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Post by Jess Fowler on Feb 10, 2021 0:25:37 GMT
------------------------------------- SEGMENTGood luck ------------------------------------- { We open Sacrifice live as music plays through the arena and the camera pans around the fans going wild. Eventually we settle on the ring where Roberto Verona stands, Imperial Championship draped over his shoulder, in the middle of the ring with a microphone. He wait a moment, letting the noise die down before beginning to speak. }Roberto Verona: Tick, tockā¦. Tick, tockā¦ { Verona moves his hand back and forth. }
Roberto Verona: Youāre running out of time, James. This could have been so easy, you could have bent the knee, accepted your place in the food chain and allowed somebody truly deserving to carry this company into the futureā¦ but instead, you chose selfishness. { Verona shakes his head. }Roberto Verona: I always knew youād be stubborn, Gilmore. Itās in your nature, youāre a petulant little boy who always refuses to submit, even when it in his best interest to do so. You made your intentions quite clear so lets just cut through the formalities, youāre now a fugitive on the run from justice. Itās ironic, I thought somebody who stood up for what was right would do the right thing but here we areā¦ { Verona paces around the ring slowly. }Roberto Verona: Yet, as is always the case with you, thereās never one mouth the shut. Thereās always a chorus of imbeciles rising up to pontificate delusions and misdirections and lo and behold the loudest of which was the Arch Narcissist herself, Fiona McFly. { The crowd cheers. }Roberto Verona: Itās sad to see youāre all still so blind. Jess can, and will, explain it better than I butā¦ itās ok, I pity you all really, stuck in your Stockholm Syndrome, unable to accept your hero is a liar. Even when the spotlight was Jamesā¦ she couldnāt resist sticking her nose into things, loudly shouting and flailing for the attention she so desperately craves. She did what she does best, made everything about her and whatās worseā¦ she once again did it by lying to each and every one of you. { The crowd boos as Verona lifts up an eyebow. }Roberto Verona: Donāt believe me? Then feast your eyes on thisā¦
{ Verona raises his hand, bring it down as the sound of motors in the rafters kick in. The audience look up as suddenly a shower of leaflets begin to rain down into the crowd. Fans climb over one another to grab at them as Verona looks around the arena. }Roberto Verona: Here is a redacted copy of Fiona McFlyās contract with the Imperial Wrestling Federation to protect her privacy with one very specific detail available for you all to see. Fiona may enjoy lying on Twitter, hidden behind contractual anonymity to blur the lines between reality and fiction but the facts speak for themselves. { Verona cocks his head and turns around to walk across the ring. }Roberto Verona: Now, Iām fully aware of Miss McFlyās desire to take a sabbatical to discover herself like a sophomore and Iām a reasonable man. I wonāt force you to compete, Fiona, I wonāt book you in any matches, I wonāt schedule you for any appearancesā¦ but I sure as hell wonāt be paying you for the privilege. You can sit at home, in perfect comfort, manipulating your little cult of loyalistsā¦ { Roberto smiles wickedly. }Roberto Verona: But things are about to get a whole lot more uncomfortable for those you love. Weāre about to truly find out who you really care most about, yourself or those you pretend to want the best for. Later tonight I will have a very, very special announcement for your little protĆ©ge Caroline Machado and as for little Jimmy Gilmore? { Roberto raises his wrist and looks at his expensive watch, counting down with the fingers wrapped around the microphone. }Roberto Verona: 3ā¦.2ā¦.1. Effective immediately the one million dollar bounty is active on the head of James Gilmore for theft of company property and impersonation of a legitimate world champion. Now I am a reasonable man, I recognise youāve got that fighting passion in you Gilmore so to make this fairā¦ whoever successfully collects the bounty on your head and returns the IWF World Championship to an IWF official will automatically be entered into a match to determine the legitimate champion or able to elect a surrogate. If youāre still medically clear to compete, youāll be entered as well. { Verona grins again. }Roberto Verona: That isā¦ if they havenāt been a little too rough with you. In the process. { Verona looks into the camera, raising his hand to his face and looking side to side and mock whispering. }Roberto Verona: Now, between you and meā¦ I can officially announce James Gilmore has been barred from the arena this evening but as of next week he will be here and heyā¦ heās gotta live in between shows right? Why not see if you can pay him a little visit? Maybe catch up over a beerā¦ Good luck, James.
{ Verona drops the mic and climbs out of the ring as his music plays and he walks up the ramp, the Imperial Championship over his shoulder as we go to a commercial break before Sacrifice gets under way. }------------------------------------- SEGMENTWraith -------------------------------------
{The crowd is roaring over the latest contest, and excited to get the next part of the show to continue. While waiting, the lights happen to go offā¦ the arena is left in darkness for several long seconds, until they finally come back on as if nothing happened; however, standing inside the ring is almost the spitting image of a ghost.}
Terri Morasco: What theā¦?! Vasco Dias: ā¦ fuck?! Terri Morasco: Who is that?
{The man in the ring tilts his head back and forth, sneering, smiling, snarling, as the crowd is hushed; they are just as surprised as Terri Morasco and Vasco Dias were when he seemingly appeared inside the ring. The figure points up to the titantron which shows video footage of smoke rising from the bottom, moving upward; the smoke shifts and shapes into lettering spelling outā¦}
WRAITH. RETURNS. Vasco Dias: Wraith? Wraith? The name is familiar, but not in nearly twenty years! Wraith?! Terri Morasco: Do you care to elaborate? Vasco Dias: Now, now, let meā¦ let me reach out to my sources, and weāll find out who this is. If that is THE Wraith, and I donāt think it isā¦ he would have to be around forty or fifty. And this is just a damn kid!
{Wraith turns into a circle slowly, pointing out to the crowd who are mesmerized by his movement. He brings his thumb to his neck and slides it across his throat and the lights go back out. They come back up in roughly three seconds, and Wraith is gone.}Vasco Dias: I think weāre going to need the clean-up crew at some point... ------------------------------------ SINGLES MATCHKelvin Rivers vs Adel Travent ------------------------------------- {As āUptown funkā comes on, Adel starts strutting and dancing down to the ring in time to the music}Terri Morasco: Adel Travant is marching down to the ring in hopes of showing the newcomer to the Imperial Wrestling Federation the big leagues! Vasco Dias: Itās true. He is going to have his hands full; taking on a silver medalist in the Olympics, but this is still a whole different game! {Smoke and sparkler pyro lights up the top of the ramp as the opening bars of āChariots of Fireā by Vangelis reverberate around the arena. As the piano kicks in Kelvin Rivers makes his way slowly out from the back, his hands clasped behind his back.
He walks through the pyro, pausing at the top of the ramp, throwing his head back, eyes closed and taking a deep breathe through his nose. After a few seconds he flops forward in a flamboyant bowing motion. He holds that position for a few seconds before swinging back up and slowly making his way down the ramp to the ring, smirking at the fans as he does.
He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, walks to the middle of the ring and bows once again, then heads over to the referee to shake his hand.}Vasco Dias: A show of respect for our official. Props to the newcomer. Props. Terri Morasco: These two are known for their egos, so letās see who has theirs overinflated.
