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SHOW OPEN
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{ Heart of a Champion by Hollywood Undead plays as we are brought the opening intro to IWF Odyssey! We see a shot of the IWF Men's World Champion and half of the IWF World Tag Team Champions, Angel Blake, then see clips of the other half, Wraith. Then we see more clips of Dean Harper, Matthew Knox, James Gilmore and Nick Danger followed by clips of Stephen Terrella, Alexandra Calaway, and a smirking Caleb Cannin. The camera pans around the jam packed arena and the screaming fans before we get a shot of the commentary booth and Iyo Kenshin! }

Iyo Kenshin: Welcome to IWF Presents: Odyssey! I am your play by play commentator, Iyo Kenshin and with me as always on color is Rayne!

Rayne: Thank you, Iyo! We are heading into the home stretch of the Heir to the Throne! With only two weeks left before the finals every point counts!

Iyo Kenshin: That it does and tonight we will be seeing Angel Blake taking on Caleb Cannin as well as Nick Knight versus Ace Sky and in out main event a triple threat match between Nick Danger, Wraith and John Nash Strader all with Heir to the Throne points on the line!

Rayne: We've also got a huge match up between Emmanuelle and Khardiata Senghor which promises to be a banger! But before we get there we've got our opening contest and I think it's going to be a blood bath.

Iyo Kenshin: Three weeks ago, Chris Diamond brutally assaulted his brother, Rob Diamond during what you'd have to imagine was his retirement speech. Now we see Chris Diamond step back into an IWF ring for the first time in well over half a year!

Rayne: And it started, RIGHT NOW!

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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Chris Diamond vs. Bille Parris
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{ Billie Parris is already in the ring. }

{ The lights in the arena begin to strobe red as the opening chords of Nero Frote begin to play. The stage erupts in pyro as the song really kicks into gear and Chris Diamond comes strutting out with a barbed wire wrapped baseball over his shoulder. Chris smirks at the fans before heading down to the ring in lock step with the song. Chris rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up while swinging his bat. Chris lines up his shot and swings holding his hand over his eyes like he’s watching a head fly before casually leaning back onto a set of turnbuckles. }

Iyo Kenshin: So, Rayne you know Chris Diamond better than me, what’s his mindset right now?

Rayne: To make an absolute example of Billie Parris.

Iyo Kenshin: Ah, so not goot then?

Rayne: Not at all. I respect Billie for taking this match but he definitely should’ve reconsidered.

{ Tommy Knocker is on reffing duties and calls for the bell! Chris comes right out of his corner with a running Shane big boot to Billie Parris that completely catches him off guard! }

Rayne: Like I said.

{ Chris picks up the limp body of Billie Parris and heaves him over the top rope with aThe Mule hip toss where Billie awkwardly lands on the ring apron and rolls off to the arena floor. }

Iyo Kenshin: Chris isn’t wasting anytime inflicting some pain on the young Billie Parris.

Rayne: Pain has long been his game, Iyo.

{ Chris follows Billie out who is trying to get up. Chris takes Billie by the tights and runs him down the side of the ring before chucking Billie back first into the crowd barrier. The West Virginia crowd is really letting Chris have it. Chris spots a young child in the crowd with a Rob Diamond sign, grabs another patrons beer and throws it in the face of the child! }

Iyo Kenshin: Are you kidding me!? That’s a child!!

Rayne: That’s a law suit… Jesus, Chris.

{ Chris pulls Billie up to his feet and Irish whips him as hard as he can into the steel ring post! Billie is now busted open on his forehead and Chris just laughs at him as the crowd boos. }

Iyo Kenshin: This is just disgusting and uncalled for!

Rayne: Chris is sending a message. He’s on borrowed time and he’s done messing around!

{ Chris finally rolls Billie back into the ring who gets to his knees and starts swinging wildly but Chris easily avoids the punches. Chris boots Billie in the face again, sending him down to the mat. Diamond then takes Billie by the throat and rips Parris back up to his feet. Chris looks around at the booing crowd before hitting Billie with the Gran Torino full nelson backbreaker! }

Rayne: I think that’s all she wrote, Iyo.

Iyo Kenshin: I certainly hope so, Billie doesn’t deserve this.

{ Chris puts his foot on Billie but pulls it off after a one count. }

Iyo Kenshin: Seriously!?

{ Chris rips Billie to his feet once again by the throat. Chris clocks Billie in the head with a stiff right hand and then connects with a DIAMOND CUTTER! }

Iyo Kenshin: Now he’s using Rob’s own finishing move!?

Rayne: Adding salt to the wound, Iyo.

{ Chris pins Billie this time but pulls his head up at two to break the count as West Virginia is about to riot. }

Rayne: This is starting to get out of hand.

Iyo Kenshin: You think so!?

{ Chris brings Billie up to his feet one more time as the crowd is literally throwing trash into the ring. Chris laughs it up before hoisting Billie up onto his shoulders and driving the bloody mess of his opponent into the mat with a Sudden Impact F-5!!! Chris makes one more cover as Knocker goes for the count! }

1!

2!

3!!!

Alison Valance: Your winner by pinfall, CHRIS DIAMOND!!!

{ The ring is covered in trash as Chris stands up and has his arm raised by Tommy Knocker! }

Iyo Kenshin: This West Virginia crowd is not loving this victory by Chris Diamond.

Rayne: And why should they, it was a massacre!

{ Chris calls for a mic and his music to be turned off. }

Chris Diamond: WEST VIRGINIA!!!!

{ Chris goes for the cheap face pop but gets exactly the reaction he wanted, fuck you chants. }

Chris Diamond: I wouldn’t expect anything less from a bunch of drunken hillbillies! Do your cousin wives know you’re here with your daughter side pieces!?

{ The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Chris swings his bat around with a smile. }

Iyo Kenshin: That’s just disgusting.

Rayne: He’s a disgusting man.

{ Chris looks around with a big smile. }

Chris Diamond: Let’s hear it for Billie Parris!!!

{ Chris starts mock clapping for the young man who is being helped out of the ring, }

Chris Diamond: He put on a bloody good show for you all!

Iyo Kenshin: Ok, that is enough!

{ Chris laughs as the chant gets louder and louder. }

Chris Diamond: Let me tell you all something that’ll make you real GOD-DAMN happy! This is my last ride.

