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{ 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, stopping to stand side-by-side on the stage and release hands. She places her left hand on his right shoulder, runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen as he lowers his glasses down the bridge of his nose, before the two turn for a kiss. }
{ 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 holds Portia's hand in his, helping her to make her way to the top of the stairs. After she has made it up, 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. Taking a seat on the middle rope, Stephen parts the barrier for Portia to enter the ring. As she walks across the ring for a microphone, Terrella enters behind her. }
{ Alison Valance hands a microphone up to Portia upon request, but that doesn't stop Portia from verbally berating her off microphone for not being fast enough to do it. 'Disorder' begins to fade out, and the jeers from the crowd grow louder. Making her way for the middle of the ring, Portia joins her man at his side. }
Portia: What's that, Canada?
{ Prompted, the crowd begins to boo the pair more heavily. Portia brushes her hair back, laughing slightly. }
Portia: Trust me, the feeling is mutual. The last thing I wanted to do is come to Canada. The brochures say it's beautiful, but what they don't tell you is it's littered with ugly Canadians.
{ She shakes her finger a few times, becoming a little more upset. }
Portia: Unfortunately, we had to come to Canada. You see, it's no secret by now that little Jonathan Cade Keeton won the Roulette, and has earned an opportunity to fight for the World Title.
{ The mention of JC Keeton's name draws a pop from the crowd. }
Portia: There was a moment in that match though where Stephen almost made sure that never would have happened. Not only did my man eliminate ten men in the Roulette, he had JC on the verge of becoming the eleventh at one point. Had he had just a few seconds longer, little Johnny never wins the Roulette. If you look at the history from there, Keeton is never around to help Knox eliminate my man from the Roulette. And one-on-one, my man would've clipped the little birdie's wings just that easy.
{ Portia snaps her fingers to emphasize the last point. }
Portia: And what you'd be looking at right now is the man who would be facing Wraith at Night Of The Immortals.
{ She gestures toward Stephen, who stands rubbing at his face. }
Portia: It'd be really easy to blame JC and Knox for the way things went, and we do. We'll get to them in time too, because everyone is going to pay. The man we blame more than anyone though is James Gilmore.
{ Wearing her emotions, Portia's face is awash with disdain at having had to utter the name. This doesn't keep the crowd for cheering the dropping of Gilmore's name, however, which only serves to infuriate her even more. }
Portia: James, you stuck your nose where it didn't belong when my man had Keeton seconds from elimination. You stopped that, and you set everything after into motion. You might've thought what you were doing was making an impact, or doing the right thing, but what you did was start something you aren't man enough to finish. That was never more clear than it was when we hung around Texas, stopped by that little Podunk promotion you and Fiona run, and Stephen beat your own loser brother into the dirt. And what did you do? You had us thrown out by security. So we had to come here, to this dump of a country called Canada, because we know you're in the building... and Stephen wants to hurt you.
{ Terrella asks for the microphone from Portia. }
Terrella: James Gilmore, you want to retire?! Get your fucking ass out here, I'll send you out tonight.
{ Irate, Terrella takes off his vest and throws it into the corner of the ring. }
Terrella: Let's get on with this shit. I'm not a patient man. You can fight me now, or I'll go to the back and find Caroline, drag it outta her. Hell, I'll show up at your fucking house if I have to, and I'll ask your wife where you are. That what you fucking want!? You took something from me, Gilmore! Eye for an eye, I'm going to take something from-
{ At that moment, Terrella's mic is cut off. James Gilmore stepped out from behind the curtain, standing alone while sporting a T-shirt bearing the logo and name of the independent company he co-owns with Fiona McFly, Retro Championship Wrestling. He paces around the stage with a stick, taking in the loud "JJ!" chants before speaking. }
James Gilmore: Seriously, y'all?! It's one thing to come out here and whine about not gettin' what ya wanted. I mean, shoot...that actin's worse than Will Smith slappin' Chris Rock at the Oscars!
{ Laughter ensues from the crowd. }
James Gilmore: It's another thing, however, to cross lines and invade another dude's independent wrestling promotion. Not only that, you two screwed up one of the most definin' moments in our company's short history. And for WHAT?! 'Cuz ya couldn't stomach the fact that JC Keeton was the better dude.
{ The crowd cheers. }
James Gilmore: As Fi would say...cry me a friggin' river...although she's probably use the other F-bomb. Still...if this was the 80s, I'd give her a call to send a bunch of Retro boys right back here to cross promotional lines and whip your candy asses all over Canada!
{ Cheap pop. }
James Gilmore: But...unlike you two, those fine folks understand that it's career suicide to cross the lines. Instead, since this is IWF programmin'...why don't we settle this l'il shindig in an IWF ring! You get a partner, I get a partner...BANG! Tag-team match! That'll give ya somethin' to cry about! What say you, huh?!
{ Terrella pounds the non-working microphone against his hand angrily. Frustrated, he flings it out of the ring. Portia tears into some of the IWF staff at ringside, demanding a working microphone. }
Portia: Career suicide, James? That's cute. Do you think anyone really gives a damn about all those rejects and has-beens you have training under you? Wake up, James. Caroline is the shiniest star you've trained, and it's a dim glow. Stephen could've crippled them all and no one would care.
{ Terrella starts to make a move to leave the ring to confront Gilmore, but Portia stops to put a hand on his chest to hold him back. }
Portia: They're just something you latch onto to keep yourself relevant in this business. It's pathetic, James. Even now, instead of fighting my man, you're angling for a tag match. Is it going to be a Retro showcase, is that it? Are you trying to get your loser brother a job? Too bad for you, our answer to that is no. My man wants you
{ Terrella asks Portia to "give me the microphone", and it's loud enough to be heard without the aid of the stadium system. }
Terrella: I'm getting tired of fucking talking, Gilmore!
{ Terrella slams the microphone down and starts to try to rush Gilmore again, but Portia steps in front of him and stops him by telling him, "on your terms, and not for free. Gilmore starts down the ramp, inviting to Terrella to come at him as the crowd chants "JJ!" at the top of their lungs. Security and a few enhancement talents start spilling out from behind the curtain to keep the two men apart however in a very chaotic scene. Portia reaches down, picking the microphone up off the mat. }
Portia: James, you may want to give back to this business by giving someone an opportunity, but we don't. I'll go to Eddie, and I'll make him see it our way... and we will get everything we want.
