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Post by Eddie D. on Aug 25, 2020 22:26:31 GMT
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Wrecking Ball.
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{ Backstage, we find several Redshirts scurrying out of an office in terror! We hear the sounds of a chainsaw revving in the background as the cameras move in for a closer look...only to find that it's NOT, in fact, a person with a chainsaw -- just a prerecorded sound effect being played from Fiona McFly's iPhone. We see Fiona, however, taking a baseball bat and smashing it against what looks like to be Vasco Dias sitting behind the oak desk...
...except, it's only a crudely-made pinata, a lookalike of IWF's villianous commentator.
The pinata falls to the ground and rips wide open with each blow, causing mounds of mini-chocolate candy bars -- snack-sized Hershey's, Kit-Kats, Mr. Goodbars, etc. -- to fall onto the ground. Fiona lets out a fierce battle cry, even as James Gilmore appears in the open doorway and clears his throat. }
James Gilmore: Would you two like to be alone...?!
{ Fiona breathes heavily as she tosses the aluminum bat off to the side. }
Fiona McFly: Oh, JJ...
James Gilmore: C'mon Fi, tell me what's cookin' in that mind of yours...
{ Fiona doesn't say anything. JJ closes his eyes and shakes his head. }
James Gilmore: At least tell me what ya think of the Vasco recreation pinata I made...?!
{ Fiona grumbles, plunking herself down in the leather swivel chair. }
Fiona McFly: I was wanting to go on a nice drive until it was ruined by that Dickless man in a headset.
James Gilmore: That's...kinda harsh, ain't it?!
Fiona McFly: Aye, it's harsh...but it's also true...
{ Fiona paused for a moment, then took a mini-Mr. Goodbar and popped it in her mouth. }
Fiona McFly: ...Vasco has no dick.
James Gilmore: At least you got that anger outta your system...
{ James tried very hard not to laugh at the Ghostbusters reference, for her realized that Fiona wasn't kidding around. Her wide, red eyes told the entire story of what was going on. }
James Gilmore: I see that look on your face, Fi. You're goin' after Jessica Reed, right?!
{ Fiona nodded solemnly. }
James Gilmore: I don't blame ya, Fi. I really, really don't...'cuz well, if Zombie Spike came back from the dead and ambushed me after a big title match, I'd be doin' the same thing. What goes 'round, comes 'round.
Fiona McFly: Do you know where she lives...?! I think it's high time the McFly Collection Agency pays her a visit. Her ass is overdue -- and it's mine.
James Gilmore: I dunno where Jessica lives, but Rob and I spoke to her sister Hannah last year, before we got Bertie outta that tornado bunker. I can send ya directions via Google Maps, but...
{ Fiona scowled. }
Fiona McFly: But what, JJ...!?!
James Gilmore: Fi, time for a heart-to-heart. We haven't had one of 'em in ages...
{ Fiona frowned as the Islander alum pulled up a chair and sat across from her, taking a Kit-Kat bar and munching on it as well. }
James Gilmore: I dunno if this has occurred to ya yet, but...the vision you laid out for us last year?! The renovation got finished ahead of schedule, and things are comin' to fruition -- the first class of recruits for our school are gonna be here, live and in-person.
{ Fiona listented intently, realizing that James' tone of voice wasn't demanding or whatnot. It was calm, cool, and collected -- like how a father would speak to a frightened child in time of great need. }
James Gilmore: They're gonna be your students, Fi. They're gonna be the blossoms that sprang from the seed you planted. This entire saga might never have happened without ya bein' around. This entire Texas tour would never have been booked -- much less, that Fredericksburg show -- had you not stuck around. My wife Yulia...she booked this tour for you, to celebrate the fruits of every bit of blood, sweat, and tears you poured out each and every week. Goin' all Dirty Harry might help you in the short-term, but in the long-run?! You can only take things so far, ya know?!
{ Fiona let out a heavy sigh, trying to process what the ex-Islander had to say. She knew that his intentions were good, that he was trying to cheer her up. Yet all her mind could think about was the fallout from Lineage. }
Fiona McFly: IWF, Being Infamous...you guys are the only family I've got left in my life. She once reminded me to, in her words, get to know friends or enemies -- like a fucking MENTOR. I thought Jessica Reed stood for things like fairness and honour, I thought she stood for things like family and fighting for a purpose greater than our own self-interests. Now, she's one of them...
James Gilmore: I understand you're lookin' for some payback, but...let's be smart about it. If I was you, I wouldn't go in all Billy Jack, guns-a-blazin'. Ya gotta be like the most diplomatic Stafleet captain in the history of the United Federation of Planets!
{ Fiona tried to chuckle, mainly because Gilmore had very little idea of what she had experienced in recent months. }
James Gilmore: In short...be nice. Don't go engagin' in cowgirl diplomacy...
Fiona McFly: Right...'cos I'll do more than wreck a fucking pinata with candy bars stuffed inside...
{ Fiona stood up and trudged out of the room, but not before patting her "big TV-brother" on the back. } -------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Fate vs Brittany Williams
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{ Fireworks go off from all corners of the El Paso Sun Bowl as the crowd is energized, ready for this installment of Sacrifice. The weather, as one would expect, is mainly clear and hot with temperatures in the upper-90s, but there's no humidity in the air, the desert-dry winds mustering a gentle breeze that keeps things bearable for the fans in attendance. }
Terri Morasco: Welcome to El Paso, Texas! Welcome to the Sun Bowl! Welcome to Monday Night Sacrifice!
