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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. }
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 a big night.
Vasco Dias: That's right, Terri! We are s close to High Stakes you can taste the excitement in the air!
Terri Morasco: You certainly can. We also have some briefcases to be opened tonight to revela some starting positions for the Roulette.
Vasco Dias: Let's get the show started!
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SEGMENT
1500 Word Limit
Caleb Cannin sits down with Willy Carter to discuss his future plans and reaction to Dean Harper's vicious beat down of Uriel Black.
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{ Willy Carter is sitting down in a folding chair, shuffling some papers in his hands. He looks towards the camera and nods. }
Willy Carter: “Ladies and gentlemen, I have a very special honor of interviewing one of IWF’s biggest and brightest stars… the Joker in the Pack, THE FUTURE, Caleb Cannin!”
{ Cannin walks into the shot, wearing a purple t-shirt and black jeans. Kilgore stands behind the chair as Cannin sits down. He slowly takes off his sunglasses and watches Willy stick out his hand. }
Willy Carter: “It’s a pleasure to have you on, Caleb!”
{ Caleb reciprocates with a handshake and nods. }
Caleb Cannin: “Pleasure’s all mine, Willy.”
Willy Carter: “So the world has been talking about your recent involvement with Dean Harper leading up to High Stakes. It feels like there’s a lot of discussion about when and where that Joker in the Pack briefcase is going to be cashed in. Do you think you’ll be cashing it in soon?”
{ Cannin smiles and drums his fingers on his knees. }
Caleb Cannin: “That’s the big question, isn’t it? Everyone wants to figure out when I’ll be punching my ticket for my first ever World Title match. Well, Dean Harper seems to think that he’s the man around here. He’ll take on anybody and everybody, right? I saw it when I was in the ring as he beat the hell out of that scumbag Uriel Black.”
Willy Carter: “I was actually going to ask about that match. Was there any sort of bias that you had against Dean Harper while you were refereeing that match?”
Caleb Cannin: “Are you crazy, Willy? There was no bias! I was about as impartial as any of our so-called professional referees in this company. I’d be shocked if anyone else thought otherwise. It seems to be par for the course.”
Willy Carter: “Any thoughts on the attack on Uriel Black by Warren? It was… pretty brutal.”
{ Caleb just smiles. }
Caleb Cannin: “Listen, I’m happy the bastard got what was coming to him. I’ll admit that. But I’m getting reaaaal sick and tired of seeing this on-again, off-again relationship between Dean and Warren. So you make up, you break up, next thing you know one guy has a hammer and is trying to cave somebody’s chest in. Let me spell it out clearly for everybody right now. I. DON’T. CARE. Dean, I know that many of your matches recently have been personal. Hell, I feel like I’m watching a damned soap opera every time your face hits the television screen. But there comes a time when every man’s story must come to an end. You’ve faced your demons and your past, but I am NOT any of those. See, Dean, I know the truth. Those matches you had against Warren, against Angel, those guys were holding back, even just a little bit. They know you, inside and out. They’ve been to hell and back with you. The smallest part of them, no matter how much they deny, held back against you. Now, me? I’m not going to hold back. You have the one thing that matters to me more than anything in the world, Dean, and that’s the IWF World Championship. I know the depths you’re willing to go in order to keep that title, but you don’t know how far I’m willing to go to take it from you.”
Willy Carter: “I think you’re getting a little-”
Caleb Cannin: “Shut the fuck up, Willy! Get out of my sight before I have Kilgore eat you fucking alive.”
{ Willy’s face drops and he scrambles out of the room. Kilgore takes his seat, grunting as he sits down. }
Caleb Cannin: “Dean, I know your mind is far away from what I’ve got to say. I understand that. But that’s exactly what will make me become a champion. All that pressure, all that mental anguish, all of these personal issues, it takes something out of you. Something I don’t think you can replace with gold. Bit by bit, you are being broken down in front of me. And I haven’t lifted a damn finger! So imagine… just how badly I want this. And then imagine how badly I am going to beat you when I meet you in the ring. I’m not going to make this personal with you, Dean, because that simply isn’t worth it. Knowing your opponent has given you the edge that you needed to overcome them. Knowing what their next move is, knowing how they fight, knowing just how to beat them. You can’t say the same for me, can you? Truly, I am the Joker in this situation. I’m the wild card. And you are the King. Soon enough, that crown that you hold… it will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine. Don’t think of it as me taking something you love. Think of it as me taking the pressure off your shoulders. After this is all said and done, maybe you can take a vacation. Take as much time as you need. I’ll hold the fort down while you’re gone. When you come back, you’ll have witnessed revolution right before your very eyes.”
{ Cannin stands up and dusts himself off. He motions for Kilgore to also rise. }
Caleb Cannin: “By the way, I’m going to keep you guessing… for now. You’ve got all the questions, I’ve got all the answers. That’s how this works, Dean-o. See you soon.”
{ Caleb walks out of the shot, while Kilgore stands still for a moment. He looks at the camera and snarls before following his boss. }
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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Masao Akiyama vs. Adel Travent
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{As ‘Uptown funk’ comes on, Adel starts strutting and dancing down to the ring in time to the music}
Vasco Dias: The veteran of these two! Adel Travent is the sure winner here tonight, and I can’t wait to see him give Masao Akiyama a real welcome to the IWF!
Terri Morasco: Adel Travent has had a long career in the IWF, but it’s often overshadowed… Don’t get me wrong, tonight could be his night, but Masao has been competing on a high level since making his debut.
{ "Test of faith" Start to play the Shamisen playing slow as the Tron lights up and Masao steps out pausing as he waits for the beat to drop hands raising to the sky as he walks toward the ring , slamming is hand on the steps as he climbs them to step between the ropes and shedding the robe as he climbs a turnbuckle before gesturing at the crowd before dropping off to prepare }
Terri Morasco: And here is Masao Akiyama, looking to earn some momentum going into High Stakes this Sunday! He looks ready to go!
Vasco Dias: PREPARE TO TASTE DEFEAT!