{ Portia laughs coldly as 'Disorder' hits, and the sea of humanity between Terrella and Gilmore does their best to keep peace in the arena. }
Terri Morasco: What an absolutely classless display from Stephen Terrella and Portia. There are some lines you just don't cross, even in the name of competition. Emotions are running high coming out of High Stakes, but that's no excuse.
Vasco Dias: Hop down off your high-horse for a minute, Morasco, and ask yourself who started this? Gilmore is out here pandering to these people, and trying to suck up to JC Keeton, when he should be apologizing to Stephen Terrella.
Terri Morasco: Apologizing!? Have you lost your mind?! We've got to take a break, folks, while we try to get this situation under control... but we'll be right back after the break with Vivienne Rodgers taking on Diamond Steele!
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Vivienne Rodgers vs Diamond Steele
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Vasco Dias: And we have two women returning to the ring right now.
Terri Morasco: It will be interesting to see how this goes.
{The lights in the ring drop, leaving gold and green spotlights on the stage and ramp as the sounds of rain and thunder hits. The lights in the arena pulse with similar colors as the opening notes of Games by Tessa Violet and the lovelytheband plays.}
I donāt want a piece of that
cause I know thereās no peace in that
I can tell myself a thousand times
but you can make a toy of me and Iāll agree that
maybe I just couldnāt see, couldnāt see that
there aināt nothing wrong with us at all
{Vivienne appears walking on from backstage. Vivienne grins confidently as she raises a fist into the air on stage, holding the pose for a few seconds before stepping toward the ring, throwing a few punches and a kick as she begins to walk. She jumps up onto the apron, walking alongside the outer part of the ring before going in over the top rope, interacting with the crowd as she circles the inside of the ring. She takes to the center of the ring as the chorus plays, raising her fists into the air before Vivienne settles into her corner.}
{Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring boos. Diamond smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin.}
Vasco Dias: And here we go.
{Diamond and Vivienne go into the ring. Both are fight with everything they have before Vivienne pins Diamond for the win.}
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{ The show shifts backstage, where Vendetta is standing by alongside IWF interviewer, Maria Iniesta. }
Maria: Gentlemen, you successfully retained your titles at High Stakes against FSK. What many fans are wondering, however, is were you intentionally trying to hurt Warren Kane?
{ Marchand looks at Maria as she holds the microphone by his mouth. He keeps his expression guarded, giving no obvious clues to his feelings for the question. }
Marchand: Maria, there are obviously some people -Dean Harper, included- that weren't happy with what transpired at High Stakes when we roughed up Warren Kane. To beat a team the caliber of FSK, we knew we had to make it physical contest, though. We had to ground at least one of them, so we aggressively went after Kane's leg. It wasn't personal, and we weren't actively trying to injure Warren- but we would have if we had to because we are not going to let these World Tag Team Championships slip from our grasps, regardless of how people perceive us.
{ Marchand pushes his belt higher on his shoulder. }
Marchand: Travis and I weren't happy with the finish, though. We do not want the narrative to be that we survived our encounter with FSK with our reign intact merely because we made Dean break mentally. No one with a sense of pride in their craft wants to win by disqualification. Those wins are Pyrrhic victories, because the work you put in and the pain you suffered doesn't earn you the result you want; which is pinning your opponent's shoulders to the mat for three seconds, or forcing them to tap out.
{ Travis smirks. }
Reinhart: So how about we have ourselves a rematch, FSK? If the higher ups will sign off on it, we have no problem putting these belts on the line again because we are the best damn tag team in the world today! This time though, I want you to put something up too. I want you to risk something that means as much to you as these belts do to us. So let's do this: if you win, you walkout with these beautiful gold belts... but when we win, I pick your wedding venue.
{ Maria's eyes widen, and she jerks her head back in shock. }
Maria: Wait, you want them to put their wedding plans on the line?!
{ Travis throws an arm over her shoulder, smiling ear-to-ear. }
Reinhart: That's right. They pick the time, I pick the place... and I promise you it won't be boring.
{ Marchand shakes his head a little at the thought. Reinhart tugs at the belt around his waist with two fingers, drawing attention to it. }
Reinhart: You want another shot at these all you have to do is say: I do. Being that we're in the great country of Canada, our homeland, it's probably only fair to warn you that we're going to kick your ass A Mari Usque Ad Mare, hit you with a Stormbreaker, and pin you... one... two... three.
{ Reinhart glances at Maria, giving her a wink. Both members of Vendetta walk off, leaving Maria standing alone onscreen. }
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{We get a shot of Willy Carter with a mic in hand, standing in front of the backdrop preparing for an interview. With his free hand he is playing on his phone.
Thinks quick escalate when we hear some noises. Willy puts his phone away and begins walking towards the noise, the camera following suit.
When sounds of groaning in pain is heard, Willy speeds up with the camera matching pace. Suddenly, he is joined by Keybo Shabaz and his own cameraman. The two interviewers start making chase to the sounds coming from the parking lot.
They are quickly passed by Shea O'Hara who busts open the doors. Willy and Keybo enter not long after and we quickly see bodies of staff lying on the crowd. Just as they enter, a car is heard screeching out of the parking lot. The smoke spreads around and Shea, Willy, and Keybo stop to take a look at some of the downed staff members. Dr. Kingsley and a few of her consultants approach the scene and immediately start tending to the staff.
Willy and Keybo start coughing and spreading the smoke away before looking over at something.
Keybo lets out a sigh while Willy just smirks. Shea turns around to see the same thing.}
Willy Carter: Hey Shea. Wanna tell the boss the message?
{Shea shakes his head, stepping back a few paces. He then turns and makes haste to the boss's office.}
Keybo Shabaz: So tell me Willy...what does this mean for IWF?
{Willy just chuckles and places his hand on Keybo's shoulder.}
Willy Carter: Things just got a little more interesting...
{Keybo shakes his head in exasperation before turning around to begin setting the story.
The camera pans over past Willy's smirk and we see a white semi with red spraypaint over it saying the words:
"BOOK ME - MAX DAEMON"
The crowd's jeers are near deafening. Those words are the last sight we see before fading to the next segment.}
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{The show comes back from a commercial break, and the audience create the ambience with their low cheers while waiting for the next portion of the showā¦until āBlow Me Awayā by Breaking Benjamin because to play throughout the PA causing the crowd in turn to burst into a loud cheer for āThe Guardianā Seth Evans. The usual delay for his wrestling entrance is not there: he simply walks out from behind the curtains side by side with his wife Kalani.}
Vasco Dias: One of IWFs own executives, and one of the originals for the start of IWF, is here! Seth is a Canadian native, so you have to imagine this crowd is welcoming him home despite moving to Florida. Seth Evans, and Kalani Evans, and I am surprised to see them actually happy after what happened at Thunder Pro Wrestling. Letās go ahead and run that clip.