Vasco Dias: And welcome to the show where I can proudly say...my ten-inch is bigger than anyone else's!
Terri Morasco: Don't start! In fact, Vasco...I want you to be on your VERY best behavior tonight! I hope that crescent kick taught you a lesson last week!
Vasco Dias: Oh, don't remind me about that...!
{ SMO's "Welcome 2 the Country" hits as she walks out holding the Chain of Draco. They walk to the ring as she twirls and laughs. She tells him to lift her up. Draco sets her on his shoulders and brings her to the ring. He sets her on the apron as he pulls the ropes apart as she slips in. She drops the chain and points to the other side of the ring as he walks around. She laughs and gets ready with stretches. }
Terri Morasco: One of the newcomers, Fate, will be action to kick things off!
Vasco Dias: I like this chica. She can hit just as hard as anyone else in IWF lore!
Terri Morasco: You can lump her in with Fiona as a very talented striker...
Vasco Dias: Terri...to borrow a phrase from you--WILL YOU STOP!?!
{ Jump by Kriss Krossā begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Brittany Williams begins to emerge from behind the curtain being accompanied by her mother Crystal. Brittany offers a wide grin as Crystalās paparazzi following begin to snap photos of the two girls. Brittany grins taking in all the boos as she walks down the aisle wearing her tiara with a cape around her back. Her attire a glittering red and black mix. She slides into the ring moving her hands through her curly (nappy) hair. She takes off her tiara, and her cape. As she waits for the match to begin. }
Vasco Dias: Here comes the biggest waste of space in IWF history! What has she proven to this company ever since her arrival--nothin'!
Terri Morasco: And you call yourself an unbiased commentator!?! Gimmie a break!!!
[DING!!!]
{ Blue Shoes called for the bell to get this match underway. Brittany Williams finds herself posing and hot-dogging to the mostly booing crowd at the Sun Bowl! Fate immediately catches her from behind and fires off a series of sharp forearms to Williams' nogging! Brittany stumbles and bumbles back to the ropes as Fate shoots her in; she bounces off the ropes...and right into a swift clothesline that sends the daughter of Crystal flipping head over heels onto the canvas with a thud! Fate gives the signal and lets out a fierce war cry before placing Brittany into position! }
Terri Morasco: I don't believe this -- this match could be over in a short-short!
Vasco Dias: And poor ol' Brittany's...she's about to meet her Fate! HA!!!
Terri Morasco: Oh, will you STOP!?!
{ Fate deposits Brittany down to the mat with her patented Twister combination she calls ENTANGLED WITH FATE!! Brittany is locked in good and tight as Fate ramps up the pressure; finally, Williams has little recourse but to tap out, leading Blue Shoes to call for the bell! }
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
Terri Morasco: How about Fate, picking up the very impressive win here!
Vasco Dias: I have a feelin' that the women's division needs to be ready for this tough, tough gal!
{ Fate's music plays once more as she celebrates her victory! }
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Eddie D courts the Maniac
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{ We are taken the medical center in Amarillo, Texas where Chris āManiacā Diamond is being checked out after his brutal match with Dean Harper. }
Chris Diamond: Why the fuck is there a fucking camera here?
{ Chris dead pans the camera which is very much against the rules as the camera is supposed to be invisible to talent in these situations. }
Chris Diamond: Seriously, I wrestled a fucking match not mourned the loss of a loved one, get the fuck away from me.
Eddie D: I asked the camera to be here, Mr. Diamond.
{ Chris looks over to see Eddie D who has entered his room. }
Chris Diamond: For what fucking reason?
Eddie D: To document our conversation.
Chris Diamond: Thatās fucking weird, but what the fuck ever.
{ Eddie grabs a chair and spins it around backward to sit all cool like a high school teacher who started his first day at an inner city school. }
Eddie D: Iām going to get right down to it, Chris, I see something in you.
Chris Diamond: I donāt swing that way, chief.
Eddie D: I mean I see potential.
Chris Diamond: No fucking shit.
Eddie D: I see a guy who could be the future of this company.
Chris Diamond: You realize Iām like forty fucking seven, right?
Eddie D: Letās call it forty five.
{ Chris rolls his eyes. }
Chris Diamond: What the fuck are you getting at?
Eddie D: What Iām getting at is giving you a contract to wrestle for IWF full time.
Chris Diamond: After I just got my fucking ass beat?
Eddie D: You canāt make an omelette without cracking a few eggs.
{ Chris isnāt sure how that analogy works but heās willing to hear Eddie out. }
Eddie D: You canāt tell me you didnāt get the itch out there? Feeling the energy from the crowd? Being in the ring? Doing what it is you love?
Chris Diamond: Iād be a fucking liar if I said I didnāt have a full fucking chub.
{ Eddie reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a contract. }
Eddie D: Iām offering you a one year exclusive deal with IWF.
Chris Diamond: And the fucking catch is?
Eddie D: You join the Chosen Elite.
Chris Diamond: That group of fucking jobbers? Are you fucking shitting me? Iād rather go another ten fucking rounds with Harper!
{ Chris starts to laugh. }
Chris Diamond: Look here big boy, Iāve got nothing fucking left to prove in that ring.
{ Eddie smirks as he stands up and throws the contract to Chris. }
Eddie D: You so fucking sure about that?
