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Post by Ali Quinn on Apr 9, 2023 0:50:48 GMT
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Like the God I Am
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{ All the lights in the arena go out as words blaze across the Imperitron. }
āBlessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.ā
{ 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 three piece black suit, sunglasses and with IWF World Championship and the IWF World Tag Team Championship on either shoulder. 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. }
Iyo Kenshin: We are about to hear from the man who left High Stakes as the IWF World Champion! Angel Blake!
Rayne: Nick Knight and Angel Blake went to war like no one in IWF has gone to war before and somehow, someway, Angel Blake came out the otherside still IWF World Champion!
Iyo Kenshin: You could run that match back a million times and come up with a different winner each and every single time!
{ Angel steps out of the flames as the crowd roars for him. Angel slowly makes his way down the ramp, taking time to slap hands with people who are reaching out for him. Angel finally makes it to the ring steps as the crowd is still roaring. }
Rayne: Listen to that crowd, Iyo, the fans love Angel!
Iyo Kenshin: The man has had a dark past but itās hard to ignore his impact on this company!
{ Angel walks up the steps and climbs into the ring where Keybo Shabaz is waiting for him with microphone in hand. The music slowly dies down but the crowd is still cheering for Angel as he puts his hand over Keyboās mic to allow the crowd to cheer a bit longer. }
Iyo Kenshin: The champion is rightfully soaking in this crowd reception.
Rayne: Heās a once in a lifetime talent and the world has finally recognized that.
{ The crowd starts to die down now and Angel removes his hand from the top of Keyboās microphone. Keybo raises it up to start his interview. }
Keybo Shabaz: Angel, the whole world saw as you-
{ Angel takes the mic out of Keyboās hand. }
Angel Blake: I donāt think these fans are done cheering yet, Keybo! MIAMI, FLORIDA! GIVE IT UP FOR YOUR WORLD CHAMPION!!!
{ Angel starts to pump the crowd up as an āANGEL!ā chant breaks out all over the arena. }
Rayne: The champion wants to soak in the cheers a bit longer!
Iyo Kenshin: Nothing wrong with that! He had a grueling match now itās time to enjoy the spoils!
Angel Blake: Is that the best you can do, MIAMI!!!
{ The crowds gets even louder as Angel jumps up onto the ring post and holds both of his titles up. Angel then climbs down and out of the ring and goes around the whole ring to slap hands with the crowd at ring side. Angel even stops for a selfie with a young boy, allowing him to hold the IWF World title for the picture. Angel finally re enters the ring where Keybo still stands ready to have an interview. The crowd once again dies down. }
Keybo Shabaz: As I was saying. At High Stakes-
{ Angel rips the microphone out of Keyboās hand. }
Angel Blake: The whole world saw me retain MY championship in MY match and there is nothing else to talk about!
{ The crowd pops huge for Angel. }
Rayne: I feel like I need to point out the lack of face point and long, drawn out sentences.
Iyo Kenshin: I think we are seeing Angel actually enjoy the fanfare for a change!
{ Angel looks around at the crowd. }
Angel Blake: MIAMI!!!!
{ The crowd lights up again with an āAngel!ā chant. }
Angel Blake: Thatās what I like to hear! Thatās what I want to hear. GIVE IT UP FOR ME!!!
{ The crowd gets even louder. }
Angel Blake: YES! YES! Praise me! Shower me!
{ Angel looks over to Keybo who is still standing there. Angel walks over to Keybo as the crowd is still going wild. Angel looks Keybo up and down and then out of nowhere he drills Keybo with a Genocide Kick! }
Iyo Kenshin: What did Angel just do!?
Rayne: He laid out Keybo Shabaz!!!
{ The crowd suddenly stops. }
Angel Blake: Oh whatās wrong Miami!? I thought you liked it when I get violent!? I thought you liked it when I go a little too far!? I thought you liked ME!?
{ Thereās an awkward murmur among the crowd. }
Angel Blake: Whatās that? Youāve got nothing to say? Interesting. Because I heard the way you people screamed every single time my body was thrown into those explosives! I heard you erupt with applause as my flesh was ripped off my body! I heard your joyous reaction as literal years were taken off my life at High Stakes!
Rayne: He has a pointā¦
Iyo Kenshin: I suppose.
Angel Blake: But when I kick the head off some ignorant interviewer you get silent!? You werenāt silent when I tried to kill Nick Knight! You werenāt silent when he tried to kill me! You people couldnāt even decide who you wanted to win until I won! And then like a bunch of sheep you come bahing to the shepherd!
{ The crowd isnāt enjoying the hard truth as boos start to break out. }
Angel Blake: Does the truth hurt!? Iām sorry but not really. The fact of the matter is I have given the majority of my life to you people and at High Stakes you couldnāt even rally behind me! You couldnāt praise me like the God that I am!
{ Angel stops as different chants break out. }
Angel Blake: Oh. Is that what you want? You want the face paint? You want the monotone speech pattern? You want GOD!?
{ Angel looks around as there are different reactions to the question. }
Angel Blake: WELL TOO DAMN BAD!
Iyo Kenshin: What does that mean?
Rayne: I donāt know!
Angel Blake: GOD was laid to rest at High Stakes! You donāt deserve him! From now on you only have me! You one get me! ANGEL BLAKE! GOD OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
{ The crowd is fully turning on the World Champ. }
Angel Blake: What a big disappointment for you people. You donāt get to cheer for a blood thirsty maniac any more!? Now you have to cheer for the man behind the paint! The man who made God flesh! The man who has been, is and always will be the single greatest wrestler this company has ever seen!
Rayne: You canāt argue with that.
Angel Blake: I have done things in IWF that no one has before! That no one will ever do again! My records will never be broken! And me? I will never be defeated. I proved that at High Stakes when I faced my most dangerous opponent to date and defeated him. There is no one in IWF who can do what I do better than I can do it and honestly? Iām tired of pretending otherwise. Iām tired of pandering to you mindless morons. Iām tired of giving into my baser instincts just to earn your love.
Rayne: Thatās deep.
Iyo Kenshin: I suppose.
Angel Blake: From here on out you donāt get GOD! You donāt get the theatrics! You donāt get the bullshit! That part of me died when Nick Knight fell off that scaffolding to a standing ovation! From here on out? You get me. The real me. The only me there is left. THE GOD OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! Angel. Blake.
