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SEGMENTPyhrric Celebration
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{ We open up Monday Night Sacrifice in Uncasville, Connecticut's Mohegan Sun Arena -- the home of the WNBA's Connecticut Sun franchise -- to a loud roar from the crowd. As we pan around the arena, many fans are waving signs and placards celebrating James Gilmore's historic IWF Men's World Championship victory last week, although we catch a brief glimpse of a sign that reads "JESS & ETERNITY = DOUBLE TROUBLE!!" }Terri Morasco: Welcome to Monday Night Sacrifice! And welcome to a brand-new era in IWF history!
Vasco Dias: It won't last...
Terri Morasco: We've got Cals Jacobsen taking on Fate, plus so much more! We're gonna see the 2020 Heir to the Throne later on, plus Caleb Lockwood and Abraxes.
{ Suddenly, "Shell Shocked" begins to play. The fans leap to their feet and cheer wildly as James Gilmore steps out from behind the curtain, sporting an old-school Hartford Whalers jersey and carrying the IWF Men's World title proudly on his right shoulder. He looks around he arena and takes it all in, his face beaming from ear to ear as the moment itself sinks into his mind, that this was the culimination of his life's work. }
Terri Morasco: The roof of Mohegan Sun Arena is about to explode here! The new IWF Men's World Champion is in the building!
Vasco Dias: Come again?! I can't hear you over these nerds!
Terri Morasco: James Gilmore has had one of longest roads -- if not THE longest -- to the top of the mountain of any known IWF superstar, male or female. This is what he's worked his entire life for!
{ The Islander alum never loses his focus on the raucous crowd as he walks down toward the ring. As he steps in, holding a microphone in his hand, he gets a good, panoramic view of the signs of support from every corner. The expression on his mug never wavered, even though deep in his mind he never imagined the kind of fanfare he would receive would be louder than when he became the StrongStyle Champion for the first time last year. As the music fades... }Fans:YES! YES! YES! YES!
YES! YES! YES! YES!
YES! YES! YES! YES!
YES! YES! YES! YES!
{ JJ tries to begin speaking over the crowd's chants, but finds it to be quite difficult to get a word out at first. At that moment, just as the crowd settled down... }James Gilmore: For years...I've often found myself usin' the tagline "dare to dream." Last week...ninety-thousand Mama Bears, Papa Bears, and l'il dudes and dudettes watched the dream come true!
{ The crowd goes wild again... }Fans:YOU DESERVE IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
YOU DESERVE IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
YOU DESERVE IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
YOU DESERVE IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
{ ...and JJ can't help but smile, even though he's got something else on his mind. }James Gilmore: Yet it feels like a Pyhrric victory...'cuz last week, Fiona and I became the two lone survivors of what used to be one of the most decorated stables in IWF history! We both knew that Steve Awesome was gonna let his own pride do him in, that he'd be willin' to do anything in order to take a swing at Bertie -- even if it meant throwin' us, includin' Rob, under the bus! That ain't cool, huh?!
{ The crowd boos Steve Awesome's actions, knowing he would take any deal if it meant getting what he wanted. Just as JJ was about to say something else, the Cahill Club Mix version of Sia's "Alive" begins to play, and the crowd pops to their feet when they see his wife, IWF's resident Travel Coordinator Yulia Malakova, step onto the stage sporting a black business outfit. We then see former Women's World Champion Fiona McFly follow suit, sporing Western gear, and the two women stroll down to the ring. }Vasco Dias: HA! Yulia's come out to spoil Gilmore's party!
Terri Morasco: I find that highly unlikely -- mainly because she's got Fiona in tow!
{ Yulia and Fiona quickly step inside the ring. James wonders what the hell is going on before Yulia calmly grabs the microphone from him. }Yulia Malakova: Oh, JJ...thank you for the lead-in spoilers!