{ And with that Eddie spins on his heels and leaves the room as Chris looks over at the contract and the opportunity before him. }
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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Billie Parris vs Gregor Winter
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{ The match never begins as we are taken backstage where Gregor Winter is laying unconscious. }
Terri Morasco: Gregor Winter has apparently been attacked!
Vasco Dias: Someone has certainly taken an interest in Winter!
{ Gregor is being attended to by medical staff as we head to a break. }
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The Dragon calls out the Money Maker
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Fate is seen walking toward the camera. She smiles and winks at the camera as she turns around but stops. She looks up as the shadow in front of her morphs into Draco. She runs her hand up his chest as she turns around and stands in front of him.
ā Almir. The Chosen. You made your decision. All you had to do was not mention Fate anymore. You kept on though. I had to ruin your chance at Heir to The Throne. Iām going to ruin everything for you now. Any fight you get in to. Any championship you try to go for. The Dragon is merciless. The hunt unending. The Dragon destroys. Your buddy wonāt be able to stop me. Enjoy the putrid place that is California.ā
ā Woah. Woah. Woah. California isnāt that bad. Especially if you stay out of LA, and San Fran. Almir, you really shouldāve listened. You saw what my Dragon did to Mr. Matthews right? He obliterated him. He warned him. An arm triangle for the win! Matthews is a lot tougher than you Almir.ā
Draco lifts Fate onto his shoulder.
āHasheem, Graves, Scott, or you. I will manhandle all of you. I have an anger issue. Which is why Fate is here. To calm me. I will bring Hell on Earth if you ever talk about her again. Now to business, Almir, youāre the first step in dismantling the Abusers of Power. Brick by brick. Idiot by idiot. I formally challenge you to a Last Man Standing match inside a cage. Man to man.ā
The screen fades as it zooms on the death stare Draco gives and Fate swings her legs.
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HANDI CAP TABLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Nighthawk vs The Chosen Elite(Scott and Grave)
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{ "Are You Ready (The Beautiful Setting Sun Intro)" by Minmi
Entrance: As the opening lines of āAre You Ready (The Beautiful Setting Sun Intro)ā by Minmi boom out over the sound system, Nighthawk walks out carefully with his face covered by an orange-and-white hood and looks at the sold-out crowd with a happy smile on his face that slowly fades as he gets himself into the zone. Walking to the ring carefully, his hands hitting the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row, the Hawaiian calmly ascends the top turnbuckle on the outside before removing his hood and raising one finger above his head and then moving to his corner where he removes his jacket and allows the referee to check him for foreign objects. }
Vasco Dias: Nighthawk picked the wrong side on this war.
Terri Morasco: What war are we talking about? The one where Roberto Verona lets people loyal to him do whatever they want or the one where guys like Nighthawk stand up for whatās right??
Vasco Dias: The one where Nighthawk gets what is coming to him!
{ Steel Pantherās It wonāt suck itself hits as Scott and Grave come sauntering out onto the stage. }
Vasco Dias: The Chosen Elite is going to teach Nightawk a serious lesson tonight!
{ Scott and Gave make their way down to the ring but Nighthawk comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive and crashes into both men! }
Vasco Dias: What the hell is Hawk doing!?
Terri Morasco: Evening the odds!
{ Nighthawk pulls Scott up to his feet and whips him hard into the steel steps! Nighthawk turns his attention to Grave and hits him with a superkick and a step up hurricanrana! Scott starts to get back up but Nighthawk is on him with a Japanese arm drag! }
Vasco Dias: Can Nighthawk get this in the ring!?
Terri Morasco: Why the hell should he!?
Vasco Dias: Because this is a mugging!?
Terri Morasco: Good!
{ Grave starts to get back to his feet but Nighthawk hits Roberts with a European upper cut! Nighthawk then lights up Grave with some palm strikes and a Northern lights bomb right onto the entrance ramp! }
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is evening the odds against the Chosen Elite!
Vasco Dias: This is ridiculous!
{ Eddie D comes out with Jayson Matthews and demands he go down there and attack Nighthawk! }
Vasco Dias: Eddie with the save!
{ Jayson takes a step forward but Draco Wolfe comes out front he back and just levels Matthews with a clothesline! }
Terri Morasco: Yes!
{ Nighthawk grabs Scott and throws him back into the ring, Hawk rolls in after and the bell finally gets rung to start the match. Eddie D is freaking out on the stage as Nighthawk picks up Scott for the Orange Crush Bomb! }
Vasco Dias: This is a travesty!
Terri Morasco: This is what a united IWF looks like!
{ Draco stands between Eddie D and the ring as Nighthawk locks in the Hangmanās Clutch to which Scott Handsome immediately taps out! }
Alison Valance: Your winner by submission, Nighthawk!
{ Nighthawk stands victorious as Eddie D watches from the stageā¦ }
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Nick Danger reacts to the Chosen Elite getting involved in his match last week
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{"Never Giving Up" by Mice of Men comes on Nick Danger walks on the entrance ramp wearing street clothes and make his way the ring giving fans high fives and slides inside the ring. Nick ask for a microphone so he can speak.}
Nick:"It is good to hear the voices of the great people of TEXAS."
Nick stops for a second and let the fans scream cheer "DANGERZONE" he thrn speaks again.
Nick:"It is great to hear you guy's. Now I am mad because "The Chosen Elites" interfere in my match. I don't know why they did it, I didn't screw them over in any of their matches. Just know I am coming for you guys because you screw me over and I want some answers. This is Nick Danger and for now Danger is out."
Nick drop the microphone and heads to back.
