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Post by Jess Fowler on Feb 12, 2023 4:56:03 GMT
{ Heart of a Champion by Hollywood Undead plays as we are brought the opening intro to IWF Odyssey! We see a shot of the Invictus Champion, Stephen Terrella, then see clips of the Television Champion, Caleb Canin. We see more clips of Virginia Stepanov, Latoya Hixx, Jennie and Tara Fenix followed by clips of James Gilmore, Shelly Diamond and Mia Everstone. After that we are shown the jam packed arena and all the screaming fans before we settle on the commentary booth with Iyo Kenshin! }
Iyo Kenshin: Welcome to Odyssey! We've got a huge show for you tonight! It all kicks off with a match between the holder of The Queen’s Gambit case and Mia…
{ 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. }
Iyo Kenshin: It seems that plans have changed and we’re going to be hearing from the Decimus Champion, and he does not look happy.
Rayne: After falling short at Metamorphosis, that’s not much of a surprise.
{ Knight reaches ring side as the pre-chorus begins, but instead of trying to hype up the crowd he just takes a mic from the time keepers table. Once inside of the ring he flips it on and smacks it a couple of times to make sure that it is working properly. }
Nick Knight: I’m going to keep this really fucking short, I don’t want to be here. I was told by IWF officials that I had to come to the UK for press work, which was me doing a midnight interview with a completely disinterested DJ on Jazz FM. The airline somehow destroyed my luggage and these are the only clothes that I have until I can go and buy more tomorrow. So, needless to say I’m a little pissed off, and I’m out here to take out a little frustration. Is there anyone in the back that has balls enough to come out here to get their ass kicked.
Iyo Kenshin: Nick Knight making an open challenge. Will anyone answer it?
Rayne: Seeing the mood that he’s in, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t
{Bagpipes begin to play and a young man with a sky high blue mohawk and wearing a kilt comes out from the back and makes a beeline towards the ring.}
Alison Valance: Now making his way to the ring from Aberdeen, Scotland Malcom McCalla!!!
{The young man doesn’t even make it half way down the aisle before a thrown chair smashes him in the face, followed by a brutal lariat from “The Hollywood Butcher.” Grabbing a handful of blue hair Nicky drags the dazed youngster towards the ring, before whipping back and forth between the ring and barricade. Deciding that his opponent is sufficiently stunned Knight reaches down and pulls back the padding on the floor revealing the cold concrete underneath.}
Iyo Kenshin: I can understand being angry, but this is too much.
Rayne: This is exactly why I wouldn’t have answered the challenge, but this kid saw the opportunity to make a name for himself.
{The mat peeled back Nick lifts McCalla up and plants him down skull first with Banned In Memphis ‘22. Knight then rolls his opponent into the ring and tells Tommy Knockers to ring the bell. As soon as the bell sounds the Decimus Champion makes the cover…
One
Two
Three!!!}
Alison Valance: Your winner Nick Knight!!!
{Not finished talking Nick picks the mic back up and with his foot on the chest of his now crimson masked wearing opponent he speaks.}
Nick Knight: Are you there god, it’s me Nicky? I think we have a lot to talk about after Metamorphosis, don’t you? I mean that night can’t be sitting well with you, since you really didn’t beat me. No you simply survived the match, and that has to bruise the ego of one as high and mighty as you. So, get your ass out here Angel and we can settle this thing once and for all.
{Nick waits for several seconds in silence.
Nick Knight: Oh that’s right, he can’t come out here. It seems that just like always Angel Blake is back at home sitting on his throne, while the rest of us bust our asses to make IWF special. We do the fan meet and greets, and take midnights interviews on fucking jazz stations. That locker room is the heart and soul of this company, you’re just a part timer resting on our laurels.
Angel the one thing that Metamorphosis taught me is that I can beat you. You are no longer the almighty in my eyes, because I truly see that you’re just a man in face paint. When I said it before I didn’t really believe, but now I do. I saw the pain in your eyes when I was digging that vajra in your flesh, I saw the surprise when I climbed out of the rubble of that broken table, and most importantly I saw the relief on your face when Blue Shoes counted three. You were doubting yourself just like any other man.
Step inside the ring with me again and I will expose you. The balls in your court, champ.
{Nick drops the mic.}
Iyo Kenshin: Nick Knight has made the challenge, do you think the Champ will accept?
Rayne: Angel Blake has never been one to back down, but he’s also a master of mind games. Whatever his answer you can bet that Knight is going to be waiting for a while to get it.
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SINGLES MATCH
1500 RP Word Limit
CHE vs Mai Everstone
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Iyo Kenshin: So we have the holder of the Queen’s Gambit case and the up and comer Mai Everstone.
Rayne: I can see this from both sides, honestly. We have Che feeling like because she has the case she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. And we have Mai, scratching and scrapping to get noticed while Che pisses away a golden ticket.
{The lights in the arena dim as the opening instrumental of Tia P’s “Fortune” hits the PA system. The lights in the arena begin to strobe between silver and purple lighting. As the beginning lines of the song hit the PA system, the name of the incomparable “CHE’” is seen on the titantron. The fans in attendance give a decidedly mixed reaction as the “The Bonafide Baddie”, “The Undeniable Moment” Cheyenne makes her way from behind the curtain. A smirk comes over her beautiful face as she looks out amongst the fans in attendance. She places her hands onto her hips as she is joined by Sienna Sharpe who appears from behind the curtain. She lets her hands fall from her hips, as she begins to walk down the ramp. The smirk on her face never leaves, she makes her way down to the ring, taking her time to talk to those at ringside on her way. With the chorus of boos echoing, she makes her way down to the ringside area followed closely by her manager Sienna Sharp. As Cheyenne and her fellow Sirens continue their sultry saunter down to the ring, a voice-over can be heard in accompaniment with her theme song.
Alison Valance: “Ladies and gentlemen, please stand in recognition of the beauty that is in your presence! Being accompanied to the ring by ‘The Sharpiest Mind in the Business’ Sienna Sharpe. She hails from New Orleans, Louisiana; she is the “Undeniable Moment” Cheyenne!”
Cheyenne makes her way onto the ring apron, standing with her back up against the ropes. As Sienna stands near the apron, Cheyenne places her right foot against the bottom rope. She rests her arms against the top rope, and flips into the ring, over the top rope, landing on her feet. She finds her way over to the ropes on the hard-camera side. Standing on the bottom rope, she extends her arms out as the fans in attendance rain down their disapproval. After a few moments, she jumps down from the rope, and awaits the start of the match-up.}
Iyo Kenshin: I’m surprised she hasn’t added her accomplishments to her entrance.
