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SINGLES MATCH
Kay Cee Summer vs Kai Sachiko
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{ Under partly cloudy skies and temperatures in the low-90s, we slowly pan inside Anthony Field at Wildcat Stadium. The crowd in Abilene is hyped up as ever, many of whom are wearing their green "Relish This." T-shirts and sporting signs such as "Bury Jess Fowler" or "Jessica Reed: Traitor." }
Terri Morasco: The fallout from Lineage has been swift and fierce! Welcome to Abilene, Texas! Welcome to the campus of Abilene Christian University and the home of the Wildcats! Welcome to Monday Night Sacrifice as we begin the month of August!
Vasco Dias: The Powers That Be have arisen, Terri!
Terri Morasco: The war ain't over yet! We're gonna them and so much more, but right now--
{ The arena slightly darkens as pink star spotlights shine on the entrance, and then suddenly “Firework” by Katy Perry plays from the speakers and Kay Cee steps out into one of the spotlights with a smile. And blows a wide kiss to everyone before making her way down the ramp towards the ring. Hopping onto the apon she steps through the ropes and raises an arm as the music ends. }
Terri Morasco: Kay Cee Summers looking to make a first impression in her IWF debut!
Vasco Dias: More like a baptism by fire if you ask me...
{As soon as Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill turns on Kai Sachiko is rushing the ramp. She will stand on the ring post and point to herself while talking in her native tongue before pounding on her shoulder to show she is ready to go.}
Vasco Dias: It's too hot to be runnin' around like a maniac!
Terri Morasco: In Texas, there's a saying...it's not the heat that'll kill you, it's the humidity! Actually, the humidity was pretty low today thanks to a cool front...
Vasco Dias: "Cool" is an understatement. I wish Yulia hadn't booked these damn outdoor shows...
Terri Morasco: Too bad, we still have a month left to go on this special summer tour!
[DING!]
{ Blue Shoes calls for the bell. This was a rather short seven-minute match that saw Kay Cee get a bit of an opening at first, hitting Kai with a pair of dropkicks followed by a high cross-body from the second buckle that got her an early two-count. Yet on this night, that was all the offense she could muster as Kai took command of the match from here, sending Summers into the ropes and connecting with a deep armdrag takedown, followed by a second one. Still holding onto the left arm, Kai immediately twists Kay Cee sideways and applies her dreaded spinning neckbreaker! }
Terri Morasco: Kai's not wasting any time here!
Vasco Dias: I don't believe it -- this one's over!
{ Kai goes for the cover... }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
Alison Valance: Here is your winner...KAIIII!!!! SACHIKOOOOO!!!
{ Kai looks to be astounded, living in the moment as her music begins playing again! }
Terri Morasco: Talk about "anything can happen" in IWF?! Welp...it happened!
Vasco Dias: This is what happens when ya come unprepared in your debut...
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SEGMENT
New Women's World Champion
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{We cut to the Sacrifice commentary team of Terri Morasco and Vasco Dias.}
Terri Morasco: Eight days ago at Lineage, we saw Abigail achieve the seemingly impossible, returning to pay per view after nearly two full years away from the Imperial Wrestling Federation and putting a definitive end to the incredible momentum of the two time Iron Maiden and now former Women’s World Champion, Fiona McFly.
Vasco Dias: She’s had less than half a dozen matches since returning and she’s already sitting at the very top of the mountain here in IWF. It’s damned impressive and for some people all the proof they need of her incredible pedigree as part of the legendary Kane bloodline.
Terri Morasco: Maybe so Vasco, but if you ask the woman herself, she’s made it something of a personal mission to prove she transcends her own flesh and blood...
Vasco Dias: Well, I’d say she’s off to a great start in that regard. If Lineage was any indication of the rest of her career, we may be witnessing the birth of a new standard for professional wrestling in the IWF Women’s Division.
Terri Morasco: And I’m being told we can now go to a live satellite feed for a few words from the new standard bearer of women’s competition here in IWF herself. The brand new Women’s World Champion, Abigail...
{Cut to Abigail sat in an old wooden rocking chair on a porch. She has a bright red spider lily planted in her dark hair and is wearing her brand new “More Than My Flesh And Blood” T-Shirt, under her torn cut off denim jacket. The IWF Women’s World Championship slung over her left shoulder. The text in the top right corner informs the watching audience that she is live via satellite from The Spencer Compound in the Bayou.
All around her, nature is caught in the twilight of another setting sun. Crickets chirp loudly. Moths fling themselves at the dim flickering lights of a pair of artificial lanterns that hang on the front of her family home, either side of her. She offers a simple smile, feeling most at home in this environment.
She takes a deep breath, before speaking, focused but with quiet reservation.}
Abigail: I’ve learned quite a lot in the short time I’ve been back here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Some lessons I’ve appreciated more than others. Lessons about not takin’ life for granted. Things can swing on a dime, just when ya think you’ve got a grip on things, life throws you a curve ball. Somethin’ wonderfully unpredictable usually. A couple weeks ago, I was called up to the plate and put in a position to deal with the biggest curveball of my life. My first televised match in almost two years and it was for a shot at the Women’s World Championship. Bein’ hotshot into such a prestigious position from the relative obscurity of still earnin’ my stripes in dark matches an’ regainin’ my confidence down in Devo wasn’t somethin’ I asked for or expected, but Fowler asked me ta step up an’ take my shot. I knew it would be a baptism of fire, facin’ a woman I’ve had the pleasure of sharin’ more than a few sparrin’ sessions with in Kai Sachiko...
{Abigail pauses.}
Abigail: I had my doubts an’ reservations about bein’ ready for such a position of privilege of course, who wouldn’t? But Kai and I knew that if we didn’t seize the opportunity now, we may never get another, and so we both went out there with a point to prove, and I just so happened to have been the better woman on that night. I EARNED my opportunity that night, fair an’ square, no matter what the dirtsheets an’ smarks wanna print for a few thousand clicks. Honestly, of all the criticisms I’ve heard online over the last eight days, I don’t know which is more insultin’: the idea that I was given my opportunity because of who my blood brother was or the idea that Fiona McFly worked with management to gift me the World Championship. If these so called ‘rasslin’ journalists knew as much as they think they do about our business, they’d realise just how much of a slap in the face either insinuation really is, not only ta me personally, but also ta every other woman who came before me an’ shared the unique privilege I now have, the privilege of bein’ able ta call myself the very best professional women’s wrestler in the world today...
{Another pause. Gentle rocking, a chance to recollect and refocus.}
Abigail: Every woman who has ever held this position in the company earned her way. I am no different. I was offered a quicker road to the top than most, but it wasn’t a shortcut. If anythin’, my journey highlights the wonderful job those that trained me in the last few years down in Chicago really did. I’ve had the honour of learnin’ with some of the finest women in the business. Women like Dawn Halliwell, Astrid Hall, Ciara O’Connor, Shea O’Hara, Charity Crowne, Gabriela Luna, Vivienne Rodgers, and Emma Danielson. A few of these fine ladies I even consider to be my friends today. But some of ya just wanna make this about the name on my damn birth certificate, and to those colleagues an’ fans, I have one very simple question...
