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SINGLES MATCH
Mason Alexander Vanderbilt vs Mr. Happy
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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. }
Terri Morasco:Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Friday Night Sacrifice! I'm Terri Morasco and joining me as always is the one and thankfully only Vasco Dias.
Vasco Dias: What a rude introduction! This world would be a better place with more of me.
Terri Morasco: I don't want to live in that world. On a serious note though we have a loaded card tonight and we're kicking things off with the highly anticipated debut of Mason Alexander Vanderbilt as he takes on Mr. Happy who is already waiting patiently in the ring.
{The camera transitions over to the stage where on the screen, images of traditional “Americana” can be seen. Beginning with shots of Times Square in New York City, the videos then transitions between skylines of some of America’s most notable locations. The skylines of Miami, Chicago, San Francisco, Detroit, Houston, and New York City are shown. After a moment, much of the United States natural landforms are shown in a drone-style fly-over style. The Rocky Mountains, Grand Canyon, and Niagara Falls are just a few of the images shown in quick succession. Suddenly, the video transitions to a majestic valley, where a large American flag stands erect, flowing through the wind at the top of a hill. Suddenly, the imagery overtakes the screen on the feed of those watching around the world. At this moment, the word “MAVERICK” flies across the screen. At that moment, the sounds of Goodbye June’s “Man of the Moment” fill the arena. With the camera transitioning back from the video feed to the live action in the arena, cheers and some jeers begin to fill the arena. Standing at the top of the ramp, wearing a sequined robe stands a smiling Mason Alexander Vanderbilt. He mouths the words “I love you all too” at the crowd who continue to rain down a mixed reaction at the self-proclaimed Maverick. Turning to face the ring, he once again adjusts his robe before walking over to the ring-stairs to begin his ascension into the ring. After walking onto the ring apron, he walks across the entirety of the side, before slowly climbing onto the middle of the turnbuckle.}
Alison Valance: From Manhattan, weighing two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is “The Maverick”, Mason… Alexander… Vanderbilt!”
{At the sound of his name, he rips open his robe, to reveal his chiseled physique. Beaming from ear-to-ear, he slowly removes the robe, allowing the inside to be seen as it is adorned with an American flag. Throwing it down to the ringside attendant, he jumps down from the turnbuckle. Methodically, he then enters the ring. Walking straight to the center, he picks his head up to look towards the crowd. His trunks, in American regalia, have the word Maverick directly printed on the front. Throwing the trousers out of the ring, he walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, and climbs up to the middle once again. He then takes his index and middle finger, and once again kisses them. Making the two peace signs once again. Throwing his arms into the air once again, Mason Alexander Vanderbilt poses proudly, letting the fans get their fill of his attitude. He then jumps down from the turnbuckle, and walks back towards the center of the ring awaiting the start of the match.}
Terri Morasco: Here we go, let's see if he can live up to the hype.
{The bell sounds and the match starts off with Mr. Happy trying to throw a low kick but MAV catches his foot and pulls him into him before scooping him up for a High Angle Bodyslam. That would set the tone for a rather quick one sided match as Mr. Happy could never get any offense going while Vanderbilt put on an absolute clinic with a variety of suplexes and submissions that many fans were surprised the clown survived. After a clothesline from Happy finally staggered he went for a big move out of sheer desperation but Mason quickly shook it off, hooked his head lifted him up into a Vertical Suplex position before bringing him crashing down into a Side Slam in his patterned match ender known as The Man of the Moment. The cover was very nonchalant but it didn't matter, Mr. Happy was not kicking out. Mason Alexander Vanderbilt is your winner in two minutes and forty two seconds.}
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen your winner The Maverick”, Mason… Alexander… Vanderbilt!”
Terri Morasco: What an absolutely dominant debut! I see a bright future for this guy.
Vasco Dias: I see you drooling over another well built competitor, get your self together Morasco.
Terri Morasco: He's very attractive but I assure you I'm not drooling folks. Never listen to Vasco, we'll be right back.
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Who came out of Metamorphosis as the World Tag Team Champions?
