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Post by Samira Conway on Sept 17, 2024 22:03:34 GMT
 ------------------------------- SINGLES MATCHThe Pest vs. Mr Happy ------------------------------- As the bell rings, The Pest immediately sprints toward Mr. Happy, ducking under a huge clothesline and bouncing off the ropes, attempting a quick dropkick to the knee. Mr. Happy barely flinches, his twisted smile growing wider as he turns to face The Pest again. The crowd erupts as The Pest uses his agility, landing fast strikes and evading Mr. Happyās heavy punches, but every missed punch by Mr. Happy seems intentional, like heās toying with his opponent. Halfway through the match, Mr. Happy catches The Pest mid-air during an attempted crossbody and slams him to the mat with a thunderous spinebuster. The crowd gasps at the impact, and Mr. Happy revels in it, laughing maniacally. He drags The Pest to his feet and hurls him into the corner with enough force that the ring shakes. But The Pest, refusing to back down, uses his quick reflexes to slip out of Mr. Happyās grasp again, delivering a series of rapid kicks to wear down the larger man. The match becomes a game of cat and mouse, with Mr. Happyās power always a looming threat, but The Pestās speed keeping him just out of danger. In a final, dramatic moment, Mr. Happy goes for his signature move, the āLaughing Slamā ā a devastating powerbomb. Winner: Mr Happy 6:30 ------------------------------- SINGLES MATCHHayleigh Blake vs. Nancy Pailson-Carlson ------------------------------- As the match starts, Hayleigh charges straight at Nancy, her inexperience showing as she goes for a quick, overpowering start. She hits Nancy with a flurry of strikes, backing her into the corner with raw power. Nancy absorbs the hits, but itās clear that Hayleighās strength is impressive for someone so new. The crowd buzzes as Hayleigh lifts Nancy and slams her down with a powerful body slam, showing off her athleticism. However, Nancy doesnāt panic. She bides her time, waiting for the moment to capitalize on Hayleighās overzealousness. When Hayleigh attempts another big move, a running shoulder block, Nancy sidesteps at the last second, letting Hayleigh crash into the turnbuckle. Nancy immediately takes control, locking in a side headlock and slowing the pace of the match down to her advantage. Her technical skills shine as she keeps Hayleigh grounded, working her over with methodical moves designed to sap her energy. Hayleigh struggles to break free, showing flashes of her raw strength, but Nancyās ring IQ is undeniable. Whenever Hayleigh manages to power out of a hold or create some separation, Nancy calmly transitions into the next move, keeping the rookie on the defensive. She targets Hayleighās legs, using submissions and precise strikes to weaken her base, knowing that if she takes away Hayleighās power, sheāll lose her biggest advantage. Midway through the match, Hayleigh lands a huge Dumping german suplex on Nancy, getting the veteran off her feet for the first time, and the crowd roars as Hayleigh goes for a pin. Nancy kicks out at two, her experience showing as she stays calm under pressure. Hayleigh, sensing the match slipping away, attempts to lift Nancy for her finishing move, a running powerslam. But Nancy, ever the veteran, wriggles free mid-lift and counters with a beautiful back suplex. The match continues with Nancy outsmarting the newbie at every turn. She leads Hayleigh into mistakes, using her experience to stay one step ahead. When Hayleigh tries to hit a big move off the top rope, Nancy rolls out of the way, causing Hayleigh to crash hard onto the mat. Nancy then locks in a textbook sleeper hold, draining the last bit of energy from her younger opponent. In the final moments, Hayleigh makes one last desperate attempt to rally, powering out of Nancyās hold and going for Divine Justice. Slamming Nancy down she gets the pin. The crowd is on its feet cheering for her as she smiles sheepishly. Winner: Hayleigh Blake 12:30------------------------------- MAIN EVENT
#1 IWF GLADIATORIX CONTENDERSHIPSINGLES MATCHAmber Vogel vs. Mimi Simpson ------------------------------- As the bell rings, Amber immediately charges at Mimi, looking to overpower her from the start. Mimi, however, uses her agility to evade, ducking and dodging Amber's attempts to grab hold of her. The crowd cheers as Mimi bounces off the ropes, leaping into a springboard arm drag that sends Amber flying. Amber gets to her feet, visibly frustrated, and swings for a powerful clothesline, but Mimi ducks again, quickly responding with a flurry of kicks targeting Amberās legs to wear her down. Amber eventually catches Mimi mid-move, slamming her down with a massive belly-to-belly suplex that shakes the ring. This is where Amberās power shinesāshe keeps Mimi grounded with a series of heavy strikes and suplexes, trying to limit her movement. Every time Mimi tries to get up, Amber is right there, delivering crushing blows that slow down the high-flyer. Mimi struggles but manages to roll out of the way of a devastating elbow drop from Amber. She seizes the opportunity to climb the ropes, taking a risk with a diving crossbody. The crowd erupts as she flies through the air, connecting with the move and sending Amber crashing to the mat. Mimiās speed starts to come into play again, and she keeps Amber off balance with a combination of high-speed maneuvers, including hurricanranas and dropkicks. The turning point comes when Amber attempts to finish Mimi with her signature powerbomb, lifting her high above her head. But Mimi, showing her resourcefulness, reverses the move mid-air into a headscissors takedown. Amber is momentarily stunned, giving Mimi just enough time to climb to the top rope once more. With the crowd on their feet, Mimi launches into her finisherāa breathtaking 450 splash. She crashes down onto Amber, pinning her for the three-count. The refereeās hand slaps the mat, and Mimi Simpson scores a hard-fought victory. Winner: Mimi Simpson 11:10 |
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Post by Samira Conway on Sept 18, 2024 2:54:13 GMT
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SINGLES MATCH
Ollie Maverick vs. Logan Sky
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As the bell rings, the two lock up, but it quickly becomes a blur of speed. Ollie, true to his nature, immediately breaks out into a sprint, bouncing off the ropes and launching himself at Logan with a flying headscissors. Logan, however, sees it coming and uses Ollieās momentum against him, flipping through the move and landing on his feet with a confident smirk. The crowd erupts, and the match is off to a fast-paced start.
Ollie keeps trying to outpace Logan, leaping from one rope to the next, attempting crossbodies, dropkicks, and arm drags, all in rapid succession. But Logan expertly counters, staying one step ahead, dodging Ollieās attacks and catching him with sharp, precise moves. At one point, Logan catches Ollie mid-air and transitions into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, slowing down Ollieās momentum with a perfectly timed move.
The middle of the match sees both men trying to outdo each other with increasingly daring aerial moves. Logan goes for a suplex, but Ollie rolls out of the way, immediately countering with a handspring enzuigiri that cracks Logan in the head, leaving him stunned. Ollie sees his opening and quickly climbs to the top rope, launching himself for a Hurricanrana.
Logan takes control, locking Ollie into a series of technical holds, focusing on his midsection to weaken him for a future finisher. He methodically works over Ollieās ribs with targeted kicks and stretches, trying to take away his ability to perform those high-flying moves. Every time Ollie tries to speed the match up, Logan grounds him with smart counters and suplexes.
However, Ollieās resilience shines through. He fights back, using his speed to escape Loganās holds and land a Tornado DDT, planting Logan into the mat. The crowd explodes as Ollie begins to gain momentum again. He hits a series of quick moves, including a running shooting star press, going for a near fall. But Logan kicks out at two, showing his own toughness and experience.
