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SINGLES MATCH
Cals Jacobsen vs Kay Cee Summer
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{The match starts with some hard hitting moves from Cals and she ends the match pinning Kay Cee Summers.}
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SINGLES MATCH
Hercules the Monster vs Adel Trevant
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{As soon as Hercules comes out to the ring, the lights go out and when they are back on Adel has Hercules pinned for the three count.}
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SEGMENT
BI: What next?
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{ Outside Ratliff Stadium, we find Wiener-1 parked next to the field house and athletic office complex. Inside, thereās a very different vibe as James Gilmore twirls the driverās seat to face Steve Awesome and Fiona McFly -- who has opted to sit in a passenger seat after driving the bus for this entire tour. JJ took a deep breath as he tapped his briefcase, now featuring a piece of paper marked with the words āMEGA FLAREā -- a reference to Bahamutās ultimate attack in the Final Fantasy franchise. }
James Gilmore: Steve, dude...at the very minimum, I wouldnāt make any wisecracks around Fi. Yulia and I tagged along the other day to help get her a new truck and all thatā¦
{Steve Awesome sits in his seat and barely takes his eyes off the window.}
Steve Awesome: Believe it or not, Gilmore. Iām actually not in the mood for wisecracks. In case you donāt remember the long awkwardly silent car ride over here, we are a member down. All I can think about is getting the Powers That Be, and especially Verona, back!
{Steve Awesome gets up from his seat and slides open the door.}
Steve Awesome: Matter of factā¦.Iām ready to fight now. Iām ready to finish this tonight! Iām ready for revenge!
James Gilmore: Yeahā¦
{ James taps on the briefcase before pulling out a can of Dr. Pepper. }
James Gilmore: They think they have this in the bag. Just wait ātil I bust this bad-boy out on āem.
{ Fiona ekes out a slight grin, all in spite of the accident that totaled her Niro. }
Fiona McFly: I hope I find the fucker who drove off after I rear-ended him. Tried to confront him as he was texting on his phoneā¦
James Gilmore: Oh, that aināt legal! At least youāre okay...now howāre ya likinā that new truck?!
{ Fiona simply nodded her head, finding herself enjoying the 2021 Ford F-150 hybrid she had picked out to replace the Niro. }
Steve Awesome: Oh yeah. In your hands James, that briefcase is a tidal wave! You are gonna surf it right into Angel Blake. And me? I know Verona is here tonight. Iām not done punching him in his teeth!ā
{Steve steps off the van and turns to grab the sliding door.}
Steve Awesome: āSo tonight Iām going hunting for Verona!ā
{Steve goes to slide the door shut but stops and peaks his head in one more time.}
Steve Awesome: And Fionaā¦.try not to wreck anythingā¦ā¦
{Steve slides the door shut and turns to walk toward the building.}
Steve Awesome: HA! Guess I still had one wisecrack left in me.
{Steve laughs to himself as he walks toward the building.}
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SINGLES MATCH
Astrid Hall vs Kate Steele
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{As the bell rings Astrid goes to town on Kate and pins her for the three count.}
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SEGMENT
"The Plan."
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{The camera shows a door and as it zooms out the name plate is visible. NIGHTHAWK. Some rumbling is heard inside as the door opens to show Fate, Draco, and Nighthawk talking.}
Fate: ā Now what we want to do is basically divide and conquer.ā
Draco: ā Yes since we have never tagged before our teamwork would be that of toddlers trying to play with toys. So my idea is that you dominate in the ring while I destroy them from the outside. That way they canāt team up on us. I do have Fate on my side as well. She can make them like a pretzel. So what do you think, Mister Nighthawk?ā
Nighthawk: "If Roberto Verona wants to give us a war, we will return it in kind."
Draco & Fate: ā Great!ā
Fate: ā Jinx!ā
Draco: ā Damn.ā
{Draco extends his hand toward Nighthawk as Fate holds on to Dracoās arm.}
Draco: ā Letās show that the Powers That Be canāt control Fate.ā
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SINGLES MATCH
Gregor Winter vs Jayson "The Mallrat" Matthews
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{The drum fill kicks in the door and the guitar riff of 311ās Perfect Mistake starts blasting over the PA system.}
āListen Up!ā
{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.ā¦ā¦JAYSON 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.}
āOhhhhhhhhhh
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..}
Alison Valance: His opponent weights in at three hundred pounds, hailing from Chicken, Alaskaā¦āThe Modern Day Vikingā Gregor Winter!!!
{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 sounds of boots becomes the drum and guitar intro of Out of The Black. The crowd stands in hushed silence when Winter does not appear on the stage.}
Teri Morasco: We saw just a few minutes ago the aftermath of a viscous attack on Gregor Winter.
Vasco Dias: I guess that will teach him to watch what he says about people.
Teri Morasco: Are you suggesting that The Chosen Elite had something to do with this? What about that strange paper Willy Carter found stapled to Gregorās chest?
{Nearly a minute passes before āThe Modern Day Vikingā burst onto the entrance ramp and makes his way towards the ring. He does not bother to wait for his pyros or shake hands with the fans, as he stomps towards the ring. The big manās right eye is starting to swell shut and a bandage is wrapped around his head.}
Vasco Dias: How is he possibly still standing?
Teri Morasco: I donāt know, but thatās one pissed off Viking.
Vasco Dias: Someone has to stop this before he kills poor Jayson Mathews.
{Matthews does not even give the big man an opportunity to get in the ring before launching himself between the ropes with a tope suicida. The high risk maneuver has the big man rocking, but it doesnāt take him off of his feet. Keeping the momentum going Jayson climbs the ring steps, springs off of the middle rope and drives Winter skull first into the floor with a tornado DDT. āThe Banana Smasherā is right back up to his feet and he rolls the much bigger Gregor into the ring. The referee calls for the bell and Jayson immediately makes the coverā¦
Oneā¦
Twoā¦
Theā¦
Winter weakly kicks out!!!}
Teri Morasco: Gregor Winter is obviously not one hundred percent after that beating he took earlier tonight
Vasco Dias: Iām pretty sure that was the whole point of the beating. Eddie D is not a fool, no matter what you think.
Teri Morasco: Why are you so hung up on the idea that the beating was perpetrated by The Chosen Elite.
Vasco Dias: Who else would have done it.
