IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice March 29 2020

IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice March 29 2020 Mar 31, 2020 17:30:45 GMT

Post by Jess Fowler on Mar 31, 2020 17:30:45 GMT

Monday Night Sacrifice
March 29th 2020
Centennial Hall Wrocław Poland

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BREAKING NEWS

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{ IWF is interrupted by the IWF News logo with an urgent broadcast as we open up on a newsroom where Dirk Manly and Maria Lopez sit side by side. }

Dirk Manly: Good evening everybody. I regret that I must interfere with your regular broadcasting schedule to make an urgent announcement.

{ Dirk adjusts his lazily draped tie. }

Dirk Manly: A week ago, I, a purely neutral and objective bystander, was ruthlessly assaulted and forced to endure vicious acts of violence against my person during the so-called IWF “Roulette” by an insurgent going by the name of “Abraxes.” I think we can all agree that such acts constitute a severe violation of the Geneva Convention which strictly protects non-combatants from any acts of violence, this is not something I can take lightly. This violent attack on free speech must not be left unpunished.

{ Dirk clears his throat emotionally. }

Dirk Manly: I am hereby declaring that Abraxes ought to be registered as an enemy of the corporation for his vile acts of terror against my person, to which I expect a response from IWF management within the week. We cannot allow people of his… ilk, to divide us. I urge IWF to do the right thing and proclaim Abraxes a dirkus hostis generis, that’s an Enemy of all Dirks for you morons in the crowd…

Maria Lopezy: Wait a minute… you can’t be serious, that’s a term normally reserved for pirates…

Dirk Manly: If they refuse to do so, IWF News will take swift action. If IWF fail to protect independent journalism from this disgusting overreach and act of terror, we will, effective from Open Fight Night, be offering a bounty for Abraxes to extract restitution for his heinous crimes!

Maria Lopezy: Do we even have the budget for a bounty?

Dirk Manly: I am willing to furlough your wages, Lopez, for the sake of the noble institution of free press! I will hear no more about this! You have one week! I demand satisfaction.
Have an unpleasant evening, IWF.

{ With that Dirk makes a cutting motion with his hand, but the feed keeps rolling. }

Dirk Manly: That should place a rocket up their asses, there’s got to be some greedy moron backstage willing to take out Abraxes for me.

Maria Lopezy: Erm… Dirk…

Dirk Manly: After all, how hard can it be? Have you seen the guy? He looks like Pennywise’s mutated son, didn’t anybody tell him that 2016 want’s its clichés back? What a freak. What are you waving at me like that for Lopez? We’re still on air!?

{ Dirk turns slowly to look at the camera, grins nervously before leaping up and running off camera, his chair flying behind him as we go to a commercial break. }

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SINGLES MATCH

Nick Knight vs Phillip Deforrest

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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

Terri Morasco: This is Nick’s second match within the company after his display at High Stakes.

Vasco Dias: He did pretty okay there.

{The opening chords of “Momma Said Knock You Out” hits over the arena sound system as Nick Knight steps onto the entrance ramp. “The Hollywood Butcher” is showered with boos from the fans that at another time in another place adored him. Dressed in old school black trunks with and blackt-shirt that reads Uber Heel in purple . Nick slowly moves towards the ring some fans on the aisle still reach to high five the once fan favorite, but they do not exist in Knight’s world. He is 100% focused on the battle ahead of him and never looks out from beneath the trademark towel draped over his head.}

Alison Valance: First down to the ring, Nick Knight!

Terri Morasco: He certainly has something to prove here.

Vasco Dias: Everyone does.

{As ‘final countdown starts’ Phillip walks heroricly from the back, strikes a pose, then runs into the ring to take his place in the ring}

Alison Valance: Next down to the ring.. Phillip deforest!

Terri Morasco: He’s… you know, here.

Vasco Dias: Shortest time in the roulette.