{Kelvin and Adel circle the middle of the ring, each one looking for an opening on their opponent; each competitor springs forward and clinches in the middle of the ring! Adel uses his slight strength advantage to try to power Kelvin back, but Kelvin manages to get his arm around Adelās head and put him into a side headlock!}Terri Morasco: Adel Travant is no stranger to technical wrestling, but Kelvin Rivers, the newcomer, showing his own superior ability. Vasco Dias: Kelvin Rivers has it properly applied, and Adel Travant is losing ground.
{Adel lands a couple weak shots to Kelvin Rivers, and backs them against the ropes; Adel aims to push Kelvin off from the headlock, but Kelvin slides down taking Adel with him and keeps the side headlock applied -- Adel manages to get back to his feet, and is still trying to get free from the side headlock.}Vasco Dias: Kelvin Rivers is refusing to let go of the simple headlock. Terri Morasco: Adel looks like heās already going for desperation, but at least he was able to get back up. Kelvin Rivers does not seem like the guy that you want to be on the ground with, but -- OH!
{Kelvin suddenly takes Adel down with a side Judo Throw, and comes down with a standing elbow drop, keeping his arm draped over him to go for a cover: One! Adel quickly lifts his shoulder from the mat.}Terri Morasco: A beautiful takedown! Vasco Dias: Kelvin knows where heās going to stay stronger against his opponent, and heās looking to exploit that.
{Kelvin creates some space between himself and Adel, as Adel rolls over onto his stomach and straightens his arms to push himself away from the canvas; Kelvin suddenly lunges forward and puts Adel into a front headlock! Adel flails his arms into the air trying to get free from the front headlock -- Adel manages to regain his composure, and despite being in the front headlock, gets up to his feet. Kelvin transitions from the front headlock to get behind Adel, and takes him over with a German Suplex!}Vasco Dias: Good transition. Good job keeping the momentum swinging in his own favor. Terri Morasco: This guy is demonstrating his ability for the world to see, and he could show himself a viable threat in the upcoming TV Title Battle Royale! Vasco Dias: Thereās going to be a lot of people entering that Battle Royale, and Ulf is sure going to have his hands full no matter who is eliminated in any particular order. You have to imagine Ulf is paying attention to anyone who has signed the sheet. Terri Morasco: And I hope he isnāt overlooking Kelvin Rivers here!
{Adel reaches an arm back trying to cling to his own back in pain, but is already up, and stumbling; Kelvin, already to his feet, stalks his opponent, and connects with a beautiful dropkick that sends him back into the ropes! Adel stumbles off the ropes again and this time Kelvin, again to his feet, gets his arms around him and takes him down with a belly-to-belly suplex! Kelvin stays over him for the cover: One! ā¦ Two! Adel gets his shoulder off the mat!}Terri Morasco: And a well placed dropkick, followed by another beautiful suplex! Vasco Dias: He is just picking him apart! {Kelvin gets to his feet, and stomps Adel several times! Kelvin positions Adel on the mat in front of one of the turnbuckles, then connects with a few more stomps, before finally climbing up to the middle rope -- he dives off with the Deadliest Rope Elbow Drop! Kelvin commits to a cover over Adel, albeit too close to the ropes: One! ā¦ Two! Adel is able to get one foot on the ropes!}
Vasco Dias: Do you think he knew that he was too close? Terri Morasco: He doesnāt appear to be too concerned, having had most of the offense throughout the match.
{Kelvin shakes his head to Adel, mouthing a few inaudible words to him, before getting up; he waits for Adel to get up, and Adel gets the vibe that he is being stalked -- he turns to Kelvin and aims for a clothesline! Kelvin ducks underneath, and gets one arm around him to keep Adel from getting too far, while driving his forearm into his lower back then quickly grabs him by the head and putting him into an inverted front headlock before finally hesitatingā¦}Vasco Dias: The two moves this guy lists is either Off With His Head, or St Georgeās Sleeper! Either one can come from this position, unless Adel can pull some magic here! Terri Morasco: Does he want the pin fall, or does he want to force a submission? Itās all up to him!
{Kelvin puts Adel Travant into the St Georgeās Sleeper and wastes no time -- he puts as much pressure into the hold as he can muster, as Adelās muffled scream can be heard! He doesnāt want to tap!}Terri Morasco: Adel Travant is trying to hit the ropes again, but this time Kelvin Rivers has him wisely placed in the middle of the ring! Vasco Dias: I think that if he were to drop him and put him into a grapevine, there would be no escape for himā¦ it takes a lot out of someone trying to drag what has become dead weight to the edge of the ring to try and get the rope break, because I donāt see too much of an escape with how he has it applied.
{Adel continues trying to get to the ropes! But he finally realizes itās futile, as Kelvin Rivers keeps the hold applied, and finally taps! Kelvin Rivers grunts as he still doesnāt release the holdā¦}Vasco Dias: Kelvin Rivers sending a message to the roster! Terri Morasco: He tapped! Adel Travant is tapping! Let go! Otherwise you might lose your first match by disqualification!
{The referee is calling for the bell, and shouting for Kelvin Rivers to release the hold -- Kelvin finally does, without incident, insisting that he did not realize that his opponent had tapped. āChariots of Fireā plays over the PA system as the referee is trying to check on Adel Travant, but Kelvin gives him a glare and commands the referee to raise his arm. The referee obliges.}Announce: Your winner! By way of submission! KELVIN! RIIIIIVEEEEEERRRRRSSSS!!!!! Vasco Dias: Well, when you are in the heat of the moment you sometimes donāt realize that your opponent has tapped out. Kelvin was smart to keep that hold applied until the bell sounds. Terri Morasco: Adel may be hurt thereā¦ the ego this guy has, heās not even letting the referee immediately check on Adel. {Kelvin holds his arms high moments after the referee has raised his arm, to celebrate his successful debut.}------------------------------------- SEGMENTAbigail responds to the triple threat for danger zone -------------------------------------
{Cut to Abigail stood in a private luxury locker room backstage at the Honda Center. A two-two thirds full water bottle in her hand, which she takes a long swig from. She has smoky pink 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 Womenās World Championship wrapped around her waist.
A moment to gather her thoughts before she sealed the water bottle again, the cap screwed tight as she speaks, calm, measured..}Abigail: I stand before you tonight still the IWF Womenās World Champion. Almost two hundred days into my reign, a stoneās throw away from achieving another significant career milestone. Now Iāll be the first to admit that my match against Virginia Stepanov at Metamorphosis didnāt go exactly the way I wanted, but I take some solace from the fact that it also didnāt go exactly the way Virginia was expectinā either. The end result left more questions than answers, anā the circumstances beinā what they are, I believe Fowler made the best and fairest call possible. Sure, itās a call that leaves me at a significant disadvantage at Danger Zone, but Iāve never complained about that kind of thing anā I see no reason ta start now... {A brief pause to breathe, slow and steady.}Abigail: Instead, I will do the exact same thing Iāve been doinā for several months now. The very same thing Iāve been doinā throughout my entire reign as Womenās World Champion so far, in fact and that is provinā myself. Provinā that I am so much more than my flesh anā blood, so much more than people expect. My back has been up against the wall for not only most of my career, but also most of my fuckinā life. So yeah, the next time I step inta the ring against Virginia anā Tara, the odds will be against me. But what else is fuckinā new? When have the odds ever truly been in my favour for anythinā? My whole fuckinā life has been one long fight against the odds. I have survived so much, includinā things that should have fuckinā killed me, but Iām still here. Iām still breathinā. Why? Because my name is Abigail anā I am a fuckinā survivor. At Danger Zone, I will prove the my critics wrong one more time. I will survive anā I will show the whole fuckinā world why I will be remembered as so much more than just another Womenās World Champion...