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HEIR TO THE THRONE SEMI FINALS MATCH
3 Stages of Hell
Fall One: Singles Match
Fall Two: First Blood Match
Fall Three: Last Man Standing Match
Nick Knight vs Abraxes
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{ The opening chords of āMomma Said Knock You Outā hits over the arena sound system as Nick Knight steps onto the entrance ramp. āThe Hollywood Butcherā 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 Knightās world. He is 100% focused on the battle ahead of him and never looks out from beneath the trademark towel draped over his head. }
Vasco Dias: This is it! The third and final match between Nick Knight and Abraxes!
Terri Morasco: And itās three stages of hell!
Vasco Dias: Each fall is more brutal than the last!
Terri Morasco: And the victor moves on to the Heir to the Throne finals!
{ 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. Nick Knight stands ready and as the lights flicker Abraxes suddenly appears behind Knight!!! }
Vasco Dias: Where the hell did he come from!?
{ Abraxes lays in a heavy chop and then another and another as Rince Vusso calls for the bell and the match to start! }
Terri Morasco: What the hell!?
{ Abraxes is just hitting heavy blow after heavy blow on Nick Knight until finally Nick drills Abraxs with an elbow strike and a right hook across the jaw! }
Vasco Dias: Thatās illegal!
Terri Morasco: I think we are well past that mattering!
{ Knight starts to unload with rights and lefts on Abraxes and just pummels the masked man back into a corner before hitting Abraxes with a big clothesline across the throat! }
Terri Morasco: These men are going to war!
Vasco Dias: As it should be!
{ Knight rears back for another shot but Abraxes kicks Knight hard in the surgically repaired right knee! Knight staggers back and Abraxes hits a front chop block on that right knee and takes Nick to the ground! }
Terri Morasco: The monster is targeting the weak knee of Knight!
Vasco Dias: The monster is smarter than he looks!
{ Abraxes grabs the leg of Nick Knight and drags him toward the corner. Abraxes goes to the outside and pulls Knightās leg along side the ring post. Abraxes pulls back and then slams that right knee right into the post! }
Terri Morasco: Jesus!!!
{ Abraxes grabs the leg and slams the knee into the post over and over and over again as Knight screams out in pain! }
Vasco Dias: Abraxes is going to rip that leg off!
{ Abraxes takes the right leg again but Knight boots the masked man right in the jaw! Nick rolls out of the ring to meet Abraxes on the outside and pushes himself through the pain. Knight cracks Abraxes with several heavy chops before drilling the masked man with a massive head butt!! }
Terri Morasco: Nick Knight is fighting back!
Vasco Dias: But heās fighting on a wounded leg!
Terri Morasco: Knight has been through worse!
{ Knight grabs the masked man and just head butts the holy hell out of him over and over again until blood begins to trickle from underneath the mask. Rince Vusso is trying to get control of the match but Knight shoves the referee away and runs Abraxes face first into the ring post! }
Terri Morasco: Knight has lost all control!
{ Knight goes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair! }
Vasco Dias: What is this mad man doing!?
{ Abraxes rises but Knight just bends the steel chair in half over the top of Abraxesā head!!! Rince has to call for the bell! }
Alison Valance: The winner of the first fall by disqualificationā¦ Abraxes!!!
Terri Morasco: Knight sacrificed the first fall!
Vasco Dias: But wait!
{ Abraxes is clearly bleeding from under the mask and Rince calls for the bell again!!! }
Alison Valance: The winner of the second fallā¦ Nick Knight!!!
Vasco Dias: Genius! Knight gave up the first fall once he saw blood!
Terri Morasco: That is pretty damn smart!
Vasco Dias: And now itās last man standing!
{ Knight throws the chair aside and drops on top of Abraxes and begins to just lay in with the right hands as now itās anything goes! }
Vasco Dias: No we are going to see the war!
{ Knight pulls Abraxes up and goes to throw him into the guard rails but Abraxes stomps that right knee of Nick and then hits a head butt of his own so hard he opens a gash over the right eye of Nick Knight! }
Vasco Dias: Now Abraxes has drawn blood!
Terri Morasco: Holy hell!
{ Abraxes stomps the knee again and grabs Nick Knight for a urunage on the padded floor mats! }
Vasco Dias: Abraxes is done playing!
{ Abraxes tears up the padded floor and exposes the concrete beneath. Abraxes then drags Nick over the concrete floor before stomping the right knee again of Knight. Abraxes goes for the ring steps and rips off the top half. Abraxes holds the steps up and goes to slam them down on the right knee of Knight but Nick boots Abraxes right in the family jewels! }
Vasco Dias: Low blow!
{ Knight forces himself back up and grabs Abraxes for the Non Dairy Creamer on the exposed floor! }
Terri Morasco: Knight is still in this!
{ Knight is in a lot of pain. Abraxes sits right up and stands to his feet but Knight grabs him for Welcome to Hollywood! Once again Abraxes sits right up. Knight goes to boot Abraxes in the face but Abraxes grabs that right leg and twists it hard sending Knight to the mat! }
Vasco Dias: Knight is really feeling the effects of all those knee attacks!
Terri Morasco: Iām not sure how much longer he can last!
{ Abraxes pulls Knight up and drags him toward the announce table. Knight starts to fight back and hit several chops but Abraxes hits another headbutt and then a back body drop that puts Nick Knight on the table! }
Vasco Dias: Get off our table!
Terri Morasco: Time to move!
