IWF Presents: Sacrifice - November 07, 2023 | Imperial Wrestling Federation

IWF Presents: Sacrifice - November 07, 2023 Nov 8, 2023 1:28:35 GMT

Post by Randon Haynes on Nov 8, 2023 1:28:35 GMT

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SHOW OPEN
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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. }

Terri Morasco: It's Tuesday Night and you know what that means, IWF Sacrifice is live! I'm Terri Morasco, seated alongside my broadcast partner, Vasco Dias and we have a stacked card for you tonight with Survival of the Fittest right around the corner!

Vasco Dias: That's right! We have two triple threat match eliminators with the winners facing each other next week for the final spot in the Extinction Event!

Terri Morasco: That's going to be huge!

Vasco Dias: We also have Chris Diamond in action against El Grande Malo! And the World Television Title will be on the line when Wraith defends against Allen Chaney!

Terri Morasco: But first! A rematch from a few weeks ago! They tore the roof off in their first encounter so the rematch is sure to be just as good if not better! Zasshu verses Dawn Warren and it's right now!

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SINGLES MATCH
2K RP Word Limit
Zasshu II vs Dawn Warren
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{ Ain’t it Fun by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Dawn makes her way out from behind the curtains smirking. She claps the hands of the roaring fans before sliding into the ring. }

{ The arena begins to strobe purple as the intro to Victorious by Nita Strauss starts to play. As the lyrics kick into gear, Zasshu comes walking out through the curtain to a burst of pyro with her hands up. She poses on the stage in a fighter’s stance before continuing to the ring. She rolls in under the bottom rope and runs across the ring to jump onto the second turnbuckle. She holds her hands up as the chorus wraps up before dropping off and waiting for the match to begin. }

Terri Morasco: As I said in the opening this is a rematch from a few weeks ago! Dawn Warren picked up the victory in that encounter but Zasshu is looking to get her win back! What do you think her chances are, Vasco?

Vasco Dias: Zasshu has been an incredible addition to the women’s division, as has Dawn Warren so it’s really anyone's guess!

{ The opening few minutes saw Dawn and Zasshu go back and forth trading off on technical moves. Each took control of tie ups and attempted to ground their opponent but the other was ready for the attempt and always reversed out of it. The crowd was fully engaged for this technical spectacle that finally ended with a snapmare from Dawn and a dropkick to the back of Zasshu’s head. Dawn would keep control as we crossed the five minute mark and get her first pinfall attempt off a With Great Power Tilt a Whirl DDT!

Zasshu would fight back from the pinfall attempt and switch to her more fast paced offense, connecting with a springboard crossbody and even a Poison Rana that got her a two count. Zasshu would go to the ropes one too many times as we neared eight minutes into this encounter and get caught with a deep armdrag off the ropes. Dawn followed suit and changed up her tactics with a diving head scissors on Zasshu and another big DDT that lead to a near fall. Zasshu turned the tables on Dawn with a Heavy Killer #1 for a two count.

Dawn fought back with several more arm drags that seemed to knock Zasshu off her came as we hit ten minutes into the match. Dawn kept the pace up with a step up enzugiri and a sunset flip off the middle turnbuckle into a near two count. Zasshu roared back as the crowd cheered for both of them and connected with an Ode to the Ace for a near fall of her own. The minutes quickly ticked by and as we hit the fifteen minute mark of the match we saw Dawn go for the Comes Great Responsibility handspring splash but Zasshu was able to avoid it. Zasshu was able to counter with an Orange Crush Bomb and followed it up with the Zasshu driver for the pinfall and the victory at 16:19. }

Alison Valance: Your winner by pinfall… ZASSHU!!!

{ Zasshu celebrated her win by helping Dawn up and shaking her hand. }

Terri Morasco: Another incredible match between these two exceptional women! But now they’re one and one so when will the rubber match be and who wins that encounter!?

Vasco Dias: We will have to wait and see Terri but I can’t wait to find out!

