all are equally planted into the dirt, all are equally scattered to the wind. Open caskets closed. New names etched upon stone monuments in memory of the fallen and the young....
{ Angel takes a step back with a wicked smile on his pale painted face. }
Angel Blake: Well then, WE offer our sincerest apologies.
{Eternityâs face is now a mirror as she reflects Angelâs wicked smile back at him. Now, for the first time, Angel and Eternity stood as equal and opposite forces of nature opposite each other but not in opposition.}
Eternity: Good boy. That wasnât so hard, now was it? Mommy would be proud of you, being such a gentleman to little old me...
{ Eternity now bats her eyes innocently at Angel. Angel bows his head slightly and smiles. }
Angel Blake: A lady such as yourself commands nothing but the highest respect.
{ He looks up at her slightly. }
Eternity: Yes, yes, respect. So many pay it in the end, many more so than mean it, but I trust you Mr Blake have not only paid it to me now, but will pay it next week to our fallen brother, Michael. The Age of Gods may be dead, but it must not be forgotten. It will not be forgotten. I will join you in your quest for justice in his honour, guided by his spirit as I have been to you, to return, to them...to the open sky in which the vengeful hawk flies on the back of the innocent and the naive. Those are my terms, Mr Blake, I trust you will respect them as you have come to respect me...
{Eternity then reaches out with her pale hand, clasping Angelâs chin between her forefinger and thumb, guiding his gaze until it is locked with her brilliant green eyes, she leans forward and whispers softly in his ear three very familiar words, which instantly send a chill of death down his spine as they leave her lips in a low, almost animalistic growl, speaking directly to Leviathan now...}
Eternity: All bloody hail...
{ Blake grins from ear to ear as he takes Eternity's hand and gives it a light kiss as we fade out on this unholy alliance. }
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SINGLES MATCH
nighthawk v Phillip DeForrest
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Ring Announcer Alison Valance: âThis next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 30-minute time limit.â
{As âfinal countdown startsâ Phillip walks heroricly from the back, strikes a pose, then runs into the ring to take his place in the ring}
Alison Valance: âIntroducing first, from Merrick, NY and weighing in at 224 poundsâŚ. Phillip DeForrest!â
{As the opening strains of "I Remember (The Honor In Her Efforts Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks calmly to the ring, burning with intensity and focus. Leaping over the top rope Nighthawk walks to a neutral corner and calmly ascends to the top turnbuckle before raising one finger above his head before backflipping back into the center of the ring.}
Alison Valance: âAnd his opponent, making his return to IWF singles competition after a 9-month absence, please welcomeâŚ. âThe Wrestling Machineâ Nighthawk!â
Terri Morasco: âAnd after a stirring performance in the Roulette that saw him go a lot farther than anyone could have expected after a nine-month layoff, Nighthawk makes his one-on-one return against prospect Phillip DeForrest.â
Vasco Dias: âI spoke to Nighthawk earlier in the show, Terri, and he stated he was very much looking forward to getting back in the ring and that he was going to remind us all of what heâs capable of.â
{As the referee rings the bell to start the bout Nighthawk offers a handshake genuinely, which Philip takes before immediately going to a collar-and-elbow lockup only to be caught in a tight handcuff hold right through into an armdrag which sends Philip into a neutral corner. Seeing the opening the âAmerican Samuraiâ glances at his target for a millisecond before landing a massive Concussion on Demand which appears to knock Phillip out on his feet right into an Orange Crush Bomb that gets the 3-count.}
Alison Valance: âYour winner of the matchâŚ. âThe Wrestling Machineâ Nighthawk!â
Terri Morasco: âIn his first singles match back after a 9-month absence, Nighthawk ran through Phillip DeForrest like a samurai running through a helpless villager. It was precise, and over very fast.â
Vasco Dias: âFor everyone in the IWF roster, that has to be a warning shot fired. If this Nighthawk shows up week-to-week, itâs a lot of problems for a lot of people.â
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SEGMENT
Power Struggle
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{The camera follows Roberto Verona into the office where Jess Fowler is sitting behind the desk, typing away on his desk.}
Roberto Verona: Fowler.
Jess Fowler:: Mr. Verona. I was just-
Roberto Verona: You are relieved of the extra duties.
Jess Fowler: Of course.
