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Post by Eddie D. on Oct 1, 2022 1:32:28 GMT
{ The show opener for Friday Night Sacrifice plays to the theme of IOU by Five Finger Death Punch showing clips of all the current champions as well as some of the biggest stars in IWF currently. As the show opening tag for Sacrifice comes to an end we are brought to the commentary booth with Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco. }
Vasco Dias: It's Friday Night! You know what that means!
Terri Morasco: Welcome to Friday Night Sacrifice! I'm Terri Morasco, this is Vasco Dias and we have a huge night of incredible wrestling ahead of us!
Vasco Dias: Absolutely! Two big tag team matches with the tag team invitational ladder match in the future!
Terri Morasco: Jennie and Latoya have a score to settle!
Vasco Dias: RAM takes on Pax Stormcrow and I have it on good information the winner may be in line for a future World Television Championship match!
Terri Morasco: And in the main event we have the NEW World Television Champion, Nick Knight making his first title defense against Nick Danger!
Vasco Dias: I hope the Revolution will survive that!
Terri Morasco: We will also here from the new men's and women's world champions tonight!
Vasco Dias: And so much more!
Terri Morasco: But that's enough talk! It's time for our first match of the evening!
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Double Deez vs The Union of Jobbers
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{ The arena lights begin to strobe red and pink as Walk by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA. The crowd erupts into boos as Rob and Chris Diamond make their way onto the ramp. Rob takes center stage as he hits a crotch chop while Chris towers over and behind him with that barbed wire baseball bat resting on his shoulder. The two of them then head down toward the ring. Rob rolls in under the bottom rope while Chris takes the steps. Rob heads to a corner and climbs up onto the second turnbuckle while Chris steps up onto the second rope besides him. Rob hits another crotch chop as pyro explodes out of two ring posts making an X while Chris points out into the crowd with his bat. The two of them then get down and get ready for their match to begin. }
{ Gibber and Thunder Sid are already in the ring. }
Vasco Dias: Here we go Terri! We are about to see some tag team action of the highest level!
Terri Morasco: From the Union of Jobbers?
Vasco Dias: No! From Double Deez! The next IWF Tag Team Champions!
{ The match kicked off with Gibberg and Chris Diamond. Gibberg wanted to do a test of strength and Chris said why not. The two locked up but Chris immediately threw Gibberg to his back with a laugh. Gibberg lunged up and went for a spear but Chris was ready for it and connected with the Shane Big Boot! Chris made a cover by placing a single boot on the chest of Gibberg but Thunder Sid was there to break things up. Rob came in from the side and hit a big time Spear on Thunder Sid that sent Sid rolling back out to the apron. }
{ Chris tagged in Rob and Rob went straight to work on Gibberg with spamming Snap Dragon Suplexs. Rob hit again and again and again and again and again and again to the point that the referee nearly stopped the match. Rob hit one final Snap Dragon and made a cover attempt but once again Thunder Sid was there to break things up. This time Chris ran in but Sid was able to escape. Rob pulled Gibberg to his feet and tagged in Chris. The team known as Double Deez then connected with their High Angle Facial tandem move. Chris made the cover and Thunder Sid tried to get involved but Rob blocked him. But somehow Gibberg was able to kick out which really popped the crowd! }
{ Gibberg fought his way up to his feet and stomped the foot of Chris and this time used the ropes to bounce off and connect with a spear on Chris Diamond! Gibberg then made the hot tag to Thunder Sid who came in and hit three successive clotheslines on Chris Diamond before going for a DDT but Chris hit a big time back body drop. Chris tagged in Rob and the two men connected with the Fluffer! Gibberg attempted to enter the ring again but Chris was on him with with a Fist Full of Dollars discus clothesline that sent Gibberg to the arena floor. Rob threw Thunder Sid into Chris who lifted him up, Rob hit the ropes and Double Deez hit their signature move, Double Penetration! Rob made the cover while Chris watched for Thunder Sid to enter the ring again. 1! 2! 3! }
Winners: Double Deez
Vasco Dias: Double Deez with an impressive win as the invitational ladder match draws closer!
Terri Morasco: You know every tag team in the back was watching that.
Vasco Dias: They better be because these two have to be favorites to win that match. Rob and Chris are both former tag champs, Rob has held the world title as well as other IWF titles. These two are legit contenders.
Terri Morasco: I agree. Double Deez is a team to keep your eyes on!
{ Rob and Chris both wiper their shoes off in the direction of their opponents before leaving the ring as we head to a break. }
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SEGMENT
I'm Proud of You
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{ We find Caroline Machado backstage, playing on her Nintendo Switch with a bottle of Lipton green tea close by. She was playing Super Smash Bros. Ultra in order to calm her nerves a bit, knowing that being a Women’s World Champion equates to having a target on her back. She nodded warmly though, choosing to accept the responsibility that comes with such an honor. The Brazilian, upon hearing a “shave and a haircut” knock on her suite’s door, turned her game off and placed it in her handbag. She stood up and opened the door… }
Caroline Machado: Hi Nicky!!!
Nick Knight: Caroline I um…
{Nick lowers his head and rings his hands like a nervous little kid.}
Nick Knight: I owe you an apology.
{He says softly.}
Nick Knight: I should have been there to celebrate with you, or at least sent a text. It's just that after Nick made the challenge I had to go into training mode. I also wanted to be able to tell you parabéns estou orgulhoso de você in person..
{ Caroline chuckled, pointing to her heart. }
Caroline Machado: You were there, that’s all that matters to me. So was JJ and Fiona – they couldn’t make the trip either but same-same, hehehe…!!!
{ She paused. }
Caroline Machado: It’s not gonna be easy from here. People will be challenging us now, lots of work from now until the next defense.
{Nick nods.}
Nick Knight: I’m just sorry that I didn’t have time to enjoy our big night. Instead I jumped on a train first thing the next morning and spent the week in Boston training for my match with Nick. Next week I’m going to have to find a gym between here and Vancouver and start training for whoever steps up to the plate next.
{ Caroline gave Nicky a playful poke in the ribs. }
Caroline Machado: Training is good, but too much of a good thing is bad! Have fun, go fishing, play more Naughty Mario Kart with Fiona or your friends, find balance! Hehehe…
{ She paused. }
Caroline Machado: You’ll learn to take a step back and not dread the future…
{ As if on cue, Ram pokes his head in the doorway. }
RAM: She’s right. You oughta listen to her…
{Nick grins and shakes his head.}
Nick Knight: And here I thought you were my student.
{ Ram chuckled. }
RAM: Any student can become a teacher. I…I’ll admit, this place is a helluva lot better than where I could’ve ended up.
{ He sighed. }
RAM: Ironic, ain’t it? It took a kid like me to start training at a former prison to avoid going to an actual prison.
{ Caroline winked, then patted Ram on the shoulder. }
Caroline Machado: Nicky’s a great friend. It’s funny, though…you two might wind up competing for the TV title!
RAM: Damn right…
Nick Knight: I'd welcome the challenge. As far as I'm concerned, as long as I have this belt it should be called the Triple A Championship, because I will face Anyone, Anytime, Anywhere.
