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Post by Samira Conway on Sept 25, 2024 2:54:47 GMT
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SEGMENT
2000 Word Limit
Participant: Brooklyn Madrox
Brooklyn Madrox addresses Dean Harper ahead of his match with Shea O'Hara.
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{The camera comes on to Ella Kelley, dressed in her usual confident yet stylish attire, sat down in front of the camera, ready for her interview with Brooklyn Maddox. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, the lights perfectly set, and the production crew bustling around. However, as the minutes ticked by, the seat across from her remained noticeably empty.}
Ella Kelley: I am here to interview Brooklyn Maddos for an interview and a message she wanted to give Dean Harper this week...
{Ella glanced at her watch, a subtle frown crossing her face as she tried to maintain her composure. The murmurs among the crew suggested there was no word from Brooklyn Maddox.}
Ella Kelley: Any second now.
{After a few more moments of awkward silence, Ella adjusted her posture, leaning back in her chair.}
Ella Kelley: ...I guess Brooklyn had better things to do.
{The crew exchanged nervous glances, unsure of how to proceed. Ella wasnât fazed. She casually crossed her legs and fixed the camera with a piercing gaze.}
Ella Kelley: Guess Iâll give Brooklyn the benefit of the doubtâmaybe sheâs run into something backstage?
{A member of the crew leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.}
Ella Kelley: What do you mean you saw her in Dean Harper's locker? Was he in it?
{Whispering continues.}
Ella Kelley: Well of course if he wasn't there you should have seen what it was! There's a scoop! I...cut to commercial.
-------------------------------  IWF GLADIATORIX CHAMPIONSHIP Mimi Simpson vs Rosa DeLuca (c)
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{Pump it plays as Mimi comes running down the ramp and into the ring.}
Terri Morasco: With back-to-school and election season well underway, Extreme Endurance opens up with Rosa DeLuca's first Gladiatorix title defense!
Vasco Dias: You'd think Mimi would stand a chance to be Rosa?! I heard Vegas ain't takin' bets on this oneâŚ
Terri Morasco: As the old cliche goes, anything can happen in Imperial!
{The arena goes dark before blue strobe lights flash wildly as "DARKSIDE'' plays in the arena before Rosa De Luca walks through the curtain to a rumble of the crowd extending her arms as the lights go back up. She walks down to the ring and slides into her corner, waiting for the match to start.}
Terri Morasco: Here comes our inaugural Gladiatorix Champion!
Vasco Dias: Over-under? How long will it take for Rosa to demolish Mimi? I'd say...around five minutes.
Terri Morasco: Iâll pass. Let's let the match play outâŚ
[DING!]
{ Vasco probably would've lost a couple hundred bucks on this one. While the match itself lasted a little under eleven minutes, both woman fought hard from the opening bell. Early on in the match, Mimi caught Rosa off-guard with a pair of clotheslines before following up with a snap suplex. Simpson decided to go for a surprise high-risk move at the 5th minute, connecting with a top rope cross-body pinning combination for a two-count from Blue Shoes. }
Vasco Dias: C'mon! I want to see Rosa beat Mimi down!
Terri Morasco: Be careful what you wish for, Vasco. You just might get itâŚ
{As we hit the 7th minute, both women find themselves trading punches in the center of the ring! Mimi decides to get cute and attempted a blind flying forearm from the second rope, but Rosa dives out of the way causing Simpson to hit nothing but canvas! From this point onward, Rosa took complete control of the contest! She pounded on Mimi with some clubbing rights and lefts to the top of the noggin before sending her for the ride. Mimi bounces off the strands and right into one of Rosa's specialties, a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Rosa goes for the cover, but to her credit Mimi kicks out at two-and-three-quarters! }
Terri Morasco: That's some heart right there from Mimi!
Vasco Dias: She sould've just stayed downâŚ
{ Rosa scowled as Blue Shoes held up the dreaded two fingers, but she presses onward anyway. With Mimi dead to rights and nowhere else to go, DeLuca followed up her previous sequence with a T-bone suplex that crunched Simpson's back to the mat! Eventually, Rosa would finish off her challenger with the chokeslam dubbed LUNA DI LUNA! Mimi Simpson is laid out spread-eagle in the center of the ring as Rosa goes for the pin! }
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THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, at 10:25...AND STILL!!!...Gladiatorix Champion! ROSA!! DEEEEE!!! LUUUUUUCAAAAA!!!!!
{ "DARKSIDE" begins playing as Blue Shoes hands the Gladiatorix title back to Rosa De Luca! Mimi looks up at the lights, eyes wide open and trying to process what's happened. }
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SINGLES MATCH
Nick Knight vs. Stephen Terrella
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Terri Morasco: Our next match, Vasco, is going to feature two men that are no strangers to each other, as we'll see Nick Knight taking on Stephen Terrella. The animosity that exists between these two dates all the way back to the days when Knight, then a part of the "Revolution" faction, was waging war against Terrella and "The Work."
Vasco Dias: A lot has changed since then, Morasco. For reasons I can't understand, these idiots in the crowd aren't as fond of Knight these days. The man has experienced a lot of success, though. He remade himself into a winner, holding the Invictus Championship at one time. He defended that belt at a record pace. But he clearly ruffled Terrella's feathers during that period. Maybe the hatred between these two guys never faded to begin with, who knows.
Terri Morasco: And as we've so often seen with Terrella, he waited in the background to pick his spot. Whatever anyone thinks of Nick Knight, after everything he's been through, it isn't hard to understand the magnitude of that first match he had since he returned against Logan Sky and Nick Danger. He said it himself: It was proof to him that he had walked through one of the darkest periods of his life and come out on the other side. Savage By Nature took that from him with a vicious assault.
Vasco Dias: Well, Terrella is a guy you don't want to be on the wrong side of. As he said, he doesn't forgive, and he doesn't forget. Knight should count himself fortunate he's still walking. Terrella and the Black Widow are too dangerous individuals. They're willing to do whatever they have to in order to get the result that they want.
Terri Morasco: Nick Knight is every bit as dangerous, and possibly a bit unhinged. That's what scares me about this match up. Both of these guys, you just don't know how far they'll take it.
{The camera cuts to a shot of Alison Valance standing in the middle of the ring.}
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty-minute time limit! Introducing first...
{The camera takes a long shot of the entryway as as the arena darkens and "These Hands" by Locust Grove starts to blare from the PA speakers. Smoke begins to rise from the ground atop the stage, cast in a purple hue from the lighting directly overhead. Terrella makes his entrance holding hands with Portia. They take a few steps before stopping to stand side-by-side on the stage, releasing hands. She places her left hand on his right shoulder and runs her right hand down his chest and abdomen as he turns for a kiss.}
Alison Valance: About to make his way down the aisle, being accompanied by Portia... standing 6'2"... and weighing in at 309 pounds... from Cold Springs, Nevada... The King Of Clubs... Stephen Terrrrellllllaaaa!