{Abigail beckons the camera closer. To really bring the Women’s World Championship nameplate into sharp focus. A nameplate that clearly reads: ABIGAIL.}
Abigail: Do you see the God damned name “Kane” anywhere on MY belt?
{Crickets are left to answer for a moment before she speaks again. The camera pulling out again to Abigail slowly shaking her head.}
Abigail: No, thought not. So let’s not give the dead anymore undue credit than they deserve, shall we?
{The left lantern light dies. Once a bright pair, now a dim single light, erratic and unbalanced, flickering alone.}
Abigail: I am where I am today not because of who I was born to be, but rather who I became in spite of all that. My name is Abigail...
{Abigail lifts the World off her shoulder.}
Abigail: And this is all the proof you’ll ever need that I am so much more than my flesh and blood...
{With that, the feed cuts and we are returned to the arena for the rest of the show to go on.}
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SINGLES MATCH
Cals Jacobsen vs Kate Steele
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{Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers.}
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Vasco Dias: I hate you all.
Alison Valance: Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 110 pounds, Diamond Steele!
Terri Morasco: Diamond Steele always a game competitor, but her opponent this week is someone who has, to put it lightly, quite the demeanor themself.
Vasco Dias: Diamond brought her damn backing band. And a compact. A real triple threat. Deus Meu...
{Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin.}
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{The echoing guitar intro of "Tears Don't Fall" sounds through the arena before a howl of "LET'S GOOOOOO!" brings Cals Jacobsen running out onto the stage, shoulder-rolling forward and coming up kneeling with their hands in horns and their tongue out, grinning ear to ear.}
Alison Valance: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 130 pounds, they are the Nonbinary Nightmare, Cals Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: A video this week that sounded more like something a little closer to what we were expecting from someone named Jacobsen, but Cals is still working hard to establish their own identity in IWF.
Vasco Dias: When you’re the younger sibling of an IWF Hall of Famer, there’s a lot of pressure to do well and to excel early. They’re one for one, is two for two in the cards?
{They pop up to their feet, nodding and grinning wickedly as they walk down the ramp, fistbumping and high-fiving with fans. Climbing the ring steps, Cals hangs off the ringpost, nodding along to the music, and steps through the ropes, pacing in a circle before running to the ropes and leaping up onto the second rope, throwing her hood back and bellowing out to the fans. Cals detaches their hood, unfolding it and tossing it into the crowd before running the ropes, clearly psyched for their match.}
Terri Morasco: One ring, two competitors, one winner! Let’s see what happens! Ring that bell!
{The bell rings, and Diamond circles around with Cals, the two competitors looking carefully at each other. Diamond lunges forward, looking for a clothesline, and Cals ducks down to one knee, using their arm to trip Diamond up and sling her shoulder-first to the mat before rolling over and bridging into the SYSTEM SHOCK! ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, and Cals straightens up from the pin, jaw a little dropped as the referee raises their hand.}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Cals Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: JUST LIKE THAT! Bell rings, one opening, match over!
Vasco Dias:They are NOT getting paid by the hour, Terri!
{Cals shakes their head in absolute confusion, and Diamond looks up from the mat in shock, unable to believe what just happened. Cals just shrugs, mouthing “sorry” at her, before backing up and hopping to flip backwards over the top rope. They land on the floor, tapping the apron with their hands as they straighten up, and walk back up the ramp as “Tears Don’t Fall” blares over the PA, Diamond’s expression one of utter shock.}
Terri Morasco: And if you’re Diamond Steele, this HAS to hurt. All of that build-up, and it’s over so quickly…
Vasco Dias: My popcorn didn’t even finish, Terri. It’s a travesty. Now I need to eat during a segment. Someone mute my mic!
Terri Morasco: Please?
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SEGMENT
Virginia keeps going
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{Our scene opens up backstage where Virginia Stepanov is lounging in a room in street clothes. The Imperial Diamond Championship belt is resting neatly in the chair next to her and she has her boots kicked up onto the coffee table in front of her. She is munching on some popcorn as she watches the live taping of the show. She glances towards the camera and smirks at it.}
Virginia Stepanov: I’m 6-1 guys. I am the longest reigning Imperial Diamond’s championship. I’m glad to see all these ladies standing up to try and take it from me. I’m not about free rides. I earn each and every accolade that I have. Wish some more people were hungry for it though.
{She shakes her head sadly.}
Virginia Stepanov: For real ladies. Say what you will about Jessica Reed, but at least she’s out here making waves. You can talk all that trash about Abigail and how she only got here cause her daddy, but again. At least she’s doing something.
{Virginia sneers and shakes her head.}
Virginia Stepanov: At least now we got a Women’s champion who might actually lead the locker room where it’s supposed to go instead of jerking off her boyfriends in their stupid office politics drama.
{Virginia lets out a heavy sigh before tossing a piece of popcorn into the air, leaning her head back against the couch and catching it in her mouth. She chews and swallows before looking at the camera.}
Virginia Stepanov: My shoulders are only so big. We got too many ladie’s in this division and we need some stone cold hungry bitches. I want to feel a target on my back. I want to be looking over my shoulder. Bring me a fucking challenge. Get pissed off. Come for me damnit. If for nothing else but to make the sportsbooks actually struggle to set odds. See you soon. I hope.
{Virginia makes a shooing motion with her hand before looking back at the screen.}
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SEGMENT
Who is the new number one contender for the World Television Championship?
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{A short vignette of a Viking war ship arriving to a new land plays on the big screen. Two dozen warriors leap from the ship and run onto land, the sound of their boots on the gravel beach fills the arena. Slowly the sound of boots becomes the drum and guitar intro of Out of The Black. Winter steps onto the top of the ramp as the lyrics begin. The Modern Day Viking is dressed in jeans and a khaki colored “Modern Day Viking” t-shirt. Gregor pumps his fist high in the air a back down three times, pyro erupting around him on each downward motion.}
Teri Morasco: Here comes the new number one contender for the Television Championship.
Vasco Dias: Gregor punched his ticket to Legacy with a big time win over Jack Ferrimen.
{The pyro over he begins making his way towards the ring, high fiving all of the “Little Vikings” along the way. The big man then climbs into the ring and takes a microphone from Alison Valance.}
Gregor: When I was seventeen years old and trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life I had a long conversation with my granddad about maybe joining the Corps. He and I talked for probably two hours and the thing that he said that I’ll never forget is, "In life, you never get a second chance."
Well I guess even my granddad was wrong about a few things, because at Legacy I'm going to get a second chance to beat Nighthawk. A couple weeks ago I ran out of time before I could get the job done. I had ten minutes to put him away, and I couldn’t do it. I threw everything but the kitchen sink at him and he survived the barrage and returned fire. I left Waco that night knowing I had just been in the ring with the best professional wrestler in the world.
