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Post by Nikki Michaels on Jun 3, 2014 4:47:32 GMT
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SEGMENT
"State of IWF Address"
---------------------------------------------------------- { The opening promo video for IWF Sacrifice begins to face as “ Foo In Paradise” by Clawfinger continues to blast out in the arena as fireworks begin to explode from the stage which resonate around the packed O2 Arena in London on our first leg of the UK tour. As the official Sacrifice theme song begins to fade the camera pans around the crowd who are on their feet roaring as they are ready for the start of the first ever IWF show.. }Terri Morasco: Welcome everyone to another edition of Monday Night Sacrifice as we welcome in a new dawn in the history of this great company. Vasco Dias: One headed, against all the odds, by Roberto Verona. I still can’t get over the fact that Angel picked him over Simon and we’re still waiting for an explanation. Terri Morasco: Perhaps we may get one here, though if I know Verona as well as I think I do, he’s not one to share secrets… { The camera fades away from ringside as we join Roberto Verona stood in the middle of the ring behind a podium as the crowd gently begin to settle down from the excitement of the fireworks display. Composing himself he leans forwards, ready to speak into the small microphone which protrudes from the podium. }Roberto Verona: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honour to stand before you here tonight. We have been in a start of limbo for the majority of 2014 and last week, this finally ended. All week people have begged me for answers, demanded the truth behind the decision of sociopathic megalomaniac. Yet, they look beyond what truly matters, the simple fact that I, Roberto Verona, am able to stand before you tonight an announce to the world how this company will move forward. { Roberto pauses momentarily. }Roberto Verona: This company has always been based around nurturing talent and truly aiding them in their development from rookies to icons. It has been ingrained in our beliefs since day on and it is with pride that I am able to announce the formation of an official IWF Development Division whose sole aim will be to develop talent and help them become the best they can be. The roster will be official split between the main roster and our new development roster. Make no mistake, this is no slight on anybody here, nor is a step beneath, but a proving ground for new wrestler’s and old alike to hone their skills, to improve and to show the world they are ready to make the step up to the top of the food chain. { Verona reaches for his glass of water and takes a sip before continuing. )
Roberto Verona: What will entail precisely, I hear you ask? The development division will now replace Thursday Night Battleground with a unique show of their very own, as well as competing each week here on Monday Night Sacrifice. The division will have two belts, available on to those within it as a means of proving their capabilities as champions and to give them valuable experience of what it is to be one. We will have one new men’s championship whilst the Ruby Championship now become what it was always envisaged to be; a stepping stone to the Diamond’s Champion, a true honour to hold with genuine prestige, not just a trinket to be looked upon with scorn.
{ Verona clears his throat as his continues. {
Roberto Verona: I want to make it clear to everybody here today, that this split is by now means a slight at anybody. To be in this new division is not a reflection of your abilities at present, but rather your potential in the future. It is designed to help you grow, to teach you what it takes to put men like Spike Kane, Angel, Xavier Cross, Alex Jones, the Ace… myself...
{ Verona grins. }
Roberto Verona: … on our backs. This split is designed to create stars of the future, to allow them to enjoy personal successes rather than being pawns to the bigger players, stunting their momentum. To encourage growth, personal development and to hone their skills to allow them to achieve in the future, to be our Imperial Champions and icons further down the line. I am aware that this will start small, but in time it shall grow and we will be able to help our stars be the best they can be, before giving them that platform upon which they may succeed. The future of this company is bright, and it is a journey I hope you will all join me on.
{ Verona flips over a page as he continues. }
Roberto Verona: For months, despite the best efforts of two valiant champions the tag team division has festered and rotted away. Every time a team has stood up to be counted they have slithered away to lick their wounds and never return in defeat. With that in mind, effective immediately, the IWF Tag Team Championships will cease to exist, along with the proposed notion of a three person division. At Night of the Immortals I was privileged enough to induct Spike Kane and Jessica Reed into the Hall of Fame, a symbol of the equality of the sexes under this administration.
