IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice OFN April 8 2019

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice
OPEN FIGHT NIGHT
April 8, 2019
Alliant Energy Center, Madison, Wisconsin

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.



SINGLES MATCH
Johnny King-Saint vs Elijah Lassiter

SEGMENT
Verona is back and he's targeting Dean

MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH
Angel Blake and Eternity vs Nighthawk and Kimberly Jackson

SEGMENT
The road to Night of the Immortals begins
(Ethan and Cross)

SINGLES MATCH
Andrew Jacobsen vs Steve Awesome

SEGMENT
The StrongStyle Gauntlet Combatants cut short promos on each other

SINGLES MATCH
Warren Kane vs Rob Diamond 

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice
OPEN FIGHT NIGHT
April 8, 2019
Alliant Energy Center, Madison, Wisconsin

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SINGLES MATCH
Johnny King-Saint vs Elijah Lassiter

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Vasco Dias: “Ladies and gentlemen...WELCOME TO SACRIFICE! I am Vasco Dias, with me as always…”

Terri Morasco: “I’m Terri Morasco, and I can introduce myself. Tonight we have some epic events in store for you!”

Vasco Dias: “In a match, many fans could only use IWF2k19 or their imaginations, Angel Blake teams up with Eternity to take on The Nighthawk Foundation, Nighthawk and Kimberly Jackson.”

Terri Morasco: “Kimberly Jackson is rookie of the year, it’s April, I’m calling it now. You heard it here first.”

Vasco Dias: “Eternity and Angel Blake may be the most terrifying team up in wrestling history, and I for one, am here for it!”

Terri Morasco: “Later tonight, we have Andrew Jacobsen taking on Steve Awesome.”

Vasco Dias: “There is no love lost between those two men, and depending on when Steve stopped drinking today, we might have ourselves a pay per view quality match.”

Terri Morasco: “Andrew Jacobsen looks to stop spinning wheels, and putting Awesome in his place.”

Vasco Dias: “And in our main event, Warren Kane looks to work out some of his issues taking on Rob Diamond.”

Terri Morasco: “Put your kids to be before this match, Rob has come back, as sharp as ever. But Warren Kane is looking to exorcise some demons, and Rob Diamond is just the man to take that beating.”

Vasco Dias: “And of course, starting us off tonight. Two rookies looking to take that first step to legendary status. Elijah Lassiter takes on Johnny Saint-King. But first a word from our sponsors!”

{Vasco and Terri fade out, to black as a stereotypical commercial voice fills the empty sound.}


Commercial Announcer Voice: “The following paid advertisement is for the movement to sign Xavier Cross.”

{Loud explosion, as the screen goes black, Xavier Cross slowly walks into camera view.}

Xavier Cross: “Pay The Champ.”

{He holds the title belt up, before walking away, as we open back up with Johnny Saint-King standing in the center of the ring, warming up a bit.}


Vasco Dias: “...Anyway, here in the ring we have a talented newcomer by the name of Johnny Saint-King.”

Terri Morasco: “A Saint and a King...impressive.”

Vasco Dias: “Who looks to take on one of the prospective young talents, Elijah Lassiter. I gotta say, Terri, this kid’s morals make my stomach turn, but Elijah is an ultra-talented rookie. If he cuts this good guy crap, I think he can go far!”

Terri Morasco: “I disagree with you...slightly, I think having morals with that level of talent and at his age. It’s impressive!”

{The Beat of ‘don’t get in my way’ starts to ring around the arena a spotlight 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 crouch standing up to kiss his wrist and salute the crowd.}


Vasco Dias: “He’s quite impressive….”

Terri Morasco: “I’m excited to see how these two men square off…”

{The referee rings the bell, as JSK comes out trying to catch Elijah off guard with a clothesline, but Elijah ducks. Swiftly kicking JSK in the back forcing him into the corner. JSK turns around, but is quickly caught with a Euro-Step Enziguri!}

Vasco Dias: “Elijah looking incredible!”

{JSK staggers out, Elijah sizes him up...Dime Drop! Elijah plants JSK on the ground, before looking around, clapping his hands together, the fans slowly but then loudly get behind Elijah Lassiter.}

Vasco Dias: “Listen to this sold-out crowd!”

Terri Morasco: “Elijah is putting the world on notice!”

{Once the fans are on their feet, Elijah turns looking at the turnbuckle, before looking down at JSK, before looking back up at the turnbuckle. Elijah grabs JSK, dragging him to the center of the ring, before stepping back and judging the turnbuckle. Elijah nods his head as he drags JSK closer to the turnbuckle, before going the opposite way, climbing up the top he stands calmly at the top of the turnbuckle.}

Vasco Dias: “No way...that’s way past halfway across the ring.”

Terri Morasco: “The kid has legs, but he can’t jump that far…”

{Pointing out, Elijah ‘tears at his shirt’ in a superman gesture. Elijah leaps in the air, getting incredible hang time, before hitting a direct elbow drop!}

Vasco Dias: “HOLY SHIT!”

Terri Morasco: “HOW COULD HE JUMP THAT FAR?!”

{The fans are going nuts, as Elijah quickly covers JSK, count the pinfall with his free hand.}

Referee: “ONE….TWO….THREE!”

{Elijah leaps to his feet, celebrating.}

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SEGMENT
Verona is back

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{ We return to the ring where we can already see the owner of IWF, Roberto Verona, standing in the ring clutching a microphone. He paces around as his music plays and the fans cheer. }

Vasco Dias: This boss is back and I for one couldn’t be happier! It’s about time this show had some more class on it.

Terri Morasco: It’s been a tumultuous week for the company, the world wants answers, can Verona provide them?