{ At the sound of the bell, Adel rushes the larger man and is quicker on the draw with a snap jab! Adel keeps the offense up against Masao with a few more strikes as he battles him against the ropes, and then sends him into the corner with an Irishwhip – Adel follows in to go for an uppercut, but is caught with a back elbow from Masao! Masao explodes out of the corner with a big boot that sends Adel to the mat and then gestures for him to get up, and as he does, is brought up and down with a Samoan Drop! Masao goes for a quick cover, but Adel kicks out at two! }
Terri Morasco: Masao Akiyama started off on the wrong step against Adel Travent, but after countering with a beautiful elbow, Adel looks like he was rocked.
Vasco Dias: It was a good counter, but it’s still early, Terri.
{ Masao is the first one to his feet, and Adel stands back up to fire with an uppercut! Masao is rocked by the uppercut, and Adel follows up by snatching his wrist again to send him toward the ropes – Masao rebounds off and leaps up, taking Adel down with a running shoulder block! Masao hits the ropes, and Adel is back to his feet, only to be taken down with another shoulder block! Despite the overwhelming power of Masao, Adel continues to get to his feet and is trying to look for an opening…just waiting for Masao to make a mistake, but Masao seems to be flawless in the ring. The action continues, primarily in Masao’s favor as he earns a couple more near falls but never quite the three. }
Terri Morasco: Masao Akiyama is looking great out there! If this is what he can bring to the table, he could be a sure favorite to win the Roulette this year!
Vasco Dias: Adel just needs to take a moment to regain his bearings!
{ Adel finally spots an opening, and is able to connect with another beautiful uppercut! He staggers Masao for the moment, and goes for yet another Irishwhip – but MASAO COUNTERS! Adel bounces off the ropes, and Masao shows an impressive display of strength by popping Adel up and catching him before raising him and bringing him down with SAKURAJIMA! Masao makes the cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Alison Valance: Your winner! BY WAY OF PINFALL! MASAO! AKIYAMAAAAAAAAA!
{ Masao stands up to get his arm raised as Adel remains laid out in the middle of the ring. }
Terri Morasco: Another impressive, but pretty dominating win for Masao Akiyama here tonight and you have to imagine that this is really going to give him some momentum in the Roulette!
Vasco Dias: I’ll admit that it was a great show of strength, but pure strength does not win the Roulette, Terri!
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SEGMENT
Mr Happy and Phillip Deforrest open their briefcases to reveal their Roulette surprises.
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{ We arrive backstage to find the figure of Cliff Cook standing beside Mr Happy and Phillip Deforrest.
Cook appears to be berating Happy who is looking downwards rather sheepishly. }
Cliff Cook: What do you mean you lost it?
Mr Happy: I think I may have picked up a kids luggage by mistake… This really big intimidating guy
kind of bumped into me and he…
{ Cliff groans. }
Cliff Cook: What about you?
Phillip Deforrest: You can count on me!
{ Phillip proudly lifts up his briefcase and hands it to Cook who grabs it from him. }
Cliff Cook: Let’s have a look inside and see what you managed to earn…
{ Cook opens it up and grabs the paper inside, tossing the case to one side. }
Cliff Cook: Congratulations Deforrest, you will be entering the Roulette at number 11. As for you…
{ Cook sighs. }
Cliff Cook: You’re lucky that IWF talent travels in groups…
{ Cook leans over to pick up another case, much to Mr Happy’s relief. }
Mr Happy: Thank you sir!
Cliff Cook: Don’t thank me too quickly, I already opened it up…
{ Cliff smirks. }
Cliff Cook: You’ll be entering at number 6, good luck surviving that long if you couldn’t handle an
airport luggage queue.
{ Phillips grins from ear to ear as he pats Mr Happy on the shoulder as we go back to ringside on a
somewhat distraught looking face of the hapless competitor. }
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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
TJ Alexander vs. Billie Parris
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{As “Everything is awesome” starts to play Billie steps onto the ramp, flanked by his managers/siblings before walking down to the ring giving fans high fives and fist bumps before waiting in his corner for the match to start}
Terri Morasco: Billie Parris is stepping into the ring against TJ Alexander, and you have to imagine that it’ll be a big momentum booster for Billie to take a win over TJ Alexander.
Vasco Dias: Billie Parris is out of his league here! TJ Alexander is a former world champion– not here, but a former world champion! But I still believe it’s only a matter of time before we see TJ Alexander hit the main event!
{ As "The Touch" By Stan Bush blares out of the PA speakers, TJ Alexander walks onto stages and raises his hands out to the side, he walks down the ramp with a cocky arrogance and chip on his shoulder, and TJ runs into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and looks into the crowd with a smile on his face. }
Vasco Dias: Here he is, one of the winners of the briefcase last week and I’m just wondering what the challenge is! But whatever it is, I know this young man can knock it out of the park!
Terri Morasco: TJ Alexander did some good work last week, and is a bit of a wildcard heading into the Roulette. He’s on the faster side, and he’s creative, which are good elements he’s going to have to bring this week.
DING!
{ At the opening bell, Billie looks ready to lock up with TJ in the middle of the ring, but TJ denies it and catches Billie off-guard with a low dropkick to the knee! Billie’s knee buckles, but TJ is immediately back to his feet and starting to chop away at the knee with repeated kicks as Billie hobbles against the ropes to keep himself at a vertical base – TJ Alexander doesn’t slow down at all, and rushes in to get Billie around the waist and sail him up and over with a belly to belly suplex! TJ Alexander kips to his feet, as Billie sits up, and TJ Alexander is there to take him down with a shining wizard! TJ Alexander goes for the cover. }
ONE!
TWO!
BILLIE KICKS OUT!
{ TJ Alexander wastes no time with getting back up and starts stomping against his opponent – despite the stomps, Billie persists to his feet, only to be taken up and back down with a Northern Lights Suplex, and TJ Alexander keeps the bridge for the cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
BILLIE KICKS OUT!
Vasco Dias: That’s the kind of pressure that TJ Alexander is going to have to keep up and he could go a long way in the Roulette! He’s just gotta keep it up like that!
