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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. Tonight is the first Sacrifice after Metamorphosis! I expect things to be going on high all evening.
Vasco Dias: That's right, Terri! We have fully packed card.
Terri Morasco: We have Dean sitting with us during the Nick Danger and Caleb match.
Vasco Dias: We have two different fourway matches this evening with the Murder split between them.
Terri Morasco: And our opening moment seems to be the CEO himself, Roberto Verona addressing what happened last week...
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
Roberto Verona addresses the IWF fans.
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Terri Morasco: Welcome everybody to Tuesday Night Sacrifice! What an incredible show we have ahead of you after another huge week in IWF.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, yeah, nobody cares Morasco, in much more important news our benevolent leader has finally returned! I am no longer alone with all of you idiots, this is great!
{ Suddenly the lights go out plunging the arena into darkness as lightbulbs begin to flash and the noise in the arena grows to a fever pitch before suddenly exploding as a bright spotlight erupts to reveal Roberto Verona at the top of the stage. Verona sits atop a white marble throne, a golden laurel wreath wrapped around the crown of his head, flanked at either side by two masked figures. Another figure appears carrying a microphone walking in front of the motionless guards. The figure bows at the side of Verona and extends the microphone towards him, which he eventually takes, before backing away slowly, their head bowed throughout. Roberto flares his nostrils and looks down at the microphone, rolling his wrist as he appears to contemplate his thoughts before raising an outstretched hand to instruct the audience to be silent. He looks up and raises the microphone to his lips and gradually begins to speak. }
Roberto Verona: Did you miss me?
{ The crowd cheers as Verona looks around the arena, pausing momentarily before continuing to speak. }
Roberto Verona: I appreciate that it has been quite some time, so allow me to reacquaint ourselves. I am Roberto Verona, the CEO of the Imperial Wrestling Federation and 2013 I made each one of you a promise. In the ashes of New Championship Wrestling, I told you all that I would build something better, something that would endure the test of time… somewhere you could all call home.
And here we are, over ten years later. Gone are the days where those who perform for you week in, week out, find themselves cast aside when they are broken like discarded toys. When I promised to protect the welfare of everybody in that locker room, I stood by my vows. There isn’t a single person, past or present, who has walked through the doors of IWF and found themselves abandoned in their darkest hours.
When their bodies have failed them in pursuit of glory, I have spared no expense in providing them with the finest care possible. When their minds have fractured and their relationships splintered, I have gone to every length within my power to support them. When they have overcome their own obstacles, I have done everything I can to provide them with the platform upon which they can achieve their dreams and etch their names into history.
And every step of the way you people have supported them.
{ The crowd cheers. }
Roberto Verona: You have chanted their names, you have supported them with your hard-earned money and you have invested your time, energy and emotions into celebrating their successes and lifting them up through their failures. You have all poured your own hopes and dreams into those who capture your hearts and minds and lived vicariously through their triumphs. You have driven them to reach the heights that they could have barely imagined possible when they first laced up a pair of boots.
Yet, I regret to inform you that time and time again our charity has frequently not been reciprocated.
{ Roberto shakes his head. }
Roberto Verona: Two years ago, I walked up this ramp after being let down yet again. I’d like to appear before you here today and declare that in my absence things have changed, but the truth is I continue to find myself predictably disappointed by the people I have poured so much of my time, energy and resources into.
Over the years you and I may not have always been on the best of terms. You have loved me and you have hated me. Yet, despite our differences the one thing I have never done is lie to you, no matter how much the truth may have stung. So, if you would indulge me for a moment, allow me to extend the same courtesy to everybody listening in that locker room.
{ Verona leans forward. }
Roberto Verona: I gave you all a veritable Eden, a bountiful paradise where you could all finally lift yourselves from the greatest excesses of predatory parasites and break the chains that have plagued this business since its inception. No more breaking yourselves for a hot dog and a handshake, no trading your comfort in your twilight years for the approval of twelve armchair critics in a bingo hall and no more succumbing to popping whatever relief you needed to survive the day without a shoulder to lean on.
Yet, all you have done is squander it.
What have I ever gotten in return for everything I have provided? The unbridled frustrations of a generation of a self-absorbed and entitled “professionals” who are convinced that the only thing standing between them and the success they so richly deserve is the big bad corporate machine… until they finally enjoy the spoils it so richly provides.
Then all they can do is sing my praises and extol the benevolence of the Imperial Wrestling Federation to all and sundry. For as long as their names are in lights and their faces are on the popcorn buckets, I am a genius. A man who recognises true talent when it is in front of me and who wisely invests in them so they may bask in the adulation of the masses. And so long as I continue to fill their coffers and provide them with opportunities, the honeymoon continues…
{ Verona cocks his head slightly and curls his lip. }
Roberto Verona: That is until the romance wears off… when they can’t keep up with the next generation of talent and finally they begin to lose their spot. Then suddenly it was a façade, I never truly appreciated them and now… now I have spurned them for whichever villain they need to elevate in their desperation for self-imposed victimhood.
It’s the same old story, isn’t it? Not getting the opportunities you believe you’re owed but refuse to advocate for yourself? Blame Verona. Just not good enough to get yourself over the finish line anymore despite what all of your sycophants tell you? Blame Verona. Got an axe to grind that you keep to yourself or your inner circle and then wonder why your situation never improves? Blame Verona. When all else fails invoke my name and drape yourselves in the security that passing the blame for your own shortcoming onto me provides.
{ Verona looks in the camera and smiles, nodding sympathetically. }
Roberto Verona: And it feels oh so good, doesn’t it? When you’re always the victim and it is never your fault. That sense of relief as you rage against an easy target, spewing your vitriol against the idea of a man instead of engaging in the one thing that truly terrifies you…
Introspection.
The only problem is that I was always watching. I was always listening. Every little absent-minded comment, every little throw away jibe and every little petty display of disrespect. Every moment you released that little stress valve… I was absorbing it. For over ten years I allowed you all to rage against the machine without consequences. Yet, it has become abundantly clear to me that without a firm guiding hand many of you will continue to squander the opportunities I have afforded you and avoid accountability.
( Verona stands up. }
Roberto Verona: Last week, Nick Knight reaped what he sowed, but let me be abundantly clear. He isn’t the first and he won’t be the last. All of you will be judged by what you do with the great gift I have provided. To avoid any confusion allow me to issue a proclamation to you all. If you find my name in your mouth, be very careful with the treasons you whisper. I will no longer be a symbol against which you may verbally rebel to compensate for your own failings without repercussion, from this moment you are advised to choose your words wisely.
For we are Legion. And we are many.
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SEGMENT
1500 Word Limit
I want to Win
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{ The Tron lights up, revealing interviewer Maria Iniesta sitting primly in a chair. She beams at the camera before tucking her hair behind her ears. }
Maria: Hello IWF fans! I have a special treat tonight, an exclusive interview that I am very excited to share with you!