Rayne: You’re baiting me to say something I’ll have to apologize for.
{ The words rip through the stadium as "The Bird and The Worm" hits as the lights dim to a dark purple. A grey like smoke rising on the ramp way as the form of Mai comes up onto the stage with videos of Crows playing on the screen behind her. She waves with a large smile. She skips happily down the ramp, stop to wave at the fans and taking a selfie with some doing a silly face before making it down to the ring. The lights begin to flicker red in the purple as she stops at the steps.
As it looks like she’s about to climb the steps she jumps onto the top rope with ease. Mai’s hands extending out to the crowd as she grin wide. She puts her hands down on the top rope as she looks around the ring and she begins to lift herself up onto the rope before flipping back onto her feet where she howls out at the crowd. Pyro explodes from every corner in a brilliant green light as the lights turn back to normal. }
Alison Valance: Next down to the ring, standing at 5’2’’ weighing in at 101 pounds, Mai Everstone.
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Iyo Kenshin: Mai is the clear underdog here. I mean, even with winning every other match she’s been in she has not had the experience and the family training Che has.
Rayne: I’ve always said part of the problem with being trained by family is they bake in their own mistakes into your style.
Iyo Kenshin: You have literally never said that before.
{As soon as the bell rings Che hits NMai with a roundhouse kick. She picks the smaller girl up and hits her with a german suplex bridged into a pin
1
Mai lifts herself off her shoulders up with her hands.}
Iyo Kenshin: Jesus christ.
Rayne: That’s gonna need to be iced tomorrow.
{che gets slightly off balance but makes the choice to drop Mai then keep the hold. She gets up to her feet and grabs Mai as she is getting up to apply a rear naked choke, Mai struggles to get out of the grip.}
Iyo Kenshin: Che really trying to show she is more than a pretty face here.
Rayne: Apparently.
{ Mai takes breath and pulls with all her strength to unwrap Che’s legs from her torso and rolling back into a pin attempt
1
Che lets go and elbows Mai.}
Iyo Kenshin: Go break up there.
Rayne: You can say awareness.
{Mai scrambles back and hits Che with a spinning heel kick to the midsection. Mai then hits her with a couple ma thai knee strikes before being told to back off by the ref.}
Iyo Kenshin: Well, Mai is clearly upset.
Rayne: You don't say?
{As soon as Che is getting back to her feet Mai drops in with a Springboard Frankensteiner hitting che pretty hard in the head. Mai tries to go for the pin
1
Che kicks out and grabs Mai by the hair . Mai lets out pained noises. }
Iyo Kenshin: Ow, the hair.
Rayne: One of the drawbacks of having long hair in the ring.
{ Che picks Mai up and overhead throws her across the ring. She takes a moment and touches her lip to examine if there is any blood there. When Che turns BEATTLE JUICE!}
Iyo Kenshin: OUT OF NOWHERE!
Rayne: Oh my god!
{ Mai wastes no time, grabbing Che’s leg and leaning into the pin
1
2
3!!!}
Alison Valance: And you’re winner… Mai Everstone!
Iyo Kenshin: Oh wow!
Rayne: Don’t be a simp.
{Mai gets up off of Che and stands as he music plays. The crowd cheers loudly and she bounces with excitement. Clearly having trouble not smiling as we cut to commercial.}
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SEGMENT
A Shot at Greatness
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Iyo Kenshin: Welcome back from the commercial, you’re joining us live as something…maybe not so chill is happening.
Rayne: Stop trying to connect with the kids!
{ JC Keeton and Dean Harper are standing in the ring. Staff seems unsure what to do and Dean is bouncing slightly as JC seems to pace.}
Iyo Kenshin: With JC’s match being canceled earlier by management this could be about almost anything.
{Dean takes a mic from a staff member around the ring.}
Dean Harper: We had our first match a couple weeks ago and we gave our name. This week we tell you what we want.
{ JC retrieves a mic of his own.}
JC Keeton: And why the most unlikely of teams has come together. I guess they're kinda the same thing though. Right Dean?
Dean Harper: Basically the same thing, yeah. Predictable but so are most things.
JC Keeton: We want what Sanguis Immortalis have, and we don't mean just the tag team titles but that's where we're starting. Ya see a… not so wise man told me that I needed to find someone who had done worse than I have. If I never listen to another thing he says I'll be doing myself a favor but this time he got it right. In my search to find that bad person, that walking nightmare, a search that I'll admit stopped at one person… I found a multiple time World Champion and IWF Hall of Famer. I'm as surprised as all of you were when he walked through that curtain, it only took one phone call. I expected him not to show. I mean the end game is destroying his family. Now I realize that's what we both want.
Iyo Kenshin: What?
Dean Harper: Simplified version, yes. I've returned and I think it’s about time to make everything mine.
{” Bulls On Parade” by Rage Against The Machines comes on and The Striking Unit of Nick Danger and Ram walk out onto the entrance ramp in wrestling attire and come walking down the entrance ramp.}
Rayne: Why the hell The Striking Unit!
Iyo Kenshin: I think they are here to challenge for the tag team title as well.
{Nick Danger and Ram enter the ring starting daggers at JC Keeton and Dean Harper before asking for microphones as well.}
RAM: Well, well…you boys want a shot at the tag team champs?
{ Ram paused, his eyes gazed on both JC and Dean. }
RAM: Guess what, so do we. Oh, but I can hear it already…the jackoffs in the media are gonna cry that one of us is gonna try and politic our way into a title shot. And they’d be wrong – DEAD wrong – ‘cuz as far as Nick and I are concerned, that ain’t what the IWF Galaxy wants to see.
{ The crowd reacts loudly. }
RAM: I know what y’all are thinkin’, that I’m just some eighteen year old punk who’s been doin’ this for only six months, but ya know somethin’?! Trainin’ with former World champs and Hall of Famers has taught me that, in this biz, you EARN your shit around here. Just like y’all two, Nick and I wanna EARN this opportunity, and the only way to earn it…is by marchin’ into that ring and whuppin’ somebody’s ass!
Nick Danger: Ram is right, we earn title shot opportunities around here not just win one match together and think we deserve a tag team title opportunity. We have been a tag team for about five months now trying to earn our rights to face Sanguis Immortals. Like Ram said we EARN shit around here! Not winning one match makes you guys number contenders for the tag team titles.
{Nick turn towards the crowd then speaks}
Nick Danger: Does here anyone think that Fairy Tales and Nightmares deserve a shot at the tag team just because they won one match together?
