IWF Presents: Extreme Endurance, September 27th 2020

[Jess Fowler]

Extreme Endurance
September 27th 2020
Dunkin Donuts Stadium - Hartford, Connecticut

DEADLINES:
ROLEPLAYS (1 RP LIMIT): 6AM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT APPROVAL: 6PM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT AND MATCH SUBMISSION: 6PM EST TUESDAY
Anything past that time WILL NOT be added to the show


- Handlers who are not booked are strongly advised to submit segments for the show to continue their character development. Those who want to be booked can request a match on the basis that one of the competitors will write it to prevent the staff becoming over-extended.


SEGMENT
Preshow


PRESHOW MATCH
Warren Kane vs Billie Parris


PRESHOW MATCH
1k promo
Draco Wolfe vs Nick Knight


SEGMENT
Preshow


SINGLES MATCH
STREET FIGHT
Almir Sayed vs Nick Danger


IMPERIAL DIAMONDS MATCH
The No Trash Challenge
1. Write a strictly day in the life role play that incorporates your upcoming match without directly trash talking your opponent in a promo sense.
Virginia (c) vs Astrid Hall


WORLD TELEVISON CHAMPIONSHIP
1k RP limit
Gregor Winter(c) vs Locke


WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Music Shuffle
1. Write a promo based on a piece of music that the Staff will select for you. (I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers)
Crystal vs Abigail(c) 


MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Abyss Match
*No one allowed at ringside*
Dean Harper vs James Gilmore (c)

[Jess Fowler]

Extreme Endurance
September 28th 2020
Dunkin Donuts Stadium - Hartford, Connecticut


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SEGMENT
Preshow
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{ The camera pans through the crowd while Ready to Die by Adrew W.K. the official song of Extreme Endurance as the camera goes over the crowd a couple of different signs are caught, “But how does pregnancy work tho?” “Being Infamous means never saying your sorry” “Locke can be my cowboy!” “DANGER FTW!” "I skipped my boy’s wedding to be here" “Modern Day Viking!” “Abigail More than blood!” “Part of the Viking Army” "I miss Ulf” “Gilmore champion forever" “Kill Dean!” “Abigail is bae” “Virginia never did anything wrong” “Astrid’s gonna kill you”}

Summer Thompson: Hi guys, gals and nonbinary pals! Welcome to Legacy 2020! We’ve got a pretty packed show for you tonight! Robert is still gone.

Uriel Black: should we open up his spot on the preshow?

Rayne: You don’t have that kind of authority.

Summer Thompson: Let’s get started right off the bat. Warren and Billie Parris? Thoughts?

Rayne: Warren was jumped backstage last week so Billie might have a chance this week.

Uriel Black: Not much of a chance if we are honest.

Summer Thompson: Then there is the late card entry of Nick Knight versus Draco Wolfe? What are our thoughts about that?

Rayne: I’d be more interested in seeing what Fate can do. But Draco has a good head on his shoulders and does good work.

Uriel Black: Nick Knight is a beast in the ring and I think he’s prepared for this.

Summer Thompson: Do you think Lucipher Crosse is going to make another appearance?

Rayne: Not in this match.

Summer Thompson: Wonder what his deal is...

Uriel Black: Don’t say things like that. You don’t want to get kidnapped and then I have to go beat someone up…

Rayne: Charming.

Summer Thompson: Moving on… then we have the street fight of Almir Sayed and Nick Danger. I Know the chosen Elite are going to be involved but I don’t know how.

Rayne: Almir is a crafty bastard. I bet he wins this no problem.

Uriel Black: Nick Danger is naive but I think he might pull this off.

Summer Thompson: Next we have the Imperial Diamonds Match. Virginia vs Astrid. I have goosebumps, do you have goosebumps?

Rayne: This could be the match of the night. Virginia is a certified champion and a bad ass bitch to boot. I want to see her win this match but honestly even if she doesn’t it will be some good work. Astrid hits like a truck.

Uriel Black: That’s the rumor I heard.

Rayne: You’re disgusting.

Uriel Black: What?

Summer Thompson: Well, we have to go to the preshow matches. See you when we return...


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PRESHOW MATCH
Warren Kane vs Billie Parris
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!

Terri Morasco: I enjoy these two men fighting.

Vasco Dias: We've seen this before. It will be interesting if things are any different.

{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}

Alison Valance: On his way down to the ring first, standing at 5’11’’ weighing in at 216 pounds from Edan, South Dakota Billie Parris!

Vasco Dias: Billie hasn't had the success in the ring he clearly wants.

Terri Morasco: You're not wrong but he's been a solid and reliable worker.

{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: and finally on her way down to the ring, standing at 6’1’’, weighing in at 205 pounds from London, England and Warren Kane!

Terri Morasco: The crowd here is certainly cheering Warren something fierce.

Vasco Dias: They think he's cute.

{The Ref takes a step back and calls for the bell. The two man walk out of their corner and slowly circle each other. Warren goes to grapple Billie who decides to meet his grapple. The two struggle against each other for a long moment before Warren gets the upper hand and fisherman suplex’s Billie.}

Vasco Dias: Billie did not think he could win that, did he?

Terri Morasco: Anything is possible.

{Warren goes for a pele kick but Billie evades the hit by rolling out of the way.}

Vasco Dias: Billie’s using her head here. Keep away from Warren’s kicks.

{Billie whips around with a European Uppercut knocking Warren back. Billie backs off and hits Warren with a big boot.}

Terri Morasco: Billie gaining some momentum here.

Vasco Dias: But Warren is clearly still in this fight.

{Warren moves away from Billie but Billie gets him from behind with a rear naked slam. }

Vasco Dias: That wasn’t homoerotic at all.

Terri Morasco: Don’t.

{Billie hits Warren with a knee drop.}

Terri Morasco: Billie trying to ensure Warren stays down here.

{Billie goes for the cover.

1
2-KICK OUT}

Vasco Dias: that was likely closer than Warren wanted.

Terri Morasco: Billie is trying to wear Warren out.

{Billie gets Warren in an ankle lock, Warren manages to struggle his way to the bottom rope so Billie has to let go.}

Terri Morasco: Billie pulling out all the stops tonight.

Vasco Dias: Billie has the clear upper hand.

{Billie tries to hit Warren with a chokeslam but Warren manages to kick him in the ribs before Billie drops him. Warren rolls and get back to his feet. Warren hits Billie with a Enziguri.}

Vasco Dias: OH!

Terri Morasco: Ow. That had to hurt.

{Billie moves away from Warren and takes a running start hitting warren with a Spear! Warren takes the hit into the turnbuckle. Billie goes for a foot choke as the ref counts to five before Billie drops the foot, letting Warren take in deep breathes.}

Vasco Dias: Billie almost got disqualified with that move.

Terri Morasco: I am beginning to wonder if he cares.

{Billie pulls Warren out of the corner and hits him with a turnbuckle power bomb!
1!
2!
KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Just a two count.

Terri Morasco: But a long one.

{Just as Billie is going for another move Warren hits him with a Saving Grace then goes for the pin
1
KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Warren I don’t think has enjoyed Billie’s games.

Terri Morasco: Warren looks to be back in this match.

{Warren gets up and waits for Billie to close the distance before hitting him with a short arm clothes line followed by a snapmare.}

Terri Morasco: Warren seems a little upset…

{As soon as Billie stands. Warren hits him with a London Calling for a big pop from the crowd. He goes for the pin
1!
2!
KICK OUT!}

Vasco Dias: Boo!!!