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{ The lights in the arena darken, and blue and white spotlights are cast upon the stage. Snow falls from the rafters, gently dancing in the lights, and landing softly onto the stage as the opening to Nonpoint's "In The Air Tonight" echoes throughout the arena. Jessé Marchand steps out from behind the curtain first wearing one of the World Tag Team Championship belts, followed closely by Travis Reinhart, carrying his over his shoulder. Marchand kneels on the stage with his head bowed, tapping his fist to his nose three times; while Reinhart stands behind him and runs his thumb across his throat in a slashing gesture. }
Alison Valance: Please welcome the NEW IWF World Tag Team Champions... Vendetta!
( Reinhart and Marchand begin to walk toward the ring with a cool and quiet confidence. )
Well, when you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before, my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies
{ Both men pause at the bottom of the ramp, holding up the middle two fingers on their right hands in a "V" shape for the camera. Marchand slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring while Reinhart heads up the stairs and leaps over the top rope. They climb opposite corners, perching themselves on the middle turnbuckles. Marchand surveys the arena, looking side-to-side while Reinhart glances back over his shoulder toward the ring with a bit of a smirk. }
{ Marchand walks over, taking a pair of microphones from a staff member at ringside. He hands one to Travis, and keeps the other for himself. }
Marchand: "We did exactly what we said we were going to do."
{ Marchand pauses to take in a rather mixed reaction from the crowd. }
Marchand: "We entered the gauntlet first, and we defeated Team Diversity Hire."
{ The statement draws some boos from the fans in attendance. }
Marchand: "We defeated Jason Williams and Leo Hemmingway."
{ Marchand hesitates, allowing the statement to resonate. }
Marchand: "We defeated Roberto Verona and JC Keeton."
{ Reinhart smirks. }
Reinhart: "We pinned the guy that said we didn't belong in the match, too. That had to sting, eh, JC?"
{ Marchand keeps his emotions in check, but does tap the title belt resting around his waist to draw attention to it. }
Marchand: "And we became World Tag Team Champions."
{ There are a few cheers from the crowd, proving Vendetta are not without their supporters. }
Marchand: "Given our claims, you may be expecting me to stand in this ring and tell you it was easy. I'm here to tell you it wasn't. Every time we step into the ring with Team Diversity Hire, personal feelings for them aside, they make us earn those victories. Victory normally brings a sense of accomplishment, but as we sat there trying to gather ourselves, Jason Williams and Leo Hemmingway came out. For two guys who came together from out of nowhere, they are damn hard to beat. This time we didn't underestimate them. We knew exactly who they were and how good they are. We avenged our loss, but instead of being able to breathe, the music hits and out comes a fresh Hall Of Fame competitor, Roberto Verona, and his tag team partner, a very talented, JC Keeton."
{ Marchand takes a heavy breath. }
Marchand: "Metamorphosis was one of the longest and hardest nights we've ever had. But I wouldn't have had it any other way. It made winning these World Tag Team Championships for the very first time in our careers that much more special."
{ This statement elicits a more favorable response from some more of the audience. Marchand nods, basking in the moment they had striven so hard to achieve. Reinhart steps forward, leaning on the ropes and sporting a self-assured grin. }
Reinhart: "The grind isn't over for us, though. We may have beat damn near an entire division in one night, but we want more. Any time, any team, anywhere... if you want a shot at these titles, we're right here. The only demand we have is before you come asking us to put our name on the dotted line, you get at least a tag team victory or two on your resume. We want you to have that experience because we want the absolute best you got when you face us. I guarantee you the results will be the same, though- a Stormbreaker followed by a three count."
Marchand: "Love us or hate us, you can no longer deny us. We are the best tag team in the world, bar-none."
{ Marchand reaches back and unfastens the title belt from around his waist. He keeps hold of it, lifting it into the air with his righthand. }
Marchand: "These championships prove it."
{ Vendetta's music hits, playing them out of the ring. }
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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP word Limit
Jason Williams vs Mickey Jones
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{We return to the ring with Mickey Jones already in the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Well Vasco very little is known about Mickey Jones outside of the fact he likes to fight.
