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Show Opener
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{ The show opener for Tuesday Night Sacrifice plays to the theme of IOU by Five Finger Death Punch showing clips of all the current champions as well as some of the biggest stars in IWF currently. As the show opening tag for Sacrifice comes to an end we are brought to the commentary booth with Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco. }
Vasco Dias: It's tuesday night and you know what that means!
Terri Morasco: It's IWF Presents: Sacrifice!
Vasco Dias: We've got a huge night of action but we don't even have time to get into as the opening contest is starting right now!
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HOT OPENER
SINGLES MATCH
3000 Word Limit
Serenity Holmes vs. Emmanuelle
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[ MATCH WILL BE ADDED UPON COMPLETION: Match ends in a
TIME LIMIT DRAW. ]
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SEGMENT"Suffer."
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WrestleStock 7/15/23{ Knox finally pulls himself up, gingerly trying to stalk Angel. Equally determined, Angel won't stay down! Knox draws in a breath of air into battle weary lungs and delivers an axe kick to Angel that puts him back down! Knox presses, almost stumbling around on his leg as he hoists Angel up and delivers a "Into the Void"! Knox's bad knee connects with Blake's jaw causing the Raven to let out a cry of anguish! Blake falls lifelessly to the canvas! }Iyo Kenshin: Matthew Knox crawling on his belly!... Draping an arm over Angel!
{ The referee slides into position for a count! }One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{ Doc calls for the bell! }Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Iyo Kenshin: Matthew Knox has done it! Matthew Knox has vanquished Angel Blake here at WrestleStock to retain his Invictus Championship!
Recorded on 7/17/23{ We open on an extreme close up of the pale, painted face of Angel Blake. }”You did it…”{ He says through clenched teeth. }”You beat me…”{ There’s a strange glimmer in his black eyes. }”You won a battle but I promise you, Knox, this war is far from over…”{ The shot starts to pull back and we see Angel standing outside of Power Surge Performance, a gym operated by the famous Jake Keeton and financed by Matt Knox. } ”In war there are always casualties. That thing with Penny? That was a warning shot. You didn’t take heed. Now? Now it’s time for you to lose something precious to you…”{ Just as Angel says that we see flames explode out of the windows of the gym. Glass goes everywhere as the flames start to lick their way up the outside of the building. Clearly the inside is a complete and total loss at this point. A sinister grin works its way across Angel’s face. }”The people you love will continue to suffer, Knox, they will continue to pay for your sins. You started this. You. What I’ve done, what I will do? It’s your fault. Remember that.”{ Angel slowly walks out of the shot as we focus in on the gym. The roof can be heard caving in now as flames begin to pour out of the top. In the distance you can hear the sounds of sirens but it's far too late to save anything. We return to the arena and the commentary booth. }Terri Morasco: Is Angel insane!?
Vasco Dias: Hey, he's right, Knox started this when he attacked Angel!
Terri Morasco: That doesn't give him the right to burn down a gym!!
Vasco Dias: I think it does, Terri. All's fair in love and war.
Terri Morasco: Yeah well I don't think Knox is going to feel the same way!
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SINGLES MATCH"Demon Slayer" Warren Harper vs. Adel Travent------------------------------------{ We come back from the break with Adel Trevant in the ring and then pan to the commentary booth. }Vasco Dias: Terri, you know what’s next, right?Terri Morasco: We are about to see the re debut of a long beloved IWF veteran!Vasco Dias: Absolutely. This man has been out of action for almost a year and now he’s back, better than ever or so he claims. It’ll be sink or swim tonight for the Demon Slayer, Warren Harper!Terri Morasco: Let’s get to it!{The lights flicker briefly purple before going out. “Save Yourself” by My Darkest Days hits and the crowd are divided for Warren Kane as he emerges from behind the curtains wearing a simple leather jacket, with his hands at his hips and a smile on his face. He then heads towards the ring, solely focused on his own business in that ring. He closes his eyes, takes a breath before jumping up onto the apron, climbing the turnbuckle on the outside and raising his arms in the air getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. The music dies down and the lights return to normal as he drops into the ring.}Terri Morasco: Warren looks to be in phenomenal condition.Vasco Dias: He clearly didn’t skip leg day while he was away, looks like a lot of time in the pool if you ask me.Terri Morasco: How can you tell?Vasco Dias: He’s got a certain sea legs about him.{ We’ve got referee Tommy Knocker on the case tonight and he calls for the bell. Warren and Adel lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. The two of them jockey back and forth for position but it’s Adel who makes the first move with a go behind for a rear waist lock. Warren is struggling with the positioning. }Vasco Dias: Warren looks like a real fish out of water after so much time away.Terri Morasco: Maybe a little ring rust but I wouldn’t say that.{ Warren is able to break the S grip and get his own go behind as well but Adel is on point with a go behind and a quick belly to back suplex to the mat. Adel is up to his feet and really pumped up right now. Warren shakes his head a bit as he stands up, still trying to get the feel of competition back. Adel comes in as Warren reaches his feet and connects with a sling blade! }Vasco Dias: Adel really hooked Warren with that sling blade!Terri Morasco: Is this on purpose?Vasco Dias: Is this on purpose?Terri Morasco: Nothing.{ Adel goes for a cover but it’s only a one count as Warren gets his shoulder right up. Adel brings Warren to his feet in a collar tie up but Warren throws him off and connects with a knife edge chop! The crowd woo’s and Warren hits three more consecutive chops before drilling Adel with a jumping knee strike! }Vasco Dias: Now Warren is diving into the deep end!Terri Morasco: He’s certainly mounting a strong come back!{ With Adel stifled for the moment, Warren comes in with a snapmare followed by a knee strike to the back of Adel’s head! Warren makes a cover here but it’s only a two count as Adel gets his shoulder up. Warren pulls Adel to his feet around the neck and drills him with some more knee strikes! Warren then hoists Adel up with an implant DDT! }Vasco Dias: Warren just harpooned Adel!Terri Morasco: I feel like this is on purpose…Vasco Dias: Warren absolutely over taking Adel like he was Michael Phelps at the Olympics!? Of course it’s on purpose!Terri Morasco: Ok…{ Warren makes another cover but it’s only a two count again. Warren seems like he’s got his confidence back at this point in the match and brings Adel up to his feet. Warren connects with three knife edge chops that backs Adel into the corner. Warren backs up and drills Adel with a Fade to Grey superkick! Warren lets out a roar before pulling Adel out of the corner and sending him into the ropes. Warren catches Adel on the rebound with Crisis of Faith! }Vasco Dias: I think the ship has sailed for Adel as Warren is clearly the captain of this ship!Terri Morasco: I hate the accuracy of these references…{ Warren is ready to send this one home for the night as he pulls Adel up by the head. Warren hits a stiff kick to the midsection of Adel and grabs him with The Reclamation! Adel bounces head over feet backward and lays practically dead on the mat. Warren hooks both of Adel’s legs as Tommy Knocker comes in for the pin. }ONE!TWO!THREE!{ Warren pops up as Alison announces him the winner. }Vasco Dias: Warren Harper swum back up from the depths of essentially retirement to claim his first win back here in the IWF!Terri Morasco: And an impressive victory at that! Whatever he’s been doing in his time away is paying off here. Are you sure you’re ok Vasco?Vasco Dias: I didn’t want to brag but I just finished paying off my new yacht with the bonuses Mr Verona has been paying me and… wait, hold on a second I’ve just got a text message about Orcas and… oh god.{ Warren stands with his arms raised as we head to a break. }------------------------------------
SEGMENT"Won't happen again."
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Khardiata Senghor stands next to Tiffany Jones. Khardiata has a cold facial expression. She has her hands on her hips while wearing silk dark blue cargo pants with buttons all over, a velvet cardigan with buttons all over, iridescent sneakers, iridescent bracelet, watch with iridescent straps, iridescent necklace, and a iridescent headband decorated with bronze hair clips. Tiffany isn't as perky as Ella. Tiffany seems professional enough. Tiffany speaks into the microphone with the confidence of someone who's done this a thousand times.Tiffany Jones: “Ladies and gentlemen I'm Tiffany Jones. I'm standing by with 'Lady Savvy' Khardiata Senghor. Well let's get right into it shall we? Last week on Odyssey was your debut. Unfortunately you lost the match against another newcomer 'The Ace of All Trades' Zasshu II. So how are you feeling?”Khardiata Senghor: “A loss like this, on my debut....To say that I'm disgusted with myself would be an understatement. Besides the mask Zasshu II is flavorless. I don't get the appeal but yeah she bested me last week. That won't happen again. I stand here as one sorry ass bitch.”It takes everything in her power not to make a stank face. Tiffany gives a surprised look at Khardiata. Then Tiffany tries to remain stoic.Tiffany Jones: “Now how do you plan to bounce back?”Khardiata Senghor: “I don't give away my strategies. All I can say is that I'm not a quitter. Growing up it was instilled into me that nothing comes around easily and if it does be weary. Same thing goes for people. If Zasshu II even lasts long enough on this roster, I hope one day I get to wrestle her again. Because I most definitely won't lose to her again. I will be better and Zasshu II will still be the same by the time we meet again.”Tiffany Jones: “Do you think that you might have lost because you didn't take Zasshu II seriously enough?”Khardiata pauses before she answers. Then eventually she nods.Khardiata Senghor: “Yes I did. However as I stated before the next round between me and her I will be victorious. Because last week we started on the same level. If we have a rematch I swear I will out maneuver her. Because that's how I roll. I keep gaining more knowledge and more experience. And if Zasshu II somehow some way figures out how to keep up with me in the squared circle, she can't handle me on the microphone either.”Tiffany Jones: “What is your ultimate goal here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation?”Khardiata Senghor: “I want to be the IWF Women's World champ. No need tto sugar coat that. Zasshu II clearly doesn't have it in her to be honest about her desires. Or maybe she's confused about what occupation she chose. Anyway I need to go. I'm supposed to be watching the show tonight so I can study my competition.”Tiffany Jones: “Alright. Thank you for your time Khardiata.”Khardiata smirks at the camera and then struts away.