The match builds to a crescendo as both men, exhausted but determined, try to finish each other off. Logan climbs to the top rope for his signature move, the āthe burning hammerā, but Ollie recovers. The two exchange punches, battling for control, with the crowd on their feet. In a breathtaking moment, Ollie manages to hook Loganās arm and deliver a Planes, Trains, and Plantains leaving both men sprawled out on the mat.
In the final moments, Ollie, sensing victory, goes for his finishing move, the GARBAGE DAY! He lands the move gaining the pin. He holds up Rocky Trashington in the pet carrier as they both celebrate his victory.
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SEGMENT
3000 Word Limit
Pariticpant: Nick Knight
Nick Knight demands answers from the Savage Kingdom after their vicious assault last week on Odyssey... will he get things of his chest alone?
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{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 and he is wearing an all-black five-piece suit and carrying a barbed wire wrapped 2x4.}
Alison Valance: Now making his way to the ring āThe Hollywood Butcherā Nick Knight!!!!
Vasco Dias: We saw Nick Knight make his long-awaited return last week in a three-way match against Nick Danger and Logan Sky
Alison Valance: Things did not go his way when Savage By Nature unexpectedly attacked him during the match.
Vasco Dias: I have a feeling that āThe Hollywood Butcherā is about to say something about that right now.
{Knight climbs into the ring careful not to snag his suit on the barbed wire and takes a microphone from the ring side attendant.}
The people that know me can tell you that itās pretty fucking impressive to see me in anything other than track pants and a hoody. Hell I havenāt worn anything nicer than a polo shirt since I got married going on two years ago. Tonight seemed like as good a time as any to change that so I dug in the back of my closet and found a certain suit.
This is the first suit that I ever bought and I only wear it for one occasion, funerals. It was purchased from a menās shop in Nashville, Tennessee the day before we buried Jimmy Knight and I just stuck it in the back of my closet just in case I would ever need it again. Hell I wasnāt planning on needing it tonight and had to have one of my wives ship it from LA.
{Nick slowly starts to turn in a circle.}
It still fits as great as the day that I bought it.
{He stops and flicks a piece of lint off of the jacket.}
If you see me later tonight please donāt feel the need to give me your condolences because no one I know had died. No, I just wanted to get this suit here in Phoenix and make sure that it fits before Iām forced to go to the largest funeral in company history next week because Stephen Terrella and The Black Widow are about to fucking die.
Last week wasnāt just some random wrestling match against a couple of random opponents. It was proof to me that I had walked through one of the darkest periods of my life and come out on the other side. You fans might not have given a shit, but to me, it was just as good as wrestling Pax Stormcrow for the World Championship.
It was going to be my night, but the shaved ape and his two bitches decided that they wanted to take it away from me for no fucking reason. In a matter of seconds, Savage By Nature pulled me back into the darkness I had barely escaped. They undid everything that I accomplished locked away from the world for three fucking months, and there is going to be Hell to pay.
{Knight slams the barbed wire wrapped 2x4 into his forehead until blood begins to flow.}
I was returning to this sport a healthy man, but you had to steal that from me. When you slammed that lead pipe into me it wasnāt my leg that you injured it was my mind. That powerbomb barely injured my mind, but it has left my psyche in a broken heap. I mean, just look at what Iām doing to myself.
{Nick slams the board into his forehead a second time.}
The thing that Iām trying hard to figure out is why did you attack me?
{The former Invictus Champion gets close to the camera so itās a tight shot of his bleeding face.}
Did you think I was weak just because Iād been gone for a while?
{āThe Hollywood Butcherā starts to laugh.}
Iāve spent the past three months living in the kind of place where nightmares are born. I have been locked inside of a cage with men that would happily stab you to death with a plastic fork and then eat your fucking face. Do you really want to be inside of the ring with that kind of monster?
{Knight steps back away from the camera.}
I would love for you both come down here and answer my questions, but it seems that Terrella's stupid ass is banned from Sacrifice. That's okay because I don't mind waiting to do things on my time.
That might be next week in Glendale, it might be in Mexico City, Hell I might just wait until Survival of The Fittest. All I know is that Terrella and Black Widow better be watching their backs because that conversation is coming, and I guarantee you're not going to like it.
{Nick starts to climb out of the ring. The camera focuses in on the trail of blood that he left on the canvas as the show goes to commercial.}
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Rob Diamond vs. Bryce de JƤger vs. Nick Danger
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Allison Valance: The following is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for One Fall!
{ Suddenly the lights drop out as the opening riff of Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood hits. The entire arena lets out a collective cheer. The graphics on the screen show some of the many highlights of the career of Rob Diamond. The lights in the arena start to strobe pink as the second, third, fourth and fifth riffs all hit with pink pyro launching out of the stage and just as the lyrics kick in, Rob Diamond steps out to enormous cheers! Rob Diamond walks down the ramp slapping hands with the crowd. Rob smirks and points toward the ring as he marches forward. Rob runs up the steps and steps into the ring. Rob hands Alison Valance a note card. }
Vasco Diaz: I miss the OG Rob Diamond
Terri Morasco: I really need you to qualify which one.
Vasco Diaz: The one from this version of the multiverse.
Allison Valance: At this time it is my honor and my privilege to introduceā¦ THE MASTER OF DISASTER! THE FACE OF THE FRANCHISE! THE SULTAN OF SWAT! THE INFAMOUS ONE HIMSELF! HE IS THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME! ROB DIAMOND!!!!
Terri Morasco: Which. One.
Vasco Diaz: Iām not trying to get tricked into being canceled again.
{ After the introduction, Rob throws up both arms with his index fingers in the air as pink pyro erupts along the ring apron behind him before hitting the biggest crotch chop of all time. }
Allison Valance: Introducing next, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He is the Rising Aceā¦ Nick Danger!
Vasco Diaz: Nick Danger ought to feel good that this show is on Tuesday. Heās only the second biggest disappointment out of Philly this week.
Terri Morasco: Youāre an ass.
{ 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. Nick climb 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. }
Allison Valance: And their opponent, from Johannesburg, South Africa. Bryce De JƤger
Vasco Diaz:: Finally someone worth rooting for in this match.
Terri Morasco: Of course you would pick a scumbag like him.
Vasco Diaz:: America-centric as always, Morasco. Try to have some culture.
{ The low synth and drums of āEscape from New Yorkā start to play and as the Pino stings hit, Bryce walks out with a small smile on his face walking down towards the ring slowly deliberately hitting the apron as the bridge hits to hop up and pull himself by the bottom rope in a slide on his back into the ring as he stands up smoothly and starts to take off his jacket throwing it to one side as he sits in one of the corners nonchalantly. }
Terri Morasco: Blue Shoes has drawn duty for this match and heās going to have his hands full Iām sure.
Vasco Diaz: We need another official. That reprobate Rob Diamond publicly proclaimed he was fully intent on making this an uneven match.
{ Blue Shoes takes his time checking over each competitor, making certain that they have no obvious hidden weaponry or other shortcuts available to them as Allison makes her way clear from the ring. Once convinced that everything is clear he signals for the bell. Rob Diamond explodes from his corner, making a beeline over towards Bryce. The two of them instantly lock up, trading holds as each technician tries to one up the other. Nick Danger, for his part, hesitates. Clearly he doesnāt particularly want to team up in a 2 on 1 situation. }
Vasco Diaz: Nick Danger once again proving why rooting for him is a fools errand.