{ The crowd offer a mixed reaction, boos for Kane, cheers for Reed. }
Roberto Verona: Both our Imperial and Diamond’s champions have stood side by side equally, so it has been since the day we opened our doors and so it shall be until the day they are regretfully slammed shut. Today I am proud to announce the introduction of the IWF Intergender Tag Team Champions, in recognition and celebration of that equality. From this moment onwards I welcome the applications of mix tag teams from within our rosters, and without. In two months’ time we shall crown our first champions, now is your opportunity to announce your intention to placed in contention for those belts.
{ The crowd respond warmly as Roberto continues. )
Roberto Verona: I’ve always stood by the fact that in the world of wrestling, you can never stand still. Tradition is something that fans look back on with nostalgia tinted glasses, where the mediocre becomes legend, the truly exceptional stars become “second rate” and the decisions of companies are picked apart by the hindsight police. For the past six months, this company has been forced to stand still in a perpetual cycle of one-upmanship, idea after idea, change for the sake of spite, constant arguments and repeated disillusion.
{ Verona slams his fist down on the podium with determination. }
Roberto Verona: This stops now. A week ago, at the biggest night of the year, a decision was made. I am now in complete control of all in ring affairs in this company…
{ The crowd pops as Verona holds up a hand. }
Roberto Verona: IWF will return to the ethos it was originally founded on; fairness, equal opportunity and rewards for those who work hard in all aspects, not just their contacts. If you put in the work, consistently, you will be showered with riches beyond your wildest dreams, if you’re just here for a paycheck and to massage your own ego, there’s the door and it’ll be my foot up your ass kicking you out of it.
{ Verona throws out an arm, gesturing towards a metaphorical door. }
Roberto Verona: If you want something, it’s time you followed the example set by the luminaries of this business and took it for yourself. No more bitching about what you believe you’re owed and no more demands for rewards when your actions haven’t justified them. It’s time for this roster to put up, or shut up. You want success, grasp it by the horns and take it, don’t stand around waiting for it to be handed to you on a silver platter. Use your feelings of bitterness over other’s successes to fuel you to surpass anything they ever achieved, instead of wallowing in self-pity. You are the masters of your own destiny. When I said I would crumble an Empire and ascend it’s throne and rebuild it in my image, nobody believed me, they called it a cheap gimmick. Four years on and I stand here before you today, live on television all over the world as the COO of a major wrestling promotion.
{ The crowd cheers. }
Roberto Verona: Never listen to “you will never” or “you can’t”, they are just words, the feeble utterings of a fearful chorus who do not wish to share their bounty. Embrace these changes, exploit them to make yourself an icon and make people stand up and listen to your voices. The future is yours, make of it what you will!
{ Roberto stands up straight as his music begins the play. He stares into the camera for a moment as IWF slowly slips into a commercial break. }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"It's Sunny time all the time!"
---------------------------------------------------------- {We cut to backstage, where the single guard standing outside the development locker room can be heard chuckling loudly. His face breaks out into a huge grin as a bright pink sock puppet passes him a cookie 'mouth-to-hand'. He then nods slowly and steps to one side, swinging the door open.
The jingling of bells preceeds the camera panning out to show Sunshine Sparkles, dressed in a white shirt with 'W for WELCOME!' printed across the bust... She is pushing what appears to have once been a wheelbarrow, only now it has been painted bright pink and hand decorated with glitter and star foil cut outs.