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SINGLES MATCH
TJ Alexander vs. Ultimo Forajido
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Alison Valance: Please welcome at this time, making his way to the ring from London England, TJ ALEXANDER!!!!
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{ As "The Touch" By Stan Bush blares out of the PA speakers, TJ Alexander walks onto stages and raises his hands out to the side, he walks down the ramp with a cocky arrogance and chip on his shoulder, and TJ runs into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and looks into the crowd with a smile on his face. }
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to the electrifying world of professional wrestling! Get ready to witness a spectacle like no other as we bring you the thrilling entrance of the one and only, hailing from the sun-kissed shores of Playa del Carmen, Mexico, the enigmatic warrior, Ultimo Forajido!
{ The arena is shrouded in darkness, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the opening chords of "People of the Sun" by Rage Against The Machine reverberate throughout the venue, sending shockwaves of excitement through the roaring crowd. Strobe lights flicker in sync with the music, bathing the arena in an array of vibrant colors. As the intense rhythm builds, a spotlight pierces through the darkness, focusing on the entrance ramp. Emerging from the smoke, the silhouette of a masked figure slowly materializes. Clad in a technicolor sombrero, adorned with feathers and sparkling gems, Ultimo Forajido stands tall with an air of defiance, his eyes blazing with determination. With each beat of the drum, Ultimo Forajido confidently strides forward, his lucha libre mask reflecting the spirit of his ancestors. The Mexican flag is draped across his shoulders, billowing in the wind, symbolizing his unwavering pride for his heritage. The crowd's cheers grow louder, their adoration fueling the warrior within. }
{ As the explosive chorus kicks in, fireworks erupt from the stage, illuminating the entire arena. Ultimo Forajido spreads his arms wide, basking in the adulation of his devoted fans. With each step, his presence exudes a mixture of power, agility, and an unbreakable spirit. Leaping onto the ring apron, Ultimo Forajido gracefully vaults over the top rope, landing with a resounding thud. He leaps to the turnbuckle, raising his arms triumphantly as the crowd erupts with chants of "Forajido! Forajido!" The music reaches its climax, infusing the atmosphere with an undeniable energy. }
{ Finally, Ultimo Forajido removes his extravagant sombrero, placing it gently on the ring post. The crowd's anticipation reaches its zenith as he readies himself for the impending battle, his eyes locked onto his opponent, ready to unleash his explosive style of lucha libre. Ultimo Forajido, the embodiment of passion and resilience, is now in the ring, ready to conquer any obstacle in his path. With "People of the Sun" echoing through the arena, he stands tall, his gaze fixed on victory, prepared to fight for glory, honor, and the adoration of his loyal fans. Brace yourselves for an unforgettable performance as Ultimo Forajido unleashes his high-flying, awe-inspiring skills within the squared circle! }
{ The atmosphere in the arena is electric as the crowd anticipates the showdown between two incredible competitors - TJ Alexander and Ultimo Forajido. The bell rings, and the match kicks off with a fierce intensity. Both men lock eyes, determined to prove their worth and claim victory. }
Terri Morasco: You can feel the energy in this building right now as these men stare each other down, neither man flinching!
Vasco Dias: I don't know if I'd call either of those guys a man, Morasco. What are they, a hundred pounds soaking wet? They look more like two teenage boys getting ready to battle it out on the playground. You know how I feel about these annoying luchadors though.
Terri Morasco: I know, I know… you hate them.
{ TJ Alexander wastes no time, charging forward with a burst of speed, aiming to catch Ultimo off guard. He executes a flawless dropkick, sending Ultimo reeling back. Seizing the advantage, TJ follows up with a series of lightning-fast strikes, staggering Ultimo and keeping him on the defensive. The crowd roars in approval as TJ dominates the early moments of the match. He whips Ultimo into the ropes and sends him flying with a spinebuster, rattling the ring. Ultimo tries to rally, but TJ stays relentless, targeting Ultimo's leg with a calculated assault. }
Terri Morasco: Alexander is trying to ground his opposition, which is a strong strategy.
Vasco Dias: Those kicks are brutal! That'll knot up a leg in a hurry! It's clear who the smartest guy in the match is.
{ With every punishing kick and submission hold, TJ wears down Ultimo, preventing him from mounting a significant offense. The crowd can't help but be impressed by TJ's technical prowess and relentless aggression. Ultimo, refusing to back down, manages to create some distance between them. He springs off the ropes, attempting a high-flying attack, but TJ expertly catches him in mid-air and transitions into a spine-jarring powerbomb. The crowd gasps as Ultimo's body crashes to the canvas. }
Terri Morasco: Did you hear the impact on that powerbomb?!
Vasco Dias: It shook the ring, Morasco– which isn't easy to do when you're smacking it with a wet noodle!
{ TJ maintains control of the match, displaying an impressive combination of power moves and high-flying agility. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as TJ ascends the turnbuckle, ready to take flight. He launches himself into the air, executing a breathtaking shooting star press that connects with pinpoint accuracy. The impact is devastating, but to everyone's surprise, Ultimo somehow kicks out at the last possible moment, showing incredible resilience. The crowd erupts in amazement at the heart and determination on display from both competitors. }
Terri Morasco: TJ was so, so close there, Vasco! We are talking a heartbeat away!
Vasco Dias: I think that hurt Alexander almost as much as it hurt Ultimo on the landing though! Doesn't anyone just do a simple leg drop any more?
{ TJ is undeterred by Ultimo's resilience. He transitions into a ground-and-pound assault, targeting Ultimo's head with a series of punishing strikes. The referee keeps a close eye on Ultimo, but he shows no signs of backing down. As the match progresses, Ultimo begins to mount a comeback, digging deep into his reserves of strength and courage. He lands a series of stiff kicks and a breathtaking tornado DDT that leaves the audience in awe. }
Terri Morasco: Ultimo just drove Alexander's head into the canvas! What a beautiful tornado DDT!
Vasco Dias: It depends on your perspective. I doubt Alexander would agree with you as he tries to figure out where he is in that ring.
{ The crowd is split, torn between the two competitors as they give their all in pursuit of victory. The match becomes a seesaw battle, with momentum swinging back and forth between TJ and Ultimo. With both men running on pure adrenaline, they exchange near falls, each coming agonizingly close to securing the victory. The crowd is on their feet, fully invested in the roller-coaster ride of this epic encounter. Ultimo hits a powerful move and goes for a pinfall. }
1…
2..
{ TJ Alexander kicks out, moving quickly to his feet. }
Terri Morasco: Ultimo taking the fight to Alexander, but TJ just won't quit! Somehow, some way he's to his feet!
{ In the climax of the match, TJ manages to counter one of Ultimo's high-risk maneuvers with a perfectly timed superkick. The impact is thunderous, and Ultimo crumples to the mat. TJ seizes the moment, scaling the turnbuckle once more. He leaps off with a picture-perfect 450 splash, connecting with precision. The crowd counts along as the referee makes the cover. }
1...
2...
3!
{ The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in a mix of astonishment and admiration as TJ Alexander emerges victorious. Both men lie spent in the ring, having given their all in a breathtaking display of athleticism and skill. }
Terri Morasco: What a display we just witnessed of athleticism and pure heart! Neither man has it in them to move but it was TJ Alexander who was just a little bit better on this night!
Vasco Dias: Compose yourself, Morasco! You're embarrassing yourself out here gushing over these guys with all of this praise!
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HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
3000 Word Limit
James Gilmore vs. Wraith
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{ 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 tsee 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..."
{ Once inside the ring, the Islander alum points heavenward, taking in the moments as he waits for his opponent. }
Vasco Dias: Seriously, Terri, what is James Gilmore doing in this tournament?! He hasn’t done anything to deserve to be here!
Terri Morasco: James Gilmore deserves to be here, Vasco, and you should treat him with the respect that he has earned!
{ A hush falls over the crowd as they await the arrival of the current IWF World Television and Tag Team Champion, Wraith is the last one left to make their appearance… The lights throughout the Wells Fargo Center all go out, and the opening music of “Death’s Door” begins to play. It doesn’t last long until the lights come back on, and Wraith stands perched on the turnbuckle, overlooking everybody in the ring. One title around his waist, and one title around his neck. He hops down from the turnbuckle and cocks his head to the side as the music fades into the background. }
Vasco Dias: Feel my arms, Terri! Feel them! GOOSEBUMPS! Every time! EVERY TIME!
Terri Morasco: I’m starting to feel like you have a crush on Wraith.
{ From the moment the bell sounds, Gilmore and Wraith square each other up; Wraith dashes in to go for a waist lock, and Gilmore is able to evade to the side. Gilmore goes for a wild overhand strike. Wraith catches his arm and switches it to a classic collar-and-elbow lock while Gilmore tries to angle himself out of it– Gilmore draws Wraith in and drives a knee to his midsection, then sails him over with an arm drag! }
Terri Morasco: The Islander alum with a good counter against Wraith, and he’s got a good transition as he goes for the armbar! I think he may be able to get it locked in!
Vasco Dias: All he’s going to do is piss him off!
