Monday Night Sacrifice
Open Fight Night
April 13th 2020
Laugardalshöllin ReykjavĂk Iceland
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SINGLES MATCHLocke vs Ducky Thomlinson------------------------------------
{âFight for your rightâ comes on, Ducky jumps out, DABS for the crowd and runs into the ring}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Glen Cove, New York, weighing in at 223 pounds, Ducky Tomlinson!
Terri Morasco: Ducky among the list of people who've been...touched, for lack of a better word, by Abraxes, squaring up with this newcomer Locke. What do you think his chances are?
Vasco Dias: He's beaten big names before. I can't say that he's completely out of the game. I can, however, say that he's definitely at a disadvantage here.
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
Alison Valance: And his opponent! From parts unknown, weighing in at 225 pounds, Locke!
Vasco Dias: I don't get this guy. Genuinely. He's clever, don't get me wrong. Athletic. Talented. I just...there's something strange about him, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: Locke may be one of the most fascinating new additions to the IWF roster in some time, and I think we're in agreement that there's plenty of potential there.
{ 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. }Terri Morasco: We're in for a treat with our first match of Sacrifice, two talented athletes looking to prove themselves, but only one can be victorious! Let's find out!
{The bell rings, and Ducky closes in with Locke, offering a hand for a test of strength. Locke takes one hand, but as Ducky reaches forward with the other, Locke smoothly steps under into a wristlock on the surprised Tomlinson. Ducky struggles against the hold, and Locke wrenches the arm, twisting under again and delivering an armbreaker that leaves Ducky staggering. Locke pops him with a quick jab as Ducky turns around, staggering him, and delivers a second, then a third, followed by a big European uppercut that rocks him back into the ropes. Locke shoots Ducky off, leaping and nailing a picture perfect dropkick which he follows with a cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: Pretty ideal opening from Locke here, wouldn't you agree?
Vasco Dias: He's feeling out Ducky, letting that brawling expertise he's shown take over, and it's paying dividends.
{Locke drags Ducky up in a side headlock, cranking down on the hold, and Ducky quickly backs him into the ropes, trying to shoot him off. Locke holds on, though, skidding to the middle of the ring with a shake of his head and a tut of his tongue. The momentary distraction, though, lets Ducky gather his feet underneath himself and power Locke over with a belly-to-back suplex! Ducky shakes the cobwebs out a little, measuring Locke, and delivers a few stomps to the midsection before rolling him over and locking in a camel clutch! The referee asks if Locke wants to quit, and earns a strong negative response as Locke claws his way forward, taking a moment before a surge of energy lets him stand up with Ducky still clinging to his frame!}Terri Morasco: Look at the strength on display there by Locke!
Vasco Dias: That's what you want to see out of a competitor: fitness and resolve!
{Locke snapmares Ducky off, breaking the hold, and Ducky comes up holding the ropes. Locke charges, right into a boot from Ducky, who makes for the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle. Ducky measures Locke, leaping off for a double axe handle, only to eat a boot to the gut from Locke and GUNSLINGER DDT! Locke spikes Ducky on his head, rolling him over into a pin with a grin on his face as he nods along with the count! ONE! TWO! THREE! "The Devil Don't Sleep" plays again as Locke stands up, running his hand through his hair as the bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Locke!
Terri Morasco: Quick-draw on that Gunslinger DDT, and it was lights out for Ducky Tomlinson!
Vasco Dias: Ducky's not known for his aerial aptitude, I think he got a little overambitious and it backfired in the biggest way!
Terri Morasco: Regardless of the why, a great showing for Locke here on Sacrifice, and a great way to kick off Open Fight Night!
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SINGLES MATCHNick Knight vs Angel Blake------------------------------------
{ The opening chords of âMomma Said Knock You Outâ hits over the arena sound system as Nick Knight steps onto the entrance ramp. âThe Hollywood Butcherâ 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 Knightâs world. He is 100% focused on the battle ahead of him and never looks out from beneath the trademark towel draped over his head.
âThe Hollywood Butcherâ reaches ring side and climbs onto the apron. Out of respect for the hollowed ground that his the squared circle he wipes his feet before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Ripping away the towel his stares (either across the ring or down the entry ramp) at his opponent as he bounces from foot to foot waiting for the action to start. }Terri Morasco: Nick Knight made a pretty strong debut here in IWF recently.
Vasco Dias: That match was below him!
Terri Morasco: What are you on about now?
Vasco Dias: Nick Knight is a legend in this business!
Terri Morasco: Yes, I understand heâs been around the block a few times but everyone who joins IWF has to prove their worth.
Vasco Dias: Nick Knight is one guy we should have rolled out the red carpet for.
Terri Morasco: Well IWF sure has done that with his opponent this week. Or should I say, Angel has?
Vasco Dias: Angel Blake is exactly the sort of opponent Nick Knight should be facing. Nick is a main event guy.
Terri Morasco: Well he has his chance to prove it right here, right now.
{ All the lights in the arena as the crowd starts to buzz wondering who is about to come out next. Words blaze across the screen in red fire. }
âBlessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.â
{ The opening notes of Slipknotâs âUnsainted begin to play as purple flames burn in a circle on the top of the stage. Slowly Angel Blake begins to rise from within the flames with his arms outstretched wearing a long black coat with the birthdate of his grandson embroidered on the back. As the lyrics start the lights begin to strobe red in the arena. }Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go!!!
