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SEGMENT
Participants: Brooklyn Madrox, April Madrox & Dean Harper
Word Limit: 2000
Brooklynâs Last Stand: The Madrox Sisters react to the fallout from Aprilâs match at October Revolution, only to be joined by Dean Harper who has his own take and demands to know what Brooklynâs intentions are for the final match in the Murder Revenge Gauntlet - how will years of familiarity and tension boil over between these two former Pack Mates who were once as close as siblings themselves?
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{The camera opens inside a dimly lit corner of the Fort Worth arena. The arena itself feels ominous in the quiet aftermath of October Revolution, with scattered fans lingering in the background, murmurs blending into a restless hum. The faint smell of popcorn and stale beer clings to the air, while the buzz of overhead fluorescent lights flickers, casting eerie shadows over the concrete walls. In this shadowed corner, Brooklyn and April stand opposite one another, the tension between them almost palpable.}
{ Brooklynâs face is a storm of rage, her eyes narrowed, jaw clenched, and fists trembling at her sides. Sheâs barely holding it together. April stands meekly, her head slightly lowered, avoiding her sisterâs piercing gaze. Her shoulders are hunched as if the weight of Brooklynâs fury could push her down any further. The air between them is thick with the unspoken accusation, with Aprilâs silent shame and Brooklynâs unchecked anger. }
Brooklyn Madrox: [voice dripping with venom] âSo, thatâs it, huh? You failed, April. Just like the rest of them.â [she lets out a bitter, hollow laugh] âAnd you were supposed to be different. You were supposed to be the one I could count on.â
{ April looks down, fingers nervously gripping the hem of her jacket. She doesnât argue, doesnât try to defend herselfâshe knows Brooklyn wonât listen. }
April Madrox: âI⊠I tried, Brook. I gave everything I had out there.â
{ Brooklyn steps closer, her expression hardening even further, eyes blazing with frustration and bitterness. }
Brooklyn Madrox: âClearly, it wasnât enough. Just like everyone else, you let him walk all over you. You let him humiliate you. Do you have any idea what that does to me? To us? To everything weâve built?â
{ Aprilâs mouth opens as if to respond, but no words come out. Sheâs unsure what to sayâpartly because she knows her sister is right, partly because sheâs afraid that anything she says will only stoke Brooklynâs rage further. She clenches her jaw, nodding slightly, a small gesture of submission to Brooklynâs ire. }
April Madrox: âIâm sorry⊠I shouldâve been better.â
{ Brooklynâs face twists with disgust, the apology doing nothing to cool her anger. If anything, it seems to make her angrier, as if Aprilâs words are salt in an already open wound. She throws her hands up in exasperation, the wildness in her eyes intensifying. }
Brooklyn Madrox: âSorry? âSorryâ doesnât fix this, April! âSorryâ doesnât bring back the Murder!â [she spits the words, practically hissing] âTheyâre gone now. Because of you. Because you couldnât handle Dean.â
{ The mention of Deanâs name hangs heavily in the air, and April shifts uncomfortably, fighting back a flood of emotions. Itâs one thing to have lost the matchâitâs another to be the reason her sisterâs stable has crumbled. }
{ Brooklyn steps even closer, her voice lowering but losing none of its intensity. She leans in, eyes narrowed, every word sharp and cutting. }
Brooklyn Madrox: âI did everything, sacrificed everything for this. I thought I could count on you to pull your weight, to prove you were worth the effort, to show that you could be strong. And look where we are. You werenât strong enough. You werenât ruthless enough. All youâve done is make us a laughingstock.â
{ Aprilâs face twists with guilt, her eyes stinging with unshed tears, but she blinks them back. She doesnât argue, doesnât try to fight back. Thereâs a part of her that believes Brooklynâs words, that accepts the blame for whatâs happened. She nods, her voice barely above a whisper. }
April Madrox: âIâm⊠sorry, Brook. I didnât mean to let you down.â
{ Brooklyn scoffs, shaking her head in frustration, seemingly disgusted by Aprilâs continued apologies. Her fists clench tightly at her sides, knuckles white with the force of her grip. }
Brooklyn Madrox: âLet me down? You destroyed everything I worked for, everything I built. Youâre not sorry, April. If you were, youâd have fought harder. Youâd have found a way to win. Youâd have done whatever it took to put Dean in his place. But noâyou were weak. And now the Murder is gone.â
{ April closes her eyes, as if each of Brooklynâs words is a physical blow, but she remains silent, accepting the torrent of blame. She knows Brooklynâs fury isnât entirely fair, but it doesnât change the fact that she feels responsible for the loss and the fallout. She opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, a voice cuts through the tension, smooth and mocking. }
Dean Harper: [from the shadows] âWell, well, well. Look at this charming family reunion.â
{ Both sisters whip around, their faces a mixture of surprise and anger as they spot Dean leaning casually against the wall, watching them with an amused smirk. He steps forward, hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp and predatory. }
Dean Harper: So when Hayleigh beats April tonight will you have thought up a stipulation for our match or are you gonna just do a normal match and hope for the best again?
{ Brooklynâs eyes narrow, her hands clenching into fists as she takes a step toward him, a sneer twisting her features. April tenses beside her sister, but she remains frozen, her face a mask of fear and resentment. }
Dean Harper: Nothing? Tragic. Well guess Iâll just see you out there then.
{Dean smirks at them and walks past.}
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âEVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGEâ QUALIFIER
Triple Threat Elimination Match
Word Limit: 2000
The winner earns exclusive entry into the Womenâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest. The first elimination gains entry into the Gladiatrix Championship Match. The second elimination gains entry into the Invictus Championship match.
Natasha Walker vs Mai Everstone vs Sorcha Wynne
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Alison Valance: The following triple threat contest is an Evolutionary Advantage qualifier match! The winner of the contest earns exclusive entry into the Womenâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest! The first elimination gains entry into the Gladiatrix Championship Match and the second elimination gains entry into the Invictus Championship match! Introducing first...
{As the arena plunges into darkness, cold blue and deep purple lights faintly illuminate the space, casting long, eerie shadows. A thick, ghostly fog begins to roll down the entrance ramp, slowly swallowing the stage. The haunting melody of "Death Wish" by Royale Lynn begins to echo, the slow, brooding country tones filling the air like a dark omen. The audience falls silent, caught in the hypnotic spell of the moment. Suddenly, the shrill cry of a crow pierces the silence. On the massive Titantron, black-winged crows appear, circling in a slow, haunting rhythm as their caws grow louder, echoing through the arena. The video alternates between images of desolate landscapesâbarren trees, weathered gravestones, and fields of fogâwith crows perched ominously in each scene. From the shadows of the entrance emerges Mai Everstone herself, dressed in a long, black leather coat that sweeps the floor behind her as she walks. The coat is adorned with intricate lace details, mixing Black feathers are intricately woven. Her eyes are fiercely lined with black kohl, accentuating her piercing gaze. With each step, the sound of her boots hitting the metal ramp echoes in time with the songâs heartbeat.}
Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring... Mai Everstone!
{As she reaches the ring, Mai pauses, the mist still curling around her feet. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lifts her head and casts one last long look around the arena. The final note of "Death Wish" echoes in the air as the crows on the screen take flight, disappearing into the void as the lights flicker just as Mai flips over the ropes into the ring on her feet where she waits in her corner for the match to start.}
Terri Morasco: Vasco, this is going to be such a unique match featuring three tremendous competitors. There can only be one winner, but everyone involved will leave here tonight with something. For Mai, she made it known this week that her sights are set on an opportunity at the Women's World Championship. That's the hill she said she wants.
Vasco Dias: Well, if betraying the trust of your friend and not following simple orders were what we handed out title shots for, I'd say this turncoat should probably be in all of the title matches. But we don't. She's going to have to fight her way in, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: Brooklyn hasn't exactly been the kindest lately, Vasco. I don't think Mai has any issues with earning her opportunity, though. Her mind is clear, and she is ready to stand on her own.