Seth has words with Page who seems to apologize before turning his attention back to the match as Peter makes the cover on Knox.
{When the cameras come back from the replay of the event, Seth and Kalani Evans are both inside of the ring. Seth is holding a microphone, but stays silent for a couple seconds longer while the crowd is still cheering for the duo.}
Vasco Dias: That was this past Friday. Chris Page made the moves on his wife! And, you know, if someone did that to my wife, I wouldā
Terri Morasco: Probably let them have her. Donāt dig yourself into a hole!
Seth Evans: Good evening, Regina! How are all of you doing tonight?!
{The crowd gives a loud cheer in response.}
Seth Evans: Thatās what I like to hear! Now, Iām sure there are a number of you that are wondering what it is that I am doing out hereā¦ever since I took a job sitting behind a desk for IWF, the IWF cameras have not seen too much of me, and wellā¦the reason why I am here is simple: I know that we are getting eyes on us from some of the biggest names in the industry and there are not many names bigger than the one and only āChronicā Chris Page!
{There is a cheer just for the namesake of Chris Page, and Seth nods his head in understanding and respect for the thirty-year veteran.}
Seth Evans: An amazing competitor inside of the ring, but outside of the ringā¦ Outside of the ring is where I have a problem with Chris Page. Now, I look at my wifeā
{Sethās eyes turn toward his wife as she gives a little twirl for her husband and the audience; she finishes by blowing him a kiss in which he catches.}
Seth Evans: And I canāt blame him! I canāt blame him for wanting to get the number of my beautiful wife, but that does not mean that he is safe from the consequences for his actions! And then to go on Twitter and have the nerve to claim that she called himā¦
{Kalani shakes her head.}
Seth Evans: I was going to let it slide until you made that comment, Chris, so nowā¦ I must insist that you come on down here! Face to faceā¦ face to face with my wife, and apologize to her for the disrespect that you have shown her!
{Seth folds his hands inside of the ring, and Kalani nods her head while they await the arrival of Chris Pageā¦
Suddenly the lights go dark in the arena. The crowd starts to come alive as the blackout last for several seconds before our attention is drawn toward the countdown clock that appears on the IWF-Tron.
(4) Chronic Chris Page XTRON - YouTube
The countdown clock ticks away to zero before fading into āJudasā by Fozzy. The crowd comes unglued as a single spotlight hits the top of the ramp which illuminates thick white smoke. Walking through the smoky haze is none other than āChronicā Chris Page. The crowd erupts! Weāre talking rockstar-esque ovation for the first time appearance of CCP in the IWF. Chris and Seth lock eyes in the ring before Pageās eyes drift over towards the Misses. He smirks before starting to make the walk towards the ring. CCP reaches ringside where he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron. He rests his elbows on the ropes as he mouths some words at Seth.
Chris steps through the ropes as he calls for his own microphone. The music fades away as the crowd is on fire with an ovation that quickly shifts into a massive āHOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!ā chant directed towards the ring. Chris laughs under his breath as the crowd continues to chant louder and louder at the appearance of the legend that is Chris Page. Even Seth is taken aback by the ovation from the crowd as we see Chris raise up the microphone in his right hand which breaks the chant and once again gives us a thunderous ovation.
With the index finger of his left hand, he places it over his lips as he looks over the sold-out area. The crowd starts to quiet down as Chris lowers the microphone to his lips, and lowers his left hand back down to his side. His attention is fixated on Seth as he asks.
CHRIS PAGE: Iām sorry, you are?
Before Seth can answer Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: Oh thatās rightā¦ the jealous husband from Friday Nightās Thunder Pro show.
Chris glances over at Sethās wife as he states.
CHRIS PAGE: I never forget a pretty face.
Seth looks like he is going to lunge at Chris who quickly shifts attention back to him as he keeps an arm's distance.
CHRIS PAGE: Calm down grasshopper because I didnāt come here to embarrass you on your own turf. Did you want something from me? Is there a reason the IWF paid my hefty appearance fee that has anything to do with Professional Wrestling, or am I wasting my time?
Seth Evans: You know exactly why youāre here. You crossed the line by hitting on my wife on national television and took it a step further by claiming she called you.
CHRIS PAGE: Because she did.
Chris reaches into the back pocket of his jeans where he retrieves his cell phone. He unlocks the phone, opens his call log, scrolls down to Friday Night, and flips that screen around.
CHRIS PAGE: Is that her number?
Chris clicks on the information icon displaying that the call was incoming versus outgoing.
CHRIS PAGE: First and foremost, I donāt tell a lot of lies. Secondlyā¦
Chris shifts his attention back towards Sethās wife as he spouts out.
CHRIS PAGE: Not on your best day and my worse.
The crowd starts to turn on Chris Page as he shifts his attention back towards Seth as he then states.
CHRIS PAGE: Iāll give you an apology though.
Chris clears his throat before speaking in a very sincere voice.
CHRIS PAGE: Iām sorry that you canāt please your wife. Iām sorry that she felt the need to take me up on a phone call. It was all in good fun, at least for me. Now, it seems like you have something you want to say. By all means, the floor is yours.
{ Kalani is wreathing from the accusation that Chris Page made against her, but her husband stands between them and whispers some inaudible words to her. She tries to push her way past Seth with a finger extended out toward Chris Page while now trying to stem some clarity to the audience but without a microphone. }
Kalani Evans: You know why I called! It was not for some fucking booty call!
{ She says, but her voice is barely picked up by the microphone. Seth continues to hold her back momentarily before he finally feels secure enough to be able to take a step back, and she has gotten her chill back. Seth nods his head and turns to face Chris Page. }
Seth Evans: It seems that youāreā
{ Before Seth can continue for too much longer, Kalani steps forward past her unsuspecting husband and slaps Chris Page right across the face! Seth drops his microphone to grab her again, and Chris Page presses his hand against his cheek that is reddening. The crowd is roaring loudly over the slap that was heard throughout the arena, and are chanting, āLet her go! Let her go! Let her go!ā as loud as they can muster. Thereās a smirk that starts to grace Chrisās face as he raises his microphone }
CHRIS PAGE: Seth, youāre some sort of big wig around these parts, right? Whatās the going rate for contract talents getting assaulted by fans?
