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Gregor Winter challenges Nick Knight
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{Will be added upon completion}
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The newly united Abraxes and Locke target the Fateful Danger (Nick & Draco)
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{The camera comes on to show Nick Danger standing at the line in catering. Abraxes and Locke rush and grab Nick Danger slamming him through a table, spilling food everywhere. Abraxes clacks his teeth over Nick's body as Locke wipes the spilled food off his shoulder onto the body.}
Locke: Just so we're clear....
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Kneel
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{ The crowd is anxious for the start of the next match, and are not seemingly disappointed when row by row, the lights throughout the arena all go out; however, they are surprised when âUndeadâ by Hollywood Undead begins to play over the speakers, and their eyes are all fixed upon the curtains as the legendary Tara Fenix emerges from behind the curtains -- she has her day of the dead facepaint done, and is wearing her traditional street attire, while wasting no time to march down to the ring. Clasped in one of her hands is an IWF microphone. While walking down the ramp, several fans in the front row begin bowing down to her, which she acknowledges with a brief nod but continues down until she is at the steel steps; she walks up the steps, and enters the ring, quickly signaling for the music to cut and raising a hand to silence the crowd. }
Tara Fenix: Have you all missed me?
{ Part of the crowd does cheer, while the rest remains clueless as she was a bit before their time. }
Terri Morasco: This is the ex-wife of Angel, the former IWF World Champion and an IWF Hall of Famer, for those of you who are sitting at home and do not recognize her.
Vasco Dias: Letâs not forget that she does also credit herself as being the first champion of the IWF. The Ruby Championship. The first belt ever awarded in the IWF, and she was the one to take it.
Tara Fenix: Day after day has passed, and social media does not fail to disappoint. Why? Why now? Why have I decided to return to the squared circle after so many years away⊠when I seemingly have found⊠peace? When I seemingly was able to just⊠walk away? When the world seemed to⊠forgetâŠ
{ Her expression turned to one of dismay toward the crowd, whom the majority did not know who she was. }
Tara Fenix: ⊠who the fuck I am. Iâve been selling out arenas long before the IWF opened their doors; I sold out arenas before nCw even opened their doors! I was the name of names, the Queen of Queens, the QUEEN of KINGS! People WORSHIPPED the fucking ground that stepped on. People WORSHIPPED⊠ME.
{ She scowled the fans that still did not know her, and muttered confusion amongst themselves. }
Tara Fenix: Do you think it was a mistake that Angel and I were married? Greatness. Recognized. Greatness. And I dare say, that between Angel and I: there has NEVER been a better duo to ever step foot into the ring⊠but while I sat at home and cared for our child, he, too⊠forgot who the fuck I am.
{ She almost growled that statement. }
Tara Fenix: And I have to hear all of these women talk about how much theyâve done. How much theyâve accomplished! While always spitting on the past! ALWAYS! DISGRACING! The people who made it possible for them to even stand where they are! ⊠So why -- am I here? Why⊠did I come out of retirement? To make everybody⊠remember my fucking name. And you all better take notes. Because there will be no mercy! There will be no shelter! If you stand against me, you will forever remember me. I will come for the Womenâs World Championship. And then I expect⊠you all⊠to KNEEL. And AngelâŠ
{ Tara leans toward the ropes closest to the camera. }
Tara Fenix: BabyâŠ
{ She licks her lips. }
Tara Fenix: Youâre going to be the first.