Vasco Dias: He's in the right place then and Jason Williams is about to give him one.
Alison Valance; Ladies and gentlemen introducing first already in the ring, Mickey Jones.
{The camera zooms on Mickey and he raises his arm to little reaction from the fans but he shrugs it off.}
Alison Valance: And his opponent, hailing from Peterborough, England….Jason Williams!
{After allowing the guitar instrumental to play out for a short while Jason takes to the stage, soaking all of the atmosphere in; the lights, the fans, the noise. He slaps a few hands as he makes his way to the ring, not so much that he goes out of his way to do so but he's not going to actively ignore people. He climbs the steel steps and walks the apron for a moment, glancing once more at the fans before entering the ring through the middle rope. He'll take position in the centre and stare at the hard-cam, hands clasped behind his back, as he prepares for battle.}
Terri Morasco: Williams looks ready to bounce back after his bid to capture the Tag Team titles along side Leo Hemmingway came up short at Metamorphosis.
Vasco Dias: I hope he's not looking past Jones here.
{The match starts off with Williams looking for a collar and elbow tie but Jones refuses to engage, instead delivering a straight right hand that snaps Jason's head back and causes him to check his lip for blood. The opening minutes of the match would be much of the same with Williams trying to use his technical wrestling expertise to his advantage while Jones wants no part of it and answers every attempt with unorthodox boxing techniques that were very obviously learned behind bars. A stiff uppercut floored the 45 year old Brit and Jones nearly scored what would have to be considered a huge upset.}
Terri Morasco: I don't think Mickey Jones knows how to wrestle.
Vasco Dias: I don't think he needs to he's piecing up the veteran.
{As the match continues a well executed DDT finally turns the tides in Williams favor and and he goes to work with a variety of chops, uppercuts of his own and constant pressure with a countless submission attempts but somehow the gritty and determined Mickey Jones survives. A misuses Diving Elbow Drop from Williams left both men down and out on the mat but it would be Mickey who got to his feet first and just stomped Jason from head to toe but this seemed to anger the well traveled veteran and he fought back to his feet, caught a kick from the newcomer and wrapped up his ankle before dragging him to the mat into a devastating Heel Hook and the tap out was almost instant giving Jason Williams the victory over a game Mickey Jones in eight minutes and thirteen seconds.}
Terri Morasco: Jason Williams pulls it out but he has a fight on his hands that's for sure.
Vasco Dias: I'll be honest, I'm more impressed with Jones in the loss. We know what Williams can do. Then this virtual unknown came in here and picked him apart for nearly three minutes before Jason figured him out.
Terri Morasco: Well hopefully we haven't seen the last of him and this was a good win to get Jason Williams some momentum back as we move towards High Stakes and The Roulette. We'll ve right back.
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Who came out of Metamorphosis as the World Television Champion?
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{ We cut backstage to see Tiffany Jones standing by with Pax Stormcrow. Pax is wearing a pair of jeans with a Team Diversity Hire t-shirt on. Most notable of course, is the World Television Title settled back around his waist where it belongs. }
Tiffany Jones: Tiffany Jones here, standing by Live with the World TV Champion, Pax Stormcrow. Pax, you had a hard fought match against Stephen Terella. How does it feel to walk out still the champion?
Pax Stormcrow: Well Tiffany, it feels pretty damn good. Look, say what you will about Terella, but he is a tough son of a bitch. He sure as hell put me through the works and speaking honestly? It was touch and go whether I was going to walk out the winner or not. I don’t agree with his methods, but I’d be a liar if I said he didn’t make me work for it.
{ Pax rolls his shoulders slightly, giving a small wince. }
Tiffany Jones: It was certainly a highlight of competition. When do you think you will be in action next?
Pax Stormcrow: Whenever I get booked again. Once upon a time I used to go by Mr. No Days Off. I’m not afraid of earning the name again, but between you and me? I’m still a bit battered from the fight against Stephen so I’ll take whatever time they give me.
{ Pax gives one of his magnetic smiles towards the camera, adjusting the belt on his waist. }
Tiffany Jones: You continue to extend your record as the longest reigning TV champion and coming out of your 4th defense. How does that feel?
