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Post by Eddie D. on Jun 7, 2023 0:43:34 GMT
{ The crowd is already abuzz inside of the SAP Center in San Diego, California. The opening shot shows the ring with a cardboard cutout in a square with an opening in the center, and a playful banner arching over each side. }
Vasco Dias: Welcome to Sacrifice, everyone, and no, your eyes are not deceiving you⌠This is ridiculous, Terri! Absolutely ridiculous!
{ Another voice chimes in from beyond the commentators, and is clear to hear that it is none other than the former IWF Womenâs World Champion, Jennie FenixâŚsheâs nowhere to be seen, but two sock puppets that are in the center of the stage are poking out. }
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): Can you believe weâre here, Jorvik?! I always dreamed of being in the IMPERIAL WRESTLING FEDERATION!
{ The sock does a slow circle to look out at the whole audience that is cheering. In the same tone, Jennie resumes. }
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik): Can you believe I forgot to wear PANTS?!
{ Jennie changes her tone to imitate the other sock. }
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): YOUâRE NOT WEARING PANTS?! This is a KIDS SHOW!
Vasco Dias: For Godsâ sake, Terri, theyâre socks! They canât wear pants!
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik): Oiii, but youâre not wearing pants either!
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): Iâm not?
{ âJorvikâ shakes his head, and âTequilhaâ gives a look of shock at the nearby camera that zooms in on her face. }
Jennie Fenix: (Tequilha): BLIMEY! They can see mah knickers?!
{ The crowd is going crazy with hollering and hooting from the show thus far. A voice suddenly chimes out as Eddie D. stomps his way out onto the stage. }
Eddie D: Thatâs enough! Thatâs enough of this!
{ Jennie pokes her head out from the center of the cardboard cutout. }
Eddie D: You! You, young lady! You get out of the ring this instant!
Jennie Fenix: NO!
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): Whoâs dat?!
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik): I donât quite know, but⌠is he here for us?!
Eddie D: Donât make me get security!
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik): BRING IT ON, MATE! Iâll take you with mah hands tied behind mah back!
Eddie D: You wanna go?! DO YOU WANNA GO?!
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik): OI, I AINâT HERE FOR JUST TALKING!
{ A third sock suddenly comes out from the cardboard. }
Mystery Person (Sherman): WHATâS ALL THE COMMOTION?!
{ Eddie blinks several times. }
Eddie D: Whoâs in there with you?
{ Allen Chaney pokes his head out and waves at Eddie. }
Allen Chaney (Sherman): Nameâs Sherman, my man! Who are you?!
Eddie D: Iâm Eddie. Iâm in charge hereâ
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): He only thinks heâs in charge.
Eddie D: IâM! IN! CHARGE!
Allen Chaney (Sherman): If you have to tell us youâre in charge, are you really in charge?
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik): That is a very good point!
Eddie D: I am going to give you to the COUNT OF TEN!
Jennie Fenix (Jorvik) & Allen Chaney (Sherman): OR WHAT?!
Eddie D: Orâ so help meâ I will come down there and drag you both out of the ring!
{ Eddie is seething on the stage as Jennieâs voices overlap, along with Allen, as the two are cackling over the idea of Eddie coming down to the ring. The crowd boos when Eddie is soon joined on stage by Randon Hayes who whispers something to Eddie, and Eddie nods in agreement until Randon raises his own microphone. }
Randon Hayes: Alright, Jennieâ
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): Itâs Tequilha.
Randon Hayes: ⌠TequilhaâŚ
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): And Jorvik!
Randon Hayes: ⌠Jorvik⌠Okayâ
Allen Chaney (Sherman): SHERMAN!
Randon Hayes: Okay! OKAY! What is it that we can do for you? What is it that you want? These fansâ {Randon gestures to the audience.} âcame here for a show, and you are disrupting them from watching their show!
{ The crowd gives one of the strangest chants in the history of professional wrestling⌠}
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Crowd: KEEP! THE! SOCKS!
Jennie Fenix (Tequilha): SHERMAN, JORVIK! THEY LOVE US! Maybe weâll get hired to replace that bloke over there!
{ The camera takes a quick shot at Vasco Dias who shakes his head frantically. Terri chuckles. }
Terri Morasco: Itâd be a more pleasant company.
Vasco Dias: They canât! They wouldnât!
Randon Hayes: Weâll talk about that another time, alright? Alright! Jennieâ what is it that we can do to get you out of that ring, and let the show go on?
Jennie Fenix: Well, yâsee, Randon⌠as the former IWF Womenâs World Champion, I do believe I have it in my contract that I am entitled to a REMATCH! For the title⌠that I lost⌠a chance to, yâknow, redeem myself! And, yâknow, we havenât had the best track record for granting champions their rematch clause and so Iâm just here to ensure that Iâm going to GETâ MYâ REMATCH!
{ The crowd cheers loud at the idea of a Brooklyn Madrox and Jennie Fenix for a third confrontation. }
Jennie Fenix: Against! BROOKLYN! MADROX!
{ The crowd continues going crazy at the mention of it. Eddie and Randon seem to discuss strategy with one another whilst Jennie, Allen, Tequilha, Jorvik, and Sherman are all talking amongst themselves. }
Randon Hayes: If we agree, you are going to leave the ring without a fuss? You are going to let our crew take down thatâ that contraption, and you are going to let the rest of Sacrifice go on without a hitch?
{ The socks, Jennie, and Allen all exchange glances, and then all in unison, they nod. }
Jennie Fenix: Yes.
{ Randon and Eddie take a deep breath. Eddie nods to Randon, and Randon raises his microphone to answer. }
Randon Hayes: Then consider your rematch GRANTED!
{ The crowd cheers. }
Randon Hayes: At Bloody Assizes, we will see JENNIE FENIX! Taking on! BROOKLYN MADROX! For the IWF WOMENâS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
{ The crowd's cheers are almost deafening at this point. }
Randon Hayes: Are you happy now?!
Jennie Fenix: YES!
Randon Hayes: So⌠get out of the ring!
Jennie Fenix: Okay, okay, butâ
Eddie D: WE HAD A DEAL!
Jennie Fenix: No, no, no, I know, but you justâ yâknow⌠you gotta just gimme a minute.
Eddie D & Randon Hayes: Why?
Jennie Fenix: Iâm not wearing pants.
Terri Morasco: Oh, my!
Vasco Dias: OH, COME ON!
{ Allen smiles cheekily as the crowd gasps while letting out a suggestive âoooooâ. Eddie and Randon donât look pleased at all by the announcement, as all of the socks disappear and Jennie is clearly fumbling underneath the cardboard for something. }
Randon Hayes: Cut to commercial! CUT TO COMMERCIAL!
{ The scene cuts to a commercial, and then the official opening of SACRIFICE! }
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Show Opener
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{ The show opener for Friday Night Sacrifice plays to the theme of IOU by Five Finger Death Punch showing clips of all the current champions as well as some of the biggest stars in IWF currently. As the show opening tag for Sacrifice comes to an end we are brought to the commentary booth with Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco. }
Vasco Dias: Well now that that craziness has washed over us like a cold wave in Cape Cod... It's Tuesday night, you know what that means!