{ She finishes her statement with a wink to the camera, and drops the microphone. âUndeadâ by Hollywood Undead comes back over the speakers, as Tara rolls out of the ring and makes her way back up the ramp and out of the arena. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Evan Albrecht vs Ulf Hednir
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{The opening guitar introduction to "Raise Your Horns" by Amon Amarth begins to play through the speakers in the arena, and the crowd erupts into a cheer; "Victory!" as the opening of the vocals comes to the speakers, Ulf Hednir comes from behind the curtains with his drinking horn held high into the air leading the crowd to cheer further for him. He walks to the side of the stage and gestures for the crowd to get louder--he is not disappointed, and salutes the crowd by raising the drinking horn to the crowd following it with a gulp; he salutes them one more time before walking toward the ring with a smile on his face. He walks close by the ramp to use his free hand to shake hands with many of the fans. When reaching the bottom of the ramp, he walks around to the time keeper's table and places the drinking horn in a holder fastened to his belt, in order for him to remove his wolf headdress and place it with the time keeper. He retrieves his drinking horn from his belt again and holds it to the sky, yelling "SkÄl!" to the crowd, who chant it with him before downing the remainder of the beverage residing in the drinking horn. He places the drinking horn down on his wolf headdress, and slides under the bottom rope to get into the ring. He is quick to his feet, waiting for the match to begin.}
Terri Morasco: Ulf Hednir in his second match of 2020, as we near the end of this horrible⊠horrible year!
Vasco Dias: Yep! Ulf came back, that made 2020 the worst by itself!
{The guitars of "Devil Trigger" start to echo through the arena as Ewan stomps out and raises a hand to the cowd before just outright Howling to the spotlight as he charges the Ring sliding smoothly under the bottom rope before climing a corner rope to start taking off his jacket with a feral grin.}
Vasco Dias: Evan âThunderchildâ Albrecht has been impressive as of late, and heâs looking to knock down a big one⊠as much as I hate to say it, Ulf has come back with some fire, while the Thunderchild looks to keep his own fire alive.
Terri Morasco: The size difference is impeccable! But he did lay out his plan for how he may just walk out with this victory. And we will see if his plan plays out!
{The bell sounds, and both Ulf and Evan walk toward the middle of the ring; Evan catches Ulf with a quick jab, followed immediately by a knife edge chop! He closes the distance between himself and Ulf. Ulf aims for a shot of his own, but Evan ducks underneath it and connects with more knife edge chops and battles Ulf until he is back against the ropes! Ulf is continuing to try and get his own offense in, but the jabbing is too quick from Evan Albrecht to allow him to get in any offense and he switches to a defense trying to just absorb as much damage as he can. Evan connects with a European Uppercut that seems to daze the bigger man, and then quickly grabs his arm to send him across the ring with an Irish whip!}
Terri Morasco: Evan Albrecht keeping that offense, and keeping himself close to Ulf to keep him from being able to get a clean strike.
Vasco Dias: That Irish whip may have not been a good call, if we can recall what he did against Scott Handsome a couple weeks ago.
{Ulf sprints into the ropes to rebound, and gain momentum, as he charges back! He leaps into the air toward Evan Albrecht, aiming for The Thor Punch! ⊠Evan Albrecht dodges out of the way!}
Terri Morasco: He went for a quick finish again!
Vasco Dias: Lightning is not going to strike twice!
{Ulf lands back to his feet, off balance; Evan Albrecht drops down with a chop block to the back of Ulfâs knee that sends him down to a single knee. Evan quickly gets back up to his feet, and with Ulf still on one knee, he rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a big boot that sends him down the rest of the way! Evan goes for a quick cover: One! ⊠Two! Ulf kicks out of it!}
Terri Morasco: Evan almost secures the victory, but Ulf is saying that itâs still too early!
Vasco Dias: You canât let up now, keep that offense in! Punish him!
{Ulf begins to get up, and Evan kneels beside him beginning to hit him with elbows -- he aims for the jaw, but misses a few times but still manages to connect with shoulder shots. Ulf covers his head as much as he can to prevent further damage. Evan stands back up, and rebounds off the ropes again this time connecting with a front kick into Ulfâs chest! Ulf is now flat on his back in the ring, and Evan begins to stomp as much as he can.}
Vasco Dias: See, this is not MMA! And even if it were, Evan Albrecht looks to be having the edge on Ulf!
Terri Morasco: I canât disagree with you there. Ulf does look to be in serious trouble unless he can start getting some offense in.