Pax Stormcrow: Well Tiff… Can I call you Tiff?
{ She laughs softly, nodding her head as she twirls a strand of hair around her figure. Pax smiles brightly before looking back to the camera. }
Pax Stormcrow: Well Tiff, holding the longest title defense is one thing, but we all know the number of defenses is what really matters. It’s about being a fighting champion. And while I have the second most defenses of any other World Television Champion, I’m still and half the amount that Ulf had. Ulf put this title on the map, and if I want to stand toe to toe with him, I’m gonna need to defend this belt a few more times.
Tiffany Jones: Well said. With that in mind, who do you think should be the next person to challenge for the title in your opinion?
{As soon as Tiffany Johns asked her question about who will face Pax for the IWF World Television Championship. Nick Danger walks in wearing a red NEW SAVIOR t-shirt and blue jeans.}
Nick Danger: Sorry, to interrupt Tiff but I don't think Pax has to look that far for a challenger for the IWF World Television Championship. Because I am here to step up and challenge you for that title. What do you say, Pax? Because instead of waiting I might as well step up and challenge you face to face. Whenever you want to defend that title.
{ Pax looks Nick Danger up and down for a moment before he lifts his brows and grins. }
Pax Stormcrow: Sure thing, Nicholas. You want to step out and call your shot? I can respect that. My dance card is wide open right now. February 25th, but you better bring your A Game. This belt requires a good show, don’t you think?
Nick Danger: Okay, February 25th sounds great to me. My A-game will be brought to the next level Pax. You are a hard worker just like me so I believe our match will be a match for the ages.
{ Pax laughs softly, hooking his fingers into the title belt around his waist. }
Pax Stormcrow: There isn’t a worker like me. See ya then, Nicholas.
{ Pax nods to Tiffany and Nick before turning and walking out of frame. Tiffany looks at Nick}
Nick Danger: Pax will realize entering the ring with me. His title reign will be in danger no pun intended. February 25th, can't get here any sooner. See you later Tiff.
{Nick walk-off from Tiff making the scene goes to the next match}
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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Stephen Terrella vs Alex Blade
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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, black kick pads boots, and wearing a muscle shirt. He looks at all the fans. }
Alison Valance: Introducing first, making his way to the ring... from Los Angeles, California... standing 5'11"... and weighing in at 198 pounds... The Superior Dragon... Alex Blaaaade!
{ He makes his way down the crowd entrance with a focused 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, getting ready for his opponent to enter the ring. }
Alison Valance: And his opponent...
{ The camera takes a long shot of the entryway as and the arena darkens. Smoke begins to rise from the ground atop the stage, cast in a purple hue from the lighting directly overhead as 'Disorder' begins to blare across the speakers. Terrella makes his entrance holding hands with Portia. They take a few steps before stopping to stand side-by-side on the stage, releasing hands. She places her left hand on his right shoulder and runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen as he lowers his glasses down the bridge of his nose before turning for a kiss. }
Alison Valance: About to make his way down the aisle, being accompanied by Portia... standing 6'2"... and weighing in at 309 pounds... from Cold Springs, Nevada... The King Of Clubs... Stephen Terrrrellllllaaaa!