{ The camera pans back, revealing Pax Stormcrow sitting in a chair that is tilted slightly towards Maria’s. He offers a small smile as the crowd in the arena erupts in cheers. }
Maria: Pax, it’s great to be sitting down with you. You have been absent from in-ring competition for a while.
Pax: Maria, it's great to be here. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. I hope to shed some light on my extended absence.
Maria: So where have you been?
Pax: I’m happy to say that I am able to talk about it. I was under a secrecy order for a little while there which is why I had to be quiet about it. But now that it has been announced I can say that I have taken my first steps into other media. I was working with Gravitas Ventures on their Biopic on The Crusher as a consultant and choreographer.
{ Maria smiles brightly and leans towards Pax. He laughs softly, glancing down at his folded hands }
Maria: That is exciting! How did you find working in pictures?
Pax: Well Maria, it is certainly a different animal then wrestling, I can tell you that.
Maria: Will we be seeing you in the film?
Pax: Oh heck no. I was strictly a backstage presence.
{ He chuckles nervously and shifts in his seat. }
Pax: Acting is tougher than it looks, I certainly learned that. I won’t say never say never, but for right now I was happy with what I was able to contribute to the film.
Maria: When can we expect to see you in the ring?
Pax: Well, the movie is premiering next Friday in the Scissortail Independent Film next Friday, but after that my commitment to the film is completed. I will be free to return to the ring and the fans that I love. Beyond that, well it’s up to management when they are ready to book me again. But I do have something to say.
Maria: Oh? And what is that?
{ Pax smiles slightly and leans towards the camera. }
Pax: Well, you can hear it here first. Fowler, Verona. Whoever else needs to hear it? I want in the Roulette. I know that I got a long way to go, but I got every intention to make it back to where it was.
{ Maria gives a journalist's typical gleaming smile. The cheers of the local crowd are thunderous in response to the news. }
Maria: Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. I suppose we will be seeing you in the ring real soon.
Pax: It’s been a pleasure Maria. Skoden.
{ The camera fades on the two of them as Pax starts uncliping the mic from his shirt, speaking silently to Maria. }
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
The Murder meet to discuss who they believe the prime suspects are in the recent attack.
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{The camera cut to backstage where Vivienne is sitting at a desk in a red dress with a leather collar around her neck as she flips through papers while Brooklyn , Mai and April sit on the couch.}
April Madrox: So who have we crossed off the list so far?
Brooklyn Madrox: Vivienne?
Vivienne Rodgers: So here is who Brooklyn and I have ---
{Vivienne closed her eyes a moment taking a deep inhale}
Vivienne Rodgers: Who Brooklyn and I have personal 'questioned'.
Mai Everstone: Questioned here being a euphemism?
Brooklyn Madrox: Entirely. Vivienne, continue.
{Vivienne shivered slightly.}
Vivienne Rodgers: Right. So, we know it's not Charity Crown or Ciara O'Connor. Or any member of the old Best Friends Club.
Brooklyn Madrox: That felt good.
April Madox: Did you think it was?
Brooklyn Madrox: They hated Rowan. We had to cross them off the list.
Vivienne Rodgers: It's not Candy Kane, Nancy what's her face, or the other performance crowd.
{Vivienne let out a small sound.}
Mai Everstone: You...You good?
Vivienne Rodgers: Yeah, yeah. No, No, I'm good. Just anxious to find out who hurt our friends.
April Madrox: Did you "ask" Pandora and Shea O'Hara? They hated Rowan too.
Brooklyn Madrox: Vivienne doesn't think it was them.
April Madrox: And you trust that?
Brooklyn Madrox: For now.
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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
w/ Dean Harper as Special Guest Commentator
Caleb Cannin vs. Nick Danger
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Vasco Dias: We are in for a real pleasure in the following match. We have Caleb Cannin, current holding of the Joker in The Pack case facing Nick Danger with a special guest commentator.
Terri Morasco: Are you really going to praise Dean Harper sitting here? You hate him.
Vasco Dias: I don’t hate him. I have said nothing but praise for Dean Harper my entire career.
Terri Morasco: You called him an up jumped pain cultist. You said he was a psychopath who shouldn’t be medically cleared to enter the building.
Vasco Dias: I’ve never heard those words. I’ve never said those words.
Terri Morasco: Yes you-
Alison Valance: The following match has a special guest commentator, The Current IWF World Champion, DEAN HARPER!
{The crowd grow silent as the lights go out as the beginning of Freak Flag gets louder the stage area starts to fill with smoke. Suddenly, and abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.}
“We're taught to be like them
Taught to know our place
We kept the pace but we're done pretending
We'll fall blindly through the fairy tale endings"
{Pyro explodes either side of the rampway as Dean Harper appears through the red tinted smoke. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd before walking down to the ring slowly before walking casually over to the announcer’s table and sitting casually next to Terri and Vasco with his feet on the desk as he sits causally.}
Dean Harper: Been a while since i got to sit in thi chair. Comfy. I assume it’s not the one Gilmore uses?
Vasco Dias: Of course not. We got tis one brought down just for you.
Terri Morasco: Suck up.
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
{"Bulls On Parade" by Rage Against The Machine bcomes on the speaker and red smoke follow on the entrance ramp . Nick Danger walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire having a determine look on his face he makes his way down the entrance taking off his leather jacket toss it to fan and giving them high fives. Nick climb the stel steps then climb the top turnbuckle and and sees his fans saying "Rising Ace" he jumps inside the ring and gets ready for the match to start.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring is Nick Danger!
Dean Harper: Aw, look at that. Nick Danger is looking so full of hope and life, it’d be almost cute if it wasn’t so pathetic.
Vasco Dias: haha, right?
Terri Morasco: I see I should get you a Number One Harper Simp shirt, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: Shut up Morasco.
"The Future is... NOW."
{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, with Kilgore not far behind. 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, handing them to Kilgore before sitting down cross-legged in the corner.}
Terri Morasco: Caleb certainly looks-
{Caleb takes the mic from Alison’s hand and stands up getting a cheer from the crowd as he looks directly at Dean at the announcer table.}
Caleb Cannin: Second down to the ring, standing at six feet tall and weighing in at two-hundred and nineteen pounds, Caleb Cannin, current holder of the Joker in The Pack briefcase, “The Future” not just of this company but also The future World champion!
{The crowd pops and Dean waves him off as he hands the mic back to Alison.}
Dean Harper: Please.
Terri Morasco: Well, you have to have some thoughts about that little declaration, Dean.
Dean Harper: I used to do that song and dance. I’ve beaten better. I’ve gotten that speech from better. Bored now.
Vasco Dias: And worse, right?
Dean Harper: Worse?
Vasco Dias: Well, your ex-husband Warren-
{Dean grabs Vasco by the back o his head and slams it hard into the table, Vasco looks slightly dazed.}
Dean Harper: Sorry, I think I misheard you.
Terri Morasco: Jesus Christ.
Vasco Dias: I…I mean yes, better man. Like Warren, your husband.
