IWF Presents: Friday Night Sacrifice - February 25, 2022

IWF Presents: Friday Night Sacrifice - February 25, 2022 Feb 25, 2022 20:17:33 GMT

Post by Jess Fowler on Feb 25, 2022 20:17:33 GMT

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SEGMENT
Openning
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{ The crowd inside the $1 billion UBS Arena is cheering in anticipation of what could be another action-packed Friday night. Despite the cold, the ice and snow, many folks have brought their own signages to the program – one in particular reads “PUT CRAZY BEAR BACK ON THE CARD OR WE’LL RIOT!!!” Everyone is ready to rock and roll when from out of nowhere… }

”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..."

{ The crowd pops into a MASSIVE roar as the opening to “ShellShocked” begins to play! The wild madness of the cheers get even louder as the song transitions into The Offspring’s “Nitro (Youth Energy)!” }

“Our generation sees the world
not the same as before
We might as well just throw it all
And live like there's no tomorrow
There's no tomorrow

We are the ones
Who are living under the gun every day
You might be gone before you know
So live like there's no tomorrow...”

{ At that moment, James Gilmore skips on-stage from the back, sporting a white jersey with the famous – but forgotten – New York Islanders “fisherman” logo that was worn by the franchise from 1995-1997, along with a blue ballcap bearing the logo of his alma mater, the Texas A&M-Corpus Christi Islanders. Appearing with a neatly-trimmed beard and a sportier hairdo, JJ’s smile grows bigger as he takes in the moment, jogging his way towards the ring without showing signs of limping after he was shot three times in the left leg this past December. As he steps inside the ring, he’s greeted and hugged by Alison Valance, who happily hands him the microphone as the music fades out. That doesn’t stop the crowd from starting a “YES!!!” chant as JJ looks around with a tear in his eye. }

James Gilmore: Ya know...I was flyin’ on Southwest from Love Field to LaGuardia the other day, and--

{ Someone in the crowd yelled out “RACIST PIECE OF SHIT!” before chucking a pink dildo into the ring! JJ raised a brow before picking up the strange object. }

James Gilmore: Who threw that…?!

{ As the Islander alum looked into the crowd, he spots several fans pointing out the offender in question. }

James Gilmore: Doesn’t matter what the guy said, okay? Point ‘em out, and get ‘em outta here! Ya don’t live in Boston, ya live in New York!!

{ The Gilmore hater is quickly escored out by security, serenaded by boos and an “ASSHOLE!” chant. JJ gives the helpful folks a thumbs-up before continuing onward. }

James Gilmore: Flyin’ into LaGuardia the other day, I wound up dozin’ off for a bit. Had this dream that I was back in the parkin’ lot of Rising Dragons, on the ground...cryin’ and bleedin’ after getting’ shot. This black cloud, this demon, was laughin’ at me and pointin’ the gun at my head. It’s the kind of demon that loves to follow you around, that sticks to you like glue for years and years, comin’ in all shapes and sizes for everybody – and he was tellin’ me...”JJ! What the hell have ya done with your life?! Everything you are, everything you’ve become...it’s all good. But it’s a fluke! It’s a fake! It’s an accident! It wasn’t supposed to happen this way! Whaddaya get off from comin’ out the way you’ve come out?!” He’s over there, cacklin’ and givin’ the bird while sayin’ “the NERVE of you, JJ! Did you truly believe that you were gonna make it out with what you’ve got now?!” I...the seat belt sign woke me up before I had the chance to answer him, but…

{ JJ paused, his voice quivering as he opens up about the traumatic events of when he was shot outside of his own academy, Rising Dragons, during a self-defense field exercise. }

James Gilmore: ...the point is, NOBODY gets through this life unscathed. The world ain’t sunshine and rainbows; it’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you think you are, the world’s gonna beat you to your knees, within an inch of your life, and keep you there permanently if ya let it. ‘Cuz not you, not me, not anybody’s gonna hit as hard as life! We all bear scars from accidents, incidents, setbacks; I’ve accrued a lot of scars throughout my time in this business. But there are scars that are much more important than gettin’ thrown and tossed around like a rag doll – those are the scars that are inside your head, the ones that ain’t easily seen by the naked eye.

{ He points to his head and takes a deep breath. }

James Gilmore: We can either sit there and play video games all day while pretendin’ these things don’t exist, or we can face ‘em head-on...okay? Truth is, we should be proud of those things, for those are the scars that tell your story. Those are the scars that give us the courage and strength to come out and bear it all in front of the whole world, the scars that make us into the people we are today! Those are the scars that help us understand what “dare to dream” is really all about!