Terri Morasco: It's IWF SACRIFICE!!!
Vasco Dias: We are happy to be here on our new night, Tuesdays!
Terri Morasco: Absolutely and in honor of that we have a match so big we could only fit one other match on the card!
Vasco Dias: That's right, Terri! Tonight the Joker in the Pack will be crowned!
Terri Morasco: Whoever climbs the ladder and grabs that brief case has a guarantied shot at any title in the IWF!
Vasco Dias: But before we get to the main event the newly crowned IWF World Television Champion, Nick Danger will be defending his title!
Terri Morasco: Ace Sky looks to capture his first IWF gold tonight but will Nick Danger continue to show the heart that got him the World tv title in the first place!?
Vasco Dias: We're going to find out! But before that we are going to hear from another one of our new champions, The Invictus Champion, Matthew Knox!
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SEGMENT
Who's the man?
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{ âThe Manâ by The Killers blares forth to the confusion of the audience in attendance, until Matthew Knox steps out onto the stage adorned in in a red suit, black shirt, red tie and red and black wingtips to tie it all together. He opens the suit jacket, revealing the Invictus title around his waist. As the song plays he strides confidently to the ring, two-stepping down the ramp and slapping hands in a harsh departure from his usual entrance.
Matthew steps into the ring as the chorus of the song hits, Matthew stands and finds a corner to stand upon the second rope and hold the Invictus title over his head. He hops down, going to the opposite corner and repeating before motioning for a microphone. He spends an extra moment enjoying the music and soaking in the love before motioning for both to cut out, which they do. The fans much less so than the music. }
Matt Knox: To quote that great song you just heard, that used to belong to someone I beat into retirementâŚâŚ..Whoâs the man?
{ A toothy grin on his face as the fans pop, a small âYouâre the manâ chant breaks out which draws a chuckle from the Invictus Champion. }
Matt Knox: See, Iâve decided that given all my recent success here - well, constant success really - that I ought to start acting a little bitâŚ.more. If that makes sense? See, Iâve now held two of the three singles titles available here. Iâm the second longest reigning TV champion - or second most defenses? I forget.
{ He shrugs, shifting the Invictus title on his shoulder before continuing. }
Matt Knox: To win that title, I ended a two hundred plus day reignâŚjust like this one. This Invictus title, that is now the most important title in IWF - how, you ask? Well, letâs do some math hereâŚ.In the past year, year and a half weâve had whatâŚ.Three world champions? Wraith, Keeton, then the current jackass. I ask you, how can a title thatâs changed hands as much as the TV title, the B title - No offense, Nick - really be that prestigious?
{ A pause, a smirk spreading over his face. }
Matt Knox: Hell, there have been three times as many IWF World Champions as IWF Talent that have beaten me in this ring. Maybe Iâm the biggest prize? Hell, I think so, And what did it take to defeat me here, anyway? Aside from Dane Preston catching me right as my body and spirit gave out, that isâŚ
{ He finds the hard camera, staring into it a moment before adding }
Matt Knox: It took a âGod.âto beat me, and he barely got it done. Only makes sense thenâŚthat I act like the Devil you people in the back paint me as to correct that error. Just like I corrected the Error of Stephen Terrella being a champion. Like i corrected the Error of Nick Knight thinking he could rise above his stationâŚ.
{ He takes in a deep breath, a chuckle escaping him. }
Matt Knox: Rebuilding a company in oneâs image is not easy workâŚ.but itâs not impossible. Iâve proven time, and time again that when i say Iâm going to do something? I fucking do it. So Iâm saying here, and now: By the end of my Invictus Title Reign, should there be an end? Angel Blake will only be known as the âguy who beat Matt Knox onceâ....
{ A pause }
Matt Knox: And it will be the most prestigious thing to his big-fish-small-pond name. So letâs move on to the near future. Tonight, the Joker in the pack will show himself. And like I said on the bird appâŚitâs people I beat versus people I could beat versus JC KeetonâŚwho I could probably also beat. Standing out to me though, Is Allen ChaneyâŚ
{ Knox finds the camera, smirking now as he lifts a finger, wagging it at the lens. }
Matt Knox: People like you only serve to reinforce my ego, AllenâŚsee when you signed up, and it was at the hip of Jenne Fenix. An adjacent participant to the rotting tree thats roots are strangling this company. I thought, arrogantly, this guy was totally signed to do something about me. And in your first promo back from vacation - which, amazing that you took one so quick - there you areâŚ
{ Knox smiles into the camera, leaning over the top rope. He adjusts the Invictus title. }
Matt Knox: Iâll keep it simple AlâŚcan I call you Al? Youâre Al now. You want what I got? You think I need to be humbled, and think youâre hard enough to do it? You?
{ He chuckled, shaking his head. }
Matt Knox: No wonder they call you The ComedianâŚ.saying clown shit like that. You do make me laugh, Funny ManâŚ
{ Another loud chuckle, and he pushes off the ropes letting out a long groan. }
Matt Knox: This is getting boring so let me wrap this upâŚ.The earth was formed by God in seven daysâŚa sloppy, horrible endeavor. A flawed project. One so flawed, that the Devil has been tearing it apart for a milleniaâŚ
{ He stops, eyes cast downward and far off. A smirk slowly forming on his face. }
Matt Knox: The Devil I am? The God you think you are? It wonât take me near as long to destroy what youâve built, than it took you to build it AngelâŚKnow that when this is over, you can keep calling yourself A God all you want. You can even call Sabin a messiahâŚ
{ A chuckle, devoid of joy. }
Matt Knox: But you will be the God that Failed⌠Just like youâre the Father that failedâŚ..The Man that failedâŚ.I wonder, will it be Tara or Dean that thanks me first in the end?
{ He looks up to find the camera, his face sullen almost. }
Matt Knox: You disparage my friend, and your very presence lessens my industry and the place iâve decided to call homeâŚYou threaten the future the Nick Dangers, Nick Cannins, and RAMs deserve here AngelâŚi canât allow the next generation to be ground to dust between the pretty foot of your egoâŚso for that, Angel? Iâll kill a God.
{ Knox drops the mic then as âHell Broke Luceâ plays instead of the mock theme as he makes his way to the back, this time rejecting interaction from the fans with his eyes dead set ahead }
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IWF WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
1500 Word RP Limit
Nick Danger(c) vs Ace Sky
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{ Before the start of tonight's World TV title match, we hear "Geekin'" playing in the background. To a loud chorus of boos, RAM steps out onto the stage, smirking from ear to ear, before walking towards the announcers' table. He sits down in-between Terri and Vasco, putting on a headset in the process. }
Vasco Dias: Good to have you here, bub.
RAM: Heh....the honor is mine. All mine.
Terri Morasco: What's happened to you, RAM?!