{ Wraith is relentless with trying to slip out of the hold, preventing James Gilmore from getting the hold fully locked in… Gilmore answers with several hammer and anvil elbow strikes against Wraith’s collarbone while he is defenseless and then wrenches on the arm to attempt to use the momentum and weakened condition of Wraith to take full advantage– Wraith grits his teeth, keeping his elbows interlocked, and is able to slip out and roll James Gilmore into a schoolyard cover! }
Vasco Dias: And that’s why he’s the favorite to win this thing! Elusive as ever!
Terri Morasco: Colt is in position for the count, but James Gilmore releases, and rolls backwards to escape the pinfall.
{ The first to his feet is Wraith, as James Gilmore is just milliseconds behind; Wraith charges forward and jumps for a flying knee, and Gilmore is able to block with his hand but takes some damage in the exchange! The momentum from Wraith shoves Gilmore into the corner, and Wraith charges forward and drives thunderous kicks to Gilmore’s midsection, battling him down to a seated position, and continues with the mudhole stomps. }
Vasco Dias: Do you see what happens when you poke the bear, Terri? He mauls you! That’s exactly what’s happening to James Gilmore right now, because he thought that he could share the ring with the monster, but the monster only has one thing on its mind and that is to kill!
Terri Morasco: The aggressiveness that Wraith is putting on full display here is really showing how badly he would like to win Heir to the Throne. He’s been thwarted two years in a row– the first time by Roberto Verona, and the second year by Angel Blake, and you have to imagine how badly he wants to believe that the third time could be the charm.
Vasco Dias: It is the charm, Terri! It really is!
Terri Morasco: This tournament is pretty stacked, and Wraith does not have an easy path ahead of him. He still has to face Matt Knox, and John Strader, and keep in mind that he has said his intent is to end every single match with a submission! Do you think that gives James Gilmore a shot?
Vasco Dias: Not a very large chance, no.
{ All the while the commentators are conversing, Wraith continued his assault against James Gilmore. Colt Collins finally interjects and shoves Wraith back a step– he says something to Wraith suggesting a disqualification if he doesn’t follow his rules. Wraith springs toward Gilmore again and connects with a double stomp into the corner! Wraith uses the ropes to leverage himself in and uses his boots to start choking the life out of James Gilmore, and Colt Collins is there to immediately start the four count! }
Colt Collins: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
{ Wraith releases just before the five count, and sneers at Gilmore as Colt Collins is backing him up. Colt speaks again, this time much more audible. }
Colt Collins: Come on, dude! I don’t wanna have to disqualify you here!
{ He says while holding up his index finger as if to gesture that Wraith has had his warning. James Gilmore tries to recover in the corner after some of the damage has been done, and Wraith charges past Collins again with a knee to Gilmore’s temple– Gilmore looks out after the knee strike, but Wraith pulls him back to his feet and sails him over with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex! }
Terri Morasco: That is straight out of the playbook, a beautifully executed suplex–
Vasco Dias: You absolutely have to admire the grit that Wraith has had throughout this tournament! Like– for months, really! For months, he has been going on another level, Terri, and it’s just being put on full display here!
Terri Morasco: He could look for the pinfall here, and– wait… Wraith rolls through with it and still has Gilmore locked!
Vasco Dias: That’s a page out of his aunty’s playbook!
Terri Morasco: The Three Wishes! Wraith with a second Northern Lights Suplex! And he keeps the bridge held this time!
{ Colt slides into position, and counts with Gilmore’s shoulders down. }
ONE!
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TWO!
{ JAMES GILMORE KICKS OUT! }
Vasco Dias: Wraith was born in this business! Raised in this business! Molded by it! Every Bane reference you can put in here, because he is just a monster in the ring!
Terri Morasco: But it’s a mistake to ever count out James Gilmore, Vasco. James Gilmore is the classic underdog! And I think there is another energy that comes from James Gilmore when he has his back against the wall, and it’s just not something that you should overlook!
{ James Gilmore rolls onto his stomach to get to his feet, but the predator spots another opening, and locks Gilmore into a bulldog choke! }
Terri Morasco: James Gilmore is trying to get a little spark of life, but Wraith has been there every single time to just squash it.
{ James continues to fight and squirm to get out of the hold, but still to no avail. Wraith wrenches harder on the hold, and Gilmore groans in agony while Colt Collins is in position to ask James if he would like to tap out– the Islander alumni refuses and starts pumping his fist into the air to attempt to get the crowd to rally behind him. They are getting more and more behind him until he finally manages to push himself a little bit off of the canvas carrying his own weight as well as Wraith’s…his knees tremble while trying to maintain the weight, and he drives a hard elbow to Wraith’s midsection! A second elbow! A third! Wraith takes Gilmore over with a headlock takedown to stump the momentum that he was trying to build, and wrenches on the hold– but Gilmore is able to swing his legs upward and catch Wraith with with a headscissors lock! }
Terri Morasco: And just like that, James Gilmore shifts the momentum into his favor!
Vasco Dias: Good, Terri! I’m glad he did! I’m glad he escaped because no predator likes easy prey! And that is all James Gilmore is to him! PREY!
{ With Wraith locked in the headscissors, Gilmore begins raining down elbow strikes against Wraith’s skull! Each shattering elbow comes in rapid succession– Wraith tries to defend himself to the best of his ability, but James has him in good positioning… Wraith finally manages to break free from the headscissors hold, and sits up, but Gilmore rushes forward and gets Wraith into a rear naked choke– Gilmore is looking to get the hold fully locked in, but Wraith is able to toss and wriggle himself to keep Gilmore from getting it cinched; Wraith drives a couple of thunderous elbows to Gilmore’s ribcage. }
Vasco Dias: I think I see…
{ Wraith rolls to the ring corner as James Gilmore rolls in the opposite direction; Wraith uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. James is two-thirds of the way to the opposite corner, still in a seated position as he looks across at his opponent… the camera focuses on the youngest world champion in its history, the son of Tara, the Tag Team Champion, and the current TV Champion, Wraith, as his face is a bloody mess. But the pearly white teeth shine through the crimson mask as Wraith begins smearing the blood on his face and starts cackling maddingly. }
Terri Morasco: Colt Collins looks like he just saw the devil, and I’m going to say, I think we may be truly looking at him! Wraith is laughing at the damage that has been done! Wraith is laughing at James Gilmore!
{ James uses the far ropes to pull himself to his feet, a little bit startled by the reaction that James Gilmore has– Wraith takes a step out of the corner and cracks his neck before beginning to shout at James Gilmore in Tlingit, the Southeastern Alaskan dialect. }
Terri Morasco: Do you know what he’s saying?!
Vasco Dias: I think he’s putting a curse on him!
{ Wraith spits the blood to the mat and challenges James Gilmore to meet him in the center of the ring, and he is happy to oblige– Wraith starts pounding his own chest indicating for Gilmore to take an open strike, and James Gilmore nods excitedly before delivering a huge knife edge chop! Wraith just laughs at it, and shakes it off– he turns to James again and challenges him to do it again! }
Terri Morasco: What is he thinking, Vasco?
Vasco Dias: He’s fired up!
{ A SECOND KNIFE EDGE CHOP! The clap from the chop echoes throughout the Wells Fargo Center, and the crowd is behind James Gilmore with it. Gilmore, not to be one-upped, challenges Wraith to do the same…and Wraith…ever-happy to oblige, delivers a huge overhand chop! James Gilmore stumbles back to the ropes, and draws in a deep breath after the hard shot, and he goes back toward Wraith. Wraith goes for a second one, but James Gilmore thinks better of it, and parries! James Gilmore gets Wraith with the IRON CLAW! }
Vasco Dias: You had to know that James Gilmore would take a cheap lead like that! And it–
Terri Morasco: Vasco! VASCO! Wraith is still laughing about it!
{ The camera zooms in on Wraith as he continues to laugh while James Gilmore is squeezing on the Iron Claw, and he shakes his head a little bit while trying to apply more and more pressure… Wraith raises an arm and brings it down across Gilmore’s to try to free himself from the hold, but to no avail! James Gilmore continues to apply more pressure, and a second shot from Wraith, but still no avail! James Gilmore is relentless with trying to force Wraith to have to tap out to this hold, as Wraith’s laughs come less and less and more frustration is starting to settle in. }
Terri Morasco: The pressure that James Gilmore is applying to the Iron Claw looks like he could have it in, and at Wraith’s own fault for getting cocky– he should not have let him lock it in, and now he…wait…wait, Wraith shoves James Gilmore back with everything he has! James is still holding on, but the two are now in the corner and Colt Collins is calling for the rope break!
Vasco Dias: Finally!
{ James is starting to let go, and Wraith unleashes with a series of palm strikes! Gilmore does his best to defend himself in this position as Colt Collins dares not to get in between the two, but is threatening Wraith with a disqualification! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Wraith backs up and starts snarling at James Gilmore while waiting for him to come back out of the corner… James Gilmore looks for an opening of his own, and jumps up to go for the headscissor takedown! }
Terri Morasco: James Gilmore could be looking for the WIPEOUT!
{ Wraith is able to use a cartwheel to stay on his feet, and to James Gilmore’s surprise– Wraith charges in and hits James with a heavy knee strike, grabbing James’s head in the process and dragging him toward the mat– James Gilmore is dazed, and Wraith transitions from the ground position and gets DEATH’S DOOR in! James Gilmore flails an arm into the air while looking for the ropes but Wraith has him in a good spot…James tries to find his positioning, and is doing everything he can. }
Vasco Dias: It’s time to say goodnight!
Terri Morasco: James Gilmore is trying to fight it though! He’s trying, and if he could just power himself forward a little bit…but damn, Wraith has that in pretty tight.
{ Colt is in the perfect position to see if Gilmore will tap out, and is asking him if he would like to… James continues to resist tapping out, and reaches everywhere one more time in hopes for the ropes, but to no avail. GILMORE TAPS! }
DING! DING! DING!