{Dean lets go of Vasco and sits back relaxed. As the ref glances at the announcer desk before singling for the bell. Danger starts with a superkick but Caleb takes the hit ad rolls on the mat before popping up with a Enziguri. Before Danger can recover Caleb hits him with a Fireman's carry gutbuster.}
Terri Morasco: I’m confused.
Dean Harper: This is a wrestling match. Come on Terri, you get paid to watch this.
Terri Morasco: You said in your last promo that you considered Warren beneath you.
Dean Harper: Did I say that? No. I said he didn’t scare me. I said he spends so much time relying of name recognition that he forgets to try and be himself. Though I understand how someone with your limited cognitive ability might make that mistake.
Terri Morasco: You’re an asshole.
{Danger tries to stand but it’s clear that the repeated beat downs from Wraith leading up to this match has taken a tpoll as he staggers. Caleb doesn’t care and hits Danger with a Cannin Fodder!}
Dean Harper: And boom goes the dynomite as they say.
Vasco Dias: Yes, good call, Dean.
{Caleb hits Danger with a THE CANNIN ENDING! He goes for the pin
1
2
3!!}
Alison Valance: Your winner… Caleb Cannin!
Terri Morasco: Poor Nick Danger.
Vasco Dias: Well, it was a pleasure having you here, Dean but-
{Caleb grabs the mic from Alison again}
Caleb Cannin: That’s a preview for what’s going to happen to you, Harper!
Dean Harper: Promises, promises.
{The camera cuts to backstage where Wraith is watching the match and laughing before the camera cuts to commercial.}
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SEGMENT
(Each Participant will be sent a specific assignment for the segment privately)
Participants: Warren Harper, TJ Alexander, Tytus Rost and Mystery Opponent
Warren Harper declares his entry into the IWF Roulette... will he be alone?
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{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 is 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. }
Terri Morasco: Tonight marks the first time we have seen or heard from Warren Harper since his brutal beating at the hands of his husband in a Last Man Standing Match….
Vasco Dias: Rumour has it, he’s going to declare his intention to enter the Roulette here tonight, especially after Dean practically dared him to do it as the only way he’d get another shot at the richest prize in our industry after coming up short at Metamorphosis, a few weeks ago…
{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.}
Terri Morasco: This year’s Roulette is probably Warren’s last and best shot at Dean in the foreseeable future, but outlasting twenty nine other competitors is a tall task and something Warren has never achieved…
Vasco Dias: You’re right, Terri. Warren has been somewhat of a regular competitor in Roulette matches, with some half dozen appearances, going back to his very first in 2015, and whilst he has come close on more than one occasion and even holds a record for most eliminations in the 2020 Roulette, Warren has never emerged as the ultimate winner in any of them.
{ 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 remains perched on the turnbuckle and motions for a microphone from a stagehand. He gets tossed one and catches it, bringing it up to his lips.}
Warren Harper: Fate it seems is not without a twisted sense of irony. At Metamorphosis, I came close, damned close to finally getting the professional monkey of never having beaten my darling husband one on one in a professional wrestling ring. There was only a few precious moments between us at Metamorphosis, but each felt like an agonising eternity. I was almost there, I was almost the last man standing…almost.
{Warren pauses.}
Warren Harper: Almost. If there’s one word in the English language that is the perfect summation of my professional wrestling career, that would be it. I always seem to get close to realising my dreams and finally fulfilling my potential, only to be swatted away and shuffled to the back of the line. Well, I’m sick of it. I deserve more. I’m worthy of more. The lifeblood of this business runs through my veins, I shouldn’t have to be told “Better luck next time, kid.” I should be treated for what I am, damn it. Professional wrestling royalty. I may have slain my demons, but I’m still a damned Prince and I will not be denied my ascent any longer. I will etch my name across the face of immortality sooner rather than later…
{Another pause.}
Warren Harper: Which brings me to why I’m out here tonight. See we are on the road to the biggest Night of the Immortals in this company’s illustrious 11 year history and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let the privilege of winning the Roulette be treated like an afterthought as part of some convoluted tag match table setter like it was when my husband Dean finally won it last year. Dean may not have had it in him to disappoint his family and go against dear old daddy’s wishes as every Blake relative was given an undeserved spotlight, but I’m a Kane. When we’re in the spotlight, we absolutely do not share. When we’re the main event, we go on last. When we’re world champion, that title is THE only title in the company that matters, and I will restore not only its prestige but its rightful place as the most prestigious prize up for grabs, and I will do it at the biggest Night of the Immortals ever…
{Warren smiles.}
Warren Harper: Now I know what you’re thinking. Pretty big dreams for a guy who has been humbled at every turn so far by our current World Champion, and you’re right, it is a big dream, but when you’ve grown up in the shit-holes I did, dreams are all I’ve ever had. And now I’m right back to square one, if I want Dean in the ring again, I have to do what I couldn’t at Metamorphosis. I have to be the last man standing in this year’s Roulette at High Stakes…
Vasco Dias: Here it comes, Terri, I told you…
Terri Morasco: You might be right, Vasco…
Warren Harper: So if that’s how it’s got to be, then that’s how it’s got to be. I will do what I’ve done half a dozen times in my career already. I will enter this year’s Roulette and I will fight tooth and nail to prove to my dear sweet husband that though he may have knocked me down, he will not keep me down and he sure as hell won’t keep me out. Not out of his life, not out of another World Championship opportunity and definitely not out of the biggest Night of the Immortals main event of all time! Every time I’ve had the privilege of being entered into the Roulette, I’ve come close more often than not, and this year something has to give, and I promise you, on the soul of my dearly departed father, I swear that this year it will not be me. This year I will not give in -
{Warren is cut off in the middle of his impassioned speech by TJ Alexander’s music. TJ walks down the ramp with a microphone already in hand.}
TJ Alexander: Blah, blah, blah. You know Warren, you talk too much. You may have beaten me before, but see that’s the thing I don’t need to wrestle you in the Roulette to end your dreams, no I just need to throw you out with 29 other pieces of overrated trash, doesn’t matter who they are, how big they are, or who their daddy was, I’m The Game Changer and I —
. "Enough."
{A deep, resonant voice cuts through the air like thunder. The audience's attention shifts instantly as Tytus Rost emerges from the entrance ramp sans music, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the ring. The Siberian Nightmare's presence alone commands respect, and the crowd falls silent, hanging on his every word.}
"TJ Alexander,"
{Tytus booms, his accent thick and his words deliberate and carrying the weight of authority,}
"we have sat and listened to you inflate your self-worth to any that could listen. You are like the small, yippie dog. Barking and barking, but quick to roll over and show your belly. Look at you, you stand here, basking in the glory of a single victory, yet you dare to speak of entering the Roulette? You dare to proclaim your aspirations for championship gold?"
{TJ's expression shifts from Rost to Harper momentarily as Tytus closes in on the ring, his gaze fixed firmly on his target.}
"Let me make one thing clear,"
{Tytus continues, his voice low and dangerous,}
"the Roulette is no place for the faint of heart. It is a battleground, a proving ground, where only the strongest survive. And if you think for one moment that you have what it takes to emerge victorious, then you, malen'kiy, are sorely mistaken. You will talk your big talk, run down the other men participating with you from afar, and when push comes to shove - you will be evicted from the ring with the same effort it takes to let any puppy out."