{ Terrella re-positions his sunglasses and begins a slow walk toward the ring, arm-in-arm with Portia, to a chorus of boos. They reach the bottom of the stairs where they release arms. Terrella removes his sunglasses and vest and hands them to Portia. He surveys the arena for a few seconds with a menacing scowl before making a slow march up the stairs. Terrella walks the apron to the center of it, stopping with his left hand resting on the top rope to stare down the crowd as Portia applauds for her man from the floor. Finally he ducks under the top rope to enter the ring, rolling his shoulders once inside to ready himself to fight. }
{ The opening bell sounds as the two competitors meet each other in the middle of the squared circle. Terrella shoves Blade in the face, drawing the Dragon's ire. Blade rattles off some kicks to Terrella's legs, trying to destroy his vertical base. Alex shoots in, looking for a German Suplex, but Terrella is well-prepared to block the attempt from his previous match, immediately bending at his knees and prying at Blade's fingers. The King counters with a vicous back elbow, creating some seperation. From there, Terrella scoops Blade up and deposits him onto the canvas with a body slam. This would lead to Terrella pulling Blade into a seated position. Stephen stands behind Blade, raining down lefthand after lefthand onto the top of the Dragon's head as Portia applauds on the outside. }
{ Stephen ruthlessly digs his fingers into Blade's eyes, drawing a warning from official Jessica Andrews. Terrella relents, having a few choice words for Jessica. She tugs at her shirt to demonstrate she's in charge, leading to Terrella attempting to back her down into the corner. The Dragon stands, gathering himself as he tries to regain his vision. Terrella charges him, but Blade channels his other senses and sidesteps the incoming Terrella. Blade kicks Terrella in the back of the knee, buckling him. The Superior Dragon repeatedly strikes the kneeling Terrella in the lower back with roundhouse kicks, punishing him. Terrella grimaces with every blow. Alex heads for the ropes, bouncing off to build momentum and then striking Terrella in the back of the head with a running bicycle knee! }
{ The Superior Dragon stays on Terrella, capitalizing on his advantage with a front suplex on the bigger man! Alex works over Terrella's back for another three minutes with a series of stretches and submissions as Portia looks on with concern. Alex drops a diving knee right into the small of Terrella's back, drawing an anguished growl out of the King. Blade decides to take a chance, ascending to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off, delivering a Burning Splash onto Terrella's back. Blade rolls Terrella into a cover, but also inadvertently moves him closer to the ropes. As the official slides into position for the counter, Portia places one of Terrella's feet on the ropes out of the official's view and then points it out to the referee, breaking the count. Blade and Portia trade a few words as Terrella stirs. Terrella looks up at Blade, and the King is seething. }
{ Stephen gives Blade the middle finger as he pushes himself to stand. The Dragon connects with a crushing discus elbow smash to Terrella's chest, but as he turns to follow up with a discus lariat, Terrella snatches him in a violent full nelson slam. Terrella feigns blowing snot onto Blade. He drops a vile stomp right on the bridge of Blade's nose, leaving his boot there for a spinning boot scrape. Terrella tries to workout some of the punishment his back endured at Blade's hands as he paces to the other side of the ring. He waits on Blade to stand, almost stalking him. When Blade rises, Terrella explodes into Blade's midsection with a spear that levels Blade! Terrella reaches down, grabbing Blade by the throat with both hands and hoisting him up in a choke, only to toss him into the corner! Terrella charges, flattening Blade with the 'Silver Crush' in the corner! The King brings Blade out, hooking his arm behind his head and punching him as hard as he can directly in the heart with his '10-42'! Blade crumples, and Terrella covers by driving his forearm across Alex's face for a last bit of punishment as the official counts... One!... Two!!... Three!!! The bell sounds as Terrella's music hits. }
Alison Valance: Your winner of the match by pinfall... Stephen Terrella!
{ Portia enters the ring as Terrella stands over Alex, staring down at him. Portia chases the official off, preventing Jessica from raising Terrella's hand. Portia instead does the honors, and the two then share a kiss over the fallen Blade as the crowd boos. }
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Who came out of Metamorphosisas the Women's World Champion?
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{ Call me Little Sunshine by Ghost plays as we are taken to a highlights package of the Women’s World Championship Match at Metamorphosis.
We first see clips of each opponent making their way to the ring, Rowan MacDonnough in all her dark glory and then Shelly Diamond with her pomp and circumstance. We see the two standing off as the music continues to play in the background. }
We continue further into the match.
The action began to heat up at this point as both competitors moved through their vast arsenal.
These two women showed once again why IWF is the pinnacle of women’s professional wrestling.
With both competitors exhausted we neared the end of an intense battle.
{ As the song comes to an end we are left with a frozen image of Shelly Diamond standing victorious on the entrance ramp with blood dried to her face and the World Championship up over her head. }
“That?”
{ Before transitioning to a live close up of the World Champion, Shelly Diamond. }
Shelly Diamond: That was the true main event of Metamorphosis.