Terri Morasco: I think it is admirable that he isnāt trying to take an easy way out.
Vasco Diaz: And thatās why you never had a career in this business.
{ Rob and Bryce continue to trade holds, and it is only when Rob shoots him a look that Nick breaks into action, running the ropes. However it appears that instead of helping the self proclaimed Goat, he springboards off the ropes and moves for a 450 splash to take them both out. Bryce and Rob are still aware enough that they are able to break and push each other apart. But Nick Danger continues his momentum in the spring to land in a crouch in the open space between the two of them in a three point crouch that causes the crowd to go wild. }
Terri Morasco: Nick Danger with some incredible athleticism, able to overcorrect from a highly technical move!
Vasco Diaz: Hooray. More flippy shit.
{ The three men explode into action then, exchanging blows and holds with each other. For the most part it is a technical display, being something that all three men tend to have in common. As the match goes on each man showcases why he has a chance to win here. Rob shows his cunning instincts and uses the ring environment to his advantage. At one point, as Bryce de JƤger charges toward him in the corner, Rob dodges at the last second, causing Bryce to crash shoulder-first into the steel post. Sensing the opportunity, Rob swiftly grabs Bryce and delivers a snap DDT, spiking the big man into the mat. Rob immediately goes for a pin, but Nick Danger flies off the top rope, breaking the count with a well-timed elbow drop.
Nick Dangerās agility keeps him a constant threat. After saving the match, he explodes into action, taking down Rob with a series of quick arm drags and a beautiful standing dropkick. With Rob momentarily down, Nick takes to the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault onto Bryce, who had just gotten back to his feet. The crowd roars in approval as Nickās aerial prowess shines, leaving both his opponents stunned.
Bryce de JƤger, despite the punishment he's taken, begins to regain control. After catching Nick mid-air during an attempted crossbody, Bryce hoists him up and delivers a brutal fallaway slam, sending Nick crashing hard into the turnbuckle. The force of the move leaves Nick writhing in pain, and Bryce immediately turns his attention to Rob, who is pulling himself up by the ropes. Bryce lifts Rob into the air for a huge powerbomb, but Rob fights back with elbows to the head, managing to slip out.
The pace of the match picks up again as all three wrestlers exchange high-impact moves. Rob nails Bryce with a superkick that staggers the big man, and Nick follows it up with a running hurricanrana, flipping Bryce onto his back. With Bryce down, Rob and Nick, realizing they need to focus on each other, lock into a rapid exchange of counters and reversals. Rob attempts a back suplex, but Nick flips out, landing on his feet and hitting a spinning back kick to Robās midsection.
Nick Danger then climbs to the top rope, eyeing both opponents as the crowd chants for something spectacular. He leaps off for a high-risk shooting star press aimed at Rob Diamond, but Bryce de JƤger, showing incredible awareness, catches Nick mid-flight and transitions into a brutal powerslam, shaking the ring with impact. Bryce goes for the pin, but Rob, never one to miss an opportunity, sneaks in with a low dropkick to Bryceās head, breaking up the count at the last second.
The match reaches a fever pitch as all three wrestlers are visibly exhausted but determined. Bryce de JƤger regains his footing and levels both Nick and Rob with consecutive clotheslines. He roars, signaling the end, and sets Rob up for his devastating finishing moveāthe "JƤgerbomb"āa huge sit-out powerbomb. However, as he lifts Rob, Nick Danger, recovering on the apron, springboards back into the ring with a missile dropkick, taking down both men in one spectacular move.
In the final sequence, suddenly the lights go out!}
Terri Morasco: What is going on?
Vasco Diaz: HAVE I GONE BLIND?!
{As the lights flash back on Abraxes stands above all three men lying out on the ring. He clacks his teeth as we go to the commercial break.}
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SEGMENT
3000 Word Limit
Participants: Dean Harper
After his controversial victory over Vivienne Daniels, Dean Harper joins us to ask... who is next!?
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{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 standing in the ring.}
Dean Harper: So thatās 2 out of 6 done so far. Iāve gone 2 for 2 so far. Which is better than people expected.
{Dean smirks, leaning on the ropes looking to the ramp.}
Dean Harper: So who's next for the meat grinder? Mai? April? Little Sister? Homewrecker 3000?
{āCheck? Okay.ā
{The Imperialtron comes to life with a green ECG beep, then a white one and an orange one, then an Irish tricolour fourth beat which transitions a flatline, replaced by a stronger, bolder, more assertive identity in uncompromising gold against the black: SHEA OāHARA. The crowd erupt into a mixture of cheers and boos as a renewed ball of energy, Shea OāHara explodes through the curtain. She surveys the electric crowd for a moment.
The crowd show no signs of dipping in their energy as they are greeted by the fiery redhead in shades and scarlet leather jacket. Taking centre stage, with her dented Queenās Gambit briefcase in hand, Shea plants her feet firmly, bouncing into a slight squat as she throws up the ādevil hornsā on her free hand. The gesture is coordinated with the start of the chorus of āComing For Bloodā by Eva Under Fire (featuring From Ashes To New) as a trio of small intermittent flame pyros are set off on either side of her. }
Vasco Dias: Well, Dean didnāt have to wait long for his answer. Here comes Shea OāHara, Vivienneās best friendā¦
Terri Morasco: The turncoat. Shea betrayed the Birds Of Prey at Night of the Immortals when she kicked Charlotte Shimizu in the face both figuratively and literally after she helped the Birds Of Prey secure their first win over the combined might of The Murder.
Vasco Dias: Oh please Terri, please tell me youāre not still going on about that. Itās in the past, let it go. Besides, that little hiccup in history will finally be corrected later tonight when The Murder set things right and beat the Birds Of Prey in our main event, like they should have the first time around.
Terri Morasco: I wouldnāt be so sure of that, Vasco. The Birds Of Prey are being led by a new and improved Charlotte Shimizu. A woman who took her biggest setback at Night of the Immortals and refocused all that disappointment to now become the only woman in history to have won both the Iron Maiden and the Heiress To The Throne in the same year, not to mention the biggest achievement of all, being the current Womenās World Championā¦
Vasco Dias: Yeah, yeah. That all sounds real impressive Terri, until you consider the simple fact that the only reason Jennie Fenix didnāt utterly embarrass Charlie once again at Legacy like she did at Night of the Immortals is because she was physically unable to compete. It would have been a completely different story if Jennie had been cleared and management werenāt forced to call Dawn Halliwell out of retirement just so we still had a competitive match at Legacy. Halliwell may be good, hell she may be one of the best with that Kane blood running through her veins, but letās be real, the Fenixes are on a whole other level, they always have beenā¦
Terri Morasco: Wow, Vasco. Are you hoping our GM gives you a bonus or something, or do you just naturally like kissing your bossā ass?
Vasco Dias: I donāt know what youāre talking about Terri, Iām just stating the facts, like a good commentator who is worth so much more than he is currently paid should, besides I donāt think the GM handles salary decisions anyway.
Terri Morasco: Yeah, right. Okay, whatever.
{Shea then sprints to the ring, sliding under the ropes, where she bounces up to her feet and runs to the ropes, playing to the camera as she places her left foot on the bottom rope, bouncing before throwing up the ādevil hornsā on her right hand again, triggering yellow sparkling pyro explosions from each turnbuckle either side of her.
