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HOUR ONE
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{ The show opener for Friday Night Sacrifice plays to the theme of Born for One Thing by Gojira showing clips of all the current champions as well as some of the biggest stars in IWF currently. After the open plays we head to the studio where Laura Howlett stands with Keybo Shabaz. }
Laura Howlett: Welcome back to another action packed edition of Friday Night Sacrifice! Iām your host and star of the whole damn show! Laura Howlett! And besides me is a man who hopes to challenge for the world record of worldās largest person next year! Keybo Shabaz!
Keybo Shabaz: That is entirely false!
Laura Howlett: Then why do you look like you're six pounds away from being on my 600 pound life?
Keybo Shabaz: Just when I thought you couldnāt go any lower.
Laura Howlett: I can always go lower, Keybo!
Keybo Shabaz: Point noted.
Laura Howlett: But thatās enough about your ever increasing weight problem. Letās talk about the show!
Keybo Shabaz: Well we do have a big show tonight! Alex Blade will be in action!
Laura Howlett: Shelly Diamond looks to turn a couple wins into a hot streak when she takes on Diamond Steele!
Keybo Shabaz: The Joker in the Pack, Caleb Lockwood will be in action!
Laura Howlett: There will be an Heir to the Throne Triple Threat Match with ten points on the line to the winner! Wraith versus Abraxes versus JC Keeton!
Keybo Shabaz: And on hour two we will see Roberto Verona defend his position at number one in the Heir to the Throne against Evan Albrecht!
Laura Howlett: Then we will have an Heir to the Throne Five Way Dance with ten points on the line to the winner! Stephen Terrella versus Chris Diamond versus Pax Stormcrow versus James Gilmore versus my client, Tytus Rost! And let me just say, Tytus has this match in the bag.
Keybo Shanaz: Iām not so sure about that and in our main event of the evening, a Triple Threat Match for thw IWF Menās World Championship! Dean Harper versus Ulf Hednir versus the reigning champion, Warren Kane!
Laura Howlett: I feel like I say this every week now but this may well be our biggest Sacrifice ever!
Keybo Shabaz: The final four spots in the Heir to the Throne will be decided tonight as well as the World Champion! It is going to be a huge night for IWF!
Laura Howlett: Even bigger than Keyboās waist! But before the action gets started we are going to bring the show to a grinding halt with a word from Fiona McFly! To the arena!
{ We cut away to the arena. }
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SEGMENT
"Don't call it a shoot"
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{ We open up Sacrifice as Fiona McFly steps out from the backstage area and heads down the rampway sans any music or other fanfare -- even makeup. As she's not sceduled to be on the program tonight, she's wearing a traditional Western outfit common in Texas -- blue jeans, black faux-leather boots, and a black polo shirt. }
Vasco Dias: Wait a sec--what's she doin' here?! She's not on the format sheet...
Terri Morasco: I dunno, to be honest. I've never seen her without makeup on before...
Vasco Dias: Well, whatever it is...?! I don't like the look on her face one bit...
{ Indeed, Fiona looks to be visibly upset -- a vast departure from her normally stoic demeanour -- as she enters the ring with a microphone in hand. She takes a deep breath and looks around, processing the crowd's positive reaction before speaking. }
Fiona McFly: I want to take a moment here and address you all -- not as Fiona McFly, the wrestler...but as Fiona McFly, the human being.
When I was in high school with the guy who became my husband, Jack Gaither, we had a strict code of honour that's been passed down from year to year, from student to student, and everybody understood what it truly meant. If you had an issue with somebody, you'd settle it out in the open public square -- man to man, woman to woman, face to face -- and NEVER behind closed doors.
Last week, I had no doubt in my mind that Roberto Verona and Steve Awesome were going to beat the living piss out of each other. The match was hyped, everyone was so into it, and hype...equals money. Yet after what transpired, this past Monday I called up Eddie D, our Director of Talent Relations, asking if I could come out here tonight -- since I wasn't booked on the programme -- and he simply said "Fiona...do it."
So I've come out here tonight...to put into my own words the sentiment you're feeling right now...on how Steven Bates took his ball, ran home, and SHIT on each and every one of you in the IWF Galaxy!
{ The crowd boos, remembering Roberto's announcement of Steve's resignation. }
Fiona McFly: I'll admit...I fantasised about that match by simming it on IWF 2K21, and let me tell you...it was glorious! Two of the biggest professional wrestlers around, beating the crap out of each other, putting it all on the line, what more could you ask for?! Yet then, at that point...I realised that it was just a video game.
The sad thing is that i would have LOVED to see that match happen on our TV cameras, I would have loved to be able to express to you all that it was the greatest match I've ever seen with my own two eyes, that it truly lived up to the hype it deserved. The truth of the matter is this...Steven Bates punked out on Roberto, he punked out on JJ, he punked out on Rob, he punked out on me...and he punked out on every single of you around the world!
{ The fans boo even louder. }
Terri Morasco: Wow...
Vasco Dias: Strong words...
{ Fiona closed her eyes and took a deep breath. }
Fiona McFly: So now, as I understand it, the fine people in Creative and Talent Relations are going to call an audible, and believe me...I wouldn't blame them one bit 'cos I'm sure they feel just as angered and frustrated as you all do. Yet along the same token, I just realised another thing -- they've just gave me a live microphone on Friday Night Sacrifice!
{ The fans go apeshit. }
Terri Morasco: Uh-oh...
Vasco Dias: Oh, man...
Terri Morasco: Hoo-boy...