{ We pan back to see the World title on her shoulder. }
Shelly Diamond: Not some MCU stunt actor versus a kid with abandonment issues. That was the faux main event, the one Roberto Verona wishes the crowd cared about. But we all know the real main event was Rowan MacDonnough versus Shelly Diamond. Rowan, a woman whose very name causes Tara Fenix to nearly drop dead of an anxiety attack, #getwellsoon; and me, the undefeated, undisputed WORLD CHAMPION!
{ Shelly scoffs. }
Shelly Diamond: But you know what? It’s fine. Roberto Verona can continue disrespecting me while he struggles to find me a challenge. And I meant that, a challenge, not a challenger, A CHALLENGE. Maybe I’ll just take the World Title sightseeing. There’s a whole universe out there to be explored all you have to do is walk through the forbidden door…
{ Shelly turns to face a closed wooden door with caution tape on it. She laughs and then punts it open. }
Shelly Diamond: See you on the other side.
{ Fade to black. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Gabriela Luna vs Sorcha Wynne
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{The relentless opening chords of "Vortex" by Los Savants crash out as Gabriela Luna dashes out onto the stage, throwing her fist into the air to the cheers of the crowd. She shouts at the crowd, beckoning them on with her hands, and grins widely at them before turning and charging down the ramp. Gabriela leaps and slides feet-first under the bottom rope, rolling to her feet and coming up with a defiant shout of joy. She runs over to the nearest empty corner, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle and further beckoning the crowd on before hopping down into a crouch and waiting for the match to start.}
{The drums and guitars of "Rule of Nines" start to echo across the arena as Mist flls the entryway before Sorcha rises up form the floor when the main riff kicks in. stepping out smoothly dressed in a long cloak, ring gear underneath before she walks down the entryway , climbing the steps and kneeling in the middle of the ring to mutter some of prayer, rising and discarding the cloak jacket and movee to the corner.}
{The match goes hard. Both women ut their all into the match before Gabriela pins Sorcha for the win.}
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Who came out of Metamorphosis as the Men's World Champion?
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{ The cameras are picking up on some movement through the crowd and upon a closer look, three people are seen making their way to a front row seat. First is Ashley Miller, the young lady who had accompanied Sabin to the arena for Metamorphosis. Next is Tara Fenix, the former IWF Women’s World Champion, and runner-up in Heiress to the Throne; beside her is a face that has not been seen on IWF television in years: Chris “Doc” Docherty, the younger brother to Tara and uncle to Sabin aka Wraith. }
Vasco Dias: It has been a long time since we’ve seen Doc come into an IWF arena!
Terri Morasco: But his nephew just became the youngest champion of all time, so that is reason to celebrate!
{ The crowd is anticipating the arrival of the IWF Men’s World Champion; whoever was victorious at Metamorphosis if people were living under a bridge or did not have internet access over the course of the last twelve days, and just like that: the lights all flicker out. As the arena is enshrouded in darkness, the crowd erupt into a cheer upon this event and just then, the lights do come back on with the winner from Metamorphosis standing in the center of the ring...Wraith. He has the belt slung over his shoulder as he glances back and forth at the audience, tilting his head one way and then the other, and he cannot keep the “Docherty” smirk from coming across his face. He has a microphone clasped in his other hand and raises it, still receiving a mixed reaction off of the crowd. There are some people disappointed that Ulf had lost the championship, but the others that are still happy for the second generation superstar who is the son of Tara, stepson to Angel, and has now become the youngest IWF Men’s World Champion of all time. }
WRAITH: Less than a year!
