IWF Presents: Monday Night Sacrifice - January 18th 2021

[Jess Fowler]

Monday Night Sacrifice
January 18th 2021

BOK Center - Tulsa, Oklahoma

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.

staff becoming over-extended.

SINGLES MATCH
Tara Fenix vs Kate Steele

SEGMENT
Who wants to try and fight Rowan at Meta?

SINGLES MATCH
Samira Hamilton vs Caroline Machado

SEGMENT
Abigail and Virginia sign World title match contract

TAG TEAM MATCH

Those Damn Gaijin vs The Disciples

SEGMENT

Team Diversity Hire has some words

SINGLES MATCH

1K RP WORD LIMIT

Locke w/ Abraxes vs Nick Danger w/ Draco Wolfe

SEGMENT

Contract signing between the IWF World Television Championship Golden Opportunity winners and Nick Knight

SINGLES MATCH

1K RP WORD LIMIT

Warren Kane vs Nate Fate

SEGMENT

James Gilmore and Caleb Lockwood, IWF Men's World Championship contract signing

[Jess Fowler]

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

Terri Morasco: Kate Steele is here looking to stop Tara’s momentum going forward.

Vasco Dias: I don’t think she’s going to be able to… Tara has been a bit more aggressive than the world has known her for, always patient, always calculated. And she maintains those! But now with more aggression.

{The lights throughout the arena shut off, and fog begins to shoot out at the curtains while the instrumentals for “Prayer for the Afflicted” by Children of Bodom begins to blast through the speakers; half of the crowd begins to cheer as the signature blue spotlight encircles the arena before focusing on the ramp where a clearing has begun to show Tara crouched down in the middle of it. She has a sinister smile while her eyes linger on the ring.}

We hear a prayer for the brighter morrow,
It’s hard to take through all the laughter,
We don’t believe in tomorrow,
It’s just another morning after!

{She advances forward a bit by crawling, and then finally stands straight up as she reaches the ramp; the fog is beginning to dissipate, and the lights on queue with the melody, as she walks down the ramp. Fans along the front row begin bowing to her, and she turns to give them a small acknowledgement, but then resumes her eyes forward and not slowing her pace at all toward the ring.}

(I need you far away from me)
(I want you closer to me)
(I need you far away from me)
(I want you closer to me)

{Tara rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, sitting up onto her knees; she allows herself to observe the crowd. There are still the pockets of fans that are bowing to her, while others cheer, and others are simply unsure on how to react; she keeps the sinister grin on her face as she walks to the nearest turnbuckle. While holding both of the ropes going into the corner, she crouches down and just lowers her head while waiting for the match to begin.}

Terri Morasco: And here’s Tara, looking to build on what she’s started since returning. She has scared a few of the ladies on the roster since returning, but what do you think that Kate Steele has to do to walk out with this win?

Vasco Dias: Pray?

{The bell sounds and both Kate Steele and Tara Fenix march to the middle of the ring, ready to begin their combat; Kate goes for a quick spinning heel kick, hoping to catch Tara off guard, but Tara easily evades; she sweeps Kate’s leg out from under her and leaps over her to go for a quick cover: One! … Kate Steele easily kicks out. Tara is the first to her feet, followed by Kate, who is quickly met with a stiff kick that shoves her back! Tara advances and connects with a forearm smash, and then starts wailing with everything she has at Kate Steele as Kate covers herself up for protection!}

Vasco Dias: Tara is showing her veteran prowse, a veteran by over nineteen years, and staying on top of Kate Steele.

Terri Morasco: She is usually careful, and calculated with her attack, but it seems she’s acting more aggressive tonight!

{Kate Steele is continuously battered until she is forced into the corner and into a seated position, still holding her arms up to block as many shots as she can from Tara. Tara drives a knee into her face… Kate absorbs most of the damage with her hands, but Tara quickly grabs her by the leg and drags her from the corner; Kate manages to sit up and roll her up into a small package! One! … Two! Tara kicks out of it!}

Terri Morasco: That buys Kate a few moments, and she is already using that time to get herself back up and hopefully get her own offense in.