{ Fiona's face is a visible strawberry-red as she speaks once more. }
Fiona McFly: So if you don't mind, I'd like to get a few things off my shoulders. ONE...in IWF, there are two different types of wrestlers. There's the IWF diehards -- the people who march into this ring, bust their ass, and entertain you every single night of the week!
{ The crowd cheers Fiona as her eyes are wide open, giving off a fiery glance. }
Terri Morasco: She's passionate about this...
Vasco Dias: Can't blame her -- she's pissed off and so are these people.
Fiona McFly: And then, we've got superstars...who think they can come out here, do whatever they want, however they feel like it. You've got superstars...who not only come out here and fuck with us, the diehard IWF wrestlers, but they also fuck over the fans who've paid to see them work their magic...no matter how OLD they are!
As much shit and grief as he gets, at least we can ALL agree that Roberto has tried to convey a vision for the past seven or eight years! IWF is about the Caroline Machados and Nick Dangers, who want to step up to the ring and show the masses that they've got what it takes to succeed! IWF is about the Abigails or Virginia Stepanovs who stepped in, week after week, and put ourselves through a physical and mental hell so we can make sure you guys are having a good time -- 'cos this is our calling, our livelihood, and our mission, to be the best professional wrestlers in the world! IWF is about the Eternitys, the Jessica Reeds, the Andrew Jacobsens, the Rowans and Dean Harpers who busted their asses and EARNED their rightful places in the Hall of Fame and help usher in change whilst others sat on their fat asses and profiteered! IWF is about the men and women who want to push forward with their lives, fighting against the primadonnas who've held them back for TOO long, who do nothing but line their coffers at the expense of the fans.
{ The fans cheer even louder as Fiona's lips quivered with every beat, every word she spoke. }
Fiona McFly: Are you happy, Steven, that you got what you've wished for, that you've obsessed about for years?! Did you TRULY mean to go out the way you did?! 'Cos if I were in Roberto's position, and you flat-out QUIT on me?! As far as the Hall of Fame goes, I've only got two words for you:
FUCK. YOU!!
{ The cheers get louder as an "IWF!" chant starts up. The quiver of Fiona's lips becomes even more pronounced as her entire body begins trembling -- clearly a sign that she did not want to speak to the crowd but had no choice. }
Fiona McFly: Listen, Steven...I really didn't want to come out here and say these words to you -- 'cos I know that, in this business, there are other ways to handle your shit that don't involve screaming at somebody...but you've left me with no option. I thought you'd be a much better man than a petty quitter. I thought you'd be the bigger person and settle your ten-years-long beef with Roberto inside that ring instead of a goddamned office. I though you'd be just as much of a FRIEND as my husband Jack used to be...
{ Fiona paused, tears rolling down her cheeks. }
Fiona McFly: Now I realise that just isn't possible anymore -- and it's gonna take me a year just to wash off the filth!
I've tried to be nice, I've tried to be patient, and I've tried to be gracious. I found myself praying that you'd come around, that you'd be a TENTH of the men that JJ and Rob have become, but you know what, fuck it...I'm done with you. I don't want to see you, I don't want to know you, I don't want to hear any rumour that you want to come near me -- or my loved ones -- again. As far as I'm concerned, you can kiss my temperamental Northern Irish ass and GO FUCK YOURSELF!
{ Fiona slammed the microphone down to the mat as the crowd came alive! One can plainly tell that the entire experience of this moment has left her emotionally compromised; she storms through the ropes and towards the backstage area as the fans continue cheering. }
Vasco Dias: ...wow...
Terri Morasco: Vasco, have you ever...?
Vasco Dias: No, I...I-I-I'm speechless.
Terri Morasco: For the first time in my life, I don't know what to say anymore. Let's...let's just cut to the studio.
{ The lasting image we see is the microphone that lies on the canvas! Fiona had slammed the stick down so hard, it's been permanently damaged and therefore rendered unusable. We cut back to the studio and Laura looks a little shocked. }
Laura Howlett: I... Well... Let's just move on to the opening match.
Keybo Shabaz: Nothing to say?
Laura Howlett: Let's just move on.
Keybo Shabaz: Wow. Let's head to our next match, Alex Blade takes on Mr. Happy!
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SINGLES MATCH
Alex Blade vs Mr. Happy
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{ Cut The Cord by Shinedown comes on and Alex Blade comes out at the crowd entrance wearing grey and red tights and black kick pads boots and wearing a muscle shirt he looks at all the fans. He makes his way down the crowd entrance with a focus look on his face and lets the fans touch him. He climbs over the barricade. He climbs the steel steps and stops for a moment. Then jumps inside the ring he takes off his muscle shirt and throws it to a fan. Mr Happy is already waiting in the ring. }
Laura Howlett: I know you like to see everyone as part of a combo meal, Keybo-
Keybo Shabaz: What?
Laura Howlett: Sorry, I know you like to see everyone as Shamrock shake half full, Keybo-
Keybo Shabaz: Another fat joke, wonderful.
Laura Howlett: But Iām just not seeing what everyone else is seeing in Alex Blade.
Keybo Shabaz: Alex Blade is highly talented and was highly sought after on the indies. Heās a tremendous signing for the future of IWF.
Laura Howlett: Just seems sorta small to me.
Keybo Shabaz: Well not everyone can be built like Tytus Rost.
Laura Howlett: I know, itās sad really.
Keybo Shabaz: Letās get to the match.