{ Abraxes climbs up and he pulls Nick up for Hush right onto the announce table and shatters it! }
Vasco Dias: Come on!
{ Rince counts buts Nick Knight gets up at five. Abraxes comes in but Nick goes for the eye rake and a head butt and then several chops! Knight moves in for the Saito suplex but his knee canāt support the weight and he lets go! }
Terri Morasco: Nickās knee gave out!
{ Abraxes springs back with a head butt and grabs Knight for a fall away slam! }
Vasco Dias: Jesus!
{ Nick fights his way up but Abraxes is there with another chop block to the back of Knightās knee and it takes him down hard! }
Terri Morasco: Knight is in a bad way!!!
{ Knight is back on the exposed concrete now as Abraxes pulls him up for Consign to Dream! Nick is down and Rince is counting but Knight starts to get up! }
Vasco Dias: Knight is still going!
{ Abraxes takes the top half of the steel steps and drills them into the right knee of Nick Knight which is laying over the exposed concrete!!! }
Terri Morasco: Oh my god!
{ Abraxes then hits the knee of Knight again and again and again. Abraxes just unloads to the point he becomes exhausted and canāt even pick the steps up over his head again. }
Terri Morasco: This is disgusting!
Vasco Dias: This is what the monster is capable of!
{ Rince is making his count and Nick is fighting to stand but his knee just canāt take it. Rince hits five and Nick tries to pull up on the canvas but falls back tot he floor. Seven and Knight is hitting his own knee trying to fight through the pain. Rince hits nine and Knight tries to stand again but itās too late and the bell is rung! }
Alison Valance: Your winner and moving on to the Heir to the Throne finalsā¦ ABRAXES!!!
{ Abraxes music hits as Knight glares up at the masked man, promising this isnāt the last time. }
Vasco Dias: Abraxes moves into the finals!
Terri Morasco: I just hope Nick Knight is able to return from this!
Vasco Dias: Heās too head strong to retire now!
{ Abraxes just keeps his eyes locked on Nick Knight who finally makes it back to his feet, albeit using the ring to support his weight. Abraxes tilts his head a little and somewhere beneath that mask he smiles, knowing this isnāt the last time they will cross paths. }
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The Money Maker responds
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{ We come back from the break backstage in the IWF interview area where we find Almir Sayed with Grave Roberts, Scott Handsome and Haseem around him. }
Almir Sayed: So the Dragon has challenged me to a Last Man Standing Steel Cage Match?
Haseem: The fool!
Almir Sayed: All to defend the honor of some harlot who refuses to give you the satisfaction you crave?
Grave Roberts: Hey, he said bad shit would happen if you mentioned Fate again.
Scott Handsome: Yeah, like voodoo or viking shit or whatever his deal is.
Almir Sayed: I do no fear the Dragon. The Chosen Elite do not fear anyone! And I will keep your ladies name out of my mouth when she keeps me out of hers.
{ Almir smirks with a wink. }
Almir Sayed: We shall see you at Legacy, oh most mis matched Dragon.
{ Fade to commercial. }
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Cals Jacobsen and Astrid Hall vs Crystal and Candy Kane
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{Cals and Astrid show great teamwork as they go against Candy and Crystal. Crystal is pinned by Astrid for the three count.}
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Roberto Verona names his stipulations for Legacy
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{ We return backstage as a shot of Roberto Verona sat at the desk in his office is revealed at IWF HQ in Chicago, the crowd boo as Verona looks up at the camera. }
Roberto Verona: You seeā¦that warm welcome is why I decided to leave Dean and Angel to handle business this evening. But alas, I have two pieces of business which couldnāt possibly wait until next week. Being InFamousā¦
{ The crowd cheers as Verona shakes his head. }
Roberto Verona: You know, McFly, you test my patience. Worst of all, you test Jessā patience. She gave you what you deserve and instead of learning your lesson youāve lashed out at company property, cost people their jobs and physically assaulted defenceless commentators. Well, it seems you need to be taught another lesson.
{ Verona smiles. }
Roberto Verona: Thatās why Iām going to give you what you think you want. Next week, you can step inside the ring with a Hall of Famer, something youāll never be, in a Mask v Mask match. I think Jess said it to me best, she wants to symbolically peel away the faƧade you wear after beating whatās left of the fight out of you. So hey, enjoy your shopping trip this week because in seven days, weāll be scraping whatās left of you off the mat.
{ Veronaās expression suddenly turns to a scowl. }
Roberto Verona: Speaking of road killā¦ how could I possibly forget your little compadre, Steve Awesome.
{ The crowd cheers as Verona sneers, lifting up the unfinish contract from last week. }
Roberto Verona: I have to admit, Awesome, as per usual I was unimpressed by your subpar work. So I took some liberties toā¦ amend our contract. Oh, donāt worry big guy, if you somehow manage to fluke a victory next week I will give you back your spot in the IWF Hall of Fameā¦
{ The crowd pops. }
Roberto Verona: But that is where the charity ends. You see, Iām not going to rehire Rob Diamond if you win, this isnāt about a storybook lesson. This is about teaching you a valuable lesson, this is about breaking the illusion you present to everybody. I want you to make a choice, will you be selfish and resign the only person who ever believed in you to the trash heap for your own benefit? Or will you finally sacrifice yourself for somebody else? Either way, one of you will be kissing goodbye to their career, the choiceā¦ is yours.