The crowd remains vocal even as the lights return to normal and the music fades. She steps up to Dean, fearlessly and face to face. She raises her dented briefcase above her head and mouths āAnything you can do, I can do betterā, a clear reference to how Dean used his Joker In The Pack contract when he had it in 2018.
Shea takes a step back and Dean notices under her jacket, Shea is wearing a Dean Harper āEveryoneās Favorite Psychopathā shirt, that has been vandalised to read āMy Favorite Bitchā instead. A clear homage to the mind games earlier in the year of her other best friend Warren, Deanās ex-husband.
Shea lowers her briefcase and takes a moment to adjust her headset microphone which is looped around her ear.}
Shea OāHara: Check. This on? āCause I wouldnāt want you to miss a single word I have to say here tonight, like. I want you to hear me loud and clear, Deanie baby.
{Shea smirks.}
Shea OāHara: Now, before we get down to business, like, let me formally introduce myself, since you know, Iām not who you think I am or who you wish I was, Dean. I am Shea OāHara. I am your ex-husband Warren Kiddās bestie, just like I am Vivienne Danielsā bestie too, but what I absolutely am not is the one thing you so desperately need me to be. I am not the reason Warren decided heād finally had enough of your bullshit. I am not the reason he was pushed to his personal breaking point, and I sure as hell am not the reason your marriage crashed and burned so spectacularly. Was it long overdue in my estimation? Abso-fecking-lutely!. But you fucked yourself over when you attacked Vivienne and finally opened Warrenās eyes not only to the kinda man you really are, but the kinda man youāll always be.
{Shea pauses to let her words sink in a moment.}
Shea OāHara: I donāt expect you to quite understand this like, but good people get tired too, Dean. Good people reach their limits too, and when they do, they set boundaries for themselves. Youāve been in therapy most of your life, so I know this isnāt new to you, or if it is, you need a new therapist, but Warren finally being driven to the point of needing to reinforce a firm boundary with you is neither my fault nor my responsibility, and frankly Iām getting a little sick of you acting like it is. Letās not kid ourselves Dean, at most you and Warren had a couple of good years between you, but youād been together a lot longer than that, so itās not like your relationship was ever the picture perfect dark romance that edgy emo bands like to romanticise. Donāt be mad at me for something we both knew was inevitable. Things were never quite the same between the two of you, especially after Maxine died, God rest her soul, so it was never a question of if, but rather when Warren would finally wake up and see what Iāve always seen in you Deanā¦
{Another pause.}
Shea OāHara: Youāre a fucking terrible choice for him, like. Fact is, you always were. There is way too much trauma and tragedy between you. You both can barely carry your own shit, so why youāre so surprised that you canāt carry each otherās as well is beyond me, Dean. Are you really that fecking naive? Actually, you know what? Donāt answer that, ācause if we get into a debate about all your character flaws right now, weāll be here all night, and unlike your therapist, Iām not paid by the hour to sort through all the garbage in your fucked up little head. I donāt have the time or the patience to break everything down for you in a way that even you can understand, so letās instead talk to each other in the only language youāve ever truly understood - pain.
{Shea smirks.}
Shea OāHara: Pain is something I know you know intimately, Dean. Youāve been through more than I can imagine or even comprehend. Even knowing all I know about what Rowan put you through in The Pack thanks to Warrenās blood curdling recollections of how she punished you for not only your mistakes but the mistakes of others in your fucked up little family, I will never ever fully understand the damage sheās done to you or the monster sheās created. But, make no mistake, Iām not out here for revenge like Vivienne was, Iām not out here for justice like Pandora was. I may be in The Murder, but I really donāt give a fuck about what you did to Rowan. In fact Iāve never seen eye to eye with Rowan, and truthfully if you hadnāt put her down when you did, Iād never have joined The Murder myself. So I guess I should thank you for not only making the business feel a little safer overall without that demonic bitch stalking everyoneās nightmares but also for helping me strengthen my bond with my forever best friends Warren Kidd and Vivienne Daniels.
{Shea grins.}
Shea OāHara: Unfortunately, for all the positive that has come out of you doing the unfathomable to Rowan MacDonnough for me personally, I wouldnāt be much of a bestie if I just let all the years youāve emotionally hurt Warren and more recently all the ways youāve hurt Vivienne physically slide. See, whilst I respect Warrenās boundary on intergender competition, I donāt share it. When a person needs to be popped in the mouth, they should be popped in the mouth, and they shouldnāt get a free pass ācause of what they identify as. And though I've never had a reason to seek out intergender competition before, this is a unique opportunity and set of circumstances that Iād be a fool to pass up. What better way to prove that Iām more than ready for the current Womenās World Champion, Charlotte Shimizu, than to step up to the plate against the very best former four time Menās World Champion, Dean Harper?
{Shea pauses again, looking Dean dead in his eyes.}
Shea OāHara: Think of it as killing two birds with one stone. Not only do I get to bitchslap you around for the hell youāve put two of my very best friends through, but I also get to prove just how ready I am to face the greatest challenge of my career when I choose to eventually cash in my golden ticket for a shot at Charlieās World Title, like. But just like I wonāt let Charlotte dictate the when of our match, I wonāt let you, Dean, dictate the how of our fight, like you baited Vivienne into that cage. No, when I fight you, it will be on my terms or not at all. Which brings me to why Iām out here tonight. See, for all the personal issues I have with you, your never say die attitude is legendary, and your personal threshold for pain is unparalleled, so any regular match with you would not be only suicide for me, but I imagine deeply unsatisfying for you, especially as I can see it in your eyes how much you want to hurt me for being so much closer to Warren than youāve ever been in your miserable little life, so hereās your chance, Dean. Everyone has their limits Harper, and Warren pushed you to yours at Immortals in a truly inspirational performance for the ages. How do I top something as monumental as tapping you out in front of the entire fecking world? Truth is, I canāt, but maybeā¦just maybe I can match it. See most people believe youāve got no quit in you, but Iāve always been the kinda girl who has to see something for herself to believe it, so how about it, big boy? You and me, Dean Harper versus Shea OāHara for the first time ever, one on one in an āI QUIT!ā Match!
{Dean looks down at his nails.}
Dean Harper: Oh am I allowed to talk now? Cool.
{Dean looks down at Shea with a smile.}
Dean Harper: But to clarify, homewrecker 3000? Itās entirely because you are obsessed with other peopleās partners. Instead of going to find someone single, someone, actually interested in you, you constantly flitter around hoping against hope Vivienne or Warren will end their relationships and run off with you. Everyone knows it. Even Bird of Prey talked openly about how they knew thatās the only reason you stabbed them in the back. And the pathetic thing is anyone with eyes can tell that at one point in time Vivienne probably would have run off to have a sapphic love affair with you but then she spent more then ten minutes in the same room with you and Warren. Anyone in the same room as you two knows how deeply you are in love with each other. But Warren wants to ruin every other romantic partnerās life because he doesnāt feel like heās worthy of you.
{Dean shrugs.}
Dean Harper: I Quit match? Sounds fun.
Shea OāHara: All I wanted was a simple yes, Dean. Now I have it. Good day to you.
{Shea smiles and takes her leave as her music hits, head held high, but not willing to be baited by his observations of her motives or her character.}
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STREET FIGHT MATCH
w/ Special Guest Referee Nate Harris
RAM vs. Jason "J-TV" Hathaway
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Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Morasco: This match is pretty exciting. Ram challenged J-TV on twitter and then on the show last week.