{ The match kicked off with Happy barreling in toward Alex Blade but that only caught the much larger opponent a leaping knee strike to the face. Alex went right into an armbar takedown and tried for a cross armbreaker at the landing but Happy was able to get a foot to the ropes. Both men got to their feet and Happy again came peeling in with a clothesline attempt that Blade easily got under. Alex quickly shin kicked the back of Happyās knee and brought him down to one knee. From there connected with the Knee of Doom on Happy. Alex Blade then quickly went to the top rope and hit Happy with the Burning Splash! Blade grabbed the leg of Happy for a pin but somehow Happy was able to muscle his way out of it. Blade pulled Happy up to his feet and cracked him with a superkick and connected with the Chaotic Slicer! This time Alex hooked both legs of Mr Happy for the three count and the victory at three minutes and nineteen seconds. }
Keybo Shabaz: Alex Blade with another win as he continues to earn his keep in IWF!
Laura Howlett: It wasnāt a bad match, Iām partial to seeing someone who vaguely resembles you, Keybo getting their ass kicked.
Keybo Shabaz: How absolutely insensitive of you.
Laura Howlett: Thank you! Next up weāve got Shelly Diamond taking on Diamond Steele!
Keybo Shabaz: Battle of the Diamonds!
Laura Howlett: God help me.
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SINGLES MATCH
Shelly Diamond vs Diamond Steele
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{ Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers. Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin. }
{ The lights in the arena dim to a dull grey as smoke emits from the ramp way. Envy by Ice Nine Kills hits the pa as the lights in the arena turn bright white. As the song really kicks in the lights die down to a normal level to reveal Shelly Diamond standing on the ramp posing like her ex husband with her arms outstretched. She throws her arms down as pyro erupts behind her before strutting her way toward the ring to the beat of the music. Shelly walks up the steps then climbs up the outside ropes before throwing her arms out again as the lights in the arena turn up to a blinding level. When the lights return to normal she is now standing in the center of the ring, ready and waiting. }
Laura Howlett: Shelly Diamond is coming into this match with two wins under her belt whereas I canāt remember the last time Diamond Steele has won a match. I feel like this one is an easy call.
Keybo Shabaz: You may feel that way, Laura but Diamond Steele is a legit competitor and may be more of a challenge than you think.
Laura Howlett: For who? A 99 year old invalid on their death bed?
Keybo Shabaz: Do you have to be so insulting?
Laura Howlett; I donāt but some people make it so easy. Like you, chubs.
Keybo Shabaz: That wasnāt even that well thought out of an insult.
Laura Howlett: And yet it still felt incredibly satisfying.
Keybo Shabaz: Roll the match!
{ We started things off with Diamond and Shelly tying up in the middle of the ring. Shelly went for a go behind but Diamond countered with her own. Shelly once again went for the go behind but Diamond countered it again and both women broke away. They tied it up for a second time and Shelly went for a front waistlock but Diamond broke the hold and went behind Shelly for the rear waistlock but Shelly broke free of that and went of a side headlock. Diamond pushed Shelly off and swung a spinning heel kick but Shelly caught the leg and then went for a single leg takedown on Diamond Steele! Diamond was quick to her feet but Shelly grabbed her with a drop toe hold and went right for From the Flames. Diamond managed to fight her way free and break the hold. Both women got back to their feet and Diamond fired off a kick straight to the side of Shelly Diamond. Steele then ran past Shelly and hit a springboard crossbody block into a cover attempt but Shelly kicked right out of it. Both women found their feet again and Diamond came in for another tie up but this time Shelly fired off a kick straight to the side of the leg of Diamond Steele! Shelly then fired off several more kicks to the left leg of Steel before scooping it up for a Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Shelly immediately moved into position to start kicking the back of Diamondās knee before hitting a DDT on the left foot of Diamond Steele! Diamond clawed her way to the ropes and started to pull herself up but Shelly hit a basement drop kick on the knee that brought Diamond right back down. Shelly then grabbed Diamond by the leg and drug her back to the center of the ring where she locked in From the Flames for submission victory over Diamond Steele at four minutes and thirty seven seconds! }
Laura Howlett: Itās official! Shelly Diamond is on a hot streak!
Keybo Shabaz: Diamond Steele put up the best fight she could but Shelly has been running in overdrive since returning from the netherealm!
Laura Howlett: I donāt want to give Shelly too many pats on the back, sheās yet to face some of the top tier talent in the womenās division but I bet sheās starting to have some attention paid to her.
Keybo Shabaz: Iāll give you that, Laura but I donāt think itās going to be very long before Shelly is knocking on a champions door.
Laura Howlett: She has the pedigree and thatās ā
of the battle.
Keybo Shabaz: Iād argue otherwise but we have to move on to our next match.
Laura Howlett: Caleb Lockwood is going to murder someone on national television!
Keybo Shabaz: God I hope not, what would our sponsors think?
{ Cut to an add for Blake Family Funeral Services. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Caleb Lockwood vs "Eastbound and Proud" Lenny Powers
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{ The string and piano intro of "Look at Me" begins to play over the PA as the lights are doused, plunging the crowd into blackness. As the crowd buzzes, the drums kick in, bathing the stage and ramp in a red light, revealing Caleb Lockwood standing at the top of the stage, Joker in the Pack briefcase in hand. After a moment of taking the crowd in, letting the guitars fade in, he nods once, pressing his forehead to the briefcase. The lights begin to flash as the guitars pick up, erratically flickering on and off across the crowd, and as the vocals kick in, white light kicks in, flooding the arena and drowning out the red. Caleb stalks forward, briefcase swinging at his side like a hammer, and slides into the ring, pushing himself up to his feet with a paranoid side-to-side glance. Taking a moment to relax, he stalks to the corner, setting the briefcase down on the apron. Pressing his back to the turnbuckles, he slowly slides down to a seated position, head bouncing off of the buckles as he slumps down, arms hooking the second rope as he basks in the music, the sound of the crowd, and the calm before the storm. Lenny Powers re enters the ring. }
Keybo Shabaz: How long do you think Caleb is going to wait before cashing in the Joker in the Pack brief case?