{ The chants turn to cheers. }

Chris Diamond: My last run!

{ They start chanting Good-bye Chris! }

Chris Diamond: BUT! It’s only getting started!

{ With that Chris chucks the mix as the boos start to rain in again. }

Iyo Kenshin: Chris with an interesting announcement and frankly? His last ride couldn’t come soon enough.

Rayne: Yes but who’s to say how long it will last?

Iyo Kenshin: Good point, Rayne. We’ve got to take a break! Don’t go anywhere!

{ We close on Chris walking up the ramp ripping a few more signs out of peoples hands before the break. }

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SEGMENT
"She'll show everyone."
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Hijou: ‘Stay down, piece of shit!’

{Emi Ito always does her homework before a match, and the reputation of her opponent tonight precedes her, so none of this should come as a shock…}

{Yet, it does.}

{The Tokyo-born high flyer can’t say she’s ever been on the receiving end of such vulgarity in a wrestling match, nor is she certain she’s ever found herself at the sharp end of such brutal offence; the stiff elbow that cracked against her nose mere moments ago is still being felt, as she slumps powerless in the lower half of a corner.}

Hijou: ‘What’s wrong? Gonna cry?’

{What really sets her opponent apart, however, is this. Emi braves a look up and flirts with the idea of rallying, only to receive a dismissive slap across the face from her taunting adversary.}

{Mind games and disrespect are far from alien concepts to Ito; they’re cheap tactics she has never felt the need to employ, but of course, she has experience dealing with them from (often foolish) opponents. She’s not sure she has ever been toyed with like this, though. Just as she’s beginning to recover from the blunt force trauma dished out by her opponent’s elbow, she feels a boot pressing against her throat.}

Hijou: ‘Awh sorry, no air for you!’

{A cackle fills the air as Ito begins to panic, desperately bringing both hands to wrestle with the leather currently constricting her breathing. The referee’s furious count serves as little consolation, for those five seconds feel an agonising age away.}

Referee: ‘One! Two! Three!’

{‘Oh God, am I about to die?’ poor Emi questions, her choking convulsions serving as mere entertainment for her tormentress.}

Referee: ‘Four!’

{Sweet relief: air fills Emi’s lungs once more. The boot may have lifted from her windpipe, but that doesn’t mean it’s gone entirely, as it crashes against her skull with a cruel thwack. Emi feels her eyes fill with tears as the pain sets in anew, her head throbbing with a dull ache.}

Hijou: ‘Hi-Jou, Hi-Jou, Hi-Jou!’

{Still confined to the corner, her body covered in tender teasers of bruises yet to develop, Emi watches as her opponent paces away to the centre of the ring… chanting her own name to the crowd. It’s a sight so confusing it almost rids Ito of the pain.}

{What is she doing?}

{Studying her opponent for a moment, Emi can’t help but imagine just how much of a contrast there must exist between them right now. Where the crimson-clad acrobat knows her face is bloody and her hair a mess and her gear out of place from the rigours of battle, Hijou is totally unphased. The raven-haired brawler plays to the crowd, smirking and snickering and blowing kisses to the chagrin of everyone in attendance.}

{It’s a sight that angers Ito the longer she’s exposed to it, but it’s then that she recalls everything she has ever been told about her opponent tonight.}

{‘Hijou is an idiot.’}

{It echoes in her mind. Yes, she is facing the self-assured, brutish, quick-fisted dealer of damage Hijou. But she is also facing the easily-distracted, egotistical, glutton for glory that is the clown before her.}

{‘There will come a moment she loses focus; seize on it, and crush her.’}

{Now is the time.}

{It even shocks Ito herself when she springs up from the corner, narrowly avoiding a running hip attack that Hijou had been hoping to sandwich her against the corner with. From there the dynamic of the match turns completely, as Hijou has made the grave mistake of affording Ito room to claw her way back into the contest. Emi is quick and efficient, running and jumping all over the place in a flurry of offence that her opponent cannot seem to contain.}

{Hijou throws a wild fist, growing angry at the change in fortune, and she is punished for her mistake when Ito evades the attack and lands an inch-perfect dropkick. Emi is quick into the cover.}

*****

Referee: ‘One! Two!’

{Hijou throws a shoulder up, groaning as her jaw seems to pop with each slight movement. She supposes that’s what’s likely to happen when you get a dropkick to the mouth. How did things go so wrong? Jesus Christ. Literally a minute ago she was in control, playing with her prey without a care in the world.}

{Whatever. She’d best focus on controlling the damage.}

{Her body moves of its own accord, and Hijou quickly works out that of course, this is her opponent’s doing. Ito’s hand lazily yanks on the back of Hijou’s sports bra, forcing the girl to her feet. Is she going for some sort of ripcord? She’s definitely doing that. Wait, is she about to-}

{Hijou feels herself twirl away from Ito’s body, but she manages to get her hands up to redirect the second dropkick directed at her in as many minutes. Anger bubbles in her stomach as she realises that Ito intended on using one of her signature techniques against her. The nerve.}

{What follows is a lightning-quick sequence of counters; Ito recovers from her missed dropkick in time to duck a roundhouse kick, but sees one of her own also evaded. Hijou reels back as an Ito elbow connects with her chin, but she’s quick to return one just as stiff, before ducking beneath her opponent’s arm and attempting a back suplex. Annoyingly, the little cockroach lands on her feet.}

{The brawl continues, but much to Hijou’s frustration, the bug before her seems to have a counter to everything now. She really should have just put her away when she had the chance, but it’s not like introspection is something the bad-mouthed brawler has any interest in right now. She needs to find a way to win, quick.}

An idea.

