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Post by Jess Fowler on Feb 25, 2023 18:10:09 GMT
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SEGMENT
The Most Bizarre Opening in IWF History
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{ Heart of a Champion by Hollywood Undead plays as we are brought the opening intro to IWF Odyssey! We see a shot of the IWF Men's World Champion and half of the IWF World Tag Team Champions, Angel Blake, then see clips of the other half, Wraith. Then we see more clips of Virginia Dean Harper, JC Keeton, RAM and Nick Danger followed by clips of CHE, Sorcha Wynn, and Hand of Fate. The camera pans around the jam packed arena and the screaming fans before we get a shot of the commentary booth and Iyo Kenshin! }
Iyo Kenshin: Welcome to Odyssey! We've got a huge show for you tonight! It all starts now with the debut of…
{ Iyo is cut off by the unfamiliar sounds of “Yummy” by Justin Beiber which draws boos from the crowd before they even know who’s coming out. The bright yellow banana known mononymously as Nanners steps through the curtains in a Fargo strut the boos get mixed with some cheers and loud laughter. Nanners starts walking towards the ring but stops as the boos appear to be getting to him. He begins to argue with a fan sitting along the railing. }
Nanners: You got a problem with bananas?
Fan #1: What?
{ Nanners begins yelling for someone to bring him a microphone and a production assistant scurries out and hands the big banana a live mic. Nanners walks closer to the fan. }
Nanners: Can you hear me now?
{ Nanners holds the mic so the fan can respond. }
Fan #1: Yes.
Nanners: Good, I saw that you were booing when I came out. I just want to know what your problem is with bananas?
Fan #1: Oh I have no problem with bananas, it’s your choice of music. What kinda wrestler comes out to Justin Beiber? Even a wrestling banana should have better taste than that.
Nanners: It’s called Yummy, don’t you think bananas are yummy?
Fan #1: Well yeah.
Nanners: Those are my babies you sicko!
{ Nanners snarls at the fan and turns his back to the fan. He looks out at the crowd. }
Nanners: Who else has a problem with bananas? Let’s hear it…
{ Many fans boo but one in particular a few rows back begins yelling “Fuck Bananas!” as loud as he can getting the attention of the Mad Banana himself. Nanners climbs over the guardrail and weaves his way through the first few rows of the crowd before he’s standing next to the overweight, balding man who’s shirt is way too small. }
Nanners: What did you say?
{ Nanners holds the mic down and just as the fan is about to respond he jerks it back. }
Nanners: You don’t deserve to speak! It’s clear you have a problem with bananas but not Twinkies or KFC you tub of shit.
{ Nanners starts walking away from the irate fan who is just screaming profanities to the point security comes and drags him away kicking while Nanners makes his way back out of the crowd. He starts down the ramp and stops at ringside.}
Nanners: You know, I expected more from a country as cultured as England, but I shouldn’t have. You’re just like Americans, nothing but a bunch of racist, bigots trying to hold the yellow man down. None of you are worthy of being this close to the greatest banana in the world today but I’ll give you another chance when my hand gets raised after I beat Alex Bronson. I expect a hero’s welcome the next time Yummy hits these speakers!
{ Nanners climbs into the ring to a solid chorus of boos now.}
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SINGLES MATCH
1500 Word RP Limit
Alek Bronson vs Nanners
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Iyo Kenshin: That was the strangest thing I've ever seen in my life.
Rayne: I can't believe I'm about to call a match involving a giant Banana.
Alison Valance: The following contest is set for one fall, introducing first, already in the ring, originally from a banana tree in Ecuador, now residing in Las Vegas… Nanners!
{ The crowd continues to boo as Nanners stands in the center of the ring gyrating his hips. }
Alison Valance: And his opponent from Houston, Texas… Alek Bronson!
{ 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. }
Iyo Kenshin: I get a cold chill everytime Hand of Fate come out.
Rayne: It's the life being sucked out of the arena.
{ The bell sounds and Bronson takes the center of the ring try to get Nanners to engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Nanners goes in then pulls back right before making contact. This takes place a few more times before Bronson becomes visibly frustrated. The referee admonishes Nanners who agrees to lock up. He goes in but instead of tying up he pokes Bronson in the eye and rolls out to the floor.}
Iyo Kenshin: That dirty banana.
Rayne: What kind of depths have we sunk to.
{ Alek rolls out to the floor and starts chasing Nanners who appears to get winded quickly allowing Bronson to change directions and level him with a big boot. Bronson picks Nanners up and tosses him back into the ring. As Alek goes to get back in the ring Nanners kicks the middle rope causing it to crotch Alek. Nanners steps back and hits a big boot of his own sending Bronson to the floor but Alek lands on his feet. Nanners dives over the top rope getting his feet hung up on the way over and Bronson Super Kicks him off the apron. }
Iyo Kenshin: Alek Bronson looks really good tonight.
Rayne: He's facing a banana, anyone would look good against that.
{ Bronson motions for Nanners to stand and slowly but surely does. Once he's to his feet he cuts him in half with a spear before kipping back to his feet to a nice pop.}
Iyo Kenshin: He just peeled the banana with that Glaive!
Rayne: That's so corny.
