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Post by Samira Conway on Sept 11, 2024 3:05:13 GMT
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2000 Word Limit
Participant: Shea O'Hara
Shea O'Hara explains her recent actions as she looked to make a statement against the IWF Women's World champion Charlotte Shimizu.
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{The signature āGolden Lionā IWF logo acts as a transitional bridge between the end of another action packed Network Exclusive edition of the Coliseum preshow and the opening of Odyssey. āHeart Of A Championā by Hollywood Undead plays over an updated montage of action clips and signature poses featuring gifted performers such as Rosa DeLuca, Rini Ishikawa, Natasha Walker, Tytus Rost, Nick Knight, Caroline Machado, Itami, RAM, Bella Morte, Vivienne Daniels, Cyrus Daniels, Dean Harper, Charlotte Shimizu, Pax Stormcrow, Mai Everstone, Nate Harris, Jack Ferriman and Serenity Holmes.
From this star-studded opening, this weekās episode transitions immediately to an exterior shot of The Murder locker-room backstage at the arena. Notably, two masked and hooded members of Roberto Veronaās private security enforcement troop known as The Legion are stationed either side of the door with their arms folded across their chests. Given Dean Harperās notorious reputation and The Murderās well established vendetta against him, Verona was obviously taking no chances in either side jeopardising tonightās big money main event as Vivienne Daniels sought revenge inside a steel cage. The Legion were under specific instructions to not allow unauthorised entry or exit to anyone.
Even Nathan Westlake, the senior camera operator who was there to film Shea OāHara had to wait a few moments whilst The Legion confirmed his authorisation through radio communications. Any agitation Nathan felt at the increased security measures was well hidden behind years of professional integrity, besides he couldnāt really complain, he had worked directly with Dean Harper when Dean had first started in the company as a cameraman himself. Nathan still kicked himself for apparently being such an awful judge of character back then, because he thought Dean was harmless and a good kid.
Of course, Nathanās questionable character judgment didnāt end at just his one-time work colleagues, but also his personal life as heād made the mistake of getting romantically involved, albeit briefly with former IWF star and once Head Trainer, Emma Danielson. She was in and out of company sponsored alcohol abuse rehabilitation so often that it didnāt take very long at all for the ill-fated relationship to inevitably end badly and for Nathan to solemnly promise himself that heād never even try dating another wrestler. They had far too many demons, which is probably why they were attracted to this particular profession as it was. Nathan took some solace in knowing he was not alone in bad relationship choices in the business, after all Dean Harper himself had fallen for Warren Kidd from behind a camera too, and now it was all too common knowledge how disastrously that had all ended.
Nathan felt an odd sense of relief when The Legion finally let him through to do his job, now he had something other than his personal regrets to focus on and devote his time and attention to.
In the background, off to one side Vivienne Daniels and Mai Everstone were engaged in conversation, but that was not the immediate concern or focus. The current Queenās Gambit 2024 contract holder, Shea OāHara held a red and gold replica briefcase in her lap as a visual prop and reminder of her status in the company. One side was even dented, presumably from when she had struck the new Womenās World Champion, Charlotte Shimizu with it to deliver a very personal message. A message she was now expected to elaborate on.
Shea wore sunglasses. Her dark grey āParkway Driveā shirt featured a not so subtle depiction of a woman lifting her normal face away as if it were a mask to reveal her true red faced devil underneath. This intentionally provocative band t-shirt was complemented by her navy leather jacket and matching studded short skirt, fishnets and boots. She also wore a single ear-loop headset microphone, so she was hands free as she sat back in the comfortable single seat red leather chair. A smile spread across her cherry coloured lips as she idly drummed fingers along the top side of the case, her right hand rhythmically tap danced above the dent whilst she spoke.}
Shea OāHara: Yāknow, as much as I love the pro wrestling business, and I do, with all my heart and soul like, there are still some standard workplace practices and expectations that I will never quite understand. Chief among them is the virtual guarantee that after somebody knocks somebody else on their arse unexpectedly, an explanation is demanded. Well, excuse me for living. Iām a professional wrestler, always wanted to be one, trained real hard, finally made it to the best company in the world where I could apply my craft and now regularly knocking people on their arse is a privilege I get paid good money for, like.
{Shea confidently smirks.}
Shea OāHara: So the way I see it, I donāt owe anybody any kinda explanation for what I did last week at Sacrifice or before that at Legacy, least of all any of these slow-witted morons here tonight live in Phoenix, Arizona.
{Audible booing from the sold out crowd only amuses Shea, idiots were so easy to work up.}
Shea OāHara: Besides, if you really need an explanation for why one wrestler physically assaults another in a combat sport where the very best of us literally win prizes for taking each other out for your entertainment on a weekly basis, youāre definitely not the smartest fan in the world and that probably means you already cheer somebody like innocent little moonbeam Rini Ishikawa or an perennial almost-was like Natasha Walker over a somebody legit like me, anyway.
{Shea brushes off her shoulder.}
Shea OāHara: And thatās fine. No really, itās okay. I donāt need the approval of thousands of bleating sheep who were fickle enough to turn on me the moment I turned on their newest favourite Japanese Indy sensation, Charlotte Shimizu. See, I may not be an original Diamond who was here from day one like Eternity or Jessica Reed, but I am still homegrown. This promotion, the one Charlie is so gosh darn proud to have taken by storm in under a year, the Imperial Wrestling Federation, nurtured my talents and built me from the ground up, and Iāve done everything that anybody ever asked of me. Iāve given back as much as I could, and as much as my health or personal circumstances would allow. It didnāt matter who made their demands of me, whether it was my trainers like Spike Kane, Emma Danielson or Ciara OāConnor, or one of the ever rotating management staff or even the big boss man himself, Roberto Verona, I did everything I was ever asked to the best of my abilities. Iāve always done my very best for this company, like.
{Shea OāHara flips her hair to one side as she holds her head up high.}
Shea OāHara: Hell, I even sucked it up in the Heiress tournament before last when management randomly decided that they finally had something for me after keeping me sidelined for three feckinā months after my return in September 2023. They needed somebody to believably match up to another seemingly unstoppable rising star of the Womenās Division in that yearās tournament, Jennie Fenix, and I was more than happy to be plugged in. In fact, I considered it a real honour to be seen as the litmus test for the freshest sensations that management wanted to back. I felt it validated that I still had value as an in-ring performer, especially after years as a talent scout after I thought my competitive days were behind me. I unselfishly took the utter embarrassment of being humiliated in my first match back on the chin ācause I tried not to lose sight of the bigger picture. I tried to keep in mind that this wasnāt about my personal success as much as it was about giving back to the company that had already given me so much, especially in my darkest hour after I lost my sweet baby boy or girl, Declan or Clarice, before I even found out which one of them I was bringing into this worldā¦
{There is a lengthy pause as Shea awkwardly swallows down the lump in her throat. She was thankful she had decided to keep her sunglasses on so nobody would see her tears on live TV as the pain of her miscarriage drained the colour from her cheeks.
Almost nobody else in her life knew before now that she had already picked out potential names for her unborn child. She had been so ready to be a good Catholic mother, but as it turned out cruel fate had other plans for her. It always had other plans for her. Sheaās personal dreams almost didnāt matter, so she was forced to take a different road now. A road of no return. She may have been denied everything personally, but sheād be damned before she allowed herself to be denied everything professionally too.
She had to draw the line somewhere, and at somebodyās expense.