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IWF MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ELIMINATOR SEMI FINALS
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
3K RP Word Limit
Tytus Rost vs Caleb Cannin vs Pax Stormcrow
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{The crowd turns its attention toward the entrance area as a lion roar echoes throughout the arena. They continue to watch as the drumbeat of "Tired of Winning" begins and from behind the curtain steps the hulking figure of Tytus Rost, his face like carved granite as he stares with cold eyes down to the ring.}

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the first semi-final match in the IWF World Championship Eliminator! Making his way to the ring, weighing three hundred and four pounds … from Norilsk, Siberia … The Russian Lion … Tytus … Rost!

{Rost’s upper lip curls in a sneer as he begins to move with purpose down the ramp. Making it to the ring, Tytus stands on the floor for a beat before leaping up to the apron in a show of agility for a man his size. He wipes his boots on the outside ring apron before stepping in through the ropes and walks with purpose to the center of the ring.}

Terri Morasco: Tytus Rost certainly has his work cut out for him tonight, because he has to face off against the former World Champion and the Joker in the Pack!

Vasco Dias: This Eliminator tournament is full of a lot of big names, but if we are talking about the definition of "big", you can look no further than Tytus Rost.

{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.}

Alison Valance: And from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 219 pounds… he is the FUTURE… Caleb Cannin!

Vasco Dias: We are in the presence of a superstar, Morasco! Caleb Cannin has a real opportunity to make it to the Extinction Event in back-to-back years.

Terri Morasco: If he can outwrestle Tytus Rost like he claims, he'll have definitely earned his spot. But talking can only get you so far before you step in the ring.

Vasco Dias: He's the biggest strategist on the roster! I don't doubt Caleb Cannin for one second.

{Notably, Caleb clutches his Joker in the Pack briefcase close to his chest. He raises it to a snarling Rost before setting it down at ringside.}

{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 chears as the opening rythmn 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 preperation for the match to begin

Pax walks out with the chearing crowd behind him, standing at the top of the ramp and throwing his right fist into the air.}

Alison Valance: And their opponent, from Aitkin, Minnesota, weighing in at 240 pounds… PAX STORMCROW!

Terri Morasco: After losing the World Championship at Halloween Hell, you can guarantee that Pax Stormcrow is going to have his sights dead set on Dean Harper!

Vasco Dias: But the odds aren't in his favor, Morasco! He's going into the ring with a hulking beast of a man and one of the hottest stars in the company!

{The bell sounds and Cannin immediately slides out of the ring, leaving Stormcrow and Rost to square up against each other. The two men grapple with each other, exchanging various holds as Caleb spectates on the outside. Rost eventually overpowers Stormcrow and bullies him into the corner. As Pax struggles to deal with Rost's brute strength, Cannin saunters over to the announce desk.}

Caleb Cannin: And hello, hello, hello! Is this thing on? It better be, because all the people at home are now getting some exclusive commentary from the biggest star to grace your television screen!

Vasco Dias: I can't believe this, Morasco! Being on commentary with Caleb Cannin is just like Christmas!

Terri Morasco: You two really deserve each other, you know that?

{Pax manages to slip out from the corner and chops Tytus across the chest. It only serves to make the Lion angrier as he bowls through Stormcrow with a shoulder block. He grabs Pax by the hair and goes for a German suplex, but Pax rolls through and comes back with a hard kick to the head!}

Caleb Cannin: Look at these two go back and forth! It's a real shame that they're putting themselves through all of this for nothing.

Terri Morasco: Are you ever going to get in there and actually wrestle?

Caleb Cannin: If you had more than three brain cells in that head, Terri, you'd know that I'm going to pick my spot!

{Tytus rebounds off the ropes and rushes right into a huge spinebuster from Stormcrow! Pax puts the boots to the grounded Rost before trying to pull him back up. Rost attempts to surprise Pax by lifting him into The End, but he manages to escape and hit his own German suplex! Rost is stunned by the power of Stormcrow, but the amateur aficionado continues to put on the pressure. Pax hits a couple hard European uppercuts to stun the big man before hitting the ropes. He tries to crash onto Rost with a crossbody, but Rost catches him! He hits Stormcrow with a fallaway slam, sending his opponent tumbling underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Tytus looks over at the announcing table and motions for Cannin to get inside.}

Caleb Cannin: Yeah, no chance in hell, douchebag! Go back to your shitty little ranch in Texa- OH SHIT!