{The crowd has a mixed reaction.}
Nick Danger: So until you guys start earning your right to fight for the tag team titles. I suggest you take what you guys want to the someone that gives a shit. You two came back from injury and think you deserve something over your past achievements. Don’t get me wrong you two worked your asses to the bone to win all the titles IWF holds. But Ram and I have been working as well to show we ain’t no rookies and we are looking to step up to the plate. So how about you and JC just take a few steps back and we have our chance to fight for the tag team titles.
{Slides from between the ropes to move towards Ram and Nick Danger.}
Dean Harper: From what I’ve seen you boys barely qualify as C list material. But you think you deserve a shot before us? Sounds like you boys just volunteered to be example number one. How about we have ourselves a little dance and whoever wins gets to move forward. Seem fair?
JC Keeton: Hard to consider them C list considering who trained them...
Nick Danger: That is cool with us Dean. But JC you will be put back on the shelf if you ever disrespect James like ever again.
{Security bursts from the back as if the can smell the blood in the air already separating the four men from each other.}
Iyo Kenshin: Well, there seems to be some tension coming up in tag team division.
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SEGMENT
Salads are bad for you.
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{Many of the IWF wrestlers and staff are coming and going, enjoying an amazing spread in catering when an unfamiliar face walks into the area. He is a latino man nearing forty dressed in a well tailored suit and flanked by two massive men in flak jackets. No one is paying him much attention until he walk up to Mr. Happy and sits down across from the masked man.}
?: Mr. Happy, my name is Juan Pablo Escobar, but most just call me 'El Jefe'. I have watched you work, and I think with the right help you could easily be a World Television Champion.
{The masked man looks up at 'El Jefe' for a moment, before going back to adding mustard to his sandwich.}
El Jefe: Well here, at least take my card. Give me a call if you're interested.
{Undeterred by Mr. Happy's lack of enthusiasm 'El Jefe looks around the room until he sees Warren Suffering sitting at a corner table eating a salad.}
El Jefe: Warren Suffering, just the man I've been looking for all day. My name is Juan Pablo Escobar, but most just call me 'El Jefe'. I have watched you work, and I think with the right help you could easily be a World Television Champion.
{Warren takes a bite of his salad and looks at 'El Jefe' and his goons.}
Warren Suffering: Bob Pooler is the best trainer in the world, and he's helped me get to where I am. Why would I want to work with anyone else?
{'El Jefe' nods to one of his security guards, and he grabs Warren by the collar of his shirt and pulls him across the table.}
El Jefe: Listen very closely to me Warren. I'm taking over this company, and you better be smart and choose the right side.
{The massive guard lifts Suffering up and slams him through the table. 'El Jefe' then pulls out a business card, and flips it onto the downed Warren Suffering.}
El Jefe: Those two are small fish in a big pond. Next week we'll find some real talent.
{'El Jefe' exits catering and walks out of the arena as IWF medical staff rush to the aid of Warren Suffering.}
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TAG MATCH
3000 RP Word Limit
The Striking Unit vs Hand of Fate (Miyamoto/Cocytus)
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Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
{ As the violin strings, the dozen of robed individuals enter as Cocytus, Miyamoto, and Alek finally come out as the beat drops, They walk down the ramp with Cocytus in front and Alek on his right with Miyamoto on his left. }
Alison Valance: Making their way to the ring, representing the Hand Of Fate… Miyamoto and Cocytus!
{ Cocytus holds up the book as Alek and Miyamoto step in. Cocytus enters the ring as Miyamoto and Alek hold the ropes for him. }
Alison Valance: And their opponents…
{ “Bulls On Parade” by Rage Against The Machine comes on with the lights turning red. Nick Danger and RAM come out onto the entrance ramp wearing red and grey wrestling attire and shirts that say “The Striking Unit”. They make their way down the ramp giving fans high fives. }
Alison Valance: Weighing in at a total combined weight of 453lbs! The Striking Unit!
{ They both walk up the steel steps having serious looks on their faces and entering the middle rope. Nick goes to the corner and takes off his shirt and throws it to the crowd, so does RAM. They both wait for the match to start. }
Iyo Kenshin: We are set for a very important match in the tag team division. Both of these teams could be jockeying for a shot at the champions, Rayne.
Rayne: Little Gilmore one and Little Gilmore two probably shouldn't have picked a fight with Fairytales and Nightmares earlier then. Doesn't matter though because I think Fate has a beating in store for them tonight.
{ Head IWF official, Blue Shoes, calls for the opening bell. Miyamoto and Danger start the action off. Miyamoto taps into his technical prowess in an effort to keep Danger grounded early. The technically sound Danger is able to wrestle with Miyamoto, however. The two men put on a wrestling clinic for the first four minutes of the contest. Miyamoto works Danger into a top wristlock before transitioning into a hammerlock on Nick. Danger counters with some back elbows, freeing himself. The Rising Ace follows up with a Pele Kick that catches Miyamoto good. }
{ Danger brings Miyamoto with him into the Striking Unit's corner. Nick makes a tag to R.A. Marshall. Both members of the Striking Unit work together on a double-team against Miyamoto, hitting him with "Fighting Season". Danger steps out and Marshall makes a cover on Miyamoto… }
One!
Tw-No!!
{ Miyamoto kicks out! RAM wastes no time, going back to work on Miyamoto with some impactful stomps and kicks; perhaps looking to silence some of the recent criticisms of his performances. He picks Miyamoto up and plants him with a scoop slam. RAM goes skyward in the corner. Miyamoto counters a frog splash attempt by RAM by bringing his knees up. }
Iyo Kenshin: Marshall came down hard on Miyamoto's knees!
Rayne: That drives every ounce of air right out of you. Your ribs hurt, and you're trying to suck in air. That's why they call it high risk. I thought he may have been sandbagging it a little while climbing the corner though.