{Jess grabs a bag and collects some items off the desk and put the laptop in a bag.}
Jess Fowler: Am I still allowed to make the announcements I had this evening while you catch up on theâŚchanges that have come about while you were on Vacation?
Roberto Verona: Vacation?! Do you think this was a vacation?
Jess Fowler: I honestly wouldnât know⌠Iâve just been keeping the company above water during your absence.
Roberto Verona: Letting The Pack run wild over MY company.
{Jess seems unaffected by the accusation putting the bag on their shoulder.}
Jess Fowler: If thatâs how you want to see it⌠Iâve just been keeping Profits up. Keeping the doors open. I have kept particle records. Color-coded and everything. Iâll go back to my original office then?
{Roberto nods curtly.}
Jess Fowler: Ta.
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SINGLES MATCH
Warren Kane vs Pax Stormcrow
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{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 infront of his chest before extending them outwards and upwards creating a reaction from the crowd. 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.}
Vasco Dias: Here comes Warren Kane, the runner up for this years Roulette. There has to be big things in this young mans future.
{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: Speaking of big things, here comes Pax the man who beat Angel Blake for the Extreme Championship!
{The two men stand opposite each other, waiting for the referee to call for the bell and surely enough he does. The crowd cheers as both men charge towards each other. They immediately lock up, and Warren tries to press the advantage but Pax manages to overpower him and pushes Warren down to one knee.}
Terri Morasco: The test of strength didnât go Warrenâs way there.
Vasco Dias: Well, I mean, Pax has got some fifty pounds on Warren, itâs got to count somewhere.
{Pax forced the pressure down, forcing Warren to both knees, but Warren - still holding Paxâs hands falls backwards onto his back lifting Pax up with his feet and flipping Pax over with a version of the monkey toss. The twoâs hands are still interlocked and they both roll right through it, Pax quickly taking the initiative to twist Warrens arms, and lift him up by his wrists, causing the young Kane to shout out in pain.}
Vasco Dias: Unique offence by both guys here.
Terri Morasco: My wrists hurt just watching this.
{Warren lurches forwards and just smashes his forehead into Stormcrowâs forcing Pax to break the hold. Warren drops to his feet and immediately begins to connect with a series of kicks to Paxâs legs while the Extreme Champion tries to recover from the headbutt.}
Vasco Dias: That was certainly...innovative?
Terri Morasco: Warren was in a place he didnât want to be, and he had to stop Pax somehow.
{Warren steps back and goes for a superkick, but Pax ducks ever so slightly to the side, catching Warrens leg and then pulls him in for a huge surprise exploder suplex. The crowd pops loudly, as Warren rolls towards the turnbuckle.}
Terri Morasco: OH! That was a huge swing in momentum there!
Vasco Dias: Youâre not wrong. Warren thought he had Pax on the ropes, but turns out that Stormcrow is a hell of a lot more resilient than Kane thought.
Terri Morasco: Pax Stormcrow is really putting on a clinic here tonight.
Vasco Dias: I guess he heard what Warren said about being trained by the likes of Spike Kane and Nighthawk, and is taking him seriously.
{Warren rolls back into the turnbuckle, but as he does Pax is right there with a double knees to the face. Kane recoils back into the turnbuckle as Stormcrow heads back into the ring and goes for another shot, at the last minute Warren dives to the side causing Pax to slam his knees into the turnbuckle. In a fluid motion, Warren grabs Pax by the tights and rolls him up for a pinfall.}
Vasco Dias: Oh!
Terri Morasco: That was fast thinking by both men right there, but Warren could steal it here!
{The ref slides in for the countâŚ..ONE! âŚ..TWO! âŚ..TH-Pax kicks out! Warren recoils away as Pax rolls to a knee and stares the young Kane down. The two smirk and nod at each other, clearly getting the measure of each other. The two rise to their feet in unison, and circle each other. Pax signals for a lock up, and Warren steps in for it, the two lock up, and Pax gains the advantage again. He slips behind Warren and picks him up for a back suplex, but Warren sends a stiff elbow to the head of Pax causing him to break his grip on Warren and stagger backwards. Warren then leaps into the air and connects with a pele kick!}
Terri Morasco: The momentum keeps swinging from one to the other here.
Vasco Dias: Itâs genuinely entertaining to watch, they seem very evenly matched.