{Evan bounces back off the rope, and Ulf sits up; Evan goes for a second kick to Ulfâs chest! He connects! Ulf is able to stay in a seated position this time, but covers his chest; Evan bounces off the ropes a third time to come forward and go for a third kick, but this time Ulf catches his foot this time and begins trying to trip him up! Evan is hopping as Ulf pulls him forward into a drop toe hold, and rolls forward to go for a single leg crab -- Evan is scrambling to get to the ropes, and manages to get to them before Ulf is able to get it locked in. He uses the ropes to pull himself out onto the apron, and Ulf is finally to his feet inside of the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Ulf is finally up, and looks like he may finally get some offense in! Had he gotten that hold in, thereâs no saying if the match could have ended from that.
Vasco Dias: He looked like he wanted to rip his leg right off, not only lock it in.
{Evan stands up on the apron, and Ulf gestures for him to get back into the ring. Evan nods his head and asks for some space, which Ulf obliges for; Evan is back into the ring and the two begin to circle the ring again -- Ulf goes to grapple with Evan, but Evan ducks underneath and begins firing away with more knife edge chops similar to how the match began! Chop, after chop, after chop, after chop, and Ulf is forced back into the corner. Evan throws another chop toward Ulf, but Ulf now ducks underneath it and uses Evanâs own momentum against him; Evan turns to face Ulf, as Ulf throws a back elbow that staggers him into the corner! Ulf traps him with his own body weight and begins alternating back elbows to Evan Albrecht continuously.}
Vasco Dias: Oh, come on! Stop that!
Terri Morasco: I donât even know if Evan Albrecht is conscious anymore.
{The referee does insist that Ulf Hednir stop, as they are against the ropes. He nods and takes a couple steps back -- Evan Albrecht somehow does not collapse, but Ulf gets his arms around him and lifts him for a Bjorn (Bear) Hug!}
Terri Morasco: Heâs going to squeeze the life right out of him!
Vasco Dias: Evan Albrecht is in some serious trouble now, but heâs not giving up.
{Evan grimaces in pain, clenching his fists -- the referee is asking him if he would like to throw in the towel, but Evan shakes his head while gritting his teeth. He reaches his arms out and claps them around Ulfâs head! The move seems to force Ulf to weaken Ulfâs hold on him, and he continues the attack until he is able to breathe easily. Evan Albrecht is still recovering when Ulf almost rips his arm off with an Irish whip that sends him into the corner! Ulf goes to follow in to begin with Fury of the Gods, but Evan lifts a leg to connect with a boot to Ulfâs jaw! Ulf staggers and gives up his back to Evan Albrecht mistakenly; Evan stalks his way forward and goes for Thieving Talons of the Magpie --}
Vasco Dias: What? Whatâs this?
Terri Morasco: Oh, no he didnât!
Vasco Dias: Heâs trying to put Ulf into one of his own holds! The Jormungandr Lock is what he calls it, better known as a Cobra Clutch!
{--Evan gets the Jormungandr Lock in on his opponent!}
Evan Albrecht: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP OUT!
{Evan is screaming for Ulf to tap out, but Ulf shakes his head as he brings his one free arm up to try and free himself; Evan Albrecht has it wisely locked in, and seems to be nowhere for Ulf to go.}
Evan Albrecht: TAP OUT! TAP, ULF! TAP!
{The referee is checking on Ulf to ensure that he is still conscious, whether he may have to call the match or not, but Ulf is shaking his head and still doing everything he can to fight Evan Albrecht off of him.}
Evan Albrecht: GIVE. UP.
{Evan demands again, but this time Ulf is able to toss him over his hip -- Evan tries to hold on with the hold, but loses his grip as gravity takes over and he lands on his back! Ulf coughs and clears his throat to try to get the oxygen flowing. This gives Evan Albrecht ample time to get back to his feet, and he tries to connect with a quick punch. Ulf catches his arm and hooks it under his! Evan tries to retaliate by punching with his free hand, but Ulf catches that one as well! Evan tugs and tosses himself to try and get free, but Ulf shakes his head at him and brings his head crashing in for a headbutt! A second headbutt! A third headbutt! Four! Five! Six! Ulf wraps his arm around the waist of Evan Albrecht and lifts him up and powers him down with a belly to belly suplex!}
Vasco Dias: Just stay down, Evan. Stay down.
Terri Morasco: Ulf is going for the cover.