{ The crowd laughs. }Yulia Malakova: But I am digressing. That was the little controversy I wanted to address with the fans, and frankly...as someone who has watched the whole Being Infamous and Powers That Be saga from the shadows, what happened in regards to Steve Awesome and Roberto Verona, specifically...the stipulation itself--was NOT fair and balanced. Through no fault of your own, one man decided to let his little pride get in the way and cost you spots in the Hall of Fame -- and THAT, right there, is the biggest crime of them all.
{ Fiona looks like she's about to wreck something. James wants to say something, but Yulia steps in-between the two. }Yulia Malakova: I will no longer allow for the actions of a select group of people to affect the careers of others. With that in my mind...JJ, Fiona, I am here because I wish for basic fairness in this saga going forward. I want to volunteer to act as your personal representative so that two things can happen. One...I help JJ ensure that he'll think smartly before signing a contract, so that nothing shady will happen to other IWF talents again. And two...I want to make sure that Fiona doesn't smash, bash, or crash anything else in her search for Jess Reed and Eternity -- much like what she did to MY office a few weeks ago.
{ Fiona develops an embarrassed look on her face, for she didn't realise that the office she wrecked belonged to Yulia, who simply patted her on the shoulders and noted that she understood why she did what she did. James nods in agreement, not even putting up a feeble argument against his own wife. "Alive" plays again as the trio heads backstage, pondering what might come next. }-------------------------------------
SEGMENTWhat You Want
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{The camera follows Dean as he walks casually around the venue before Warren grabs him and slams him into a wall by the shoulders.}Dean Harper: Hello Lover.
{Warren glares at him.}Warren Kane: I can't believe you are acting so casually after youâ
Dean Harper: Win the match?
Warren Kane: You kissed me to win that match.
Dean Harper: you say you want to fight my father to prove youâve changed. But what do you really want?
Warren Kane: Donât.
{Dean moves his face an inch from Warrenâs.}Dean Harper: you want to fight For my soul? Or...You want to have me all to yourself?
{ Warren lets go of Dean.}Warren Kane: Youâre an ass.
Dean Harper: love you too.
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SEGMENTThe Chosen Elite: Aggressive Expansion
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{ We come back from the commercial break with Nick Danger seated in the office of Eddie D. Almir Sayed, Haseem, Grave Roberts and Scott Handsome are also gathered in the room. Nick eyes each man up before bringing his attention back to Eddie D. who sits behind his large oak desk. }Eddie D: The offer is simple, Mr. Danger. You join the Chosen Elite and I make sure all your dreams as a professional wrestler come true.
Nick:"Why do you want me to join the Chosen Elite anyway Eddie D?"
{ Eddie D leans back in his chair. }Eddie D: Why wouldn't I want you too?
{ Eddie D presents the other members of the group. }Eddie D: I surround myself with greatness and when I look at you I see greatness. I see the future of this company unlike the same stalwarts and degenerates Verona always pushes to the top. I see a man along with Mr. Sayed here who can lead IWF into the future.
Nick:"Listen this is a great offer Eddie it is really is. But your guy's attacked me while I was in the Heir To The Throne Tournament. Plus I want a match with Almir Sayed. I do have a match with Draco Wolfie tonight so I really should prepare for that match."
{ Eddie D. raises an eyebrow at Nick's response. }Eddie D: So be it... Better get ready.
{ Nick looks around at the members of the Chosen Elite, feeling the rising tensions as he slowly gets up and makes his way out of the office. }Eddie D: Oh, he's going to regret that.