{Gregor slowly climbs to his feet slowly, while Jayson Matthews has him locked firmly in his sights. Matthews hits Banana Sandwich...no! Winter catches his and awkwardly throws the smaller man across the ring. "The Modern Day Viking" shakes loose the cobwebs and nearly beheads his opponent with a lariat followed by dropping a pair of Harley Race style knee drops with pinpoint accuracy.}
Teri Morasco: If it was The Chosen Elite that jumped Gregor Winter, they might want to try harder next time.
Vasco Dias: Who said it was The Chosen Elite.
Teri Morasco: Neverending.
{Winter grabs Matthews by his crotch and shoulder and lifts the man from the motor city high over head in a military press. Showing off his strength he does a trio of reps before tossing Jayson up into the lights and walking away. Matthews crashes to the canvas, the air driven from his lungs. Gregor walks across the ring and climbs to the top rope. Back flipping he lands atop Jayson.}
Terri Morasco: Weapon of Mass Destruction!!!
{Gregor hooks the legā¦
Oneā¦
Twoā¦
Three!!!}
Teri Morasco: Gregor Winter sending a very loud message to whoever attacked him backstage by hitting the WMD.
Vasco Dias: I have to admit that seeing a big man fly like that is impressive.
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HANDI CAP TAG TEAM MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
HTTT Points are on the line
If someone makes Warren Kane bleed they get a $5,000 bonus
Caleb Lockwood and Warren Kane vs Nick Knight, Locke and Nick Danger
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{The match is hard hitting and very rough. Nick Knight manages to hit Warren hard enough to bust him open and has the match almost won when Nick Danger tags in. Warren manages to tag Caleb in who pins Danger for the win.}
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SEGMENT
BI: On the hunt
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{we cut backstage to find Steve Awesome walking through the halls in search of Roberto Verona.}
Steve Awesome: Verona!? Where the hell are you?
{A few crew members come walking past.}
Steve Awesome: Any of you seen Roberto?
{They all shake their heads and keep walking. Steve sighs and continues his search.}
Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome is on the hunt for Roberto Verona.
Vasco Dias: What do you think Steve will do when he finds Verona?
Terri Morasco: Whatever Steve wants.
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SEGMENT
"James I 3:19."
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{The scene opens with medics and production staff scrambling backstage. Reporter Willy Williams stands with microphone in hand as the chaos unfolds behind him.}
Willy Williams: It's hectic backstage as medical personal work on Gregor Winter. Winter was the victim of a vicious attack and his match against Jayson Matthews is inā¦
{Willy is interrupted when Winter crashes through the swarm of bodies.}
Gregor Winter: I don't need any damn doctor.
Trainer: Gregor your eye is swelling shut and you have a huge gash in the back of your head.
Gregor Winter:You got any tape?
{The trainer hands the big man a roll of athletic tape and he begins wrapping his head. The monster of a man then rips a piece of paper off of his chest and stomps off towards the Gorilla position.
Willy reaches down and picks up the paper. Looking really confused he reads it aloud.}
Willy Williams:" Book of Crosse, James I 3:19
For He so loathed the world, that he gave his Son, the spawn of a forbidden union, and whosoever refuse to belive in him should not only perish, but have everlasting agony."
What the hell?
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HANDI CAP TAG TEAM MATCH
HTTT Points are on the line
1K RP Word Limit
The Chosen Elite do not have to tag to enter the ring legally
Nighthawk and Draco Wolfe vs The Chosen Elite (Almir, Scott and Grave)
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{ The match started off with Nighthawk and Scott Handsome. Scott was clearly outmatched from the get go as Nighthawk tried to isolate Scott from his corner in holds. Nighthawk worked over the left arm of Scott for much of the opening five minutes of the match, wrenching it and going for various armbar variations but Scott always managed to get to the ropes to break the hold. Draco went after Grave and Almir several times during this period but Almir always allowed Grave to fight as the referee struggled to maintain control. Nighthawk isolated Scott to tag in Draco. Draco hit several hard knee strikes on Scott followed by a big stinger splash. Draco would go for the Draconic Howl but Scott managed to escape and tag in Grave Roberts. At this point Nighthawk went after Almir on the outside but Almir shoved Scott at Nighthawk. Grave and Draco went toe to toe for about five minutes, mostly in a test of brute strength. Grave would go for high knees and Draco would counter with muay thai strikes. Eventually it was Draco who gained the upper hand with a superkick and a tag to Nighthawk. Nighthawk went after the left leg of Grave and worked it over. Nighthawk locked in a knee bar and then transitioned to a figure four. Grave would escape the hold and managed to level Nighthawk with a big boot and tag Scott back in. Draco once more went after Grave on the outside as the referee threatened to DQ them both. Scott haphazardly went after Nighthawk and got locked into a crossface for his trouble. Draco would tag back in and this time hit the Draconic Howl. Draco went for the cover but Grave and Almir broke it as Nighthawk met them in the ring. Almir drug Scott back to the corner and tagged himself in. Grave sprinted around the outside of the ring and nailed Nighthawk. Haseem jumped up onto the apron and yelled to Draco, Fate tried to keep Draco on point so Scott came in to distract the referee. Almir hit a low blow and a roll up with a fist full of tights on Draco for the three count! }
Vasco Dias: The Chosen Elite have done it!
Terri Morasco: It was four on two!?
Vasco Dias: They still won!
{ Almir is quick to get up and starts celebrated post match as Grave and Scott head to the outside to work over Nighthawk. Draco pulls himself up and does not look happy. }
Vasco Dias: Draco needs to take a step away from the Chosen One!
{ Draco drills Almir with a superkick to the back of his head and then spins Almir around into FACE FATE! }
Terri Morasco: Almir just got laid out!
{ Draco then turns his attention to Grave and Scott and charges out of the ring after them! Draco grabs Grave and hits the Draconic Howl! Scott tries to get the jump on Draco but he hits a superkick that knock Scott right into the arms of Nighthawk and an ORANGE CRUSH BOMB! Draco and Nighthawk slowly walk off together as Almir is still down in the ring. }
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SEGMENT
Eddie D. discuses Jayson Matthews future in IWF
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{ We open on Jayson Matthews on his way to the office of Eddie D. }
Jayson Matthews: Ok. So youāre going to go in there and tell him youāre not going to be a part of his little group! Yeah!
{ Jayson starts to hype himself up. }
Jayson Matthews: You wanna discuss my future, big Ed!? Well guess what!? I make my own future!
{ Jayson reaches the door of Eddie D. }
Jayson Matthews: You got this.