{They both get to their feet and Billie looks for another big boot to buy himself a moment time but Warren moves and manages to get a tilt-a while back breaker and goes for the pin
1!
2!
KICK OUT!}

Vasco Dias: Warren is not letting up now.

{ Billie head butts Warren and goes for another pin attempt.
1
KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Warren has a second wind here.

Terri Morasco: Warren is looking unstoppable right now.

{Warren picks Billie up and hits him with a reverse ddt..}

Vasco Dias: Billie doesn’t look good.

{Billie is stunned for the moment but he kicks Warren hard in the knee before pulling himself back up.}

Vasco Dias: YES! Take back the match, Billie!

{Billie hits Warren with a bear hug before going for another pin.
1!
2!
KICK OUT! }

Vasco Dias: Oh come on!

{They both get to their feet. Billie hits Warren with a couple blows to the stomach but Warren knife edge chops him back. Warren hits him with a implant DDT. Just as Billie is getting back to his feet Warren hits him with a KIDD KICK
1!
2!
3!!!}

Alison Valance: Your winner Warren Kane!

Vasco Dias: What a match.

{Warren stands up and offers Billie a hand to help him up. Warren’s music plays and he is facing the camera smiling. Dawn comes into the ring and hugs her half brother. }


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PRESHOW MATCH
1k promo
Draco Wolfe vs Nick Knight
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{Nick Knight wins}


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SEGMENT
Preshow
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Summer Thompson: Well…. That was exciting.

Uriel Black: Well it certainly was something. Shall we move on?

Rayne: Please.

Summer Thompson: The Television World Championship match Lcoke vs Gergor Winter?

Rayne: I like Locke for this. He’s smart and i have no doubt he’s going to pull something out of his butt.

Uriel Black: I like the big guy. Gregor is a hard fighter and I think he deserves more credit for it.

Summer Thompson: Women’s world title match?

Rayne: Abigail.

Uriel Black: Abigail.

Summer Thompson: No fight about it?

Rayne: We don’t always fight.

Summer Thompson: Are you… are you sure you don’t?

Uriel Black: Let’s move on to the main event, shall we? Or as I like to call it, Dean Harper using the match his ‘mom’ created and certainly isn’t going to end poorly for him.

Rayne: Don’t call Rowan Dean’s mother.

Summer Thompson: Who do you think will win the match? Gilmore or Harper?

Rayne: I’m torn. On the one hand Dean’s a sadistic fuck. On the other I do want to see Gilmore taken off his high horse. I’ll probably call this Gilmore’s victory. He’s been working for this for a year. He’s gonna hold onto that belt with all he has.

Uriel Black: Dean is going to do something stupid.

Summer Thompson: Well, that’s all the time we have tonight, see you next month!


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SINGLES MATCH
STREET FIGHT
Almir Sayed vs Nick Danger
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Allison Valance: “ The following is a Street Fight! First up from San Fransisco, California, Almir Sayed!”

 {“Snake Charmer” by Annon Domini begins to play as Haseem steps out through the curtain to boos from the live audience.} 

Haseem: It is my honor, my privilege, my sacred duty to introduce to you the MONEY MAKER!!! ALMIR!!! SAYED!!!

{With that, Almir steps out through the curtain with arms thrown out and his head held back. The crowd boos him like crazy as he looks out with a smile. Together the two men head down the ramp and toward the ring. Haseem runs ahead to hold down the second rope for his companion. Almir enters the ring and drops to his knees in the center, arms out as Haseem demands the crowd respect him!}

Allison Valance: “ And next from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Nick Danger!”

{Never Giving Up by Of Mice & Men comes on and Nick Danger walks to the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling gear and leather jacket that says "Dangerzone" and make his way to the ring giving fans high fives and climb the steel step and gets on the top turnbuckle and looks at the crowd and tell them scream louder and does a front flip landing on his feet then take his leather jacket off threw towards the crowd then goes to corner and wait for the match to start.

Blue Shoes rings the bell!

Nick Danger acting like Nick Fury charges Almir, but Almir using his speed slips by and laughs at Nick. Nick angered by the laugh charges Almir aga8j but this time into a drop toe hold. Almir waves at Haseem and he slides a chair in. Almir smirks as he winds up and smacks it onto Nick’s back. Sounding like a car crash, he keeps walloping Nick with it. Almir plays to the crowd. Nick slowly starts rising. Haseem trying to get Almir’s attention but fails as Nick lands a super kick to the back of Almir’s head. Almir drops the chair but as Nick goes to grab it Haseem grabs it and pulls it out. Haseem wags his finger at Nick as he slowly gets angrier. 

Almir slowly getting up as Danger runs to the ropes and does a springboard forearm to Almir’s back knocking him outside of the ring. Haseem helps Almir up as out of nowhere Danger flies out of the ring with a tope con hilo hitting both gentlemen. Danger rises out of pure adrenaline as he keeps charging Almir, not letting him up. Out of the corner of camera shot, you see Haseem run back to the back. The action continues as Almir starts trying to escape Danger by running up the ramp. Using his agility Danger catches up to him and throws him into wall of the Tron.  Almir grabbing the tights of Danger trying to pull himself up as he lands a vicious low blow. Danger crumbles to the floor as Almir lays on his back resting. Almir kips up after regaining his stamina, he smiles with arrogance. Taunting the crowd as Haseem finally comes back this time waving more in. 

The Chosen Elite stride out from the back. Grave Roberts and Scott Handsome stars and grin at Danger, still groveling in pain from the low blow. Those two lift Danger up and proceed to hold him still as Almir slaps him repeatedly. The crowd boos as Almir whispers something to Haseem and he heads back through the curtains. Almir kicks, punches, and slaps the barely conscious Danger. Suddenly Haseem flies back through the curtain and into the Tron wall. Almir looks around at the sound of the thud and walks back through the curtain. A hand reaches out and grasps the neck of Almir. The arm attached pushes back Almir and lifts him up only to slam him down with a rough choke slam. Grave and Scott look on and drop Danger. They run over to look at their allies laying hurt. The rest of the body follows through the curtains as Draco reveals himself. He glares at the two. They look at each other and charge Draco. They knock him to one knee with a flurry of strikes and kicks. 

Danger gets up and witnesses the beating the two are giving Draco. He runs over and clubs Scott on the back. Roberts keeps beating on Draco as Danger and Handsome strike each other with punches galore. Draco, with only one person clobbering him, stands up and hits Roberts with a quick leg kick proceeded by a knee to the gut. Draco throws Roberts to the back room and follows him. Danger gets pushed off by Handsome. Which ends up with Danger hitting a super kick knocking Handsome down the ramp. 

Almir is seen sneaking up towards Danger and hits him with The Money Maker. Almir pins Danger.}

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

Allison Valance: “ Your winner, Almir Sayed!”

{Almir taunts as Handsome runs back up and starts kicking Danger. Soon after the kicking begins, Draco is seen running back out. Almir and Handsome run away through the crowd as Draco checks on Danger.}


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SEGMENT
Fiona McFly: The Last Dance?
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{ With no music or hyperbolic fanfare, we see Fiona McFly marching herself down to the ring with a microphone in hand. Tonight, she's in full civilian Western attire -- blue jeans, black women's polo shirt, and faux-snakeskin leather boots. }

Terri Morasco: Look at this!

Vasco Dias: What's that idiot doin' out here...!?!

Terri Morasco: She's got a live microphone -- and she's gonna use it!

{ With a stern expression on her face, almost like a pissed-off coach, the Northern Irishwoman simply climbs the steps and hops in. }

Vasco Dias: Oh, I don't like the look in her eyes...