Terri Morasco: There’s no argument from me, TJ Alexander did take a cheap shot to start the match but ever since, he’s just been holding everything in his own favor. Billie Parris doesn’t seem to have an answer for him, but you have to give him credit for still fighting back to his feet here…TJ is just not giving him any room to breathe, though, and with the impressive display of suplexes, he’s just wearing him down.
{ Billie is trying to get to his feet, but TJ Alexander comes down with a double knee to force him back down – TJ Alexander immediately circles around to get the legs, and goes for a figure four leglock! BILLIE COUNTERS! With his other foot, Billie is able to successfully push TJ Alexander off the ropes, and Billie lunges forward to roll TJ Alexander into a schoolyard cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
TJ ALEXANDER KICKS OUT!
{ TJ rolls back to his feet, and looks a little stunned; Billie Parris stands up, and TJ rushes toward him – BILLIE ANSWERS WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OF HIS OWN! The crowd rallies behind Billie Parris, as TJ Alexander is hurting; TJ Alexander, holding his back, turns around and right into a second belly to belly suplex, immediately going for a cover… }
ONE!
TWO!
TJ ALEXANDER KICKS OUT!
Terri Morasco: Billie Parris has turned this match around, and TJ Alexander could be in trouble!
Vasco Dias: No, no! Not like this! TJ Alexander, come on!
{ TJ Alexander and Billie Parris are back to their feet yet again, and Billie, yet again, gets TJ Alexander in position for a third belly to belly suplex – TJ Alexander stomps Billie’s foot, and bell claps him several times! TJ charges the ropes, and springs off to catch Billie with a cutter! }
Terri Morasco: TJ Alexander dodged a huge bullet there, and it looks like he’s going to go for the cover – but Billie kicks out at two! TJ needs to be careful going forward, because Billie is kind of like going on the Juggernaut here, where when he has momentum, there’s nothing that’s going to stop him! TJ cannot let him get that momentum back under him!
{ TJ is the first to his feet, and he fires for a SUPERKICK! The kick hits the mark, but Billie is still standing, and TJ draws him in to go for THE GAME CHANGER! The Falcon Arrow! BILLIE COUNTERS! Billie lands on his feet behind TJ Alexander, and spins him around only to be met with a stiff kick thwarting the shift of momentum – TJ Alexander brings Billie in and raises him up and brings him down with GAME OVER! }
Vasco Dias: There it is, Terri! GAME OVER!
{ TJ Alexander makes the cover fast over Billie. }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Alison Valance: Your winner! BY WAY OF PINFALL! THE GAME CHANGER! T! J! ALEXAAAAAAAANDEEEEEEERRRR!!!!!
{ TJ Alexander hurries to his feet, and looks disgusted at the fight that Billie Parris had given him… nonetheless, though, he has his arm raised as the winner before pulling his arm from the referee and goes to the nearby camera telling the world that he intends on winning the Roulette. He takes up his briefcase as we take a short commercial break. }
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TJ Alexander opens his Roulette briefcase after his match with Logan Sky to reveal his Roulette surprise.
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{ As TJ continues to celebrate he is suddenly joined by Bob Pooler who walks out onto the stage
carrying a briefcase in one hand and a microphone in another. }
Bob Pooler: Congratulations, TJ, you overcame a good challenge here today but the question is…
{ Bob ponders for a moment. }
Bob Pooler: How will you handle your next test? Last week you successfully retrieved a briefcase to
earn an entry number into the Roulette and I am pleased to announce that I am here to reveal your
number to you!
{ The crowd cheer as Alexander nods. }
Bob Pooler: I know you’ve had a tough encounter with my good friend here so I won’t keep you for
long, I am pleased to announce that…
{ Bob opens up the briefcase, pulling out a sheet of paper. }
Bob Pooler: You will be entering the Roulette right in the middle of prime time at number 15! Good
luck next week!
{ Pooler closes the briefcase and turns around to walk away as TJ absorbs his reasonably
advantageous spot, seemingly speaking to himself as his music restarts and he begins to continue his
celebrations whilst seemingly mentally preparing himself for next week at High Stakes. }
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
Savage By Nature and Kings of Flight meet to agree terms to their latest contest at High Stakes.
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{ Blue Stahli’s “The Fall” hits as the Kings of Flight walk onto the entrance ramp. The two men look dead serious as they sulk down the aisle and enter the ring. Both men grab a microphone as the crowd cheer in support of the team. }
Tyson Everest: “Yo, yo, yo… I know y’all have been waiting on what we got to say about High Stakes. Truth is, we ain’t sure if we’re gonna make it there…”
{ The crowd comes to a lull before a slight boo rings out. Tyson simply nods along. }
Tyson Everest: “And the reason for that is because… we’re not sure we can wait until High Stakes!”
Charlie Van Ruth: “For months now, Savage by Nature has tried to act like the kingpins of the tag division. Hell, I don’t blame them. I mean, when your tag champions aren’t even around to defend their titles, somebody has to step up!”
Tyson Everest: “The problem is that y’all thought it would be easy. Y’all thought we would sit there and let you take over this division. Nah… if Charlie and I have proven anything, it’s that the Kings of Flight belong at the top!”
Charlie Van Ruth: “Terrella, Cvetkova and Portia all think that we deserve the things they’ve done to us. Maybe that’s true. Maybe we asked for more than we expected. But we were willing to draw that line inside of this ring. When you come into my childhood home… when you threaten my family… when you make it that personal, then there is no going back. There’s no running away from that.”
Tyson Everest: “Let’s be honest, we knew y’all weren’t gonna stop at Charlie’s house. We know that you’re desperate. We know you want us one more time. And we’re willing to give it to you. BUT… when you make it personal with us, we have to make sure that you learn a lesson.”