{ Jayson pushes the door open with a look of determination on his face only to see Almir Sayed, Haseem, Grave Robert, Scott Handsome and of course Eddie D. waiting for him. }
Eddie D: Jayson! Nice of you to join us.
{ Jayson looks around the room and no one seems happy to see him. Haseem very obviously drags a finger across his throat as Jayson swallows. }
Eddie D: Please, take a seat.
{ No one else in the room is sitting, not even Eddie D but Jayson doesnāt want to start something so he sits down in front of Eddieās desk. }
Eddie D: Do you know why I asked you here?
{ Eddie D said as he took a seat on top of his desk just in front of Jayson. }
Jayson Matthews: To discuss my future?
{ Jayson asks as he looks around at the other men in the Chosen Elite. Eddie D raises an eyebrow. }
Eddie D: What?
{ Eddie D seems confused. }
Jayson Matthews: I mean, thatās what it says on the call sheet?
{ Eddie D slaps the top of his forehead and laughs. }
Eddie D: Goddamn idiots! No! I donāt want to discuss your future! I want to discuss the future! The future of IWF!
{ Jayson lets out a sigh of relief as he looks around at the other men who are still glaring at him. }
Eddie D: Now I know youāre still in your first year of wrestling and young to the business-
{ Jayson lifts his hand to correct Eddie D but Haseem makes a ātsk!ā sound to stop him. }
Eddie D: But the product is getting stale! People are tired of seeing good to great wrestling matches strung together with interpersonal drama! They want something new! And I have just the idea.
Jayson Matthews: Whatās that?
Eddie D: Sacrifice Underworld.
{ Jayson doesnāt know what to say as the others start clapping. }
Jayson Matthews: What is Sacrifice Underworld?
Eddie D: The greatest idea that has ever been had.
{ Eddie D stands up. }
Eddie D: Picture this. Two jacked men in a ring with no ropes. Three five minute rounds. No wrestling, just fighting.
Jayson Matthews: So the movie Kickboxer?
{ Eddie D leans back and Haseem makes like heās going to slap Jayson but Almir stops him. }
Eddie D: I donāt even know what that is. NO! My idea will revolutionize what professional wrestling is by completely abandoning the idea of wrestling! No high spots! No chair shots! No face paint or flashy tights! Just two men having a bare knuckle brawl for dominance!
Jayson Matthews: Or maybe the movie Bloodsport?
{ Now Haseem is ready to kill Jayson and it takes Almir and Grave to hold him back. }
Eddie D: Again, never heard of it. So Jayson! Next week it is going to be you and someone else in the first ever Sacrifice Underworld match and I promise you it is going to be HUUUUUUGE!!!!
{ Jayson just sort of shrugs, this wasnāt what he expected. }
Eddie D: Now go get ready because this is going to be the fight of your life!
Jayson Matthews: Cool.
{ Jayson says as he looks over to Haseem who whispers āIām going to kill youā as Matthews just waves and heads out of the office as we fade to black. }
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EXTREME RULES MATCH
HTTT Points are on the line
Abraxes vs Jack Ferriman
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{ The lights in the arena flicker and die as if there were some kind of power outage. As the light sounds of an acoustic guitar play, the high pitched laughter of children fills the air. A red spotlight shines on the stage as heavy smoke rolls across the floor. As opening lyrics of Monster (Under my Bed) by Call me Karizma starts to sing Abraxes rises from the center of the stage, his eyes burning out from under his mask as he stares down at the ring.
The rhythm of the song changes from a twisted lullaby do a grinding rock song just as he rises to his full height. Abraxes glares around at the audience before he walks down the ramp, focused on the ring in front of him. He crawls into the ring, exaggerated movements of his hands and legs to appear more like a creepy spider then a man. He rolls to his feet, holding his arms into the air as the lullaby starts anew. }
Terri Morasco: The sun is about to set upon the Permian Basin, but the action is still heating up!
James Gilmore: And look who's joined the party, dudes and dudettes?!
Vasco Dias: Oh, brother...
{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 thelong black coat he is wearing over his ring gear and cracking his neck. 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.}
Terri Morasco: We're just about set for this Extreme Rules match! Points are on the line but so are bruised egos.
James Gilmore: Big dude in Abraxes versus the small dude in Jack Ferriman. It's gonna be a thrill to see this one up close and personal.
Vasco Dias: The only thing less thrilling would be the sound of your voice...
Terri Morasco: Shut it, Vasco!
[DING!]
{ Blue Shoes called for the bell to get this match underway. True to Gilmore's billing, this was a rather thrilling fifteen-minute contest that wasn't about wrestling moves or holds. Both Jack and Abraxes fought each other tooth and nail inside and outside the ring. We're seven minutes into the match now, and Abraxes clearly as the upper hand as both men are on the outside. He digs underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair -- THWACK!! Ferriman takes a shot over the back with the chair as the fans watching on the field level groan in agony! Abraxes tosses the chair to the side, picks Jack up, and shoots him into the safety fence before clotheslining him into the crowd! }
Terri Morasco: They're in the crowd!
James Gilmore: This is gonna get ugly real quickly...
{ Jack is hopelessly draped over the railing as the Odessa crowd looks on. Abraxes pulls Ferriman down to the FieldTurf with his patented "Hush" draped-DDT combination! }
Vasco Dias: Oof -- right on the AstroTurf!
James Gilmore: That turf in this stadium ain't got no give to it!
{ Abraxes goes for the cover... }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEE--NOOOOO!!!!!!!!
{ The fans cheer for the smaller Jack Ferriman as he got the shoulder up. We're now ten minutes into the match, and the action is still hot and heavy outside the ring. This time, it's Ferriman with the advantage as he grabs the chair his opponent had earlier -- and SMACK!!! Abraxes takes a brutal shot to the skull that sends the big man reeling backwards towards the announcer's table Terri and Company get ready to scramble as the two men trade punches right in front of them; luckily, nothing is broken -- at least, not yet. But Jack is able to apply his trademark Cartwheel Death Valley Driver on the arena floor-mat itself! }
Terri Morasco: Jack chopped the big tree down!
James Gilmore: Tell ya what, that arena floor hurts like hell!
{ Jack goes for the pin on Abraxes, who was busted open by that chairshot earlier... }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAWWWWWW...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vasco Dias: HA! That spooky bastard still has some life left!