{ Due to a few technical difficulties beyond anyone's control, we only see a small portion of Ace Sky's entrance. He stands on the stage with his hands clasped together in a prayer taunt with his head bowed down then he raises his arms with twin peace sign finger gesture and shouts emphatically. He makes his way down the aisle alternating between pointing to his forehead with the Third Eye Taunt and high-fiving as many fans as possible. He executes his signature slide into the ring through the bottom ring apron rope and raises his arm with the peace sign taunt. }
RAM: What's happened is pathetic, Terri. Nick Danger cuts in front of me, after everything I did for him, and wins the TV title. Now he's defending it against a hand-picked fool?! Puh-leeze...
Vasco Dias: I have a feeling you and I are gonna get along quite nicely.
{ "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. }
Terri Morasco: Seriously, RAM?!
RAM: Yeah, seriously...I made Nick Danger relevant. I carried the Striking Unit through and through, and THIS is how I get repaid?!
Terri Morasco: Who's been in your ear--?
Vasco Dias: Ain't none of your damn business, Terri!
[DING1]
{ Blue Shoes called for the bell, starting what would be a solid contest of skill lasting a shade under fourteen minutes. Early on, neither man was able to gain an advantage as Nick Danger and Ace Sky traded quick, precise technical-based moves and two-counts along the way. At around the ten minute mark, things arted to get a little fun as the men traded several high-flying sequences. The first of these saw Ace Sky surprise Nick Danger with a leaping super frankensteiner combination from the top buckle that he dubs the Helium Hop! The San Jose folks are wowed as Ace goes for the pin, but Nick kicks out at two-and-ahalf! Blue Shoes holds up the two finders for confirmation! }
Terri Morasco: We could've had a new TV champion!
RAM: Pathetic. Gotta do better than that in order to beat this fool....
Vasco Dias: Heh, I like your moxie.
{ Two minutes later, Ace makes the mistake of going for the Helium Hop a second time! Nick Danger manages to land on his toes before connecting with a rolling cutter when Ace is caught off-guard! Nick then executes a perfectly-swift Ace Trigger before following that up with the Death Card! Danger finishes the combo with a Red Eye DDT that scores an insanely cllse two count! At that moment, more boos ensue as Lance Williams runs toward the ring! }
Terri Morasco: Wait a minute!
RAM: Well, well...Karma might be comin' for you, boy!
{ As Blue Shoes is distracted by holding up the two fingers, Lance comes in and bashes Ace Sky in the noggin with a chair! Nick Danger is shocked, and the referee doesn't see the infraction! Solemnly, Danger goes for the cover and gets the three-count! }
Alison Williams: Here is your winner...and STIIIIIILLLLLL...IWF World Television Champion! NIIIICK!! DAAAAANGEEERRRRR!!!!!!
{ Nick Danger's music hits, but he doesn't celebrate his victory. Instead, he checks on Ace Sky's condition as Lance Williams smirks from ear to ear. }
Terri Morasco: That was horseshit!
RAM: I had to carry Nick Danger to his TV title reign, now Lance Williams helps him win. Brutal.
{ Ace Sky rubs at his head as he locks eyes with Lance Williams on the stage. }
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SEGMENT
In Ram's ear
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{ After the conclusion of the Ace Sky-Nick Danger World TV title match, we find RAM back in his dressing room suite. A scowl develops on his face as Yulia Malakova enters the picture, sporting a cheeky smirk and sinister chuckle. She hands him the rest of the night's card, which only riles up the high school grad even more. }
RAM: Ain't it bullshit?! They put JJ in Joker in the Pack instead of me?!
{ Yulia laughs. }
Yulia Malakova: I...I carried JJ's children. Yet here he is, trying to steal the glory away from a much MORE deserving person like yourself.
{ RAM sighed. }
Yulia Malakova: What did HE do to deserve a spot in the Joker match?! He wasn't at Night of the Immortals, YOU were. How many times has Nick Danger failed at title shots?!
RAM: I carried Nick Danger's happy ass to the TV title.
{ He paused, then gritted his teeth. }
RAM: I let him into my home, let him drink my damn Dr. Pepper, and THIS is how he repays me?!
{ Yulia giggled. }
Yulia Malakova: Good....good. I can feel your anger. Let the hate flow through you...
RAM: What about JJ?!
{ The Russian smiles before sauntering out of the suite. }
Yulia Malakova: You focus on Nick Danger. I will deal with that broken-down has-been...personally.
{ As Yulia made her exit, RAM is left with an evil grin on his mug. }
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Here's Nicky
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{ Nick Knight sits alone in his electric chair dressed in a black suit pants and a waistcoat with a thin gray pinstripe, the sleeves of the black shirt rolled up to the elbows. The chain of a watch dangles from the pocket of his vest and his brass handled cane lays across his lap. The thing that makes âThe Hollywood Butcherâ stand out the most is the plague doctor mask that he wore to the ring at Night of the Immortals strapped to his face with crude red lips painted onto the beak. }
I wear this mask because there is a plague that has infected the great sport of professional wrestling and I am the one that must cure it. It is men like Matthew Knox, Stephen Terrella, Angel Blake, and even my old friend James Gilmore that are pumping this business full of their filth and corruption. They are slowly killing this thing that the men and women that came before us built, and if someone doesnât have to balls to stop them there will be nothing left for the future.
The first man I set my eyes on destroying was Matthew Knox, and in the weeks leading up to Night of the Immortals I did everything in my power to climb inside of that pretty little head of his. I attacked him when he least expected it and then refused to face him inside of the ring because I knew that was the one thing that would get to him the most. He would never be able to say that he is the greatest Television Champion in IWF history if he never beat me, and I know that is the one thing that keeps him up at night.
My plan was working to perfection until Captain Caveman and his concubine decided that they wanted to get involved in my business. Thatâs okay, itâs not the first time that Iâve had to deal with a wrench being thrown into the works. Hell itâs not the first time Iâve had to deal with Stephen Terrella fucking everything up for me. I just had to adapt to the situation that I was given, which is why I left the whole world sitting on the edge of their seats holding their breath just waiting to see if I would even show up at NOTI.
Well I did show up and on the surface it looks like my plan was a total failure, but look a little bit closer. All along Iâve said that my goal is to rid this sport that I love of men like Matt Knox and Stephen Terrella, which is pretty fucking easy to do when they take care of the heavy lifting for me. They hate each other so fucking much that they're going to rip each other to shreds leaving me to move on to the next step of my plan.
{ Nick reaches up and unstraps the mask revealing his face, which is still showing damage from the Sin City Lockup match. }
I've been sitting in this chair trying to decide exactly what that next step is going to be because Joker in the Pack gives me a hundred possible directions to go. Do I stay the course and keep picking off the old guard one by one, or do I use the match as a chance to go big game hunting? Should I go scorched earth on IWF and let the future grow in the wake of the destruction, or do I carefully cultivate the sport into something great?
The longer I've thought about it the more one thing has become real fucking clear to me, the next step starts with James Gilmore. I consider JJ to be one of my closest friends in the world. We stood side by side and fought against The Work because it was the right thing to do. I asked him to be the officiant of my wedding because I love him like a brother. Now it's time that I do what a heart attack couldn't and put him down once and for all.