Vasco Dias: Oh good lord! Look at this punk, Pax Stormcrow, trying to ruin this beautiful commentary! You get away from him!

Terri Morasco: Maybe now Cannin will actually put up a fight!

{As Cannin hurls insults at Rost, he doesn’t have time to react to Pax blindsiding him! He drags Cannin by the hair and hurls him into the steel steps. Caleb fights back with a few well-aimed shots as Stormcrow tries to mount an offensive. He pushes Pax back and spits in his face, trying to lure him closer. Stormcrow responds with a chop that can be heard from the nosebleeds! Cannin clutches at his chest, backing away from Pax. To his surprise, he backs right into a 304 pound Russian beast. Rost clamps Cannin into a rear naked choke, nearly ragdolling him around the ringside area. Caleb decides to go for his tried and true escape plan, the Cup Check! Rost is stunned momentarily, just long enough for Stormcrow to come crashing down from the top onto both men! Pax bangs on the apron to light up the crowd before tossing Caleb into the ring. He immediately lands a double-leg takedown and begins to lay in punch after punch. All Cannin can do is cover up and try not to eat too many shots, but it’s not long before Stormcrow switches gears. Locking his arms around Caleb’s waist, Pax hits a fantastic trifecta of German suplexes. The last one ends in a bridge!

ONE…

TWO…

Cannin kicks out!

Before Pax can continue to punish Caleb, Tytus reenters the ring. The Russian Lion begins to wreak havoc on both of his opponents, first slamming his boot right into Stormcrow’s face. He then hoists Cannin up onto his shoulders before hitting a brutal sitout powerslam! Rost begins to toy with The Future like a lion playing with its food. He hits Caleb with a few boots to the head before lifting him up again. This time, though, the crafty Cannin rakes the eyes and blinds Tytus. He manages to land a quick enziguri and then a Hindsight from the front! The big man doesn’t go down, but stumbles right back into a Saito suplex from Pax! With Rost temporarily out, Stormcrow and Cannin go face-to-face once more. Stormcrow tries to shoot for another takedown, but Cannin sprawls and gets control of the back. He torques the arm of Stormcrow, trying to weaken it enough for a submission. Pax manages to reverse the hold and locks in a hammerlock, looking for Peace Out. Cannin manages to move his leg behind Stormcrow’s, making sure he cannot land the suplex. Instead, Cannin reverses and tries to set up for a Cannin Ending. Stormcrow manages to shove Caleb away, sending him to the ropes. Cannin lures Pax in and drops the top rope down, letting Pax dive over and onto the apron. He quickly scrambles to grab Stormcrow’s neck, looking to make him a Thing of the Past! Unfortunately, he gets struck with a scintillating heel kick from Tytus! Cannin falls down to the mat, completely out of it.}

Terri Morasco: I think Tytus just knocked Caleb out cold!

Vasco Dias: Someone get medical! An ambulance! Anything! This place is supposed to have free healthcare, right?!

{Rost tries to deal with Pax on the apron, but he gets pulled through the ropes. The two men fight on the apron and jockey for a dominant position. Stormcrow valiantly lays in chop after chop to the Lion, managing to back him up. However, one hard forearm sends Pax reeling back. Rost lines up Stormcrow and nearly sends him through the ring post with an Event Horizon! Pax’s body collides hard with the metal and he crumples all the way to the floor. Tytus smells blood in the water and does not wait for the referee to check on Stormcrow, instead throwing him back into the fight. Rost picks up Stormcrow with a frightening amount of ease, signaling for The End. Just before he can fully commit, Caleb runs in and decks Tytus with the Joker in the Pack briefcase!}

Terri Morasco: Oh my god, no! Caleb Cannin is about to steal this!

Vasco Dias: Yes! The cover on Stormcrow! I told you, Morasco, he always has a- WHAT?!

{Using every last bit of strength, Pax manages to get his shoulder up right before the three count! Cannin is irate, but pushes the issue by covering Rost as well.

ONE…

TWO…

THR- Tytus kicks out!