{ Fade to commercial. }-------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH1K RP Word LimitFate vs Cals Jacobsen-------------------------------------
{The echoing guitar intro of "Tears Don't Fall" sounds through the arena before a howl of "LET'S GOOOOOO!" brings Cals Jacobsen running out onto the stage, shoulder-rolling forward and coming up kneeling with their hands in horns and their tongue out, grinning ear to ear. They pop up to their feet, nodding and grinning wickedly as they walk down the ramp, fistbumping and high-fiving with fans. Climbing the ring steps, Cals hangs off the ringpost, nodding along to the music, and steps through the ropes, pacing in a circle before running to the ropes and leaping up onto the second rope, throwing her hood back and bellowing out to the fans. Cals detaches their hood, unfolding it and tossing it into the crowd before running the ropes, clearly psyched for their match.}Terri Morasco: We're just about set for one-on-one action in the women's division!
Vasco Dias: And poor Cals is about to meet their Fate...
Terri Morasco: Don't start!
{ Her music 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. }Vasco Dias: This
chica can be quite the striker, no matter what anyone else says!
Terri Morasco: How awkward this must be for Draco to be pulled by a chain to the ring!
[DING!]
{ Blue Shoes calls for the bell to begin this match, which lasted for a solid ten minutes. Both of these competitors traded moves with each other, with neither gaining an advantage early on. When we hit the six minute mark, we see that Fate has started to turn the tide in her favor. She hits Cals with a pair of vicious forearms before sending them for the ride; Jacobsen bounces off the ropes and winds up nearly begin decapitated with a short-armed clothesline! Sensing an end in sight, Fate yanks Cals to their feet and applies her trademark Black Mass known as the Fate's Queen! Fate then goes for the cover... }1âŚ!
2....!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEAWWWWWWW...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
{ Fate stands up pissed, barking at Blue Shoes who holds up the dreaded two fingers! Cals seizes the distraction by kicking Fate hard in the gut. Cals takes advantage of their opponent's anger and sends Fate into the ropes; Fate bounces off and is plastered with a pair of elevated dropkicks, followed by an inverted atomic drop! Cals then dazzles the Mohegan Sun crowd with their patented Five For Fighting combination -- a forearm as Fate is trapped in the corner, followed by a knife-edge chop and European uppercut! Cals completes the quintet of moves with a back elbow and a leaping enzugiri that knocks Fate to the deck! Cals goes for the pin... }1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Terri Morasco: Neither competitor is willing to give an inch!
Vasco Dias: C'mon Fate!
Terri Morasco: And you call yourself unbiased?! Gimme a break!
{ Cals continues working on Fate, who surprises them when Fate tries to go for the Queen of the Knee Muay Thai-inspired roundhouse knee! But Cals is one step ahead and evades the knee; they grab Fate and place her in the double underhook facebuster known as FALL TO PIECES! The Uncasville crowd erupts as Cals goes for the pin! }1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
Vasco Dias: Dammit!
Terri Morasco: Cals picks up the win, rebounding from their Imperial Diamond title loss to Virginia last week!
{ "Tears Don't Fall" plays once more as Cals celebrates their hard-fought win! }-------------------------------------
SEGMENTWho came out of Legacy as the IWF World Television Champion?-------------------------------------
{âImmigrant Songâ by Led Zeppelin hits over the Mohegan Sun Arena sound system as the newly crowned IWF World Television Champion steps out onto the entrance ramp. The champ is dressed in jeans, work boots, and his brand new Modern Day Viking t-shirt. Draped over his shoulder is ten pounds of gold and leather. The only thing missing is a smile of the big manâs face. The Alaskan obviously has something on his mind as he climbs into the ring and takes the mic from Alison Valance.}Gregor Winter: I guess tonight was supposed to be some kind of a celebration. I should be all giggles and smiles as I pat myself on the back for becoming the Television Champion. I should be on cloud nine after I knocked Nighthawk out at Legacy and got my name forever written in the record books, just like I said I would. I guess Iâm happy about all of that, but itâs damn hard to be happy when a guy I had a lot of respect for did his best to try to end my career. When someone comes down to the ring on the biggest night of my career and tries to cave in my skull with a steel chair it really kind of sticks in my craw a little bit.