{ The crowd cheers wildly as JJ paces around the ring, tugging on the front of his jersey a la Jean-Luc Picard. }

James Gilmore: With that in my mind, last week...last week I saw a former brother-in-arms of mine runnin’ his l’il yapper about playin’ second fiddle. Listen up, Rob...if ya truly believe that you were in somebody else’s shadow throughout the whole time you, Steve, Fi and I were trainin’ together, then it seems like we got a l’il bit of a problem. The simplest solution bein’...instead of pointin’ fingers at this dude or that dude for your worries and setbacks like a coward, instead of droppin’ my name in a promo like Mark Sanchez’ butt fumble, then why don’t ya march your happy keyster to the ring and say it to my face!

{ The fans roar in approval, perhaps anticipating a Gilmore-Diamond showdown in the future. }

James Gilmore: So let’s get somethin’ straight...you and I are gonna cross paths down the road. You and I are gonna wind up meetin’ in the Roulette next month along with 28 other dudes all cravin’ for that one shot at immortality. Doesn’t matter who you are, you can write me off as nothin’ but a fluke, an accident, a joke. I’m SURE that there’s gonna be more on the docket who’ll have their doubts about me – it won’t be the first time, it won’t be the last time. You can say whatever you wanna say, write whatever ya wanna write about me at your own peril. ‘Cuz I’ll just tell you the same thing that I’m gonna tell that demon cloud – that you can take all that garbage, wrap it up in Let’s Go Brandon-themed wrappin’ paper, and shove it straight up your candy ass!

{ Another loud pop ensues. JJ is thoroughly enjoying the moment as he salutes a pair of Air Force veterans who are in attendance. }

James Gilmore: To those who’ve stuck with me through the good times and the bad, to those who’ve sent screengrabs of my likeness on the IWF 2K series or Fire Pro Wrestling World...that truly means a lot to me, and I can’t do nothin’ else except say thank you. Thank you...and batten down the hatches, ‘cuz we’re gonna be ridin’ the waves all throughout 2022! I’ve come back here ‘cuz I owed it to myself...to go on a pilgrimage, to recapture the Imperial landscape by the balls – ‘cuz now, more than ever, I ain’t no second fiddle to no one -- I am truly FREE!

{ The crowd goes wild once more as a “JJ!!” chant starts up. }

James Gilmore: Lemme say this...I’ve been through hell and back. It ain’t as fun as goin’ to an Islanders game or Coney Island, but it damn sure feels liberatin’. If you dudes in IWF think you can put me through more hell than I’ve already been through in this ring and worse, mark these words and mark ‘em well. You will be made, you will be measured, you will be tested, and YOU WILL BE LEFT--!

Fans: --SHELL-SHOCKED!!!

{ “Nitro (Youth Energy)” begins playing once again as JJ tosses the stick off to the side. We see him taking in the cheers, the sights and the sounds, as he makes his exit. }

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Stephen Terrella vs Mason Alexander Vanderbilt vs Alek Bronson
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be a triple threat match! Introducing first...

{ 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.}

{ 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. }

Alison Valance: And his opponent...

{ The beginning of " The Chain" starts, the arena fades to darkness as on the titantron the Smile comes on. Lights flicker as lightning strikes the ramp. The spotlight shines on Alek. As his head raises showing the mask. }

Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring... standing 6'9" tall... and weighing in at 265lbs... he is The Cheshire Warrior... Alek Bronson!

{ He walks to the ring looking around. He slides into the ring. Then just laughs maniacally. }

Alison Valance: And their 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. }

{ As the bell rings, Bronson stands in the corner, turning his back on both of his opponents and laughing hysterically. Both the King and The Maverick seem a bit thrown off by Bronson's antics. Terrella eventually shrugs, then blindsides Alek with a shot to the back of the head. Mason pulls Terrella off of Bronson, landing a few punches, followed by a spinning backfist that staggers Terrella. Alek headbutts Mason. With Mason rocked, Bronson drops him with a big boot. Terrella plows into Bronson with a shoulder running shoulder block, taking Alek off his feet. Terrella digs into Bronson's eyes for the second week in a row, then starts trying to rip at his mask. Terrella is so singularly focused on Bronson, he gets caught in the back by a running knee strike from Vanderbilt. }

{ Vanderbilt stomps away at Terrella's back. Mason turns his attention to Alek, planting him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Mason covers Bronson, but Bronson kicks out just before the two count. Terrella grabs Mason, dumping him over the top rope and to the floor. Terrella goes out after the Maverick, Mason fights him off with a few shots, but the heavy-handed Terrella lands a body blow to Vanderbilt that brings him up off his feet, then drops Vanderbilt chest first over the barricade. Bronson comes out and joins the fray, and all three men brawl with each other on the outside of the ring for a few minutes. Terrella starts to seemingly turn the tide in his favor when he clocks Vanderbilt in the face with a television monitor, which is forgiven by the official under the rules of a triple threat match. Bronson drives Terrella spine-first through the announcer's table though with a chokeslam! }

