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SEGMENT
3000 Word Limit
Participants: Roberto Verona (Others will be informed via DM)
Roberto Verona addresses the events of last week and makes an announcement relating to the Joker in the Pack.
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Terri Morasco: Welcome everybody to the last stop of the road to Rome as we get ready for Tuesday Night Sacrifice!
Vasco Dias: I can’t wait, Morasco, it’s going to be a huge occasion.
Terri Morasco: And tonight, we will learned much more about what will be at stake this year and who will be officially facing one another.
Vasco Dias: More importantly, we’re being graced with the presence of the boss!
{ Our cameras cut to ringside where Roberto Verona – and members of his Legion – stand in the middle of the ring waiting for a bit of the noise to die down. }
Roberto Verona: Welcome everyone to the Night Before Immortals!
{ The crowd cheers loudly as Verona waits a moment. }
Roberto Verona: We are not only one week away from the first of two huge nights for the company as the men and women of IWF compete on the biggest stage of them all. The Roulette winner Warren Harper will take on the IWF Men’s World Champion Dean Harper whilst the 2024 Iron Maiden Charlotte Shimizu will face the IWF Women’s World Champion Jennie Fenix in two huge encounters.
{ The crowd erupts again with excitement. }
Roberto Verona: Now, as you know, no Night of the Immortals would be complete without the annual Joker in the Pack match and I am pleased to stand before you all tonight to officially announce this years participants! I am also happy to announce that on the Joker in the Pack will open Night Two of Night of the Immortals.
{ The crowd pops. }
Roberto Verona: Yet, before we begin, it would be remiss of me to not mention the changes to this year’s match. Whilst I commend Caleb Cannin – and those before him - for utilising the contract to their utmost advantage, I simply cannot allow our Jokers to retain an annual ticket to the main event of Night of the Immortals unchallenged. Going forward our fighting champions will be faced with the prospect of a fighting challenger. If a Joker opts against activating their opportunity before a major live event, they will now be obligated to defend their contract to earn the right to retain a title shot at a moment of their choosing.
{ The crowd cheers. }
Roberto Verona: Which brings us to the obvious question – who will compete in this years contest? As you can imagine, this is never an easy decision and this year has been no different. Our men’s roster work hard through the year to earn this opportunity to place their own destiny in their hands. Without any further delay I am pleased to announce our first participant is none other than the Mad Prince himself, the artist formerly known as Wraith – Madjinn!
{ The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos – which Verona promptly ignores. }
Roberto Verona: Despite his recent defeat to Jason Hathaway – congratulations by the way – there is simply no deny that when he was presented with an opportunity to be a fighting champion, Madjinn delivered week after week. In light of his successes with the IWF Television Championship – and his ongoing success with the IWF World Tag Team Championships – I would be a fool to deny that he has earned his place for an opportunity to regain his spot at the head of the table.
{ Verona walks slowly across the ring. }
Roberto Verona: Which brings me onto our second entrant – Allen Chaney…
{ The crowd pops huge as Verona scrunches up his lip in disgust. }
Roberto Verona: Now, many would argue I would be well within my rights to deny Allen this opportunity to prove himself given his countless misdemeanours of late but make no mistake, this is not a case of caving to the demands of an extremist – it is a refusal to deny reality. The facts are, Chaney, that you’ve managed to remain undefeated during your tenure in IWF and no matter how much it pains me, I am a fair man. You’ve earned your opportunity to enter this years Joker in the Pack…
{ Verona pauses, then looks back up at the camera. }
Roberto Verona: However, make no mistake, your indiscretions have not been ignored – nor have they been forgotten. Now, Allen, I know you may struggle to escape your own sense of victimhood but –
{ Unfortunately, Roberto is cut off by the thumping beat of “Stadium Pow Wow”, sending the crowd to their feet with a huge pop. Pax walks out from the back dressed in street clothes with a microphone in his hand. He strides across the stage and down the ramp while making a cutting gesture across his music to get the music to stop. }
Pax Stormcrow: Sorry to interrupt ya, boss. You’re a hard man to get a meeting with. You out here doing your little Joker in the Pack bit. Goin well. Good group of talent in there. Now I said I wanted in but right now I want a couple of muscle-headed assholes. Now i… boy if you don’t get out of my face I’m gonna plant you on yours.
{ One of the members of the Legion stepped forward to intercept Pax who stares him down. Finally the masked goon takes a few steps back and Pax nods his head. }
Pax Stormcrow: Appreciate that. Now as I was saying, I don’t care if I’m going to have to whoop they ass one at a time or at the same time. But you had better put me in a ring with Rost and Daniels, boss.
{Before Verona has a chance to answer, the Imperitron lights up with Cyrus on the left and Tytus on the right. It is not clear where exactly in Paris they are, but it can be assumed they’re not at the arena. Once the crowd realise Pax will not be getting his wish tonight, they boo. Something which seems only to amuse the two foreign powerhouses.}
Cyrus Daniels: Oh sorry, mate. Were you looking for a measure of revenge against us tonight? Nah, see the thing ya need ta understand about us is, we don’t work for free or on anybody’s terms but our own. So unless Roberto wants ta pay us for kicking your ass, you don’t just get to demand we fight on your terms. We’ve already embarrassed you and your boys a few times over the last few weeks, doing so yet again would just be boring, right? And if there’s one thing we can’t stand, it’s being bored. You might want revenge Stormcrow, but as far as we can tell there’s nothing in that for us.
{ Finally, Verona interjects before the argument can escalate any further. }
Roberto Verona: Gentlemen, I appreciate the desire to get your hands on one another but this is neither the place nor the time.
{ The crowd boos. }
Roberto Verona: However… your timing is impeccable. I’d like to reveal to everybody here tonight that each of your will have every opportunity to settle your differences with one another – in the Joker in the Pack!
{ The crowd erupts as Pax nods with satisfaction and both Cyrus and Tytus appear to be satisfied as well. }
Roberto Verona: Each of your performed impressively in the Roulette this year – even without your obvious differences you are worthy entrants. I must… however, insist that until that match you keep your hands off one another, I wouldn’t want to see any of you be unable to make this huge opportunity.
{ Verona turns but then stops himself. }
Roberto Verona: I almost forgot! The sixth and final entrant will be announced at the end of tonight’s show, so be sure to stay tuned in. I promise you won’t want to miss it.
{ Verona tosses the microphone to one of his Legion members as he turns to exit the ring whilst Pax, Cyrus and Tytus share some parting shots. }
Vasco Dias: I can’t wait to find out who the sixth entrant is – but Pax better watch himself, he’s made two very dangerous enemies.
Terri Morasco: And… as much it pains me to say, credit to Verona for looking past Allen Chaney’s recent behaviour to recognise his imperious form.
Vasco Dias: Don’t forget Madjinn either, he’s bound to want to put his recent disappointment behind him and prove he deserves his spot at the top of the food chain!
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SINGLES MATCH
1500 Word Limit
Kasey Vex vs. Rosa De Luca
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{The arena goes dark before blue strobe lights flash wildly as "DARKSIDE'' plays in the arena before Rosa De Luca walks through the curtain to a rumble of the crowd extending her arms as the lights go back up. She walks down to the ring and slides into her corner, waiting for the match to start.}
Terri Morasco: We heard some strong words from De Luca leading up to this match, Vasco, with De Luca claiming that Vex has been living in a fantasy. She feels Vex believes she's untouchable, and she could be correct. Vex has every right to be confident, but is she maybe too confident? De Luca is a very formative foe.
Vasco Dias: Look, I like De Luca's style. I do. She's big, she's strong, and she has all the tools to be great one day. If she thinks she's beating Kasey Vex tonight, she is the one living in a fantasy world though, Morasco. Vex is a different breed of animal. In a few short moments, Vex is going to walk through that curtain, and De Luca is going to stand face-to-face with something unlike anything she's ever witnessed before. She has an aura. Not to mention she has the guidance of Edwyn Merrick in her corner. The woman has been cutting through the competition like a hot knife through butter.