{ We're now thirteen minutes into the match, and both men look like they've been in a serious car accident! Jack and Abraxes are clearly showing signs of wear and tear on their bodies, the crimson overshadowing their respective face paints! Ferriman wound up lacerated after being sent face-first into the steel ringpost! }
Terri Morasco: You got chairs everywhere! It looks like a car wreck out here...
Vasco Dias: (gasp) Terri, don't say that!
James Gilmore: ...and why not, Vasco!?!
Vasco Dias: I got rear-ended the other day while I was textin' Fowler...
{ The match is still ongoing, with all three commentators unaware that Abraxes has something planned! On the ring apron, he pulls his lighter opponent up and places him into a fireman's carry position! }
Vasco Dias: I got scared and drove off when I heard this woman screamin' like a banshee...
Terri Morasco: Vasco!!! You mean to tell me that YOU caused Fiona's car accident...!?! I hope she doesn't see you after the show is over!!!
James Gilmore: Enough suppository banter...err, I meant expository! Either way, we gotta SCRAM!!!
{ Vasco can hardly contain his laughter -- but he winds up being pulled away from the table by Terri and James as Abraxes PLASTERS Jack Ferriman through the announce position with his dreaded CONSIGN TO DREAM crucifix powerbomb! A loud "holy shit!" chant ensues as Abraxes goes for the cover... }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
Vasco Dias: Wow! More crucial Heir points for Abraxes!
James Gilmore: Look at the mess these two dudes left behind...
Terri Morasco: I hope Jack Ferriman is okay...
{ "Monster (Under My Bed)" plays throughout Ratliff Stadium once more as EMTs and redshirts swoop down to check on Jack Ferriman! The fans breathe a sigh of relief when Jack, as he's quickly ushered onto the stretcher, gives the thumbs up! We then cut to Vasco Dias, who looks to be mortified over that fact that if Fiona catches up to him after his confession, he's gonna be in some serious shit! }
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SEGMENT
BI: Probably a trap
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{We cut backstage again and we find Steve has gotten to a more office type area of the arena. He is opening doors and looking for Verona when he spots Eddy D trying to sneak away.}
Steve Awesome: Where the hell do you think you're going?
Eddy D: I was just leaving. Because no one is in here. Especially not Roberto.
{Steve notices Edās eyes dart towards a specific unmarked door in the office area. Steve catches on to the inadvertent tip from Ed.}
Steve Awesome: Thanks you dumbass.
{Steve rushes over to the room and grabs the knob.}
Steve Awesome: This could be a trapā¦.
{He shrugs and goes in anyway to find an empty room with a lone flat screen tv mounted on the wall. Steve looks around confused then goes to try to leave and the door is locked from the outside!}
Steve Awesome: Damn it.
{Steve starts to bang on the door when suddenly the tv lights up and it starts playing the live sacrifice and it shows Verona heading to the ring.}
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SEGMENT
PTB: Verona has a response for Steve Awesome from last week
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{ We return live to ringside where Roberto Verona is stood in the middle of the ring, a microphone in his hand as he looks out into the mass of people who shower him with boos, pretending he is struggling to hear them. }
Roberto Verona: Howās the front row seat, Awesome? Is the air conditioning to your liking? The refreshments? You may as well enjoy them, I already pay for your lifestyle as it is.
Terri Morasco: I think last week hasnāt gone down so wellā¦
Vasco Dias: Quite rightly, Iām not paid to sit here and listen to Steve Awesome.
Terri Morasco: I mean technically you areā¦
Roberto Verona: I bet you think youāre so clever, donāt you?
{ Verona twirls the microphone around whilst waving at the camera, fully away Awesome is watching. }
Roberto Verona: Just another episode of juvenile delinquency that has become the hallmark of your career. Did you feel big? Did you feel important? Then by all means, enjoy it whilst it lasts because one thing IWF has always allowed, is the right of reply.
So congratulations on another big con, at least this one last all of seven days.
{ Verona paces the ring slowly. }
Roberto Verona: You said a lot of thingsā¦ a lot of very stupid things. Honestly, I think I was more amazed you believed the bullshit drooling from your mouth than the slack-jawed idiots in attendance and watching at home.
{ The audience boos, Verona smiles. }
Roberto Veorna: Ah yes, there it is... the predictable utterings of the herd, ready to buy anything their āheroesā say at face value. Iād honestly feel sorry for them, but then any pity I had left evaporated when they cheered for you.
{ Verona dodges as a bit of trash is tossed into the ring. }
Roberto Verona: Oh, do you not like what I have to say? Well tough shit, Iāve got your money now so you can sit your ass down and listen, Lord knows your collective body mass index requires most of you to require low blood pressure.
{ Verona laughs to himself as the boos grow louder. }
Roberto Verona: Youāll have to forgive me for the ācheap heatā, but at least itās less harmful than the toxic fumes Steve Awesome erupted into the atmosphere when he chose to open his mouth last week on Sacrifice. If I hadnāt known any better I would have sworn I was in the White House given all the lies, deflections and outright delusions we all had parroted at us. Oh you donāt believe me?
Really?
Was it the past where Steven said out current Television Champion is held down or the bit where he pretended Warren Kane is being cruelly discriminated against whilst competing in one of the apex tournaments in IWF? Does anybody want to tell him it was his little sidekick James Gilmore who cut out Warrenās legs when he finally felt some gold around his waist? Oh sorry, what do we call thatā¦ an āinconvenient truth?ā
Seems to me, Steven, you err on the side of āalternative facts.ā
Like the one about IWF not being the land of opportunity becauseā¦ you say it isnāt? Oh come now, the lady doth protest too much. When did I become the greater ādestroyer of talent?ā Was it when I let Being InFamous main event Danger Zone in a triple threat? Maybe when I allowed Being InFamous to hold the World Championship back to back and placed James Gilmore in the Joker in the Pack? No, no, thatās not itā¦
{ Verona smiles, pausing for a moment as he nods his head. }
Roberto Verona: You want to name drop Xavier Cross? Is that really the best you can do?
Let me tell you a little story about your ānoble little hero.ā After a lengthy career spent chasing the top spot he so earnestly craved, Xavier defeated me to become the Heir to the Throne and as you all know, he went on to register his name in the history books. Youād think Xavier would be satisfied at finally being able to call himself a world champion, wouldnāt you? After all, why wouldnāt you be grateful for the opportunities this company presented to you which were denied to you everywhere else?
Guess again.