{ Bronson leans on the ring apron, tending his own wounds a little. He looks at both men laying on the floor and starts to play a game of Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, moving his finger from man to man, landing on Vanderbilt in the end. The Cheshire Warrior takes Mason by the head and dribbles it off of the apron a few times, then rolls him back into the ring. Bronson follows him back inside now. Portia tends to Terrella on the outside, who's been left laying in the wreckage of the table. A few light kicks to Vanderbilt's head from Alek are delivered, more just toying with Vanderbilt. Mason fights his way up, and Bronson hits a Mischievous Grin! Alek doesn't elect to cover Mason, though. He stands and salutes him instead, only to break out into a fit of laughter after. }

{ Terrella starts to stir with Portia's help. Bronson beats on Vanderbilt for another minute or two, softening his man up a bit more. MAV shows a strong-will to continue, however. He eventually fights back on Bronson with kicks and punches, and for Alek the situation suddenly becomes no laughing matter. Vanderbilt lights into him Bronson with a roaring elbow! Vanderbilt goes for a suplex, but Bronson blocks it. The Cheshire Warrior counters with a suplex of his own. Alek backs up, launching into Vanderbilt with the Glaive! However, as Alek kips up, Terrella comes charging across the ring and cuts Bronson in half with a spear of his own into Bronson's gut! Terrella keeps a hand on his own back, fighting some pain as he stands. He flips Bronson the middle finger, then dumps Bronson out onto the floor. Terrella fish hooks Vanderbilt by the mouth, pulling the man up. Terrella shoves Vanderbilt back into the corner, where he delivers the 'Silver Crush' onto MAV. As Mason wobbly comes out of the corner, Terrella hooks Mason's arm over behind MAV's own head, and he delivers his '10-42' heartpunch into the Maverick's chest! Terrella covers, and the referee counts... One!... Two!!... Three!!! The bell rings. }

Alison Valance: Your winner of the match, by pinfall... Stephen Terrella!

{ Terrella rises rather gingerly, still favoring his back as Portia makes her way into the ring. Terrella feigns blowing snot onto Vanderbilt. Portia chases off the official so she can raise her man's hand herself, and the two makeout over the fallen Vanderbilt to a chorus of boos. }

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SEGMENT
IWF Men's World Championship signing for High Stakes
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Teri Morasco: We have a stacked card tonight, but I think this might be the most exciting segment scheduled.

Vasco Dias: Have you been on Twitter? These two men seriously do not like each other and it could go to blows.

{ 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 the table that has been set up in the center of the squared circle. Picking up one of the microphones he stares at the entrance ramp as he begins to speak.}

Nick Knight: Cut my music! Now I know we’re supposed to be having a contract signing, and we’ll get to that in a minute. First I have a few things I need to get off my chest and I’d like to not be interrupted. If my opponent wants to retort he can have his chance afterwards when I’m already in back having a cold one with the boys. Then again you wouldn't know anything about that being underage and all.

The last few days I’ve been involved in a little bit of a war of words with my opponent. Believe or not there have been a few of the fans wanting to know why I am being so mean to Wraith. I have been accused of being a bully for the way that I have been acting. I have been called an elitist for saying some of the things that I’ve said, which quite frankly I think is nothing more than a bunch of woke Gen Z bullshit.

Now I can hear the clicking of the keyboard warriors all over the world now talking about how I’m out of touch. The thing is I have a thirteen year old son at home that I spend as much time with as possible. I take him and his friends to ballgames every single chance I have and I love hanging out with those kids. I’ve learned a lot about the world from them, but I’ve also learned that there is a shitload about this world that they do not understand. They have been protected by rich parents from seeing the really dark places in the world. I think the kids that are giving my shit on Twitter are no different than those kids and quite frankly I don’t think you’re all that different either Wraith.

You’re six years older than JC and you’re already at the very top of the business. That’s a pretty big accomplishment and I guess if I was in your shoes I’d probably be tooting my own horn all the time too, but now I look at things from the perspective of a dad. My son has started training a little bit and he’s taking too like a duck to water. He’s a heck of an amatuer wrestler, finished second in the section in his weight class. He’s started training BJJ and the little shit can make me tap half of the time. I even let him sit in on some of the beginner classes at the Academy and he is better than every single one of them. Give him six more years of training and there is no telling where he could be, but I can tell you where he won’t be. He won’t be competing week and in week out here in IWF.