{As soon as the bell ring Nick unleashes with a German Suplex followed by a Dragon Suplex and a LA LA Land Suplex.}

Terri Morasco: Nick is just going to town.

{Phillip gets back up and hits Nick with a spear followed by a Kneelift and a Face Crusher.}

Vasco Dias: Phillip not going down without a fight.

{Nick Low blow Phillip.}

Terri Morasco: Ouch.

Vasco Dias: Yikes.

{The Ref yells at Nick and calls for the bell.}

Alison Valance: And the winner due to disqualification is Phillip Deforrest!

{Phillip is still curled in a ball in the middle of the ring.}

Terri Morasco: That was unexpected.

Vasco Dias: Little weird too.

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And the Winner of the 2020 Roulette is?

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{ The slow build to the Orchestra version of Dimmu Borgir’s Gateways plays as we are taken to one week ago at High Stakes and the 2020 Roulette. }

Terri Morasco: Caleb could eliminate both men left in the ring and become the winner.

Vasco Dias: But picking one leaves him open for the other to recover.

{Caleb turns on Warren and hits him with a CURBSTOMP.}

Vasco Dias: Caleb picked his target.

Terri Morasco: Which means turning his back on Angel.

Vasco Dias: Warren has been in the match longer. Better chance of keeping him from fighting back.

{Caleb picks Warren up and tosses him out of the ring onto the floor. Caleb smirks into the camera.}

Announcer: Warren Kane Eliminated!

Terri Morasco: Warren wanted to keep Caleb from winning.

Vasco Dias: Caleb looks pretty pleased with himself.

{As Caleb is turning around to pick the bones of Angel Blake, Angel hits him with a DANCE THE SPIRAL.}

Terri Morasco: That’s one of Dean Harper’s moves.

Vasco Dias: Dean Blake.

{Angel hits Caleb with THE DEADLIGHTS before tossing him like an oversized ragdoll over the top rope.}

Alison Valance: And winner of the 2020 Roulette ANGEL BLAKE!!!

{Angel stands alone in the ring as his music plays. He looks victorious but also preditory as the confetti drops around him. He points to the Night of the Immortals Sign as the IWF logo flashes on screen and the show ends… }

“I promised vengeance…”

{ The image of Angel Blake standing victorious at the end of the Roulette begins to slowly fade away as Gateways continues to play in the background. }

“I took from Caleb Lockwood that which he wanted most…”

{ As the image slowly melts away we are taken to somewhere both familiar and nearly forgotten. A dark poorly lit chamber in the belly of an old church. }

“And with this vengeance came my ascent…”

{ The murky darkness begins to melt away in the shape of a throne. }

“But my son is not yet avenged…”

{ A figure can be seen in the throne as the music begins to swell. }

“I made a promise not so long ago…”

{ As we draw closer the figure of Angel Blake can be seen sitting atop his throne of bones, his pale painted face arched into a terrible smile. }

“I said death was coming…”

{ His smile arches to an unnatural degree as he sits forward slightly. }

“For Steve Awesome…”

{ The music begins to play setting an eerie emotion. }

“Now our fates are intertwined…”

{ Purring can be heard as a sleek black panther slowly works it’s way into the shot and sits at Angels’ feet. }

“You can not run from me…”

{ The panther begins to purr loudly as Angel reaches down to pat it on the head. }

“We will meet with your-”

{ Angel is cut off mid sentence by- }

“REGRETS! I'VE GOT MINE!!!”

{Full of Regret by Danko Jones starts blasting through the speakers. The IWF World Champion comes storming out onto the stage. He already has a microphone and he begins speaking as the music fades.}

Steve Awesome: Wooooow. Is this how it’s going to be for two whole months? Just Angel Blake surrounded by his damn Halloween USA props droning on and on about my immoral soul?

{Steve climbs into the ring and faces the Roulette winner on the tron.}

Steve Awesome: Seriously, Blake, if you are going to just play up this whole omnipotent magical being gimmick the whole time then you can just cancel the makeup lady now. You can just save your breath, and your production money. I don’t buy your bullshit, Blake. I don’t care what type of spooky imagery you doctor up in the editing room, I know God isn’t real.

