IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice, September 14, 2020

IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice, September 14, 2020 Sept 15, 2020 22:30:12 GMT

Post by Jess Fowler on Sept 15, 2020 22:30:12 GMT

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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Locke vs Draco Wolfe
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{The match is hard hitting Draco and Locke were tough. Locke pins Draco for the three count.}

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SEGMENT
Warren alone
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{Warren took a deep breath looking at the office door as his half-sister Dawn stands next to him.}

Dawn Halliwell: Not too late to eat crow, you know?

Warren Kane: I am not going to back down from standing against The Powers That Be.

Dawn Halliwell: What just happened to Caleb doesn't deter you?

Warren Kane: No. I've got to do something.

Dawn Halliwell: You're a distraction to them, Warren. Let them focus on snuffing out Being Infamous and get it together.

Warren Kane: I can't do that Dawn.

Dawn Halliwell: I had to try talking you out of it.

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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Fate vs Kate Steele
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{ Fate's 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. }

Terri Morasco: Fate is looking to rebound from last week's loss to Cals Jacobsen.

Vasco Dias: And it looks like her opposition will make that rebound easy...

Terri Morasco: Highly unlikely...

{ Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers. Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin. }

Vasco Dias: If Kate Steele wins this week, then gag me with a spoon...

Terri Morasco: And what makes you think she'll just give up, huh!?!

Vasco Dias: It's simple...Kate's good, but the Fates won't allow it. HA!

Terri Morasco: Will you STOP...!?!

[DING!]

{ This match was a pretty solid ten minute affair, with both women putting their best foot forth throughout. It was a tale of two halves, with Kate getting off to a great start in the first half by nailing the upstart with a variety of technical and martial arts maneuvers. She surprises Fate with a gamut of martial arts punches and kicks to the ribs and head before sending her for the ride; Fate bounces off the ropes and into a hard powerslam that scored her a two-count from Blue Shoes. Kate presses Fate harder, eventually getting in a solid float-over tornado DDT! }

Vasco Dias: What the heck's goin' on...?!

Terri Morasco: Kate's off to a great start!

{ Kate goes for the cover... }

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEEEEEAAAAWWWWWW...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vasco Dias: It won't last!

Terri Morasco: Great kickout from Fate there...oh God...

Vasco Dias: You made a rhyme -- I LOVE it!!!

Terri Morasco: I walked right into that one...

{ Kate's momentum didn't last, and the second half of the match belonged to Fate! Fate began wearing Kate down with her own striking ability! She plasters Steele with a gamut of palm strikes to the chest before shooting her into the ropes; Kate bounces off the strands and eats not one, but two dropkicks for dinner! Fate then proceeds to hit her opponent with the black mass signature combination she calls the Fate's Queen and gets a count of two! }

Terri Morasco: Looks like Kate's about to wind up being entangled!

Vasco Dias: You don't say, Terri...?!

{ Terri's right...Fate immediately pulls kate into position and hits the dreaded Twister combination she calls ENTANGLED WITH FATE! Kate Steele is out cold as Fate goes for the pin... }

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

Terri Morasco: And Fate picks up the impressive win!

Vasco Dias: I told ya so!

Terri Morasco: Oh, don't rub it in just 'cuz your Golden Knights lost to my Dallas Stars in the Conference Final...!

{ Fate's music plays again as she celebrates her victory... }

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SEGMENT
Carrying the women's division?
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{We cut to backstage where Jess Fowler is sat behind a desk in their office, about to enjoy a cup of coffee when Women’s World Champion, Abigail knocks on the open door out of courtesy. She is wearing her butterfly denim jacket and T-Shirt combination, as well as deep scarlet eyeshadow, lipstick and nail polish.}

Jess Fowler: Ah Miss Abigail...

{Jess smiles, it seems genuine.

Abigail adjusts the World Championship over her left shoulder as she walks in, returning the smile politely to her boss.}

Jess Fowler: Come in, come in. I wasn’t expecting you, but my door is always open. Especially to somebody of your fine standing. I don’t mind telling you that ever since I took this job, finding a World Champion who can both represent the best interests of this company as well as work with me in terms of knowing how to business has been a challenge. That’s all changed since you defeated Miss McFly however, and I for one, along with Mr Verona, couldn’t be more delighted.

Abigail: Thank you Mr Fowler, for everything you and Mr Verona have done for me over these last few months, especially. It’s been a dream come true, honestly. Thank you for goin’ above an’ beyond an’ lettin’ me spend more time at home with my family, last week...