{Tara is the first one to her feet, and Kate Steele is getting up slowly after; as she turns to face Tara upon getting to her feet, Tara charges and connects with the Fallen Phoenix! Kate Steele looks to be out of it, but Tara is not finished… she points to the turnbuckle, getting a pop from the crowd, and she climbs it so that Kate Steele should be facing away from her when she does get to her feet.}

Terri Morasco: What’s she doing here?

Vasco Dias: Wasting time, that’s what!

{Tara gestures for Kate to get to her feet, as she begins to stir, groggily getting back up… almost uncertain as to where she is anymore. She gets up with her back to Tara, and Tara dives off the top rope landing Heaven’s Fury!}

Vasco Dias: Heaven’s Fury?!

Terri Morasco: That has to be some kind of message she’s trying to send to Angel!

{Tara rolls Kate over, and hooks the far leg: One! … Two! … Three!}

Announcer: Your winner! By way of pin fall! TARA! FENIX!!!!!!!!

{The bell sounds, and Tara’s theme plays. The referee goes to take her arm, but Tara crawls to the nearest camera she can and looks directly into it with soul piercing eyes.}

Tara Fenix: I’m coming for you, baby…

{Tara blows a kiss and winks into the camera before finally rolling out. She doesn’t bother celebrating the victory, just marches up the ramp as the referee is now tending to Kate Steele.}

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SEGMENT
Who wants to try and fight Rowan at Meta?
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{The camera comes on to a black wolf howling then a flipping of images until it lands of Samira Hamilton's face.}

We accept.

{Static and then it goes back to the show.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Samira Hamilton vs Caroline Machado
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"Her ongoing mission...to boldly go where no one has gone before..."

{ The voice of Sir Patrick Stewart echoes throughout the arena before the Ace of Base dance track, "A Beautiful Life," begins to blare. Caroline Machado, clad in her hybrid MMA and volleyball gear, hops onto the stage as the crowd cheers. Dancing to the beats of the tune, she stolls down to the ring and gives some lucky ringside fans a gentle hug. }

Terri Morasco: Caroline Machado looked really impressive last week in her debut!

Vasco Dias: Too bad she lost...

Terri Morasco: You think people are supposed to just walk in and win their debut!?! You make me sick...

{Arena light fade down. A pulse sound starts from the arena speaks, carrying with it some added bass. User cameras are shown filling up the entire arena in a sea of light. “Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish tolls over the arena sound system, which also kicks in the purple spotlights, sending everything into a rave like experience until spotting Samira Hamilton looking down toward the wrestling ring from the middle section stands. She begins walking down to the stairs heading to the ground floor of the arena and hops over the soft barricade. Samira stops, looks at ring and proceeds, circling around the ring going to the time keepers position, where she climbs the steel steel steps nearby and enters the ring.}

Terri Morasco: Moments ago, we learned that Samira and Rowan will do battle for the Imperial Diamond title at Metamorphosis!

Vasco Dias: Can she capitalize on it by pulling off some momentum...?!

[DING!]

{ This was a fun match, lasting at around eleven minutes. Neither woman gained an advantage early on, but eventually, Samira caught the inexperienced Caroline off-guard with a gamut of technical-based moves. Hamilton landed a devastating Renew package piledrive combination that scored a close two-count. Caroline would adapt into the match, planting Samira with her "Service Ace" RKO to get a very close count of two from Blue Shoes. Caroline tries to go for a second Service Ace, but like in volleyball...it went awry, leading to Samira hitting Machado with her signature FEARLESS double-knee facebreaker to get the three-count! }


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SEGMENT
Abigail and Virginia sign World title match contract
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{We cut to one of the administrative offices backstage where Jess Fowler presided over one of a few contract signings scheduled for tonight’s Sacrifice. This one for the Women’s World Championship at Metamorphosis.

Jess is sitting between the two competitors, the challenger, former MMA star and former longest reigning Imperial Diamond Champion, Virginia Stepanov on their right and the current reigning Women’s World Champion, Abigail on their left.