After a two hundred and ten day reign, the third longest in company history at the time, Xavier main evented the biggest show of the year, with thousands in attendance and millions watching across the worldā¦ and he lost. Besides the obvious disappointment, youād assume most people would be grateful, right? Theyād brush themselves off, look at their tremendous record which included victories over Dean Harper and Bob Pooler and the fact they immortalised themselves and regroup.
Wrong.
{ Verona wags his finger. }
Roberto Verona: You see, little old Xavier, despite proclaiming whilst on top that if you worked hard you can achieve anything, how fairly I ran this company and how grateful he was to accomplish his dreamā¦ the moment the refereeās hand hit the third count the illusion was broken. Now I am sure Xavier will tell you all he left because of burn out or over a contractual dispute or some other excuse but the truth is, he walked his sorry ass out of that door. Do you know why we donāt devote video packages to your little buddy, Awesome? Because that piece of trash took everything IWF did for him and threw it back in our face, all because his precious little ego couldnāt take not being on top anymore.
He walked out on me, he walked out on Vivenne Rodgers and he walked out on all the clueless idiots sitting at ringside who want to buy into this idea that Iām the bad guy, no matter what.
And hell, he isnāt the first. Iāve had countless men and women glow with pride about how happy they are here, how well treated they are by this company, only to turn around the moment they lose their championships, walk right into the legal department, tear up their contracts and disappear. Then months later I get to tune into the latest ātell allā podcast about how IWF misused them or how I have āhandpicked favouritesā as they angle for whatever scraps the guys on the indys are willing to toss them to milk their short term notoriety.
All before they come grovelling for āone more chance.ā One which, as you should well know, Iāve never deprived them of.
You know itās a great irony, Steven, that you want to name drop the biggest shining example of a overinflated narcissistic self-absorbed piece of human detritus as some sort of proof that this company āerasesā problematic people and deliberately works to hold you all back. In fact, fuck itā¦
{ Verona picks up the steel chair from the corner of the ring, opens it up and sits down on it, staring intently around the arena. }
Roberto Verona: Do you remember āthey who shall not be named?ā Ana Valentine and Alex Jones? Ooops, guess Iām going to sue myself... I distinctly remember how every single person in that locker room personally complained to me and begged me to terminate their contracts, then when I go one better, perform a full investigation and render them persona non grata did I get so much as a thank you? No, no, itās big bad Roberto again, isnāt it? The only time this company had gone out of its way to render a former employee obsolete and it was off the back of a unanimous locker room campaign including by you and you want to stand out here and pretend that somehow itās me erasing people like a dictator?
Iām so sorry I donāt go out of my way to actively promote people who decided to terminate their employment at the height of their momentum because their such precious little bitches they canāt possibly handle losing. So much for the fabled ālocker room leaders.ā
Do you want to know the truth, Awesome?
All the people who bitch, whine and complain that IWF, and by extension myself, have held them back are nothing more than self-entitled little parasites who cannot come to terms with their own involvement in their personal failures. Itās so easy to go running to some two-bit dirtsheet who will print any sensational bullshit you give them, itās a lot harder to engage in some self-reflection. I mean what better example than you yourself.
We both know the only reason youāre running your mouth is because Iāve taken your toy away and the one thing you crave more than anything else: the spotlight.
Letās cut to the chase, Steven. Where were your cries of oppression when you were strutting around like a peacock between February and June with the World Champion draped around your waste? I guess they were as non-existent as the ones you were sharing when you had the IWF Extreme Championship too, right? You know, that belt which you made a mockery of and held for hundreds and hundreds of days?
Isnāt it amazing that now youāre left with nothing you want to pretend as though youāre somehow the victim of stolen opportunities and all I ever do is āpushā Gods and Monsters when you and your friends youāve been clogging up the main event for a calendar year.
How very curious you, Rob and James didnāt once grace my office and beg me to give an opportunity to the myriad of poor unfortunates you now pretend to give anything approaching a damn about.
You donāt like the idea of me?
{ Verona scoffs, laughing incredulously. }
Well I canāt stand the reality of you, Steven. You want to talk New Championship Wrestling, Steven? Fine. Letās talk. Do you know why I despise you? Itās because youāve never lifted a finger to help anybody else but yourself, I mean can you honestly say anybody is better off for working with you? A single person who is āmadeā because of the help they got from Steve Awesome? Anybody who can really say you went to bat for them when there wasnāt something in it for you? I remember the first time I met you, you wouldnāt even look me in the eye, all I was to you was another nobody from the independent circuit who didnāt even register in your orbit.
Do you want to know you hate me, Steven? Why you hate everything IWF stands for?
Itās because IWF is unequivocal proof that I am a better man than you and a far bigger star. Whilst you pissed away the brief glimmer of success you got in NCW, I kept growing, I kept winning. I surpassed you, long before I broke the Foxās stranglehold on professional wrestling and you resent it. Iām not just another hanger by you keep around out of pity because I gaze in awe at you out of misguided nostalgia, Iām your boss. And that eats away at you, doesnāt it Steven?
Every time you sit down to eat a meal, you know itās Roberto Verona who put it on the plate. Every time you put your feet up in first class, you know itās Roberto Verona who got you access. Every time you look at the healthiest bank balance youāve had in years, you know its Roberto Verona who put those zeroes in there.
You owe me everything, and you hate me for it.
You hate me because Iām everything you wish you could be. For all your success, deep down, you know Iām better than you. You can try to portray me as a man who betrayed his words, but we both know Iām not.
And that kills you, doesnāt it?
It makes you want to hurt me, doesnāt it?
{ Verona smiles. }
Good.
Youāll get your opportunity. When I said I wanted to break you as a man, I meant it. It was never about the title, Steven. This was about stripping your bare and revealing who you really are to the world. A selfish prick who cries crocodile tears and dribbles out predictable pipebomb clichĆ©s you know morons who know no better will lap up. Iāve already stripped one of your facades away and youāre just too stupid to realise it, the moment you picked up that microphone and opened your mouth last week you pulled off the mask.
After months of unparalleled personal success, you tried to play the perpetual underdog.
The victim.
{ Verona gets up, cracking his neck before staring into the camera intently. }
Roberto Verona: Well if youāre so desperate to be one, that can be arranged. At Legacy, you get your wish. You can walk down that ramp, look me in the eye and when the bell ringsā¦ the con is over. Iāll show the world precisely what kind of man you are, Iāll show each and every one of them the real Steve Awesome.
{ Verona pauses. }
Roberto Verona: Then Iāll dispose of you like the rest of the trash who took this company for a ride.