Terri Morasco: That's not Fiona McFly, the wrestler. That's Fiona McFly, the human being...

{ Fiona gazes around the crowd inside the outdoor stadium, looking towards the setting sun as she begins speaking. }

Fiona McFly: Nearly two years ago, in December 2018, I left the IWF in order to take care of some personal matters, seek help for depression as well as have surgery on my neck...and quite frankly, I wasn't sure if I was going to come back. And the reason why I wasn't sure on whether or not to come back was 'cos from day one...I -- along with so many others -- wound up being caught in the BULLSHIT of the politics behind that curtain!

{ The crowd delivers a warm response of cheers as Fiona paces around the ring like a caged tigress. }

Fiona McFly: The fact of the matter...is that I'm 38 years old, drive six hours a day from my house to the new wrestling academy in Grapevine and back, coach a lot of wonderful, fresh-faced new talents -- whilst running on three hours of sleep on top of other appearances I make -- so I'm not in the mood for ANY of this fucking shit!

{ She paused, her eyes a bright red from all of the traveling she has done in recent days. }

Fiona McFly: But let me tell you why I came back. I came back for the superstars -- the men, the women, and nonbinary -- who, in and week out, step inside this very ring and bust their fucking asses for the Imperial Wrestling Federation! I came back for the JJs, the Warrens, the Cals, the Viviennes, the Astrids, the Dawns, the Gabrielas, Mandis, and so many others! I came back...

{ With each name mentioned, the crowd begins to pop wildly... }

Fiona McFly: ...for the you, you, you, you, the whole fucking lot of you...

{ ...and as Fiona points to random fans with each "you," the noise gets even louder... }

Fiona McFly: ...'cos frankly, every single one of you gave a flying fuck about this company! Well, let me tell you who DOESN'T give a flying fuck about this company...

{ Fiona paused, her facial expression turning into a major-league sneer. }

Fiona McFly: ...that little cowardly cunt known as Jessica Reed!

{ The very mention of IWF's former fan favourite draws a cascade of boos as Fiona points to the marking on her head, the spot where she got hit by that lead pipe in Arlington several months prior. }

Fiona McFly: For five-and-a-half years Jess, I looked up to you as a model to follow. It made me smile to see a little girl walk up to me and say with a sense of honesty that you were their favourite Diamond in this division, that you stood for something far bigger than the fucking cliques and factions that dominate the IWF landscape. It made me smile to realise that the first thing I learned when I passed through those doors was "know your friends and your enemies." Did any of those lessons mean anything to you?!

{ She paused, her voice becoming more terse. }

Fiona McFly: All of those beatings you took, all of those failures you suffered...for the sake of standing up for what was right and just...?! All of those times you stood up in defence of myself, Pandora, Astrid, or others...?! Did they mean any-FUCKING-thing to you!?!

{ Fiona stops in a corner and looks toward the backstage area, hoping to get a direct answer -- but she had no such luck. }

Fiona McFly: When I was World Champion, I said that everybody and anybody was going to get a fair shake with me, that I was going to defend that belt against anybody regardless of perceived skill level or experience. If you wanted a World title shot against me, you'd have one...challenged me to a match up front, or TWO...in the case of Abigail, earned yourself a match. Either way, I'd have welcomed the challenge with open arms!

{ The crowd murmurs, pondering the match that might have taken place. }

Fiona McFly: But nooooooo...you couldn't be half-assed to make the Powers That Be one of a handful of stables that had four World Champions, male or female, as I did with Being Infamous, by wresting the belt away from me like a true Champion! Instead...you kicked me when I was in defeat....and when you did that, you spit on me. You spit on these fans, and you spit on every single person who's ever looked up to you as a beacon!

{ The crowd continues booing Reed for her previous actions in the last two months. }

Fiona McFly: So now you want to hurt me, huh?! If it makes you feel any better, if it makes you feel good on the inside, then don't fuck around with it -- GO ON RIGHT AHEAD!! I'm an easy target -- mainly 'cos I love to talk. I sometimes talk a little too much, but guess what?! I also listen too much, and last week...I listened to the most nauseating diatribe I have ever, EVER heard in my fucking career.

{ Fiona's sneer doesn't change for a second as she took a moment to take a sip from a small bottle of Gatorade she had brought along with her. }

Fiona McFly: I can be harsh -- sometimes a little too harsh -- but I don't want, nor do I intend to, hurt people's feelings. That being said, now you want to get on a microphone and throw a little fucking pity-party about how I supposedly "left you to rot" or some other bullshit?! Let me ask you something...where the FUCK were you when Jack died?! Was your precious entitled life too busy to have enough decency to send a message on Twitter if you couldn't make it on-camera?! You think you're extra special just 'cos you've made one -- that's ONE -- pay-per-view appearance within the past year-and-a-half, five appearances in total since January 2018!?!

{ Fiona licked her lips and shook her head... }

Fiona McFly: And all this time, you thought that you will still a trailblazer, an inspiration for other people to look up to!?! Go fuck yourself, Jessica.

{ ...and the crowd cheers at Fiona's classic line. }

Fiona McFly: 'Cos let's be blunt -- you ought to be very grateful that the ONLY reason why I haven't driven up to your doorstep in a fucking World War II tank with its cannons pointed straight at you is 'cos your own sister Hannah works in the Legal Department. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised since you'll simply scurry off to her, like some spoiled little rich know-it-all, and ask to be protected from the ass-kicking you are GOING to receive!

{ Fiona points to the steel-toed tip of her boot, reminding the audience of what she's about to dish out in the coming weeks. }

Fiona McFly: Now you want to talk to me about wearing masks...?! Considering how you truly believed that you were a better woman than Rowan, I say that's highly thoughtful of you. From where I'm standing now...the only mask I see anyone wearing is the look on your face when you realise that you fucked around with the wrong woman!

{ With the din of the noise at full registry, Fiona rolls up her shirt sleeves and points to the tattoos on her shoulders -- the phoenix on the right hand side and the "Mama Bear" on the left. }

Fiona McFly: Just like the Empire, just like the Pack, just like the Best Friends Club or other cliques that came before it...the Powers That Be is nothing more than a fucking hollow echo-chamber that repeats the same talking points, that repeats the same tropes, year in and year out. All these groups want to claim that they want to be a "utopia" for wrestling itself, only to set it back into the Stone Age by hogging the spotlight for themselves and destroying those who don't agree with the current agenda. If that's the way you want to go, Jessica...after spending all these years standing up to the bullies...then so be it. But know this...!

{ Fiona's vocal registry changes, this time into a demonic-like tone. }

Fiona McFly: You're not gonna be able to run anymore. You're not gonna be able to hide with your bodyguards. You're not gonna enjoy the fact that Roberto will just prop you up on a pedestal and all that other bullshit. 'Cos when I get my hands on you -- and that's a big WHEN -- you're gonna realise just how much of a bitch Karma can be when I make you scream like a little girl in a grocery store who can't get a FUCKING pack of M&Ms!

{ The crowd erupts, with Fiona sipping from her drink. She takes a deep breath, relieved of having gotten the "angry" part of her system. }

Fiona McFly: Heiress to the Throne is coming up, and as Gabi once reminded me...what the fuck's the point of doing this over and over again when you realise you've come so close, yet so far?! I don't know how long I've got left to live on this Earth, I don't know how long I've got left to step inside this very arena, but I do know one thing...no IWF talent -- male, female, or nonbinary -- becomes a Champion on their own.