{The crowd murmurs, some laughs and hissing can be heard, sensing the intensity radiating from the bear of a man.}
"But I am not here to merely cast doubt upon your ambitions,"
{Tytus declares, his voice rising with conviction as his gaze drifts from Alexander to the figure of Warren Harper, who stands nearby, observing the proceedings with a mix of curiosity and caution.}
"Ah, Warren Harper,"
{Tytus's voice booms across the arena.}
"You too, stand before me, a champion in your own right."
{The crowd's murmurs grow louder as they realize the tension between the two formidable competitors.}
"Warren, a man victorious both within the confines of this ring and outside as well."
{Tytus continues, his voice cutting through the air like a blade,}
"I do not doubt your abilities nor your accomplishments, it would be foolish of me to do so. I have faced you in battle twice before, each time failing in my quest. But, knowing that the man who bested me was the same who went on to the Extinction Event and came so close to becoming World Champion once more. But I must ask, what do you fight for? Is it for the glory of victory, or do you fight for something greater?"
{Warren's expression remains unreadable as he listens intently to Tytus's words.}
"I fight for honor, I fight for the integrity of this sport, for the respect of the titles we hold. I will not rest until I have proven myself worthy of holding the highest honor in this company."
{A tense silence settles over the arena as Tytus and Warren lock eyes, the intensity between them palpable.}
"So, Warren Harper, let us both enter the Roulette, let fate decide our paths. But know this, when the dust settles, only one of us will emerge victorious."
{Tytus pauses, his gaze sweeping over the audience, his words hanging heavy in the air.}
"But, I understand more than most that a foundation must be laid before the pinnacle of our company can be reached," he continues, his tone unwavering. "And what this company needs is a stronger foundation. As I look upon the champions of Imperial, I see a disparity—a lack of honor, a lack of respect."
{A ripple of noise spreads through the crowd as Tytus speaks, his words resonating with truth as he believes.}
"Dean Harper, consumed by the drama of his personal life, neglects his title much in the same way that he neglected the man standing in the ring with me tonight. It is of no wonder why Warren fights so desperately, tovarishch.
Nick Knight, honorable in his defense of the Invictus championship, stands as a beacon of integrity in a sea of mediocrity but chooses to focus his ire on the men behind the curtain rather than those in the ring. You have the opportunity to be the rallying figure, but instead, you push away.
And then there's Wraith, the Television Champion who seems to have forgotten the meaning of the title he holds. Four months it took for him to muster the courage to step into the ring for his first defense, and now, almost the same has passed since his last. It seems, tovarishch, that you've become nothing more than a fat little dragon hoarding his gold, content to sit atop your throne, basking in the illusion of superiority while neglecting the responsibilities that come with holding a championship. Your reign as Television Champion is tainted; little more than a joke.”
{Tytus's voice grows louder, his words ringing out with righteous indignation.}
"But I refuse to follow in their footsteps. I will not rest until I have claimed my rightful place among the champions of Imperial, until I have restored honor and respect to the titles they hold."
{The crowd erupts into applause, their cheers echoing throughout the arena as Tytus stands tall.}
"So mark my words, TJ Alexander … Warren Harper"
{Tytus proclaims, his voice echoing off the walls of the arena,}
"I will enter the Roulette, and I will emerge victorious. And from whichever entry position I receive, I will rise to the top and become …”
{ As Tytus prepares to speak the tron sparks into life with white noise and statis playing as the speakers emit an ear piercing sound, drawing the attention of everybody in the ring. In between the flashes the number 13 appears, flicking in red before the screen cuts to black and noise relents. Everybody in the ring looks at one another in confusion, sharing some argumentative words as Sacrifice goes to a commercial break. }
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FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Charlotte Shimizu vs. Natasha Walker vs. Mai Everstone w/ Vivienne Rodgers vs. Itami
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{ We return from the break to see a shot of downtown Dallas, with a blue-hued Bank of America building and Reunion Tower's famous ball displaying a Texas flag-themed color patern We then cut to Victory Park outside the American Airlines Center, where the famous Dirk Nowitzki statue stands tall. }
Terri Morasco: Standing proudly and welcoming vistors to Victory Park in Dallas is the new bronze statue of one of the greatest European baketball players of all-time, Dirk Nowitzki! We are just about a 15-20 minute drive from Dallas in the suburb of Garland, Texas! JJ's back in the booth with us as we've got the first of two blockbuster fatal four-ways featuring Iron Maiden contenders!
{ James Gilmore nods to the camera. Tonight, he's wearing his victory green Dallas Stars cap to complement his Armani tuxedo. }
James Gilmore: This one and the upcomin' main event -- I'm definitely lookin' forward to seein' how it all plays out!
Vasco Dias: JJ, I'm gonna do a little bit of character breaking. You and Fiona have been nothin' but gracious hosts for all of us these past couple of weeks.
James Gilmore: Man, I'm humbled to hear that. Growin' up in the DFW area ever since I was a kid, I realize just how special this region truly is. It's given me a lot of good blessin's through the years, and...well, I've always wanted to do somethin' to help give back to the area.
{ Pause. }
James Gilmore: But to be fair, Fi's the one who's done all the cookin'.
Terri Morasco: Hey, I heard you make some damn fine apple-cinnamon cobbler!
James Gilmore: Whipped cream goes good on it, too!
{ "Riot" starts to roll the Distinctive drums into the arena as the lights dim, before stepping out the back in her outfit comes Natasha on time with the Scream in the track the thin "webbing" on her outfit lit up by UV as she bops to the beat and moves down the Ramp, taking a moment to hop to sit on the top rope Facing the crowd in a corner before draping backwards slowly to hang herself back and the use her extraordinary flexibility to pitch back onto her feet with a smile. }
Terri Morasco: JJ, you've worked several of Natasha's matches from the booth. Tell the folks who are watching us for the first time what they can expect from her.
James Gilmore: Expect a blance of mat-based technical prowess and flippy-flippy skills. She loves to mix 'em up and keep opponents guessin'.
Vasco Dias: Gee, you oughta replace Troy Aikman in the booth for Monday Night Football!
James Gilmore: Except I never played a snap in my life...
{ The words rip through the stadium as "The Bird and The Worm" hits as the lights dim to a dark purple. A grey like smoke rising on the ramp way as the form of Mai comes up onto the stage with videos of Crows playing on the screen behind her. She waves with a large smile. She skips happily down the ramp, stop to wave at the fans and taking a selfie with some doing a silly face before making it down to the ring. The lights begin to flicker red in the purple as she stops at the steps.
As it looks like she’s about to jclim,b the steps she jumps onto the top rope with ease. Mai’s hands extending out to the crowd as she grin wide. She puts her hands down on the top rope as she looks around the ring and she begins to lift herself up onto the rope before flipping back onto her feet where she howls out at the crowd. Pyro explodes from every corner in a brilliant green light as the lights turn back to normal. }
Terri Morasco: Looks like Mai's got numbers in the ring with Hall of Famer Vivienne Rodgers to back her up!
