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Post by Jess Fowler on Feb 2, 2021 20:43:59 GMT
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{The crowd is in a state of hushed anticipation for Sacrifice to get underway…} Terri Morasco: Ladies and gentlemen, fans, around the world! Thank you for tuning in to IWF Sacrifice at the MGM Grand Arena, live, in Las Vegas! And we do have a good show for you here tonight! Vasco Dias: Especially throughout the fallout of Metamorphosis, we have a few questions that need answering. Terri Morasco: The first scheduled contest is going to be Xavier “X” Zion, making his debut in the IWF, going against Billie Parris. And! ... {The lights go out.}Terri Morasco: Is he coming out already? Vasco Dias: He didn’t let us finish our introductions…
{To the surprise of the commentators as well as the crowd, “Raise Your Horns” by Amon Amarth blasts over the speakers! The crowd goes into an absolute frenzy as the new IWF World Television Champion’s music despite not being scheduled for a match this evening. Ulf emerges from behind the curtains in his casual clothing: jeans and one of his patented t-shirts, and the IWF World Television Championship worn proudly around his waist. He has a clipboard in his hand.}Terri Morasco: For those of you who were unable to watch Metamorphosis, ULF HEDNIR! Won! The IWF World Television Championship from Nick Knight last Sunday to win his first-ever singles championship! Vasco Dias: It was an absolute war between the three men, but Ulf Hednir… much to my dismay… proved himself by walking out with the belt. He did have some words spoken on the exclusive IWF GO! App following the contest, and perhaps he is going to tell us what he had in his mind. Terri Morasco: I imagine that is why he is out here, and on that clipboard of his.
{With his free hand, Ulf points to the IWF World Television Championship, and then out to the crowd. He mouths the words “takk” and “thank you” to the crowd before shouting out at the top of his lungs…}Ulf Hednir: SKÅL!!!!! Crowd: SKÅL!!!!!
Terri Morasco: This crowd does love this young man!
{Ulf throws up the devil horns symbol before lowering his hand back down and marching down to the ring; as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he tucks the clipboard under one arm, and gets as close as he can to the crowd shaking hands, high fiving, or even just slapping hands with anyone within his reach with his free hand. At the bottom of the ramp, he gets a microphone from one of the ring crew members then quickly goes up the steel steps, and onto the apron. He steps between the top and middle ropes and paces quickly, bringing the microphone up to speak, as the music cuts to a close.}Ulf Hednir: Here jeg am, in one of de greatest… funnest… amazing… cities det de world. LAS VEGAS! HOW. ARE. DERE?
{The crowd reacts to the cheap pop to Ulf with a loud cheer, and Ulf is all smiles as he looks out to the crowd. He allows the sound to deafen before he resumes speaking.}Ulf Hednir: Jeg takk all of dere, all of dere det er sitting here in de MGM Grand Arena, og all of dere det er tuning in at home. Og! Jeg vil like to takk… to thank… of all dere det have supported me throughout de years, og jeg ville like to just say det: DETTE ONE! WAS! FOR! YOU!
{Ulf pauses another moment as the crowd cheers, and a “skål” chant breaks out amongst the crowd.}Vasco Dias: Get to the point so that we can get on with the show! Terri Morasco: Give him some time! The crowd is loving him anyway!
{Ulf smiles, nods his head, and holds up the clipboard as if to showcase it.}Ulf Hednir: Der is something about meg det jeg ha already been proud of… Jeg do not shy away from competition. Jeg do not deny… competition. Jeg ha attained min først IWF singles championship -- min først singles championship, min først CHAMPIONSHIP in professional wrestling, og jeg vil not squander det! Jeg vil not bring shame to det! Dette is called… de… IWF. World. Television. Championship. Og it only makes sense det de IWF World Television Championship is ON TELEVISION! It should be shown to everybody, night in, og night ute, for all of dere! For all of dere to see! For all of dere to enjoy!