{ Verona tosses the microphone as he looks into the camera and we head to a commercial break. }
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IWF MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Mike Abel vs Angel Blake(c)
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{ We come back from the break with Mike Abel already in the ring. }
Vasco Dias: Are you ready for this match, Terri!?
Terri Morasco: Angel Blake defending the Menās World Title against someone Iāve never heard of!?
Vasco Dias: Youāve never heard of Mike Abel!? World renown Spike Kane imitation artist!?
Terri Morasco: You know you donāt have to pretend this match matters, right?
Vasco Dias: Youāre unbelievable!
{ All the lights in the arena go out as words blaze across the Imperitron. }
āBlessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.ā
{ 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 greatest champion in the history of the IWF is here!!!!
Terri Morasco: Numerically maybe.
Vasco Dias: The history books will tell the tale of this great reign!!!!
Terri Morasco: Can we just get to the match?
{ Angel hands the Menās World Title over to Blue Shoes who is calling this match. }
Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall-
{ Angel explodes out of the corner and cracks Mike Abel with Divine Justice! }
Vasco Dias: KILL HIM!!!!
{ Blue Shoes calls for the match to start as Angel lights up Abel with palm strikes and then hits a shining wizard followed by a Heavenās Fury bulldog out of the corner! }
Vasco Dias: Angel Blake is damn dominant!
Terri Morasco: Heās literally wrestling a nobody!?
Vasco Dias: Mike Abel is a seasoned veteran!
Terri Morasco: He sure looks like he likes to over season his foods!
{ Angel pulls Mike Abel up off the mat and then drills him with the Rangerās Way! }
Vasco Dias: Angel utilizing one of his victims moves!
{ Blake then pulls Abel up again and cracks him with another Divine Justice and then a Revelations! }
Vasco Dias: Angel is unstoppable!
Terri Morasco: Yeahā¦ Sureā¦
{ Blake sneers as he pulls Mike Abel up to his feet and then tucks him for the Last Gasp pulling pile driver making sure to really plant Abelās skull into the mat! }
Vasco Dias: Looks like Abel just wrestled his last match!
Terri Morasco: this is absolutely disgusting!
{ Blake pulls the clearly beaten Mike Abel up and then lifts him into the air for DEADLIGHTS!!! Angel covers Mike Abel for an easy ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }
Alison Valance: Your winner and STILL IWF MEN-
{ Alison is cut off as Angel takes the mic from her. }
Angel Blake: ANOTHER!
{ Blake throws the mic back to Alison as he waits. }
Vasco Dias: Heās going to do it again!
Terri Morasco: Pleaseā¦ No....
Vasco Dias: I canāt believe Angel is going to defend his title multiple times in succession two weeks in a row!!! This is truly legendary!!!
Terri Morasco: For all the wrong reasons!
{ Dean Harper drags a very bloody Ducky Thomlinson out from the back and brings him all the way down to the ring. Harper throws the limp body of Ducky into the ring as Blue Shoes calls for the bell! }
Alison Valance: World title match!
{ Thatās all Alison has time to say as Angel just takes Duckyās head off with a Genocide Kick and the cover for a three count and maybe the quickest match in the history of the IWF!!! }
Alison Valance: Angel winsā¦
Vasco Dias: Come on Valance!!!
Terri Morasco: That is exactly how I feel!
{ Angel goes to take the mic from Alison again when the crowd pops. Angel looks over in the direction of the commotion and we see James Gilmore taking a front row seat with the Joker in the Pack brief case on his lap, slowly patting it. }
Vasco Dias: What is that piece of monkey crap doing here!?
Terri Morasco: James is scouting the competition!
Vasco Dias: He doesnāt belong out here!
{ James pulls a ticket out of his pocket and winks at Angel with his one good eye. Blake sneers and then raises the mic. }
Angel Blake: ANOTHER!
{ Blake tosses the mic away. }
Vasco Dias: Two weeks! Six title defenses!? This is the greatest accomplishment in the history of IWF!!!
Terri Morasco: I hope Gilmore crushes Angelās head with that brief case and takes the Menās World title.
Vasco Dias: What the hell is wrong with you!?
Terri Morasco: What is wrong with you!?
{ Dean Harper comes out from the back with a man in a cop uniform with a hood over his head. }
Vasco Dias: Dean has a surprise for his father!
Terri Morasco: What the hell is this!?
{ Harper drags the man to the ring and throws him in for his father. Angel asks for the mic back. }
Angel Blake: And my victimā¦ OTTO!!!
{ James lunges up from his seat but on cue Roberto Veronaās private security encircles him so he canāt get past. Angel pulls the hood off the man revealing a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair. }
Vasco Dias: Do you know who that is, Terri!?
Terri Morasco: Thatās Mr. Otto! He world with James Gilmoreās dad as a cop!
Vasco Dias: And now heās getting a Menās World title shot!
{ James is struggling with the private security who out number him twenty to one. Blake tells Blue Shoes to ring the bell as he lifts the middle aged man up. The bell sounds and Blake hits Otto with DEADLIGHTS! }
Vasco Dias: Get him!!!
Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me!? That man isnāt even a trained wrestler!?
Vasco Dias: But heās a cop.
Terri Morasco: So!?
Vasco Dias: He deserves this.
{ James is fighting but itās pointless. Blake pulls Otto up again and smirks at Gilmore before hitting a second DEADLIGHTS! }
Vasco Dias: Show him what itās like!!!
Terri Morasco: Jesusā¦
{ Steve and Fiona come out now but even more private security intercept them and keep them from getting to the ring to help Otto. }
Terri Morasco: Stop this!
Vasco Dias: Hit him again!
{ Angel picks up Otto again and looks James right in the eyes before hoisting Otto up for one final DEADLIGHTS! Angel covers and Blue Shoes makes a pity count to just end the match. }
Alison Valance:....
{ Valance doesnāt even bother making the announcement as Blake takes his Menās World Title and holds it up for James to behold. Gilmore keeps struggling as do Steve and Fiona but Angel just laughs as he leaves the ring and heads toward the back along the side of the ramp. }
Vasco Dias: Another string of dominant defenses for Angel Blake!
Terri Morasco: Thisā¦ Thatā¦ Iām horrified!
{ James, Steve and Fiona are finally released as they rush into the ring to check on Otto who hasnāt movedā¦ }
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SINGLES MATCH
HTTT Points are on the line
Dean Harper vs Lord Dominicus
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Alison Valance: The following contest is for Heir to the Throne points, Introducing first: The challenger, LORD DOMINICUS!!