James Gilmore: If Blue Shoes ain't able to control this particular situation at hand with the Murder, we're gonna have ourselves a dumpster fire that's gonna get outta control bigly!
Vasco Dias: What?! how dare you--!!
Terri Morasco: JJ does have a point there, Vasco.
{The arena lights fade to black as a fog begins to fill the entrance area. Eerie-pitched music begins to play as crimson light moves through the fog serpent, causing goosebumps on the skin of anyone who views it. Heavy guitar begins to blast from the speakers and bright blood-red light begins to strobe to the beat revealing that there is a creature deep inside of the fog.
Slowly the creature moves forward in an otherworldly way, sometimes moving like a man and sometimes like a serpent. There is an explosion of pyro as the vocal chord-destroying vocals of Torture by Deviloof begin and for the first time, the fans see the demon-masked face of “The Lady Pain” Itami.}
Alison Valance: Now making her way to the ring from Fukuoka, Japan “The Demoness” Itami!!!
{Itami makes her way towards the ring as if the fans do not exist. It does not matter to her if they cheer or boo, all that matters is the damage that she is about to do to her opponent. That is the only time that she truly feels alive and she refuses to allow some peasants to ruin that for her, no matter how much they paid for their ticket. Once she reaches ringside she climbs the stairs and steps between the top and middle rope and goes to her corner. Years of competing in combat sports have beaten sportsmanship before the bell ro her, but once it rings there will be no mercy.}
James Gilmore: Okie-dokie, this gal gives me the heebie-jeebies. She ain't afraid of dishin' out pain to those who stand in her way!
Vasco Dias: Heh, good assessment!
Terri Morasco: No kidding, hun...
{ Before the music starts, the tron lights to show a red sun slowly rising over a broad expanse of ocean. The image flies apart into a flurry of red feathers and pink flower petals as the music hits. When the introductory chorus drops, Charlotte strides out, right fist pumping into the air in rhythm with the words “Oh yeah”.
She circles the outside of the ring after the intro chorus and the first verse, pausing briefly at each side to work the crowd before climbing nimbly up to the apron before the last line of the verse. On the apron, she takes a running start from one corner towards the ringpost opposite. At the last second, she jumps up to the second turnbuckle and flips over the top rope, landing feet together and hands raised just as the chorus hits again. She again circles, pumping her fist high in time with the pounding guitar and screaming vocals of MYTH & ROID.
As the chorus comes to its end, Charlotte stands in the center of the squared circle and bows from her waist to the audience, her hands clasped at her chest. To her fading music, she strides purposefully to her corner and starts shaking out her hands and rolling her neck in preparation for the coming match.
Charlotte walks slowly up the ramp, smiling slightly and giving some love to the cheering crowd. At the top, she turns to face the crowd and, with her hands clasped at her chest, she bows at her waist to the crowd before leaving. }
Vasco Dias: Do you think Charlotte is really up to this?!
James Gilmore: Imagine ridin' the Texas Giant and goin' through those hills with your butt flyin' off your seat! That's Charlotte Shimizu in a nutshell -- high-flyin', strongstyle fighter. She'll go out there and give the North Texas a helluva ride!
Terri Morasco: (chuckles) I think I'll have to take Vasco to Six Flags Over Texas and drag him...err, coax him...to get on Titan.
Vasco Dias: AWW, HELL NO!!!
[DING!]
{ Much like the Riddler Revenge pendulum ride at Six Flags Over Texas, this four-way proved to be just as chaotic as the Batman villain it was named after. Intense, thrilling, and fun -- it was a great battle that lasted just under 20 minutes! Neither woman had the advantage early on despite Vivienne Rodgers serving as a distraction for the competitors that weren't named Mai. The excitement really picked up its wheels starting at the 9:30 mark, when Itami got the jump on Mai and connected with her patented multi-strike combination for a two-count! Two minutes later, Charlotte pounced on a distracted Itami with her trademarked Spectral Suzaku -- a slingshot springboard second-rope shooting star press combination -- and scored a two-count of her own! At 14:45, Natasha Walker connected with her Spider-plex maneuver on Mai Everstone and also got a count of two before Itami broke it up! After another three minutes, Mai would get her revenge on Natasha by executing a flawless moonsault on her and getting a close two-count! }
Terri Morasco: What a battle between these four women!
James Gilmore: I told ya this was gonna be a fun ride, but sheesh...this is incredible!
Vasco Dias: Will this ever end...?!
James Gilmore: Nope! What you're seein' now is what we North Texans love -- a good ol'-fashioned wrasslin' classic!
{ All good matches had to end -- but this one would eventually devolve into a clusterfuck when Serenity Holmes raced down to the ring with security providing interception duties! This prompts Natasha Walker to hop out of the ring and go after Serenity!! Blue Shoes immediately waves his hands in the air and calls for the bell, having this match thrown out! }
[DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!]
{ The bell keeps ringing as Mai and Vivienne decide it would be a fun idea to jump Itami from behind as Blue Shoes tries to maintain order -- but Caroline flies in from out of nowhere to a HUGE pop, flying over the top rope to intervene! }
[DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING-DING!!!]
Terri Morasco: I think they're gonna need the Marquess of Queensbury here -- instead of Blue Shoes -- to settle this!
Vasco Dias: JJ, about that dumpster fire your mentioned...?
James Gilmore: Tell me about it -- they're all dukin' it out! 'Scuse me while I go help the redshirts!
Terri Morasco: All hell's broken loose here!!
{ As JJ hops out of his chair to assist security in breaking up the fracas, we cut to a shot of Jess Fowler, Randon Haynes, and Cliff Cook watching the proceedings on a monitor inside their office suite! They all muster Captain Picard-esque facepalms as they look on with concern, wondering how the hell this is gonna get settled! }
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SEGMENT
1500 Word Limit
Willy Carter conducts a sit down interview with Savage By Nature.
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{ The IWF cameras go backstage in the Curtis Caldwell Center, where Willy Carter is prepared to sit down with Savage By Nature to discuss what went down last week on Odyssey. Stephen Terrella enters the room, followed by Portia, and lastly the Black Widow. Stephen takes a seat in the chair closest to Willy, with a spit bottle in his hand. Visibly angry that he has to take part in this, He levels a hard stare on the interviewer. Portia takes a seat on Stephen's lap, looking every bit as upset that she has to be bothered with doing this interview. }
{ Willy can feel the anger and tension in the room. However, what he finds particularly disturbing is the fact that the Black Widow bypasses the empty chairs to circle around behind the chair Willy is seated in. She places both of her hands on the back of his seat. }
Willy Carter: Um, hi, thank you for joining me. Miss Cvetkova, if you would please just take a seat...
Brandy Cvetkova: Tell me something, Willy... why is it that you believe you ended up with this particular assignment?