{Terrella begins a slow walk toward the ring, arm-in-arm with Portia, to a chorus of boos. They reach the bottom of the stairs where they release arms. Suddenly, Nick Knight appears from the crowd by hopping over the barricade near the stage, armed with his barbed wire 2x4. Portia's eyes go wide, and she points as she screams; but before Terrella can react, Knight connects with a shot to Terrella's back with the weapon!}
Terri Morasco: Knight is delivering on his word, Vasco!
{The first shot caught Terrella on his leather vest, lessening the damage a little. As soon as Terrella turns to try to fight back, Knight jams the end of the lumber into his exposed gut and then kicks him directly in the jewels. Terrella drops to his knees in agony. Knight points the board at Portia, warning her off. Like a true madman, Nick takes the board and begins pressing the barbed wire into the flesh on top of Stephen's bald head, raking it back and forth!}
Vasco Dias: He's possessed, Morasco!
{Blood begins to run down Terrella's face as Nick continues to dig the board into Terrella's skin. The referee for the match, Tommy Knocker, comes out to try to restore some order; but Nick chases him off with the lumber. On his hands and knees on the floor, Terrella can see the blood dripping from his head onto the thin padding covering the cement floor. Knight brings the board up over his head and begins to repeatedly whack Terrella across the back with it, over and over, with a violent ferocity.}
Vasco Dias: Knight has lost his mind! Forget about a match, Morasco, this is an assault!
Terri Morasco: It would be hard to sit here and say Terrella doesn't deserve this but, at some point, with the place Knight is in mentally, there needs to be real concern with how far he goes.
{Portia takes off one of her heels to arm herself, trying to approach Knight to attack him with it; but Knight walks right at her with the board, chasing her back. Nick tosses the board down on the ramp and runs his hand all over Terrella's bloody head, covering his hand in Terrella's blood. The Hollywood Butcher runs his hand across his own chest, painting it in Terrella's blood almost as if it was a badge of honor. Knight takes Terrella by the head, lifting him off the floor so he can move a little closer to the ramp. Nick positions Terrella's head between his legs, setting up for the "Banned in Memphis!"}
Terri Morasco: He's going to piledrive Terrella on that ramp!
Vasco Dias: He'll snap his neck, Morasco!
{Portia looks on, terrified of what is to come. Knight has some unkind words for her before reaching around Terrella's waist for the pick up. Just as he does, the Black Widow comes lunging into the back of Nick's surgically repaired right knee with a chop block, cutting him down. Cvetkova grabs Nick's 2x4 off the ramp and uses his own weapon on him, savagely assaulting Nick's right knee with the board!}
Terri Morasco: Savage By Nature has turned the tables on Nick with the numbers! Portia is even getting kicks in on Knight's head now as the Black Widow is smashing Knight's knee with his own 2x4!
Vasco Dias: That brace he has to wear is a target, Morasco! This is a tough spot for Nick, too, because the guy doesn't have any friends in the back that are going to come save him!
{The Black Widow hands the 2x4 to Portia. Cvetkova starts ripping at Knight's knee brace, trying to pry it off of him. Knight tries to fight her off. Portia buries the end of the board against Knight's throat though, leaning down on it with her weight to try to keep him at bay. Nick gasps for air as Cvetkova tears the brace off his leg. The Black Widow motions for Portia to come help her, with the girls working together to drag Nick to the edge of the stage! Cvetkova hops down off the side and starts slamming Nick's knee over the edge of the ramp! After the third time, she hangs onto Nick's ankle, and Portia smashes the barbed wire board onto Nick's kneecap! Knight grimaces in pain.}
Terri Morasco: They're trying to tear apart Nick's knee!
Vasco Dias: Terrella's up, Morasco. He's a bloody mess, but he's up. Things may be about to go from bad to worse for Knight here.
Terri Morasco: Terrella is digging under the ring... oh no... no... He's got some type of clamp! What is he going to do with that!?
{Terrella walks up the ramp with the C-Clamp, blood streaming down his face. The girls keep Knight pinned down to the ramp as Terrella puts the clamp over Knight's knee and starts to crank down on the handle to draw it tight!}
Terri Morasco: They're torturing Knight! Terrella is going to crush his knee inside that clamp!
{Terrella continues to tighten the clamp.}
Stephen Terrella: Haven't you fucking learned yet, Knight!?
{Security begins to pour out of the back, trying to stop the carnage. Terrella knocks down the first two guys with punches before they start to swarm him and try to grab him by the arms. A few security members back Portia down, who is still holding Nick's 2x4. The Black Widow hops back up on the ramp as Nick is trying to free his leg from the clamp. She gets down on her hands and knees next to him, her head tilted, as she watches him struggle. He finally frees himself and, even with a damaged leg, tries to crawl toward her, still wanting to fight. She crawls backward, finally popping up to deliver a "Poison Sole", spiking Nick's head into the stage. She picks up his knee braces and holds it up in the air as security works to restrain her now, too.}
Terri Morasco: This was ugly, Vasco. We apologize but, obviously, we can't have this match. Terrella is probably going to need stitches and who knows what type of condition Knight's leg is in after that beating.
Vasco Dias: Medical is going to need to look at both of those guys, Morasco. I can tell you, knowing them both, things are far from settled at this, though.
{"These Hands" by Locust Grove hits again as security forces the Black Widow (still in possession of Knight's brace), Stephen Terrella and Portia up the ramp and onto the stage. With a wall of humanity between them and Knight, Savage By Nature finally leaves. The show cuts to a video montage for the main event later in the evening.}
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 IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIPw/ Serenity Holmes as Special Guest Commentator Tytus Rost vs. Nick Danger ------------------------------- { The match between Tytus Rost and Nick Danger starts with the crowd buzzing in anticipation, knowing itâs a battle of stylesâTytus, a powerhouse built for destruction, and Nick, a quick and fearless highflyer. As the bell rings, Nick immediately uses his speed to stay out of Tytusâs grasp, landing swift leg kicks and darting in and out of reach. His early flurry of offense includes a flying forearm that knocks Rost back a step, followed by a lightning-quick dropkick that stuns the bigger man.
Tytus, however, absorbs the punishment, shaking off the blows with a menacing look. Nick bounces off the ropes for a running crossbody, but Tytus catches him in mid-air, showcasing his brute strength. With ease, Tytus hoists Danger up and slams him hard to the mat with a vicious fallaway slam. Nick crashes down, the ring shaking under the impact, as the powerhouse takes control.
From here, the match shifts, and Rost begins to overpower Nick with methodical, punishing offense. He drags Danger to his feet and delivers a thunderous belly-to-belly suplex, launching the highflyer across the ring. Nick groans in pain, his speed nullified as Tytus stalks him with a predatorâs precision. The powerhouse continues with hard-hitting strikes, including a series of brutal shoulder tackles that drive Nick into the turnbuckle, his body folding with each impact.