There’s that clicking again, people bitching about me holding back my own kid. If I think he is going to be so talented why wouldn’t I want him to be competing with the best in the world under the brightest lights. I’m sure they are all saying that I’m just jealous because it has taken my twenty years to get to this point. They can say whatever it is they want to say, because I don’t give a fuck. The truth is he won’t be in IWF because, just like you Wraith, he doesn’t deserve that spot. I will be damned if they only line on his resume when he walks through Roberto Verona’s door is son of former IWF World Champion Nick Knight.

JC Knight is going to pay his dues in this business by working shows in Mexico for two tacos and a coke. He’s going to work in shitty bingo halls and high school gyms in every single state in this country and dozens of others. He is going to have the respect of the boys in the back not just for being one hell of a hand, but also for being one of them. You will never be one of the boys Wraith, because you didn’t pay your dues. You wrote your mommy’s name on the top of a piece of paper and handed it to Roberto Verona and got to skip to the front of the line. So all you will ever be seen as is an arrogant little prick that doesn’t have the stones to make it on your own.

Now get your ass down here so we can sign this contract.

{ The lights throughout the arena flicker out one by one, earning a pop from the crowd while awaiting for the arrival of the youngest IWF Men’s World Champion in the history of the company who is about to make his appearance… but the lights do come on, and they are surprised to see that Wraith is not standing in the center of the ring; Nick Knight glances around, almost expecting to see him lingering around. However, a spotlight suddenly shoots toward the curtains while “The Joker” by Damien and Terje Tyldren is playing throughout the PA and Sabin makes his appearance from behind the curtains. He is not in the make-up or any of his ring getup that would classify him as Wraith, but just the ordinary human that is currently holding the IWF Men’s World Championship. His eyes look down the ramp toward the number one contender; the belt is draped over his shoulder, and in his other hand is a Capri Sun that he has held up as he sips it nonchalantly.}

Vasco Dias: Is that…a Capri Sun?

Terri Morasco: I think so.

{ The fans do have a giggle over the Capri Sun detail. Nick Knight is leaning over the top rope, unamused by the antics of the nineteen-year-old champion. Knight raises his microphone to interrupt the theme song, but the song does continue playing in the background.}

NICK KNIGHT: Did you bring enough for the whole class?

{ The champion continues his march down toward the ring with the Capri Sun still in his hand, and still sipping all the way down until he reaches the bottom of the ramp. He then takes a microphone from one of the stage crew members and innocently looks up Nick Knight who is still inside the ring. Knight sits on the middle rope to hold the ropes open for the champion, challenging him to get into the ring…Sabin nods his head and holds up a finger in an indication to tell him to give him a moment.}

Terri Morasco: How long do you think he’s going to make him wait?

Vasco Dias: How long is he going to make everybody wait?

{ Sabin wanders to one side of the ring and lifts the ring skirt up; he reaches under and pulls out a cooler from underneath the ring.}

SABIN: Don’t mind me. I’m just a little parched.

{ He says over the sound of his theme song, then climbs onto the apron and finally into the ring. The music finally does cut and Sabin has a brief sniffle while leaning down to the cooler and pops it open; he pulls a second Capri Sun from the cooler and tucks the microphone under his armpit while holding the straw in one hand and poking a hole into the pouch. He then holds the Capri Sun in the hand where his belt is draped, and the microphone in his other hand. There is a grin on his face; his lips tremble as if ready to speak, but he raises the Capri Sun and takes another long sip even making the exaggerated slurping sound.}

SABIN: Ah! Sorry to keep you waiting, Nick…I hope you don’t mind that we make this quick. I have a pretty big match tomorrow, and still have to study for my midterms.

{ Knight raises his microphone in an attempt to answer, but Sabin raises his hand to silence him.}

SABIN: Ah ah! You had your turn to speak, and it is my turn now. Does that sound fair? Good.

{ Sabin paces around the ring slightly, and Nick Knight stands his ground with his hands folded.}

SABIN: You have said some interesting stuff out here in an attempt to put me on blast. Claiming that I have used my mother’s good name in order to bring prosperance to myself… Claiming that I do not deserve to be the World Champion, and even claiming that I did not deserve to fight for the World Championship– something about saying that I have not paid my dues. Is that right?

NICK KNIGHT: That’s right.