{ The song kicks into high gear now and Angel steps out of the flames looking over to the crowd with a grin before looking toward the ring. He scowls as he begins to walk toward the ring, lifting his coat to walk up the steps. He stops on the apron and looks out toward the crowd as the song blasts. Blake throws his arms out and his head back as the arena lights go up to a blinding level. Blake turns and steps into the ring with confidence heading over to the far corner. The chorus comes back around as Angel stands up on the second turnbuckle and crosses his arms over his head in an X. Blake hops down and turns his back to the corner and waits in the ring for the match to begin. }Vasco Dias: God has returned!!!!
Terri Morasco: So youâre rooting for Angel then?
Vasco Dias: I am not rooting for anyone, Iâm just happy to see our Lord God returned to us.
Terri Morasco: Well three minutes ago you were big upping Nick Knight, so I assumed.
Vasco Dias: All I was saying is Nick Knight deserves to be in this exact position against a legend in the business.
Terri Morasco: Who youâre rooting for.
Vasco Dias: I am impartial!
{ Weâve got Grave Roberts on referee duty tonight as our opponents wait in their corners. Roberts calls for the bell and Angel explodes out of his corner hitting Nick right off the bat with Divine Justice! }Vasco Dias: Blake going with his big moves at the get go!
Terri Morasco: Nick is much bigger than Angel, he canât waste anytime.
{ Knight stumbles back and Angel then target the repaired right knee of Nick Knight with shin strikes. Angel hits him several times before Knight finally hits an exploding clothesline on Blake! }
Terri Morasco: Knight with a huge clothesline
Vasco Dias: But Angel has already found his target.
{ Nick pulls Angel up to his feet but Blake leaps up and connects with the Revelations on Nick Knight! Blake doesnât go for the cover and instead pulls Knight up and launches Nick into the corner. Angel runs in but Nick steps out and grabs Angel with a big time uranage! }Terri Morasco: Nick Knight just over powering Angel there!
Vasco Dias: So far heâs holding his own against Angel.
{ Knight turns his back on Blake to throw his arms up. Angel quickly rises and hits a nasty chop block on the right knee of Nick Knight! Angel then grabs the right leg of Knight as he lays on his back and begins to kick him in the knee about a dozen times before hitting a nasty looking rollover neck breaker type maneuver on the right leg of Nick Knight! }Vasco Dias: Angel is just dissecting the right knee of Knight!
Terri Morasco: Itâs well known in the wrestling world that Knightâs knee has undergone several surgeries.
Vasco Dias: Angel has done his homework.
{ Blake props himself up on the second rope in the corner as Nick works his way back up to his feet. Angel comes off the second rope with Divine Punishment! Angel is right back up on his feet and Nick tries to get back up but Angel hits the ropes and comes back with another Divine Justice! Angel pulls Nick up and then hits The Dragonâs Screw Leg Whip! }Terri Morasco: Nick is in a bad way here!
Vasco Dias: Angel has really taken apart that knee!
{ Blake pulls Nick up to his feet but Knight hits a gross headbutt on Blake and follows up with Non Dairy Creamer! }Terri Morasco: Nick with the half and half suplex!
{ Nick tries to press his advantage but his knee gives out on him. Angel nips up and hits Knight with a third Divine Justice! Blake pulls Nick up to his feet and connects with a Genocide Kick! Knight is down and Angel locks in the Absolution on the right leg of Nick Knight but Nick seems to be completely knocked out and Grave Roberts has no choice but to call for the bell! }Alyson Valance: Your winner, ANGEL BLAKE!!!
{ Blake gets to his feet as Grave Roberts hold his hand up. }Terri Morasco: Nick gave it his all but Blake just outsmarted him tonight.
Vasco Dias: A clash of titans to be sure.
{ Angel signals for his music to stop as he is handed a microphone. }Angel Blake: Steve AwesomeâŠ
{ Angel says as the lights begin to dim. }Angel Blake: You say you do not believe I am GODâŠ
{ Angel looks back to Nick Knight who is now being attended to by the medical staff. }Angel Blake: I askâŠ
{ Angel looks back into the hard cam. }Angel Blake: Does it matter if I am or not?
{ A terrible smile spreads across his face. }Angel Blake: Man. God. Either or. I WILL END YOUâŠ
{ The lights go out in the arena as Unsainted by Slipknot kicks in hard. When the lights return Angel is gone and the music abruptly ends as we take a commercial break. }------------------------------------
SEGMENTCaleb Lockwood wants to be the first World Television Champion------------------------------------
{We go to a pre-taped segment with Caleb Lockwood, holding a hand camera and staring into the lens with a hard expression on his face.}Caleb Lockwood: I want to be the first IWF Television Champion. Of course I do. Why? Because every single piece of leverage I have is a way for me to strike out at the people that want to see me dead and buried. Besides, if I seize that moment, who knows? Maybe the Lord will come a-knocking.
{He chuckles, cracking his knuckles and taking a deep breath as the camera view wavers slightly.}Caleb Lockwood: Everyone else in this tournament needs to know what they're up against. I'm not just a man anymore. I'm a purpose. I am a cause unto myself, and that cause is destroying everything you hold dear. The status is far too quo, and we need some blood to freshen it up. Whose blood? Good question. Maybe it'll be Tristan's. Bleed for your art, after all. Maybe it'll be Abraxes. Another monster slain to appease management. Jimmy? Blood of the lamb? Warren...my brother. I am sorry if it has to be you. Maybe it'll be the golden boy himself. Hello, Andrew. Nice for you to deign to step among the little people again. The only thing I know is that there will be blood. And it will...be...glorious.
{He winks at the camera, licking his lips as the video cuts out.}------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCHOn location at the Sayed Estate
Almir Sayed vs Scott Handsome------------------------------------
LIVE FROM THE SAYED ESTATE!