Terri Morasco: Thatâs high praise coming from you.
{Now Warren has the advantage for the first time in the match, he rushes to the turnbuckle and looks up, about to climb up, when he seems to second guess himself...or argue with himself. Eventually he climbs up top, and signals for the Fall From Grace as the camera phones all flash wildly. Warren leaps from the turnbuckle towards Pax, but Stormcrow rolls out of the way and Warren hits the mat at an awkward angle. Pax quickly scrambles across to grab Warrens leg and then locks in the Broken Wing! The crowd pop huge as Warren shouts out in pain.}
Vasco Dias: It looked like Warren was about to put an end to Pax Stormcrow there, but now it looks like Pax has this!
Terri Morasco: That Broken Wing submission is a painful move, and you have to wonder how much Warren can take after that awkward landing?
{Warren tries to reach for the ropes, but Pax has the move locked in. As Warren inches closer, Pax releases the hold a little before dragging Warren right into the center of the ring. Warren is clawing at the mat and his own head trying desperately not to submit. The crowd are firmly behind Pax, enjoying this match and the Extreme Champions moment here.}
Terri Morasco: Warren is going to tap!
Vasco Dias: Thereâs nowhere to go!
{Suddenly, as if summoning all the strength he could ever muster, Warren lifts himself up and rolls underneath himself, forcing Pax to roll through also. Warren slowly gets to his feet as Pax rolls backwards to his feet before, out of nowhere, Warren connects with a picture perfect Chrysaor!!!}
Vasco Dias: What!? Pax had this won!
Terri Morasco: Never underestimate the determination of a Kane!
{Warren scrambles over Pax after he hit the deck like a sack of spud. He hooks the leg and the referee runs over and slides in for the countâŚ..ONE! âŚâŚ.TWO! âŚâŚ.THREE!!! The bell rings and âUndeadâ by Hollywood Undead plays over the PA. The crowd are mixed, with some boos, some cheers, and some just silent. Warren stands above Pax breathing deeply, glaring towards the camera. Warren then takes a knee and looks down at Pax before mouthing âI really am sorryâ and then rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp totally ignoring everyone.}
Vasco Dias: Wow, what a turnaround that was?
Terri Morasco: These two put on a good show, and I have to say, that was a touching moment from Warren there.
Vasco Dias: Youâre right Terri, and weâd also like to extend our sympathies to Pax Stormcrow and his family for their loss.
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Strongstyle title match for Fan named PPV announced
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{Jess Fowler is standing in the center of the ring with a mic in their hand.}
Jess Fowler: IWf, with a happy heart we are please to welcome back Mr. Verona back to the head of the company.
{The crowd pops.}
Jess Fowler: As my last act in the position of power, I would like to announce what is happening with the Strong Style championship since Ethan King has become the number one contender for Xavier Cross.
{Jess gestures to the Tron which shows an image of the StrongStyle Belt.}
Jess Fowler: We are going to have a gauntlet match at Mediocre Canadian Bash 2: Electro Boogalo.
{The crowd pops at the name they voted for.}
Jess Fowler: The participants will be Steve Awesome, James Gilmore, Rob Diamond, Warren Kane, Dean Harper and Phillip DeForrest. May the best man win.