A banner affixed to the front of the... cart.... Says "WELCOME WAGON" in large decorated glittery letters, the 'wagon' is filled with balloons, cookies, Water Bottles, Sparklers, IWF merch and HUGE bags of cotton candy! AS Sunny pushes the wagon forward she accidentally rams it right intonew IWF Superstar Kyle Mason!}Sunshine Sparkles: Whoops! Look out! Welcome Wagon coming through!! {Mason turns and cocks a brow as he regards Sunny, who bounds towards him and without warning throws her hands around his shoulders, pulling him into and then locking in a large, rather tight squeezing hug.. After a few seconds of Mason looking rather awkward, Sunny steps back, slapping a large glittered 'W' in his hand.}Sunshine Sparkles: That's a hug and a W for Welcome! Kyle Mason: Uh... What? Sunshine Sparkles: WELCOME! I am the Official *coughselfaapointedcough* IWF Welcome Wagon! {Sunny begins unloading some of the contents and dumping it into the arms of Mason, loading him up with cookies and treats and cotton candy and merch, topping it off by settling a "LeRoux Enterprises" hat on his head... She looks thoughtful for a moment and then smiles...}Sunshine Sparkles: PERFECT! Kyle Mason: What the...hmmm... {Mason bend over a bit to watch Sunshine skip away.}Kyle Mason: Definitely a strong 7 or 8. Damn...where the Hell I'm I gonna put all this shit. Yo...Sparkles or whatever...hold up!!! {Carefully Mason attempts to run after Sunshine without dropping the precious cargo she has just unloaded on him.}----------------------------------------------------------
BATTLE ROYAL [/font] Biceps Charles vs Kyle Mason vs RD Luck vs John Tolly
---------------------------------------------------------- Vasco Dias: And we’re back with our first match about to be under way, a four man over the top rope battle royal. Terri Morasco: Two them are making their in ring debut for IWF, Kyle Mason and RD Luck! Vasco Dias: And their first opponents will be Biceps Charles and John Tolly! { All four men are in the ring, one in each corner when the referee calls for the bell. Tolly sprints across the ring and crashes right into Mason, Luck and Biceps meet up in the center of the ring with some right hands. }Vasco Dias: Look at these four up and comers go! Terri Morasco: We’ve got a possible glimpse at future Imperial Champions. { Tolly clothes lines Mason over the top rope and onto the apron, Mason stands up and blocks an elbow shoot and fires off a wicked European upper cut that sends Tolly rocketing backwards. Luck crashes into the turn buckles and Biceps charges in with a shoulder block right into his midsection. Biceps wraps his hands around his waist and takes Luck over with a northern lights suplex. Mason steps back into the ring and blocks another elbow and connects with a punt to the gut and drives his knee into the face of Tolly. Mason runs in behind Biceps and clubs him over the back and grabs him around the waist and drills him into the mat with a waist lock take down. }Vasco Dias: Kyle Mason looks incredibly impressive. Terri Morasco: He’s a student of mma and strong style, he’s gonna be a force here in IWF. { Luck is up to his feet and catches Mason off guard with a standing drop kick to the back of his head. Biceps is up and swings for Luck who ducks it and gets around him and hits a standard 80’s style Mike Rotunda hip toss! Luck is pumped and the crowd is firmly behind him as Tolly drills him in the back and takes him down with a swinging neck breaker! }Vasco Dias: Is it just me or does RD Luck remind you of anyone? Terri Morasco: Like who? Vasco Dias: A somewhat flamboyant yet incredibly insulting former tag team champion? Terri Morasco: Hmmm… { Tolly locks horns with Mason but Mason quickly presses him into the corner and starts to drill him with some hard right hands to the mid section. Tolly hits a desperation head butt and runs out of the corner grabbing Mason with a bull dog! Tolly is right up but Biceps comes from the side and takes him down with a massive clothes line. Biceps turns and shows off the goods. }Vasco Dias: He do anything for you Terri? Terri Morasco: Seriously? { Biceps turns his attention back to his opponents RD Luck and Kyle Mason who connect with a double clothes line that sends him out onto the apron. Biceps tries to get to his feet but Mason hits two punches, a spinning back fist and drills him with a hard elbow capping off the Violent Party combo and sending Biceps flying off the apron to the arena floor. }Vasco Dias: And Biceps Charles has been eliminated! Terri Morasco: Well he