It would have been easier if it had been Jennie but fickle fate now demanded that it be Charlie. So be it. Shea coughed twice and cleared her throat, sat up a little straighter and forced herself to set aside the grief that threatened to derail her train of thought prematurely.}
Shea OāHara: It was my thankless sacrifice that was the linchpin to Jennieās professional redemption, one I made ācause I selflessly thought about the greater good. I was happy to let Fenix carry the responsibility of being the best in the world whilst I knew I wasnāt quite ready for it. But just because I wasnāt ready doesnāt mean I wasnāt preparing my case for when I would beā¦
{Shea lifts the replica briefcase off her lap and caresses the dent Charlotteās hard head left in it.}
Shea OāHara: Yāsee Charlie, whilst most of our colleagues would revel in reminding you of the indelible asterisk that Fenixās sudden injury has irrevocably left on your IWF legacy, I donāt need to be quite so tired and predictable to make my point that youād be a damned fool to deny: The candle that burns twice as bright, burns half as long. And thereās absolutely no denying youāve been burning so damned bright, particularly these last few months, havenāt you, Charlie? If we were still friends, Iād tell you to slow down and pace yourself, like, but then youād no doubt remind me how you canāt because you have no damn brakes.
{Shea smiles, slowly and quite deliberately, almost forced.}
Shea OāHara: Must be why you ran headfirst into my briefcase last week, eh?
{Shea slowly set the briefcase back down in her lap.}
Shea OāHara: By your own admission, Charlie, you have no damn brakes, so I donāt see why I should give you any. Youāre the latest pony who has the rocket strapped to her back, just like I did when I won the Shieldmaiden at just 19 in only my fourth professional wrestling match the first time against the supposedly unstoppable force that was Kayla Richards and then became the youngest IWF Womenās World Champion for the time at barely 21 when I once again put a stop to the supposedly unstoppable beast that was Rowan MacDonnough. Not to mention that before that it was once again little old me who stepped up to the hallowed Diamond Dragon herself, Eternity and stifled her momentum when she was at her most unstoppable as the Openweight Champion. Seeing a pattern yet, Charlie? Iād bet your boyfriend is since he wants to convince social media that Iām nothing but a backstabber who attacked you out of fear. Bitch, even if that was even remotely true, which it absolutely isnāt, you should know that I donāt entertain fear, I conquer it.
{Shea takes a deep breath and finally seems to relax, as if she needed to remind herself who she was and who sheād always been and all the seemingly insurmountable challenges sheād already conquered in her career thus far. Charlotte Shimizu was simply her next.}
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SINGLES MATCH
TJ Alexander vs. Bryce de JƤger
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As soon as the bell rings TJ darted out of his corner, using his speed to circle Bryce, trying to find an opening. Bryce, unfazed, stood his ground, his eyes tracking TJās movements. TJ feigned a lockup, only to spring back and hit Bryce with a lightning-quick series of leg kicks, trying to chop the giant down early. Bryce winced but stayed standing.
Bryce lunged forward to grab TJ, but the smaller man ducked underneath and sprinted to the ropes. On the rebound, TJ attempted a springboard dropkick, aiming for Bryce's chest. But Bryce swatted TJ out of the air like a fly, sending him crashing to the mat.
The crowd gasped as Bryce grabbed TJ by the head, yanking him up and delivering a brutal Scoop Slam. The force of the impact sent TJ flipping backward, and Bryce quickly went for the cover.
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TJ kicked out, showing resilience early on.
Bryce remained dominant, using his size and power to wear TJ down. He threw TJ into the corner and followed up with a crushing body avalanche, causing TJ to crumple to the mat. Bryce dragged TJ up, lifting him for a gutwrench suplex, throwing him across the ring like a ragdoll.
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2...
Bryce kicked out with authority, but TJ had finally found his opening.
TJ, knowing he needed to keep the momentum going, stayed on the attack. He hit the ropes, using his speed to deliver a running hurricanrana, flipping Bryce onto his back. He followed it up with a standing moonsault, landing perfectly across Bryceās chest.
The fans erupted as TJ went for another cover.
1...
2...
Bryce powered out again, but the frustration was starting to show on his face. TJ quickly transitioned into his high-flying signature offense, running the ropes and hitting a tope con hilo through the ropes, crashing into Bryce on the outside.
The impact sent Bryce into the barricade, and TJ immediately capitalized. He climbed to the top turnbuckle, eyeing Bryce, and leaped off with a 450 splash, landing square on Bryceās chest outside the ring. The crowd was on their feet, chanting, āThis is awesome!ā
Bryce and TJ make it back into the ring. Bryce hits a BLACK STAR pinning TJ for the win.
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SEGMENT
The Champs is Here
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Iyo Kenshin: I am getting news that we have something going on outside the arena. Letās cut to Willy.
{ The image switches to Willy pushing out the door with a camera crew just behind. Outside of the door a dark gray Lucid Air has pulled up to idle in the lot. The back door opens and Pax Stormcrow steps outside of the car to the thunderous cheers of the crowd. Heās dressed comfortably in a pair of faded blue jeans and a āSeventh Generation Wrestlersā t-shirt that shows the faces of Jack, Nate, Charlotte and Pax. Of course, The Menās World Championship is settled firmly around his waist. He looks to Willy and upnods him before he turns back to the car to hand Charlie out of the car to another round of cheers. She wears the same t-shirt matched with a red ribbon skirt with white 7 point stars and black, silver, and gold ribbons}
Pax Stormcrow: Hey, what up Willy. One sec.
{ Charlotte is carrying her championship carefully in her hands. Pax takes it from her and she turns around so that he can carefully secure it around her waist as she holds up her braided hair out of the way. She turns her head over her shoulder and the two share a look and a smile. They step around the car as the trunk pops and they each pull out a set of rolling luggage. }
Pax Stormcrow: Sorry about that Willy, how can I help ya.
Willy Carter: No worries. Loving the new shirts man.
Pax Stormcrow: Thanks Neech. Goin live tonight on IWF.com.
{ Pax holds out a fist that Willy cheerfully bumps back. Charlotte smiles brightly at Willy. }
Charlotte Shimizu: Hello Mr Carter. Hate to run right away but I need to get to some things. Hey you!
{ Charlotte tugs on Paxās arm to turn him around and she steps in so her body is shielded from the camera. We see Pax lean down as Charlotteās arms slip around his neck, some fingers tangling in his hair. The two embrace briefly before Charlotte grabs her luggage and walks off. }
Charlotte Shimizu: Love ya, Pax.
{ Pax stares after her, cheeks lightly flushed as he blinks a few times. Willy grins at the camera for a moment before holding the microphone out. }
Willy Carter: So Pax, kind of a surprise to see you tonight.
Pax Stormcrow: Huh?
Willy Carter: { Laughs } Over here buddy.
{ Pax shakes himself and pushes his fingers through his hair. }
Pax Stormcrow: Right! Sorry.
Willy Carter: Understandable. So you arenāt booked tonight. Some might figure youād take some time off after the heavy travel schedule.
Pax Stormcrow: Look, Iām not gonna lie? Iād rather take some time. Rest up at home. Maybe hang out with the travel fam. Relax for a bit. But this? { He reaches down to pat the belt around his waist. } This means I donāt get a break, regardless of what some might think. We got Allen Chaney discussing his future and only a fool donāt see that we are gonna be crossing paths soon.
Willy Carter: So you are here to hear what Allen Chaney has to say?
Pax Stormcrow: Iām here to plant the flag. The champ is here and the champ is ready to compete. I am ready to wrestle all day, everyday.
Willy Carter: Donāt we know it! So you got your gear with you. Whatās going on? Open Challenge? Exhibition? Maybe a dark match for the local fans?