Terri Morasco: So has Rosa. Both women are impressive winning streaks, but I feel like you're underselling De Luca. She served her country. She is accomplished in MMA. She has an impressive blend of strength and power.
Vasco Dias: She's also far less likely to poison this Boba that Cliff brought me, so I stand by what I said. Which reminds me, do you maybe want to taste this first, Morasco? I- uh, want to see what you think?
{ The sweet, melodic voice of Poppy streams through the speakers around the arena, layered over a quiet backbeat. But with the final whisper of the intro, the drumbeat kicks in and the lights in the arena begin flashing erratically. It’s enough to distract the crowd as a singular figure seemingly appears out of nowhere at the top of the entrance, and as the vocals picked up again a spotlight shone down on the figure, drawing the attention of the crowd back to the entrance stage. Long pink hair to the waist sways beneath a white fox skull mask obscuring the face of the competitor. Behind her stands a man, almost towering over her with his long, lanky frame. The woman slowly begins stalking down the aisle, her dark-eyed gaze behind the mask darting back and forth to the crowd on either side of her but makes no move to acknowledge their outstretched hands to her, with the taller man sauntering behind her with a smirk across his face. As she approaches the ring and saunters around to the side, she leaps nimbly up to the apron and crouches low, her head turning slowly across the front row of fans before she turns to slide underneath the bottom rope and crawls her way to the center of the ring. She crouches there for another moment before smoothly rising to her feet and slowly removing the mask, revealing the face of Kasey Vex. But rather than the normally chipper expression she usually wears, her face is strangely devoid of any emotion as her brown eyes sweep the crowd once more before she stalks over to her corner and drops into a crouch, back against the turnbuckle and her arms draped over the second ropes. Outside of the ring, Edwyn Merrick keeps a watchful eye on her, arms folded across his chest and the same sly smirk still present on his face. }
Terri Morasco: This crowd is almost in a hush. I know that's part of the aura with Vex you mentioned earlier, but De Luca doesn't look intimidated in the least.
Vasco Dias: She should be. Edwyn has designs on seeing his sister turn De Luca into mulch, and I'm not convinced he meant that figuratively. They may put her in a woodchipper when this match is over, I don't know. Vex would have the tenacity to try to shove all six feet plus of Rosa through there, and if horror movies are any indicator, it never seems like all that much work.
Terri Morasco: That's ridiculous.
Vasco Dias: Is it though?
{ The referee for this contest, Jessica Andrews, signals for the opening bell. }
Ding!
{ The two women approach each other. Vex uses her quickness to elude Rosa's grasp twice at the open. Little Miss Vex stings Rosa with a swift kick to the hamstring of Rosa's left leg, hobbling the taller competitor. Vex takes hold of her adversary's arm, giving it a twist, and then pulling her into an Arm Wrench Knee Strike! Rosa comes away holding her chin, but the powerful brawler shows a strong chin, keeping her feet after taking the blow. Kasey runs the ropes, leading to a running knee strike to De Luca's jaw! This time the towering woman hits the canvas, and hits it hard. Vex goes for a cover. The official drops down to make the count in a very timely manner, but De Luca presses Vex off of her at the count of two! Despite being thrown a few feet away, Vex maintains her composure. Vex launches a kick into De Luca's chest that echoes throughout the Paris La Défense Arena. Vex fires off another! DeLuca eats the kick, but catches Vex's foot against her chest. Vex is forced to hop on her free leg as Rosa regains her own vertical base. DeLuca spins Vex, locks her into a full nelson, and harshly deposits her onto the mat with a thunderous full nelson slam to a roar from many in the crowd! }
{ The Italian Rose goes on the offensive, kicking and stomping on Vex to keep the speedy Little Miss Vex grounded. Kasey takes a lot of punishment on the mat before De Luca finally pulls her to her feet. Rosa scoops Vex up, and with a running start, connects with a BIG powerslam on Vex! Rosa hooks a leg, making a good, fundamentally sound cover. The referee slides into position for the count, but De Luca cannot hold Vex down for three seconds before Kasey kicks out! Off the kick out, De Luca lands some hard, hammer and anvil style elbows to Vex in an effort to further beat her opponent down. Rosa again brings Vex back to her feet, using a swinging neckbreaker to soften up Vex some more as Kasey's brother looks on from the outside. De Luca attempts another cover, failing to hook the leg in a bit of haste this time. The referee again counts, but Kasey kicks out at two, a little bit weaklier than she had earlier in the contest. }
{ Rosa peels Kasey up off the canvas, shooting her body into a corner. De Luca charges, but Vex, still with some fight, lifts both feet up and catches the Italian Rose with two boots to the face on the charge. Vex slips between the ropes, taking the apron. Kasey springboards off the top rope, sending De Luca flying with a Hurricanrana while Merrick watches rather approvingly. The Violent Delight clutches the back of her neck as she gets to her feet. Rosa is a step slower behind her. With a burst, Kasey takes off for the ropes, toppling De Luca with a slingblade! Kasey goes for Rosa's legs, but De Luca fights her off, knowing exactly what Vex is looking for. Rosa is able to use her legs to powerfully push Vex back into a corner. Kasey's back hits the turnbuckles hard. Kasey keeps her feet, using the ropes to brace herself with her arms. De Luca gets up, charging again. This time she squashes Vex with a clothesline in the corner! Rosa puts a hand on Kasey's throat to keep her upright, and then punches her square in the face to land Kasey on her backside in the corner! Rosa runs the ropes this time, connecting with a big boot to the side of Vex's face that leaves her body in a heap in the corner! De Luca drags Vex's battered body out from the corner, covering her. The referee prepares to make a count. Kasey puts her Doc Marten on the bottom rope just before the three count, which the referee alerting catches, to stay alive in the contest! }
Terri Morasco: De Luca just came as close as you can come to getting a win without having your hand raised, and the expression on her face tells the entire story! You can tell she thought she had it! I thought she had it!
Vasco Dias: We haven't seen Vex take this much punishment in a match since her arrival here, Morasco. She's showing me she can take it every bit as well as she can dish it out, too. De Luca's boot hit Vex in the side of the face like a brick!
{ De Luca brings Vex back up to a vertical base with her, wrapping a hand around her throat as she moves Kasey closer to the center of the squared circle. De Luca lifts Vex up, looking for the Luna Di Luna, but Vex does a back flip out of De Luca's grasp on the chokeslam lift!! Kasey places both hands over a stunned De Luca's head, scoring with a sit out jawbreaker! Vex is slow to get to her feet, obviously still feeling some effects of the beating she has taken thus far in the match up. She grabs De Luca by the leg, struggling a bit to maneuver her opponent into a corner. Kasey slides out under the ropes, taking De Luca's left leg in hand, and proceeding to wrap her knee around the steel ring post as Merrick gives an approving nod. The Violent Delight takes Rosa's leg in hand, aggressively wrapping her knee around the steel ring post for a second time! A third one, even more aggressive than the last leaves De Luca grabbing at her knee in agony beneath the ropes. Many in the French crowd boo the more hardcore, ruthless side Vex is displaying- but she pays them little more than a passing glance as she makes her way back inside the ring. De Luca fights to crawl away, but Vex goes back for the leg with a vicious stomp to the knee. Kasey takes Rosa's legs in hand, applying a sharpshooter on De Luca before bridging back to completely lock in the "Wicked Little Machine"! }
Terri Morasco: Rosa is holding on with everything she has through this pain, but how much damage was already done to that knee by Vex and that steel post!?
Vasco Dias: She may have ligament damage, or worse, Morasco! And that move of Vex's is putting so much more pressure on that knee!
Terri Morasco: De Luca is tapping! De Luca is tapping!
{ The referee calls for the bell! }
Ding!
Ding!!
Ding!!!