Laura Howlett: Well if I were advising him, and let me be clear I am not, yet. I would tell him to wait until the World Champion is at their most vulnerable, say after a triple threat match, when theyāre totally gassed and barely have enough energy to stand. Then come in from behind, hit them with the brief case and cash it in for the World title!
Keybo Shabaz: Iām very glad you arenāt managing him.
Laura Howlett: Yet.
Keybo Shabaz: Please stop using this show to pedal your little group.
Laura Howlett: Please stop eating all the Boston Cream donuts in catering before anyone ever arrives.
Keybo Shabaz: I buy those donutsā¦
Laura Howlett; Theyāre for everyone!
Keybo Shabaz: I think I heard the ring bell!
{ The match started with a bang as Caleb came right out of his corner with a running knee strike that sent Lenny Powers flailing into the turnbuckle. From there Caleb came in with a sitout facebuster! Caleb then pulled Lenny up off the mat and just started to unload knee strikes to Powersā midsection. Caleb then helped Lenny stand up right and just lit up the chest of Powers with an open palm strike! Caleb then fired off three more shots and the welts became visible very quickly. With Lenny in poor shape, Caleb hit the ropes for Beast of War but not satisfied, Caleb pulled Powers back up. Caleb then drilled Powers with Fading Hope. But still not content to end the match there, Caleb pulled Powers up once more. Powers is now dead on his feet but Caleb just goes ahead and hits three more palm strikes across the chest of powers before just dead smacking him in the mouth. Powers almost goes down but Caleb grabs him and pulls him in for Starvations Grasp for the immediate tap out submission victory at just over three minutes. }
Laura Howlett: Caleb Lockwood just sent a very clear message to whoever comes out of the triple threat match tonight as World Champion. Caleb Lockwood aināt nothing to f**k with.
Keybo Shabaz: That was painful to watch. Caleb Lockwood has returned to form in one match after a short hiatus.
Laura Howlett: I know the wrestling world likes to glorify the Spike Kaneās and the Adam Kniteās but in five years time? Itāll be Caleb Lockwood theyāre talking about and after a match like that? Only Caleb Lockwood.
Keybo Shabaz: Speaking of triple threats, we have our first of three Heir to the Throne matches. The winner of this match gets ten points and is all but guaranteed a spot in the semi finals.
Laura Howlett: This is going to be great!
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HEIR TO THE THRONE
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Winner gets 10 points in HTTT
Wraith vs Abraxes vs JC Keeton
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{The lights throughout the arena go out row, by row, by row, until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness. The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring ā in unison, the crowd letās out a heavy gasp. He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd, while waiting for the match to begin. }
{ 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. }
{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. He makes his way to the ring bouncing in rhythm to the music. When he reaches the ring he leaps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, He continues to sway and bounce from heel to heel as he awaits the match to start. }
Keybo Shabaz: Who does a match like this favor, Laura?
Laura Howlett: Who does it favor!? Are you smoking crack again on the air!? Triple threat matches donāt favor anyone. The match can end with one participant not even being a factor!
Keybo Shabaz: Well yes, Iām just asking who do you think is talented enough to work themselves into a position for victory?
Laura Howlett: Hold on, let me get my magic eight ball. Oh, it says right here to kiss Mr Happyās hairy ass!
Keybo Shabaz: How would you know if itās hairy?
Laura Howlett: You donāt want to know. As for this match? Itās anyoneās game. Wraith has been almost unstoppable since his debut. Abraxes is an absolute nightmare of an opponent. And JC Keeton? Iām starting to warm up to him.
Keybo Shabaz: Really?
Laura Howlett: I mean, all Iām saying is if heās looking for better representation, I know a girl.
Keybo Shabaz: Again!? Jesus, letās head to the arena.
{ This one kicked off slow in the opening moments as no one wanted to be the first one to attack and possibly make a mistake. Eventually Abraxes had enough waiting and made a full on charge at Wraith. Wraith managed to forward roll out of the way and JC Keeton with a running dropkick on Abraxes that sent him into the corner. Wraith quickly followed up with a dropkick of his own in the corner. JC Keeton came in right after with a spinning uppercut and Wraith quickly followed with a Shining Wizard! After that onslaught on the bigger man, Abraxes dropped down and rolled out of the ring to recover. JC and Wraith turned their attention toward each other and locked up in the middle of the ring. JC was quick to move to a front waistlock and right into a belly to belly suplex. JC attempted to go for a submission but Wraith was very quick to maneuver out of it. Both men got to their feet and Wraith grabbed JC for a headlock takedown. Wraith tried to apply a rear naked choke but JC fought his way out of it. Both men got back to their feet and tied it up again and this time Wraith connected with a sitout Jawbreaker. JC stumbled backward and Abraxes returned to the ring with a devastating shoulder block that sends JC flying to the ring apron. Wraith quickly got up to his feet but Abraxes picked him right up for a huge power slam!