Pax Stormcrow: Never can tell whatās gonna happen. Iāmma head in though. Always good talking to you.
Willy Carter: Same, champ. Take it easy. Iyo, Rayne, back to you.
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2000 Word Limit
Participant: RAM
RAM issues a challenge to Jason "J-TV" Hathaway for next week's episode of Sacrifice.
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{ We find RAM lounging about in an empty backstage office, sipping from a can of Dr. Pepper when he heard a knock on the partially-cracked open door. He stood up to see his former high school classmate Tommy Figgins stepping into the picture, carrying an official document with him. }
RAM: Haven't seen you in a while. You okay...?
Tommy Figgins: Bad news, I...I didn't make it to the IWF Gladiators division. "Wait a year or two and get your feet wet," they said.
{ Tommy paused. }
Tommy Figgins: Here's the fun part, though. They're gonna let me shadow you, do some observations.
{ RAM shook his head before plopping himself back down behind the desk. }
RAM: Greatā¦
{ Tommy noticed the unexpected mannerism. }
Tommy Figgins: You're not looking too good there, RAM-bo.
RAM: Damn right, I haven't been lookin' too good since that Japan tour. When, you knowā¦
{ Tommy nodded solemnly, knowing what RAM was talking about. }
Tommy Figgins: Ya, let's just keep it out of IWF's prying eyes.
RAM: It ain't easy, bub. Someone's bound to leak it -- and Imperial's gonna make a quick buck or two from it. That's why I hate this place sometimes -- punchin' people and bashin' dicks in come second to all the fake-ass, lovey-dovey bullshit that gets shoved down our throats.
{ RAM took his last sip from his drink and tossed the now-emptied soda can into a pink recycling bin -- only for it to clang off the rim and land on the floor. }
Tommy Figgins: Your point being?
RAM: D.T.A. Don't trust anybody.
Tommy Figgins: I trust you, man. After all, you're the one who's helped me break out of my older brother's shadow.
{ RAM cleared his throat. }
RAM: You shouldn't. I treated you like shit in high school. I...I treated Caroline like shit here. Y'allā¦
{ He then paused, perhaps letting his mind hearken back to the Japan tour. }
RAM: ...y'all deserve better than that, better than me.
Tommy Figgins: Don't say that. That ain't the pain-in-the-neck RAM-bo I once knew...
{ RAM chuckled. }
RAM: Tell ya what, I'm still gonna be a general pain-in-the-ass, but Tommy...it took balls for you to try out for IWF despite it bein' a cesspool of nepos, god complexes, spooky bitches, and other bullshit gimmicks.
Tommy Figgins: Thanks. So...what's this I hear that you challenged J-TV to a street fight next week?!
RAM: Goddman right, I did -- and he's wastin' his time jackin' off to his one or two YouTube subscribers. Runnin' his mouth and tellin' the world about his phony-ass impressive title reign. And apparently, Discord was too small of a network to issue the challenge -- so I'll do it here, then. Street fight, next week, tick-tock-tick-tock...
{ RAM paused, smirking from ear to ear as the camera pans right, focusing on a red duffel bag labeled "RAM'S BAG OF GOODIES." }
RAM: Ol' RAM-bo's gonna bust his ass and bring him into MY world: where the only thing that matters is whether or not you can survive with your nuts intact.
{ Tommy laughed. }
Tommy Figgins: That's the RAM-bo I remember from school! You think Nate Harris is gonna get involved somewhat?
RAM: It's his choice -- and his funeral should he make the wrong one. If he wants to start shit on commentary, I say let him. I made a livin' on the streets for nothin' less than flat Dr. Peppers. Next week ain't gonna be no different.
{ RAM pulled out his phone and opened up WhatsApp. He added Tommy's number to his list of contacts. }
Tommy Figgins: You got WhatsApp?
RAM: Yup. I rarely use the thing these days, but I've added you on there. If I'm gonna deal with this whole therapy thing, I might as well have someone to talk to when I'm lonely...
{ At that moment, RAM's voice trailed off. He opened up another chat and played a recently-sent voice note -- his eyes widened upon hearing the kind, calm voice of Caroline Machado on the other end. The message had left him speechless at first and rendered him unable to send a reply back. He realized that it was going to take some time to allow himself to say what he wanted to say to her without hurting her. }
Tommy Figgins: You alright, man...?!
{ RAM sighed and shook his head. }
RAM: I don't even know what I want to say to her...
{ Tommy patted his old buddy on the shoulder. }
Tommy Figgins: Don't worry about it. Take your time. In the meantime, how was that Auntie Em's place that Fi and I hooked you up with back in Tokyo?!
{ RAM feigned embarrassment and scowled. }
RAM: Let's...let's get outta here. The world don't need to know that, right?
{ Tommy threw his hands up into the air. }
Tommy Figgins: You ain't no fun anymore!
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Nick Knight vs. Logan Sky vs. Nick Danger
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Alison Valance: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit!
{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.}
Alison Valance: Introducing first, currently making his way down the aisle, hailing from San, Antonio, Texas... standing 6'6" tall and weighing in at two hundred forty pounds... the Machine... Logan Sky!
{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.}
Iyo Kenshin: Listen to this sold-out arena here in Phoenix, Rayne, welcoming the well-traveled Logan Sky to their city!
Rayne: Totally checks out that these people would relate to Logan Sky, Iyo, since the majority of them spend their entire lives languishing in whatever it is they've chosen to do, scraping by as they hope for that one big break in life. Sky got it, after Mr. Verona woke up one morning, apparently feeling generous with his money. Most of these people will never know a boss as generous as Mr. Verona, however, so they're looking for someone to live through vicariously.
Iyo Kenshin: That is an opinion that may lead you to some extra difficulties leaving Phoenix tonight, Rayne. Speaking of difficulties, however, that may indeed be what is in store for Nick Knight and Nick Danger in this match up, if they choose not to heed Logan's warning not to write him off. The veteran is fully intent on continuing to keep on truckin with a W in this contest!
{Alison Valance readies herself for another introduction as Logan Sky readies himself in a corner.}
Alison Valance: And one of his opponents...
{The lights turn red and red smoke follows "Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood begin to play and the crowd start to chant RISING ACE! Nick Danger walks out wearing his wrestling attire and red pryo light up the entrance ramp. He walk down the entrance ramp giving fans high fives and a few hugs to the smaller fans.}
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... standing 5'8" tall and weighing in at one hundred ninety-eight pounds... the Rising Ace... Nick Danger!
{Nick climbs the steel steps and goes to the second turnbuckle and takes of his jacket and toss it to a fan. Nick jump inside the ring and goes to the corner and straighten up his arm sleeve and wait for the match to start.}
Iyo Kenshin: It could be argued that, on a personal level, no superstar in this company had a bigger week than Nick Danger! We all got to follow along as Nick learned he has a twin brother for the first time! No doubt, there are going to be a flood of emotions that come along with that knowledge, Rayne. Nick has always been one of the nicest and kindest individuals in this sport, though... and I'm genuinely happy for him.
Rayne: It explains why this runt is the way he is-- there was another human in the womb with him, clearly soaking up everything needed to make a man into a man. What was left popped out of the chute in the form of little Nicky there! What on Earth were his parents thinking, though! Why would you keep the reject?!
Iyo Kenshin: Rayne!
Rayne: Don't yell at me like you weren't thinking it!
{Alison brings the microphone to her lips for the last introduction}
Alison Valance: And the final competitor...