Vasco Dias: We'll see, won't we. She might just get her wings clipped, too.
{The camera focuses on the top of the stage.}
Alison Valance: And her opponent...
{The Harpsicord of "Unlaced" starts to echo across the arena as Mist fills the entryway before Sorcha rises up from the floor as the dressed in a long cloak and stained-glass hat, lit from behind to cast a stark silhouette}
Alison Valance: About to make her way to the ring, hailing from Ayr, Scotland... Sorcha Ni-Wynne!
{The Lights Cut to black and when they come back on Sorcha is stood facing the hard camera stood on the middle rope arms spread almost angelically before she steps gracefully into the ring waltzing about it as the music plays before she finds a corner}
Vasco Dias: I can't understand half the things she says, but it's nice to see Sorcha back in an IWF ring. I find her to be the least annoying person in this match, Morasco.
Terri Morasco: I'm sure she'll be thrilled you gave her such a ringing endorsement.
Vasco Dias: I hear your sarcasm, Morasco. What do you want from me?
Terri Morasco: You could try saying something actually nice. A compliment, maybe.
Vasco Dias: Or -OR- you could stop flapping your gums so Alison can do her job.
{The camera focuses on the top of the stage again.}
Alison Valance: And their opponent...
{"Riot" starts to roll the Distinctive drums into the arena as the lights dim, before stepping out the back in her outfit comes Natasha on time with the Scream in the track the thin "webbing" on her outfit lit up by UV as she bops to the beat and moves down the Ramp, taking a moment to hop to sit on the top rope Facing the crowd in a corner before draping backwards slowly to hang herself back and the use her extraordinary flexibility to pitch back onto her feet with a smile.}
Alison Valance: Hailing from Queens, New York... the "Techno Tsuchigumo" Natasha Walker!
{The crowd cheers for Natasha.}
Terri Morasco: Natasha has promised both of the women in the ring with her that they're going to get her best shot, and we've all seen how good Natasha's aim is.
Vasco Dias: If she wins tonight, she moves on to try to take the title off one of her besties. That'd be an interesting little turn of events. Maybe Mai can give her a few pointers on how to cut the legs out from underneath your leader, too.
Terri Morasco: Will you stop. Natasha and Charlotte, if Natasha were to win this, would have a clean, competitive match. They'd tear the house down and shake hands afterwards because that's who they are.
Vasco Dias: Which goes back to my earlier point about Sorcha being the person I find to be the least annoying in this bout.
{The referee for this contest, Jessica Andrews, checks in with the competitors to ensure they're ready. With all three signaling that they are, the official calls for the opening bell.}
Ding!
{The match starts off in typical triple threat fashion, with all three competitors in the ring looking to gain the early edge. Sorcha uses her size and power advantage, taking the fight to both Natasha and Mai with chops and an array of suplexes on both women. While Sorcha has Mai up in the air, holding her for a Stalling Vertical Suplex, Natasha manages to turn the tide with a Dropkick to the side of Sorcha's knee, causing both Sorcha and Mai to fall forward onto the canvas! Mai rolls out of the ring, looking to try to recover from the damage. Natasha targets the knee of Sorcha with some well-placed, impactful kicks, trying to soften it up as Sorcha hobbles around in retreat. Sorcha collapses against the buckles. Natasha takes her by the arm and whips Sorcha into the opposite corner. Walker follows up with a Cartwheel Back elbow in the corner on Ni-Wynne. As Walker comes out she's caught by surprise with a springboard bulldog from Mai! Everstone makes the first cover of the match on Natasha, hooking the leg deep. The referee starts her count but Natasha kicks out after the count of one!}
{Sorcha looks for a German Suplex on Mai from behind. Everstone counters with some hard elbows to the head to break Sorcha's grip. Mai fires a spinning heel kick into the midsection of Sorcha, doubling her over for a snap DDT! Mai attempts a cover on Sorcha but is only able to keep her shoulders pressed to the canvas for a count of two before Sorcha kicks out. Natasha and Mai form a temporary alliance to throw some kicks at Sorcha and back her against the ropes. They continue working together to whip Sorcha across the ring. Ni-Wynne ducks and attempted double-clothesline by Walker and Everstone, bounces off the ropes and explodes through both women with huge clotheslines of her own! Favoring her knee, Sorcha is slightly slow to get up. Once up, Ni-Wynne takes aim at Mai, lifting the smaller woman with ease and driving her down with a backbreaker! Sorcha is still a little unsteady on her leg as she rises. Natasha hammers her in the chest with a forearm that Ni-Wynne absorbs, forcing her back a step. Sorcha catches Natasha with the "Ben Sidhé Wail" (a Superkick into Straight Jacket German)!! Ni-Wynne tries for a cover. Jessica Andrews slides into position for a count. However, Natasha kicks out just before the count of three!}
Terri Morasco: Sorcha almost ended Natasha's night right there, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: I'm not sure Natasha even knows where she is at the moment. That might have been all instinct, Morasco. You just hear that count and it's automatic, if you have the strength to do it.
{Mai comes from the apron, using a springboard Hurricarana on Sorcha to take her down! Mai pushes the pace as Natasha rolls to the apron. Mai rushes in on Sorcha, connecting with an Enziguri to the head! Backing into the turnbuckles, Mai mounts the middle buckle and leaps onto Sorcha with a Diving Cross Body Block! Sorcha rolls through with the move, however, coming up holding Mai in position for a fallaway slam. Sorcha gives Mai a big toss, hurling her body through the air! Mai lands with a thud. Focused on polishing off Mai, Sorcha doesn't spot Natasha up on the apron. Walker springboards through the air, catching Ni-Wynne with the "DataKrash"! Walker immediately sets up and delivers the "TsuchiGumo" on Sorcha! Natasha pins Sorcha's shoulders to the canvas and the referee counts them down for three seconds!}
Alison Valance: Sorcha Ni-Wynne has been eliminated!
{Sorcha rolls out of the ring as Natasha rests on a knee.}
Terri Morasco: Even in defeat, Sorcha has earned herself a place in the Gladiatrix Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest. She was impressive here tonight, but ring rust may have been an issue.
Vasco Dias: It's tough to shake that off, Morasco. There's no substitute for in-ring competition. Now I'm stuck having to see who wins between the girl that's annoying and the girl that's even more annoying.
{Mai rushes Natasha, throwing some Muay Thai Knees at Natasha, trying to neutralize. The blows back Natasha against the ropes. Mai unloads on Natasha with her trademark headbutt, staggering Walker. That blows provides the set-up for Mai to deliver a snap suplex with a ton of torque on the move! Natasha is down, close to the corner. Mai gets up and goes up top, hunting for a moonsault. Everstone leaps, gracefully soaring through the air until she crashes down on Natasha's raised knees! Mai bounces off, clutching her ribs. Both competitors lay on the canvas nursing their wounds.}
{After a few moments, Walker is the first woman to get to her feet. Still trying to get breath back in her body, Mai is a step slower; but still gets up to try to meet Natasha head-on. Natasha goes right to those sore ribs of Mai with a stiff kick. Mai tries to come back with a right hand, but the bendy Walker slips under it with her "Peacock Dance" (a Bridging Spider crawl Evasion transitioned to running Spear)! Mai is nearly cut in half from the impact of the move! Natasha hooks Mai's leg for a cover. The official slides into position for a count... but Mai kicks out just before the count of three! The crowd is on their feet as the match continues on! Walker pushes her hair away from her eyes as she sits on the canvas, planning her next move.}
Terri Morasco: I think Natasha may be in a bit of disbelief, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: I am, too! She folded Mai like a ham sandwich with that spear!
Terri Morasco: Natasha getting up, eyeing that corner. This deep into the match she may be thinking Goblin Glider.
Vasco Dias: With Mai's ribs already battered, that may do it.