Nick fights back with resilience, digging deep to create some space. A momentary opening sees him hit an enzuigiri to the side of Tytusâs head, staggering the big man. The crowd rallies behind Nick as he climbs to the top rope, launching himself off with a breathtaking moonsault, connecting squarely and taking Tytus down to the mat for the first time.
The highflyer quickly goes for the cover, but Tytus powers out at two, throwing Nick off of him with authority. Nick tries to capitalize with his fast-paced offense, bouncing off the ropes for another flying attack, but Tytus counters, catching him mid-air once againâthis time transitioning into a bone-crushing powerslam. The impact leaves Nick writhing in pain as the powerhouse looms over him.
Sensing the end, Tytus lifts Nick for his finisherâa devastating powerbomb. He hoists the lighter wrestler high above his head, holding him there for a second before driving him forcefully down to the mat. The ring rattles as Tytus pins Nick with one arm across his chest, the referee counting the three without hesitation.
Tytus Rost stands victorious, his dominance on full display, while Nick Danger lies defeated but valiant in his effort. The match ends with Tytusâs hand raised, the powerhouse proving too strong and overwhelming for the quick, high-flying Nick Danger. }------------------------------- SEGMENT2000 Word LimitParticipant: Charlotte Shimizu The IWF Women's World champion sits down to discuss everything that has happened between her and Shea O'Hara. ------------------------------- { The scene switches to Maria Iniesta and the Womenâs World Champion, Charlotte Shimizu. The two of them are seated in front of a standard Imperial Wrestling Federation Backdrop. Maria is wearing a classy burgundy skirt suit with an IWF logo lapel pin. Charlotte sports a white wrap blouse and wide-legged dark slacks with black, white, red and blue satin ribbons just above the hems and her purple haori draped over the back of her chair. Sitting straight, itâs impossible to miss the Womenâs Championship belt that she wears over the ensemble. }Maria Iniesta: After months of remaining quiet on the matter, we will finally get the other side of the story from Imperialâs newest Womensâ Champion, the Iron Heiress, Charlotte Shimizu. { Charlotte gives a small smile with her nod to Maria.}Maria Iniesta: Charlotte, you and Shea OâHara have had quite the storied history even in the short time itâs been happening. With your first defense of your title being against a former stablemate, what are your thoughts? { Charlotte sighs, but her posture remains almost rigidly straight. }Charlotte Shimizu: There are a lot of thoughts, to be fair. Iâve honestly tried to detach from that history because bringing emotions like that into a ring is asking to lose. There was a time when I admired Shea, when I saw my possible future in her. I let her interference in my match with Itami and Holmes slide because I could understand wanting to knock Holmes down several pegs, and it made sense with what was going on at the time. Also, after the drought Iâd had I wasnât about to set myself on fire to keep Holmes warm by forgetting my win there. Maria Iniesta: Shea has been pretty vocal about being left out and overlooked during her brief stint in the Birds of Prey. That all of you took her friendship for granted. You havenât really responded to those claims. Would you like to now? Charlotte Shimizu: Look, sheâs said lots of things since Night of the Immortals about why she turned on us and none of it makes sense if you put it all together, but it tracks if sheâs trying to make herself a victim, or some sort of martyr. Itâs a classic tactic, even outside the business. I could talk for days about why she mightâve felt on the outside, but there was a lot of shit goinâ on in April and May. I was gearinâ up for Jennie Fenix, trying to see Pax in schedule gaps without tellinâ more than our friends, and beinâ a thorn in Brookyâs side. Not that Shea seemed eager to spend time with us either. Girl barely responded to my messages to meet up with the rest of us to train and see what combos we could make. She and I jived better than the others, and I chalked that up to new folks gettinâ to know each other and seeinâ how we fit together. I ainât sayinâ Iâm a saint and did no wrong⌠I probably did. But if that were the case, then why didnât Shea pull on her big girl panties and actually say something before she decided all those little things added up to a mountain? Friendship, true friendship, usually takes time⌠And time was not something I had a lot of heading into Rome. Maria Iniesta: So you donât agree with Sheaâs insistence that she wasnât welcomed in the Birds of Prey? Charlotte Shimizu: I absolutely disagree with it. She was with us all of a month. The Birds of Prey formed because of The Murder and while I was vocal and loud, Sheaâs hatred of The Murder was established well before mine. I was glad when Shea showed up back in Glasgow and ended the standoff in the locker rooms because she was someone I could trust to handle whatever came at her without needing a rescue. The fact that she evened out the numbers game wasnât even on my radar. At that point, I was ready to take the girls and go at The Murder and damn beinâ outnumbered, but Shea had more experience than the rest of us, more insight on the landscape of Imperial. I valued that in her, and hoped I could find a way to repay her⌠Little did I know that apparently there was a due date on that. Maria Iniesta: Now we all saw what happened at Night One of Night of the Immortals. Weâve touched on Sheaâs reasonings for her actions on that night which has brought us to where we are. Are you looking for revenge for that? Charlotte Shimizu: To be honest? Not really. Am I looking to retain the title? Abso-fuckinâ-lutely, but not for revenge. Imma be real, Sheaâs more deserving of pity, and she seems to be generating enough of that on her own than from anyone else. I kinda stopped caring about it around⌠oh⌠the middle of June, Iâd say. Probably helped that she pulled a disappearing act after Rome and didnât really show up until after I got the title at Legacy. Maybe I had already prepared myself for the chance she would turn on me, or maybe it was still a new enough friendship that it was easier to let go of. { Charlotte gives an eloquent shrug of her shoulders.}Charlotte Shimizu: The point is? Iâm gonna treat her like I would anyone else who coulda stepped up to me. I got here by breaking records, and I intend to break a few more while Iâm at it. -------------------------------  IWF GLADIATOR CHAMPIONSHIP RAM vs Nate Harris (c) ------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for The GLadiator Championship!! Terri Morasco: This match has been building for a couple of weeks. Vasco Dias: I hope it gets out of hand. { 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: First to the ring⌠Standing at 6â3ââ weighing in at 225 pounds from Watauga, TX⌠RAM Terri Morasco: Ram had a lot to say leading up to this match. Vasco Dias: He has a chip on his shoulder and heâs making it everyone elseâs problem. {The pounding drums of âBoujee Nativesâ 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: Next to the ring, stranding at 6â1ââ, weighing in at 215 pounds, from New Orleans, LouisianaâŚyour Gladiator Champion⌠Nate Harris! Terri Morasco: Nate is here to handle business. Vasco Dias: How can you tell that from an entrance? {The ref takes the belt from Nate and shows it to RAM who smirks at Nate across the ring before the ref shows the belt to the crowd who cheers.}Vasco Dias: Get on with it! {As soon as the bell rings, Harris moved in first, swinging with heavy fists aimed at RAMâs head. RAM ducked, using his agility to avoid the attacks. He responded with quick kicks to Harrisâs legs, trying to chip away at the powerhouseâs foundation. Nate barely flinched, though, standing his ground as RAM bounced off the ropes for a flying forearm.}Terri Morasco: Ram has clearly been preparing for this. Vasco Dias: Apparently. {Harris caught him mid-air in a bear hug, squeezing tightly. RAM grimaced in pain, but before Harris could fully apply his crushing strength, RAM shifted his weight and slipped out, landing on his feet. He immediately hit the ropes again, looking for a running clotheslineâonly to be met with a thunderous big boot from Nate Harris! RAM went down hard, and the crowd gasped.}Terri Morasco: Ouch. Vasco Dias: Yeah, that had to hurt. {Harris dragged RAM to his feet like a ragdoll, throwing him into the corner with a hip toss. RAMâs back crashed into the turnbuckles, and before he could react, Harris was already charging in with a crushing snap suplex. RAM collapsed to the mat, the wind knocked out of him.}Terri Morasco: Nate is not going easy on Ram here. Vasco Dias: Apparently not. {Harris lifted him up again, effortlessly hoisting him into a military press. The crowd roared as Harris paraded RAM around the ring, showcasing his strength, before slamming him down with authority. RAM groaned in pain, clutching his back. Nate went for a pin early.