{Ecstasy Of Gold starts to play over the sound system as Nick Knight steps onto the entrance ramp. The wide-brimmed hat, trench coat, and plague doctorās mask of āThe Savior of Professional Wrestlingā have been stripped away leaving only the plain black leather pants and snakeskin boots of āThe Slayer of Gods.ā}
Alison Valance: Now making his way to the ring from Hollywood, California he is the former IWF Invictus Champion Nick Knight!!!
{Knight slowly makes his way towards the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, he dives underneath the bottom rope and goes right after Nick Danger with closed fists to jumpstart the action! Alison quickly flees the ring as Logan Sky walks over to spin Knight around, delivering a stinging uppercut beneath his chin! The referee for this contest, Tommy Knocker, calls for the opening bell!}
Ding!
{Knight rakes the eyes of Sky to gain the upper hand, then dishes out a hard headbutt!}
Iyo Kenshin: We are off to a fast start in this match, Rayne, thanks to the aggressiveness of Nick Knight!
Rayne: Knight has been around a long time, Iyo. He knows there is no sense waiting to see which guy moves for you first in a triple threat match. Go right after one, deal with the other later, just like he's doing.
{Knight grabs Logan by the head, leading him toward a corner, and rams him headfirst into the top turnbuckle pad. Danger bursts out of the opposite corner, having recovered from Knight's earlier attack, and wipes out Knight with a spinning heel kick! Knight rolls to the outside, instinctively. Danger shakes his fists, hyping up the crowd, only to be caught with a European style uppercut from Sky! Logan cinches Danger up, taking him over with a quick suplex! Knight picks his spot to re-enter, trying to catch Logan off-guard by going for a German Suplex from behind. The veteran feels it coming, blocking the attempt and countering with a back elbow shot to the head of Knight to loosen his grip. The wily Knight takes full advantage of the triple threat, no disqualification environment to deliver a low blow to Sky, however, halting Logan's attempt at mounting any further offense in its tracks! Logan drops to his knees, in obvious agony. Knight grabs Logan by the head, delivering a vicious knee to the Indy darling.}
{Danger charges as Knight turns, catching the former Invictus Champion with a slingblade to take him down! Knight and Danger both try to get back to a vertical base as quickly as possible, with Danger winning the race. Danger catches Knight with a Pele Kick to the head, staggering Knight. The Hollywood Butcher tries to comeback against Danger; but Danger meets him with a standing uranage to put Knight down! Danger tries for a quick cover. Tommy Knocker takes his time getting to the canvas for a count, possibly helping Knight to kick out of the cover before the count of two! Danger shows some noticeably visible frustration with Tommy's count, then pushes Knight back down for another cover. The official counts again, leading to just another one count on the pin attempt. Danger gets up, shaking his head, perhaps thrown a bit off by the official's intentional delay. Logan is up, and able to take advantage by taking out Danger with a big running clothesline! The savvy Sky brings Danger up, only to toss him over the top, to the floor!}
{After suffering the low blow earlier, Sky looks to dish out some punishment to Knight. Logan lowers an elbow on the crown of Knight's head, dazing Knight. Logan pushes the Hollywood Butcher back against the ropes, shooting him across the ring, and catching him with a twisting powerslam! Sky rises, backing into the ropes, only to come off with a big leg drop across the head of Knight! Logan makes a cover, looking to earn a victory for himself; but the official dallies again getting into position for a count, enabling Knight to kick out at the count of two! Sky keeps his composure, having been around the business long enough to know losing his cool wouldn't help him here. Sky catches Knight in a Guillotine choke, locking it in tightly after taking Knight back down to the canvas! Knight tries to find an escape, desperately trying to hold on for his life in this contest! Danger saves the match for himself -and Knight, by default- by re-entering the ring and delivering a diving blow to Sky's head, freeing Knight! Almost instinctively, Knight again rolls to the outside, finding it preferable to dump himself on the floor instead of suffering any more damage.}
Iyo Kenshin: That is a veteran move by Nick Knight, Rayne. A few more seconds in that choke, he might have been out.
Rayne: Knight knows every trick in the book. He may have written the damn book.
Iyo Kenshin: Logan Sky is no stranger to those tricks himself, though-- a fact that Nick Danger needs to be cognizant of if he is to win this match against two very experienced competitors.
{Danger lays a few stomps in on Sky's torso before taking hold of the veteran's arms and proceeding to lock in a Double wrist clutch to a grounded Sky, followed by multiple stomps to the face and head! With Sky down near the corner, Danger heads to the apron and begins to scale the turnbuckles. The high-flying, risk-taking Danger quickly makes it to the top, where he takes measure of Sky's position. Danger launches himself into flight, landing a beautiful 450 Splash that drives all of the air out of Logan's body! Danger stays on top of Sky for a cover, with the referee taking his sweet time getting into position for the count once more. Danger picks up a two count before Logan lifts a shoulder up off the canvas! Danger kneels in the ring over Sky, considering how close he came as Logan makes a veteran move to turn over on his stomach. The battle-tested body of Sky shows the impact of those wars, as he is much slower to try to get up than the younger, fresher Danger. Logan pushes up to all fours, fighting for breath as Danger moves back in for the attack. Danger grabs the arms of Sky, cinching him up for a Double Underhook Canadian Destroyer!! Sky is left lying in a heap on the canvas. The crowd pops huge for the move! Knight rests on a knee near the apron, spying the action taking place in the squared circle. The Hollywood Butcher picks his spot, sliding into the ring to clothesline Danger from behind! Knight hauls Danger up, hitting the Rising Ace with a low blow before delivering a Dragon Suplex to inflict some major damage. The crowd begins to boo as they notice who appears from behind the curtain.}
Iyo Kenshin: What in the hell are they doing here!? Stephen Terrella and the Black Widow are making their way to the ring, trailed by Portia! I don't know what they have to do with this fight; but as we've seen in the past from Savage By Nature, they are very likely to involve themselves!
Rayne: They didn't come unarmed, either!
{Terrella stares down Knight from the outside, holding a chain in his hand. The Black Widow circles the ring while brandishing a lead pipe, trying to get behind Knight. Nick Knight holds his ground as Logan and Danger lay on the canvas. Terrella never takes his eyes off Knight as he walks up the stairs. Knight glances back at the Black Widow, who takes the apron as Terrella walks to the middle of the apron on the opposite side. Knight doesn't wait for Savage By Nature to make the first move, instead going right after Terrella as he tries to enter the ring. The Black Widow comes in from behind, spewing her black mist into Knight's face as he turns before hitting Knight across his surgically repaired right knee with the lead pipe! Terrella and Cvetkova proceed to take turns beating Knight with the weapons without any type of consequence in the triple threat environment. Terrella removes his leather vest as the Black Widow continues to strike Knight with the pipe. Bending down, Terrella brings Knight up and tosses him to the outside. Portia comes over, and with the Black Widow's help, the girls clear the announce table off. Terrella positions Knight for a powerbomb, driving him through the announcer's table to deafening boos. The trio stand Knight, staring down at him as he lays in the wreckage.}
Iyo Kenshin: What was the meaning of that!? Why attack Nick Knight?!
Rayne: If you'd like to ask them, be my guest. I'd just like a new table.
Iyo Kenshin: They're walking away as if they're done. The match is still going on. Nick Danger and Logan Sky had no way of seeing any of that, Rayne! Danger is starting to come to, but Sky is still down from that Canadian Destroyer earlier! You have to worry about him with his spinal history.
Rayne: Do I though, when I don't have a table to put my drink on? The struggle of being an announcer is real, people.