{ Ram eked out a sly grin. }
RAM: Yes, sir…!
{ Caroline laughed. }
Caroline Machado: I think people would love to see that. It’s like a big boss battle in some video game!
RAM: Hey, that’s my line! Anyway I need to go get finished for my match.
Nick Knight: Good luck, kid.
{RAM walks out of the room leaving a smiling Caroline Machado and a laughing Nick Knight.}
Nick Knight: You never struck me as the sort that went for the bad boy. I recommend talking with Penny or Cin before you make that decision, because we can be pains in the ass.
{ Caroline chuckled, placing a firm hand on the back of Nicky’s neck. }
Caroline Machado: He’s a great, hard worker. I…I believe there is a lot of good in him.
{ She whispers in his ear. }
Caroline Machado: Além disso, ouvi dizer que ele tem uma queda por Fiona. Acho que são as tatuagens que ele gosta…hehehehe!!!!
Nick Knight: Tattoos can be sexy. I need to go get ready, but next week I'm taking you out for a celebration dinner. I know a couple of great sushi places in Vancouver.
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SINGLES MATCH
Jennie Fenix vs Latoya Hixx
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Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho…
{The introduction of “Sweet But Psycho” begins to play over the PA, and the crowd goes into an uproar for Jennie Docherty! However, the sound of a record scratching is heard and the music suddenly shifts.}
I'm a bitch, I'm a boss
I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss
I'm a bitch, I'm a boss
I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss
{“Boss Bitch” by Doja Cat plays over the PA. The spotlight is on center stage whilst Jennie emerges from behind the curtains, with a skip in her step whilst twirling a finger around the side of her head. Her hair is a mixture of black and green highlights; her attire is black and white striped dress pants, with suspenders over her shoulders, an unbuttoned jacket to match, a black and green sports bra, and a loosened tie around her neck.}
Alison Valance: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! On her way to the ring, weighing in at one-hundred-twenty-one pounds! JENNIE! FEEENNNIIIX!
Terri Morasco: This crowd adores the quirky little sister of Tara!
Vasco Dias: This crowd does, but I’m not sold! Tara is precise. Tara is technical. Tara is one of the best to step into the ring, but her sister just seems to…well, she does stuff, and that’s it!
{Jennie leans forward and blows kisses out to all of the audience before skipping down the ramp and gives a gentle tug on the tie before moving over to the crowd and high fiving as many of the crowd as she can. She takes a couple of phones from some of the fans and takes selfies with them with her signature “peace” fingers up, then holds the gesture up to the nearby camera before planting a wet kiss on the lens causing, leaving a lipstick print behind, and causing the camera angle to shift in turn to one with a clear lens. Jennie uses the steel steps to get up to the apron, and does a cartwheel along the side of the apron before landing with the splits; she cannot help but turn back to the camera behind her and shooting a wink at it before ducking underneath the bottom rope and sliding into the ring. She stands up and checks her pants, unveiling that the dress pants had torn from the splits; so she rips them the rest of the way off, unveiling that she is wearing a green and black tassel fishnet mini skirt, and leggings underneath. She tosses the torn pants out into the crowd where several people fight over the apparel before she blows a kiss out to that particular group, and then turns her back to the nearest turnbuckle and leans against it whilst waiting for the match to start. The camera starts getting a close up of her, and she tilts her head back and forth to the music before singing along slightly to it.}
Jennie Fenix: I’m a bitch, and I’m THE BOSS, Latoya! Come at me!
{ Almost on cue, Sky's The Limit hits. Latoya comes out on stage and grooves a little bit. She takes both of her hands in, covers it up and dip toe her pose and lifts up her blue sunglasses and hands them to her fans. She walks straight down to the ring and hops on it, and she holds onto the ropes and bends over and shows them her Boss Knuckles. She gets inside of the ring and she takes off her wrestling gear and waits for the opening bell to sound. }
Terri Morasco: You have to wonder what's going through the mind of Latoya right now. We've seen Jennie have some fun at her opponent's expense with these entrances, but does that throw a relative newcomer off of her game?
Vasco Dias: If she was smart she would've kept those knuckles on and just went to town on Jennie before the bell even rang. You can't be disqualified before the match starts, right?
Terri Morasco: What kind of example would that set for all of her young fans?
Vasco Dias: The kind where you don't end up flat on your back when the match is over.
{ Referee Jessica Andrews calls for the opening bell, and the match gets underway with a lock up. The two women go back and forth, working to push the other back. Latoya is eventually able to use her strength to wear Jennie down, forcing her back into a corner. Hixx adheres to the referee's request for a clean break, but not without a few words for Jennie. Jennie shoves her back, and Latoya retaliates with a straight shot to the jaw. Hixx goes to work on Jennie in the corner with some brawling tactics, keeping her trapped until she takes her out of the corner with an arm drag. Latoya goes up top, catching Jennie with a Meteora as she brings herself up! Latoya goes for a quick cover! }
One!
Two!!
No!!!
{ Jennie kicks out a split second after the two count! Latoya brings Jennie to her feet and whips her into the corner. Hixx tries to follow-up with a pair of double knees, but Jennie dodges and Hixx's knees crash hard into the buckles. Jennie gets it going offensively, springboarding off the ropes with a Perfect Moonsault! Rather than go for a cover though, Jennie crawls over off the landing, mounting Latoya and pummelling her with fists. The crowd roars as Jennie gets up, taking LaToya's arms in her hands and delivering some arm-trapped stomps to Hixx's face! }
{ Fenix lets up on the stomps as the crowd roars for her. Hixx rolls over, clutching her face; which leaves her prone for a "FIELD GOAL!" punt kick from Jennie! With a look of determination in her eyes, Jennie turns with a laser focus and dishes out a "Glasgow Smile!" to bring a dazed and battered Latoya off the canvas. With Hixx on wobbly legs, Jennie lines up -and then delivers- a devastating standing "Jinxie Drop" on Latoya! Fenix goes for a cover. The referee slides into position! }
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{ The referee calls for the bell as Jennie's music hits. Instead of relinquishing the cover though, Jennie reaches back into her boot, producing a marker. She uses her mouth to pop the cap, and starts to draw on LaToya's face. }
Terri Morasco: This is a very unorthodox victory celebration, but it's a win for Jennie nonetheless! Care to walk back those comments earlier, Vasco, about Jennie just doing stuff?
Vasco Dias: I never said she wasn't good, Morasco… but do you see arts and crafts hour in the ring there?!
{ Jennie continues to draw away, humming a little tune as the referee stands behind her completely confused. }
Winner: Jennie Fenix by pinfall
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SEGMENT
Thank You
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{ We cut to a brief highlight package of the four-way Women's World title match at Legacy, showing all four women giving it their very best. At the end, we see Caroline Machado connecting with the Service Ace on Latoya Hixx to become the brand-new IWF Women's World Cahmpion. We see a quick glimpse of Shelly Diamond as her eyes widen in shock when Blue Shoes handed the belt to the Brazilian! The final image, before we cut to live action, shows a smiling Caroline cradling the title -- despite a broken nose and tears in her eyes! }
Terri Morasco: What a life-changing moment for Caroline! What a journey from Navarro College to the IWF for that young woman, one of the kindest and most fun-loving people you'll ever meet.