Vasco Dias: You should just be grateful he’s willing to grace you with his presence!

{ Verona waits for his music to die down before looking around into the audience and raising the mic to his lips. }

Roberto Verona: You know… I’d like to say it’s good to be back but… the truth is, it isn’t. Not because I don’t love this business, not because I don’t love this company… but because I am forced to once again come out here and address a controversy entirely of the making of somebody else’s overinflated sense of self-worth. I am of course referring to the banally selfish actions of our supposed “IWF Men’s World Champion”, Xavier Cross.

{ The crowd immediately erupts into a chorus of boos. }

Roberto Verona: I know, I know, I share the sentiments. You see, Xavier has taken it upon himself to not only switch his allegiance to a bunch of self-serving parasites but he has also deemed it necessary to hijack the property of IWF as he engages in some sort of sycophantic reimaging of the Sisterhood of the Travelling Panties in some vain attempt to “find himself” in a globetrotting tour of wealth accumulation. Listen, Xavier, let’s cut to the chase here…

{ Verona leans over the ropes. }

Roberto Verona: I’m quite prepared to open up my bottomless pit of resources, not because I think you’re a valuable investment but because truth be told, I’m quite willing to pay whatever it takes to watch Ethan King cave your face in for my own personal amusement. Let it be known, on the public record, that a contract with your name on it is sat in our legal department ready for you to sign whenever you’re done whoring yourself out to the next biggest bidder.

{ Verona smiles. }

Roberto Verona: And if you don’t want to sign it let me be perfectly blunt. That piece of leather you carry around? It’s disposable. We have hundreds of championship belts back in our storage facility because the truth is, all they are deep down are accessories… props. They’re a dime a dozen, easily replaceable… a little like you. I can just as easily go out back, fish out another and drape it over somebody more deserving and expunge you from all our records… just ask our dear friend “redacted” if you don’t believe me.

{ The crowd elicits an “Ooooooh” as Verona winks and smiles wryly at the camera. }

Roberto Verona: A champion isn’t defined by an inanimate object, Xavier. That’s just window dressing… they’re defined by their actions. What make that title prestigious isn’t the high-quality craftsmanship or the innate value it has at an auction, but the deeds of those who carry it. It’s the memories they create and the moment that they leave ingrained in this company’s legacy. Moments like those which are created on the grandest stage of them all…

{ Verona lifts himself back up off the ropes. }

Roberto Verona: The reality is, Xavier, if you want to take your ball to China and sulk this company already has another world champion who is infinitely more deserving of your place at Night of the Immortals. Since day one we’ve been perfectly clear that the men and women of this company are completely and utterly equal so if you don’t want to represent this company with dignity and respect, I know somebody who will…

{ Verona turns and extends an arm up to the big screen where a picture of Vivienne Rodgers smiling from ear to ear holding the IWF Women’s World Championship as the crowd pops for their beloved heroine. }

Roberto Verona: It’s funny, isn’t it? People often say couples can be polar opposites of one another and in this case, it couldn’t be more apt. Vivienne is everything you are not; she’s honourable, she is dignified and most of all she’s grateful of the opportunities presented to her. Yet, it takes two to tango and I’d be remiss to ignore the fact that Vivienne is in need of a suitable opponent to prove to the world that she really is the better half of your relationship.

{ Verona walks back to the middle of the ring. }

Roberto Verona: We all know that soon a number of women will put their bodies on the line for the privilege of facing Vivienne Rodgers and whilst the qualifiers are firmly underway there’s one spot inside that structure which is already filled… People can call me many things but a man of his word is one that even my biggest detractors are unable to deny. Before she left, this woman earned her right to a title opportunity before her departure and I’d be failing in my duty as owner of this company if I reneged on those obligations. So, without further delay allow me to announce the next competitor in the Iron Maiden… Eternity!

{ The crowd goes nuts as a picture of the sinister Hall of Famer emblazons the big screen. }

Terri Morasco: The Iron Maiden just got even more dangerous!

Vasco Dias: Take heart, Terri. This means that nutjob will be locked up in there whilst we’re safely out here.

Roberto Verona: Now… with that out of the way, I turn to perhaps the most important point of order. It’s no secret that this company has been engaged in a war against it’s own talent in the form the Pack…

{ The crowd boos.}

Roberto Verona: There have been those strong enough to sacrifice themselves to stand up against this pestilence and for that… I commend them, to a degree. But I am here to make it quite clear to everybody in that locker room that disunited self-sacrifice will get you nowhere against an organised and deadly group of people whose strength in numbers and conviction will swallow you up before you even stand a chance.

{ Verona looks up the ramp. }

Roberto Verona: You may not like me, you may find the idea of working with me unconscionable but the fact is… we need to work together to return balance to IWF. So, I stand here before you all this evening to offer a call to arms. At Night of the Immortals I intend to ensure that the grip of the Pack is extinguished once and for all and I can’t do that alone. That’s why I am giving this roster one month to suck up their pride, walk into my office and pledge themselves to this purpose. It’s about time people learned to put up, or shut up. The clock is ticking boys and girls, you’re either part of the problem or part of the solution, I suggest you choose wisely…

{ Verona slowly lets the microphone drop to the canvas as his music begins to play and he exists the ring, walking up the ramp. }

Vasco Dias: Roberto Verona just put out a rallying call to the roster, but whose got the stomach to accept?

Terri Morasco: So many have stood against the Pack over the past year… but how many of them can put their differences aside to finally accomplish their goals?