{Abigail takes a long, slow breath, the pause allowing her words to hang in the air for a few moments before we cut back to the rest of tonightās Sacrifice.}------------------------------------- SINGLES MATCH
Tytus Rost vs Phillip Deforrest
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{As āfinal countdown startsā Phillip walks heroricly from the back, strikes a pose, then runs into the ring to take his place in the ring}
Vasco Dias: Phillip Deforrest is out here, andā¦ you know whatā¦ heās got a lot of heart. A lot of heart. Iām pretty sure everyone else on the roster wanted to avoid this next guy.
Terri Morasco: We have a lot of fighters in the back, not many of them shy away from a challenge. And yeah, Tytus Rostā¦ another newcomer to the IWFā¦ looks like heās going to be one heck of a challenge for anyone on the rost. Heās got the size. Heās got the power.
{The crowd turns its attention toward the entrance area as the drumbeat of Even Horizon begins. āYou Are Black Holeā whispers through the speakers, sending a shiver up the spine of the collective audience. From behind the curtain steps Tytus Rost, his face like carved granite as he stares with cold eyes down to the ring.
As he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, Berrick OāMurphy comes bouncing out behind him pointing and yelling, being the literal hype-man for the big Russian.}
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Berrick OāMurphy, weighing three hundred and four pounds ā¦ from Mikhailovka, Russia ā¦ The Russian Lion ā¦ Tytus ā¦ Rost!
{Berrick stands in front of Tytus barking instructions at him all-the-while pointing down to the ring. Rostās upper lip curls in a sneer as he begins to move with purpose down the ramp with OāMurphy in tow. Making it to the ring, Berrick quickly scales the ring steps and climbs into the ring as Tytus stands on the floor and then leaps up to the apron in a show of agility for a man his size. He wipes his boots on the outside of the ring before stepping in through the ropes and joining OāMurphy in the center of the ring.}
Vasco Dias: Here he is! This is one guy I was looking forward to seeing this week! See what he can bring to the table for the IWF.
Terri Morasco: Over 300 pounds, might as well be a tank here! And he is ready to make his debut!
{Berrick OāMurphy Jr. is hooting and hollering to cheer on his client, Tytus Rost, for his debut in the Imperial Wrestling Federation. The bell sounds as Tytusās and Phillipās eyes lock for a brief moment, and Tytus explodes out of the corner with an immediate Event Horizon! The attack caused Berrick to pump his fist in the air and look over at Vasco and Terri at ringsideā¦}
Berrick OāMurphy Jr.: Is that the best youāve got? Is that the best youāve got?!
Vasco Dias: Tytus Rost hits Phillip Deforrest immediately with Event Horizon, and could make very quick work. And his manager, Berrick, is all smiles thinking thatās going to be a sign of things to come going forward in the IWF.
Terri Morasco: This guy is about the size of a tank compared to Phillip Deforrest, and he justā¦ he had no defense for that.
{Tytus is already back up, but shakes his head indicating that heās not doneā¦ he leans down to grab Phillip by the head and force him to his feet. Tytus has him up, and scoops Phillip before putting him on his shoulder -- Tytus begins charging forward to go for a Running Powerslam; however, Phillip slides down from his back and shoves Tytus into the corner! Tytus covers his chest, and turns to face his opponent. Phillip begins throwing forearm shots wherever he can land them, and Tytus covers himself up.}
Terri Morasco: Phillip doing all he can, but it does not appear to be phasing this guyā¦ he is trained in MMA, and knows how to defend himself against most brawlers.
Vasco Dias: And he is wisely conserving that energy, and allowing Phillip Deforrest to expend his.
{Phillip continues throwing wild strikes, and Tytus finally sees an opportunity; he ducks under one wild strike and circles to the opposite side -- Phillip turns to face him and is shoved back into the corner, and Tytus immediately closes the gap beginning to deliver elbows, knees, fists, and kicks to Phillip in the corner! He does his best to cover up, but not as well as Tytus Rost did. Tytus now grabs Phillip and takes him over with a biel throw! The throw causes Berrick to leap into the air already in a celebration!}
Vasco Dias: Tytus is showing off his strength with that throw! He nearly threw him to the other side of the ring!
Terri Morasco: Phillip was looking good for a moment, but Tytus regains the upperhand.
Vasco Dias: Phillip never really had the edge in the first place. Thereās a time to defend, and a time to attack, and Tytus knew that!
{Berrick jumps onto the apron, perhaps a bit too excited, mistakenly distracting the refereeā¦}
Referee: Get down! Get down, or get out!
{Berrick immediately drops from the apron, and holds his hands in the air indicating he meant no harm. Phillip is back to his feet, and turns around to see what would best be described as a train coming his way! In desperation, Phillip dives and connects with a spear! He goes for a quick cover: One! ā¦}
Berrick OāMurphy Jr.: Oh no! Donāt let him get two! NOT TWO!
{The referee is bringing his arm down to count for two, but before he can, Tytus Rost tosses Phillip Deforrest into the air a few feet, and immediately rolls over. Phillip lands on his knees and looks at Tytus is already getting up to his feet.}
Berrick OāMurphy Jr.: I love it! LOVE IT! Is that all youāve got?!
Terri Morasco: Berrick is absolutely loving what Tytus Rost is doing.
Vasco Dias: Tytus Rost throws Phillip Deforrest off of him like heās nothing more than a sack of potatoes!
{Phillip charges at Tytus just as he is standing up, and Tytus calculates it and lifts Phillip up and drives him down with a spinebuster! Tytus rolls Phillip up for a cover: One! ā¦ Two! ā¦ Phillip is able to kick out!}
Berrick OāMurphy Jr.: Stay down, Phillip! Just stay down! You canāt compete!
Vasco Dias: I think Berrick is warning him wisely to stay down, but Phillip has never been a quitterā¦
Terri Morasco: No matter what you throw at him, he always seems to get back up.
{Tytus wastes no time getting back to his feet, and Phillip tries to get upā¦ on his ownā¦ but is interrupted by Tytus grabbing him by his head and pulling him near to a front headlock; Phillip throws out a few desperate shots trying to stop the attack, and finally drops down to connect with a jawbreaker! Tytus holds his jaw, not in too much pain, just more inconvenienced; Phillip springs to his feet, and rushes at the far ropes to gain momentum as he charges back at Tytus Rost, only to be caught with Ursa Major! Tytus looks to make the cover, but his manager leans into the ring a bit and wags his finger at him.}
Berrick OāMurphy Jr.: Oh no! Not yet!
Vasco Dias: Phillip can barely get up, but I guessā¦ itās not about the victory anymore.
Terri Morasco: He wants to put the IWF on notice. We donāt have many large men here, so Tytus Rost mayā¦ just be itā¦
{Tytus grabs Phillip by the arm, and almost rips it off as he forces him to stand to his feet; Tytus hits him with Rasputinās Will!}
Terri Morasco: That nearly took his head off!
Vasco Dias: THAT showed his power right there!