{The official checks in on Logan, who finally starts to move a little, bringing some relief to many in the building. Danger gets up to a knee, removing his elbow pad and tossing it into the crowd. He backs up, watching Logan, forcing the veteran to expend his own energy to try to get up. Just as Logan gets to a knee himself, Danger unleashes a punishing "Ace Blade" to the back of Logan's head! Not wanting to take any chances, Danger brings Sky up and lifts him into a "Red Eye DDT"! Danger makes a cover, with the official moving over to make a little faster count this time, enabling Nick Danger to score a three count for the victory! The official calls for the bell!}
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
{"Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood hits as Danger rolls off the cover.}
Alison Valance: Your winner of this match by pinfall... the Rising Ace... Nick Danger!
{The crowd cheers for Danger as he gets to his feet to have his hand raised by the official.}
Iyo Kenshin: Nick Danger just collected a big, big win over two extremely experienced veterans, Rayne. This may go down as one of the biggest wins of Nick's career so far, albeit maybe a with an asterisk in Nick Knight's eyes. I just hope both Knight and Sky are okay after what we just witnessed.
Rayne: The kid won, Iyo. That's how the record book will read.
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
Participant: Serenity Holmes
Serenity Holmes discusses her recent victory over Natasha Walker and issues a challenge for anybody wishing to earn an opportunity to face her for the IWF Invictus Championship.
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{ Phoenix, Arizona. Although the change in scenery hasn't been too welcoming for the IWF Invictus Champion, the audience are surely in love with the action that Tuesday Night Odyssey has presented. The live broadcast of the show re-introduces those watching from home to the interior of the Arizona Veterans Memorial Coliseum. A camera pans around the audience showing off the various demographics of fans worldwide. It transitions to the announcement table for Rayne and Iyo Kenshin to discuss what is next on the agenda for tonight's planned events. }
Iyo Kenshin: Welcome back to Tuesday Night Oddysey and we have an interview reserved by the our CEO, Roberto Verona, for our IWF Invictus Champion, Serenity Holmes, to speak on the status of the IWF Invictus Championship!
Rayne: Yes! Our beloved Invictus Champion defended her belt against Natasha Walker at Legacy. She won that match fair and square and has proven herself to be the greatest champion we've ever seen.
Iyo Kenshin: Let's not get crazy. Serenity Holmes won the match by holding onto the tights of Natasha Walker! The entire world saw it and she's been talking a lot of smack about our Womens World Champion, Charlotte Shimizu, who is Natasha's close friend in the Birds of Prey.
Rayne: Serenity was preventing Natasha from having a wardrobe. She's a fair and fighting champion that our CEO handpicked to be under his wing alongside our Gladiator Champion, Caleb Canin. Serenity has every right to criticize Charlotte as she speaks for the future!
Iyo Kenshin: Well, let's turn it to our backstage area where Serenity Holmes has been mic'd up so we can ask some questions on what her future plan is.
{ A live feed of the backstage area shows Serenity Holmes sitting on a wooden high-top chair. She crossed her right leg over the other; The IWF Invictus Championship belt hung around her right shoulder and she leans back in the chair smiling at the audience booing her presence. However, she remains poised and confident knowing how well she's in the position she is. Serenity gets the nod from a production member that they are live. }
Iyo Kenshin: Serenity, thank you for joining us at this time. You've successfully defended your Invictus Championship against Natasha Walker at Legacy. What did you think of Natasha's performance?
{ Serenity rolls her eyes at the mention of her name. Sure, the audience can cheer her but Serenity shrugged her shoulders. }
Serenity Holmes: I don't really see the need to talk about the past. Natasha had her opportunity and she lost. I won the match, retained my IWF Invictus Championship and will continue to defend my belt despite what others have to say.
{ Phoenix isn't too happy with her arrogance portrayed in front of the world. She doesn't care about their raucous chants and insulting boos. She's comfortable in her chair, high and mighty above the world, and enjoying the comfort of knowing members of The Legion are behind the camera to ensure no one would dare to interrupt her moment. }
Serenity Holmes: I don't understand why everyone thinks I needed to cheat to win. I saw an opportunity and I took it. It's that simple Iyo. You do what you have to do to win and Natasha is someone who doesn't understand that. I wish her all the best but that's all I can do for her. Wish because reality says I'm the best.
Rayne: Serenity! How has everything been since joining Roberto Verona? Your career has taken off in IWF and your rise continues. What's it like being such a dominant force in the company?
{ The crowd didn't know what to dislike more. Serenity's overconfidence or Rayne's brown-nosing. Either way, they were hating this moment between them. }
Serenity Holmes: It's like I said all this time. It's what I've been saying Rayne. When the CEO, the boss, the head-huncho of your company sees potential in you, you take the offer. Look at people like Allen Chaney. Sure, he may have beaten the boss but his life could have been so much easier if he only complied. On the other hand, you myself, and Caleb, who are now dominant champions in our own right showing the world what we're capable of.
{ Serenity winks and the audience boos again. }
Serenity Holmes: When I hold this championship, the entire world watches. Everyone in the locker room who made fun of me for not even winning a match now can't stand the sight of me. They can't even look me in the eye when I pass by because I proved them all wrong when I became Invictus Champion at Night of the Immortals! That's why I walk the walk and I enjoy talking smack because it's called justice. True justice knowing I shut up everybody in that locker room.
Iyo Kenshin: Regarding the locker room, there's still a lot of contenders who are itching for an opportunity at the Invictus Championship. What are your message to them?
{ The camera zooms in a little closer. Serenity's attitude changed from overconfident to a serious tone. }
Serenity Holmes: I'm not worried about the locker room. I'm not worried about anyone. I welcome the challenge. They will know that I plan on continuing to be the greatest Invictus Champion of all time surpassing anyone who has come before me. I've reached a level in my talent that no one can deny and proven that I am a force to be reckoned with. Well, in addition to that, I'm also a woman of my word. I told everyone I am going to beat anyone and no one has stepped up.
{ She scoffs. }
Serenity Holmes: I'm the walking measurement of what it means to be in IWF. I continuously prove it day in and day out. So allow me to address anyone who thinks they have an idea of challenging me. While it may seems like fun and games to you, this is my livelihood. It's how I eat, and sleep, it's how I express myself and get respect in a company that can't stand the sight of me.
{ She gets a little rowdy with the microphone on her. }
Iyo Kenshin: One more question Serenity.
Serenity Holmes: What?
Iyo Kenshin: You've been very vocal about the new Womens World Champion, Charlotte Shimizu. Many have stated you both became champion under similar circumstances. What are your thoughts?
{ Serenity looks off to the camera with a sight of disgust. She immediately removes the microphone from her body and gets out of the camera frame. The audience boos heavily from her sudden exist. }
Rayne: Why would you bring up Natasha Walker?!
Iyo Kenshin: She's been going after her on social media so I thought it would be appropriate.
{ While the camera is still live, Serenity throws the microphone piece at another staff member. The camera switches to show Serenity storming out with members of the Legion behind her; She's yelling at the top of her lungs and throws items everywhere seemingly triggered from hearing the world champion's name in her interview }
Rayne: Good job Iyo! You upset our Invictus Champion! I hope they dock your pay.
Iyo Kenshin: Let's go to commercial...
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SINGLES MATCH
Tytus Rost vs. Caroline Machado
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The bell rang, and the match was officially underway.
Tytus stalked forward, his powerful frame moving methodically as he looked to trap Caroline in a corner. Caroline, wise to his plan, used her speed to stay out of his reach, darting around the ring to avoid being cornered. Tytus lunged at her with a powerful strike, but Caroline dodged it, slipping behind him and delivering a sharp kick to the back of his knee.