Charlie Van Ruth: “Tyson’s right. Terrella and Cvetkova need to learn what happens when you cross that line. We’ve had the street fight and we’ve met inside a cage. So we got to thinking… what exactly could we do to get it through your thick skulls? How can we guarantee that you will leave High Stakes, knowing that there are consequences to your actions? And as we sat in the police car, I noticed the next door neighbor. He’s a kind, old man that keeps to himself. He lives inside that house and rarely ever leaves. You’d never believe that he’s a gentle soul because of this vicious, snarling pitbull that sits in his front yard. And as we were put into the back of that squad car, I saw that pitbull. It was waiting to be let off that chain and unleash every bit of hurt and pain all at once. In that moment… I understood what we had to do. Ty?”
{ Everest walks over to a ring attendant, who hands him a box. }
Tyson Everest: “There ain’t gonna be any more games. It’s time we put an end to this shit, whether you like it or not. At High Stakes, we’re gonna have you right where we want you…”
Charlie Van Ruth: “Savage by Nature, it’s time to put you on a leash.”
{ Everest opens the box, revealing two sets of steel dog collars. He hands Charlie one before wrapping the other around his neck. }
Tyson Everest: “The most brutal match for the most brutal team, ay? Y’all gloat about how much you like to inflict pain and be in pain, THERE AIN’T NOTHING MORE PAINFUL THAN THIS!”
Charlie Van Ruth: “So what do you say? Are you going to come out here and make it official? Or are you going to tuck tail and run like the bitches we know you are?!”
{ The crowd cheers as Van Ruth jerks the steel chain of the dog collar. The Kings of Flight await the arrival of their most hated rivals. }
Terri Morasco: The challenge has been laid down! The Kings of Flight want Savage By Nature in one of the most vicious, violent matches in all of professional wrestling!
Vasco Dias: What are those idiots thinking, Morasco?!
{ "These Hands" by Locust Grove starts to blare from the PA speakers, bringing the Black Widow, Stephen Terrella and Portia walking out from behind the curtain very slowly. They stop at the top of the ramp. Terrella has a heavy, metal chain -the same chain he hung Charlie Van Ruth by the neck from- draped over his own neck and shoulders. The Black Widow is carrying a lead pipe on her side, licking her lips as she eyes the Kings of Flight in the ring. The music fades. Portia brings a microphone up to her mouth, staring daggers into Charlie and Tyson. }
Portia: If the two of you are stupid enough to want to chain yourselves to Brandy and my man, you have yourselves a match at High Stakes. They accept!
{ The crowd roars at the announcement. Portia holds up her finger, far from finished speaking. }
Portia: And you're right, actions do have consequences. We're not naive to that, we mostly just don't care. We'd have burnt your childhood home to the ground if that's what it took to get what we wanted, Charlie. It isn't as if we haven't burnt a home down before, and here we are, almost exactly where we want to be... as soon as we get rid of the two of you.
{ The crowd boos. }
Portia: But both of you walked to that ring, full of fire, without thinking things through… and that also has consequences. There you stand, vulnerable… and we're more than willing to take advantage of that. So why don't we skip the talk, and see how healthy that brain of Tyson's really is…
Tyson Everest: "Hold up, hold up! You wanna check how my brain is doing? I dunno, Charlie, my memory might not be what it was... but I'm pretty sure I ended up beating that dude's ass-"
{ He points right at Terrella, who snarls. }
Tyson Everest: "It was a no-brainer then and it'll be a no-brainer on Sunday!"
Charlie Van Ruth: "And if you want to get so personal and say that you'll burn down my home then..."
{ Van Ruth steps right up to Portia. He has an intense, steely look in his eyes. }
Charlie Van Ruth: "I fucking dare you to try and burn down what we've built, bitch. Because we are not playing games now. You've put yourself into my home, my family, my LIFE! So if you want to try and mess with our lives so bad, we will make sure that our match at High Stakes will be life-changing.
{ Portia flashes a wicked smile. }
Portia: Oh, when the two of you end up in wheelchairs, it will absolutely be life-changing.
{ Terrella pulls out his mouthful of dip, tossing it just short of hitting the audience. }
Stephen Terrella: I'm done fucking talking. It's time for the two of you to bleed.
{ Stephen Terrella removes the heavy metal chain that had been draped over his neck. With the worst intentions, he very slowly wraps his left hand in the chain. Brandy stands by his side, still armed with her pipe. Savage By Nature heads for the ring as the Kings of Flight ready themselves for another confrontation. }
Vasco Dias: We're not going to have to wait until High Stakes, Morasco!
Terri Morasco: As we've seen multiple times when these two warring parties square off, things may very quickly get out of hand…
{ Just as Savage By Nature reaches the bottom of the ramp, security starts sprinting out of the back. Terrella turns and levels the first few guards down with his loaded left hand, and the Black Widow starts beating them with her pipe. Tyson Everest builds a head of steam on the ropes, and wipes out Terrella with a surprise suicide dive to a huge pop from the crowd! Brandy brings the pipe up over her head, looking to try to cave in Tyson's skull… but she's swarmed by more security. The Black shirts are sent out in droves, trying to maintain some semblance of order as the parties are separated. Savage By Nature and the Kings of Flight go back-and-forth with each other verbally as they're held back by security, a few members of the Gladiator Division such as Billie Parris, Ducky Tomlinson and Phillip DeForrest! }
Terri Morasco: Thankfully security has stepped in tonight to prevent any more needless bloodshed in a feud that has gone to a level past personal!
Vasco Dias: There won't be any security to save the Kings of Flight at High Stakes, Morasco! It's going to be a massacre!
Terri Morasco: It may well be, but it might not be the Kings of Flight that need saving, Vasco.
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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Logan Sky vs. Tytus Rost
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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: 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.}
Vasco Dias: Oh, I love when he makes an entrance! This is just pure power stepping into the ring, and I pity any man who has to stand against him!
Terri Morasco: He was dangerous inside of the match last week, and was the second man to win a briefcase.
{ As one of the most iconic riffs in Rock history starts to pump out from the speakers, Logan walks out onto the stage, soaking in the crowd's reactions. He moves to each side of the stage, throwing his arms up to try and rile the crowd up for the impending match.
He marches down the ramp, head bobbing from side to side before he climbs the stairs, wiping his feet on the apron before he steps through the ropes. Then he moves to each side of the ring, shouting at the crowd to pump them up. }
Terri Morasco: And here’s Logan Sky looking to have one last hurrah in his career!
