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Apology by Fiona McFly?
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{ āLove Bites (So Do I)ā begins playing as Fiona McFly -- wearing a retro Minnesota North Stars jersey despite not being much of a hockey fan -- power-walks into the ring as if she was a recruit in the United States Marine Corps. }
Vasco Dias: This is gonna be fun to watch!
Terri Morasco: Fiona shouldnāt have to apologize for anything! This is, once again, another attempt by Roberto Verona to force her into submission.
{ The music fades out as the Northern Irishwoman adjusts the wireless microphone she is wearing -- a piece of tech she has volunteered to test out in lieu of a traditional stick. }
Vasco Dias: Look at that downtrodden mugā¦
Terri Morasco: Under normal circumstances--
Vasco Dias: Shut it, Terri!
{ Fans let Roberto Verona know exactly how they feel about the Hall of Fame snub. Many are seen carrying signs with a simple hashtag, ā#BoycottVerona,ā among other things. One sign, in particular, is an elaborate cartoon featuring Veronaās likeness as heās hosed down by condiments and hot dogs -- a scene reminiscent of the famous Being Infamous stunt. }
Fiona McFly: I love you all...very much. I love the signs, I love the placards, I love that cartoon...but to those who want to wish harm upon Roberto Verona, Iām going to sayā¦donāt. āCos I wonāt condone or endorse any of that bullshit, regardless of how much I -- or anyone else -- despises him.
{ Fiona adjusts the volume on the wireless microphone gadget soās to make sure sheās able to project her voice more clearly. }
Fiona McFly: With that in my mind...letās cut to the chase. Iām going to say this right here and now...Jessica Reed beat me, and nobody will be able to deny that.
{ The fans boo, but Fiona simply closes her eyes and shakes her head. }
Fiona McFly: But...if itās an apology she wants, then Iāll just have to send her a care package containing a box of Spider-Man themed stickers, little tiny packets of plain M&Ms, some mini-cans of non-alcoholic A&W, and a personal referral to switch to Geico -- ācos Iām not apologising for challenging myself...AND HER...in the first place!!!
{ Fiona develops that classic āpassionateā expression on her face. }
Fiona McFly: I wonāt apologise for being the so-called ātoken femaleā and joining the GREATEST stable that Imperial has ever had -- Being Infamous! I wonāt apologise...for standing on top of a converted school bus, hosing down Roberto Verona with a cannon filled with relish, getting behind the wheel, and tearing this fucking stage apart!!!
{ Fans, remembering the Weinermobile stunt, go nuts as a replay of said stunt was shown on the big board. }
Fiona McFly: I will never apologise for pitching an idea to a dear friend of mine, James Gilmore, and sticking to that goal! I will never apologise for pouring in the time, the money, and the blood...and achieving that goal of opening up the Academy -- in spite of a global pandemic, shoddy renovation work, missed deadlines, and a major winter storm! I will never apologise for showing the world that there are more important things in this life than adding to a goddamned trophy mantle!!
{ The crowd cheers as we now see a time-lapse of the recently-completed renovation to the once-former Texas prison that now hosts the All Infamous Wrestling and Martial Arts Academy. We then cut to news footage of the official ribbon-cutting ceremony, with a graphic that reads āCOURTESY OF: KDFW-TV Ch. 4 (Dallas-Ft. Worth, TX).ā }
Fiona McFly: I will never apologise for using the campus as a tool to help people learn what it truly means to not only learn personal self-defence and physical fitness, but also learn how to take care of themselves mentally and gain the life skills thatāre required to pursue their own dreams -- no matter WHAT profession they choose! And come to think about itā¦?
{ Fiona paused for a moment, then smiled warmly asā¦ }
Fiona McFly: I will never apologise for doing the one thing Jack would have wanted me to do...and bring people into this fucking business!!!
{ ...a selfie featuring Caroline Machado is shown on-screen. We then see footage of All Infamous trainees out in the field, doing community service projects such as renovating or building new houses within the Dallas-Ft. Worth Metroplex, featuring Nick Danger as well as Caroline. }
Fiona McFly: I will NEVER apologise...for taking Nick Danger aside and showing him that even the most mundane or tedious of chores we do involves wrestling! I will NEVER apologise...for taking Caroline Machado out into the field, to our local Six Flags, and showing her what it truly means to find balance and make living fun. I will NEVER apologiseā¦ācos at the end of the night, those two are proof-positive that, no matter what Verona thinks, WE have already exposed him for the--
A Small Group of Vocal Fans: [muted]!!!
{ The Fiona diehards in the crowd go wild, but the Northern Irishwoman chuckles to herself. While that particular word has often been a part of her vocabulary -- a la Chef Gordon Ramsay -- she decides to utilise a more PG-rated facsimile. }
Fiona McFly: --JACKASS he truly is, and if youāre not down with that?! Iāve got two words for you--
Caroline Machado: Coach Fiona!!!