{ Verona pauses. }
Roberto Verona: Of courseā¦ we canāt trust you to make a choice, can we Steven? Thatād be taking some personal responsibility for once. So to encourage you let me make something quite clear, when I defeat you not only will you be fired, but the ban on the Hall of Fame for Being InFamous will stay in place. But hey, donāt worry big guy, Iām not without mercyā¦ instead of just tearing up your contractā¦ Iāll give it to Rob instead. As for all the royalties youāre due, all the merchandise benefitsā¦ everything you use to leech off this companyā¦ well, theyāll be cut awayā¦ youāll have nothing, youāll be nothing.
{ Roberto stares into the camera. }
Roberto Verona: Remember when I told you no matter what, I never lose? Welcome to consequences, Awesome, for everything youāve ever done. Either I kiss goodbye to the biggest parasite infecting my companyā¦. Or you prove to everybody just how selfish you really areā¦ and believe me, any āass kickingā you can dish out will be more than worth it.
{ Verona takes a pen and signs the amended contract. }
Roberto Verona: Suck it, Awesome.
{ Verona tosses the pen to one side and places the contract in a fax machine on his desk, pressing a button before getting up and walking out of shot as we head to a commercial break. }
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HEIR TO THE THRONE SEMI FINALS MATCH
Special Guest Referee: Angel Blake
Warren Kane vs Dean Harper
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for One Fall and the chance to get to the final of Heir to the throne!
Terri Morasco: This match has made me anxious all night.
Vasco Dias: Iāve been looking forward to it all night!
{The lights go out and the snow steady beat of New Divide by Linkin Park plays and the crowd gives a good cheer for Warren Kane as he emerges from behind the curtains wearing a simple leather jacket, with his hands at his hips and a smile on his face. He then heads towards the ring, stopping to touch hands with members of the crowd before stopping in front of the ring. Closes his eyes, takes a breath before jumping up onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and raising his arms in the air getting a positive reaction from the crowd. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as he drops into the ring.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring with 25 points in Heir to the Throne, from London England, standing at 6ā1āā and weighing in at 205 poundsā¦ WARREN KANE!
Vasco Dias: Warren is going to get the beating of a lifetime tonight.
Terri Morasco: I wouldnāt be so sure. Warren has been doing everything he can in Heir to the Throne to ensure Dean does not get past him. I think heās more prepared for this match then you give him credit for.
{ 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. }
Alison Valance: Introducing the special referee for this match, current world champion and Hall of Famer GOD.
Vasco Dias: I for one am happy to see God here to oversee this wondrous match.
Terri Morasco: You mean to stack the deck against Warren, donāt you?
{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.}
Alison Valance: Last into the ring, with 35 points in the heir to the throne, standing at 6ā2āā and 185 poundsā¦ DEAN HARPER!
Terri Morasco: Dean has been given the easiest path to Heir to the throne in history and this is a laughable match. With his own father as the ref what hope does Warren have of winning this match?
Vasco Dias: None, thatās the point.
{Dean leans against the ropes casually while Warren looks ready to go. Angel looks between the two men, a look of loathing for Warren and one of warmth towards Dean. He raises his arm to signal for the bell, but...the screeching intro of "Malnutrition" howls out over the PA, and Caleb Lockwood stalks out from the back, smirking as Angel shakes his head.}
Vasco Dias: What the hell is Caleb Lockwood doing here?
Terri Morasco: I guess heās going to be in Warrenās corner. He did say something about supporting Warren no matter what.
{Caleb puts his hands up, walking to Warrenās corner, where he pats Warrenās calf encouraginly and steps away. With a growl, Angel signals for the bell. The bell rings. Both men stand where they are.}
Terri Morasco: Oh I donāt like that.
Vasco Dias: Neither does God.
{Angel gives Dean a hard look and Dean gets off the ropes. Warren goes for a kick but Dean drops to the mat going into a Roll-through Russian legsweep followed by a flipping leg drop. Warren doesnāt turn in time to miss the Rear drop Kick that Dean connects with him.}
Terri Morasco: Dean not wasting any time here apparently.
Vasco Dias: And why should he? Just because Warren said he loved him too? Itās probably all bullshit anyway.
{Dean waits until Warren is getting back to his feet before hitting the other man with an Oathbreaker! Knocking Warren to the mat. Caleb hammers on the mat, encouraging Warren, but Angel shouts at him not to interfere.}
Vasco Dias: Here we go!
{Dean goes for the pin
1-2
Dean breaks the pin, seemingly upset with the speed of the count. āNot like thatā is heard on camera as Warren knocks Dean away, along with a loud obscenity from Caleb. Dean rolls back to his feet.}
Terri Morasco: Dean objected to a fast count and an easy victory?
Vasco Dias: That count wasnāt fast.
{Warren hits Dean with a bicycle kick followed by a Tilt-a-whirl Back Breaker. Dean pulls himself back up to his feet but Warren hits him with a Jumping Knee followed by a Splosion suplex.}
Terri Morasco: Warren taking it right back to Dean.
{Warren goes for the pinā¦ Angel lazily and slowly gets down to do the count
1
KICK OUT by Dean much to Warrenās frustration, marked with another obscenity from Caleb. Dean punches Warren in the face, gets back up but Warren counters with a pele kick knocking Dean back to the mat.}
Terri Morasco: Angel should never have been allowed to be the ref in this match!
Vasco Dias: Donāt be a poor sport, Morasco.