SABIN: Y’see, that’s quite interesting to me…because of all the things that people have said about me, nobody has ever said that I do not deserve to be standing where I am. Nobody has said that I do not deserve to be the IWF Men’s World Champion, and you, Nick– you spread lies. You tell things that you do not know a thing about, or things that you were not paying attention to because it did not concern you when in reality…you should have been watching me from day one. When I first signed my contract with Roberto Verona, I did not do it under my mother’s guise; people seem to forget that although she is my mother, we do not share the same last name. She is Docherty; I…am Spencer. When I signed my contract, I did it without her present for me; I did it as Spencer. Furthermore, I was here for about three months before it was even unveiled that Tara is my mother…and I beat everybody that they put in front of me from that point forward. I wasn’t defeated inside the ring until Dean Harper, who is also younger than you and a multi-time World Champion, and the youngest Hall of Famer in the history of the IWF, and the man who I am going to beat tomorrow night at the Denzel Porter Invitational!

{ The crowd pops loud for the mentioning of the Denzel Porter Invitational where Dean Harper and Sabin, or Wraith, would be stepping into the ring to compete against each other. Sabin continues pacing around the ring and chuckles lightly under his breath.}

SABIN: I earned this championship by defeating Ulf Hednir…another person that is younger than you and passed you– some might say– LAPPED you– when he defeated you to become the IWF World Television Champion, successfully defended it against you, and then went on to become the most dominant World Champion of 2021.

{ The crowd pops a second time, but louder this time for the mentioning of Ulf Hednir.}

SABIN: So are you certain that out of all that garbage you seem to be spewing, there is not one word that you would like to retract?

NICK KNIGHT: Not one!

SABIN: Alright, so I’m going to have to teach you why I am the youngest World Champion, and show you how I earned this belt…by making Ulf tap out…I can make you tap out, too. But we have to do this little contract signing, don’t we– in order to make this official? So let’s go ahead and get that contract out here.

{ The crowd is anticipating a staff member to come down with the contract in hand, and they go into a loud cheer when they hear the music of “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin hit the PA and one of IWF’s newest executives comes marching down to the ring! Seth Evans! He has a clipboard in hand, and a smile on his face as he glances back and forth at the champion and challenger. Dressed to the nines. Seth doesn’t waste any time getting down to the ring and goes up the steel steps to join the two inside of the ring before the music cuts. Seth Evans sets the contract down on the table and then takes up his own microphone.}

SETH EVANS: Is everybody ready to make this match official?

{ The crowd cheers whilst Nick Knight and Sabin glare at each other.}

SETH EVANS: That– is the contract that is going to do that! That is the contract that is going to set everything and have us see Nick Knight face off against Wraith to battle for the IWF Men’s World Championship at High Stakes!

{ Seth reaches into his pocket to retrieve a pen and walks over to the challenger, Nick Knight, first.}

SETH EVANS: You’re up.

{ Knight takes the pen from Seth, and shifts his attention back and forth from Seth Evans and Sabin, but without a break, signs the contract without hesitation, and then hands the pen back to Seth Evans; Seth then walks over to Sabin and holds the pen out, and Sabin accepts. He goes over to the table and leans over, about to sign it, but Nick Knight interrupts by holding up his hand.}

NICK KNIGHT: One second! I actually…I brought you a pen.

{ Nick Knight reaches into his pocket and withdraws a pen from it; the pen on one end, and the other end is made to resemble a silver spoon, and it is clear that Sabin is not happy with what he has seen.}

NICK KNIGHT: I figure you’re used to having things handed to you, so you can keep that.

{ Sabin signs the paper with the original pen and slams the pen down on the table while sneering at Nick Knight who just has a grin on his face. Seth is glancing back and forth and raises his microphone.}

SETH EVANS: Don’t think about it! Save it for High Stakes!

{ He says, but the spark in Sabin’s eye begins to shift and he gets a darker, more callous look written across his face. He drops the championship, and Seth Evans tosses his microphone to the ground before starting to push Sabin back who is beginning to transition mentally into Wraith… Nick Knight doesn’t help the case by closing the distance between himself and the champion, and Seth Evans finally drops his microphone to keep his hands up to hold the two apart. The crowd is in an absolute uproar as they want to see these two fight; Seth is visibly trying to de-escalate the situation.}

Terri Morasco: Nick Knight just disrespected Wraith– Sabin– whoever he is right now by handing him that silver spoon, and you have to imagine he just wanted to get under his skin!

Vasco Dias: And this crowd wants to watch the carnage.

{ Knight is chuckling at him, but that scornful look from Sabin indicates that his mood is shifting– and has shifted– Wraith shoves Seth back before winding with a haymaker that catches Knight off-guard! Knight is trying to fight back but Wraith is relentless with the attacks and catches him with a good knee, then quickly circles behind him and uses MIRROR IMAGE! He steals Nick Knight’s very own NON-DAIRY CREAMER, the half and half suplex, that sends Nick Knight crashing through the table. Nick Knight is laid out in the center of the ring while the champion stands tall over him.}

Vasco Dias: OH MY GOD! Wraith just laid Nick Knight out!