Hijou: ‘Hyah!-’

{Hijou is pretty good at hiding her ‘tells’, so that should have been Ito’s first clue that the lifting of her left foot was merely a distraction. Unfortunately, poor Emi makes a mistake, and goes to block a kick that does not come.}

Hijou: ‘Ptoo-’

{And seconds later, she’s left to deal with the utterly unexpected sensation of a saliva projectile striking her right eye.}

Ito: ‘Wha-’

{Hijou can’t help but smirk at the sight. Heh, weren’t expecting that, were you?}

{The tactic, though gross, proves pretty effective. As is understandable for a victim of phlegm-based warfare, Ito’s next attack is less-than-perfectly considered, and Hijou capitalises on the sloppy attempt; ducking beneath and running to the other side of her opponent, she jumps back and soars through the air, her right foot sailing over her head and smashing beautifully against Ito’s face the second she turns around.}

{It’s a perfect overhead kick, confirmed by the sweet sound of Ito crumpling to the floor. Hijou taps her forehead as she revels in her coming victory, taking a seat on her unconscious opponent’s stomach as the referee offers up those delicious words.}

Referee: ‘One, two, three.’

*****

Fujita: ‘What was that?’

{Hijou already knows this conversation is going to be a pain, and not least because it’s interrupting her post-match smoke.}

{It’s about 30 minutes following the culmination of her bout. She’s in the car park, a lighter in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Lighting one up after busting someone’s skull is a little ritual Hijou has grown fond of over the last couple of years, though it’s one that her mentor doesn’t approve of. Maybe that’s why she likes doing it, honestly.}

Hijou: ‘A win?’

{She answers, turning to meet the greying eyes of Hiroto Fujita. Mr Fujita is a man who has forgotten more about professional wrestling than most will ever learn, and all of those other washed up old mentor tropes. He knows a lot, or, he knew a lot. As far as Hijou’s concerned, the emphasis should really be placed on the ‘forgotten’ part.}

{He is also the man who, for the past three years, has attempted to impart his wisdom and experience upon young Hijou. It has been a really annoying period of time.}

Fujita: ‘You could have finished her in half the time.’

{He scolds, though his voice retains that calm indifference that has characterised him all the time he and Hijou have known each other.}

Fujita: 'You lost sight of victory, again, and it nearly cost you the win.’

Hijou: ‘Well it didn’t.’

{Hijou retorts, quickly misplacing her patience.}

Hijou: ‘I won the match. Easily.’

Fujita: ‘You were forced to resort to another one of your pathetic tricks.’

{Hiroto corrects, shaking his head.}

Fujita: ‘Do you truly think such tactics will work when you leave?’

{Hijou restrains herself from rolling her eyes, before remembering that she really doesn’t care about offending her ‘teacher’ any more. She rolls them extra hard for good measure.}

Hijou: ‘Ah, there it is.’

{She laughs, shaking her head.}

Hijou: ‘Trying to scare me again? You'd ought to know by now it dosesn't work. I'm leaving, Hiroto. Nothing will change that.’

Fujita: ‘I know.’

{Hijou stares at him for a moment, tension filling the air. Since the moment the big leagues came calling, her teacher has been intent on filling her head with every malicious lie possible. He’s just… he’s just desperate to keep her here. Without her, he is nothing.}

Fujita: ‘You are not ready.’

{Hah! It’s such a ridiculous statement, Hijou cannot help but vocalise her amusement. She turns away from her mentor, beginning to fiddle with her lighter once more.}

Hijou: ‘Well, IWF seem to disagree. Looks like your whole being-ancient situation is finally catching up to you.’

Fujita: ‘You can deflect all you want, pupil, but that does not change reality.’

{He sighs, watching as Hijou lights her cigarette.}

Hijou: ‘Please, do tell me, oh wise master-’

{Hijou takes a drag from her smoke, her voice dripping with sardonic amusement.}

Hijou: ‘Why exactly am I not ready? Am I not good enough at mopping floors yet? Do I need to work on my laundry skills?’

{She questions, a resentful bitterness to her voice. The whole ‘young lion’ thing was never really for Hijou, and despite the universal application of its tenants under Fujita’s treatment, she has always held it against him.}

Fujita: ‘Your diet is a mess. You are still giving in to your ridiculous temptations. You alienate everyone around you, such is your arrogance.’

{That’s harsh. There’s not much Hijou can do about the natural jealousy her peers experience upon sight of her. It’s pretty natural, really, as lonely as it makes things.}

Fujita: ‘But above all else, you are still switching off when it matters most. This was a problem when you first came through my doors, and you have still yet to correct it.’

Hijou: ‘Have you ever considered maybe it isn’t this great problem you think it is?’

{Hijou retorts, furrowing her brow.}

Hijou: ‘People like entertainment, and I’m more than good enough to give them it and get the job done in the ring. You keep going on and on about this shit, but I’m getting by perfectly fine.’

Fujita: ‘And you believe these mistakes won’t be punished when you come up against the best in the world? You truly think you can continue down this path and you won’t be punished for your negligence?’

{There’s a hint of impatience in his voice now. As tired as Hijou is of hearing this speech, it seems Hiroto is growing equally tired of giving it.}

Fujita: ‘Do you truly believe you have nothing left to learn?’

{Hijou thinks on it for a matter of seconds.}

Hijou: ‘Yes.’

{A few moments of silence pass. Hijou indulges in the sweet taste of her cigarette once more, before Hiroto finally speaks up once more.}

Fujita: ‘I wish you luck with the rest of your career.’

{Not a word more. The last three years come to a close in the space of a single sentence, as Hijou’s mentor walks back into the building. She watches him leave for a second or two, thinking about what he said.}

{Is it possible that there is any truth to it?}

…

{Nah.}

{Hijou smiles, taking a final drag of her smoke before dropping it to the floor and crushing it beneath her heel.}

{She’ll show that geriatric.}

{She’ll show everyone.}

{She’s going to be the best, and she’s going to do it her way.}

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HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
3000 Word Limit
Angel Blake vs. Caleb Cannin
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{ We come back from the break at the commentary booth. }

Rayne: I’m not going to lie, Iyo, I’ve been looking forward to this match since the brackets were announced.

Iyo Kenshin: Caleb Cannin versus Angel Blake is truly a clash of styles, personalities and perhaps even egos. It will be interesting to see how this one breaks down.

{ 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. }

Iyo Kenshin: We know Angel is coming into this focused on getting back to the mountain top but one has to wonder if he’s looking past Caleb tonight?

Rayne: It would definitely be a mistake to look past Caleb Cannin but Angel doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who isn’t 110% prepared for every opponent.

{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. Caleb takes the mic from Alison Valance.}

Caleb Cannin: And introducing your FUTURE HEIR TO THE THRONE!!! CALEB!!!! CANNNNNNNNIN!!!!