{Jess bows slightly before walking up the ramp.}
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IRON MAIDEN QUALIFIER
Crystal vs Kai Sachiko
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{We return in the middle of the match between Crystal and Kai. Brooklyn comes out and tells Crystal in order to actually qualify for the iron Maiden she should face a real opponent at Open Fight Night.}
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A Slight Detour
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{The camera is following Uriel as he turns a corner and corners Dean Harper who was just leaving catering, trapping him in an alcove.}
Uriel BlacK: âDean.â
Dean Harper: â....Uriel. What do I owe this rather public interruption?â
Uriel BlacK: âA vested interest. By me. By you. In that announcement Fowler made.â
Dean Harper: âThe announcement about the gauntlet match at the next payperview? I did not remember your name being brought up.â
Uriel BlacK: âNo. But yours was.â
{ Uriel moves closer.}
Uriel BlacK: âAnd Iâm rather intrigued in the spot youâve got.â
Dean Harper: âYou want it?â
{Dean scuffs.}
Dean Harper: âEasier time getting it from Gilmore or Deforrest donât you think?â
Uriel BlacK: âEasier? Maybe. More fun...â
{Uriel touches Dean's face lightly that Dean jerks away from.}
Uriel BlacK: âBesides, I have a reason youâll accept.â
Dean Harper: âAnd what possible reason would that be?â
Uriel BlacK: âCertain...information?â
{Uriel plants a hand on the wall with a viper-like grin. Dean glances at the camera before looking back at Uriel.}
Dean Harper: â...What kind of information?â
Uriel BlacK: âPersonal.â
{Uriel winks.}
Dean Harper: â...And youâd do what with it if I didnât agree to your terms?â
Uriel BlacK: âDivulge to certain interested parties?â
{The color drains from deanâs face. }
Dean Harper: â...Itâd be rather hard to prove wouldnât it?â
Uriel BlacK: âSubstantiating details are in abundance.â
{Uriel leans in a bit closer. }
Uriel BlacK: âAnd theyâd know.â
{Dean grits his teeth.}
Dean Harper: âSo you want me to just hand it over now or are you going to make a show of it?â
Uriel BlacK: âYour pick.â
{Dean is quiet for a long moment looking very much like he wants to punch Uriel in the face.}
Dean Harper: âCongratulations. You get my spot in the gauntlet match.â
{Uriel reaches up and pats his cheek. }
Uriel BlacK: âThatâs my boy. Take care.â
Dean Harper: âFuck you.â
{Uriel just raises an eyebrow, grinning like a maniac. Dean glances away.}
Dean Harper: âam I free to go now or do you have other veiled threats?â
Uriel BlacK: âRun along, Dean.â
{Dean ducks under Urielâs arm muttering, âmake me â. A hand shoots out and grabs Deanâs shoulder, stopping him in his tracks...but only for a moment. Dean tenses. Uriel simply pats Dean on the shoulder.}
Uriel BlacK: âDonât make requests you donât want to be fulfilled.â
{With a look of utter contempt.}
Dean Harper: âYes, sir.â
{Uriel walks away now, grinning ear to ear. Dean glares after him before grabbing the camera and smashing it to the ground.}
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IRON MAIDEN QUALIFIER
Helena Swayer vs Nancy Paulson-Carlson
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{Helena Wins.}
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{X Gon Give It To Ya! Hits the loudspeakers, catching the audience off guard as a rain of jeers echoes down at the World Champion, Xavier Cross.}Vasco Dias: âAn impromptu appearance by Xavier Cross!â
Terri Morasco: âWhat business does the world champion have tonight?â
{Xavier pauses for a moment at the top of the stage, glancing around at the crowd. His title slung over his shoulder, the Red Cap helm tucked under his arm. His color scheme has shifted away from the blue and black combo, to a red and black combo, except now his standard wrestling pants are replaced by worn blue jeans, his wrestling boots replaced by work boots. As he struts down to the ring, to a chorus of booâs.}Vasco Dias: âA little respect for the world champion!â
Terri Morasco: âHow much respect can you give a guy who put two of IWFâs favorites on the shelf?â
Vasco Dias: âYou canât blame that on Cross.â
{Xavier saunters around the ring for a moment, grabbing a microphone as he slides his title into the ring, before walking up the ramp. He kisses the top of the Red Cap helm, before putting it on top of the ring post, and enters the ring.}
Xavier Cross: âLadies and GentlemenâŚâ
{The Crowd wonât let up with their booâs, as Xavier looks around.}Xavier Cross: âIf you shut your mouths Iâll tell you a joke.â
{Call it curiosity, but the crowd grows quiet.}Xavier Cross: âWhy did Spike Kane get fired from being a meteorologist?â
{The crowd murmurs.}Xavier Cross: âBecause his forecasts were all bloody HailâŚâ
{And somehow the crowd is quieter than before they shut up.}
Xavier Cross: âThat was hilarious, shut up. You peasants are just too stupid to understand highbrow comedy. Speaking of Comedy, Iâm sure you all enjoyed the Roulette...in fact...not only did we shatter the record for the Wintrust Center gate...The IWF Network had its highest traffic since itâs existence. You wanna know why?â