Now I ain’t just blowing sunshine up your skirt ‘Hawk, you are head and shoulders above anyone else I’ve ever been in the ring with. I don’t care if it’s here in North America, or on one of my tours of Japan. Hell you could tie all those supposed catch-as-can masters in the UK up in knots before they could blink twice. You couldn’t do that to me though, and he tried more than once. You tried to use submission holds and I just powered my way out. You tried to choke me out and I just escaped. I had an answer for everything you tried, but you also had an answer for everything that I tried. Heck that was the most fun I’ve had inside of the ring in a long time.
{Winter gives a deep belly laugh.}
That’s what this is about ain’t it, having fun. I mean we are making a whole lot of money doing something that kids in the backyard do for free. A couple of weeks ago that was all about fun, because your belt wasn’t on the line. It was a couple of guys at the top of their games trying to prove who was better. Well it turns out that neither one of us was the better man, at least over ten minutes. Legacy is a whole different ball of wax, as my granny would say. There’s gold on the line and that goes above and beyond two guys having a little fun. Suddenly it becomes about money and prestige. It truly becomes about making a legacy for yourself in this business and forever having your name etched into the record books.
We know that ten minutes is not going to be enough to settle things. I’m not sure that thirty or even sixty minutes will be enough. All I know is that we deserve to know which one of us is the better man. More importantly the fans need to know which one of us in the better man. So just like we agreed in this very ring two weeks ago out match at Legacy is going to be one fall to the finish. Best bring a snack ‘Hawk because you might beat me in the end, but it’s going to take you all night to do it.
{Gregor drops the mic and rolls out of the ring.}
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SINGLES MATCH
HTTT POINTS ARE ON THE LINE
Nick Danger vs Abraxes
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{Abraxes is merciless to the young man from the start, hammering him abount the ring and using his superior size to cut off Nick Danger's attempts at gaining momentum. Danger does manage to cut off a charge from Abraxes with a superkick, buying himself precious room, and uses his speed to assault the big man with a series of kicks and springboard maneuvers. However, when going for a springboard forearm smash, Abraxes was able to catch Nick and drag him into the HUSH draping DDT, followed by the CONSIGN TO DREAM for the three-count!}
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The Fate of... Fate?
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{Some pigeons are seen cooing and eating the bread crumbs left over from earlier in the day. A giant shadow peers over them. Startled they fly away while making loud noises. The camera zooms out revealing the figure behind the shadow. He turns around as if looking for someone. He shakes his head. Draco looking frustrated walks over to the giant oak tree and gets in a wide stance. He starts palm striking the tree causing leaves to fall around. He grunts with each strike.}
Draco: “ Where is *grunt* she? I was supposed *grunt* to meet her here three hours ago. *grunt* The Triad said today *grunt* is the day. They *grunt* promised-“
Suddenly a voice is heard.
? ? ?: “ They promised what?”
The voice cut the concentration of Draco as he just grazes the tree. He turns surprised. The camera zooms out showing a beautiful woman wearing some jeans, cowboy boots and hat, and a nice button up shirt. She laughs at the giant’s look on his face.
? ? ?: “The Triad were right. I was just testing your patience. You pass to finally meet me. I am your Fate.”
Draco’s startled look changes to one of joy as he kneels towards the lady.
Draco: “ Lady Fate! I’m sorry I wasn’t more prepared for your test! Please allow me to reconcile.”
Fate: “ It’s all good. *Raises her hand to allow Draco to stand* I’m just glad I finally get to meet my Dragon. The Triad have told me of your heroics there in IWF. And you know what? I would like to see it in person. So starting today, I will accompany you towards the ring.”
Draco gets a very excited look on his face.
Draco: “ I will not fail you. I will destroy IWF and bring you honor.”
Fate smiles and grabs on the giant arm of Draco. She rubs the bicep as it’s bigger than her head. She looks impressed and they walk out of the park and toward the arena in view.
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Nighthawk addresses his new number one contender
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{As Nighthawk kneels down outside his locker room at Anthony Field at Wildcat Stadium, he takes a moment to smile before slowly levering himself up to a standing position where he immediately moves into a proud position with the TV title over his shoulder. Clad in his teal shirt with a picture of himself on the front with the words "The Eyes Have It", black Adidas lycra shorts, and black mid-top sneakers, the "Wrestling Genius" stands to his full 5-11. }
Nighthawk: "Here we are, Gregor. Soon, the TV title will be on the line between the two of us. I look forward to this battle, and to answer a question. Admittedly, it is not a question that affects us directly. Rather, it's a fan discussion. You, Gregor, have been called a Viking. I have earned the right to be called a samurai. And over the years, people of varying degrees of knowledge have wondered who would win if our lineages battled. Soon, we will find out the answer. Goodnight, Gregor."
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SINGLES MATCH
HTTT POINTS ARE ON THE LINE
Warren Kane vs Grave Roberts w/Scott Handsome
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{As soon as the bell rings, Warren immediately goes to work, not wasting any time or giving his opponents any time to gain any ground. He seems to be trying to prove a point as he throws himself at his two opponents, quickly dismantling them and denything them any chance at building offensive momentum. Eventually he manages to land the Kidd Kick on Scott Handsome, quickly planting him on the ground and going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
Warren's theme music begins to play as he stands and stares down the ramp. "See!" he shouts, pointing at the defeated men. "We don't need her! We can do this ourselves! Trust that we can do this ourselves!"
Without another word, he exits the ring through the audience, leaving Handsome and Roberts looking like they're still not sure what hit them.}
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Being InFamous: Lineage fallout
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{ We find that the Wienermobile, the touring vehicle that serves as Being Infamous’ roving HQ, is pulling up just outside Anthony Field. The crowd cheers as they watch on the stadium’s videoboard; as the air brakes are applied, the side door opens automatically to give us a good look at the interior. The mood lighting is blood red as we see James Gilmore, Steve Awesome, and Rob Diamond lounging about in their seats with Fiona McFly at the wheel. }
Terri Morasco: Here comes Being Infamous!
Vasco Dias: Forget it, Rob got the can...remember?!
Terri Morasco: I don’t think they care!
{We see Rob Diamond and Company step off the bus and walking through the parking lot as the crowd cheers.}
Terri Morasco: Looks like Rob Diamond has arrived.
Vasco Dias: What the hell is he doing here? He was FIRED last night!
{Rob Diamond takes one last look at the Sacrifice sign and sighs. He walks up toward the entrance of the building where some guards stop him from entering.}
Guard: I’m sorry Mr. Diamond, We can’t let you in the building tonight.
{Rob takes a step back and hold his arms up to show he is harmless.}
Rob Diamond: Come on guys, I’m not here to cause trouble. I just wanted a chance to say goodbye to everybody.
Guard: I’m sorry Rob. But since you are no longer an employee, you no longer have access. Direct orders from Roberto Verona.
{Rob winces from the blow to his heart and he just nods but doesn’t say anything.}
Guard: I’m sorry man. I’m just doing my job out here.
Terri Morasco: Oh that’s just great. You already fired the man. Now he can’t even come in and say goodbye to his friends?
Vasco Dias: He should have thought of that before he LOST and got himself FIRED!