{Natasha climbs the turnbuckles with the crowd on their feet. She takes her measure of Mai, then makes the leap for her Diving Corkscrew Moonsault! Mai digs down deep, though, mustering every last ounce of energy she has to pop up and catch Natasha on the way down with the "Beattlejuice" (RKO Out of nowhere)! The building comes unglued for the counter!! Mai covers Walker, hooking both legs! The official slides into position for a count and slaps the mat three times to count Walker's shoulders down! Jessica Andrews signals for the bell!}
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
{Mai rolls off the cover, holding one arm tightly against her ribs as her music plays.}
Terri Morasco: Mai has won it, Vasco! Mai Everstone is going to Survival of the Fittest to take part in the Women's World Championship Match!
Vasco Dias: Natasha just got caught, Morasco. When you're mid-air like that, not much you can do for a counter.
Terri Morasco: She'll still get an opportunity to fight for the Invictus Championship at Survival of the Fittest, though.
{Mai celebrates her win as the show goes to a commercial break.}
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SEGMENT
Participant: Nick Knight
Word Limit: 2000
Mystery Partner Revealed? : After declaring his intentions to personally ensure Savage By Nature do not walk out of Survival of the Fittest with the World Tag Team Championships again, The Hollywood Butcher returns to share more thoughts on the upcoming Cage Match. Has he finally found a partner? Will they be revealed?
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{Ecstasy Of Gold starts to play over the sound system as Nick Knight steps onto the entrance ramp dressed in jeans, a xXx Wrestling Academy t-shirt, and snakeskin boots with his trademark barbed wire wrapped 2x4. He slowly walks towards the ring ignoring the mixed reaction that he is receiving from the Fort Worth crowd. Once at ringside he climbs up the stairs before climbing between the ropes and taking a microphone from the ringside attendant.}
Nick Knight: A couple of weeks ago I came out here and announced my intentions of being a part of the tag team match at Survival of The Fittest. What I didn't do is make an announcement of who my partner was going to be because, quite frankly, I didn't have a damn clue who it was going to be. Hell I honestly didn't give a shit if I even had a partner because the only thing really matters is keeping those belts from going back around the waists of Savage By Nature.
Since then I can't go more than about an hour without someone asking who my partner is going to be. After awhile I got really sick of telling people to mind their own fuckinh business, so I finally broke down and went shopping for a tag team partner.
My first thought was to call up one of my old buddies in The Revolution, but that was a little bit complicated because Nick is knee deep in trying to win a singles belt and there's about a snowballs chance in Hell of getting JJ out of retirement. Then I gave serious consideration to take a trip to MOD Island to see if Gregor Winter would be interested, but that's a level of batshit crazy I just don't want to get tangled up with again. I even tried my brother but the call just went to voice-mail.
That left we standing there with my dick in my hand with SoTF just a couple of weeks away. I needed to find someone fast, but who? Well the first thing I did was sit down and come up with a list of skills my partner needed to have: they needed to be young enough to scale the cage because my old body isn't the best at that anymore, a little bit of a risk taker, and most importantly a tough son of a bitch.
I looked up and down the roster and finally settled on one name. Lucky for me it was someone that I had a little bit of history with and I already had his number saved in my phone. A few text messages back and forth and I have myself a partner.
{ At that moment, âNecronâs Themeâ â from the Final Fantasy IX soundtrack â begins playing. The crowd doesnât know what to think at first, but once RAM steps out onto the stage, they pop to their feet and cheer. Marshall, wearing a victory green Dallas Stars jersey, takes in the moment, relishing in the cheers from the Texas home crowd. He had no idea on what to say and how to respond, but as he steps toward the ring he sees Nick Knight standing there, smiling from ear to ear. }
Vasco Dias: I never thought Iâd see the day when RAM would get cheers from a crowdâŠ
Terri Morasco: Talk about a homecoming! RAM was born in Highland Park and graduated from Watauga High School, just a short drive from here in Fort Worth!
{ RAM gets into the ring and calmly shakes Nickyâs hand. While he doesnât grab the microphone and deploy his usual bluster, he whispers something into the Hollywood Butcherâs ear; while we canât pick up the audio of what was said, RAMâs lips could be clearly saying âThis might be a bit personal, but IâŠI gotta come clean on some things.â Nicky nods his head before standing alongside his new tag team partner, who simply bows his head and closes his eyes. }
Vasco Dias: What did RAM just say to Nick Knight�!
Terri Morasco: I donât have a clue. All I do know is that Nick Knight has a new tag-team partner, and they both look determined to chase for the IWF World Tag Team titles!
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âEVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGEâ QUALIFIER
Word Limit: 2000
The winner earns exclusive entry into the Menâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest. The loser gains entry into the Gladiator Championship Match instead.
Bryce De JĂ€ger vs Rob Diamond
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{ We rejoin Vasco and Terri at the booth. }
Vasco Dias: Next up we have an âEVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGEâ QUALIFIER!
Terri Morasco: Thatâs right, Vasco, itâll be Rob Diamond vs Bryce De Jager one more time! The winner earns exclusive entry into the Menâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest. The loser gains entry into the Gladiator Championship Match instead.
Vasco Dias: Those are some meaty stakes, Terri.
Terri Morasco: You can say that again but one has to wonder, what kind of condition will these men be in after the Escape by Dawn match?
Vasco Dias: And did Rob even make it out of the building?
Terri Morasco: I guess weâll find out, now!
{ The low synth and drums of âEscape from New Yorkâ start to play and as the Pino stings hit, Bryce limps out with a wry small smile on his face, his upper body totally wrapped in bandages and a wrap around his head and chin as well. He walks down towards the ring slowly, choosing to walk up the steps as he starts to take off his jacket throwing it to one side as he blinds in. He goes across the ring, forgoing the usual show boating and leans against the turnbuckles. }
Terri Morasco: Bryce is definitely looking worse for wear.
Vasco Dias: I wonder what sort of shape Rob is in after being trapped by Abraxes?
Terri Morasco: Certainly not better shape.
{ 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⊠Normally this is where Rob would come strutting out but he doesnât. Bryce perks up as he watches the entrance way. Eventually the music stops as the crowd starts to turn. }
Vasco Dias: Well thatâs not good.
Terri Morasco: Iâm getting word from the back⊠Uh-huh⊠Yeah⊠God⊠Ok, so, Rob Diamond is not here tonight.
Vasco Dias: Donât tell me heâs still in that building!?
Terri Morasco: Not sure. Alison is getting the word now.
{ Bryce has a big shit eating grin as Alison gets into the ring. }
Alison Valance: We regret to inform you that Rob Diamond is not here-
{ Bryce tears the mic away from Alison. }
Bryce de Jager: Ring the damn bell! Count him out!
{ The crowd boos as Blue Shoes looks to the time keeper. Bryce continues to yell âRING THE BELL!â and Blue Shoes finally relents. }
*DING! DING!*
Bryce de Jager: COUNT!
{ The raucous crowd is booing the roof off the place as Blue Shoes starts his count. }
âONE! TWO! THREE!â
Bryce de Jager: FASTER!
{ Blue Shoes rolls his eyes. }
âFOUR-FIVE-SIX!â
Terri Morasco: I canât believe Bryce is doing this!
Vasco Dias: Wins a win.
Terri Morasco: You both disgust me.
{ Bryce is already celebrating his hard fought victory to a chorus of boos as Blue Shoes continues. }
âSEVEN-EIGHT-NINE⊠TEN!â
Bryce de Jager: Come on, announce it!
{ Bryce throws the mic to Alison as he holds his arms up in victory. }
Alison Valance: Your winner and advancing to the Menâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest⊠BRYCE DE JAGER!
{ Bryce is nearly cackling as the crowd boos. }
Terri Morasco: Congratulations, Bryce, way to go. You really earned itâŠ
Vasco Dias: Settle down, Terri.
Terri Morasco: Isnât anyone at all concerned about where Rob is?
Vasco Dias: Not really.