{ Once again Bronson rolls Nanners back into the ring, this time not waiting for him to stand after following him in. He pulls the Mad Banana to his feet, lifts him across his shoulders and brings him crashing down with Face Fate. }
Iyo Kenshin: This is over!
{ Alek covers very nonchalantly and the referee counts 1… 2… 3! }
Iyo Kenshin: There was no chance of Nanners kicking out. Alek Bronson wins this one easily.
Alison Valance: The winner of this match… Alek Bronson!
{ The ref raises Bronson's hand before the camera pans to the fan Nanners berated before the match and he's pointing at the ring laughing before Odyssey heads to a break. }
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SINGLES MATCH
1500 Word RP Limit
Sorcha Wynne vs Beretta Blade
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Iyo Kenshin: Beretta Blade and Sorcha Wynne. This match could be over quickly or be very drown out. Hard to know for certain.
Rayne: I think it's a safe bet which way it will go.
{"Powerslam" plays and Beretta storms out to a calling of jeers. She knocks away some of the fans signs and drinks and food as she stomps to the ring with purposeful strides. Once inside the ring she does a finger pistol gesture and "bang bangs" the hard camera.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring, weighing in at 145 pounds standing at 5'10... Beretta Blade!
Iyo Kenshin: We really haven't heard much from her leading up to this match.
Rayne: She doesn't talk, I'm pretty convinced.
{The guitars of "Until Our Worlds Align" start to echo across the arena as Mist flls the entryway before Sorcha rises up from the floor. Stepping out smoothly dressed in a long cloak, ring gear underneath before she walks down the entryway , climbing the steps and kneeling in the middle of the ring to mutter some of prayer, rising and discarding the cloak jacket and move to the corner, kneeling one again to mutter at her cohen corner and then face the ring center}
Alison Valance: Next down to the ring, weighing in at 1255 pounds and standing at 5'8'' Sorcha Wynne!!
Iyo Kenshin: I don't always understand everything Sorcha is saying but I am always excited to see her wrestle.
Rayne: Simp.
{As soon as the bell ring Sorcha grabs Beretta into a capture suplex followed shortly after with a german suplex.}
Iyo Kenshin: Tossing Beretta around like a rag doll.
Rayne: Which is surprising considering how small they both look.
{Sorcha hots Beretta with a BANRIGH DHEARG and goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}
Alison Valance: And you're winner... Sorcha Wynne!
Iyo Kenshin: An important victory!
Rayne: Sorcha continues to be on a bit of a streak here.
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SEGMENT
THE Attraction
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{ The opening riff to “Epic” cues the England crowd to release a symphony of jeers and boos. IWF’s World Television Champion walks onto the stage, sharply dressed in a baby blue suit. He slowly unbuttons his suit jacket to reveal the championship belt underneath. The title glimmers under the bright lights of the First Direct Arena as Caleb Cannin saunters down to the ring. Once he wipes his feet on the apron, he steps inside with a microphone in his grasp. }
“Cut my music, cut my music!”
{ The Leeds crowd responds to the Future with venom and vitriol. He smirks and pats the championship around his waist. }
“Now, if I wasn’t contractually obligated to be here, I would be booking the earliest flight out of this dump that you people call Leeds! But, lucky for all you, I actually have a reason to be here tonight. Last Odyssey, I had my big championship celebration! It was a night that will stand out among the greatest of not just my life, but all of your pathetic lives as well! Unfortunately, Leeds, it was not without controversy. You see, a lot of people came out of their hobbit holes and sewer pipes in order to rush to the defense of James Gilmore. I only gave him a fair warning and honestly, I think it’s a piece of advice that his doctor would have recommended him. And-”
{ A chant of “GILMORE! GILMORE!” erupts in the crowd. }
““I’m sorry, Leeds, you’ll have to excuse me but… I think I am the only one with a microphone, correct? In that case, I’ll do the talking. People got upset over what I talked about two weeks ago. What you all don’t understand is that I did not get into this business so that I could kiss ass and shake hands with a bunch of old fucks. I came here to shake up the game and I could not tell you how proud I am that some of this roster is also taking that initiative. You take a look at the current status quo in this company and you’ll see a monarchy. It’s a stranglehold on the top of that mountain. You have the World Champion, Angel Blake. You have the Women’s Champion, Jennie Fenix. You have the Tag Team Champions, Angel Blake and schizo Sabin. The only two champions that aren’t involved in that cult-family clusterfuck are myself and my good friend, Stephen Terrella. But I see people making a move on this monarchy in IWF. You have JC Keeton and Dean Harper, both with grudges against Angel Blake. Even Angel Blake's own son hates his guts! So he had to get a new one in little Wraith. As for JC, my man was on the fast track to being an all-time great World Champion... but Angel had to take it away from him. I hate to say it, but even that mummy of a man, Nick Knight, is about to wrestle in a best of five series with Angel Blake. I don’t think he should have been allowed one more match, let alone five, but that is besides the point…””
{ Cannin twirls the microphone in his hand as he paces back and forth inside the ring. }
“But let’s talk about something that is coming up. It’s coming up very soon and I’m sure many of you are wondering… what about High Stakes? In a month from now, thirty men get to have one shot at main eventing the biggest event of the year, Night of the Immortals. As the announcements started rolling in, I asked myself… am I going to be in the Roulette Rumble?”