{ Fiona raises her right brow as Caroline Machado, the Academyās original recruit, walks onto the stage carrying a traditional microphone in her head. She pops a bubble from her bubblegum before speaking. }
Caroline Machado: I...I do not know where I would be tonight if you and JJ were not around. When I first passed through your doors, I could barely speak any English, and I will never forget how you have taken the time to help me become a better speaker.
{ The fans politely cheer. Indeed, Carolineās English has improved greatly since this past January, but her thick accent canāt disguise the fact sheās still a non-native speaker. }
Caroline Machado: What is there to apologise for? Nothing...because YOU have fought harder than anyone ever credits you for, and while I understand that fighting is the only thing you know, you...you have done enough. Captain Picard would always say...that there are, truly, alternatives to fighting.
{ Fiona bows her head, pondering her studentās own words. }
Vasco Dias: Thatās Obi-Wan, missy.
Terri Morasco: Carolineās a Trekkie -- she doesnāt even like Star Wars!
{ The Brazilian speaks, using a very calm, studious tone. }
Caroline Machado: If people like Jessica Reed and Roberto Verona are TRULY good, and you or JJ are very bad, then I would say...instead of simply giving in and submitting...let us TEST THAT -- TEST whether or not this is true!!! JJ and Fiona, I...I truly want you two to think this through, but in order to test the Verona line of logic...I would like to propose a trade.
{ We see a split-screen shot of James and Fiona sporting expressions of dread on their faces. }
Vasco Dias: What the hell--?!
Terri Morasco: I donāt like the looks of thisā¦
{ Caroline takes a deep breathā¦ }
Caroline Machado: I am thinking about trading myself...for you two.
{ A swift reaction of āNOOOOO!!!!!ā from the crowd ensues as both JJ and Fiona muster facepalm whilst shaking their heads somberly. }
Terri Morasco: Oh, no!!
Vasco Dias: Whoa, Carolineās even braver than I thoughtā¦
Terri Morasco: This is the LAST thing JJ or Fiona had ever wanted to happen!
{ Indeed, the lasting images we get are the stunned expressions on the face of Fiona McFly and James Gilmore. They have been tested in a way that nobody would have ever imagined. Weāre left with a simple question...will they pass the test? }
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"Circle of Life"
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{ We find James Gilmore in a state of deep meditation, his mind clearly focused upon what Caroline Machado tried to do early on. When the Brazilian shows up to his suite, JJ takes a very deep breath. }
Caroline Machado: JJ...did I make you and Fiona mad at me...?
James Gilmore: Nah, Crazy Bear...in fact, you're a helluva lot stronger than we'll ever be.
{ Caroline smiled. }
James Gilmore: Ya see...I'm gettin' sick and tired of the crap that's goin' on -- this unoriginal 1980s cop show, heroes and villains routine. Sad thing is, I've been on both sides before.
{ She sits down next to JJ, listening intently. }
James Gilmore: I know what it's like to sell out, I've been there. Dealt with a charmer named Lindsey Grawn -- a snake who nearly took my life. I've been on the heroes' side, and yeah...I get that the good guy is supposed to stand up for people.
{ The ex-Islander paused for a moment. }
James Gilmore: But...bein' a hero also means that you allow other people to spread their wings and fly. As a daddy, there's gonna be a point in my kids' lives when Yulia and I will have to let 'em grow and choose their own path. You, Caroline...you're gonna be confronted with the same thing -- choosin' your own path, workin' without a net. No matter what path ya take...you'll be able to pass on what you've learned to the next generation.
{ JJ closed his eyes. }
James Gilmore: And...that's how the Circle of Life works.
{ We hear a knock at the partially-open doorway; James nods warmly as Nick Danger steps inside. Caroline gives Danger the "hang loose" beach culture sign. }
Caroline Machado: Hi!!! What's up...!?!
James Gilmore: Ready to go, Brother Bear?!
Nick Danger: Hey!!! Caroline how are you?
{ Caroline gives Nick a slight hug, then the latter turns his attention to the Islander alum. }
Nick Danger: Yup I am ready.
{ The Brazilian takes a deep breath. }
Caroline Machado: I'm...okay. You and JJ, get ready!
{ James stands up and pats Nick on the shoulder; they then leave the room, Caroline still looking a bit confusted by what's going on around her. }
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Who came out of Night of the Immortals as the IWF World Television Champion?
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the NEW IWF World Television Champion, JC KEETON!!!
{The beat to "Born Legendary" by Emanuel Vo Williams hits.}
I crawled out the gutter
I rose to the top
My reign everlasting
I canāt be stopped
I was made for the throne
Rise up til I moan
You been waiting on a ruler
Well Iām home
{As soon as he says the word "Home" pyro explodes from the rampway as JC Keeton steps through the curtain dressed in street clothes consisting of lime green shorts and a Freakke the Clown t-shirt from the IWF Year One Vintage Collection. He unstraps the title from around his waist and raises it in the air to a massive pop. He tosses the belt over his shoulder and makes his way to the ring where he retrieves a microphone and takes the center, appearing to become a little emotional.}
Vasco Dias: Is he about to cry?