{ Almost as if on cue, Bryceâs music cuts. The arena goes dark. A live shot appears on the tron. }
{ Bryce can be seen looking up at the tron and then mutters. }
Bryce de Jager: This shit isnât my problem anymore.
{ He promptly leaves the ring and ringside area as the shot of the tied up man lingers on the tron. }
Terri Morasco: Is that Rob Diamond!?
Vasco Dias: It sure isnât the pope!
Terri Morasco: Where is he!?
Vasco Dias: He must still be in that building!
{ Teeth can be heard chattering from behind the camera as the image slowly fades to black and we are left to wonder what happens next. }
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SEGMENT
Participant: Allen Chaney
Word Limit: 2000
Set Up, Punchline: The 2024 Joker In The Pack contract holder returns to declare his future plans. Will they involve a cash in at Survival of the Fittest?
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{We cut to the backstage area where we find âThe Comedianâ Allen Chaney is taping up his wrists for his match coming up soon. We seem to be near the catering area. The biggest indicator of this is the now familiar censored face of Ollie Maverick in the background of the shot loading a tupperware container full of what seems to be chicken alfredo pasta. Heâs wearing a baby bjorn holding his manager âRocky Trashingtonâ who seems to just be hanging there taking a little snooze.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Oh hey folks. Just getting ready for my match tonight and thought maybe we should have a word since Iâve been gone for a bit doing honeymoon stuff thatâs none of your business. How are you? Did you get a haircut? You look nice.
{Ollie fills up a tupperware container and produces another and starts filling that one up as well.}
ALLEN CHANEY: HeyâŠ.real quick bud. Is the catering guy okay with you doing that?
OLLIE MAVERICK: Oh, heâs busy with a thing in the parking lot. The spread is Italian tonight. Want me to save you a cannoli or two?
ALLEN CHANEY: âŠYeah. Anyway, Itâs time to address the big question.
OLLIE MAVERICK: Itâs not a stork. Thatâs a lie. I donât know if you and Jen are trying or anything but a bird isnât gonna bring you a baby.
ALLEN CHANEY: Not THAT big question. Brother, I love you so much but Iâm kinda doin a thing here.
OLLIE MAVERICK: Heard, Chef. Didnât notice the camera. All quiet on the Ollie front from now on.
{Ollie moves on to packaging up some baked ziti. Allen holds up his Joker in the Pack briefcase for everyone to see.}
ALLEN CHANEY: Anyway, just wanted to let you guys know that⊠No, I am not cashing this in at Survival of the Fittest.
{The live audience gives a mixed reaction to this. Plenty of boos.}
ALLEN CHANEY: See, I know Pax is super busy that night and to be frank I want every bit of his attention. I never got to feel like the prettiest girl at the prom and I want my Sheâs All That moment, Pax. TELL ME IâM PRETTY LIKE RACHEL LEIGH COOK, PAX. LET ME BE PROM QUEEN.
{Ollie remains quiet though it looks like something is really bothering him.}
ALLEN CHANEY: But I told you when Iâm not cashing in, which is not the same as telling when I AM going to cash in. I told you youâd know when I was coming and I meant it⊠so how about you defend your title at Survival of the Fittest and hang onto it which I REALLY want you to do⊠and I defend my briefcase that night and after the main event I come out with my briefcase andâŠ
{A pause, maybe implying Allen would cash in right AFTER Survival? Capitalize on a weakened Pax?}
ALLEN CHANEY: âŠshake your hand for a job well done. And thenâŠcome Holiday Havoc. December 17th, 2024. In the Main event. You and Me. One-on-one for the Championship. Iâm setting the fucking date and I hope itâs you PaxâŠ.but if it ainât? Iâll take the belt off whoeverâs fucking got it then. Iâm a KC boy. We bring home fuckin Championships. Set-Up. Punchli-
OLLIE MAVERICK: Hey justâŠIâm sorry just real quick.
ALLEN CHANEY: âŠWhat?
OLLIE MAVERICK: I absolutely hate to be this guy but Rachel Leigh Cook doesnât actually win Prom Queen in âSheâs All Thatâ. Taylor wins it after getting dumped by Matthew Lillard.
ALLEN CHANEY: Shit, youâre right.
OLLIE MAVERICK: Sorry, man.
ALLEN CHANEY: No no, donât apologize. Iâd be kicking myself if this ended without a correction and a bunch of dorks just tweeted me about it. Good lookin out, brother.
OLLIE MAVERICK: Such a good movie, though.
ALLEN CHANEY: Fuck yeah, dude.
{Allen turns and he and Ollie exchange a fist bump that turns into a brief but elaborate handshake any viewer can tell theyâve been doing for years at this point.}
ALLEN CHANEY: SoâŠcatering guy is busy, huh?
OLLIE MAVERICK: Ha! Yeah.
ALLEN CHANEY: Care to elaborate?
OLLIE MAVERICK: He called Rocky a âGross little rodentâ so I slashed his tires and busted out all the windows on his car.
ALLEN CHANEY: You know what? Fair.
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âEVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGEâ QUALIFIER
Word Limit: 2000
The winner earns exclusive entry into the Womenâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest. The loser gains entry into the Gladiatrix Championship Match instead.
April Madrox w/ Brooklyn Madrox vs Hayleigh Blake w/ Dean Harper
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Allison Valance: The following match is an Evalotionary Qualifier match! The winner earns exclusive entry into the Womenâs World Championship Match at Survival of the Fittest. The loser gains entry into the Gladiatrix Championship Match instead.
Terri Morasco: We have never done Survival of the fittest matches like this and tonight has been full of this kind of match.
Vasco Diaz: It has. Youâre not wrong about that.
{ Perfect Day by Hoku hits the arena sound system as the lights begin to flash. Hayleigh Blake comes out through the curtain with a hop in her step and waving to the crowd in attendance. As Hayleigh makes her way down to the ring she is followed by her legendary mother Shelly Diamond who watches her daughter with an approving eye. Hayleigh does a half lap around the ring, slapping fans hands as she goes before rolling in under the bottom rope. Hayleigh hits the camera side right corner of the ring with one foot on the top rope and her right fist in the air as the chorus kicks in. Dean Harper walks down to the ring without fanfare, just casually taking his spot on Hayleighâs side of the ring. Hayleigh hops down and takes her corner as her music fades out. Shelly takes a seat near the commentary booth. }
Allison Valance: First down to the ring, standing at 5â2ââ abd weighing in at 110 pounds from West Hartford, CT⊠accompanied by Dean HarperâŠHAYLEIGH BLAKE!
Terri Morasco: Hayleigh has struggled a little bit here and there but overall she has been very good.
Vasco Diaz: Sure, sure, sheâs come close. But I want to see some of that good old-fashioned Blake Violence.
{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 âThe Devilâs Gonna Comeâ by Raphael Lake & Royal Baggs begins to play.}
âThe Broken and Fallen, dangled souls been sent to burn,
Nowadays they been calling, telling me soon itâs gonna be my turnâŠâ
{A dark red spotlight hits the stage, revealing April standing with her hands on hips.}
âNow I know⊠the Devilâs gonna come when the sun goes downâŠâ
{April makes her way down to the ring with Brooklyn following glaring daggers at where Dean is standing. April quickly climbing the ring steps and wiping her feet on the apron before stepping into the ring and walking with purpose to the middle of the ring, raising a hand into the air and clenching it into a fist as the house lights return to normal.}
Allison Valance: Last down to the ring, standing at 5â6ââ and weighing in at 141 pounds from Las Vegas⊠accompanied by Brooklyn MadroxâŠAPRIL MADROX!
Terri Morasco: April lost the match against Dean last week while dealing with what I assume is the Murder breaking up. I donât know if her head is in the game here.
Vasco Diaz: Sheâs got Brooklyn to keep her on theme tonight.