{ Some audible “No!” chants begin to start. }
“And the answer… isn’t going to be revealed to you limey Brits any time soon! No matter what show it is, I am an attraction. You fork over your stupid little currency in order to watch me! Every show, every pay-per-view, I am the one you are all paying to see! What’s the point of spoiling the excitement of the greatest IWF World Television Champion in history coming into the Roulette Rumble? And, let’s be real for a minute, Leeds, I don’t want to spoil the result of the Rumble for you. If I enter into that Rumble, there is no man in that locker room that would be able to send me packing.”
{ He unclips the title from his waist, lifting it high above his head. }
“Just like there is nobody around here that will ever take this championship from me! I dare you to try. Welp, it’s been rather shitty to be here in Leeds, but my contractual TV time obligation has been filled! I know you morons will tune in next week to see me again, so don’t feel disappointed. For once in any of your pathetic lives, you’ve actually had the chance to see the greatest of all time, the FUTURE…”
{ The crowd beings to boo heavily as Cannin smirks. }
“You know what? Just for that disrespect to the champ, you don’t even get to hear my catchphrase! Kiss my ass and I’ll see you next week!”
{ He rolls out of the ring, the Television Championship on his shoulder. As the front row fans talk some smack to him, he simply walks up the ramp and into the back, a grin on his face the entire way there. }
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TAG MATCH
3000 Word RP Limit
Wraith & Tara Fenix vs Stephen Terrella & The Black Widow
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Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
{ Every light throughout the arena flickers out while the crowd gives a premature cheer; when the beginning of “The Eagle Flies Alone” begins to play, a blue spotlight comes in at the same sequence and is shining at the curtain which gets the crowd riled up further. The sound of the fog machines can be heard going off heavily as the stage soon fills with fog. The lights in the arena are coming back up creating a blue hue. The chorus kicks in. }
I, I go my own way!
I swim against the stream!
(Forever) I will fight the powers that be!
{ However, an anxiousness begins to build within the audience. The legendary Tara Fenix is nowhere to be seen. }
Iyo Kenshin: Rayne, this is an unsettling development. The Queen of Queens is nowhere to be seen.
Rayne: Tara is a legend in this industry, but you don't become a legend by being stupid; and tangling with the Black Widow is a really stupid idea, in my opinion. Maybe Tara has smartened up, and maybe she decided to stay home.
Iyo Kenshin: We've also all seen the nefarious ways of the Work. My fear is they've done something to her already.
{ The song stops. The lights throughout the arena go out row by row until the arena is shrouded in absolute darkness. The lights come on and Wraith is perched on the turnbuckle, with Tara Fenix standing in their corner in front of him. — in unison, the crowd let out a heavy gasp. Wraith tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd, while waiting for the match to begin. }
Iyo Kenshin: Tara Fenix and Wraith are here!
{ Alison Valance jumps -startled by the unexpected entrance- as the crowd goes wild for Tara and Wraith. }
Rayne: This is a foolish decision by Tara and Wraith, if you ask me. They're walking into a fight that I don't think they're going to win.
{ Alison composes herself. }
Alison Valance: Standing in the ring, the team of Tara Fenix and Wraith! And their opponents…
{ The camera takes a long shot of the entryway as and the arena darkens. Smoke begins to rise from the ground atop the stage, cast in a purple hue from the lighting directly overhead as 'Disorder' begins to blare across the speakers. The Black Widow comes crawling out from behind the curtain first. Following behind her is Stephen Terrella and Portia, holding hands. The Widow ceases her crawl on the cusp of the ramp, looking around the arena. Cvetkova stays on her knees, arms extended, and arches her back so her upper body falls backwards. Brandy thrusts her torso upward with a jolt. Behind her, Portia places her left hand on Terrella's right shoulder and runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen, stopping to rub the face of the Invictus Championship that sits around his waist. }
Alison Valance: About to make their way down the aisle, being accompanied by Portia… the team of the Black Widow, Brandy Cvetkova… and the Invictus Champion, Stephen Terrella!
{ Terrella turns for a kiss from Portia. The Widow rises from her knees. The three begin a slow walk toward the ring; Terrella walking arm-in-arm with Portia, and the Widow leading the way in front to a chorus of boos. When they reach the bottom of the stairs where they release arms, Terrella removes his sunglasses and vest and hands them to Portia. He surveys the arena for a few seconds with a menacing scowl before making a slow march up the stairs. Terrella walks the apron to the center of it, stopping with his left hand resting on the top rope to stare down the crowd as Portia applauds for her man from the floor. Terrella undoes the Invictus Championship from around his waist, raising it into the air with his left hand. The Widow slides into the ring by going between Terrella's legs and underneath the bottom rope, starting to make a crawl toward Tara. Terrella hands his title down to Portia, then follows Cvetkova into the ring. }
Iyo Kenshin: This capacity crowd here in Leeds are none too fond of the team of Terrella and Cvetkova, and it's hard to blame them. That animosity pales in comparison to the hatred that exists between Fenix and Cvetkova. You could cut the tension with a knife.
Rayne: It's probably best we don't let Tara anywhere near sharp objects after she cut her own hand.