{ Fiona paused, closing her eyes as her tone changes for a third time. It's a more reflective tone, for she knew that this life might not last. }

Fiona McFly: Every day a woman's heart beats its final beat, her lungs take their last breath...and if what that woman did in her life pulses through the veins of others?! It makes them bleed deeper inside, giving them that larger than life essence that the storytellers or songwriters can one day immortalise. 'Cos it's the memories you've shared on the platform, and the loyalty you've shown through the good times and the bad...YOU made Fiona McFly into a Champion.

{ One can tell that Fiona's almost to the point of breaking her character and losing her sense of composure. The fans start a loud "Mama Bear" chant as she gazes upon a sigh featuring her likeness standing next to James Gilmore, each holding replicas of the Women's and Men's World titles respectively. The Northern Irishwoman clears her throat, regaining her faculties. }

Fiona McFly: I don't care what Jessica Reed -- or that other fat cunt Fowler -- have to say about me...'cos I'm not changing a fucking thing. What you see is what you're gonna get! Come hell or high water, I'll take it to my grave when I say...that the ONE dance I'll be looking forward to after Heiress to the Throne is becoming -- ONCE AGAIN!!! -- the Women's World Champion.

{ "Love Bites (So Do I)" begins playing as Fiona tosses the microphone off to the side. She gives a slight wink to the crowd before making the slow walk backstage. }

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IMPERIAL DIAMONDS MATCH
The No Trash Challenge
1. Write a strictly day in the life role play that incorporates your upcoming match without directly trash talking your opponent in a promo sense.
Virginia (c) vs Astrid Hall
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The lights dim as the arena begins to pulse with a driving drumbeat that the audience quickly joins in with, sending reverberating pulses through the building. After a few moments, the drums are joined by the driving strings line of Fall Out Boy's Phoenix as a spotlight shines down on Astrid Hall, standing amidst the crowd as she looks down at the ring with an eager smile.

"PUT ON YOUR WAR PAINT!"

On cue, she smears the red paint across her face and descends to the ring, bouncing with excitement with every step. She leaps up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, raising one fist in the air and pumping it along with the beat of the song. After removing her coat and tossing it to ringside, she vaults over the turnbuckle into the ring, where she cracks her knuckles and settles in for the coming match.

Terri Morasco: Here we go! The battle for the Imperial Diamonds Championship is about to start.

Vasco Dias: Astrid Hall is so sickening. To good to enter the ring like a normal person

The lights in the arena start to flicker as the intro to “Bitch Better Have My Money” hits the speakers. Smoke pours out onto the stage as Virginia Stepanov steps out. She walks to the head of the ramp, looking around for a moment before she shoots a high front kick into the air to show off and then makes a finger gun with three punctuated ‘shots’ towards the crowd at the appropriate time in the song.

She struts down the ramp, mouth moving to sing along to her entrance as her head bobs along with the song. When she gets to the ring she jumps onto the apron, hanging onto the rope and leaning out towards the crowd, throwing a finger gun with another three shots before she steps through the ropes. She slips her coat off and hangs it in the corner.

She unstraps the Imperial Diamond Championship belt from her waist as she climbs the turnbuckle. she grabs it by the strap and holds it up into her hair as she shouts out at the crowd before jumping off to hand the belt over to the official.

Allison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Imperial Diamond Championship!

The official holds the belt up in the air as the crowd lets out a cheer. He pulls it down, showing it first to Astrid and then Virginia.

Allison Valance: First, the challenger. She is from Trondheim, Norway. Astrid Hall!

Astrid runs to the turnbuckle, jumping up and pumping her fist in the air as the crowd loses their absolute minds with cheers. She hops back down, rolling her shoulders in preparation.

Allison Valance: And her opponent. From New York City, she is the Imperial Diamonds Champion! Virginia Stepanov!

Virginia leans through the ropes, sticking her tongue out as she throws up a finger gun towards the crowd. Her own reaction from the crowd is much more mixed with a bit heavier on the boos. The two women meet in the center of the ring as the official looks between them before he signals for the bell.

At the sound of the bell both of them move in on each other. Virginia tries to open up with a crescent kick that Astrid simply takes to her side as she moves in, knocking the champ to the ground with a short arm lariat. Virginia rolls quickly to her feet, firring off several hard kicks to Astrid’s legs, trying to keep the bigger woman back.

Terri Morasco: The match is underway with both women exploding into action. This is already setting up to be a slug fest!

Vasco Dias: Kick her head off Virginia!

Virginia continues her assault to keep Astrid away from her and to try and ground the taller woman. Astrid gets the rhythm of the kicks though and snaps out a boot to Virgina’s midsection to bend her over. Astrid moves in, heaving Virginia into the air in a stalling Vertical Suplex. She drops her down onto the mat and goes for the cover but Virginia throws her shoulder off the mat at the two count.

Terri Morasco: Virginia is putting up a fight but so far this match has been all Astrid.

Vasco Dias: Astrid is so annoying.

Astrid pulls Virginia up from the mat, but the champ answers that with a forearm smash across her face. She follows up with several more strikes, hitting forearms and elbows trying to drive the bigger woman back towards the ropes.

Vasco Dias: It’s not a good plan to get into a striking match with Virginia Stepanov. She may be the best striker in the IWF right now.

Terri Morasco: This may be the Champions biggest challenge she has faced. Astrid Hall easily neutralizes a lot of her strengths.

Virginia pushes Astrid into the ropes, still raining in blows, and following up with a crescent kick for good measure. She backs across the ring and moves in for a running knee strike. But Astrid pushes off the ropes to catch the champ in a pop up powerbomb for her troubles. Virginia clutches at her back before rolling to her feet. Astrid stays on her though, grabbing her and throwing her back to the mat with a twisting belly-to-belly suplex. She moves in for the cover but Virginia kicks out at 2.

Vasco Diaz: Come on Virginia! Kick the smug look off her face!

Terri Morasco: Well she’s gonna have trouble with that since Astrid has the majority of offense this fight.

Astrid pulls Virginia up to her feet, gaining wrist control as she does. She goes to set up her rip cord european upper cut, but when she spins Virginia out the champ ducks under the strike. She continues her turn sending a KMA to Astrid’s chin. She smacks her ass before turning and hitting a rising knee strike.

Vasco Diaz: I love it when she does that!

Terri Morasco: I’m sure you do.

Astrid remains on her feet, but unsteady. Virginia curses loudly before hitting a spinning Heel kick to Astrid’s jaw. The taller woman stumbles backwards, but still remains on her feet. Virginia turns, wrapping her arm around Astrid’s neck before flipping her over with a snapdragon. She follows up with bouncing off the ropes and knocks Astrid to the mat with a shining wizard. She rolls Astrid onto her back for the cover, but Astrid throws her arm up at the one count.

Vasco Diaz: Virginia is in control now Terri.

Terri Morasco: It will take more than that to put Astrid Hall down.

It seems that Virginia is aware of that fact as she gets out of the pin to mount Astrid and starts raining blows down on the bigger woman. The official warns off Virginia about the closed fists, but the champ appears to be a bit in the zone. She continues to rain blows down on Astrid as Astrid lifts her arms to defend against the blows, and doesn’t stop until the ref gets to a 3 count.

Terri Morasco: Virginia courting a disqualification there.

Vasco Diaz: She’s a warrior. She’s used to MMA rules and got in the zone Terri. A perfectly understandable reaction.