{ Vex holds the submission in for a moment longer as “V.A.N” begins to play, then finally releases. Kasey rolls out of the ring, forgoing any type of celebration of her win. De Luca clutches her knee with a furious grimace as she looks out at Vex. One can almost see a curl of Vex's lips into a smile before Merrick leads her away from ringside to a mixture of a smattering of cheers, as well as some loud boos from the crowd. }
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SEGMENT
Serenity Now!
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{ In Paris, France, the city provides an experience unlike anywhere else. The beautiful streets, the luxurious cuisines and the cultural aspects of history-making events and moments that have helped to transform the world today. On this very night, Tuesday Night Sacrifice is brought to the French audience in all of their glorious energy to have IWF present the best action of sports entertainment tonight in their city. However, for one individual, she’s been falling short of that positivity ever since her drama has spilled in public to the world. }
{ In the backstage area Paris La Defense Arena, the camera shows the live broadcasting of the behind the scenes where production, marketing, make-up and other employees are doing their best to keep the show running. Cutting through multiple hallways and other areas, the point of view stops at the door showing the name “Roberto Verona” and when the door opens, the lady dressed in her wrestling gear for tonight is Serenity Holmes who looks uncertain. For a moment, she looks over her shoulder back at the closed office than to the camera caught off guard. }
Serenity Holmes: Get the fuck outta here!
{ She violently pushes the camera away and it shakes taking a few steps. Unfortunately, the French audience didn’t take too kindly to the last view of Serenity Holmes marching down the hallway with employees scrambling to get out of her way. }
Vasco Dias: What the hell was that about?!
Terri Morasco: I don’t know but it seems Serenity Holmes has a lot on her mind tonight especially from all the drama happening to her. Maybe it’s karma or something leading to something much worse.
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SEGMENT
3000 Word Limit
Participants: Jason "J-TV" Hathaway (Others will be informed via DM)
The Coronation of Jason "J-TV" Hathaway.
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{The lights in the arena all dim at once, as a massive J-TV logo appears on the tron. A male voiceover plays over the sound system.}
Voiceover: The following is a special live presentation, brought to you by J-TV. The views and opinions expressed therein do not represent those of the Imperial Wrestling Federation or its staff. Please, silence your cell phones now.
The logo disappears.
Nobody truly understands the effect lightning has on its victims. But strange things seem to happen.
{ As a slower, more drawn-out cover version of Sferic Waves begins to play, a crew of a dozen men, all wearing black uniforms with 'J-TV Studios' printed on the back, rush out onto the stage and run down the ramp. As the song builds up, they work quickly to remove the apron, turnbuckle pads, and mat of the ring, tucking them out of sight. One of them even takes the top of the announce table and runs off with it. }
Terri Morasco: H-hey! Bring that back!
Vasco Dias: No, look! They're bringing us another one!
{ Sure enough, the same man quickly replaces the announce desk's cover with one bearing the J-TV logo, as opposed to the IWF one. The ring aprons, pads, and mat are all replaced with brightly colored substitutes bearing J-TV iconography to replace the usual traditional colors. Once that's done, they quickly pull their cameras out from under the ring, and hurry back up the ramp to the stage just in time for the music to kick in as Jason Hathaway emerges from the curtain with Robbie the Camera Guy at his side, clad in full Robbocop armor. }
Vasco Dias: It's Robbocop! Numpty Scum beware!
Terri Morasco: He looks ridiculous in that thing...
{ In time with the guitar chords of the song, the camera quickly cuts between the view of all of the crew members filming Jason as colored lazer lights shoot up from the stage. Hathaway holds open his ring jacket to show off the TV Championship wrapped around his waist, while Robbie rubs his hands together and holds them up to the gold like he's warming up at a bonfire, before snatching the microphone stashed in the waistband of the belt and holding it up as he walks down the ramp ahead of J-TV. }
Robbie the Camera Guy: Ladies and Gentlemen! Please, put your hands together for your Neeeeew! Reignnning! Defennnding! Television Champion of the world! J! T! V!"
{ As old footage of propaganda films and space race imagery flashes rapidly across the tron, Jason begins to sway down the ramp to the music. As he makes his way to the ring, small white bubbles pop up across the screen displaying 'interesting' trivia facts about Jason, ala Pop-Up Video. }
Jason grew up in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio.
Jason won his first championship in the IWF in just five matches.
Jason only eats hotdogs with mustard.
Before IWF, Jason was a lifeguard, a bartender, and valet driver!
Jason and Robbie met in elementary school and bonded over a shared love for B-movies.
Robbie always wins at Nintendo 64 games, Jason is better on everything else.
Man-or-Astroman, who play Jason's theme song, also created the theme for Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius, and the credits theme for Space Ghost: Coast to Coast
{ Jason makes it to the apron, and Robbie jumps up to hold the ropes open for him. Hathaway dances up the stairs and steps into the ring. Robbie reaches out and removes his ring jacket, and J-TV reached down to unhook his belt, holding it high over his head as the music reaches a crescendo. }
Robbie the Camera Guy: You are now watching! J! T! V!
{ The music fades, and Robbie hands Jason the mic and slides out of the ring, leaving the champ alone standing in the center, the TV Title slung over his shoulder as he basks in the atmosphere. The crowd certainly isn't fully behind him, but there are more than a few cheers and chants among the usual boos.
Hathaway slowly raises the microphone, and the crowd begins to quiet. He brings the mic down to his mouth, a smirk splitting his lips as he speaks his first public words as TV Champion. }
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: I'm sorry. I... I promised myself I wouldn't say 'I told you so.' But standing out here, in front of Robbie, the J-TV Studios team... and all of my adoring fans... I just can't help it."
{ Jason storms forward, leaning on the ropes and staring directly into the camera. }
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: I told you so! I told you all the way back at High Stakes, that whoever won that TV Title ladder match was going to lose it to me! None of you believed me though, did you? Oh that Jay... he puts on a good skit, sure cooks up a good little video, but against the big boys?"
{ There's a few boos beginning to spread across the crowd now, and Jason raises his hand defensively, stepping back. }
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: Don't get me wrong, I actually wanted to thank you all. You see, it was your vote that got me this title shot. Granted, it took you a few tries to pick somebody who wasn't absolute cannon fodder, but nobody's perfect, right? The point is, that while you people might not like me, you recognize me for what I am. I am a radical shift in the paradigm. I am a change from the norm. I am a glitch in the system. You want more of me, and you hate that you do!
{ Hathaway turns his attention to the belt on his shoulder, and he raises it high, staring up at it with absolute adoration and a grin smug enough to shatter glass. }
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: This championship... has been liberated. This Televison Title will no longer be associated with two-dimensional, overdone, boring, cliche bullshit. When you think of the TV Title, no longer will you conjure the image of a schizophrenic sleazeball with enough family issues to warrant his own sitcom. You're going to think of the TV Title as the reason you tune in every single week. Because you, your gal, the next-door neighbor, little susie down the lane, you all just gotta see what J-TV does next!
{ There's a pregnant pause as another mix of boos and cheers flare up around Jason, causing him to look around with a self-satisfied grin, pacing around the ring as he twirls the microphone in his hand before adding, }
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: And trust me, none of you are ready for what J-TV does next.
{ Jason turns to wink at the camera, until the crowd quiets a bit. }
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: So what does that mean for tonight? What does that mean for Adel Travent? Well I'll tell you what, boys and girls, sit down and strap in because Uncle Hathaway is gonna tell you a little story about the last Numpty that tried to stand in my way. Him, and all of his little numpty friends. You see--
{Just as Jason goes to regale us with a seemingly grand tale, the sound of IWF CEO Roberto Verona on a microphone can be heard as he walks out from behind the curtains holding a microphone.}
Roberto Verona: I believe congratulations are in order, Jason. Your performance last week was admirable and believe me, it caught my attention despite my absence.
{Verona claps – seemingly quite earnestly – as J-TV pats his title belt.}
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: About time something did, yeah?