{Steve steps forward glaring right into the image of Angel with a devil may care attitude.}

Steve Awesome: Because if he was? He would have taken me down long ago.

{Steve paces in the ring as the mixed reaction from the crowd waves through the arena.}

Steve Awesome: Here’s the thing Angel. You can call yourself whatever you want. In your fun little magical world you can be the God, I'll become Alaina Morrisettes bike seat. We both live happily ever after. I don’t give a shit. Because I choose to live in the real world. I choose to live in reality. And in reality, Angel Blake, in the real world…”

{Steve turns back and faces the screen and points to his chest with a smirk.}

Steve Awesome: In my world….

{Steve points to the screen. He points at Angel.}

Steve Awesome: You're just a guy in face paint.

{Steve shrugs, not very whelmed by the situation at all.}

Steve Awesome: To me Angel, you are the same white dude with dreadlocks that would cut promos in church because he wanted to be scary and intimidating. You are the same pathetic creep you were when I kicked your ass and defended the ncw championship against you over ten years ago.”

{Steve laughs and shakes his head.}

Steve Awesome: Now, the only difference is, the production team you use to film your promos gets half your paycheck. You got all this smoke and mirrors, and a…”

{He finger quotes with his free hand.}

Steve Awesome: “throne of bones”.....

{Steve lifts up his sunglasses and squints.}

Steve Awesome: ...and do I see a panther!?

{Steve sighs and shakes his head.}

Steve Awesome: I bet if you just admitted you had a tiny dick you’d probably be a lot more rich.

{Angel glares at Steve and flames shoot out of the corners of the ring but Steve doesn’t look impressed.}

Steve Awesome: Oh wow, four pyros that shoot from each turnbuckle post? Pretty sure I’ve used that in my entrances before. Doug is a good pyro guy.

{Steve slowly pulls his sunglasses off and glares up at the screen.}

Steve Awesome: Look Blake, you don’t scare me. You may have the others fooled but not me. There are two months until May Twenty Fourth Night of the Immortals Seven. And for two straight months you are going to ramble incoherently about my demise. You are going to use your imagery and production to imply that my death is coming for me. For two straight months you can say what you need to say, do what you need to do. Make these people believe in your prophecies, use your explosions and all your little props. Do whatever you gotta do to make yourself feel like a big strong god with a long, mighty, penetrating wrath, for two months.

{Steve smirks.}

Steve Awesome: But on May Twenty Fourth….I’m gonna kick your tiny dick having ass back into reality!

{The crowd pops and ohhhhs real loud.}

Steve Awesome: I’m gonna defend the world title against you on the greatest Night of the year, just like I did over a decade ago in nCw.

{ Angel simply smiles. }

“For your sake…”

{ He says through a toothy grin. }

“You better be right…”

{ The image of Angel sitting upon his throne fades out with Steve still in the ring, chuckling to himself. }

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SINGLES MATCH

Locke vs Adel Trevant

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Lord knows the devil don't sleep,
He never shuts his eyes,
You never hear him creepin'... heh...

{ The gentle melody of the song begins to play through the PA; fog is filling the stage at the same time that the lights dim down. The lighting hues change to a pale green as Locke emerges from behind the curtains sporting his traditional sly smirk, his head slightly lowered so as to hide his eyes under the brim of his hat his thumbs tucked into his belt. }

He's at your door, don't let him in,
He'll lie, he'll steal, he'll kill, he'll win

{ Locke walks down the ramp tipping his hat to the fans as he walks past them before shifting to his left and walking to and up the steel steps by the ring. He walks along the apron gliding his fingertips across the top rope while looking out at the crowd and stopping near the middle. He lifts his head to let his eyes peer into the camera in that direction, and out to the crowd, his smirk turning to a devilish grin joined by a slight chuckle before finally leaning down to step between the top and middle ropes, using his hand to keep his hat on. Upon getting into the ring he strides across, pounding his arm to his chest before stretching them out with his fingers extended out in a finger gun and throwing his head back. He holds the pose for a moment before dropping his arms and removing his hat and coat to hand them to the ring crew. He looks down at his shoes and kicks them on top of each other to get the dust off before ensuring his necklace is fastened tightly. He waits for the match to begin. Adel is already in the ring. }

Terri Morasco: Locke is the newest addition to IWF and he made a very impressive debut at High Stakes!