Jess Fowler: Not at all, it’s the least I could do. You’re World Champion now, you’ve earned certain courtesies and privileges associated with that position. A position not everyone before you understood the responsibility or respected the importance of. Too many people make being Champion, especially World Champion, about their ego. But you recognize there’s more to it than that, you understand that everyone has their place and part to play in this business...

Abigail: Of course, I do. I know my brothers lived and died by whether they were Champion at any given time or not. They saw it as a God given right, especially Spike because he wanted little else from this business than ta be recognised as the very best in the sport, but that’s just not me. I see my bein’ World Champion as a blessin’ not a right, ‘cause I am not him.

Jess Fowler: No, you certainly are not. You carry yourself entirely differently, with a grace and humility that is frankly in short supply around here. You haven’t let being at the top of the mountain boost your ego or sense of entitlement, unlike certain other Champions I could mention...

{Abigail sighs, a slight shake of her head.}

Abigail: Yes, I heard what Virginia said last week...

Jess Fowler: Is that why you’re here, want me to schedule you some airtime for the right of reply, I could probably fit you in tonight between -

{Abigail shakes her head.}

Abigail: No, no, that’s okay. I’m not here for that. I just wanted ta stop by personally an’ say thanks again. I’ve done that. What Virginia or anyone else thinks about me an’ what I’ve been doin’ with my time ever since I won the right to call myself the best female professional wrestler in the world today is irrelevant. I won’t be judged as a Champion by somebody whose been here for a cup of coffee anymore than I’ll let the world judge me as a Kane. Virginia should continue to enjoy her time as the Imperial Diamond, use it wisely to build a case for why it’s only a matter of time before her and I cross paths...because until you put me across the ring from her, the fact of the matter is I don’t have ta waste my time on her opinion or anybody else’s. I refuse ta live up ta the expectations everyone has placed on my shoulders as the last full blooded member of the Kane family. A notion that probably has both my brothers spinnin’ in their respective graves, so why should I live up to Virginia’s?

{Abigail takes a deep breath, adjusting the title over her shoulder again, addressing Jess directly.}

Abigail: You tell me where ta be, I’ll be there. You tell me who ta fight, I’ll fight ‘em. You tell me when, I’ll mark my calendar. That’s all I really need ta do, ain’t it? Everythin’ else, the hot air, the sanctimonious judgment about my personal affairs by a jumped up little bitch who for all her talk of carryin’ the Division hasn’t come close ta even sniffin’ at my heels, it’s all bullshit that I don’t have time or patience for. Virginia should stay in her lane an’ keep her eyes on her road ahead, ‘cause if she takes her eyes off it, well that’s when it all comes crashin’ down, believe me life can swerve ya inta a dirt road real quick if ya ain’t careful, I know. She should worry about her own career and let me worry about mine.

{With that Abigail takes her leave as we cut to another IWFShop.com commercial for Abigail’s T-Shirt.}

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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Vivienne Rodgers vs Kai Sachiko

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{Vivienne Rodgers wins}

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SEGMENT
The Tag Team World Cup Announcement
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{ We come back from commercial break to a video package set to “Parasite Eve” as we are shown highlights from the last Tag Team World Cup. As the highlight reel comes to an end we are taken to the office of Eddie D. }

Eddie D: Almost three years ago we held the first IWF Tag Team World Cup. At the time we were hoping would lead to the tag team division being reborn. Sadly that wasn’t the case.

{ Eddie D. smirks slightly. }

Eddie D: However it has come to our attention that there are once again several groups forming within the IWF. From the Powers that Be to the Chosen Elite to Warren and Caleb.And that is why it is my privilege to announce the 2020 TAG TEAM WORLD CUP!

{ Eddie smiles widely. }

Eddie D: Starting after this broadcast we are encouraging the entire roster to sign up their teams for the Tag Team World Cup. Sign ups will be open for two weeks. After that, anyone on the roster who hasn’t signed up will be given a partner at random. This years Tag Team World Cup will be based on Wins and Losses. Once the first month of the World Cup wraps, teams will be broken down into brackets based on their win/loss record and we will move onto the elimination rounds.

{ Eddie cups his hands as he sits forward. }

Eddie D: Now here’s the catch. The winners of the Tag Team World Cup may be entitled to a Championship match of their choosing or… If this tournament does what we want it to and brings this division back to life… Maybe… IWF will have World Tag Team Titles for the first time in a very long time. That decision is up to all of you. Goodluck and may the odds be ever in your favor.