{ Wraith shouted out to the crowd that was still creating an ambience with their mild cheers. He took a couple steps from the center of the ring, and his gaze was fixated on nothing in particular; just gazing in front of him while holding the belt to his shoulder. }
WRAITH: When I came to the Imperial Wrestling Federation, there was one goal that I had…
{ He said while straightening out his posture, raising his head, and extending his index finger from his hand that still held the championship securely to his shoulder. }
WRAITH: One goal that I had to accomplish before anything else. I took a vow of silence; I vowed that I would not speak until I was able to break Angel...and that is exactly what I did in December; I broke him. My goal was done. My mission was done. It was finally time that I was able to move on, and despite having walked into the Imperial Wrestling Federation with that one goal in mind, there was always that second goal; there was no doubt in my mind that I, one day, wanted to be able to walk out as the IWF Men’s World Champion. There have been a great number of people who were here before me that are still looking for their time in the limelight, but I proved myself to be the greatest...of the greatest bloodline; of the greatest family! I came close on a couple of occasions. Had Angel not intervened, I could have taken on Ulf earlier after winning Heir to the Throne; had Angel not intervened, I could have taken out Warren Kane to face Ulf in December!
{ His voice had risen with a certain confidence to it, but also hissed when he considered that it was not meant to be. Something was holding him back. }
WRAITH: That was fate. That was fate telling me that my job was not done, and that I needed to focus...I needed to finish my job with Angel, so I was thwarted on a couple occasions on my way to becoming the IWF Men’s World Champion, but--
{ Wraith raises the belt from his shoulder and held it up proudly on display for the audience. }
WRAITH: --after I did that, there was nothing to stop me! There was NO ONE to stop me! I did what nobody else has EVER been able to do to Ulf Hednir...I made him...tap out. I made Ulf admit to the world by tapping out that he was not good enough to beat me.
{ He brings the championship back to his shoulder and does retain that smile on his face. }
WRAITH: The youngest...IWF...Men’s...World Champion of all time! Do you know what that is like? Do you know that Dean Harper, my own brother, was the previous holder of that honor? And I took it away from him with years to spare! The youngest...IWF...Men’s...World Champion; My father...my actual father...battled to reach the top of his company when I was a boy, barely three-years-old; he battled for the championship on fourteen occasions in one year. FOURTEEN times in one year, and the top prize eluded him! He could never win it. Here I am: year one. Year one, I ascended to the top of the mountain, and so we are on the dawning of a new age: The Age of Wraith. This is one championship...one of many, as I rise and become greater each and every year. Anyone who would like to step into the ring with me: I welcome it. I welcome it. I welcome you! Challenge me! Fight me! Become part of history as I...start my reign as the youngest, and greatest champion of all time.
{ He took a momentary pause and licked his lips before gaining that Docherty smirk; he is his mother’s son. The camera takes a glance over at the trio, who are all hollering and cheering for him. }
WRAITH: Anyone, anytime. Who wants next?
{ Wraith said and walked to the nearest corner where a cameraman was in place, and got the perfect shot as Wraith spoke the next words. }
WRAITH: There is someone… {Wraith chuckled under his breath.} There is someone who has already indicated that they would like to be…next in line. Nick Knight– you are finally stepping out of the shadow that was the Church of Crosse, and finally trying to prove that you are someone in this company! How does it feel to know that you have been here surpassed by people who came here after you? People who returned after you have made a name for yourself within this establishment? Ulf…took the TV Title away from you and actually did something with it! And I– in my first year in the business– became the youngest champion in history. You have your goal to take this belt away from me… You better do something worthwhile to gain my attention.
{ Wraith pushed off from one of his feet and spun in a circle; he dropped the microphone while taking a step forward and just as he did, the lights went off...the crackling noise of the microphone hitting the canvas could be heard just before the lights came back on and the IWF Men’s World Champion was gone. The camera shifts over to the trio who are now shuffling their way back through the crowd to make their own departure. }
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TAG TEAM MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Warren Kane and Dean Harper vs Abraxes and Nick Knight
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{ 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 driving guitars of FFDP’s This Is War fills the arena as Nick Knight steps onto the entrance ramp. The voice of Ivan Moody joins the fray as pyro turns the stage into a warzone, UNO, DOS, TRES, GET THE FUCK UP!!! Knight stomps through the smoke and and down the ramp dressed in purple track pants and a purple and gold xXx Wrestling Academy t-shirt. Nick reaches ringside and slides under the bottom rope and quickly gets to his feet, his eyes never leaving his opponent as he tears away the pants revealing a pair of black trunks with the Knight chess piece logo. Pulling the shirt over his head he throws it into the crowd and awaits the bell.}
{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.}
{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.}
Vasco Dias: Welcome back to Friday Night Sacrifice! In our main event we have the Second Generation Hit Squad, Dean Harper and Warren Kane taking on the tandem fever dream that is Nick Knight and Abraxes!