Roberto Verona: However, I am sure you’re just as eager as everybody else to learn what the future holds for you – if you make it through this week of course. It is my pleasure to announce that at Night of the Immortals we will witness a tournament to determine the number one contender for your championship!
{The crowd cheers. Jason seems intruiged by the idea.}
Roberto Verona: On night one, we will hold two semi finals to determine who will face one another for an opportunity to challenge you or your opponent this evening in a deciding match on night two! But that’s not all – I am sure whoever the champion is will be keen to get an opportunity to get up close and personal to assess their challenger which is why the champion will be the special guest referee in the final!
{Jason nods.}
Jason 'J-TV' Hathaway: I can guarantee you that they’ll see me there.
Roberto Verona: Good luck tonight, champ.
{Verona smiles as Jason’s music plays and he hols his title aloft.}
Terri Morasco: Another huge announcement – I wonder who will feature in this tournament?
Vasco Dias: Whoever they are, they don’t stand a chance against J-TV!
Terri Morasco: Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, Vasco, he still needs to successfully defend his belt tonight!
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SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
4500 Word Limit (Either 1500 for 3 individual roleplays, 1500 and 3000 for one individual and one combined or 4500 for a combined roleplay)
Kings of Flight & Nick Danger vs. Hellscream, Solomon Khan & Mr. Happy
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The three Gladiator’s each enter the ring one at a time, each one getting a minor reception from the crowd at each interval… The last one to enter the ring out of that trio is Hellscream who receives a pop from the nerds in the audience. But the next pop comes for Kings of Flight! Tyson Everest and Charlie Van Ruth come down the ramp and entice the crowd with some flare, then wait near the bottom of the ramp…and the biggest pop of the night, thus far, comes for Nick Danger as he steps onto the stage. He joins the trio on the ramp before they all glance at one another and with a subtle nod, they dash into the ring!
The moment they get into the ring, all hell breaks loose! Out goes one of the gladiator’s followed by a second, and then a double clothesline to send the third – it doesn’t stop there, as Charlie Van Ruth gets to his hands and knees, and both Tyson Everest is the first to launch himself into the opponents and then Nick Danger right after him! Nick Danger sends Mr. Happy into the ring, and the bell sounds with Charlie and Mr. Happy now as the two lone fighters inside of the ring…outside of the ring, control is slowly regained when they each get to their respective corners, but the match doesn’t seem to fare too well for Mr. Happy, as Charlie Van Ruth continues to punish him with a series of chain grapples and swift attacks to keep him guessing where each one is coming from. Quick tags are on hot display between Kings of Flight and Nick Danger while they keep their opponent singled out and take turns with each attack.
After a few near falls, Mr. Happy is finally able to bring the giant Solomon Khan into the action but he’s met with a series of alternating dropkicks from each of the trio! They manage to keep him staggered, before finally going down and then the action spills over to Hellscream…they knock him from the ring apron…with Nick Danger now the legal man, he hits Solomon with RISE AND FALL and is able to secure the victory for his team!
But the team is unable to celebrate their moment for long… Savage Kingdom barrels out from behind the curtains, Madjinn leading the charge as he’s the first to enter the ring and blindsides Nick Danger! Stephen Terrella and The Black Widow are the next ones to enter the ring, while Portia takes to the ring apron calling for the demolition of the opposing trio. A familiar item comes into play when both Madjinn and The Black Widow pull out a pair of handcuffs, and they attach them to Charlie Van Ruth and Tyson Everset against the ropes…
Savage Kingdom sets their sights on Nick Danger and punishes him while Kings of Flight are forced to watch. Each member takes a turn hitting Nick Danger with their signature or finishing maneuvers, and Madjinn even berates him on the microphone for the whole audience to hear…weapons come into play, and after a stiff chair shot, Nick Danger lies in a pool of his own blood. Savage Kingdom wave at the rest of them, and Madjinn blows a kiss to them when the camera fades to a commercial.
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SEGMENT
3000 Word Limit
Participants: Roberto Verona, Birds of Prey and the Murder
The Birds of Prey demand satisfaction against the Murder at Night of the Immortals.
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{The camera opens on Roberto Verona’s office where The Birds of Prey are standing to one side of the room whilst the members of The Murder are standing opposite. Glares are exchanged between the women as the tension in the room continues to rise. To compare it to a tinderbox would not be an exaggeration. Bodies shift and move, matched by their peers across the room as the clock on the wall ticks, the sound deafening in the near-silent room. }
Nat Walker: “This is bullsh...”
{Roberto Verona interjects with a cough as he steps into the office, straightening his tie and Nat shushes herself}
Roberto Verona: Welcome, ladies. I appreciate you joining me this evening, after last week it’s apparent to me that these disagreements simply cannot continue if they’ll cause so much disruption.
Charlotte Shimizu: Tell that to them. They may have started it, but we’re damned well gonna finish it.
Nat Walker: Why even jump us anyway? ‘Cause we fronted to you? Boo hoo, happy to give the heat but can’t take it huh?
Terri Morasco: Things are certainly getting heated in there.
Vasco Dias: Good. Let’s see some violence!
{Again the room bristles as Mai snaps back}
Mai Everstone: You’re the ones who can’t keep our names out of your fucking mouths! If you don’t want heat then stop skulking around like assholes.
Charlotte Shimizu: I thought you attention whores wanted all eyes on you. Can’t take it when someone mouths back to you, maybe you shouldn’t be callin’ people out.
Rini Ishikawa: We are not fooled by your false promises of a better future. We will not allow your chaos to steal our stars. Your reign of shadow is over, Galaxia!
{Rini’s voice seems to be the loudest, a finger pointing uncharacteristically as her composure breaks a bit. Brooklyn looks from Roberto to Rini, the exasperation etched on her face}
Brooklyn Madrox:Who in the hell is she talking to?! Verona, d’you see what we’re talking about here?
{Charlotte eyes her tag team partner with a pained expression}
Charlotte Shimizu: Rini… Couldn’t you have gone for a Dark Kingdom reference instead of the Shadow Galactica? The Shitennou makes more sense…
{Rini shakes her head, her expression almost uncharacteristically serious.}
Rini Ishikawa: {in Japanese} No, because that would mean April is Jadeite… Maasu.
{Charlotte pales noticeably.}
Charlotte Shimizu: Nevermind. Shadow Galactica is fine.
{Nat barks a short laugh, clearly the only other person who understands the references judging by the blank looks on every other face.}
Roberto Verona: - If you’re quite finished it’s time we found a solution. Far be it from me to get between two parties so eager to tear into one another - but it’s about time we settled this in the ring. So, at Night of the Immortals we will have a tag team match - the Murder versus the Birds of Prey.
Vivienne Rodgers: We have no problem putting a boot to the throat of anyone.
Shea O’Hara: Yeah, I know. As you proved last week, firing the first shot.
Brooklyn Madrox: Nobody asked your opinion, Shea - in fact, the less I hear coming from you the better.
Shea O’Hara: And I wasn’t talking to you, Brook. I was talking to my former best friend, who seems to value a walking red flag over our friendship, but you know what? It’s fine. He’s obviously got you so wrapped up and feeling untouchable… They all make you feel like that, don’t they, V? Right up until they get bored with you and you ask me to bring you some mint ice cream to cry into. Well, when he leaves your ass this time, I won’t be there… then what?
{Vivienne quickly steps forward and throws a hard slap across the face of O’Hara, which is reciprocated without hesitation before Roberto can utter a word. The powder keg explodes as Charlie launches herself toward Brooklyn, Natasha meets a surprised April head-on, and Mai jumps at the chance to reach out for Rini. This, of course, leaves Shea and Vivienne to continue their assault on each other as well}
Roberto Verona:…..
{Roberto is cut off as the desk is violently shoved backward by Charlotte and Brooklyn’s brawling. A book, Allen Chaney’s ’Learn to Laugh’, is grabbed as a makeshift weapon. As Charlotte covers up she manages to push Brooklyn backwards over the desk with a lift of her legs. Verona, seeing that the situation has gotten well out of hand, deftly steps aside and exits the room to fetch The Legion before his office is destroyed.}
Terri Morasco: Oh no.