I don't do this because I feel any ill will towards JJ. He is one of the best humans I have ever known, a million times better than I will ever be, but it's easy to see just how irrelevant he's become in the past year. His wife walked out on him because he couldn't keep his priorities straight, and he's done such a pitiful job as a trainer that she took his most promising student with him. Does IWF really need a man like that leading the charge into the future, I don't fucking think so!
Once JJ is out of the picture, where should I turn next? Maybe I should try to take out that flaming tower of mediocrity named Pax Stormcrow in order to give one of the future stars an opportunity to rise to the top of the company. I mean, since winning last year's Joker in the Pack all he's done is almost beat JC for the World Championship, and almost beat me for the TV Championship. Well almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and IWF deserves way better than that.
Then we have Allen Chaney, the man that calls himself The Comedian. This fat fuck only got into wrestling because he couldn't cut it in Hollywood and he's turning IWF into a fucking joke. There are already too many people that like to look down at this company and shit all over everything that we do. I mean, you get online and everyone from the dirt sheets to the fanboys all love to talk about how this company is better than IWF, and that company is better than IWF. The last thing we need is that fucking clown winning Joker in the Pack and even sniffing a shot at any championships.
Thereâs Caleb Cannin, a man that I had such high hopes for, but heâs turned out to be the Letdown Champion of the World. When I became the first ever Decimus Champion he was handed the keys to the kingdom and told to build on the legacy that I had already built. Two wins over glorified jobbers and then he found himself flat on his back staring up at the lights as Nick Danger celebrated with the World Television Champion. That sounds like a joker not the Joker in the Pack.
Honestly, there is only one man that I can really support winning Joker in the Pack, JC Keeton. JC is the kind of man that IWF needs to be built around, because he is both the present and the future of professional wrestling. I mean, Jesus Christ, the kid is still in his twenties and heâs already won the Roulette, won the Olympians Mixed Tag Team Tournament, been a Tag Team Champion, been the World Television Champion, won the motherfucking IWF World Championship. JC Keeton is the foundation that IWF needs to be built on, not one of those other losers.
{ Knight pauses and strokes his chin. }
Then again, just think of all of the chaos that I could cause if I came into possession of that briefcase. No one would be safe and anyone with a belt around their waist or draped over their shoulder better grow eyes in the back of their head. I could sit back in the back eating popcorn and watching a grueling World Championship match only to swoop in at the last moment and walk out ten pounds of gold richer, or I could just wait for Terrella and Knox to finish with each other and pick the bones clean. Hell I could even put my old student to the test, which heâll fail, and continue building the World Television Championship into THE IWF Championship.
The possibilities are truly endless and each of them could bring me one step closer to saving this business once and for all. So do I try to make the climb to the top of that ladder myself, or should my plan go in another direction? Do I do everything in my power to help JC become Joker in the Pack, or do I bash JJâs skull in with a fucking chair? I guess youâll just have to wait and see what Nicky has in store for the Joker in the Pack.
{ Knight lifts the mask back up to his face as the scene fades to black. }
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{ The camera goes backstage. Keybo Shabez, the IWF's notoriously sarcastic interviewer, is standing in the company of Stephen Terrella and Portia. }
Keybo Shabez: Stephen, Portia⌠I understand you requested this time after the events that transpired last Sunday at Night of the Immortals. Would you care to give us some comments?
{ Portia glares at Keybo. }
Portia: How about doing you're fucking job and asking me if I'm okay after Matthew Knox assaulted me?
Keybo Shabez: He didn't actually hit you with the chair, though. He spared you. Knowing that he could've, however, do the two of you have any regrets now about what you did to him a few weeks ago, perhaps?
{ As soon as the words leave his lips, Keybo finds himself with both of Stephen's hands grabbing at his shirt, yanking him forward. }
Stephen Terrella: You want to get smart with her, bitch?! I will smash your face the same way I smashed fuckin' Knox's in! Now give me the damn microphone.
{ Terrella rips the microphone out of Keybo's hand with one hand, then gives him a hard shove to the chest with the other to back him off. As banged up as Stephen is, the large man is still easily able to generate enough force to almost topple the much smaller -and weaker- interviewer. Keybo catches himself before eating the cement completely, but elects to keep a safe distance and let Stephen have the stick given the mood he is in. }
Stephen Terrella: Knox! You think this is fuckin' over?!?! Do you know who I am?!?!
{ Stephen is in such a rage that his entire body moves when he asks the question. Still feeling the effects of Sunday in his bad back, that movement alone brings a grimace to his face, forcing him to dial back the volume of his voice just a little. }
Stephen Terrella: When you put your hands on my woman, you signed your own fuckin' death warrant! I'm going to tear your world apart, piece-by-piece! Anyone you know, everyone you love⌠anything you cherish⌠I'm going to burn it all to the fuckin' ground, Knox! Do you hear me?!?!
{ Stephen flexes the fingers on his hand, trying to grab at something that isn't there. }
Stephen Terrella: The only thing I'm going to leave you with is my title⌠and the same hatred that pushed you far enough to take it from me!
{ His eyes burn with intensity. }
Stephen Terrella: Then we'll see, Knox.. we'll see if you still think that hatred is a fuckin' gift when-
{ The former Invictus Champion stops mid-sentence, interrupted by the arrival of Alexandra Calaway into the picture. The first thing Stephen notices is the barbed wire wrapped around her arm; and, as a result, he reaches back to assure that Portia is standing safely behind him by gently placing his hand on her waist to guide her. The King levels a hard stare on Calaway. Tensions are running high. }
Alexandra Calaway: Stephen Terrella, you think I didn't hear what you had to say? That little part about wishing you had taken me out BEFORE you went after Knox. Whatever your personal issue are with him, are just that, you two's problems. This however...
{She motioned between them with her arm that was wrapped in barbed wire.}
Alexandra Calaway: If you want me.. come find me King and you will find a woman who stands on the same level as you. A QUEEN in her own right. I'm thinking since you are into mindless violence.. how about a Barbed wire match? You and me. And if little Portia would like to come to ringside, I can bring my own too.
{Alexandra is joined by none other than John Strader, who entered the frame and placed his hand on Alexandra's lower back. She turns to look at John giving him a smirk. His eyes are focused on Terrella.}
Alexandra Calaway: What do you say King? Prepared to step up?
{ Terrella rubs at his chin, sizing up Strader very briefly. He returns his stare to Calaway. Portia continues to stand behind Terrella, latched onto his arm as she points a finger at Alexandra. }
Portia: The two of you might be new here, honey- but you do not interrupt us while we're talking! This is our time! But congratulations on having ears. We had a microphone, so we knew you were going to hear what we said when we said it.
{ Stephen's eyes glance down at the barbed wire laced around Alexandra's arm. }
Stephen Terrella: You want to fight me off Night of the Immortals, I get it. I'd do the same damn thing. Pick your spot, only⌠I ain't the fuckin' guy you want to try.
{ Stephen looks Alexandra Calaway directly in her eyes. }
Stephen Terrella: But I got no problem fightin' you. Let's see what you got. You and me, Odyssey⌠barbed wire massacre.