{Seth eyeās grow wide}
CHRIS PAGE: Iām sure we have some cops in the building! Arrest her for assault!
{Security is starting to come toward the ring, but Seth gestures for everybody to settle down for a moment and the crowd obliges as well as security standing down. Seth raises the microphone as if to speak, but then balls his fist up and decks Chris Page in the jaw that sends him down to the mat! The crowd gasps when they see it, and security is flooding into the ring to regain control over the situation.}
Seth Evans: Thatās my wife! Thatā
{Seth points over to Kalani.}
Seth Evans: Is MY wife!
{Security restrains Seth, while Page lies down on the mat rubbing his jaw and looks just as surprised as all of the fans that Seth punched him. Before too much more can be said, Roberto Verona comes onto the ramp with a microphone in his hand.}
Roberto Verona: Seth Evans! You will not lay hands on our guests like thatā
{The crowd is still buzzing from everything that has happened, as Seth and Kalani are being pinned back against the turnbuckle.}
Roberto Verona: Get him out of my ring! Seth, youāre suspended!
{The crowd boos in response to that, as Seth is shouting out validation for his actions. Meanwhile Chris Page does get back up and walks up to the husband and wife duo while tapping his finger against his chin again, almost daring them to hit him, but security has control over the situation and just as they are about to get Seth out of the ring, Page spits on him that has Seth going into a frenzy but canāt shake himself free while security is now holding Chris Page back to keep the situation under control.}
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1K RP Word Limit
Leo Hemmingway vs Chris Diamond
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{ The lights in the arena begin to strobe red as the opening chords of Nero Frote begin to play. The stage erupts in pyro as the song really kicks into gear and Chris Diamond comes strutting out with a barbed wire wrapped baseball over his shoulder. Chris smirks at the fans before heading down to the ring in lock step with the song. Chris rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up while swinging his bat. Chris lines up his shot and swings holding his hand over his eyes like heās watching a head fly before casually leaning back onto a set of turnbuckles. }
{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 match starts and both men throw everything they have into the match. Chris and Leo both exhaust themselves with the match ending in a tie.}
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{ We return from commercial break just as Envy by Ice Nine Kills hits the PA! }
Vasco Dias: It looks like we are about to hear from the IWF Womenās World Champion!
Terri Morasco: It was just a little over a week ago that Shelly Diamond stepped in the ring with Virginia Stepanov, it was a close contest but in the end, Shelly was able to retain.
{ Shelly Diamond steps out through the curtain and onto the stage with the IWF Womenās World Championship around her waist and the IWF Imperial Diamonds Championship over her shoulder. Shelly pats the ID title with her free hand as she smirks. }
Terri Morasco: Wait! Why does Shelly have the Imperial Diamonds Championship!?
Vasco Dias: I have no idea. Virginia Stepanov had to vacate it to get a shot at the Womenās World Title but I donāt thinkā¦ I donāt know!
{ Shelly steps toward the top of the ramp but doesnāt make her way down. Instead she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a microphone. Her music fades as the crowd boos but Shelly just laughs. }
Shelly Diamond: Oh get over yourselves!
{ The crowd boos even louder as Shelly just laughs. }
Terri Morasco: They didnāt like that.
Vasco Dias: Idiots donāt like most things.
Shelly Diamond: At High Stakes I stepped into the ring with Virginia Stepanov!
{ The boos are replaced by cheers at the mention of Virginiaās name. }
Shelly Diamond: Absolutely! Give it up for Virginia!
{ The cheers get a little louder. }
Shelly Diamond: She put it all on the line, including her title!
{ Shelly adjusts the ID title on her shoulder. }
Shelly Diamond: And in the end it was a meaningless sacrifice because I am STILL THE IWF WORLD CHAMPION!
{ The crowd goes back to booing. }
Terri Morasco: I wouldnāt say meaningless. Virginia stepped into the ring with the champ and nearly came away the winner.
Vasco Dias: Nearly.
Shelly Diamond: And that brings me to the illustrious Imperial Diamonds Championship on my shoulder. After High Stakes this championship is left without a champion. BUT! It occurs to me that I defeated the previous champion. So? Logic would dictate that this title now belongs to me.
{ The crowd does not like that. }
Terri Morasco: No! Thatās not how that works! Virginia had to give up the title to face Shelly!
Vasco Dias: I donāt know, her logic tracks.
Shelly Diamond: Iām sorry? Do you see a better candidate?
Vasco Dias: Nope.
Terri Morasco: You canāt just claim a title!?
Vasco Dias: Tell her that.
{ Shelly paces for a moment. }
Shelly Diamond: No! I didnāt think so. There is no one more worthy of holding either of these titles than me! From this point forward both of these belts are mine! But Iām not a duel champion. Iām no Shelly 2 Belts. No. You can refer to me from this point forward as the IWF UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!
{ Shelly flips the mic out of her hand as her music returns. She takes the World title off her waits and holds both titles up over her head. }
Vasco Dias: Incredible!
Terri Morasco: She canāt do that!
Vasco Dias: She certainly just did! Shelly Diamond is the first IWF Undisputed Champion!
Terri Morasco: That has to be against the rules!
Vasco Dias: I donāt think it is but if someone in the back wants to try and tell her? Go for it.
Terri Morasco: I think whoever enters the Iron Maiden is going to disagree with her!
{ Shelly walks back and forth across the stage as her music plays. }
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{ The nameplate on the door reads "Eddie", but it's only briefly visible due to the door being swung open from the inside. Portia is the first to make her way out of the office, followed closely by a very sour looking Stephen Terrella. Likely having plead their case in regards to the evening's earlier events, they start down the hall for an unknown destination. Although the trip leads to a chance encounter with Rob Diamond, who appears to be heading to the office. The crossing of paths brings a stop to both parties. }
Rob Diamond: The fuck was that!? Nobody fucks with Gilmore but me!
{ Terrella tilts his head, rubbing at his chin as he eyes Rob. Flexing his left hand before balling it into a fist, Terrella drops his arm from his chin and takes an aggressive position. }
Terrella: Does it look like I came for the fucking Rob Diamond seal of approval? Me not beating your ass at High Stakes was a favor to your brother, but don't go thinking you and me are friends cuz of that. We ain't fucking buddies, or did you think I forgot Olympians when you were out there with Gilmore's best friend? I don't know what your deal is with him, and I don't much fucking care. Best bet for you, stay out of my way.
{ Portia places a hand on the front of Stephen's waist, seemingly trying to keep him out of another confrontation. }
Rob Diamond: Come on big dog, don't let that pretty face hold you back.