Vasco Dias: He hasn’t been good enough this entire time, what makes you think he’s good enough now?
Terri Morasco: He’s been impressive each and every week, and nothing has gotten him out of this business yet! What makes you think tonight couldn’t be his night?
{ At the opening bell, Tytus Rost rushes from his side of the ring and catches Logan Sky with a devastating clothesline! The Russian Lion towers over Logan Sky for a brief moment, taunting him, as Logan Sky looks like he had just been run over by a truck… Tytus wastes no more time, and grabs Logan by head to force him back to a standing position, before circling behind him and putting him into a full nelson…he lifts him up and slams him down, dropping down to hold Logan’s shoulders down. }
ONE!
TWO!
LOGAN KICKS OUT!
{ Logan Sky gets onto his side, cringing from the early damage, but Tytus Rost immediately snatches him up and forces him back to his feet… Tytus Rost with a huge European Uppercut that staggers The Machine, but Logan Sky doesn’t quit! He takes the charge toward Tytus Rost, and Tytus Rost just sails him over with a POWERSLAM! Tytus hooks the leg, while driving his other forearm down right across Logan’s collar. }
ONE!
TWO!
LOGAN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Vasco Dias: I love the aggression that Tytus Rost has come out here showing from the start! I absolutely LOVE it! This is a man that’s on a mission, a man that should have had the first briefcase last week but it’s clearly got him pissed off that he was robbed of it!
Terri Morasco: Logan Sky has been in this business for a long, long time, and I don’t think I’ve seen anyone to this point able to manhandle him quite like Tytus is right now.
{ Tytus forces Logan back down, and presses his forearm right against Logan’s neck! Doc, the referee, is immediately there for the count – Tytus releases right at the count of four, and starts getting in the face of the referee that won’t back down, either. Tytus grabs Logan by the head to pull him back to his feet, callously taking his time…and Logan fires with a palm strike! The strike catches Tytus off-guard, and Logan fires in with an overhand chop, and a series of strikes all to fight back The Russian Lion! The Russian Lion answers with a swift knee right to his midsection, driving the wind right out of his sails.
Tytus circles behind Logan this time, and gets him in position for a German Suplex – but Logan scrambles forward, and hooks both arms around the ropes to prevent Tytus from bringing him back! Tytus answers with several forearms to the back, and looks to send Logan tumbling to the outside of the ring…but Logan answers with a backhand chop that doesn’t even seem to phase Tytus Rost in the least, but Logan Sky doesn’t stop! He tries fighting back with more striking to keep the behemoth guessing! }
Vasco Dias: All you’re doing is making it worse for yourself!
Terri Morasco: Logan Sky is trying to get any offense he can get in this match, which has been one-sided up until now, but you can see how Logan is piecing things together! Tytus Rost, he– he doesn’t even look like he’s feeling it, Vasco!
{ Getting angrier from every strike he receives, Tytus finally goes for a standing clothesline! LOGAN DUCKS! Tytus turns around and is brought up and back down with a Manhattan Drop that seems to cause Tytus to need a momentary breath, but Logan Sky knows better than to give it to him…Logan Sky with another overhand chop, Logan catches Tytus Rost with a powerslam of his own! Logan Sky goes for the cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
TYTUS ROST POWERS OUT OF IT!
Vasco Dias: That is almost two-hundred-and-fifty pounds that Tytus Rost just flung into the air like it was nothing!
{ Logan Sky lands back in the center of the ring, shocked by the power behind Tytus Rost – Tytus wastes no time getting to his feet, and growing more and more frustrated, rushes Logan Sky only to be taken down with a scissor leg sweep! Logan leaps over the prone body of Tytus, and gets him into a side headlock, but Tytus still persists to his feet, looking to raise him for a backdrop! LOGAN COUNTERS! Logan shifts all of his weight forward, and takes Tytus Rost down with a headlock takedown, giving the side headlock applied as he wrenches at his neck for as long as he can. }
Terri Morasco: The brute strength of Tytus Rost is being reduced to nothing with Logan Sky trying to keep this match to the ground, and keep himself with the edge!
Vasco Dias: Terri, seriously, all he’s doing is pissing him off right now! When Tytus Rost does break free, Logan Sky is as good as dead!
{ Tytus Rost furiously tries to overpower Logan Sky, but Logan Sky has the hold expertly applied…the power is still too much, though, and Tytus Rost manages to get onto his side before finally getting to his hands and knees whilst still locked in the side headlock – Logan transitions for a front headlock, and Tytus Rost tries to explode forward! Logan Sky counters into a guillotine choke!
TOO CLOSE TO THE ROPES!
Tytus Rost is able to bring a hand forward onto the ropes, and get a full grip on it. Logan Sky, with no choice but to release the hold, gets up near one of the corners of the ring – a furious Tytus Rost stands back up and charges at Logan Sky for a body splash against the corner! Logan Sky moves out of the way just in the nick of time! Logan Sky remains close as Tytus Rost pivots on his feet, only to be met with a kick to his midsection – Logan Sky starts raining in with a series of mudhole stomps, as Tytus Rost somehow manages to keep himself from falling all the way to a seated position – Tytus finally catches one, and Logan Sky hops a little bit to try to look for another counter, but it’s too late! TYTUS PULLS HIM IN AND SENDS HIM DOWN WITH A HEAVY CLOTHESLINE! A variation of RASPUTIN’S KISS. }
Vasco Dias: And there it is, Terri, he just decapitated him!
{ Logan immediately rolls over onto his stomach, and is trying to get to his feet but Tytus is there with clubbing blows to send him back down each time! Logan still tries to get back up… he still refuses to stay down, and Tytus finally pulls him up and lifts him onto his shoulders! THE END! The Russian Lion is calling for it – he flings Logan upward, but Logan breaks free! Logan lands back on his feet, and behind Tytus as he raises him up for a BURNING HAMMER! }
Terri Morasco: Could we see it?!
{ TYTUS GETS A GOOD ELBOW IN JUST IN TIME! }
Vasco Dias: Oh, that was close!