{ Sacrifice cuts to a commercial break. }

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MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH
Angel Blake and Eternity vs Nighthawk and Kimberly Jackson

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{The lights go out completely.}

Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaa…

{ The soft chilling female laughter changes the atmosphere in the arena completely before the opening bag pipes, tambourine and soft guitar lead a procession of somber blue strobe lights to dance in time with them. Thirty seconds pass before the lyrics to “The Circle” by Blackmore’s Night begin, the blue strobe lights provide just enough illumination for us to see the purple coloured smoke slowly gathering to cloud the entranceway.

Eternity emerges from within the cloud of colourful smoke. There is a mixed reaction from the adults, but the children seem to fear the shadowy woman who is wearing a black hat and a veil with her head bowed as she seems to lightly bounce halfway down the ramp.

She stops in the middle of the ramp and takes a bow, taking her veiled black hat off and posing with it in her outstretched arms. She continues her journey down the ramp, skipping and carrying her hat in her right hand. She slides under the bottom rope into the ring and when she reaches the centre, she transitions into a skip, over to the turnbuckle where she hangs her hat on a ringpost, patting it.

She then skips to the middle of the ring and falls to her knees, keeping her head bowed for a moment and her eyes closed. she tilts her head back and slowly opens her eyes to the heavens. This gesture now triggers the lights to slowly be raised back up to normal levels as her music starts also to fade away. }

Vasco Dias: God she creeps me out.

Terri Morasco: I’m with you Vasco. Eternity just sends chills down my spine.

Vasco Dias: And the fact she’s teaming with Angel here tonight… By god.

Terri Morasco: I hope Nighthawk and Kimberly Jackson know what they’re getting themselves into.

{ The arena goes black as flames erupt in a circle at the center of the stage. Korn's "Black is the Soul" roars throughout the arena as Angel Blake slowly rises from the flames. Behind him on the Imperitron in deep purple lettering is the word "LEVIATHAN". Blake steps forward from the flames and onto the stage proper with a horrible grin etched across his pale painted face before marching toward the ring. Blake throws his long black coat off at the ring steps then marches up and climbs onto the second rope on the outside. He looks around the arena before hopping down into the ring with his arms out stretched before resting against the turnbuckles. }

Vasco Dias: This is literally a match made in hell.

Terri Morasco: I couldn’t say it better myself. Angel and Eternity is pretty much a nightmare situation in mixed tag action.

Vasco Dias: Thank the gods there isn’t a mixed tag division.

{ 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. }

Terri Morasco: Nighthawk eliminated Angel from the Roulette in short order, in turn Angel attacked Kimberly.

Vasco Dias: Which brings us to this week and this mixed tag match. Eternity volunteered herself as Angel’s partner and honestly? Hawk and Kim may want to reconsider.

Terri Morasco: Look, I love Nighthawk, I love Kimberly Jackson but I don’t think this is a good match up.

{ 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. }

Terri Morasco: Kimberly has been incredibly impressive since her debut but Eternity is a completely different animal than anyone she’s ever faced.

Vasco Dias: And with Angel out there? I think we all know he isn’t afraid to hit a woman.

Terri Morasco: An unfortunate thing to be known for.

{ Nighthawk points at Angel and wants him to start things off but Angel graciously bows his head and then steps out onto the apron. Eternity claps her hands and jumps up and down as Kimberly tells Nighthawk it’s ok and he slowly steps out of the ring. }

Vasco Dias: Angel already playing mind games.

Terri Morasco: Not that Kimberly minds starting things off with Eternity.

{ Kimberly bounces from side to side as the referee calls for the bell. Eternity laughs and giggles as Kimberly moves across the ring for her. Kimberly sizes Eternity up and then throws a jab that Eternity dodges. Kimberly bobs and weaves and then throws another strike but Eternity ducks it and then grabs Kimberly for the Last Breath into the turnbuckles! }

Vasco Dias: Eternity had Kimberly scouted and just lured her in.

Terri Morasco: There’s a reason she’s one of the best women to ever grace the IWF roster.

Vasco Dias: Best? Most dangerous? Same thing.

{ Kimberly pulls herself up but Eternity is right on her with a Dragons Breath! Kimberly is absolutely stunned as she tries to roll back to her feet. Eternity is right behind Kim and picks her up for Sudden Death! }

Terri Morasco: Kimberly is helpless against Eternity!

Vasco Dias: So far Eternity is showing why she is one of the best there ever was!

{ Eternity releases Kimberly and laughs and then skips around Kimberly who is starting to stand back up. Eternity comes in looking for a sadistic hug but Kimberly fires off a jab/cross combo and then hits a big European upper cut! Eternity staggers back and Kimberly grabs her for a belly to belly suplex and then leaps to her corner of the ring and tags in Nighthawk! }

Vasco Dias: Kimberly choosing to tag out!

Terri Morasco: Smart move!

{ Eternity rolls out of the ring and tilts her head as she frowns. Angel steps into the ring and Nighthawk storms straight across the ring and plows into Angel! Both men go tumbling through the ropes and down to the arena floor! }

Terri Morasco: Nighthawk isn’t looking to have a wrestling match!

Vasco Dias: Well Angel made a Roulette elimination person!

{ Nighthawk gets to his feet and just starts to stomp at Angel Blake. Eternity ducks down and crawls under the ring as Kimberly isn’t sure what to do. }

Vasco Dias: Where did Eternity go!?

Terri Morasco: Nowhere good!

{ Nighthawk pulls Angel up and throws him into the ring barrier! Nighthawk charges Angel but Blake drops his shoulder and back drops Nighthawk over the crowd barrier with a backdrop into the crowd. Kimberly stands in the ring looking around trying to figure out where Eternity went. }

Terri Morasco: Angel and Nighthawk are in the crowd!