Willy Carter: I'm good at my job, and Mr. Verona trusts me--
{ The Black Widow reaches around Willy, bringing the index finger of her gloved hand to Mr. Carter's lips in order to silence him. }
Brandy Cvetkova: You may well be, but so is Maria... and Tiffany Jones. In a sport with a predominantly male fan base, they also have a much larger following than you do-- numbers close to a million on their social media platforms. Those types of numbers would have been a boon for the product's television ratings. Somehow though, I don't think they were ever seriously considered for this assignment. Why do you suppose that was, little worm?
{ The Black Widow removes her finger from Willy's lips. }
Willy Carter: I-- I'm not sure...
{ Nervous, Willy cannot help but stammer. Brandy traces her fingers along his jawline, almost as if she is trying to soothe him. }
Brandy Cvetkova: Relax. Deep down, you know why you were chosen instead of them, you just can't bring yourself to utter the words aloud-- you have the least value to Roberto Verona.
{ Willy Carter continues to grow more uncomfortable from the Black Widow's touch, coupled with the piercing glares of Stephen Terrella and Portia. }
Brandy Cvetkova: He knew the mood my friend there would be in after we were fucked over by Charlie Van Ruth last week, and he wasn't about to risk placing those ladies in harms way, so he chose his most disposable asset for the job. If this goes south, he only loses what he felt he could afford to lose. This may seem cold...
{ Brandy leans forward to whisper in Mr. Carter's ear. }
Brandy Cvetkova: ...but that is you, Willy.
{ The Widow's head lingers near Willy's ear. He tries his best to keep his composure, not wanting to let the situation rattle him. Brandy finally withdraws herself from Willy's personal bubble, moving to take a seat beside Stephen and Portia. Crass, as always, Brandy hocks a loogi that lands out of the camera shot. }
Brandy Cvetkova: Anyway. You had questions though, didn't you?
{ Willy loosens his collar. }
Willy Carter: I-- I do. We need to talk about Charlie Van Ruth, and your continuing issues with the Kings of Flight.
{ The mere mention of those names evokes an expression of sheer disgust from Portia. }
Portia: Look, I don't want to make this about me, but they hit me in the face with a cage door! This face, right here!
{ Using her hand, Portia makes a circular motion around her face to emphasize her point. }
Portia: It left a bruise, too. Apparently that wasn't enough for Charlie though. Last week Charlie had to stick his nose where it didn't belong and hit Stephen in the head with my shoe, costing Savage By Nature a sure victory, before tossing my Louboutin into that crowd of hicks in Arlington.
Willy Carter: Well, if you hadn't taken your shoe off trying to interfere--
Portia: Shut up! Those shoes cost more than you take home in a month, so I don't expect a pathetic loser like you to understand how mad that makes me. Even an idiot like you should be able to understand what Charlie Van Ruth cost us though when he stole that victory from Savage By Nature. Now we've got Jennie Fenix and that fat, disgusting, slob, Allen Chaney, in contention for a tag team title shot too probably -a shot that should've been given to Savage By Nature months ago- and we'll be the ones that have to do something about that problem, too.
Willy Carter: One might argue you brought that on yourselves when you viciously assaulted the Kings of Flight after they defeated you, injuring Tyson Everest in what was clearly a premeditated attack.
Portia: Brought that on ourselves!?!? How!?!?1
{ Portia throws a hand in the air, infuriated by Willy's insinuation. Stephen maintains his heavy stare on Willy as Portia lights into the IWF interviewer with a fury. }
Portia: Listen, you spineless little troll, they brought all of this on themselves the day they came back to this company and started a fight with Savage By Nature!
{ Cvetkova sits back, casually watching the scene unfold as Portia continues to share her truth. }
Portia: After what they did to me, they should be grateful my man left them breathing! The only reason he has is because I'm the one that calms him down! You people think you know what he's capable of, but you have no idea-- and that's because of me! I'm DONE telling him to consider the consequences when it comes to the Kings of Flight, though! DONE!! He can do whatever he wants, and we'll ride whatever comes of that out together, the way we always used to.
{ Frustrated, Portia shakes her head. Willy looks down at his watch, then up at Terrella. }
Willy Carter: Right. Well before we go, Stephen, you've been noticeably quiet, and if you have anything to say, I wanted to give you the chance.
{ Stephen raises his spit bottle to his lips, filling it with another mouthful of tobacco juice. }
Stephen Terrella: That's because this shit right here, it's a bunch of bullshit. You motherfuckers want to stick a camera in my face after I got fucking embarrassed again on live TV by the Kings of Flight?! I don't need five minutes to tell you what comes next. It's real fucking simple. Van Ruth has some rich folks, I hear. Me and Brandy are going to go pay them a visit. What's left of the Kings of Flight will come to us... and then I'm going to beat every last fucking drop of blood out of Charlie Van Ruth in the middle of his parents' living room while they beg me to stop.
{ Terrella's tone carries a heavy seriousness, his eyes never wavering from Willy Carter as he moves to spit into his bottle. }
Stephen Terrella: That the fucking story you wanted?
{ Terrella gets up out of the chair, tears his microphone off, and tosses it at Willy. He takes Portia by the hand, and glances over at the Black Widow. }
Stephen Terrella: Lets go.
{ Stephen and Portia walk past Brandy on their way out. The Black Widow leans forward in her seat, looking over at Willy. }
Brandy Cvetkova: You dodged a bullet. If we're being honest, I thought he was going to kill you the second I sat down. Want to know a secret though?
{ The Black Widow motions for Willy to come closer, and he inches forward in his chair, leaning into her with a great deal of trepidation. }
Brandy Cvetkova: The ones you let get the closet will always be the ones that hurt you the most in life.
{ The Black Widow spews her black mist into Willy's eyes with a frightening suddenness. Carter hits the floor, grabbing at his eyes as he squirms. Brandy backs away, smiling as the remnants of the black liquid drips down her chin. }
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SEGMENT
1500 Word Limit
Jennie Fenix visits Jess Fowler backstage to ask that she finds her a challenger for the IWF Women's World Championship.
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{ The camera fades in at a backstage office, and the crowd gives a mixed reaction when the first person in the center frame is Jess Fowler… A sudden knock comes on the door, and Jess Fowler raises their head. }
Jess Fowler: Come in.
{ Jess invites the person in, and the door swings open just as the cameras turn to unveil the IWF Women’s World Champion, Jennie Fenix, and now the crowd can be heard going a little crazier as she sashays her way into the room. }
Jess Fowler: Well–
Jennie Fenix: Hey, chief!
Jess Fowler: Hey, Jennie– I wasn’t really expecting–
{ Jennie plops down in the chair across from Jess Fowler, and exaggeratedly crosses one leg over the other and places the championship down across her lap. She flashes a smile at Jess. }
Jess Fowler: I wasn’t expecting anyone, but what is it that I can do for you?