{ âSnake Charmerâ by Annon Domini begins to play as Haseem steps out through the curtain onto the personal stage at Almirâs lavish estate with the title above his head âSAYED WORLD WRESTLING!â Haseem smiles and waves to several dozen cardboard cutouts of Haseem that surround the ring with piped in cheers. }Haseem: It is my honor, my privilege, my sacred duty to introduce to you the MONEY MAKER!!! ALMIR!!! SAYED!!!
{ With that, Almir steps out through the curtain with arms thrown out and his head held back. The faux crowd cheers him like crazy as he looks out with a smile. Together the two men head down the steps and toward the ring. Haseem runs ahead to hold down the second rope for his companion. Almir enters the ring and drops to his knees in the center, arms out as Haseem demands the crowd respect him! }Live via screen in screen, Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco!Terri Morasco: So weâre doing this again?
Vasco Dias: We will be doing this every week until the pandemic passes!
Terri Morasco: What pandemic!?
Vasco Dias: Do you even watch Wolf Folderâs podcast?
Terri Morasco: He has a podcast?
Vasco Dias: Yes! Exposing Americaâs Lies! Itâs brilliant. For instance, did you know the whole coron- *Vascoâs mic is cut off*
{ We got to the ring where Haseem is explaining the rules of the contest to Almirâs competitor, Scott Handsome. }Haseem: The following contest is a squash match!
{ Almir smiles happily as Scott throws his hands up. }Haseem: The rules for a squash match are as follows. One! The time limit for a sqaush match is three minutes! TWO! Almirâs opponent is only allowed ONE signature move during this match! THREE! Almir can only win after hitting his finisher, the MONEY MAKER!
{ Scott doesnât seem entertained by this at all. }Terri Morasco: Is this for real?
Vasco Dias: Those are the rules of a squash match.
Terri Morasco: Those rules are ridiculous!
Vasco Dias: If you donât like the rules take it up with the chief executive officer of Sayed World Wrestling.
Terri Morasco: Almir Sayed?
Vasco Dias: Yup.
Terri Morasco: Iâd rather not.
{ Back in the ring Haseem calls for the bell. Almir comes out of his corner and Scott explodes out of his with the Untoward Sword!!! }Terri Morasco: Scott with a single leg drop kick!
Vasco Dias: Scott blowing his load with his only allowable offensive move!
Terri Morasco: That rule is complete unenforceable!
{ Scott makes the cover but Haseem pretends to have something in his eye and turns around to try and rub it out. Scott gets off Almir and spins Haseem around and proceeds to ask him what the hell that was about but Haseem plays innocent. }Vasco Dias: What the hell is Scottâs problem!? Haseem has allergies!
Terri Morasco: Can I just take a bathroom break the next time we run one of these?
{ Scott is finally fed up with Haseem and turns into a running big boot from Almir! Almir then begins to hype up the faux crowd as Scott rubs his jaw and pushes his way up to his feet. }Vasco Dias: Almir with a big boot!
Terri Morasco: Who the hell sanctioned this?
Vasco Dias: Eddie D.
Terri Morasco: Seems like one of his bad ideas.
{ Scott is up to his feet and ties up with Almir Sayed. Almir quickly gets around the back of Scott and drops him with a rear waist lock. Almir pops back up and postulates again. Scott gets back up and Almir comes but Scott connects with Indecent Exposure!!! }Vasco Dias: That is completely against the rules!!!
Terri Morasco: Itâs a wrestling match!!!
Vasco Dias: Itâs against the rules of a squash match!!!
{ Scott begins to light up the chest of Almir Sayed as Haseem begins a five count. Scott stops at five and pushes Haseem away. Almir punts Scott in the gut and drops him PAY DIRT! Almir sners as he gets to his feet and heads out onto the apron. Scott is pushing himself back up and Almir sling shots himself back into the ring THE HIGH RISE!!! }
Vasco Dias: Almir putting this Scott guy in his place!
Terri Morasco: Could you just once pretend to be unbiased!?
Vasco Dias: I absolutely cannot!
{ Almir pulls Scott back up to his feet and then spins him around for the MONEY MAKER!!! Almir isnât finished however and pulls Scott back up and connects with a sunset flip into a pin where Almir very clearly grabs the ropes with his hands as Haseem makes the count OneTwoThree!!!!! }Terri Morasco: Just when I think he canât count any faster.
Vasco Dias: What an amazing victory by for Almir Sayed.
Terri Morasco: HE CHEATED!!!!
Vasco Dias: I didnât see him cheat.
Terri Morasco: Watch the replay!
Vasco Dias: Thereâs no instant replays in professional wrestling!
Terri Morasco: JesusâŠ
{ Almir celebrates for a moment but then stops and requests a microphone that Haseem is happy to give him. }Almir Sayed: Last week I asked my esteemed colleague, Haseem to make the treacherous journey to Ireland during this global pandemic to offer Nighthawk the chance of a lifetime.
{ Almir pauses to soak in the crowd response. }Almir Sayed: Haseem offered the supposed Wrestling Machine the opportunity to face the Man of a Thousand Ways to Win in a wrestling match at the luxurious Sayed Estate. However, Nighthawk didnât see fit to accept this offer, ignoring the great personal risk Haseem was taking by exposing himself to the disgusting derelicts in the backstage area.
{ Almir shakes his head. }Almir Sayed: Nighthawk told my friend he would only accept my offer if I made it in person⊠ARE YOU MAD!? You wish for me, the CHOSEN ONE to risk my health and my life by traveling to Europe to challenge you in person!? The world is being ravaged by a global pandemic and I am the only person in this company taking it seriously! So, I will not be traveling across the globe to challenge you, Nighthawk.