{The crowd cheers in response, agreeing with the champion.}Ulf Hednir: Og det is why jeg… personally… went to Roberto Verona with hva jeg had in mind, og det is why jeg did not even wait to celebrate as de new IWF World Television Champion. De moment det jeg walked ute of de ring with dette championship around min waist, jeg marched straight to Mr. Verona’s office, og jeg gave him one simple request… one simple… desire… LET ME DEFEND IT! {Even louder cheers.}Ulf Hednir: Let. ME!
{Ulf pounds a clenched fist, still holding the microphone, against his chest; a brief sound of static from each pound, but then it goes back to normal when he lifts the microphone to resume speaking.}Ulf Hednir: Defend MIN belt! Jeg ville ha it no other way. Nei other way, mine venner! Warren Kane…}
{The crowd popped for the mentioning of the former IWF World Television Champion, the first IWF World Television Champion.}
Ulf Hednir: Is de only person who has successfully defended de championship twice. Jeg vil top det! Jeg vil raise de bar! Og jeg vil not deny any challenge! Which is what dette clipboard is for!
{Ulf holds the clipboard high again, but walks over to the apron with the cameraman standing at the apron and holds it so that everyone in the back, and everyone watching at home, can see what it says. A sign-up sheet.}Ulf Hednir: All dere ha to do is write your name… Det is it! Det is all! Og Mr. Verona agreed, de only fair way to decide… who should be first… is by having a battle royale! Denne listen! This! List! Vil be hanging on Mr. Verona’s door, all night. ALL WEEK! All dere ha to do… is sign it… og any name det is on det list, so long as jeg ha de championship -- og jeg plan on holding it for a long, long time -- vil get a shot at de IWF World Television Championship. Jeg vil be a fighting champion. Jeg ville ha it no other way…
{Ulf pauses momentarily.}Ulf Hednir: So, please! Please! I velkomst all of dere to sign your name… enter de battle royale… og form… your single file line… to take your shot at de IWF World Television Champion. To take your shot! AT! ULF! HEDNIR! SKÅL! Crowd: SKÅL!!!! Ulf Hednir: But… jeg er not done… jeg vil look at all of de names, accept them all. Nei excuses. Nei prodding. Nei altering. WHEN. WHEN jeg make min way through the entirety of de list… jeg vil up de ante. But… jeg must apologize… dere must all wait until jeg make it through de list to find ute about det! SIGN! YOUR! NAME! Skål!
{“Raise Your Horns” by Amon Amarth plays again over the speakers and Ulf Hednir drops the microphone giving a static ending. He leaves from the ring and greets the fans again in the front row as he departs up the ramp, and this time to the back.}Terri Morasco: That is crazy, but Ulf has made it clear. There is going to be a sign-up sheet to enter a battle royale to decide who should be first, and presumably, the order that he will face all competitors! Vasco Dias: Well, you can’t take anything away from him. He has offered to be a fighting champion in this sense. But how do we know he isn’t gonna take some names off the list if he thinks they’re too hard? I think he’ll shy away. Terri Morasco: When has he ever? Vasco Dias: Maybe when he left us… TWICE? Terri Morasco: But he has said he’s here to stay. Give him a chance! ------------------------------------- SINGLES MATCH
Xavier “X” Zion vs Billie Parris
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{Xavier seems to barely have worked up an appetite when he pins Billie for the 3 count.}
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SEGMENT
Re-match for the women's world title? A three-way for the women's world title at Danger Zone?
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{The camera comes on to Jess Fowler sitting at their desk}
Jess Fowler: With how things went down at meta we have decided that the match at Danger Zone is going to be a triple threat. Abigail versus Tara versus Virginia.
{The crowd cheers as Jess sips tea from a mug.}
Jess Fowler: I'm sure it will be something to behold.
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TAG MATCH
Jessé Marchand & Travis Reinhart vs Union of Jobbers
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{ The show returns from airing a promotional video for next week's program with the Union of Jobbers warming up in the ring to no fanfare. }
Terri Morasco: Vasco, our night of debuts is about to continue as we get our first look at a new team here- Vendetta.
Vasco Dias: Our tag team division is heating up. Everyone wants a piece of the Champions. These guys are coming in, and from what I understand they have some experience together. This is the IWF though, and it;s a different level of competition. We'll see how they do.
Terri Morasco: Let's hand it over to Alison for the introductions.