{ Placing herself between Stephen and Rob, Portia glances back at Rob with a look of utter contempt on her face. }
Portia: Same old Rob, never knowing when you should just shut your mouth.
{ Terrella points at Rob. }
Terrella: If you wanna fight, I can beat your ass, too. I got no problem putting down two legends, just say when and where. They can book you a hospital room right next to your little fucking buddy when I'm done.
Rob Diamond: I assume you mean James and not MY ACTUAL BROTHER! Go ahead and book the room, waste your money but if you're really calling out Being InFamous right now? Then you're dumber than I fucking look!
{ Portia can only roll her eyes. }
Rob Diamond: And I look like most straight men's nightmare!
{ Terrella puts a hand to his head in frustration. }
Terrella: Enough of this bullshit. Go find your boy, I'll get a partner, and we'll see who walks the fuck out next week.
Rob Diamond: I think we both know who it's gonna be.
{ Portia slips out from in between the two men as Terrella moves forward, going forehead-to-forehead with Rob. }
Terrella: Yeah, we do.
Rob Diamond: Good.
{ The two stay like that for several more moment before Portia pushes Terrella back, placing her hand on his face to try to calm him. }
Portia: Come on, baby, save it for next week when they pay you to do it. Don't give them anything for free.
{ Portia takes Terrella by the arm, leading him away. Rob continue to stand there snarling like he's really ready for a fight but it's really more for show. Commercial time. }
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Sorcha Wynn vs Zelda Simpson
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{ The Final Fantasy X version of "The Prelude" kicks in as Zelda Simpson strolls into the arena, playing Pokemon GO on her iPhone 12 -- much to the crowd's laughter. Once she approaches the ring, an attendant calmly reminds her that it's time to wrestle...so she gently hands him the gadget and prepares to wait for her opposition. }
{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 starts off with a bang, Sorcha dominates Zelda before pinning her for the win.}
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{We open up on a child. Well, not an actual child, but he might as well be in the context of professional wrestling. 17 years old, wet behind the ears, decked out in the most amateurish gear you can imagine - the price tag on his solid red singlet is still visible.
The most telling sign that this is the kidās first go-around doesnāt come from his apparent youth or the fact that heās clearly renting his gear, however. Itās the eyes. They say the eyes are the window into anyoneās soul, and that statement cannot possibly ring truer than it does right now - the boy is ecstatic at the mere honour of standing in this ring. Where so many come out of this industry broken down and jaded, the teenager is an innocent livewire of activity, buzzing around the canvas, powered by nothing more than the endless electricity of the occasion.
Indeed, it has been a whirlwind 48 hours for Damien Phillips. Two days ago he was taking on ring disassembly along with the rest of his fellow weekend warriors, and nowā¦
He finds himself living his dream.
The sense of wonder is undercut a tad by a sudden, foreboding screeching that echoes through the arenaās PA Systems. This repeats twice more, each abrupt addition of noise growing in volume and finally collapsing into a crescendo of smooth rock. An electric guitar kicks into double-time, the sweet and sinister melody of a violin contrasting it in what is an intoxicating pairing.
Itās when the ominous opera singing starts up that Jason Williams steps out onto the stage, and suddenly, tonight doesnāt feel like such a treat for young Damien. Williams doesnāt give those in attendance even the most moderate modicum of attention, standing his ground upon the stage as he stares sternly down the way - right at his opponent. Itās hard to decipher the emotion behind those eyes, and the mystery permeates around ringside as Williams marches down.
The Brit wipes his feet on the canvas before fixing the referee with an expectant glare - it takes the official a few seconds before finally getting it, quickly rushing over to lower the ropes for the unimpressed veteran.
Damien Phillips cannot help but feel a little overwhelmed by all of this. Until now everything has been so very joyful, but as the ringing of the bell draws near, his pounding heart shifts from an exuberant expression of joy to a painful distraction. The thousands of watchful eyes at ringside seem so much more intimidating now, and thatās not to speak of the millions at home.
His grandmother is watching, she promised she would.
āGet it together,ā the rookie encourages himself. Jason Williams is one of the best in the business, and sharing the ring with him is a golden opportunity. Defeat is a chance to learn, and victory? Itās best not to get ahead of himself, but a debut win over one of the greatest technicians of his era is a sumptuous prospect.
The bell rings. Phillips has seen enough Williams matches to know what to expect - eager to impress, he takes the initiative and leans forwards, offering a handshake.
Jason flashes a smile - how very convenient. It all happens so fast that nobody is really able to make sense of whatās happening until it has already happened. The referee is confused, commentary is confused, and most of all, Damien Phillips is confused. And in pain.
A lot of it.
Phillips screams as within the blink of an eye he finds himself on his stomach, a sharp elbow pressed against his neck and his arm contorted in a way that no arm should ever stretch. All of his token thoughts of pride and excitement and joy and determination evaporate within seconds as he feels what must be his bones bending - he submits in an instant.
By now the reception is far from warm, though in truth, Jason has always preferred a colder climate. He only releases the armbar after desperate protests from the referee, who immediately gets started checking on the wounded Phillips. Jason, meanwhile, rises to his feet with a satisfied glimmer in his eyes.
He takes his time retrieving a microphone, and takes even longer before speaking.}
Jason Williams: āGood job, kidda.ā
{Thereās a cruel note of mocking cynicism in his voice, and as he stares down at his fallen foe, he canāt help but smile.}
Jason Williams: āNot what you were expecting, eh? You thought you were coming up against the old helping hand, yeah?ā
[He shakes his head, amused by the rookieās foolishness.]
Jason Williams: āThatās what Iām here to do, isnāt it? To help wasters like you turn out half-way decent in a decadeās time, to hold your hand as you take your first bumps, to give back to the new generation of talent.ā
Jason Williams: āTo give back to the industry that I love.ā
[The referee, for his part, tries to get between Jason and Damien. He doesnāt succeed, though not through a lack of trying - a harsh shove is enough to send him flying out of the way. Jason crouches down besides Phillips, who is still desperately clutching at his sore arm.]
Jason Williams: āShh, donāt worry kid. Youāll be okay. I know it hurts at the moment, but Iām actually proud of you - knowing when to quit is the single most important skill you can have in this business. I know that sounds strange, but believe you meā¦ā
[Jason smiles.]
Jason Williams: āThere arenāt actually any heroes in this industry, no supermen with innate invincibility. At the end of the day, an armās an arm, and had you not tapped out yours would have been broken. Who knows what that could have done for your career?ā
[He lets out a heavy sigh, nodding as he comes to his point.]