{ Miyamoto makes a tag to Cocytus. Cocytus comes in and does further punishment to RAM's ribs with a belly-to-belly suplex. The large man clears Danger from the apron with a big boot! Cocytus goes back on the assault, pulverizing Marshall with an array of power moves to soften him up. Cocytus locks RAM in the 'Clutch of Fate', ratcheting down on RAM's lower back like a vise. Blue Shoes checks in with Marshall to see if he wants to quit, but RAM refuses. Danger stomps his foot in the corner, trying to rally RAM right alongside the capacity crowd. Struggling to breathe and in excruciating pain, RAM makes a desperate effort to free himself with a couple of bell claps to Cocytus' ears. Fortunately for RAM they have the desired effect. Cocytus has to relinquish his grip. Marshall unloads with a punch that floors Cocytus! Marshall collapses from the beating he's taken, too. With both men down, Blue Shoes has no choice but to start a ten count on them. }
{ At the count of four, Cocytus is up to a knee. He makes the mistake of not cutting RAM off from his partner, though. RAM is already crawling for the Striking Unit corner by the time Cocytus gets fully upright and makes the tag to Miyamoto. Marshall dives for an out-stretched arm from Danger though, and the two men that started it re-engage in combat! }
{ Danger catches Miyamoto with a sling blade coming across! He hoists Miyamoto up for a Cartwheel Death Valley Driver! Nick follows up with a leaping double foot stomp to Miyamoto's chest! The Rising Ace signals to the crowd he's readying for the Phoenix Blade! Cocytus drops Danger with a clothesline from the apron though. Miyamoto collects himself enough to deliver a German Suplex to Danger. Miyamoto pulls Nick off the canvas. He whips him into the ropes, and RAM makes a blind tag in. Looking for the killshot, Miyamoto takes Danger about out of his boots with the Gomu Gomu No Pistol! Just as Miyamoto gets up, RAM comes in and hits him with the "Red Ring of Death"! Cocytus tries to enter to break the hold, but Danger has enough left in his tank to trip the big man up by his ankles and latch on. Miyamoto is forced to tap out! Blue Shoes calls for the bell. }
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Iyo Kenshin: The Striking Unit prevails!
Rayne: I don't believe this, Iyo! How?! Little Gilmore one and two weren't supposed to win! There is no way that was in the Doctrine!
Iyo Kenshin: When you work hard enough you can make your own destiny, Rayne! That's exactly what the Striking Unit did tonight!
{ "Bulls on Parade" hits as the Striking Unit celebrate their win. }
Winners: The Striking Unit by submission.
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SEGMENT
Caleb Cannin Championship Celebration
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{ The cameras cut to the parking lot of the P&J Live Comple. A limousine rolls in, stopping in the middle of the parking lot. The chauffeur exits and walks to the back of the limo, opening the door. Out steps the newly crowned IWF World Television Champion, Caleb Cannin. He is adorned in an exquisite white suit with a red tie. However, his championship is nowhere to be seen. He slowly walks across the parking lot, a giant smirk on his face the entire way. }
Iyo Kenshin: There’s our new Television Champion, Caleb Cannin, making quite a grand entrance!
Rayne: You have to love the showmanship from the kid! Metamorphosis was certainly a big night for him, but now we get to see the official Championship Celebration!
Iyo Kenshin: I just hope he doesn’t get a microphone…
{ A crew changes out the usual ring mat for a red carpet over the ring. The entrance ramp also gets covered with red carpet as a marching band lines up on either side. A podium adorned with a velvet cover is placed in the center of the ring as the crowd in Aberdeen waits with growing tension. Their silence quickly turns to raucous booing as the band plays the opening riff of “Epic”. Caleb Cannin confidently walks down the entrance ramp. He halts momentarily to soak in all the jeering, his smile growing wider and wider. Walking up the steps and onto the apron, he wipes off his dress shoes before stepping inside the ring. He motions for a microphone before a member of the ring crew hands one to him. The music fades out as The Future stands tall in the center of the ring. It’s safe to say that nobody in the crowd is quiet as they all boo the newly crowned champion. }
“Now, let’s-”
{ The crowd only boos louder as Cannin attempts to speak. They eventually break out into a “FUCK YOU, CANNIN” chant as the champion can only smirk. He raises the mic to his lips again, only to be denied by the sheer volume of the fans in attendance. }
“That’s it, TURN MY MICROPHONE UP! TURN IT UP!”
{ He taps the microphone as the hostile crowd only gets more restless and vengeful. The champ paces around the ring, his eyes staring daggers at the people. }
“Just so you douchebags know, the louder you boo, the longer I’m staying in this ring! So I suggest you shut your haggis-filled mouths up now before the show time runs out.”
{ An even stronger wave of boos is cast in response. }
“As I was trying to say… I hate to say that I told you so, but I told you so. Tonight is the night that we mark the beginning of a new era. Tonight is when we can all relish in the fact that this company is going to be head and shoulders above any other. Tonight… we celebrate The Future.”
{ He grins as he walks towards the podium. }
“On one fateful night in Japan, I won a prize that has been in my sights since I stepped foot into this company. At Metamorphosis, I overcame the odds and I did exactly what I said I would do. Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the NEW IWF World Television Champion!”
{ Pulling away the cover, the World Television Championship rests on the podium. Cannin grabs the title and holds it over his shoulder. }
“God, it feels good to be the champ! And just so I make this clear because I know you wrestling fans aren’t the sharpest knife in the drawer… I am going to hold this championship for as long as I need. Ten defenses, right? That’s what Robbie V. and the suits in the back say! Ten defenses and I get a shot at the IWF World Championship. I don’t care how long it will take, because I am going to make ten, twenty, hell, I’d make a hundred defenses if I had to! The point is that I have the ticket to greatness. It rests on my shoulder and I will be caught dead before I ever have to give this up to one of those douchebags in the locker room!”
{ He faces the entrance ramp, looking straight ahead. }
“And that’s the memo for anybody who thinks they can step to the champ! You aren’t taking this bitch off me, not until I get what I deserve! This championship is going to be what elevates me to the next level. This isn’t just a championship, it’s a big golden target on my shoulder! Do you think you can take this from me? If you think that, then you’re only a few IQ points ahead of this entire crowd combined! But-”
{ The crowd responds to the hate in kind. }
“But… as the champ, I have a lot of responsibility. I can’t just go around and hand out title shots like Shelly Diamond hands out hepatitis! This title is going to be defended on my terms. That means you’re going to have to earn your title shot! As the Television Champion, I can show up to TV every week, no problem. But you must be drinking too much of the water here in Scotland if you think I’m going to be wrestling every week! Look at the guys who did that! Look at Nick Knight, he’s held together by tape and whatever leftover drugs he’s got in his body! All those guys who wrestled day in and day out, they can’t keep up anymore! That’s how you get somebody like…”
{ He pauses and hangs his head down, leaving the crowd hanging on whatever he’s about to say. }
“...James Gilmore.”