{ Tara doesn't wait for the opening bell, going right after the Black Widow with a kick to the face while the Widow was mid-crawl. Tara pounces on the Widow, hammering her with closed fists. Terrella rips Tara off of Brandy by her hair. Wraith goes straight for Terrella though, spinning him around to bury some knee strikes into his abdomen. The two men spill to the outside with the fight, leaving the ladies alone in the ring. That proves good enough for the official for this contest, Tommy Knocker, to call for the opening bell. }
Ding!
{ Wraith and Terrella continue to trade blows on the floor. Cvetkova slugs Tara with a stiff punch, followed by a knife-edge chop. Brandy backs Tara against the ropes, delivering a headbutt to Fenix before whipping her across the ring. The Widow ducks her head a bit too early, allowing Fenix to catch her in the face with a punishing kick that stands Brandy upright. The Queen of Queens hits a roundhouse kick on Cvetkova, then executes a picture perfect dropkick that takes Brandy down. Fenix forgoes making a cover, looking to dole out more punishment to the woman that ran her sister down. Fenix hits an inverted headlock backbreaker on Brandy, but Cvetkova doesn't even have time to hit the canvas before Tara throws her backwards with a release belly-to-back suplex. The Widow lays on the canvas, smiling as she holds her neck in pain. On the outside, Wraith has taken control on Terrella. Big King is walking away from Wraith as Tara starts to deliver some Garvin style stomps to Brandy up in the ring behind him. }
Iyo Kenshin: Tara is absolutely punishing the Black Widow! She is trying to stomp the spider flat!
Rayne: She's in a difficult situation as a competitor though, even with the advantage she has currently. She's facing someone -much like Tara's own son- that has a very different relationship with pain. The more Tara beats the Widow, the more the Widow may enjoy it. I don't know.
{ On the outside, Wraith applies a sleeper on Terrella. Stephen uses his size and strength advantage to stand up and back Wraith's spine into the edge of the apron. The first blow only loosens Wraith's grip, so Terrella moves forward and rams Wraith's spine into the hardest part of the ring again to free himself. Stephen tries to shake off the effects of the sleeper. Portia buys him some more time by kicking Wraith south of the border, unbeknownst to the official. Terrella turns and levels Wraith with a discus clothesline to take him to the floor. The King grabs some camera cable off the floor and loops it around Wraith's neck, using it to choke him with everything he has. Tara notices what is happening on the outside, and comes to Wraith's aid by striking Terrella with a baseball slide dropkick. Portia again interferes, however, latching onto Tara's boot and trying to pull her out of the ring. Tara kicks at Portia with her free leg, easily freeing herself. Cvetkova capitalizes on the distraction to pull Tara to the middle of the ring by her hair. }
Iyo Kenshin: The official has no control over this contest in the slightest!
Rayne: Don't be such a baby, Iyo. What's the worst that could happen? I'm being entertained!
{ Terrella makes his way inside the ring as Brandy delivers some mounted forearms to the back of Tara's neck. Cvetkova and Terrella communicate with each other, leading to the Widow offering herself up for a powerbomb from Terrella. The King hoists the Widow up, using her body as a weapon, and powerbombs Brandy onto Tara. Cvetkova rolls off, clutching her back with a smile. Terrella then leaps in the air, dropping all three hundred plus pounds of himself onto Tara with a standing splash that nearly engulfs her entire upper body! }
Iyo Kenshin: Tara was just smothered by that splash! Terrella weighs more than twice as much as her! She may have broken ribs... or worse!
Rayne: They can just slide her under the door to the medic's room when this is over.
{ Terrella turns Tara over and begins to fire some very hard, and very deliberate left hands to her head as the crowd boos. Feeding off the negative energy in the arena, Terrella spits on Tara before headbutting her. He pulls Tara up into a seated position, taking her head in his massive hands and holding it like a vice. He tells Brandy to: "get the fucking hammer." The Widow rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs the hammer off the timekeeper's table and comes back inside. }
Iyo Kenshin: They'll split Tara's head wide open if they do this! This is going way too damn far! They could fracture her skull!
Rayne: You don't think they know that!? This is about sending a message to Tara, and that message is going to be written in her own blood. Those are the kind that get your point across.
{ Wraith enters the ring, making the save for Tara by kicking Terrella in the back of the head to a big pop from the crowd! Wraith takes Terrella down with a side Russian leg sweep. Wraith sits up quickly, finding himself face-to-face with the Widow as she holds the hammer in her mouth on her hands and knees in front of him. He tilts his head to the left, and she mirrors him. He then brings his head to the right slowly, and she mirrors him in pace. }
Iyo Kenshin: This is bizarre! Is she playing mind games with him?!
Rayne: Is he playing mind games with her!? I don't know.