Terri Morasco: This young man put on a career defining performance at Night of the Immortals and left a champion.
Vasco Dias: At the expense ofā¦
Terri Morasco: Don't.
{JC takes in the cheers before composing himself and raising the mic.}
JC Keeton: I'm just Jake Keeton's kid riding his coattails and living in his shadow right? Well I'm standing in this ring right now and I'm able to say that I'm something my father was never able to beā¦ an IWF Champion. I've been a champion before elsewhere but NONE of them means more to me than this. The reason it means so much is not just the company I won it in but the man I won it from so I'd like to say a few words directly to him.
Terri Morasco: The mutual respect and friendship JC Keeton and Ulf Hednir have built over these past few months is a breath of fresh air with the current state of wrestling.
Vasco Dias: It's pathetic. I'm just waiting to see which one stabs the other in the back.
JC Keeton: I asked you to come out here so I could say this in person but you wanted me to have my time. Ulf I know you're back there watching buddy and I just wanted to thank you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share the ring with you a second time. Thank you for giving me the toughest fight of my life inside a wrestling ring not once but twice. Thank you for making this belt matter and making it the most important one in this company. What I want you to do now though is go find Warren Kane, smack him in the mouth and tell him you're coming to do the same for the belt he's holding so that our rubber match is for that one.
{"Born Legendary" hits and JC goes to all four turnbuckles one at a time taking in the cheers from the crowd.}
Terri Morasco: Bold statement from the New World Television Champion, will we see that third meeting between JC and Ulf? And will it be for the World Championship?
Vasco Dias: God I hope not.
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TAG TEAM MATCH
James Gilmore and Nick Danger vs Mr. Happy and Warren Suffering
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{ As Mr. Happy and Warren Suffering await their opponents in the ring, Mountain by Three Days Grace comes on the speaker and Nick Danger walks out to the entrance ramp wearing Red and White wrestling attire and his leather jacket says Savior. He stands on the entrance ramp hyping the whole crowd to chant his name and starts walking down the ramp while giving fans high fives. He walks up the steel steps and goes through the middle rope to stand near the center of the ring for a moment then takes off his leather jacket and then throws both of them to the crowd then stands at the corner turnbuckle ready for the match to start. }
Terri Morasco: Here it comes! The first match featuring this unlikely team of James Gilmore and Nick Danger -- mentor and student.
Vasco Dias: Wha--?! Did Obi-Wan Kenobi and Luke Stywalker sign up to audition for a reboot of Brokeback Mountain!?!
Terri Morasco: OH, WILL YOU STOP!?!
{ An instrumental with hook version of "Shell Shocked" by Juicy J, featuring Wiz Khalifa and Ty Dolla $ign, begins to play, and a video package begins to play stock footage of waves crashing, followed by bolts of cloud-to-cloud lightning. }
"Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ As jets of water shoot out from all directions, we tsee James Gilmore stepping out onto the stage, posing along to the hip-hop tune, before high-fiving the crowd and walking down to the ring. }
"(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we ride together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(This family can bear any weather)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ Once inside the ring, the Islander alum points heavenward, taking in the moments as he waits for his opponent -- or in this case, the bell. }
Vasco Dias: I can't believe how gullible these people are! Cheering for these two?!
Terri Morasco: They've earned the praise, Vasco! We do understand that JJ and Nick are gonna call themselves the Rising Dragons!
[DING!]
{ The bell rings to begin this seven-minute match. Both teams fought hard, with neither team gaining the early advantage. Early on, we see the kinks between the newly-dubbed Rising Dragons, James Gilmore and Nick Danger, are showing mostly due to the first-timer's nervousness, and Warren and Happy capitalize with a pair of two-counts. But JJ and Nick start to gel as a unit, eventually seizing control of the match. At seven minutes and 45 seconds, James landed the ShellShocker on Happy, which allowed Nick Danger to land his newest move -- the MIND SHOCKER swinging reverse STO combination -- and scoring the three-count! }
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Who came out of Night of the Immortals as the IWF World Tag Team Champion?
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{ The arena lights darken and a red spotlight is cast upon the entryway. The sound of a guitar cuts through the building as 'Shitlist' by L7 begins to blast. Chris Diamond walks out first, bat in hand, and the World Tag Team Championship around his waist; followed closely by Stephen Terrella, with the World Tag Team Championship belt slung over his shoulder, and Portia by the hand. }
Alison Valance: Coming down the aisle, being accompanied by Portia... Weighing in at a combined 555 pounds.. The King of Clubs... Stephen Terrella!... The Main Man... Chris Diamond! They are... VIOLENT TENDENCIES!