{ A sick smile crawls onto the face of the TV champion. }
“Jimbo, I know you’re sitting at home right now. You’ve probably been recovering, contemplating retirement, hell, maybe even writing your will! And I bet you this title belt that you still look down on me like every other veteran in this business, because I’m some sort of coward. You want to know what real cowardice is, James? Real cowardice is putting your own life at risk because you can’t handle not being in the spotlight! REAL COWARDICE-”
{ The Aberdeen faithful absolutely let Cannin have it. A deafening chorus of boos washes over the arena as Cannin paces back and forth. His eyes light up with intensity as he looks around at the ever-growing hostility from the crowd. With no other choice, Cannin begins to yell into the mic to try and keep up with the volume, though the emotion certainly seems to fuel it as well. }
“I’M NOT THE COWARD, YOU ARE! AND GUESS WHAT, YOU OLD FUCK, I WILL GLADLY WATCH YOUR GERIATRIC ASS COME DOWN TO THE RING AND TRY TO TAKE THIS TITLE! IF YOU EVER PUT A FOOT IN THIS RING WHEN I’M IN IT, NEXT TIME YOU WON’T NEED AN AMBULANCE, YOU’LL NEED A FUCKING HEARSE!”
{ Even with the yelling, Cannin just barely manages to match the volume of the thousands in attendance. He leans over the ropes and commands a ring crew member to turn his microphone up again. }
“With all that said, I am looking forward to becoming the greatest of all time. I can only pray to God, and I mean the one that doesn’t look like a crackhead Marilyn Manson, that you all will finally come to your senses and recognize that you are witnessing history in the making! Those idiots in the back won’t say it, but they know that I am the crown jewel of this company and NOBODY CAN STOP ME!”
{ Returning to the center of the ring, he adjusts his suit and dusts it off. He holds the Television Championship high in the air as he puts the microphone back to his lips. }
“This is a message to anybody and everybody that wants a shot. You have two options. Option one, you can do the logical thing and stay out of my way. Option two… you can earn your title shot and be cemented in history as one out of ten defenses that led Caleb Cannin, the greatest of all time, to his World Championship triumph. I hope you enjoy the view, because this title is sticking with me for a long, long time. For those suits in the back, for Roberto Verona, I hope that you can somehow find a challenger worthy of the first shot at my championship. If you can’t, I wouldn’t blame you. Now, we’re in the Caleb Cannin era. The era of greatness. The era… of the FUTURE…”
{ One cannot describe the deafening roar of boos that reverberate in the arena. All Cannin can do is grin at the response. }
“THE FUUUUUTURE…”
{ The crowd shows no signs of slowing down as Cannin takes a victory lap in the ring. }
“THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTUUUUUUURRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE… CALEB CANNIN! HIT MY MUSIC!”
{ “Epic” begins to play again as the Television Champion scales the turnbuckles, holding his title above his head. Stage pyro goes off and confetti rains down on the ring. The pyro lasts for a good while as Cannin relishes in his self-aggrandizing glory. Once all the confetti has fallen and the pyro has subsisted, Cannin rolls out of the ring, stopping to taunt some front row fans with his championship. As he reaches the top of the stage, he turns back to the crowd and holds up his title one more time, just to leave everyone with that last image. }
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SINGLES MATCH
1500 RP Word Limit
Dean Harper vs Alec Bronson
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Iyo Kenshin: Considering the confrontation earlier in the night you can’t help but wondering if this is going to be a blood bath.
Rayne: I think we all know it will be.
{As the violin strings, the dozen of robed individuals enter as Cocytus, Miyamoto, and Alek finally come out as the beat drops, They walk down the ramp with Cocytus in front and Alek on his right with Miyamoto on his left. Cocytus holds up the book as Alek gets in the ring as Miyamoto and Cocytus stand by their side.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring, standing at 6’9’’ weighing in at 265 pounds, the right hand of fate, Alek Bronson!
Iyo Kenshin: I hope Alek has been preparing for this match.
Rayne: I’m sure he knows what he’s getting in the ring with.
{The crowd grow silent as the lights go out, chanting in Bulgarian chanting can be heard as the beginning of Parasite eve as the chanting gets louder the stage area starts to fill with smoke. Suddenly, and abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.}
“I've got a fever, don't breathe on me
I'm a believer in nobody
Won't let me leave 'cause I've seen something”
{Pyro explodes either side of the rampway as Dean Harper appears through the red tinted smoke. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd before walking down to the ring slowly. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, he spreads his arms wide as he soaks in the red flashing lights before lifting his head sharply, kicking back the hood to show his face, nodding in rhythm to the music as he slowly breaks into a wicked grin. After a few moments he turns and settles into his corner, tossing his hood and jacket to ringside.}
Alison Valance: Next down to the ring, standing at 6’2 and weighing in at 185 pounds, Dean Harper.
Iyo Kenshin: Do yu think his husband knows he’s here?
Rayne: Oh, I assume there’s a reason none of the expanded Blake family hasn’t been with him at ring side beyond what was said earlier…
{Dean paces back and forth in the ring waiting for the bell to the ring. Alek glares down at Dean waiting patiently for the bell to ring. The Ref looks a little like he’s not paid enough to keep these two men away from eachother.}
Iyo Kenshin: On paper, Alek has the advantage here, right? The height and the weight alone-
Rayne: Yeah, and those kind of calls are why you are second chair, Kenshin.
{As soon as the bell rings Alek goes for a move rushing past the ef who leaps too quickly out of the way to notice dean shadow him before mule kicking Alek in the balls, causing Alek to hit the mat.}
Iyo Kenshin: Did you see that?!
Rayne: The ref certainly didn’t.
{Dean starts unloading on him with strikes while Alec is down. The ref pulls Dean back, who only gets pulled back to his feet before kicking the taller man. The ref yells but Dean doesn’t seem to care, taking a step on Alek’s throat before the ref pulls him as Dean laughs, “I TOLD YOU”}
Iyo Kenshin: Is…is the crowd enjoying this? They souldn’t be enjoying this.
Rayne: Ethically? No. But you’ve seen tiktok.
{The ref counts down from Ten before calling for the bell and security escorting Dean out of the ring as he keeps laughing.}
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SEGMENT
Bloody Words
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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. 'Disorder' blares over the speakers. Holding hands, Stephen Terrella and Portia walk out from behind the curtain. They take a few steps before stopping to stand side-by-side on the stage, releasing hands at this point. Portia places her left hand on his right shoulder, and runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen until her fingers find their way into the front plate of the Invictus Championship wrapped around his waist. They share a quick kiss before both of them glance back at the curtain, which brings the 'Black Widow' crawling out. }
Iyo Kenshin: The arrival of this trio cannot be a good thing, Rayne.
Rayne: What's wrong with stirring up a little trouble? If you're going to make an omelette, you have to break a few good eggs. They aren't afraid to do that, and I respect it.