{ The Widow starts to crawl backwards, moving away from Wraith as she smiles through the hammer. Suddenly, from seemingly out of nowhere, Tara connects with a shining wizard to Brandy's head! Tara snatches the Widow up, hitting her with 'Burn to Ashes'! Third generation star that she is, Cvetkova has enough ring awareness about her to roll to the outside after taking the move. Tara goes to the outside after her, throwing Brandy into the steel railing surrounding the ring. Wraith kicks Terrella out of the ring. The Monster builds a head of steam and launches himself into Terrella with a suicide dive! The crowd erupts! Terrella is sent spiraling into the barricade. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Tara is leading Brandy up the ramp as the official just leans on the ropes in a state of almost utter surrender. Wraith throws a strike to Terrella, but the Invictus Champion is able to answer by picking Wraith up in a bear hug and running him into the steel post. Tara tosses Cvetkova off the side of the stage, only to go down after her. The men brawl with each other on the women's trail. As the four competitors wage war, they end up on the floor area beside the stage. Fenix Northern Lights Suplexes Cvetkova onto the cement floor! Tara then backtracks her path along the side of the stage while Wraith and Terrella trade shots. The Goddess walks up the ramp with purpose, but it still allows the Widow valuable time to recover. Fenix reaches the top of the stage as Cvetkova gets to her feet, a little wobbly. Tara takes measure of where Brandy is, and backs up enough to make some runway. The Widow backs into Wraith, bumping him. Wraith spins and grabs Cvetkova by the wrist for an Irish whip as Tara takes flight! }
Iyo Kenshin: She's not!
Rayne: Is she nuts!?
{ Wraith sends Brandy into a stack of boxes with the irish whip! Tara comes crashing down with the "Phoenix Perch" on Terrella! The impact knocks Terrella onto a giant electrical box, with Tara landing on his chest with both feet! A surge of voltage rockets up through both of their bodies in a split second! The arena goes completely black! }
Rayne: What in the hell happened!? Are they alive?!
Iyo Kenshin: I can't see a thing!
{ A hush falls over the crowd. Some fans hold up their cellphones in failed attempts to light the arena. }
Iyo Kenshin: This... this is bad, ladies and gentlemen. I don't know what to do here. This match is going to be ruled a no contest I'm sure, but that's secondary at the moment to the health of Tara Fenix and Stephen Terrella. She knocked Terrella onto that electrical box before we lost the lighting in the arena. I don't want to speculate on what may -or may not- have happened.
Rayne: Can we get some lights and some medical out here?
Iyo Kenshin: I'm being told we're going to need to go to a break. We'll hopefully have some type of update for you when we get back.
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SEGMENT
The Shocking Aftermath
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{ Back from a prolonged break, lights have been restored in the arena. EMTS and a flood of backstage IWF personnel are attending to both Tara Fenix and Stephen Terrella. }
Iyo Kenshin: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We're still working through this very scary scene in Leeds tonight. You can see Angel Blake and Jennie Fenix are both out here with Wraith now next to Tara as the medical staff is working.
Rayne: Portia and Cvetkova are both knelt down next to Terrella, who hasn't moved since the lights have come back up. This is the type of thing though where everyone tries to put their differences aside for a few moments. The concern right now is obviously for Stephen Terrella and Tara Fenix. Those electrical boxes produce a lot of current.
Iyo Kenshin: I'm being told we already have a pair of ambulances on the way to the arena.
{ Brandy steps back to give Portia some more space next to Terrella as more EMTs move in to work on him. With Angel and Jennie kneeling next to Tara, it leaves Wraith and the Black Widow standing behind everyone. Cvetkova looks toward Wraith, tilting her head; and Wraith mimics her. Just then a stretcher pushes past Wraith, and he has to quickly move to open a lane for it to pass to get to Tara. Seconds later, a second stretcher is brought in and is dropped on the floor by Terrella. }
Iyo Kenshin: I would assume, with Angel having a match later tonight, as much as he probably wants to be by Tara's side, Jennie Fenix and Wraith will be going to the hospital with Tara. I would also assume Portia and Brandy will be going to the hospital with Terrella.
Rayne: For those wondering, we've been told the match was officially ruled a no contest. Given the circumstances, there was obviously no chance either Tara or Terrella were going to be able to continue.
Iyo Kenshin: We're watching as they load Tara and Stephen onto stretchers. If we get any word during the show on either of them, we will pass it along. We will also be keeping you updated on Twitter as the information on their conditions comes into us. We're going to take another break while the emergency workers finish here, and when we come back from break we will try to carry on with the show.
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SEGMENT
Confrontational
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RAM: How's the ankle holdin' up?
{ We find Ram chilling backstage, just minutes before the Danger-Harper match. At any moment or two, the buzzer was going to sound, which was his cue to get into the waiting area. Until then, he is spotted drinking from a bottle of Pepsi Max and talking to Caroline via audio Messenger call. }
RAM: Good, take as much time as you need. Subjectively though, you've no idea how much you're missed around here…
{ Ram sighed, noting Caroline's query about their friend Peach. }
RAM: Peach ain't comin' along on the trip. She...umm, she got this gig workin' at Konami. COuldn't pass it up -- can't blame her for makin' that choice.
{ He paused. }
RAM: Who the hell would wanna date a guy like me anyway...?!
{ We barely hear Caroline's voice on the other end, laughing out loud. But as if on cue, the buzer began to sound. }
RAM: Crap, I gotta scream. Later gator.
{ Ram hung up his phone and proceeded to leave the empty office that served as his suite. But just as he he is able to make it out the door, he's greeted by an all-too-familiar sight. The independent wrestling columnist Noriyuki Obata, who had made unsubstantiated accusations aginst Ram among other things, stands next to his interpretor Miss Reiko -- a former women's wrestler on the indy circuit. }
RAM: Well, well...wanna have another go-'round?!
{ Mr. Obata speaks to the translator in Japanese, who confers with him for a moment before translating what he's saying.}
Miss Reiko: We would like your feedback on our newest piece.