{ Diamond, Terrella and Portia walk the length of the ramp as the crowd boos. }
When I get mad
And I get pissed
I grab my pen
And I write out a list
Of all the people
That won't be missed
You've made my shitlist
{ Diamond rolls under the bottom rope. Portia and Terrella stay ringside for a moment, making out in a display that may not be suitable for broadcast television. At it's conclusion, Terrella moves for the stairs, stopping to guide Portia up them by the hand. Terrella follows with a charge up the steel steps as Chris smirks at the fans, shifting the belt on his waist for the camera to see. Diamond lines up his shot with his bat and swings, holding his hand over his eyes like heās watching a head fly before casually leaning back onto a set of turnbuckles. Terrella flips off the entire audience. }
Terri Morasco: Well... that was certainly... graphic.
Vasco Dias: That was a better show than what I get on a certain paid channel late at night in my hotel.
Terri Morasco: What?! Verona approves that on the travel expenses?
Vasco Dias (nervously): Let's talk about our new World Tag Team Champions, Morasco. They're the story right now, not me.
Terri Morasco: It was an impressive win, for sure, and they've beaten a who's who of this company here lately. I don't love their methods or the individuals, but their talent and chemistry is undeniable. We're doubling back to the other conversation after the show, though.
Vasco Dias: Crap.
{ Portia stands center ring, Terrella on her left and Diamond on her right. She raises the microphone. }
Portia: Night of the Immortals was truly a historic night. One reason, as you can clearly see, is because Violent Tendencies are the new World Tag Team Champions. What if we could top that though, right here on Sacrifice? How many of you in Minneapolis would love to see The Powers That Be get a rematch tonight for these very titles?
{ The crowd roars in anticipation. Stephen and Chris casually scan the arena with confidence. }
Portia: Dean, Angel, if the two of you want a rematch tonight, we're here, and we're more than happy to give it to you.
{ Portia waves the microphone around, finally directing it toward the entry way. There is a pause as the anticipation builds. }
Terri Morasco: Is Angel Blake even here? After Sunday, I can't imagine...
Vasco Dias: You can't count out Angel Blake though, Morasco- ever.
{ Portia casually pulls the microphone back to her mouth to speak after no one comes out. }
Portia: I'm sorry, I forgot, Angel Blake isn't here tonight. He got his arm- and who knows, maybe more- broken Sunday night. That's my mistake. We were too busy celebrating our win to notice, or care.
{ Portia smiles maliciously, clearly quite satisfied with herself as Stephen and Chris share a laugh over the whole ordeal. The crowd boos out of utter disappointment. }
Portia: You see, no one gave Violent Tendencies a chance going into that match; the same way no one gave Violent Tendencies a chance to even be in that match when they faced Those Damn Gaijin to earn their shot. Who is still here, though? I don't see Angel Blake or Dean Harper, do you? I don't see Ethan King or Andrew Jacobsen, do you? I see the two men standing by my side- real men- my boyfriend, Stephen Terrella... and his tag team partner, Chris Diamond...
{ She reaches over to tap the face of the title belt draped over Terrella's massive shoulder with her nails. }
Portia: ... holding the World Tag Team Championships.
{ Portia's tone turns colder. }
Portia: And make no mistake, the reason the Powers That Be aren't here right now begging for their rematch is because we set the table for the vultures to eat.
{ Terrella places an arm around Portia's waist, taking the microphone. He pushes the title belt up on his shoulder with his free hand, admiring the gold. He turns his attention back toward the camera. }
Terrella: Feel how you want about it, but my girl speaks the truth. Now these belts, they're fucking ours. These belts put us atop the mountain. This is the shit we've worked for... and we're the only two motherfuckers here that should ever be holding them. The Powers That Be thought they were those motherfuckers, and they found out the hard way they weren't. I bet there are a few teams sitting in that fucking lockerroom right now watching this thinking they're that fucking team, but trust me, you ain't. If you want to fucking come for them though, try. Vendetta, Team Diversity Hire, Fateful Danger, who-the-fuck-ever... we don't care. But if you're going to make that play, just know that's a fucking deceleration of war; and we don't take prisoners. Fucking tell'em how shit is, Chris.
{ The camera pans to the Main Man Chris Diamond. Chris smirks as he looks around at the crowd. }
Chris Diamond: What did I fucking tell you!? WHAT DID WE FUCKING TELL YOU!? We told you we were the best GODDAMN tag team in this company! FUCK! We are the best GODDAMN TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD! And we told you. You didn't want to fucking believe it. You hoped and you fucking begged and some of you even prayed to a God you barely believe in when you can pry your eyes off Twitter long enough that these two motherfuckers standing in the ring right now wouldn't get it done. But we did get it done. HOLY FUCK did we get it done. We stepped into the ring with two of the best this fucking company has ever had and we had our fucking way with them! We made them our bitches!