Virginia gets off of Astrid, pacing back as Astrid slowly gets to her feet. She waits until the shieldmaiden is on her feet before hitting her with a drop kick. But Astrid is only staggered from the blow. She uses the momentum from the blow to bounce off the ropes and move in for a lariat but Virginia catches her with a superkick. Astrid staggers back before running in to hit Virginia with a Shield bash. Virginia is knocked to the ground as Astrid runs through, rebounding off the ropes again. Virginia staggers back to her feet before Virginia grabs her up in a Winter’s Grip. She goes to throw her opponent to the ground but Virginia kicks her legs up as she falls, keeping hold of Astrid in a Triangle choke.

Terri Morasco: A stunning array of offense from both competitors!

Vasco Diaz: Virginia comes out on top though! Tap Astrid! Give it up!

Astrid stumbles to the mat as Virginia keeps the hold locked in tight, her long legs wrapped around Astrid’s neck. Astrid tries to push Virginia’s shoulders to the mat, but the champ always makes sure at least one shoulder is off the mat as the ref drops down to check for a pin.

Terri Morasco: Astrid seems to be fading. She’s going to need to come up with a way to break out of this hold.

Vasco Diaz: Just tap already!

Astrid struggles in the hold as the official checks in on her. Virginia lets out a yell as she leans back on the hold, tightening her legs around the bigger woman. Astrid shakes her head to the official before she starts getting her legs up underneath her. She yells out as she suddenly stands up to her feet, lifting Virginia off the mat. Virginia’s eyes widen in surprise at the show of strength, shouting out as Astrid slams her into the mat with a powerbomb to break the hold.

Terri Morasco: Just incredible strength from Astrid Hall!

Astrid rolls away as Virginia crawls towards the ropes, holding her lower back as she winces in pain. The two women slowly make their way to their feet, staring across the ring at each other. The crowd is losing their mind over the fight, cheering and booing. Virginia pushes herself off the ropes, moving in to attack Astrid some more. But the challenger rushes forward with a massive burst of speed, slamming Virginia back to the mat with a spear.

Vasco Diaz: The whole ring shook with that impact!

Terri Morasco: Astrid’s endurance is always a sight to behold.

Astrid moves to go for the cover, but in an act of desperation Virginia latches onto Astrid’s back, trying to lock in a rear Naked choke. The two struggle on the mat, neither able to get an advantage of the other which forces a break. Virginia scrambles away from Astrid, pulling herself to her feet. She is slow to rise though, favoring her back from the punishment that had been received so far. Astrid rolls to her knees, screaming at the crowd, building herself up with their cheers.

Terri Morasco: Virginia managed to get some breathing room, but Astrid is only getting more pumped up!

Vasco Diaz: Don’t count her out yet!

Virginia rushes at Astrid, leaping into the air, looking to hit the Final Ride. But Astrid turns around at the last moment, catching Virginia in mid air and throwing her across the ring with a Samoan Drop.

Vasco Diaz: No!

Terri Morasco: Astrid Hall countered the Final Ride!

Astrid rolls back to her feet, shouting in amped up fury as Virginia rolls on the mat, clutching her back. The taller woman moves over towards her opponent, lifting her from the mat. Virginia weakly tries to fight back, only to catch a shoulder block. Astrid pulls her in close, looping an arm over the back of her neck. She looks around as the crowd leaps to their feet, cheering loudly. Then she lifts Virginia up into the air before dropping her down on her head.

Terri Morasco: Mjolnir! Astrid hit the Mjolnir!

Vasco Diaz: No!

Astrid rolls over, hooking a leg as the official slides in to make the count. The crowd chants with each slap of the hand and when he hits 3 they leap to their feet as Phoenix blares from the speakers.

Terri Morasco: Astrid has done it! Astrid is the Imperial Diamond Champion!

Vasco Diaz: I don’t believe it!

Astrid kneels on the ground in disbelief as the official collects the belt from the timekeeper. Virginia lays on the mat, struggling to get up to her feet. The official slowly makes his way over before Virginia pushes herself to her feet. She snatches the belt from the official, who starts to berate her. Virginia stares at the belt for a long moment, looking confused.

Terri Morasco: What? Not like this

Vasco Diaz: Virginia was robbed! She’s the champ!

Virginia takes an unsteady step forward before falling to her knees in front of Astrid. She lays a hand on Astrid’s shoulder, who looks fit to explode about what’s going on. Virginia falls forward, resting a head on her opponent's shoulder before she weakly lifts the belt, presenting it to her. Muttering something near her ear.

Vasco Diaz: What?

Terri Morasco: An… honestly surprising show of sportsmanship. I think?

Astrid nods her head, taking the belt as Virginia slumps back to the mat. Astrid stares down at the belt in her hands, emotions flashing past on her face. But then she rises to her feet, letting out a loud war cry as she lifts the belt up into the air above her head.

Terri Morasco: Astrid Hall has claimed the gold tonight! The crowd are loving it!

Vasco Diaz: Great, she’s going to be even more irritating.

Astrid makes the rounds around the ring, climbing the turnbuckle with the belt held above her head as the stadium is rocked with cheers and chants of ‘You Deserve It’ Astrid climbs out of the ring, slinging the belt over the shoulder. She moves out, climbing back into the crowd as they cheer and shower adoration on her as she lifts the belt high in the air, surrounded by her fans.

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WORLD TELEVISON CHAMPIONSHIP
1k RP limit
Gregor Winter(c) vs Locke
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Alison Valance:The follow contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Television Championship. Introducing first standing six feet one inch tall and weighting in at two hundred twenty five pounds, hailing from Parts Unknown he is ‘The Gunslinger’ Locke!!!



Lord knows the devil don't sleep,

He never shuts his eyes,

You never hear him creepin'... heh...



{The gentle melody of the song begins to play through the PA; fog is filling the stage at the same time that the lights dim down. The lighting hues change to a pale green as Locke emerges from behind the curtains sporting his traditional sly smirk, his head slightly lowered so as to hide his eyes under the brim of his hat his thumbs tucked into his belt. }



He's at your door, don't let him in,

He'll lie, he'll steal, he'll kill, he'll win



{ Locke walks down the ramp tipping his hat to the fans as he walks past them before shifting to his left and walking to and up the steel steps by the ring. He walks along the apron gliding his fingertips across the top rope while looking out at the crowd and stopping near the middle. He lifts his head to let his eyes peer into the camera in that direction, and out to the crowd, his smirk turning to a devilish grin joined by a slight chuckle before finally leaning down to step between the top and middle ropes, using his hand to keep his hat on. Upon getting into the ring he strides across, pounding his arm to his chest before stretching them out with his fingers extended out in a finger gun and throwing his head back. He holds the pose for a moment before dropping his arms and removing his hat and coat to hand them to the ring crew. He looks down at his shoes and kicks them on top of each other to get the dust off before ensuring his necklace is fastened tightly. He waits for the match to begin. }



Teri Morasco: This is the first time we’ve seen Locke since he rode off into the sunset after he was eliminated from Heir to the Thrones, but what a big time way to return. A shot at the Television Championship.



Vasco Dias: Really? A cowboy pun right off the bat? Anyway this is a major chance for the ‘Trickster’ to get back on the winning path and take home some gold for the first time here in IWF.



Alison Valance: His opponent stands six feet six inches tall and weights in at three hundred pounds, hailing from Chicken, Alaska he is The World Television Champion ‘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 Winter’s first title defense and things just seem to be off with him.



Vasco Dias: You saw what he had to say leading up to the match. Lucipher Crosse has got in his head and he is a beaten down man. I will honestly be surprised if he walks away with his belt tonight, because Locke is fired up.