RAM: Heh, real cute. Lemme take a peek…
{ Ram takes a good, long look at a document, a draft of their next column, and instantly doesn't like what he's reading as he gazes at the English translation below the Japanese print. }
RAM: "...Caroline, washed-up coward...doesn't have it anymore…"
{ Ram's eyes widened. He's had enough of the bullshit coming from them. }
RAM: This...this is a joke, right? This has to be a joke.
Miss Reiko: As Mr. Obata has learned from his father, he never jokes about his work.
RAM: Want my feedback? Here ya go...excuse me.
{ Ram wads up the paper before marching into the nearest men's restroom and slamming the door shut. After a minute -- in which we hear the distinctive sound of a toilet flushing -- he marched out and clapped his hands together. }
RAM: Hear that sound, y'all?! THAT'S what I think of your shit piece. Next question!
{ Mr. Obata shook his head, then got Reiko to translate another question. }
Miss Reiko: How do you feel about the Roulette...?
RAM: How do I feel about the Roulette? You tell me, man…
{ The reporter raises his voice. }
Miss Reiko: He asks why are you being confrontation?
RAM: Confrontational!?! CONFRONTATIONAL!?! You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself from beatin' the BOTH of you within an inch of your lives.
{ Noriyuki and Reiko back off as Ram just throws his hands up in frustration. }
RAM: But...what the hell, man. After seeing two livestreams so far, why not just give Dean Harper the win and let everyone else go collect a paycheck. Might as well make it as easy as possible, so as to not waste your precious time.
{ The journalists raise their brows, not understanding that Marshall was bullshitting around. }
RAM: What's up, y'all don't like sarcasm no more?! You gonna quote me on that one?! The pathetic thing about y'all is that you've been associated with this business your whole lives. I've been doin' this thing for LESS THAN A GODDAMN YEAR, you throw shit on me, and now you're afraid 'cause I'm throwin' all the shit you've thrown at me back in your faces.
{ Reiko cleared her throat before speaking to Ram herself. }
Miss Reiko: We mean no disrespect…
RAM: Tell that to JJ then, huh? Tell him that he "faked" a heart attack to his face! Tell Caroline she's a coward when she stands across from you instead of writin' up some bullshit hit piece. You obviously have no journalistic credentials 'cause if you did, you'd be gettin' to know people face-to-face instead of shittin' on 'em behind their back. But since they ain't around to respond to you, looks like it's up to yours truly to do somethin' about it -- not just for myself, but for them as well.
{ Ram paced around the corridor, never losing eye contact with the columnists. }
RAM: Come Roulette time, you're gonna know me very well. I want that number one spot. I want that shot at bein' an iron man. Two months into my run, I was in a main event. Four months in, I was takin' on Angel Blake. Nine months in, I'm itchin' to take on the likes of a Dean Harper or JC Keeton or whoever the FUCK stands in my crosshairs. Nothin' more, nothin' less.
{ He then proceeded to give them the dirtiest scowl one can imagine. }
RAM: Nothin' would delight me more than to win the whole thing just so I can piss y'all off...
{ The journalists silently walk away, leaving Ram to wait for his partner Nick Danger. In the process, he began to mutter under his breath. }
RAM: I mean what I said. I want that number one spot in the Roulette...
{ At that moment, he heard a voice that didn't seem too fmailiar to him at first... }
Middle-Aged Woman: Nosey reporters, always trying to get under your skin…
RAM: Excuse me...!?!
{ ..but upon closer inspection, Ram found himself staring at a face from his past -- his own mother, Bridget Marshall -- now sporting graying hair and a badge marked "VIP." }
Bridget Marshall: Look at you. My baby's all grown up…
{ Ram's eyes widened once more. This wasn't the reunion he expected to see. }
RAM: Oh, you've GOT to be kiddin' me...!
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SINGLES MATCH
1500 Word RP Limit
Dean Harper (with JC Keeton) vs Nick Danger (with RAM)
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Iyo Kenshin: This will likely be a very violent match. I'm not sure how prepared anyone is for it.
Rayne: Relax, Knight and Angel won't be until later.
{"Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood comes on the speaker and red smoke follow on the entrance ramp . Nick Danger walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire having a determine look on his face he makes his way down the entrance taking off his leather jacket toss it to fan and giving them high fives. Nick climb the stel steps then climb the top turnbuckle and and sees his fans saying "Rising Ace" he jumps inside the ring and gets ready for the match to start.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring, accompanied by RAM, standing at 5'11'' weighing in at 198 pounds The Rising Ace... Nick Danger!
Iyo Kenshin: Last week we had Ram fighting JC and this week we have Danger and Harper. Danger didn't hold back about what he thought of Harper and you have to wonder what Danger is thinking about right now.
Rayne: It's not hard to guess. He's thinking about winning. He's thinking about pinning a Hall of Famer.
{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: Last down to the ring, accompanied by JC Keeton, standing at 6'2'' weighing in at 185 pounds Dean Harper!
Iyo Kenshin: Dean was pretty blatant in what he was feeling about the lead up to this match.
Rayne: Dean is incapable of not saying every word that pops in his head.
{Dean and Danger look across the ring at each other until the bell rings. As soon as it rings, Danger comes out with a superkick. Dean takes the hit and response with a spinning side kick. Danger takes that and goes with a pele kick!}
Iyo Kenshin: Bopth of these men are putting their all into this match so far.