{Just then James Gilmore and Fiona McFly walk up.}
James Gilmore: I’ll tell you what, this ain’t right Rob.
{Fiona wraps her arms around Rob and gives him a great big hug.}
Fiona McFly: I’m really gonna miss having you out on the road with us, Rob.
{Rob tears up a bit.}
Rob Diamond: I’m going to miss you guys too.
{That’s when Steve Awesome walks up. He didn’t need to hear what was going on. He could already tell it was bad by the misty eyes and the somber mood. He probably didn’t need to know. He had already had enough.}
Steve Awesome: Where is Verona?
James Gilmore: Apparently our great “supreme leader” isn’t here yet.
{Steve turned and looked at Rob.}
Steve Awesome: You busy tonight?
{Rob glances back at Steve with a bit of a sardonic glare.}
Rob Diamond: ….Let me check my schedule….nope still fired.
Steve Awesome: Well I got a plan if you guys are in.
{Steve puts his fist in and Rob, James, and Fiona all look interested and they put their fists in.}
Steve Awesome: Being Infamous rides one last time.
Fiona McFly: Correction, Steve…
{ Fiona flashes the tattoo of her family’s crest, the flaming phoenix surrounded by an olive branch with a Latin inscription that means “die another day.” }
Fiona McFly: War’s not over ‘til we say it’s over. Being Infamous shall live onward -- you three guys handle the men’s side of things. Since I’m in the women’s division, I think I’ve got a little message for one Jess Fowler AND Jessica Reed…
{ Fiona pulls out a can of orange spraypaint. }
Fiona McFly: I’ve got some painting to do...
Vasco Dias: What? What do those idiots have planned now?
Terri Morasco: I don’t know but I like the sound of it.
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TAG TEAM MATCH
HTTT POINTS ARE ON THE LINE
Nick Knight and Almir Sayed vs Locke and Caleb Lockwodd
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Alison Valance: The following contest in a tag team match as part of the Heir to the Throne Tournament. Introducing first from Parts Unknown, he is “The Trickster” Locke!!!
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. }
Alison Valance: His partner from Oakland, California Caleb Lockwood!!!
{The screeching intro of "Malnourished" howls out over the PA, and Caleb Lockwood stalks out from the back, stopping himself in the middle of the stage, nodding as he cracks his neck with a smirk. After a moment of taking the crowd in, he stalks down towards the ring, shoulders squared. After his initial glance, he seems to completely ignore the crowd, focused solely on the ring in front of him as he advances with purpose in his eyes. Caleb slides into the ring, pushing himself up to his feet, shooting a death glare at the referee before walking to a corner and grabbing the ropes. Caleb abruptly leans forward and lets his grip arrest his momentum, bouncing back with a manic energy in his movements to repeat the motion as the lights come up and the music fades.}
Teri Morasco: The team of Locke and Lockwood should have a slight advantage in this match since neither of them wrestled at Lineage.
Vasco Dias: Not to mention the complete lack of chemistry between their opponents.
Their opponents { “Snake Charmer” by Annon Domini begins to play as Haseem steps out through the curtain to boos from the live audience. }
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 crowd boos him like crazy as he looks out with a smile. Together the two men head down the ramp 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! }
Alison Valance: His parter hails from Los Angeles, California. He is “The Hollywood Butcher” Nick Knight!!!
{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.}
{“The Hollywood Butcher” 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 across the ring at his opponent as he bounces from foot to foot waiting for the action to start.}
Vasco Dias: Holy crap! Nick Knight looks like Frankenstein!
Teri Morasco: Knight has thirty six stitches in his forehead from Abraxes tearing it open with the edge of that cowbell last weekend.
Vasco Dias: I don’t think I’ve ever seen skin quite that shade of purple.
{Locke and Caleb Lockwood discuss strategy for a moment and it is decided that Locke would start off for his team. Across the ring Knight just steps out onto the apron and tells Amir Sayed to have at it. Showing a disconnect between the two men before the bell even sounds. The referee calls for the bell and Locke and Sayed lock up in the center of the ring. Both men jockey for leverage until “The Trickster’s” uses his thirty-five pound weight advantage to take control and whip “The Money Maker” off of the ropes. Sayed ducks below a clothesline attempt before dropping Locke with a springboard back elbow. Almir nipped up and posed for the fans, earning a hearty round of jeers. In his celebration he got near his corner and Knight tags himself into the match.}
Vasco Dias:This is like deja vu.
Teri Morasco: Last time cost the pair five points.
{Knight steps between the ropes and the two men begin to argue. Looking to take advantage of the situation Lockwood shoots across the ring looking for a super kick. Smartly Nick is able to dodge, but the sole of the man Oak Town's boot connects with Sayed's patella dropping him in an instant. "The Hollywood Butcher" smiles down on his screaming partner and turns his attention back to Locke, who is still the legal man.}
Vasco Dias: Knight seems almost happy that his partner is down.
Teri Morasco: Can you blame him after the last time?
{Locke and Knight charge at each other and begin trading chops back forth. The crowd screams "Woo" with each one until they can no longer keep up. "The Gunslinger" is the first to up the ante with a forearm shiver and Nick returns fire. The forearm shots come fast and furious until this time "The Hollywood Butcher" ups the ante with a pair of stiff headbutts.}
Teri Morasco: Nick Knight is completely ignoring the fact that his forehead is held together by thirty six stitches.
Vasco Dias: What kind of psychopath does that?
Teri Morasco: One that want to win Heir to the Throne!
{Locke is staggered and back peddles several steps before regaining his balance and drills "The Real Bastard" with a spinning back elbow. Knight collapses to the canvas, his eyes roll back in his head and "The Trickster" just wills him to get to his feet. Instead the veteran Knight takes a powder to shake free the cobwebs. Instead of getting a respite Knight runs into Haseem who reads him the riot act before slapping him hard across the face. A cold rage burns in Nick's eyes as he send the smaller man crashing into the guardrail with a release overhead belly to belly suplex.}
Vasco Dias: Now was that really called for?
{Seeing his manager manhandled sets Sayed off and he gets in Nick’s face only to be thrown to the floor by a head and arm suplex.}
Vasco Dias: What in the hell is this lunatic doing?
Teri Morasco: Nick said he didn't care who he had to go through to win this match. I guess he's just proving it.
{Nick rolls back into the ring as Locke tags Caleb Lockwood into the contest for the first time. Knight extends a fist and the pair fist bump quickly before locking up. Caleb uses his quickness to apply a rear waist lock. Nick breaks the hands, standing switch, followed by a German suplex attempt that Lockwood blocks. Knight tries to turn the blocked German into a wheelbarrow suplex, Caleb rolls him up…
One…
Two…
Nick kicks out with authority and rolls to the floor.}
Vasco Dias: The only person Knight can hit any offense on is his own partner.