Terri Morasco: Getting under his skin is not a good idea!

{ Wraith continues snarling while standing tall, and Seth Evans steps forward and shoves him back a step; he then kneels beside Nick Knight to check on him as the scene fades to a commercial break.}

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Gabriela Luna and Sorcha Wynne vs Hilary Hancock and Jennifer James
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Alison Valance: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!

Terri Morasco: The team of Hilary Hancock and Jennifer James have already entered the ring.

Vasco Dias: Now for the next team.

{ 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.}

Terri Morasco: This match could really elevate either one of these women up the chain.

Vasco Dias: But will it?

{ Sorcha enters the ring first, she faces off against Jennifer. The two go pretty hard and Sorcha managed to hit her with the Arcadian Gate for the pin.}

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SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Jason Williams vs Leo Hemmingway
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Terri Morasco: Welcome back to Sacrifice! I’m excited for this next match!

Vasco Dias: Two of IWF’s hot new talent, former partners, are going to go head to head in singles competition!

Terri Morasco: It wasn’t that long ago that Leo and Jason were battling for the tag team championships!

Vasco Dias: But tempers flared when they couldn’t get it done and now here we are!

Terri Morasco: I don’t think I’m alone in saying we could be seeing a preview of a future world championship match.

Vasco Dias: I totally agree.

{ 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. }

{ The Drums of "Maybe I'm a Lion" hit the area as the lights glow a soft orange and Outsteps Leo wearing a high collaored robe walking towards the Ring wrist rolling as he walks sizing up the ring before he climb in and steps between the ropes to look around at the crowd and find a corner after taking off the robe to size up his opponent. }

{ The two former partners kicked things off with a lock up but neither one of them is able to get the advantage over the other. Instead they both began to circle each other and look for an opening. Leo went for a single leg but Jason was able to avoid it. Jason went for the go behind but Leo stuff it. The two continued to move around each other as we moved into the third minute of the match and the crowd continued to heat up. Leo shot for a single leg again but when Jason moved, Leo adjusted and got the go behind for a rear waist lock takedown. Jason was quick to fight it off ad get back to his feet but Leo wasn’t ready to relent. Leo went for a double underhook suplex but Jason was able to reverse out of it and went for a rear naked choke. Leo dropped his way out of the choke and finally took Jason down with a single leg. }

{ Leo, feeling confident went for knee bar at this point but Jason was quick to block it and get back to his feet. The two moved around each other again as each looked for an opening. Leo moved in for a tie up but Jason fired off a European upper cut! Jason pressed forward with three more before switching to chops and driving Leo into a corner of the ring. Jason reared back and hit a resounding chop that made the whole crowd “OOOO” Leo stumbled his way out of the corner and Jason came in looking for the Dragon Whip but Leo connected with his own nasty sounding chop that caused Jason to stumble away. Leo came in with a front waistlock takedown and mounted Jason. Leo crashed down several sharp elbow strikes as Jason did his best to cover up. Finally Leo got back to his feet and brought Jason up with him but Jason hit another hard sounding chop. Leo fired back with his own. The two began to tee off on each other with chops until finally Jason hit a palm strike across the jaw of Leo that dropped him to a knee. Jason then connects with Seeing Stars! Jason makes the cover but it is only a two count! }

{ Jason headed to the ropes for some Vintage Jason but Leo rolled out of the way almost immediately causing Jason to crash and burn. Leo found his feet and his opponent, Jason Williams, who he dropped with the Killmonger! Leo went right for another signature move or three with the Ode to Albright! Leo covered after that but it was only a two count. Leo brought Jason to his feet and launched him into the corner. Leo connected with a running knee to the head and then fired off Machine Gun Chops in the corner! Jason’s chest became so red it looked like Leo may have drew blood. Leo backed out of the corner and then looked for a running double knee strike but Jason moved out of the way. Jason connected with a penalty kick and followed it up with another Seeing Stars! Leo was still on his feet so Jason spiked Leo with a nasty looking DDT! Jason went to the corner and this time he nailed a diving forearm but opted to go for the cover instead of the full Vintage. But Leo kicked out at two. }

{ Jason pulled Leo to his feet but Leo came back with the Mousetrap Pin. Jason was able to kick out. Both men were back up and Jason hit a chop. Leo chopped back. Jason went for the leg pick and the Dragon whip! Leo managed to get up but Jason was there with a stiff kick to the leg of Leo. Leo came right back with a go behind and a dumping snap dragon suplex on Jason! Jason tried to find his way back to his feet but Leo was just to fast as he brought Jason down with the Overlook! Leo held on for the cover and the win at fifteen minutes and thirty five seconds! }

Terri Morasco: What an incredible match!