put up a good fight. { Mason turns right to Luck who hits the Fist Full of luck spinning backfist! Mason staggers and Tolly hits him across the back of the head with a big time clothes line that sends Mason face down onto the mat. RD charges Tolly but Tolly catches him and hits a big Russian leg sweep! Tolly is to his feet and bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across the head of Luck! Tolly pulls him up to his feet and throws him into the ropes! }Vasco Dias: John Tolly is on top of his game tonight! { Tolly runs in but Luck drops a shoulder and back drops Tolly over the top rope and onto the apron. Luck turns and Tolly jabs him in the throat and goes to use the ropes to sunset flip himself back into the ring but Mason comes out of no where with a thunderous elbow shot that sends Tolly tumbling through the air and onto the arena floor! }Vasco Dias: What a shot by Kyle Mason! Terri Morasco: This guy seems to be the real deal. Vasco Dias: He’s definitely turning some heads. { Mason fires off a quick elbow into the side of Luck’s head and spins around with a discus lariat! Luck tries to get right up but Mason punts him hard in the gut and sends him into the ropes. Luck comes back with a forearm shot and a quick hip toss! Mason gets right to his feet and catches Luck with a heel kick and a back fist. Luck is stunned and Mason comes up from behind and clubs him over the back of the head! }Vasco Dias: Mason is vicious! { Mason pulls Luck up to his feet but Luck throws his arms away and hits a right hand. Luck falls back into the ropes and looks for a clothes line but Mason hits an arm drag take down instead! RD is right up and Mason hits a hard forearm shiver to the side of the head and then another. Mason pushes Luck back into the corner and hits three rapid toe kicks to the mid section. Mason rams him with another elbow and then sends RD out of the corner with a short arm clothes line. }Terri Morasco: Kyle Mason is physically dominating RD Luck right now. Vasco Dias: The rest of the roster better be paying attention! { Mason pulls Luck up and kicks him in the gut, Luck bends over and Mason completes the Sunday, Bloody Sunday combo with a clothes line to the back of the skull. He pulls Luck up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Mason hits a big time clothes line that sends Luck out onto the apron but he sticks the landing! Mason has his back turned, Luck grips the top rope and uses it to sling shot himself back into the ring with a flying shoulder block to the back of Mason! Luck is up and he looks pumped as Mason starts to get to his feet, Luck charges in and grabs him for the Lucky Cutter BUT MASON LIFTS HIM UP AND TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!!! }Vasco Dias: KYLE MASON HAS DONE IT! Kyle Mason has won his debut match here in IWF and defeated three other new comers in this over the top rope battle royal! Terri Morasco: And he looked absolutely awesome out there, surprisingly dominate considering his relative size. { Kyle Mason stands tall in the center of the ring as the referee raises his hand. }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"A call from home"
---------------------------------------------------------- {Caleb White is sitting backstage in the locker room, lacing his boots. He is quiet, his face solemn as he focuses for his upcoming match this evening. The silence in the room is suddenly punctured with a ringing sound – pulling his phone from his pocket, Caleb smiles to see the Video Call icon flashing above the word ‘home’.
Caleb accepts the call, holding the phone with an outstretched hand and a smile on his face... Suddenly all colour drains from his face as he stares, slack-jawed at the image on the screen, it takes him a few moments to find his words.
On the screen is indeed Caleb’s wife Jaci, but nestled beside her, a quiet smile on her lips is Alice Pleasant. Alice’s milky white hand is slowly and repeatedly stroking Jaci’s well groomed hair down the side of her face, as she does this, she hums gently under her breath.
There is a plaintive calm about Alice as she strokes Jaci over and over; Jaci herself appears to be practically frozen with fear. Alice’s other hands dances, barely touching, over her stomach, which is yet to start to swell.}Caleb: Jaci...? {Jaci moves to respond but is cut off by a loud, high pitched giggle as Alice’s hand slides from her hair and she presses her index fingers over Jaci’s lips, making a distinct ‘Shushing’ sound. Jaci whimpers slightly but she does not speak.