{ Colt Collins is shoving and prodding at Wraith to get him to break the hold, and Wraith releases. He sneers and snarls at James Gilmore as his theme starts to play– Colt Collins grabs Wraith’s wrist and holds it up before he can get to a standing base. }
Alison Valance: Your winner! By way of submission! WRAAAAAIIIIIITTTTHHHH!!!!!
{ Just as his name is announced, the lights go out, and when they come back up, Wraith is gone. }
Vasco Dias: Tough break there!
Terri Morasco: He fought as long as he could, and I thought he had it for a moment, but Wraith prevails.
{ After Wraith has left the ring, JJ stands there and tries to compose his thoughts. He took in the crowd’s cheers after a hard-fought match in which the result really didn’t matter to him, but that state of meditation is short-lived as the Islander alum swung back around…only to be smacked in the head with a steel chair from RAM! }
Terri Morasco: Oh, gimme a break!
Vasco Dias: Hurt him some more, kiddo!
Terri Morasco: RAM has lost his frigging mind!
{ SMACK!! Over and over again, RAM continues pounding away on the back of his former trainer and father figure! He smirks from ear to ear, watching as JJ manages to crawl out of the ring and onto the floor, but without warning, we see Nick Danger racing towards the ring at a full rate of speed! }
Vasco Dias: Here we go!!
Terri Morasco: The cavalry’s here to save the day!
{ Nick check up on JJ and slide inside the ring ready to fight but Ram step out of the ring going into the crowd and ask for a microphone }
RAM: HEY!! You lookin’ for another beatin’, boy?! Worse than what Wraith gave you?! Worse than what I did to you on day one!?! Come and get some…
{ Nick ask for a microphone and speaks with a look of determination on his face }
Nick Danger: Hell if you want to fight bring your ass inside this ring and all the people of Philadelphia can watch me whoop your ass…but first go in the back and ask Yulia for a pair of balls because you damn sure will never be at JJ level.
RAM: Heh, I don’t need to be on JJ’s level no more! I have my own, boy! I OWN you! I MADE you relevant! I’m gonna beat ya harder than the LAST time!
{ Nick chuckles for a moment then speaks }
Nick Danger: You made me relevant right Ram? So to burst your bubble but you never made me relevant in my career when I was coming up. I see you are mad because, after the three-threat match for the television title, you went after Nick Knight instead of the title. But you blame me for saying I used to get what I wanted but that was not the case. Stevie Wonder can see you being used by Yulia and you are too stupid to see it.
{ Nick stops for a moment and speaks }
Nick Danger: So if you want to fight then let's fight in Bloody Assizes. The same stakes that were on JJ are on me as well. Also, the natch will be a street fight. If you have the balls then accept Ram.
Ram: You're on!
{ The crowd roars. }
Terri Morasco: You heard it folks! Ram versus Nick Danger in a street fight at Bloody Assizes!
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SEGMENT
"It's time that I play my role."
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{ Every light in the Wells Fargo Center goes out. }
I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD!
{ The crowd cheers when Lzzy Hale’s voice resonates throughout the speakers, holding the opening note. The camera angle selected focuses on Serena Riot, as she sits front row, sporting the face paint that she typically would when she competed; she has a smile on her face while acknowledging the camera taking the glance at her, but then turns her attention immediately to the curtains as the audience anticipates the arrival of the legendary Tara Fenix. }
Vasco Dias: Can you believe the nerve of that woman?! She has the nerve– the audacity– to show her face here tonight after how she treated our GODDESS?
Terri Morasco: She is an honored guest here, Vasco. Word has it that this mystery executive gave Cliff–
Vasco Dias: Cliff is an intern, and he needs to learn his place!
Terri Morasco: He is an assistant to one of our executives! And either way, let’s not forget the war that Serena Riot went through with Tara a couple months ago on this very show! She has earned our respect.
{ Fog shoots onto the stage as the crowd gets louder and louder until Tara Fenix finally emerges from beyond the fog in her casual attire– a licensed The Fenix Sisters hoodie with the hood pulled up, and a number of the Purge masks begin lighting up the audience…Tara walks to the end of the stage and raises a hand over her brow to scour further into the audience as a number of people start bowing to her as if in worship. }
Vasco Dias: Y’see that, Terri? Respect! People need to learn to respect her name!
Terri Morasco: It wasn’t too long ago that you were running her name through the mud.
Vasco Dias: BLASPHEMY! BLASPHEMOUS WORDS!
{ Tara gives two thumbs up to the crowd and pivots on her heel to start moving down the ramp, as the camera picks up everybody in the front row along the ramp bowing down to her. She takes a microphone from a crew member by ringside, and then walks up the steel steps and hooks an arm around the top rope whilst still scouring the crowd, and that traditional “Docherty” smirk on her face. She pulls her hood back to give a full display of her smirk that radiates confidence and arrogance, and then she finally steps inside of the ring. Just as she raises the microphone, as if on cue, the music fades. }
Tara Fenix: Do you hear them?
{ The question, while nameless, is clearly directed at Serena Riot…and so the camera pans over to show Serena Riot as she listens to the crowd still chanting and cheering for Tara. The camera returns to Tara inside of the ring. }
Tara Fenix: Do you see how much they love me– how much they respect me– because they know, they know how much I have given to them? How much I have GIVEN of myself so that people like you could even step foot into my ring? Look at them! Look at them!
{ The camera scours the audience to see a number of them bowing down to her, revering her as if she were truly a goddess. }
Vasco Dias: That’s right.
Terri Morasco: There is no denying that Tara has earned the respect from everybody in this industry, but I’m just wondering what she’s trying to get at.
Tara Fenix: Look at what they do for me, and realize that I earned this… and you… NEVER… will.
{ There is a small hiccup in the audience when the venom comes off of her tongue. While continuing her speech, Tara moves to the corner closest to where Serena Riot is seated, and Tara leans against the turnbuckle facing her so that there’s no mistaking that she’s out here to talk to her. }
Tara Fenix: Do you understand that you would not have ever had a career if it wasn’t for me. And then you want to send some sort of message to me? You ask me… to go to your show. And what do I do? I OBLIGE! I give you exactly what you ask for, and I sit there– I watch– I support… even silently, I supported you! And you think that you are going to embarrass me? You think that I’m not going to have something to say to you?
{ Tara pivots on her heels and walks back toward the center of the ring. }
Tara Fenix: I am sick and tired of everybody in this business doing everything they can to try to vilify me, and vilify my family, after everything that we’ve done for them! After everything we’ve given to them! I brought up a whole new generation to step into this ring, and I trained them to the best of my ability… But people forgot about that. I’ve spent my money to provide a stage for the greatest matches– the greatest competitors– DREAM MATCHES! That nobody would otherwise see! I! GAVE! YOU! THAT! STAGE! And everybody forgot about that. Serena–
{ The crowd cheers a little bit as the camera angle shifts back to Serena when she stands up. She’s mumbling some words under her breath at Tara, but all of it is inaudible. Tara starts gesturing to the side. }
Tara Fenix: Security– let her pass. Serena! I want you to get into this ring, because the next thing I have to say to you, I want to say it to your face, and I do not want to hear any excuses from anybody trying to say that I’m hiding.
{ Serena Riot steps over the barricade and she wastes no time getting into the ring. It has been less than two months since Serena announced her retirement, but that adrenaline surges throughout her as she slides under the bottom rope and kips back to her feet. She walks over and snatches the microphone from Tara. }
Serena Riot: You wanted me here, you–
{ Tara snatches the microphone back. }
Tara Fenix: That’s my microphone.
{ Serena sneers at her, but looks mildly amused by the statement. }
Tara Fenix: At FCW this last week, you had me there as a guest– and you tried to embarrass me. You thought that I was going to– fold… You thought that I was going to crumble, but honey, I’ve beaten you in the middle of this very ring, and it’s going to be the same result each and every time. I truly want to know– what I did to you… I truly want to know how you could perceive my actions as villainous, ‘cause all I ever did was give you credit! I said you were meant to do this. I said you were born to do this! And– if I were still an executive on IWF, I would be cutting every deal I could make, and calling in every favor I could fathom to sign you to IWF… and I would be foolish to tell you that I wouldn’t… I would love to see you compete full-time here. I would love to see you earn your way to the top and challenge for the IWF Women’s World Champion! Now– you could never do it–
{ She says while patting Serena’s shoulder in a near-comforting fashion, and the crowd does boo Tara’s response at this time. }
Tara Fenix: –but I would love to see you try! The point that I’m trying to make is that you– were born to do this… You should be in the ring. That was why I accepted your invitation to just sit in the audience of your show… to support you. And so– I will support you again… You want a rematch? I will fight you! ON! MY! CRUISE! In October… I! WILL! FIGHT! YOU!
{ The crowd does go into a thunderous round of applause when Tara makes the announcement that she has accepted Serena’s challenge. }
Terri Morasco: This is exciting news, Vasco! We’re going to see Tara and Serena Riot II at TFTE!
Tara Fenix: But Serena– Serena…
{ Tara looks toward the audience. }
Tara Fenix: Hush down! I’m not done talking!
{ The crowd does quiet down a little bit, and Tara cracks a smile when she turns her attention back to Serena. }
Tara Fenix: I’ve done nothing but support you, and you spat in my face. You disrespected me. You vilified me, and honey… After so many times of being accused of being the villain– it’s time that I play my role.
{ Serena looks slightly confused, and before she has a chance to respond, Tara snaps back and comes forward with a ferocious GENOCIDE KICK! }
Terri Morasco: WHAT?! Why would she do that?