{One! ⊠Two! ⊠Evan Albrecht is able to kick out!}
Terri Morasco: These two are battling back and forth, and Evan Albrecht is showing that heâs still got fight left in him!
Vasco Dias: Itâs a wonder heâs not busted open after those vicious headbutts just now!
{Ulf seems surprised but shrugs his shoulders. He gets up and lifts Evan with him, and signals for the end as he gets him back to back: he reaches his arms back to attempt to hook his arms, but Evan comes to, just quick enough! He gets Ulf into a hammerlock, and then lands Lunaâs Armour! He hooks the leg: One! ⊠Two! ⊠Ulf kicks out!}
Vasco Dias: That came out of nowhere!
Terri Morasco: Iâm surprised that Ulf was able to kick out of that one, but he did manage to do just that!
{Evan Albrecht looks a bit frustrated and sits over Ulf beginning to pummel away! He is throwing just random rights and lefts connecting anywhere he can on Ulf, beginning to grow frustrated that Ulf is not staying down -- the referee grabs one of Evanâs arms.}
Referee: Thatâs enough! Thatâs enough!
{Evan pulls his arm from the referee and continues pummeling again! The referee grabs his arm a second time, this time dragging him from Ulf.}
Referee: I will disqualify you if you do not listen to my instructions! Closed fists! I donât want to see that!
{Evan is arguing with the referee a bit, but the referee seems to be talking him down; meanwhile, Ulf is getting back to his face, appearing frustrated in his own right from the continuous punching from Evan Albrecht. The referee sees Ulf up, and asks if heâs ready to continue -- both men nod their head to the referee to say they are ready. The referee moves aside, and Ulf snaps forward going for The Thor Punch!}
Terri Morasco: Watch out!
Vasco Dias: Oh no! SWING--
{Evan Albrecht ducks out of the way!}
Vasco Dias: AND A MISS!
Terri Morasco: Evan Albrecht dodging a second bullet in this match!
{Evan pushes Ulf into the corner and begins with the Spirit of the Fray! He is alternating between forearms and knife edge chops while Ulf Hednir is stuck in the corner; following the assault, Ulf staggers out of the corner, and Evan catches him to go for the Kiss of Helios -- Ulf is able to take him over with a hip toss before he can lift him up, and Evan rolls through to try to regain his footing quickly.}
Terri Morasco: The Thunderchild is looking to bring an end to it, but Ulf Hednir is able to avoid it!
Vasco Dias: And he gave up solid footing!
{Ulf, still on his feet, watches Evan stand up -- he takes a couple steps forward, and Evan Albrecht turns around and is caught with The Thor Punch!}
Vasco Dias: And there it is!
Terri Morasco: Third timeâs the charm! And Ulf looks to make the cover!
{Ulf falls over Evan, and hooks the leg: One! ⊠Two! ⊠Three!}
Terri Morasco: Ulf gets the victory!
{âRaise Your Hornsâ plays over the audio system, and Ulf gets his arm raised by the referee while he stands up celebrating his victory. The crowd is going crazy over the spectacle they just witnessed; Ulf does salute his opponent before leaving the ring.}
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Destruction Calls
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The camera turns on to a table flying across the hall. Chairs follow. Screaming is heard as security runs around the corner and into the room. One member flies out and against the wall. Cautiously, the camera walks toward the room. More screaming is heard as itâs shown Draco beating down the security. More security shows up this time with weapons. Kendo sticks, steel chairs, lead pipes, and others. They corner Draco, each weapon taking a swipe at him. He just death stares through his messy hair. He gets in a stance and prepares for hits as his room to dodge slowly minimizes.
Security 1: â Draco, you have no where to go. Just calm down and donât do anything drastic.â
Security 2: â Like he said.â
The security keep closing in. The half circle closing in. Draco covers his head and charges toward the middle of the guards. He breaks through but takes a couple of licks from kendo sticks. A grunt is heard from him as he runs out of the room. He knocks the camera down. Static ensues.
TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES
After a couple of minutes, the picture finally comes back as the garage is shown. Security laying about. The camera finally catches Draco. Heâs near the production truck. One security guard charges him and Draco lifts him into a military press and throws him into the production truck. The weapon squad shows back up. One larger than the rest with a sledgehammer. The guy with sledge goes to swing at Draco. Draco jumps back as the side swipe lands into a car. Draco smirks as he runs and spears the larger man. He pops up and grabs the sledge. The other security backs away. Draco swings the sledge into the car again smashing the hood.
A standoff ensues as Draco smashes the truck and other cars. Finally, police show up. Tasers in hand. Draco stares at them and letâs go of the sledge. The tasers fire off but miss their target. Draco backs away as he walks towards the back of the truck-
TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Stephen Terrella and Chris Diamond vs The Union of Jobbers
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{The show returns after a promotional video for next week's program aired with the Union of Jobbers already standing in the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Next week looks like it's going to be another loaded show, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: That's how you ring in a new year, Terri! My hangover might even be gone by then. Monday is going to be a win-win for me!
Terri Morasco: Speaking of wins, what do the Union of Jobbers have to do to pick up a win here tonight?
Vasco Dias: Break two or three actual criminal laws, Terri. I'm talking things we can't air on television. They'd do fifteen-to-life.
{The lights in the arena begin to strobe red as the opening chords of Nero Frote begin to play. The stage erupts in pyro as the song really kicks into gear and Chris Diamond comes strutting out with a barbed wire wrapped baseball over his shoulder. Chris smirks at the fans before heading down to the ring in lock step with the song. Chris rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up while swinging his bat. Chris lines up his shot and swings holding his hand over his eyes like heâs watching a head fly before casually leaning back onto a set of turnbuckles.}
Alison Valance: Their opponents... first, standing six feet and four inches tall... and weighing in at two hundred forty-six pounds... he is the Maniac Chris Diamond!
Terri Morasco: I'd argue one thing the Union of Jobbers do have working for them is they're a cohesive unit. They undoubtedly have each other's backs. Diamond and Terrella only have had one match together.
Vasco Dias: They won their last time out together, didn't they?
Terri Morasco: They had a lot of help, Vasco.
{The camera takes a long shot of the entryway as and the arena darkens and purple laser lights are cast upon the entry way. "Forfeit" begins to blare before Terrella makes his entrance alongside Portia thirteen seconds into the song. They take a few steps before stopping to stand side-by-side on the stage, Terrella on the left and Portia on the right. She places her left hand on his right shoulder and runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen as he lowers his glasses down the bridge of his nose before turning for a kiss. Terrella re-positions his sunglasses and begins a slow walk toward the ring arm-in-arm with Portia. Fifty seconds into the song they reach the bottom of the stairs where they release arms. Terrella removes his sunglasses as the song picks up in intensity, surveying the arena for a few seconds with an intense stare and menacing scowl before handing his glasses to Portia and charging up the stairs and into the ring.}
Alison Valance: And his tag team partner... standing six feet and two inches tall... and weighing in at two hundred ninety-eight pounds... from Cold Springs, Nevada... the King of Clubs... Stephen Terrella!
Terri Morasco: I'm probably going to regret this, but I'm going to turn this over to you, Vasco- because these are clearly two guys you like. What motivates a team like Diamond and Terrella? Do they continue to find a groove here as a team?
Vasco Dias: Are you kidding!? The answer is obvious- yes. These guys like hurting people, and two guys with that type of mentality are going to rain down a lot of pain. They've got talent, power, brains... they remind me of another great team in the IWF here that a lot of people might've originally slept on, but they proved themselves because cream always rises to the top.
Terri Morasco: Which World Cup team are you referring to?
Vasco Dias: World Cup team? No, I was talking about us, Terri. Well, mostly me. I carry this booth... but we are a team. I mean sometimes I need to stop to get a drink of water or something. If you weren't here to chime in with a comment here and there we'd have dead air. Plus when people listen to you talk, it probably makes them appreciate my brilliance that much more. So I probably couldn't do this without you, Terri... unless Portia or Samira wanted to come up and do play-by-play. Then I'd be on my hands and knees begging Verona to replace you.
Terri Morasco: There are times... I just... I don't know what to say to you.