Vasco Dias: Jason Williams may be up there in years but he kept right up with Leo!

Terri Morasco: Absolutely!

Vasco Dias: I can’t wait to see these two go at it again.

{ After the match, Leo reaches for a handshake from Jason but Williams instead leaves the ring without taking his former partners hand. }

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SEGMENT
Dean Harper and Warren Kane comment on their wedding gift
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{ The Camera comes on to Dean and Warren sitting backstage.}

Tiffany Jones: So you two are engaged. That has to be exciting.

Warren Kane: It took us time to get here. Some ups and downs. But I couldn't be happier.

Dean Harper: It was only a matter of time before we got back here.

{ Dean smirks at Warren who kisses him softly.}

Tiffany Jones: So I guess a question we need to ask is who's invited?

Dean Harper: Easier to say who isn't. Warren has trouble cutting anyone from the list.

Warren Kane: I just don't want to make anyone feel like they are left out!

Dean Harper: I'd be happy with a judge and a witness. He wants a whole thing.

Warren Kane: It will be romantic.

Dean Haper: It will. I won't deny that.

{ Warren beams.}

Tiffany Jones: How do you feel about the wedding gift...or I guess engagement gift of a Tag Team title shot?

Warren Kane: Surprised.

Dean Harper: He choked on his protein shake.

Warren Kane: I just had not expected anything. It was...It was unexpected.

Dean Harper: Given everything both of us have done for this company and the shallow pool of good tag teams in this company? Honestly, I was expecting to get a shot sooner or later.

Warren Kane: Dean!

Dean Harper: What? It's true.

Warren Kane: It's rude. Don't be a brat.

Dean Harper: You like when I'm a brat.

{ Warren goes bright red.}

Tiffany Jones: And with that... back to Vasco and Terri!

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IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
TDH vs Vendetta(c)
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Vasco Dias: Welcome back to Friday Night Sacrifice!

Terri Morasco: Next up we have a tag team title match!

Vasco Dias: TDH have been chasing these belts since they returned, will tonight be their lucky night!?

Terri Morasco: We are about to find out!

{ The opening hook of "Blood//Water - Grandson" blares from the PA as Nick Hunter, Nate Harris, Gabirela Luna and Pax Stormcrow walk onto the ramp with Justine Harris with fairy wings and a crown on as she skips down the ramp in front of them. On the 'Tron there is the TEAM DIVERSITY HIRE logo as well as showing links to instagram, youtube, spotify and their personal merch store. Justine waves happily to the crowd as each of the members stops to shake hands and fist bump the crowd before getting intot the ring with Gabi lifting the young Justine into the ring. Each of them pose a moment before exiting the ring.}

{ The lights in the arena darken, and blue and white spotlights are cast upon the stage. Snow falls from the rafters, gently dancing in the lights, and landing softly onto the stage as the opening to Nonpoint's "In The Air Tonight" echoes throughout the arena. Jessé Marchand steps out from behind the curtain first, followed closely by Travis Reinhart. Marchand kneels on the stage with his head bowed, tapping his fist to his nose three times; while Reinhart stands behind him and runs his thumb across his throat in a slashing gesture. }

Alison Valance: Coming down the aisle... weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred fifty-two pounds... The Iceman... Jessé Marchand... and The Clipper... Travis Reinhart... they are Vendetta!!

( Reinhart and Marchand begin to walk toward the ring with a cool and quiet confidence. )

Well, when you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before, my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies

{ Both men pause at the bottom of the ramp, holding up the middle two fingers on their right hands in a "V" shape for the camera. Marchand slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring while Reinhart heads up the stairs and leaps over the top rope. They climb opposite corners, perching themselves on the middle turnbuckles. Marchand surveys the arena, looking side-to-side while Reinhart glances back over his shoulder toward the ring with a bit of a smirk. Both men hop down and remove their jackets as the lights rise and the song begins to fade out at the 01:53 mark. }

{ The match kicked off with Nate and Jesse in the ring. Nate immediately went to the powerhouse wlee but Jesse was able to fend the smaller man off with a knee lift. Jesse would do to the ropes and attempt a chop block but Nate saw it coming and side stepped. Nate would come back with a big time european upper cut and take control of the match from there.Nate would heave Jesse into the TDH corner with a powerslam. Nate opted for the tag out to Nick here. Jesse would make a stunning comeback against Nick with a single leg takedown followed right up with the Fallen Phoenix. Jesse would then tag out to Travis. Vendetta would hit a double team move on Nick, The double shot! }