The quick strikes caused Tytus to stumble, but he remained on his feet. Caroline, realizing she needed to keep him off-balance, continued with a series of rapid leg kicks, trying to chop him down to her level. Tytus winced, the kicks visibly irritating him, but he brushed them off and charged forward.
Before Caroline could evade, Tytus caught her by the waist and lifted her high into the air, throwing her across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. Caroline hit the mat hard, the sheer power of the throw knocking the wind out of her.
Tytus smirked, sensing control of the match.
Now in his element, Tytus methodically worked over Caroline. He picked her up with ease and slammed her down with a brutal spinebuster, shaking the ring. Caroline arched her back in pain as Tytus stood over her, looking down like a predator toying with his prey.
Tytus grabbed her by the head, dragging her to her feet. He whipped her into the corner with a thunderous Irish whip, the force sending her crashing into the turnbuckle with a loud thud. He followed up with a charging body splash, crushing Caroline against the corner with his massive frame.
Caroline crumpled to the mat, gasping for air, but Tytus wasnāt done. He pulled her up again and hoisted her over his head, displaying his strength with a military press. The crowd gasped as Tytus walked to the center of the ring and dropped Caroline face-first to the canvas, leaving her motionless.
Tytus went for the cover.
1...
2...
Caroline kicked out! The crowd erupted in cheers, impressed with her resilience.
Carolineās Fight Back
Tytus, annoyed, snarled at the referee and stood up, planning his next move. He grabbed Caroline again, but this time, she slipped out of his grasp, landing on her feet behind him. Caroline, digging deep, delivered a quick dropkick to the back of Tytusās knee, sending him down to one knee.
Sensing her opportunity, Caroline hit the ropes and returned with a running knee strike to the side of Tytusās head, stunning the big man. The crowd roared as Caroline backed up, using her agility to her advantage. She climbed the turnbuckle and leaped off, delivering a high-flying diving crossbody, taking Tytus down for the first time in the match.
She quickly went for the pin.
1...
2...
Tytus powered out with authority, throwing Caroline off him like a ragdoll.
Caroline, undeterred, got to her feet and measured Tytus, waiting for him to rise. As Tytus stood, she hit him with a step-up enzuigiri, the kick cracking against his skull. Tytus staggered but didnāt fall, his sheer toughness on full display. Caroline, with the crowd fully behind her, hit the ropes once more and came back with a handspring elbow, connecting perfectly.
Tytus was dazed, leaning against the ropes. Caroline, sensing this might be her only shot, ran to the opposite ropes and charged at Tytus with a suicide dive through the ropes, crashing into him and sending both of them sprawling outside the ring.
Both competitors were down on the outside, but Caroline was the first to her feet. She climbed onto the apron and, with the fans urging her on, leaped off with a springboard moonsault, crashing onto Tytus. The crowd exploded as Caroline pumped her fist, adrenaline surging through her.
She threw Tytus back into the ring and climbed the top turnbuckle, signaling for her finisher, the Rio Wonder (a corkscrew senton). With the crowd on its feet, Caroline leaped off, spinning through the air.
But Tytus moved at the last second!
Caroline crashed hard to the mat, missing her mark. Tytus, showing incredible resilience, slowly got to his feet, his eyes filled with fury. He grabbed the dazed Caroline and lifted her high into the air before slamming her down with his Ursa Major.
The impact was devastating, and Tytus went for the cover.
1...
2...
3!
The bell rang, and the match was over.
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
Participant: Allen Chaney
Fresh off his huge victory at Legacy, Allen Chaney celebrates his undisputed ownership of the Joker in the Pack and shares his plans for the future.
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{āShimmy Shimmy Yaā begins to play and the crowd erupts at the arrival of The Fountain City
Funnyman. Allen Chaney steps out casually and smirks at this reaction before slowly raising his
briefcase above his head causing the applause to increase. Allen makes his way to the ring and
hits each turnbuckle, of course taking a moment to wink and blow a kiss at Vasco Diaz. Finally
Allen gets his hands on a mic and we hear him chuckle a little bit.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Heard any good jokes lately?
{The crowd erupts in cheers once more.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Thatās right folks. Where so many took the easy route of allying
themselves with management I instead took the most difficult possible route and came out the
other side successful and if you think Iām going to be humble about it then you donāt know shit
about me. DADDY GOT HIS BRIEFCASE, PHOENIX! MAKE SOME GODDAMN NOISE!
{Allen holds up the briefcase once more for everyone to see and bits all the corners of the ring
showing it off. The crowd goes wild once more.}
ALLEN CHANEY: So now thereās the question of what I do next now that Iāve got itā¦ So
hereās the thing. This is my birthday month. I turn 37 on September 30thā¦so what kinda present
do you guys think I should get? Should I get a Serenity Holmes action figure? Nah, scrap that.
You have to get the Roberto Verona action figure along with it for it to be any good.
{Allen scratches his beard as if thinking.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Well one of the presents Iām getting this month is Iām gonna go off and
get married. Yeah thatās still a thing I need to go and doā¦ so basically Iām gonna be gone a
couple weeksā¦ awwww
{The crowd does as Allen basically directs and makes a disappointed āawwwwā noise along with
him.}
ALLEN CHANEY: But thatās okay! I found someone to take my place stirring up shit while
Iām away and when Iām back weāre gonna stir up shit togetherā¦ he was just released today in
fact!
{A pause.}
ALLEN CHANEY: That was your cue, nutbar.
{Suddenly ā2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye)ā by Will Wood begins playing and a figure
emerges. Anyone who knows Allenās history with this person is cheering but everyone at home
may be a bit confused since this manās face has been digitally blurred/censored from the
broadcast. Those familiar with his recent in-ring history would know this is Ollie Maverick. Ollie is
not dressed to fight tonight and in fact seems to be wearing green scrubs with the words āBERRY
FAMILY MENTAL HEALTH FACILITYā on the back. More importantly heās wearing a baby bjorn
on his chest that is holding a live raccoon. He kinda struts to the ring to the tune of his music
before climbing in and giving Allen a solid high five. It wouldāve been a hug but there was a
raccoon in the way. Ollieās music cuts out and Allen gets him a microphone.}
OLLIE MAVERICK: Greetings fleshmass. Sorry this was supposed to happen sooner but
you guys have been in Japan and I still have to go through a lot of paperwork to travel
internationally after the incident.
ALLEN CHANEY: What incident?
{Ollie looks down and seems to briefly speak with the raccoon on his chest.}
OLLIE MAVERICK: My current legal representative Rocky Trashington has advised me not
to answer that on television or in front of this large fleshmass.
{Ollie gestures to the crowd who he apparently views as a large mass of flesh.}
OLLIE MAVERICK: Anyway, who am I kicking? I only get to stay outta the whacko basket if
I can prove I can hold down a job.
ALLEN CHANEY: Iām sure I can get Verona to book you in a match or two while I go get
married. Youāre still invited to that but Iāve gotta take the time to do planning and stuff so you
knowā¦ if you can hold down the fort for a bit here youād be doing me a big favor. Right now
weāre just hangin.
OLLIE MAVERICK: Dope. Rocky says thatāll be a great way to establish me here in IWF.
Heās so good at this kind of stuff.