{Action starts fast as the Union of Jobbers attempt to overcome their disadvantages by striking first. Thunder Sid and Gibberg team up to double clothesline Chris Diamond at almost the precise moment the bell rings. Both men jump on Terrella; with Gibberg hopping on his back and twisting at his head in a modified headlock of sorts, and Thunder Sid burying punches in his gut. The Maniac rises and yanks Gibberg off of Terrella, then blasts Gibberg with a big boot before hurling him across the ring with a double choke toss. Gibberg grabs at his spine in pain. Seething, Terrella grabs Sid by the throat with both hands and starts choking him. The official warns Terrella to release Sid, which he does after nearly exhausting the referee's leniency. Terrella steps out. Sid retreats to his corner. Diamond lays into Gibberg with a few hard right hands, followed by a double underhook powerbomb. The Maniac shoots the crowd a smirk, then whips Gibberg into his own corner, allowing him to tag Thunder Sid in, who's still trying to collect himself. Diamond tags out to Terrella.}
Terri Morasco: Rough start for the Union of Jobbers, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: Since the day they were born, Terri. I'd bet their parents asked for refunds from the hospital.
Terri Morasco: Vasco!
Vasco Dias: What? Don't pretend like you wouldn't.
{Sid comes out with a knife-edge chop with a little extra muster on it, striking Terrella across the chest. Terrella glares at him. Sid fires off a right hand, connecting square to Terrella's jaw. Terrella takes a step back to shake it off, and then levels Sid with a headbutt. The King of Clubs pulls Sid up and applies an abdominal stretch, simultaneously digging at Sid's eyes with his fingers out of spite. He releases the hold, shoving Sid to the canvas. Thunder Sid makes a crawl toward the ropes, a bit disoriented from the eye rake. Diamond gives him a hard knee to the side of the head for his crawl, and Portia verbally berates Sid from the floor for not just quitting.}
Terri Morasco: Thunder Sid is showing a lot of heart, but I'm just not sure that's going to be enough tonight.
Vasco Dias: That fighting spirit is only going to earn him more of a beating. He should listen to Portia and just quit. There would be shame in it for a lot of people. For these guys though, lasting five minutes is a pretty good accomplishment.
{Terrella drags Sid to the center of the ring by his ankle. He delivers a 'Body Shot' straight to Sid's kidney. Then another. Terrella then goes after Gibberg on the apron, dropping him with a hard left hand to the face. Terrella refocuses on Sid, drilling him into the mat with a spinebuster! He goes for a cover... 1... 2... and Terrella pulls Sid off the canvas! Terrella puts a finger to his nostril and pretends to blow snot on Sid in a blatant show of disrespect, then hoists him up and drops him with the 'Diffuser'! Terrella walks over and tags Diamond. Instead of going to the apron however, Terrella drops to the floor and builds a little steam on his way around the ring, savagely spearing Gibberg straight through the barricade on the floor!}
Vasco Dias: Gibberg is going to need a medic! Someone go check for a pulse!
Terri Morasco: This is getting hard to watch.
{Not to be outdone, Diamond drops Thunder Sid inside the ring with a vicious looking 'Hang'em High'! Diamond walks over and leans on the ropes momentarily, grinning over the carnage. The Maniac spins around, flips Sid up onto his shoulders and nails a painful 'Sudden Impact' directly in the center of the ring. Diamond makes a cover. The referee counts... 1... 2... 3!! The referee quickly calls for the bell.}
Alison Valance: The winners of the match by pinfall... the King of Clubs Stephen Terrella and the Maniac Chris Diamonddd!!!
Vasco Dias: That was a massacre. I hope Gibberg's and Sid's emergency contacts are up to date.
Terri Morasco: They tried at least.
Vasco Dias: I'll give them that much. What did I tell you about Diamond and Terrella, though? That's a lot of brute force and bad attitude right there. You point them in the same direction, that's going to be a lot for anyone to deal with.