{ Stephen spits at Alexandra's feet, just missing hitting her boots. }
Stephen Terrella: But if you think for a fuckin' second I won't leave little pieces of you all over that ring⌠you're going to find out something real fuckin' different.
Alexandra Calaway: You can try, but I can promise you.. Youâll be in just as many little pieces. Come on love, I tire of this conversation.
{Strader and Calaway walk off, leaving Terrella and Portia fuming.}
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SEGMENT
Open Challenge
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Vasco Dias: Welcome back to Tuesday night Sacrifice! Weâve got something special for you next, Keybo Shabaz is scheduled to talk to the reigning, defending IWF Menâs World Champion and one half of the IWF World Tag Team Champions! Angel Blake!
Terri Morasco: Could you shill any harder?
Vasco Dias: Probably, yes.
{ We see Keybo waiting in the ring as all the lights in the arena go out and Gateways begins to play. We are shown highlights of the incredible tag team match at Night of the Immortals, Dean and Angel going back and forth. We see the moment Dean nearly had the whole thing won but the reel culminates with Wraith and Angel hitting Welcome to the Family! Just then the pyro ignites all over the stage and from all four corners of the ring. }
Vasco Dias: Amazing display for the champion!
Terri Morasco: Itâs something alright.
{ As the pyro dies down we see Angel Blake standing at the top of the stage in a three piece, all black leather suit, each of his titles over either shoulder. Angel smirks from behind a pair of black Oakley Flak Jackets, no face paint to be seen as there is a very mixed to heavy boo reaction from the crowd. }
Vasco Dias: These idiots in San Jose need to show the champion some respect!
Terri Morasco: They paid to be here, they can say or do anything they want, within reason.
Vasco Dias: People like you are why this world is going down the crapper!
Terri Morasco: Oh really!?
{ Angel continues making his way to the ring as the mixed reaction turns more and more sour as the highlight reel has now looped on Angel and Wraith putting JC Keeton away at Night of the Immortals, always freezing on the shot of Angel stopping Dean from breaking up the pin. Angel heads up the steps and demands Keybo sit on the second rope to let Angel in. }
Vasco Dias: That was nice of Keybo.
Terri Morasco: Oh come on!
Vasco Dias: What?
Terri Morasco: I just canât with you.
{ Angel steps into the middle of the ring and proceeds to hold up both of his champions to a raucous boos from the crowd. Angel just smirks as Keybo now stands besides him. Angelâs music fades out. }
Keybo Shabaz: Thank you for joining me-
{ Angel takes the mic out of Keyboâs hand and saddles both titles over the forearms of Shabaz. }
Angel Blake: Make yourself useful and hold those.
Vasco Dias: Itâs about time Keybo was useful!
Terri Morasco: How do you condone the actions of Angel Blake!?
Vasco Dias: Often, thatâs how.
{ Angel looks around with a smirk, waiting for the crowd to settle down. }
Angel Blake: A few months ago I had a dream. A dream that I couldnât escape. I kept seeing my boots in the middle of this ring.
{ The crowd cheers. }
Angel Blake: And it made me wonder if my subconscious was trying to tell me something. It made me wonder if after almost 23 years was it time for me to call it a day.}
{ A yes chant breaks out. }
Vasco Dias: So disrespectful.
Terri Morasco: Everyone is allowed an opinion.
Vasco Dias: Not when Angel Blake is in the ring!
{ Angel shakes his head to the crowds reaction. }
Angel Blake: Then something happened. A best of five series between Nick Knight and myself.
{ Thereâs a big pop for Nick Knight. }
Angel Blake: And match after match I felt something. I felt something I thought Iâd lost. I felt a hunger, I felt a desire, I felt a passion for professional wrestling that I thought was gone!
{ Angel looks around as thereâs murmuring of cheers. }
Angel Blake: And at High Stakes when I laid Nick Knight down for the last time a new thought popped into my mind.
{ He pauses as he looks around. }
Angel Blake: If there is no one good enough in the back to take this from me then why should I go anywhere! Why should I give any of you people the satisfaction of my retirement!
{ The boos kick back in now. }
Angel Blake: For twenty three years I have faced every legend, every god, every best in the world, you filthy marks prop up and I have laid them all to rest! I have outlasted everyone you have ever bought a t-shirt for!
{ A fuck you chant erupts. }
Angel Blake: Why should I walk away!? Why should I retire!? If there is no one good enough to take this from me-
{ Angel rips the World title off of Keyboâs arms and holds it up. }
Angel Blake: Then why should I just give it up!? I have been the very best in the history of this business since day one and I will continue to be the very best until Iâm too old, too crippled or dead!
{ The entire arena is roaring with boos. }
Vasco Dias: These people need to shut the hell up!
Terri Morasco: Let them boo!
{ Angel looks to the entrance ramp. }
Angel Blake: At Night of the Immortals⌠Wraith and I defeated the only man left in this company who I think could possibly take this from me.
{ Angel turns with a side eye to the hard camera. }
Angel Blake: And I donât mean that flaccid excuse for a man, JC Keeton.
{ Angel looks back up to the stage. }
Angel Blake: So now Iâm issuing an open challenge to anyone in the back! Iâm done waiting on Roulettes, Eliminators, Jokers or Heirs to find out who my next challenger is. If there is anyone in the back who thinks they have what it takes to challenge me!? Show your fac-
{ The crowd grows silent as the lights go out, chanting in Bulgarian chanting can be heard as the beginning of Parasite eve plays as the chanting gets louder. }
Terri Morasco: Dean Harper? Didnât he just get defeated?
Vasco Dias: Canât he take a hint?
{ Angel looks to the entrance ramp but the camera catches Dean standing behind him. }
Dean Harper: Hey Dad.
{ Angel slowly turns around to meet the gaze of his sons. The lights stay an eerie shade of fed as the two of the stand there only a few inches apart. }
Angel Blake: Et tu Brute?
Dean Harper: You asked.
{ Angel snorts a short laugh. }
Angel Blake: Iâll give you this, son, you stand a better chance against me without that anchor of a partner tied around your neck.
{ Dean smiles. }
Dean Harper: I think we both deserve to see how this goes one on one.
Angel Blake: Deserve?
{ Angel looks from side to side. }
Angel Blake: I keep trying to tell you. This sport isnât about what you deserve. Itâs about what youâre willing to do and what youâre willing to lose to take what you want.
{ Angel holds the IWF World Title up just to the side of Deanâs head. Deanâs eyes look to his left and lock on the center plate before returning to meet his fathers gaze. }
Dean Harper: Thereâs nothing holding me back from this.
{ Dean smiles. }
Dean Harper: All or nothing. Because I know I can beat you.
{ Angel nods his head confidently. }
Angel Blake: You want a shot? You got it. Name the time and place.
{ Dean steps forward. }
Dean Harper: Two weeks. Sacrifice.
{ The crowd goes wild. }
Terri Morasco: Two weeks? Thatâs not a lot of recovery time for Dean considering the beating he got last week.
Vasco Dias: You know what they say Morasco, Pride before the fall.