Caleb pounds on the mat in pure frustration. On his hands and knees, he scrambles for his briefcase. He begs Stormcrow to get to his feet, but Rost also begins to rise. It’s Cannin’s choice as to who he clocks with the case, and he picks the more vulnerable Stormcrow. Cannin charges right at Pax, but he gets flung out of the ring with a gigantic Event Horizon by Tytus Rost! Rost begins to Blackout Stormcrow, finishing his offensive flurry by lifting Pax on his shoulders and giving him The End! He covers while a dazed Cannin tries to get back inside the ring!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

Cannin misses the break-up by half a second as Rost shoves him away. Tytus laughs in Caleb’s face as The Future nearly tears out clumps of his hair. Pax lays nearly lifeless in the ring, with the Russian Lion standing over him.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner, TYTUS ROST!

Terri Morasco: Despite the efforts of Pax Stormcrow and Caleb Cannin, Tytus Rost proved to be just too much for both men to handle!

Vasco Dias: If there is anyone that can truly stop this man, I don’t think we’ve met them yet!

{Tytus reigns triumphant as Pax slowly props himself up in the corner, tending to himself. Cannin is already halfway up the ramp, clutching the now dented Joker in the Pack with a crazed look in his eyes. Rost gets up on the turnbuckle and flexes to the crowd, showing off his dominance for all to see.}

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SINGLES MATCH
2K RP Word Limit
"The Maniac" Chris Diamond vs El Grande Malo
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{The house lights dim slightly as the words ‘OLÉ’ appear on the screen. The fans begin chanting along with the music as El Grandé Malo bursts out from behind the curtain. He stomps his way out to the center of the stage, bouncing up and down in time with the music. He hops up and down pointing into the air and quickly begins jogging down toward the ring, slapping the outstretched hands along the way, before sliding into the ring and heading for the nearest corner. He scales the turnbuckles and continues to hype up the chanting crowd before dropping down and pulling on the nearby top rope, stretching while waiting for the match to begin.}

{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. }

Terri Morasco: Chris Diamond has been untouchable since his return a few months ago but will tonight be the night where he finally gets what’s coming to him!?

Vasco Dias: I sincerely doubt it. Chris Diamond is a man with a mind for murder and his mind is focused on El Grande Malo!

{ The match kicked off how you’d expect with Chris Diamond plowing right into Malo with his patented Shane Big Boot in the corner as soon as the bell was rung. Chris would continue with high impact power moves, tossing Malo around the ring like a literal ragdoll. The crowd was firmly behind Malo during these opening minutes who tried several times to fight back but Chris was just too strong and too aggressive. Chris capped off these first few minutes with the Enforcer followed by a pinfall attempt but Malo was able to get his shoulder up which only seemed to anger Chris more.

Chris took Malo to the outside after that and pinballed him off several ringside objects, including but not limited to the posts, the crowd barrier and the steel steps. Chris looked poised to send Malo through the time keepers table but Malo fought back with his first round of real offense kicked off with a ripcord single knee codebreaker! Malo would bring the fight back into the ring where his lucha libre experience shown through as he hit a springboard moonsult armdrag and a springboard sidekick that really seemed to take Chris off his game. Malo hit a back flip double rotation senton for his first pinfall of the match that only resulted in a two count.

Malo attempted to keep control of the match but Chris fought back hard and aggressively, really taking control off a Hange’em High Chokeslam. Chris would hit another Shane Big Boot to secure his control of the match and proceed to once again toss Malo all over the ring from pillar to post to the point it looked like Malo was out on his feet. Chris got Malo up for the Sudden Impact but Malo made one last valiant attempt to take control of the match only to be caught off a springboard with a Diamond Cutter from Chris Diamond! Chris then hit the Sudden Impact for the pinfall and the victory at 9:57. }

Alison Valance: Your winner by pinfall… Chris Diamond!

{ Chris delivers a crotch chop, mocking both Malo and his own brother, Rob Diamond in the process. }

Vasco Dias: Well that went about as expected but Malo gave it his best.

Terri Morasco: Chris adding insult to injury with that Diamond Cutter, you know wherever Rob is he’s seething!