{ Angel drops the mic as Gateways hits to huge boos from the crowd. }
Iyo Kenshin: Angel just turned his back on the IWF multiverse!
Rayne: And can you blame him!?
Iyo Kenshin: Of course I can! He just threw away two decades plus of the fans respect because not enough people cheered him at High Stakes!
Rayne: And it sounds like heās going to teach them the error of their ways!
{ Angel heads out of the ring and up the ramp with absolutely no fanfare this time. He just heads to the back as the crowd boos him with everything theyāve got. }
------------------------------------ SINGLES MATCH 1500 Word Max Birdie Winston vs Emmanuelle ------------------------------------
{The lights turn purple and Follow Your Arrow starts playing Birdie Winston jogs out and does variations of silly dances and a back flip. She makes her way down the aisle and executes a unique front-handspring from turnbuckle corner to the ring.}
Iyo Kenshin: Birdie Winston is in the ring, and sheās looking to get some of the momentum that her brother had in the Roulette! He did quite well out there, and I would be surprised to not see it becoming a family trait!
Rayne: He did do good, thereās no denying that, but that doesnāt mean this is going to reflect for her.
{ Emmanuelle stands at the curtain as āSay Goā by D Smoke begins to play. She walks out, taking time to soak in the reaction of the crowd before making her way down to the ring. }
Rayne: And this āplatinum standardā Emmanuelle is here to make her debut.
Iyo Kenshin: Why do you sound disappointed?
Rayne: Her friends, Iyo! I know who her friends are, and if those are the type of people sheās going to associate with, it tells me everything I need to know about her!
Iyo Kenshin: Ladies and gentlemen, Emmanuelle is making her debut in the IWF and she is a world renown competitor! One of the best that the inside of the ring has seen, and she has conquered every corner of the globe! I am excited to see what Emmanuelle is going to bring to the IWF ring, and I think she could quite well be a leading charge in the resurgence of the womenās division!
{ The bell sounds, and Emmanuelle and Birdie circle the ring; the crowd is already backing the newcomer, Emmanuelle, as she sports a smile while seemingly sizing her opponent upā¦Birdie and Emmanuelle finally clash in the center of the ring, fighting for control, which Emmanuelle is able to take it with ease! Emmanuelle is able to take Birdie down with a series of arm drags, and follows up with kicks when Birdie is trying to get upā¦Birdie does persevere with getting to her feet, but Emmanuelle is still maintaining control and takes her with another arm drag that she immediately transitions into a Fujiwara Armbar!
Birdie is far too close to the ropes, and Emmy does see it and tries to pull her back, wrenching hard on the arm but Birdie makes it in timeā¦ Emmy releases without incident, but pulls Birdie back to her feet and drops her with a back suplex! Birdie refuses to stay down, and although in pain, gets back up only for Emmanuelle to show off her striking ability with well-placed kicks and fists! Emmanuelle battles Birdie back into the corner, and then powers her across with a rough Irish-whip; Birdie bounces off of the corner only for Emmanuelle to charge in and connect with a huge SHOTGUN DROPKICK that causes the whole crowd to go crazy!
Emmanuelle pulls Birdie in and drops her with MALIBU SHINE, the Tornado DDT, and goes for a cover, but only gets a two-count before Birdie shows her resilienceā¦ As Emmanuelle looks to keep her momentum rolling, Birdie sneaks in an inside cradle, and almost steals the win with an even closer near fall! Emmanuelle looks a little stunned by the response, but wags a finger at Birdie as sheās getting upā¦Birdie fights with a clothesline, but Emmanuelle ducks under and takes her up and over with a dragon suplex, holding the bridge!
Birdie still kicks out at the count of two!
Emmanuelle catches Birdie as sheās getting up this time and raises her up for a stalling suplex that gets the crowd amped up even more when they start even counting the seconds that Emmanuelle is able to hoist Birdie up! The count is up to seventeen when Emmanuelle finally drops her with the suplex and goes for a quick cover, pushing her elbow against her collarbone this time, and Birdie surprises the audience with another kick out!
Emmanuelle pulls Birdie back to her feet, and Birdie starts to get some life! She fights Emmanuelle back and sends her off of the ropes, but Emmanuelle counters with a springboard spinning kick! The kick sends Birdie scrambling backward, and she tumbles down, but is already getting up only for Emmanuelle to follow up with an E-TRIGGER! Birdie is seeing stars! Or ratherā¦birdsā¦ Either way, she looks completely out of it.
Emmanuelle calls for a finish by pulling Birdie back up, and scoops her up! She stalls for a moment, showing off her strength a little bit for the crowd, and then finishes with the QUEEN BEE DROP! Emmanuelle makes the cover and earns the count of three! }
WINNER VIA PINFALL: āThe Platinum Standardā Emmanuelle!
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To The Victor Goesā¦ Disappointment.
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{ Seated on a backwards turned chair, the Black Widow is located somewhere in the Miami-Dade arena, alone. The room is cast in an eerie red glow. }
The Black Widow: No one gave me a chance. I was supposed to be just another girl -another victim- to fall before the Queen of Queens. I was supposed to bleed, and like so many before me, I was supposed to be humbled by defeat. I was supposed to kneel.
{ Brandy looks up at the camera. }
The Black Widow: But no one stopped to consider that, for me, that match was home.
{ She hocks a loogie onto the floor in front of her. }
The Black Widow: I thrive in the mayhem. When you've lived the life I've lived, you find that the violence is the only thing that brings you peace, because broken bones and bruises don't leave emotional scars.
{ She adjusts herself in her seat, leaning forward more. }
The Black Widow: And that's why, at High Stakes, I bled Tara Fenix dry in my ring.
{ Brandy points to the floor. }
The Black Widow: I watched her royal blood pool on the canvas like a puddle of piss, and I realized I am never going to get the monster. She's buried it so deep, hidden away from the world, that all that's left is domesticated Tara.
{ She moves more upright in the chair. }
The Black Widow: But that's okay. I'm used to disappointment. My entire life has been full of it since I was a little girl. In two weeks thoughā¦ at Odyssey, I want to do something in honor of Tara's career and what it used to mean. I intend on paying it the respect it deserves. So tune in. You won't want to miss it.
{ She gets up out of the chair without another and walks off camera. The show cuts back to a shot of Iyo Kenshin and Rayne at the announcer's table. }
Iyo Kenshin: Given their recent history, what does that even mean?