Vasco Dias: And Eternity is still under the ring somewhere!

{ Blake pulls Nighthawk back to his feet but Nighthawk hits some palm strikes and then throws Angel into a row of crowd chairs. Kimberly has her fists up but she doesn’t see Eternity slowly rise behind her wielding her signature weapon, a bat with nails in it she calls Spiky. }

Vasco Dias: Oh god no.

Terri Morasco: Someone needs to warn Kimberly!

{ Angel pulls himself out of the row of chairs and starts moving away from Nighthawk but Hawk is right on him with an axe handle and then drags Angel through the crowd and throws him over the barrier next to the stage. Nighthawk climbs over to follow Angel along the stage but Blake turns with a throat jab and then throws Nighthawk face first into the side of the stage. Kimberly is back in the ring, Eternity has risen up behind her. Kimberly turns and catches Spiky right to the gut! }

Vasco Dias: NO!!!!

Terri Morasco: Security!!!!

{ Blake lines up his killshot but Nighthawk catches Angel off guard with a superkick! Blake is staggered and Nighthawk grabs him and chucks Angel through the stage side curtains. Angel staggers into the backstage and Nighthawk chases after him but security catches Nighthawk before the fight can continue any further. }

Vasco Dias: Nighthawk and Angel have been split up but Kimberly is still at the mercy of Eternity!

{ Eternity cracks Kimberly over the back with Spiky! }

Terri Morasco: Come on!

{ Eternity drops Spiky and slowly pulls Kimberly up by the chin and then picks her up for the BLOOD GODS WRATH!!!! }

Vasco Dias: Jesus…

Terri Morasco: Eternity is a monster.

{ Eternity drops to her knees and starts to cackle maniacally as security starts to pour out from the back but the damage has already been done. }

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SEGMENT
Truth and Consequences

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Terri Morasco: What a night we've had thus far Vasco. Next up…

{Terri is interrupted by the sounds of “Throw Them to the Lions” by Tremonti as Jake Keeton clan in an all black suit and using a steel walking stick makes his way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: I thought we'd seen the last of Jake Keeton after his Methods of Destruction team lost to the The Clergy a few months ago.

Vasco Dias: Unfortunately not, he's like a cockroach.

{Keeton takes the center of the the ring and retrieves a microphone from his jacket pocket.}

Jake Keeton: IWF! We're back! After a few unfortunate setbacks that kept us off your screens for a while I am proud to present to you a 90s staple of this business with some 2019 flair! This is the Methods of Destruction!

{Jake points to the curtain but nothing happens.}

Terri Morasco: This is…

Vasco Dias: Hillarious! His own team doesn't even want anything to do with him.

Jake Keeton: I said, this is the Methods of Destruction!

{Suddenly the big screen flickers to life and it shows Spencer Vain seated backwards in a chair.}

Spencer Vain: Change of plans Jake, tell these people the truth.

Jake Keeton: Spencer this ain't the time or place. Where's JC?

Spencer Vain: Oh this is the PERFECT time and place, don't you think so partner?

{The camera pans back to show the chair Vain is seated in is across the throat of a battered and bloody JC Keeton. Jake Keeton's face twists into a look of rage and fear.}

Jake Keeton: Knee replacement or not I swear to…

Spencer Vain: Shut the fuck up old man! You're not gonna do anything except stand in that ring and tell these people the reason we were off TV! The real reason, the truth, not some vague explanation. Cause if you don't all I gotta do is lean forward just a bit and crush your pride and joy's wind pipe. Now tell'em!

{The fans boo Vain now as Jake Keeton begins to visibly sob in the ring, he takes a few seconds to compose himself before starting to speak.}

Jake Keeton: I don't know why you're doing this. It doesn't have to be made public…

Spencer Vain: But it does, cause you see my old man spent his whole career in the shadows of a piss ant like you and I'll be damned if the same thing is gonna happen to me. You're standing there crying like a bitch not because you're worried about JC but because you're afraid to tarnish your legacy by admitting that your baby boy is a cheater.

{A collective gasp comes from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: What is he talking about?

Vasco Dias: I haven't cared this entire time.

Spencer Vain: Ooops looks like the cat is out of of the bag so I'll go ahead and tell them.

Jake Keeton: Stop! Please don't do this…

{Spencer ignores the pleas of his presumably now former manager.}

Spencer Vain: JC Keeton got popped for 3 different anabolic steroids shortly after our last match in IWF and dear old Dad pulled some strings behind the scenes and got his suspension reduced.

Jake Keeton: You son of a bitch…

{Vain smiles then shifts his weight forward and a disgusting pop is heard followed by gurgling and gasping as the screen cuts out and a frantic Jake Keeton rolls to the the floor and makes his way up the ramp as fast as he can go.}

Terri Morasco: OH my God that sound was horrific.

Vasco Dias: I'd listen to it on repeat to keep from having to hear Jake Keeton ever speak again.


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SEGMENT
The road to Night of the Immortals begins

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{the video package starts with Xavier Cross delivering his first promo on his return.}

“Now, I will bust my ass every day from here till the time I am able to get back in that ring, and I will atone for my sins, I will come back, better than I have ever been. It's not to win matches, or belts, it's to show everyone in this company, to the indies and other federations. That Imperial is the place of immortals, that Imperial is the prime time. That this, this is the best fuckin wrestling on the planet.”