Vasco Dias: But is Ram writing checks he canāt cash?
{The pounding drums of āBoujee Nativesā hit over the PA, and Nate Harris struts out from the back, rolling his wrists and looking around at the crowd with a grin on his face. Nate saunters down the entrance ramp, winking at someone in the front row, and striding towards the apron. He walks around to the side of the ring, leaping up onto the apron and turning mid-jump to land on a knee, grabbing the second rope. Nate gets to his feet, spinning to the center of the apron and grinning as he is hyping the crowd. He hooks his arms over the top rope, backflipping over the ropes and back-rolling to his feet. Nate struts over to the corner, leaning back against the turnbuckles and smirking as he waits for the bell.}
Alison Valance: The Special Guest Referee and your Galdiator Championā¦ Nate Harris!
Terri Morasco: God he looks good in a referee shirt.
Vasco Dias: Get your thirst under control Morasco.
{The punchy synth beats of 'Yo Little Brother' begin to play over the speakers as the lights dim low. All of the screens go black, before displaying a static 'J-TV' logo. An entire camera crew file out onto the stage and point themselves towards the entryway as Jason Hathaway emerges with a personal security detail, wearing a leather jacket, gold chain, and a round pair of shades. He takes his time looking at each camera and posing slightly, before raising his hand and snapping his fingers right as the lyrics to his song kick in.}
"Yo, Yo, Little Brother, watcha out here tryna' discover? Yo, Yo, Little Brother. You're gonna get it from your dad and your mother."
{The lights go bright again, spinning and flashing wildly as the screens switch from the static logos to live feeds from the camera crew as they follow Jason marching down to the ring with a cocky sneer on his face. Hathaway takes off his sunglasses as he reaches ringside and tosses them into the crowd as he hops up onto the apron and jumps over the top rope into the ring. The security detail enter the ring behind him as he spreads his arms, taking off his jacket and chain for him.}
"Yo, Yo, Little Brother, watcha out here tryna' discover? Yo, Yo, Little Brother. It's gonna hurt you, one way or another."
Alison Valance: First out to the ring, standing at 6ā2āā and weighing in at 220 pounds from Cuyahoga Falls, Ohioā¦ JASON āJ-TVā HATHAWAY!
Terri Morasco: Jason is not here to play.
Vasco Dias: Is anyone?
{ The opening bars to a metal cover of "Necron" -- the final battle theme from Final Fantasy IX -- begin to play as we hear distorted audio recordings of screams and laughter filter in. The visual of blood red-hued programming language being typed on a screen is seen with a hint of flame dancing in the background. The flames grow bigger and bigger before the pictures cut to black, and the following message appears. }
"c000021a [FATAL SYSTEM ERROR]"
{ As "Necron" kicks into gear, Ram hops into the picture, and as pyro goes off around him he pretends to do the famous Buster Sword "victory" pose before heading down to ringside. While he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, he takes a moment or two to look around and admire the gathering around him before stepping inside the ring. }
Alison Valance: Last to the ringā¦ Standing at 6ā3āā weighing in at 225 pounds from Watauga, TXā¦ RAM
Terri Morasco: Ram has made a career of talking shit.
Vasco Dias: Maybe tonight will be something of a lesson in Fuck around and Find Out.
{Nate seems to be taking a moment to make sure both RAM and J-TV are clean and not bringing in anything they shouldnāt. }
Terri Morasco: Nate is here to make sure the match is fair, but also to enforce his authority if needed.
Vasco Dias: Heās here because heās a the Gladiator Champion. Nothing more.
{As the bell rings, RAM charges at Jason, using his power advantage to immediately take control. He slams Jason into the corner with a thunderous shoulder block, then follows up with a series of heavy punches. Jason is on the defensive early, trying to use his speed to evade RAMās relentless offense, but RAMās strength is overwhelming. He throws Jason across the ring with a brutal belly-to-belly suplex, shaking the ring and sending a clear message.}
Terri Morasco: Ram starting off strong here.
Vasco Dias: He doesnāt have another choice if he wants to survive.
{Jason, though, isnāt just going to lie down. He rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, shooting a glance at Nate Harris as if hoping for some leniency. But Nateās stern expression says heās not interested in games. Jason slides back into the ring and tries to outmaneuver RAM, using quick jabs and ducking under RAMās powerful strikes. He manages to land a dropkick that staggers the big man, then follows it up with a springboard elbow, knocking RAM to one knee.}
Terri Morasco: J-TV on the defensive.
Vasco Dias: Things can change on a dime.
{Jason starts to find his rhythm, using his technical skill to chop down the bigger RAM. He focuses on RAMās legs, delivering sharp kicks and low strikes to weaken his base. Jason locks RAM into a single-leg Boston crab, trying to wear down the powerhouse, but RAMās strength is undeniable. He powers out of the hold, shoving Jason away and getting back to his feet.}
Terri Morasco: RAM is figuring out his footing.
Vasco Dias: How can you say something and not say anything at all?
{As the match progresses, it becomes clear that Jason is relying on his usual tricksāat one point, he tries to pull RAM into a roll-up, grabbing the tights for leverage. But Nate Harris catches him in the act, pointing sternly and warning Jason that heās watching closely. The crowd pops as Nate asserts his authority, and Jason backs off, knowing he canāt get away with his usual tactics under Nateās watchful eye.}
Terri Morasco: Nate isnt letting anything go here.
Vasco Dias: Fun ruiner.
{The turning point of the match comes when RAM, after absorbing a series of strikes, catches Jason mid-air during an attempted crossbody and slams him down with a spine-crushing powerslam. The impact is massive, and RAM goes for the pin, but Jason kicks out at two, showing his resilience. Frustrated, RAM argues with Nate Harris about the count, but Nate remains calm, keeping control of the match.}
Terri Morasco: Ram feels shorted here.
Vasco Dias: It was a short count!
{As RAM looks to finish things off, setting up for his finishing move, Jason pulls a desperate moveāhe ducks a lariat and shoves RAM directly into Nate Harris. RAM collides with Nate, sending the guest referee crashing to the mat. With Nate temporarily down, Jason sees his chance and rolls out of the ring to grab a steel chair. The crowd boos as Jason slides back in, clearly planning to use the chair while Nate is still recovering.}
Terri Morasco: uh oh.
Vasco Dias: here we go!
{However, before Jason can swing, Nate Harris suddenly rises to his feet. The gladiator champion isnāt down for long, and he catches Jason red-handed with the chair. Nate snatches the chair away, tossing it out of the ring, and gives Jason a glare that freezes him in his tracks. Jason pleads with Nate, but Nateās patience has run out. He steps toward Jason, daring him to make another move, while the crowd erupts in excitement.}
Terri Morasco: Nate and Jason had a match for the gladiator belt.
Vasco Dias: A round two doesnt look far off.
{With Jason distracted, RAM takes full advantage. He grabs Jason from behind, lifting him into the air and delivering his finishing moveāa devastating RED RING OF DEATH that shakes the ring. Jason crashes to the mat, completely wiped out. RAM goes for the pin, and Nate Harris, now fully recovered, drops down to make the count.
Oneā¦
Twoā¦
Three!}
Alison Valance: And your Winner RAM!
Terri Morasco: You have to keep your eyes on everyone in a match like this.