{ Almir laughs. }Almir Sayed: What I will do is offer you another opportunity. Come to my estate. Wrestle me. Allow me the opportunity to avenge the great injustice you caused by robbing me of the main event of Night of the Immortals. It is a well known fact I am the Future Foundation of the Federation. So come to me, Wrestling Savant, face me in the cleanest facility on the planet so that I may right your wrong.
{ Almir leans across the ropes. }Almir Sayed: You do not deserve the accolade of eliminating me from the Roulette. You do not deserve the opportunity to fight for the World Television Title. But most of all you do NOT get to pretend to be better than me. Come to me, Nighthawk unless you are a COWARD!
{ Almir throws the mic over his shoulder as his music is piped in and we slowly fade out to a commercial break. }------------------------------------
SEGMENTI've got a Clue------------------------------------
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
YOU'LL NEVER GUESS
Won't eat the seed so she won't come up------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCHSteve Awesone vs Jayson Matthews ------------------------------------
Terri Morasco: Itâs time for Jayson Matthews verse Steve Awesome!
Vasco Dias: That idiot Matthews is in way over his head! He needs to stay gone!
Terri Morasco: Well tonight he is back! And he says he knows Steve Awesomeâs weakness. So we will see if the former three time extreme champion can get it done.
{The drum fill kicks in the door and the guitar riff of 311âs Perfect Mistake starts blasting over the PA system.}âListen Up!â
{The arena lights start changing from orange to black on the beat and Jayson Matthews comes bouncing from behind the curtain and head banging to the riff. He jams to the verse as he starts to walk down the ramp, slapping fives with as many fans as he can on either side. }
This is the next stage, we turn the page
We're gonna wreck a place when we take the stage
Roll up your sleeves, get down with me
It's going off in the pit like you wouldn't believe
Allison Valance: Weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Detroit, Michigan.âŠâŠJAYSON MATTHEWS!
{Jayson stands at the end of the ramp and stares into the ring and he starts to bounce up and down and hypes himself up and as soon as the chorus hits he dives into the ring forward rolls onto his feet and runs over to the side opposite the ramp and leans over the ring While the lights strobe orange and black.}âOhhhhhhhhhh
See in it my eyes
Hold it in my hands
All those days that you wasted away
There was no one to blame
It's a perfect mistake
{He hops up on the turnbuckle and points to the crowd with his other hand. Thanking the fans for the cheers..}
Terri Morasco: And here he is. The fans love Jayson Matthews.
Vasco Dias: He is a common relatable guy. People like the ones they can relate too. That's why they all hate Steve Awesome. None of these fools in attendance can imagine what its like to be Steve.
Terri Morasco: Well, relatability means nothing once that bell rings. Jayson Matthews looks hungry and fired up. Heâs focused on the goal.
Vasco Dias: Yeah well, heâs in for a huge let down. Steve Awesome doesnt have a weakness and youâll see during this match.
{âREGRETS IVE GOT MIIINEEE!!!!â}
{âFull of Regretsâ by Danko Jones starts to blare over the speaker as the crowd boo and boo. Soon, they realize that Steve Awesome hasn't shown up. Jayson is talking with the ref, asking questions but the ref looks just as confused. Soon the music fades and everyone is confused.}Terri Morasco: Well where the hell is Steve Awesome? Don't tell me he got scared!
Vasco Dias: NEVER!
Terri Morasco: Oh wait, I'm getting word from the back. Apparently, the world champ has been arrested!?
Vasco Dias: WHAT!?
{Footage appears on the tron with the words âCourtesy of the Awesome Reality of Steve Awesomeâ on the screen. You see Steve Awesome, clearly drunk, sitting behind the wheel of a car.}Steve Awesome: I don't care about a lock down. I do what I want!
{Steve turns the car on and shifts it into drive.}Steve Awesome: Whitmer can suck it!
{Steve hits the gas drives up a couple feet and is immediately pulled over by police. Steve stops and looks in the rear view mirror. You can tell by the look on his face that he knows heâs drunk and he knows heâs screwed.}
Steve Awesome: Shit.
{The scene fades out as Police rush up to his driver side door.}Terri Morasco: WHAT!? Steve Awesome has been charged with a D.U.I.?
Vasco Dias: Oh no! Someone bail him out! Quick!
{The crowd boo as Jayson Matthews just glares at the screen and shakes his head as the ref just shrugs and apologizes.}------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCHIf Jack wins he gets Andrew's spot in the World TV title tournament
Andrew Jacobsen vs Jack Ferriman------------------------------------
{What's Up Danger begins to play as the lights in the arena dim. A black and white image of Jack appears on the Imperatron as Jack slowly steps out onto the ramp, adjusting the long black coat he is wearing over his ring gear and cracking his neck.} Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for a place in the IWF Television Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 180 pounds, Jack Ferriman!
Terri Morasco: This match came about because Andrew Jacobsen wanted to give a shot to someone who he believed deserved it.
Vasco Dias: This match came about because even a Hall of Famer is an idiot. He had a shot at being the first Television Champion, and he's going to risk it for what? For Jack Ferriman?
Terri Morasco: Because he believes it's right. Vasco, you wouldn't know doing the right thing if it bit you in the ass.
{He slowly turns his head as he gazes around the arena before setting his eyes on the ring, slowly walking down the ramp and stepping easily through the ropes. He flexes his shoulders as he turns in a slow circle before settling into his corner, tilting his head Michael Meyers style as he stares down the referee.} Alison Valance: And his opponent...