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2â RAM kicked out! The younger man wasnât done yet.}Terri Morasco: Close. Vasco Dias: But not close enough {Frustrated, Harris pulled RAM to his feet once more, looking to end it with a devastating powerbomb. But RAM, showing his resilience, flipped out of Harrisâs grip and landed on his feet. He then hit a spinning heel kick to Harrisâs face, stunning the big man for the first time.}Terri Morasco: The tables turned! Vasco Dias: Apparently. {Sensing an opening, RAM hit the ropes again, using his speed to dart around the ring. He landed a series of flying forearms, each one chipping away at Harrisâs defenses. Harris staggered but didnât fall. RAM knew he had to go bigger.}Terri Morasco: RAM is fighting for an upper hand. Vasco Dias: Heâs taller and weighs more but apparently Nate has the Ojibwe endurance. {The high-flyer climbed to the top rope, eyes locked on his target. The crowd rose to their feet in anticipation as RAM leaped off for a crossbodyâbut Harris caught him again!}Terri Morasco: Oh no! Vasco Dias: Ope as the kids say. {Nate slams RAMâs back into his knee dropping his to the mat. Nate grabbed RAM by the neck and yanked him to his feet, delivering a devastating spinebuster that shook the ring. RAMâs body bounced off the canvas as the crowd let out a collective groan. Harris wasnât finished. He hoisted RAM up again, lifting him into the air with ease before slamming him down with a powerbomb that nearly broke RAM in half. The referee started the count.
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But Harris wasnât fazed. He lifted RAM onto his shoulders, parading him around the ring like a trophy. The crowd is on their feet. He then threw RAM into the corner, charging in with a running shoulder block that flattened the bigger man.}Terri Morasco: That had to hurt. Vasco Dias: Likely did. {RAM was barely standing as Harris grabbed him once again. Harris lifted RAM high into the air for STFU. RAM tried to fight out of it, landing weak blows to Nateâs head, but Harris simply shrugged them off. Nate thenhit RAM with a CLOSING SHIFT.
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3!}Alison Valance: Your winner and STILL GLADIATOR CHAMPION NATE HARRIS! Terri Morasco: He did it! Vasco Dias: Heâs going to be insufferable. {As Boujee Natives by Snotty Nose Rez Kids plays Pax Stormcrow and Jack Ferriman come running down the ramp whooping as Nate is handed back his belt. He Holds it up high as Pax and Jack hype him up. The three friends fist bump.}-------------------------------  UNSANCITIONED BRAWL1000 Word Promo Limit Abraxes vs. Rob Diamond vs. Bryce De Jäger ------------------------------- { We find The GOAT, Rob Diamond, walking backstage. Presumably he is on his way to his match, as it is about that time and he is suited up to go to work. From out of nowhere, there is a blur of color that collides with Rob, sending The InFamous one into a cart of steel folding chairs hard enough to knock them off the cart and sending him sprawling into it. The camera pans back, revealing the perpetrator of the assault as Abraxes, who stands over him panting heavily as the bell is rung. }Terri Morasco: Well, I guess we are getting things started here. Vasco Diaz: I for one am happy about that. Keep them as far away from us as possible. { Rob struggles to get to his feet and Abraxes reaches down to give him a helping hand. The assistance is short lived though as the monster throws Rob into the wall and scrapes his face along the rough bricks of the wall backstage. Rob fights his way free, slapping Abraxesâ arms away and starts to lay into them with some well placed strikes of his own. Unfortunately for him, Abraxes eats the blows and rams their forehead into the bridge of Robâs nose to give the audience some color early on in the match. }Terri Morasco: Rob Diamond and Abraxes are kicking things off in high gear! Whereâs Bryce though? Vasco Diaz: Tell me, would you want to get anywhere near this? { Rob Diamond and Abraxes have brawled free of the hallway and into an open section of the backstage area. The two are just throwing fists at this point as blood runs freely from what is likely a broken nose on Robâs face. Abraxes reaches out and grabs Rob by the throat, pulling him in close to stare into his eyes. But Rob thinks quickly, hooking a thumb into Abraxesâ eye to break the hold and consequently gets it trapped in his opponents mask. Never one to give up an opportunity, Rob yanks them down by their mask and into a D Factor that staggers his larger opponent. Rob takes a moment to collect his breath as Abraxes slowly starts to rise again. }Terri Morasco: Abraxes went down to that D Factor but heâs already getting up! Vasco Diaz: Itâs possible to beat Abraxes but you need to put in a lot of work to do that. { Two high pitched beeps ring out in the halls. }Terri Morasco: What is that? { Rob turns at the sound but itâs far to late as a Forklift loaded with a pallet full of scaffolding careens into the two competitors and sends them sprawling. The contents of the pallets spill out in the collision, slamming into and covering the two of them. Bryce climbs out of the drivers seat of the forklift, dressed in a pair of jeans, a leather jacket and a set of sunglasses. He strips out of the jacket and tosses it asside before looking into the camera. He slips the sunglasses off and winks at the camera before moving towards the carnage he just caused. }Vasco Diaz: Bryce swooping in at an opportune moment to take control of the match! { Bryce walks across the pile of destruction but wobbles in place as the whole pile shifts when Abraxes explodes up from the scaffolding like some nightmare from the deep. The monster surges forward, hitting Bryce with a clothes line that spins the young man in the air and sends his body crashing into the detritus below. The monster advances on Bryce, but with some quick thinking he hurls one of the support pipes from the pile that catches Abraxes in the gut, stunning the creature long enough for him to take one of the scaffold platforms and slam it down on Abraxesâ head with an overhead strike that levels the monster into the pile. }Terri Morasco: Bryce de Jäger with a desperation move bailing him out of that monsterâs wrath. Vasco Diaz: Bryce is a bright kid. You gotta think with your head against Abraxes. { Rob has crawled free from the debris, his face a mask of crimson from his shattered nose. Bryce catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and he saunters over and starts laying into Rob with his boots, stomping a mudhole into the Goat as he curls up to protect himself from the strikes. The stomps from Bryce start to slow as he turns his head and something catches his gaze. A sick grin crosses his face and he walks over towards a toolbox and flings it open, rummaging around inside of it as Rob slowly makes his way back to his feet. }Terri Morasco: Well this certainly isnât a good sign for anyone. Vasco Diaz: Bryce has a long history of hardcore matches, which youâd know Morasco if you actually did your job. This was a bad sign from the moment it was booked. { Rob makes his way back to his feet and rushes at Bryce who turns around with a stapler gun in hand! Rob socks him in the face just as Bryce lunges forward to hit him in the chest with the staple gun, which elicits a cry of pain from Diamond, who screams about his tit. }Vasco Diaz: Ya, thatâll leave a mark. Terri Morasco: I think Iâm gonna be sick. { Bryce follows up with several more shots from the staple gun, filling Robâs back with stapples as he drives his older opponent back. Rob finally recovers and nails Bryce with a stiff right arm before grabbing the staple gun and throwing it awayâŚ