{The camera focuses on the raccoon briefly. Ollie hands him a grape which he munches on. It is
adorable.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Glad we got that sorted. There is the matter of when I get backā¦ and
when I get backā¦ Paxā¦
{The crowd āoohsā at the mention of the champions name. Excited at the prospect of a match
between Pax Stormcrow and The Comedian. Before Allen can continue a member of staff with a
headset on hops on the apron and into the ring and we can faintly hear him tell Allen this
segment was supposed to be short and he needs to wrap up.}
{Allen blinks.}
{Twice.}
{And this individual doesnāt seem to notice Ollie setting his baby bjorn aside and slowly climbing
the turnbuckle right behind him, facing the crowd.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Yeah sure man. This was supposed to be a big moment for me and
everyone else here but yeah. Iāll wrap it up. How do you think I should wrap it up? Just a simple
āSetup and Punchlineā or maybeā¦ I dunnoā¦
{Ollie turns and gives Allen a thumbs up from the turnbuckle behind this unsuspecting individual
before turning back around.}
ALLEN CHANEY: How about a Killing Joke? Really knockāem dead. Hey! Look behind you!
{The man turns around and Allen is quick to duck under his legs and raise him up seated on his
shoulders only for Ollie to do a moonsault and catch the individuals head on the way down,
nailing what looks like a Doomsday variation of a Sliced Bread. The crowd pops huge for this
display. Allen picks his microphone back up and chuckles as Ollie puts his Baby Bjorn back on
holding presumably āRockyā the raccoon.}
ALLEN CHANEY: See, guys like me and Ollie? We were never anyoneās first choice. Weāre
the guys who got picked last for for dodgeball and then we made it everyone elseās fucking
problem. Folks Iām sorry but I lied to you all againā¦because I already scheduled shit around my
wedding and Iāve already spent plenty of time at home sitting on my ass with busted knees. I aināt
takin no more fuckin time off.
{The crowd cheers at this as Allen passes the mic to Ollie and the Frenzied Faceless
Phenomenon seems to have something to say.}
OLLIE MAVERICK: ā¦ my big fat bestie has been too busy for all of y'all in the back latelyā¦
but he and I got alllll kinds of free time now. Whether youāre back there with a singles title or tag
team goldā¦ You. Should. Be. Con-. -Cerned. We are The Rejects. We are violent, we are crass,
we are either over or undermedicatedā¦ and we are DAMN good television.
{Ollieās free hand not holding the mic pops open the blade on a box cutter/utility knife for the
camera and takes a knee, posing in front of Allen who raises his briefcase as āShimmy Shimmy
Yaā plays once more, taking in the cheers as we cut to commercialā¦}
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MAIN EVENT
CAGE MATCH
Vivienne Daniels vs. Dean Harper
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Alison Valance: The following Revenge Cage match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Iyo Kenshin: We have two Hall of Famers in this match. Both had certainly a lot to say leading up to this match.
Rayne: But only one can be the winner. And so place your bets, people.
{The arena lights dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of anticipation. The crowd murmurs in excitement, their attention focused on the stage. The opening notes of "Lights Out" by Bludnymph begin to play, their haunting and electrifying tones resonating through the arena. As the song builds, a single spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. A haze of smoke begins to rise, casting an ethereal glow. The screen above the entrance displays a fierce logo: "Vivienne Daniels". At the peak of the intro, the music intensifies, and Vivienne Daniels steps onto the stage. She stands tall and imposing, her presence commanding. She wears a dark, intricately designed leather jacket with angelic, yet dark and gothic, wing patterns embroidered on the back. Her hair cascades down her shoulders.}
Whisper in your ear
Iāll be all your biggest fears
Itās lights out bitch
{Vivienne raises her arms slowly, and as she does, pyrotechnics burst along the ramp, creating an explosion of light and sound. The crowd erupts in boos. She begins her descent down the ramp, each step purposeful and deliberate. Her walk is confident, almost predatory, with the music perfectly syncing with her movements. The camera captures her every step, highlighting her determined expression and the intricate details of her attire. As she reaches the ring, Vivienne pauses for a moment, taking in the atmosphere and the energy of the crowd. She climbs the ring steps gracefully. Vivienne steps through the ropes with fluid agility, moving to the center of the ring. She extends her arms once more, and the lights in the arena flicker before dimming to almost complete darkness, with only a single spotlight on her. The music reaches its crescendo, and with a final, dramatic burst of pyrotechnics, the lights snap back on, illuminating the ring in full. Vivienne lowers her arms slowly, her expression one of unyielding confidence and readiness.}
Alison Valance: First down to the ring, from Madison, Wisconsin standing at 5ā7āā weighing in at 132 poundsā¦ VIVIENNE DANIELS!
Iyo Kenshin: Vivienne has been wanting this match for a while.
Rayne: And sheās been calling down the fire. Iām surprised she didnāt bring her husband down to make this a more uneven match.
{Intro of Throne by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play. The arena is plunged into darkness, with only a few spotlights scanning the crowd. As the first verse starts, a low, pulsating beat resonates throughout the arena, building anticipation}
āRemember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothin' could take the pain away "
{As the chorus hits, a sudden explosion of pyrotechnics erupts at the entrance ramp. The spotlights converge to illuminate Dean Harper. He walks down to the ring with his head held high and a wicked smile on his face. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, Dean methodically removing his jacket and tossing it aside, revealing his tattooed muscular physique. The music fades, leaving only the sound of the crowdās roar and Dean Harper standing in the center of the ring, ready for the battle ahead.}
Alison Valance: From Sioux Falls, South Dakota standing at 6ā2āā weighing in at 185 poundsā¦ DEAN HARPER!
Iyo Kenshin: Dean has an uphill battle to go here. Even with Pandora a few weeks ago I canāt imagine that has done wonders for his health.
Rayne: Since when does Dean care about his health?
{The cage lowers down around the ring as the ref makes sure Dean and Vivienne stay in their corners.}
Iyo Kenshin: This is going to get bad before it gets good.
DING!
{As the bell rings, Dean motions her forward with two fingers. Vivienne rushes with a running low kick to the knee that had historically been the one Warren had used to submit him. Dean took the hit and hits her with a hard headbutt. Vivienne stumbles back a little as Dean grabs her for a snap belly-to-belly suplex into the turnbuckles. Dean rushes and knees her in the stomach hard a couple of times before the ref makes him back off. As Vivienne moves from the corner Dean boots her with a Descent into Hell going for a quick pin
ONE!
TWO!!
Viv kicks out with brutal authority, eyes burning with rage as she kips to her feet. Vivienne slaps Dean across the face as soon as both are on their feetā¦}
Rayne: Well, thereās the rage.
Iyo Kenshin: And weāre off!
{Vivienne falls back to quickly evade the inevitable followup, but Dean pushes in hard pursuit of Viv, lashing at Vivienne with a furious chain of spinning elbow strikes and knee strikes to force the smaller woman onto the defensive. Vivienne bobs and weaves around the furious attacks, evading the worst of the onslaught but not fully keeping herself from harm. Even with grazing blows, the attacks of Harper clearly draw pain from his target as Vivienne works to adapt to Deanās frenetic pace. However, albeit slowly, Vivienne begins to do exactly that, managing to better anticipate and thrive in Deanās offensive flow to the point where she begins to push back the attack, gritting her teeth and darting in and out with knife-edge chops. Dean notices the adaptation and tries to break the pattern, leaping into the air for a DANCE THE SPIRAL! Vivienne falls back ā literally onto her back ā in an effort to avoid the strike, but Deanās heel still clips her across the chin.}
Rayne: Quick thinking from Vivienne! Weāve seen Dean end matches with that strike before.
Iyo Kenshin: She didnāt escape all of it, though, and she is vulnerable while prone. Vivienne canāt afford to give Dean an inch.