{ Travis would go for a cover but Nate would break it up. Nick eventually manages to tag out to Nate and Nate and Travis paired off. Nate would take control of the match back from Travis with Bad Idea. Nate would then stack his offense connecting with Big Fun then the Bourbon Street Breaker followed up with STFU! Nate covered and hooked both legs of Travis but Jesse broke the pin up. Jesse then tagged himself back in and grabbed Nate with the Northbound and Down! Jesse would keep the train rolling with another Fallen Phoenix and Prelude to an End! Jesse then connected with the Silencer and the near finish but Nick broke up the cover again! }

{ Nate would create some space from Jesse with a back body drop and tag out to Nick. Nick sprung into the ring as Jesse tagged Travis. Travis came in with the Frost Blade on Nick! Travis then continued to press the advantage and hit Nick with the C4 Exploder! Travis didn’t finished with Nick yet as he then connected with the Slapshot! Travis smirked from ear to ear as he tagged Jesse back in. The two men then hit Nick with Frozen Rain! Nate tried to re enter the ring but the referee held him back as Vendetta then connected with their finishing move STORMBREAKER! Travis then lunged across the ring and tackled Nate with a front waist lock takedown as Jesse covered Nick for the three count and the win at ten minutes and fourteen seconds! }

Alison Valance: Your winners and STILL IWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! VENDETTA!!!

{ Vendetta hold their titles up high as their music plays. }

Terri Morasco: TDH did their best but came up short in the end.

Vasco Dias: I’d say Nate Harris did their best and Nick was just sort of there but to each their own.

Terri Morasco: Stay tuned for more hot wrestling action!

{ We head to a break with Vendetta still celebrating. }

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SEGMENT
Shelly Diamond responds to Virginia Stepanov
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{ We come back from commercial break to Shelly Diamond live via remote. }

Shelly Diamond: You're pretty goddamn funny, Virginia. Wait for management to give me a challenge?? Is that REALLY what you think I’ve been doing!? Honey, I have been demanding a REAL challenge since I won this damn World Title!

{ Shelly props the belt up for a moment. }

Shelly Diamond: It’s not my fault I’ve beaten every single hall of fame worthy talent already and sent most of them running to retirement or into the arms of another promotion!

{ Shelly scoffs but then laughs slightly. }

Shelly Diamond: Which is EXACTLY why I'm not in the arena tonight. For those of us who exist outside of the bubble you'll know I just made my debut for PWV! I said I was taking this title sight seeing and I meant it!

{ Shelly adjusts the belt on her shoulder. }

Shelly Diamond: But you want to step up? I welcome the challenge, Virginia. There’s just one thing. You want me to put my title on the line? Then you need to sacrifice yours.

{ Shelly her head with a wry grin. }

Shelly Diamond: You forfeit the Imperial Diamonds title at High Stakes and then you can step in the ring with me. I’ll give you the week to think about it.

{ With that we head to our next match. }

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IWF WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Nick Danger vs Pax Stormcrow(c)
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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. And get ready for his opponent to enter the ring.}

Vasco Dias: I haven’t seen Nick this fired up in a while! We could be looking at a new champion!

Terri Morasco: He does have a lot of heart, but Pax has been on absolute fire!

{ 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.}

Terri Morasco: The reigning IWF World Television Champion is out here to defend the title, and he is looming with confidence!

Vasco Dias: But we haven’t seen Nick Danger this fired up in a while, so he could have his work cut out for him.

{ In the early going of the match, Pax and Nick are trying to feel each other out; Nick Danger is trying to look for an opening but it looks like the champion, Pax Stormcrow, is simply outwrestling him in a traditional sense… Pax is able to maintain control of the match with a series of chain techniques, and suplexes that are constantly keeping Nick Danger on the fence. Nick Danger would see some life with a series of strikes after being able to escape a suplex from Pax. Nick would show some of that fire during this time by continuing with a series of attacks…Nick would try to go high where Pax did cut him off, and the duo battled atop the turnbuckle for thirty seconds before Nick Danger successfully fended him off. Danger would soar and land the BURNING SPLASH to earn a near-fall, but it was not enough to take the title away from Pax! Nick Danger tried to keep the advantage his way, but Pax was able to take control back when Nick had tried to stand him up. Pax was able to counter with PEACE OUT and score the successful defense!}

Winner at 21:54…AND STILL IWF World Television Champion: PAX STORMCROW

Sabin / Madjinn: I hereby request a notion that the TV championship records be retired, and thus, the Gladiators Championship starts anew! That way J-TV will never break my record! Jun 10, 2024 17:11:47 GMT

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