Vasco Dias: Boo! Boo I say!
{As RAMās music hits and he celebrates his victory, Nate Harris stands tall, making it clear that he kept the match fair and under control. Jason rolls out of the ring, visibly frustrated. RAM steps to stand nose to nose with Nate pointing at the belt. RAM starts talking shit, like he does, Nate nods a minute before hitting Ram with a STFU. Leaving him sprawled out on the mat. Nate does two middle fingers towards Ram before walking out of the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Whelp.
Vasco Dias: Talk shit, Get hit I guess.
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SEGMENT
3000 Words
Participants: Caleb Cannin and Pax Stormcrow
Caleb Canin calls out the IWF Men's World champion Pax Stormcrow as he continues his search for justice after Night of the Immortals, what will the champ have to say?
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āSICK!ā
{ As āS!CKā by The Warning plays and a chorus of boos echoes through the arena, Caleb Cannin emerges onto the entrance ramp. Heās wearing an all-black suit, save for a red tie. He marches his way down to the ring, grabbing a microphone before he enters. The music dies down, but the crowd still heavily boos the man in the center of the ring. }
Caleb Cannin: Are you done?
{ Nope, the audience is still letting him have it. He gestures to have his volume turned up before he continues. }
Caleb Cannin: What surprises me is the audacity. The audacity of all of you. You hate me, why? Is it because I donāt pander to you? Because I wonāt lower myself to act like Iām your friend? Or is it jealousy? Any way you put it, it doesnāt matter. I understand that I am not popular here. And, maybe at one time, I cared about that. But nowā¦ I only have one goal in mind. Itās something that Roberto Verona has graciously led me to. With his vision, I will have everything I need. The only person standing in my wayā¦ is Pax Stormcrow.
{ Cheers erupt from the audience at the mention of the world champion. }
Caleb Cannin: Another one of your heroes. Someone who isnāt willing to let nature take its course. Defiant, brash and uncouth. A man that people looked at and said that heād be a Hall of Famer one day. Look at him now. A multiple time IWF World Champion. A Heir to the Throne. One of the newest Hall of Fame inductees. Heās had it all in the palm of his hands. Somebody like myself, well, he thinks he shouldnāt be worried. Even when I tell him that Iām coming to take everything he has, he doesnāt show fear. Or, at least, thatās what I had thought. But a few weeks ago, when I had his little girlfriend ready to get spiked right into this matā¦ I saw it. In his eyes, he told me exactly what I needed to know. When he came at me with such ferocity and hate, I knew what kind of a competitor he really is. And now, Iām ready. The question is, Pax, are you ready? Because I would love nothing more than to see if youāre the champion that everyone thinks you are, or if youāre just a gutless little-
{ The thumping beat of āStadium Pow Wowā reverberates through the arena as the crowd leaps to their feet with cheers. Pax walks out onto the stage in the new āSeventh Generation Wrestlersā tee and the Menās World Championship securely around his waist. He looks around at the cheering crowd and nods his head before making his way down to the ring, pausing at the time keepers table to grab a mic }
Pax Stormcrow: What up Neechieāsā¦.
Crowd: Itās ya boi!
{ Pax grins widely before he slides into the ring. He springs up to his feet walking forward to invade Calebās face as he lifts his mic to his mouth. }
Pax Stormcrow: Caleb, boy. Look into my eyes right now and tell me if you see any fear in my eyes?
{ Caleb flares his nostrils as he stares right into Paxās eyes. }
Caleb Cannin: Ohā¦ I see something better than fear now. You want to fight me.
{ Cannin smirks as he takes a step back, holding out his free hand to halt the champion. }
Caleb Cannin: But weāre not there. Not yet.
Pax Stormcrow: You might not be there. You had your shot, which you lost. But if Verona wants to give you a break from deepthroating his boot and hand you a shot, why not. My dance card is open.
{ Caleb slightly raises an eyebrow before stepping forward again to face Pax. }
Caleb Cannin: Itās open, huh? So you are a fighting champion. Very interesting, Pax. You brought up the past and I knew youād do so. Let me tell youā¦ Iāve changed since then. Iām not here to change the culture. Iām not here to become a flagbearer or some poster boy. Iām not here to be the future, not for the people, the company or even myself. You know what happened when I failed? I learned. I learned what I needed to leave behind andā¦ what I needed to become.
{ He lowers the microphone temporarily, narrowing his eyes at an impatient Pax. }
Caleb Cannin: You can deride me for having Roberto Verona by my side. What difference is your opinion going to make when I have that championship around my waist? What difference will anybodyās opinion make when I become the world champion? And rest assured, I donāt care if my victory is showered in champagneā¦ or your blood.
{ Pax only chuckles and shakes his head. }
Pax Stormcrow: You funny, man. Youāre right. If you became champ that would make all the difference wouldnāt it. The only problem is that there are two things standing between you and being the champ, Caleb. The best pure wrestler this company has, and your fuckin self doubt. If you really thought you had a chance, youād have cashed in that briefcase long before they made you do it.
{ Cannin visibly grits his teeth, lowering his head and briefly looking away from Stormcrow. }
Caleb Cannin: The only thing I agree with you on is that there are only two things standing between me and that championship. One is you. The otherā¦ you said self doubt? If you want to say that I have self doubt, go right ahead. And you can criticize me and my choices. You can poke fun at my cash-in. Itās a bullet that only goes skin deep. Because I wonāt need a briefcase to take you out, Stormcrow. I think Iāve held this side of myself back for too long. You want to call yourself the best pure wrestler in this company? Pure. Purity will get you nowhere with me. It didnāt get you anywhere when I nearly dropped Charlotte right on her head, did it?
{ Pax grits his teeth as his hand visibly tightens into a fist for a moment before he breaks into his trademark grin. }
Pax Stormcrow: Ya, fuck me right? I got mad that you decided you wanted to backstab my partner who also happened to be my Partner. How fucking dare I? Such a big flex on your part, attacking someone from behind. Look, everyone here knows the only reason you are stepping to me is cause you think Bertoās legion of goons is gonna come in and help you. But ya know what? Let em. Iāll kick their ass and yours too. Then wonāt you look like the pathetic stain that you are.
{ Caleb slightly tilts his head before offering a small smirk in the champās direction. }
Caleb Cannin: And there it is. You call me a stain. You want to know something, Pax? That isnāt the first time Iāve been called that and Iām sure it wonāt be the last. But I can see it in your body language. You want to play the valiant and conquering hero. But you also want to tear me limb from limb. Is it because of my words? Or maybe you realize that I am willing to take away everythingā¦ and everyone you care about. I wonāt subject you to a beatdown from the Legion right now. Not because I think you could hold your ownā¦ but because I want that violence all for myself. Go ahead and be a hero, Stormcrow. Be a hero to these people, to the locker roomā¦ and to your partner. I can see that you want to, what is it, kick my ass? I would love to see the attempt butā¦ I think you know what I want.
{ Cannin points right at the championship. }
Caleb Cannin: But just knowā¦ if you agree, I canāt guarantee Iāll be so polite the next time weāre face-to-face.
{ Pax glances down at the belt and then back up at Caleb with a grin. He tucks his fingers into the belt and lifts it slightly. }
Pax Stormcrow: Anytime, anywhere boy. Just count the lights for me when I put you on your back. Thereāll be a quiz.