{‘Monster’ by Shinedown starts to play as a super clip of Xavier in his return to the ring, the chants from the crowd, fighting in the Joker in the Pack Heir to the Throne Tournament getting the win and staring down the ramp at Dean Harper.}


Good for you, you fooled everybody
Good for you, you fooled everyone
Good for you, now you're somebody
Good for you, you fooled everyone


“It’s still hard to sleep at night. What happened at the compound, in that room, it’s something I’ll have to live with forever. If I close my eyes too long, I see your face, the sickly calm sound of your voice ringing in my ears. You’ve hurt me Dean Harper, but you didn’t break me. You tried to put me out of commission.”

{Clips of the previous feud with Dean Harper, of the segment where Dean had Xavier tied up. A few clips of Dean and Xavier making eye contact before switching the end of their first match for the World Championship with Xavier and Devlin carrying Dean out.}


Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don't get angry, don't discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage

“Did you tell them yet? That you weren’t held against your will? There weren’t any restraints? Did you tell them the dinners I made? The keys that sat there, while you were just trying to figure it all out. For a group of people who claim to love you, are devoted to you….They sure didn’t like it when you just took a little space. You see Dean, you’re violent, but is that who you are, or just a product of the weapon you’ve been forged into? You give everything for them, Warren… You’re willing to do anything for them, but what are they willing to do for you?”

{The clip of Xavier begging Dean to just stay down during their match before getting the World title off of the pole and holding it high. A mash-up of images of magazines, twitter, press tour, congratulating Xavier Cross on his first World title run.}

'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill
And there's no comin' back and they just laughed at how I feel
And these monsters can fight, and they'll never say die
And there's no goin' back, if I get trapped I'll never heal
Yeah, my monsters are real


{A clip of Xavier bending the knee to Rowan. A fast clip of the match with Devlin Raine ending with Xavier licking the blood off of the World Championship. A few images of Xavier Cross and Dean Harper seen together, some from official instagrams and a few from likely stalker footage.}

“Of course AJ is going to be ‘berry, berry upset with me’”

“I sold my soul for a title, I joined the bad guys. Blah blah freakin blah. I’ll have to hear that from Devlin Raine for the next twelve years, and if I didn’t block Gilmore on twitter, I’d have to hear that drone on and on forever. But Andrew, let me explain something real quick, and clear. I love you, and I love Dani, and this isn’t for a title belt, this is for me. I’ve busted my ass this last year, and I’ve proven how far my work can bring me. I wanted to raise the roster up to my standards but look around you. Team Free Will? The men’s division is a joke, the simple fact is, the Women’s roster is carrying his company, and since intergender is a big no, no. I look across the room at my competition. Save yourself the embarrassment, and just stay home, enjoy yourselves, don’t make the mistake of stepping into my ring.”

Good for you, you hurt everybody
Good for you, you hurt everyone
Good for you, you love nobody
Good for you, you owe no one


{A few clips of Oni coming out and interrupting matches, of knocking Dean and Uriel off their game. Then the reveal of Ethan King under the Oni mask.}


“I'm sure you're curious - you along with the rest of the world. What was the point of the whole Oni thing? "Mostly, I just wanted to fuck with you a little. Don't act like you don't deserve it.”

{A few clips of Ethan beating and injuring Cable Arcane, Of mocking and beating Spike Kane from Combat Wrestling Archives.}

“I'm still Ethan Goddamn King.”

Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Call a doctor, say a prayer
Choose a god you think is there

"Why did you, Ethan King, choose to become a professional wrestler?"

"There are... so many answers I could give you. Some of them serious - 'well, I became a professional wrestler because I wanted to take up a regular sport and activity to ensure that I spent as many years of my life as possible in peak physical condition, and as a professional wrestler so long as I avoid serious injury I'll be able to stay healthy for a long time.' Some of them might be more glib - 'if I suplexed my regional directors through my office desk the board of directors would start to rapidly tire of the legal fees coupled with the cost of having to buy a dozen mahogany desks a day.' Some of them are tear-jerkers - 'professional wrestling was the only thing my father and I both enjoyed, so I took it up as a hobby after he died to honor his memory and I discovered I was good at it'. Perhaps they're all true. Perhaps they're all lies. In the end - does it really matter?"

"Because in the end, the only thing you'll know for sure is that I have my reasons - and that I'm very, very good at it. That skill, that training, has led me to a place where I'm going to make the largest calculated risk of my in-ring career - two compete in two matches in a single night, against a total of 29 other men, one of whom I'll be fighting twice. Earlier in the evening I'm going to be risking baseball bats and exposed skulls to rip the coveted Strong Style Championship from Dean Harper's trembling fingers... I'm going to beat you, Dean. I'm going to take that belt you love so much off your submissive little waist, and then I'm going to vacate it the same goddamn night when I get the chance to beat the snot out of the boy who stares at you the way you WISH Warren Kane did."

{A mash up of images of the Strong Style match with Dean Harper.}

'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill
And there's no comin' back and they just laughed at how I feel
And these monsters can fight, and they'll never say die
And there's no goin' back, if I get trapped I'll never heal

"Chaos is, after all, a ladder. And Dean... oh, Dean, I am going to use the chaos you have gleefully sown over the fields of this company to rise into my own empire. I'm going to rip you apart not just because you did bad things to my best friend... but because you committed an even greater sin in my eyes."

"You had the audacity... to be in my way. So I'm going to take a little selfish pleasure in ripping you apart. Not for the Greater Good... but for Mine. I'm going to take your title. Then I'm going to win the Roulette. I'm going to then drop the title and give it to someone you really, REALLY despise... and then I'm going to dominate your little Xavier-Bean on the greatest stage of them all, and make you watch as I make him scream in ways you only wish you could incite.”