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IWF MEN'S WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP ELIMINATOR SEMI FINALS
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
3K RP Word Limit
Gregor Winter vs James Gilmore vs Warren Harper
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{The arena goes pitch black as the guitar and drum entrance of O Fortuna begins to play over the PA. Suddenly the lights come at the fifty-eight second mark as the guttural scream of lyrics begins. The big man slowly makes his way to the ring ignoring the crowd, some of which are covering their ears from the almost painful to listen to entrance music. Once he reaches the ring he climbs up onto the apron facing the hard camera as silver flames shoot high into the air from the ring posts.

The music stops and he steps inside of the ring ready for action.}

Terri Morasco: This is gonna be a very entertaining triple threat.

Vasco Dias: Second half of the Extinction Event qualifiers?! I can't wait to see this one...

{ The lights change, flickering purple briefly. }

”Mirror Mirror on the wall
Show me truth or none at all
Break the glass and walk away
I’m done with everything.”

{ The lights settle on a softer more stable yellow in time with the opening drums and guitar riff of “Done With Everything” by Line So Thin. The crowd are divided for Warren Harper 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. At the edge of the ring, he closes his eyes and takes a breath before jumping up onto the apron, walking along it and climbing the turnbuckle. He then perches himself on the corner, head bowed towards the canvas, eyes closed. He takes a series of slow deep breaths, relaxing himself in a brief meditation almost. Warren finally raises his head, no longer looking down on anything, but ahead. He slowly opens his eyes and relaxes, smiling again. The music slowly fades away and the lights return to normal as he hops down into the ring and waits in the corner. A true fighter and sportsman unlike so many in this business and in his bloodline before him. Warren was a much better man, he just had to hold onto that belief. }

Vasco Dias: Ya know, the one thing I loathe about these triple threat matches?!

Terri Morasco: What's that...?!

Vasco Dias: They're too damn hard to predict a winner. Plus, even if ya don't get pinned...ya still lose!

{ Dokken's "Lightnin' Strikes Again" begins playing as the crowd leaps to its feet, anticipating James Gilmore's arrival into the ring. Yet inexplicably...the Islander alum is nowhere to be found! Warren looks on, befuddled as he'd been looking forward to facing JJ in the ring again to renew a years-long rivalry. }

Terri Morasco: Folks, as I understand it, JJ was taking his son and daughter, Luke and Leia, on their very first backstage tour before taking part in a special watch party in a suite!

Vasco Dias: Gilmore punked out. That's all there is to it.

Terri Morasco: Highly unlikely he'd ever do that. Oh, wait a sec--!

{ A Redshirt speeds down the entrances ramp and towards the ring. Gregor Winter looks like his ready to go and Warren still looks confused, thinking James was going to make his delayed entrance. However, the security guard whispers something into Blue Shoes' ear before racing backstage! }

Vasco Dias: What the hell--?!

Terri Morasco: I'm being told through my earpiece that there's been a major emergency backstage -- and that JJ won't be competing in this match tonight!

Vasco Dias: Aww, C'MON!! Did he have another heart attack or somethin'?!

Terri Morasco: Don't know...but we have a camera crew backstage. We'll get you all the details just as soon--OH!!!

[DING!]

{ Gregor Winter jumped Warren Harper from behind, prompting Blue Shoes to call for the bell! Not having to worry about a second opponent has given the man from MOD Island a prime opportunity to beat a former Men's World Champion to a pulp -- and he seizes that chance early on! Gregor stuns Warren with a variety of powerhouse-style moves, including an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that's followed up by a big boot to the schnozz after Harper was sent for the ride! As we hit the 6:30 mark, Winter is in complete control of the match, eventually plastering Warren with a decapitating clothesline from the corner before going for the cover! }

1...!

2...!!

NOPE!!!

Vasco Dias: Gregor's makin' things look easy!

Terri Morasco: I don't think he's gonna put him down that quickly!

{ As we reach the 11th minute, we find both men on the outside floor! They trade punches back and forth as Blue Shoes makes a ten-count! Warren would gain the upper hand as he dumps Gregor back inside the squared circle just as the longtime zebra counted to nine! As we reach the 14:30 point, Warren finds him with the advantage over Gregor, using a hybrid of Spike's cunning and Dean's ferociousness to the best of his ability! After a trio of suplexes of varying degrees, Harper held onto Winter's left arm before executing an armdrage takedown-elbow drop combination that looked both swift and fierce. Warren tried to go for the sharpshooter, but Gregor was able to squirm free of the hold...only to wind up on the wrong end of a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Warren goes for the cover... }

1...!