Vasco Dias: Who cares?! Shelly Diamond is STILL gonna be the best ever!
Terri Morasco: Shelly chose to gamble and force the entire division to play the game on her level, and she paid the price!
{ On cue, "Levitating" begins blaring as the crowd leaps to its feet. Caroline Machado, sporting a Carnaval-inspired dress, walks toward the ring and raises the Women's World title above her head! Keeping with the Carnaval theme, multi-colored confetti shoots off from the stage as balloons -- all in the Brazilian national colors of green, yellow, and blue -- descened from the arena ceiling. Caroline is having a blast, enjoying the moment as she hops into the ring with mic in one hand and her newly-won World title on her left shoulder. She giggled, smiling from ear to ear as she spots a fan holding a sign at ringside. }
Terri Morasco: Hehe..."Eff Trudeau -- Caroline for PM!"
Vasco Dias: They have a Prime Minister in Canada? Jeez..
{ As the music stops, the crowd continues cheering as Caroline bounces up, down, and around the ring to help calm her nerves a bit. She was now in the moment, a moment she had never pictured in her life. Then... }
Caroline Machado: Hi!!!
{ The fans erupt at what has become Caroline's trademark greeting. }, who
Caroline Machado: Oh, it's a beautiful night in this neighborhood!
{ Caroline smiles as laughter and applause ensues. }
Caroline Machado: I...I am honored to be here tonight as the Imperial Women's World Champion. But I...I did not get here, to this moment, alone.
{ She paused, taking in the cheers. }
Caroline Machado: There are so many people who've helped me get to this night, this moment. Some of you are here, some are very far away, and some...are in Heaven right now.All of us have special ones who helped us into being, who brought out the best in all of us -- even in the darkest of hours.
{ Caroline gazes at the cheering crowd. }
Caroline Machado: Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds...to think of the people who helped you become who you are -- those who've cared about you and wanted what was best for you in this most precious life. Ten seconds of silence, I'll keep watch on the time...
{ As Caroline peered down at her ticking watch, some in the crowd giggled a bit before the seriousness of the moment settled in. Whether it was the earnestness in her voice, or something that just couldn't be explained right away, one couldn't hear a pin drop as the seconds ticked away. Ten seconds didn't sound like much, but as cameras caught many in the crowd bowing their heads or hugging their loved ones tightly, the impromptu period of silent reflection became crystal clear. Nodding her head warmly, the Brazilian checked her watch once more before speaking. }
Caroline Machado: Whomever you've been thinking about, how pleased they must be to know the difference you feel they've made. A special "I love you" goes out to JJ and Fiona, to Nicky and Ram -- I will be forever grateful for them giving me the opportunity to not only compete on this level, but also...to help bring out the best in not just myself, but all of you and those I will be competing against for this title.
{ Caroline's smile grew bigger as she flashed the "hang loose" sign. }
Caroline Machado: Muito obrigado a todos -- e eu amo vocĂŞs aos montes!!!
{ The crowd goes wild as "Levitating" begins playing once again! }
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SINGLES MATCH
1k RP Word Limit
RAM vs Pax Stormcrow
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Terri Morasco: I’m really excited for this next match, Vasco! We’ve got the relative newcomer, still technically in training, RAM! Taking on possibly the best mat wrestler in the world today, Pax Stormcrow!
Vasco Dias: RAM better bring his notebook with him to the ring because Pax is going to teach him something tonight.
Terri Morasco: I’ve got to agree. Everyone who steps into the ring with Pax Stormcorw walks away a better wrestler.
Vasco Dias: And killer joint pain.
"This progam has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down..."
{ will.i.am's "Geekin'" begins playing as Ram hops into the picture, and as pyro goes off around him he pretends to do the famous Buster Sword "victory" pose before heading down to ringside. While he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, he takes a moment or two to look around and admire the gathering around him before stepping inside the ring. }
{ 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. }
{ Things kicked off with Pax wanting to test the new guy out. Pax went for the collar and elbow tie up and RAM attempted to power his way out of it but Pax kept it locked in. Pax, feeling suitable comfortable then went for the drop behind and brought RAM down to the mat with a single leg takedown. RAM seemed annoyed as he got back to his feet, Pax tapping the side of his head. The two tied it up again and once again Pax was able to keep RAM where he wanted him. Pax quickly locked in a rear wrist lock and tried to bring RAM to the mat but RAM showed off some of that one on one training with James Gilmore and brought Pax over with a snapmare. Once Pax was on the mat, RAM hit a hard roaring elbow to the back of Pax. RAM took control of the match at this point using a vast array of punches and kicks to bring Pax into a corner of the ring. Once there, RAM hit several shoulder blocks to the midsection of Pax. Ram then brought Pax to the mat with with a scoop slam. RAM made his way up to the top rope at this point, roughly five minutes in and went for the 404 Error 450 splash but Pax moved out of the way! }
{ Pax recovered quickly from RAM’s offense and then went on the offense himself. Pax pulled RAM up to his feet and then slammed him face first into the mat with an arm ringer. Pax then locked in an STF but he’s far too close to the ropes to keep it locked in wrong. Pax doesn’t care that he has to let go of the hold and deadlifts RAM to his feet with a release German suplex! RAM tried to recover but Pax was on him with a European upper cut and then chucked RAM back to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex! Pax was feeling fired up now with the crowd behind and him and hit a deadlift powerbomb in the center of the ring for the first pin fall attempt of the match. RAM was able to kick out at two but Pax wasn’t worried about it all as he quickly rolled RAM over into crossface with the arm trapped. RAM could feel the pain as his head and neck were wrenched in the wrong direction and managed to claw his way to the bottom rope where once again the hold was broken. The match now drawing closer to ten minutes saw Pax once more peel RAM off the mat with a bridging snap dragon suplex! The referee went to make the count but RAM was able to kick out at two! }
{ Pax would peel RAM off the mat but RAM would fight back first with a headbutt! RAM then went back to his hands and feet to try and wear Pax down. With Pax against the ropes, RAM hit a big clothesline in the corner and then a twisting vertical suplex into the turnbuckles! With Pax down, RAM went to the top rope again and this time he connected with the 404 Error! RAM made a cover but Pax kicked out at two. RAM pulled Pax to his feet and drilled him with some forearm shots before whipping him into the turnbuckles! RAM charged in with a splash in the corner and then hit a belly to belly suplex out of the corner! RAM went to the top rope again and connected with a diving headbutt and went for another cover as the match ticked past twelve minutes! RAM covered but again it was only a two count! RAM was trying to keep his cool, feeling the pressure of such a big match. RAM brought Pax up to his feet but Pax fired back with a European upper cut and then hit a Saito Suplex! Pax went for a quick cover but RAM kicked out at two. Pax pulled RAM up and off the mat but RAM came back with another headbutt! RAM hit the ropes for a cross body block on Pax! Then RAM stood up and connected with a standing Braver shooting star press! RAM made another cover but once again, Pax kicked out at two! }
{ RAM headed back to the corner, feeling the effects of this match that just ticked past seventeen minutes. RAM climbed to the top rope and shouted for the Meteorain Asai Moonsult! RAM came off the top but Pax rolled out of the way! RAM tried to bounce right up but Pax was there with a roaring European upper cut! Pax then connected with the PEACE OUT! The bridge was in and the referee counted! 1! 2! 3! }
Winner: Pax Stormcrow
Terri Morasco: RAM fought a good match but Pax once again showing he’s one of the best in the world today!