Wraith turned over and pushed himself back up but Abraxes was right there with a very nasty clothesline that send Wraith to his back. JC came back in and went for a jumping knee strike on Abraxes but the big man caught JC, slung him up onto his shoulders for a big time fall away slam! Abraxes peeled JC up off the canvas and just drilled Keeton with a head butt before hitting a huge Urinage! Abraxes turned back to see where Wraith was and Wraith caught the monster on the jaw with a Genocide Kick! Wraith hit one then two more but Abraxes was still standing. Wraith turned to the corner and ran up the ropes for Whisper in the Wind but Abraxes caught him and dropped him with a sitout power bomb! JC came back with a running dropkick to the side of Abraxesā head and then covered Wraith but it was only a two count. JC turned back to Abraxes who was getting up. JC ran past Abraxes and hit a huge springboard cutter! JC covered Abraxes but it was only for a two count. Wraith is back up onto his feet and catches JC with a Genocide Kick! Wraith then grabs JC for a Shiranui! Wraith covers JC but itās only a two count. Wraith gets to his feet and catches a wild boot from Abraxes! Abraxes pulls Wraith up and powerslams Wraith on top of JC Keeton! Abraxes covers both men but itās only a two count as they both kick out!
Abraxes pulls Wraith up and looks for Consign to Dream but JC comes back with a basement Yakuza kick! Abraxes drops Wraith and JC hits the ropes before coming back with Jumping Leapfrog Bulldog! JC quickly covers Abraxes but itās barely a two count! Wraith comes off the top with Whisper in the Wind on both men! Wraith covers JC but itās a two count. Wraith covers Abraxes but itās a two count. Wraith pulls JC up to his feet but JC snaps back with a half and half suplex! Abraxes is pushing himself up and JC hits the big man with a Posion Rana! JC jumps over the top rope to the apron and looks for his final shot as Abraxes starts to stand! JC comes flying back into the ring with Youth in Motion! JC connects with Abraxes but just as he does Wraith hits JC with a Genocide Kick! Abraxes is down. JC is down. Wraith quickly heads to the top rope and comes of with the Fallen One on Abraxes! Wraith hooks both legs of Abraxes for the three count and the victory with JC just falling short of breaking the count! The match came to a close at fifteen minutes and fifty three seconds! }
Laura Howlett: Wraith picks up a huge victory and the ten points securing him a place in the Heir to the Throne semi finals!!!
Keybo Shabaz: What an incredible match! I was on my feet the whole time, that was out standing!
Laura Howlett: I canāt take anything away from any of those men. It was anyoneās game and Wraith was just in the right place at the right time.
Keybo Shabaz: I hope Warren, Dean and Ulf were watching because Wraith may well be next match.
Laura Howlett: That is all for Hour One of Friday Night Sacrifice but before we wrap things up for the hour Iām told we are going to hear from Nick Knight who is neck deep in a war with his former stable mates, the Church of Crosse.
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SEGMENT
"I look forward to it"
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{āThis Means Warā by Five Finger Death punch hits over the arena sound system as a logo of a Knight and a Dragon appears on the big screen above the entrance ramp. āThe Hollywood Butcherā Nick Knight steps onto the ramp dressed in jeans, a red xXx Wrestling Academy t-shirt with a black Kenneth Cole jacket over the top. A man with mutton chop sideburns and mustache dressed in a custom made grey Tom Ford suit and sunglasses is on his left side, while a man wearing a dark green dragon mask and a blood red Gucci suit.
Reaching the ring Nick takes a mic and waits for the music to die. }
Nick Knight: The last few months the world has been under the attack of The Church of Crosse.
{The crowd begins to boo loudly. }
I will openly admit having a part in this bullshit and for that I apologize. I never meant for this thing to grow so far out of control, but when I found myself in the custody of the FBI I knew that it had to be stopped. I knew that the man calling himself Lucipher Crosse was no longer the brother that I loved dearly. I was taught that the most important thing in the world is family and even though I knew Lucipher Crosse was an evil son of a bitch I chose to continue to stand by his side.
Lucipher Crosse used me the same way he has used thousands of people all over the world. He used IWF as a platform to recruit the weak minded people that were just looking to belong. He promised to make them the best version of themselves. Letās be honest he hasnāt done a fucking thing. You actually think that Jayson Matthews and Jack Ferriman suddenly being able to win a few matches has anything to do with Crosse? No those guys started to win matches after spending hours in the gym with me and Gregor Winter. They busted their asses every stinking day while Lou sat on his fat ass spreading his lies.
So the way that Lou used IWF to build his cult I, no check that we are going to use it to tear it down. You see I knew that there was no way in hell I was up for this job on my own so I put calls into two people that I knew I could trust to have my back. Two men that hated having their names dragged through the mud just as much as me. Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce you to the man that will soon be your momās favorite wrestler. A man that has been the hottest independent wrestler in the world for over a decade, and my baby brother āSuper K Ecstasyā James Knight!
{Jimmy Knightās baby boy steps forward and gives an exaggerated bow. }
You just had to show off didnāt you?
{James just shrugs. }
Now the man to my right is an absolute stranger to all, but the most rabid professional wrestling fans. He is a graduate of the very first class of the xXx Wrestling Academy more than ten years ago. He spent time in dojos in both Mexico and Japan, before retiring to take a gig in the real world. Just donāt think for one second that heās gone soft because just last month he was 2021 United Kingdom Open Weight Shoot Wrestling Champion. I give you āThe Nightmare Dragonā Gabriel Crosse!
{The masked man steps forward and a blast of flame shoots high into the air from his mouth. A trick that he learned from a performer at Circus Circus while working during his teenage years. }
Lucipher Crosse: Very impressive little brother.