{Knight slaps the apron in frustration and rolls into the ring. Caleb allows Nick to climb to his feet and the two begin duking it out like a pair of prize fighters. The official warns them both for using closed fists, but they ignore the admonishment and keep throwing Haymarket. Blood begins to leak from the stitched up gash in the forehead of 'The Real Bastard,' but he doesn't seem to notice. Slowly the quickness of Lockwood comes to the forefront and he drives Nick into the corner. A series of heavy Muay Thai knees threatens to drop the big man. Then in a last ditch effort Knight drives Caleb to the canvas with an ugly uranagi. "The Hollywood Butcher" lays on the mat gasping like a fish out of water in desperate need of a tag, but his partner is still in a crumpled heap on the floor.}
Vasco Dias:Nick Knight could be tagging in Almir Sayed right now, but he's an idiot.
Teri Morasco:You act as if Almir is a paragon of intelligence.
Vasco Dias: You should watch what you say about "The Foundation of the Federation," I mean if you value your job.
Teri Morasco: You know what Vasco I'll say what I want about Roberto Verona, I'll say what I want about Eddie D, and I'll damn sure will say what I want about Almir Sayed.
Vasco Dias: Your funeral.
{Slowly both Nick Knight and Caleb Lockwood crawl towards their corners. Knight looks up to see that Almir Sayed is on the apron holding the back of his head, but reaching for the tag. Inch by inch Nick gets closer and just as their hands are about to touch Almir jumps down off of the apron and gives Knight the finger.
Across the ring Locke tags in and just lies in wait. Never one to back down from a fight "The Hollywood Butcher" climbs to his feet using the ropes for support. Stumbling towards the center of the ring Nick walks straight into a Gunslinger DDT. Locke makes the cover…
One…
Two…
Three!!!}
Teri Morasco:That snake in the grass! Almir Sayed hung Nick Knight out to dry.
Vasco Dias: What does this match matter to Almir? He doesn't need the points in some silly tournament. He's Eddy D's chosen one, "The Foundation of the Federation."
{The stadium lights go out as Personal Jesus by Lollipop Lust Kill begins to play over the sound system. The words "He's Coming" appears on the stadium scoreboard in blood red old English script. Pyro errupts and a spotlight illuminates a monster of a man dressed in a hooded robe. The man is holding a large book out before him.
Suddenly the lights come back on and the robed figure is gone. The camera zooms in on the bloody face of Nick Knight and there is fear in his eyes.}
Vasco Dias: What the hell is going on?
Teri Morasco: I think Nick Knight might be the only one that knows.
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SEGMENT
Jess Fowler has some words
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{The camera comes on to Jess Fowler's office where they are drinking whiskey.}
Jess Fowler: Like I said... don't bite the hand that feeds you.
{They smile.}
Jess Fowler: But I'm sure Fiona McFly can find some new way to make herself feel important.
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IWF MENS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Nu Zasshu vs Angel Blake(c)
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{ We come back from commercial with Nu Zasshu in the ring. }
Vasco Dias: It’s time for the IWF Men’s World Championship match!
Terri Morasco: I can’t believe we are still doing this.
Vasco Dias: Roberto decreed that Angel would defend his title every week!
Terri Morasco: Could he atleast defend against real challengers?
Vasco Dias: He just did!
Terri Morasco: That was a six man tag match!
Vasco Dias: Still counts as a successful defense!
{ All the lights in the arena go out as words blaze across the Imperitron. }
“Blessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.”
{ The opening notes of the orchestra version of Gateways begins to play as flames erupt across the stage like napalm. 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. Angel throws his arms up in the air as the metal version of Gateways really kicks into gear. Flames erupt all the way down the stage and ignite the ring posts as well as the lyrics finally kick in. }
The core principle of freedom
Is the only notion to obey
The formula of evolution and sin
Leading the way
{ Angel steps out of the flames looking over to the crowd with a terrible grin before looking toward the ring. He scowls as he begins to walk, flames erupting behind him with every step. Angel finally reaches 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: The chill that runs through the arena while Angel is making his entrance is indescribable.
Terri Morasco: A shame he’s hiding behind Roberto Verona.
Vasco Dias: Hiding!? I don’t see any other champion defending weekly!?
Terri Morasco: I can’t even with you right now.
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF Men’s World Championship!!!
{ Angel explodes out of his corner with a Divine Justice right to the face of Nu Zasshu prompting Blue Shoes to call for the bell and start the match! }
Vasco Dias: Here we go!
{ Blake unloads with palm strikes on Nu Zasshu and then rips him out of the corner with a Heaven’s Fury running bulldog! }
Vasco Dias: Blake isn’t wasting time!
Terri Morasco: Hard to waste time in a match like this.
Vasco Dias: Quiet!
{ Angel is up and Nu Zasshu nips up after him but Angel hits the Genocide Kick and then hits the Revelations on Nu Zasshu! }
Terri Morasco: Just end it already!
Vasco Dias: When the Champion is ready!
{ Blake pulls Nu Zasshu up off the mat and just cracks him with a backfist and hits Divine Wrath! }
Terri Morasco: He’s dead already!
{ Angel pulls Nu Zasshu up and cracks him with another Genocide Kick and then pulls Nu Zasshu up and into the DEADLIGHTS!!! Angel pins Nu Zasshu for the ONE! TWO! THREE! }
Alison Valance: You winner and still IWF Men’s World Champion! Angel Blake!
Terri Morasco: Well that was expected.
Vasco Dias: Of course! Angel is a titan!
{ Blake refuses the World title and instead asks for a microphone. }
Angel Blake: ANOTHER!
Terri Morasco: What!?
{ Suddenly Thunder Sid’s music hits and he comes walking out, Dean Harper can be seen behind Thunder telling him to get into the ring! }
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF Men’s World Championship!
Terri Morasco: What!?
Vasco Dias: Blake wants another challenger!
{ Thunder Sid runs down to the ring and jumps in where Blake hits him with a Genocide Kick right off the bat and the bell is called for! }
Vasco Dias: Two back to back World title defenses! This is amazing!
Terri Morasco: This is a joke!
Vasco Dias: This is unheard of in IWF!
{ Blake pulls Thunder Sid and cracks him with Divine Justice and then pulls him into the Last Gasp pulling piledriver! }
Vasco Dias: Amazing Angel has so much stamina left in his second world title defense!
Terri Morasco: This is absurd!
{ Blake pulls Thunder Sid up and hits another Genocide Kick and then drops him with the DEADLIGHTS!!! Blake pins Thunder Sid and gets a quick three count. }
Alison Valance: Your winner and still IWF Men’s World Champion. Angel Blake.
Vasco Dias: Stunning!
Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me!? This is a joke!
Vasco Dias: This is a historic night in IWF history!
{ Blake once again refuses the World title and takes a mic. }
Angel Blake: ANOTHER!
{ Blake throws the mic and now we see Soloman Khan pushed through the entrance by Dean Harper! }
Terri Morasco: Come on!
Vasco Dias: A third World title defense!? In a row!? This has never happened in the history of professional wrestling!
Terri Morasco: This is a sham!
Vasco Dias: You can’t deny the importance of this evening!
{ Khan runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. }
Alison Valance: The following contest-
{ Valance is cut off when Blake drills Khan with a Genocide Kick to the sound of the bell ringing! }
Vasco Dias: How is Angel still going after two full matches!?