{ Caleb looks intently at the title being held up. He grins and nods slightly before moving past Pax. As he steps between the ropes, the microphone is put back to his mouth. }
Caleb Cannin: Before I leave, I just want you to rememberā¦ I am willing to take away all that you care about. Anything in order to make the vision come true. See it, feel itā¦ believe it.
{ He drops the microphone, leaving Stormcrow in the ring as he solemnly saunters up the entrance ramp and into backstage. }
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MAIN EVENT
SIX PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH
The Birds of Prey vs. The Murder (Vivenne Daniels, Mai Everstone and Shea O'Hara)
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Alison Valance: The following six-person tag team match is scheduled for one fall and has a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first...
{The lights throughout the arena flicker and go black, with several of the lights around the entrance seeming to overload, sending sparks flying down the stage. One by one, the screens flicker back to life showing a harvest moon hanging in a cloudy sky as the sound of fluttering wings and screaming crows fills the building. The screens soon swarm with the silhouettes of these birds, drowning out the moon and filling the arena once more in darkness as the opening strings of āThe Devilās Gonna Comeā by Raphael Lake & Royal Baggs begins to play.}
āThe Broken and Fallen, dangled souls been sent to burn,
Nowadays they been calling, telling me soon itās gonna be my turnā¦ā
{A dark red spotlight hits the stage, revealing three figures standing in a wedge - Vivienne Rodgers, Shea OāHara and Mai Everstone. They stand together, in stillness before flames ignite down the sides of the entrance ramp in a line before they advance with confident, inevitable certainty.}
āNow I knowā¦ the Devilās gonna come when the sun goes downā¦ā
{Red light and smoke fill the ringside area as the three of them glare into the audience or their victims within before they join together in the middle of the ring, each of them raising a hand into the air. As one, the hands clench into fists as the house lights return to normal.}
Terri Morasco: We see the Murder there, Vasco, clearly confident ahead of what will be another chapter in their rivalry with the Birds of Prey. There will be no handshakes or hugs afterward; but, perhaps, this encounter won't be fueled by as much animosity as we've seen in the past from these two groups.
Vasco Dias: Oh, I know what Mai said, Morasco. She is young and naive. Trust me when I tell you, I think there is still plenty of animosity left in Viv and Shea's heart, though. Look what Charlie did to Vivienne last week, all so she could have another five seconds in the spotlight! She can't help herself! Charlotte isn't just the sun in her own universe, she's the planet killer!
Terri Morasco: That's so very clearly false, and you know it!
Vasco Dias: You just don't see it because you think she's nice, Morasco. You're gullible, just like all of these idiots in this arena! Viv is going to get her pound of flesh, though... and, in time, Shea is going to finish this with Charlotte, becoming the hero we all need!
{The guitar of āSatelliteā by Rise Against starts to hit the Arena as the lights dim a pair of lights slowly starting to pulse up the ramp towards the tron}
āYou can't feel the heat until you hold your hand over the flame
You have to cross the line just to remember where it lays
You won't know your worth now, son, until you take a hit
And you won't find the beat until you lose yourself in itā
{As the main riff kicks in thereās and explosion of pyro, revealing the figures of Charlie, Nat and Rini, the three of the spread out across the stage encouraging the crowd before they assemble in the middle and charge the ring in unison skidding under the bottom rope to stand, separate and take a corner each, arms spread wide as they keep encouraging the crowd to roar their approval.}
āThat's why we won't back down; we won't run and hide
Yeah, 'cause these are the things that we can't deny
I'm passing over you like a satellite
So catch me if I fall
That's why you stick to your game plans and party lines
But at night we're conspiring by candlelight
We are the orphans of the American Dreams
Oh, shine your light on meā
{The three hop off the turnbuckle and meet in the middle before heading for their corner.}
Terri Morasco: As Charlotte hands her title out to the attendant at ringside, you can see Nat and Rini keeping a watchful eye on the Murder across the ring. They know the Murder are going to be looking to get some easy shots in on Charlie to try to soften her up for Shea. And armed with that Queen's Gambit case, Shea is always going to be a threat.
Vasco Dias: Well, if Charlotte is so confident the Murder has lost its bite when she pinned Brooklyn in Rome, what's to worry about, Morasco? It sounds to be like the champ is trying to convince herself the Murder isn't a threat, and she's looking for her friends to nod along to boost her confidence. The Murder are always a threat, though. Always.
Terri Morasco: The Murder are a threat. But in the same breath, you don't become as successful as Charlotte has -as successful as the Birds of Prey has- by being lucky. The Birds of Prey work hard. They're talented. They're also not foolish enough to trust Shea after what she did.
Vasco Dias: Pfft.
{Shea O'Hara takes the ring for her team, with Mai and Vivienne Daniels stepping out. Not shying away from the encounter, Charlotte readies to start the match for her team as her stablemates step out. The official for this contest, Blue Shoes, checks in with both women to see if they're ready. They nod. On that mark, Blue Shoes calls for the opening bell!}
Ding!
{Shea and Charlotte circle each other, each looking for an opening in the first few seconds of the match. After the second circle, ending up where they started, Shea turns to tag in Vivienne Daniels. Charlotte shakes her head.}
Vasco Dias: I love it! That is a veteran move, Morasco! Frustrate the champ and deny her -and all of these imbeciles- what they want!
Terri Morasco: Maybe Shea is afraid to lock up with Charlotte?
Vasco Dias: Or maybe she's a better friend than Charlotte is, and she wants to give Viv a chance to punch Charlotte in her face!
{Vivienne enters the ring and immediately gets face-to-face with Charlotte, talking trash to the Women's Champion. Vivienne pie-faces Charlotte. Charlotte has an expression on her face as if to say: "Oh no you didn't." Charlie spins, driving a spinning thrust kick into Vivienne's midsection to double-over Daniels! Charlotte unleashes a chop across Viv's chest that echoes throughout the arena, drawing a pop from the crowd. Charlotte fires off another blistering chop, forcing Vivienne back against the ropes. Charlies takes Viv's wrist and whips her across the ring. Charlotte sets her head a tad earlier for a back body drop, allowing Viv to prevent herself from being thrown over with a kick to Charlie's face. Vivienne grabs two handfuls of Charlotte's hair and rips her down to the canvas. Viv looks for a leg drop; but Charlie quickly evades by rolling out of the way. Charlie lands a spinning backfist on Vivienne, dazing Daniels. Leading Vivienne with her towards the B.O.P. corner, Charlotte makes a tag out to Natasha.}
{Walker enters and takes over on Vivienne with a snapmare takeover. Natasha follows that with a punishing kick to the middle of Vivienne's spine, creating a look of anguish on Vivienne's face. The "Techno Tsuchigumo" works to get Vivienne up, only to take her over with a beautiful German Suplex, dumping Vivienne on her head and shoulders. Nat goes for a cover; but the pinfall is broken up at the count of two by a boot to Natasha's head from Shea at the same time as Vivienne kicks out. Shea lingers, causing Charlotte to move down the apron as Rini steps through the ropes. Shea starts to back away, pointing at Rini. Blue Shoes turns to intercept Rini, opening the door for Shea to pull Natasha into a short-arm clothesline behind the official's back. Charlotte and Rini protest as the crowd boos O'Hara's actions. Unphased by the crowd, O'Hara turns and walks back toward the Murder corner. With only the legal people left in the ring now, Blue Shoes is able to refocus to find Vivienne Daniels getting up and Natasha on the canvas. Daniels ruthlessly stomps away at Walker before bringing her up and delivering a running bulldog to deposit Natasha closer to the Murder corner. Vivienne reaches up to tag in Mai Everstone.}
{Vivienne plants a boot on Natasha's throat, driving it deep for a choke as Mai climbs to the top turnbuckle off the tag. Daniels steps aside as Mai leaps off, landing a frog splash elbow drop on Natasha! Mai covers Natasha as Rini and Charlotte start to move to enter the ring to break up the pin; but Natasha kicks out under her own power after the count of one! Abiding by the rules, Charlotte and Rini move back to their corner as Mai throws some Muay Thai style knees at Natasha. Everstone moves Natasha more center in the squared circle with a hair toss, landing the spider girl hard. Leaping into the air, Mai comes down on Natasha's midsection with a Double Foot Stomp to drive the air right out of Natasha's body. Everstone rolls off fluidly, waiting on Natasha to expend her own energy to try to get up. Mai looks for "Beattlejuice", her version of the RKO from out of nowhere; but Natasha uses her gymnastics background and abilities to counter the move by putting her hands down for a handstand!}
Terri Morasco: What a counter from Natasha Walker! She avoided that "Beattlejuice" in one of the most creative ways I've ever seen! And now Walker with a dropkick to Mai's knee to take the legs out from underneath her adversary! We need to see that again!