Jason Williams: āUnfortunately for you, there are some things I would like to clarify about myself. To you, to these fans, and to the rest of the world. You see, I am not here to help you snot-nosed children. Far from it. But no matter how many times I say itā¦ā
[He frowns, shaking his head.]
Jason Williams: āHere I find myself, shepherding another baby to his first match. Oh the frustration, Damien.ā
[Still wracked with immense pain, Damien finally regains the wherewithal to look over at Jason, confused and afraid. Jason chuckles.]
Jason Williams: āDonāt be afraid. There is nothing you can do to change the way this is going to go, so there is little point fretting about it. It will all be over soon.ā
[Jason brings himself closer to Damien.]
Jason Williams: āBecause if people will not take my words at face value, I will speak with my actions. I shanāt be using what little time I have left to create careers, Damien. I will be using it to kill them.ā
[Jason drops the mic and, in a flash, heās upon Damien once more. Phillips goes into survival mode, scratching and clawing in the anguished hope of freedom, but within seconds his arm is being wrenched once more. The referee, sensing grave danger, pleads with Jason to release the hold and eventually starts calling for assistance, butā¦
Itās far too late. Despite the constant noise of a live show, most can hear the snapping of Damienās arm, and everyone can hear the bloodcurdling scream that comes ripping from his core as heās overwhelmed with pain.]
[Jason finally releases the 17-year old, clipping this angelās wings well before his time.]
[For Damien Phillips everything goes dark, a rush of paramedics and security forming a wall around him as Jason backs away, leaning against the ropes as he admires his craft.]
[He disappears behind the curtain, his crusade having only just begun.]
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{ We find Stephen Terrella and Portia later in their evening searching out someone specific for the tag team match next week. Stephen can't help but smile when he spots the man he was looking for. There, leaning up against the wall next to an open loading bay store smoking a cigar is the one and only, the Main Man, Chris Diamond. }
Stephen Terrella: 'Bout damn time someone else besides me was hanging around back here with some balls. Been looking for you, man.
{ The pair walk up to Chris who pushes off the wall with a smirk. Chris and Stephen shakes hands while Chris gives a nod to Portia. Chris takes several puffs as he smiles. }
Chris Diamond: Big King! My man! Glad to see you outside of the Roulette but let me fucking guess? Violent Tendencies rides again next week?
{ Spitting out some tobacco juice, Terrella nods. }
Terrella: Rob wants a tag match, and I need a partner, so yeah... that's my fucking thought. I get that's your brother and shit... and man, I tried to let him do his thing, me do mine. Roulette, he had a free pass from me up until the final three because that's your fucking blood. He pushed this shit, though. He has some weird shit with Gilmore, and I don't get the whole fucking deal. But I'm not going to get called out and stand there like a fucking bitch, doesn't matter if he's your blood or not.
Chris Diamond: Oh I get that shit. Can't fucking blame you either.
{ Chris takes a long drag off his incredibly Cuban cigar. }
Chris Diamond: But fuck. Rob has been blowing up my phone all god-damn night telling me to turn you down... But where is the fun in that shit?
{ Chris smirks. }
Terrella: Knew you'd see this shit my way.
{ Portia latches onto Terrella, wrapping her arms around his waist. He throws an arm over her shoulder. }
Terrella: Next week, let's end Being InFamous for good. When we're done, we can drink a few beers and piss on the fucking t-shirts.
{ Portia flashes a wicked smile as she watches Terrella extend his free hand to Chris one more time to seal the deal. Chris takes his hand and the two men shake as Portia smiles knowing Rob and James are in for hell next week. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Todd Williams vs Rob Diamond
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{The show barely gets back from break before Todd William's entrance is interrupted by Rob Diamond running down and beating the shit at him. He drags Todd to the ring and pins him for the three count.}
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{The camera opens on La Bolsa backstage, arms crossed. He beckons for someone off-camera. Who is he calling for?}
Bolsa: "Pedro! Ven aquĆ, por favor!"
{An older Latino man steps into view, sporting a brown suit coat. La Bolsa gives him a nod of acknowledgement before gesturing to the camera. The man clears his throat before speaking in a gruff voice, accompanied by a slight Spanish accent.}
Pedro: "My name is Pedro Cortez, and I am the official translator for La Bolsa. He has a statement for all of you, following his stint in the Roulette Rumble. He has come to America for one reason: to entertain the people on a big stage."
{The bagged luchador leans over, whispering into Mr. Cortez's ear. Pedro nods slightly before talking again.}
Pedro: "He says that he would love nothing more in the world than to be under contract with the IWF. It has been his childhood dream to wow the crowd and he hopes that the IWF commission can give him the platform needed to do so. See, La Bolsa has traveled all over his home country of Mexico. Wrestling has been his life. He dedicates himself to pushing the limits, thinking outside the box and making a name for himself. Now, he wants, no, he NEEDS a new challenge. Soā¦ IWF, it is your call."
{Pedro clasps his hands together, smiling. He looks at La Bolsa, giving him the proverbial floor. Bolsa steps to the forefront, looking straight at the camera. For the first time, he begins to speak, a thick Spanish accent sounding throughout.}
La Bolsa: "Iā¦Wā¦Fā¦ I want your best! I wantā¦ a match next week for Sacrifice. Give me one of your starsā¦ and I show you what I can do! VIVA LA BOLSA!"
{He holds a pointer finger to the sky as Pedro grins behind him. The two hold this pose for a moment before the camera finally cuts out.}
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{ The camera cuts to a prerecorded video package that fades in on an empty room, walls stark white and reflecting the fluorescent light above. Distant footsteps approach the char sitting in the middle of it, a striking and gleaming metallica black that seems to eat the fluorescent glow alive on its surface.Eventually, the source of the footsteps reveals itself to be none other than Matthew āthe Ravenā Knox, newly crowned IWF TV Champion. He takes a seat in the chair, dressed n simple jeans and a button up shirt with the title resting in his lap. }
Matt Knox: You knowā¦for the longest time, I had the unfortunate record of losing in all of my debuts. Recent history has reversed that fortune, thankfully. However, I do believe I outdid myself. The first time I step in an IWF ring, I end a 210 day reign and last to the final five in a battle royale for the right to end anotherā¦
{ He slowly leans forward, staring into the lens. }
Matt Knox: So, how do I follow that? Honestly, itās up to you. All of you. I have my intentions, of further blemishing the record of a disrespectful Viking by usurping his record number of defenses. Iād like to focus on you in the back, first. No more open challenge, yet. Iāve conquered plenty out there, even some from here. Beating your best kept me away for as long as it didā¦.but here I am, IWF. Here I amā¦.