Rayne: You're not special. You'll have to tune in to find out, just like everyone else.
------------------------------------ SINGLES MATCH 1500 Word Max Matt Knox vs Miami's own, Indy Legend Marvelous Mark Morton ------------------------------------
{ As the fans chatter, āHell Broke Luceā by Tom Waits rips forward drawing a thunderous ovation from the arena which only raises in pitch as the long, lithe form of Matt Knox steps out from the back dressed in his ring gear and an āOdysseyā T-shirt. He stands at the top of the stage for a moment to soak the atmospher in, crooked smirk spreading over his face as he begins to head to the ring.}
Iyo Kenshin: We haven't seen the former World Television Champion since he lost the title.
Rayne: Retirement sure did him good. Wheh I better stop, I'll end up pregnant.
{ As he reaches the squared circle Knox slides in under the bottom rope before rising to his feet in one fluid motion. He takes a moment to run his fingers along the top rope, bringing them to his nose and inhaling deeply before burying his face into the top turnbuckle and inhaling even deeper. He climbs to the middle rope, throwing his arms out and screaming back to the fans before hopping down and motioning for a mic. He motions for his music to cut off, then for silence from the audience before raising the stick.}
Matt Knox: Well, isnāt this nice?
{ Another brief pause before he continues.}
Matt Knox: Here I am, returned after a hundred some odd days of retirement and here you areā¦.screaming your heads off because you like the violent things I do to the violent people who work with meā¦.Probably expecting that list of names and donāt worry. Iāll give them to you right nowā¦
{He walks to the hard cam, eyeing it as he brings his hand up with three fingers raised. He slowly lowers his ring finger.}
Matt Knox: Angel Blake, the only full time IWF talent with a win over meā¦..but suppose iāll need a moment to work up to take what motivating you enough to defeat me, eh? Politics and all thatā¦but let me make one thing clear, since you made the mistake of bringing my name and status up to further your ownā¦Your defeat of me had as much to do with my retirement as a dogās ass has to do with the price of tea in China. Know that your reckless words will be fed back to you, and know they will be bitterā¦
Iyo Kenshin: It appears Matt Knox has returned with a clear purpose.
Rayne: I don't think he's finished either.
{ He drops his middle finger.}
Matt Knox: Stephen Terella. You were the most pugnacious and disrespectful of all the men I defeated here. Talking about destroying me in front of my children, my students. Blaming me for your failures. And when push came to shove, when you had the opportunity to do something about it? You couldnāt. So, should the opportunity arise know this: I will be coming for you, and I will be taking the Invictus Title from you just as I took your pride, and your shot at MY TV titleā¦
{ He smiles, holding up the index finger and wagging it.}
Iyo Kenshin: Caleb Cannin might have something to say about that.
Rayne: Did he beat Matt Knox for that title?
Iyo Kenshin: No.
Rayne: Case closed.
Matt Knox: And now, last but not leaā
{ Before he can finish his sentence "Miami" by Will Smith hits bringing a pop from the crowd that rivaled the ovation The Raven himself received. Pink pyro blasts from the edge of the ramp way as "Marvelous" Mark Morton, clad in pink and black tights with his trademark bleached blonde mullet flowing down his back, steps out on the stage. Mark raises a mic to his lips as the crowd dies down. He begins speaking as he makes his way to the ring.}
Iyo Kenshin: This is not smart.
Rayne: A smart man wouldn't have their hair cut like that.
Mark Morton: Look here hoss, I know this is supposed to be your grand return but if you heard this crowd I guess you know I'm kind of a big deal around here. I been busting my ass around south Florida for nearly 40 years and this is the first time I've had this kind of spotlight on me so with all due respect you need not worry about Blake, Terrella, or whoever else you were about to talk about.
Iyo Kenshin: I didn't think he wants to make it to 40 years in the ring.
{Morton rolls in the ring, keeping his hand clenched around the microphone but appearing to shake slightly as he stares across at a rather bored looking Matthew Knox.}
Rayne: Knox looks like he ate a handful of Ambien.
Mark Morton: You're about to go face to face with a real legend and I ain't gotta paint my face or jab a needle in my ass. This is just another day at the office for you but for me? This is the biggest night of my life. I'm about to take you on a Marvelous tripā¦
{Suddenly, Mark drops like he was shot and as he falls the bright yellow banana known as Nanners stands behind him with a steel chair. Nanners drops the chair and picks up the microphone that Mark dropped. The crowd showers the Mad Banana with a chorus of boos.}
Iyo Kenshin: That rotten banana!
Rayne: I can't believe anyone takes this seriously
Nanners: Yeah Yeah Yeah. Boo till your lungs bleed you banana eating monsters! Thems my babies! I guess you know a lot about illegitimate kids yourself don't you Mr. Pro Wrestling Valor? Well even though you find out about a new bastard on a weekly basis, I claim mine and I'm just doing my best to protect them from you filthy people who just eat them like they ain't got feelings! No more pudding, no more banana bread, none of it! Bananas have feelings too! I should be the one facing you tonight, not this never wasā¦
{ Matthew Knox stands doubly bewildered, tapping the microphone from within itās lax grip against his hip. He chuckles once, bringing the mic up then dropping it as he steps back with his face broken in a full, broad grin.}
Iyo Kenshin: This is going to be bad.
Rayne: Yep.
Matt Knox: My God, you leave for ten secondsā¦
{ And with that he charges forward, nailing Nanners with āA Little Drop of Poisonā before the psycho in the Banana Pajamas could react. Knox picks up the chair, motioning for Nanners to get up before blasting him once more, sending him out of the ring. Knox tosses the chair down, going to the corner and demanding the timekeeper ring the bell. He turns, pulling the shirt off over his head and retrieves the mic, circling the slow to get up Mark Morton.}
Iyo Kenshin: Stay down Mark.
Matt Knox: Biggest night of your career, Marvelous trip? You couldnāt even see the giant fucking freak coming from the cheap seats!
{ He fires a kick into Mortonās ribs that sends the vet rolling. He gets up, swinging wildly at Knox only to be taken down in an arm bar. When itās comfortably cinched in, Matthew raises the mic once more.}
Matt Knox: Forty years and an exhibition against a returning retiree is your summit? Your Zenith? Looks like youāll be disappointing the trailer park tonight, Morton. Now let me finish and I'll make sure you go home under your own power at least.