Vasco Dias: RAM hung in there but you’ve got to give it to Pax, he had his opponent scouted!
{ Pax has his hand held high as his music plays and we head to a break. }
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SEGMENT
"Sanguis Immortalis"
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{ We circle in on the commentators booth with Terri Morasco and Vasco Dias. }
Terri Morasco: Welcome back to Friday Night Sacrifice!
Vasco Dias: We are hot off the heels of Legacy, a career defining night for many of your beloved superstars!
Terri Morasco: But maybe just a little bit more for the man about to come out.
Vasco Dias: He is the first ever 4 time IWF Men’s World Champion!
Terri Morasco: He absolutely he is… Alison! Take it away!
{ Our shot changes to in ring where Alison Valance stands with a microphone in hand. }
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen. It is my pleasure at this time to introduce to you the NEW! IWF MEN’S WORLD CHAMPION!!! ANGEL BLAKE!!!
{ All the lights in the arena go out as words blaze across the Imperitron. }
“Blessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.”
{ The entire arena absolutely explodes with cheers as the opening notes of the orchestra version of Gateways begins to play as flames erupt across the stage like napalm. Slowly Angel Blake begins to rise from within the flames with his arms outstretched wearing a long black coat with the birthdate of his baby girl embroidered on the back and the IWF World Championship around his waist. Angel throws his arms up in the air as the metal version of Gateways takes over and really kicks into gear. Flames erupt all the way down the stage and ignite the ring posts as well as the lyrics finally kick in. }
The core principle of freedom
Is the only notion to obey
The formula of evolution and sin
Leading the way
{ Angel steps out of the flames looking over to the crowd with a terrible grin before looking toward the ring. He scowls as he begins to walk, flames erupting behind him with every step. Angel finally reaches the ring, lifting his coat to walk up the steps. He stops on the apron and looks out toward the crowd as the song blasts. Blake throws his arms out and his head back as the arena lights go up to a blinding level. Blake turns and steps into the ring with confidence heading over to the far corner. The chorus comes back around as Angel stands up on the second turnbuckle and crosses his arms over his head in an X. Blake hops down and turns his back to the corner and walks over to where Alison Valance stood. He holds a microphone in his hand as the music dies down. }
Terri Morasco: Listen to this crowd!
{ The people in the Avenir Centre are cheering their hearts out for Angel who just stands there, a slight smirk visible beneath his pale painted face. }
Vasco Dias: This is incredible!
Terri Morasco: I guess New Brunswick is God’s country!
Vasco Dias: Province, Terri.
Terri Morasco: You know what I mean!
{ Angel starts to raise the microphone but a “You deserve it!” chant starts to break out as the crowd is completely taking over the show. }
Terri Morasco: I’ve got to agree with them. Angel Blake more than earned his latest run as the World Champion. He went through the Heir to the Throne, defeated his own family members to earn the shot. And then he took down the most despicable champion this company has seen in half a decade!
Vasco Dias: While I don’t agree with you defaming JC Keeton I will agree with the rest of that statement. Angel Blake more than earned the right to be the World Champion. Perhaps more than any other time he’s held that belt.
{ The crowd finally starts to settle down as Angel once more raises the microphone up when the lights throughout the arena go out row by row until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness as the crowd starts to “Oooo”. }
Terri Morasco: Oh no… This can only mean…
Vasco Dias: He’s coming!
{ The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring, face to face with Angel Blake — in unison, the crowd let out a heavy gasp. He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the championship around Angel’s waist. }
Terri Morasco: What is Wraith doing out here!?
Vasco Dias: Maybe he’s here to congratulate his step father!?
Terri Morasco: He doesn’t seem like the congratulatory kind of guy!
Vasco Dias: You got me there!
{ Wraith stands there, continuously tilting his head back and forth before looking into Angel’s eyes as if to challenge him into backing down. The crowd begins to chant, “THIS IS AWESOME!” as they are anticipating a brawl to ensue between the two of them. The reaction from the crowd causes Angel and Wraith to alternatively look back and forth at the audience before locking eyes again… Neither one intimidated by the other. }
Vasco Dias: This could get bloody pretty fast! We’ve seen these two go to absolute war with each other TWICE and neither man walked out in one piece!
Terri Morasco: This crowd wants to let them go, though!
{ Security is already starting to position on the entrance ramp in case they have to break up a fight… But just as all movement ceases: Wraith embraces Angel with a hug, which earns another mark from the crowd. The father/son duo hug for several seconds, and the staff collectively let out a sigh of relief while the crowd is still cheering the situation. Wraith finally does take a step back, and takes a microphone; Wraith then paces back and forth around the ring, but his gaze lingers back toward the new World Champion. }
Wraith: After two battles, TWO WARS, that we have collided with… I do not come out here BITTER… I come out here with RESPECT! And to say…you have one shoulder that looks rather empty…
{ Wraith’s lips curl into a grin. }
Wraith: So I come with an offer, Father… After Brother and Warren relinquished the World Tag Team Championships… Let us keep those titles part of the family.
Terri Morasco: What?! Are they going to enter this match for the vacant Tag Team Titles?!
Vasco Dias: I think it’s up to Angel now!
{ A terrible smile works its way across the lips of Angel Blake as a “YES!” chant breaks out in the Avenir Centre. Angel looks from one side of the arena to the other as the crowd continues to roar in unison. Slowly Angel raises the microphone to his lips. }
Angel Blake: The IWF World Tag Team Championship BELONGS TO US!
{ Angel lets out a roar to a huge pop from the crowd! }
Vasco Dias: I think that’s a yes!
Terri Morasco: I do too!
{ Angel looks around with a wry smirk. }
Angel Blake: At the Open Invitation Ladder Match we enter as challengers… and as family… BUT WE LEAVE AS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
{ The crowd roars again as Angel hugs his son, Wraith one more time before the two break apart, side by side, holding each other’s arms up high! }
Terri Morasco: What an epic announcement!
Vasco Dias: The tag team ladder match just keeps getting bigger and bigger!
Terri Morasco: At this rate it’s going to feature the whole roster!
{ Angel and Wraith continue to stand in the center of the ring as Gateways kicks in again to a huge ovation from the crowd before we head to a break. }
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Kings of Flight vs How an Anime Lover and a Cheshire became Overpowered
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{ The instrumental intro to Blue Stahli's "The Fall" bursts out as the Kings of Flight walk out onto the ramp. They both pull back their hoods and yell out to the crowd in order to hype them up. The team vault opposite barricades, walking through the sea of fans until they reach the ringside area. }
Alison Valance: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 403 pounds… Tyson Everest and Charlie Van Ruth, the Kings of Flight!