{ The stone face slowly cracks into a smirk. }
Matt Knox: Now, can you stop me?
{ The camera feed cuts to black. }
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{ We catch up with James Gilmore as he is happily approaching catering to see who he can score for a tag team match next week against Stephen Terrella. Gilmore stops to rub at his chin as he overlooks the literal plethora of talent who are currently enjoying the fine dining Roberto Verona has prepared for them. }
Rob Diamond: So...
{ James smirks as he turns to face his old partner in crime, Rob Diamond. }
Rob Diamond: I heard yer looking for a tag team partner next week?
{ James laughs a little. }
James Gilmore: C'mon dude, are ya serious? After all the trash you talked before the Roulette?
Rob Diamond: Hey, I'm not saying we put the band back together. I'm saying for one night only we team up to beat the ever living shit out of Stephen Terrella and whoever his roid dealer is who I assume will be his partner.
{ James seems to ponder the offer for a moment. }
James Gilmore: Being InFamous retirement tour? 'Cuz I like to think that the last thing anyone would wanna see -- especially Fi -- is for the old band to stay apart forever. Gotta be willin' to put grudges aside for the greater good...
Rob Diamond: One night only, Jimmy, then it's done.
James Gilmore: Deal, bub.
{ The two former partners shake hands as we close out to another commercial break. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Nick Danger vs Ulf Hednir
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{I Hate U by Boston Manor comes on the speaker and Nick Danger walks out to the entrance ramp wearing Red and White wrestling attire and his leather jacket says Savior. He stands on the entrance ramp hyping the whole crowd to chant his name and starts walking down the ramp while giving fans high fives. He walks up the steel steps and goes through the middle rope to stand near the center of the ring for a moment then takes off his leather jacket and then throws both of them to the crowd then stands at the corner turnbuckle ready for the match to start. }
{The opening introduction for āRaise Your Hornsā by Amon Amarth plays over the PA system, and the crowd goes into a frenzy! The music can barely be heard over the sound of the fans. Ulf Hednir quickly shoves the curtains aside, dressed in his wolf headdress, and marches out onto the stage with his drinking horn held high over his head.}
Ulf Hednir: SKĆ
L!
Crowd: SKĆ
L!
{Ulf drinks from the drinking horn, and after, turns it upside down to show the crowd that there is nothing left. Ulf attaches the drinking horn to a strap hanging off his belt, and marches down the ramp to shake hands or high five many of the fans along the ramp; fans scramble to get as close as they can and he takes an extra moment to ensure he greets as many as he can. Ulf goes around to the right side of the ring, still greeting as many fans as he can until he reaches the timekeeperās table, where he removes the headdress and the drinking horn, placing them on the table. He walks up to the apron and leaps up, grabbing the ropes, and leaning back to let loose a mighty howl.}
Raise your horns, raise them up to the sky,
We will drink to glory tonight!
Raise your horns for brave fallen friends,
We will meet where the beer never ends!
{The chorus plays over, and Ulf steps between the middle and top ropes before parading around the ring a bit, raising his arms from each side of the ring. He stands by and waits for the match to start.}
{At the sound of the bell, Nick Danger went for an early round of offense against the bigger, stronger Ulf Hednir; he would hit him with a series of quick moves, and try to keep the speed to his advantageā¦ It was a failed crossbody that would turn things around when Ulf demonstrated his strength by catching him and reversing it into a fallaway slam! Danger would try to recover, but quickly get taken down as Ulf would demonstrate his MMA prowse with a double leg takedown and then switching to a ground and pound; the shots wore heavy against Nick Danger, and Ulf would earn a near fall, but it Nick Danger proved to have heart by kicking out. Ulf looked to seal the match with Blood Eagle, but Nick was able to counter! Nick Danger gained some momentum, which Ulf looked to retain; Ulf sent him to the ropes, and Danger was able to spring backward to go for LEGACY CUTTER! It was not able to connect, though, and Ulf was able to straighten Nick Danger out, and then shove him toward the ropes. On the rebound, Ulf connects with THE THOR PUNCH that puts Nick Danger down for the count.}
Winner via Pin Fall at 8:53: Ulf Hednir!
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{The driving guitars of FFDPās 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!!! Just as the smoke clears Knight slowly walks down the ramp dressed in a black pullover hoodie with his family chess piece logo on the front and jeans.}
Teri Morasco: Since High Stakes Nick Knight has posted several tweets that he is seriously considering retirement.
Vasco Dias: After his performance against Wraith I should retire. Thereās no room for losers in IWF.
{Nick reaches ringside and takes a chair from the time keepers table before climbing up on the apron and stepping between the top and middle rope. He carefully sets the chair up in the center of the ring and asks for a microphone. Sitting down he begins to speak.}
Nick Knight: it's been almost two weeks since High Stakes and I have to admit that the fire that used to burn inside of me is gone. I'm no longer passionate about the sport of professional wrestling the way that I was five or ten years. Hell, I don't have the same passion I had one year ago.
I know most of you have seen my posts on Twitter the past couple of weeks and absolutely nothing has changed. I put everything I had left in the tank into that match with Wraith and I fell short. I am 100% physically and emotionally drained. That's why after twenty-two years in this business I think it might be time for me to just say goodbye to the ring. I have nothing more to give to the industry that has been so good to me for more than half of my life. Honestly I think I'm alright with being considered one of the really good guys in the business that never one the big one.
{Nick sighs}
So what's next for Nick Knight? My best answer is that I really don't know what the future holds. I have the xXx Wrestling Academy that already keeps me more than busy. I have had several intriguing job offers from friends the past few months that would give me financial security for years to come. Hell I might even stay here in IWF and move into a backstage role, in fact I am under contract for a few weeks still and will probably be trying a few jobs on for size. Whatever I chose to do itās safe to say that my life as an in ring performer might be coming to an end, but that doesnāt mean that I have so much more that I can I still give to this business.
(He stands and leaves the microphone sitting on the chair as he rolls out of the ring as the crowd sits on in stunned silence until a small āThank you Nickyā chant begins to grow. āThe Hollywood Butcherā doesnāt seem to hear it though as he continues his walk to the back.}
Teri Morasco: It sounds to me like Nick has made up his mind about retirement.