{ Eddie D sits back now as we head to another commercial. }

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SINGLES MATCH
Gregor Winter vs Billie Parris
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Allison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Edan, South Dakota Billie Parris!!!

{As “Everythig is awesome” starts to play Billie steps onto the ramp, flanked by his managers/siblings before walking down to the ring giving fans high fives and fist bumps before waiting in his corner for the match to start}

Allison Valance: His opponent from Chicken, Alaska ‘The Modern Day Viking’ 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 John Bonham’s thunder like drums as Immigrant Song begins to blast from the arena sound system. As the banshee like screams of Robert Plant begins ‘The Modern Day Viking’ is dressed for battle in a khaki colored “Modern Day Viking” t-shirt, desert camo cargo pants, and combat boots. The IWF World Television Championship is draped over his shoulder.}

Teri Morasco: This is the first time we’ve seen the TV Champ in action since beating Nighthawk in convincing fashion at Legacy. This however is not the Gregor Winter we are used to seeing.

Vasco Dias: No, this is a pissed off Viking. The attacks by The Disciples the past few weeks have taken him from the fun loving guy to one hell bent on destroying The sAINTS.

{Winter sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Blue Shoes calls for the bell and the big man charges across the ring and turns the Performance Center student inside out with a big time lariat. Greg yells for Blue Shoes to check to see if Parris is able to continue the match.}

Teri Morasco: It was that big lariat that Winter knocked Nighthawk unconscious with at Legacy.

Vasco Dias: I will be amazed if Billie get up after that.

{Blue Shoes signals that Parris is alright to continue and the smaller man slowly climbs to his feet. Winter drives him against the ropes with a big boot before whipping him hard into the corner.}

Teri Morasco: I was not expecting this level of viciousness from Winter.

Vasco Dias: Billie Parris had some unkind words for Gregor and he's paying the price.

{Winter cartwheels across the ring hitting the big splash known as The Alaskan Gold Rush. Parris is out on his feet, but for good measure 'The Modern Day Viking' hits the buckle bomb powerbomb combo known as The Viking Funeral for the quick one, two, three.}

Teri Morasco: A convincing win for the TV Champ.

Vasco Dias: You expected…

{Every light in the arena goes out except a single spotlight shining on Winter.}

Teri Morasco: Not this again.

{The face of Lucipher Crosse comes onto every screen in the arena.}

Lucipher Crosse: Hello Gregor, it's good to see that you're well. I would hate to think that some sort of tragedy had befallen you.

{Crosse laughs maniacally.}

Lucipher Crosse: I mean we have so many more ways that we can play. That's all you are to me Gregor, a toy that I will bend to my will. I will break you down and force you to bow before the Unholy Son. I have so many things planned for you, but my dear brother is kind hearted. He wishes to make one final plea for you to prostrate yourself before him and pledge your wretched soul to the Church of Crosse.

{A second spotlight comes on revealing Nick Knight sitting atop his blood red throne on the entrance ramp.}

Nick Knight: Gregor you are a smart man and you should be able to see that there is only one way that this ends; with you on your knees before me. Anything short of that and this torture will just continue. There is nothing I can do to stop it, unless you bow down before me.

{Gregor Winter takes a microphone from an unseen hand.}

Gregor Winter: Nicky you know I love you brother, but you have to know that this is all a bunch of bull…

Lucipher Crosse: First James 3:21 reads 'Then the agony shall come as fire from below.'

{Twin fireballs light up the dark and fly into the face of Gregor Winter. The lights come up to reveal the masked men known as The Disciples standing in the ring with Winter. The big man rolls around on the canvas as the pair lay the boots to him. On the entrance ramp Knight and stands and turns towards the locker rooms shaking his head as the beat down continues.}

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HANDI CAP MATCH
Nick Danger vs Scott Handsome and Grave Roberts
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{Nick spends most of his match fighting his hearts out, he's about to pin Scott Handsom when Almire jumps the barricade and cold clocks him in the back of the head with his cane. Scott and Grave pick Nick Danger up and put him through a table, "You should not have said no to us you son of a bitch" as medics come to get Nick.}

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SEGMENT
James Gilmore faces off with the Heir to the Throne
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Terri Morasco: I don’t like the look of this.

Vasco Dias: That’s what you always say…

{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.}

Terri Morasco: Ugh. I can’t believe Dean is showboating right now.

Vasco Dias: He’s the heir to the throne. He’s allowed to be proud of that, Morasco.