{ The crowd turns into some jeers against Tara Fenix, but there are still some audience members cheering for the twenty-three-year veteran; the audience is clearly favoring Serena though. Serena falls flat on her back and clutches her jaw as Tara gets all of the power behind that single kick… }
Vasco Dias: The disrespect, Terri! People continue trying to tarnish Tara’s reputation, and she’s had enough of it!
{ Tara kneels down beside Serena and chuckles under her breath. }
Tara Fenix: See you in another three months, darling.
{ Tara drops the microphone onto Serena, and “Back From the Dead” by Halestorm starts to play over the speakers again as Tara departs from the ring. Tara smirks while looking out toward the audience and gives a gentle wave to them. Serena rolls onto her side, sneering and snarling at Tara until we fade to a commercial break. }
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TAG TEAM MATCH
3000 Word Limit Accumulative
Jennie Fenix & Brooklyn Madrox vs. Amber Vogel & Kai Sachiko
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Terri Morasco: Welcome back everyone! We're set for a little tag team action up next. Ironically enough, after that rather shocking display we saw from Tara Fenix we saw before the commercial break, we are now going to see one of her students take the ring against Tara's own sister.
Vasco Dias: Which shows the type of fingerprints she has left on this industry, Morasco!
{ "Faster" by Dax & Tech N9ne plays over the PA, and Amber Vogel comes out with her arms raised in the air whilst showboating to the crowd and trying to entice them to get louder. She gets a mixed reaction off of them, but doesn't let that dissuade her when she rushes down the ring ramp, greeting as many of the audience as she can before finally sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She springs to her feet, a pep in her step, and skips to the nearby corner while leaning over the corner and blows a kiss out to the audience. She turns to wait for her partner to arrive. }
{ As soon as Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill turns on Kai Sachiko is rushing the ramp. She stands on the ring post and points to herself while talking in her native tongue before pounding on her shoulder to show she is ready to go. }
Terri Morasco: The interesting aspect of this match might be, despite Amber and Kai being far less accomplished individually, do they function better as a unit tonight than their opponents?
Vasco Dias: They don't seem to hate each other, which is probably a good start. Let's be real though, Morasco, talent matters. There's going to be a lot more talent standing across the ring from these two women, too. Both women are young, and they might make a good show of it. I know who is going to win though. We all do!
Terri Morasco: This is interesting… Jennie Fenix just walked out onto the stage with no music… and what is she carrying? Is that– Is that a carpet?!
Vasco Dias: What in the hell is she doing now?!
{ Jennie motions for the crowd to simmer down. She bends down, playfully wiggling her bottom in front of the camera before rolling out a red carpet in front of the entryway. Now she pops up, motioning for the crowd to make some noise by waving both arms before the younger Fenix Sister points to the entryway NWO-style. }
{ The lights in the arena fade to black as purple and white strobe lights begin to flitter about the crowd and a low misty fog envelopes the entranceway. The frantic strobe effect over the top of a drum beat stop as suddenly stops as they began. "I’M NOT AN OUTCAST” blasts forth from the speakers of the arena and all spotlights turn to the top of the ramp to illuminate two figures standing there, eyes closed and heads lowered. }
You think I'm evil
Say I'm obscene
Call me a misfit
I'm just unique
{ As the song continues, both Jennie and Brooklyn snap their heads upwards; Brooky smirking around at the audience as her shockingly blue eyes glint in the smoke and strobe lights, and Jennie trying not to giggle. Brooklyn takes a step forward, unconsciously cracking her neck from side to side, her eyes fixated on the ring in front of her; and Jennie stands at her side mimicking her every movement, only grabbing at her own neck when she tries to crack it. }
Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 112 pounds Ms Can't Miss, BROOKLYYYYYYYN MAAAAAAADROOOOOOX!
You say I'm trouble
Call me a freak
It's not intentional
It's just me
{ Brooklyn looks up, her smirk turning into a snarling smile, tongue tracing along her upper teeth, before she begins her walk to the ring. She glances back at Jennie, seemingly a little annoyed by her partner's display as she follows behind her. Brooklyn seems to glide up the ring steps before wiping her boots on the apron and stepping into the ring. Jennie follows suit. }
I'm just misunderstood
I'm just miss misunderstood
I'm just miss misunderstood
I'm just miss misunderstood
{ Brooklyn makes her way to the center of the ring, raising an arm high into the air before lowering it, finger pointed at her opponent as she refuses to break eye contact. Jennie claps for her before remembering she needs to point at Kai and Amber too, which she tries -and fails- to look as serious as possible in doing. }
Terri Morasco: Jennie Fenix having a little light-hearted fun with Brooklyn already and this crowd seems to love it!
Vasco Dias: That was embarrassing, Morasco! You know who else probably also doesn't love it–
Terri Morasco: Brooklyn?
Vasco Dias: Yes, Brooklyn! An entrance is about getting your mind ready! You're preparing for a fight! Jennie made a mockery of it! That's no way to endear yourself to your partner!
Terri Morasco: Calm down. You're spraying it instead of saying it over there.
{ Amber and Kai try to work through a bit of a language barrier on their side as they decide who will start. On the other side, Jennie and Brooklyn seem to be having an outright disagreement. Amber eventually gets Kai to take the apron with physical cues. Brooklyn finally steps out, allowing Jennie to start the match for their team. The referee for this contest, Colt Collins, calls for the opening bell. }
Ding!
{ Jennie offers a quick handshake to Amber as the two women start to circle each other. They lock up. The power Vogel possesses in her one hundred forty-seven pound frames helps her to drive Jennie into a corner. Vogel offers Jennie a clean break, and Jennie comes out of the corner nodding her head. They tie up again, with Amber transitioning into a go-behind waist lock to set up for a dumping German Suplex! Vogel showboats, rattling off five pushups for the crowd to a few boos as Jennie sits up on the canvas holding her neck. Both women make it back to a vertical base, with Jennie coming in the aggressor this time after the pushup display. Fenix kicks Vogel in the midsection cleanly, then blisters her across the chest with a knife-edge chop! Jennie whips Vogel into a neutral corner, following her in with a handspring back elbow to the jaw! Jennie takes control of Amber's head, bringing her out of the corner with a big running bulldog! Jennie floats over into a cover. The official slides into position for a count… }
One!
Two!!
No!!!
{ Amber kicks out just before the three count! }
Terri Morasco: A near-fall there, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: I'm only shocked that Amber kicked out of it, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: Jennie bringing Amber up, looking for a hip toss!... but Vogel's too strong! Jennie transitioning on the still reeling Amber! Bridging Backslide by Jennie!
{ Colt slides into position for another count! }
One!
Two!!
No!!!
{ Amber again kicks out before the three thanks in no small part to her power. Fenix uses the "Glasgow Smile" to bring Vogel off the canvas. Jennie executes a Dragon Suplex on Vogel to send the young trainee into the enemy corner! Fenix tags Madrox, showing a willingness to work as a unit with her future opponent despite the bad blood between them. Madrox enters the ring and brings Amber to her feet. A shove from Madrox pins Vogel in the corner, and Brooklyn goes to work with her hands and feet, rattling off some punches and kicks. The striker whips Vogel across the ring into a friendly corner -a rare mistake by Brooklyn- as she looks to show Jennie that anything Fenix can do, Brooklyn can do better. Kai makes a tag on Amber's back as Brooklyn rockets in and delivers a handspring back elbow of her own on Vogel! Brooklyn walks out of the corner with some snark for Jennie. Fenix sees Kai climbing the turnbuckles behind Brooklyn and tries to tell her, however when Brooklyn turns around she's caught with a missledropkick by Kai! Sachiko scampers over and covers Brooklyn for a pin! }
One!
Two!!
No!!!
{ Brooklyn lifts a shoulder off the canvas just as Colt's palm smacks the mat for a two! }
Terri Morasco: Kai almost just pinned the Women's Champion, Vasco! Could you imagine the type of feather in her cap that would have been?!
Vasco Dias: Oh you'd have to think she would have been in consideration for a title shot! Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades though, and Kai isn't working with either! Brooklyn has this completely under control!
{ Sachiko beats Madrox to her feet by a half step. Madrox greets her with a stiff elbow to the side of the head on her approach though, setting up for a snap underarm STO! Brooklyn rolls over, sitting on top of Kai's chest and just starts hammering her with fists. Brooklyn gets up with one final stomp to the chest of Sachiko that takes the breath right out of her! Drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd, Brooklyn stands with her knees slightly bent, taking measure of Kai. The Champion makes Sachiko expend more of her own energy to get to her feet. Madrox goes in hard with "Tooth and Nail" –A flurry of palm strikes, forearm shots, and elbows to the Kai’s head, face, and upper body that backs her into the Jennie/Brooklyn corner- where Madrox follows up with a discus elbow shot! In a bit of gamesmanship, Brooklyn brings Sachiko out of the corner with a running bulldog the way Jennie normally would! Brooklyn pops up and clears Amber off the apron before turning around with a few words for Jennie! }
Vasco Dias: They won't be going out for a victory celebration later together, Morasco, that's for sure!
Terri Morasco: Jennie wants Brooklyn to focus on the match, pleading with her to make a cover…
Vasco Dias: Then maybe don't try to show her up at every turn?
Terri Morasco: I don't think Jennie meant anything malicious by that, she just likes to have fun.