{ Tytus regains his footing on the mat, as Logan Sky looks rocked by the single elbow… Tytus raises him up and brings him down with URSA MAJOR! He goes for the cover right away! }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Alison Valance: Your winner! BY WAY OF PINFALL! THE RUSSIAN LION! TYTUS! ROOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTT!!!!!
Terri Morasco: You can’t discredit Logan Sky for that attempt, but The Russian Lion just proves to have just too much pure strength.
Vasco Dias: I have a feeling this’ll be a taste of things to come in the Roulette as he flings everybody around like they’re potatoes!
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SEGMENT
Tytus Rost opens his Roulette briefcase after his match with Logan Sky to reveal his Roulette surprise.
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{ As Tytus celebrates suddenly the figure of Jess Fowler emerges. }
Jess Fowler: Another impressive display, Tytus, but before you celebrate too much we have some
important business to attend to.
{ Jess walks onto the stage carrying a briefcase and a microphone as Tytus turns to look up the ramp,
taking another chance to get his breath back. }
Jess Fowler: Last week you earned yourself a briefcase in the Pick Your Poison match and it is time
for us all to discover where you will enter this year’s Roulette… I’m sure you can agree this can make
or break your preparation.
{ Jess smiles as she carefully pries open the briefcase, examining the details hidden within before
looking back up at Tytus. }
Jess Fowler: I am pleased to announce that Tytus Rost will enter at…
{ Jess pauses briefly. }
Jess Fowler: Number 10! It looks like you’ll have lots of time to show the world how much of a threat
you are, good luck!
{ Jess turns and walks away as Tytus stands in the ring, nodding as he contemplate his relatively early
entry into the field of combatants… but it doesn’t appear to phase him one iota as he begins
psyching himself up and continuing to celebrate as his music restarts and he looks down one last
time at his felled opponent who is helped out of the ring by officials as we go to a small commercial
break.}
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SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Rini Ishikawa w/ Charlotte Shimizu & Shea O'Hara vs. Amber Vogel
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{ "Faster" by Dax & Tech N9ne plays over the PA, and Amber comes out with her arms raised in the air whilst showboating to the crowd and trying to entice them to get louder. She gets a mixed reaction off of them, but doesn't let that dissuade her when she rushes down the ring ramp, greeting as many of the audience as she can before finally sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She springs to her feet, a pep in her step, and skips to the nearby corner while leaning over the corner and blows a kiss out to the audience. She turns to wait for the match to start. }
Vasco Dias: Here she is, THE NEXT BIG THING, AMBER VOGEL! She’s definitely got the looks, and the power to back her up in making a run toward the IWF Women’s World Championship, and she even has a pinfall win over Jennie!
Terri Morasco: None of that is deniable, Vasco, and she’s definitely not someone to take lightly. Trained by the likes of Tara, Emmanuelle, and the man we know as Wraith! She’s not someone to take lightly!
{ The lights dim in the area, and the Imperialtron slowly lights to show a dancing figurine turning slowly in a music box to the soft chimes of a simple melody and the sound of bells tolling in rhythm with the music. After ten seconds, the music suddenly picks up, full of synth. Rini virtually bounces into view, her overcoat swirling around her as she almost runs from one side of the stage to the other, waving with unbridled enthusiasm. Rini keeps beaming smiles and waving all the way down the ramp. She wipes her feet quickly on the outside and climbs between the ropes.
Once inside the ring, she strikes a dramatic pose, her left hand on her hip and her right hand forming a sideways V next to her eye, still grinning. She holds the pose for a few beats and then goes to her corner. }
Terri Morasco: This should be a good one, folks. Amber Vogel squaring up against Rini Ishikawa, both of them looking to make a name for themselves in the division.
Vasco Dias: It’s definitely one to watch, but I don’t see Rini being able to stop the powerhouse that is Amber Vogel!
{ At the opening bell, Rini and Amber both move toward the center of the ring and shake hands before starting to circle… Amber goads Rini in for a test of strength, and as Rini takes it, she quickly circles behind her with a hammerlock! Amber tries to get an elbow back against her opponent, but Rini is able to duck it – Amber tries again, but Rini takes it a second time, and Amber finally backs up against the ropes before sailing Rini over with a snapmare! }
Terri Morasco: Rini is going to have to be careful not to get caught up with Amber Vogel here, because Amber is much larger, and much stronger! She’s not someone that anyone should take lightly, if you know who her trainers are, and everyone knows who her trainers are.
{ Rini hurries to her feet only for Amber to get behind her and position her for a German Suplex! Amber sails Rini backward, and Rini is able to complete a backflip to land back on her feet – Amber, oblivious to the fact that Rini landed, turns toward her and is met with a front chop block! Amber is able to brace for it, and manages to keep standing, but Rini is still back to her feet and going on with her own offense… it looks like Rini is keeping the speed advantage over Amber, as Amber is trying and failing at landing a strong shot against her opponent, and Rini finally manages to get Amber into an inside cradle! }
ONE!
TWO!
AMBER KICKS OUT!
Vasco Dias: I’m going to say it. I like Amber, I do! She’s got so much potential, but there’s so much that your trainers can’t teach you, and that’s her problem! She’s gotta get the experience on her own!
Terri Morasco: You’re right about that, Vasco, and Rini Ishikawa is looking impressive here tonight by just using that speed to her advantage. I think she knows as much as we do that Amber has shown her strength in the ring many times over, and she’s capable of ending a match fast if that’s the case.
{ Amber and Rini roll back to their feet, and Rini is yet again quicker on the draw with a roundhouse kick that staggers her much larger opponent! Rini takes her over with a headlock takedown, keeping the headlock applied – but Amber shows her own flexibility by raising a leg up, and catching Rini with a headscissors! Rini is able to free herself before Amber gets the hold locked in too tightly, and as they rush again toward each other, Amber catches Rini with a Japanese Arm Drag! Both women roll back to their feet, and Rini is caught with a stiff kick while Amber then pulls her in and raises her up! A STALLING VERTICAL SUPLEX! On the outside of the ring, Charlotte and Shea are trying to rally Rini while also trying to tell her to think of a way out of her inconvenient situation… but with nowhere else to go but down, Amber drops her and immediately rolls over, using all of her weight to push her shoulders down! }
ONE!