{ A red glow over takes the arena as "The American Nightmare" by Ice Nine Kills bombards the crowd with it's brutal guitars. Lord Dominicus steps out onto the stage and looks on in utter disgust before marching his way to the ring. He walks up the steps and climbs in posing in the center of the ring with his hands on his hips. }
Terri Morasco: Iām not sure what I expect from this match but it canāt be good.
Vasco Dias: Itās never a good idea to walk into a match with Harper at this point in time.
Alison Valance: And his opponent, weighing in at 200 pounds ā from Sioux Falls, South Dakota, representing The Powers That Be DEAN HARPER!!!
{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. 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.}
Vasco Dias: Dean has been on a tear lately. He certainly likes hurting people and is the number one in the heir to the throne.
Terri Morasco: By being handed easy victories
{Dean walks into the ring they signal the referee who calls for the bell!}
DING!
{Lord Dominicus plows right to work, using his superior muscle mass to his advantage against the slightly taller man. He lays into Dean hard with a series of brutal punches and kicks, keeping in with a close brawling style thatās served him well in the past. As Dean begins to make back his ground, Lord Dominicus quickly shifts gears, rushing in close and driving Dean to the ground with a simple but effective suplex.}
Terri Morasco: Lord Dominicus is definitely looking to get an early advantage here.
Vasco Dias: Heās trying to get a quick victory. It wont do him any good. Harper is here to play.
{Dean gets to his feet quickly before Lord Dominicus can capitalize by trying to lock in an early submission, and moves to get some distance between himself and his bulkier opponent. However, even as he moves around, using his agility to buy him time, a cocky smirk starts to spread across his face. As Lord Dominicus moves to approach, Dean snaps forward and takes him to the mat with a slingblade. Lord Dominicus is quick to get back to his feet, but Dean has rebounded off the ropes and flies back into the soldier, taking him down again with a bicycle knee. Lord Dominicus gets up again as Dean runs through, but isnāt quite quick enough to stop Harper from taking him to the mat again with a sitout facebuster!}
Terri Morasco: Dean definitely targeting the headā¦ I donāt like that.
Vasco Dias: Deanās going to use everything he has to batter his opponent. Itās good wrestling, Terri.
{Dominicus takes a few seconds to recover from the assault, Dean doesnāt try going for a submission ā instead standing directly over Lord Dominicus and smiling down at him. Lord Dominicus growls angrily and pulls himself up, angrily knocking Dean away with a powerful backfist strike. Dean grins as he backs into the corner, but stops smiling as Lord Dominicus plows into him with a spear! Dean goes down hard, and Lord Dominicus immediately goes to lock Dean in submission! However, he can only keep the hold on for a few seconds before Dean gets a leg up on the rope!}
Vasco Dias: The first of two rope breaks used by Dean Harper.
Terri Morasco: Smart move by Lord Dominicus. Batter Dean hard and then lock in one of his less impressive submission moves to force Dean to burn his rope breaks early.
{Dean hauls himself up on the ropes before stabilizing himself, Lord Dominicus gritting his teeth and continuing to meet Deanās increasingly sadistic grin with his own steely, focused gaze. He cracks his neck and moves forward again, looking to maybe drive Dean down with another heavy-hitting moveā¦ But Dean interrupts his advance with the DANCE THE SPIRAL, knocking Lord Dominicus down in a heap on the groundā¦ accompanied by a spray of blood.}
Vasco Dias: Woah!
Terri Morasco: What just happened??!
{Dean grins and circles Dominicus as the soldier pulls himself up, reaching to touch his forehead only to find it gushing blood from the now re-opened wound, and Dean begins to chuckle. Lord Dominicus slowly tries to haul himself back to his feet, still managing to track Deanās movements, but the blinking makes it clear that the trickling blood is making it increasingly difficult for Lord Dominicus to see. However, before he can get up, Dean slams into him with the ABADDONāS KISS, driving him down hard and further exacerbating the cut.
The ref begins to count -
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR
Lord Dominicus is barely moving, the blood loss clearly taking its toll.
FIVE!!
SIX!!
SEVEN!!
He rolls to his belly and tries to get up, but collapses before he can even get to his knees, collapsing to the blood-soaked mat.
EIGHT!!
NINE!!!
Lord Dominicus is motionless, clearly having passed out, Dean lazily goes for the pin
1
2
3!!!}
Alison Valance: Here is your winnerā¦ DEAN HARPER!!!
{As Deanās music plays he gets up off the mat to the boos of the fans as he laughs loudly, grabbing Lord Dominicus and tossing him out of the ring.}
Terri Morasco: At least he didnāt lick someoneās skull this time.
Vasco Dias: Nightās young, Terri.
{Dean motions to Alison to bring him a mic.}
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SEGMENT
Dean Haprer has a challenge for a certain Diamond for next week
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{Dean takes the mic from Alison and leans on the ropes.}
Dean Harper: Soooā¦ letās cut the foreplay. I want to hurt Rob. I want to keep hurting Rob. He lost his job and his dignity, sure. But has he paid for his sins yet? Nah. I donāt think he has. And sure, Iāve been wasting time going through the personal history of people he cares about. And thereās one name I find absolutely fascinating.
{Dean takes a cleansing breath.}
Dean Harper: Chris Diamond.
{thereās a murmur in the crowd.}
Dean Harper: And you might ask, who the fuck is that, right?
{Dean motions to the audience.}
Dean Harper: He co-runs the same school as Falcon. Heās older brother to Rob Diamondā¦.
{Dean laughs.}
Dean Harper: Fuck, okay but thatās hilarious though.
{Dean laughs a little more.}
Dean Harper: Chirs, Chris? Question? How does it feel to know in your obituary it will simply say āOlder Brother to Rob Diamond, world champion, IWF superstar, likely hall of fame level talent and Shelly Blake, ex-wife to hall of famer Angel Blakeā?
{Dean rolls his eyes.}
Dean Harper: Want to know the best part? I mean the literal hilarious part? You canāt even get a little credit for that. You flat out refused to train him. You skipped that shit. Doesnāt matter what you may have gotten done in your fucking career before because you are Tidal and Rob is Spotify. You exist, sure but no one cares about you. Like Betamax, HD-DVD, Hell, you are fucking laser disk. You are the format that people lost money betting on. You are nothing.