{A brief video replay shows the handstand counter.}
Vasco Dias: It wasn't that impressive, Morasco. I could do that.
Terri Morasco: No, you couldn't. You'd have been dropped on that giant melon of yours and probably on the shelf for three years.
{Walker lights up Mai with a rapid flurry of Kawada kicks, assaulting the Mother of Crows cranium! Natasha rushes the ropes, diving into a disoriented Mai's head with a low dropkick that connects! Mai is reeling. Natasha keeps the pressure on Everstone with a butterfly suplex! Natasha makes a tag to Rini, bringing the diminutive competitor into the match for the first time, legally. Rini drops a "Gorgeous Mediation" onto Mai, then goes for a cover. Blue Shoes quickly slides into position for a count; but Mai shoots a shoulder up off the canvas after a count of two! Rini tries to push her advantage, transitioning into a mount and unloading some heavy forearms on Mai! Rini waves her arms to encourage the crowd to get really loud, allowing Mai a moment to try to crawl away. Ishikawa runs the ropes, building steam to nearly take Mai's head off with a skull-rattling "Heart Impact" that turns Mai for a flip in the air! Rini goes for another quick cover, putting Blue Shoes agility to the test. The veteran official responds, leaping into position for a count. He makes it nearly to the count of three, his hand just inches from the canvas, when both Shea O'Hara and Vivienne Daniels dive onto the pile to break up the pin by striking Rini!}
Terri Morasco: That was so close!
Vasco Dias: Too close, Morasco! Whose side are you on?!
Terri Morasco: We're not supposed to be on anyone's side!
Vasco Dias: We've worked together longer than some people have been married, and it's like you don't even know me! I'm not feeling especially loved or understood in this relationship right now, Morasco. Frankly, I'm hurt that you expect me to be unbiased.
{Blue Shoes tries to keep some order as both Charlotte and Natasha rush to have their friend's back against the Murder trio. Vivienne and Shea back away with their hands in the air, causing Blue Shoes to turn his attention to Natasha and Charlotte. They back away as well, but not before Vivienne lands a cheapshot punch on Rini. This infuriates both Charlotte and Natasha, with Blue Shoes trying his best to hold them back. Shea claps her hands together, imitating the sound of a tag. Viv helps Mai to the Murder corner as Shea takes over on Rini with a DDT, followed by a kip up. Despite their anger, Natasha and Charlotte retreat, realizing their argument is not helping Rini. The crowd boos Shea. Blue Shoes questions her about the "tag", with Shea explaining a version of the events to him. He keeps the match going, unable to call what he didn't see. Shea's discussion with Blue Shoes bought Rini a moment to get up. However, that moment becomes fleeting. O'Hara tosses Rini with a "Sweet Little Machine" (T-Bone Suplex), sending shockwaves up her spine! She presses her advantage now, landing a "Record Breaker" (Lionsault) across Rini's chest! Shea stays on top of Rini for a cover. Blue Shoes starts his count, reaching a count of two before Charlotte marches in with a stiff boot to Shea's head to interrupt the count.}
{Shea shakes the cobwebs out as Charlotte glares at her as she walks away. Shea glares right back as the tensions between the two women build. They exchange a few words from far apart, none of which are compliments. Shea tries to go back to work on Rini, but the diminutive star crawls right between Shea's legs, making a tag out to Charlotte Shimizu! The crowd pops as Charlotte enters the ring! Charlotte takes Shea down with a clothesline! Shimizu runs the ropes, wiping Shea out with a running dropkick this time! Vivienne and Mai enter the ring, attacking Charlotte from behind. Their actions bring Natasha and Rini back into the squared circle. Rini goes after Mai, with Natasha going after Vivienne. The pairings fight toward separate corners before spilling to the outside. The action on the floor becomes chaotic, with Blue Shoes going out to try to put a stop to it. Vivienne and Natasha spill into the crowd on one side, with Mai and Rini fighting up an aisle on another. Shea O'Hara catches Charlotte with a "Bombshell", but fortunately for Charlotte, the momentum of the move carries her outside the ring. The crowd grows louder as Dean Harper slides into the ring behind Shea, unbeknownst to any of the competitors.}
Vasco Dias: Shea needs to turn around!
Terri Morasco: Dean Harper with a spinning side kick, catching Shea completely off-guard! Now he's looking... "Clipped Wings"! Harper just hit Shea with "Clipped Wings"!
Vasco Dias: We've seen this movie before, Morasco. But Harper doesn't seem like he's done...
{Charlotte has a hand on the apron, trying to recover from the "Bombshell" when she catches a glimpse of Dean bringing Shea up and hooking her arms again.}
Terri Morasco: Dean's going to do it again, Vasco! He's going to try to break Shea's neck!
{Charlotte pounds the apron, looking extremely conflicted. She shakes her head before making a move to get back up into the ring. Dean turns Shea with her arms hooked, spotting Charlie coming at him. Dean releases Shea's arms, rolling out of the ring in a hurry as he glances up at Charlotte standing up in the ring looking down at him. Dean flashes a sick, satisfied smile before wiping his forearm across his mouth and walking away. Charlotte keeps a close eye on Dean, not chancing turning her back on him for a single second until he's disappeared behind the curtain. Charlotte turns to find Shea sitting on the mat, holding her neck as she is grimacing in pain. She looks up at her reluctant savior: Charlotte Shimizu.}
Terri Morasco: I know, after everything, that couldn't have been easy for Charlotte. I don't know if anyone would blame her if she let Dean finish Shea off for good, and Dean may well have done it. Charlotte did the right thing -the hard thing- and saved the woman that stabbed her in the back.
Vasco Dias: That may well end up being the mistake that costs her a championship eventually, Morasco. The enemy of your enemy should be your friend, and all that jazz.
Terri Morasco: No one can trust Dean Harper, Vasco. Charlotte also isn't that type of person, as we've seen here tonight.
{The show goes off the air with the two women looking at each other as the IWF logo appears at the bottom right of the screen.}
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Well howdy there pardner.