2...!!

KICKOUT!!!

Terri Morasco: Listen to this crowd -- they're chanting JJ's name!

Vasco Dias: Even though he didn't come out?! That's stupid!

Terri Morasco: To be fair, you gotta hope that nothing too serious has happened to him.

{ The back-and-forth contest in the ring continued as Gregor and Warren traded their respective signature moves at 17:25, both scoring close two-counts! But Warren, as we hit the 20th minute, was able to get the last laugh! After Gregor made the mistake of trying to go for a wild haymaker, Harper was able to counter with his patented Blue Thunder Bomb combination he calls CONFLICT RESOLUTION! }

Terri Morasco: This could be the end!

Vasco Dias: Looks like Gregor's toast!

{ Warren Harper goes for the pin and hooks both legs! }

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

Alison Valance: Here is your winner...WARREN HAAAARRRRRRPEEEERRRRR!!!!!

Terri Morasco: Warren Harper wins this back-and-forth battle between two powerhouses!

Vasco Dias: Can't wait to see who he faces next week for the right to be in the Extinction Event!

{ As Warren celebrates his victory to the tune of "Done With Everything"... }

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SEGMENT
"Plan K"
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Terri Morasco: We got the tape?! Guys in the truck, roll the footage!

{ Prior to his match, we find James Gilmore rushing out of the waiting area to find his older brother Johnny crumpled in a heap on the parking lot floor, clutching his chest. }

James Gilmore: The hel's goin' on?! You okay, bro?!

Johnny Gilmore: JJ...RAM and Yulia...

James Gilmore: What'd they do now...?!

{ Johnny pointed towards the exit. JJ looked up to see RAM racing toward a waiting stretch limousine, and Yulia isn't far behind. In her arms, she is holding onto twins Luke and Leia! Before the Islander alum can even react, his ex-wife manages to whisk the children into the back of the car before jumping in herself. As RAM hops in with her, he gives James a sinister smirk. }

RAM: Plan K, bitch!

{ RAM cackled with glee as JJ's eyes widened in shock over the fact that he'd stoop to this level. }

RAM: Your in-ring career on the line, big man! If you ever hope to see those l'il SHITS you call a son and daughter, you'll accept my challenge! See ya next week!!

{ RAM hopped into the limo and slammed the passenger door shut. The car squealed its tires before speeding off, leaving JJ out of touch with his own mental faculties. Screaming and crying and cursing, JJ runs toward the open area outside just as Fiona and Caroline race into the picture. The Brazilian's eyes widen as she shakes her head, wapping a friendly arm around James to calm him down. }

Caroline Machado: I...I can't believe...I can't believe RAM would do this.

{ James walks over to Johnny and checks up on him. }

Johnny Gilmore: J-Man...you should've left that woman to be a slut on that cruise ship where you found her. Besides that, you've got a match!

Fiona McFly: Are you out of your FUCKING mind, mate!?!

{ Fiona looks into JJ's eyes. }

Fiona McFly: JJ? Listen to me, a'right my love?! I'm no doctor, but you aren't fit to be wrestling anybody tonight. Your eyes are blood red, your pupils are dilated, and you look like you're about to murder somebody. Fuck the Extinction Event, no tournament or title shot is EVER worth the bullshit that woman's put your through. You deserve a much, MUCH better partner than that...!

{ Fiona's determined, yet calming, words had an affect. JJ takes a deep breath and slowly paces around the garage, pondering his next move. }

James Gilmore: RAM wants his l'il in-ring career ending match?! He's gonna have it...

{ Caroline throws her hands up in protest as Fiona covered her face and shook her head. }

Caroline Machado: JJ!! This is like Captain Kirk dying!! If you lose, that's it!!!

Johnny Gilmore: Caroline's right, bro...surely, there's gotta be another way to handle this shit!

{ JJ shook his head, turning to his older brother and his best friends. }

James Gilmore: No, there ain't no other way -- and besides, this ain't about me no more.