{Dean shrugs.}
Dean Harper: You canāt even add his talent to your own. Because what he got done had nothing to do with you. Other people trained him. Other people made him who he is.
{Dean bounces up and sits on the ropes facing the camera.}
Dean Harper: Like.. that has to sting the ego a bit right? Considering the things I hear about you, that has to sting the ego a lot. I hear you refuse to do the circuit. You refuse to do the teaching. You got money in the schools but you donāt teach any of the lessons. Your name is on the building as an owner but you donāt do anything but photo op and shake hands at graduation. Because you are too good for that. Your career was too good to be training kids on how to do the job you pride yourself on. You donāt even do the cons or the fan signings. You think youāre fucking Elvis, needing to hide when you are in public.
{Dean snickers.}
Dean Harper: Because letās be honest and letās be real here. Most people in this company, in this crowd, have no idea who the fuck you are and what you may have done. Multiple world champion in someplace no one cares enough about to even reference when jerking off about their indie wrestling cred. No one in the forums is listing anything from PWW as a must match all-time great match.
{Dean makes a not so subtle jerk off motion with his left hand.}
Dean Harper: Iāll admit, I donāt give a shit about it. I donāt even give that much shit about you. Your career? Nothing. All your great moments will be lost like tears in the rain. Iāve been calling, Boss has been calling but you refuse. āNot enough money in the worldā I think was your response. Well, hereās a deal better than money, sweetcheeks. Look it up. No one knows who you are or what you do. But they love your little brother more than life itāsself. I mean, there are people literally begging on social media to be ridden hard and put up wet for him. You havenāt been able to score a date in years. But you want to feel that drug again, right? Feel like people give a fuck about you, hear that roar in the crowd again?
{Dean lets that hang in the air.}
Dean Harper: If I put my points in Heir to the Throne and my contract on the line. If you beat me in the ring next monday, you get my spot and the time left on my contract. Easy street to the finales of Heir to the Throne and a chance to get a world title someone might actually care about. Thatās fame, babe. Thatās lightning in a bottle you havenāt felt in fucking years. Fight me, sweetcheeks. Do what your brother barely ever could. Do it on your first try. I mean, itās not like you know heās better than you. Itās not like you know you canāt beat me, right? Falcon almost did. You can do better than them, canāt you?
{Dean smirks smugly to himself.}
Terri Morasco: You donāt think Chris Diamond is actually here do you?
Vasco Dias: That coward barely ever leaves his-
{Suddenly the arena lights begin to strobe red as Dig by Mudvayne hits the pa. There is a murmur in the crowd among those who remember that song and who it signifies.}
Vasco Dias: No wayā¦
{Dean continues to smile as a 6ā4, 240LB man with shaved black hair, a beard and dressed in all black with a leather jacket steps through the curtain.}
Terri Morasco: Itās Chris āMANIACā Diamond!
Vasco Dias: I donāt believe it!
Terri Morasco: He hasnāt been on national television in years!
{Dean gives a cute wave to the man at the top of the ramp who simply smirks.}
Chris Diamond: Dean āFuck Boyā Harper. Man! I can call you Fuck Boy, right? I mean, itās not as if Verona can fire me so Iāll say pretty much whatever the hell I want.
Dean Harper: Your mic, sweetcheeks.
Chris Diamond: Ya know, I did say no to the money Verona was throwing my way to come in and do the job for you, I did. And you wanna know why, Fuck Boy? Because if Dean āFuck Boyā Harper needs to pin my retired ass to get some heat on my little brother then he isnāt worth it. At least your big papa has the balls to obviously pad his record. You running around picking fights with guys who either could never wrestle or have stopped wrestling? Thatās fucking pitiful.
{Dean rolls his eyes like Chris is the one to talk.}
Chris Diamond: But nice dig saying PWW doesnāt matter and everything I ever did there is an over used Blade Runner quote. But can I tell you a little secret, Fuck Boy?
Dean Harper: Please do.
Chris Diamond: PWW is the promotion where big bad Angel Blake cut his teeth. PWW is the promotion where Falcon learned to fly. PWW is the promotion that made Adam Knite the ring general he became. You know what all three of those names have in common? NC FUCKING W! Without that little indy promotion running out of the nonexistent North Dakota that you say doesnāt matter your dad would be playing drums in a Misfits cover band! Without that busch league bullshit Falcon would never have become one of the best technicians in the business who went on to train my little brother! And without PWW giving Adam Knite his first taste of a World Championship then he would have never gone on to start his own promotion. A promotion that fed directly into the start of IWF. A promotion that created the FUCKING HOLE IWFās foundation was built on!
{Chris reaches into his jacket pocket for something.}
Chris Diamond: See, itās really fucking cute, Fuck Boy, when you tell Nighthawk or Gaither or Keeton all the shit they did over in PWA doesnāt matter because hey, itās funny and itās true because the accomplisment never translated over. But to say PWW doesnāt matter or anything anyone ever did there doesnāt when this fucking company was built on the backs of men who got their start there? Well now youāre just lying to yourself. I guess you are just like big daddy who Iām sure still cries his painted ass face to sleep at night cradling a picture of my fucking sister.
{Chris slowly pulls something out of his jacket.}
Chris Diamond:But letās quit with the verbal castration because I could go all night fucking up your ego like Warren fucks with your heart.
{Dean stops smiling.}
Chris Diamond: I donāt want Veronaās money. I donāt want the fame. I donāt want the shout out for Social Enemy Wrestling Academy. I donāt want your points. I donāt want your spot in Heir to the Throne. I donāt want to make one last go at being bigger than my little brother. Right now? What I want?
{Chris slowly brings up an old leather mask piece together to look similar to the Iron Maiden mask and slips it over his face.}
Chris Diamond: Is to slit your throat and fuck the wound. Howās that for a fucking quote, Fuck Boy?
Dean Harper: Donāt you threaten me with a good time, sweetcheeks.
Chris Diamond: Itās a mother fucking promise.
{Deanās smile returns as he just got exactly what he wanted. Chris aka Maniac stares down the ramp at the man he will face next week.}
Vasco Dias: Maniac makes his in ring return next week against Dean Harper! And itās going to be a funeral for sure!
Terri Morasco: Chris āManiacā Diamond was good in his prime, Dean may have bitten off more than he can chew.
Vasco Dias: I sincerely doubt it.
{The two menās eyes stay locked as the show comes to an end.}
Well howdy there pardner.