{Diamond dumps Thunder Sid to the floor rather unceremoniously to the side of the ring where Gibberg is laying amid the wreckage. Diamond grabs his bat and takes another swing, once again watching as another imaginary head sails off into the distance. Terrella slowly backs up the ramp, holding tightly to Portia's hand. He gives Diamond the slightest of nods. The show goes to a promotional video for the Tag Team World Cup Finals.}
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James Gilmore responds to Caleb Lockwood's betrayal in the World Cup Semi Finals.
Will Lockwood be present to answer him?
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{ We find James Gilmore sitting inside his villa's living room, which is still decked out for the recent Christmas holiday. Above his couch, we find his souvenir IWF Men's World Title replica hanging on several hooks; hanging the same wall next to it, we see the big plaque representing the IWF's 2020 Hero of the Year award, an honor he shares with Warren Kane. He's calm and relaxed as he sits on his couch, taking a sip from a can of Mountain Dew. }
James Gilmore: Listen Caleb...I'm gonna make this short and simple. I've given you plenty of leeway when it comes to you and your personality inside that ring, but two weeks ago, you crossed the line durin' the Tag Team World Cup.
{ The Islander alum props his feet on the oakwood coffee table. }
James Gilmore: The sad part of it all is that I understand. I understand that you ain't no Rob Diamond, that you were gonna be a tough cookie to handle. You walked out on me around a month ago, and I paid it no mind. Yet when you slapped me...you reinforced in me somethin' about you that we ALL oughta know by now.
{ JJ takes a deep breath. }
James Gilmore: You've always gone down a certain path, dude. It's a path of pain and destruction, somethin' that, after dealin' with that psycho Lindsey Grawn, I will never, EVER walk down again -- 'cuz it only leads to nowhere but misery for yourself and others. You might not have liked the fact that I was named co-Hero of the Year by the IWF Galaxy, but to me...it's the culmination of a long and windin' journey that saw me break through after bein' laughed at for goin' on ten years now. Well guess what...I ain't done yet!
{ He takes one more sip from his favorite drink before tossing the emptied can into a pink recycling bin. }
James Gilmore: It's the time of year for New Year's resolutions, and Caleb...this I promise you. In 2021...I'm gonna show you -- and obstensively, the Powers That Be -- that heroes CAN exist in a world that premises itself on destruction. You, me, Metamorphosis, Men's World Title. See ya soon...
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IWF TAG TEAM WORLD CUP FINALS!
The Powers that Be vs Warren Kane and Nick Knight
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{The match is pretty intense. Nick Knight faces off against Dean at the beginning of the fight. He unloads on Dean, hitting him over and over again, making the other man bleed but pulls back when Warren makes a sound of distress. Dean manages to get himself tagged out by his father who enters the ring and demands Warren enter it. Warren nods, tagging himself in despite Nick's protest. Angel unloads on Warren and hits him with a GENOCIDE KICK pinning him for the 123}
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Who came out of DAF as IWF Imperial Diamonds Champion?
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{Static hits the feed before the image of three wolves running over the snow plays.}
As if there was doubt who would win.
{the video switches to a stag running in a panic across the snow, leaving a trail of blood.}
But questions are asked.
{A black wolf closes in on the bleeding stag, nipping at its heels}
I'm the wolf of the abyss. I kill and I maim. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, light pretend heroes on fire and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.
{The Black wolf rips the stags throat out as the stag falls to the ground the black wolf howls and Rowan's eyes flash before the video ends}
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Who came out of DAF as IWF Womens World Champion?
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{Cut to Abigail sat in the middle of a two seater black leather couch in a private luxury locker room backstage at the State Farm Center. Huddled up on the right side, unevenly, she laments the empty space around her. Space reserved for a most significant other who just wasnât there with her to bring an end to yet another year alone.
She has smoky purple heavy eyeshadow on, pink lipstick, sparkly pink nail polish and a bright red spider lily planted in her almost jet black hair. She is also wearing a deep scarlet mini dress. The IWF Womenâs World Championship laid across her right shoulder.
Before her, there is quite a luxurious Christmas finger food spread, but despite all the glorious amenities sheâd been provided over the last half a year at the top of the mountain, sheâd still been thoroughly unprepared for how lonely being at the very top of your game could be. Coveting this position, and actually being here were two wildly different worlds.