{April and Hayleigh circle each other in the ring, their eyes locked, while the crowd anxiously buzzes. From ringside, Brooklyn Madrox glares daggers at Dean Harper who simply smirks at her. April starts with a quick arm drag, pulling Hayleigh to the mat, only for Hayleigh to roll through, countering with a swift wrist lock. They grapple on the mat, each attempting to gain control, but April uses her agility to flip out of Hayleigh's hold, twisting behind her with a waist lock. Hayleigh counters with a sharp hip toss followed by a knee strike, backing April into the ropes.}
Terri Morasco: April made the first move but Hayleigh was ready for her.
Vasco Diaz: Hayleigh has been studying wrestling since she was a kid. Sheâs got to have some ring awareness.
{April throws out a few quick strikes, but Hayleigh sidesteps and counters with a thrust kick, catching April off guard and driving her back toward the ropes again. On the outside, Dean Harper nods approvingly at Hayleighâs technique, while Brooklyn stares at him with barely restrained animosity. She doesnât shout for April; instead, her focus is squarely on Dean, her fists clenched, waiting for any chance to make her presence felt.}
Terri Morasco: Hayleigh is not letting up here.
Vasco Diaz: But it wont matter much longer.
{April tries to rebound with a handspring backflip DDT, but Hayleigh expertly counters, slamming April to the mat with a snap dragon suplex. Dean smirks as Hayleigh smoothly transitions into a rear chin lock, maintaining control and keeping April grounded.}
Terri Morasco: Hayleigh is really showing her skills tonight.
Vasco Diaz: Suck up.
{Hayleigh continues to dominate, using her technical prowess to keep April in check. She transitions from one hold to another with precision, frustrating April as she struggles to escape. When April manages to break free, she attempts a springboard double foot stomp, but Hayleigh dodges at the last moment, retaliating with a stiff spinning back fist that sends April stumbling back. Dean shouts encouragement to Hayleigh as Brooklyn rolls her eyes, inching closer to him, âDoes she know what you do to people you consider âSisterâ?â Dean glances her way with a dark glare.}
Terri Morasco: Hayliegh is just dominating here.
Vasco Diaz: Sheâs got a lot of expectations on her. She better.
{April staggers and Hayleigh capitalizes, hitting her with a European uppercut that knocks her back into the corner. April shakes it off going and while attempting a handspring backflip tornado DDT. But Hayleigh counters, twisting April mid-air into a dragon screw leg whip, bringing April crashing down hard. As April writhes on the mat, Brooklyn shouts, âGet it together, April.â Hayleigh, focused on April, tries to keep up the pressure, aiming a basement dropkick at Aprilâs leg. April grimaces in pain, her knee buckling. Dean shouts, âStay on her, Hayleigh!â}
Terri Morasco: April has had a lot of damage done to that knee.
Vasco Diaz: itâs what Dean focused on. It makes sense for Hayleigh to follow up on it.
{Hayleigh locks in a figure-four headlock on April, further wearing her down. Brooklyn hops onto the ring apron but the ref is quick to turn and tell her to get back. With the referee distracted by the commotion, April seizes the moment and slams her elbow into Hayleighâs leg, breaking the hold. April scrambles to her feet, but Hayleigh quickly catches her with a dragon screw leg whip, halting her momentum and reasserting control.}
Terri Morasco: oh this could be bad.
Vasco Diaz: April get it together!
{Hayleigh remains relentless, working over April with precise, punishing moves. She lands a brutal knee strike to Aprilâs ribs and follows up with a Uranage backbreaker, causing April to cry out in pain. Dean looks on approvingly, nodding as Hayleigh maintains her focused assault. April attempts to rally, hitting a desperate enzuigiri that rocks Hayleigh momentarily, but Hayleigh responds with a powerful Tiger Driver â98!, planting April on the mat and going for the cover.
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Terri Morasco: Hayleigh almost had April there.
Vasco Diaz: Close only matters in horseshoes and hand granaides.
{As Hayleigh pulls April up, readying her for a Genocide Kick, Brooklyn jumps back onto the apron, screaming at Hayleigh, waving her arms to catch her attention. Hayleigh hesitates, distracted by Brooklynâs loud taunts. Dean, fed up, strides over and orders Brooklyn to step down, but she continues her interference, shouting insults at Hayleigh and Dean alike.
Seeing the opening, April capitalizes on the distraction, rolling Hayleigh up from behind in a surprise schoolgirl pin!}
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Allison Valance: Your winner and going to the World title Match at Survival of the FittestâŠApril Madrox!
Terri Morasco: Well looks like Brooklyn helped her sister get a shot at Charlotte and a chance to hit Shea back for the betrayal last week.
Vasco Diaz: You have to take the shots or else you miss.
{As Aprilâs hand is raised in victory, Hayleigh sits up, frustration written all over her face as she realizes what just happened. Dean, furious, turns his attention to Brooklyn, who smirks in satisfaction at costing Hayleigh the match. Without a word, Dean lunges, grabbing Brooklyn by the arm and pulling her down from the apron. Brooklyn tries to fight back, but Dean shoves her hard against the barricade, hand to her throat as if heâs going to choke-slam her into it. April, noticing the scuffle outside, rushes to her sisterâs defense, trying to step between Dean and Brooklyn. âDEAN STOP!â Hayleigh yells from inside the ring, which causes Deanâs eyes to shift to Hayleigh and take four steps back, releasing Brooklyn as April hauls her sister away.}
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SEGMENT
Participants: Bella Morte, Savage By Nature, Team Knight, Partners In Crime & Randon Hayes
Word Limit: 3500
Halloween Homecominâ: Bella Morte look to celebrate their favourite time of year in Abigailâs home state and reflect on their plans for the future, but they are successively interrupted by each of their opposing teams until a huge brawl breaks out. Unable to be controlled or contained by Sacrifice security or ring side personnel, Odyssey GM Randon Hayes is forced to intervene and make a blockbuster announcement for next week to satiate everybodyâs thirst for a fight.
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Vasco Dias: Up next, we are once again scheduled to hear from the reigning IWF World Tag Team Champions, Bella Morte. Iâm not convinced that it will go any better than the last time they were out here though.
Terri Morasco: Earlier in the night, we heard from Nick Knight that his partner headed into the huge four way Dual Escape Steel Cage Match scheduled for Survival of the Fittest will be none other than RAM. A most unexpected choice to be sure, but I donât think Nick Knight cares who exactly helps him stop Savage By Nature from regaining the World Tag Team Champions, as long as somebody does.
Vasco Dias: And with that announcement, we now know all four teams who will be competing at Survival of the Fittest. It will be the reigning and defending World Tag Team Champions, Bella Morte facing off against former Champions, Savage By Nature, The Partners in Crime and the unlikely tandem of RAM and Nick KnightâŠ
{A high pitched female scream causes the lights to flicker in the arena. As the rebellious yell seamlessly transitions to a soft chilling female laughter, the lights die completely. In the darkness a lone voice questions.
âNow I lay me down to sleep
Six feet down beneath concrete
If I should die before I wake
Did I make peace or a mistake?â
During this question, the entranceway fills with purple smoke. After the question, Abigail emerges from the coloured smoke alone, under a soft blue hue and to a mixed reaction. She has Eternityâs half of the World Tag Team Championships secured around her waist. The lyrics of âAfterlifeâ by Citizen Soldier accompany her walk down the ramp. She clenches her jaw before pausing in the middle of the ramp, dropping to her knees and looking heavenward. She flings her arms out either side of her, causing more purple smoke to fill the ramp before the lights go out again briefly.
When they return a few moments later, just after the chorus, Eternity is standing behind Abigail in her hat, veil and sleeveless black leather trench coat. Eternity has Abigailâs half of World Tag Team Championships draped around her neck, upside down. Abigail rises slowly, cracks her neck slightly and continues her journey down the ramp in the comforting shadow of death, alone no longer. Abigail walks up the steps, not to heaven, but into the ring, Eternity close behind.