{ Terrella begins a slow walk toward the ring, arm-in-arm with Portia- and flanked by the Widow- to a chorus of boos. The trio reach the bottom of the ramp, and the Widow slides underneath the bottom rope with a sadistic grin. Portia berates Alison Valance on the floor, demanding she brings her a microphone. Alison acquiesces. Portia shews Alison away, and then Terrella helps his fiancèe up the stairs and into the ring. }
{ The jeers are deafening. Portia clasps the microphone in both hands with a smile. }
Portia: Wow.
{ She lowers the mic to her side, laughing at the crowd's reaction. Terrella unfastens the title from around his waist and raises it in the air with one arm, completely unphased by the crowd's negative reaction. }
Portia: They sound mad, don't they?
{ Portia looks at Terrella, who is adjusting the title onto his shoulder with a smirk. She refocuses on the camera while the crowd continues to boo. }
Portia: I don't understand why, though. My man didn't disqualify himself at Metamorphosis. That was the referee's decision. If the monster is so unkillable, all the official had to do was look the other way. Deep down though -just like all of you- Blue Shoes knew even monsters have limits to how much pain they can take before they break. So he made a decision to protect Wraith from himself -to protect Wraith from what my man was going to do to him- and rather you people like it or not, a referee's decision is final.
{ Portia flashes a smile. }
Portia: So Wraith won the battle, at least in the record books. But my man kept his title, and he showed the world who the real monster in this company really is when he drove Wraith through a pair of steel chairs.
{ Portia holds up her finger. }
Portia: But there won't be a war. No-no. Wraith can take his victory and he can walk to the back of the line, behind JC Keeton. Stephen fulfilled his contractual obligation to defend his title, and unlike the rest of the losers in this company that are just dying to prove something to you people, he has no reason to defend it again for the next month. So we're going to sit back, relax and wait for a new challenger to emerge. And whoever that person is, Stephen will see them at High Stakes.
{ Portia hands the microphone to the Widow, allowing her to take center stage. Terrella stands next to Portia in the background, the two of them gluing themselves to each other. }
The Black Widow: Tara, I let you keep those beautiful blues you have to help you rediscover what's inside you. I could've taken one from you, too. I had the chance.
{ The Widow aggressively taps at her own head. }
The Black Widow: But I don't think you appreciate the gift I'm trying to give you. Just like the rest of this world, I don't think you appreciate me, little bird.
{ She stares up at a vacant entryway, a bitter look in her eyes. }
The Black Widow: I thought for a split second you might. You hopped on your Twitter, and you told the world I would pay with my blood. You left me disappointed though, Tara. You didn't come to break down my front door. You didn't even have the decency to try to hit me with a car. No, two days later you followed up on your vow by announcing to all of your followers it was wine night and posting a meme.
{ The crowd begins to chant for Tara. }
The Black Widow: You're still pretending, little bird. You're pretending to be this good sister, mother, girlfriend… person. You want to hide who you are. You know what's inside of you though. You know. You're no different than me in that you like to inflict suffering on others. But I want the world to hate you for it the same way they hate me. So let it out. Let it out to play with me… because I'm more than willing to bleed for it if that's what it takes.
{ "The Eagle Flies Alone" by Arch Enemy interrupts the trio inside of the ring, and the crowd cheers loud when Tara emerges from behind the curtains with a microphone in her hand. At her side is Wraith, tilting his head back and forth; they continue snarling while eyeing the Stephen Terrella, and the Invictus Championship. }
Tara Fenix: Is that what you want, little spider? Are you wanting to drag the ugly side out of me... the side that--
{ Tara gestures out to the crowd. }
Tara Fenix: This audience has known for a long, looooong time, and known that I STOPPED LEGENDS! I ENDED LEGENDS! And you somehow think that you are capable of giving me a fight that they, themselves, were unable to? That you somehow think you are going to be the one that breaks me?
{ Tara clears her throat. }
Tara Fenix: It is such a silly thing to me that everyone is out for blood against the likes of me, and the likes of Angel, and then we have people like Stephen Terrella trying to end my son before he has a chance to truly take control over this industry... But let me go ahead and tell you: BETTER PEOPLE HAVE TRIED.
{ A loud cheer from the audience, mixed in with the chant that gains Wraith's attention and admiration: "You can't kill him!" they chant. The sound is deafening, and so Tara remains silent for several seconds before raising her microphone and with the respect the audience has for the legend, they do lower their cheers. }
Tara Fenix: But what you have done cannot go unanswered. What you have done, you will pay for it... And you will pay for it in blood. So if you are so willing to bleed...
{ Tara's tone becomes suggestive to The Black Widow, but Tara's own voice trails off and she lowers her own microphone. }
The Black Widow: Pay?
{ The Widow traces her lips with her tongue before those same lips curl into a smile. She takes a few steps toward the corner and begins to casually unlace the turnbuckle pad as she speaks. }
The Black Widow: Tell me something, little bird- do you believe I don't know what happens next? How this ends? I'm not blind. I'm not naive. Everything I've done -everything I am going to do- will come at a price. I will suffer. I may bleed. But…
{ The Widow loosens the last thread of the pad and holds it up for the crowd -and most importantly to the Widow, Tara- to see. She drops the pad on the canvas and takes the ropes in her hands so that she can begin to smash her own forehead into the exposed steel. Even Portia and Terrella, perhaps caught a bit off guard, seem taken aback by the display. }
Iyo Kenshin: This Black Widow is punishing herself with a masochistic delight!
Rayne: That's steel, Iyo! She's ramming her own face into a steel turnbuckle!
{ Ten blows in rapid succession send a stream of blood cascading down the Widow's face. She staggers out of the corner, dazed. She can't contain her laughter though. }
The Black Widow: Is this what you think I fear, little bird? This? Do you think I fear the pain or the scars?
{ She wipes some blood from her head, suggestively licking it off her hand. }
The Black Widow: Let me tell you about fear. Fear is pushing, and pushing, and pushing, and pushing yourself to try to be perfect at the one thing that destroyed your childhood… so maybe, just maybe Daddy starts to love you! You live with this constant voice in your head telling you not to slip, though.
{ She points at her chest. }
The Black Widow: Fear is growing up not understanding the feelings inside yourself. The things we're not supposed to speak of. They say we're all supposed to have two voices, and we're supposed to listen to the good one. What do you do though when the only voice you hear isn't so good?
{ The Widow moves as close as she can to the side of the ring near the stage that Tara and Wraith still stand atop. }
The Black Widow: Tara, fear for you should be knowing that the child who is not embraced by the village will burn that village to the ground just to feel its warmth.
{ The Widow casts a glance at Wraith. }
The Black Widow: But you know that, don't you?