{Winter slowly walks towards the ring, eyes constantly darting back and forth as if he’s looking to be attacked. Finally he reaches ringside and climbs inside of the squared circle using the steel steps. Blue Shoe’s takes the belt from him and shows in to Locke before handing it to the attendant on the outside. ‘The Gunslinger’ shoots across the ring before the bell even rings and lands a low drop kick knocking the the bigger man down to one knee, before quickly following up with a step up Enzuigiri. Spit flies from the mouth of ‘The Modern Day Viking,’ but somehow he manages to stay upright. Undeterred ‘The Trickster’ begins to lay in a series of stiff European uppercuts until Winter has no choice, but to take a powder.}



Teri Morasco: Locke with an absolute blitzkrieg of offense in the early going. He is throwing everything, but the kitchen sink at the big man. I don’t know how long anyone can stand taking this much punishment.



Vasco Dias: Gregor Winter seemed to be in a daze when he came to the ring and it doesn’t seem to have let up. He better hurry up and improvise or adapt or he’s gonna get overcome.



{Gregor walks around outside trying to shake loose the cobwebs. Locke not giving him a chance to catch his breath follows him to the floor and begins laying into the massive chest of Winter with a series of stiff chops that leave welts. ‘The Modern Day Viking’ keeps backing away trying to get enough space, but Locke just keeps coming.}



Teri Morasco: I do not believe what I’m seeing. I didn’t think anyone on the IWF roster could physically dominate Gregor Winter the way that Locke is right now.

Vasco Dias: Locke said he was pissed off and it’s showing, but Winter is definitely not on the top of his game right now. He needs to get his head in the match or he’s going back to Chicken empty handed.



{The shots from ‘The Trickster’ drive Winter back until he is pressed against the guards rail. Suddenly as if someone had finally lit his fuse the big man fires back with a chop of his own that seems to echo through every inch of the ballpark. The fans chant “Woo!” enthusiastically as champion and challenger exchange knife edges as if their lives depend on it.



Back inside of the ring the official warns the two to get back inside of the ring before beginning a ten count.



One…



Chop!



Two…



Chop!



Three…



Chop!}



Teri Morasco: They need to get back into the ring. It would be a tragedy if this match ends in a double countout.



Vasco Dias: Winter might be smart to take the count out. Locke has dominated him in this match.



{Four…



Chop!



Five…



Chop!



Six…



As if hearing the count for the first time Gregor grabs ‘The Outlaw’ by the back of the neck and throws him back into the ring, before quickly following. Both men quickly get back to a vertical base and go back to exchange chops until the chest of the challenger is purple from the onslaught. Locke is the first to up the ante by mixing upper cuts in with his chops and once again having Gregor back on his heels. This time instead of trying to run the Marine Corps veteran takes the fight to ‘The Gunslinger’ with a massive headbutt that has the man from Parts Unknown reeling. Winter then follows it up with a lariat that turns the smaller man inside out.}



Teri Morasco: That’s the lariat that knocked out Nighthawk winning Gregor Winter the belt!!!



Vasco Dias: That is one of the most physically explosive moves in all of professional wrestling. They might as well just ring the bell and give him back his belt.



{Winter goes for the lateral press…



One…



Two…



Thre…



No! Locke drapes his leg over the bottom rope. Frustrated Gregor climbs to his feet and begins to argue with the official giving time for ‘The Trickster’ to roll to the floor and recover.}



Teri Morasco: It is easy to forget that Gregor Winter has only been in the wrestling business for a little over three years, but it showed right there.



Vasco Dias: That is a ham and egger mistake that a champion cannot make, especially if he wants to stay champion for long.



{Realizing the he was not going to get anywhere pleading his case Winter turns his attention back to his opponent, only to find his opponent missing. He looks over the ropes to the floor where Locke would have rolled out of the ring, but the floor is empty. Just then Locke climbs into the ring and tries to sneak in behind the big Viking, but Gregor has the move well scouted and Locke is met by a big boot to the mush. Stumbling from the force of the size fifteen Locke quickly finds his head between Winter’s knees before being lifted high for the buckle bomb and powerbomb combination known as The Viking Funeral.}

Teri Moraso: It is all over now.



{Gregor makes the cover being sure to hook the leg.



One…



Two…



Three!!!}



Alison Valance: Your winner and still…



Vasco Dias: Look in the corner! That wasn’t Locke! ‘The Trickster’ did it again!



{Confused as to why his hand is getting raised Winter begins to say something to the referee, but it gets cut off when the real Locke plants him skull first into the canvas with The Gunslinger DDT.



One…



Two…



Thre…



Kickout!!!}



Teri Morasco: Gregor Winter, just barely able to get his shoulder up off of the mat.



Vasco Dias: I’m amazed he had enough left in the tank after the beating that he’s taken in this match.



Teri Morasco: That’s why it’s called the heart of a champion.



Vasco Dias: Could be any more cheesy.



{‘The Outlaw’ climbs to his feet and pulls Winter back to a vertical base by a handful of ginger beard. ‘The Modern Day Viking’ screams from the agony of having his whiskers tugged on until out of necessity he breaks the cowboys grip with a rake to the eyes. Winter follows up by whipping Locke into the corner and following his in with a big clothesline. A second whip sends him across the ring and this time all three hundred pounds of Gregor Winter cartwheels across the squared circle to hit The Alaskan Goldrush. Locke staggers from the corner and right into a boot to the midsection. ‘The Modern Day Viking’ shoves ‘The Outlaws’ head between his knees before hoisting him up for The Viking Funeral.



Winter makes the cover…



One…



Two…



Three!!!



The lights go out and when they come up the ring is filled with masked individuals beating down on Gregor Winter. The pair known as The Disciples are leading the charge of the new converts to Lucipher Crosse’s cult. When the Viking seems to be sufficiently beaten down The Voice walks out onto the entrance ramp.}



Lucipher Crosse: I congratulate you on your win Gregor. I have a feeling that you are really going to wish that you had just given up and allowed Locke to pin you and then run back to Chicken with your tail between your legs. You think the past two weeks have been agony for you Gregor just wait because it is just going to get worse. My church is growing Gregor and everywhere you go you will be forced to wonder if every person you cross paths with is not one of my children.



First James 3:23 reads 'Then the agony shall come from all around.'



{The go out again and when they come back up a battered and bloody Gregor Winter lays unconscious on the mat. The Television Championship belt draped over his chest.}

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WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Music Shuffle
1. Write a promo based on a piece of music that the Staff will select for you. (I Wanna Get Better by Bleachers)
Crystal vs Abigail(c) 
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{Abigail wins}

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MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Abyss Match
*No one allowed at ringside*
Dean Harper vs James Gilmore (c)

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The lights in the Arena dim, causing the audience to grow to a roar as spotlights fall on the center ring. Alison Valance stands for a moment, letting the audience cheer before motioning for them to settle down.}

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen... it's time for tonight's MAIN EVENT! The following contest is for the the IWF MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

{The audience roars its approval.}

Alison Valance: Introducing first - The Challenger. From Souix Falls, South Dakota and weighing in at 185 pounds - THE 2020 HEIR TO THE THRONE: DEAN HARPER!

{Lights go to black, leaving the arena in dark silence for a few moments before the dark, rhythmic pulses of the beginning of Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War drums by A Perfect Circle begins to surge through the arena.}

Don't fret precious, I'm here

Step away from the window, go back to sleep

Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils

See, they don't give a fuck about ...you 

like I do...

{Lights flash randomly through the arena, and soon flashes of some of the most savage moments of Dean's career flash in flickering effect on the 'tron. Finally, a single white spotlight shines down in the center of the stage, where Dean is crouching as he shifts side to side along with the music, hoodie and leather jacket open to show a bare chest underneath.}

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP!