{He pauses for a moment, glancing at his title on the ground.}Xavier Cross: âBecause of meâŚâ
{And then the crowd picks up with the booing.}Xavier Cross: âYou can doubt it all you want, but what was the most common thing out of your talented menâs division over the last few weeks? My name. What spot were they vying for? A chance to get their ass handed to them atâŚâ
{He points up at the Night of the Immortals sign.}Xavier Cross: âNow, of course, I havenât really had a chance to respond to these men who think they could have done something, that could have won that shot, a chance to be beaten by the best in the world. You got your good guys, who talk about me turning my back, being a coward, but who was leading the charge against The Pack? It wasnât Steve Awesome, nah he was too busy getting wasted and getting aggressive handjobs. It wasnât James Gilmore, he was too busy jerking himself off, a matter of fact Jamesy. Where were you when I needed a hand, youâre supposed to be such a good guy, but now youâre rolling with two...well, three if we take the roulette for anything, scumbags in the business. But yet, you, and so many others want to criticize me for my choices? My choice to join The Pack? Because they actually give a damn. Why do you think people fight for Rowan so damn hard? Because they believe in her, and she believes in them! The simple fact is, that all you supposed good guys, who want to wage a war. You arenât clean of sin, you are just trying to stuff as much money in your pockets as possible, to get any bit of spotlight you can grab by putting my name, our name in your mouth.â
{Xavier begins to pace across the ring, stepping on the world title a few times.}
Xavier Cross: âEven Warren Kane, who must be suffering from the delusions of grandeur his father had, that I was ducking him. I...was...ducking himâŚYou donât want to benefit on that name boy, donât go around demanding things you donât deserve. Ainât no one ducking you, because ainât no one got time for a boy trying to play a Godâs game.â
{His face twists into a smile.}
Xavier Cross: âOnly thing that really breaks my heart is little A.J...Ol Jacobsen, I know Iâve let you down, disappointed you, turned your stomach. I bet you wanted, oh so badly, to win the Roulette, and be the hero these people want you to be. But you gotta know kid, no matter what side of this war weâre on, I ainât got nothing but love for you...which is why...I will do you a favorâŚâ
{Pausing for a moment, Xavier looks around.}Xavier Cross: âThere is one reason that James Gilmore, and Warren Kane arenât getting their shot at me. And at Night of the Immortals, I will not be defending my World Championship against Ethan King, thus sparring Jacobsen of having to watch me destroy another one of his friendsâŚ.and that is simply because, while Verona was out trying to figure it out. My contract has nowâŚâ
{He looks down at his watch, holding up a finger, 3...2...1..}Xavier Cross: âRan out...so as of now, Iâm a free agent. Jess Fowler tried so hard, but couldnât focus on the champ, fatal mistake. You see, look at how thriving the roster is, how many men and women have stepped up looking to make the childhood dream happen. Look at how many arenas weâve sold out, how many pay per view buys. Because Xavier Cross, is your money maker. You people are coming to see me tear people apart, or hoping, praying, crossing your greasy, overworked hands hoping that someone can walk out and beat me. But simply put, it wonât happenâŚâ
{Nodding his head a bit.}Xavier Cross: âSimply put, Iâm a free agent and I have the most prestigious title in the history of wrestling at my feet. You want to not do business with me, thatâs fine love, because you can slap a title around Ethan Kingâs waist, heâs got a long history of shutting down businesses, you can hold a little tournament, and crown a champion, vacate it, and hold it above at the rafters at Night of the Immortals. Or you can put pen to paper, and make me the highest paid superstar of all time. Thatâs the reason Iâm out here now, these people want to see me get my ass kicked, and you will damn sure make sure I get the best paydays of my life performing in front of these parasites. Until thenâŚâ
{Xavier picks up his belt, slinging it over his shoulder.}
Xavier Cross: âIâm going on vacation.â
{Making his way out, Xavier flips the microphone over his shoulder, before grabbing the Red Cap mask, hopping over the arena gate, and makes his way outside.}
Vasco Dias: "...and with that, Imperial is without a world champion and the main event for Night of the Immortals..."
Terri Morasco: "He...He can't do that!"
Vasco Dias: "In the world of business, contracts are everything...and money talks the loudest."
{The camera pans up to the Night of the Immortals sign hanging from the ceiling, as the crowd showers Xavier with boos, echoing throughout the entire arena as we fade to the trademark.} 
Well howdy there pardner.