Vasco Dias: LET’S GO!
{Rini and Mai grapple by a dry bar that’s been set up against the far wall of the office. Mai grabs a bottle and Rini raises her hands in defense}
Rini Ishikawa: Wait!
{This gives Mai pause. Rini grabs the bottle and gently places it back on the cabinet, gesturing at the very expensive whiskey inside. Mai smiles.}
Mai Everstone: Thanks.
Rini Ishikawa: Most Welcome!
{Mai then bounces Rini’s head off the wall as she staggers away, and Mai pours herself two fingers quickly and downing it in one gulp, and making a ‘not bad’ face before Rini tackles Mai off-screen with a flying forearm!}
Terri Morasco: This is getting out of hand.
Vasco Dias: HIT HER WITH A CHAIR!
{Nat and April are hockey fighting on the other side of the desk that Charlie and Brooklyn are brawling on when Nat catches April in the Goliath Bird Eater, and April holds on using the desk for support as a hand reaches for something, anything, pulling out a stapler! She lowers it down towards Nat’s face as she starts to fade and one of Nat’s hands has to let go of the hold to fend off the stapler. April, in a moment of clarity, starts to fire staples into Nat’s face. Nat spits and flinches as the metal, though doing no real harm distracts her enough to let go. April, finally, firmly places the Stapler at Nat’s skull, presses it inward and … and … nothing happens. Just a loud clunk as the stapler appears to have been emptied. Nat blinks touching her head and then stares at April, who takes a moment to block Nat’s leg so she can’t resecure the Triangle!}
Terri Morasco: Roberto needs to get control here.
Vasco Dias: Night of the Immortals is set to be the biggest cat fight in IWF history!
{Shea and Vivienne exchange forearms back and forth. Vivienne’s strength gets the better of Shea for a moment, but Shea kicks at Vivienne’s knee to take some of the strength out of the onslaught. Vivienne charges in again, but Shea ducks and instinctively hit an exploder suplex into a nearby bookcase; books and shelves collapsing everywhere as Vivienne connects!
We barely have time to react as Charlotte gets the upper hand, stepping off the desk to do a small backflip get space, and taking a breath to run once more at Brooklyn to knock her over the desk before separating away briefly to grab Mai, throwing her over the desk in a smooth motion to join Brooklyn. Smiling, Charlotte takes Rini’s hand.}
Charlotte Shimizu: Yōidesu ka?
Rini Ishikawa: Hai!
{Charlotte then pulls her partner into an assisted Irish Whip helping both lift up and launch Rini over the desk in a dropkick to both Murder members! Charlotte gives a wild grin before running after to use the desk as a vault and Mai, who got the least of it, then eats a flying Charlotte!
Vivienne picks herself up as Shea has turned to step out of the way of a flying Rini, only to get launched herself backwards into a wall by Vivienne, who hits her own suplex and then returns to mounted strikes as Shea takes a moment to cover up and trap an arm
Brooklyn is up finally as Mai is once again brawling with Rini behind the desk and they spill along the wall grabbing Charlotte from behind as she was wailing on April to separate her from Nat and was crossing to lay a wailing on Vivienne. Brooklyn kicks Charlotte in the gut and turns her to drop Charlotte across the desk with a scoop slam. The expensive desk flexes a bit, wobbles and Charlotte bounces off the thing as she ends up looking back holding her back and looks at the offending wood and then Brooklyn with a furrowing brow. Grinning, Charlotte charges forwards and grabs Brooklyn’s head to bounce it off the desk and then stands up to pull Brooklyn up to hit a snapping brainbuster of her own. Both Brooklyn and Charlotte bounce off the thing and Charlotte gives the desk an irritated look as she grabs her back again}
Charlotte Shimizu: Well, screw you too, Newton…
{Shea finally has Vivienne isolated in an armbar, though Vivienne is doing her best to fight it. Meanwhile April and Mai decide to move on from their attacks on Rini and focus on catching Natasha, they double team Natasha backing her up to near the desk, where Charlotte tries to help Natasha, only for April to intercept and now it has broken down into a brawl between Charlotte and April and Natasha and Mai with the Murder more than holding their own. Roberto finally returns with his Legion to try and restore some order to the absolute chaos that seems to show no signs of slowing down.
The Legion storms in to start trying to pull the ladies apart. Making their way towards the brawl still happening, one of the poor souls is grabbed by Charlotte as an improvised defense against Brooklyn. Already mid-motion, Brooklyn winds up putting the hapless, nameless, person through Roberto’s desk, which finally gives up the ghost. The masked person sprawls out and there’s almost a moment of shared celebration between Brooklyn and Charlotte before Charlotte goes to swing again and is grabbed by a couple of legion members and pulled back even as a couple more intercept Brooklyn as well.
As the Legion members finally manage to separate the two factions and herd them away from each other, Roberto Verona surveys the destruction wrought upon his domain. The overhead light crashes to the floor, the glass shattering as the executive coolly pours himself a glass of whiskey.}
Roberto Verona: Just wait until they hear who the special guest commentator is going to be…
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IWF WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
1500 Word Limit
Jason "J-TV" Hathaway vs. Adel Travent
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{ The Paris De La Defense Arena has been chosen to represent Tuesday Night Sacrifice for IWF’s premiere feature of sports entertainment tonight. The French audience are more than ecstatic and grateful for their home being selected for this event as evidenced by the ear-shattering chants and reactions to each segment and match. With the card flowing so smoothly, it is time to endure the weekly television championship match tonight. The live broadcast of the show transitions back to the commentary table for Vasco Dias and Terri Morasco. }
Terri Morasco: Ladies and gentlemen, we live here in France and the audience is going haywire every second! I’ve never seen such an audience be alive like this which means we are definitely going to be coming back here for more!
Vasco Dias: Indeed, I’ve been learning my French here too but time for that later as we have now arrived at our IWF Television Championship match where defending champion, Jason” J-TV” Hathaway, will defend against one of our IWF Performance Athletes, Adel Trevant.
Terri Morasco: Adel Trevant has been a strong trainee from the IWF Performance Center. After his recent performances on the developmental team, IWF has decided to reward him with a television championship. Although he has been a little arrogant, it’s no doubt he will do everything in his power to become champion tonight.
Vasco Dias: Yeah well he’s facing the recently new IWF World Television Champion, Jason “J-TV” Hathaway who is looking to start his quest to becoming IWF Decimus Champion! 10 Defenses and this will be his 1st. Although we could expect more fallout from The Savage Kingdom and The Kings of Flight, let’s kick it off!
{ The camera switches the transition from the commentary section to the inside of the ring where Alison Valiance is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand. }
Alison Valiance: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the IWF World Television Championship!
{ “Uptown Funk” by Bruno Mars plays from the venue’s surround systems at a high volume but the French audience appreciate the music to a little dance. The dancing atmosphere switches to a hostile one as Adel Travent steps out from backstage pretending to be a funny dancer mocking the French audience but then stands center stage waving his hands around his waist gesturing he will be the new champion. }
Alison Valiance: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Nowhere, Oklahoma! At six feet, one inch tall, weighing in at 220 lbs! He is Adel Trevant!
{ Adel has climbed up the steel steps then stands on the middle turnbuckle outside the ropes to raise both his arms in the air. He rubs his face, smiles into the camera and ignores the fans at ringside causing a bitter reaction from the audience. Adel hops over the top rope into the ring then stands in his designated corner warming up as his music fades to silence. }
Terri Morasco: Adel Travent has been waiting for an opportunity to make a name for himself. I can’t think of a better way than to become IWF World Television Champion.
{ The camera feed cuts to a static 'J-TV' logo, as a male voiceover plays over the loudspeakers. }
"Nobody fully understands the effect lightning has on its victims, but strange things seem to happen."