The two women are already a clear study in contrasts, as Virginia is dressed casually, a pair of leather pants that lace up the sides and a tank top. What make up she wore was plain. Abigail wore her signature heavy purple eyeshadow around her eyes, the red spider lily in her hair and a complimentary purple and black dress.

Virginia sneered at the sight of the Champion, but kept her eyes on the prize draped across Abigail’s left shoulder, the IWF Women’s World Championship, whilst Abigail pulled the clipboard with the contract towards herself first, studying it.}

Jess Fowler: Alright ladies, time to make the match at Metamorphosis official…

{As Abigail already had the contract first, Jess handed her a pen from the breast pocket of their shirt. Abigail took the pen graciously, with a nod and a small smile towards Fowler.}

Abigail: Thank you.

{Abigail flipped through the contract to the signatory page, took a deep breath, looked Virginia dead in the eye and signed her name in the appropriate space. Abigail knew her challenger was the kind of woman who made a storied career out of making declarative statements in in-ring competition, both in MMA and in professional wrestling, so it felt unnecessary for her to waste too many words here. Virginia was a woman of action, and Abigail chose to accept her latest challenger on exactly those terms. If it was a match Virginia wanted, it was a match she would get, plain and simple.

They both knew what was at stake and they both knew that there was no getting out of the match. Virginia had earned her right to challenge, and Abigail wasn’t about to disrespect her or pretend that she didn’t deserve it, as lesser Champions might have.

Abigail lay the pen down across the paper and slid the signed contract over to Fowler, who checked over Abigail’s signature with a nod.}

Jess Fowler: Thank you.

Abigail: You’re welcome.

{Jess Fowler then passed the contract and pen over to Virginia to complete her end of the deal. Virginia picked up the pen, tapping it on the table as she glanced over the contract. She gives a nod of her head slightly before she signed with a looping signature of her name. She clicks the pen shut and pushes the contract back over towards Jess and leans back in her seat.}

Virginia Stepanov: There ya go boss. Got one more week of making the division look bad Abigail. Make sure it’s nice and polished for me. Maybe you can at least do that right.

{Abigail said nothing further, and simply excused herself from across the table, now that her obligations here tonight had been fulfilled and the contract was secured. She offers Jess a polite nod, before adjusting the belt over her shoulder and taking a deep breath before leaving the room, and we cut back to elsewhere for the rest of Sacrifice.}



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TAG TEAM MATCH

Those Damn Gaijin vs The Disciples

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{The match is a fast and furious back and forth affair, with both teams attempting to isolate one member of the other team. However, the turning point comes when Ethan King clocks Disciple #2 from the apron with the BRAZEN EQUALIZER while the referee is busy attempting to separate Disciple #1 and Andrew Jacobsen on the other side of the ring! Dazed and stunned, Disciple #2 is left vulnerable to the EXCLAMATION POINT from Those Damn Gaijin, with Ethan pinning #2 as Andrew intercepts the save from #1.}

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SEGMENT

Team Diversity Hire has some words

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{The camera comes on to Nate Harris and Nick Hunter sitting on a couch with the Tag Team World Cup trophy between them.}

Nick Hunter: Ya'll really gonna act like this aint some straight up bullshit?

Nate Harris: Because it's some straight up bullshit. They win the second Tag Team world cup and they get the tag team belts? You serious right now? Fuck that.

Nick Hunter: Fuck alll that.

Nate Harris: Seriously uncool.

Nick Hunter: So this is us challenging Powers That Be or Team Daddy issues or whatever, since we got the trophy that gives us a second shot at--

{A door gets kicked in a Disciple One from The Chruch of Crosse comes into the room, kicks Nick Hunter in the head and then steals the trophy before Nate can recover.}

Nate Harris: What in the damn hell?!