Vasco Dias: I love this kid. He’s got a great upside, young, talented and bad ass!

Terri Morasco: Adel may be in for a real fight tonight!

{ The match started off at a quick pace with Locke hitting Adel right off the bat with a Lou Tez press and a good old fashioned pummel. Locke took a moment to rejoice in the cheers of the crowd as Adel recovered and very nearly got the upper hand but Locke ducked a clothesline attempt and connect with his own open fisted combo that ended with an elevated elbow to the forehead. Locke would connect with a European upper but and spinning back elbow combination that almost got him the three but Adel managed to kick out. }

Vasco Dias: This has been almost all Locke since the beginning!

Terri Morasco: Locke is putting on a clinic tonight against Adel Trevant!

{ Adel would get back to his feet only for Locke to send him to the ropes, Locke would get a bounce off as well and collide with Adel in the center of the ring with Fenrir’s Howl! Locke lets out a howl of his own afterward and prepares his finish maneuver but Adel has just enough energy to roll out of the ring! }

Vasco Dias: Smart move by the veteran, Adel!

Terri Morasco: Adel needs to catch his breath and get his head back in this.

{ Locke goes to leave the ring but the referee, Blue Shoes, stops him. Adel gets back to his feet when suddenly another Locke appears from under the ring! The Locke in the ring continues to keep Blue Shoes’ attention as the second Locke hits a stunned Adel Trevan with a Gunslinger DDT! The second Locke rolls Adel back into the ring and disappears back under it! }

Vasco Dias: We saw Locke use these doppelgangers in the Roulette!

Terri Morasco: That’s got to be cheating!?

Vasco Dias: Only if you get caught.

{ Adel is out and Locke moves around Blue Shoes and hits Adel with DIRT ON MY BOOTS! Locke makes the cover, hooking both of Adel’s legs for a deep pin and Blue Shoes makes the count. 1! 2! 3!!! }

Vasco Dias: Locke picks up his first of what I assume will be many wins here in IWF!

Terri Morasco: Impressive, though I don’t think he needed the help to win!

{ Locke stands up with his arms raised as we head to a commercial break. }

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Ethan King is back and targeting Rob Diamond, but why?

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{As commercial ends, camera comes up on a media intern sitting in the middle of the ring across from an empty chair.}

media intern: “Ladies and Gentlemen… it is my pleasure to announce that I have an interview tonight. An interview with a man who I deeply enjoy, who has been away from the ring for far too long – at least, that is, before his triumphant return during the Roulette. Ladies and Gentlemen… Ethan King!!”

{Emperor’s New Clothes hits as the lights dim… but there’s no special lighting display or fanfare. Instead all that happens is a man appears backlit at the top of the ramp, staggering forward as the crowd bursts into a mix of cheers and boos… before it becomes clear that something isn’t right. As the figure steps away from the bright lights behind him, its clear that he is a man in a straightjacket, staggering blindly, unable to see through the black bag pulled tightly over his head. A printed picture of Rob Diamond lashed to his face with rubber bands.

A number of security personnel rush to his side, helping him out of the mask and jacket. It’s a backstage attendant, gasping for breath and sweating profusely as the sound of laughter echoes through the arena. The Imperatron flickers to life, showing Ethan King, looking haggard, gaunt, and unshaved, with wild eyes as he stares into the camera with a manic grin. There is darkness around him, seeming illuminated only be the camera light of a handheld camcorder.}

Ethan King: “OH HEY ‘DERE BUD, HOW YA BE?”