{ As 'Sferic Waves' begins to play, the feed begins to play small video scenes in quick succession. First, a video of Jason Hathaway on the "Jason Shopping Channel" presenting a brand new, state of the art toaster-oven, then a clip of Hathaway testifying at trial before being tackled by an enraged defendant. A news broadcast with J-TV as the anchorman is next, followed by a scene of Jason wrestling an alligator in the everglades, complete with Croc-Hunter gear. }
"I never thought I would be struck by lightning. I mean, you hear about it, but it always happens to somebody else, never to you."
{ The lights begin to flicker and spin as the feed returns to normal, and Jason Hathaway emerges onto the stage. Robbie the Camera Guy is right behind him, with an entire crew all wielding cameras in tow. The screens all cut to different angles from the various cameras, complete with a "J-TV" watermark in the corner of each one. }
Alison Valiance: Introducing his opponent! Hailing from Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio! At six feet, two inches tall, weighing in at 220 pounds! He is the IWF World Television Champion, Jason “TV” Hathaway!
{ Jason saunters his way down the aisle, swaying and dancing to the blaring surf-rock playing through the speakers and posing for his personal camera crew. Every few seconds, another brief television snippet interrupts. When they reach the apron, Robbie puts down the camera and slides into the ring first, quickly snatching the microphone from the ring announcer. }
"Ladies and Gentlemen, you are now watching... J! T! V!"
Hathaway walks around the side of the ring and hops up onto the apron and flips over the top rope, letting his sunglasses fall off in the process as he drops to a knee and poses in the middle of the ring with his arms spread wide. Robbie slides Jason's jacket off and leaves the ring as Jason slides over to his corner. }
"If one's gonna get ya... You ain't gonna see it."
Vasco Dias: Our new IWF World Television Champion is the personification of the championship. Jason Hathaway, the creator, productor and director of “J-TV” now holds his biggest prized possession to defend tonight. Let’s get this underway!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
{ Jason and Adel leave their corners simultaneously. The audience are seated and leaning in forward to the ring as both men meet in the center of the ring. Jason attempts for a lock up but Adel simply stands there raising his hands up for a size of strength challenge but Jason knows better than that. Instead, he quickly kicks him in the ribs to keep bent forward for a superior football Kick into the shoulder blade standing back up followed by a Leaping Enzuigiri Kick knocking Adel down! }
Terri Morasco: Adel Travent has to be smarter than that. Jason Hathaway is a very talented professional wrestler who has the experience, gut and determination to win by any means necessary.
{ Adel is down on the canvas then rolls under the bottom rope to fall to the ringside mat. The French audience boo’s Jason who stands up from the kick and struts around the ring to enjoy his work. He leaves the ring to the apron and stands by the turnbuckles measuring Adel rising up to the apron. He sprints across the apron and attempts the superior football Kick but it’s caught in the hands of his opponent! }
Vasco Dias: Uh oh! Adel has that leg in his grasp!
{ Adel drags the leg into him catching Jason in a Back Suplex position until dropping his spine first across the apron edge. The fans at ringside groan from the impact and Adel claps his hands enjoying his work. }
Terri Morasco: Back Suplex onto the apron! Adel loves to use backbreakers and that may not help Jason as he gets back into the ring!
{ Jason gets rolled into the ring by Adel who follows afterwards. Jason barely manages to stand up until getting lifted off the mat to be dragged across his knee from the Uranage Backbreaker! }
Vasco Dias: Uranage Backbreaker and here is the pin attempt!
One!
..
Two!
{ Jason kicks out from the pin attempt and Adel argues with the referee to count faster. Changing tactics, he sits up Jason from behind, places his right knee behind him and clasps his hand around his chin to apply the Rear Chinlock. The added pressure with the knee on his spine and pulling his chin back makes the submission more painful that the referee checks in on Jason who refuses to tap out. }
Terri Morasco: Rear Chinlock by Adel Trevant! I know management in IWF is very impressed with his performance but don’t count him out yet! Jason is starting to fight back against his strength!
{ Jason begins to find the strength and carry both their weight back to his feet. Adel attempts to club him from behind but his opponent slaps the hold off of him before stepping sideways back with a Superkick clocking Adel in the chin! }
Vasco Dias: Superkick!
{ Adel falls back into the ropes then rebounds still on his feet until Jason moves around him hugging his waist with his other arm trapped in a Hammerlock. He lifts him backwards over his head for the Hammerlock German Suplex planting Adel on his neck with a bridged pin attempt! }
Vasco Dias: J-Plex! J-Plex! J-Plex! The trademarked Hammerlock German Suplex and here is the pin attempt!
One!
..
Two!
..
{ No! Adel shoots his body out of the pin attempt before the referee counts three. Jason has already stood up and leans back against the turnbuckles of his corner watching Adel stand on his hands and knees. He gets onto the apron before shifting his body in between the ropes and leaps over the head of Adel to drive his body down into him, planting his face off the mat! The French audience cheers for the delivery of that finishing move as Jason rolls his opponent over for the pin attempt! }
Terri Morasco: FameBreaker! There it is! Here is the pin attempt!
One!
..
Two!
..
Three!!!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
{ “Sferic Waves” by Man or Astro-Man? Replays from the surround systems and Jason stands up on the canvas receiving the IWF World Television Championship belt. He looks off to the audience booing him but doesn’t care as he holds up the championship belt in his grasp. }
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
Participants: Roberto Verona, Cliff Cook and Randon Haynes
Cliff and Randon are called before the Legion to answer for last week's show.
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{ We return from a brief break to Roberto Verona’s office backstage where he sits – flanked once again by his Legion – in front of Cliff Cook and Randon Haynes who shoot one another distrusting glances. }
Roberto Verona: Well, would you like to explain yourselves?
Cliff Cook: Y’see, sir–
Randon Haynes: It’s like this–
Cliff Cook: I was explaining it!
Randon Haynes: You’re gonna tell him lies!
Cliff Cook: I wouldn’t! You’re the idiot who decided to book Jennie against Black Widow!
Randon Haynes: That was a brilliant match, and Black Widow deserves it!
{ Cliff rolls his eyes, and turns his attention to Roberto Verona. }
Cliff Cook: SIR–
Roberto Verona: I’m not interested in excuses, from either of you. After Miss Fowler’s indiscretions we’re undergoing a process of corporate restructuring and last week was your opportunity to demonstrate your ability to work collaboratively, for the good of the company.
{ Verona pinches the bridge of his nose and screws up his eyes and he sighs with frustration. }
Roberto Verona: It has become abundantly clear to me that you’re incapable of co-existing
Randon Haynes: Sir, if I could just…
{ Verona looks up. }
Roberto Verona: No, you may not.
{ Verona lifts himself up and looks at the pair. }
Roberto Verona: You two are going to settle this – once and for all – at Night of the Immortals.
Cliff Cook: I don’t quite follow?
Roberto Verona: It’s going to be Randon Haynes versus Cliff Cook – in a two out of three falls match.
Randon Haynes: Wait – what!?
Roberto Verona: If you’re going to continue in this combative approach the least you can do is make the company some money whilst you do so.
{ Verona raises a finger before either can reply further. }
Roberto Verona: However, I recognise that despite your failings last week you have been largely diligent in your duties. So, because I’m not an unreasonable man, in the overall spirit of opportunity and earning your place in this company I’ll give you both a chance to determine your fate. The first all will be for the opportunity to be the General Manager of Sacrifice, the second to be General Manager of Odyssey.
Cliff Cook: And the third?
Roberto Verona: If Randon can successfully pin you – we can put an end to these clock and dagger charades with your phone.
{ Verona nods as Cliff has already reached into his pocket – pausing when he realises he is been watched. }
Cliff Cook: And if I win?
Roberto Verona: Then you may keep your secrets… for now – though I’ll be meeting with your benefactor after Night of the Immortals regardless.