{Dean grabs the mic from Alison smiling as the crowd has a mixed reaction to his arrival.}

Dean Harper: Sooo… We all know what this is about. I get to fight Jimmy for the world title he got off dear old dad. The Big Boss man suggested that I make the stipulation for the match tonight. You know, as a treat.

{Dean winks at the camera.}

Dean Harper: Want to know a fun match? I’m feeling a little nostalgic for the Abyss to be honest. What do you think, Jimmy? Oh right, you don’t get a say.

{ Before Dean can say anything else, The Offspring’s “Nitro (Youth Energy)” begins to play! The crowd pops as IWF Men’s World Champion James Gilmore walks onto the stage, a measure of calm and collectiveness in his gait. He’s flanked on both sides by former Women’s World Champion Fiona McFly and “volunteer representative” -- and his wife -- Yulia Malakova. }

Terri Morasco: You can feel the energy! All these years of being laughed at and ridiculed by the likes of Dean Harper and others, James Gilmore is on top of the Imperial mountain.

Vasco Dias: Jimmy’s got a helluva challenge ahead of him! And what’s Fiona doin’ out here anyway!?!

Vasco Dias: If James Gilmore can beat Angel Blake in the Death Cage, I think he can beat Dean Harper in the Abyss! And as for Fiona, she’s got firsthand knowledge of the Abyss -- she’s got the right mind to give insight into one of the most demonic settings in wrestling!

{ A loud “JJ!” chant kicks up as the Islander alum gazes at his wife and his best friend, with the two women simply nodding their heads. }

James Gilmore: Did I miss somethin’ here, dudes and dudettes?! Did I hear Dean Harper say he wanted to face me for THIS title...on his home ground, in the Abyss?!

{ The fans boo. }

James Gilmore: Now...we all know that the ONLY reason why you stand there as Heir to the Throne and not Warren Kane...was ‘cuz you were glad-handed the thing to begin with by none other than good ol’ Bertie V. Every week, I watched as you took out non-contracted or non-active wrestlers, with the odds always in your favor, just so you can rub it in the face of Rob and Being Infamous! Well, here’s a newsflash, bubba -- it all stops right here, and it all stops right now.

{ The crowd cheers as JJ adjusts the Men’s World title on his right shoulder, Dean rolls his eyes. }

James Gilmore: So let’s get down and dirty Dean-o..you want me in the Abyss, for this here title?! Welp, dude...you can have me in the Abyss!

{ The fans pop to their feet as Fiona raises a brow, but James gives her a look of good faith. }

James Gilmore: HOWEVER...this is where the fun begins. ‘Cuz, and I thank my wife for helpin’ me out here, accordion’ to a provision in a standard IWF contract, when ya win the World title, ya get a one-shot Champion’s Clause. That basically means that a Champ gets to pick his own stip for a match, but while some choose not to apply it durin’ their reigns?! We all know..that you, Dean Harper, have somethin’ up your sleeve, that you can’t possibly win without somethin’ bein’ stacked in your favor. So here’s the plan...I’ve got a counter in my mind.

{ The crowd cheers once more as James ekes out a sly grin on his face. }

Dean Harper: You’re boring me, Gilmore. But fine. Add your stip to the match. I’ve beaten you before and I’ll beat you again.

{ The fans boo Dean as Gilmore clears his throat. }

James Gilmore: You will try, dude...but you WILL falter. I want you to think long and hard about those words, Dean. I want you to ponder what could be cookin’ in my l’il head. Next week...it all comes back to haunt you. Whatever the outcome might be, it won’t matter -- ‘cuz you will be made, you will be measured, you will be tested, and you will be left…

Fans: SHELL-SHOCKED!!!

{ The Offspring plays again as James never takes his eyes off of Dean for a second! Yulia and Fiona both nod as they head backstage, allowing the ex-Islander to take in the moment. }

Vasco Dias: What’s that idiot have cookin’ in his mind…!?!

Terri Morasco: We’re gonna have to wait and see! All I do know is that there WILL be a sense of “fair and balance” -- even in a ungodly setting like the Abyss!

{ The show closes with James and Dean continuing the staredown as the crowd goes wild, anticipating what’s to come for next week’s program! }

Sabin / Madjinn: I hereby request a notion that the TV championship records be retired, and thus, the Gladiators Championship starts anew! That way J-TV will never break my record! Jun 10, 2024 17:11:47 GMT

J-TV: It's gonna be a cold day in hell before you take this TV Title away from me. I bet I look damned good with two belts though. Jun 10, 2024 10:02:08 GMT