{Berrick nods his head to Tytus indicating for him to finish the match, as Tytus puts all his weight down on the shoulders of Phillip Deforrest to make the cover: One! ā¦ Two! ā¦ Three!}
Announcer: Your winner! By way of pin fall! TYTUS! ROSSSSSTTTTTTT!!!!!
{Tytus gets to his feet at the same time that Berrick is already in the ring -- the referee goes to raise Tytusās arm in the air, but Berrick practically shoves the referee aside, as he takes his arm and parades around the ring holding Tytusās arm into the air with one hand, as his other points to him.}
Berrick OāMurphy Jr.: Your winner! Your winner! Pay attention!
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Dark Triad
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{Backstage, in a dimly lit room, Jessica Reed, Eternity and Rowan stand united. Jessica in the middle, Eternity, wearing a hot pink ā#NoGrumpyā Caroline Macado shirt, combined with her more standard white skirt and stripy knee high socks, to her left and Rowan to right. Jessica speaks firstā¦}
Jessica Reed: You know, I always knew sheād do this. Ducking responsibility to go play the victimā¦ granted I never predicted sheād become the Terminator, but here we are.
Eternity: Dun-dun dun-dun dun...Appropriate given that franchise is also a shambling corpse they keep trying to bleed value out of but nobody wants to see it or acknowledge the latest chapter of her ridiculous saga. Weāll be back...we always come backā¦
Rowan: It is natural for the weak to flee fire and death. Perhaps she has learned her lesson at last, that only one fate awaits her when she stands against meā¦? No. The creature is incapable of such nuances as the ability to learn.
{Eternity titters.}
Jessica Reed: Fiona is incapable of learning, this is just another in a long line of scams to delude everybody into believing sheās the victim, the poor little heroine being bullied by the big bad wrestling federationā¦ but if she wants to hideā¦
Rowan: Then I will savor the looks in the eyes of her friends and students as they realize that she has abandoned them to the fate that should have been hers. Their pain, Fiona, is your fault.
{Eternity sniggers, as if trying to control her laughter. Though nobody else seemed to know quite what was so funny to her in the moment.}
{ Suddenly Roberto Verona walks in from the side of the camera as the audience boos loudly. }
Roberto Verona: Ladiesā¦ donāt start the party without me, I didnāt want to miss this opportunity. I have the perfect opponent for you all. Next week on Sacrifice, weāll throw our own little gauntletā¦ so to speak. The three of you versus the one of Caroline Machado.
{ Roberto smiles. }
Roberto Verona: Happy hunting.
{Eternity giggles and then bursts into fits of laughter, pointing at her t-shirt, before the scene cuts abruptly to somewhere else.}
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SINGLES MATCH
1k RP Word Limit
Xavier āXā Zion vs Almir Sayed
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{ The lights shut off as the initial string of horns from āSimon Saysā echos throughout the venue now entirely devoid of light. As the horns begin to stop and the snares indicate the beat drop the black shifts to a strong red, illuminating the faces of all those in attendance. Xavier emerges as always with a singular focus. Maybe a single high five is given; this is a business trip. He grips the twine of the rope as fireworks leap out of their foxholes from each turnbuckle. First blue, than red, the white again. He enters the ring and circles it, cutting the square in half. As he stretches himself out on the ropes in is corner he locks eyes with his opponent and begins to stalk. }
Terri Morasco: Xavier Zion, one of five new members to our roster, will go one-on-one against a former StrongStyle Champion in Almir Sayed!
Vasco Dias: Hrmm...I'll give the new guy three minutes, four minutes tops.
{ āSnake Charmerā by Annon Domini begins to play as Haseem steps out through the curtain to boos from the live audience. }
Haseem: It is my honor, my privilege, my sacred duty to introduce to you the MONEY MAKER!!! ALMIR!!! SAYED!!!
{ With that, Almir steps out through the curtain with arms thrown out and his head held back. The crowd boos him like crazy as he looks out with a smile. Together the two men head down the ramp and toward the ring. Haseem runs ahead to hold down the second rope for his companion. Almir enters the ring and drops to his knees in the center, arms out as Haseem demands the crowd respect him! }
Terri Morasco: You don't think Xavier will last long against Almir?!
Vasco Dias: He's in a lose-lose situation anyway...
[DING!]
{ Blue Shoes called for the bell, and early on...it looked like Vasco's prediction was coming to fruition. Almir started off fast against the inexperienced Xavier, surprising him with a flying forearm off the ropes! Once on the deck, Almir went to work on Zion with an armbar before pulling him up to his feet and executing a flawless vertical suplex, followed by a quicker snap variety. With a smile on his mug from ear to ear, Almir attempts to go for a crossface...but Xavier quickly gets his hand on the bottom rope to force a break. }
Vasco Dias: I told ya, Terri!
Terri Morasco: Let's not get your hopes up, bub...
{ Terri was right, as it turned out...because this match lasted for a solid ten minutes! We're four minutes in and Xavier shows Almir some of his MMA prowess, landing some swift kicks to the ribs before flipping him head over heels with a pair of vertical suplexes of his own. After hitting Sayed with a short-armed lariat, Zion goes for a pin but gets a two-count -- even as he was holding onto the bottom rope for extra leverage! While Blue Shoes didn't see that, he spotted Haseem jumping up on teh apron and immediately ejected him from ringside like an umpire in baseball! Xavier smiles as Haseem departs....only for that to be a mistake as Almir dumps him over the top rope and onto the floor! }
Vasco Dias: Big mistake by tne noob!
{ On the outside, Almir sends Xavier crashing into the safety rail as Blue Shoes counts both men! Almir tries to send the rookie into the crowd with a clothesline but winds up eating a boot to the face for dinner instead! Zion quickly dumps Almir back into the ring and goes for a trio of German suplexes...which get him an extremely close two-count! Almir reverses Xavier's attempt at shooting him into the corner by turning him sideways with his patented Pay Dirt Impaler DDT...only to get a count of two as well! Almir is barking at Blue Shoes as he holds up the dreaded two fingers! }
Terri Morasco: Now who's making the big mistake...!?!
{ Blue Shoes tells Almir to turn around, to which he does so...and is immediately plastered in the schnozz by Zion's SUPERKICK! Almir is laid out, spread-eagle in the middle of the ring as Zion covers and gets the three-count! }
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SEGMENT
Gods and Monsters want the Fateful Danger in a match
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{The camera goes back out to the arena, and with no hesitation, āThe Devil Donāt Sleepā by Brantley Gilbert plays over the PA system and Locke steps out from behind the curtains in a more casual look; he is still wearing his hat, and his coat, as he strides to the center of the stage and looks out at the crowd. He gets a cheer from the crowd and smirks while walking briskly down to the ring and doesnāt waste any time getting into it. He is given a microphone by one of the ring crew and he calls for the music to cutā¦}
Vasco Dias: Locke is stepping out here, after he almost took Nick Danger out last week.
Terri Morasco: To be fair, Nick Danger almost got the upper hand on him, but it did end in a draw.
Locke: Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen! Let me introduce all yāallā¦ TO THE MONSTER!
{The lights flicker in the arena, flashing rapidly. When they snap back on, Abraxes is standing next to Locke, chest heaving as he glares bafully out at the crowd.}
Vasco Dias: Gods & Monsters standing in the ring, and I think we do need to hear them out.
Terri Morasco: I donāt know if we have much of a choice. Locke has the microphone.