{ Caleb tosses the mic over his shoulder back to Alison as Jessica Andrews checks them over. }

Iyo Kenshin: Caleb looking as cocksure as always.

Rayne: You’ve got to love a guy who does his own intro.

Iyo Kenshin: I suppose but what does all this bluster do to win him a match?

Rayne: It gets in the opponent's head.

{ Andrews calls for the bell and both men come out of their corners looking to grapple. Angel very quickly out maneuvers the younger Cannin and gets him in a rear wrist lock. However, Cannin fires his head backward into the bridge of Angel’s nose which almost instantly causes the painted man man to start bleeding! }

Iyo Kenshin: I think Caleb just broke Angel’s nose!

Rayne: That’s one way to escape a rear wrist lock!

{ Andrews is checking on Angel to see if it’s a broken nose but Caleb moves past her and pulls Angel up into a school boy, he also puts his feet on the second rope as Andrews moves into position! }

1!

2!

{ Andrews sees the feet on the ropes and stops the count to kick Caleb’s legs off! }

Rayne: Caleb looking for a shock and awe victory here! That would have been incredible if he pulled it off!

Iyo Kenshin: It would have been cheating at the highest level and incredibly disgraceful against an opponent of Angel’s caliber.

Rayne: Angel raised a kid that pinned a dead body. I think you’re regarding him a little too highly.

{ Caleb is yucking it up at the fans as Angel gets back to his feet. Angel disregards Andrews questions of if he is ok to compete. Blake roars across the ring as Caleb turns from the hard camera and right into a Divine Justice running knee strike! Angel then picks Caleb up like he’s going to plant the younger man with the Deadlights but Caleb manages to break free and leaves the ring! }

Iyo Kenshin: Blake nearly had Caleb after that running knee strike!

Rayne: Caleb needs to keep his distance. Busting up Angel’s nose and not winning the match was probably a mistake.

{ Angel wipes the blood away from beneath his nose as Caleb walks around the outside of the ring with his hands on his hips. The crowd is roaring for Caleb to get back into the ring but he tells them to shut the hell up. Caleb makes full lap of the ring before he goes to roll in. Caleb’s shoulder is just under the rope when Angel charges. Caleb quickly rolls back out thus resetting Andrews ten count. Caleb points at his head and laughs at Angel. Blake sneers before sling shotting himself over the top rope and landing on his feet directly in front of Caleb! }

Rayne: OH YOU DONE MESSED UP NOW!

{ Caleb books it. He’s got speed on his side as he stays just ahead of his older opponent. Caleb rounds a ring post, Angel is a half step behind him, Caleb whips around and grabs Angel by the neck and uses the painted man’s momentum against him to send him back first into the time keepers table!!! }

Rayne: Caleb lured Blake into a trap!

Iyo Kenshin: Dirty but smart.

Rayne: But very smart.

{ Caleb celebrates this momentary victory before grabbing Angel and bouncing that bloody nose off the time keepers table! Andrews is yelling for both men to get back into the ring but Caleb blows her off. Caleb tucks the head of Angel and smirks before hoisting the legend up for a modified Liger Bomb through the time keepers table!!! }

Rayne. Caleb is brash, egotistical, calculated but he is effective.

Iyo Kenshin: If by effective you mean he’s effective at side stepping the rules? Then I couldn’t agree more.

Rayne: If it works, it works.

{ Andrews flies out of the ring to reprimand Caleb but Cannin doesn’t seem to care at all as he heads back into the ring. Andrews checks on Angel for a moment but Caleb tells her to get the hell back in the ring. Andrews climbs back in and Caleb demands she start her ten count. }

Iyo Kenshin: Caleb looking for the count out victory.

Rayne: Every win is worth points in the heir to the throne, even a count out. It’s a smart play.

Iyo Kenshin: It’s an accurate use of the rules but I do not care for it.

{ Andrews is on five as Caleb is already calling for the mic to declare himself the victor. Angel is picking himself up out of the rubble as Andrews hits seven. Caleb is now in her ear telling her to hurry up but Andrews stops her count to tell Caleb to back off. Angel is on his feet and approaching the ring. Andrews finally hits eight as Angel is now at the apron. Caleb sees an opening and decides to take it. Caleb goes for a baseball slide but Angel side steps it which causes Caleb to come under the bottom rope and onto his feet where Angel drills Cannin with a Genocide Kick!!! }

Rayne: Caleb lured Angel in and I think Angel just lured Caleb in!

Iyo Kenshin: He’s a four time world champion and hall of fame wrestler for a reason.

Rayne: Tell me who you want to win without telling me who you want to win.

Iyo Kenshin: I am completely impartial!

Rayne It’s fine, I have my favorites too.

{ Angel now heads back into the ring like he’s going to wait for a ten count much to the fans dismay but at two he shakes his head and climbs back out to a pop from the crowd. Caleb is up to his feet, sort of but Angel is right there to grab Cannin and ram him shoulder and back first into the crowd barrier! Angel pulls Caleb up and runs him all the way down the length of the ring and launches him into another crowd barrier! Angel lets out a roar now as the crowd has picked a side in this battle! }

Rayne: You don’t want to battle Blake on the outside of the ring!

Iyo Kenshin: Caleb needs to get back to his original game plan, stick and move.

{ Andrews is yelling from the ring, Angel’s back to her, Caleb hunched over in front of Angel. Andrews continues to tell them to bring it back to the ring when Caleb just punches Angel right in the baby maker! }

Iyo Kenshin: Blatant low blow!

{ Angel doubles over and Caleb is quick to capitalize with the Hindsight backstabber! }

Rayne: Andrews didn’t see it!

Iyo Kenshin: The mars rover saw it!?

Rayne: Well Andrews didn’t.

{ Caleb pulls Angel up and runs him back into the ring. Caleb follows in after and quickly bounces off the ropes so he can get some momentum before hitting Angel with the Cannin-Ball in the center of the ring! Caleb makes the quick cover and tries to get some tights on it for- }

1!

2!

KICK OUT!

{ Caleb looks up at Andrews and screams that it was three but she says it was only two! }

Rayne: Nice thought, Caleb but you’ll need more than a canon ball to wrap this up.