{ As they stand on opposing sides of the apron, they simultaneously vault over the top rope and into the ring, meeting in the center. The two exchange a quick chest bump before getting into their corner. }
Terri Morasco: We're going to get another look at one of the exciting new teams we have here in the IWF- the Kings Of Flight. I think our fans north of the border here are going to be in for a real treat, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: The first mistake you made was thinking, Morasco. That's what they pay me for! Now sure, yeah, these guys fly around the ring like tiny tornadoes and do a bunch of flashy moves… so I get why these morons would be entertained. You and I both know that's not how you sustain success in this business though.
Terri Morasco: They did win their first encounter with their opponents tonight.
Vasco Dias: Beginners luck, Morasco.
{ Some of the crowd pops as a recognizable anime song begins to play, bringing Bronson and Miyamoto out from behind the curtain. Alek stares as Miyamoto sings along to the song. Shaking his head, he keeps walking to the ring as Miyamoto sings with random fans. }
Alison Valance: And their opponents, making their way to the ring… weighing in at a total combined weight of 470 pounds… the team of Alek Bronson and Miyamoto Okazaki… "How an anime lover and a Cheshire became overpowered!"
{ Miyamoto and Alek take the ring. }
Vasco Dias: If Miyamoto would do a little less singing, and a little more listening to Bronson, this team could have some real potential. Bend a few rules, break a few bones… know what I mean?
Terri Morasco: Do you really think Alek Bronson should be giving out advice?
Vasco Dias: Not to me, no. Probably not to three quarters of the locker room. But Miyamoto needs all the help he can get. I heard he lives in his Mom's basement, eating Cheetos and watching anime in his underwear.
Terri Morasco: That almost certainly isn't true.
{ Van Ruth takes the ring for his team, keeping a watchful eye on Bronson as H.A.L.C.O. try to settle on who will start for their team. They decide on a game of rock, paper, scissors… best seven-out-of-nine, leading to Miyamoto starting things off. Van Ruth moves in on him as the opening bell rings, starting hard and fast with some strikes before catching Miyamoto with a roundhouse kick that floors him. }
{ Charlie continues to push the pace, diving into Miyamoto with a dropkick that flips him onto his back. Rolling, Van Ruth goes for a springboard moonsault… but Miyamoto brings his knees up, causing Charlie to crash and burn. Miyamoto brings Van Ruth up to deliver a hard headbutt, then throws some punches before turning him around and delivering a German Suplex that lands Van Ruth in the H.A.L.C.O. corner. Miyamoto tags in Bronson. Upon entering, Bronson chokeslams Van Ruth, and then Miyamoto delivers a body splash. }
{ Alek utilizes his power to keep the advantage for his team, mixing strikes and power moves. With Van Ruth in a bad way, Bronson brings him over into the KoF corner, dangling Charlie's arm just out of Tyson's reach for a tag. The game continues as Bronson switches sides, dangling Charlie's other arm. A moment passes before Alek spins Charlie around to deliver a snap jab. Bronson brings a knee into Van Ruth's breadbasket, then tries for a powerbomb… but at the height of the ride, Van Ruth dots Bronson's forehead with some fists before reversing the powerbomb into a Hurricanrana! }
Terri Morasco: What a counter by Van Ruth! He needs to make a tag badly though!
Vasco Dias: So does Alek! I don't think he's smiling under that mask now!
{ Alek glances up to see Van Ruth dive for the hot tag to Tyson Everest! The building erupts as Everest comes in and catches Bronson with a spinning wheel kick! He uses his speed to fluster Alek by dropkicking him in his knee, and then performing a cartwheel splash. Tyson leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, walking the top rope like a tightrope before jumping off and driving an elbow into Bronson's heart! Everest goes for a quick cover, but Miyamoto is in to break it up! This brings Van Ruth back in to go on the attack against Miyamoto. He knocks Miyamoto to the floor, leading to Van Ruth performing a suicide dive out of the ring and onto Miyamoto! }
{ In the ring, Tyson drags Alek up with a deadlift German Suplex! Chants of "Ty-Son" ring out as he points to the corner. As quick as a cat, Everest climbs the corner. He measures the distance, then soars through the air, crashing down onto Alek's chest with the "Peak of Everest"! All the air driven from his lungs, Alek is folded up when Tyson hooks his leg. The referee slides into position, and his hand slaps the canvas… }
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{ The official calls for the bell as "The Fall" starts to play. }
Terri Morasco: The Kings Of Flight have done it again! That's another W for this thrilling team!
Vasco Dias: Sometimes someone -or some team- just has your number. Maybe these guys just have Bronson and Miyamoto's number, Morasco? This flippy, high risk style won't work long-term though, I'm telling you now!
{ Van Ruth comes in to celebrate with his partner, Everest. The referee stands between them, raising their arms as the crowd roars. }
Winners: The Kings Of Flight by pinfall
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SEGMENT
"The Investigation"
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{ The cameras take us backstage again, inside the dressing room of Stephen Terrella and Portia. Big King is halfway sunken into a luxurious black leather recliner, with Portia sitting sideways across his lap. They discuss their general disdain for Canada while Portia files her nails and Terrella works on killing his eighth beer of the evening. As the last drops flow from the can of Miller High Life, Terrella draws it away from his mouth; crushing the can in his hand to toss it onto the floor. }
{ The moment Stephen's hand digs into the case of beer for number nine, their quiet time ends when a sudden tap comes against the door... Stephen grumbles under his breath while he pulls the can from the case. THUD! THUD! THUD! The knocks are more forceful. }
Stephen Terrella: Can't you read the fucking sign on the door that says don't disturb?!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
{ Terrella shakes his head, muttering to himself "this fucking arena damn sure better be on fire" as Portia gets up off his lap. He lumbers toward the door, fist clenched. Just in case. }
Stephen Terrella: I'm coming, damn it! Hold on!
Taptaptaptaptaptaptaptaptap.
{ It sounds more like someone tapping against the door this time, and Stephen opens the door to unveil a huge magnifying glass coming into the room which causes Stephen to take a step back in confusion... Standing in the doorway, dressed in a brown raincoat, and wearing a Sherlock hat; Stephen blinks several times, and then some bubbles float into the air when it is unveiled that Jennie Fenix is the one standing in the doorway. }
Stephen Terrella: You lost or something!?
Jennie Fenix: Ah!
{ Jennie calls out and shoves her way past Stephen Terrella, then looks around the room. Portia looks as baffled as Terrella, who seemed too stunned to try to stop Jennie from entering. }
Jennie Fenix: My sincerest apologies of disrupting your evening, MISTER TERRELLA...
{ Jennie speaks in a high class English accent. She shoots a glare toward Stephen Terrella when calling his name out.
She pauses after calling his name out and studies his own expression, but there it doesn't change... She chortles and takes a step further into the room, with some of the empty cans sliding from her movement. }
Jennie Fenix: As I am certain you have heard, there was a hit and run incident that occurred last week against the victim of one, Jennifer Docherty--
Stephen Terrella: Yeah, that's you...