{ Dean reaches his hand out, Angel looks down before taking it. Dean pulls his father in close and mouths something in his ear. Angel just smirks before Dean breaks away, dropping down and rolling out of the ring. Angel watches his son march backward up the ramp while making the belt motion around his waist at his father as we head to a break. }
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JOKER IN THE PACK LADDER MATCH
2000 Word RP Limit
Winner receives a contract for a shot at any title they're eligible for, any time, any place
Nick Knight vs Allen Chaney vs James Gilmore vs Caleb Cannin vs JC Keeton vs Pax Stormcrow
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Terri Morasco: It is time for our main event of the night- the yearly spectacle that is the Joker in the Pack! Six men will compete in a ladder match where it is every man for himself. One man will climb a ladder to retrieve a briefcase; and that briefcase will guarantee that individual a shot at any champion of his choosing, at any time!
Vasco Dias: In the right hands, that briefcase practically guarantees you become a champion, Morasco. Imagine what a clever mind such as Nick Knight or Caleb Cannin could do with that opportunity- watching, waiting for a champion to get worn down from the grind and become vulnerable. Then you strike!
Terri Morasco: I can tell by the enthusiasm in your voice which men you'll be rooting for.
Vasco Dias: You're surprised? I sure as hell wouldn't want the guy that was out here earlier playing with sock puppets before the show to win it.
Terri Morasco: Well Alison appears to be ready in the ring, so lets get the introductions underway!
{ The camera cuts to a shot of Alison Valance: }
Alison Valance: The following contest is a six person, Joker in the Pack ladder match! Introducing first...
{ The tron fills with lightning as static comes over the speakers. Slowly each current of electricity on the tron fizzles out until the word 'Skoden' (And the logo for Prairie Fiber remains in the lower right corner) At the sight of the unofficial war cry of Pax appears on the tron the audience roars into cheers as the opening rhythm of Stadium Pow wow thrums through the air.
As the singers kick into the song, Pax Stormcrow pumps his fist in the air along with them before bounding down the ramp as the bass drops. He slaps hands with fans along the ramp as he makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. }
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Aitkin Minnesota... he stands 6'2"... and weighs in at 240lbs... He is Pax Stormcrow!
{ He makes a circle around the ring, arms pumping to work the crowd up before he jumps onto the second turnbuckle, lifting the hood of his coat back and looking up to the ceiling as he basks in the cheers from the crowd. He jumps down from the turnbuckle, shrugging out of his coat and handing it off to the staff before moving into a corner to crouch down in preparation for the match to begin. }
Terri Morasco: It is great to see Pax Stormcrow back inside of an IWF ring! He has the opportunity to make a bit of history tonight here, too. He could be the first man to ever win back-to-back Joker in the Pack matches!
Vasco Dias: It's not out of the realm of plausibility that I could be the next king of England either, Morasco- but it doesn't mean I likely will be! Which is a shame because I would make a fantastic king! But I digress. My point is just because something can happen, it doesn't mean it will happen. This guy isn't just going to walk back in here off the street and not have some ring rust.
{ The Richard Pryor quote followed by the piano intro of âShimmy Shimmy Yaâ plays and Allen emerges from the curtain. }
âOoh, baby, I like it raw x4â
{ Allen stops and looks around the crowd with a smirk until there is a change in attitude. He leans down to slam his fists on the ramp before popping up to release what can only be described as a roar. }
'Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squadâ
{ Allen walks down the ramp, stopping every few steps to talk to fans about how his opponent has no clue what they're in for or how they smell like baked milk or how he saw them changing backstage and one of their testicles is comically bigger than the other. }
âWu-Tang Killer Bees on a swarm
Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta have the one killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any 52 states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates'
Alison Valance: And the next competitor, hailing from Kansas City, Missouri... he stands 6'4"... and weighs in at 315lbs... the Comedian... Allen Chaney!
{ Allen marches up the ring steps and enters the ring, giving the referee a friendly pat on the back before going to the corner opposite of Pax and sitting down, focused but also kind of vibing to his own music. }
Vasco Dias: If ignorance is bliss, Morasco, I give you the happiest man in the world right there. He actually thinks his little barbeque sauced stained fingers are going to help him climb that ladder and retrieve the briefcase, which is the definition of a pipedream!
Terri Morasco: The Comedian is an extremely agile, world-class competitor, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: So!? The only thing more certain than the fact that Chaney isn't going to win this match is the fact that Keeton is going to bang Chaney's girlfriend at some point, if he hasn't already! For more hard hitting facts- Like, Comment and Subscribe!
Terri Morasco: Wow.
{The opening riff of âEpicâ 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 the next competitor, already in the ring... haili-
{ Caleb grabs the microphone out of Alison's hand, cutting her off mid-sentence. Caleb shews her back, preparing to introduce himself. Pax Stormcrow walks out of the corner though and slaps the microphone out of Caleb's hand. }
THUD!
{ Caleb isn't pleased, and he and Pax begin jawing with each other. }
Terri Morasco: Pax Stormcrow apparently taking a little bit of exception with Caleb's treatment of Alison there, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: You don't cut off the future, Morasco! How rude!
{ Alison bends down to scoop up the microphone off the canvas. }
Alison Valance: And the next competitor...
{ An instrumental with hook version of "Shell Shocked" by Juicy J, featuring Wiz Khalifa and Ty Dolla $ign, begins to play, and a video package begins to play stock footage of waves crashing, followed by bolts of cloud-to-cloud lightning. }
"Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
{ As jets of water shoot out from all directions, we see James Gilmore stepping out onto the stage, posing along to the hip-hop tune, before high-fiving the crowd and walking down to the ring. }
"(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we ride together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(All for one when we fight together)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked
(This family can bear any weather)
Knock, knock, you about to get shell shocked..."
Alison Valance: Entering the ring, he hails from Arlington, Texas... standing 5'10"... and weighing 191lbs... "Little Bear"... James Gilmore!
{ Once inside the ring, the Islander alum points heavenward, taking in the moments as he waits two more of his five opponents to arrive. }
Vasco Dias: I could go for the low-hanging fruit and talk about how James Gilmore is too old and too washed up to win this match, but I won't. Forget all of that! I just don't think he has the heart to do it anymore, Morasco!
Terri Morasco: I'm not surprised by anything you say -or do- anymore, Vasco... only disappointed.
Vasco Dias: Ironically enough, I heard Gilmore's ex-wife told him the exact same thing before slapping him with some papers.
Alison Valance: Introducing the fifth participant...
{ Every light in the arena is extinguished in the blink of an eye and the sound of a clock ticking begins to play at an almost deafening level. Every few seconds another clock joins the chorus until an alarm bell rings to quickly be replaced by the eruption of pyros that sends ghost white flames high into the sky. Then as the flames are quenched the opening keyboard of Blood for Miles by Deathstars begins to play.The arena stays dark except for a ring of fire with a figure standing in the center. The man is dressed in an ankle length black trench coat, wide brimmed black hat, a black leather plague doctor mask trimmed in brass covers his face, and he is carrying a cane. Stepping through the flames the man makes his way towards ringside, a spotlight tracking him on his way down the aisle. Halfway to the ring he stops and pulls an ornate watch from the pocket of his coat to check the time. The moment that he returns the watch to his pocket the words âTicktock The End is Now,â appears on every single LED board. }
Alison Valance: Now making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California âThe Hollywood Butcherâ Nick Knight!!!