{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.}

COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP TO THE RHYTHM OF THE WAR DRUMS!

{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: And his opponent... defending the title from Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds... HE IS THE IWF MEN'S WORLD CHAMPION: JAAAAAAME GILMOOOOOORE!!!

“Get your popcorn ready, dudes and dudettes!  Time for some good ol’-fashioned entertainment!!” 

{Suddenly, jets of water burst from all sides as the opening strains to the Offspring classic “Nitro (Youth Energy)” begins to play.   As a spotlight shines, we see the image of James Gilmore as he rides onto the stage in a custom-built patriotic-themed Harley-Davidson, complete with "TRUMP 2020" decals and "#MAGA" on his rear license plate.  As he revs the motorcycle’s powerful motor, more jets of water shoot up from all sides as we get a closer look at his wrestling attire.}

“Our generation sees the world 

not the same as before 

We might as well just throw it all 

And live like there's no tomorrow 

There's no tomorrow 

”We are the ones 

Who are living under the gun every day 

You might be gone before you know 

So live like there's no tomorrow" 

{Tonight, the Islander alum wears attire that looks very reminiscent of what men wore during the era of the Old West--complete with a white long-brimmed hat and even a cigar!  The crowd absolutely eats it all up as James tips his hat before revving his engine and driving down the ramp. }

“Ain't gonna waste this life 

There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me 

There's no tomorrow - ain't gonna waste this life 

There's no tomorrow - you ain't gonna live it for me 

Believe it 

The official view of the world has changed 

In a whole new way 

Live fast cause if you don't take it 

You'll never make it” 

{Gilmore stops just a few feet short of the ring and takes off the bandana that serves as his facemask and tossing his hat into the crowd.}

“So if you understand me 

And if you feel the same 

Then you will know what Nitro means 

You'll live like there's no tomorrow - Ain't gonna waste this life 

There's no tomorrow - You ain't gonna live it for me 

There's no tomorrow...” 

{James continues to pose for the fans, taking in the moments around him with wonder as he awaits for the bell to sound.}

Alison Valance: Ladies and Gentlemen, in accordance with the rules of this match, both men were given permission to name a stipulation of their choice. The Champion, James Gilmore, has determined that once the bell rings, only the competitors and IWF personnel will be permitted at ringside!

{The crowd cheers, but Alison settles them down.}

Alison Valance: However, the challenger Dean Harper also named his own stipulation - that tonight's Main Event, for the first time in Men's single competition history, shall take place... IN THE ABYSS.

Kill or be killed...

{The lights once again dim down, replaced by deep crimson lights flooding the arena... only instead of aiming down at the ring, they instead focus upwards to the savage structure above it as the opening riffs of New Year's Day's Kill or Be Killed begins to ripple through the arena. Above the ring hangs a brutal steel cage, its metal blackened and rusted, its corners decorated with twisted spikes that curl upwards to ward off any who would approach from the outside. As Alison Valance leaves the ring, the contraption begins to descend...}

Your... Imagination gets so twisted when you
Think you've seen my worst, but
I.... Have an instinct that can never be reversed...
My vengeance is a curse!

{Dean and Gilmrore watch as ten thousand pounds of tempered, reinforced metal descend around them. There are no doors. There are no exits. There is no escape. Dean's eyes focus with relish and anticipation upon Gilmore as the cell reaches the ground, sending a shuddering, resonating BOOM through the arena.}

I want to watch you bleed... you're the crime, but I'm the scene! 

Back against the wall, so 

It's Kill or Be Killed 

No other choice then blood's gonna spill!

{Gilmore turns towards him and the two stare one another down... as the edge of the apron bursts into a pillar of flames! The fire roars hot for several long seconds before settling down to a half-foot tall enclosure of fire.}

Sick. Sick.
All of us are sick.
Sick. Sick.
All of us are sick...

{The crowd screams its approval as the lights in the arena return to normal... and the bell rings.}

{As soon as the bell rings both men explode out of their corners and charge at each others, fist flying like mad. Rights and lefts, just laying into each other. The crowd are on their feet as Dean and James show that there is no love lost between them. Off the bat Dean seems to be gaining the advantage before James gives Dean a swift kick right in the privates, and planting Dean into the mat with a Scoop Slam. James immediately rolls backwards to his feet and claps his hands lunging forwards with a Spear onto Dean!}

Terri Morasco: Wow, James is taking it to Dean here.

Vasco Dias: He’s the world champion, Terri! A man in his position isn’t intimidated by Dean’s sort of madman antics.
    
{James turns towards the Cell wall now and climbs over the ropes, avoiding the lames before jumping to the ground below. He reaches under the skirt of the ring, rummaging for something – anything he can use to his advantage. He emerges with a baseball bat, which he gives a quick test swing before he turns and climbs back into the ring, but Dean is back on his feet. Dean hits the opposite ropes and rebounds towards James, Gilmore swings with the bat but Dean ducks underneath and hits the other ropes as James turns around Dean slams his knees right into the Champion’s face with the OATHBREAKER! The crowd pops load for it, but James wisely rolls to the apron and pulls himself to his feet. He does, however, drop the bat. Dean spots it and stops for a second, before he raises it into the air to yet another pop from the crowd.}

Vasco Dias: I think we’re in for some Good Times!

Terri Morasco: Gilmore just delivered Dean one of his favorite weapons! We’veseen too many times what he can do with a baseball bat!

Vasco Dias: He missed out on a hell of a career in the MLB, that’s for sure.

Terri Morasco: I don’t think so – they don’t like it when you start beating the Pitcher to death.

{Dean turns to face James who is starting to recover by the ropes, pulling himself up while avoiding the fire. Seeing Dean moving towards him, Gilmore flips over the ropes and lands on his feet on the outside. Dean follows to the outside at the other side of the apron and charges towards James, but this time James ducks underneath Dean’s swing, and Dean connects with the turnbuckle post with enough force that the bat splinters on impact. Now James rounds on Dean as he leaps up onto the apron, and as Dean turns he dives off the apron with a missile dropkick! The crowd are truly eating all of this up as James sits there with a crumpled up Dean between his legs, and an eager smile on his face. James pushes Dean away before climbing to his feet, he then grabs Dean by his hair and slowly pulls him to his feet before grabbing him by his shoulders and sends him crashing head first into the Cell wall!}

Terri Morasco: James is putting up a fight and NOT holding back, that’s for sure.

Vasco Dias: The Abyss match has always been able to bring out the desperation in any heart, Terri. James is no different.

{James laughs out loud as Dean crumbles to the floor. James then turns his attention to the steel steps, he begins to unfasten them and set them up in between the ring and the Cell wall, and slowly drags Dean on top of them. He gives Dean a few punches, slamming his face into the steel steps, before rolling into the ring. But Dean simply laughs, even as a trickle of blood runs down his brow. Gilmore looks down at Dean, before climbing onto the turnbuckle. Gilmore looks down at Harper one more time before he leaps off the turnbuckle with the diving headbutt! -but Dean moves!!!! Dean rolls off the stairs and James comes crashing into them face-first!}

Vasco Dias: RIGHT to the face! That’s gotta hurt!

Terri Morasco: We can only hope his beard absorbed some of the impact…

{Blood is covering the face of Dean now as he walks back towards the splintered remains bat and picks it up, roaring as he does so, before heading back towards James and bringing it down hard! Then again! And again! And again! The crowd are enjoying the battle, as James shouts out each time. Slowly, but surely James has been rolling away from Dean with each shot. Now as Dean approached him, he quickly shifted his weight and brought Dean down swift kick to the knee! With Dean staggered, Gilmore pulls himself to his feet and throws himself into a SHELLSHOCKER! The rana drives Dean face first into the ring post!}

Terri Morasco: Oh that’s clever there from the champion.