Iyo Kenshin: I've never in all my years in this sport seen someone wrestle a match while cutting a promo.
Rayne: There's a first time for everything.
{ Knox sets the mic down, wrenching on the arm of Morton for another moment before relenting the hold, paying the golden mullet a kick to the side of the head and retrieving the microphone. He runs a hand through his hair, raising the microphone to his lips.}
Matt Knox: Nick Knightā¦youāre the one now, arenāt you? With Dane Preston cowering and throwing ultimatums involving cowards like JMont? Moves you up, cancels the warm up stage and gets right to work on thā
{He ducks a charging Mark Morton who had gone for a clothesline! Morton bounces off the ropes and is taken over with an arm drag by Knox who steps back, letting Morton get to his feet before firing a roundhouse kick to floor and stun the Marvelous one again before carrying on.}
Matt Knox: Right to work on the punishment. The course correction. Because you, Nick? You took my record here, and you got your shot to do right by that feat. You got the right and the opportunity I missed out on by deciding to go home for awhile..
{ He pauses long enough to nail the wobbling Mark Morton with a superkick, making a point to step on the elbow of the arm he had been working earlier, grinding his heel into the joint to the mixed reactions of the audience.}
Iyo Kenshin: That's the definition of adding insult to injury.
Rayne: This poor old man should just stay down
Matt Knox: And you squandered it. The man even gave you five chances, and you wasted them and so now, for lessening my status and history in the company? I feel that the time has come to waste you andā¦.
{He catches a sudden punch from Morton on the chin! The fans come alive as the hometown hero drives Knox to the ropes with a flurry of blows. He whips the former TV Champion across the ring, going for a dropkick only for Knox to stop short. Morton scrambles up, only to catch a leaping Knee from Knox to the face. Before he can fall back, Knox scoops him onto his shoulders. He lifts the mic while supporting the weight of the vet.}
Matt Knox: Send you Into the Void, Knightā¦and Angel? It wonāt take me more than the one tryā¦
Iyo Kenshin: I think we all know what's coming.
{Knox hits Into the Void on Morton but makes no move to cover, motioning for the ref to count him down.}
Matt Knox: This second book of mine iāve come to write, it starts where it ended last. Where I suffered my last defeat and dared to look mortal like all of you. Now, the man who got lucky with his win that night is too busy pissing his drawers at the thought of my vengeance. So please, when Iāve ran through that locker room AGAIN. Pax to Ulf to Keeton to Angel to Terella to Wraith if he ever stops running? You look to Preston, the stand in, and you thank him for what I am about to do.
Iyo Kenshin: He's very matter of fact about his intentions.
Rayne: Every person he named should be concerned.
{Knox drops the mic as the ref reaches ā10ā, sliding out and heading to the back as āHell Broke Luceā continues playing. Heās met by JC Keeton at the top of the ramp but passes by him without even acknowledging his young friend.}
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Tick Tock
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The room is pitch black except for a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The only sound that can be heard is the heavy breathing of a single person somewhere in the darkness. Suddenly the figure steps into the light, their face obscured by the hood they have raised up over their head. The man clears his throat and then begins to speak softly.
We live in a world where it is rare for anything to last more than two decades, let alone a career. I mean, you drive down the main street of pretty much any city in this country and you will see buildings that were built just ten or fifteen years ago being torn down to make room for some new fast food restaurant or strip mall. Somehow we have built a society as disposable as the paper cups and cardboard fry containers that we get from drive up windows all over America.
One thing that has survived for more than a century is the great sport of professional wrestle. Sure, the sport has evolved from matches with a million rest holds held in smokey boxing arenas like Chicago Stadium to matches with a million high spots held in football stadiums like Allegiant Stadium. No matter where or when the matches were held on the surface it looks like the name of the game has always been the same, pin your shoulders to the canvas for three seconds or make them say I quit, but if you take a closer look the sport that I once loved is gone.
Professional wrestling is no longer about elevating the most talented men and women to the top of the industry, itās about lifting up the most entertaining. It has become a stale and boring soap opera where the same bullshit constantly dominates your televisions, phone screens, and computer monitors. Do you actually think for one second that Angel Blakeās extended family is talented enough to hold every single major championship in this company? I think the fact that every third tweet I see is from one of the Fenix Sisters is a pretty good answer to that question. If itās not, turn on Sacrifice or Odyssey and I guarantee youāre going to be force fed shit recorded in Angelās house until you want to fucking puke.
Donāt think for one second that these are just sour grapes, because Iām getting pretty sick of The Revolution too. Caroline, I love her like a sister, but sheās too fucking nice to be a champion in this business. Sure sheās won the big one, but she doesnāt have that little bit of dog in her that could make her dominant like a Shelly Diamond. Danger is no fucking better, because he is so hung up on being the nice guy that he forgets what this whole game is about. Nick Iāve spent months of my life training you to be better, now Iām going to give the best piece of advice that I can, turn into an asshole. Fuck being a nice guy and start doing whatever it takes to win your damn matches.
Since Iām handing out advice Iāve got some for my buddy JJ, stop being a selfish prick. You knew that your heart was fucked up when you stepped inside of the ring with me back in Japan, but you did it anyway. You damn near made your kids orphans, because you felt like you needed to be chasing something. Itās no wonder your wife was screwing around behind your back while you were on the road, but I think you know that already. Thatās why you havenāt been returning my calls or texts the past couple of weeks.
The only member of The Revolution that still has any balls is Fiona, and even sheās starting to go soft. Fi youāre never going to get anywhere taking RAM under your wings and trying to teach him right from wrong. Trust me, life has kicked him pretty fucking hard in the balls, and that gives you a really skewed view on things. My advice is to keep him out of trouble until his probation is over and then send him out to LA, where I can teach him what it takes to go to the next level because the talent is there.
Those are things that might help a person here or a person there, but itās not going to save professional wrestling. If we are going to save the sport that I once loved we are going to have to burn it to the ground and build something new atop the ashes. I know that the establishment will fight me at every turn, but I will stand alone and knock it down brick by brick if I must because it must topple into a pile of rubble. If Angel Blake is going to be the man sitting at the top of the mountain it is long past time that we knock the motherfucking mountain down.
Knight reaches up and smacks the hanging lightbulb.