{Gregor tugs on his beard and lets out a long sigh.}
Gregor Winter: I have no idea what I ever did to Nick Knight or this Lucipher Cross, but you can be damn sure that they have started a war. Maybe they donât realize that I know a thing or twoâŚ
{The arena lights go out except for a single spotlight shining on Gregor Winter. An image of Lucipher Cross comes on to all of the arena screens. Crosse is standing at a lectern that seems to be made out of human skulls. He is wearing a black vestment trimmed in blood red complete with a red Roman collar. Behind the preacher, sitting on a raised throne of blood red wood, is 'The Hollywood Butcher' Nick Knight. Knight is dressed in an all black suit, his long hair pulled back in a ponytail.}Lucipher Crosse: Hello Gregor, I must apologize that we cannot be there to congratulate you in person. We had pressing church business back here in Sin City, do hope you understand.
Then again you seem to be struggling with understanding what you did to call down the wrath of The Church of Crosse. Well it is really quite simple, you refused to believe in the coming of the son. You refused to get down on your knees and pledge your devotion to the product of the unholy union. We gave you the chance and you refused, so you were punished thusly.
{Winter laughs and shakes his head.}Lucipher Crosse: How dare you laugh at the voice of the Father!
{Crosse takes a deep breath to calm himself.}Lucipher Crosse: It would seem that the Unholy Son is fond of you Gregor. Despite my reservations he has asked that I give you one last chance to drop to your knees and submit thyself to the Church of Crosse. To pledge your devotion to the Unholy Son.
{Gregor just gives the screen the finger. Crosse shakes his head at the big Viking.}Lucipher Crosse:I am disappointed at you Gregor. My brother kindly gave you an opportunity to repent, but you were too foolish to take it.
First James 3:20 reads âAnd First that agony shall come as lightning from above.â
{The arena lights come back up and the two masked men known as The Disciples are standing in the ring with Winter, both are holding cattle prods.}
Teri Morasco: Turn around Gregor!
{Gregor looks at the screen confused, trying to figure out what Crosse meant. Then like cats the masked men pounce, zapping him with police issue stun guns. The big man falls to the canvas and flops around like a fish out of water as the electricity courses through his body. Satisfied that their masterâs work is done the masked men roll out of the ring and disappear in the crowd.}Vasco Dias: I think the Television Champ has made one hell of a mistake. He should have just pledge his devotion to Lucipher Crosse and Nick Knight.
Teri Morasco: I personally respect Gregor for standing up for what he believes, and I think when the time comes he won't be standing alone.
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SINGLES MATCH1K RP Word LimitThe Chosen Elite will be ring sideDraco Wolfe vs Nick Danger-------------------------------------
{Draco comes out strong and takes time to beat Nick Danger soundly. The Elite comes out and distracts Nick Danger so he is hit hard by one of Draco's moves allowing the taller man to pin him for the win.}-------------------------------------
SEGMENTWho came out of Legacy as the Imperial Diamonds Champion?-------------------------------------
{The scene opens up on Virginia Stepanovâs desk, her Imperial Diamondâs Championship resting front and center. The champ herself is leaning back in her chair with her legs kicked up onto the surface.}Virginia Stepanov: Of course I won. Iâm the longest Reigning Imperial Diamondâs Champion that has ever existed. Not hate to Cals though. They gave me a hell of a run for my money and was probably the toughest fight Iâve had since I joined the company. But they werenât enough to knock me down.
{Virginia shrugs at the camera.}Virginia Stepanov: But clearly I won. That was never in any doubt. So Iâm gonna use my camera time to talk about something more important here. Thatâs the state of our champions.â
{She pulls her feet off the desk so she can lean forward.}Virginia Stepanov: I got words about the Menâs championâs weâve had. Plenty of em. Letâs be real, most of them lately havenât exactly lived up to expectations. But whatever, thatâs out of my pay grade and none of my business. Other than the fact that I gotta stand shoulder to shoulder and if one champ is bad it makes all of us look bad, ya dig? So instead Iâll stick with our Womenâs Champions, shall I?