With Eternity standing firm behind her still, Abigail drops to her knees and lets out a rebellious yell heavenward as she throws her head back, looking up at Eternity, who has her head bowed down towards Abigail, eyes closed. Eternity places a hand on each of Abigailâs shoulders before she opens her eyes again. The two women now share a quiet moment gazing into each otherâs soul. Abigail breathes heavily, whilst Eternity doesnât seem to breathe at all. The music slowly fades as the lights settle on a soft all encompassing purple.
Eternity takes her left hand off Abbyâs shoulder and retrieves a microphone from a pocket in her trench coat, which she passes into Abbyâs right hand. Abby flashes a smile up at her before looking dead ahead. She raises the microphone to speak, but the Texas crowd wonât let her, raucous in their support for the hometown hero, Abigail and her popular partner, Eternity. Abigailâs eyes glisten with tears, slightly overcome by the unexpected reaction.
She had finally returned to her home state as a Champion, and right now, she could soak in the moment and the atmosphere uninterrupted. There was even a sizeable âWelcome Homeâ chant from sections of the arena.
Eventually, after several moments, she was finally able to speak which she did so only after swallowing down the lump in her throat.}
Abigail: Wow, thank you. I mean it from the bottom of my heart, thank ya. I knew I was cominâ home tonight, but I never expected any of this. I never expected you guys ta care quite as much as you do. It means more than each of ya will ever possibly know, truly. Especially as for a not insignificant part of my early career, I was little more than a warm body ta fill a gap in a match. I was just a fairly dependable name management could bank on ta make the girl they really wanted ta push look like a million bucks. That all changed a few years ago though, when I not only won my first World Championship, but I did so in my backyard. My home. The great state of TexasâŠ
{This earns a pop from the crowd which makes Abigail smile from ear to ear, a vision of pure joy.}
Abigail: Four years ago, I couldnât fully enjoy my triumph as much as I wanted to though, because I felt honour bound to a dyinâ manâs last wish, or at least one of them. I have no such restraint on myself this time, I donât have ta put on a face, I can just be who I am - unapologetically anâ liberated. And as a free spirit, I make no apologies for fully embracing who I am here tonight. Iâm Southern anâ damn proud of that fact. Anâ honestly, the fact that I get ta be here with all yâall tonight ta celebrate that fact at my favourite time of the year, with the love of my life by my side ta boot, it makes a small town Southern gal who never had much growinâ up feel like all her Christmasses have come at once, ya know? And if yâall will indulge me just a little longer, I really wanna take a moment ta say how â
{Before Abigail can continue however, she is interrupted as the arena lights dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of anticipation. The crowd murmurs in excitement, their attention focused on the stage. The opening of "Teardrop" by Like A Storm begins, the didgeridoo and soft piano chords resonating through the arena. As the song builds, a single spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. A haze of smoke begins to rise, casting an ethereal glow. As the lyrics begin, Vivienne Daniels emerges from the smoke onto the stage first, a microphone in hand. As the smoke dissipates, Vivienne drops to one knee and lets out a fierce, primal scream. This invites her husband Cyrus out to stand behind her, his large looming presence is a protective shadow over her, in his simple MMA fight gear. She wears a dark, intricately designed leather jacket with angelic, yet dark and gothic, wing patterns embroidered on the back. Her hair cascades down her shoulders.}
Vasco Dias: Oh Thank the Lord, somebody else has heard enoughâŠ
Terri Morasco: Possibly the most hated couple in the company today are here, and they donât look like theyâre in any mood to indulge the whims of an overly sentimental Abigail here tonightâŠ
{Cyrus drapes a length of steel chain around his wifeâs neck, and pulls back until it tightens around her neck. Vivienne looks up at him and throws her arms up in surrender, and as she does, flames explode either side of the ramp way. After the pyros, Cyrus slackens the chain and commands his wife to rise to her feet as his equal. When she does so, he places the chain around his own neck and rewards her compliance with a passionate kiss, before grabbing her by the hand, firmly. The couple march, hand in hand, each step purposeful and deliberate, confident, and predatory. Cyrus takes control of the situation, taking the microphone from his wife to speak first.}
Cyrus Daniels: Oh come on! I thought you two bitches were supposed to be big goth badasses, not overly sentimental whiny emos. Youâre supposed ta be Champs, ya should be layinâ down the law anâ tellinâ everyone why ya hold all the gold ya do anâ how youâll do anythinâ ta fuckinâ keep it around your waist. My gorgeous wife tells me youâre the toughest of your family Abby. She tells me ya anâ your mentally challenged clown girlfriend can throw down with the best of them. But all Iâm hearing right now is some sweet sugary bullshit about how youâre so happy ta be here in the arse end of America with all these inbred hicks ya call your home state fans. I gotta say, I ainât fuckinâ impressed. Now I know my Kitten would never lie ta me, so I gotta figure that if I want a real fight outta you two, I have ta push buttons anâ provoke. Somethinâ I donât usually have a huge problem with personally, but my Princess anâ I are saving up for a new house back home in Aus, so Iâd really like ta avoid one of Veronaâs hefty fines, yâknow? Consider yaselves lucky.
{Vivienne leans over and speaks into the microphone her husband is holding.}
Vivienne Daniels: I also kinda feel like youâve already addressed the whole name change thing a couple times Abby. Donât you want to try something new maybe for a fresh talking point? Eternity I know usually has a lot to say. We donât catch it all, and we never will, but the last couple of times you two have been given airtime, sheâs been as silent as the grave. Why is that? You two are heading into the biggest title defense of your lives and yet only one of you has anything to say, thatâs very strange, even for EternityâŠ
{Abby offers Eternity the microphone and a chance to respond, but she just closes her eyes and shakes her head. Abby nods as if she understands and speaks again.}
Abigail: My beloved respects me enough ta let me have my moment in front of my fans uninterrupted anâ this is apparently a foreign concept ta ya, V? Why is that? Is it because your man keeps you on such a tight leash that ya know ya canât say or do anythinâ without his approval? I mean God, he donât even trust you ta hold your own mic anâ yet ya wanna question how we choose ta handle our affairs? And Cyrus, what can I possibly say about you that hasnât been said by everyone with a shred of common decency in this company. Youâre an antiquated dinosaur, a relic of a time best forgotten, but if ya wanna start shit with me, just bring it ya big bald headed bastard - I already owe ya a few receipts for how ya took out my entire family earlier in the year. Survival of the Fittest, Iâll make ya finally pay your debt with interest when me anâ my beloved take it straight outta your bigoted assâŠ
{Cyrus heartily laughs at the sudden fire and conviction in Abigailâs tone, not threatened or intimidated but certainly most amused by The Archangelâs bold promises.}
Cyrus Daniels: Is this Abbyâs volatile temper you told me about, Kitten?
{Vivienne nodded.}
Vivienne Daniels: Yeah.
Cyrus Daniels: Well, why donât we see if she can back up her words, Kitten?
Vivienne Daniels: Love toâŠ
{The Partners In Crime continue towards the ring, but are interrupted by the sound of Portia's voice over the microphone.}
Portia: Cyrus, before you step in that ring, you might want to ask yourself if you really trust Vivienne to have your back.
{The camera moves up to catch a shot of Portia, Stephen Terrella and the Black Widow standing high atop a set of stairs in the crowd.}
Portia: She already betrayed Brooklyn because things got too messy for poor little Viv, I guess.
{Portia's scornful eyes narrow as they take aim at Vivienne.}
Portia: Which was really, really stupid, honey. You turned your back on one of my best friends. Then, what, you think because you won a match you're going to walk into Survival of the Fittest and take what's ours? You've got to make it to Survival of the Fittest first, bitch.
{Terrella lifts his arm from his side, using it to slap a tire iron he has been holding in that hand against the palm of his other hand. Portia looks first to Stephen, then to the Black Widow. She looks back at Vivienne.}
Portia: And now, as far as I'm concerned, Stephen and the Black Widow can just bury you with the rest of them.