Vasco Dias: Yeah and it also sounds like weāre going to be stuck putting up with him even if he does.
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Alex Blade vs Alek Bronson vs James Gilmore
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{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. He walks to the ring looking around. He slides into the ring. Then just laughs maniacally.}
{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.}
{ An instrumental with hook version of "Shell Shocked" by Juicy J, featuring Wiz Khalifa and Ty Dolla $ign, begins to play, and a video package begins to play stock footage of waves crashing, followed by bolts of cloud-to-cloud lightning. }
"Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ As jets of water shoot out from all directions, we tsee James Gilmore stepping out onto the stage, posing along to the hip-hop tune, before high-fiving the crowd and walking down to the ring. }
"(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we ride together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(This family can bear any weather)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ Once inside the ring, the Islander alum points heavenward, taking in the moments as he waits for his opponent. }
{The match starts with the trio going back and forth with one another! The former two-time World Champion begins wailing back and forth against both Alex Blade and Alek Bronson and is able to successfully battle each one back into a corner. Gilmore goes back and forth between the two corners to keep the other two competitors from getting back into the action, but it does wear down on him; Alek Bronson is finally able to counter and get out of the corner and then Alex Blade teams up with him as the two take turns to keep the champion from getting back into the mix.
A clothesline from Alek would finally send Gilmore outside of the ring, and a one-on-one between Alek Bronson and Alex Blade would ensue; Alek Bronson controlled the narrative of this one-on-one situation and earned a near fall. Alex Blade was able to kick out, and continue the fight but he was still in trouble with Alek being the aggressorā¦ Alek would connect with the CHESHIRE!
Just before he could score the pin fall victory, James Gilmore makes the save by dropping an elbow to the back! Bronson looked to regain his own bearings and keep the momentum in his favor, but the crowd rallying behind Gilmore is giving him the motivation to keep the fight going. It didnāt stop Bronson from fighting back, and Gilmore answered by using several roll up attempts and earned several near falls but it was never long enough to steal the victory away.
Blade would rejoin the fight a little bit later, and help Gilmore with now teaming up against Bronson. Gilmore looks to catch Bronson with SHELLSHOCKER but Bronson is able to avoid it! But a dropkick from Blade would send him out of the ringā¦Gilmore sees the opportunity and catches Blade off-guard with WIPEOUT! The headscissor takedown that he expertly transitioned into a triangle choke! Alek Blade was out outside of the ring, and Alex Blade was stuck in the center of the ring wreathing in the hold; he had no choice but to tap out, and James Gilmore picked up the victory!}
Winner by Submission at 19:27: JAMES GILMORE
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{As soon as the competitors from the final match clear out Alison Valance takes the center of the ring.}
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the winner of the 2022 Rouletteā¦ JC KEETON!
Terri Morasco: What a performance this young man put on in the Roulette.
Vasco Dias: I want to say he got lucky but I can't this time.
{A bolt of blue lightning hits the ramp producing a burst of smoke and when it clears standing in a spotlight arms stretched out to the side wearing jeans and a t-shirt that reads "The A-Side headlines Night of the Immortals!" is JC Keeton. The crowd explodes with cheers before the beat to "Born Legendary" by Emanuel Vo Williams hits.}
-I crawled out the gutter
-I rose to the top
-My reign everlasting
-I canāt be stopped
-I was made for the throne
-Rise up til I moan
-You been waiting on a ruler
-Well Iām home
{As soon as he says the word "Home" pyro explodes from the rampway as JC Keeton walks towards the ring to a very positive reaction with a huge smile on his face. JC hops up on the apron, steps through the ropes and retrieves a microphone from his back pocket.}
JC Keeton: It's moments like this that I got to watch my Dad have so many of and I always dreamed of having them myself, but this ain't a dreamā¦
{He points up at the giant Night of the Immortals poster that shows him and Wraith.}
JC Keeton: That's me! There's billboards with that same image all over this country and I'm man enough to admit that the first time I drove past one I pulled over and cried. Hell I'm doing everything I can not to right now but I've had a week and a half to take it all in and get my emotions in check. Back in 2016 I was an 0-3 rookie and I knew where I stood. In the very first promo I ever cut in my life that wasn't just me standing in front of a mirror talking to myself, I even said as much. I remember that promo well, I said that I'd always been the best at every athletic competition I'd ever tried and it was true. I accepted my early failures though and admitted that I was far from the best wrestler in the World but I proudly proclaimed that one day I would be. If I end the night on May 29th victorious over Wraith and raising the IWF World Championship into the air I will be. Which brings me to our esteemed champion.
Terri Morasco: He's not here tonight because he's attending doctor's appointments this week with his girlfriend. They announced that they were expecting their first child.
Vasco Dias: Is everyone having babies?
Terri Morasco:Not me!
JC Keeton: I know you're not here tonight Sabin but I'm sure you're watching and first off I want to say congratulations. That's end of the pleasantries though, and I hope you don't think that the JC Keeton you know outside tg ring is a the one you're getting inside the ring at Night of the Immortals. Cause with stakes like this, as much as I want to earn that IWF World title I'll do whatever it takes. If that means saying the most deplorable things I can possibly think of to get under your skin and in your head to give myself an advantage, that's what I'm gonna do. So I hope you and Ashleyā¦.
{The lights throughout the arena go out row by row until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness.}
Terri Morasco: He's here! The IWF World Champion Wraith is in the building!
{The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring with JC are Mr. Happy and Adel Travent.}
Vasco Dias: That's certainly not the Word Champion neither of those men have ever appeared in a main event segment.
{Adel charges and JC drops the mic to duck the wild punch before snapping Trevant backwards hard with a Tiger Suplex. Mr. Happy eats a dropkick and Adel is back up only to be driven back into the mat with a Springboard Cutter. JC grins looking as if he's enjoying himself before delivering back to back Ode to the Outlaws to first Happy then Trevant. "Born Legendary" hits again and JC climbs the turnbuckle pointing up at the Night of the Immortals sign as the IWF logo appears in the corner of the screen.}
Terri Morasco: And now we know why, but the #1 Contender seemed to be more than prepared for the sneak attack. I wonder what that was about?
Vasco Dias: Maybe they're angry he eliminated them from the Roulette?
Terri Morasco: Could be, well that will do it for another edition of Sacrifice. For Vasco Dias, I'm Terribly Morasco and we'll see you next week.
{The show fades out with JC Keeton standing on the turnbuckle soaking in the cheers.}
Well howdy there pardner.