Jennie Fenix: JENNIFER! DOCHERTY! Do not interrupt, SIR! I have come to get to the bottom of this, and so I must inquire as to your whereabouts at approximately 7:23 last week! AT LEGACY! WHERE WERE YOU?!
{ Jennie holds the magnifying glass again up toward Stephen Terrella to await his answer. Not one for games, Terrella doesn't allow the magnifying glass to linger there very long, slowly forcing Jennie's arm downward by pushing on the top of the instrument until they lock eyes. }
Stephen Terrella: If I ran you down, you'd know. I'd have stood over you while they loaded your ass onto a backboard. But I didn't, so what's that tell you?
{ Portia joins Terrella at his side, locking arms with him. She has always been able to read her man, and she felt it time to step in before Stephen lost all patience for Jennie's antics. }
Portia: Jennie, honey, we had no reason to hit you with a car, anyway. I mean really, it's not as if anyone thought you were actually going to beat Shelly. One-on-one, no woman in this company can. Tara couldn't even do it, and you're not Tara.
{ Her lips curl ever-so-slightly into an insolent smile as Portia tries to read Jennie's reaction to her dig. Jennie smiles coyly at Portia over her comment, and one eye twitches momentarily... As if the Jinx in her wants to come out, but she takes a deep breath, and just chuckles under her breath. But she shrugs off the comment, and turns her attention back to Stephen. }
Jennie Fenix: Y'know, you have lost to Jennie's nephew on a couple of occasions...
{ Jennie taps her finger against her chin. }
Jennie Fenix: I think that maaaybe, you just had enough! Maaaybe, you thought that you could take out his aunt to get back at him! Isn't that right? ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU DID?!
{ Jennie makes the accusation, and steps forward to prod Stephen's chest several times. }
Jennie Fenix: ADMIT IT! And you didn't stay 'cause you knew when he found out, he would dismantle you a THIRD TIME! ADMIT IT!
Stephen Terrella: Third time?
{ The insinuation that Wraith would dismantle him lands wrong with Terrella, and his gaze shifts to the floor as he runs his hand over his bald head to deal with the frustration. He takes a heavy breath during the process. There was a part of him that wanted to level Jennie where she stood, to dare Wraith to come for him; but he knew that would bring about consequences beyond a confrontation with the monster. }
Stephen Terrella: I'll admit it…
{ Stephen brings his eyes up to meet Jennie's. }
Stephen Terrella: Yeah, your nephew… he survived me. Twice. The thing about that is each time, I learn a little fucking more about what hurts him and what doesn't. Hell, right now, I'm learnin'
{ He rubs at his chin, looking a hole through Jennie. }
Stephen Terrella: See, you're telling me if I had hung around, he'd have came. I hurt you, I hurt him is about what I'm figurin'. So maybe I should've been the one to run your little ass down… see if I can get inside that head of his. You break a leg, an arm, neck… don't much matter to me. Wouldn't be on my regret list. But I guess we're having this conversation a little too damn late, ain't we? 'Cuz I wasn't the one that ran you down.
Jennie Fenix: It sounds like you DID!
{ Portia rolls her eyes, annoyed by Jennie's persistence. }
Portia: Listen, you psycho, we weren't even at Legacy! I can prove it to you if-
{ Jennie brushes off Portia's attempt to provide an alibi by raising her voice. She thrusts her finger into Terrella's chest with force. }
Jennie Fenix: YOU. DID IT! ADMIT IT!!
Stephen Terrella: I didn't do shit!
{ Jennie tries to jam her finger into Terrella's chest again, but this time he pushes her hand away. Portia goes back to grab her purse. }
Stephen Terrella: Keep your fucking finger off my chest.
Jennie Fenix: Then ADMIT IT!
{ Portia pulls some paperwork out of her purse. }
Portia: Jennie, will you shut up!
{ Portia returns to her man's side, holding the paperwork up in front of Jennie's face. }
Portia: Look! The way you stormed in here, you clearly can't read- so let me help you. This is a deed to a piece of property we bought to open a club in. When you got your little boo-boo, we were back home in Nevada buying this building. It's all right here, notarized with a date on it.
{ Jennie holds her magnifying glass up, using it to inspect the document. }
Jennie Fenix: Oh... Okay! Toodles!
{ Jennie does an about-face, and then gleefully walks out of the room. Stephen looks at Portia. }
Stephen Terrella: Ain't one sane person in that whole fucking family.
Portia: No, but now that whatever that was is over, she won't be poking around in our business for a while at least.
{ Terrella nods. Portia reaches up to rub the back of his head with her hand as the show goes to a commercial. }
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SEGMENT
"Not Indestructible After All"
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{Sacrifice returns from break to the sound of boos as a barely recognizable former IWF World Champion JC Keeton stands in the ring, microphone in hand. Dressed in jeans and a tight black t-shirt with silver aviator sunglasses to try to hide the cuts and bruises that riddled his face from his epic encounter with Angel Blake at Legacy. With Clay Kovar standing behind him arms crossed, JC just stares at the mat. After a moment the crowd dies down and he brings the mic up to his lips.}
JC Keeton: Seventeen. That's how many Divine Justice knee strikes Angel Blake hit me with at Legacy last Sunday. If I'm being honest after the fifth one I don't remember anything else that happened that night. I woke up in the hospital the next morning and I didn't even recognize myself in the mirror. I thought I'd been in a car wreck or a plane crash or some other horrific accident. I was hurt, confused, and alone.
Terri Morasco: I don't feel sorry for him, do you Vasco?
Vasco Dias: Of course I do.
JC Keeton: Apparently my Dad had been at the hospital with me the night before but the medical staff informed me that I demanded he leave. I couldn't understand why I wouldn't want him there with me. Even through horrible double vision it didn't take more than a few taps on my phone to find out why. Angel Blake didn't beat me at Legacy, my own father did. Seventeen of the same move that's fell some of the biggest names in IWF and he still couldn't finish me off. Who knows how many it would have actually taken or if I would have turned the tides, put him away and retained my title. The opportunity to find out either one was taken away by a simple toss of a bloody towel into the ring by my old man. I don't even get the chance for a rematch because besides being obviously concussed it's gonna take multiple surgeries to fix my badly broken nose, fractured orbital, and ruptured eardrum. Doctors are saying a minimum of three months before I can even consider wrestling.
{JC takes the aviators off and the camera gets a close up of the damage that was done by Angel Blake.}
Terri Morasco: That is disturbing. He looks like something out of a horror movie.
Vasco Dias: Well it is spooky season Terri.
JC Keeton: I bet y'all are happy that I'm gonna be gone for the rest of the year at least. Now IWF can fade back into obscurity like it was before I returned and put it on the map for the first time in the nine years it's existed in February of 2021.
{Before the fans can shower Keeton with boos their attention is turned to the ramp as Jake Keeton, mic in hand starts walking towards the ring.}
Jake Keeton: Jon, son. I've called and texted you multiple times for the last week and a half.
{The elder Keeton continues talking as he enters the ring, JC stares daggers at his father.}
Jake Keeton: I know you're upset with me and I understand. I took the match out of your control, but kid you're too damn tough for your own good and I fought too had to keep you alive when you were a child to watch your career get ended or maybe worse at the hands of Angel Blake. I had to stop it.