{ The lights in the arena darken, and blue and white spotlights are cast upon the stage. Snow falls from the rafters, gently dancing in the lights, and landing softly onto the stage as the opening to Nonpoint's "In The Air Tonight" echoes throughout the arena. Jessé Marchand steps out from behind the curtain first, followed closely by Travis Reinhart. Marchand kneels on the stage with his head bowed, tapping his fist to his nose three times; while Reinhart stands behind him and runs his thumb across his throat in a slashing gesture. }
Alison Valance: Coming down the aisle... weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred fifty-two pounds... The Iceman... Jessé Marchand... and The Clipper... Travis Reinhart... they are Vendetta!!
( Reinhart and Marchand begin to walk toward the ring with a cool and quiet confidence. )
Well, when you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before, my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
{ Both men pause at the bottom of the ramp, holding up the middle two fingers on their right hands in a "V" shape for the camera. Marchand slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring while Reinhart heads up the stairs and leaps over the top rope. They climb opposite corners, perching themselves on the middle turnbuckles. Marchand surveys the arena, looking side-to-side while Reinhart glances back over his shoulder toward the ring with a bit of a smirk. Both men hop down and remove their jackets as the lights rise and the song begins to fade out at the 01:53 mark. }
Terri Morasco: What are you doing, Vasco?
Vasco Dias: I'm trying to see if I can do that hand signal with my fingers. You and I should do something like that when we take the air, Morasco. I'll talk to them later and see if I can use it, too.
Terri Morasco: ...
Vasco Dias: Your face might be saying no right now, but just think about it.
{ Gibberg starts off the match for his team, and Reinhart for his. Reinhart offers a handshake, which Gibberg seems skeptical of at first. Gibberg finally accepts, and it comes off clean. }
Terri Morasco: There is a little sportsmanship there. I like to see that.
Vasco Dias: One of them should've punched the other one right in the mouth there. That's how you get to the top of this industry.
{ They engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, with Reinhart driving Gibberg back into the corner. There is a clean break. Reinhart backs off. Gibberg comes out of the corner and they circle, feeling each other out. Gibberg takes Reinhart over with a hip toss, and looks to the crowd, genuinely excited to have an advantage. }
Vasco Dias: Don't look at the crowd, you idiot!
{ Reinhart pops up and catches Gibberg with a punishing Roundhouse Kick. Gibberg goes crashing to the canvas. Reinhart capitalizes, pulling a woozy Gibberg to his feet and leading him into the Vendetta corner. Tag to Marchand. Marchand comes in, working over Gibberg with a series of hard European Uppercuts snugly under the jaw. Tag to Reinhart. Travis comes in, landing a swinging Neckbreaker on Gibberg. Tag again to Marchand. The duo hitting a double suplex on Gibberg. Reinhart steps out as Marchand scoops up Gibberg and takes him over with a Saito Suplex. }
Terri Morasco: Vendetta is working very quickly. They've isolated Gibberg from his partner in their corner of the ring.
Vasco Dias: That's tag team strategy 101.
{ Vendetta continues to work over Gibberg for a few more minutes with frequent tags, targeting his neck and back. Reinhart eventually makes a mistake showing off, giving Gibberg a chance to make a much needed tag. Sid comes in and gains an advantage for a spell after scoring a decent German Suplex, but he's only able to hold it for about a minute. Marchand manages to make a blind tag on an Irish Whip, and Vendetta regains control with their 'Double Shot' maneuver. }
Vasco Dias: Sid got hit high, he got hit low... I don't think he knows what hurts more right now.
Terri Morasco: He might've lost a tooth on that superkick.
{ Marchand knocks Gibberg off the apron, to the floor. Reinhart places Sid in a powerbomb position. He runs his thumb across his throat, signaling for the end. He hoists Sid up, and Marchand and Reinhart hit their 'Stormbreaker' finisher on Sid! Reinhart watches for Gibberg while Marchand goes into a cover. The official slides into position... one!... two!!... three!!! }
Terri Morasco: That's an impressive win for Vendetta, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: I can't argue that. They work well together. If they're smart enough to stop disparaging the Powers That Be, they might have a bright future here. They better smarten up real quick, though.