{Locke walks slowly inside of the ring, and looks to the nearby camera.}
Locke: I hadā¦ a major announcementā¦ that I was ready to make to the world, but I think thatās gonā have to wait, ahāright? Let me focus on what is present. What is the truth. The truth is that we have two people holdinā on to the IWF World Tag Team Championships that are doinā nothinā but avoidinā us! But even they are smart enough to keep our names out of their mouthsā¦
{Locke sniffles and scratches the bridge of his nose. His eyes falter while doing so, looking blankly down for a couple seconds. When he does raise his head, he resumes speaking.}
Locke: Smart boys. But whoās not too smart, much to the dismay of all yāall: Nick Danger! The Fateful Danger! Yāsee, it was mainly thatā¦ Nick Dangerā¦ Nickā¦ Dangerā¦ dug this hole for the rest of the Fateful Danger, anā he got them in trouble by lettinā our names escape his lips! Anā then what? What do you do, Nicky? You hide away. But yāsee, this is the Imperial Wrestlinā Federation. This is a place for competition! Right? Right?
{Locke nods his head a few times.}
Locke: So, in the spirit of competitionā¦ I feel that we can knock out two birds with one stone, ahāright? So hear me out! Gods. And. Monsters. We want to fight the Fateful Danger! Stop! Protectinā them from us! Put us in the ring, anā let us settle it once anā for all!
{There are mixed reactions from the crowd, and Locke hands the microphone off to Abraxes.}
Abraxes: The Almighty and His son. Perhaps this is true. Perhaps you are the Lord God. I have not yet been convinced. Show yourself to me, Almighty One. Prove yourself against the might of one of the Fallen. Strike me down, if you are able. If not, I shall rend your bones and let all in the pit know how far He has fallen.
{Abraxes holds the microphone back out to Locke, who takes it and locks his gaze with the nearby camera.}
Locke: Tonightā¦ yāall are hidinā... yāall are safe. Becauseā¦ yāwanna know somethinā? We aināt gonā attack you.
{Locke sniffles, and shakes his head.}
Locke: We aināt gonā tarnish that match that yāall are havinā with The Union of Jobbers! But mark my words, Fateful Dangerā¦ you listenā¦ and you listen wellā¦ we see you for what you are to us. A pitstop. A stop that we must take to get back on our path to becominā the Tag Team Champions! Takinā those shiny belts from The Powers That Be! Anā then make damn sure they know that we are the true Gods and Monsters that run this place!
{Locke drops the microphone and the duo leave up the ring with the absence of either one of their theme songs.}
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Violent Tendencies vs The Disciples
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{ 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 Disciples and Lucian Crosse in full, gazing into the crowd and taking in their reaction - Lucian as he spreads his arms wide as though welcoming the audience to a religious service. }
Alison Valance: Introducing first... coming down the aisle... weighing in at a total combined weight of three hundred eighty-one pounds... The Disciples!
{ The Disciples walk slowly to the ring as Lucian stands at the top of the stage with his arms spread until the lights of out, leaving the Disciples to do his dark work. }
Vasco Dias: I'm a betting man, Morasco- and never in a million years would I have bet money on these guys turning out to be Ferriman and Matthews.
Terri Morasco: They've certainly done a complete one-eighty since joining Lucian, Nick and their Church.
Vasco Dias: Maybe Lucian and Nick should open a wrestling school? If they can turnaround these guys careers, that's one hell of an advertisement. If you're a new student going there though, just make sure you let three friends known where you are. I've heard... things.
Alison Valance: And their opponents...
{ 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. }
Alison Valance: Introducing first... making his way down the aisle... standing six feet and four inches tall... and weighing in at two hundred forty-six pounds... The Maniac Chris Diamond!
{ 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 heās watching a head fly before casually leaning back onto a set of turnbuckles. }
Alison Valance: And his tag team partner...
{ 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. }
Alison Valance: Coming down the aisle, being accompanied by Portia... standing six feet and two inches tall... and weighing in at two hundred ninety-eight pounds... The King of Clubs... Stephen Terrella!
{ 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. }
Terri Morasco: The Disciples have a rather large obstacle in front of them here in the form of Diamond and Terrella. As a betting man, who do you have in this match, Vasco?
Vasco Dias: Tough question. I love Diamond and Terrella; and I respect Nick Knight and Lucian, and the work they've put in with the Disciples to mold them into better competitors. I'm not picking here.
Terri Morasco: Way to dodge the question.
Vasco Dias: What do you want from me, Morasco? If I pick Violent Tendencies, the Disciples might drag me off to a compound somewhere. If I pick the Disciples, Violent Tendencies might find me in the parking lot later. Unlike James Gilmore, I've been around this business long enough to know you don't make enemies out of powerful people who can do bad things to you.
{ The action starts off fast and furious, with both teams attempting to jump each other before the bell. Diamond and Matthews pair off, and Terrella and Ferriman begin to do battle on the other side. Ferriman blasts Terrella with a running knee lift, and quickly follows up with a European Uppercut. Diamond lays in some right hands on Matthews, and throws him into the corner with a Double Choke Toss. Terrella fires back on Ferriman with a hard headbutt, and shoves him over the top rope by the throat. Matthews blocks a right hand attempt by Diamond, and stuns the Maniac with a Spinning Backfist. The opening allows Matthews to hop on the second turnbuckle and rock Diamond with a diving kick to the face. }
{ Terrella follows Ferriman to the floor, ramming him back first into the apron three times, and hard. Meanwhile, in the ring, Matthews hits Diamond with a Springboard Flying Forearm. Matthews follows up with a lightning quick running knee flush with the Maniac's jaw. Back on the outside, Terrella rams Ferriman's head into the steel ring post. Terrella places Ferriman's head against the post, and applies a modified type of sleeper with the aid of the post, just squeezing the back of Jack's head into the unforgiving steel. }
Terri Morasco: Blue Shoes has his hands full with this one! Terrella is just punishing Ferriman with that illegal use of the post!
Vasco Dias: He's going to pop his head like a grape!
{ Matthews comes to the aid of his partner, diving off of the apron with a leaping kick to Terrella, sending the King staggering backward into the barricade. Jayson quickly checks on Jack, and then starts to put the boots to Terrella. After taking a moment to recover, Jack joins in. The two mercilessly stomp away on Terrella, only stopping so they can double team him by ramming him spine first into the steel ring post. Matthews rolls under the bottom rope, and straight into a pump kick from Diamond! Ferriman goes to the apron as Portia comes over to check on Terrella. With some semblance of order in place, Blue Shoes calls for the opening bell! }
Vasco Dias: Here we go!
Terri Morasco: Diamond is all over Matthews now, just clubbing him over the back with some heavy shots!
{ The Maniac gives Matthews a quick thumb to the eye, drawing a stern lecture from Blue Shoes. He delivers Matthews into Violent Tendencies' corner with a T-Bone suplex. He tags in Terrella, and the two begin to double team Matthews. Diamond locks Matthews in a reverse Masterlock, wrenching backward on Jayson's chin and neck; whilst Terrella delivers a series of his "Body Shot" punches to Jayson's kidney area for as long as possible before disqualification. Diamond releases the hold and steps out. Terrella drags Jayson up off the canvas, and drives him back down with a punishing Spinebuster. Terrella can be heard shouting at Matthews to, "get the fuck up". Terrella drops down and starts raining down left-handed punches on Jayson's head. Terrella goes to the eyes, digging his fingers into Jayson's eye socket. He pulls Matthews up by the nostrils, drawing an admonishment from Blue Shoes. Matthews is whipped into the Violent Tendencies' corner, and Terrella starts burying his knee into Jayson's abdominal area. Terrella tags out to Diamond. }
Terri Morasco: Violent Tendencies have isolated Matthews, and they are really working him over in their corner.