{JC steps towards his father and bumps him with his chest and Jake backs off as Kovar circles behind him. JC screams into the mic.}
JC Keeton: IT WASN'T YOUR CHOICE! When are you gonna realize that I'm my own man and I have to live with the consequences of my own actions? You took my right to go out on my shield away from me and now we'll never know what would have happened. You took my fate out of my hands and I'll never forgive you for it.
Jake Keeton: You're a father now yourself Jon, you have to understand that a parent will do anything to protect their child even if it means that child will hate them for it. You were out of it son, you weren't gonna win that match whether I threw the towel in or not and I couldn't bear to let it continue. Please son, imagine Lian as an adult in that same situation. Wouldn't you do the same thing for her?
{Before JC can answer Clay delivers a stiff forearm shot to the back of Jake's head dropping him to his knees. }
Terri Morasco: Oh no! What a disgusting shot from Clay Kovar to Jake Keeton. Did JC signal Kovar to strike his father?
Vasco Dias: I'll be honest, I didn't see anything.
{ Almost on instinct JC kneels down by his Dad, placing himself between Jake and Kovar. JC says something to Jake inaudible before standing up and getting in the face of the man dubbed the Cape Coral Colossus. A slight pop can be heard from the crowd. Even though he's tossed the microphone down in the chaos, JC Keeton's words ring loud.}
JC Keeton: What the fuck are you doing?
{Confused Kovar responds.}
Clay Kovar: I thought that's what you would want!
JC Keeton: That's my Dad! Keep your fucking hands off him or you'll be back sleeping on the beach and working in YMCAs for $50 a night! You got me?
{With his teeth gritted in anger Kovar nods as JC turns back to his father and reaches a hand out to him but before Jake can take his sons hand Kovar swings. Jake shoves JC out of the way and takes the shot full force, knocking him out. An enraged JC Keeton then leaps up but doesn't get the height required to connect with Ode to the Outlaw and Clay snatches him out of midair by the throat and Choke Slams him to a chorus of boos. Kovar then rolls to the floor and drags JC out by his foot. Pulling him towards the announce table, Terri and Vasco sense what's coming.}
Terri Morasco: We have to get out of here, they're headed this way.
Vasco Dias: I'm not going anywhere.
{With a swipe of his massive arm Kovar clears the announce table. He shouts "Move!" at Vasco and he scrambles away to join Terri near the time keeper. Kovar then places JC's head between his legs, lifts him up and sends him crashing through the announce table with a Power Bomb. Security rush the ringside area but the damage is done as a smiling Clay Kovar backs up the ramp with a sick smile.}
Terri Morasco: This looks really bad, JC Keeton already had a concussion before Clay Kovar put him through our announce table. I know he hasn't exactly endeared himself to anyone in the last several months but I for one am concerned for this young man's future.
Vasco Dias: No matter what he's done, he didn't deserve that. His career could be over.
Terri Morasco: We have to get things cleaned up here folks, we'll be back after this.
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WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
1K RP Word Limit
Nick Danger vs Nick Knight(c)
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF World Television Championship. Introducing first from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania he is “The Rising Ace” Nick Danger!!!
{Red and Gold wrestling attire and enter the ring the entrance ramp with a custom Motorcycle that says “Dangerzone”. Then gets off the motorcycle and stands on the entrance ramp and points one finger in the air saying his number one. Then red fireworks light up the entrance ramp then Nick Danger makes his way down the ramp giving fans high and then slides inside the ring. He takes off his jacket and throws it towards the fans ready for the match to start.}
Alison Valance: And his opponent hails from Los Angeles, California and is the reigning and defending IWF World Television Champion he is “The Hollywood Butcher” Nick Knight!!!
{Slowed down carousel music begins to play and is soon joined by unhinged laughing. Driving guitars join the fray and as the voice of Ivan Moody growls "Welcome to the Circus" Nick Knight bursts through the curtain and begins stomping his way towards the ring.
Welcome to the shit show
Just another freak show
Hang your hat and hate at the door
It's a game of torture
Souls are made to order
Everything you wanted and more
Knight reaches ring side as the pre-chorus begins
You've gotta kill somebody to thrill somebody
Everybody's gotta reason to bleed
You've gotta fuck somebody to know somebody
That motherfucker ain't me
He begins to clap trying to get the fans into it as the chorus begins to play.
Am I the only one
That doesn't buy into the lies?
Am I the only one
That doesn't wear a disguise?
'Cause if I can't break it
And I can't change it
Then tell me, how will I know? (Tell me, how will I?)
Am I the only one
That isn't just here for the show?
When it get to the very last line the entire arena joins in with Ivan's snarl
WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS!!!}
Vasco Dias: Well after excessively long entrances we are ready to get underway. What do you think of this match between faction mates in The Revolution, Morasco?
Teri Morasco: I honestly think it’s Nick Knight’s match to lose more than it’s Nick Danger’s to win. The Champ is extremely upset that Danger was the one that answered his challenge, and it will be interesting to see how much that throws him off of his game.
{Blue shoes calls for the bell and teacher and student lock up in the center of the ring. Back and forth they jockey for the advantage, Danger using his leverage and Knight his size, until “The Hollywood Butcher” finally takes control and drives “The Rising Ace” back into the ropes. The referee calls for a break and Knight acts like he is going to grant a clean break before firing a blistering chop to the chest of the younger man.}
Vasco Dias: Nick Knight setting the tone early, by letting Danger know that he doesn’t care that they’re friends.
Teri Morasco: He has publicly said just that, and I’m honestly not too surprised that he’s followed through on his words.
{Knight continues the assault on his protege’s pecks with a handful more chops, before a red faced Danger turns the tables and lays in a chop of his own. Back and forth the two men exchange fire, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the arena, until Nick Knight ups the ante with a forearm that nearly knocks Danger off of his feet. The smaller man regains his balance after stumbling back a a few steps and drills his fellow faction mate with a stiff forearm of his own. The battle of the forearms ensues until “The Hollywood Butcher” once again ups the ante with vicious headbutt that has “The Rising Ace” out on his feet.}
Vasco Dias: I don’t think either one of them really cares that they’re friends.
Teri Morasco: No, I think they care more about being the World Television Champion. There’s time to be friends when the match is over.
{Looking to end the match early Knight sends Danger flying overhead with a Non-Dairy Creamer, but somehow the man from The City of Brotherly Love lands on his feet. “The Hollywood Butcher” turns expecting to see Danger out of it, but instead “The Rising Ace” is smiling at him and talking smack. Red faced Knight charges right into a Spanish Fly. Showing his insane athleticism Danger jumps to the top rope and leaps high in the air coming down with a Phoenix 630 Senton. “The Rising Ace” hooks the leg and Blue Shoes drops tro the canvas to make the count…
One
Two
Thr…
Nick Knight kicks out emphatically!!!}
Vasco Dias: Nick Danger just milliseconds from winning the biggest match of his career, and I think we can agree that it would be consider a major upset.
Teri Morasco: It would no doubt go down as one of the biggest upsets in IWF history, but that might have been his best chance. That headbutt from Knight has reopened that wound on his head and the blood is starting to flow.