{ Brandy refocuses her attention on Tara. }
The Black Widow: I know fear, Tara. I know pain. I don't fear pain. I don't fear the fate that has befallen the legends before me. I don't fear the monster inside you. I crave an introduction to it.
{ Tara snickers and takes a step away from the ring where the Black Widow stands; she scratches the bridge of her nose, giving an uneasy look for the briefest of seconds, but doesn't make eye contact with her for the time being. }
Tara Fenix: An introduction to the monster...
{ Those piercing blue eyes go upward and now look at her former opponent, and now prey, and her lips curl into a grin. }
Tara Fenix: Monsters seem to attract... Monsters seem to run in the family, right? I mean, Angel: was perceived as a monster. Wraith; perceived as a monster. People always ask about the rest of the children, if they are going to be just as monstrous as their parents; Jennie has her own twisted side. And I... can be... just as monstrous...
{ Tara walks over to Wraith, and the two of them exchange something hidden between their hands. Tara holds the object in her hands for several seconds before unveiling it to the crowd who let out a gasp in unison. Portia steps in tighter to Stephen, who turns so he is shielding her from whatever comes next; but The Black Widow seems unphased at the unraveling of a dagger in Tara's hands. }
Rayne: She's a lunatic! Get out of here, Widow!
Iyo Kenshin: I don't think she would use the weapon against her! Tara is not that type of person!
{ Tara licks her lips before taking the dagger and tracing it across the palm of her hand. Blood begins seeping from the open cut, and she holds her hand up to let her own blood drip to the metal grating below. }
Tara Fenix: My blood is the foundation of that entire ring! People do not go out of their way to get into the ring with me because they KNOW what I am capable of doing to them inside of it... Because I CONTROL that ring. It is mine. It is my throne. It is my domain!
{ Tara smears her own blood across her face as if it were warpaint. }
Tara Fenix: I... rule... and you, Black Widow; you kneel. If you are so desperate to find out what everyone else already knows, then we can do what we have to. We will see who can make the other bleed first. Who is going to stain the ring with the other's blood. Do you accept?
{ Cvetkova drops to her knees in order to begin a slow crawl backwards, as if she was retreating. After a few feet she stops, nodding her head yes. }
The Black Widow: I do, little bird. High Stakes, you and I, first blood. We'll see who is in control then when I shake your foundation to its core.
{ The Black Widow's music hits as she stares at Tara from behind a crimson mask, and Tara stares right back as the blood continues to drip from her hand. Terrella and Portia stand just behind the Widow, looking up at Wraith, who is also staring back with a tilted head. }
Rayne: These women are a bloody mess tonight, Iyo, and they did it to themselves! At High Stakes, we know for a fact that one of them is going to bleed again or they'll fight forever!
Iyo Kenshin: The animosity between Tara Fenix and this Black Widow is rising to a crescendo! I'm being told we need to go to our cameras in the back though for a special announcement from Jess Fowler.
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SEGMENT
You asked for it, you got it
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{Camera comes on to Jess Fowler sitting behind their desk.}
Jess Fowler: John Blade and his daughter Beretta have submitted a number of requests to face the current tag team champions. With the numerous requests many teams have submitted to face the champions it is not very possible. But management has decided to off this.
{They snap their fingers, a list of every tag team in the company is displayed.}
Jess Fowler: At the moment we are offering Nightmares and Fairytales the chance to fight with Striking unit to see if they can be moved up to being considered contenders. For the Blade family, we will give them a bit of a test.
{They gesture to the list.}
Jess Fowler: If John Blade can beat Angel blake in a match thy can move on to fight for the tag team title. If he can't then we will move on to giving him other tag team matches and work themselves up the ladder, like everyone else.
{Fowler smiles.}
Jess Fowler: As to the other complaint about not liking how Ms Fenix doesn't enjoy the fact she is not booked every week defending her title we can have a meeting about that.
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WOMEN'S WORLD TITLE CHAMPIONSHIP ELIMINATOR MATCH
(If Carolina or Shelly win they become #1 Contender, if Jennie wins she can choose her opponent.)
3000 RP Word Limit
Shelly Diamond vs Caroline Machado vs Jennie Fenix
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Alison Valance: The following contest is a triple threat match!
{ The lights in the arena dim to a dull grey as smoke emits from the ramp way. Envy by Ice Nine Kills hits the pa as the lights in the arena turn bright white. As the song really kicks in the lights die down to a normal level to reveal Shelly Diamond standing on the ramp. }
Say what you want, the jealousy's absolute!
You've already got the claws diggin' into you!
You're hopelessly green, like the sickness you feed!
The greed never leaves, it just lies and deceives!
Believe me! This envy, it's gonna be the end!
{ Shelly holds her fists up over her head as pyro erupts behind her. Once the light show dies down she begins to strut her way toward the ring to the beat of the music. Shelly walks up the steps, climbing up the outside of the ropes before throwing her fists up over her head again as the lights in the arena turn up to a blinding level. When the lights return to normal she is now standing in the center of the ring, ready and waiting. }
Iyo Kenshin: We see a very focused, and very ready, Shelly Diamond here tonight. Everyone knows about her historic title reign. As she prepares to face two other topnotch competitors in the women's division -the now champion, and former champion- the question remains will Shelly do this by herself?
Rayne: Of course she will! She's a woman of her word. People just don't always like those words. Be smarter though, Iyo. You can't rely on your looks to get by in this life.
{ The voice of Sir Patrick Stewart echoes throughout the arena before Dua Lipa's "Levitating" begins to blare. A blast a pyro goes off as Caroline Machado heads out to the stage, dancing to the beat of the tune while sporting a brief, but warmhearted grin on her face. }
"(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got you, moonlight, you're my starlight
I need you, all night
Come on, dance with me
(I'm levitating)
You, moonlight, you're my starlight
I need you, all night
Come on, dance with me
(I'm levitating)"
{ The Brazilian shimmies and twirls down the ramp, often stopping to give some lucky fans a hug or two. Her motion is fluid as she makes her way down to the ring, again dancing to the beats. }
"You can fly away with me tonight
You can fly away with me tonight
Baby, let me take you for a ride
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I'm levitating)
You can fly away with me tonight
You can fly away with me tonight
Baby, let me take you for a ride
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)..."
{ The lights fade out to a rotating green and yellow hue, with Caroline continuing to dance and pose for the cheering crowd. Eventually, the lights come back on as she gets into her MMA fighting position and waits for the match to start. }
Rayne: I won't take anything away from Caroline's wrestling ability. You don't win a championship by accident here. I just can't stand her, though. No one is always that happy! And what's with all the hugging?! Doesn't she realize where some of these people have been?!