Vasco Dias: That's their M.O., Morasco. It's not pretty, but it's effective.
{ Terrella chokes Jayson with the tag rope while Diamond measures and delivers a straight right hand into Jayson's mouth. The Maniac delivers a Press Slam over his knee on Matthews, causing Jayson's body to recoil. Portia walks over so the camera can audibly pick her up saying, "Someone tell Mandi we found her brother, and he doesn't look so good." Diamond leans on the ropes, smirking at the crowd. He begins jaw-jacking with Ferriman a bit, as the two exchange some unpleasantries. The opening proves just enough to allow Matthews to surprise Diamond with a superkick! The Maniac crashes backward, and Jayson dives for the tag to Ferriman! }
Terri Morasco: We have a tag!
Vasco Dias: Ferriman is coming in fresh and rested!
{ Jack comes in and delivers a German Suplex to Diamond! Terrella comes in illegally to intervene and gets caught with a running knee lift. Ferriman drops a knee right on Diamond's forehead, and then begins to work over Diamond's left leg with a surgical precision. Ferriman applies an ankle lock submission on Diamond, filling the Maniac's face with anguish. Portia climbs on the ring apron, drawing the referee's attention. Terrella takes the opportunity to grab the ring bell from the timekeeper's table and attempt to make his way into the ring. Jack spots it, releasing the hold. Before Terrella can enter, however, Matthews races over and drags him down off the apron by the ankle, sending him face-first into the apron. Matthews then drops Terrella with a superkick, quick as a cat.}
Terri Morasco: Excellent awareness there from the Disciples, Vasco. Portia's distraction got Diamond out of the hold, but the Disciples have kept control.
Vasco Dias: Which shows the influence Crosse has had on this duo. A year ago, Terrella probably would have splattered Ferriman's brains all over the canvas and we'd be talking about the next match. These Disciples though, they're working as a well-oiled machine now.
Terri Morasco: It's apparent both have a newfound sense of belief in themselves, and each other.
{ Ferriman puts the boots to Diamond. He leads him over to the Disciples' corner by the hair, where Jayson is waiting for a tag. They both team up to deliver a clothesline on Diamond, flooring him. Matthews uses his speed and quickness to follow up with a tornado DDT on a hobbled Diamond. Jayson shoots a cover, but Diamond kicks out on the two! Matthews waits, and as Diamond tries to rise, Jayson strikes with another spinning backfist. Jayson tags out to Jack, and Ferriman comes in and executes a strong headbutt, followed up by a gut stomp. Ferriman sets himself on the ready, looking for a spear. Diamond rises, Jack charges, but Diamond puts a knee up to absorb some of the blow. Both men are fallen, and the referee begins a standing 10 count. }
Vasco Dias: Heads up counter by Diamond there, Morasco. That's the experience that comes with age. He took some punishment, but this way so did Ferriman.
Terri Morasco: Someone needs to make it to their feet now before the referee reaches ten. Ferriman is stirring. So is Diamond a bit.
Vasco Dias: It looks like Ferriman is going to crawl for Diamond's ankle, and Diamond is going to break for the corner!
{ After a moment, Diamond shakes Ferriman's hand from his ankle, reaching Terrella in the corner. Terrella comes in and just bulldozes the smaller Ferriman. Matthews comes in and attempts a huricanrana, but Terrella is too powerful. He catches Jayson on the attempt, walking him over to the corner and powerbombing him on the top turnbuckle. Terrella spits on Matthews on the canvas, and then proceeds to flip him off. The King has his attention on the wrong man, however, as Ferriman remains legal. This allows Ferriman to come up from behind and deliver a stomp to the back of Terrella's surgically repaired right knee. Jack tries for a German Suplex, but Terrella blocks. More agile, Jack changes plan and goes back to the knee with more kicks, felling the big man. }
{ Jack goes to work, stretching the leg and stomping at Terrella's knee. He places Terrella's leg on the canvas, hammering away at it with a series of clubbing blows. Jack starts to pull at the brace, trying to remove it. Terrella flails at him wildly, but Ferriman persists. Terrella goes for Jack's eyes, tearing at them in desperation. This forces some separation. Portia complains to the official from the outside about Ferriman's actions. Terrella looks over at Portia, pointing to his boot behind the official's back. }
Vasco Dias: Terrella might be hurt, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: It was a quick assault. I'm not sure.
{ Diamond appears 'in' on the communication, as he tries to enter the ring illegally. Blue Shoes backs him off, and the Maniac starts ripping into him. Portia takes off her shoes and throws one of them into Terrella, who musters up enough to stand and blast Ferriman with the heel of it in his eye area. Jack goes down, his hands over his eye. Terrella quickly dumps the heel outside. }
Vasco Dias: That was genius! They ran that play like a legendary Quarterback who just won another Superbowl!
Terri Morasco: That was cheating is what it was!
Vasco Dias: This isn't a Boy Scout meeting, Morasco. I applaud it.
{ Matthews begins yelling at the official. Portia mocks him from across the ring. Terrella hobbles over and tags Diamond. The Maniac starts to go to the top. Terrella grabs Ferriman, and hoists him up on his shoulders in an Electric Chair Position. Having seen enough, Matthews hops down and grabs a steel folding chair. He slides into the ring and plasters Terrella across the back with it. Terrella crumbles. Matthews dishes out a shot to Diamond, knocking him off the top rope. The official quickly calls for the bell. }
Terri Morasco: Do you applaud that, too?!
Vasco Dias: I mean it's going to go down as a clear Disqualification, but yeah, I do. Why not? You fight fire with fire.
{ Matthews slams the chair down and checks on Ferriman as Terrella rolls to the outside where Portia tends to him. }
Alison Valance: The winners of the match by disqualification... Violent Tendencies!
{ Terrella is fuming, but Portia holds him back, saying, "Not now, baby" over-and-over. Diamond stares down the Disciples on the other side, clearly irate himself. Ferriman sits up, holding one hand over his eye as Matthews stands strong behind him, daring Violent Tendencies to re-enter the ring. }
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SEGMENT
Nick Knight wants the IWF World Television Championship back
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{The scene opens inside the Cathedral of Crosse. The man known far and wide as Lucifer Crosse stands behind the famed Lectern of Bones. He is dressed in a three piece custom suit complete with skull shaped pinky ring, but the look on his face does not match his fancy threads. No, the look on his face is one of slow burning rage.}
Ulf Hednir you have something that belongs to The Church of Crosse. That golden belt that you wear around her waist is an unholy relic to be worshipped not some toy to be paraded around by some heathen. It was five months ago that āThe First Apostleā won that belt away from the once great Nighthawk and it was then āThe Unholy Sonā that took it from him and for the first time placed it in its rightful place upon this alter, where it truly belongs.