{Cut to commercial.}


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SINGLES MATCH

1K RP WORD LIMIT

Locke w/ Abraxes vs Nick Danger w/ Draco Wolfe

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{Nightmare by AVenged Sevenfold comes on adn Draco Wolfe, and Nick Danger come on the entrance ramp wearing Fateful Danger custom ring attire gear. They come down the ramp walking the ramp giving fans high fives. Draco slides inside the ring, while Nick Danger climb the top turnbuckle and get he fans hype then does a front filp and lands on his feet. Draco Wolfe gets out of the ring. Nick Danger waits for his opponent.}

Terri Morasco: Nick Danger first one down to the ring, looking to bounce back after last week’s loss. Not only did he lose to Ulf, but Draco Wolfe lost to Abraxes, and he’s looking to even the score with this duo.

Vasco Dias: He better make this one count. I will admit he put on a show last week.

{The lights in the arena flicker and die as if there were some kind of power outage. As the light sounds of an acoustic guitar play, the high pitched laughter of children fills the air. A red spotlight shines on the stage as heavy smoke rolls across the floor. As opening lyrics of Monster (Under my Bed) by Call me Karizma starts to sing Abraxes rises from the center of the stage, his eyes burning out from under his mask as he stares down at the ring.

The rhythm of the song changes from a twisted lullaby do a grinding rock song just as he rises to his full height. Abraxes glares around at the audience before he walks down the ramp, focused on the ring in front of him. He crawls into the ring, exaggerated movements of his hands and legs to appear more like a creepy spider then a man. He rolls to his feet, holding his arms into the air as the lullaby starts anew.}

Terri Morasco: And the second one out is Abraxes, who was victorious over Draco Wolfe last week. He is here to watch his partner face Nick Danger, and see what he can do.

Vasco Dias: He just better not get involved. He’s always quiet. Always lurking. I don’t trust that he’s going to stay out of this one.

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. }

Terri Morasco: And Locke is finally out to the ring to battle Nick Danger!

Vasco Dias: This crowd doesn’t know how to react to this team. They fear the monster, but love Locke.

Terri Morasco: This match is about to begin… but it looks like Locke is thirsty?

{Locke stands in his corner appearing to take a drink from his flask, as the referee is asking if he’s ready for the match to start; Locke appears to be disgusted, but nods his head, and hands the flask out to Abraxes who sniffs it curiously then shrugs his shoulders and just holds the flask in his hand. Then the referee asks Nick Danger if he’s ready for the match to start; Nick Danger also nods. The referee calls for the bell. Ding! Locke and Danger move toward the middle of the ring, and before they can even start, Locke spits out Fireball Whiskey that blinds Nick Danger!}

Vasco Dias: What the…?

Terri Morasco: He was drinking before the match even started, and I guess… it wasn’t good?

{Nick Danger screams and covers his eyes, and Locke continues forward and hooks both of Danger’s arms to go for the Gunslinger DDT! With Danger locked in with it, he unleashes a mighty howl…}

Terri Morasco: Locke never claimed to be fair, and to win at all costs, so he could earn a quick victory and go home tonight…

Vasco Dias: Earn? Earn?! He didn’t EARN a victory! He’s stealing it!

{Just as Locke is about to drop him with the Gunslinger DDT, Nick Danger is able to push him off with his shoulder! Nick Danger is still keeled over, and Locke bounces back against the ropes; he returns, and leaps into the air to go for Dirt on my Boots!}

Vasco Dias: Nick Danger is not catching a break here, and all because this guy can’t fight fair!

Terri Morasco: It’s like falling out of the frying pan and into the fire.

{Nick Danger is able to fling himself backward, and Locke only connects with canvas; as his foot connects, he looks to be visibly hurt as if he had tweaked something and limps back a few steps. Meanwhile, Nick Danger is in a seated position but crawls to his corner where Draco Wolfe is waiting with some water. He begins to flush the whiskey from his eyes, and Draco is shouting for the referee to check the flask next time.}

Terri Morasco: Nick Danger is getting a moment here, but this is valuable time he could be using as offense against Locke.

Vasco Dias: You can’t fight blind, though!