{ Marchand drops to a knee in the center of the ring, and Reinhart stands directly, flashing the cameras with their "V" hand signal. }
Alison Valance: The winners of the match by pinfall... Vendetta!
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Never your equal
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{The lights throughout the arena flicker out, shrouding the arena in overall darkness… the crowd anticipates the arrival of the next superstar to begin the next contest, but a voice can be heard over the speakers…}
Voice: I… told… you…
{First, a red hue appearing as giant red eyes emerge on the sides of the entrance way, sinister eyes. Eyes that may be recognized from Tara’s recent guest. The nothing. The void. There was no mouth, but you could tell by the eyes it was smiling. Next, the titantron began to light up, revealing Tara sitting in a room just as dark as the arena has become. The only thing providing emitting light is a single candle set down in front of her, as the single flame dances on top of the wick, and Tara seems almost mesmerized by its dancing.}
Tara Fenix: Behind every great man… is a greater woman. I was never your equal…
{Tara’s voice trails, but her lips curve into a grin.}
Tara Fenix: I was your superior.
{Tara allows the words to sink in to those in attendance watching, knowing the words are meant for one man. Angel.}
Tara Fenix: But you were not the first to scorn me… you were not the first to hurt me… there was another, and I cannot make him pay for his sins… anymore… so there is another that must. There is… another… Kane.
{Tara scoffed at the name.}
Tara Fenix: You wear your belt with pride… and you believe that because you have it… you are better. That… is a mistake. It’s time for the Kane family to finally pay for their sins. It’s time… for me… to bury… you. When I am done with the Kane family, Angel, make no mistake: I will finish my job with you. A son… for… a son. Hell hath no fury.
{Tara pinches the wick causing the light to go out, and just as soon as it goes out, the lights in the arena go back to normal and Tara is gone from the titantron.}
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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Nick Danger vs Scott Handsome
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{The bell sounds, and both Handsome and Danger charge to the middle of the ring! They take each other down with a clothesline, and both instinctively reach for the back of their heads as they bounce off the canvas; the adrenaline is pumping through both of them, and they quickly recover, with Danger being just a step quicker than Scott Handsome. Nick Danger connects with several knife edge chops while battling Scott Handsome back against the ropes! He sends him off with an Irish whip, and Handsome rebounds back with Nick Danger going for a back body drop, but Scott Handsome stops and kicks Nick Danger on the chest!}
Vasco Dias: There you go, there you go! Get some offense in, now!
Terri Morasco: Nick Danger is looking fired up tonight, but Scott Handsome is trying to extinguish that flame before it burns too hot.
{Scott Handsome backs against the ropes again, rebounding back and going for a clothesline -- Nick Danger ducks under, and catches Handsome with a crucifix roll up, and the referee counts: One! … Two! … Scott Handsome kicks out of it! Danger immediately gets up to his feet, and Handsome just a moment slow as he gets to one knee only to be taken down by Danger with a shining wizard! Danger makes the cover: One! … Two! … Scott Handsome kicks out!}
Terri Morasco: Nick Danger gets the near fall, twice, but Scott Handsome manages to stay alive.
Vasco Dias: You have to stop his momentum! You have to squash him! Squash it!
{Nick Danger is the first to his feet again, this time helping Handsome to his feet and connecting with a few uppercuts to keep Handsome dazed. Danger scoops Handsome up and looks to drop him with the Dark Eye Driver! Handsome struggles, throwing his weight every which way to counter, and Danger struggles to keep a hold of him -- Handsome manages to slide over his shoulders and turns it around, scooping Danger up now on his own. He parades around the ring as if to showboat, as Danger is now kicking to try to reverse it himself. Danger repeats the feat Handsome just accomplished and has him scooped up and in position to go for the Dark Eye Driver! He connects!}
Terri Morasco: Scott Handsome has not been able to get too much offense in. Nick Danger just on a roll tonight!
Vasco Dias: It is a rather strange feat to be watching. Nick Danger has been on the receiving end from Gods & Monsters lately, and he has called Locke out… perhaps trying to send a message?