Iyo Kenshin: He’s created the opening can he retain the advantage!?

{ Caleb pulls Angel up to his feet and spins Blake into his signature maneuver, The Cannin Ending! But Blake manages to push Cannin off before he can get the drop! Caleb turns right into another Divine Justice and then Angel grabs Caleb for a Divine Wrath snap German suplex! Caleb very nearly rolls through it back to his feet but Angel is right there with another Divine Justice! Blake then makes the cover and it’s - }

1!

2!

KICK OUT!!!

{ Caleb got his shoulder up at two! }

Rayne: Wow, I’m honestly a little shocked! Caleb Cannin just kicked out of two of those rising knee strikes!

Iyo Kenshin: I have my opinions about how Caleb handles himself but there is no denying his guts right now.

{ Angel doesn’t waste anytime as he pulls Caleb up to his feet. Angel backs off and looks to fire off another Genocide Kick but Calb drops underneath it and grabs Angel for a backslide pin. Angel kicks out immediately and both men are to their feet but it’s Caleb who connects with a standing dropkick! Angel tries to get right up but Caleb is there with an enzugiri! Cannin then picks Angel up and drapes him across the top rope. Caleb hooks the neck of Angel and hits Thing of the Past rope hung stunner off the top rope! }

Rayne: That was a seriously devastating stunner!

{ Caleb rolls the limp body of Angel over and makes the cover! }

1!

2!

TH-KICK OUT!!!

{ Angel just gets his shoulder up! }

Iyo Kenshin: A very near three count and not a low blow in sight!

Rayne: The thing about Caleb Cannin is he’s good enough to not cheat, he just likes to.

{ Caleb is eyeing up the end for Angel Blake who is slowly getting to his feet. Caleb comes in and spins Angel around into the Cannin Ending. Caleb lets out a yell before going to plant Angel but Blake pulls free and Caleb just lands hard on his backside! Caleb scrambles to his feet only to meet a Divine Justice followed right up with a Genocide Kick! Caleb is staggered and Angel hoists him up and brings Cannin down with the Deadlights! Angel makes the cover and it’s - }

1!

2!

3!

Alison Valance: Your winner by pinfall… ANGEL BLAKE!!!

{ Angel is right up, the dried blood cracking off his pale face masking that terrible grin. }

Rayne: Blake with the victory and the points but Cannin made him earn it!

Iyo Kenshin: Absolutely. Cannin showed out tonight.

Rayne: But tonight was just Angel’s night!

{ Gateways hits as we head to another break. }

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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Emmanuelle vs. Khardiata Senghor
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{ Emmanuelle stands at the curtain as “Say Go” by D Smoke begins to play. She walks out, taking time to soak in the reaction of the crowd before making her way down to the ring. }

Iyo Kenshin: We are just a week or so away from the end of August, and it looks like Emmanuelle is ready for action!

Rayne: You think she'll challenge Brooklyn for the Women's World title down the road?

Iyo Kenshin: She looks poised to take the next step!

{ As "Firewall" from Daniel Deluxe begins playing, Khardiata Senghor saunters down to the ring. During her simple, yet effective, strut, she takes in the boos as she faces Emmanuelle and prepares for the bell to ring. }

Rayne: If Khardiata has anything to say about it, I'm sure she will.

Iyo Kenshin: Problem is, Senghor has a tendency to want to go for the quick victory. Highly unlikely Emmanuelle's gonna give her that kind of satisfaction.

Rayne: We'll just have to wait and see!

[DING!]

{ Blue Shoes called for the bell to get this match started, and as expected...Khardiata decided to start things off with a bang by beating the crap out of Emmanuelle with lefts and rights! The longtime zebra had to warn Senghor several times about the rules when, among other things, she started choking Emmanuelle over the top rope! After nearly decapitating Emmanuelle with a short-armed clothesline, Khardiata picks her up and connects with a flatliner to finish the combo! As she struts around the ring, taking in the jeers, Senghor grabs Emmanuelle and tries to go for an arm trap crossface, but as she tried to go for the hammerlock to complete the deadly submission variant, Emmanuelle managed to swing her foot and get it onto the bottom strand, breaking the hold! }

Iyo Kenshin: Just as I suspected, Senghor wants to go for the quick win!

Rayne: Emmanuelle might be broken in half by the time this match is over!

Iyo Kenshin: Khardiata's gotta be careful -- or shel'll end up being DQ'd!

{ At the count of four, Senghor lets go of the painful hold she had on Emmanuelle! As she and Blue Shoes are barking at each other, Emmanuelle is able to pull herself back to her feet! The two women proceeded to trade punches back and forth, neither gaining an advantage for several minutes. Yet as we hit the 6:30 point, Emmanuelle has taken control of the momentum, catching Senghor off-guard with a jumping knee strike! Khardiata is stunned as Emmy counters a wild haymaker with a vicious right cross, followed by a second! Eventually, Emmy is able to execute a back suplex before transitioning into a modified cloverleaf! However, Senghor manages to grab the bottom rope and force a break! }

Rayne: Trading submissions won't do Emmy any favors!

Iyo Kenshin: I think it might come down to whoever makes the biggest mistake...

{ As we enter the eleventh minute, Khardiata has taken control back from Emmy -- and in a big way! Senghor was able to surprise Emmy by connecting with a jumping mountain bomb from out of nowhere...but she only gets a two-count! As Blue Shoes holds up the dreaded two fingers, she starts screaming about having the match won, allowing Emmy to get back to her feet! As Senghor turns around, she's caught by Emmy who then plants her to the deck with the Malibu Shine tornado DDT combination! The crowd cheers as Emmy covers... }

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEEAAAAAAAWWWWWWW...!!!!!!!!!

Iyo Kenshin: That was a close one!

Rayne: Ya know, I ain't even sure how many more mistakes Senghor has left in her bank account!

{ Emmy is able to shrug off the two fingers from the referee and continue the attack! She is finally able to put Khardiata away with the patented QUEEN BEE DROP, putting her away with the combination of a northern lights bomb and scooping brainbuster! Emmy goes for the pin... }

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

Alison Valance: Here is your winner...EMMAAAAANUEEELLLE!!!!!