{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.} Alison Valance: Being accompanied by Danielle Chase, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 235 pounds, Andrew Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: Listen to the ovation! Andrew Jacobsen's first time on Sacrifice in nearly a year, and these fans here in Reykjavik are eating it up!
Vasco Dias: Like his moral compass or not, you can't deny the amount of skill a man like Andrew brings to a match. This should be nothing if not a skillful display.
{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.} Terri Morasco: One of the greatest of all time, without a doubt, stepping into the ring with one of the brighest young prospects IWF has seen in a long while. Let's see what happens! Ring that bell!
{The bell rings, and Andrew begins to circle with Jack, moving into a quick collar-and-elbow tie-up. They struggle for a moment, Jack giving surprisingly little ground to Andrew despite the massive height and weight difference. As Andrew bears down more, Jack shifts his weight and snaps Andrew over with an arm drag. Andrew rolls to his feet, nodding slowly, and they move in again, Andrew quickly spinning into a wristlock. Jack struggles for a moment before rolling through, kipping up, and snaring Andrew in a wristlock of his own. Andrew struggles, and Jack converts it into a hammerlock. Andrew manages to drop to a knee, trying to work his way out, and as Jack's grip slips he moves up into a side headlock.} Terri Morasco: Jack playing into the technical game more here in the early going, do you think he's trying to send a message?
Vasco Dias: Absolutely. He wants to be taken seriously as a competitor? This is how he does it. Go in there and beat an all-time great at their own game.
{Andrew staggers a bit, pushing forward slightly, and is able to work an arm behind Jack's leg, lifting him for a back suplex. Jack flips through, and Andrew turns, charging right into another arm drag from Jack. A second follows, but a leaping big boot attempt gets swatted aside by Andrew, Jack stumbling forward and spinning right into a back elbow by the Hall of Famer. Jack bounces up now, turning into a quick body slam, and Andrew hits the ropes, coming off with a snapping elbow drop into Jack's sternum. He quickly covers! ONE! Kickout!} Terri Morasco: And there's those veteran instincts kicking in, giving Andrew a chance to breathe.
Vasco Dias: That's the problem with either of these men. They take openings and they run with them so well. It's hard to wrestle a perfect match, and that's what they demand each time.
{Jack gets to his feet, and Andrew immediately shoots in, dragging him into a tight side headlock. As Jack fights, Andrew drops to a knee, snapping Jack over with a powerful side headlock takeover. Jack immediately kicks his legs up and barely swings them under Andrew's chin to lock in a leg scissors. Andrew shoves up and out, and they scramble to their feet again, Jack ducking under a big knife-edge chop and nailing a back kick to Andrew's gut. He hits the ropes, following up with a big knee lift that turns Andrew around, and as Andrew stumbles, he walks right back into an atomic drop, followed by Jack hitting the ropes and demolishing Andrew with a running big boot! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!} Terri Morasco: Like you said, Vasco, Jack's combination of speed and power serving him well there!
Vasco Dias: Keep the older wrestler off balance, use your energy advantage and end it quickly. That's the formula for Jack to win out here.
{Jack delivers a quick hammering shot between Andrew's shoulders, staggering him as he gets to his feet. Another shot to the kidneys follows, and Jack keeps harrying Andrew with strikes, forcing him towards the center of the ring. A quick uppercut staggers Andrew, and Jack hits the ropes, only for Andrew to pop him up, looking for the GORDIE HOWE SPECIAL! NO! JACK COUNTERS INTO A SMALL PACKAGE! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Both men scramble to their feet, and Andrew manages to lash out with an uncharacteristically finesseless clothesline, turning Jack inside out as Andrew slumps over the ropes, breathing heavily.} Terri Morasco: And there's that power advantage coming into play! What a massive clothesline from Andrew Jacobsen!
Vasco Dias: Ferriman's outwrestling Andrew, so he needs to go to his advantages. Use his power, use his experience.
{Andrew stalks back over to Jack, twisting his arm around into a wristlock before driving an elbow down into his shoulder. Jack cries out in pain, and Andrew snaps him up, dropping to a knee and bringing him over with a pendulum backbreaker. He holds onto Jack as he's bowed over Andrew's knee, stretching him over the knee and cranking on it as Blue Shoes checks on Jack. Jack screams a negative to the question of quitting, clawing at Andrew's hand, and Andrew cranks on the backbreaker stretch for another moment before shifting his grip and hauling Jack up again, looking for another backbreaker. Jack's foot kicks up wildly, staggering Andrew once, twice before the bigger man drops him. Jack shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs, and hits the ropes, coming off with a wild palm thrust that staggers Andrew! He hits the ropes to do it again, only to be caught mid-run with a snapping toe kick and planted with a DDT that nearly sends Jack spiked vertically into the mat! Andrew shoots the half! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!} Terri Morasco: Crisp execution on that DDT, and it's those fundamentals that Andrew practices so well coming into play here. He knows all the classics front and back.
Vasco Dias: But he knows how to adapt. Ferriman caught him off guard with that small package, and he's been playing very conservatively since then. No elevation, just simple carrying moves. Don't give Jack any more space than you have to.
{Andrew rolls with Jack's momentum, snaring him in a front facelock as he kicks out. Jack struggles to his feet, firing palm strikes into Andrew's ribs, and Andrew winces, absorbing each shot and stumbling visibly. Jack tries to buy a little more separation, but Andrew hauls him in and kicks him over with a snap suplex! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack shoots an arm up, but gets hauled into a chinlock by Andrew, who wrenches down on Jack with all his weight, bearing down on the neck of the smaller man.} Terri Morasco: Beautifully executed rear chinlock there, stacking that fifty-five pound weight advantage right onto the neck and back of Jack Ferriman and forcing him to struggle against it.