{Nick Danger starts to get back up, blinking his eyes rapidly, content with the recovery. Across the ring, Locke has stretched his leg back out and turns to face Nick Danger, and both charge at each other. Nick Danger commits to a sunset flip -- he succeeds, and rolls Locke up. The referee counts: One! … Two! Locke kicks out!}

Vasco Dias: You better get back up quickly.

Terri Morasco: Nick Danger does earn the first nearfall after a rough start.

{Locke rolls backward and is the first to his feet, but nick Danger is right behind him; Danger moves forward looking to keep his offensive alive, and Locke hits him with the cowpoke!}

Vasco Dias: Come on, ref! Ref! Call the damn match!

Terri Morasco: What? What happened?

{The referee tries to check on Nick Danger, who is holding his eye, then starts asking Locke what happened.}

Referee: That kind of attack is illegal! One more time, and I will disqualify you!

Draco Wolfe: Disqualify him! Disqualify him!

{Abraxes remains silent at ringside.}

Locke: I did not do anything!

Referee: One more time! ONE!

Locke: I didn’t do anything! It’s debris! It’s! Debris!

{The referee just holds one finger up to Locke to let him know that one more slip will result in his disqualification. The referee checks on Nick Danger one more time who just assures him that he’s good to go, and both of them go back to the middle of the ring. Locke invites Nick Danger in for a test of strength.}

Locke: Come on! I ain’t gonna bite chyu.

{Nick Danger, with caution, accepts: as their hands interlock, Locke charges forward and shoves Danger into the turnbuckle. Locke begins driving knee, after knee, after knee, into Danger’s midsection. The referee pulls Locke back with a bit of force, and Locke puts his hands up as if to claim innocence.}

Vasco Dias: Good, give him a little breather.

Terri Morasco: It was not Nick Danger’s brightest moment to go into a test of strength with someone that much larger than he is.

Vasco Dias: Well, no one ever said he was smart… but that does not excuse the cheap shots.

{Locke points out to Draco Wolfe telling him to watch this, and then back to Abraxes.}

Locke: Pay close attention…

{Nick Danger goes to stumble out of the corner, only for Locke to charge at him! Nick tries to catch it, but Locke stops dead in his tracks and hooks Nick Danger for the Gunslinger DDT! Locke immediately goes for the cover: One! … Two! … Three!}

Announcer: Your winner! By way of pin fall! LOCKE!!!!!!

Vasco Dias: Well, gotta give him credit for putting the brakes on so quickly.

Terri Morasco: Nick Danger never saw it coming. He was going to send Locke over the ropes, but Locke swerved it on him.

{Locke rolls out of the ring and raises his arms in the air to celebrate his victory, and Draco Wolfe tries to slide in the ring to check on his partner; only for Abraxes to rip him back outside the ring! Locke charges in and kicks Draco Wolfe in the stomach before dropping him with a Gunslinger DDT as well!}

Terri Morasco: What? Why?! There was no need for this attack…

Vasco Dias: They’re sending a message, Terri! But I don’t think they’ll like who answers.

{Locke gets back to his feet and slowly backs up the ramp as Abraxes and he just walk out now with “The Devil Don’t Sleep” by Brantley Gilbert playing over the speakers.}

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SEGMENT

Contract signing between the IWF World Television Championship Golden Opportunity winners and Nick Knight

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{The camera focuses on the ring where Jess Fowler awaits with an already set up table, some chairs the crowd abuzz with anticipation with what is to come.


They don't have to wait long before the guitars of "Devil Trigger" start to echo through the arena as Evan stomps out and raises a hand to the crowd. There's no howl this time from the youngster as he picks up his speed and steps between the ropes to take a long look at the table, Jess Fowler and the crowd before ushers himself to a corner to stare at the entry way, pacing a little impatient.}


Teri Morasco: Evan Albrecht has seen himself catapulted into the Golden opportunity spotlight after that brutal showing against Stephen Tarella. He's not made many friends thus far but ..


Vasco Dias: That's the price of doing business sometimes Teri, you know it, I know it, he knows it.