Right into Abraxesâ waiting face. }Vasco Diaz: MerdeTerri Morasco: I canât watch. { Abraxes looks down at the staple gun that has fallen into his hands and then over at Bryce and Rob. Bryce and Rob look at the armed monster and then at each other before they share a shrug and charge it. Abraxes catches Bryce with a staple to the forehead, but then Rob catches his arm and pulls on it to lay into him with a few stiff punches. Abraxes battles back, eating the blows for breakfast as he swings on the InFamous One with a few strong blows of his own. Bryce recovers, flying in to hit a shoulder tackle into the monsterâs kneecaps that staggers him, allowing Rob to hit Abraxes with a Break Yo Back on the hard cement floor. Rob Diamond springs to his feet, hitting a crotch chop in the direction of the prone monster. }Crowd and Rob: SUCK IT! { Bryce is quick to get back to his feet, grabbing up a nearby burlap sack with some sort of weight in it. He snatches it off the ground and swings it around to crack Rob across the face with it. }Terri Morasco: Well that alliance was short lived. Vasco Diaz: You canât have friends in a match like this, Morasco. { Bryce smirks at the camera before opening up the bag and spilling a bunch of nails onto a nearby table. He gives a couple shakes of the bag to make sure that every last one is there before he turns around towards Rob and gives him a kick in the gut as he gets back to his feet. Then he wraps an arm around his head before lifting him up and planting his body through the nail covered table with a suplex. Rob clutches at his back and rolls around the debris. }Vasco Diaz: Iâm sure that didnât feel good at all. Terri Morasco: Robâs back is a bloody mess from that! { Bryce gets to his feet, but Abraxes is back on their feet, blood spilling down their back from an open wound on their head. He grabs Bryce by the throat and lifts him into the air so that he can plant him down on the concrete with an Uranagi that leaves the younger man clutching at his back. Abraxes reaches down, grabbing Bryce by his hair and drags him screaming across the floor over towards a rack of spotlights. The monster picks the young man off the ground by his hair and slams his face into one, shattering the glass and leaving chunks of it in his face. }Vasco Diaz: This is why you maybe want to keep the alliance going a little longer. Abraxes is inhuman in what he can take. Terri Morasco: I think Iâm gonna be sick⌠{ Abraxes, keeping a hold on Bryceâs hair tries to slam his face into another spotlight, but Bryce getâs his hands up to catch himself. Abraxes tries to overpower him, but Bryce hits them with a drop toe hold that sends the big wrestler sprawling into the lights. Bryce takes a moment to catch his breath, but Abraxes soon rises again and hits him with a stiff blow to the face. Bryce fires back and the two of them brawl in front of the lights. But it soon becomes clear that the more powerful Abraxes is getting the better of the exchange. Abraxes hauls off with a haymaker into Bryceâs gut, knocking the wind out of him and doubling him over. The creatures eyes are wild with delight as he shoves Bryceâs head between his lets and lifts him up for a Consign to dream into the rack of spotlights. }Terri Morasco: Someone needs to put a stop to this⌠Vasco Diaz: Ay, this could spell bad news for Bryce⌠{ The spotlights suddenly flash on, blinding the monster. It moves to cover itâs eyes, letting Bryce slump to the ground behind him. The camera shifts, revealing Rob Diamond throwing the extension cord he just plugged into the side. He charges forward and lunges through the air as he wraps his arms around Abraxesâ throat to drop them into the lights with a cutter that causes an explosion of sparks and pops of electricity. }Vasco Diaz: Diamond Cutter! Diamond Cutter to Abraxes into the lights! I canât believe it! Terri Morasco: Where did Rob come from!? { Bryce slowly gets up from the ground, picking broken glass out of his face as crimson streaks down towards his chest. He shakes himself as another light pops and shorts out before Rob comes flying out of the mangled light set up and plants the younger wrestler with a spear that folds him in half. Rob moves into a mount, raining fists down on Bryceâs bloody face as his own blood drips down onto his chest. But Bryce battles back, arching his back and rolling them over and raining his own fists down onto Rob. The two men roll across the floor, hammering blows into each other with all thoughts of anything resembling a wrestling match gone from their minds. The two of them end up rolling into a table with Rob gaining the advantage. His hands slap down on either side of Bryceâs head, muscles bulging in his arms as he squeezes down and starts slamming Bryceâs head into the concrete floor. Bryce is clearly fading but in a last ditch move he reaches out his hand, pulling down the table on top of them, spilling the heavy contents of a tool box, a speaker, and some weighted supports tumbling down on Rob to break the mount. }Terri Morasco: An absolute act of desperation there. I donât think Bryce would have stayed awake much longer. Vasco Diaz: All three of these competitors are putting it on the line in this brawl. Just a barbaric display of violence. { Bryce pulls himself up, clearly willing himself back to his feet. He wobbles slightly, clearly still out of it from the trauma of the match. He pushes himself off, waving his hands dismissively as he stumbles down the hallway. Rob pushes the weight off of himself, also staggering to his feet to give pursuit as they stumble down the hallway. }Vasco Diaz: Both men are completely spent in this Terri Morasco: To say nothing of Abraxes. Someone should check on him. Do you think he can actually die? { Bryce stumbles into a rack of chairs near a shuddered loading dock, holding himself up on it as his legs almost go limp beneath him. Rob staggers forward lifting a hand to wipe some of the blood from his face. But it looks like Bryce was baiting him. The young South African whirls around and flings a chair at Rob Diamondâs head. But Rob is not the Greatest of All Time for nothing and he was ready for it, weakly batting the chair out of the way. But Bryce follows up, a chair in hand to try and slam into Robâs head. But Rob ducks behind him, looping his arms into Bryceâs and slamming him down into the concrete with a Snap Dragon suplex to the cheers of the crowd. Rob maintains arm control, rolling back to his feet and hitting another Snap Dragon that throws Bryce into the loading dock gate with a thunderous crash. }Crowd: One! Terri Morasco: Both men showing a second wind here! Vasco Diaz: Gross, here it comes. { Bryce staggers off of the Loading Dock door, only to get caught into a hip toss. Rob maintains control of his arms when he falls and stands over him to stomp down onto his head. }Crowd: Two! { Rob hefts Bryce up, picking the other wrestler off the ground into the air and hitting him with an atomic drop. As Bryce bounces off his knee, Rob lunges forward with a clothesline that spins the man into the air. }Crowd: Three! Vasco Diaz: This is so stupid. After all this? Really? Terri Morasco: Itâs the five moves of doom! { Bryce sputters on the ground, hands twitching as Rob Diamond picks up one of the chairs and opens it up. He spits blood onto the floor before he sets the chair down. Then Rob limps back towards Bryce and with agony clear in his body he drags the other man over to the chair, propping him up at the edge of it. He looks down at him for a moment, hitting a crotch chop on him before nailing Bryce with a shattered dreams that leaves him sprawled on the pavement. }Crowd: Four! Terri Morasco: Rob Diamond is gonna put this to rest! Vasco Diaz: Bryce can still come back! { Rob stumbles backwards, leaning against the Dock door for a moment to catch his breath before he staggers forwards. He looks over at Bryce, lifting his arms up to beckon the young man to rise. His eyes stare holes at Bryce, who is clutching his groin as he rolls on the ground and tries to struggle to rise.