Tick tock, the end is nigh
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1500 Word Max John Blade vs Gregor Winter ------------------------------------ Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first from the MOD Island, he is āThe Modern Day Vikingā Gregor Winter!!!
{The arena goes pitch black as the guitar and drum entrance of O Fortuna begins to play over the PA. Suddenly the lights come at the fifty-eight second mark as the guttural scream of lyrics begins. The big man slowly makes his way to the ring ignoring the crowd, some of which are covering their ears from the almost painful to listen to entrance music. Once he reaches the ring he climbs up onto the apron facing the hard camera as silver flames shoot high into the air from the ring posts.}
Rayne: We all were treated to a big surprise at High Stakes when Gregor Winter returned to participate as a part of the Roulette match.
Iyo Kenshin: I was shocked, since he was supposed to have been banned from IWF for life.
Rayne: I actually took the time to ask everyoneās favorite IWF attorney Huntington L. Powell IV, and he said that it was technically The Church of Crosse that was banned from IWF. Since The Church of Crosse is no more Gregor is allowed to return.
Iyo Kenshin: It all seems kind of suspicious to me
{Gregor steps between the ropes and stares at the opposite side of the ring, where John Blade is waiting for the bell to ring.}
Alison Valance: His opponent already in the ring John Blade!!!
{Tommy Knockers calls for the bell and the two men step into the center of the ring and lock up. They fight for position until Winter is able to use his height advantage and lock on a snug headlock, before taking the thicker man to canvas. Showing a little bit of mat wrestling skill Blade uses a head scissors to escape the headlock, but Gregor surprises āThe Doctor of Thuganomicsā by flipping into a jack knife like pin. Knockers drops to the canvas to make the countā¦
ONEā¦
TWOā¦
THRā¦}
Iyo Kenshin: I think John Blade was a little bit surprised at the agility of Winter there.
Rayne: I donāt think thereās a person in this arena that wasnāt surprised. It looks like losing all of that weight has done good things for the game of āThe Modern Day Viking.ā
{The two men get back to their feet and John Blade instantly begins laying in hard right jabs to the jaw of Winter that has the head of the MOD rocked, but John goes to the well one too many times and the big Viking catches him with a brutal headbutt. Blade is on spaghetti legs as Gregor whips him across the ring before nearly decapitating him with a big boot. Quickly following up, Winter lifts John up looking for The MODifier, but Blade escapes and shoved Gregor into the ropes looking for an O'Connor Rollā¦
ONEā¦
Winter kicks out with authority!!!}
Iyo Kenshin: That might be the most technical move we've ever seen from John Blade.
Rayne: Too bad he picked a terrible time to do it. A monster of a man like Gregor Winter you need to beat them down to have a prayer of winning with a simple roll up.
{A very angry Viking gets to his feet and before Blade has a chance to react he is beheaded by a discus lariat. Winter then lifts his wobbly legged friend up onto his shoulder and plants him skull first with The MODifier. Gregor hooks the legā¦
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!}
Iyo Kenshin: A big return win for the former TV Champion.
Rayne: It's going to be interesting to see what the big man has planned in the coming weeks, but I have to think that a date with the winner of tonight's main event is in his future.
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Make things better
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{The lights in the arena dim and the arena quickly falls silent, anticipation building as the crowd waits for what they can only assume to be the entrance that would kick off the next match. Suddenly, "IāM NOT AN OUTCASTā blasts throughout the arena as the sound of "MissUnderstood" by New Years Day blares over the speakers, causing the crowd to erupt in cheers as Brooklyn emerges from backstage, her face etched with determination.
Pausing only for a moment at the top of the ramp, she made her way down to the ring, her eyes scanning the crowd, soaking up the energy from the cheering fans. Brooklyn stepped into the ring and grabbed the mic, looking out at the sea of faces, taking in the energy and love that they were giving to her. Brooklyn smiled, pausing for a moment to collect her thoughts before speaking.}
"Last week at High Stakes, I lost to Jennie Fenix in a hard-fought match," {Brooklyn began, her voice clear and steady.} "Probably the hardest fought match Iāve had in a good long while, but I'm not here to make excuses about the results. What I am here for is to say thank you to every single person who cheered me on that night, and all of you whoāve supported me throughout the ups and downs of my career."
{The crowd roared in response, showing their love for the former champion.}
"Thank you," {she said, her voice filled with emotion.} "Thank you all. Listen, I may not have come out on top at High Stakes and taken home that title, but I feel like I've won something even more important - the love and support of each and every one of you."
{The crowd erupts back into cheers, and Brooklyn pauses to let the noise die down before continuing.}
"I know how this all sounds. It probably looks like Iām hanging it up and going away again. But, I want you all to know that I'm not going anywhere. I'm still here, and I'm still fightingā {Brooklyn continued.} āI want all of you to know that I'm here for you. Whether you're a fan of mine or not, I'm here to entertain you and put on the best show possible. Win or lose."
{Brooklyn then turned her attention to the other women in the division, addressing them directly.}
"Now, to the other women out back, I want to say how proud I am of each and every one of you," {Brooklyn said.} "You've worked tirelessly to carry this division, and you've done an incredible job and done amazing things. I may not be your Women's World Champion, but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in helping you continue to grow and develop as wrestlers. Weāre in this together, ladies!"
{The crowd erupts in applause, showing their appreciation for Brooklyn's words.}
"I'll do whatever it takes to see the Women's Division here in IWF taken even higher, to the level it deserves to be!" {Brooklyn declares, her voice full of determination.} "And I know that together, we can make it happen. Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart."
{Brooklyn lowers the microphone to a chorus of cheers. Though she had a smile on her face, itās clear that Brooklyn is determined to keep fighting, no matter what the future holds, when the Tron comes on to Jess Fowler.}
Jess Fowler: I was personally moved by your comments, Brooklyn. With the injury of CHE and the vacant Queen's Gambit case... I will be awarding it to you.
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WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Jennie Fenix vs Latoya Hixx
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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 crowd is in an absolute uproar as soon as the opening line of āSweet But Psychoā by Ava Max rings throughout the speakers! }
Iyo Kenshin: What a war Jennie had at High Stakes against Brooklyn Madrox! There is no doubt that people believed Brooklyn was looking strong to upset the champion, but Jennie persevered! Andā
Rayne: She stole a win, Iyo, thereās no other way to say it. Brooklyn should be the one coming out as the IWF Womenās World Champion, but Jennie got a handful of tights!