Iyo Kenshin: Caroline is a role model, Rayne. She represents this company with dignity and pride. She has proven you can be a good person and also be successful in this industry, and that may be part of the reason she's gained the following she has.
Rayne: You've clearly never used the internet. After the show I'll show you an entire website devoted to her belly button, and then I want you to tell me with a straight face that that shimmy has nothing to do with her popularity.
{ A scratched record is heard throughout the PA, and the lights all go out… }
Oh, she's sweet but a psycho
A little bit psycho
At night, she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
Oh, she's hot but a psycho
So left but she's right, though
At night, she's screamin'
"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind"
{ The roof practically goes off the building! }
Rayne: What the hell?
Iyo Kenshin: A lot of people have gone head over heels for Jennie, and she has been doing a lot to prove herself, especially in the IWF!
{ The crowd follows the spotlight with their eyes, but soon, the light shines over the ring; Shelly and Caroline glance around the ring before finally looking up… Shelly mouths the words, “what the fuck” while Caroline claps her hands over the surprising entrance. Overhead, a swing is lowering down from the rafters; Jennie is lip syncing with the song, while wearing the two titles she has… a set of tag team titles alongside Tara, as well as, of course, the IWF Women’s World Championship. }
Rayne: Who signed off on this?!
Iyo Kenshin: She seems more like the type of person that would rather ask forgiveness for doing something rather than permission beforehand.
{ Jennie swings lightly back and forth, causing some concern on the outside for her safety, but as the swing gets closer to the ring the concern wanes; Shelly and Caroline both take a step back to their own respective corners, and the referee steps forward to assist Jennie with taking off a few of the safety straps that I guess she was forced to agree to wear to enter the ring in such a fashion. Jennie raises a finger into the air as if to ask the crowd to give her just a moment. }
Jennie Fenix: Hold on! I’m stuck!
{ She says loudly, the audio is just able to pick it up. It takes a couple more seconds before they finally free her from the swing, and then Jennie takes her two titles and marches to the nearest unoccupied corner and raises both titles into the air, as she receives a pandemonium from the audience in exchange! She puts the titles over her shoulder and then glances over at Caroline Machado, and then finally over at Shelly Diamond. She scrunches her face and then jumps down, doing a one-eighty, but slumps back into the corner so she’s seated on the second turnbuckle. The swing goes back up, and one of the crew members on the outside insists on taking her titles for her while she awaits the sound of the bell. }
Iyo Kenshin: That was quite an entrance by our Women's Champion!
Rayne: She got stuck, Iyo. She literally got stuck. I saw the look in your eyes when she was coming down though. If you ever even think of descending on this commentary table like that I will throat punch you so damn hard…
{ The official for this contest, Jessica Andrews, calls for the opening bell. }
Ding!
{ The three women try to feel each other out in the early going, perhaps trying to see if any temporary alliances will be formed as they look for an opening to make the first move. Jennie shows herself to be the aggressor, going right at Shelly Diamond. She unleashes with some kicks and punches, driving Shelly back into a corner. Jennie unloads with some knife-edge chops on Diamond, but her inexperience and laser focus bites her when Caroline quickly rolls Jennie up from behind in a pinning predicament… }
One!
T-No!!
{ Fenix kicks out! Caroline walks into a thrust kick from Shelly off the kickout by Jennie. Diamond takes the fight to Jennie now, spamming the champion with some stiff European uppercuts under her chin. Machado re-enters the fray, taking Shelly down with a judo style throw. Not to be left out, Jennie gets taken down by a judo throw as well. Caroline dishes out a scoop slam for Shelly, followed by one for Jennie. Caroline continues to utilize various suplexes and throws, spaced out just right, to keep control of the match up. She hits Shelly with the six pack spike, popping the crowd! Diamond has enough ring awareness to let the momentum of the move help carry her to the outside though. }
Iyo Kenshin: Caroline Machado with a big-time move there! She caught a really tough break though.
Rayne: If she was smart she'd go to the outside, grab a steel chair, and crack some heads while she's got the opportunity. That poor, tired, fluffy rainbow colored hamster walking the wheel in that brain of hers is probably just whistling the Star Trek theme though.
{ Caroline helps Jennie Fenix the rest of the way up before throwing a few strikes her way. Jennie prevents the last strike from landing though. She fires a palm strike in on Machado, followed by a Northern Lights Suplex. The crowd is undeniably split between the two fan favorites. It becomes Jennie's turn to pull Caroline off the canvas now, and she does so with the Glasgow Smile. Fenix hits a jumping DDT on Machado. Then much of the crowd fires up and counts along as Fenix doles out some arm trapped head stomps on Caroline. With Caroline softened up, Jennie goes to the top rope. Shelly Diamond makes a timely recovery however, and a shove to Jennie sends her flying off the top rope and all the way to the floor! }
{ Shelly goes on the attack on Caroline with an "F the 80's". Looking to inflict more damage on Caroline's neck, Diamond deals out a dumping German Suplex! Not done yet, Diamond yanks Caroline Machado off the canvas and spikes her head into the canvas with "The Neck Brace", and Shelly follows up with a cover… }
One!
Two!!
Th-No!!!
{ Jennie Fenix grabs Diamond by an ankle and pulls her to the outside to break up the pin. Diamond is to her feet relatively quickly after the splat. Jennie and Shelly trade shots on the floor, neither woman giving an inch. Shelly bounces Jennie's head off the apron. Jennie unbelievably answers with a headbutt! Fenix tries to whip Diamond into the stairs, but Shelly reverses it and Jennie's knees catch the steel stairs on the way over. Diamond heads back inside the ring, dishing out a kick to Caroline as she was trying to make it to her feet. Shelly performs a Tiger Driver 98! on Machado and makes a cover… }
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{ Jennie had just got to the apron with her banged up knees to try and break up the pin when she sees Jessica Andrews calling for the bell. }
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
{ "Envy" hits as Shelly Diamond gets to her feet for the referee to raise her hand. }
Rayne: I told you, Iyo! I told you! Don't call it a comeback because Shelly Diamond never left! She has earned a shot at Jennie Fenix with this win! And Jennie, enjoy that belt while you have it because you won't have it much longer!
Iyo Kenshin: Shelly Diamond deserves all the credit in the world for winning fairly tonight. But beating the champion one-on-one for her title may prove twice as hard as the battle Shelly just won tonight. We're out of time though! Until the next time we see you, goodnight and so long!
Winner: Shelly Diamond by pinfall
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Well howdy there pardner.