{Dean aims a vicious stomp to Vivienneās head, but she rolls away, and uses the cage to get back onto her feet. Like a slingshot she whips around the cornerpost, sliding back into the ring with a low sliding kick to Deanās knee that leaves the taller man staggered. Vivienne quickly gets to her feet and attacks the imbalanced monster with a kneeling jawbreaker. Dean clutches his face and staggers back, and Vivienne pursues, signaling for the TIK TOKā¦
No! Dean disdainfully sidesteps the move, spinning into a back elbow strike that sends Vivienne sprawling into the cage! Dean wrenches her hard into a neck snap across the top rope, sending her collapsing onto the mat. Dean leaps up to the top rope with preternatural agility before delivering a shattering knee drop to the ankle!}
Iyo Kenshin: Dean looks to be trying to hinder Vivienneās mobility.
Rayne: That ankle is a well-known weak spot of Daniels.
{Vivienne clutches her leg in pain as the ref comes over to check on her, Dean moves slightly out of reach. Vivienne seems to be injured, and the referee turns his back on them both to call for the match to endā¦ but before he can act, Vivienneās hand slips into her boot where she pulls out a set of brass knuckles, rushing towards Dean and cracking him across the jaw. Dean reels from the force of the blow as Vivienne deftly slides the knuckles out of the cage, leaning in for an eye rake for good measure before the ref has a solid idea of whatās going on. With Dean dazed and confused, Vivienne hits the ropes and nails the champion with a Dance The Spiral , sending them both to the mat as Vivienne goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
Dean throws out an arm, barely getting his fingers around the ropes and breaking the pin.}
Iyo Kenshin: Vivienne really needed to win it there.
Rayne: Sheās taking her time!
Iyo Kenshin: Piss Dean off this much and you donāt GET time. Sheās going to need to act fast if she wants to pull this off.
{Dean rises to his feet, snarling with fury, and Vivienne realizes that her gambit for an advantage didnāt do enough damage. Seeing her window of opportunity beginning to close, she lunges forward while Dean is still half blind, looking to leap up and try for a powerbomb but her ankle twists slightly, causing her to stumble slightly, keeping her from getting enough height. Dean sees the stumble just in time, leaping back onto the ropes before launching herself forward and planting Vivienne hard with the BEAST OF WAR! Dean goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
Vivienne kicks out!}
Rayne: Vivienne was close with that one.
Iyo Kenshin: Maybe she should try cheating better.
{Vivienne growls launching in with a Low dropkick to the knee again, Dean drops slightly giving Vivienne an opening for a repeated Muay Thai knees to Deanās head. She then goes in for a Leaping knee strike to keep him down. Dean punches her in the stomach, she backs off slightly to go for a knee lift to the stomach followed by a running knee lift to the head again.}
Rayne: Jesus.
{Vivienne swings out with a hurricanrana going for a couple of mounted punches to Deanās face and head before the ref pulls her off and tells her to get out of the corner.}
Iyo Kenshin: Not giving up on knocking Deanās brain out of his ears.
{Dean and Vivienne both rise to their feet, Vivienne favoring one leg as the one that suffered the knee drop earlier seems to be more hurt than she had given it credit for. The two circle one another, Dean taking sadistic note of his newfound advantage of mobility against the limping challenger. Smelling blood, Dean lunges forward with a European uppercut, which Vivienne doesnāt quite manage to dodge, taking glancing but dizzying blow across the chin. Dean presses forward and targets the injured leg with a running chop block, sending Vivienne sprawling to the mat with a gasp of pain. She moves for the ropes as Dean crouches behind her, eyes flashing with predatory hunger for Vivienne to riseā¦}
Iyo Kenshin: Here it comesā¦
{ā¦ But it doesnāt. Vivienne knows well enough to keep herself prone as she crawls for the ropes, not giving Dean the opportunity to strike. After a few moments Dean realizes this, and advances towards his prey with murderous intent. Vivienne doesnāt notice Deanās advance until itās too late, desperately throwing herself into a scramble for the cage. However, Dean is able to catch her by the ankle and drag her back into the center of the ring, savagely kicking Vivienne in the gut to get her onto her back. Instead of going for the pin, however, Dean drops low, straddling Daniels and crawling up to get face-to-face with Vivienne on the matā¦}
Rayne: ā¦ Someone, somewhere, ships this.
Iyo Kenshin: OH GOD SHEāS MARRIED.
Rayne: I didnāt say it was me.
Iyo Kenshin: I CAN NEVER UNSEE IT.
{Dean unloads on Daniels with a Rowan move, DEFILER, driving his skull into Vivienneās face again and again until Vivienne seems to go limp. Dean rises to his feet, grabbing Vivienne by the hair and hauling her up to a sitting position before kissing her on the mouthā¦}
Iyo Kenshin: Hope Dean has an exit strategy.
{We see at the top of the ramp Cyrus has tossed aside a security guard, clearly making his way down the ramp with Warren clearly coming along as well, whether to stop Cyrus or to assist it is unclear.}
Rayne: As the kids say, Fuck around, find out.
{Cyrus pushes Warren away, clearly questioning his loyalty in this but Warren pushes him back. The two are arguing and Cyrus punches Warren in the face. Warren staggers slightly but keeps coming. Before either can do something more Pax STormcrow comes from backstage and suplexes Warren into Cyrus. The two men stumble fall off the ramp as Pax stands there a second, adjusting the world title before walking away as Warren and Cyrus seem to be having a bit of a brawl and the audience is making as much space as they can not to get involved.}
Rayne: Whelp.
Iyo Kenshin: That went sideways. But good for Dean?
Rayne: I donāt think either of them getting close to the cage would have been good for Dean.
{{As Pax exits and then Cyrus hits Warren with a chair, Vivienne bites Dean who pulls back and grins at her.}
Dean Harper: Like old times.
Vivienne Daniels: Go fuck yourself.
{Vivienne hits Dean with an European Uppercut, knocking Dean back. She pulls herself up to her feet. She goes for a running spear followed by a lifted Fireman carry throwing Dean into the cage-}
Iyo Kenshin: DEVOTION!
{Viv moves for the pin but the tron lights to show a red sun slowly rising over a broad expanse of ocean. The image flies apart into a flurry of red feathers and pink flower petals as the āTit For Tatā - MYTH & ROID hits}
Rayne: and now Charlotte?
Iyo Kenshin: CHARLOTTE?!
{Vivienne looks up the ramp as if waiting, however, Dean pops up and plows into her with the SCREAMING FROM THE SKY, sending her to the mat in a collapsed heap. Dean isnāt finished, though, as he climbs up the corner post to the top rope, blowing a kiss before leaping}
Iyo Kenshin: FATLA FRAME! ITāS OVER!
{Dean lands the move, immediately rolling Vivienne into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
Vivienne manages to kick out, but just a fraction of a second too late as the referee calls for the bell!}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, DEAN HARPER!
{Dean lays on the mat with a smile as Vivienne Daniels pushes herself up, glaring with open-mouthed fury at the ref as Throne by Bring Me The Horizon plays triumphantly over the PA system. She shouts furiously at the ref, holding up two fingers as the two of them devolve into a furious debate.}
Iyo Kenshin: It looks as though Vivienne disagrees with the refereeās count!
Rayne: She has every right to! After the Screaming from the Sky and the Fatal Frame, Vivienne Daniels still gets her shoulder up IN TIME! Clearly, that ref is a simp and counted too quickly.
Iyo Kenshin: Vivienneās display tonight was impressive, to be sureā¦ but I donāt think thereās any disputing who walks away victorious tonight.
{Dean pulls himself to his feet as he simply stares at the Daniels āWas it good for you too?ā Vivienne turns on him and picks him up and throws him against the cage as credits for the show begin to roll.}
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Well howdy there pardner.