{The face of the leader of The Church comes onto the giant tron }
It is so nice to see all three of my brothers all in one place, and I must say looking quite dapper. Iāve not seen you all dressed so fancy since Jimmy Knightās funeral. Then again I belive that was the last time I saw you James. I heard that you ran off and drank and fucked away your paid. I mean we all know that you always were daddyās favorite.
And Gabe I apologize for not being around to visit you and the children the last few times Iāve been through Scotland. The thing is I have another family that takes up all of my time, and if Iām to be honest they really are a much better family. They worship the very ground that I walk on the way that a good little brother should, but it has been a long time since you were a good little brother. Soon that will change I promise you, because soon you all will be worshipping the āTrue Unholy Son.ā
{James Knight begins to laugh out loud making both Nick and Gabriel look at him and chuckle. The youngest son of Jimmy Knight says something that only the two other men in the ring can hear and Nicky nods that he understands. }
Nick Knight: What James just pointed out is that the only member of the Crosse family he would ever get down on his knees and worship is your mother.
{A look of absolute anger comes on Lucipher Crosseās face. }
Lucipher Crosse: Itās good to see that you are just as vulgar as always baby brother. Thatās alright, I will make you pay for what you just said. Just like I will make you all pay for thinking that your little Brotherhood is capable of standing up against the thousands of members of my Church.
Nick Knight: Can someone please cut this jerkoffs feed.
{The tron switches to static before going to black. }
Thank you! I have to listen to that blow hard go on for the last six months about his precious Church and Iām fucking sick of it.
{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 Church of Crosse. }
Gregor Winter: Do you really think you can silence āThe True Unholy Sonā Nicky? Do you think having the boys in the truck cut the feed will do anything to diminish the power of The Church of Crosse? The Church is so too big for you or any man to tear down.
Nick Knight: You know, youāre right Gregor thatās why youāre looking at three men that are going to tear it down. Weāre not alone either buddy, I have six more guys back in L.A. that want to see The Church fail just as much as we do and I guarantee that they arenāt alone. Tonight is just the beginning to the end big boy and you can let your boss know that.
Gregor Winter: I donāt take orders from a false prophet.
Nick Knight: Well how about you come down here and get your ass kicked by one.
Gregor Winter: Tonight is not the night for violence Nicky, but that night is soon to come.
Nick Knight: I look forward to it.
{The scene fades to a commercial for IWF Ice Cream Bars. }
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HOUR TWO
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Summer Thompson: Hi guys, gals, and nonbinary pals! Isn't this exciting? Ella and I are back again for Hour two of Friday night! Excited as always to be here, right Ella?
Ella Kelley: Hype as always Summer!
Summer Thompson: Well, let's get into it!
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HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
Roberto Verona vs Evan Albrecht
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Summer Thompson: Roberto Verona did not waste time with on Evan this week.
Ella Kelley: He was clear about how disappointed he was. That makes sense to me.
{Evan is already waiting in the ring, having entered during the commercial break }
Summer Thompson: Do you think it will be a long match, Ella?
Ella Kelley: Are you kidding?
{ The lights in the arena all go out at "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare out of the PA system. Spotlights begin to scan the crowd before fixating on a figure at the top of the stage which is revealed to be Roberto Verona, his head bowed towards the floor. As cheers being to resonate around the arena Verona raises his head and he begins a slow methodical march down the ramp, the spotlight following him as golden pyro rains down from above on the stage. Verona stares with disgust at the crowd who cheer him as he approaches the ring, but he doesn't react to them. As he reaches the steps he slowly ascends them before walking towards the middle of the ring apron, turning around to look into the crowd one last time before looking up and closing his eyes as he stretches his arms out wide and basks in the adulation. After indulging himself Verona climbs into the ring, psyching himself up as he awaits the beginning of the match. }
Summer Thompson: What?
Ella Kelley: Verona might tag with Angel nd Dean but heās not a monster. Heās going to be in and out fast.
{Verona waits after the bell is rung. Evan looks at him but Verona waits. Evan goes running at Verona after a couple minutes but Verona, fast like lightning, hits him with Madame Guillotine. Verona puts a foot down on Evanās chest for the one two three. }
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HEIR TO THE THONE
FIVE WAY DANCE
Winner gets 10 points in the HTTT
Stephen Terrella vs James Gilmore vs Chris Diamond vs Pax Stormcrow vs Tytus Rost
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Summer Thompson: And now for a match everyone has been waiting for.
Ella Kelley: With 10 points on the line for Heir to the throne...
{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. }
Summer Thompson: Tytus was surprisingly silent this week.
Ella Kelley: Isnātā¦ Isnāt he always quiet?
{The camera takes a long shot of the entryway as and the arena darkens and purple laser lights are cast upon the entry way. "Forfeit" begins to blare before Terrella makes his entrance alongside Portia thirteen seconds into the song. They take a few steps before stopping to stand side-by-side on the stage, Terrella on the left and Portia on the right. She places her left hand on his right shoulder and runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen as he lowers his glasses down the bridge of his nose before turning for a kiss. Terrella repositions 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. }
Summer Thompson: King making his way down to the ring. Heās had nothing but hardcore things to talk about.
Ella Kelley: I meanā¦ sure. But nothing that you wouldnāt expect out of him.
{ The lights in the arena begin to strobe red as the opening chords of Nero Frote begin to play. The stage erupts in pyro as the song really kicks into gear and Chris Diamond comes strutting out with a barbed wire wrapped baseball over his shoulder. Chris smirks at the fans before heading down to the ring in lock step with the song. Chris rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up while swinging his bat. Chris lines up his shot and swings holding his hand over his eyes like heās watching a head fly before casually leaning back onto a set of turnbuckles. }
Summer Thompson: Chris Diamond here. Doingā¦ Chris Diamond things.