{The intern looks up at the ‘tron, looking troubled.}

media intern: “Ethan… this is… you seem different. What was the point of dressing that man up as Rob and sending him out here like that?”

Ethan King: *giggling* “Well I ran out of REAL ones, see. I wanted to make a STATEMENT, given that I was gonna be all up on your DELICIOUS little show. But then I found out that apart from OUR Rob all the other Robs were either dead or in Witness RobTection. So what was I to do? I had to improvise. Not my best work, but… well, an artist is only as good as his materials, and your company so often seems to hire absolute pieces of shit.”

media intern: “Um. Right. Well. I wanted to talk to you about your attack on Rob Diamond during the Roulette last week. As a former Roulette winner, many people were surprised that you didn’t try to continue fighting in the match. Would you care to comment on why you did it?”

Ethan King: “Easy. Because the Roulette match was BORING. Win it once, and then it’s like fucking a dead fish – enough to catch someone else’s attention, but an altogether underwhelming thing to experience first hand. Of all the things that night to stick my dick into, Rob Diamond was by FAR the right choice for my… lusts.”

media intern: “Did you mean that to sound so sexual?”

Ethan King: “Does the pope tacitly endorse systemic pedophilia through inaction?”

media intern: “Ah. Right. So, um. Is this thing with Rob Diamond just because he took your championship belt?”

{Ethan gives a parking peal of laughter}

Ethan King: “Oh, you’d be tickled PINK if it were that simple. No. Noooo. In the end, this has almost… ALMOST… nothing to do with Rob Diamond. He, he didn’t do this to me. He wasn’t the one who cast me into the oubliette and leave me counting, counting, counting – forgetting the now and focusing wholly on the was’ and the what-wills. No, that belongs to another. Another who I will make suffer the way she made me suffer. Rob Diamond is simply what he always was – a tool. I am going to shred Rob Diamond with my teeth because it will make someone else hurt more than it will hurt him. I’ma take him. I’ma break him. And I’m gonna make a lady cry and cry and cry. Make HER now an unbearable torment. Make HER now an oubliette – but leave this one surrounded by doors. Doors upon doors upon doors that she cannot bear to open. A prison of her own making where she is her own gatekeeper, locked forever in what might be but won’t and what was but will never be again.”

media intern: “I’m… not sure I follow. Ethan, you seem like you’re not doing so well. What happened to you?”

{Ethan’s demeanor snaps to viciously aggressive in a heartbeat.}

Ethan King: “If you can’t follow then you’re NOT FIT to be a part of the HERD. You’re just not LISTENING. If you were LISTENING then you would KNOW. If you were WATCHING then you would SEE. Instead you’re just… limping along, having gouged your eyes out on the crown of thorns that is your privilege of being sperate from the violence. You watch and you watch, always nagging, always laughing, always mocking, always talk-talk TALKING. BIBBLING about like a bird. A little annoying bird that WON’T. SHUT. UP. Like a crow. No. No no. Not a crow. A Robin. A little puffed up Robin always showing off your chest. So, little Robin… how about a Joke?”

{The intern is looking a little concerned.}

media intern: “Uh… yeah. Sure, Ethan. What’s the joke?”

Ethan King: “What do you get when you sit over a place that’s hollow enough for madmen to lurk?”

{Ethan laughs psychotically before the camera feed cuts short. Then, suddenly, A trap door opens in the ring behind the intern, And Ethan springs out with a golden crowbar in hand. He is wearing a tattered, dark purple suit with matching pants – though the suit jacket is open over a bare chest.}

Ethan King: “YOU GET THE SHIT BEAT OUT OF YOU!”

{Ethan swings savagely with the crowbar, knocking the intern to the ground. Laughing with insane, unleashed, furious joy, he drops blow after blow on the helpless man, targeting the head and the legs until the intern is lying motionless on the floor. Finally he stops, frowning as he paces around the motionless man at his feet.