{"Raise Your Horns" by Amon Amarth blasts over the speakers, and the crowd goes into a frenzy! Before the vocals even kick in, Ulf marches out from behind the curtains with his drinking horn raised to the sky; he looks down to the ring, first, and then surveys the crowd as many of them have raised their own souvenir drinking horns available at the merchandising stand for $39.99, and the rest have their arms raised!}


Ulf Hednir: Skål!!


{Ulf's voice is heard throughout the arena despite not having a microphone, and the crowd returns the single word; Ulf drinks much from his drinking horn then holds it upside down to let everyone see there is not a drop left. He places his drinking horn on the holder at his waist before marching down the ring and quickly gets inside the ring. His eyes lock onto Evan Albrecht momentarily and he gives a nod of respect to him. The crowd quiets down as Ulf's music fades out waiting for the last arrival: the IWF World Television Champion.}


Terri Morasco: This crowd does love themselves some Ulf Hednir! And the respect he has for the Thunderchild is visible. These two put on quite a show a couple weeks ago!


{Personal Jesus by Lollipop Lust Kill begins to play as red lights begin to flash slowly before lights come up on the stage. As the music swells, dim light begins to come up on the stage, now shrouded with smoke as three silhouettes fade into view. As the guitar kicks in hard, the lights flash onto the stage revealing the members of the the highest ranking members of The Church of Crosse dressed in matching three piece suits. Lucipher raises his arms as if welcoming the audience as Nick Knight and his newly crowned Apostle walk towards the ring.}


Vasco Dias: The Real World Champion is here!


Teri Morasco: Would you stop with that.


Vasco Dias: What? Until Caleb Lockwood beats Nick Knight one on one ‘The Unholy Son’ is the true World Champion.


Teri Morasco:Well he better be focused on the two men in the ring or he might not even be Television Champion after Metamorphosis.


{Gregor Winter is the first man up the ring steps and he holds the middle rope down making it easier for both ‘The Voice’ and ‘The Unholy Son’ to enter the ring, before entering the squared circle himself. Knight takes a seat in the only vacant seat and his brother and bodyguard stand behind him awaiting the beginning of the proceedings.}


Teri Morasco: You can cut the tension inside of that ring with a knife.


Vasco Dias: For two of the guys in that ring Metamorphosis could be the biggest night of their career. It’s not hard to see how they would be a little bit intense.


{As the men all gather in the ring the contract signing awaits. Evan steps forwards looking up at Gregor and then at Knight, then at Ulf as something gets said by Nick after he signs Even's own jaw jacking begins pointing at Ulf and then Nick and then Winter, whatever gets said gets Kight to stand up smirking confidently, Ulf chimes in, Evan sort of nudged aside flaring the younger man's temper who shoves back just a bit as they sign to get in each other's faces the three of them all squaring up.}


Teri Morasco: I’m not sure any of these guys are interested in waiting for Metamorphosis.


Vasco Dias: Why wait? I say turn them loose right here and now!


{Gregor Winter seems to have the same idea and he sends the table flying across the ring, the carefully written contract scattered in a hundred different directions.The four men all stepped forward Evan staring into the eyes of Knight, while the two big Vikings stand forehead to forehead talking smack. Winter is the first to act shoving Ulf away, which the big Norwegian refused to accept and he fires back with a stiff knife edge chop. Like a match to a powder keg this sets things off and Nick and Albrecht and the two begin to throw heavy lefts and rights.}


Teri Morasco: Security needs to get down here and break this up before someone gets hurt.


Vasco Dias: Let them go! This might be the most entertaining thing I’ve seen all damn night.


{Across the ring Ulf connects with The Thor Punch that sends Winter up and over the top rope to the floor. Seeing that his bodyguard is out of the fight Knight smartly takes a powder. The champ and his entourage smartly make their way to the back. Gregor Winter rubbing his jaw after being hit with that Superman punch.}


Teri Morasco: Maybe we don't need security after all. 'The Berserker' and 'Thunderchild' have cleared the ring.


Vasco Dias: Let's just see how long their teamwork lasts next week.