You stole what is rightfully ours and we will be coming to get it back. So make sure your doors are always locked and never walk alone, because you never know when one of my children will be lurking in the shadows. You never know if one my children is preparing your meal when you go out to eat watched one of my sermons before work and slipped a little something into your meal. You don't even know whether or not the person next to you in the locker room has a black mask in their luggage. I mean who expected Brother Jack and Brother Jayson where The Disciples. All you know Ulf is that you are a dead man walking.
Brother Nicky would you like to say a few words.
{Knight takes his place at the lectern and begins to slow clap}
Congratulations Ulf and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. There arenāt too many guys out there that can say they got lucky enough to hit āThe Hollywood Butcherā right on the button and put him down. That's where the old phrase puncher's chance comes from you know. A guy that really has no business winning the fight, but he has enough power that if lands that one shot he can put his opponent down. That's what happened at Meta Ulf, you threw your best shot and got lucky.
When you've been around this business as long as I have you figure out that luck just doesn't last. You got me once Ulf, but I guaran-damn-tee you'll never get me again. So name a date, name a time, hell name a stipulation; none of it's going to matter because that belt is coming back home.
Reach out and touch faith.
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Evan Albrecht just wants it
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{A camera gets suddenly puleld to frame Evan in shot, a slight smirk on his face.}
"We're not done, That belt is mine. You get the benefit of a warnin' Hednir."
{He starts to step awayform the camaera arms spreading wide and grinnign with that feral smile}
"Hunts on."
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Union of Jobbers vs The Fateful Danger (Draco and Nick)
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{The Union of Jobbers decide amongst themselves who is going to start the match; meanwhile, The Fateful Danger, Draco Wolfe and Nick Danger, play a game of rock, paper, scissors to determine. Danger and Gibberg are the two to start. The referee walks to the center of the ring, asking both teams if they are ready as Wolfe and Thunder Sid step out to their respective corners, and just as the referee readies to call for the bellā¦ āThe Devil Donāt Sleepā by Brantley Gilbert plays over the PA system.}
Terri Morasco: What is this? Locke? Are Gods & Monsters coming out here?
Vasco Dias: They did say earlier that they wanted to get in the ring with them, so they knew they would be here.
{The referee is pointing at Locke, asking why he is hereā¦}
Referee: What is it? You have no business here! Get out of here!
Locke: I mean no harm! I mean no harm!
{Nick Danger is pointing at Locke, demanding that he gets out of here but Locke shakes his head.}
Locke: Iām not gonā get involved! Donāt worry!
{Locke walks around the ring to the commentating table and takes a seat besides Vasco Dias, removes his hat, and puts the headset on.}
Locke: Check. Check. One. Two. Testinā, testinā.
Vasco Dias: Loud and clear.
Terri Morasco: Check.
Locke: Perfect! Now, letās get this show underway! Sound the bell, ref! Sound it!
{The referee eyes Locke a moment longer, but then resumes to ask Nick Danger and Gibberg if they are ready for the match to start. Both competitors nod, and the referee sounds the bell! Danger and Gibberg charge at each other, and Danger takes Gibberg down with a clothesline! Danger quickly lifts Gibberg back to his feet and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip; on the rebound, he takes Gibberg over with a hip toss, and immediately drops for a quick cover: One! ā¦ Two! Gibberg kicks out!}
Locke: Boy howdy, look at that NICK. DANGER. Heās really puttinā some work on Gibberg right there, while heās hidinā, Iāll tell you, heās HIDINā and AFRAID of Gods & Monsters, anā itās for a damn good reason.
Vasco Dias: Abraxes is known for ripping people apart, so I canāt say that heās wrong in his decision.
Terri Morasco: I donāt think heās hiding from you guys at all, he just doesnāt control who is fighting who on any given night.
Locke: All heās gotāa do is see Mr. Verona anā tell us heās up for the challenge.
{Gibberg sits up, and Danger is up; he charges against the ropes to rebound and connects with a shining wizard! Danger drags Gibberg to The Fateful Danger and makes the tag to Draco Wolfe; the referee is telling Danger to get out of the ring, but Danger makes good use of his free four seconds holding Gibberg in an abdominal stretch as Wolfe brings down a crushing axe handle smash!}
Locke: That is one big fella, but simple fact is the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Anā Iāll tell ya, when Abraxes anā I step into the ring with them: he is goinā to fall!
Terri Morasco: You said you had something to share earlier. What is it?
Locke: No rush, darlinā.
Vasco Dias: These two are demonstrating good teamwork. Keeping to their corner. Keeping the fresh man in. Cut the ring in half. Thatās how you control the tag team department.
{Draco shoves Gibberg back into the corner and connects with a large overhand chop! Gibberg tries to cover up, but Draco pushes him back against the corner and holds his arm out of the way as he connects with a second overhand chop! Draco drives his knee into his abdomen and makes the tag back to Danger.}
Locke: Look at these two, tryinā to show off.
Vasco Dias: I mean, we canāt count out Gibberg or Thunder Sid -- who is desperate to get into the ring -- out, completely.
Terri Morasco: But so long as they are keeping Gibberg in their corner, I donāt see it happening!
{Danger gets into the ring and runs to the far ropes, as Draco holds Gibberg against the corner as Danger comes back and connects with a front dropkick! Draco tosses Gibberg to the canvas, and steps out onto the apron: Danger climbs the rope and comes off with a 450 Splash! He immediately hooks the leg: One! ā¦ Two! ā¦ Th--Gibberg is able to kick out!}
Locke: Boy, this is startinā to get goodā¦ I havenāt got the clue how Gibberg is taking this much abuse anā still standinā. This is some kindāa record? Like a personal best?
Vasco Dias: It could be, but Danger needs to keep him down and keep that offense going. Thunder Sid canāt stand back the entire time.
Terri Morasco: Gibberg needs to get him into this one if they want any chance of winning!
{Gibberg rolls onto his stomach and is crawling to Thunder Sid, who has his arm outstretched! The crowd is cheering to try and back up the Union of Jobbers, as Gibberg is still desperately crawlingā¦ Nick Knight notices, and grabs his leg to try and drag him away, but Gibberg dives forward and makes the tag!}
Locke: Not good enough! Ya aināt good enough to stop that tag!
{Thunder Sid charges into the ring, looking fired up, and goes for a standing clothesline to Nick Danger! Nick ducks underneath the arm, and Thunder Sid charges forward anyway looking to connect with a leaping forearm smash to Draco Wolfe on the apron! ā¦ Draco Wolfe moves out of the way, but hooks Thunder Sidās arm and drives his head in and connects with a headbutt.}
Locke: Well that was anticlimacticā¦
Vasco Dias: Umm. I would agree with you there.
Terri Morasco: That fire is quickly diminishing.
{Thunder Sid staggers out of the corner and right into Nick Danger who lifts him and brings him down with the Dark Eye Driver! Danger attempts the cover: One! ā¦ Two! ā¦ Gibberg dives in for the save!}
Locke: Gibberg just aināt quittinā!
Vasco Dias: But now Draco Wolfe isnāt happy with the interference!
{Draco Wolfe charges into the ring, as the referee looks to maintain control, but Draco Wolfe comes forward and connects with a swift kick to Gibberg! Draco lifts him up for the Draconic Howl and takes him down!}
Locke: He looks a little bit angry.