Terri Morasco: I can’t even believe this.
{ Blake pulls Khan up and drops him with Tara’s Wings! }
Vasco Dias: What a beautiful ddt!
Terri Morasco: I can’t do this anymore.
{ Blake smiles as he pulls Khan up again and hits him with Divine Justice, a Genocide Kick and then pulls Khan up and into the DEADLIGHTS!!! Khan is down and Angel covers for another ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }
Alison Valance: Your winner… And still world champion… Angel Blake….
{ This time Angel takes the IWF Men’s World Champion and holds it high as his music plays! }
Vasco Dias: Three successful defenses in a row! In one night! This has never happened ever! Angel just made history again!
Terri Morasco: I have never seen such absurdity.
Vasco Dias: Well get used to it because this the kind of World Champion we have in IWF. A great and honorable man called Angel Blake!
Terri Morasco: Drink up that Kool Aid.
{ Blake continues to hold up the World title as his music plays and we head to a commercial. }
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SEGMENT
PTB: It's a celebration!
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{ We come back from the break on a close up of the commentary booth with Terri and Vasco. }
Vasco Dias: As we all saw last week at Lineage, the Powers that Be came out victorious against those despicable dogs known as Being InFamous.
Terri Morasco: Please Vasco, a man lost his job because of that match. A man who held just about every title the IWF men’s division ever had and goddamn deserves to be in the Hall of Fame!
Vasco Dias: I don’t deal in opinions, Terri, I deal in facts. And facts are Being InFamous, Rob Diamond specifically agreed to the terms of the match and now suffers the consequences of his hubris!
Terri Morasco: Sometimes I can’t tell where your neck ends and Verona’s asshole begins!
Vasco Dias: Don’t be upset with me-
{ The lights in the arena go out as Mission Statement by Stone Sour hits. }
Vasco Dias: Silence Terri! The Powers that Be have arrived!
Terri Morasco: We literally saw Dean and Angel earlier?
Vasco Dias: But now all three are here together! It’s a celebration, Terri!
{ Roberto Verona steps out into the spot light dressed in the finest suit money can offer followed by Angel Blake dressed very similarly but in all black, no face paint and the Men’s World Championship over his shoulder, finally Dean steps out with a leather dress coat on over a t-shirt and dark wash jeans. }
Vasco Dias: Behold our benevolent leaders!
Terri Morasco: You mean malevolent?
Vasco Dias: Which one is the bad one?
Terri Morasco: The one I said.
Vasco Dias: Then I meant what I said!
{ The crowd roars with jeers as all three members of the Powers that Be make their way down to the ring. Roberto Verona allows Angel and Dean to step into the ring first and then follows his comrades. The three stand in the center of the ring, Verona between Angel and Dean. }
Roberto Verona: Allow me first to congratulate our reigning, defending, undefeated IWF Men’s World Champion, ANGEL BLAKE!
{ Roberto and Dean both begin to clap for Angel who takes a slight bow. }
Vasco Dias: Not to mention his three successful title defenses earlier in the night!
Terri Morasco: You mean when he padded his record?
Vasco Dias: I mean when he defeated three top notch talents!
{ The crowd is absolutely livid. }
Roberto Verona: Having a man like Angel Blake hold the most prestigious World Championship in the history of professional wrestling along with having Dean Harper absolutely dominate in the Heir to the Throne gives me hope for the future of this company!
{ Asshole chants start. }
Roberto Verona: However, as easy as it would be for me to stand here and self congratulate ourselves all the livelong night we are out here to mourn the loss of a worthy competitor.
{ Dean leans in and whispers something to Roberto. }
Roberto Verona: Oh, how foolish of me. I meant to say we are out here to CELEBRATE THE FIRING OF ROB DIAMOND!!!
{ The crowd is united in hatred. }
Vasco Dias: Good riddance!
Terri Morasco: Seriously!?
Dean Harper: Only three things make me truly happy in this life. My son’s smile, the feeling of a man being made subservient to me and the look on Rob Diamond’s face when I rip his pretty little heart out! It gets me every damn single time!
{ Dean maniacally laughs as his father pats him on the back. }
Angel Blake: We took the head of the serpent known as Being InFamous… Next we burn the bodies!
{ Roberto nods his head. Roberto goes to talk when suddenly Steve Awesome’s face pops up on the Imperi-tron. }
Steve Awesome: Hey Verona. Yo. Up here asshole.
{ Verona and crew look up to see that smirk of Steve Awesome flashed at them. Roberto immediately goes to the ref to tell him to signal to the back to cut the feed but Steve just laughs. }
Steve Awesome: oh no no. You aren’t cutting my feed tonight Verona. I think your audio truck is a little preoccupied….”
{ Steve steps to the side to show the fired Rob Diamond acting like a raving lunatic and chasing all the tech crew around and freaking them out. }
Steve Awesome: Nope. Tonight Verona, I’M in control. I got a live mic. You are gonna shut up and listen to what I got to say. And I’m gonna tell you right now that you really aren’t going to like what it’s going to be.”
{ Steve shrugs. }
Steve Awesome: I just hope that afterward you don’t decide to have me banned from the company and erase me from the history books, like the other people who speak up on the real truths that you don’t want the world to hear.
{ Steve smirks and cocks his head to the side. }
Steve Awesome: Isn’t that right? Xavier Cross?
{ Steve waves hi to his banned buddy sitting at home. The crowd oohs as Steve brings up a name he isn’t supposed to say on IWF television. }
Terri Morasco: ohh boy. This is gonna get real personal real quick!
Vasco Dias: Someone needs to cut his mic off now!
Steve Awesome: First off I'd like to give a huge “thank you” to you Roberto. I’ll admit right here and now that you do have at least one shred of human decency to give your employees access to things that should be basic human rights. Congratulations Roberto, you are one step above Jeff Bezos.
{ Steve shrugs it off. }
Steve Awesome: But other than that Verona. I just flat out don’t like you. I don’t care that you graciously signed my contract or “allow” me to wrestle on your shows. I know that we both make money off those appearances. I don’t care what kind of PR deal you hide behind. I hate the idea of you Verona. I hate what you stand for. You always talk about opportunities for all. Everyone gets a chance. It’s the same political platform you used to run ncw out of business. You opened up IWF as an alternative and a friendly little place for all wrestlers to get a chance. But in reality you could give two shits about opportunity. You just wanted to be able to be the one who decides who gets one and who doesn’t.”
{ Steve runs a palm through his hair as he continues. Verona stands there glaring up at the screen. }
Steve Awesome: You told everyone all about how corrupt nCw was and all the shady things Adam Knite did and then here you are seven years later, standing with your hand picked psychopaths, holding the the world title hostage…heh”
{ He stops and smirks. }
Steve Awesome: I’d say you are one bad Knitemare away from booking Jess Reed as the men’s world champion and shutting this place down in a blaze of stupid glory.”