{ Before we transition back to the announcer's desk, we're left with the lasting images of shock and resolution amongst the faces of James GIlmore and Company. Even Vasco Dias is seen bewildered by the recent turn of events! }

Vasco Dias: Look...I'm speechless. For the first time in my career, I ain't got no words.

Terri Morasco: I'm with you. I never imagined I'd see something as horrifying as what we saw.

{We cut to a break, featuring an advertisment for Texas Rangers 2023 World Series Championship merchandise among other things! }

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IWF WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
1500 RP Word Limit
Allen Chaney vs Wraith(c)
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Television Championship! Introducing first…

{ The Richard Pryor quote followed by the piano intro of ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya’ plays, but is abruptly cut off when the lights go out. }

Terri Morasco: That is Allen's music, and that is his song, but this isn't his customary entrance.

Vasco Dias: Some mind games from the challenger maybe? Allen doesn't really strike me as being a mind games type of guy, but maybe he found an audio version of "Head games for Dummies?

{ The lights come on and Wraith is standing in the center of the ring — in unison, the crowd let out a heavy gasp. He tilts his head back and forth, eyeing the crowd, while waiting for the match to begin. }

Terri Morasco: The Champion is here, Vasco!

Vasco Dias: Shots fired, Morasco! Entrances are more than just good television. For wrestlers, entrances are also an opportunity to psych yourself up for a match. Wraith didn't give his challenger his scheduled time. How is that for head games?

{ A somewhat perplexed Alison Valance looks at Wraith, but rolls with the punches. }

Alison Valance: The Television Champion… Wraith!

{ Alison gets back into her rhythm. }

Alison Valance: And his opponent, the challenger…

{ Once again the Richard Pryor quote followed by the piano intro of ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya’ plays, but yet again Allen doesn't emerge from the curtain as the song rolls on. }

'Ooh, baby, I like it raw'
'Ooh, baby, I like it raw'
'Ooh, baby, I like it raw'
'Ooh, baby, I like it raw'

'Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad’

{ The crowd looks on, anxiously anticipating Allen's arrival. Wraith paces back and forth, watching up the ramp. The song fades. }

Vasco Dias: Where is Chaney?! Did his bicycle blow out a tire on the way from his last comedy -a term I use very loosely- show?

Terri Morasco: Vasco, I am receiving word from the back… We had an incident backstage, from what I understand. We are trying to get our cameras back there.

Vasco Dias: If he fell off the toilet, can we just cut to a commercial or something?

{ The cameras go to a live shot of Allen Chaney laying face down on the floor in the backstage area. EMTs and Cliff Cook are already on the scene when Jennie Fenix comes rushing into the shot to kneel down and check on Allen. }

Terri Morasco: Obviously we are witnessing a very alarming situation unfold here with Allen.

Vasco Dias: That's convenient, don't you think? The Champion cut off Chaney's entrance ahead of a scheduled defense, and then we find Allen laid out on the floor?

Terri Morasco: I hardly think Wraith would assault his aunt's boyfriend. Wraith is a competitor, above all else.

Vasco Dias: Hey, I'm not condemning him for it. I'm just looking at the facts here.

{ A hush falls over the crowd as the EMTs bring a backboard in. Concerned, Wraith exits the ring and starts to head for the back. }

Terri Morasco: I don't think Wraith attacked Allen Chaney, but it appears someone did.

Vasco Dias: I love your refusal to look at the evidence, Morasco

{ As the EMTs carefully work to load Allen onto the backboard, Randon Haynes arrives late to the scene, sipping his coffee. }

Randon Haynes: I guess we're not going to have a Television Title match tonight.

{ Both Cliff and Jennie look up at Haynes with sheer disgust. }

Randon Haynes: I'm sorry, could I get either of you a Boba since the show appears to be over?

{ Haynes smirks before carrying on his way. }

Terri Morasco: A man is down, possibly injured, and that heartless bastard–

Vasco Dias: Who helps to run the show you commentate on made an observation. Maybe you should be more careful what you say.

Terri Morasco: My personal feelings aside, it's very clear our scheduled main event won't take place tonight. The moment we have news on Allen, we will pass along an update on our IWF social media accounts.

{ The IWF logo appears at the bottom of the screen as the show goes off the air with Allen being tended to. }

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