Terri Morasco: And he’s looking to go for the cover!
{Nick Danger makes the cover: One! … Two! … Scott Handsome kicks out!}
Terri Morasco: But Nick Danger is still unable to attain that three count he’s been looking for. Scott Handsome is showing his own fight.
Vasco Dias: Well he better do something, and do it quick.
{Nick Danger anticipates Scott Handsome getting back to his feet, and rebounds off the ropes as soon as he does! He comes back going for the Danger Rebound -- Scott Handsome avoids it! Nick Danger has his back to Scott Handsome, and Handsome dives to connect with a chop block to the back of his knee! Danger falls to one knee, but is already trying to get up.}
Vasco Dias: Finally, we’re seeing some life out of Scott Handsome. Don’t let up!
Terri Morasco: It was going to be all over if Nick Danger landed that one.
{Danger is only able to stand on his feet for a second before getting scooped up by Handsome, and slammed down in the middle of the ring! Handsome immediately charges at the ropes and springboards off with the lionsault, and goes for the cover: One! … Two! Nick Danger is able to kick out!}
Terri Morasco: Scott Handsome with an impressive offense going against Nick Danger, and this could be what he needs to turn this match around.
Vasco Dias: He can’t let up. That’s the most important thing he has to remember. Do not let up!
{Handsome grabs Danger by the head and lifts him up beginning to pummel away several times until the referee tells him to watch the fists; Handsome nods his head, but sneaks in one more cheap shot! Handsome grabs Danger by the head and stands him up along with himself -- he immediately lifts him up and takes him down with a Manhattan Drop!}
Terri Morasco: Is that move still legal?
Vasco Dias: He was aiming for the inner thighs. It doesn’t count as a low blow. Although… if he misses…
{Handsome lifts Danger up and runs him back into the turnbuckle! Handsome begins to hook Danger’s legs to the ropes, successfully, and showboats to the crowd while calling for Lude Behavior!}
Vasco Dias: This one may not be protected.
Terri Morasco: Nick Danger is alert, and he is trying to get his legs free! He knows what’s coming!
{Handsome charges in! Danger gets one leg free, and drives his knee up to block his groin from the strike -- Handsome’s leg connects with his knee, and it seems to have done more damage to his own leg than anything else. Scott Handsome begins limping backward, holding his leg in pain; meanwhile, Danger gets his other leg free and charges forward to connect with a straight kick to Handsome’s abdomen! He pulls him in for a front headlock, and then lifts him up for a vertical suplex, and brings him down with Eagle Eye!}
Terri Morasco: Eagle Eye! Nick Danger’s finisher, and Scott Handsome may not have anything left in the tank!
Vasco Dias: I will give him credit for that recovery.
{Danger hooks the leg: One! … Two! … Three!}
Announcer: Your winner! By way of pin fall! NICK! DANGER!!!!!
{Nick Danger stands up and gets his arm raised by the referee! He celebrates his victory in the middle of the ring, but there’s murmurs going amongst one half of the crowd as there seems to be heavy movement throughout the fans…}
Vasco Dias: What’s going on? Are these fans starting a riot?
Terri Morasco: We may need to get security over -- wait… wait a minute. That’s Locke!
{Locke jumps over the barricade, and holds a finger to his lips to tell the crowd to hush; he slides into the ring as Nick Danger is still celebrating his victory and begins to stalk his prey -- Nick Danger turns to Locke to met with a stiff kick! Locke runs to the ropes and goes for Dirt on my Boots!}
Terri Moraso: NO! Locke taking the fight to Nick Danger! Is Gods & Monsters starting this fight with The Fateful Danger?!
Vasco Dias: WHAT?!
{Nick Danger is able to move out of the way, and he snaps back and goes forward to go for a superkick! Locke is also able to avoid the attack, and Nick Danger takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring and begin to go up the ramp as he shakes his head at Locke who is now at the ropes closest to the ramp, leaning over them… he pinches his fingers together, and shouts at Nick Danger.}
Locke: I almost had you! I almost had you!
{Nick Danger nods his head to Locke, but repeats the gesture.}
Nick Danger: And I almost had you!