{The image of Ethan King destroying everyone in his way in the Roulette.}

'Cause my monsters are real

“The man who is smart enough, cunning enough, strong enough, skilled enough, tough enough, and ruthless enough to take his place at the top of this company.

Ethan. Fucking. King."

{The image of Ethan eliminating Warren Kane and standing tall at the end of the Roulette for a solid minute before changing into Xavier Cross at the following Sacrifice.}

“Only thing that really breaks my heart is little A.J...Ol Jacobsen, I know I’ve 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 we’re on, I ain’t got nothing but love for you...which is why...I will do you a favor…”

{Pausing for a moment, Xavier looks around.}

“There is one reason that James Gilmore, and Warren Kane aren’t 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 friends….and that is simply because, while Verona was out trying to figure it out. My contract has now…”

{He looks down at his watch, holding up a finger, 3...2...1..}

“Ran out...so as of now, I’m a free agent. Jess Fowler tried so hard, but couldn’t 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 we’ve 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 won’t happen…”

{A few images of different dirt sheets talking about Cross’ contract, about where this leaves Night of the Immortals and a few exchanges on twitter with the #PayTheChamp}

Leave your weapon on the table
Wrapped in burlap, barely able
Don't get angry, don't discourage
Take a shot of liquid courage
Leave a light on if you're able
'Cause we both know you're unstable
Call a doctor, say a prayer
Choose a god you think is there

{A video of Ethan King sitting in the sun.}

“If Xavier Cross is too scared to fight me I have no problem simply sitting in the ring at the end of Night of the immortals and getting the new IWF World Title Championship. I get paid either way. And by running he proves my point…”

'Cause my monsters are real, and they're trained how to kill
And there's no comin' back and they just laughed at how I feel
And these monsters can fight, and they'll never say die
And there's no goin' back, if I get trapped I'll never heal
Yeah, my monsters are real


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SINGLES MATCH
Andrew Jacobsen vs Steve Awesome

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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!

{crowd chants ONE FALL}

Vasco Dias: This is a rematch many people have been looking forward to for a while now.

Terri Morasco: And with good reason, the history between these two superstars is intense.

Vasco Dias: Don’t be melodramatic.

Terri Morasco: I’m not. They literally have had something of a blood feud burning

{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

{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.}

Alison Valance: First down to the ring, at 6’2’’ and 238 pounds… STEVE AWESOME!

Terri Morasco: Steve was the one to issue this challenge. He seems to be going through something right now and I’m a little concerned for him.

Vasco Dias: Only a little? You hypocrite Morasco.

{The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him. Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}

Alison Valance: Second down to the ring, at 6’2’’ and 235 pounds…ANDREW JACOBSEN!

Terri Morasco: Andrew said some interesting things in the promo

Vasco Dias: He was bitter.

{ Andrew and Steve look at each other from across the ring. Both seem to stand their ground, starring each other down.}

Terri Morasco: With the amount of history these two have together I have no doubt things are going to get started hard and fast.

Vasco Dias: I for one look forward to it.

{ The bell rings and Steve springs out with a running knee lift to the stomach. Andrew staggers back slightly.}

Terri Morasco: Steve starting things off here.

Vasco Dias: He wants to take AJ down quick. It’s a good strategy.

{ Andrew hits Steve with a snap suplex into the corner. He follows up with a running dropkick knocking Steve down.}

Vasco Dias: Andrew getting back on his feet.

Terri Morasco: Steve may know everything Andrew hasbut the same is true the other way around.

Vasco Dias: I mean…not everything I hope?

{Steve hits AJ with a swinging neckbreaker. Steve goes for a quick pin attempt
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Kick out.}

Vasco Dias: Steve’s early pin attempt.

Terri Morasco: A little too early.

{ steve backs up as Andrew charges at him and hits him with a high leg clothesline.}

Terri Morasco: Steve getting control again.

Vasco Dias: He has the reputation to get things done in the ring.

{ Andrew counters with a Russian legsweep. Andrew bumpsup and hits Steve with a Gutwrench backbreaker.}

Vasco Dias: Andrew’s getting momentum.

Terri Morasco: This could be bad for Steve.

{ Andrew hits Steve with a Hat Trick of rolling german suplexes.}

Terri Morasco: This is going in a very Andrew direction here…

{ Andrew lets Steve get back to his feet, Andrew is about to go in for a sharpshooter when steve hits him with a superkick.}

Terri Morasco: Oh!

Vasco Dias: This could be the turning point.

{ Steve hits AJ with Two running elbows.}

Terri Morasco: Steve taking it back!

Vasco Dias: Oooh,we haven’t seen this in a while.

{ With a smile steve Two running elbows.}

Vasco Dias: Will he be able to finish this?

Terri Morasco: Only time will tell.

{ He gets up runs to the opposite side of the ring and comes back with a senton
splash.}

Vasco Dias: Here we go

{Steve does a bounce from the ropes and a slow cocky strut to the
middle where he drops an elbow in a model pose as he goes for a pin and the fans take
a bunch of pictures.}

Vasco Dias: Less poses more pinning.

Terri Morasco: We’ll see if he wasted time.

{The ref gets in position
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KICK OUT!}

Terri Morasco: That was close!

Vasco Dias: Super close!

{ Steve grits his teeth but gets up and hits a Running DDT to keep Andrew down.}

Vasco Dias: Can he do it?

Terri Morasco: It looks like he can!

{ Steve climbs onto the turnbuckle, looking down at Andrew.}

Terri Morasco: could this be it?

Vasco Dias: Can Steve be in the position to win this match?