{ "Say Go" begins to play once more as Emmy takes in the moment and celebrates her big win! }

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HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
3000 Word Limit
Nick Knight vs. Ace Sky
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Iyo Kenshin: Rayne, as Odyssey moves along, we turn our attention back to Heir to the Throne! Nick Knight will be taking on Ace Sky in more A bracket action!

Rayne: Knight could thrust himself into a first place tie for the lead in the bracket with a submission victory here, and looking ahead that still gives him a mathematical shot at competing in the finals.

Iyo Kenshin: Ace Sky will no doubt be looking to play spoiler, however, Rayne. If he could beat Knight by submission, not only would it be a tremendous momentum builder for him, but he'd give himself an outside chance at winning the bracket with a few lucky breaks.

Rayne: Mr. Nice Guy submit a guy called the Hollywood Butcher? I wouldn't bet on that horse.

{ Ace Sky wears sun-glasses with a third eye on the bridge and an aviator jacket decorated with many accouterments of pins and emblems of flags of Texas, Ying & Yang symbol, Third Eyes, Peace Signs and Rockets. As the instrumental opening of his theme plays a rocket sculptor comes down from below the titantron and he walks out the podbay doors. }

Alison Valance: Introducing first, making his way to the ring from the state of Texas… he is Ace Sky!

{ 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 }

Iyo Kenshin: Regardless of what you may think of him, Rayne, Ace has an undeniable connection with these fans.

Rayne: And how many wins has that fan support earned him here, Iyo? Make your money, sell your shirts… that's all great. Wins and championships are what matters, though.

{ The camera cuts back to Alison. }

Alison Valance: And his opponent…

{ 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. }

Rayne: Those eyes of Knight tell a story, Iyo. He implied this week that he felt Ace was a waste of a spot in this year's tournament, and you can see the disdain for his opponent in Knight's eyes! And I agree with him.

Iyo Kenshin: I certainly don't. Quite frankly, I feel this crusade Nick Knight has been on is a little hypocritical. Nick has a vision for what professional wrestling should be, but what makes his vision any more meaningful than what anyone else feels?

{ The referee for this contest, Tommy Knocker, calls for the opening bell! }

Ding!

{ The two veterans circle the ring to start the match, with Sky changing up his stances a little on Knight in an effort to take the "Hollywood Butcher" off his game. Knight closes in, arms high as he hunts for a tie up. The smaller Sky has different ideas, using his quickness advantage in this particular contest to avoid the tie up with a "Third Eye Legsweep"! Nick lands flat on his spine on the canvas. Ace follows up with a standing "Man on the Moon-sault", driving the air from Knight's lungs! Sky forgoes making a cover, opting to pull the veteran hardcore wrestler off the canvas. Nick lunges into Sky with a knee to his midsection, then stomps down on the top of Ace Sky's permanently damaged right foot! The stomp hobbles Sky, enabling Knight to tie up Ace's arms and deliver a series of arm-trapped headbutts to his adversary! The force of the blows causes the scar tissue on Knight's head to burst like a balloon, opening the veteran wrestler up! With a small trick of blood flowing down his forehead, Knight switches his grip on Ace and takes him over hard with a T-bone Suplex! }

Iyo Kenshin: A hard landing for Ace Sky off that suplex, Rayne!

Rayne: That'll send shockwaves up and down your spine! It happens so fast, and Knight is one of the best in the business at tossing people around the ring with those Suplexes.

Iyo Kenshin: The Hollywood Butcher dishing out some more punishment to Sky with those vicious stomps!

{ Knight guides Ace up off the canvas before proceeding to slap him across the chest with a heavy chop that echoes throughout the arena like a shot rang out! Sky cringes, his chest reddening from the strike. The Hollywood Butcher rakes Sky's eyes, enabling him to easily grab a handful of Ace's locks and ram his opponent head-first into the top turnbuckle. Nick lifts Ace up into a seated position on the top buckle… and Knight starts to climb up to the second turnbuckle… }

Rayne: There are a few different ways this could end for Sky… and I assure you none of them are good!

Iyo Kenshin: Nick Knight possibly trying to position both himself -and his opponent- for an avalanche German Suplex! This will be the highest of impacts!

Rayne: Knight hits this, it's over!

Iyo Kenshin: Sky is trying to fight Nick off with some back elbows! You have to think he can feel where he is, and it's territory Sky is very comfortable in! Those elbows are catching Knight square!

{ The fifth elbow to the head of Knight shakes his grip on Sky, and the sixth sense Nick careening to the canvas! The crowd pops as turns himself on the buckles to face Knight, then proceeds to dive off with an elbow drop aimed straight into the heart of the Hollywood Butcher! Sky makes the heady decision to roll off of Knight versus trying for a pinfall, though! }

Iyo Kenshin: An intelligent decision by Ace Sky there, Rayne! If you're Sky, you really have to play for the submission here…

Rayne: I agree, but again, what in the hell do you do if you're Ace Sky to make a guy like Knight quit?! This is a man that probably eats glass for breakfast!

Iyo Kenshin: Sky taking that right leg of Knight with the surgically repaired knee in hand…

{ Ace repeatedly drops his knee on the inside of Nick Knight's right knee, pinning the leg to the canvas on the fourth try and bending up on Knight's ankle as the Hollywood Butcher grimaces in pain. Sky gets up, keeping control of the leg of Knight he's working over, and drops a leg drop on it. Sky transitions, tying Knight up into an Indian Deathlock that brings the crowd to their feet! The official checks in on Knight, who vehemently refuses to quit! Nick lays on the canvas a moment, and Tommy cuts him a second of slack before dropping down to make a count on his shoulders… }

One!

{ Nick sits up, still suffering in the submission, but avoiding having his shoulders counted down! Nick fights for a moment, working to push one of Sky's legs off… allowing Knight to get close enough to rake Ace's eyes to break the submission! Knight scoots backwards on his ass towards the ropes, clutching at his knee once there as blood still flows down his face. Sky feels around some on all fours on the canvas, his vision clearing enough to see where Knight is. Ace makes his way over, and Knight uses the ropes to pull himself up. Ace tries to drag Knight from the ropes with a rear waist lock, but Knight hangs on with everything he has. Tommy leans in to tell Knight he has to get off the ropes, and Nick seizes the chance to throw his leg back and catch Sky with a low blow (that may have been) out of the official's view. The crowd boos as Knight wipes the blood and sweat cocktail from his forehead and takes a breath. Ace lays on the canvas behind him as the crowd boos. Knocker half-heartedly asks Knight if he low-blowed Sky, but Nick shakes his head no. }

Iyo Kenshin: Knight is as guilty as can be! He took a shortcut and there isn't a person in this building that didn't see it!