Vasco Dias: This isn't the move that gets you the tap, it's the move that paves the road. The weaker the back and neck, the more vulnerable you are to holds that target the spine, like the Sharpshooter. Excellent game plan, good job of slowing it down by Jacobsen.
{Jack struggles to his feet, forcing his legs underneath him, and locks his hands together, driving an elbow into Andrew's gut. A second hits, then a third, forcing Andrew to stagger a bit, and Jack backs him up to the ropes, shooting Andrew off. The bigger man comes off with a shoulder block, flattening Jack, and hits an adjacent rope. Jack drops down beneath Andrew's first charge, hopping up and leapfrogging the second, and catches Andrew on the rebound, ripping him down and into the mat with a leaping sleeper slam! Cover! ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Jack, undeterred, fires another series of vicious clubbing blows between Andrew's shoulderblades, keeping him on one knee, before hauling him in and up onto his shoulders, charging and driving Andrew into the corner with a TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB! COVER! ONE! TWO! THRâKICKOUT!} Terri Morasco: Two massive moves back-to-back for Jack Ferriman, and he nearly pulls off a massive upset! We might have to shuffle the office brackets when this one's done!
Vasco Dias: I need to call my bookie, hold on a second. PAUSE THE MATCH!
{Jack takes a few steps back as Andrew rises, measuring him, and fires forward with the MAKE PEACE! NO! Andrew ducks under and secures a rear waistlock! German suplex! He holds on, gritting his teeth, and delivers a second! Andrew rolls through, looking for the third, but Jack fires off one elbow, two elbows, lunges forward, ANDREW GRABS THE WAISTBAND OF HIS TRUNKS AND YANKS HIM BACK IN TO COMPLETE THE HAT TRICK! ONE! TWO! THRâKICKOUT! Andrew looks to the ref for only a second to confirm, nodding wearily and pushing himself to his feet.} Terri Morasco: You can see how much that counter took out of Jacobsen, my God. He's having to dig deep here. Is this ring rust or is it something more?
Vasco Dias: You can only attribute so much to a layoff, Terri. This tells me more about Jack Ferriman's in-ring capability than a thousand promo packages.
Deus Meu, but is he putting up a fight!
{Andrew staggers back over to Jack, grabbing him by the wrist and short-arming him into a kneelift to the gut. He slips the arm through into a pumphandle, yanking Jack up and driving him down with the COLD SNAP! Not willing to leave it there, Andrew keeps the arm wrenched, dropping an elbow into Jack's shoulder, and slips down, barring the arm and locking in the HANGMAN'S CLUTCH! Jack flails and claws at the hold, but there's no purchase, no escape! Jack kicks his feet, seemingly in desperation, but as he shifts and twists, there quickly emerges a pattern.} Terri Morasco: Jack Ferriman fighting for all he's got, trying to get to the ropes!
Vasco Dias: Wait. No. No he's not! No he's not!
{Just as Vasco notices, Jack gets both feet underneath him and kicks off, rolling Andrew back into a cover! ONE! TWO! ANDREW HAS TO RELEASE THE HOLD TO KICK OUT JUST BEFORE THREE! Andrew gets to his feet slowly in disbelief, Jack clutching his shoulder with a dead-eyed, furious stare as the two face each other again!} Terri Morasco: What a resourceful counter there! Jack Ferriman nearly snatched this one away again!
Vasco Dias: That wasn't just spur of the moment. Jack watched tape on Nighthawk to prepare for their match, I know it! That's what long-term preparation does for you!
{Andrew and Jack lunge forward, exchanging strikes. Every chop from Andrew is answered by a right hand from Jack, the two trading shots back and forth furiously. Jack gets the upper hand with a massive headbutt, one that lands between Andrew's eyes and staggers him. Jack delivers a kick to the knee before raining palm strikes into Andrew's midsection, driving him back into the corner and forcing the wind out of him. He winds up, turning and firing off the final uppercut to complete the NO LIMIT! NO! Andrew blocks it, grabbing both hands, and shoves Jack back, lunging out of the corner and charging for a desperation spear! Jack dips his shoulder on instinct, looking for the cartwheel Death Valley Driver, but Andrew manages to slip out the back again, dazed, and when Jack turns around Andrew drills him with the LIGHTS OUT! He drops into the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! "Unbreakable" plays as Andrew stays slumped over, still covering Jack as his chest heaves.} Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Andrew Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: That was one hell of a match! I don't think I've seen a performance like that in a long time here on Sacrifice, and Andrew Jacobsen puts his money where his mouth is with a hard-won victory tonight!
Vasco Dias: Give credit to Jack Ferriman, he put up a better fight than anyone expected. Anyone, maybe, except Andrew Jacobsen.
{Andrew stumbles to his feet, the referee raising his hand, and looks down at Jack in a daze. Jack, for his part, is dragging himself to the ropes, slowly clambering back up to a standing position and glaring down Andrew. After a moment, Andrew steps forward, offering a hand to Jack. Slowly, uneasily, Jack takes it, shaking once. Andrew raises Jack's hand, pointing to him with a weary nod before patting him on the shoulder and dropping down to roll out of the ring. Andrew staggers to the back, clearly in pain, and Jack follows a short time later, disappointment written on his face as he disappears into the back.} ------------------------------------
BURIED ALIVE MATCHEthan King vs James Gilmore------------------------------------
{The camera pans to the usual IWF ring but the words Buried Alive are pressed there, the camera goes to another area in the building where there is another ramp down to an area piled high with dirt and a blank tombstone placed above a hole in the dirt. Beside it is a bulldozer with its scoop piled high with soil.}
Alison Valance: The following is a buried alive match!