{ Chris laughs as the crowd boos and looks over to Terrella who smiles. }
Chris Diamond: And now that we broke God and embarrassed his bastard son I see all you motherfuckers looking around wondering who's next? Whose got the BALLS to step up to Violent Tendencies after what we did to the Powers that Be!? I'll tell you right now, it's going to take a pair of men with cast iron bowling balls hanging down between their legs to step up to us. We don't know. We took a look around the back on our way out here and we didn't come across too many men. As a matter of fact, not one mother fucker could make eye contact with us as we strutted down the halls. Probably too damn busy seeing how far back they could tuck their dick so they could fit in with the rest of the dickless mother fuckers around here. Honestly? I don't care who tries to step up. There isn't a team in this company that will EVER pry these belts off our waists!
{ Portia raises the microphone, pausing for a moment as the crowd jeers. She laughs off the serenade of boos. }
Portia: Like it or not, the power in this company has shifted. Those titles mean we hold the power now, and we're in control. Our reign of violence is only just beginning, and there isn't a damn thing anyone can do about it...
{ 'Shitlist' hits as Portia stands in the middle of the ring with a smile. Terrella and Diamond raise the titles in the air to her sides for the world to see. Portia and Terrella begin making out again as Chris talks some more trash into the camera. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Abraxes vs Jayson Matthews
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Vasco Dias: Welcome back to Monday Night Sacrifice! Next up we are going to see Jayson Matthews sacrificed to the monster! Abraxes!
Terri Morasco: You don't know that Vasco! Jayson Matthews has been so close to the top so many times, he just may surprise you!
Vasco Dias: I doubt it.
{ The lights in the arena flicker and die as if there were some kind of power outage. As the light sounds of an acoustic guitar play, the high pitched laughter of children fills the air. A red spotlight shines on the stage as heavy smoke rolls across the floor. As opening lyrics of Monster (Under my Bed) by Call me Karizma starts to sing Abraxes rises from the center of the stage, his eyes burning out from under his mask as he stares down at the ring.
The rhythm of the song changes from a twisted lullaby do a grinding rock song just as he rises to his full height. Abraxes glares around at the audience before he walks down the ramp, focused on the ring in front of him. He crawls into the ring, exaggerated movements of his hands and legs to appear more like a creepy spider then a man. He rolls to his feet, holding his arms into the air as the lullaby starts anew. Jayson is already in the ring. }
Terri Morasco: Here we go!
Vasco Dias: We're about to see a murder!
{ Felix Thunderhorse, the referee for this match calls for the bell and Jayson charges in for Abraxes but the monster uses his momentum against and catches Jayson, swings him up and drops Matthews with Consign to Dream! Abraxes covers Jayson for the ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! }
Vasco Dias: Was that a record?!
Terri Morasco: That was damn close! Holy hell.
Vasco Dias: I guess Abraxes doesn't get paid by the hour.
{ Abraxes' music hits as he stands over the limp body of Jayson Matthews. }
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Who came out of Night of the Immortals as the IWF Women's World Champion?
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{We are taken to Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco at ringside.}
Vasco Dias: Eight nights ago. at Night of the Immortals Eight, we witnessed two of the top professional women's wrestlers face each other for the first time ever in the main event of the evening in an encounter that can only be described as what happens when the irresistible force meets the immovable objectā¦
Terri Morasco: Two years ago, at Night of the Immortals Six, the incomparable Eternity made history by defeating Vivienne Rodgers and becoming a four time Womenās World Champion, and just in case you missed it, history was repeated at Night of the Immortals Eight, as in her match against a twenty year veteran of the industry, we saw the title change hands and the one and only three time Iron Maiden Eternity dethrone the former World Champion, the self proclaimed Goddess, Tara Fenix to become the first and only FIVE TIME Women's World Champion in Imperial Wrestling Federation history...
Vasco Dias: It certainly feels like deja vu at the best of times when discussing the career of the most successful competitor there has ever been in this company. After all this time, Eternity continues to add unparalleled accolades to her indisputable professional wrestling resume, and the phenomenal 'Last Diamond' has done it all over again by becoming not only the first woman to hold the Women's World Championship on an unprecedented five separate occasions, but also the first wrestler - male or female - to hold any Championship, let alone the richest prize in all of womenās wrestling today that many timesā¦
Terri Morasco: An incredible accomplishment made even more significant when you consider that Eternityās match with Tara was her second match of the night, and Eternity walked out of both with the victory. If that doesnāt immediately earmark her as the true personification of immortality, I donāt know what does. Eternity has always had a unique and special aura about her. One that I donāt think will ever be matched or replicated.
{Now stills from the two matches between Eternity and Fiona McFly and Eternity and Tara Fenix, are shown, over which Terri continues to speak...}
Terri Morasco: It was certainly a memorable night for The Dark Triad, capped off with Eternityās incredible victory in the co-main event of the biggest show of our calendar year, and you can relive it all on the IWF Network for $9 -
{Terri is cut off as the lights in the arena go out completely.
Heeheeheeheeheeheeheehuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhehehehehehehehehehehehehahahahahahahahahahahahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaahaa...
The soft chilling female laughter changes the atmosphere in the arena completely before the Imperitron sparks to life with the image of Eternity sat under a soft purple light upon a throne of decaying skulls, their eyes threaded with the serpents of various autumnal colours. A golden eagle head studs the highest point of the throne behind Eternity, who is wearing a black hooded robe. A black gas mask rests in her lap and the blood and gold weight of the World comfortably resting on her left shoulder.
The crowd are cheering for the popular competitor, as she takes a moment to draw back the reaperās hood and shake her pink hair free. The majesty of the ornate throne evokes memories of the dearly departed across the history of the Imperial Wrestling Federation.
The crowd start a āRest In Peaceā chant, which Eternity acknowledges with a solemn bow of her head.
Several moments pass before the chant begins to inevitably fade away, after which Eternity follows with her soft intonation, her words spoken in neither a moment of joy or a moment of sorrow...}
Eternity: Gods and Goddesses. Destroyers and Creators. All must pass, all will pass with an eternal inevitably. I have seen His Throne, I have inherited Her Throne. Both empty. Unfilled. Unfulfilled. My Holy Grail. My cup runeth over with blood for the Blood God and kisses for the Flesh Goodess. All are united in memory, remembered as equals by the sole beneficiary who flies now well beyond the Angels and the Insects. All around the world we go, five times, round and round. When I will stop, a lie. Told and retold. When will they learn that when liars die, they lie forever still? Even in the face of the universally undeniable truth of their finite existence. Fools, masquerading as challengers, and yet there will be more. There will always be moreā¦come on then, come one, come all, come and know me better, manā¦
{Eternity then closes her eyes slowly and starts shaking before bursting into a chilling and uncontrollable laughter. Wisps of green smoke start to swirl and twirl gently, dancing around her until it rises and falls as a thick curtain, obscuring her entirely from view.
The Imperitron goes black as it abruptly dies, as all things do.
Our focus is returned to the commentary table...}
Vasco Dias: Well, we were scheduled to have an appearance from our new FIVE time Women's World Champion here tonight...
Terri Morasco: And what an appearance it was...
Vasco Dias: You can say that againā¦
Terri Morasco: But what does it mean?
Vasco Dias: It could mean everything or it could mean nothing, you can never quite tell with Eternity, so I find it best not to speculate...
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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Tytus Rost vs Gregor Winter
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{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.}
Teri Morasco: This is going to be a very interesting match up between a pair of three hundred pounders.
Vasco Dias: You forget that Gregor Winter has the weight of the entire Church of Crosse at his back Teri.
Teri Morasco: Whatever
Alison Valance: His opponent hails from The Church of Crosse Compound he is āThe First Apostleā Gregor Winter!!!
{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 a silhouette fades into view. As the guitar kicks in hard, the lights flash onto the stage revealing Gregor Winter standing all alone on the entrance ramp. Slowly he walks towards the ring never taking his eyes off of the awaiting Rost.}
Teri Morasco: How heavy is it weighting on Winterās mind that he is all alone in this match. This is a man that is used to fighting as a part of a brotherhood and no it is just him.
Vasco Dias: You make it sound like the man is some sort of ancient gladiator Teri. Itās just a professional wrestling match, which heās going to win.
Teri Morasco: Oh come on! Weāre supposed to be impartial
Vasco Dias: Reach out and touch faith!
{Gregor steps over the top rope and sprints across the ring hitting Rost with a stiff lariat but the big Russian doesnāt budge. Nodding and smiling Gregor takes a step back and waves for the Tytus to take a turn. āThe Russian Lionā bounces off of the ropes and lands a European uppercut that hits Winter on the button, but āThe First Apostleā only takes a single step back. Smiling back at the ginger haired Viking, Rost tells him it is now his turn and Gregor lays in a heavy right hand. Back and forth the punches begin to fly with neither man willing to give any ground until the heavy handed Russian begins to back Winter towards the ropes until āThe First Apostleā has no choice but to take a powder.}
Teri Morasco: Tytus Rost looking like The Red Army marching on Berlin
Vasco Dias: Gregor Winter is just smartly pacing himself
{Out on the floor Gregor leans against the guardrail catching his breath and looking for some, anyone to discuss strategy, but he is all alone.}
Teri Morasco: I had a feeling that the absence of Lucipher Crosse would play a part in this match, but I didnāt think that it would be this soon.
Vasco Dias: Well āThe Voiceā has somewhere more important to be so Gregor is just going to need to find a way to pull it off without his aid.
Teri Morasco: Judging from the picture I saw at the post office that place is on the run from the law.