{Draco gets back up and turns to see Thunder Sid getting up and lifts him up into a reverse piledriver position! Nick Danger rushes out to the apron, and springboards to the top rope and comes off with somersault spike allowing the duo to complete the Danger Driver!}
Terri Morasco: Danger Driver! And that could seal it! Are you afraid of getting hit with that, Locke?
Locke: Hit with what? Sorry, honey, I was doinā my crossword puzzleā¦ six letter word for lucky?
Vasco Dias: Umm. Hmm.
{Draco Wolfe gets out of the ring, dragging Gibberg out along with him, and Nick Danger makes the cover over Thunder Sid: One! ā¦ Two! ā¦ Three!}
Announcer: Your winners! By way of pin fall! THE FATEFUL! DANGER!!!!!
Locke: Well, Iāll be damned. Itās been a pleasure.
{Locke stands up from the commentating table while āNightmareā plays over the PA system; Nick Danger and Draco Wolfe turn toward him and invite him into the ring, but Locke points back at them and just mouths the words ānot todayā as he puts his hat back on and gives a golf clap as he is the first to leave.}
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SEGMENT
Warren Kane wants a shot at IWF Men's World Championship
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{The camera comes on to Warren standing backstage.}
Warren Kane: I want a shot at the Men's World championship. I...I don't care about the money Roberto is offering. I just want a chance to get the world title. I've been working my whole life to get a chance at the title and I have always come close but not enough. I want a chance to prove that I can get there. On my own.
{Warren takes a deep breath.}
Warren Kane: So I know you are dealing with people trying to attack you for the belt, James, but I want to fight you at Danger Zone for the world title. I want the chance to fight for it.
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IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Team Diversity Hire vs Powers that Be
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the challengers! Nick Hunter and Nate Harris! TEAM DIVERSITY HIRE!!!
{The pounding drums of āThe Peopleās Champā hit over the PA, and Nate Harris struts out from the back, rolling his wrists and looking around at the crowd with a grin on his face, Nick Hunter a few steps behind him talking trash. Nate saunters down the entrance ramp, winking at someone in the front row, and striding towards the apron. He walks around to the side of the ring, leaping up onto the apron and turning mid-jump to land on a knee, grabbing the second rope. Nate gets to his feet, spinning to the center of the apron and grinning as Nick walks around the outside, hyping the crowd. He hooks his arms over the top rope, backflipping over the ropes and back-rolling to his feet. Nate struts over to the corner to meet Nick, leaning back against the turnbuckles and smirking as he waits for the bell.}
Alison Valance: And the championsā¦ Angel Blakeā¦ Dean Harperā¦ POWERS! THAT! BE!!!
{ The lights in the arena go out as Mission Statement by Stone Sour begins to play. A spot light shines down upon the entrance ramp highlighting Angel Blake and Dean Harper. The two stand side by side with their arms out stretched before pyro fires off all around them. The father and son pairing head toward the ring as the crowd boos. Angel and Dean each take a different side of the ring and climb up before facing the crowd with their outstretched arms and the whole arena being engulfed in light. When the lighting returns to normal they are both in the ring and ready to fight. }
Vasco Dias: Not going to lie, I donāt like Nick and Nateās chances here.
Terri Morasco: Iād be lying if I said things looked good for them but theyāve surprised us in the past.
Vasco Dias: Angel and Dean have been undefeated since coming together as a team!
Terri Morasco: And Team DH holds a tag team victory over Angel.
Vasco Dias: That was two years ago!
Terri Morasco: A win over Angel Blake, no matter when, is nothing to be ignored. They know what to expect.
Vasco Dias: They knew what to expect, Angel and Dean are an entirely different animal.
{ Referee Mike Cox calls for the bell and Angel is going to start things off with Nate Harris. Nate is looking to start things off with a tie up. Angel makes like heās going to take his grip then throws a kick but Harris saw it coming and blocks. Nate holds up a single finger and then lunges at Angel and slips right around his back for a rear waist lock takedown! }
Terri Morasco: Exactly what I was just talking about!
{ But with Nateās back to Dean, Harper swoops in with a chop block to Harris! }
Vasco Dias: And that is what I was just talking about!
{ Cox reprimands Dean to exit the ring but the damage is done. Nate is favoring his leg as he stands up and Blake is right there with a basement dropkick to the knee! }
Vasco Dias: Angel and Dean are calculated, cold blooded, killers!
Terri Morasco: That may be true but Nick and Nate donāt know how to say the word quit!
{ Angel quickly tags in Dean, the two begin to light Harris up, Angel with kicks and Dean with palm strikes. Angel and Dean hit opposing ropes, Angel comes back with another basement drop kick and Dean springboards off with Up is Down! Dean goes for the cover but Nick is quick to break it up! }
Vasco Dias: Great tandem offense by Angel and Dean!
Terri Morasco: I wonāt argue with that.
{ Cox backs Nick away to his corner as Dean pulls Nate up. Dean goes to throw Nate into Angelās corner but Harris hooks Dean for a Russian Leg Sweep! }
Terri Morasco: Nice reversal!
{ Nate pushes himself back up to his feet and Dean nips right up but Nate connects with a nasty elbow strike and follows it right up with a gutwrench back breaker! Nate then stumbles over and tags in his partner! }
Terri Morasco: Nick has entered the fray!
Vasco Dias: And Angel is back in too!
{ Both men have tagged out and Angel ducks a leaping clothesline attempt from Nick and connects with a Genocide Kick! Angel launches right into Divine Justice and then spins Nick around for Divine Wrath! Angel covers but Nate launches into the ring to break it up! Dean comes flying in to tackle Harris! }
Vasco Dias: This thing is starting to break down!
Terri Morasco: Team DH needs to keep this inside the ring!
{ Hunter pulls himself back up to his feet, Angel is right there. Hunter connects with a palm strike and a spinning backfist. Hunter grabs Angel and hits a snap suplex and goes for the cover. Dean and Nate are fighting on the outside of the ring and Cox is distracted. Angel kicks out. }
Terri Morasco: Cox needs to keep his eyes on the action in the ring!
{ Nick goes over to Cox as Dean sends Harris into the crowd. Nick spins Cox around in time for Angel to hit Divine Justice to the back of his head! Dean slips back into the ring and grabs Hunter for the Reality Break! }
Vasco Dias: This is why Powers that Be are the best in the business!
Terri Morasco: Hunter is in a bad place right now!
{ Dean goes to the apron and Angel tags him back in. They prop Hunter up and connect with Like Father Like Son!!! Hunter goes down. Nate leaps back over the guard rails. ONE! Nate lunges for the apron! TWO! Angel blocks Harris from re entering the ring and THREE!!! }
Alison Valance: And your winners and STILL IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! POWERS THAT BE!!!
{ Nate drops back to the floor and lowers his head as Angel takes the center of the ring with his son, the two holding up their Tag Team Titles. }
Vasco Dias: It was a valiant effort but Powers that Be are unstoppable right now.
Terri Morasco: Give Team DH some time to get their legs back under them and I promise you we will see a different outcome in the future.
{ Mission Statement plays as the father and son pairing stand victorious. }
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Those Damn Gaijin want a new challenge
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Ethan King: I'm bored, Andrew. I want to get a new belt.
{Andrew is sleeping on the couch behind him.}
Ethan King: I want to fight The Powers That Be. I want those belts. It's my right, don't you think?
{Andrew keeps snoring.}
Ethan King: Exactly!
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Well howdy there pardner.