Terri Morasco: Iâm very nervous about how this match is going to go.
Vasco Dias: Iâm honestly excited. This is a train wreck and I canât see if weave dangerously from the tracks leaving no survivors.
Terri Morasco: âŠI am deeply concerned about you.
Vasco Dias: Why?
{An instrumental with hook version of "Shell Shocked" by Juicy J, featuring Wiz Khalifa and Ty Dolla $ign, begins to play as we see James Gilmore stepping out into the area with the dirt, posing along to the hip-hop tune, as he is walking down to the area---
The lights flash out and the deranged laughter of the beginning of âEmperorâs new clothesâ hots as Ethan jumps the railing of the ramp and hits James in the back of the head with a crowbar. } Terri Morasco: Well⊠apparently we are just starting the match now.
{the bell goes off starting the match. The crowd lets out a mix of excitement and worry for Gilmore as Ethan unloads on him.} Vasco Dias: Itâs buried alive Terri. No disqualifications.
{James hits Ethan with a Spinning wheel kick. James unleashes some punches before moving towards the dirt and grabbing the shovel. Ethan laughs as he charges at Gilmore again with the crowbar but James keeps countering it with the shovel.} Terri Morasco: Smart thinking here on the part of James Gilmore.
Vasco Dias: I wanted to see blood not an odd melee fight!
{Gilmore manages to disarm Ethan and swings at him with the shovel, hitting Ethan. Ethan laughs and grabs the shovel but only the metal part comes off. Ethan tosses it a side and hits Gilmore with a Russian Leg Sweep. Gilmore falls to the dirt but scrambles back to his feet.}Terri Morasco: Ethan is unhinged.
Vasco Dias: Are you just figuring that out now?
{Ethan hits James with a Running Uppercut. Gilmore stumbles back into the dirt. Ethan gets on top of him and just keeps hitting him over and over again like a crazy person. Gilmore manages to push Ethan off of him. Gilmore is clearly tired of this and hits Ethan with a Missile dropkick. He picks Ethan up and hits him with a german suplex. Gilmore hits him with a scoop slam.}Terri Morasco: James is on a roll here!
{Ethan punches Gilmore in the face with a brace knuckle, stalling James out slightly. Ethan grabs him and hits him hard with a Wildfire Suplex . James kicks him off, causing Ethan to back up. James sees an opening and goes for a spear but Ethan tosses sand in his eyes causing him to go off center and run straight into the tombstone.} Vasco Dias: Ouch.
{James shakes it off slightly, trying to gain his barring when Ethan hits him with a BEND THE KNEE before tossing Gilmore into the hole.} Ethan King: Alas, tho' I have enjoyed this dance, all good things, Jimblekins... All. Good. Things.
{Ethan takes advantage of his moment James being down to cross back over to collect his Crowbar. With a peal of howling laughter, Ethan unloads on the downed former champion, striking him again and again, battering him closer to the hole in the ground. Finally, with cackling glee, he lines up the bar like a golf club, screaming "FORE!" before using it to knock James into the pit.} Terri Morasco: Oh god. I hope someone gets to Gilmore soon.
Vasco Dias: I mean⊠itâs called Buried alive for a reasonâŠ
{Ethan gleefully rushes to the ramp, reaching underneath and pulling out a can of spray paint. Spitting into the pit as he passes, he sprays the words "ROB DIAMOND'S SHADOW onto the mound of soil waiting in the bulldozer. With one last roar of maniacal giggling, he leaps behind the controls of the machine... and pulls the lever.}DING DING!
Alison Valance: Here is your winner - ETHAN KING!
Terri Morasco: A brutal showing from Ethan King.
Vasco Dias: A grim reminder to us all that he was the man who just last year beat Dean Harper in a singles match and then went on to win the Roulette in the same night, going on to become World Champion at Night of the Immortals... Ethan King is back and, I must say... more ruthless than ever.
{As the discordant notes of Emperor's New Clothes ring through the arena, the camera lingers on Ethan King joyfully dances to the backstage area. }Terri Morasco: I cannot believe what we've just seen.
Vasco Dias: That was the most brutal thing I've ever seen.
{ We linger on the grave when Rob Diamond and Fiona McFly come rushing out from the back with several members of IWF's ringside crew. }Vasco Dias: Rob is here!?
Terri Morasco: He must have flown in special just to watch this match!
{ Rob and Fiona quickly direct the crew to start digging Gilmore up who is buried under several feet of dirt. }Terri Morasco: Rob and Fiona are desperately trying to save Gilmore!
Vasco Dias: A clear violation of the rules!
{ Finally the crew is able to free Gilmore from the dirt as Rob and Fiona pull him out of the hole and back to solid ground. The three hug for a moment. }Terri Morasco: Rob and Fiona got here just in time!
Vasco Dias: Ethan isn't going to like this!
{ The camera pulls in on Being InFamous hugging but as we pull back we see Ethan King has returned. Rob turns away from his friends and Ethan cracks him right over the top of the head with the steel end of a shovel!!! }Terri Morasco: HOLY HELL!!!!!!
{ Rob staggers for a moment before falling backward into the grave. James looks at Rob and then to Ethan before lunging at him but the IWF crew gets in between the two men and stops James from attacking Ethan who starts to laugh maniacally as he swings the shovel around like it's a sword. Fiona jumps into the grave to check on Rob whose head has started bleeding. }Terri Morasco: Ethan King is a mad man...
Vasco Dias: And he may have just ended the career of Rob Diamond...