{Inside of the ring Albrecht and Hednir turn to one another and shake hands in a show of respect.}

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SINGLES MATCH

1K RP WORD LIMIT

Warren Kane vs Nate Fate

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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

Terri Morasco: Here is our main event of the evening!

Vasco Dias: One of these things doesn’t belong here….

{No Resolve-Get Me Out starts to play and Nate comes standing on the middle of entrance ramp and starting letting the fans chants his name and he makes his way down and slides inside the and take his jacket off get ready for his match.}

Alison Valance: First down to the ring, from Miami, Florida, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 208 pounds… The Great Nate Fate!

Terri Morasco: Nate has been pretty quiet.

Vasco Dias: Because even he knows he shouldn’t be main eventing the show before Meta. It’s an insult. If a man can’t even defend himself in a promo--

Terri Morasco: Vasco, can you not?

{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: Second to the ring, from London, England, Standign in at 6’1’’ and weighing in at 205 pounds… Warren Kane!

Terri Morasco: Warren might have lost the tag team finals but he seems to have refocused himself here tonight.

Vasco Dias: Sure. It’s easy to be focused when you don’t have Angel or your boyfriend on the other side of the ring.

{As soon as the bell rings, Nate opens with a Back Spinning Wheel Kick. Warren takes the hit and responds with a Pele Kick.}

Terri Morasco: Nate tried to open strong but Warren bounced back.

Vasco Dias: Warren isn’t going to just take a kick and let that knock him down.

{As Nate gets back to his feet Warren hits him with a Short Arm Clothesline followed by a Enziguri.}

Terri Morasco: Warren is going hard here.

Vasco Dias: He’s a Kane. They always do.

{Warren hits Nate with the KIDD KICK and goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}

Alison Valance: and your winner… WARREN KANE!

{Warren helps Nate back to his feet and offers him a handshake. Nate shakes his hand as the music plays of Warren’s win. The crowd cheers and Warren waves to the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: A good clean win here for Warren.

Vasco Dias: It was too easy a fight for Warren.

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James Gilmore and Caleb Lockwood, IWF Men's World Championship contract signing

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{ The Offspring's "Nitro (Youth Energy)" begins playing as James Gilmore steps onto the stage, sporting a white T-shirt bearing the logo of his favorite game show, The Price is Right, as well as his Dallas Cowboys hat. He nods warmly, taking in the crowd's cheers as he hops into the ring. As the music stops, JJ smiles as the crowd chants his name -- perhaps symbolic of a journey that got started back in 2010. }

Terri Morasco: Listen to the crowd! What JJ has done, since forming Being Infamous in 2019 with Rob, Steve, and Fiona, has been nothing short of remarkable. This 38-year-old man has gone through hell and back to become one of IWF's biggest superstars!

Vasco Dias: Wha--?! What was that, I can't hear you over these people!

Terri Morasco: This is what "dare to dream" is really all about!

{ James, as the crowd quiets down, pulls out his officially-licensed All Infamous Academy pen and signs on the dotted line to his part of the Men's World Title contract. Meanwhile... }

{...a theme that hasn't been heard in a long time cuts through the crowd noise, as a roaring scream pierces the air and "Rise, Rebel, Resist" by Otep slices through the crowd noise. Caleb Lockwood walks out onto the stage, the classic Pack T-shirt across his chest and the Men's World Title over his shoulder. He shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he pushes past Gilmore and around to the other side of the table.}

Terri Morasco: Caleb Lockwood signaling a return to a certain form here, sending a message with music and attire.

Vasco Dias: With Rowan MacDonnough holding a title once more, it's no surprise Caleb would be willing to fly the old colors again.

{Caleb glances over the contract, reading each page with a surprising speed, and signs at the end, smirking and tossing the pen back at Gilmore. "Keep it, I don't need your trash" is audible over the camera mic, earning a roll of the eyes and a "Pfft!" back from Gilmore. Caleb waves mockingly at him, snatching up a microphone sitting on the signing table, and speaks into it with a low chuckle.}

Caleb Lockwood: Condolences, Jimmy. Take a long look, it's gonna be a while before you're this close to the top again. And it's a long way down, buddy.