{Blue Shoes instructs Gregor to get back into the ring one final time before beginning to count him out. Once the count reaches seven the big man rolls back into the ring and is immediately met by boots from Rost that sends him scurrying back to the floor. Some obvious jawing is going on between the two, but Blue Shoes forces the Russian away from the ropes so Gregor can climb back into the ring. The two big bulls lock horns in the center of the squared circle and fight for position until the taller Winter is able to lock on a strong side headlock. The muscles in his arms flex as he applies more and more pressure to the cranium of the Russian, but with a mighty roar The Lion pulls free and shoot Gregor off of the ropes. Winter comes off of the ropes with a full head of steam, but showing the grace nearly unseen in a man over three bills Rost drops down and then pops up in time to catch āThe Modern Day Vikingā on the rebound and plant him spine first on the canvas with Ursa Major. Tytus makes the cover and hooks the legā¦
Oneā¦
Twoā¦
Kick out!}
Teri Morasco: Tytus Rost was within inches of putting away the biggest man in IWF with a move that has put away many men through the years.
Vasco Dias: Itās going to take a hell of a lot more that that to put away āThe First Apostle.ā
{Rost slowly rolls Winter to his stomach and grins as he reaches down and grabs him by the chin and rears back locking on a camel clutch.}
Teri Morasco: It looks like āThe Russian Lionā wants to finally make Gregor Winter humble, and its about damn time.
Vasco Dias: Hey I thought we were supposed to be impartial.
Teri Morasco: I am impartial, but that doesnāt mean I donāt want to see the wind taken out of the sails of The Church of Crosse.
{Tytus pulls back harder and lowers all of his 304 pounds onto the back of āThe Modern Day Viking.ā Winter groans in agony as the monster from Mikhailovka applies more and more pressure as Berrick OāMurphy Jr screams for him to snap the Viking like a twig.}
Teri Morasco: Gregor Winter looks on the verge of submitting for the first time in his entire career
Vasco Dias: No!!!
{Rost stands relieving some of the pressure until he jumps and comes down with all of his mass causing Gregor to wail. Knowing that he is on the verge of giving up Winter begins to attempt to crawl towards the ropes. Inch by inch he gets closer until he is just a finger tip away when āThe Russian Lionā releases the hold and grabs him by the ankle and begins to pulls him back towards the center of the ring. Rost pulls Gregor up and connects with Rasputin's Will for the ONE! TWO! THREE!!! Jayson and Jack come running in to attack but Tytus rolls out to celebrate with Laura Howlett. }
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SEGMENT
Who came out of Night of the Immortals as the IWF Men's World Champion?
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{The camera comes on to Warren standing, holding the world title over his shoulder.}
Warren Kane: That was one of the hardest matches I've had in a while.
{Warren nods.}
Warren Kane: Evan, take heart that you were a serious threat and I knew I couldn't really hold back in that fight. You're an excellent competitor. I look forward to facing you again.
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SEGMENT
Euology
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{Tara is already inside of the ring which has been altered now to mock a funeral; the ring canvas was black, flowers hung from the ropes, and there was a portrait on a stand with an image of Angel. Tara was standing at a podium beside the portrait, dressed in all black, with a thin black veil over her eyes as she reached a tissue up to wipe a tear away.}
Tara: Ladies and gentlemen-- we are gathered here todayā¦ to mournā¦ a great man.
{There were stifled sobs between every word, and a slur to her speech. She reaches the hankee back to her eyes and with trembling lips mouths the words: āItās okay now. Everything will be okay.ā}
Tara: We are gathered-- to mourn the life ofā¦ of one of the greatest to ever grace the ring with his presence! A World Champion-- everywhere he has been-- a Hall of Famer-- everywhere he has beenā¦ a man whoā¦ he-- he captured my heart. He made me feel love. Despite our bitter divorce, thereās no denying that I-- love-- himā¦ I did. I do.
{Another stifled sob.}
Tara: Angel. God. That is what the world knew him as. That is what we knew him asā¦ a man gone far, far too soon, by a terrible accident that occurred at Night of the Immortals!
{There were some murmurs amongst the crowd that directed negativity toward Tara, and she seemed to pick up on it.}
Tara: It was NOT my fault! How dare all of you accuse me of such a thing? I WARNED HIM! I TOLD HIM! Could any of you blame me? He kept my love-- my son-- from meā¦ and I told him all he had to do was let me see him, and we could have let this all go, but he wouldnāt! I TOLD HIM!