Terri Morasco: Knight and Abraxes have been working shockingly well as a team.
Vasco Dias: I agree but will they be able to work together long enough to defeat two absolute future legends?
Terri Morasco: We are about to find out!
{ The match kicked off with Dean and Abraxes in the ring. Dean attempted to use his speed to knock Abraxes off his base but the Monster would not be teetered. Instead Abraxes fought back hard using his strength to his advantage and launching Dean across the ring every chance he got.
Warren would eventually convince Dean to tag out before Abraxes could do any real long lasting damage. Warren is able to destabilize the bigger man with an enzugiri followed right up with a short arm clothes line. Warren then made the tag back to Dean who connected with a Sling Blade that finally took Abraxes off his feet.
Abraxes however rolled close enough to his corner for Knight to tag himself into the ring. Knight entered the ring like a ball of fire and dropped Dean with successive clotheslines. Knight would work Dean over with palm strikes to the chest before connecting with the Non Dairy Creamer. Dean would fight back to his feet from a two count with palm strikes to the sides of Knight. Dean would then go back to his speed hitting a shotgun dropkick, a hurricanrana and finally Product of War for his own two count.
Abraxes broke up the pin on his partner and Warren re entered the match. Warren and Abraxes fought each other out onto the apron where Abraxes hit Warren with a urinagi on the apron! Back inside the ring, Dean and Knight were on their feet and slugging it out. Nick was quickly gaining the advantage over Dean but Dean hit a bicycle knee strike! Dean then connected with Up is Down but it wasn’t enough to put Knight away.
Dean looked for Warren to tag but Warren was on the floor still. Abraxes stood over Warren on the outside of the ring. Abraxes looked into the ring at Dean and then to Knight. Dean stepped forward with the intentions of helping Warren as Abraxes pulled him up to his feet. Knight saw an opening and went for it. Nick Knight grabbed Dean Harper for Welcome to Hollywood! Nick Knight grabbed Dean Harper and it looked like he was going to deliver Banned in Memphis but on the outside of the ring the referee spotted Abraxes as he took a steel chair and wrapped it around the head of Warren Kane!
Your winners by DQ at ten minutes and nineteen seconds, Warren Kane and Dean Harper! }
Vasco Dias: Why the hell did Abraxes do that!
Terri Morasco: Abraxes said he had a promise to keep!
{ Knight tosses Dean aside and launches himself out of the ring with a suicide dive into Abraxes! Knight then starts to unleash hell on Abraxes on the outside of the ring for costing him the match.
Dean is up and is checking on Warren who is seething with anger but referees and medical staff have already made their way to the ring side area keeping Warren from getting involved in the fight.
Knight is pulled away from Abraxes who hasn’t even raised a fist toward the man who was just attacking him. }
Vasco Dias: Wait, I’m getting word from the back… Next week… It’ll be Nick Knight versus Abraxes… For a World Title shot at High Stakes… IN A DEATHMATCH!!!
Terri Morasco: And I'm getting word that the IWF plans to present Warren and Dean with a wedding gift to make up for this match!
Vasco Dias: Next week is going to be a loaded broadcast!
{ Knight seems happy with the announcement as Abraxes just stands there with his head tilted as a still angry Warren makes his way up the aisle with Dean following before he notices a fan at ringside in a hood and metallic mask staring daggers through him. Dean starts to approach the "fan" but then thinks better of it and turns around. Just as he does the fan jumps over the barricade grabs Dean in a rear waist lock before hoisting him up and hitting a vicious Backdrop Driver onto the guardrail. Warren finally notices and sprints back towards the ring as security also rush towards the ring but the "fan" is able to escape through the crowd.}
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SEGMENT
Roberto Verona explains his actions.
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Well howdy there pardner.