Vivienne Daniels: If you were such a best friend to Brooklyn why didnât you deal with Dean then? Why didnât you go handle it? She sat back and left the rest of us to handle his shit while she stewed and left us to die. Go fuck yourself. Iâm not scared of you or anyone else you work for.
{Portia says "Weâll see" off microphone. The Black Widow drags a fan out of his seat and tosses him aside, wanting the chair he had been sitting in. She folds it up and drags it down the stairs behind her as she makes her way down the steps with Terrella. Portia follows closely behind them both.}
{The crowd erupts as Nick Knight and RAM launch a direct assault on Savage By Nature. Portia scrambles to get herself out of the way as Nick, wielding a barbed wire wrapped 2x4, goes directly for Stephen. Terrella raises his tire iron overhead, only to be caught by a shot to the midsection with the end of the board by Knight. Widow dodges RAMâs incoming attack by side stepping and cracking him in the gut with the chair. As he doubled over in pain, she cracks RAM hard across the back with the chair a few times, flooring him whilst the crowd cheers for the chaos. Nick and Stephen are brawling in the crowd.
With RAM out of commission, Black Widow and Portia try to help Stephen get the better of Knight. Meanwhile Abigail makes a beeline for Cyrus, eager to enact several months of pent up frustration on the big bastard who ran through an entire gauntlet embarrassing her brothers in the lead up to the Roulette at High Stakes earlier in the year. This is her first chance at some real payback, but in spite of her best efforts, Cyrus being much bigger and stronger, easily side steps and grabs an incoming Abby by the waist, Release German Suplexing her. Vivienne meanwhile attempts to match power with Eternity. Both of the aforementioned women appear evenly matched in both size and strength. Eternity and Vivienne trade heavy shots, with Eternity getting the best of the exchange when she rotates for a Decapitation (Discus Clothesline) to take Vivienne off her feet.}
{With the Black Widow and Portia's help, Terrella has turned the tide against Knight. Terrella restrains Nick's arms while the Black Widow punches Knight in the face. Portia takes a turn striking Knight, slapping him across the face. Portia steps back. Terrella continues holding Knight's arms as the Black Widow looks to do more damage. RAM makes the save for his partner though before the Black Widow has the chance. Marshall charges Cvetkova, tackling her to the ground and hammering her with punches. Knight shakes himself loose just enough to throw a leg back, catching Terrella low.}
{Eternity then helps Abby to her feet, checking on her, making sure sheâs okay. Abby insists that she is and Bella Morte go after the Partners In Crime, Abby punt kicks a woozy Viv who is still shaking off Eternityâs clothesline, in the side of her head. Eternity chases after Cyrus into the ring. Cyrus tries to rock her with shots, even punching her so hard she bleeds from the lip. Eternity simply laughs it off and stands firm, absorbing the shots as if she was made of stone. Cyrus then grabs her around her throat and plants her with a big time one handed chokeslam.}
{Seeing this Abby rushes to Eternityâs aid, only to be caught in a Price Of Freedom by Cyrus. As he plants her and jumps back up to his feet, various security personnel, road agents and referees start to emerge and split into groups to try and deal with the chaos. Cyrus easily keeps any that rush him at bay with stiff punches and knees and a couple of chokeslams and a few F-5âs.}
{Up in the stands, Terrella and Knight continue to exchange punches with each other. RAM leads the Black Widow down a walkway in the seats before bouncing her skull off a doorway frame. The Black Widow shakes her head, almost deriving a bit of pleasure from the punishment. She reaches up, digging her fingers into RAM's eyes and pushing them deep into his sockets. Security and road agents start spilling out of the door. A few of them grab the Black Widow's arms, trying to pry her off RAM. Some of the security race past that scene and over to where Knight and Terrella are fighting, looking to break that up.}
{Knight turns around and decks the first security team member to reach him. A second man goes down at Knight's hands as a third heads for him. Terrella knocks Knight into the guy, trying to take advantage. Fifty feet away, the security members finally drag the Black Widow off of RAM. Marshall takes a moment to try to regain his sight before lunging onto the Black Widow and the security holding her, toppling the entire pile.}
{Thunder Sid, Mr. Happy and Warren Suffering are sent down the ramp to try to help the security team members stop Cyrus. Vivienne comes to Cyrus' aid, wiping out Mr. Happy with a spin kick. Cyrus lifts Thunder Syd up and dishes out an F5 to him. Abigail and Eternity start fighting through a sea of humanity trying to stand between them and the Partners in Crime, dispatching of security and Warren Suffering with fists and feet.}
Randon Haynes: Enough. Enough. Enough.
{Randon Haynes comes casually sauntering out of the back with a microphone in hand.}
Randon Haynes: : As much as I'm enjoying watching the eight of you wreck Jennie's show, it has given me a great idea. If you want to kill each other, I'll let you!
{The crowd pops.}
Randon Haynes: Only it won't be here, tonight, in Fort Worth. This city truly disgusts me.
{The crowd boos.}
Randon Haynes: No, next week, on Odyssey -on my show- it'll be Bella Morte teaming up with Savage By Nature; taking on the team of Knight, RAM and the Partners in Crime in an eight person tag match!
{The chaos seems to settle some as everyone involved seems to be processing the announcement.}
Terri Morasco: What a blockbuster announcement for Odyssey, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: How are either of those teams going to coexist though, Morasco?! I wouldn't want to be the official for that match!
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MAIN EVENT
THREE WAY TRIOS MATCH
Maximum Word Limit: 4500 (1500 Individual, 3000 or 4500 combined)
The Rejects & Caleb Cannin vs Team Diversity Hire vs Bueno Club
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{ The house lights dim slightly as the words âOLĂâ appear on the screen. The fans begin chanting along with the music as El GrandĂ© Malo bursts out from behind the curtain. He stomps his way out to the center of the stage, bouncing up and down in time with the music. El Negro Muerte glides through the curtain, his cape drawn around him as he makes his way to the center of the stage looking menacingly out at the crowd. Uno hops up and down pointing into the air and quickly stomps down to the ring. He hops up and down pointing into the air and quickly begins jogging down toward the ring, slapping the outstretched hands along the way, before sliding into the ring and heading for the nearest corner. Muerte stalks his way down to the ring, hissing at the fans and their outstretched hands. He scales the turnbuckles and continues to hype up the chanting crowd before dropping down and pulling on the nearby top rope, stretching while waiting for the match to begin. He pauses at the bottom of the steel steps before quickly scaling them and throwing back his cape and dashing into the ring where he slinks into the near corner and glares at everyone around him. He scales the turnbuckles and stares out at the chanting crowd before dropping down and pulling on the nearby top rope, stretching while waiting for the match to begin. }
Vasco Dias: And hereâs Bueno Club, first ones into the ring!
Terri Morasco: This is going to be a crazy match, though!
{ The lights go down as a low mist begins to emanate from the entrance ramp. A muted guitar riff plays as Caleb Cannin, clad in his hooded jacket, emerges out of the darkness. A white spotlight illuminates him from behind, showing nothing but a dark figure. The guitar, now with added drums, starts to pick up as he crouches low⊠}
"SICK!"
{ Lights come back up as Cannin stands up suddenly, whipping the hood off in the process. The camera closes in on a stone-faced Caleb before he begins his stroll down the entrance ramp. }
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 219 pounds... CALEB CANNIN!
{ âS!CKâ by The Warning continues to play as Cannin slowly makes his way to the ring. Once heâs at the ring steps, he takes off his jacket and looks at the crowd, then at a ringside attendant. He simply drops the jacket on the floor for the attendant to pick up. Then, he enters the ring and crouches down in a corner, a cold look within his eyes. }
Vasco Dias: Caleb Cannin is here and just set on action!