Rayne: So what if he did?! That is the business, Iyo! If you can get away with it, you'd have to be a fool not to do it! One shot to the jewels is just as good as ten to the head!

{ Knight flexes his leg out to try to regain some feeling in it before turning around to slowly approach Sky. He lifts Ace up off the canvas and whips him chest first into the buckles with authority! Sky bounces off, staggering backwards, and Knight clocks him in the back of the head with a heavy forearm! Before Ace can even tumble though, Knight cinches him in "La La Land" and falls backwards to the canvas! With Sky grounded in the middle of the ring, and nowhere to go, he can only fight for a moment before tapping out with his hand! Referee Tommy Knocker quickly calls for the bell! }

Ding!

{ Knight holds the submission for just that extra second before releasing Sky from his clutches as Nick's music hits! }

Rayne: That is ten huge points for Knight, Iyo!

Iyo Kenshin: Ten points earned with the assistance of a low-blow, Rayne. Is that Nick Knight's version of what professional wrestling should be?

Rayne: I'm sure he'll be heartbroken you don't approve when he goes home to two hot women a winner.

{ The crowd boos as Knight revels in his victory. }

Winner: Nick Knight by submission

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SEGMENT
"AND NEW INVICTUS CHAMPION!
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{ The arena was a symphony of flashing lights and roaring cheers, each echo resonating through the rafters as Alexandra Callaway's theme music reverberated. The titantron flickered to life, displaying a montage of Alexandra's journey, from her early days in the wrestling world to her recent conquest of the Invictus Championship. The crowd's anticipation reached a fever pitch as the curtains parted, revealing Alexandra, flanked by Stephen Terrella and Portia, emerging onto the stage.Wearing the Invictus Championship belt proudly over her shoulder, Alexandra soaked in the electrifying atmosphere, her gaze traversing the sea of devoted fans. Her confident stride carried her down the ramp, each step an affirmation of her hard-fought victory. As Alexandra entered the ring, her music gradually faded, giving way to a cascade of cheers and applause. She took a moment to stand at the center of the ring, the championship belt gleaming under the spotlight. Stephen stands at Calaway's side, with Portia hanging on his arm; smiling as they look upon their triumphant companion. With a microphone in hand, Alexandra brought it to her lips, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. She gestured to the championship belt. }

"Thank you, everyone! This right here, this is not just a symbol of victory. It's a testament to dedication, to sacrifice, and to the pursuit of excellence. And let’s face it.. Who is better than me?"

{ She lifted the title for a moment, before speaking again, a cocky smirk emblazoned across her face. }

"You know, when I stepped into that ring against Matt Knox, I didn't do it with a sense of joy or malice. Matt is a competitor of unparalleled skill, and I want to make it clear that I didn't want to have to do what I did. But sometimes, the pursuit of championship gold necessitates stepping into the realm of the uncomfortable, into the territory of doing the unthinkable."

{ Alexandra's gaze was resolute, her words resonating with the unwavering determination that had carried her to this point. }

"The Invictus Championship represents more than just a title. It signifies a legacy, my legacy, a standard of wrestling greatness. It's where this championship belongs. It’s with a champion who isn’t afraid to face anyone who steps through that curtain and defeat them to retain it. A Champion who will do what must be done, no matter who is standing across that ring from them."

{ A wave of cheers and boos swept through the arena, an acknowledgment of her commitment and her prowess. Alexandra continued, her tone taking on one of a Champion who is unafraid of a challenge. Her words hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down to the entire roster. }

"So, to all the competitors out there, if you have the fire, the drive, and the will to take this title from me, bring it on. I welcome the challenge. I am not one to shy away from adversity, and I am here to face each and every one of you with everything I've got."

{ Alexandra's gaze swept across the crowd, connecting with individual faces, forging a connection that transcended the boundaries of the ring. }

"Let's make this championship reign one for the ages, one that will be remembered not just for its matches, but for the unbreakable spirit that defines the Invictus Championship!"

{ As her words echoed through the arena, the crowd's loud reaction reached a crescendo.The triumphant trio stood united in the center of the ring, their alliance a symbol of camaraderie and shared destructive ways. And as the spotlight shone brightly upon them, it was clear that the reign of Alexandra Callaway as the Invictus Champion had begun with a declaration of two simple words, NO FEAR. }

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HEIR TO THE THRONE
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
3000 Word Limit
John Nash Strader vs. Wraith vs. Nick Danger
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{The arena is charged with excitement as the highly anticipated triple-threat match featuring Wraith, Nick Danger, and John Nash Strader is about to begin. The lights dim, and the haunting melody of Wraith's entrance theme, "Death's Door" by Darrnell Bradley, fills the air. The lights gradually brighten, revealing Wraith standing in the center of the ring, his enigmatic presence captivating the audience. The crowd gasps, entranced by his aura.}

{"Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood resonates through the speakers, heralding Nick Danger's entrance. He strides down the ramp with confidence, engaging with his fans and exuding determination. His red and black attire reflects his unwavering resolve.}

{Then, "Big Gun" by AC/DC echoes through the arena, signaling John Nash Strader's grand entrance on his Harley Davidson Panhead. The crowd erupts as Strader rides around the ring, emanating power and dominance. Alexandra is riding with him, her Invictus title on her shoulder. Once the panhead is parked at ringside, he instructs Alexandra to leave the ringside after a kiss on her cheek, and she heads up the ramp to the announce table joining Iyo and Rayne. She placed her title on the table in front of herself.}

Alexandra Calaway: Hey guys and Gals, time for this to get good.

Rayne: Did they say you could be out here?

Alexandra Calaway: Does it matter? Here I am.

Iyo Kenshin: Uh.. The Match is starting.