Rayne: Neither one wants to back down.
{Dean knocks Danger back with a rear drop kick. Danger rolls through to hit back with a Straight Jacket Suplex. He doesn't give Dean a moment to recover and goes with a Wristlock transitioned into a short arm bicycle knee strike. nHe then hits Dean with a Eagle Eye. Danger goes for the pin
1
Kick out!}
Iyo Kenshin: Clever attempt to try and get the match done early.
Rayne: But Dean isn't known for giving up.
{Danger lets Dean get up. Dean responds with a running kneelift into a hangman’s neckbreaker. Dean then gets a snap belly to belly suplex into the turnbukcle. Dean then hits Danger with a high running drop kick over and over until the ref tells Dean to back off.}
Iyo Kenshin: Dean was not going to let up here.
Rayne: Of course not. He goes for the kill.
{The ref is scolding Dean when Danger comes in with a guillotine choke!}
Iyo Kenshin: Ooh, a submission move. That's what Danger is known for and we all know Dean has nevber been known to do the smart thing when in a submission.
Rayne: Everyone who was in The Pack seems to have that flaw baked in.
{The ref checks to see if Dean will tap out as Danger keeps the hold on. Dean tries to move backwards towards the rope but Danger keeps the hold on.}
Iyo Kenshin: Dean could be in danger here.
Rayne: I hate that you strung those words together like that. Does no one care about phrasing anymore?
{Dean makes a noise and goes for a release Nothern Lights suplex hard enough against the ropes the Danger lets go of the hold. Dean moves away to catch his breath for a moment while Danger recovers from the suplex.}
Iyo Kenshin: Haven't seen that move in Dean's arsenal.
Rayne: Dean's moveset is often times just stealing moves from old rivals and adding them to his own.
{Nick is getting back up Dean runs back with a Reality Break followed by a DANCE THE SPIRAL! Dean goes for the pin
1
2
3!}
Alison Valance: Winner by pin fall, Dean Harper!
{Dean touches his neck, staggering a little as JC props him up as the ref raises Dean's arm. Ram checks on Danger, glaring daggers at Dean and JC.}
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BEST OF FIVE SERIES
MATCH ONE
SINGLES MATCH
1500 Word RP Limit
Nick Knight vs Angel Blake
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall in a best of five series for the Men’s World championship!
Iyo Kenshin: I for one really look forward to seeing this best of five series play out. I mean we have Angel Blake who is honestly best in the world material and Nick Knight, future Hall of Famer.
Rayne: Nothing but magic and brutality can happen when these two are in the ring together. This best of five series we will be seeing in the coming weeks will realy be something different.
{ 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 throws his coat off as the music dies down. }
Alison Valance: First down o the ring, standing at 6’1’ weighing in at 228 pounds one half of the tag team champions and the world champion… GOD… Angel Blake
{ 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!!!
Alison Valance: The challenger standing at 6’2’’ and weighing in at 245 pounds. Nick Knight!
{The bell sounds and both men charge at eachother. Knight and Angel exchange vicious right hands, immediately battering each other back and forth with wild abandon, neither man concerned for his own well-being. Angel gets the brief advantage after a spinning backfist, but Nick grins through the strike and responds with a massive headbutt, a dull thud echoing through the arena as Angel stumbles backwards clutching his nose!}
Iyo Kenshin: I think that is the second time Knight has gone for the nose since he called his shot for the world title.
Rayne: He might hope its still raw enough it will buy him some time.
{Nick advances on Angel, hammering him with a stiff forearm that backs him up to the ropes, and whips him off. On the rebound, Nick hooks Angel for an exploder, but Angel drives his elbow down into the head of Knight, releasing his grip and earning a reprieve. Angel whips a vicious leg kick into the right knee of Knight, doubling him over, before snapping a knee off into his face, jolting Knight upright again. Nick lashes out with a kick, but the champion catches it and drives an elbow down into the same right knee before practically hurling Knight across the ring with a massive dragon screw leg whip! Nick hits the canvas holding his knee, but is up almost immediately, grimacing.}
Iyo Kenshin: Blake’s already targeting the surgically-repaired right knee of Nick Knight, and it’s clear the World Champion has a strategy tonight!
Rayne: Every strategy sounds good until you get punched in the face. You can’t count on Plan A to always bring you to victory.
{Angel beckons Nick into the center of the ring again, and they lock up, Angel managing to get the advantage and lock in a side headlock. He whips Knight over for a hard side headlock takedown, but Nick immediately kicks his legs up into a headscissors. Angel struggles against the hold, rotating left, then right, but Knight rocks with him each time, shaking his finger with a smirk. Blake responds in the only way he can, by driving his fist into the right knee over his face. Knight clutches his knee, and a second punch buys Angel freedom, something he immediately capitalizes on by grabbing Knight’s ankle and standing to drop an elbow straight into the side of the bad knee.}
Iyo Kenshin: Knight can take a lot.
Rayne: But can he take all of Angel?
{Angel remains on the offensive, yanking hard on the bad joint as Knight lets out a groan of pain. The grounded challenger begins to drag himself towards the ropes, grunting and huffing as every movement is used to add pressure to his knee, but he manages to make the ropes, smirking and flipping the bird back with his free hand. Angel lets go of the hold reluctantly, but as Knight is standing, Angel rushes in with a massive chop block that drives Nick back to the canvas once more! Angel tugs Nick back from the ropes slightly before covering, hooking the bad leg!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!}
Iyo Kenshin: Close!