{Virginia smirks at the camera.}
Virginia Stepanov: If you can call them that. Fionna spent most of her time jerking off her Being Infamous buddies and giving the menâs division more screen time and heat instead of elevating our division. She got involved in office politics and because of her actions she smeared the importance of her title by having it competed for every week by any fool management could find to throw at her.
{She rolls her eyes, blowing some of her hair out of her face.}Virginia Stepanov: She couldnât even leave with dignity. When she got beat she decided to grandstand and pull the attention away from the new champion. You best believe IF someone manages to take this belt outta my hands and IF they manage that by not knocking me into a coma that Iâm gonna be the first person to shake their hand, and Iâll put the belt around their waist my own damn self. Then Iâm gonna walk my fine ass to the back to give them their moment. Because Iâm a true champion that respects this belt and what it stands for. No shame in losing to the better opponent. But that brings us to AbigailâŚ
{Virginia lets out a heavy sigh and rolls her eyes.}Virginia Stepanov: Girl, I had such hopes for you. A chance for the top belt in our division to rest on the waist of someone that deserved it. But what have you done with it? Youâve spit fire on twitter at Fionna for ruining your moment, which she did. But damn girl you the champ. You gotta be better than that. Youâre the flagship of our division right now. Fuckin act like it.
{Virginia sighs again}Virginia Stepanov: Talking about looking forward to a match with someone once youâve earned it. Lord have mercy on these womenâŚ
{Virginia stands and places her hands on her desk and leans over it.}Virginia Stepanov: But you sat there and got a gimmie match for your defense, either so they could use you to humiliate Candy Kane, or cause the People in charge gave you a reach around for all the time you spent flirting with Eternity on twitter.
{She shakes her head.}Virginia Stepanov: Itâs disappointing. You need to do better. Our division needs to do better. Pull your heads outta your ass bitches. Get right. I got some hella leg strength and some damn fine shoulders but Iâm getting tired of carrying you all. Cut the tape.
{With that, the video ends.}-------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH1K RP Word LimitDucky vs Jack Ferriman-------------------------------------
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
{âFight for your rightâ comes on, Ducky jumps out, DABS for the crowd and runs into the ring} Alison Valance: First out to the ring, Ducky Tomlinson!
Terri Morasco: Ducky always gets a cheer from the crowd.
Vasco Dias: Because they know this match wonât last long.
{What's Up Danger begins to play as the lights in the arena dim. A black and white image of Jack appears on the Imperatron as Jack slowly steps out onto the ramp, adjusting the long black coat he is wearing over his ring gear and cracking his neck. He slowly turns his head as he gazes around the arena before setting his eyes on the ring, slowly walking down the ramp and stepping easily through the ropes. He flexes his shoulders as he turns in a slow circle before settling into his corner, tilting his head Michael Meyers style as he stares down the referee.} Alison Valance: Second out to the ring, Jack Ferriman!
Terri Morasco: Jack has been struggling for a while now.
Vasco Dias: Can you be surprised? Heâs not what I would call the main event material.
{As soon as the bell rings, Jack is out of his corner with a spear. He follows this up with a few clubbing blows until he backs off for a stalling suplex.} Terri Morasco: Jack out of the gate with something to prove!
Vasco Dias: Heâll choke.
{Jack picks Ducky up for a Turnbuckle Power-bomb followed by a NO LIMIT.}Terri Morasco: oh my god!
{Jack goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}Alison Valance: And your winner⌠Jack Ferriman!
Terri Morasco: He did it!
Vasco Dias: He got lucky.
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SEGMENTWho came out of Legacy as the IWF Women's World Champion?-------------------------------------
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{We cut to the Sacrifice commentary team of Terri Morasco and Vasco Dias.}Terri Morasco: Eight days ago at Legacy, we saw Abigail successfully defend her Womenâs World Championship for the first time.