{As the bell rings, the match commences, and it's Wraith who takes the initiative. Drawing on his technical prowess, he engages with an Arm Trap Elbow Strike, targeting Nick Danger's arm. Danger retaliates, countering with a Triangle Choke. Meanwhile, Strader, a juggernaut in his own right, keenly observes, calculating his moment to make his mark. Seizing an opening, Danger launches a series of rapid strikes at Strader, who responds with his brute strength, dictating the match's pace with his forceful brawling style. Amidst the chaos, Wraith capitalizes, ensnaring Strader in the Gogoplata submission hold. Danger reacts swiftly, breaking the hold with a Running Forearm Smash that catches Wraith off guard. Amidst the tumultuous shifts of control, Nick Danger harnesses his unwavering resilience to rise as a force to be reckoned with. As the momentum sways, Danger taps into his tenacity, weathering the storm of Strader's overpowering onslaught. With a fierce determination, he rallies against the overwhelming force of Strader's attacks, countering with an explosive series of strikes that showcase his unrelenting spirit.}

Alexandra Calaway: BOO!!!!

Rayne: Alexandra, seriously. Stop.

Alexandra Calaway: No

Iyo Kenshin: Be careful there.

{In a defining moment, Danger displays his high-flying prowess with an electrifying Moonsault that slices through the air, narrowly missing Strader. The crowd roars in approval as Danger's acrobatics dazzle, reminding all of his ability to turn the tide even in the face of adversity. The pendulum of control swings, with Danger mounting an offense. Strader's power becomes evident as he counters Danger's attacks and launches a flurry of his own. Amid the tumult, Wraith seizes the opportunity, trapping Strader in a Triangle Choke. Strader's sheer strength prevails, and he powers out of the submission, showcasing his resilience. As the match progresses, a seismic shift occurs as John Nash Strader taps into his raw intensity and sheer strength. With a thunderous roar, Strader's dominance asserts itself, and the energy in the arena becomes palpable. Danger's offense momentarily falters as Strader bulldozes his way through, countering attacks with his unyielding power. A relentless series of strikes and punishing maneuvers showcase Strader's proficiency in unleashing controlled chaos within the ring.}

Alexandra Calaway: YES!!! Now it’s firing off.

Iyo Kenshin: This match is definitely impressive.

Rayne: Are you two watching the same match as me?

{Amidst the tumult, Wraith's calculated strategy momentarily loses its foothold against Strader's sheer force. Strader lifts Wraith high overhead, executing a jaw-dropping Gorilla Press Slam that elicits awe from the crowd. The ring seems to tremble beneath the impact of Strader's maneuvers, and Danger, caught off guard, finds himself on the receiving end of Strader's signature Jackhammer Powerbomb. Strader's unbridled intensity resonates with each move, leaving both his opponents reeling and the audience in awe of his unmatched power.

In these intense moments, John Nash Strader establishes his dominance with a display of raw strength that overwhelms both his competitors. The crowd is left in stunned silence, witnessing a display of physical prowess that underscores Strader's reputation as a powerhouse in the world of wrestling.}

Alexandra Calaway: That’s my man. Get ‘em baby.

Iyo Kenshin: Strader is definitely showing his power here.

Rayne: I wouldn’t count Danger out just yet. And Wraith is still in this, so far he’s one of the highest ranked.

{As the match evolves, each competitor exhibits their unique strengths. Danger displays his high-flying abilities, executing a breathtaking Moonsault that narrowly misses Strader. Strader demonstrates his power, hoisting Wraith into a Jackknife Powerbomb that nearly secures the victory. Wraith, in turn, unleashes a Technical Suplex on Danger, showcasing his technical prowess.}

Alexandra Calaway: That Jackknife Powerbomb on Wraith should teach him to not talk about me.

Rayne: Calaway not everything is about you.

Iyo Kenshin: Isn’t it though, she’s our Invictus Champion, show some respect.

Rayne: No.

{In a stunning sequence, Danger attempts the Red Phoenix Phoenix Splash, only for Strader to intercept with a monstrous Powerbomb mid-air. Danger's resilience is on full display as he kicks out just in time. Meanwhile, Wraith capitalizes on the chaos, applying the Ode to Aphrodite Flying Bicycle Knee to Danger. Strader is poised to break up the pinfall but is met with a fierce Clothesline from Wraith, which sends him into the ropes, causing him to hit his head on an exposed turnbuckle.}

Alexandra Calaway: Fuck, excuse me you guys. I need to get down there.

{Alexandra throws her headphones off and starts down the ramp in a full run, going to ringside where she tries to get John back into the match, slamming her hands on the ring apron.}

Rayne: Alexandra just left us at the announce table to cheer on her boyfriend John Strader from a closer range.

Iyo Kenshin: Miss Calaway seems to have a different thought in mind. I wonder what John will think, considering he told her to leave ringside, most likely for her own safety, Wraith did say something pretty scathing about her.

{With the match hanging in the balance, Wraith senses the opportune moment. He unleashes a devastating finishing move, the 'Death's Grasp' Chokeslam, on Strader, sending shockwaves through the arena. Strader crashes to the canvas, temporarily incapacitated. Wraith pivots, targeting Nick Danger, and connects with a perfectly executed 'Lights Out' Go To Sleep.

With Danger down and Strader reeling, Wraith goes for the cover on Danger. The referee counts as Strader tries to get back into the match, shaking his head.}

Iyo Kenshin: That’s it ladies and gentlemen, Wraith scored another win here via pinfall in the Heir to The Throne tournament.

Rayne: Alexandra is helping Strader out of the ring, who seems to be shooting daggers at Wraith right now.

{In a thrilling contest that showcased the strengths of each competitor, Wraith emerges victorious, pinning Nick Danger. Strader's power, Danger's resilience, and Wraith's calculated strategy were all on full display. The dynamic encounter left the crowd on the edge of their seats, celebrating the exceptional display of skill, determination, and heart exhibited by these three remarkable athletes.}

Sabin / Madjinn: I hereby request a notion that the TV championship records be retired, and thus, the Gladiators Championship starts anew! That way J-TV will never break my record! Jun 10, 2024 17:11:47 GMT

J-TV: It's gonna be a cold day in hell before you take this TV Title away from me. I bet I look damned good with two belts though. Jun 10, 2024 10:02:08 GMT