Rayne: But not close enough
{Stepping to the apron, Angel grabs the wounded knee of Knight and drapes it over the bottom rope, stomping the kneecap once, twice before backing up and measuring his target. As Nick lays there in pain, Angel rushes forward, charging and delivering a massive kick to the calf of his opponent, torquing it viciously and causing Nick to roll backwards towards the center of the ring, another cry of agony escaping his lips! Angel looks out at the crowd impassively, shaking his head in disapproval before stepping back between the ropes, a contemptuous sneer on his face.}
Iyo Kenshin: That is certainly a look.
Rayne: That’s what you took from that?
{As Angel grabs Knight by the hair to haul him up, though, Nick responds with a massive hook to Angel’s ribs! Angel staggers, and Nick fires off another, and another, hammering away at the midsection of the champion before capping it by shifting his grip, securing a side waistlock, and hauling Angel up into the air for a massive snap Saito suplex! Angel rocks onto his side, an expression of surprise written across his painted face, as Nick Knight nods to the crowd’s delight, forcing himself up onto his feet with a mighty war cry!}
Iyo Kenshin: Look at him go!
Rayne: Confidence before the fall.
{Nick hits the ropes, catching a rising Angel with a massive lariat, then a second on the rebound, Angel rolling to a seated position in a daze. Knight shrugs and adjusts his tactics, hitting the second rope low and coming off with a sliding clothesline which he immediately transitions into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Undeterred, Nick picks Angel up, paintbrushing him across the face with an open-handed slap, shouting “YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME, HUH?! YOU THINK YOU CAN KEEP ME FROM THIS?!” before spinning him around and drilling the champion with a massive NON-DAIRY CREAMER half and half suplex! Nick covers, hooking the inside leg with his good left leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!}
Iyo Kenshin: Jesus.
Rayne: Like i said, magic.
{Nick hauls Angel up after the kickout, grimacing, shaking his head, and whips him into the corner. Knight follows Angel in, crushing him with a massive lariat against the turnbuckles. Taking advantage of his dazed opponent, Nick boosts him up to the top rope with a massive effort, grimacing every step of the way. He begins the slow climb, making it to the second rope, and locks his hands in place for an exploder superplex, tugging against Angel’s desperate grip! Knight bucks once, twice, trying to get purchase, but Angel manages to lash out with a kick to the bad knee, kicking Nick’s vertical base out and sending him crashing to the canvas on his hands and knees! As Knight tries desperately to get up, Angel hops down to the second rope, hurling himself off and into the DIVINE PUNISHMENT! COVER! ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! NO! ANGEL STANDS WITH THE KICKOUT, GRABBING KNIGHT’S LEG, AND TWISTS HIM AROUND INTO A FIGURE-FOUR, LOCKING IN ABSOLUTION!}
Iyo Kenshin: Oh this is not looking good
Rayne: Could look worse
{Knight flails and struggles in the hold, hammering away at Angel’s legs, but Blake roars with heaven’s own fury, bridging up on the hold. Nick falls back to relieve the pressure, but the moment the referee’s hand hits the mat for one, he has to power his shoulder up, sending another wave of agony down his knee. Nick tries to roll left, but Angel is already there, adjusting for the movement. With a burst of energy, Nick rolls right, and he manages to roll Angel onto his stomach for a moment…BUT ANGEL ROLLS THROUGH AND REESTABLISHES THE HOLD! Nick is caught in the middle of the ring, beginning to fade, but when the referee asks if he wants to submit, his only response is a middle finger!}
Iyo Kenshin: Well, that’s just rude
Rayne: Don’t be a prude.
{Despite his bravado, it’s clear that Knight can’t take much more. The only person in the arena who hasn’t gotten the message is Nick himself, who sits up through the pain and delivers another stiff right to Angel. Angel actually loses the bridge he’s trying to hold for a moment, but responds by doubling down, cranking the hold again and causing Nick to slump back, stacked on one shoulder with his left arm beneath him, carefully bridging him off the mat. As he goes sluggish, the referee drops down to check on Nick again, Angel sadistically cranking the hold once more.}
Iyo Kenshin: I think Nick Knight might be out! But he’s not being pinned, and he hasn’t submitted, it’s the ref’s call here!
Rayne: Tap, nap, or snap, that’s the rule! We haven’t seen any of those, but we might not get the chance.
{Seeing no way out of the hold, the ref reluctantly signals for the bell! As it rings the Ref signals for security. Angel lets go of Nick Knight and the ref tells him to leave ring side. Angel doesn’t move at first but as security spills around the ring, Angel slides out of the ring and walks backstage.}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner by referee stoppage, and STILL IWF Men’s World Champion, Angel Blake!
Rayne: BOO!
Iyo Kenshin: Nick wasn’t submitting and he could have been injured if he didn’t. The ref made the correct call.
Rayne: It’s bullshit. And I’m not the only one who thinks so.
{Nick Knight clearly favoring his knee yells at the Ref, the mic clearly picks up on him disagreeing with the ref making that call as the show ends}
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