TWO!
RINI KICKS OUT!
{ Rini tries to get to her feet, but Amber is the first one to her feet this time around – she powers Rini back to a standing base, and off-balance, but Rini persists in trying to get herself free! Amber raises Rini onto her shoulders to go for an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! But Rini starts firing with elbows! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE ELBOWS! Rini gets off of Amber’s shoulders to the delight of her partners and the audience, and Rini goes for CRESCENT MOON! She has the half nelson almost locked in but Amber manages to get free, and goes for another back elbow – Rini ducks, and rolls Amber up with the schoolyard cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
AMBER KICKS OUT!
Terri Morasco: She was just inches away from sneaking out a quick victory!
Vasco Dias: Close isn’t winning, though!
{ Amber rolls through just as Rini also gets up, and Amber tries to go for a SHINING WIZARD! But Rini is able to evade it – Rini hurries behind Amber, and goes for the AEGIS WALTZ! Amber COUNTERS! She uses a hip toss to bring Rini over, and then calls for her to get back up – the moment she does, Amber connects with a stiff kick! She draws Rini in and looks to bring her up and down with ANGEL WINGS!
RINI COUNTERS! A back body drop! Amber scrambles to get to her feet, and as she does, fires for a standing clothesline! RINI DUCKS! Rini ends up behind Amber, and gets her back in position – Amber can’t counter it in time this time, and AEGIS WALTZ! Rini has her in for a roll up right away! }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Alison Valance: Your winner! BY WAY OF PINFALL! RINI! ISHIKAAAAAAWAAAAAAAA!!!!!
{ East Wind rushes into the ring to celebrate with their partner as Rini has her arm raised into the air, and Charlotte stands on the other side to hold her other arm up. The trio decide to help Amber back to her feet, and the opponents shake hands as the cameras fade to commercial. }
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SEGMENT
Serenity's word
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{The Memorial Arena in Jacksonville, Florida, has been sold out for another weekly episode of Tuesday Night Sacrifice. The fans of the local city have occupied the venue mostly with the out-of-town folks and international fans who have traveled to become a part of the IWF experience. However, for one woman, she’s been extremely vocal and somewhat obnoxious regarding her battle royal win on Odyssey last week.
“Synthetic Sympathy” by Trash Boat plays from the venue’s interior surround systems causing production to flash in a dancing motion around the audience to which Serenity Holmes walks out from the backstage area. She stands on the stage with a spotlight shining on her and looks to the audience who are chanting her name. Serenity smiles, her confidence has grown especially from her battle royale win last week and she walks down to the stage with a microphone in hand.}
Terri Morasco: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen to Tuesday Night Sacrifice! Last week on Odyssey, Serenity Holmes won the Iron Maiden Battle Royal not only qualifying for the match but also securing a starting spot in the match giving her an advantage.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, Serenity has been pretty vocal about her first win in the company. It’s even poetic justice that her first win nearly beat half of the women in our division. She’s been extremely confident and to the point, she’s even asked for this segment to speak her mind.
{Once reaching to the steps, she takes a step back to take a picture with a fan at ringside. She climbs up the steel steps then walks across the apron to stand on a middle turnbuckle to survey the audience whether from the nose bleeds down to the fans at ringside. She climbs down from the turnbuckles to inside the ring. Her entrance music reverts to silence letting the audience have their moment to be hard and it’s a positive reaction to Serenity who stands in the center of the ring holding her microphone.}
Serenity Holmes: Nothing makes me happier than understanding just who the hell I am in this very ring.
{She points down to the canvas.}
Serenity Holmes: The moment I walked into IWF- you know, I hate these introductions. Every woman in the back has been on my ass making fun of me in their promos, their little interviews, segments or whether away from this ring. I’ve had to endure countless mockery, being the joke of everyone else and being treated as an afterthought and what was the issue?
(Serenity walks around the ring at a slow pace.}
Serenity Holmes: Although I’m not a fan of Shea O’Hara, she was right. I came in with the same misguided, egotistical and disrespectful attitude every rookie usually pulls when they first start in a company. I thought I was special but reality thought otherwise. I tended to my ways of following the rules, doing everything by the book and where did it get me? Nowhere.
{The audience boos.}
Serenity Holmes: After losing at Metamorphosis, I had to sit back and think about my future. The definition of insanity is if you keep doing the same things over and over expecting a different result, you’ve gone psychotic which is why I had to reinvent myself, change my attitude, introduce a brand new side of Serenity Holmes that quite frankly, I’m actually beginning to enjoy. I enjoyed it last week when I was the last woman standing in that ring on Odyssey and now I am in the Iron Maiden match!
{The audience breaks out into a massive cheer of support for Serenity standing in the center of the ring.}
Serenity Holmes: How do I feel? Pretty damn good. It’s a late start but we’re seeing the momentum beginning to take form. The moment you begin to doubt me or tell me that I don’t have what it takes, there’s going to be a time when I strike and when I do, that’s when everyone should be worried. No one understands just how much I can do when everything is against me because that’s when I operate best.
{Serenity nods her head to the beat of the chants.}
Serenity Holmes: Six women. Charlotte Shimizu, April Madrox, Mai Everstone, Natasha Walker, Abigail and Serenity Holmes. Six women competed in the legendary Iron Maiden match for the guaranteed IWF Women’s World Championship match at Night of the Immortals. The biggest opportunity and I have the biggest advantage. The advantage that many would have killed for but on the other hand, I’m sure someone like Charlotte is happy but I’m not.
{The audience murmurs in confusion and Serenity approaches the ropes staring at the main camera.}
Serenity Holmes: I want to make sure no one has doubts again especially our IWF Women’s World Champion who will be watching. I want to go through every woman in this match and be the one standing just as I did last week. I need the world champion to know how serious I am when I win the Iron Maiden to become the guaranteed number one contender at Night of the Immortals. Jennie Fenix or Shea O’ Hara. I promise you that I will be waiting at the end of the night to look you in the eyes and tell you straight to your face that I will be IWF Women’s World Champion in 2024!