{Warren picks Dean up but hits Warren hard in the stomach. Dean then connects with a Spinning Side Kick followed by a Step up Enzurgiri.}
Terri Morasco: Dean is warming back up here, hoping Warren can get out of this.
Vasco Dias: I hope he doesnāt.
{Dean hits Warren with an Up is Down and has a perfect setup for a Dance the spiral but pauses until Angel makes a sound. }
Terri Morasco: Did Dean hesitate?
Vasco Dias: No, of course not.
{Dean goes for the DANCE THE SPIRAL but Warren recovered enough to spin out of the way and hit him with a Saving Grace, knocking Dean to the mat with a thud.}
Terri Morasco: Oh ...oh ow, that looked painful.
{Warrenās eyes go wide and he seems frozen as he watches Dean spit out some blood and shake the hit off getting back to his feet. Warren moves in a way that looks like heās going to check on Dean but Angel pushes Warren away as Dean regains his footing. Caleb bellows for Warren to act, but Angel moves out of the Way for Dean as he connects with a Product of War .}
Vasco Dias: Not losing a step here.
{Abraxes appears on the edge of the ring, casually stalking the ring. Warren notices him for a moment before Dean hits him with a Reality Break .}
Terri Morasco: Whatās Abraxes doing out here?
Vasco Dias: Who can say?
{Warren gets back up, clearly frustrated with everything. Warren hits Dean with a Jumping Knee
Followed by a Swinging Neckbreaker. Warren turns and immediately hits Angel with a KIDD KICK! Knocking Angel out of the ring.}
Vasco Dias: He canāt do that?
Terri Morasco: Who can say?
{Dean gets up and moves to check on Angel, Warren grabs Dean with a roll up as another official runs out from the back and slides into the ring to make the count! rolls up Dean.
1
2
3!}
Alison Valance: And youāre winnerā¦ Warren Kane!
{Warren lets go of Dean, moving back, apoligizing as Dean gets up yelling at him. Caleb hits Dean with a STARVATION GRASP as Dawn drags her brother out of the ring. Warren, Caleb and Dawn all back up the the ramp as Angel rolls back into the ring to check on his son, his one bleach white eye boring a hole through the head of Warren Kane.}
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SEGMENT
Who will Angel Blake defend the IWF Men's World Championship against this week?
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{ We come back from the commercial break on a close up of the commentary booth. }
Vasco Dias:: Next up weāve got a real special treat for you.
Terri Morasco: Angel Blake defends the world title against people who donāt stand a chance.
{ Vasco looks appalled. }
Vasco Dias:: Terri!? Angel Blake is a proud and powerful champion! Everyone he has defended against he has fought fairly and with honor! You think he just coastd into the record of most successful defenses!?
Terri Morasco: Yes, yes I do.
Vasco Dias:: Youāre unreal!
Terri Morasco: Whatās unreal is the way the Powers that Be are swinging their dicks around like theyāre the only ones who matter!! Did you see what Blake just tried in that match with Warren and Dean!?
Vasco Dias:: They are the only oneās who matter, Terri!
{ Almost as if on cue the lights in the arena go out as Gateways by Dimmu Borgir begins to play. The crowd is bristling with hatred as Angel Blake stands in the center of the ring with the Menās World Championship slung over his shoulder. Angel absorbs the hatred like fuel. }
Vasco Dias:: You can literally feel the temperature drop when Angel Blake is out here.
Terri Morasco: All I feel is disgust.
{ Blake sneers out at the crowd as his music fades out. }
Angel Blake: Roberto Verona decreed I defend MY title weeklyā¦ Howeverā¦ After an unprecedented 13 successful salvationā¦ I am left without competition-
{ Blake barely gets the last word out when The Offspringās āNitro (Youth Energy)ā -- James Gilmoreās alternate theme music -- begins to play! The 45,000-plus in the Sun Bowl erupt as the Islander alum marches his way out on the stage, carrying the all-important Joker in the Pack briefcase! Tonight, he has put a piece of paper on its side labeled āLIGHT OF JUDGEMENT,ā a reference to the villainous Kefka in Final Fantasy VI. }
Vasco Dias:: Oh, NO!!!
Terri Morasco: Oh, YES!!!
{ As the music stops, a loud āJJ!ā chant is heard as the vibes in the home of UTEPās Miners football program go way up. }
James Gilmore: Thinkinā of takinā a week off, dude!?! I. DONāT. THINK. SO!!!
{ The fans roar as James paces around the stage, eerily aware of the crap that Angel and Company can pull. }
James Gilmore: After makinā a mockery of that piece of hardware -- one that Iāve been pushinā myself for for a long, long time -- youāre gonna sit there and phone it in. After what you did to my older brother and former babysitter, the only phone call youāre gonna getās gonna end with my foot up your CANDY ASS!!!
{ The fans go wild as Gilmore continues pacing, holding onto that briefcase. }
James Gilmore: You dudes think that youāre the only big-swinginā dicks around here, but hoo-boy...what yāall fail to realize is that this here briefcase gives ME collective control over whatās gonna happen between you and me, Angel -- and itās high time I cash in this thing, whaddaya think!?! In other words...my stips and my date!
{ The cheers reverberate through the Sun Bowl as JJ opens up the briefcase, pulling out its official documentation. Clearing his throat, he reads the idea he has in mind. }
James Gilmore: So hereās how this is gonna go...Legacy, Cotton Bowl, itās gonna be yours truly...versus Angel Blake...for the Menās World Championship...in a lāil ditty thatās only fittinā for both our styles! -- THE DEATH CAGE!!!