{ Amber gets back up on the apron as Sachiko starts to crawl toward her. Brooklyn alertly turns around and grabs Kai by an ankle. Sachiko up to a hop, rocking Madrox with an Enzuigiri! Kai crawls over and dives for Amber's outstretched arm! Vogel comes in with a flurry, twice running through Brooklyn with clotheslines! Amber pulls Brooklyn up as a few people get behind her and sends Brooklyn into the ropes. The inexperienced rookie sent Brooklyn within arms reach of Jennie though, and Fenix tags herself in with a slap on Brooklyn's back! Amber dishes out a big spinning powerslam on Brooklyn! Madrox sits up in obvious pain, arching her back. Jennie steps between the ropes legally, spinning Amber on her heels and dishing out some punches! Jennie runs the ropes, tucking into a roll and popping up for a rolling clothesline– but Amber ducks it and Jennie inadvertently wipes out Brooklyn with the move! }
Vasco Dias: She hit her own partner!
Terri Morasco: That was completely unintentional, Vasco! She was already in motion when Amber ducked and Brooklyn was unfortunately behind them!
Vasco Dias: Unintentional my ass!
{ Jennie tries to apologize profusely as Brooklyn rolls to the floor. Fenix stands with her hands on her head, genuinely remorseful. Amber tries to capitalize with a belly-to-back suplex, but Jennie switches on her, shoving her into the ropes and rolling her up. The referee slides into position for another cover… }
One!
No!
{ Vogel kicks out! Sachiko enters the ring just as Amber's powerful legs vault Jennie forward, and Fenix uses the push to catch Sachiko with a tornado DDT! Jennie goes back after Amber, tying her up in a pinning predicament with a Crucifix float over into a Sunset Bomb! Colt readies for another count! }
One!
Two!!
No!!!
{ Vogel kicks out again! Jennie spots Sachiko getting to her feet. She makes a charge, springboarding off the ropes and hitting Kai with "Out of Wishes!" Knowing she needs to clear the ring, Jennie runs at Amber and takes her to the canvas with a spinning head scissors! Jennie makes a dash to dump Sachiko out of the ring when she notices Brooklyn sitting on the floor, leaned against the steel guardrail, shoe off, re-lacing up her sneaker. Jennie yells down to her to get back onto the apron for a tag. Brooklyn pops up, shoe in hand. Brooklyn can be heard shouting on camera. }
Brooklyn Madrox: No, YOU did that on PURPOSE!
{ Jennie leans through the ropes, again trying to explain herself to Brooklyn as she asks for her partner's help. }
Brooklyn Madrox: You want a tag so bad … HERE!
{ Brooklyn hauls off and belts Jennie right in the kisser with a closed fist! Jennie staggers back as Brooklyn starts to walk away. Amber rolls Jennie up from behind! Colt Collins shouts "Oh baby!" as he slides into position for the count! }
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{ Jennie kicks out after the three is made, too little, too late! Colt calls for the bell as Amber rolls out of the ring! }
Vasco Dias: I don't believe it! Amber Vogel just pinned Jennie Fenix! Amber and Kai won! This has to be the biggest upset of the year, Morasco!
Terri Morasco: I have to agree! Their hatred for each other came back to bite Jennie and Brooklyn! How hurt was Brooklyn really though?! She was outside playing with her shoe!
Vasco Dias: Don't you question Brooklyn! Safety is never unimportant, especially when you're nursing and injured neck!
{ Brooklyn can be seen walking along the side of the ring, looking in at Fenix as Jennie holds her jaw. Brooklyn smacks the sole of her shoe against her hand to clap as she shouts: }
Brooklyn Madrox: That's!
{ Clap! }
Brooklyn Madrox: What!
{ Clap! }
Brooklyn Madrox: You!
{ Clap! }
Brooklyn Madrox: Get!
{ Clap! }
{ Jennie's eyes remain locked on Brooklyn as she watches her "partner" turn the corner and start backing up the ramp, shoe in one hand, and holding her neck with the other. On the other side of the ring Amber and Kai are jumping up and down in celebration as Amber's music plays. }
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HEIR TO THE THRONE SHOWCASE
TAG TEAM MATCH
3000 Word Limit Accumulative
Angel Blake & Nick Knight vs. Caleb Cannin & Pax Stormcrow
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{ 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 he 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.
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 his corner to crouch down in preparation for the match to begin
Pax walks out with the cheering crowd behind him, standing at the top of the ramp and throwing his right fist into the air }
Terri Morasco: We do have a main event material match right here, and in the ring right now is Pax Stormcrow! A former IWF World Television Champion, a Joker in the Pack winner, and he came close, Vasco, so close, so many times, to finally winning the big one, and you have to imagine that if he can get that steamrolling for Heir to the Throne, he could be a favorite to win the whole thing!
Vasco Dias: The thing about Pax is that he’s here, then he’s not, then he’s here, then he’s not! He’s never going to win the grandest prize in the game so long as he’s always got one foot out the door! And with the likes that he’s going against here tonight, I have to tell you that I think he’s already got one foot out the door.
Terri Morasco: He’s one of the best technical wrestlers in the IWF! In the industry!
Vasco Dias: I call it how I see it, Terri.
{The opening riff of “Epic” 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.}
Vasco Dias: Normally I would be fast to pick Caleb Cannin to win– the man is great! The man does everything that he has to do in order to win, and that’s what got him ahead! That’s what got him the Joker in the Pack! That’s what made him a great World Television Champion! That’s why he IS a future World Champion! But tonight– he does have his work cut out for him.
Terri Morasco: I do believe that both he and Pax have their work cut out for him, as Nick Knight has been a consistent player in the world title contention for a while now, and Angel is the only man to have won the title an unprecedented four times!
{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 “Ticktock The End is Now,” appears on every single LED board.}
Alison Valance: Now making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California “The Hollywood Butcher” 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 “The Hollywood Butcher” unstraps the mask and hands it to the ringside attendant before climbing into the ring.}
Terri Morasco: I just don’t have any idea how Nick Knight and Angel are going to coexist. They hate each other! They absolutely loathe each other!
Vasco Dias: But they did find some common ground in their hatred for Matt Knox, and I think if they just look at who they’re facing…and visualize Matt Knox…they could definitely become a formidable team!
{ All the lights in the arena go out as words blaze across the Imperitron. }
“Blessed are the wicked who are healed by my hands.”
{ The entire arena absolutely explodes with cheers as the opening notes of the orchestra version of Gateways begins to play as flames erupt across the stage like napalm. Slowly Angel Blake begins to rise from within the flames with his arms outstretched wearing a long black coat with the birthdate of his baby girl embroidered on the back and the IWF World Championship around his waist. Angel throws his arms up in the air as the metal version of Gateways takes over and really kicks into gear. Flames erupt all the way down the stage and ignite the ring posts as well as the lyrics finally kick in. }
The core principle of freedom
Is the only notion to obey
The formula of evolution and sin
Leading the way
{ Angel steps out of the flames looking over to the crowd with a terrible grin before looking toward the ring. He scowls as he begins to walk, flames erupting behind him with every step. Angel finally reaches the ring, lifting his coat to walk up the steps. He stops on the apron and looks out toward the crowd as the song blasts. Blake throws his arms out and his head back as the arena lights go up to a blinding level. Blake turns and steps into the ring with confidence heading over to the far corner. The chorus comes back around as Angel stands up on the second turnbuckle and crosses his arms over his head in an X. Blake hops down and turns his back to the corner and throws his coat off as the music dies down. }
Vasco Dias: And here he is,Terri! The man, the myth, the legend, the deity, the best that professional wrestling has ever seen, the GOD OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING! ANGEL! BLAKE!
Terri Morasco: I can’t even disagree with you on some of the aspects, Angel is by far one of the best that this industry has ever seen. But you have to question his mental state walking into this match: he was defeated by Matt Knox at WrestleStock over this last weekend.
Vasco Dias: Don’t even forget that somehow IWF decided to rehire that crook, that scoundrel, Doc!
Terri Morasco: He called it down the middle. Matt Knox was the better man! And he beat Angel Blake! It looks like we’re getting ready to get things started!
{ Caleb tries to take control on his side, but Pax pulls him back to his corner immediately; across the ring, Nick Knight is arguing his case for why he should be starting the match… }
Terri Morasco: This isn’t a good start for either team, but it looks like Angel is giving Nick Knight what he wants…and Caleb is just taking what he wants.
DING!
{ Nick and Caleb circle the ring against each other, and Caleb slips in and catches Nick with a quick collar-and-elbow lock up– Nick angles himself out a bit to alleviate some of the pressure, but Caleb continues to keep the pressure up. Caleb eventually is able to circle behind Nick and get him into a hammerlock, but Knight throws an elbow back immediately! Knight starts attacking with a few shoulders aimed for the chin, and backs Caleb into the corner…Knight connects with a couple more elbows and then makes the tag to Angel. Across the ring, Pax is slouching against the ropes in anticipation for Caleb to come across and make the tag. }
Vasco Dias: I like Caleb, Terri, I really do, but Angel is going to show him a thing or two right here!
Terri Morasco: The two seem to have a common goal in mind in winning, which is going to be something they can hold over Caleb and Pax moving forward. Angel is in the ring now, and Nick Knight on the ring apron– Angel delivering some hard kicks against a cornered Caleb.
{ Angel continues with the mudhole stomps until Caleb is forced to a seated position, and then presses the bottom of his boot against Caleb’s neck, choking him– Caleb grunts as Tommy Knocker counts to four before finally getting between them. He tries to reason with Angel a little bit, reminding him of the rules. Caleb pushes himself against the corner to get back to a standing base, only to receive an elbow to the temple from Knight! Caleb covers his head, but reacts by turning toward Knight and looks to get his own shot in– Angel charges in and uses a body splash against Caleb into the corner! }
Terri Morasco: Pax is starting to get anxious on his side of the ring, and you have to imagine that he has to be flustered with his partner; his partner didn’t even try to talk any kind of strategy, he just barreled in! And that’s just– that’s proving to not be the way to go here.