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Virginia Stepanov(c) vs Fiona McFly------------------------------------
{ A video package begins playing to a rock-remix version of Rachel Platten's "Fight Song," showing a montage of Fiona McFly at various stages of her life including home movie footage of the famous 1994 go-kart race in the Texas Hill Country. We see photos of Fiona from her high school and college graduation ceremonies until we finally see an image of her standing next to the late Jack Gaither on their wedding day. The black-and-white photo fades down into a distorted image as the initial tune becomes slowed down, like a phonograph. Then... }"ONE! TWO!!
ONE-TWO!!!
ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR!!!!"
{ ...a blast of pyro goes off as the Halestorm song "Love Bites (So Do I) kicks into high gear. We see Fiona hopping onto the stage with a rugged smile on her face, looking around at the cheering crowd as she twirls a replica of her trusty bullwhip around and around. } "Don't listen what your girlfriend says
She reads those magazines
That say you fail the test
You don't have what she needs
I'll slither like a viper
And get you by the neck
I know a thousand ways to help you forget about her
That chick can eat her heart out
Love bites, but so do I, so do I
Love bites, but so do I, so do I
Love bites..."
{ She strolls down the rampway, hugging and high-fiving folks along the way before handing the replica whip to a child as a souvenir. She then makes an unusual stop by the announcerâs desk, where she hands Terri Morasco a small, handwritten note. }Terri Morasco: For me!?!
Vasco Dias: Aww, how cute...I wanna see it!
Terri Morasco: Well, too bad!
{ The lights in the arena start to flicker as the intro to âBitch Better Have My Moneyâ hits the speakers. Smoke pours out onto the stage as Virginia Stepanov steps out. She walks to the head of the ramp, looking around for a moment before she shoots a high front kick into the air to show off and then makes a finger gun with three punctuated âshotsâ towards the crowd ad the appropriate time in the song. }Vasco Dias: The Imperial Diamond Champion is here, and sheâs lookinâ great as usual!
Terri Morasco: This is gonna be rather fun to watch. Both these ladies hit each other pretty good...
{ She struts down the ramp, mouth moving to sing along to her entrance as her head bobs along with the song. When she gets to the ring she jumps onto the apron, hanging onto the rope and leaning out towards the crowd, throwing a finger gun with another three shots before she steps through the ropes. She slips her coat off and hangs it in the corner as she loosens up for her match. }Vasco Dias: Iâm wonderinâ though...whatâd Fiona write in that note?!
Terri Morasco: Havenât looked at it yetâŠ
[DING!]
{ Blue Shoes calls for the bell to get the match started. Both of these ladies put on quite a hard-hitting affair, with neither getting an advantage for the first five minutes or so. Weâre now seven minutes in and Virginia has the upper hand, nailing Fiona with some clubbing rights and lefts that send her into the ropes before hitting a pair of dropkicks.as she bounces off the ropes. A running knee strike later, and Virginia got the first two-count of the match. }Terri Morasco: The brawling style of Virginiaâs coming into play early on!
Vasco Dias: But Terri...I wanna know what Fiona handed you in that note!?!
Terri Morasco: Will you shut up about the note already!?! Focus on the match!
{ Weâre at the nine minute mark now, and Fiona is showing off her hybrid mixed martial arts style as she often does. Fiona grabs Stepanov by the left arm and applies a pair of deep armdrag takedowns before tansitioning into the armlock. Virginia tries to wriggle her way out of the hold but the Northern Irishwoman has other ideas in mind, applying a pair of vertical suplexes -- transitioning the second one into a well-timed bridge that scores her a two-count as well. Upon closer inspection, we see a look of solemnity on Fionaâs face before switching back to the announcerâs desk. }
Vasco Dias: Fiâs so...solemn. Itâs like sheâs coming back home from a funeral...
Terri Morasco: Just...leave her be, okay?!
{ Thirteen minutes in, and Fiona has a head full of steam. She charges at Virginia and nails her with her famous Iron Claw signature hold! The crowd goes nuts as she digs her nails right into Virginiaâs forehead before throwing off a classic discus punch. McFly then goes for the cover⊠}1âŠ!
2âŠ!!
THREEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWâŠ!!!!!!!!!!!!
{ Fiona stands up, scowling a bit as Blue Shoes holds up the dreaded two fingers! But as per the usual, she marches onward. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle and gets into a praying mantis position; as Stepanov slowly pulls herself back to her feet, Fiona flies off the top strand...only to wind up missing the one-legged kick despite having her locked on target! Stepanov then plasters Fiona with her dreaded CLAYMORE KICK as the latter turns around before going for the pin⊠}
1âŠ!
2âŠ!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]{ âBitch Better Have My Moneyâ plays again as Virgina celebrates her victory. }Vasco Dias: Give Fi credit where itâs due, but in the end Virginia was simply too much for her.
Terri Morasco: Okay Vasco...letâs see whatâs in that note.
{ The lasting image shows Fiona on the deck, who despite the loss still has a bit of a smile on her face as she gazes at Terri. Morasco reads the noteâs contents in a hushed whisper -- although the audio barely picks up the words âPerformance Center satellite campus.â }Terri Morasco: Aww, how awesome is that -- I canât believe sheâs doing this. And looks like sheâs not alone in this ventureâŠ
Vasco Dias: Wha--?! We're gettin' ANOTHER Performance Center, is that what you're sayin'?!
Terri Morasco: Yeah...and bless Fiona's heart. What a great way to give back to a company that's, and I firmly believe this, given her so much over the years.
{ The copyright banner appears on-screen, with a banner that reads âstay tuned for further announcements.â }
Well howdy there pardner.