But then the dock door behind them creaks and rattles as it slowly starts to rise. }Terri Morasco: Whatâs happening now? Vasco Diaz: Someone coming in to put a stop to Rob I hope. { The dock door slowly lifts, revealing a pair of harlequin pants that causes the crowd to roar in disbelief. It slowly rises, revealing more and more of Abraxes. They are standing on the loading dock, covered in blood and glass. Holes burned through his clothing from the tumble they took into the lights. Rob is staring in disbelief as he fully turns to face the creature. Abraxes is holding a single match that he lights by dragging his thumb nail across the sulfur head. It stares intently at Rob before tossing the match behind itself to cause the dumpster loaded with debris from the set up to burst into an inferno. }Terri Morasco: Someone needs to stop this. Get security! Vasco Diaz: This is what happens when you book these brawls Terri! Donât look away! { The two stare at each other for a long moment as the flames build in the dumpster just off the dock. Abraxes is unblinking, itâs yellow eyes devoid of compassion or remorse even as blood drips down over its fiendish mask. Rob spits more blood out and shakes his head before he charges in. Abraxes lashes out with a fist to Robâs shattered nose, stunning the man and doubling him over. Abraxes grabs him by the arms, pulling him into his legs. The creature stares into the camera for a moment before lifting Rob up into the air and casting him into the burning dumpster with a Consign to Dream! }Vasco Diaz: Abraxes just tried to kill Rob Diamond. Terri Morasco: Get the fire department on the line! Someone needs to put and end to this. This has gone to far! { Abraxes stands at the edge of the dock, staring down into the conflagration they had just thrown a human being into, the same impassive look on its face. Its body shakes, almost like with laughter as it looks down at its handiwork. But then there is the scraping sound of metal on cement. The creature turns in place, and the camera pans to look just in time to see Bryce De Jäger charging forward. He hurls his body into the air, slamming into the monster with a spear that sends both of them tumbling into the dumpster after Rob. }Vasco Diaz: Aye Dios Mio!Terri Morasco: Bryce just threw himself into Abraxes! All three men are in that fire! Somebody do something! { Crew converge on the scene, plumes bursting from fire extinguishers as security and medical personnel flood the area. The cameraman gets knocked back and we see a brief moment of Dr. Kingsley, mouthing âItâs Done. Itâs overâ that canât be heard over the commotion before the camera cuts out with the last image the burning dumpster in the background. }-------------------------------  MAIN EVENT
REVENGE MATCH
âI QUIT!â MATCH Shea OâHara vs Dean Harper ------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event this evening. The following Murder Revenge match is an âI Quitâ match. There are no pinfalls, disqualifications, or countouts. This contest can only be won by submission, knockout, or a competitor audibly declaring âI Quit!â Terri Morasco: We havenât had one of these kinds of matches in a while. Vasco Dias: I think the "Who's Your Daddy?â match between Steve Awesome and Andrew Jacobsen? Terri Morasco: If thatâs true, Iâd wager that their match made a significant contribution to prematurely ending Andrewâs career and putting Steve in an early grave. Vasco Dias: There might be another early grave dug here tonight because Shea seems to have something of a death wish heading into tonight. She told Dean heâd have to kill or cripple her to keep her out of his misery forever. Terri Morasco: Ordinarily Iâd say a man like Dean Harper wouldnât hesitate to grant Shea her wish, but I think heâll keep himself more restrained for the sake of his son, Damien. Vasco Dias: Some might say Shea was stooping too low, threatening a man with potentially losing custody of his only child should he go too far here tonight, but I say all is fair in love, war and professional wrestling. Terri Morasco: If you ask me, not only was it low, but also out of character. I donât like this new, more bitchy side of Shea personally. I donât know what exactly to blame the attitude change on either, the fact that she rolls around with The Murder now or the fact that sheâs facing Dean Harper here tonight and he has a long history of bringing out the absolute worst in people as they all get caught up in trying to play his game his way. Vasco Dias: A bit of both, Iâd say. âCheck? Okay.â{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 OâHARA. The crowd erupt into a mixture of cheers and boos as a renewed ball of energy, Shea OâHara 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, Shea plants her feet firmly, bouncing into a slight squat as she throws up the âdevil hornsâ on each hand. The gesture is coordinated with the start of the chorus of âComing For Bloodâ 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.
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 âdevil hornsâ on her right hand again, triggering yellow sparkling pyro explosions from each turnbuckle either side of her.