Vasco Dias: Got to give it to him there, I didn’t think he had the gas in him for something like that!

Terri Morasco: But those shots from the bat have really opened up his chest and back. Nothing like broken, shattered wood to leave a gouge in your back. What, does Dean think he’s a vampire or something?

Vasco Dias: He’s certainly sucked the life out of this title!

Terri Morasco: Cheap shot.

Vasco Dias: Contractual obligation.

{James gets to her feet, grinning at Dean who is still leaning against the steel steps. He looks at the nearest camera, gives it a thumbs-up and a wink, and then backs up… only to surge forward fast, vaulting into a POWER WAVE! But just before it hits the Challenger, Dean snaps out of the way with blinding speed, and intercepts the attack with a DANCE THE SPIRAL! James slams against the ground with terrible force, while Dean lands on all fours and quickly rises back to his feet. Now on the offensive, Dean grabs James by the hair and drags him up, pinning her against the side of the cage before viciously dragging his face across the wire, using it like a cheese grater.}

Vasco Dias: A brutal recovery from Harper!

{Dean drags Gilmore across the full length of one of the cage walls, leaving James’s face latticed with lacerations by the end of his horrific journey. Dean drops him to the floor, leaving his propped against the corner of the cage as Dean takes a few steps back. James starts working his way back to his feet before Dean snaps around and cracks James’s face with a bicycle knee! The back of Gilmore’s head slaps hard into the corner post of the cage… but he doesn’t pass out! Dean laughs again as he grabs James by the throat, lifting him up while still pressing him viciously against the steel rings of the cage. James smiles before spitting a mouth full of blood right into Dean’s eyes!}

Terri Morasco: Wow!

Vasco Dias: That’s the never say die attitude of the champion.

{Dean roars with fury at James’s act of defiance, throwing him against the apron. James’s back hits the flames, and he quickly rolls into the ring as if on instinct. Dean stalks around the edge, glaring with hate at James Gilmore before leaping onto the apron and vaulting into the ring. With a shout of defiance and desperation, Gilmore throws himself at Dean and the two of them lock up in the center of the arena, throwing a whirlwind of punches and kicks at one another! Gilmore sends Dean staggering back with a headbutt before launching himself into the WIPEOUT!!! Dean’s on the ground and Gilmore locks in the hold!}

Terri Morasco: This is it! The Wipeout! James Gilmore’s finishing hold! It’s all over!

Vasco Dias: I don’t know, Terri – Dean Harper doesn’t submit. He just gets off on the pain. A match like this… it gives Dean all the advantages. Does James have what it takes to make Dean suffer enough to break through his masochism? I don’t know if he does…

{Indeed, Dean does seem to have a plan. Even as the hold strains his upper body, his legs manage to get free enough to give him leverage. Slowly but surely he kicks out and pushes the two men closer to the edge of the ring, closer to the ropes… and to the fire. After a few moments Gilmore lets out a cry of pain as the flames begin to lick up his back. Dean laughs as he pushes Gilmore further into the fire… until the Champion is forced to release the hold to get himself safe from the flames! James rolls through to the outside, rolling again on the ground to extinguish any flames that caught on his gear while Dean retreats to the other side, once again sliding through the upper ropes to catch his breath. Not wanting to lose too much momentum, though, Dean rummages under the arena… and his eyes light up at what he finds.}

Terri Morasco: … For the love of god, no…


{Dean has retrieved a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire – the unmistakable signature weapon of the woman who designed Abyss Match. Dean stares at it for a few long moments, his hand seeming to almost tremble as his mouth hangs slightly open. His eyes are wide as dinner plates and for a moment it seems like he is uncertain what to do next. He closes his mouth and blinks, swallowing hard as the crowd erupts in a chant:}

Crowd: YOU BE-TRAYED HER! *clap clap clapclapclap!* YOU BE-TRAYED HER! *clap clap clapclapclap!*

{His face contorting into a mask of bloodthirsty rage at the sound of the chant, Dean races around the ring with renewed, savage vigor just as James rises to her feet. Seeing Dean coming at him with the cruel weapon and crueler intent, Gilmore desperately tries to get away, get something between the two of them… but Dean catches him with the kendo stick on the back of the calf, viciously raking the weapon along the leg beneath the jeans, the barbed wire easily slicing his exposed skin. James collapses to the ground with a shout of pain as Dean stalks over him, positioning himself between James and the edge of the ring walls of the cell he could have used to help pull himself up without getting burned. Dean steps on James’s hand, crushing it under his boot, before bringing the kendo stick down hard against the small of James’s back. James screams again as the barbed wire leaves painful ragged cuts into his exposed flesh. The blows continue as Dean capitalizes on James’s prone position, aiming the cruel weapon at the soft tissue of the abdomen where the ribs won’t protect him.}

Terri Morasco: Harper fighting like a man possessed!

Vasco Dias: I mean… is he again? I can never keep track.

{Dean laughs as she finally tosses the bloody kendo stick aside, leaning down over the insensate James Gilmore. Blood is still pouring from his face as Dean savagely kicks Gilmore in the side, lifting him up and throwing him onto the apron. Gilmore is still together enough to crawl away from the flames, but not without another shout of pain and alarm. He tries to crawl away to get some distance, but Harper is after him like a Terminator. Before he can rise to his feet, Dean is on top of him, bringing the kendo stick down on the back of his neck with enough force to break the weapon in half! Dean unravels the barbed wire from the ruined weapon, heedless of the cuts on his hands, and uses them to harshly bind Gilmore’s wrists together… and then points to the top rope corner.}

Terri Morasco: Oh my god! Dean, no, don’t do it!! Quit, James, Quit!

Vasco Dias: Dean has completely taken control of this match! It looks like when you’re looking to have a weapon on your side, it’s better to have Suffer than Surfer!

{Dean slowly moves towards the corner to go high… but suddenly swerves, jumping onto the ropes nearby to springboard into a FATAL FRAME!}

Vasco Dias: Damn him. Tricking Gilmore into thinking he had more time…

{Gilmore coughs up blood as Dean pulls himself up, pressing down on the barbed-wire-bound hands with his boot and pressing them into the small of James’ back.}

Dean Harper: Scream for me, Jimmy. SCREAM for me. BEG for it to stop. Nobody’s coming to help you. You did ban help from ringside, remember?

{Gilmore gives out a primal, agonized scream as Dean throws all his weight onto his hands. Frantically he looks around for options, but sees only fire and steel surrounding him. He is too far from the ropes, his hands are bound, and he is covered in shallow but painful lacerations and burns. He has nowhere to go. He screws his eyes shut before nodding.}

James Gilmore: FINE! FINE, YES! I GIVE UP!

{DING DING DING!}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner – and NEW IWF MEN’S WORLD CHAMPION: DEEEAAAAAN HAAAAAARPEEERR!!!!

{Medical personnel and IWF security staff rush the ring as the cell begins to rise into the air. Dean staggers to the ropes as the fires extinguish, breathing heavily as Alison Valance brings him the title. He grips it in his hand and stares at it for a few long moments before breaking into a wide smile and licking the leather strap. He lifts it into the air as pyrotechnics explode around him, the dolorous tune of Counting Bodies Like Sheep rippling through the arena. A faint sound of the howl of a lonely wolf can be barely heard over the chaos as the show ends.}