Vasco Dias: But you also have to admire Caleb’s fortitude to be willing to start this match against the likes of Nick Knight, and Angel Blake!
{ Angel drives his knee against Caleb’s midsection several times over until finally tagging in Knight– Angel grabs Caleb’s wrist and brings him to the center of the ropes before sending him off, and on his return, both Knight and Angel lift him up for a double back body drop! Knight drops down immediately for the cover. }
ONE!
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TWO!
{ KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: The amount of air that Caleb Cannin had there, it had to drive all of the air right out of him!
{ Caleb tries to sit up, but is shoved right back down and Knight starts choking him with a forearm across the neck! Tommy Knocker is again there to break the illegal choke hold, and Knight springs to his feet– he stomps and kicks at Caleb as he is trying to get to his feet, but Caleb is persistent and on his hands and knees before finally getting to his feet only to be pulled into a front headlock. Knight, controlling his opponent, starts dragging him back to the corner… }
{ Caleb rushes Knight backwards and into the corner with a heavy shoulder thrust! Caleb uses several more shoulder thrusts as he tries to get a surge of energy. Angel tags himself in, and hones in on his target– a hard front kick against Caleb’s ribcage! Caleb covers, as Knight escapes to the outside of the ring, and Angel gets Caleb into a reverse waistlock looking to sail him back with a suplex…Caleb is able to circle behind Angel, locking him from behind momentarily before rolling him into a schoolyard cover! CALEB GRABS A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS! }
ONE!
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TWO!
{ ANGEL KICKS OUT! Knight is ready to enter the ring, and Caleb now stands across the ring from his partner with Angel between them– he charges forward, knowing he needs a breather for himself, but Angel catches him for a flapjack! Caleb is heading toward the turnbuckle still, but Angel transitions and sends Caleb across the top rope and Pax is frustrated that he’s out of reach of making the tag. }
Vasco Dias: The quick thinking from our greatest world champion, and he stumps that momentum!
Terri Morasco: Angel slowing down a moment to refocus.
{ Angel takes Caleb by a wrist lock and sends him across with an Irish-whip– Caleb rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm! Caleb quickly gets to his knees, and on his knees, rushes over toward his corner, but Angel intercepts the path and is looking to get Caleb into a sleeper hold…Caleb stands up and drops down with a stunner! Caleb stretches his arm for the tag, but is just out of reach…he crawls a little further, and just as he dives forward…
ANGEL GRABS HIS ANKLE! Angel drags Caleb away from the corner, and comes down for an elbow drop… CALEB ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Caleb finally makes the tag to Pax, and Pax is in the ring! Angel to his feet, he’s taken down with a clothesline! Pax continues forward and checks Knight as he’s trying to get into the ring with a heavy forearm! Pax turns his attention back to Angel as he’s using the ropes to get to his feet, and pulls him back right into a German Suplex! The crowd is cheering Pax on! }
Terri Morasco: There’s the surge their team needed! Pax has come in and he has dominated the way this match is going!
{ Pax controls Angel by bringing him back to his feet, and delivers a good European Uppercut that staggers Angel; Angel goes for a precise palm strike, but Pax is able to deflect and draw Angel in before picking him and slamming him down with a belly-to-side suplex! Pax immediately goes for the cover! }
ONE!
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TWO!
{ Angel kicks out! }
Terri Morasco: Pax’s adrenaline has got him pumping, and he’s swung this whole match into their favor!
{ Pax pumps his fist into the air while getting to his feet, and pulls Angel back to a standing base– Pax, taking Angel into a reverse waistlock, charges him forward but inadvertently to Angel’s own corner! Angel tries to make the tag, and Knight is there! TAG! Pax rolls Angel backward and then pulls him back up for CHAOS THEORY! Pax keeps the bridge held and goes for the cover, but Knocker isn’t there to count since Angel is the illegal man! }
Vasco Dias: That’s the veteran prowess! Angel knew he was in trouble, and made the tag! That’s complete selflessness right there!
{ Knight is in the ring and comes down with a thunderous stomp! Pax is dazed as Knight pulls him to his feet and Angel rolls out of the ring– Knight, controlling Pax’s wrist, pulls him up and takes him down with WELCOME TO HOLLYWOOD! Knight is on his feet and looking around, looking to capitalize for a cover but relishing the moment– the moment takes too long, though, and Caleb is in the ring with HINDSIGHT! }
Terri Morasco: Pax takes out Angel! Knight takes out Pax! Caleb takes out Knight! And now it looks like Caleb may be the last man standing…wait… wait, Angel is back up– Caleb doesn’t see him!
{ Caleb is celebrating in the middle of the ring, looking proud of himself, and as he turns to face Angel… GENOCIDE KICK! }
Vasco Dias: NO! THE REFEREE!!!!
{ Caleb dodges the kick and rolls to the outside as Angel has laid out the referee! Angel is looking at the carnage surrounding him… Pax and Knight are still writhing on the mat, and Angel moves to the ring apron, stretching his arm out as Nick Knight is trying to regain his bearings… he looks to the ring apron to see Angel standing there. Pax is looking for his own partner, but Caleb is standing just off the apron. }
Terri Morasco: Angel is actually the freshest man right now, and if he gets that tag, we could see everything shift in their favor. And Caleb is just standing there!
{ Pax makes one last dash at Angel and manages to tie him up into a crucifix pin! The crowd counts along as Angel is stuck to the mat, outwrestled! }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
{ But the referee is still down! Pax breaks the pin and Knight comes in from the side with a lunging clothesline that spins Pax head over heels! Pax attempts to get right up but Knight tucks Pax’s head and connects with Banned in Memphis! Caleb looks like he’s going to enter the ring but Angel is there to stop him. Knight pulls Pax up and holds him in a full nelson so Angel can deliver the Genecide Kick! Angels covers! Knight blocks Caleb but it looks like Caleb would prefer to collect his briefcase and call it a night! }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Vasco Dias: Knight and Angel pick up the victory!
Terri Morasco: Only just, Pax clearly had that match won!
Vasco Dias: Maybe so but the referee wasn’t there to make the count!
{ The referee holds up Angel and Knight’s hands as Angel’s music plays. Caleb heads toward the back as Pax glares at his former partner from the apron. }
Vasco Dias: What a stunning match and-
{ But just as the celebration was beginning, Knight pulls Angel into the Welcome to Hollywood! Nick Knight gives Angel the two finger salute as the crowd cheers. }
Vasco Dias: Disgusting!
Terri Morasco: That’s what you get for burning a man’s gym down.
Vasco Dias: Allegedly!
{ Knight heads to the back with a big shit eating grin on his face. }
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HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
3000 Word Limit
Matt Knox vs. John Nash Strader
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
{ "Big Gun" by AC/DC starts to play as the arena lights alternate between the club colours of blue and white. John rides out onto the stage from around the side of the stage on his 1945 Harley Davidson Panhead. He revs his bike as he raises his left hand in a fist into the air. }
Alison Valance: Weighing in at two-hundred-and-fifty-five pounds hailing from London, Ontario by way of Reno, Nevada... he is the international president of the Brothers of Mayhem MC... he is... JOHN... NASH... STRADER!!!!!!!!!!!
{ John hits the gear shift and rides down to the ring, circling it and stops facing the entrance ramp. He gets off his bike, and removes his kutte, handing it to the bell keep, letting them know if anything happens to it, he knows where they live. He walks up the ring steps, wiping his black leather riding boots on the ring apron, before stepping through the ropes. He leans back in hi corner, awaiting his opponent. }
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{ The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. }
Alison Valance: About to make his way to the ring… he is the reigning IWF Invictus Champion… the Raven!... Matthew Knox!
{ Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound. }
Terri Morasco: There certainly seems to be some tension between these two, even if hasn't manifested in a bitter hatred due to family ties.
Vasco Dias: I don't know why they just don't say what they're thinking! Who hasn't wanted to smack one of their in-laws around before?!
{ JNS and Knox stay in their corners as the bell sounds. The patriarchs of their respective branches of their family hold each other's stares from across the ring one set of eyes a burning blue the other the color of the ocean,both burning with an intensity only found in a fighter. After a best they move almost as one, circling each other and closing in. Eventually the moment comes and they lock up in the middle of the ring. The two jockey for position but do little more than go in a circle without either man making any ground. }
Terri Morasco: These two men are almost identical physically! Knox a little longer, JNS a little thicker!
Vasco Dias: And they’re both pieces of garbage! A Biker and a Deadbeat! I hope John breaks Knox’s back like he did his dead sister’s!
Terri Morasco: You know they can watch these broadcasts, right?
{ They break the collar and elbow, backing off a few steps and sizing each other up. Knox raises a hand, waving JNS in and the two engage in a greco-roman knuckle lock. Each man widens their base, trying to exert as much leverage and power as possible on the other. Knox seems to gain an edge but not for long as JNS roars like the lion a few ex girlfriends no doubt said he looked like, pushing back and gradually doubling the Invictus champion over. Knox reverses however, hopping up to bring his feet together. }
Terri Morasco: Knox looking to use more of his unusual offense to break this stalemate.
{ The sudden action causes JNS to stumble forward, Knox’s feet catching him in the gut and pushing upward into a monkey flip that sends the big man crashing and ragdolling into the ropes. JNS falls to the mat as Knox kips up, walking in a slow circle until he’s facing JNS again who has gotten to one knee. He shoots Knox a smirk as if to say “Alright, you can have that one..” the two motion to lock up again and approach the middle of the ring. However as they got ot lock up, both seem to have the same idea as they clock each other with a sucker haymaker!! }
Vasco Dias: Hah! Morons!