{ âOoh La Laâ by Run the Jewels begins playing and The Rejects emerge, Allen Chaney casually bobbing his head to the song while Ollie is more full-on dance/strutting his way to the ring but is still careful with his pet carrier containing their manager Rocky. Ollie sets Rocky at the commentary table as Allen climbs into the ring, Ollie quickly hops onto the apron and leapfrogs over Allen as Allen bends down only to land in a killer three point pose just as Allen rises back up to release something more akin to a roar than a shout. Ollie and Allen head to their corner and share a fist bump. }
Terri Morasco: And hereâs the Joker in the Pack and Ollie Maverick here for the main event!
Vasco Dias: Are we certain that that raccoon doesnât have rabies?!
Terri Morasco: You will address Rocky properly or not at all!
{The opening hook of "Blood//Water - Grandson" blares from the PA as Jack Ferriman, Nate Harris and Pax Stormcrow walk onto the ramp with Justine Harris with fairy wings and a crown on as she skips down the ramp in front of them. On the 'Tron there is the TEAM DIVERSITY HIRE logo as well as showing links to instagram, youtube, spotify and their personal merch store. Justine waves happily to the crowd as each of the members stops to shake hands and fist bump the crowd before getting intot the ring with Nate lifting the young Justine into the ring. Each of them pose a moment before exiting the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Team Diversity Hire is here! The world champion, the gladiator champion, and Jack Ferrimanâ
Vasco Dias: Well damn. Make him sound like he doesnât matter.
Terri Morasco: Itâs just⊠theyâre title holders!
Vasco Dias: And what is he?!
Terri Morasco: Not a title holder! YET!
{ The match starts with Ollie Maverick and Nate Harris circling the center of the ring â they hesitate in starting with both Allen Chaney and Pax Stormcrow leaning heavily against their ropes, itching to have a fight with one another with Allen as the Joker in the Pack and Pax as the reigning world champion⊠Malo holds his hand out from his corner wanting to get into the match for a better chance of his team drawing the victory.
Ollie and Nate glance at him before finally clinching in the center of the ring! Ollie and Nate are in the collar-and-elbow lock, but Ollie is able to quickly break free and deliver a swift kick to Nateâs legâŠNateâs knee buckles from the kick, and the crowd amps up a bit while Ollie continues to fire with the kicks, but is quickly drawn in and then sailed over with a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! Ollie rolls through, in some considerable pain, as Nate is getting fired upâŠbut too close to the Bueno Club ropes, and Malo is able to successfully tag himself in! }
Vasco Dias: Bueno Club is in the mix now! Nate Harris needs to be a little more aware of his surroundings!
Terri Morasco: This is going to be some chaos as each team knows they need to be legal to be able to win, so I imagine thatâs not going to be the first time we see that happen during this match.
{ Malo enters the ring, waving goodbye to Nate Harris, and turns right around into an oncoming clothesline from Ollie! MALO DUCKS! Ollie commits to a handspring and comes back with a flying elbow that takes Malo to the mat, and both men are quick to get to their feet, but Ollie controls Malo into The Rejects and Cannin corner, where he goes in and makes the tag to Allen â Allen is in the ring and goes right into a single SMOOTH ELBOW! The elbow knocks Malo back into the corner, and Allen tags in Cannin; Cannin is in the ring and starts stomping against Malo as Malo tries to defend himself but sinks into the corner! Tag to Ollie! Ollie rushes to the far corner where Team Diversity Hire is eager to get back into the match, but Ollie stops on his heel and pivots before charging in and a running dropkick into Malo in the corner! }
Terri Morasco: Caleb Cannin and the Rejects are working quite well together, and theyâve singled out Malo!
Vasco Dias: Iâm pretty surprised by it, actually.
{ Ollie pulls Malo out from the corner, and goes for a swift cover. }
ONE!
TWO!
MALO KICKS OUT!
{ Both teams on the corner are ready to charge in to break up the cover, but no needâŠOllie controls Malo back to a seated position, reaching for a tag to Allen, and Allen takes it â Allen pulls Malo up, and sends him to the ropes, but Malo hooks the ropes and dives for a tag! TO PAX STORMCROW! Pax gets into the ring, and Allen Chaney is all smiles as is Pax as they go toe to toe in the center of the ring â the amateur wrestler and former Olympian goes for a waist lock, but Allen Chaney is there with a series of pummels and the world champion has no choice but to brawl with the Joker in the Pack! They exchange shots all the while getting the crowd on their feet, and battle into the one neutral cornerâŠ
On the outside of the ring, Bueno Club is tending to Malo ensuring that heâs okay after the beating that he took.
Pax locks Allen in for a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX! But he eats a bell clap from The Comedian, and immediately follows with a headbutt! Allen gets Pax onto his shoulders immediately after for the GTB! But he starts eating elbows from Pax, and Pax is able to get out of the predicament. The two go back to brawling, and exchange an Irish whip with one another â Black Death is able to tag himself in off of Pax, but on the other side, Jack Ferriman tags himself back in off of Allen!
The match continues for several minutes with Team Diversity Hire and Bueno Club trading off of each other, both teams appear determined to not let The Rejects and Caleb Cannin back into the match â for the exception of Pax who wants to continue the battle that he had with Allen. Nate Harris, now the legal man, is able to counter El Negro Muerte with BAD IDEA! And he goes for the cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
The Rejects break it up!
Terri Morasco: Itâs been a couple minutes since The Rejects and Caleb Cannin have been able to get into the ring, and you have to imagine that theyâre itching for it.
Vasco Dias: But they should really just take it for what it isâŠa break! Theyâre remaining fresh, while Team Diversity Hire and Bueno Club are wearing themselves down! Itâs a wise strategy, Terri.
Terri Morasco: I donât think neither Allen nor Ollie are excited to be bystanders.
{ The referee is trying to regain control, but loses all control while trying to get The Rejects and Caleb back to their corner! BUENO CLUB are the first to enter the ring, looking to assault Nate Harris, but Pax and Jack Ferriman are quick to enter the ring and save their teammate â with the referee now working on getting them all out of the ring, The Rejects and Caleb Cannin charge forward and the the whole fight turns into a full brawl! Theyâre swinging at whatever they can! A pair of SMOOTH ELBOWS from Allen Chaney seems to knock them back, but heâs hitting whoever is on the opposing teams as he can, he doesnât care whether itâs Bueno Club or Team Diversity Hire! Pax answers back against The Rejects with an impressive display of BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEXES to Caleb and then to Ollie, before meeting back with Allen where the two are taken to the outside of the ring with a CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!
All of the combatants feeling the effects of the brawl, though, as Ollie stumbles back into his legal corner⊠Team Diversity Hire is able to take El Grande Uno with a SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Uno rolls out of the ring. The legal men remain as Nate Harris and El Negro Muerte⊠Caleb Cannin rushes forward and connects with a huge crossbody that sends him and Jack Ferriman tumbling over the top rope and to the outside, landing atop Pax and Allen! Nate Harris keeps his focus on Muerte for the STFU! BUT MUERTE LANDS BEHIND HIM AT THE SUPLEX! }
{ Muerte shoves Nate forward, and Ollie TAGS HIMSELF IN!
Nate rebounds off of the ropes, and is stopped by the referee from attacking as heâs not the legal man â Nate looks confused, and Ollie leaps over Nate Harris to connect with FACE ERASER onto Muerte! Ollie springs to his feet while the referee is still tangled with Nate, and sends him back and over the top rope with a clothesline before quickly diving in for the cover! Nate lands hard on his legs, his knee buckling on the landing, and he tries to get back into the ring to make the save! }
ONE!
TWO!
{ NATE IS THERE! }
THREE!
{ BUT TOO LATE! }
DING! DING! DING!
{ Nate collides with Ollie after the bell sounds, and is frustrated that he couldnât make the save⊠}
Terri Morasco: What a contest! The back and forth action between the three teams, but Ollie Maverick seals the victory for his team! I donât think everyone else has realized the match is over!
{ Security is there trying to separate people on the outside as âOoh La Laâ is playing over the PA! }
Well howdy there pardner.