In her naivety, she had thought she might be able to find a balance between the best of both worlds. But maybe she really couldnât, maybe there was no such thing.
{She swallows that bitter reality down hard before speaking, focused but with quiet reservation.}
Abigail: Ya know, Iâve never had much time for the lessons of Spike Kane in my life. Even as he spent his final few months on this Earth tryna mentor me. Motivated as he was ta try anâ be somethinâ meaninâful ta me, not âcause of who I am as a person, but âcause of who I was by birth, by blood. Honestly, if there was one thing Spike was even worse at beinâ than a brother ta me, it was beinâ a mentor. Not for lack of tryinâ, of course.
{Abigail paused.}
Abigail: He tried ta teach me some of the most important things heâd learned in this business. A crash course in beinâ remembered in wrestlinâ, he called it. âCause apparently, thatâs all that really mattered, not beinâ forgotten. He was terrified of that idea. He was absolutely mortified by the notion that heâd leave this world behind not havinâ done anythinâ worth rememberinâ. That was why he spent over two damn decades marred in one fuckinâ controversy after another. Heâd do anythinâ, just ta get people talkinâ about him. Anâ whether I like it or not - anâ believe me, I fuckinâ donât - since Diamonds Are Forever, people have been talkinâ about you, havenât they, Eternity? About us...
{Abigail sighs, feeling most at unease.}
Abigail: My friends have been tellinâ me all week ta give up on you. They say I should just walk away, anâ let you burn with the demon youâve gotten yourself inta bed with for whatever God damned reason, but I canât. I wonât, ya hear me, Eternity? I wonât abandon you as easily as everyone else has in your entire miserable life. Because I see now, that you need me now more than ever. I wonât sacrifice you ta her darkness when I could show you the way back ta the light. Leavinâ you behind now would be the easy path ta take, but Iâve never been good at takinâ the easy path through life. And Iâm not about ta start now, Eternity. I will plunge myself head first inta the flames of Hell ta pull you back ta the land of the livinâ, if I fuckinâ have to. I will not lose your beautiful fuckinâ soul ta Rowan fuckinâ MacDonnough. Iâve lost too much to her already, Iâm not losinâ you too...ya hear me?
{Abigail takes a slow deep breath, her hands shaking.}
Abigail: Jessica Reed, I donât know why youâre mixed up in this either, but maybe itâs a blessinâ in disguise that you are. I know you donât owe me anythinâ, least of all an explanation of why ya felt any of this was necessary, so thatâs not what Iâm askinâ ya for here. No, Iâm askinâ you ta look after Eternity for me. Maybe you can keep her safe when I canât, if youâre really her friend, you will, wonât you? I know she still listens ta ya even if she wonât hear me right now. Please, Jessica, Iâm not askinâ you to do anythinâ you havenât already spent your entire life doinâ - the right thing. Be a good sister anâ protect her from the Devil, please...
{Another pause to let her plea to Jessica Reed breathe, just like she was trying to do.}
Abigail: If ya really are still half the Angel ya once were, youâll protect Eternity from herself, you have to. This business is lonely enough already, especially at the top. Spike always told me it was, but I never quite believed him until I stood alone in that ring after my match at Diamonds Are Forever. Never before have I felt so fuckinâ off balance. Never before have I had such a sweet victory turn so sour, like fuckinâ ash in my mouth. I should be celebratinâ right now. I should be lookinâ forward ta my next challenge. I should be savourinâ the fact that last Sunday I became one of only three women ta walk inta a match with a Heiress Ta The Throne as the reigninâ, defendinâ Womenâs World Champion, anâ walk out again with the belt. The other two? Eternity in 2016, anâ Rowan in 2017...
{Abigail chuckles slightly.}
Abigail: If ya ever needed proof of just how twisted fateâs sense of humour can really be, well there it is. However youâll excuse me if I find the whole thing more cruel than funny right now, wonât you?
{Abigail takes another deep, slow breath. It is on her quiet contemplation of her next move in this life that we hold for just a moment, before cutting back to ringside.}
Well howdy there pardner.