{ She raises the title a little bit and now places it on the desk, leaning over slightly. }
Jennie Fenix: Well, y’see, Jessie– my buddy, my pal, my friend–
Jess Fowler: I never thought of us as any of those things, but… go on…
{ Jennie smacks her lips together, her eye contact with Jess Fowler as she drums her hands against the championship before finally raising her gaze. }
Jennie Fenix: My dear– this is my second time as the champion, and I know. I know. I know, I know, I know that there are more people flocking through those doors every single day! More and more people are wanting to come to the greatest company on earth, and prove themselves against the greatest champions in the business, and I know… I know… I know… they have to earn their spot here, right?
Jess Fowler: That’s right.
Jennie Fenix: But, y’see– I– want– to– defend my championship. I want to be the champion that we can all be proud of! I know we have… Shea… in line for a title shot, and I guess, all I can really ask, is can you talk to her? See if she wants to cash it in sooner rather than later?
Jess Fowler: It’s at her discretion.
{ Jennie heavily sucks in air through her teeth, and rolls her eyes. }
Jennie Fenix: OKAY! Well! There’s gotta be someone!
Jess Fowler: Jennie, you have to–
Jennie Fenix: YOU HAVE TO GET ME AN OPPONENT!
{ Jess’s eyes narrow on Jennie. Jennie immediately clears her throat a little bit, and mumbles under her breath before finally continuing. }
Jennie Fenix: I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you, Jess, I just– I really want to be able to defend my title… You have to remember what I’ve said, and what I still say when I first won the championship. I want to be a CHAMPION. I don’t want to be a title holder. I don’t want to be someone who just has the title to hold it hostage! I want to defend it! There has to be someone out there that would like an opportunity to get in the ring and challenge for the IWF Women’s World Championship! And– someone– good, someone great, someone AMAZING! Someone who is going… to… test me…
{ A momentary pause between both Jess and Jennie. Jess seems to have calmed down following Jennie’s outburst and nods their head a little bit before clearing their throat and finally answering with a question of their own. }
Jess Fowler: If you want competition, STIFF competition, then that’s exactly what I will provide for you. Are you sure that this is what you want?
Jennie Fenix: Baby, I told you I want to be a champion. Not just a title holder.
Jess Fowler: Then I’ll see what I can do for you.
Jennie Fenix: GREAT!
{ Jennie springs back to her feet, and picks her championship up, placing it over her shoulder… She heads for the door, and swings it open, taking one step out when another voice is heard. }
Cliff Cook: There you are! I’ve been looking over these contracts–
{ Cliff walks into the doorframe and raises his eyes to see both Jennie and Jess. Jess looks bewildered. }
Cliff Cook: …these contracts you asked me to look over, Jess, and–
Jess Fowler: I didn’t ask you to look over anything.
{ Cliff now looks just as bewildered as Jennie slinks her way past Cliff. }
Jennie Fenix: Ciao for now!
{ Jennie hurries down the hall, and Cliff glances back at Jennie as she’s leaving then back at Jess. }
Cliff Cook: It came– it just came through the chain of command. They told me you needed this done, and well– y’know, me being the overachiever I am!
{ Jess stands up with their hand out to take the documents from Cliff, and Cliff hands them over. Jess starts thumbing through the pages. }
Jess Fowler: I don’t remember telling anyone I needed help, but– this is good work. Thank you.
Cliff Cook: My pleasure! Anything else I can get for you?
Jess Fowler: I could use a boba.
Cliff Cook: Alright! Be back shortly!
{ Cliff exits the room while Jess continues looking through the documents as the scenery fades back out to the arena. }
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MAIN EVENT
FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Abigail vs. Caroline Machado vs. April Madrox w/ Brooklyn Madrox vs. Serenity Holmes
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Terri Morasco: It's time for our main event of the evening!
{ The lights go out, and the crowd eagerly awaits the entrance of Caroline Machado. We hear the sound of her distinctive, goofy chuckle reverberate throughout the arena. And then, as if on cue... }
"Hi!!!"
{ A burst of pyro goes off, and the crowd leaps to its feet as Caroline bursts out from behind the curtain! With a smile on her face and eyes twinkling like diamonds, the Brazilian is bathed in a sea of green and gold lighting effects as Dua Lipa's "Dance the Night" starts playing. She dances on the stage to the track's first verse, taking in the moment around her. }
"Baby, you can find me under the lights
Diamonds under my eyes
Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just
Come along for the ride?
Ooh, my outfit so tight
You can see my heartbeat tonight
I can take the heat, baby, best believe
That's the moment I shine
'Cause every romance shakes and it bends
Don't give a damn
When the night's here, I don't do tears
Baby, no chance
I could dance, I could dance, I could dance"
{ Caroline takes a bouncy stroll down the ramp and high-fives fans along the way, her bubbly and cheerful exterior shining through and through as the chorus kicks in. She hops and jives around the ring, soaking in the atmosphere before hopping on the apron and eventually over the top rope. The ring also becomes bathed in that green and gold hue as confetti shoots out from all four ringposts. }
"Watch me dance, dance the night away
My hеart could be burnin', but you won't see it on my face
Watch me dancе, dance the night away (Uh-huh)
I'll still keep the party runnin', not one hair out of place
Lately, I been movin' close to the edge
Still be lookin' my best
I stay on the beat, you can count on me
I ain't missin' no steps..."
{ The Brazilian kips up to all four corners and salutes the cheering crowd, smiling from ear to ear as she does so. As the lights return to normal, Caroline's bubbliness turns into a calm, warrior-like vibe as she waits for the match to start. }
Terri Morasco: It is absolutely wonderful to see Caroline Machado competing inside of an IWF again, Vasco. These fans in Texas adore her, the same way many of our great fans around the world do.
Vasco Dias: If I'm being brutally honest, I'd rather get a vasectomy from Edward Scissorhands than sit through watching Caroline wrestle. Caroline is like watching a unicorn fart out a rainbow- sure, it may look pretty coming out, but the sound of it is mildly annoying and it still stinks no matter how dazzling it may look.
Terri Morasco: That was rude.
{The lights in the arena dim at the opening drums and guitar. Abigail walks alone out under a soft white spotlight to a mixed reaction. The lights flash sand yellow and soft orange in time with the rhythm. The lyrics of ‘Hallelujah (I’m Not Dead)’ by Citizen Soldier accompany her walk down the ramp. She clenches her jaw before pausing in the middle of the ramp, and looking heavenward. She flings her arms out either side of her offering herself up to a Lord she knew to be no longer there. }
{ When there was no salvation, she cracks her neck slightly and continues her journey down the ramp under her own power. She walked up the steps, not to heaven, but into the ring. Ready to defend her position in life, as fiercely as she once defended her faith. Under the spotlight, in the middle of the ring, she drops to her knees and lets out a rebellious yell heavenward as she throws her head back. She breathes heavily, as she focuses on the challenge ahead. The music slowly fades and the lights return to normal as she slips off her waistcoat, ready to compete. }
Terri Morasco: If Caroline is the light, this woman could certainly qualify as the darkness, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: She may only be 5'6", but she has a mean-streak that stands 6'5" tall. I heard she once beat up the entire Dallas Cowboys football team!