{ Knight slowly walks to ringside, stopping just short of the ring to methodically strip off his hat and coat leaving him in black trousers with a thin gray stripe and his mask. Slowly the arena lights come back up as âThe Hollywood Butcherâ unstraps the mask and hands it to the ringside attendant before climbing into the ring. }
Terri Morasco: Eight days removed from the Sin City Lockup match he was in at Night Of The Immortals, you have to wonder what type of physical condition Nick Knight is in tonight for what promises to be another grueling match here.
Vasco Dias: Fifty percent of Nick Knight is better than a lot of people, in my book. If he can walk, he can wrestle. Plus a match like this is right up Knight's alley! He's probably envisioning all sorts of things he can do to inflict some pain with those ladders in the dark corners of his mind!
Alison Valance: And the final participant...
{ The lights in the arena go out "Chosen One" by Valley of Wolves begins playing as a blinding spotlight is cast on the entryway. }
Now I've never been the one to play it safe
I might play a little dirty some day
And I'm following fate, they say I'm the chosen one
Well I know what it takes to be a king
Be the song everybody wanna sing
Bring harmony and be the chosen one
{ As soon as the word ,as soon as the first verse ends pyro explodes from the rampway as JC Keeton steps into the spotlight. The lights come up and he makes his way to the ring bouncing in rhythm to the music. When he reaches the ring he leaps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, }
Alison Valance: Stepping inside of the ring, hailing from Lexington, Kentucky... he stands 6'1"... and weighs in at 221lbs... The Thoroughbred... JC Keeton!
{ JC continues to sway and bounce from heel to heel as he awaits the match to start. Alison Valance exits the ring as JC's music fades. The six combatants inside of the squared circle trade hostile words with each other, some occasionally glancing up at the case hanging high overhead. The referee for this contest, Blue Shoes, moves to the center of the ring to do a ready-check. Blue Shoes calls for the opening bell! }
Ding!
{ Caleb immediately drops down and rolls underneath the bottom rope at the sound of the bell, pointing to his head to indicate his genius. Knight has gone right after JC Keeton, raking the eyes of the Thoroughbred before landing some heavy chops to Keeton's chest. Chaney comes to Keeton's aid though, spinning Knight around and cracking him in the jaw with a closed fist before delivering a superkick to Knight's face! Pax goes outside of the ring after Caleb Cannin, and the Future takes off running around the outside of the squared circle. Gilmore launches into Chaney with a spear to the midsection, which he follows up with some mounted punches! Around and around the ring Caleb and Pax go, with Caleb leaping over stairs and doing anything he can to keep away from Stormcrow. When Gilmore gets up off the mount of Chaney, JC repays Allen a favor by dropkicking the Islander Alum directly in the face with both boots! Knight is up, and he starts to put some stomps to Chaney! Keeton stays on Gilmore, delivering a punishing dragon suplex on the Texan! Caleb is still trying to avoid Pax on the outside, and he slides into the ring to try to elude him. Caleb races right down the center, but Pax is hot on his heels! }
Vasco Dias: Caleb is trying to avoid conflict, and this maniac, Pax Stormcrow, is chasing him as if the Future stole something!
Terri Morasco: If Cannin really wanted to avoid conflict then maybe do not call someone -and I quote- an "Olympic failure".
{ Caleb tries to duck out the ropes on the opposite side, but Pax grabs him by the tights and stops him from leaving. }
Vasco Dias: Unhand him!
Terri Morasco: In a wrestling match!?
{ Stormcrow takes Caleb over with a belly-to-back suplex, and the former Television Champion sits up holding onto his head and neck! Knight dumps Chaney out of the ring to the floor as Pax picks Caleb up and delivers a backbreaker to the brash superstar. JC Keeton hoists James Gilmore up into a Torture Rack, merely out of arrogance more than anything, given the nature of the match. Knight is out to the floor after Chaney, and he rocks the Comedian with a hard headbutt! Stormcrow peels Caleb off the mat with a Deadlift powerbomb, sending shockwaves up Caleb's spine! Knight is the first man to start folding one of the ladders around ringside. But Chaney is back in the fight! The Comedian superkicks Knight as he turns around with the ladder! Nick falls backwards, and the ladder lands on top of him. The Comedian takes a few steps back to create a runway, and as JC dumps Gilmore off his shoulders in the ring, Chaney charges at Knight, hitting 'MAKIN PANCAKES!' The Comedian lands on the ladder, sandwiching Knight between the aluminum ladder and the concrete floor beneath his 315lbs! }
Vasco Dias: The Hollywood Butcher has been tenderized! That was three hundred pounds crashing down on him, and with that ladder on top, it could've broken some ribs, or worse!
Terri Morasco: Chaney is clearly feeling the effects of his own move though, too. He's clutching at his lower back in absolute agony as Knight struggles for breath beside him.
{ JC Keeton goes outside of the ring after a ladder of his own now; leaving Pax, Caleb and Gilmore as the only men remaining in the ring. Stormcrow has Caleb around the waist in a rear waistlock, and he takes him over with a German Suplex!- but Pax holds on, popping his hips and bringing Cannin up again for a second German Suplex! Stormcrow keeps Cannin in his clutches, turning it into a third German suplex! We're fast down the highway to suplex city as Pax throws Caleb with a fourth German Suplex! The momentum of the toss rolls Caleb clear out of the ring, dumping him onto the floor! As Stormcrow gets up and turns around, James Gilmore levels him with a spinning wheel kick, however! Keeton slides the ladder underneath the bottom rope, rolling in after it as both Gilmore and Stormcrow work to regain a vertical base. JC picks up the ladder and, just as they stand, levels both Pax and Gilmore by using the ladder as a weapon! }
Terri Morasco: JC Keeton with an aggressive shot with that ladder!
Vasco Dias: Both Gilmore and Stormcrow took that to the face!
{ Chaney tries to climb back inside of the ring, however, he's stopped when JC Keeton turns around and clobbers him off the apron with the ladder in a windmill fashion! }
Vasco Dias: Ooooh how I wish we had a camera in the back on Jennie Fenix right now! Her boyfriends are fighting!
Terri Morasco: You need to stop spreading baseless gossip!
{ Outside of the ring, Caleb Cannin inches his way back toward the guardrail on his bottom, still clutching his neck. JC sets the ladder up in the middle of the ring, and the crowd roars as he starts the climb! JC makes it halfway up when James Gilmore collects himself enough to start climbing up the opposite side of the ladder. JC keeps going, making it quickly to the top. It doesn't take very long for James to catch him, though. Keeton pops Gilmore in the nose with a right hand, blurring his vision. Instinctively, Gilmore comes back with a right of his own, with JC having noway to evade on the ladder! Keeton bangs Gilmore's face against the top of the ladder! Both men start to feel the view of their world through their eyes changing however when Pax Stormcrow starts pushing on the side of the ladder! The structure, with both men on it, topples over! JC goes careening over the top rope, all the way to the floor, where his face crashes into the guardrail! Gilmore is dumped hard on the floor beside him! }
Terri Morasco: Oh my gosh! I hope they're okay! That had to be at least a twenty foot fall!