{ The crowd pops wildly! }
Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!!
Vasco Dias:: WHAT!!?!!
Terri Morasco: Thatās Angelās signature match -- he hasnāt had one of those in years!!!
Vasco Dias:: Oh, heās NUTS!!!
{ the fans settle down as James grins from ear to ear. }
James Gilmore: But WAIT..thereās more! Oh, you and your boys are gonna love this one! āCuz letās face the facts...we all know that you canāt win a damn match without some shenanigans from your boys Dean-o, Bertie, and private security. So I tell ya what...you want your dudes at ringside, thatās fine by me. HOWEVER--!!!
Angel Blake: ENOUGH!
{ Angel cuts in finally after hearing enough. }
Angel Blake: You think that brief case gives you power over me?... Iām Being Infamousā reckoningā¦ Here to end the borrowed time you have been living on!
{ Angelās pale painted face twists into that terrible grin. }
Angel Blake: We have already taken Rob Diamond off the boardā¦ Steve Awesome has gleefully accepted his fateā¦ That just leaves youā¦ Challenging meā¦ To a match I have never lostā¦ A match I will never loseā¦ For a title that will always belong to ME!
{ Through one white eye and one erriely normal eye, Angel glares up at James. }
Angel Blake: A title I have held longer than anyone elseā¦ A title I have held more times than anyone elseā¦ A title I have defended more than anyone elseā¦ I AM THE MENS WORLD CHAMPION!... The one who all others will be judged againstā¦ More than the alphaā¦ More than the omegaā¦ More than legendā¦ I am the absolute pinnacle!... And if the Death Cage is what you wantā¦ If the Death Cage is the fate you have chosenā¦ Then the Death Cage is where James Gilmore ENDS!
{ James nods his head, his eyes never leaving Angelās for a moment. }
James Gilmore: Au contraire, compadre...as Karen Carpenter once sang, āweāve only just begun.ā I did say your boys could be at ringside for the Death Cage, HOWEVER...oh, Fi!?! Letās make your vision come to life!!!
{ The crowd roars as Fiona McFly steps onto the stage, sporting her trusty relish gun-pack which has been labeled āCROWD CONTROL!ā With a smile on her face, she points all around the perimeter of the Sun Bowl field! The noise swells up as we see five separate groups of men -- five men in each grouping -- march down the stairs from the upper part of the bowl seating area, each sporting hot pink-hued T-shirts with the logo of the newly-opened ALL INFAMOUS WRESTLING AND MARTIAL ARTS ACADEMY on the front, with black letters that say āRECRUITā on the back! }
Vasco Dias:: What the--!?!
Terri Morasco: Ohhhh...MYYYY!!!!!! Those are the new recruits JJ was telling Fiona about earlier!!!
Vasco Dias:: Thereās gotta be at LEAST twenty-five guys out there! Holy shit!!
Terri Morasco: And they ALL look pissed!!
{ The recruits march their way down to the stadium field and hop over the barricade! The crowdās at fever pitch as the pink-shirted men surround the ring At that moment, Rob Diamond steps onto the stage -- heās wearing a black T-shirt, same logo on the front...but in pink lettering reads the word āMENāS HEAD COACHā on the back! Fiona strips off her ātoyā for the moment, revealing a similar-looking shirt -- albeit with the words āWOMENāS HEAD COACH.ā JJ smirks from ear to ear, pointing to the new band of hungry recruits that have the PTB surrounded! }
James Gilmore: As you can see, dudes and dudettes...what youāre seeinā right now as the inaugural menās recruit class at the All Infamous Wrestling Academy! These men, and the women who will soon follow, represent the GREATNESS that this business oughta strive to achieve! These are the guys...that will join YOUR boys...in surroundinā the Death Cage -- to SERVE! AS!! LUMBERJACKS!!!
{ The fans pop to their feet once more, the loud āJJ!ā chants intensify as Being Infamous proudly gazes upon the project that had been keeping under wraps for a full year! }
Terri Morasco: GOOD GOD!! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!!
Vasco Dias:: NO-NO-NOOOO!!!!! This aināt frigginā FAIR!!!!
Terri Morasco: Sauce for the goose, Vasco! The odds will be even!!!
{ JJ begins to speak once more as the crowd settles down. }
James Gilmore: For even though Fi and myself could be the sole survivors when the smokeās all cleared...the spirit of the most decorated stable in IWF history -- the spirit of Being Infamous -- will never, EVER die! From this day forward...the Rebellion is born!!
{ Angel slowly raises both his hands and begins to slowly clap as James stands proudly with Rob, Fir and the recruits. }
Angel Blake: It would be so easy for us to keep your recruits outā¦ To ban your cohorts from ringsideā¦ To assure I have you and only you within the Death Cageā¦ I do not need my son or Roberto to defeat youā¦ I do not need the baying masses to defeat youā¦ I do not need an advantage to defeat you... I amā¦ Have beenā¦ Will always beā¦ Better than youā¦ Bring your recruitsā¦ Let them bare witness to your endā¦ The final stand of James Gilmoreā¦
James Gilmore: Whatever ya say, dude...it wonāt matter. When all the smoke is cleared, you will be made, you will be measured, and you will be leftā¦
Fans: SHELL-SHOCKED!!!
{ The crowd roars to life once again as the show comes to a close. We see the lasting image of the newly-minted All Infamous Wrestling recruits and the PTB private security staring each other down, creating an extremely combustible environment! }
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