The crowd remains vocal even as she removes her jacket and shades. The lights return to normal and the music fades.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, standing at 5â6ââ and weighing in at 135 pounds, from Cork, IrelandâŚ. She is the current Queenâs Gambit 2024 contract holderâŚ.SHEA OâHARA! Terri Morasco: This is something of a historic first for the current Queenâs Gambit contract holder, never before in her IWF career has she competed in an intergender one on one contest officially. Vasco Dias: Well, Terri, she brought this on herself. As they say âyou never forget your first timeâ and Iâm sure Dean Harper will make it memorable for her. Sheâs been trained by legends like Spike and Gib and the stories from the PC tell the tale of those men being hands on and not being afraid to manhandle their students to teach them, so whilst this may be her first official intergender contest, itâs likely not the first time sheâs stepped into a wrestling ring with a guy. {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}âRemember 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 crowdâs roar and Dean Harper standing in the center of the ring, ready for the battle ahead.}Alison Valance: And her opponent, standing at 6â2ââ weighing in at 185 pounds from Sioux Falls, South Dakota⌠Dean Harper! Terri Morasco: Harper is so far two for two against the Murder, Iâd say the groupâs best laid plans havenât worked out at all like they hoped so far. Vasco Dias: I donât think Shea will change that. This whole thing is just hubris on her part. She even said she wasnât really fighting for the Murder or Rowan but rather everything else Dean had put her two best friends through. If you ask me, Shea is in over her head here. {When the bell rings, and Dean Harper and Shea O'Hara circle each other with playful yet intense glares. Dean, known for his relentless style, makes the first move, lunging at Shea with a clothesline. Shea, always one step ahead, ducks swiftly and flips backward, giving Dean a teasing wink as she lands in a confident stance.}Terri Morasco: An incredible show of acrobatic flexibility from Shea there. Vasco Dias: I hear Dean does like his prey hot and flexible⌠{Dean smirks, clearly enjoying the challenge, and charges again. This time, he feigns a strike and hooks Shea into a headlock, using his strength to control her movements. Shea, however, quickly maneuvers out of it, flipping Dean with a lightning-quick arm drag. As Dean pops back up, Shea delivers a series of precise strikes and lightning fast kicks, driving him back against the ropes. With the momentum on her side, Shea backs up just enough to try and clothesline Dean over the top rope, but Dean has the incoming attack scouted and counters by back body dropping Shea over the ropes and onto the mats below. Shea lands hard on her back.
Dean smirks as he registers the pained expression on Sheaâs face, âAwww, poor babyâŚdoes it hurt?â He taunts, as he jumps up on the nearest turnbuckle and fearlessly leaps through the airâŚ}Terri Morasco: Corkscrew Moonsault! Vasco Dias: Dean throwing caution into the wind early here! {Shea narrowly avoids it, by rolling out of the way, and Dean seems to catch his right knee awkwardly on the landing. The same knee that had been bothering him since Night of the Immortals, Shea knew. He may have been too proud to let most people see his weakness, but Warren and Shea had no secrets at all. Warrenâs intimate knowledge of Deanâs physical weaknesses was Sheaâs to exploit.
Shea pulls Dean up by his hair, the action elicits a soft involuntary moan from Dean that Shea doesnât seem to register or care about as she whips him across some steel steps. Dean lets out a yelp as his bad knee crashes against steel as he tumbles across the steps.
Shea meanwhile lifts the ring apron and starts throwing various weapons into the ring, including a couple of steel folding chairs, a trash can lid, a sledgehammer and a velvet bag of unknown contents. Shea also grabs a kendo stick and walks over to where Dean is still clutching his knee, and unloads shots to his bad knee, after the first five, the crowd count the next three, before Shea abandons the stick in favour of a submission, a Single Leg Boston Crab isolating and wrenching the right knee specifically.
Shea has it locked in expertly, and the official seems to agree as he presents Dean with a microphone, asking âWhat do you say, Harper?â
Dean stubbornly shakes his head and barks into the microphone, defiantly âHarder, Bitch!â. Shea loosens her grip just enough to transition from the Boston Crab to her Dragon Slayer (Lion-tamer) submission. Dean now laughs into the officialâs microphone, âThatâs it babe, right there!â His tone is one of clear mockery. âIf only Warren knew what he was missing.â
The crowd roars as the comment clearly catches Shea off guard just enough for Shea to lose focus and slacken her grip, enough for Dean to power out of the hold, flipping Shea off of him. Driven by pure pride and some adrenaline, Dean crawls over to the commentary desk, eager to put some distance between himself and Shea whilst he gathered his bearings.
Dean uses the edge of the desk to get himself back up to his feet, shaking feeling back into his legs as best he can. Meanwhile Shea clears the Spanish announcer table next to Terri and Vasco, pulling out a monitor and as soon as Dean turns around, Shea tries to clock him with the monitor, but Dean has enough presence of mind to duck the shot and knee Shea in the gut hard causing her to drop the monitor.}Terri Morasco: How is Dean doing this? His knee looks bad. Vasco Dias: Knowing Deanâs insane pain tolerance, it probably barely tickles. {Dean seizes on his opening, and with a sadistic glint in his eye, he delivers a brutal kick to Sheaâs midsection, followed by a snap DDT right infront of Terri and Vasco. He then spots a length of monitor cable and wraps it around Sheaâs neck, choking her, whilst barking at the referee to ask her.
A strangled âNoâ is pushed through Sheaâs lungs and Dean tightens his grip, but as Shea starts to fade, something about the helpless look in her eyes causes him to change tact and he shakes his head. Unwrapping the cable and rolling a gasping Shea onto the Spanish announce table Shea had cleared moments ago.
He carefully positions her, before getting that wild look in his eye again. He goes back to the ring, climbs the apron and then the turnbuckle. He dives off, landing his signature Up Is Down moonsault, sending both Shea and himself crashing through the Spanish announcer table as the crowd erupts into a âHoly Shitâ chant, loving the absolute carnage in this match so far.}Terri Morasco: Good God, Dean put everything on the line there! Vasco Dias: He always does! You donât have a career resume like his if youâre not willing to give it your all in every single match. {Both competitors are now breathless, the referee moves in, first asking Shea who took the worst of it if she wants to give it up. She whispers no, and the official shakes his head to confirm her response for the crowd. The referee then asks Dean, who is marginally more audible in his refusal.
Seeing that Shea is far tougher than he gave her credit for, Dean locks eyes with his opponent, a glint of admiration mixed with something else he canât quite describe as he grabs her by her hair and looks in her eyes, deeper than he ever had before. Instead of following through, he leans close, their lips almost meet but not quite, teasing the audience and Shea alike. Shea, plays along, taking his hand and placing it on her breast in a move which surprises even Dean. He starts to caress her, until she leans forward and whispers in his ear, âNow be a good boy and tell Mommy what she wants to hear.â
Deanâs eyes go wide as he realises the game sheâs trying to play, the game he himself had perfected over the years and withdraws his hand, backing off, convincing himself that he wasnât almost tempted to give in. He felt nothing for her, the homewrecker, he forcibly reminded himself even if a slight southern twitch theyâd both felt betrayed his secret in the moment.
Dean gets up, clears his throat, curses under his breath and pulls Shea up by the hair. Few people met him in battle on his terms like this, clearly heâd underestimated just how dirty she was willing to play. He set about punishing her, dragging her by her hair over to the guard rail.
Here Dean slaps her across the face and even helps himself to a handful of her ass. After he squeezed uninvited, Shea knees him in the crotch and slams him back first into the guardrail. The guardrail is the only thing keeping Dean on his feet as he tries to recover from the pain searing through his crotch.
Shea backs up and spears Dean through the guardrail, eliciting another âHoly Shit!â chant from the crowd. The official rushes over and asks Dean who responds with âFuck Outta My Faceâ.}Terri Morasco: How much more can these two put each other through here! Vasco Dias: This hasnât been a match as much as itâs been a damned massacre so far and itâs not over yet!