Ethan King: "Oh, now come on, why aren't you laughing?" {He shrugs} "Ah, whatever. I guess you had to be there."

{Ethan giggles merrily, picking up the mic and raising it to his lips as he brandishes the Crowbar towards the ramp.}

Ethan King: “WILL THE REAL ROB DIAMOND PLEASE STAND UP?! I’M GONNA MAKE YOU WRITHE UNDERNEATH ME AND BEG-BEG-BEG FOR RELEASE! Oh, and every day that passes when I don’t GET what I WANT? People are gonna get HURT. TIME TO STOP LIVING IN THE NOW, ROBBIE-O. Now’s the time for you to be living in DREAD of the WHAT IS TO BE. Tick tock. Ticky Ticky Tock Tock! Ticky ticky ticky tickyyy-hee HEE HEE HA AHAA HAA HAA HAAA!!!”

{Security rushes the ring, and Ethan drops the mic as he leaps over the ropes and flees into the audience, his unhinged laughter echoing through the arena as attendants hurry to the intern's side.}

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SINGLES MATCH

Nighthawk vs Ducky Thomlinson

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Alison Valance: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute time limit.”

{As the opening lines of “Are You Ready (Island Style Intro)” by Minmi boom out over the sound system, Nighthawk walks out carefully with his face covered by an orange-and-white hood and looks at the sold-out crowd with a happy smile on his face that slowly fades as he gets himself into the zone. Walking to the ring carefully, his hands hitting the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row, the Hawaiian calmly ascends the top turnbuckle on the outside before removing his hood and raising one finger above his head and then moving to his corner where he removes his jacket and allows the referee to check him for foreign objects.}

Alison Valance: “Introducing first, from Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 205 pounds, please welcome…. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’….. ‘The Wrestling Genius’ Nighthawk!”

{‘Fight for your right’ comes on, Ducky jumps out, DABS for the crowd and runs into the ring}

Alison Valance: “His opponent, from Glen Cove, NY and weighing in at 223 pounds….. Ducky Tomlinson!”

Terri Morasco: “After a TREMENDOUS performance at High Stakes where he started at #2 and ended up in the final five, Nighthawk makes his return to singles competition against Ducky Tomlinson. You have to think the ‘Wrestling Genius’ is looking forward to this, and whatever the match will be for the newly-created Television championship.”

Vasco Dias: “Ducky Tomlinson has become popular, and no one really understands why. Tonight, if he wants to beat someone with the skills of Nighthawk, he better have spent every day getting into the best shape he can. Because if he isn’t, Nighthawk will eat him alive.”

{As the referee rings the bell Ducky Tomlinson rushes Nighthawk who quickly responds with a lightning-fast tilt-a-whirl armdrag right into a deep armbar, the Hawaiian quickly beginning to transition into a wristlock while still keeping the arm barred. Cranking back on the wrist Nighthawk is nonetheless amused when Ducky uses his free hand to roll to his feet and attempt to spin out, forcing Nighthawk to simply release the wrist and instead lock in a tight standing cravate as the Long Islander flails to get out of the hold before grabbing for the ropes. Shaking out his arm, and loosening the muscles in his neck, Ducky Tomlinson looks deeply offended at being outwrestled so thoroughly to start but nonetheless goes right back to the collar-and-elbow lockup only to get caught with a gorgeous over-the-shoulder armdrag right into a fujiwara armbar. Grabbing desperately for the ropes as Nighthawk sinks in the hold deeper and deeper Ducky frantically scrambles and tries to find the way out, only to be forced to tap out when he can’t escape the hold.}

Alison Valance: “The winner of the match….. via submission….. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’….. ‘The Wrestling Genius’ Nighthawk!”

Terri Morasco: “Wow. We’ve seen Ducky Tomlinson a lot, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone run through him like Nighthawk just did. If this is the Nighthawk who’s returning to IWF competition, the rest of the roster better be on high alert.”