{ Steve moves his hair out of his face as he looks over the crowd, they cheer as he prepares for a WRATH OF THE DRAGON when suddenly he takes a bat to the back and falls into the ring. The camera pans to show someone in a purge like mask and a The Pack shirt standing on the outside with the bat. ‘HEY STEVE, HOW’S LIFE?”}

Terri Morasco: NO!

{The masked person flips the bat and catches it in his hand motioning at Andrew. Andrew rushes to Steve to see if he is okay while the ref motions to the time keeper.}

Terri Morasco: No!

Alison Valance: Winner due to disqualification… Steve AWESOME!

Terri Morasco: Can you believe The Pack interfered?

Vasco Dias: I mean…Do we know that’s The Pack?

{ Andrew looks angrily at the person who blows a kiss, ‘TELL ETHAN I SAID HI!’ before turning around and exiting the ring.}


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SEGMENT
The StrongStyle Gauntlet

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{Warren is sat on a folded chair backstage, looking slightly off camera as he begins to talk, never actually looking at the camera but more as if he was looking at someone to the side of it instead.}

Warren Kane: What can I say about my opponents for the StrongStyle Gauntlet match that I haven’t already? There’s my old friend Andrew Jacobsen, who was so happy to talk about how much he wanted to help me, but when it came to putting those words into action? Fell flat, like all the promises he’s made. There’s three, not just one, but three members of “Being InFamous” in the match up...and I’m supposed to be okay with that? Why don’t we just hand them the title so they can circle jerk with it? I don’t like James Gilmore - never have. I don’t like Steve Awesome, he’s a shallow toolbag, and I’ve said more than I probably should have about Rob Diamond this past week…..but if I’m honest?

{Now Warren turns to face the camera, his eyes almost alight with passion.}

Warren Kane: They’re all just in the way. Not even in the way of the championship, to me? As honoured as I would be to be the StrongStyle Champion? For me...it’s more personal. This path, for some reason, now leads me directly to Uriel Black. Uriel had a good time kicking me around, beating me down, and making me look foolish in front of the entire world, and most importantly, in front of Dean Harper….

{Warren rises from his chair and approaches the camera.}

Warren Kane: So now it’s time for some vengeance. Time for an awakening, and it’s very fitting, oh so fitting that this is for the StrongStyle belt...because that is exactly how I’m going to hit come Mediocre Canadian Bash.I’m going to knock every single one of you out, and I’m going to make Uriel Black beg me to stop...and when I’m done? I’ll hold the StrongStyle belt in the air, for me, for Dean, and for The Pack!

{Warren lunges forwards and knocks the camera over and it cuts. We then cut to James Gilmore...who, standing in front of a mirror, looks to be missing something quite valuable to him… }

James Gilmore: MY BEEEEEAAAARD!!!!! WHAT THE CRAP HAPPENED TO MY BEARD!?! BOGUS!!!

{ The Islander alum looks petrified as he gazes at the mirror...before realizing why the camera’s actually pointed at him. }

James Gilmore: Wha--?! Oh yes, the Strongstyle Gauntlet. It’s funny, mmainly ‘cuz some dudes are already up in arms about me bein’ in this thing with the rest of my Bein’ Infamous compadres. Listen slicks...Rob and Steve have just as much of a chance of winnin’ this thing as I do--not to mention Warren, Andrew and Uriel. The truth is…

{ James plunks himself down on a black swivel chair and opens up a can of Orange-Vanilla Coke. }

James Gilmore: ...we ALL know that the Strongstyle title means just as much to the IWF community as it would to me. To be fair, Bob Pooler and Spike Kane both made this thing into a top-notch trophy, and while it would be totally radical if I won this thing, let’s make one thing clear. It ain’t about how hard ya can hit, it ain’t about thinkin’ you’re better than the competition; it’s about how hard you can GET HIT and keep on marchin’ forward, how hard you can TAKE the punishent and keep chargin’! That’s what the Strongstyle represents--see you dudes at the Bash!

{ James takes a swig from his new favorite soda of choice. We cut to Andrew sitting backstage in the trainer’s room, looking somewhat peaceful. }

Andrew Jacobsen: Endurance. Endurance is what you need in a match like this. To step in the ring with five of IWF's most talented and dangerous competitors and hope to have a ghost of a chance? You need to have more, have that extra gear, that extra bit in the tank that can take you all the way. I don't know how many of you I'll have to face, but I promise you, it won't be enough to stop me. I will be the first three-time Strong Style Champion. Now, question is...can any of you prove me wrong?

{Andrew nods and the feed cuts. We cut in on Rob Diamond seated rather gracefully in the Championship Belt replica throne of Kane with a big old smile on his face. }

Rob Diamond: Look. I respect at least some of the people who are going to be in this gauntlet match. Like, at least half of them. Or two sixths. Something along those lines. But what I do respect fully is the lineage of the StrongStyle Championship and all the great men or women *winks* who have held it over it’s varied names.

{ Women? It’s a men’s only title? }

Rob Diamond: That being said I haven’t held gold in this company since before the great purge of 2017, I think?

{ Could be accurate. }

Rob Diamond: And that being the case probably is far too long for the InFamous One to go without a G-D championship belt of his own. Look. I got this here throne from Spike and she’s hungry for more belts and I aim to feed her.

*Feed me Rob! Feed me!*

Rob Diamond: SEE!!!! So, Steve, James, I love ya guys and if it comes down to us then let’s have some fun. Warren. I’ll be seeing you later tonight. Andrew. I’ll get to you later. And Uriel? Dude. Stay the fuck away from Dean.

{ We cut out on Rob Diamond and We cut to a door opens. A camera crew walks into the locker room of Steve Awesome.}

Steve Awesome: The Hell do you want!?