{Up until now, Shea had been quite composed and willing to toy more with Dean, but even she has her limits. She straddles Dean and wraps both her hands around his throat, choking him, âGive it up, big boy,â Dean bucks his hips and rolls her over and manages to pin her under his weight but she keeps choking him. Deanâs eyes close briefly, enjoying her frustration, really enjoying it as she felt. Eventually, he overpowers her, pinning her arms above her head, leaning forward for a kiss which he snatches until Shea bites down on his bottom lip hard, causing Dean to reconsider entirely. Dean wipes blood from his lip with one hand and Shea headbutts him in the nose to free herself.}Terri Morasco: There have been more than a few points in this match that have made me feel uncomfortable as a woman, Iâll admit⌠Vasco Dias: Itâs Dean Harper, heâs made a career out of making people uncomfortable, regardless of gender. Itâs just how he fights and how he survives. {Dean has trouble seeing straight as his eyes water. Shea rolls him back over and hammers him with punches to the face. Shea then pulls him to his feet, kneeing him in the gut and dragging him back to the ring. She throws him under the bottom rope and slides in after him. She then forces him on his knees before very deliberately hitting him with a Balorâs Gaze to disorient him both physically and mentally, knowing the significance of that particular move.
Whilst Dean is a dazed heap on the mat, Shea grabs the velvet bag from earlier, opens it and spills thousands of thumbtacks onto the canvas. The crowd cheers in anticipation for yet more carnage as Shea now stalks Dean, waiting, daring him to find his feet again. The stubborn four time World Champion eventually obliges and walks straight into a Break Down (Manhandle Slam) from Shea, right into a pile of thumbtacks.
Dean arches his back in pain as the official shoves the microphone in his face. âItâs gonna take more than that sweetheart,â Dean declares with a slight chuckle. Shea shakes her head and pulls one of her most resilient opponents back to his feet and as she does, the two stubborn competitors first trade strikes and then moves. In a rapid fire burst of energy, Shea kicks Dean in his bad knee a few times before hitting him with Triple Platinum (Three Amigos). Dean absorbs each blow to his bleeding back, which was still pierced with thumbtacks, and in an incredible burst of adrenaline and instinct, kips up and hits her with a Step up Enzurgiri. The crowd erupts as the two wrestlers go, matching each other move for moveâDeanâs brutal power versus Sheaâs technical finesse. Dean hits a spinning heel kick, but Shea retaliates with a hurricanrana, flipping Dean across the ring. Both land on their feet, facing each other, visibly still enjoying how evenly matched they seemed to be.}Terri Morasco: Alright, I give up, I can tell if they want to kiss or kill each other anymore. Vasco Dias: I donât think they can either, to be honest, Terri!
{âGood for you too?â Dean teased as he hit her with a running kneelift into a hangmanâs neckbreaker. âThat all you got?â She replied with a jumping enziguri. Dean grabbed her by the hair and kneed her in the stomach, âGo fuck yourself.â Shea hit Dean with a Russian legsweep and followed it up with a Cartwheel Evade & Side Kick, âBut I thought that was your job?â}Terri Morasco: I honestly donât know why these two hate each other as much as they do, theyâre obviously as bad as each other⌠Vasco Dias: Itâs a brand new, liberated Shea OâHara obviously. Not afraid to fight fire with fire and get down and dirty when the situation demands it.
{âAll you have to do was ask.â Dean hit Shea with a Oathbreaker and put his hands around her neck, straddling her. âYes, be a good boy and show Mommy the Monster that was too much for Warren,â Shea taunted even as she struggled against his grasp. Dean shivered, choking her a little hard, pressing a knee into her stomach to make it harder for her to breathe. âCome on Angel, just say two words and it ends.â Shea hit him in the head hard. âFUCK YOU!,â she whispered as she kneed him in the junk again. He loosens his grip as she got out of the choke.}Terri Morasco: Well, if Dean wants any more kids he might struggle after this match. Vasco Dias: Never mind him, Sheaâs go to move is making me wince. Remind mr never to cross her.
{Dean goes for a top-rope maneuver, looking to finish the match in spectacular fashion with a Descent into Hell. Shea counters with a mid-air dropkick, sending Dean crashing to the canvas. She then ascends the top rope herself, soaring off with a picture-perfect Punk Rock Press. Dean, however, gets his knees up, driving them into Sheaâs midsection. The two collapse, exhausted.}Terri Morasco: Once again we reach another stalemate in this match! Vasco Dias: Something has to give surely⌠{The referee moves in to ask both competitors. Shea insists she can still go, and so does Dean. Dean recovers first and picks up the sledgehammer Shea introduced into the match earlier and plants it into Sheaâs stomach as she lays prone on the mat. She coughs up blood, but still shakes her head defiantly, even spitting some blood into Deanâs eyes.
The crowd erupt as Warren Kidd jumps the rail, shooting out from somewhere in the crowd having seen enough. Not being able to see his stubborn best friend endure more pain, Warren hits Dean with a Trauma Response, making him drop the sledgehammer. Dean seems enraged by the interference and pops back up to his feet as the former married couple once again get face to face.
They throw punches. Dean gets the better of Warren in the exchange and throws him through the ropes out onto the floor. Dean then grabs the nearest steel chair, once more brought in by Shea and raises it above his head, looking to rain down hell on a downed Shea.
However with an adrenaline burst of his own, Warren dives in the ring at the last second and shields Shea with his own body, laying on top of her, absorbing Deanâs wild chairshots himself. Warren takes no less than ten, before Dean kicks him in the face rolling him off Shea.
An incensed Dean now wraps the heavily dented chair around Warrenâs throat. âYou wanna be a hero so bad, huh? She doesnât need you and neither do I. Iâm gonna do us all a favour and put you out of everyoneâs fucking misery once and for all!â
Dean then grabs the sledgehammer again and raises it above his head, looking for the death blow, determined to break his ex-husbandâs neck which is still wedged between steel.
Shea recovers enough to roll onto her side just in time to see this, she coughs up blood, motioning for the official with the microphone. As soon as sheâs able, Shea folds for the sake of her best friend , she could stand a lot of things, but not seeing Warren hurt. âWait! Stop! Please! You win okay, you win! I QUIT!â}Alison Valance: Your winner Dean Harper! Terri Morasco: What?! Vasco Dias: well thatâs selfless. But Shea still threw away the match! Dean is still undefeated against The Murder on their rather ineffective Revenge Tour so far! Terri Morasco: I donât think Shea gives a damn about The Murderâs Revenge, certainly not as much as she cares about Warren Kidd! {Dean drops the sledgehammer when the ref tells him to. The bell rings but Dean is looking at Shea, something unreadable in the unbroken eye contact between the two. âHe doesnât deserve you.â Dean moves past Shea and pauses, but exits the ring as Shea moves to rescue Warren from the chair as the show fades to the end logo.} |
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Well howdy there pardner.