{The frustration seemed to grow within. She sneered out at the crowd, while some seemed to turn in her favor from her explanation. She raises her hand slightly to call for their silence.}
Tara: ā¦ It hurt me. It hurt me to-- well, letās go ahead and see for ourselves what happenedā¦
{Tara gestures to the titantron. Night of the Immortals.}
{Before the camera shifts to the next scene where you can see the sadistic grin that Tara had following the events, the scene comes to an end. Tara is front and center in the ring again, as she tries to draw back the grin that she still got every time she thought about what happenedā¦ she continued trying to feign sincerity in mourning.}
Tara: It BROKE my heart to have to make that order, but you could see-- my hands were bound. I had to do it. I had to make the order! And soā¦ we mournā¦ for--
{Tara is interrupted by the sound of āGatewaysā by Dimmu Borgir playing over the PA which causes the crowd to go into a sudden frenzy! The fans are shouting praises for Angel while his music plays, and Tara pulls her veil back whilst muttering to herself while looking at the curtains. After several seconds ofā¦ nothingā¦ Tara finally starts laughing.}
Tara: All of you-- so gullible! Let me be honest with all of you: I am not sorry for what happened. I do not care what happened. I gave Angel PLENTY of chances to just right his wrongs-- let me see my sonā¦ give me visitationā¦ nothing out of the ordinary! Nothing out of the line! And he WOULD NOT accept my terms! Therefore: he had this coming. He brought this upon himself.
{Thereās another disturbance, this time Tara looking sincerely confused; she walks toward the edge of the ring closest to the titantron as the cameras are catching up with a scene backstage.}
Terri Morasco: Whatās going on--
Vasco Dias: Cameras have picked up on it! Wraith and Dean Harper are fighting!
{Security has surrounded the scene but find themselves unable to get close. Wraith and Dean Harper are clinging onto each other and swinging wildly as they battle their way through a doorway and into the parking lot area! Both of the men are bloodied as they continue swinging away - back and forth, lefts and rights, neither man giving an edge to the other! Dean goes for an Oathbreaker! But Wraith avoids it! Wraith tackles Dean to the ground, and goes to grab his arm to lock him into an Absolution--}
Vasco Dias: Heās trying to lock the Absolution in! Dean knows this move-- this is his fatherās move!
{--Dean is resisting giving up his arm, and just as it seems like heās about to lose the fight, security has finally gotten a handle on the situation! A half dozen security restraints Wraith and drag him away, while another half dozen grab Dean and drag him the other way. Both men are snarling and staring at each other while begging to be let go. A sudden power surge seems to go through the arena, including in the parking lot, causing the lights to go outā¦ when they come back on, Wraith is gone.}
Vasco Dias: Where did he go?
Terri Morasco: Wraith was going to break Deanās arm! I think this is a stalemate this time.
{The cameras go back to the arena where Tara is staring out at the crowd that are giving a mixed reaction to the brawl that took place, and to the legend standing in the ring. She takes a deep breath before a second power surge, the lights go out, and when they come back on: Tara is gone.}
Vasco Dias: Like mother, like son?
Terri Morasco: I donāt like where this is all going.
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SINGLES MATCH
Abigail vs Cals Jacobsen
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Terri Morasco: Welcome to our main event!
Vasco Dias: Two former champions going head to head!
Terri Morasco: This is going to be good!
{ We see highlights of Cals and Abigail making their entrances. The match started off with a tie up. Cals went for a rear waist lock takedown but Abigail blocked it and connected with an elbow shot. Abigail broke free of Cals hold and connected with a forearm shiver and then a chop across the chest. Cals moved in quick with a side headlock takedown and a rear chin lock on Abigail. Abigail fought her way back to her feet and hit a double palm strike to the midsection of Cals to break the hold. Abigail came in fast with a clothesline, Cals got right up and another clothesline. Cals got up again but Abigail was there with another clothesline. Abigail went for a cover but Cals rolled Abigail up into a cover of their own. Abigail kicked out but Cals was right there with a transition into a cross armbar. Abigail worked her way to the ropes to break the hold. Abigail stood back up and Cals was right there with a shoulder thrust and looking for a suplex. Abigail widened her base and blocked it then clubbed Cals across the back. Abigail came off of the ropes with a lunging clothesline. Abigail pulled Cals up and went for a neckbreaker. Cals shoved Abigail off and grabbed her from behind for a dumping German suplex. Cals went in for the cover but Abigail kicked out. Cals pulled Abigail back to her feet and threw her into the ropes. Abigal bounced off and went for a dropkick, Cals moved. Cals dropped right in looking for an armbar again. Abigail fought her way free. Cals stayed on Abigail and grabbed her for a bridged German suplex. Abigail kicked out at two. Both competitors got to their feet and Abigail drilled Cals with an elbow smash. Abigail hit a shortarm clothesline and pulled Cals right back up for a swinging neckbreaker. Abigail covered but it was only two. Abigail hoists Cals back to their feet again but Cals hit a jawbreaker. Cals popped back up with a thrust kick to the jaw of Abigail. Cals then hit a northern lights suplex bridged into a pin but Abigail was able to kick out again. Cals pulled Abigail up but Abigail hit a discus clothesline. Abigail pulled Cals up for a Faithbreaker. Abigail sensed the end of the match and pulled Cals back to their feet again for Blind Faith for the pinfall and the victory at ten minuts and four seconds! }
Vasco Dias: What a great match between two out standing competitors!
Terri Morasco: Another shining example of the best women's division in wrestling!
Vasco Dias: Thank you for tuning in and we will see you next week!
Well howdy there pardner.