Terri Morasco: Obviously these two men know each other so well. They’re brother in laws, after a fashion, after all!
{ Knox seems to get the worst of the exchange but recovers quick enough to expertly clench up as JNS backs him into the ropes with thunderous body shots. The ref gets to three for the break before Knox suddenly snatches JNS and throws him into the ropes. His footwork seems to shift styles as suddenly he's peppering JNS with rapid body shots. }
Terri Morasco: Knox is making his boxing debut in London in about a month against Jace Parker Davidson and clearly Big Ticket Entertainemnt’s Harvey Marx has been putting in the work on his striking game.
Vasco Dias: That’s cool but this isn't BOXING!
{ JNS puts his guard up but Knox is relentless, nailing a shot to the ribs on the referee's four count that drops JNS to a knee as he backs off. Knox plasters on a confident smirk, finding the hard cam and doing his best shuffle only for JNS to be upon him and lifting him in a monstrous release German Suplex! Strader says on the attack though, instantly going to Knox and lifting the leg that Angel Blake worked over and wrestle stock and dropping his elbow into it. }
Vasco Dias: Get him biker jerk! Snap his little bird leg!
{ Knox yells in pain as Strader begins to wrench the knee, yanking and twisting it while Knox reaches for the ropes, finding them just out of his reach. He sits up, reaching around to try and fishhook Strader but John torques the knee harder causing Knox to flop back, yelling in pain and trying to drag himself closer to the ropes. John stands, snatching Knox by the ankle and dragging him back to center of the ring but Knox suddenly yanks him in with the leg he’s got in the grip, rocking his other foot up into John’s jaw! }
Terri Morasco: Knox might have kicked his teeth down his throat!
Vasco Dias: I TOLD YOU TO BREAK HIS LEG YOU STUPID STINKY BIKER
{ Knox is up quickly but gingerly, favoring his leg as he lights JNS up with a series of knife edge chops ot the face. Eventually, JNS fires back with a stiff european uppercut! He then lights Knox’s chest up with his own strike in the form of a big open palm strike! JNS then snatches Knox by the throat in a goozle and in an impressive feat lifts him up and nails him with a chokeslam! JNS isn’t done though as he stalks Knox, motioning for him to get up! }
Terri Morasco: JNS with bad intentions
{ Knox gets to his feet slowly, dragging the one leg practically as he turns to JNS who lifts Knox going for a brainbuster but Knox fires his injured knee into John’s head over and over under hes able to drop down behind him! He leaps up, nailing John with a lungblower! He locks in the Katahajime!! THE MERCY, THE MURDER!! }
Vasco Dias: NO!
Terri Morasco: The Katahajime! The Lung Blower! Knox has it locked in!
{ John waves his trapped arm around fiercely, trying to find Knox’s face to gouge and eye but the Invictus Champion tucksh is chin and turns his head away from the free limb! JNS begins to roll, even as his face reddens! He lets out a yell and stands up! Knox grapevines his legs, trapping JNS’ other arm in the process. JNS lets out a bellow and runs backwards! He smashes into the corner once! Twice! But Knox won’t relent! Each bash into the corner becomes weaker and weaker until JNS crumbles! The ref goes to check on him and instantly waves Knox off! }
JNS HAS PASSED OUT!
Terri Morasco: TEN POINTS TO KNOX!
{ The referee calls for the bell. }
DING!
DING!
DING!
{ Knox slowly tries to get to his feet as his music plays. The referee raises his arm in victory. It's everything Knox can do just to stand long enough for that though before his knee falters, leaving him kneeling on the canvas. He makes a second effort, badly limping away from John Nash Strader. }
Terri Morasco: Matt Knox is going to need some medical attention for that knee. What an absolute war, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: What he really needs is a personality transplant, but getting his knee patched up is a good start I guess.
{ Suddenly the crowd begins to whisper in hushed tones when a framed picture of what appears to be a young Matt Knox, before the fame and the accolades, appears on the Imperitron. Matthew stops in his tracks, leveling a hard stare on the screen. Aside from the tight shot of the picture, however, all that can be seen are the freshly French manicured fingers of what looks to be a female's hand holding it by the corner of the elegant frame. }
Terri Morasco: What is this?!
Vasco Dias: I couldn't tell you, Morasco. That is one ugly mug in that picture though.
{ Matthew watches with some trepidation as the camera starts to go to a wider view. Gradually it becomes all too clear to the Raven where the footage is being broadcast from. The audience watches with him as the shot becomes wide enough to reveal Portia holding the picture, sitting comfortably on Stephen Terrella's lap in Matt Knox's recliner. }
Portia: Matthew, I've always found it fascinating the things you can learn about a person from the pictures they keep in their home.
{ A few fans boo, but a hush has largely fallen over the arena. The Raven quickly makes a beeline for the ropes. Terrella points into the camera on his end. }
Stephen Terrella: Knox, don't you fucking move from that ring! You're going to stand your ass right there and listen to what we have to say… or I'm going to make a call and a few friends of mine are going to pay that French bitch you got a visit. They're sitting outside her place right now.
{ Knox goes still with one leg through the ropes. His body language changes entirely, face flattening and the fire in his eyes burning lower. He takes a step back from the rope, hands up. }
Matt Knox (Camera mic): Fine. I'm not moving, speak. SPEAK
Terri Morasco: This is too much, Vasco. They've invaded the man's home!
Vasco Dias: I'm not going to argue with you.
{ Portia flashes a malicious smile. }
Portia: Let's talk for a minute, Matthew… get to know each other better. I'll start with what I've learned about you from touring your home.
{ Portia tilts the face of the picture so she can see it. }
Portia: I can tell this picture is special to you by the frame. You didn't go cheap on it. The man in the picture here with you looks a lot like you in the face too, minus a few marks where my man broke yours with a chair of course. Father I'm guessing? Has to be because it was in the center of your mantle.
{ She tosses the picture off camera, and it lands with an odd sound. }
Portia: I don't have any pictures of my parents at home. Truth be told, they haven't always approved of many of my choices in life. The whole exotic dancing career went over about as well as I expected when I told them, then of course there was Stephen. They're not fond of him to say the least.
{ Portia turns to caress Stephen's cheek for a moment. }
Portia: He treats me like a princess though, which is more than they ever did for me. Our relationship is special, which is why I told you that you should've thanked me for not letting him go to the places he's willing to go when someone lays their hands on me.
{ Terrella tilts his head from side-to-side with a clenched jaw and furrowed brow, cracking his neck. }
Portia: What did you do though? You mocked him instead. You mocked me, too. So now I'm going to give you your wish, Matthew. I'm not going to try to reign him in anymore and tell him I'm okay. I want you to remember though Matthew, what comes next, you did this to yourself.
{ Terrella taps her on the leg, prompting her to get up off his lap. He rises up out of the chair, spitting a mouthful of tobacco juice on the hardwood floor. }
Stephen Terrella: You told me once your hatred was a fucking gift, Knox… but your hatred has limits. End of the day, like most people, you still got to be able to make peace with yourself, with the things you've done… with the lives you destroy. For most people that's a weight they can't carry. Deep down, it's a weight you can't fucking carry, Knox.
{ Terrella stops to spit another mouthful of tobacco juice onto the hardwood flooring, his eyes growing darker. }
Stephen Terrella: You're going to find out I got no fucking problem carrying that weight.
{ He raises a hand in the air, whipping his finger in a circle as a cue. }
Stephen Terrella: Soak this bitch.
{ The camera pans around the house as a dozen of the bouncers from Terrella and Portia's club begin to rapidly douse the house with gasoline, covering the walls, furniture and flooring. Knox desperately pleads for Alison Valance to bring him her microphone, which she quickly does. }
Matthew Knox: Stephen... STEPHEN...Think about it. Think about what comes after.. { His breathing is ragged from the match with John, he steps toward the screen with a limp} You're not hurting me, you're hurting my grandkids. That's their home, Terrella. Don't Fu-
{ Portia puts her finger to her lips, non-verbally signaling for the Raven to be quiet. }
Portia: Matthew, this wouldn't be happening if you wouldn't have provoked us. This is no one's fault but your own. You're just going to have to figure out how to explain that to those grandchildren you have.
{ Terrella takes a few steps to fetch a gas can sitting on the floor by a huge pile of trophies and family photos that had been collected from throughout the home and haphazardly tossed on the floor like garbage. He starts to pour the can out onto the pile without a word. Having emptied their cans, his accomplices begin to file out of the house. Stephen shakes the last few drops from the can. }
Stephen Terrella: I told you I was going to burn your world to the ground, Knox…
{ Portia turns and starts to leave the house, and Terrella follows. When they reach the front door, Terrella reaches into his back pocket for a Zippo lighter. He flips it open to spark a flame, tossing it onto the gasoline soaked floor. The flames rise high in the air as Matthew Knox collapses to his knees inside of the ring. }
Stephen Terrella: Now you watch it fucking burn, bitch.
{ The camera is sat down, nothing but the flames in its view as they start to eat through the house that was a home. The camera cuts to a shot of a very somber Terri and Vasco. }
Terri Morasco: I– I– I don't know what to say.
Vasco Dias: I don't either. I've never liked Knox but I feel for him here. First his gym, now his home.
Terri Morasco: In the interest of human decency, we're not going to show any more of this. Knox is obviously distraught and we're being told Cliff is making calls backstage to get the fire department on their way.
Vasco Dias: It's the right call. Obviously the company will do what it can for Knox. I don't know what happens from here but we're going to leave you for this week on this horrible, horrible note… and we apologize for that.
{ The IWF logo appears on the bottom of the screen as the show goes off the air with a shot of Vasco and Terri. }
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