{Danger pulls his mentor to his feet by the back of the head, but before he can do anything Knight pokes his in the eye. “The Rising Ace” stumbles back trying to clear his vision, Knight has other plans and grabs a handful of hair and begins biting at the stitches of the younger man.}
Vasco Dias: Nick Danger is just one week off from a very physical match against Caleb Cannin, while Knight won the Television Championship in under three minutes. Was it really smart of him to make this challenge knowing that he is less than one hundred percent.
Teri Morasco: Probably not, but can’t ever deny the heart of Nick Danger.
Vasco Dias: I have a feeling he’s about to find out the hard way that it takes a lot more than heart to be a champion.
{Knight releases the hair of his screaming protege and backs away, leaving the younger man to try to wipe blood from his eyes. The reprive is brief though as “The Hollywood Butcher” chargers and sends both me crashing to the floor with a Cactus clothesline. Ignoring his battered and bloody faction mate Knight shoos both Alison Valance and the timekeeper from their chairs before setting them up back to back.}
Vasco Dias: I’m not sure what Knight has in mind here, but it’s rarely good when he starts moving furniture.
{Pulling Danger to his feet by a a fist full of his locks “The Hollywood Butcher” drives his friend head and neck first into the chairs with the Non-Dairy Creamer. Knight pauses for a moment to look down at the bloody Danger with a smirk before walking over to the ring steps and flipping them up on end.}
Vasco Dias: I’ve said it before, but remember that Nick Knight is doing this to his friend.
Teri Morasco: I can’t believe that Blue Shoes is allowing this to happen. He needs to get this back inside of the ring, before Nick Danger is seriously hurt.
{Turning his attention back to his opponent Knight pulls “The Rising Ace” to his feet and begins to push him in the direction of the ring steps, but he finds that Blue Shoes is baring his way and threatening to disqualify him. The TV Champion throws up his hands and feigns innocence as Danger crumbles to the floor. Not to be dissuaded by Blue Shoe’s threats Knight walks the other direction and grabs the timekeepers table and begins to drag back towards his opponent. Carefully “The Hollywood Butcher” sets the table up with nothing but bad intentions before turning his attention towards Danger, but “The Rising Ace” has a different plan and using the ring steps as a spring board he hits Rise and Fall driving Knight through the table.}
Vasco Dias: Just like that Nick Danger has got himself back into this match!
Teri Morasco: He needs to get Knight into the ring and make the cover.
{Danger slowly climbs to his feet and shakes loose the cobwebs in his head. His is wearing a crimson mask from where his stitches has opened up, but he is grinning from ear to ear. Slowly he rolls Knight into the ring, obviously still feeling the effects of being driven through the chairs. Once inside of the ring “The Rising Ace” makes the cover…
One
Two
Thre…
Nick Knight reaches out and grabs ahold of the bottom rope!}
Vasco Dias: Nick Danger just made the mistake of pinning Knight too close to the ropes.
Teri Morasco: I can’t help, but think that if he was able to get Knight back into the ring quicker we would have a new Television Champion.
{“The Rising Ace” climbs to his feet remaining wrist control as he begins to rain down foot stomps to the side of Knight’s head. “The Hollywood Butcher’s” head lolls with the first few strikes, but then they seem to wake him up from his haze. Each kick landed just pisses him off more and he is soon climbing to his feet. Not sure what to do Danger tries to release the hold, but Knight maintains control of one of his wrists and nearly decapitates him with a vicious Welcome to Hollywood. Knight hooks the leg and makes the cover…
One
Two
Th…
Danger kicks out strongly!!!}
Vasco Dias: I think Nick Danger may have missed his best chance at winning this match, because every time he hit’s Knight it just seems to piss him off more.
Teri Morasco: We’ve seen that side of “The Hollywood Butcher” before, but we’ve also seen that it takes a lot to put Nick Danger down. I wouldn’t count him out just yet.
{Frustration is painted all over Knight's face as his rises and shoves the head of Nick Danger between his knees, before lifting up the smaller man and planting him skull first with Banned In Memphis. Knight makes the cover…
One
Two
Three…
Danger weakly kicks out}
Vasco Dias: Knight may have just made a rare unforced error by not hooking the leg.
Teri Morasco: Normally I'd say that I don't blame him, no one kicks out after Banned In Memphis, but if anyone knows the heart of Nick Danger it's "The Hollywood Butcher."
{A huge smile comes on the face of Nick Knight and he begins to clap. Danger slowly climbs to his knees frustrated at the actions of his mentor. The camera zooms in on the face of Knight you can easily read his lips saying, "If you don't like it, do something about it." This lights a fire in Danger and he shoots to his feet and lands a chop that nearly drives the air from the lungs of "The Hollywood Butcher."}
Vasco Dias: Knight seems to have awoken something inside of his protege.
Teri Morasco: Danger has to be careful and not become too emotional. The TV Champion is a twenty-three year veteran and knows how to use that fire against an opponent.
{"The Rising Ace" lands a second chop and Knight begins to laugh in his face, which sends Danger into another level of angry. The challenger steps back and hits the ropes coming with a heavy forearm strike, but Knight easily sidesteps and locks in the La La Land. Danger does his best to try to break the hold, but he finally has no choice, but tap out.}
Alison Valance: Your winner and still IWF World Television Champion Nick Knight!!!
{Knight releases the hold and keeps his grip on his protege, so he does not fall to the canvas. "The Hollywood Butcher" is obviously heaping praise on his young faction mate when suddenly the lights go out.}
Vasco Dias: Has Verona got so cheap that he turns the lights off before the fans even leave the building?
Teri Morasco: I think this something else.
{A black and white image of a spinning globe comes on the tron like the opening of a 1930s movie. A biplane slowly flies around the world with a banner that reads MODify The World trailing behind.}
Vasco Dias: Not this crap again!
{Strobes began around the stage and more masked figures have taken over with each flash of the lights. Suddenly pyro erupts and the lights come up revealing a man in a black mask standing behind a lectern.}
?:Ladies and gentlemen please give it up for our Television Champion and his sycophant Nick Danger. That's why you keep him around isn't it Knight, to have someone to kiss your ass. Someone so happy to be breathing the same air as the great Nick Knight that they don't stop to notice how full of shit that he is.
Trust me, I know this better than anyone in the world. I fell for the lies, and not just Nick's. No, I fell for the lies of the entire Knight family. First I let James lure me in with the promise of the best training money can buy, when he managed to show up long enough to collect the check. Then it was Nick and his pretending to give a shit about me, because he knew that one day I was going to be something in this business. Lastly it was Lucipher Crosse, and his half truths about the reality of the world.
No longer am I beholden to any of those men, and if you're smart you won't be either Danger. You will realize that The Revolution will not help you get anywhere in this world, but that the Ministry of Destruction will help you reach all of your goals. We will MODify you into the best possible version of yourself. All you have to do is take my hand.
{The lights go back out and when they come back up the stage is empty. The camera zooms in on a very confused Nick Knight and Nick Danger standing in the center of the ring.}
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Well howdy there pardner.