{ Steve just shakes his head. }
Steve Awesome: And that’s your dumbass problem with your little land of opportunity company. You could be running a global sensation with top notch talent making billions of dollars but instead you book your favorite types and you just continue to tread the same water and make the same money. And lord knows you have a type. You put forward the same psychopaths and lunatics all the time. People who think they are gods and devils and demons. Hell, I didn’t even get any love from you until I fell deep into alcoholism. Meanwhile a guy like Nighthawk can’t get a real shot because he loves his wife and doesn’t drink and smoke. Warren Kane falls under the radar because he doesn’t think he’s some kind of holy entity inside of a man. Hell, Jayson Matthews is getting dicked around by Eddy D just because all he wants to do is have fun and wrestle. Those guys can’t get a shot because they don’t have some kind of personal issue that Roberto Verona can exploit for money.”
{ Steve slowly shakes his head. }
Steve Awesome: You could be a world wide conglomerate of a company but instead you are surrounded by doofy looking yes men with stupid beards.
{ Steve shrugs. }
Steve Awesome: But despite all that all that Verona, that’s not why I’m gonna kick your ass. I’m gonna kick your ass because you have had me beat up multiple times. You did ensure that I lost my world championship. And most recently and honestly what I feel is the most important thing at this point….you had my best friend fired! And also, I’m going to kick your ass, because your own fart huffing ass just really needs an ass whipping.
{ Steve smirks. }
Steve Awesome: And I think others would agree, right Gilmore?
{ Verona, Angel and Dean have had enough and go to leave the ring when James Gilmore steps out through the curtain. Roberto half laughs at James who is heading toward the ring but the laugh stops when Warren Kane, Caleb Lockwood, Nighthawk, Draco Wolfe and Jack Ferriman come running out behind him, all the men scramble into the ring and attack the Powers that Be! }
Steve Awesome: oh and Verona? Just remember what I said on Twitter about what I would do the next time I see you….
{ On the screen, Steve points behind Verona. Roberto turns around to see Steve standing there in person. Steve was seething with rage but he still flashed a big grin. }
Steve Awesome: I see you!!
{ Steve drills Roberto with a huge Spear and the two brawl to the outside while Angel tries to fight off Caleb, Draco and Nighthawk. James and Jack are attacking Dean. Dean manages to push them away and comes face to face with Warren. The two exchange a look and Dean slowly moves past Warren to help his father. Warren then attacks Angel as Dean tries to fight off Draco and Nighthawk. }
Vasco Dias: This is madness!
Terri Morasco: This is what happens when you run a tyrannical empire!
Vasco Dias: They should all be fired!
Terri Morasco: Then who would we book!?
{ Finally Robero’s private security team comes running out from the back along with the arena security, referees and the Chosen Elite who pull everyone apart. }
Vasco Dias: They will pay for this! They will all pay for this!
{ Roberto, Angel and Dean all regroup on the ramp as the security team keeps everyone else in the ring, the Chosen Elite stand between the Powers that Be and the men in the ring as well, keeping the peace. Angel locks eyes with Warren as a little dribble of blood works it’s way down from the mouth of the champion, Warren gives a little head nod with a smirk as Dean realizes what happened. }
Vasco Dias: This will not go unpunished!
Terri Morasco: I think the Powers that Be just met their match!
Vasco Dias: Punished!
{ Roberto smiles at the smirking Steve Awesome. Verona points his fingers to his eyes and then one finger to Steve signaling that he see’s him too and he mouths the word “Soon” as we come to a close. }
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SINGLES MATCH
HTTT POINTS ARE ON THE LINE
Dean Harper vs Falcon
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{The low drawl of Eve to Adam's Immortal starts. After a few seconds, it kicks into the full sound, and the man known simply as Falon exited the curtain. Jane, the handler, in tow, and the pair walk to the ring.}
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the Immortal, FALCON!
Terri Morasco: The fans have not forgotten Falcon, and how could they? Decades of putting his body, his life on the line for the fans, blazing trails and setting examples.
Vasco Dias: I don't know why he agreed to this. Must have been a lot of zeroes on that check.
{Falcon climbs in, immediately heading to a corner and sitting down, leaning against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the second rope. Jane makes her way to a special front row ringside seat. The song slowly fades away, and once the bell rings Falcon grabs the rope and hauls himself up to stand, ready to fight.}
Alison Valance: And his opponent...
{Lights go to black, leaving the arena in dark silence for a few moments before the dark, rhythmic pulses of the beginning of Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War drums by A Perfect Circle begins to surge through the arena.}
Don't fret precious, I'm here
Step away from the window, go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils
See, they don't give a fuck about ...you like I do
{Lights flash randomly through the arena, and soon flashes of some of the most savage moments of Dean's career flash in flickering effect on the 'tron. Finally, a single white spotlight shines down in the center of the stage, where Dean is crouching as he shifts side to side along with the music, hoodie and leather jacket open to show a bare chest underneath. He smiles up at the camera, eyes alight with a savage mania before he leaps to his feet, the motion bringing a massive flash as every light in the arena flares.}
Alison Valance: Representing the Powers That Be, from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, weighing in at 185 pounds, Dean Harper!
Terri Morasco: The chosen representative of the Powers That Be, Dean Harper has not failed to pick up points whenever he has had a chance.
Vasco Dias: And he'll keep that streak going, mark my words.
{He holds that position for a few moments, fist raised in the air before sprinting down to ringside. He leaps up onto the Apron, vaulting over the top rope and flipping into a roll that carries him to the opposite side of the ring, where he catches himself in the ropes and lounges amongst them almost casually, bobbing his head along with the music.}
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices, son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
{With the help of the ropes, he shrugs off the hoodie and jacket before sliding back into the ring, tossing the removed clothing into the crowd. He takes a slow turn, arms wide as he takes in the reaction from the crowd, before cracking his neck and settling into his corner.}
Alison Valance: Legend versus superstar. The past meets the present. Let's see how this goes.
{The bell rings, and the two men circle for a moment before Dean leaps into the DANCE THE SPIRAL! NO! Falcon ducks under the kick, almost having seen it coming, and backflips to catch Dean with the PELE KICK! Dean is stunned immediately, and Falcon goes to whip him to the ropes. Dean manages to reverse, planting himself for the UP IS DOWN, but Falcon SPRINGBOARDS OFF AND INTO A REVERSE DDT! COVER! ONE! TWO! THR—NO!}
Terri Morasco: HE ALMOST GOT HIM! Falcon almost pinned Dean Harper in SECONDS there!
Vasco Dias: I was about to lose my mind there! Who could have seen that coming?!
Terri Morasco: Judging by that expression, not Dean!
{Indeed, Dean is snarling as he gets to his feet, but Falcon immediately presses in, hammering Dean with a forearm strike to send him stumbling. The veteran keeps on top of Dean, firing shots into his shoulderblades and following them up with rocking European uppercuts to keep Dean in a constant state of whiplash. A low kick follows for Falcon, then a switch middle kick, and Falcon fires off a high kick! Dean ducks under the kick, only for Falcon to whirl through into a SPINNING ENZUIGIRI that fells Dean like a stone! Falcon follows up with a beautiful Lionsault! COVER! ONE! TWO! THRE—NO!}
Terri Morasco: And another hammering sequence from Falcon, keeping Dean on his toes, or more appropriately his back!