Terri Morasco: That's not how the story went, and you know it. Abigail is a former Women's World Champion though, as well as Diamond of the Year. The other competitors in this match are going to need to be very careful, or Abigail may put one of them down in a hurry.
{ "Synthetic Sympathy" by Trash Boat immediately explodes from the arena's surrounding systems, sparking a positive reaction from the audience. The bass and repeated opening lyrics synchronize with the lights flashing around the venue's interior, leading to Serenity Holmes sprinting from the backstage area to center stage, where the fans of the Action Wrestling universe greet her. She stands center stage before taking off her hat and throwing it into the fans for amusement until looking down the entrance path, where she takes off into a run for the mere moment of interactions on her fast-paced run to the ring. }
{ Serenity slides under the bottom rope before unloading onto her feet, where she quickly hops onto the middle turnbuckle of an unoccupied corner to greet the fans at ringside. She flips her hair and throws up a peace sign with her tongue hanging out while winking at the camera. Serenity hops down and lands on her feet before running around the ring to show love to every possible fan in the atmosphere before staying in her designated corner, waiting for the next moment. }
Terri Morasco: The 22nd century girl may not be as experienced as the other women in this match, Vasco, but what she lacks in experience she more than makes up for with her confidence. I feel like she's so close to breaking through, which is incredible for her age. It's easy to forget when you watch her wrestle, but she couldn't even legally go into a bar and buy a drink yet.
Vasco Dias: She's so young, I heard they taught her to wrestle using flashcards, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: They most certainly did not. She isn't five, Vasco.
{ April steps out through the curtain just as the beat to "Devil's Gonna Come" by Raphael Lake & Royal Baggs
drops. With a smile on her face, she skip-hops into a run down the ramp as her sister, Brooklyn Madrox, follows behind her. April slides into the ring in one fluid motion and pops back up to her feet, backing herself into the corner, removing the sunglasses from her face, and dropping them at ringside. }
Vasco Dias: I want to talk about April Madrox, who is out here with the greatest Women's World Champion in the history of great Women's World Champions! I'm talking about the one, the only, the magnificent, multi-talented Brooklyn Madrox!
Terri Morasco: That sounded an awful lot like you talking about Brooklyn. If you could maybe remove your lips from her backside for two seconds though, you might've been able to mention how Brooklyn's sister is a world-traveled competitor in her own right.
Vasco Dias: Hey, I was giving April credit for being wise enough to bring her sister out here with her. Trust me, there are plenty of idiots in the back that would have been dumb enough to walk out here all by themselves.
{ The four women make their final preparations in their respective corners. The referee for this contest, Blue Shoes, checks in with all four women individually being instructing the timekeeper to ring the opening bell. }
Ding!
{ The four women go right after each other at the sound of the bell. Caroline and Serenity square off, testing their Mixed Martial Arts expertise against each other. A few feet away, Abigail and April are exchanging strikes with each other. Caroline tosses Serenity to the canvas with a judo style throw, and then transitions into a side headlock to keep the smallest woman in the ring grounded. Abigail unleashes a European uppercut on April, staggering Madrox. Brooklyn looks on with concern as her sister is scooped up and brought down over Abigail's knee with a pendulum backbreaker. The Renegade drops a leg across April's throat, and then tries for a cover, but April kicks out just before the count of two as Caroline simultaneously bulldogs Serenity onto the pile to disrupt the count! Caroline headbutts Abigail from her knees, and Abigail answers with a hard right hand from a kneeling position. The two women continue trading, repeating the same sequence three times. Serenity gets up, and suddenly flies into the picture with a single-legged dropkick to the side of the head of both women! Serenity goes on the offensive against Abigail now, using her technical expertise to attack Spencer's left leg. Meanwhile, April displays her educated feet, using a back heel kick to back Caroline off, only to level her with a big roundhouse kick! April performs a standing moonsault on Caroline, but can't hold the Brazilian down for more than a two count! }
{ Serenity tries to both keep control of Abigail's arm, while also kicking at April's head. The kick lands, but Abigail is able to use the young star's momentary lapse in focus to land a huge forearm shot to create some separation. Abigail capitalizes with a single leg face breaker to Serenity. Caroline delivers a scoop slam April, then drops down to hammer her with some clean forearm shots. Abigail takes Serenity up and over with a Bridging Fisherman’s Suplex, holding on for a pin… but Caroline flies in to disrupt the count at two! Caroline looks for a German suplex on Abigail, but Spencer drives a hard back elbow into Machado's temple to avoid a rough landing. Abigail turns, looking for the Southern storm, and lands the knee shots, followed by the hairmare… but with Abigail looking for a dropkick to cap the flurry, April spins her and hits a Reina del Sole! Any thoughts April had of delivering her running cutter are quickly dashed, however, when Holmes takes her down with a Hurricanranna! The momentum of the move carries April out of the ring, and to the floor. Brooklyn is over to check on her sister, encouraging April to get up. Serenity builds a head of steam and takes both Madrox sisters out with a suicide dive to pop the crowd! }
{ Inside the ring, Caroline unloads on an already dazed Abigail Spencer with a multitude of strikes. Machado comes from seemingly every direction, setting up for a Seis espigões de pacote!!! Caroline looks for a cover, securing a two count before Serenity yanks Caroline out of the ring by her leg, splattering the Brazilian face-first onto the floor! With her sights set on the already fallen Abigail, Serenity takes the apron and starts to ascend the turnbuckles! Just as she reaches the peak, Natasha Walker comes into the shot from out of nowhere and shoves Serenity Holmes off the turnbuckles! Serenity lands hard on the canvas, and Natasha is all over her within mere seconds! Natasha brings Serenity up, dumping her out to the floor! Both Brooklyn and April take advantage, pouncing on Abigail! Soon after, Vivienne Rodgers and Mai Everstone appear from the crowd and lay into Caroline. With two members of the Murder attacking Abigail, two on Caroline, and Natasha and Serenity going at it outside, Blue Shoes is quickly losing control! Itami comes running down the ramp, looking to join the fray, only to be run down from behind and tackled by Charlotte Shimizu! Blue Shoes throws up his hands, calling for the bell! }
Terri Morasco: This is insane! These women are trying to kill each other! We can't even finish a match! Blue Shoes has thrown this one out!
Vasco Dias: This is entertainment, Morasco! I love it! I only wish we had more people out here! You should get in there, try your luck…
Terri Morasco: Not a chance! We need security though!
{ As the carnage continues at ringside we suddenly shift to the backstage are as Jess Fowler, Cliff Cook and Randon Hayes look nervously at the monitor. Suddenly, their faces go white as the camera pans to reveal Roberto Verona stood in front of them, flanked by his Legion. Verona turns to look at the monitor before looking back at the IWF Officials. }
Roberto Verona: Fix this.
{ Roberto stares at the trio before turning to walk away as the IWF copyright logo appears and our show goes off the air with a final shot of the concerned looks like Jess, Cliff and Randon’s faces. }