Vasco Dias: In surprisingly dominant fashion some say, of course I just think Candyâs head wasnât entirely in that match, what with her boyfriendâs livelihood being on the line later on in the night and we all saw how that played out too.
Terri Morasco: Well, be that as it may, Iâm being told we can now go to a live satellite feed for a few words from the reigning Womenâs World Champion herself, Abigail...
{Cut to Abigail sat in an old wooden rocking chair on a porch. She has deep purple heavy eyeshadow on, black lipstick, crimson nail polish and a bright red spider lily planted in her almost jet black hair. She is also wearing her âMore Than My Flesh And Bloodâ T-Shirt, under her Monarch butterfly emblazoned cut off denim jacket. The IWF Womenâs World Championship secure around her waist. The text in the top right corner informs the watching audience that she is live via satellite from The Spencer Compound in the Bayou.
All around her, nature is at peace and the world is once again settling into night. Crickets chirp loudly. Moths fling themselves at the bright twin lights of a pair of artificial lanterns that hang on the front of her family home, either side of her. She offers a simple smile, feeling most at home in this environment once more.
She takes a deep breath, before speaking, focused but with quiet reservation.}Abigail: Iâll admit this feelinâ is still pretty new to me, but given time, I could get used to it. I donât know what it is exactly, but ever since Legacy, Iâve felt completely at peace with myself. Like Iâm finally on the right track in my life. Itâs been a long time coming, but this feeling of everythinâ beinâ right in my world for a change...itâs wonderful. I have very little to complain about. This company has been nothinâ but great to me since Iâve returned. Everyone from Roberto Verona to Jess Fowler to even some of the unsung heroes like Yulia Malakova, who in retrospect made the stars align and made the last two months even more special. Without her schedulinâ anâ planninâ Iâd never have been in a position to not only win my first World Championship in front of a home crowd, but also ensure that my very first defense was also in front of a home crowd with my brothers anâ Ma and Pa all in the front row. It was like a crazy dream come true...
{Abigail smiles wide, completely relaxed and feeling most at ease.}Abigail: Truth be told, itâs a feelinâ I havenât been able ta shake for over a week now. The feelinâ Iâm livinâ a dream, anâ the crazy part is somethinâs tellinâ me my life is only gonna get better anâ brighter from here on out. I can feel it in my bones, my heart, my soul. Iâve never felt more safe or secure about where Iâm goinâ anâ what the future has in store for me than I do right now. Itâs been a wild ride so far, anâ itâs not over yet, I promise! Wherever Iâm goinâ next, youâre all cominâ with me!
{Abigail beams wide, her face a picture of absolute utter contentment and secure satisfaction on which we hold for a moment before cutting back to ringside.}-------------------------------------
EXTREME RULES MATCH1K RP Word Limit
Abraxes will receive a World Television Title shot if Caleb Lockwood bleeds
Caleb Lockwood vs Abraxes-------------------------------------
{Abraxes is the first out, taunting Caleb as he makes his way down. Abraxes kicks Caleb back and forth through the ring Adel Travent and Ducky come out to beat on Caleb while the ref is distracted by Abraxes being in his personal space. Abraxes beats Caleb bloody before pinning him for the win. The lights go oiut and when they come back on Caleb and Abraxes are gone.}-------------------------------------
SEGMENTWho won the Heir to the Throne?-------------------------------------
{The camera switches to a feed of Dean sitting on a throne.}Dean Harper: As if there was ever a single doubt. I know there will be people who will complain...
{Dean winks}Dean Harper: But I don't give a fuck what they think. Keep the belt warm for me, Gilmore.
{Dean leans back in the throne.}Dean Harper: And Gilmore can try to do everything he wants to make sure me putting him under my boot is fair and legal. It won't matter. None of it matters. Because I'm still going to win.
Well howdy there pardner.