Ella Kelley: Being a bad ass who doesnāt give a fuck what anyone thinks.
{The lights in the arena dim, and there is the sound of a powerup collected in an old video game system. At the sound, the crowd leap to their feet with cheers A beat is laid out, filling the arena with the sounds of a Midi file. The lights pulse in time with the music. As they flash as the beat trembles, an explosion of sparks rocks the entrance stage. Pax walks out onto the stage, looking around as the crowd bursts into cheers. He gives a smirk as the chanting on Suplex by A Tribe Called Red kicks in.
He stands at the top of the ramp, lifting his right fist into the air with his head down, bobbing his hooded head along with the music before marching down to the ring. He slides into the ring and jumps onto the second turnbuckle, throwing his hood off and hyping up the crowd with yells before slipping his coat off and letting it fall to the ground. }
Summer Thompson: Pax! Look at him go. Aw, Iām so happy for him.
Ella Kelley: Heās got a good head on hi shoulders.
{ 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. }
Summer Thompson: I know that was likely the longest entrance of the night but Gilmore is here to get the point to make the difference.
Ella Kelley: Or at least try.
{The action is thick and furious, with Violent Tendencies teaming up in order to control the flow of competition and keep the match in their preferred brawling environment. Unfortunately for them, even with the numbers advantage, the IWF Tag Team Champions are dealing with three highly-skilled world class athletes, and it's an uphill battle. At one point, Chris has paired off with Tytus Rost on the outside, the two big men throwing hands, and Terrella is busy locked up with Pax in the middle of the ring. Terrella backdrops out of a powerbomb attempt by the technical standout, sending both men to the outside with a furious clothesline, but they've barely recovered before James Gilmore comes crashing into the pile with an absurd high crossbody that bowls over the quartet, earning a roar of triumph from the home state crowd!
Gilmore is the first man up, but he only has a few moments to capitalize, with Stephen Terrella up hot on his heels. The other men recover in their time, and the fighting bleeds back into the ring, still a mile a minute. Recovering on the apron, Gilmore straightens up just in time for Chris to load up Pax for an attempt at the Sudden Impact! The ever-alert Stormcrow slips out the back, pushing off on Chris, who gets launched into a POWER WAVE lariat from Gilmore! As Gilmore gets back to his feet, though, he turns around into a vicious BODY SHOT from Terrella, crumpling him to the ground! Before he can even recover, though, Tytus comes screaming in from the side with the EVENT HORIZON, sending Terrella tumbling through the ropes! Rost springs back up, charging Pax, but Pax sidesteps, ducking a wild lariat attempt from Tytus and dumping him RIGHT ON HIS HEAD WITH A SAITO SUPLEX! Tytus bounces back to his feet, but clearly is on spaghetti legs, and Pax takes advantage of the moment to wrap him up in a hammerlock, bridging the massive Russian over with the PEACE OUT! ONE! TWO! THREE! Gilmore and Diamond are just too late sliding into the ring to break up the count, and as Pax's theme thumps through the arena, he quickly beats a retreat, hands in the air as he celebrates the hard-earned Heir to the Throne points and the winner's share of the purse. }
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SEGMENT
"Hide and Seek"
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{ Backstage, there was a scraping sound that trailed down the hallwayā¦ an indent being left behind as the camera was zoomed in, and focused on the metal nail that dug just deep enough into it. There was a slight jangle that followed. The footsteps echoed through the hallway, each step had a bit of an imbalance to them. The camera panned out to see Tara waltzing down the hallway; her hair was a bit crazier, loosely tied; draped around her neck like a snake was the chain that had held so much history, and slung over her shoulder was a studded batā¦ }
Tara: Ding-dong.
{ Tara had muttered to herself. She did not seem to care about the attention that she had garnered with the camera now following en routeā¦ There were several members of security that were following behind, but they were too concerned for their own wellbeing of getting in her path, and thought whatās the harm in her just walking around the hallway? }
Ella Kelley: Tara-- Tara?
{ Ellaās voice shook, and was riddled with fear. Ella was nervous to approach the former IWF Womenās World Champion, and an icon within the industry; the soft voice caused Tara to stop, and she tilted her head back and forth as Ella tried to approach with a microphone. }
Tara: Iām coming.
{ Tara muttered again, not as a reply to Ella, but rather to continue with the conversation she was having with herself. Ella continued to approach with caution, and Tara turned her head toward the interviewer; her face was covered with what could only be presumed as blood, done in a fashion of war paint; behind the war paint was her own make-up that was smeared, giving the impression that she had becomeā¦ unhingedā¦ }
Ella Kelley: What-- Where are you going?
{ She tilted her head back and forth a few more times, before letting a creepy smile crept across her face. }
Tara: To play a game withā¦
{ There was a brief glimpse of sanity, or rather insanity, that had come to Tara as she dug the metal nails into the wall puncturing it in the process. She giggled after a couple seconds of silence, and brought the twisted smile back to her face. }
Tara: To play a game. Where are they, Ella?
{ She twirled the bat and stepped away from the wall, bringing the metal nails right under Ellaās jaw in a threatening fashionā¦ Security went to charge forward, but Tara raised the bat and held it absolutely steady. Security took the hint, and held their ground as Ella took a big gulp. }
Ella Kelley: Who--
{ Ella stuttered. }
Ella Kelley: Who--
{ She stifled a sob, feeling the cold metal getting pressed against her skin. }
Ella Kelley: Who are you looking for, Tara?