Vasco Dias: “This Nighthawk looks like a real threat, I agree. But when his competition improves, will he still be this dangerous? Because if the answer is yes, he has to be considered a favorite to win the Television Title that was announced earlier tonight.”

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Almir isn't happy about the Roulette

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{ We open on an overhead shot of the Sayed Estate located in the hills over looking San Francisco bay. Slowly we are taken to within the home of the heroic Almir Sayed where we find him standing in his own personal ring in his own personal gym wearing the finest medical mask money can buy. }

Almir Sayed: A crime took place at High Stakes, a crime that will not go unpunished!

{ He says as he begins to pace. }

Almir Sayed: MY spot in the main event of Night of the Immortals was stolen from me! Then MY spot in the first ever World Television title match was stolen from me! Then MY SAFETY was stolen from me! All at the hands of one man.

{ Almir says as he holds up an index finger. }

Almir Sayed: Nighthawk.

{ He feigns spitting, because obviously the mask would stop it. }

Almir Sayed: Nighthawk not only STOLE from me my place atop the mountain of IWF but he put my own health and safety on the line by exposing me to the disgusting people in the crowd! It has already been made clear to me that Roberto Verona cares not for the safety of his talents or the dregs who pay to see us but to see such disrespect from a fellow combatant? I am appalled.

{ Almir leans against the ropes. }

Almir Sayed: It is with my health and safety in mind that from now until this plague has subsided I will strictly be wrestling hand picked talents from the Southern California area that I can screen for sickness within the confines of my immaculately cleaned gymnasium!

{ Almir shows off his lavish surroundings. }

Almir Sayed: And it will be during this time that I will hone my body and my mind for an eventual confrontation with the derelict known as Nighthawk. You will rue the day you stole from the Chosen One! RUE!!

{ With that the feed fades out on Almir’s home estate and then to a commercial break. }

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TAG TEAM MATCH

1000 word limit

Caleb Lockwood and Abraxes vs James Gilmore and Jack Ferriman

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[DING-DING-DING!!!]

{ Caleb Lockwood and Jack Ferriman locked up to start this tag-team match. Both men showcased their differing styles with neither gaining an advantage early on. Abraxes was seen staring daggers into James Gilmore, who had been feeling under the weather for the past several days, as he observed his partner kicked the former Pack member Lockwood in the ribs before sending him for the ride. Caleb bounces off the ropes and eats a big boot for dinner! Eventually, Jack pulls Caleb to a vertical base before taking him down with a pair of belly-to-back suplexes--getting a two-count in the process. }

Terri Morasco: We apologize for a few technical issues folks, but this match is well underway with Caleb and Abraxes taking on JJ and Jack!

Vasco Dias: Poor Gilmore, he don’t look like he’s feelin’ too good…

Terri Morasco: We understand that JJ’s been dealing with a nasty cold. Give him props though, he’s here and ready for action!

Vasco Dias: Shoot, I wouldn’t wanna wrestle if I was sick!

{ Caleb tags Abraxes in, and the latter goes right to work on Jack! He displays his own brand of power-wrestling by hammering Ferriman with several hard elbows to the head while in the corner. Blue Shoes counts to four before Abraxes rears back and nearly DECAPITATES his victim with a short-armed clothesline! The Islander alum, his face looking a bit pale from whatever allergies he’s been suffering from, can only watch as Caleb and Abraxes put the double-team boots to his partner in the corner! Abraxes, chuckling with a Joker-esque glee on his mug, shoots Jack into the ropes and hits him with a big back body drop. After connecting with a fall-away slam, Abraxes covers but only gets a count of two as JJ broke up the pin! }

Vasco Dias: Gilmore’s not takin’ this match lightly!

Terri Morasco: Despite the cold, I don’t think he’s lost a step!