Vasco Dias: There is NOTHING appropriate about this! Not at all!
Terri Morasco: Former Women's World Champion Gabriela Luna said she grew up idolizing Falcon, and with action like this it's not hard to see why!
{Dean clambers to his feet, woozy, holding his temple, and Falcon lights him up with another middle kick before hauling him in for the AERIAL SPIKE! NO! Dean stomps on Falcon's foot before firing a shot to his midsection, sending the older man stumbling back. Dean's head snaps up, and he screams at Falcon, shouting "THAT ALL YOU GOT?!" Falcon delivers another kick, and this time Dean fires back with a vicious right hand. The two men trade strikes in the center of the ring, and Dean manages to overcome the bigger man with a spinning side kick that staggers him back, knocking the wind out of him. Dean presses in and drives a big kneelift into Falcon's midsection, repeating the process once, twice, three times before whipping him sternum-first into the ropes and catching him with a rebounding German suplex! Falcon stumbles and falls on the second rope, and Dean wastes no time in stalking over to kick the rope up into his throat. Dean shouts down at Falcon "NO BREAKS, OLD MAN!" before hammering him with another stomp, soaking in the boos of the crowd.}
Terri Morasco: Dean finding a hole in Falcon's gameplan there by denying him a chance to recuperate after taking control, and it looks like he's got early results here.
Vasco Dias: Dean is a man eighteen years Falcon's junior, and with his recent slimming down his conditioning has only improved. This is where Dean gets to play the slow-down role, oddly enough for him, and really make Falcon suffer.
{Dean cinches in a chinlock, grinding his knee into Falcon's back, and wrenches viciously on the hold, hissing in Falcon's ear to submit. Falcon refuses, however, shaking his head and gritting his teeth as he tries to get his feet underneath him. The crowd claps along, trying to will the former World Champion back into things, and Falcon delivers a big elbow to Dean's got as he forces a knee underneath himself. Dean staggers, but doesn't break the hold, and Falcon delivers a second, pushing up. Still it stays in place. A third elbow to the gut manages to loosen Dean's grip, and Falcon hooks his arm underneath, delivering a huge hip toss that sends Dean skidding across the ring!}
Terri Morasco: Falcon going for distance there with that hip toss! My God, what a throw!
Vasco Dias: That hip toss is a weapon as potent as any, and you can see what it did to Dean! That's the downside to shedding that weight, Terri: it makes it easier for people to throw you around!
{Dean clutches his spine in agony, and Falcon charges into him in the corner, sandwiching him with a huge high dropkick. Dean staggers out of the corner, and Falcon charges him, looking for a FLOAT-OVER NECKBREAKER! NO! Dean shoves him off, hitting the ropes, and delivers a quick SLING BLADE! Falcon bounces up, and another Sling Blade connects! Falcon, charging again, gets slung overhead by a belly-to-belly suplex that launches him spine-first into the turnbuckles, and Dean measures the target before running in and front-flipping into a cannonball senton that crushes Falcon against the botton turnbuckle! Falcon stumbles back to his feet slowly, shaking his head, and Dean climbs to the second rope, measuring his victim before leaping off and connecting with the OATHBREAKER! Falcon's head snaps back like he's been shot, and Dean covers! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT!}
Terri Morasco: THE IMMORTAL WILL NOT DIE!
Vasco Dias: DIE, DAMMIT! SAVE YOURSELF AND DIE!
{Dean hauls Falcon up by his hair, delivering a vicious slap to his jaw before yanking him into a Russian leg sweep! Not wasting any time, Dean flips through into a crushing leg drop across Falcon's throat, keeping his momentum rolling. Dean hauls Falcon to the ropes, slinging him to the apron, and kicks the rope into his face again, leaving Falcon clinging on to the second rope desperately. Dean measures Falcon and winks to the camera before hitting the ropes, looking for the DESCENT INTO HELL WHICH FALCON COUNTERS WITH A DESPERATION SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT! Dean slumps diagonally near the corner, and the crowd roars as Falcon points to the turnbuckle wearily, signaling for the Swanton Bomb!}
Terri Morasco: Swanton Bomb is coming here! This could be the end!
Vasco Dias: If Falcon wins here, I'll eat my hat! I'll eat your hat! SOMEONE GIVE ME A HAT!
{Falcon climbs to the top rope wearily, measuring Dean, and takes a moment to bask in the crowd before leaping off and flipping forward with a vicious, heavy SWANTON BOMB!
THAT MEETS DEAN HARPER'S KNEES! Falcon crashes off Dean's knees, clutching his spine with a howl of pain, and Dean struggles to his feet slowly, rubbing his shins. He grabs Falcon, setting him up in a back suplex position, lifting him for the PRODUCT OF WAR! NO! FALCON SLIDES DOWN DEAN'S BACK AND SNARES HIM IN A ROLL-UP!}
Terri Morasco: ROLL-UP!
Vasco Dias: FALCON'S ULTIMATE MOVE! NO!
{ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! Dean kicks out just in the nick of time, and Falcon barely has the energy to get to his feet. Dean, though, has more than that, and Falcon turns around into the DANCE THE SPIRAL! Falcon drops to the canvas, unmoving, but Dean clearly isn't done. He climbs to the top rope, flipping the bird at Falcon before flinging himself off for a particularly vicious SCREAMING FROM THE SKY! Cover! Blue Shoes almost seems to have an expression of relief as he counts ONE! TWO! THREE! Dean's music plays as he struggles to his feet, clutching his midsection.}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Dean Harper!
Terri Morasco: Dean managed to get the win the Powers that Be wanted, but at what cost?
Vasco Dias: That was a heavier fight than he was expecting, but I'm not surprised he pulled it out. Dean's got that mean streak to him, and he wasn't going to let himself be shown up by—
Terri Morasco: Someone his father's age?
Vasco Dias: Shut up! Not what I meant!
{Dean spits on the fallen Falcon to a chorus of boos, slipping out of the ring and walking backwards up the ramp with a weary, but triumphant, look on his face as the logo bumper comes up.}
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SEGMENT
War's Not over
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{ We cut to the small office that serves as a temporary HQ for IWF's management team. Black-shirted security guards are in the area, dumbfounded by what they're seeing. We see that the office has been totally trashed, the oakwood desk looking as if it had been cut down the middle with a chain saw! A pair of "blow-up dolls" in the likenesses of Jess Fowler and Jessica Reed are hanging upside-down from the ceiling. The walls have been spray-painted in a distinctive orange hue, with the words that read... }
"BE INFAMOUS...OR BE SQUARE!!!"
{ Otto, the longtime security supervisor, walks into the picture with a smirk on his face. }
Otto: It is as she said...the war ain't over 'til they say it's over!
{ The crowd goes wild, realizing that it was Fiona's handiwork as the show comes to a close... }
Well howdy there pardner.