{ Tara leaned in close, but kept the bat aimed at security as a warning to keep their distance. There was a strange sensation that even while out of her mind, Tara had a sense of control over the entire situation, and she withdrew the claw from Ellaās jaw before Ella closed her eyes tightly, but she let out a sigh of relief as she felt the danger she had gotten herself into withdraw. }
Tara: Theā¦ Darkā¦ Triad.
Ella Kelley: Why-- what are you going to do to them?
Tara: Play. A. Game.
{ Tara now turned her head to security, and to the camera. }
Tara: Stop following.
{ She brought the bat back down and turned down the hall to continue her playful strides, as she hummed a melody to herself. Security rushed to Ella Kelley to comfort her. She was nodding her head, trying to assure them that they were okay. The camera zoomed in on Tara continuing down the hallway but they heeded her warning and stopped following. }
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IWF MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Dean Harper vs Ulf Hednir vs Warren Kane(c)
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Summer Thompson: And here we are folks, the main evet! The world title match! Warren Kane vs Ulf Hednir vs Dean Harper! Whose your pick to win, Ella?
Ella Kelley: Anyone but Dean.
Summer Thompson: Me Too!
{Lights go to black, leaving the arena in dark silence for a few moments before the dark, rhythmic pulses of the beginning of Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War drums by A Perfect Circle begins to surge through the arena. }
Don't fret precious, I'm here
Step away from the window, go back to sleep
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils
See, they don't give a fuck about ...you like I do
{ Lights flash randomly through the arena, and soon flashes of some of the most savage moments of Dean's career flash in flickering effect on the 'tron. Finally, a single white spotlight shines down in the center of the stage, where Dean is crouching as he shifts side to side along with the music, hoodie and leather jacket open to show a bare chest underneath. He smiles up at the camera, eyes alight with a savage mania before he leaps to his feet, the motion bringing a massive flash as every light in the arena flares. He holds that position for a few moments, fist raised in the air before sprinting down to ringside. He leaps up onto the Apron, vaulting over the top rope and flipping into a roll that carries him to the opposite side of the ring, where he catches himself in the ropes and lounges amongst them almost casually, bobbing his head along with the music. }
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and all your demons
I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason
I'll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices, son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself
{With the help of the ropes, he shrugs off the hoodie and jacket before sliding back into the ring, tossing the removed clothing into the crowd. He takes a slow turn, arms wide as he takes in the reaction from the crowd, before cracking his neck and settling into his corner. }
Ella Kelley: I hate watching Dean come out.
Summer Thompson: Itās scary.
{The opening introduction for āRaise Your Hornsā by Amon Amarth plays over the PA system, and the crowd goes into a frenzy! The music can barely be heard over the sound of the fans. Ulf Hednir quickly shoves the curtains aside, dressed in his wolf headdress, and marches out onto the stage with his drinking horn held high over his head. }
Ulf Hednir: SKĆ
L!
Crowd: SKĆ
L!
{Ulf drinks from the drinking horn, and after, turns it upside down to show the crowd that there is nothing left. Ulf attaches the drinking horn to a strap hanging off his belt, and marches down the ramp to shake hands or high five many of the fans along the ramp; fans scramble to get as close as they can and he takes an extra moment to ensure he greets as many as he can. Ulf goes around to the right side of the ring, still greeting as many fans as he can until he reaches the timekeeperās table, where he removes the headdress and the drinking horn, placing them on the table. He walks up to the apron and leaps up, grabbing the ropes, and leaning back to let loose a mighty howl. }
Raise your horns, raise them up to the sky,
We will drink to glory tonight!
Raise your horns for brave fallen friends,
We will meet where the beer never ends!
{The chorus plays over, and Ulf steps between the middle and top ropes before parading around the ring a bit, raising his arms from each side of the ring. He stands by and waits for the match to start. }
Summer Thompson: Ulf looking great.
Ella Kelley: Donāt you have a boyfriend?
Summer Thompson: Doesnāt mean I canāt look.
{The lights go out and the snow steady beat of New Divide by Linkin Park plays and the crowd gives a good cheer for Warren Kane as he emerges from behind the curtains wearing a simple leather jacket, with his hands at his hips and a smile on his face. He then heads towards the ring, stopping to touch hands with members of the crowd before stopping in front of the ring. Closes his eyes, takes a breath before jumping up onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and raising his arms in the air getting a positive reaction from the crowd. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as he drops into the ring. }
Ella Kelley: And our current world champion! Warren Kane!
Summer Thompson: He looks pumped to be here.
{The match gets underway in a hurry. Ulf and Warren seem to focus all their attention on Dean, as if an unspoken agreement seems to be that he is a problem neither want to deal with solo. Dean is holding his own alright until he takes a kidd kick to the head. Warren takes a moment to catch his breath and his hit with a Thor Punch from Ulf. He seems to lean down and apologies to Warren before grabbing Dean up and hitting with with a BLOOD EAGLE before pinning him for the 1
2
3!! }
Ella Kelley: Oh my god! We have a new world champion!!!
Summer Thompson: Amazing! Iām so happy for him!
{Ulf is handed the world title and clings it to his chest as balloons and confetti rain down around him and the crowd goes wild! The camera shifts to showing Caleb Lockwood at the top of the ramp, holding the Joker in the Pack briefcase with a smirk before the feed cuts. }
Well howdy there pardner.