{The two just glare at each other as the crowd is going crazy shouting to let them fight, but neither Nick Danger or Locke are ready to butt heads just yet.}
Vasco Dias: Well one of them is going to get hit by one of those moves when they finally do get into the ring with each other.
Terri Morasco: I think they’re itching for it, but they want it to be an actual match now.
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Who holds the Men's world title?
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{ We find Caroline Machado standing backstage, clad in her wrestling gear yet holding onto a microphone. She has a smile on her face as she begins to speak in English, albeit slowly and methodically. }
Caroline Machado: I am standing here with Imperial Men's World Champion -- and my fellow coach -- JJ!!
{ On cue, IWF Men's World Champion James Gilmore steps into the picture. He gets a good chuckle from Caroline playing a role he once played ten years ago. }
Caroline Machado: Now Coach JJ...the whole world wants to know how you feel after becoming champion for a second time.
James Gilmore: Ya know somethin' Crazy Carol...
{ James paused, adjusting the title so it can fit more comfortably on his left shoulder. }
James Gilmore: ...it's like, ya know, I got my own l'il time machine or somethin'. I feel like a kid again, yearnin' for the future while also rememberin' where I've been. There's a lot of emotions involved here...happy, sad, embarrassment, surprise. At the end of the day...I like to think that these emotions would lead me to bein' grumpy.
Caroline Machado: I don't like grumpy!
James Gilmore: Exactly! Point is...I ain't lettin' this title get into my head. The biggest mistake anyone can make is sayin' that this title makes ya better than anyone else, better than the Andrews or Spikes who won it before me, but here's the thing...this title ain't about me or what I did. It's about them, about people like you, Caroline...and how you all can be inspired to follow your own path, your own journey towards the top of the mountain. Anyone who wants a shot at this--?!
{ The Islander alum points to his belt. }
James Gilmore: Just give the word -- and like Denny's, I'm always open!
[ Caroline laughs. }
Caroline Machado: You watch too much TV...
James Gilmore: ...pffft, don't let yourself get distracted. Besides, you have a match, comin' up...next!
{ James pats Caroline on the shoulder before whistling a few bars of the Final Fantasy victory fanfare. }
Caroline Machado: Coach JJ, everyone! For a married spud, he's a straight-up kind of hunk...
{ Suddenly the tron lights up into life as Roberto Verona, Angel Blake and Dean Harper stand facing the camera with Verona shaking his head. }
Roberto Verona: No, no, no, I don’t think so, Gilmore.
{ The crowd boos. }
Roberto Verona: What did you think was going to happen here… you were gonna come out and play the hero… the valiant plucky little underdog? Well I’ve got news for you, this will not stand.
{ Verona looks back and forth between the men either side of him. }
Roberto Verona: Neither myself, nor the Powers That Be, can possibly stand idly by and allow fraud on this scale to stand.
{ Verona points at Gilmore’s belt. }
Roberto Verona: That belt… that was stolen! Every single word that has drained out of the vacuous void that is your mouth is a deceit. The fact that you want to stand here and declare yourself the World Champion not only sickens me, but is a bare face lie. You’re no champion, Gilmore. You can stand there and declare yourself a winner but the fact is, we’re all losers the longer we pretend to buy into this sham.
{ Verona turns to look at a IWF lacky, holding out his hand. The camera pans out to reveal the staff member holding the old IWF Imperial Championship in his hands, Verona reaches out and takes it, snatching it whilst glaring at the lacky who bails as quickly as possible. Roberto smiles, lifting up the belt, looking at it before turning his head back to Gilmore. }
Roberto Verona: You see this, Jimmy? This… this is a legitimate title. The truth is, I was robbed at Night of the Immortal of what was rightfully mine… and so were all of you. I am the reigning, defending, legitimate Imperial Champion and I have been since the day the former Board of Directors attempted to rob me of my rightful prize. I have spent every month, defending this prize on the independent circuit, retaining my legitimacy but now… when I see a thief standing in my ring calling himself the World Champion… I can’t stay silent any longer. I must stop the steal.