Vasco Dias: Forget the fall! The fall doesn't hurt! It's the landing that does! Keeton took a bite out of that steel guard rail! And that padding Gilmore landed on isn't all that thick!
{ Pax wrestles the ladder back up, but mere seconds later, Nick Knight strikes him right between the shoulder blades with the ring bell hammer! }
Terri Morasco: Damn it, Nick! That's a hammer!
Vasco Dias: It's anything goes in this, Morasco... and Nick Knight isn't worried about anyone's feelings or opinions.
Terri Morasco: Knight tossing the hammer away now that the damage has been done... and he just drills Pax with Welcome to Hollywood!
Vasco Dias: No one is standing between Nick Knight and the briefcase!
{ The crowd serenades Knight with boos as he kicks Pax out of the ring and then starts to climb up the ladder. Years of wear and tear in the ring has slowed him down, and Nick only makes it about three quarters of the way up the ladder when the Comedian re-enters the fray! Allen starts up the same side of the ladder as Knight. The Hollywood Butcher stomps down hard on Chaney's face, knocking him down a rung. The Comedian gains control of Knight's right leg though starts using it to help pull himself up. Chaney throws three big forearms into Knight's lowerback, then rips him off the ladder! Knight lands with a thunderous thump on the canvas! The Comedian looks up at the case, then back at Knight. Again he looks up at the case, then back at Knight. He shrugs before stomping his way up the ladder for three more rungs and leaping off with a variation of... }
Terri Morasco: WTFFFF!!!!
Vasco Dias: What in the actual fuck was he thinking!? Knight has been absolutely flattened! But the Comedian might've just hurt himself, too! Who does moonsaults off of ladders!? What sane person thinks that's a good idea, Morasco!?
Terri Morasco: I wouldn't try it, that's for sure! I'm not Allen Chaney, though!
{ Seeing his opening, Caleb Cannin storms the ring and savagely puts the boots to the Comedian, drawing boos from the crowd in attendance. Cannin folds the ladder up and takes possession of it, laying it on the canvas. Chaney tries to resist, but Cannin manages to pinch Allen's arm between the ladder and again starts to stomp away at it. Cannin leaps into the air, crashing down on Chaney's arm with a double stomp while it's pinched! }
Terri Morasco: He may have just broken Allen Chaney's arm! Caleb Cannin has ratcheted up the viciousness here!
Vasco Dias: You can hear Chaney yelling from up here without the aid of a microphone!
{ Caleb turns around at a very inopportune time, failing to notice James Gilmore climbing the turnbuckles. Cannin gets caught with a missle dropkick from James Gilmore! Caleb goes down, and he goes down hard! When James finally manages to collect himself and get up, Pax Stormcrow is there to greet him with a Saito Suplex! }
Terri Morasco: These men are going at each other with everything they have! Six men are laying everything on the line for that briefcase!
{ Battered and bruised, Chaney and Pax slowly rise to their feet at about the same time. Chaney uses his good arm to take Stormcrow over the top rope and to the floor with a Cactus Clothesline! JC Keeton staggers around the outside of the ring, having regained his wits about him after eating the guardrail on the spill earlier. He makes his way over toward both Allen and Pax. Keeton gets a running start and leaps into Allen with a jumping knee strike, knocking the big man down! Keeton then turns his attention to Pax, lifting him up off the floor and delivering a brainbuster to him on the apron! }
Vasco Dias: Did you see Pax's body just go limp on that impact, Morasco!?
Terri Morasco: I did. That was hard to watch.
{ Up in the ring, as Gilmore goes to pull Cannin up, Caleb reaches into his bag of tricks to give James a Cup Check! James drops to his knees as Cannin smiles. On the floor, the Comedian lunges into JC, ramming him spine-first into the steel guardrail. Allen goes to work on JC's forehead with SMOOTH ELBOWS; (a series of elbows based on the Grammy-award winning 1999 hit 'Smooth' by Santana, featuring Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty off the multi platinum album Supernatural)! The crowd counts along with the strikes! Then the Comedian hoists JC up, looking for 'Go To Branson', but with the Comedian's bad arm, JC is able to spin off and use his athletic ability to land on his feet! Allen is disoriented, losing track of JC!... and JC Keeton hits an 'Ode to the Outlaw' from behind on Chaney, felling him! }
Terri Morasco: How special is JC Keeton!? How many people could pull off a counter like that!?
Vasco Dias: I'll begrudgingly admit, not many, Morasco!
{ Off the low-blow earlier, Cannin has worked Gilmore into a position where he delivers the 'The Cannin Ending' onto Gilmore, driving James' face into the ladder! }
Vasco Dias: I think I heard Gilmore's skull crack!
{ JC Keeton slides up into the ring, timing it just right to catch Cannin in the face with a pump kick! Cannin goes down, creating an opening for JC. Keeton grabs the ladder and sets it up. The crowd is on their feet chanting for JC, feeling the moment. Keeton starts his climb with most of his adversaries wiped out in the ring, or at ringside- but Caleb Cannin pushes himself to get to his feet. JC's climbs is a little slower than it was earlier after the punishment he;s taken, and Caleb starts up the other side of the ladder to try and catch him! Knowing Caleb is coming, JC waits at the top and lands the first strike with a closed fist! Caleb answers with a closed fist of his own as the crowd shouts "Boo!" JC fires back, drawing a "Yay" from the fans in attendance! JC fires back again even faster with an uppercut! Cannin gets rocked, but he goes straight to JC's eyes to save himself! Blinded, Keeton clings to the ladder with everything he has. Cannin reaches down into his his tights, digging around for a moment. Caleb pulls his hand out and slugs JC Keeton again, only this time quarters go flying everywhere out of Caleb's hand! Keeton falls backwards, splashing down on the canvas! }
Terri Morasco: Did he!?... Did that no-good, cheating son-of-a-bitch just hit JC Keeton with a roll of quarters in his hand!? They're everywhere!
Vasco Dias: In a regular match, that would be considered cheating! In a ladder match, it's as legal as a headlock! The genius of Caleb Cannin!
{ Caleb reaches up as the crowd boos, unlatching the case from the cable holding it and pulling it down! The bell sounds! }
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
{ Caleb's music hits as he hugs the case! }
Terri Morasco: This is wrong! This is so wrong!
Vasco Dias: Oh, but it feels so right! Say it with me now, Morasco: Caleb Cannin is the Joker in the Pack Winner for 2023!
{ The audience continues to rain down boos on Caleb Cannin, but he pays them no mind as he stands on the ladder and raises the case with one arm. The IWF logo appears on the bottom of the screen and the show goes off the air on that shot. }
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Well howdy there pardner.