{Serenity slams the microphone down on the canvas and “Synthetic Sympathy” by Trash Boat replays again. Her demeanor is serious and her face says she’s ready for a fight; Serenity stands on the middle rope and points to the camera gesturing she will have it all in 2024.}
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SEGMENT
Nick Danger opens his briefcase backstage, joined by IWF security to do their best to keep this moment... Wraithless.
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{ We return backstage against this time to find the figure of Roberto Verona sitting on a large ornate
chair, flanked by his Legion once again. A moment passes before he looks up to find Nick Danger
been brought before him, looking a little disgruntled as he is guided before the CEO. }
Roberto Verona: Ah, Nick, you’re doing well I trust?
Nick Danger: I’m fine. Is all of this really necessary?
Roberto Verona: On the contrary, this is for your own good, Nick. Your recent… issues with Wraith
have left you on the receiving end of a number of attacks, consider this a favour. After all, I want you
to be able to enter High Stakes in the best condition to truly test yourself against Wraith. You could,
after all, be the face of my new flagship Gladiators brand, I hope you appreciate how important that
is.
Nick Danger: Let’s just get to it.
Roberto Verona: Impatient are we? Very well, open it up.
{ Verona waves a hand at one of his Legion who walks forward and opens the briefcase for Danger
who reaches in and takes out the paper inside. He studies it briefly before turning and walking away,
only to find his path blocked by two more members of Legion. }
Roberto Verona: Not going to share with the room?
{ Nick turns back around and looks at Verona. }
Nick Danger: It’s… number 23.
Roberto Verona: Congratulations, Nick. That’s an advantageous spot given the threat facing you in
the Ladder match. With that in mind, please allow my associates to escort you to your car, as I said,
we wouldn’t want any misfortune to befall you again before your big day.
{ Danger reluctantly follows the two figures out as Verona stares at him and we return back to
ringside for our next match. }
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MAIN EVENT
SINGLES MATCH
2000 Word Limit
Allen Chaney w/ Jennie Fenix vs. El Grande Malo w/Bob Pooler and Jessica Reed
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Moracos: This is a match between two men who have been on TV a lot recently but one might view it as a chess match between Jennie Fenix and Jessica Reed leading up to their title match at High Stakes.
Vasco Dias: One might but let’s stick to what’s actually happening.
{The Richard Pryor quote followed by the piano intro of ‘Shimmy Shimmy Ya’ plays and Allen emerges from the curtain.
‘Ooh, baby, I like it raw x4’
Allen stops and looks around the crowd with a smirk until there is a change in attitude. He leans down to slam his fists on the ramp before popping up to release what can only be described as a roar.
'Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad’
Allen walks down the ramp, stopping every few steps to talk to fans about how his opponent has no clue what they're in for or how they smell like baked milk or how he saw them changing backstage and one of their testicles is comically bigger than the other.
‘Wu-Tang Killer Bees on a swarm
Rain on ya college ass, disco dorm
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta have the one killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill now
Chop that down, pass it all around
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground
For any MC in any 52 states
I get psycho killer, Norman Bates'
Allen marches up the ring steps and enters the ring, giving the referee a friendly pat on the back before going to his corner and sitting down focused but also kind of vibing to his own music.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring is 'The Comedian' Allen Chaney accompanied by Jennie Fenix!
Terri Moracos: Jennie looks happy to be here with her man.
Vasco Dias: Fiance? Husband? I have trouble keeping track. Regardless, Allen is the one to watch here. He doesn’t ned elevating based on his arm candy.
{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.}
Alison Valance: Second down to the ring El Grande Malo accompanied by Bob Pooler and Jessica Reed!
Terri Moracos: Jessica looks hopeful for her member of the performance center.
Vasco Dias: Malo needs all the luck he can get.
{The match starts with the bell and Malo tries to go for a move but Allen dodges it. He hits him with a Cactus Clothesline. He hits Malo with a superkick hitting Malo into the ropes. Allen grabs him up in a bearhug and squeezes him as Malo lets out a yell.}
Terri Moracos: Allen is dominating this match.
Vasco Dias: Can you really be surprised?
{ Just before the match can get going we are joined by Randon Haynes carrying a briefcase and a
microphone. }
Randon Haynes: Pardon my interruption…
{ Randon smiles. }
Randon Haynes: However, we simply cannot allow the show to conclude without discovering the
reward that Mr. Chaney earned last week in the Pick Your Poison match! So, without any further
delay allow me to…
{ Randon carefully opens the briefcase, raising his eyebrows as he nods, deliberately keeping
everybody in the arena and the ring in suspense as he carefully closes it. }
Randon Haynes: I am pleased to announce that Allen Chaney will enter the Roulette at…
{ Randon pauses briefly. }
Randon Haynes: Number 25!
{ The crowd cheers as Allen nods his head with satisfaction having earned himself an advantageous
position in the Roulette. Randon turns and begins to walk away as Chaney does some final stretches
before turning back around to face his opponent. }
{Allen lets go of Malo and Malo goes for a suplex but Allen counters with a HACKBREAKER dropping Malo to the ground before hitting him with a WATCH THE FUNNY FAT FUCK FLY! Allen goes for the pin
1
2
3!!!}
Terri Moracos: Poor Malo.
Vasco Dias: Allen is a machine!
Alison Valance: And your winner… Allen Chaney!
{ As Allen continues to celebrate with Jennie suddenly the Women’s champion turns to look at
Jessica Reed who is leant over trying to help Malo back to his feet in the corner of the ring. Reed
turns to meet her gaze as the crowd begins to erupt and the pair share a knowing nod with one
another. Fenix raises her belt up in the air as Chaney wraps an arm around her waist and our show
closes to the copyright logo on a shot of the triumphant couple standing defiantly as Jess looks up at
the gold and the crowd is electric. }
Well howdy there pardner.