{ Blue Shoes folds his arms as all four men wind up in the ring at the same time! Eventually, Gilmore--after Jack tagged him in--shows the crowd why he was the two-time StrongStyle champ! Caleb is caught unaware as JJ applies a trio of snap suplexes before going for a high cross-body off the third buckle that scores him a two-count as well! But Caleb--showing off his unhinged personality--wails on James with some clubbing elbows to the noggin before connecting with a powerful running somersault neckbreaker that gets him a two-count as well! All four men wind up trading punches in the ring again before Jack and Abraxes become the two legal men! }

Terri Morasco: Both these teams are really giving it their best!

Vasco Dias: Who wants it more?!

{ With JJ and Caleb keeping each other busy on the arena floor, Abraxes places Jack into position for his dreaded CONSIGN TO DREAM! After executing the move flawlessly, Abraxes goes for the pin… }

1…!

2…!!

{ James disengages from Caleb and tries to hop into the ring to break up the three-count, but alas he’s a millisecond too late as Blue Shoes counts to… }

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

{ Call Me Karizma’s “Monster (Under My Bed)” begins to play as Abraxes and Caleb celebrate. }

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Steve Awesome doesn't care who won the Roulette

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{The IWF SeXtreme Champion of the world; Steve Awesome storms down the hallway. After his war of words with Angel Blake earlier he definitely wasn’t very happy. Steve mumbles to himself about fancy theatrics when suddenly Steve passes Jayson Matthews, a former three time extreme champion, in the hallway.}

Jayson Matthews: Yo Steve...I wouldn’t underestimate Angel if I were you.

{Steve stopped in his tracks and spun around and got ibro the face of the man who was once called the heart and soul of IWF; Jayson Matthews.}

Steve Awesome: Why? Because he’s a spooky monster out to eat my soul?

{Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head.}

Steve Awesome: Give me a break. He’s no “god”. Monsters don’t scare me. He’s no God, he’s just a man who paints his face.

{Mandi Matthews’ younger brother, Jayson Matthews just smiled and shrugged.}

Jayson Matthews: Hey, you know what? You might be right. Maybe Angel is all theatrics and smoke and mirrors and maybe you do see right past that. But underneath all that, there is still a great wrestler. And to be honest, I don’t think you are ready for the challenge.

{Steve steps forward, he goes to grab his world title belt as a means to dispute but Jayson cuts him off.}

Jayson Matthews: And I know, I know, you are the world champion. You have technically defended the right to call yourself champion, twelve times. That technically makes you the most defended champion in IWF history. You’ve beaten some pretty good guys to get where you are.

{Jayson hesitates first a moment then sighs.}

Jayson Matthews: But look at you man, you are hanging on by a thread. You may look like you are in shape, but anyone who understands health and fitness and the science of working out can tell your body is unraveling. And it’s not just because of old age and wear and tear.

{Jayson stabs his pointer finger into the champs chest.}

Jayson Matthews: It’s because of the drinking problem.

{Steve goes to argue but Jayson cuts him off.}

Jayson Matthews: No no, you can claim that you are the champ until you're blue in the face, but I bet that if I got into the ring against you for that belt….I could expose your drunk ass and show everyone your weaknesses.

{Steve smirks and cracks his neck.}

Steve Awesome: Is that so? How’s this for a weakness?

{Steve buries a boot into the gut of Jayson and slams him headfirst into a stack of shipping crates. Jayson falls into the wreckage and Steve lays stomps into the gut of Jayson until security rush the scene and break it up.}

Steve Awesome: Did that feel weak?

{Steve gives one last stomp to the head before security finally separates the two.}

Sabin / Madjinn: I hereby request a notion that the TV championship records be retired, and thus, the Gladiators Championship starts anew! That way J-TV will never break my record! Jun 10, 2024 17:11:47 GMT

J-TV: It's gonna be a cold day in hell before you take this TV Title away from me. I bet I look damned good with two belts though. Jun 10, 2024 10:02:08 GMT