{Steve stands up into an aggressive stance while still holding his unmarked drink in a styrofoam cup.}

Cameraman: We were supposed to do the Strongstyle gauntlet interview thing?

{Steve relaxes a bit as he sort of remembers that he agreed to do this.}

Steve Awesome: Ohh right. This stupid shit….

{He sighs and shakes his head. He tips the cup back and chugs the rest of it and tosses it behind him as he winces a bit from the drink. Steve walks up closer to the camera and glares.}

Steve Awesome: What more do you want me to say? I’m coming for the fuckin belt. Pure and simple.

{He shrugs his shoulders.}

Steve Awesome: I’m coming to run that gauntlet. I’m coming to outlast everyone. I will run down Warren Kane and his cute little quest. I will chop down the tree that is Uriel Black, and rest assured I will handle Andrew Jacobsen. I will take out any other fancy little surprises they decide to add in at the last minute and if it comes down to it, I will deal with Rob and James.

{He flashes that smirk of his that you hate.}

Steve Awesome: I’m going to win that championship. I’m going to add my name to the …”illustrious history” and all the “honor” and I’m going to hold it high above my head. And usher in a new era….”

{He slides his sunglasses back onto his face.}

Steve Awesome: Of Steve Style.

{He smirks and slowly turns his head passed the lens and toward the cameraman and his face drops into a sneer.}

Steve Awesome: Now get the fuck out of my face.

{Steve shoves the camera backward and he steps out of frame. And we cut to Uriel who is standing in front of a locker room, smirking.}

Uriel Black: This...this is beauty. Unlike any of you, who were handed your spots in this gauntlet out of pity, I took my spot. I worked long and HARD for it. And in just a few short weeks, I'm going to take that Strong Style Championship, no matter how many of you I have to...plow...through. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

{Uriel pushes the door open revealing it to be Dean Harper’s and winks at the camera before stepping in.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Warren Kane vs Rob Diamond

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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: Is it just me, or did Rob Diamond seem quite sympathetic to Warren this week?

Vasco Dias: Pfft it’s gotta be mind games. Rob trying to get into Warrens headspace.

Terri Morasco: I don’t know Vasco, the death of Spike Kane has had quite an impact on both these gentlemen.

{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: Whatever Rob may or may not have said this week, it doesn’t look like Warren cares.

Terri Morasco: He feels betrayed Vasco, much like his father he might do thinks people disagree with, but he still has feelings.

Vasco Dias: Feelings!? This is wrestling!

{The referee finishes his pre match check ups on both competitors as they simply stare at each other, Warren with anger on his face, and Rob looking almost blank. The referee calls for the bell and Rob slowly walks to the middle of the ring, his head held low, before he looks up and looks Warren in the eyes and extends his hand, a buzz begins to build in the crowd as Warren steps towards Rob, his eyes never leaving Robs.}

Vasco Dias: Oh come on, get to the fighting already!

Terri Morasco: Have some humanity. Rob is trying to make amends!

Vasco Dias: No better way to do that than take a punch to the face.

{Warren slowly gets closer, tilting his head a little as he approaches Rob. Slowly Warren lifts his right hand, looking at it and then slowly beginning to extend it towards Rob Diamond before sending a huge slap across the face of Diamond with his left hand instead! The crowd “ooh” as Rob staggers a little from the slap and Warren huffs like a bull ready to charge.}

Vasco Dias: Well, I mean a slap isn’t quite a punch, but it’s a step in the right direction.

{Rob raises a hand to his face in shock but Warren just launches at him and takes him down with a lou thez press before absolutely wailing on Rob Diamond. The two tangle on the floor, but Rob is just trying to block Warrens blows and not actually throwing any punches. Warren Kane literally roars with anger as he fires blow after blow, eventually climbing up off of Rob who has been doing a very good job of blocking the punches. Warren stomps to his feet and turns to stalk Rob Diamond.}

Terri Morasco: Oh my word, what an explosion of rage from Warren Kane there!?

Vasco Dias: That’s more like it!

{Rob staggers to his feet, a little loopy after the attack. Behind him Warren cracks his neck before crotch chopping aggressively in Rob Diamonds direction, and as Rob slowly turns around Warren lunges forwards and hits Rob Diamond with the DIAMOND CUTTER! The crowd go absolutely ballistic as Warren slides in for the cover and the referee jumps over Rob’s body to see the shoulders before counting…..ONE! …...TWO! ….-ROB DIAMOND KICKS OUT!}

Terri Morasco: Warren Kane just stole Rob Diamonds own finisher!

Vasco Dias: Yeah, but he must not have got all of it, because Rob kicked out! I guess maybe because Rob has honed his craft for years whereas Warren just stole it to be a dick. Which was funny.

{Inside the ring Warren is on his knees, annoyed the Rob kicked out, whereas Rob is laying on the mat but with one arm firmly in the air and his eyes looking all shook about what Warren just did. In a flash Warren grabs Rob by his hair and drags him to his feet and throws him through the middle ropes and to the ground. The ref tries to argue with Warren, but Warren shoves him aside and rolls out after Rob. He drags Rob to his feet, staring into his face before hurling him into the steel steps.}

Vasco Dias: Warren is really working himself through his rage here. I personally can not get enough of it.

Terri Morasco: But Rob apoligized for what he’s done.

Vasco Dias: Words don’t make everything better.

{Rob struggles to get back to his feet. As he staggers Warren comes rushing in with a KIDD KICK knocking Rob back into the post.}

Terri Morasco: OW!

Vasco Dias: Warren isn’t letting up by anything.

{Warren drags Rob by the hair back into the ring and pins him.
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Alison Valance: winner… Warren Kane!