Cliff Cook: How’s it gonna feel to be out of a job, Randon?
{ Cliff asks with resonating confidence, adjusting his suit jacket. }
Randon Haynes: You think an insignificant, red-headed little cockroach like you is going to beat me on the biggest stage of them all?
Cliff Cook: I alluded to that!
Randon Haynes: I'm glad you're so confident. It'll hurt you that much more when I bring the biggest can of Raid the world has ever seen with me to Night of the Immortals and drown you in it!
Cliff Cook: That's not what Raid does...
Randon Haynes: But don't you worry, when the doctors clear you to come back to work, I'll make sure you have a job to come back to. It just won't be this job. You'll be scrubbing urinals with a toothbrush, Ginger. And I will make sure everyone but you has as many bobas as they can drink, so those urinals get plenty of use for you.
Cliff Cook: …
{ Cliff glares at Randon who just appears smug as he chuckles and walks out of the office. }
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MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM MATCH
3000 Word Limit (Either two 1500 individual roleplays or 3000 combined roleplay)
Allen Chaney & Serenity Holmes vs. Gregor Winter & Itami
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{ Gregor and Itami are the first ones to come down to the ring; ready for the battle that they know is going to be ahead of them, and looking to turn their luck around…a win here tonight could justifiably give them a good leap amongst the rankings. The next to come out is Serenity Holmes, and she wastes no time with getting into the ring; Gregor and Itami scramble from the ring just as she looks like she’s not even going to wait for the arrival of her tag team partner, Allen Chaney, and she doesn’t wait in the ring too long before “Shimmy Shimmy Ya” blares through the PA and Allen Chaney rushes down to the ring.
Team MOD re-enters the ring, and the two teams start squaring off right off the bat! Both Serenity and Allen are looking to send a message to their opponents by taking the fight to them! The referee tries to regain control as the bell hasn’t even rung yet – when Allen takes Gregor to the outside, the bell finally sounds kickstarting the match between Serenity and Itami. Serenity and Itami trade back and forth for a good portion of the opening of the official match, but when Serenity starts getting fired up, she starts getting all the momentum in favor of her team! Allen and Gregor finally make it to their respective corners, each one trying to cheer on their counterpart. Serenity catches Itami with a good elbow that staggers her before taking her over with GHOSTED! Serenity is able to get a near fall, but Gregor is there to break it up.
Serenity attempts to keep the momentum in swing of her team, but a sitout jawbreaker gives Itami enough time to scramble for the tag…as per Sacrifice rules, Allen enters the fray opposite of Gregor, and the two men start going back and forth with shots! The crowd is getting more and more psyched with every shot thrown from either man! But the Funny Fat Fuck is able to steal the momentum away from Gregor with a well-timed bionic elbow that starts allowing him to rain in with a series of offense. Allen Chaney is able to eventually get Gregor onto his shoulders and go for GO TO BRANSON! THE GTB! Allen gets another nearfall here, but Itami breaks the cover.
Allen starts arguing with the referee for a moment about keeping control over things, throwing in some mannerisms to get the audience more involved and such while simultaneously expressing his displeasure…It gives Gregor the opportunity to roll Allen into a schoolyard cover and almost steal it away, but Allen kicks out! Allen rolls back to his feet and is looking for Gregor who is slower…Allen has the chance, and he sees it! HECKLER CONTROL! Allen Chaney makes the cover, and Serenity is there just in time to stop Itami from breaking up the cover. ALLEN SCORES THE PINFALL! }
{ Chaney rises up and has his hand held triumphantly aloft, clearly very satisfied with himself as his undefeated run continues. Chaney turns and beckons for Serenity to join him in the ring to celebrate their victory… but Holmes appears a little reluctant. }
Terri Morasco: Allen Chaney looked impressive tonight, sending a clear message to his opponents in the Joker in the Pack.
Vasco Dias: Even clowns have their day, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: Are you incapable of giving him a compliment?
{ Chaney continues to wave at Serenity who finally begins to half get into the ring… only to pause. Allen looks confused but as he does so various members of Legion pour through newly opened gaps in the barricades. Serenity closes her eyes, clearly struggling with an element of regret, before shaking her head, withdrawing from the ropes and hopping off the apron. Before Chaney can fully prepare himself the ring is swarmed with masked figures who immediately make a beeline for Comedian who force him to the mat. The crowd begins to boo as Chaney is rained down upon with a flurry of fists and boots, doing his best to defend himself but ultimately to no avail. After the last spark of defiance is beaten out of him, he is finally overwhelmed. Serenity turns to look over her shoulder, clearly conflicted with what’s occurring but despite the pleas of the fans at ringside for her to return to help, she turns and walks up the ramp. }
Vasco Dias: This is fantastic, hit him again!
Terri Morasco: Chaney has been completely blindsided after a hellacious encounter, this is disgusting.
Vasco Dias: This is justice.
{ Suddenly the curtains open and another group of Legion march out, splitting into two files as they flank Roberto Verona. The CEO begins to march down to the ring with a smile on his face, halting as he reaches the conflicted figure of Serenity. The pair share a look with one another as Verona eventually nods, beginning his march back down to the ring as Holmes bows her head and walks through the middle and towards the back. Inside the ring the assault continues as Verona hops up onto the ring apron and gestures for the collection of a microphone. After one is retrieved, he climbs through the ropes and into the ring, walking to loom over the prone body of Chaney. Roberto instructs a member of Legion to lift Chaney’s now bloodied face up as he bends his knees and lowers himself down to Allen’s level. He looks at him for a moment before lifting the mic to his lips. }
Roberto Verona: Who’s laughing now?
{ Chaney scowls at Verona as he drifts in and out of consciousness. }
Roberto Verona: Did you think this was all a game? Welcome to the consequences of your actions, believe me the cost to you will outweigh any financial losses you have cost me. I will do everything in my power to leave you with no excuses after Night of the Immortals.
{ A sick grin runs across Verona’s face. }
Roberto Verona: I’ll see you in two weeks, Allen… in the Joker in the Pack.
{ Verona nods for Chaney to be let go as he lifts himself up. }
Terri Morasco: What!? Verona is the sixth entrant into the Joker in the Pack!?
Vasco Dias: He could have accepted his fate and moved on, he chose this path to glory, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: Perhaps you may question his methods, but Allen has acknowledged Warren deserves his shot, he just wanted what he felt he was owed.
Vasco Dias: And he’s got it. In the real world, actions have consequences.
{ Verona walks to the middle of the ring and leans over the ropes as his Legion forms a rank behind him in the ring above Chaney and below along the mat in front of him. The crowd continues to boo, thought it doesn’t appear to phase him as our final show before Night of the Immortals fades to black with the IWF copyright logo in the corner of our screen and we go to a brief break before the press conference. }
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SEGMENT
3000 Word Limit
Participants: Dean Harper, Jennie Fenix, Warren Harper, Charlotte Shimizu and Caleb Cannin
IWF World Champions Dean Harper and Jennie Fenix and their challengers Warren Harper and Charlotte Shimizu learn which night they will compete in the main event of Night of the Immortals as they come face to face for the final time at a live press conference!
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{The camera opens to a backstage conference area with Jennie Fenix and Charlotte Shimizu on one side, Damien Sparks in the middle, Dean Harper and Warren Harper at the other, and security dotting around the room.}
Damien Sparks: Hello and welcome to this very special press conference.Thank you all for coming. Joining me are the participants of this year’s main events at the biggest show of the year, Night of the Immortals. The premier live event will be the biggest in company history, taking place over not one but two nights for the first time ever…
{Dean is leaning back in his chair not paying much attention to what Damien is saying while Warren is leaning forward paying close attention. Charlotte and Jennie wait with bated breath.}
Damien Sparks: The IWF executive Championship committee has decided that Night One will be headlined by The Harpers going one on one for the Men’s World Championship to conclude a stunning trilogy of matches that began at last year’s Extinction Event, whilst Night Two will be headlined by the 2024 Iron Maiden Charlotte Shimizu taking on the current reigning two time Women’s World Champion Jennie Fenix one on one for the first time ever. Their match will also mark Miss Fenix’s second consecutive Night of the Immortals main event…
Jennie Fenix: Woo!