Iyo Kenshin: It was a clean pin, Rayne.
Rayne: Letās check that camera footage again.
Iyo Kenshin: Nevertheless, Jennie isā what the?
{ The spotlight hits center stage, and Jennie comes out from behind the curtainsā¦in a pair of rollerblades! She has two of her titles around her waist, and overlapping each other, and the IWF Womenās World Championship over her shoulder. Sheās sporting one of her beanies; other than that, she is dressed for action! She waves out to the audience as she comes onto the stage. }
Rayne: Is this all a joke to her?! Rollerblades?! Are you freaking kidding me?!
Iyo Kenshin: It is always fun to find out what Jennie is going to do next!
{ Jennie holds the title against her shoulder, but leans forward as gravity takes over when she hits the ramp! She goes at a higher speed down the ramp, but turns slightly to one side where she stretches her free hand out and the fans help her come to a stop! }
Jennie Fenix: Gratzi! Gratzi!
{ The padding outside of the ring proves to be too difficult for Jennie to rollerblade on, so she gives that awkward walk around the ring and still mingles with as many of the crowd as she can until she reaches the timekeeper section. The crew gives her a chair to sit down on, and she hands the IWF Womenās World Championship to one of the crew members, and then starts unfastening the rollerblades, but stops again to wave to the audience. }
Rayne: This is so unprofessional.
Iyo Kenshin: There is nothing wrong with it, Rayne.
{ Jennie finishes getting the rollerblades off and then holds up a foot, wiggling her toes from under her socks for a couple of seconds before finally raising a hand as if to gesture for the audience to give her another moment. The timekeeper hands her a bag, and she brings out a pair of Vans and holds them up so the audience can guess as to what sheās doing. She puts on the shoes, and finally stands upā¦she takes the title back. }
Jennie Fenix: Thank ya, kindly!
{ She takes a microphone, and then rushes the ring apron, jumping up so she lands on one knee on the ring apron; she pulls on the top rope to pull herself back up to a standing position and then steps between the ropes, unable to contain herself as she shakes her hips a little while finally getting into the ring. The crowd is absolutely deafening as Jennie stands inside of the ring with a microphone in her hand, and two of her titles strapped to her waist, and the third, the IWF Womenās World Championship, against her shoulder. She waits for several seconds, knowing that the crowd noise isnāt going to die down anytime soon. She circles a couple of times while raising the microphone. }
Jennie Fenix: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, WADE COUNTY!
{ The crowd gets even louder as the camera flashes throughout the crowd as a number of #3 Heat jerseys are being shown off in the audience. }
Jennie Fenix: I gotta sayā¦ Iām digging the energy.
{ Jennie nods while the crowd is still going crazy. }
Jennie Fenix: How ābout High Stakes?
{ A huge pop from the crowd! }
Jennie Fenix: I mean, all of the ACTION! The absolute CARNAGE! From start to finish! And as big as the Roulette is, yāknow what I think stole the show? ME and BROOKLYN!
{ The crowd roars from this announcement, as well as chants of āRE-MATCHā in cadence breaking out amongst them. }
Jennie Fenix: Brooklyn came out to fight! She came out swinging! And if I wanna speak one-hundred percent honestly, I think she was mere seconds away from walking out as the new IWF Womenās World Champion, butā¦I also came to fight. I also came to tear the roof down! I also came to defend my title! I also came with a chip on my shoulder, and something to prove! But the worst part about that? THAT CHIP IS STILL THERE! Yāsee, thereās not enough people talking about meā¦ thereās not enough people that are putting my name with the likes of Shelly Diamond, with the likes of Brooklyn, with the likes of Rowan, with the likes of Tara, with the likes of Eternity! There are too many people that are still looking at me, and Iām telling you right now, theyāre probably going to come at me and tell me something like Iām just a transitional championā¦
{ Jennie snickers as the roars are starting to die down. }
Jennie Fenix: Transitionalā Iām not going to rewind and tell you that I didnāt view myself as a champion until I defeated Shelly Diamond, Iām merely going to tell you what the record books say: I was recognized as the champion since NOVEMBER! NOVEMBER! Iāve already surpassed my sisterās own reignā¦ one-hundred-thirty-one days! ONE-HUNDRED-THIRTY-ONE DAYS, I have been recognized as the champion, so I think I kinda break free from that whole ātransitionalā phaseā¦ donātāchya?
{ The crowd pops again in agreement with Jennie, and she nods her head again, her own confidence raising. }
Jennie Fenix: But there are still people out there that think this title is going to be theirs. There are still people out there that think theyāre going to dethrone me. You all called it, and Iām down for it whenever the time is right: REMATCH! Brooklyn can come and have a round two with me! People like Sorcha Wrynn thoughā¦think that sheās going to take this title from me at Night of the Immortals! NOPE! Thatās why I want you, honey, to watch this match closely. Because this isnāt going to be like the war I had with Shelly, or the war I had with Brooklyn. This is just going to beā¦ a massacre, because other people still think theyāre going to take this title from me. People likeā Latoya Hixxā¦
{ Jennie looks toward the curtains. }
Jennie Fenix: Iām going to sound a little bit like a broken record, but Iām not holding this title hostage! So if you really think that you are going to be the one to take this title from me, Iām readyā Iām willingā to take on any and every challenger that wants to come my way! BUT! Tonight, the shot goes to Latoya Hixx, so Latoya! YOU ARE THE NEXT CONTESTANT! COME ON! DOWWWWWWWNNNNNNN!!!!!
{ Jennie tosses the microphone out of the ring, and walks to the far end where she takes off her other two titles and hands all three to another crew member. She then gets into a battle stance, waiting for the arrival of her challenger. }
Rayne: With any luck, Latoya will beat Jennie Fenix here tonight and put an end to this insanity. If Jennie wants more people to mention her name in the same breath as women like Rowan, Eternity and Shelly Diamond; maybe she should start carrying herself like a champion instead of like a three year old.
Iyo Kenshin: That was unnecessarily harsh.
{ "Sky's The Limit" hits. Latoya Hixx comes out onto the stage and grooves a little bit. She takes both of her hands in covered it up and dip toe her pose and lifts up her blue sunglasses and hands them to her fans and walks straight down and over the ring and hops on it and she holds onto the ropes and bend over and show them her Boss Knuckles and she gets inside of the ring, ready to square off against Jennie Fenix. }
Iyo Kenshin: We're about to see if Latoya Hixx has what it takes to become a champion. She has declared herself the blueprint for the women's division, and this is her opportunity to make her argument for that between those ropes.