{ The crowd boos. }
Roberto Verona: That’s why, effective immediately, I am reinstating the IWF Imperial Championship. That little trinket around your waist… I regret to inform you is company property. You are nothing more than a common criminal, James.
{ Verona shakes his head. }
Roberto Verona: But I am a fair man. I won’t involve the authorities in this, so you have a choice. Seven days, Jimmy. You can either relinquish what is rightfully the property of IWF, or I will be placing a bounty on your head worth $1,000,000. It’s up to you, either you can admit that deceived everybody and we can let bygones be bygones…. Or…. Well.
{ Roberto smiles. }
Roberto Verona: The size of my bank balance will long outlast your ability to resist the reclamation of company property.
{ Verona turns to look at Dean Harper and Angel. }
Roberto Verona: Now if you forgive me, myself and my associates have more important things to do with our time. You wouldn’t understand, James, it’s… champions business.
{ The trio smile as Verona throws his title over his shoulder and the group place hands proudly on their championships as they walk away from the camera. }
Terri Morasco: How… how can he do this?
Vasco Dias: You heard him, he’s the legitimate Imperial Champion. He was never defeated, James Gilmore has simply forced his hand. We all know Gilmore is a thief, somebody had to prevent fraud and stop the steal.
Terri Morasco: This isn’t over… but will James Gilmore relent? From what I know about him… I have got a feeling Verona’s pockets will need to be deep.
{ Our scene begins to fade to a commercial break as James is rightfully furious as the crowd boo in support for their hero. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Caroline Machado vs Fate
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“You ain't from around here, are ya?
Well… I just got one question
Are you country enough?
Welcome to the country, baby!
Rowdy son of a bitch
Big boss of the backwoods!”
{ ...when as if on cue, Fate skips out as the first sentence is said. She waves behind her as Draco walks through. She looks excited as she runs down to the ring and slides in. Draco walks to the side of the ring and stares at her as she skips around and starts stretching. }
Terri Morasco: You got Fate set for one-on-one action!
Vasco Dias: I dunno about you, but I think Caroline might take your place on commentary!
"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: Maybe she ought to take your place at the announce table!
Vasco Dias: Me...!?! I'm a broadcast institution!
Terri Morasco: Only in your dreams...
[DING!]
Blue Shoes called for the bell to begin this match, and this nine minute long affair was an MMA fan's dream come true. Both women showcased their striking ability to great effect, trading two-counts as neither Caroline or Fate gained an advantage for the first five minutes. We're at the 5:30 mark, and Fate has managed to take control of the match. She brutally pounds on the less experienced Caroline with a pair of roundhouse kicks to her chest and head. She then grabs the Brazilian and proceeds to place her in a triangle choke! }
Terri Morasco: Submission hold locked in!
Vasco Dias: This could be the end!
{ Caroline gives it all she's got, fighting the hold as Blue Shoes looks on. Eventually, Machado uses her feet to squirm free of the hold and catch her breath. Fate is pissed and charges forward...only to eat a palm strike to the face for breakfast! Caroline grabs her opponent's left arm and twists her into a hammerlock takedown. Fate tries to fire off a back elbow, but Caroline is right there and ducks underneath; she then lands a headbutt, followed by a second, then finishes off the combo with a German suplex that gets her a two-count! }
Vasco Dias: Fate kicked out at the last second!
Terri Morasco: Who wants it more...?!
{ Caroline fires off a wild backfist that misses its mark, and Fate immediately tries to turn her sideways with her patented twister move called Entangled in Fate. Yet Machado senses the move and quickly counters, planting Fate to the mat with her signature Service Ace RKO and scoring the three-count! }
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SEGMENT
Team Diversity Hire has a response
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{The camera comes on to Nick and Nate backstage.}
Nick Hunter: Yo! I heard what you were saying, Team Daddy issues.
Nate Harris: Not like they were hiding it.
Nick Hunter: And you know what? You're on. Let's get that rematch for the belts. Fuck it.
Nate Harris: Kicked your ass once, looking forward to doing it a second time.
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SINGLES MATCH
Eternity vs Mandi Matthews
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{Mandi gives Eternity a hard fight but Eternity pins her for the three count.}
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Well howdy there pardner.