Damien Sparks: I’d like to begin by fielding questions about the Night One Main Event…
{Dean smirks. While a hand shoots up from the crowd.}
Ella Kelley: Wait… what about Caleb Cannin?
{Charlotte pulls out a bag of popcorn.}
Caleb Caninn: Yes, what about me?
{Dean sits back fully in his chair.}
Caleb Caninn: Don’t worry. I’m sure Mr. Fancy Suit there knows.
Damien Sparks: Well, Mr Cannin, you’re right of course. You have not been forgotten. Mr Verona acknowledges your desire to cash in at Night of the Immortals and I can confirm that as per the terms of your Joker In The Pack contract, you have been granted a World Championship match at Night of the Immortals, but not on Night One. In order to preserve the integrity of the annual Roulette Winner’s right to also challenge at the event, Warren will face Dean one on one and then you, Mr Cannin will have the right to challenge the winner of that match on Night Two for the Men’s World Championship…
Caleb Cannin : Suits me just fine. Those clowns can have their very public lover’s quarrel and beat the crap out of each other over who is the best belt warmer for me, and then whoever is left standing will be forced to acknowledge that The Future is inevitable and that their brief time in the sun has passed. It doesn’t matter which Harper it is, they will both be little more than a trivial footnote in my story and my main event victory as I usher in a new, brighter, more secure future….
{Charlotte offers some to Jennie who takes a handful of popcorn. Warren Harper has been uncharacteristically quiet this entire time, just listening and observing, content to bide his time. But even his saintly patience has limits as he finally adjusts in his chair, shooting a flirtatious wink across at Dean Harper, before smirking at Caleb.}
Warren Harper: Oh how cute! The guy who until now has been content to sit on his golden ticket for about a year now has finally found his balls and wants to cash in and play spoiler on my moment. You know, Caleb, I would be more worried about all of this if I hadn’t already seen another loud mouth Joker try to play this exact same game before. His name was Mike Laszlo and he too wanted to play spoiler on the better man’s Roulette win with his cash in at Night of the Immortals against a dominant champion and a hungry challenger. I know you probably don’t give a shit about history since you concern yourself only with the future, but trust me kid, you really should take a lesson from the failures of Mike Laszlo against Roberto Verona and Jake Conway. I have, and you know what I learned? There’s no such thing in this business as a perfect moment or a happy ending…
{Warren glances briefly at Dean again, then quickly back to Caleb.}
Warren Harper: And when I’m done proving myself to be Dean’s better half both in and out of the ring, I will deny you everything that the world once denied me…
{Warren settles back in his chair, confident and assured in himself. Charlotte is bright red by the time he stops talking and tries to cover her reaction by coughing, but it’s very clearly laughing. Jennie starts fidgeting in her seat, and then pats herself a couple of times as if looking for something…}
Jennie Fenix: Was that a speech? Were we supposed to prepare a speech?!!
{She sighs and sinks back into her chair.}
Jennie Fenix: I don’t have a speech.
Charlotte Shimizu: And I didn’t bring my measuring tape… Can we at least get something new if we gotta watch you two go at each other again? Naked in mud never gets old…
Warren Harper: Oh, I have big plans for my Sweetness this go around. I promise the world will see something it’s never seen before, and something no amount of training can prepare Dean for…
{Warren smirked at Dean playfully, again. Dean flushes slightly but looks forward.}
Dean Harper: I’m willing to make it interesting. But if I have to put on a cheesecake match, so should you, Shimizu.
{Jennie pounds her fist on the table.}
Jennie Fenix: Did you take my cheesecake?! Tara says it wasn’t her, and I’m not fully convinced, but did you take it?!
Dean Harper: What? Me? Noooo….
{Charlotte merely shrugs, leaning back in her chair and snacking on more popcorn.}
Charlotte Shimizu: I’m just sayin’… You two wanna bare all for the world, why not be bare?
Warren Harper: Making an exhibition of herself for free in front of the world is more a Fenix thing, you know the opponent you should be focusing on instead of almost choking yourself to death whilst dreaming about me being naked for your every sordid whim. Only my husband is allowed to do that…
{Warren winks at Dean once more, knowingly. Dean went a little red.}
Dean Harper: heh, bears. Anyway…
Caleb Cannin : I am standing right here.
Charlotte Shimizu: {muttering} At least someone got the joke…
Warren Harper: Oh I got it, Charlie. I just didn’t find it funny. They do say it’s all in the delivery, don’t they? Maybe Jennie can give you some tips on that, she is after all engaged to a supposedly funny comedian…
{Jennie narrows her eyes on Warren.}
Jennie Fenix: I had something nice to say to you, but now you can forget it!
Warren Harper: Oh no, how ever will I cope without the compliments and validation of Jennie Fenix? Oh wait, it turns out…quite easily!
{Warren smirks, uncharacteristically more confident and assured than Dean was used to seeing. Jennie leans forward.}
Jennie Fenix: Aren’t you the one these people are supposed to cheer for, but you’re really just showing yourself as a grand manipulator. Some bad vibes there, because you’re a fake, to me, to Dean, to these fans, you’re fake. I guess I’ll finally call you on it. I mean— for someone not trying to be their father, you have a silly way of ending up exactly like him. And frankly, he can do better.
{ She scoffs and flashes an insincere smile at Warren, and leans back in her chair, rolling her eyes exaggeratingly. }
Warren Harper: You say that as if I haven’t heard it all before. I would be offended if I cared about what Dean’s dear Aunt Jennie thought about me, but I don’t. Whatever my Sweetness and I are going through right now doesn’t concern you, and frankly nor should it considering that you’re facing one of the fastest rising stars in your division on the grandest stage of them all. I’d think you’d be a little more concerned with that than my relationship with Dean. Now I know there’s a good chance I’ll need to work double duty at the PPV, but I really didn’t think I’d need to work double duty here tonight and promote the women’s side of things as well as my own. Surely, a renowned two time World Champion such as yourself Jennie shouldn’t need to be told how to stay in her own lane and do her own job.
Charlotte Shimizu: Oh… I’m sure she thinks she’s seen everything I can do. That or she’s still comparing herself to her big sister… Which is it this week Jennie?
Jennie Fenix: Honey, I know you’re trying to sell seats, but two things: one, don’t put words in my mouth, and two, we’re already sold out. Might wanna bite your tongue before people ask for a refund.
Charlotte Shimizu: You know that we’re not anime cosplayers, right? People might figure out it’s cheaper to go to a convention.
Jennie Fenix: Starting to sound a lot like Warren by firing those blanks.
Charlotte Shimizu: Oh! Sorry… Maybe I should crash your next party and make it about me… but then again, that’s what you would do…
Jennie Fenix: Oh, right, because trying to congratulate you is the worst possible thing I could’ve done, while you continue to trash my name, and my family, and come Night of the Immortals, I’m gonna make you eat every last word.
Charlotte Shimizu: That was congratulating me? Sounded more like you blowing your own horn.
Jennie Fenix: Are you listening to yourself? Do you need to watch the replay? But whatever, keep to your narrative. The people remember even if you don’t.
{A tense stare down between the girls is mirrored by Dean who stares at Caleb, whilst both Caleb and Warren eye the World title on his shoulder. After a few moments, Damien interjects, being instructed to do so through his earpiece.}
Damien Sparks: Well, as exciting as this has been, I’m being informed by management that we are out of our allotted time, so I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank the members of the press and media for joining us tonight. I’d also like to thank both the Champions and Challengers for taking time out of their busy schedules to promote the most significant two night live event in IWF history. The extravaganza begins on Sunday night and concludes the following Sunday, so please join us then. Good night.
{ Show closes. }
Well howdy there pardner.