Rayne: She didn't rollerblade to the ring, or juggle her way down the aisleā¦ which is a solid start in my book. Iyo, everyone is also overlooking the fact that Jennie Fenix has been through some wars lately. Her body has to be hurting, and Latoya is well-versed in submissions. She can lock in that crossface of her's from a lot of different positions.
{ The referee for this contest, Jessica Andrews, calls for the opening bell. }
Ding!
{ The two women feel each other out in the opening seconds of the match. They lock up, and eventually Latoya is able to use her strength to drive Jennie back against the ropes. The official calls for a clean break. Latoya backs off with her hands up before drilling Jennie with a closed fist. Hixx takes Fenix over with a snapmare, followed up by a stiff kick to the back of Jennie's head. Latoya runs the ropes, with Jennie still in a seated position, and Hixx strikes with a meteora! Latoya secures Jennie s legs, pinning her to the canvas! The referee slides into position for a countā¦ }
One!
Tw-!!
No!!!
{ The champion kicks out! Confidentially still in control, the challenger throws another punch Jennie's way while Fenix is attempting to get up. Latoya slams Jennie's face into her knee, and the blow to the nose blurs the champion's vision. Latoya takes a moment to pose for the crowd. }
Iyo Kenshin: Jennie Fenix's title reign is starting to feel like it may be in some jeopardy here in Miami!
Rayne: Those knees of Hixx have been unregistered weapons!
Iyo Kenshin: The challenger may be wasting valuable time showboating to the crowd, though.
{ Hixx lifts Jennie up with two handfuls of hair and shoots her into the ropes. Latoya goes for a big clothesline, but Jennie ducks it! Fenix bounces off the ropes on the other side, and Latoya turns to be taken down by a Spinning Headscissors from Jennie! Fenix fires up to the crowd's delight! The champion backs her challenger into the corner with a couple of closed fists. Jennie whips Latoya into the opposite corner and starts into a Handspring Back Elbow, which she then Transitions into a Bulldog! Jennie goes for a cover! The referee slides into position for a count!... }
One!
Tw-!!
No!!!
{ Hixx kicks out of the pin attempt! Jennie wastes little time going back on the offensive, however. She grabs Latoya's arms and looks to the crowd, and the crowd answers Jennie with a roar! Fenix starts dishing out some Arm Trap Head Stomps to Latoya as the fans count along to ten! Fenix puts some extra muster on the final stomp. }
Iyo Kenshin: There may be no one in this building more thankful that Jennie took those rollerblades off than Latoya Hixx in this moment, Rayne.
Rayne: I hate this. I hate everything about this. I hate you for bringing it up again, Iyo.
Iyo Kenshin: Fenix lifting Latoya Hixx off the canvasā¦ this could beā¦
{ Just as Iyo calls it, Jennie starts to deliver "Three Wishes" on Latoya Hixx! Fenix continues her push with the momentum, bringing Hixx up and planting her with the Djinn Driver! Jennie has a cover and the referee slides into position for the count!... }
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{ Jessica Andrews calls for the bell. "Sweet But Psycho" hits. }
Iyo Kenshin: Jennie Fenix continues her quest to cement her name and face on the Mount Rushmore of Women's Champions in this company's history with a win over Latoya Hixx!
Rayne: Great. Can you see the thrilled all over my face? Next week maybe we can look forward to her being shot out of a cannon into the ring, or something equally absurd. Let's just start writing people's names on the titles in crayon. That'll be fun.
{ The referee raises Jennie's arm in victory. Fenix climbs the second turnbuckle, holding her belt high above her head and pointing to the crowd. }
Winner: Jennie Fenix by pinfall.
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{ We come back from the break to Willy Carter in the IWF interview area, cleverly wearing a football helmet. }
Willy Carter: Willy Carter here hoping to get a word with Angel Blake after earlier tonight!
{ Angel comes walking into the shot, both titles over the shoulders of his form fitting three piece suit. }
Willy Carter: Angel! Please if I could get a word with you?
{ Angel stops, adjusting the sunglasses that are covering his eyes. }
Willy Carter: At High Stakes, your son, Dean Harper won the Roulette earning a shot at you at Night of The Immortals. Can we get your thoughts on your next challenger?
{ Angel regards Willy for a moment as Willy makes sure his football helmet is secure. And then turns and looks directly into the camera, the sunglasses obstructing his eyes and his real thoughts. He simply smiles before turning and walking away. }
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MAIN EVENT
WORLD TELEVISION TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
1500 Word Max
Caleb Cannin (C) vs RAM vs Nick Danger
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"This progam has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down..."
{ will.i.am's "Geekin'" begins playing as Ram hops into the picture, and as pyro goes off around him he pretends to do the famous Buster Sword "victory" pose before heading down to ringside. While he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, he takes a moment or two to look around and admire the gathering around him before stepping inside the ring. }
Iyo Kenshin: We've got a good one to end things on folks but these three young stars better make it quick, we're being told that due to the Matt Knox and Angel Blake segments running long we've only got around seven minutes for our main event.
Rayne: That's plenty of time for The Future to prevail yet again.
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, your Odyssey main event is set for one fall or TV time remaining and is for the IWF World Television Championship! Introducing first, from Watauga, Texas, weighing in at 225 poundsā¦ R.A. Marshall!
Iyo Kenshin: Coming off of High Stakes, RAM left empty-handed but heās got a good shot at the Television title here tonight!
Rayne: This kid gets chance after chance to prove himself and he hasnāt been able to reach the top of the mountain. When you throw this lowlife in the ring with a superstar like Caleb Cannin, itās not going to be a pretty sight!
{ "Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood comes on the speaker and red smoke follows on the entrance ramp . Nick Danger walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire having a determined look on his face he makes his way down the entrance taking off his leather jacket, tossing it to fan and giving them high fives. Nick climbs the steel steps then climbs the top turnbuckle and sees his fans saying "Rising Ace" he jumps inside the ring and gets ready for the match to start. }
Alison Valance: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 198 poundsā¦ Nick Danger!
Rayne: Seeing two tag partners go at it is always a lovely sight to see, isnāt it, Iyo?
Iyo Kenshin: The Striking Unit have had some ups and downs, but tonight will be a real test of their partnership!
{The opening riff of āEpicā greets the audience as Caleb Cannin walks onto the entrance stage. He smiles devilishly as he makes a confident stride down the ramp. He reaches the steel steps, glaring at any fans in the front. Making a careful ascent up the steps, he wipes his feet on the apron before setting foot in the ring. He ditches the jacket and towel, tossing them at a poor ring attendant.}
Alison Valance: And from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 219 pounds, he is the IWF World Television Championā¦ āThe Futureā Caleb Cannin!
Rayne: Undefeated AND undisputed, Caleb Cannin is quickly becoming a main event staple in IWF!
Iyo Kenshin: This will be Canninās first main event in some time. You wouldnāt be able to tell with the way he showboats around, but letās see if the champion can hold onto his title tonight!
{ All three men take to a respective corner as the bell rings. RAM and Danger slowly begin to size each other up while Cannin watches on. The two partners exchange some words as an excited Cannin cheers them on. As both men cock back a fist, they instead turn their attention to the champion and deliver double kicks to the chest. With Cannin sent reeling, RAM opts to take the first shot against Danger. Hard forearms are sent back and forth between Marshall and Danger, ending with Danger ducking a strike and hitting a Pele Kick. RAM uses the ropes to rebound and rushes Danger. The Rising Ace dodges again, but RAM hits the other side of the ropes and comes back for a brutal dropkick. Danger is sent down to the mat, only to be pulled to the outside by Caleb Cannin. Cannin pulls the hair and hurls Nick into the guardrail, hitting the back of his head on the steel. }
Rayne: Cannin took advantage and is now getting the opportunity to make this a one-on-one affair!
Iyo Kenshin: But if we know anything about Nick Danger, itās that he wonāt stay down for long!
{ The champion slides into the ring to meet his younger challenger. Cannin bobs and weaves a few of RAMās punches, but still gets hit with some blows. He cinches a waistlock on Marshall, switching around to the back. After RAM breaks the hold, Cannin sends a hard slap across the face of the challenger. RAM seethes with fury as Cannin goads him on. He slides out of the ring as the whiz kid makes chase. Before RAM inevitably catches up to Cannin, Danger pops up from behind the guardrail, throwing caution to the wind and hitting a Rise and Fall forearm off the railing! Cannin dodges out of the way in time, allowing Danger to crash onto RAM. With his other challenger now out of commission, Cannin once again grabs the hair and chucks Danger back into the ring. As Cannin slides under the bottom rope, Danger hits a curb stomp onto the champion! He covers!
ONEā¦
TWOā¦
Kick-out from Cannin!
With no time to waste, Danger heads to the ropes as a dazed Cannin tries getting back to his feet. Danger hops up on the ropes, looking to spring off for a Legacy Cutter, but Cannin hooks the legs and raises Danger up in an electric chair. After holding him up for a moment, Cannin drops Danger forward as he sticks out his leg, hitting a gigantic Cup Check! }
Iyo Kenshin: Once again, Caleb Cannin goes downstairs to try and win!
Rayne: But itās no disqualification, Iyo, so itās perfectly legal!
Iyo Kenshin: Right, just like all those other times were?
{ Danger holds his groin as Cannin tries to lock in Clairvoyance. The challenger puts up a fight, not wanting to give up his arm to The Future. Before he can fully lock in the submission, RAM comes in and plants Caleb to the mat with a Saito suplex! RAM gives a quick nod to Danger before hoisting the champion up into a powerbomb position. Danger scales the turnbuckles before diving off, hitting Cannin with a Fall into Danger! Both men quickly try to go for a cover, but instead find themselves in a standoff. For a moment, they give each other a knowing glance before shrugging and engaging in an all-out hockey brawl! RAM gets the better of Danger this time, backing up the Rising Ace against the ropes. He proceeds to go for the 14 strikes that lead up to the Omnislash, but Danger falls to the outside before he can finish the sequence. Undeterred, Marshall bounces off the ropes and dives over the top rope, landing on Danger! Before either man can pull off another maneuver, Cannin crawls up onto the top turnbuckle. He gives a look to the crowd and points at his two opponents on the outside. The crowd initially approve, but instantly jeer the champion as he gives the double bird and hops down onto the apron. He runs on the apron and dives off onto RAM and Danger with a Cannin-ball! All three men are down on the outside, taking a moment to rise back up! A clock appears in the corner of the screen showing 60 seconds.}
Iyo Kenshin: We're under a minute and all three men are down outside!
Rayne: And the match can't end there it's not falls count anywhere, it has to end inside the ring.
{ The champion and RAM are the first to their feet, Marshall ducks a wild swing from Cannin and the 18 year old gives the signal then begins rapidly punching and kicking away bringing the fans to a fever pitch as they know what that leads to. RAM lifts Caleb into a cutthroat torture rack turned into a fallaway slam.}
Iyo Kenshin: Omnislash! Get him in the ring RAM! 30 seconds!
Rayne: You're not being very impartial.
Iyo Kenshin: You never are.
{ As Marshall grabs Cannin to pull him to his feet and roll him into the ring he eats a huge Ace Trigger from the other half of The Striking Unit causing RAM to drop Cannin. Danger then grabs his partner and throws him under the bottom rope into the ring. Nick leaps to the apron, waits for RAM to stand then leaps off connecting with Rise and Fall! RA Marshall drops like he was shot. }
Iyo Kenshin: Danger! Danger! Danger! Nick Danger is about to become World Television Champion!
Rayne: He's got seven seconds to blow it.
{ Nick glances at the clock on the tron and almost freezes up for a split second before covering RAM. The referee drops down to count.
ONE
TWO
THRā¦ .
DING DING DING!
The bell sounds and Nick jumps up overwhelmed by emotion raising his arms in the air but the ref quickly jerks them down pointing at his wrist to explain that time had expired before his arm dropped the third time. The show comes to a close as the IWF logo appears in the corner of the screen and the final scene is a heartbroken Nick Danger dropping to his knees while a smug Caleb Cannin grabs his belt from the time keepers table and holds up two fingers about half an inch apart telling Danger he was "That close!" }
Iyo Kenshin: What an ending! Caleb Cannin is still World Television Champion somehow and the whole damn world feels for Nick Danger right now. We're out of time! See you in two weeks when we're back for another episode of Odyssey!
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