Alice then turns to finally pay attention to the call, she smiles down the lens, humming a little louder now, so we can recognise the song – hush little baby – Alice smiles slowly as she leans in towards the screen and we can barely see Jaci at all now...}Alice: Caleb.... The grave white knight who knows not what he protects... I wanted to thank you for your concern, your words... Your wax poetic... Protect the one you love... You try... And I wanted to thank you... {Alice appears to be genuinely smiling. She leans back and moves a little closer to Jaci, her lips just brush the older woman’s cheek, barely making contact. During this entire exchange, it is apparent Caleb is doing his utmost to not rise or respond, he simply breathes heavily, anger growing...
Suddenly Alice’s hand flashes in front of the screen and she strikes, back handing Jaci hard across the face. The impact is heavy enough to knock the woman from her chair, she hits the floor with a soft thud and Alice spins in the chair, placing her boot on the side of Jaci’s face.
She doesn’t kick, or stamp, she simply holds her there, measured and calm, showing Caleb exactly what position she has his wife in, before she turns the camera back to her.}Alice: I wanted to thank you... But then you hurt the thing I love... {A small noise is heard followed by the camera phone flashing back to Jaci on the floor, she is squirming slightly as Alice applies just a little pressure, pinning her in place.
Caleb begins to lose his cool, he starts yelling and screaming down the phone... Alice makes that quiet “Shushing” noise again and applies a little more pressure still – this time Jaci cries out, begging for it to stop, and Caleb turns silent.
As soon as the yelling stops, Alice relieves the pressure on Jaci’s face a little and Jaci falls silent to... Alice then turns the phone back to herself, she peers narrowing her eyes slightly as if trying to get a closer look at Caleb through the phone.}Alice: So I am hurting the thing that you love... You understand now, Mr. Lawman, how this works?... He hurts.... SHE HURTS! {There is a crashing sound followed by a scream which is cut off almost immediately as the call is disconnected... Caleb begins yelling at the now useless, ended call, before desperately beginning to attempt a call-back, as we fade out to a commercial break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Desiree St James vs Amber Richards
---------------------------------------------------------- {The music begins, and Desiree bounces out from behind the curtain, dropping to her knees at the top of the ramp. Ayla follows here, standing behind her , arms extended. The music kicks in full blast and Desi pops to her feet. The two embrace and look toward the camera for dramatic effect, then start down the ramp and sliding into the ring. Desiree steps up onto the second rope and leans over it, her eyes glancing over the crowd. Ayla steps up behind her, and grabs hold of her hair, pulling her back against her own body, whispering into her ear. Ayla then slips out of the ring to lurk ringside while Desiree gets ready to wrestle.}Vasco Dias: I still don't get the relationship between these two... Terri Morasco: They act as each others therapists I believe Vasco Dias: So wait..they're both nuts and they are helping each other..... Terri Morasco: Yes..... {"Again" by Flyleaf slowly comes on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out. As the song explodes after the first verse Amber makes her way out her black hair flowing down as she throws her head back and lets out a laugh. Amber makes her way down to the ring, she runs and slides on her knee across the apron before resting her body against the ropes as the music fades out}Vasco Dias: Amber and Jess's match at Night of the immortals was probably my favorite match o the card Terri... Terri Morasco: Mine to Vasco. Amber came up short but what happened after was amazing... Vasco Dias: I wonder if Amber can bounce back here tonight... {The bell rings and Amber walks out with her hand offered to Desiree. Desiree looks at Amber with an eyebrow up and looks over at Ayla who stays silent and doesn't move. Desiree moves forward and offers her hand back, as she comes in looking like she's about to take it Desiree throws her hand up and slaps Amber across the face. Amber scoffs and shakes her head turning back to a laughing Desiree. Amber goes after her but Desiree backs up and hooks her leg around the bottom rope. The referee steps in and tells Amber to back off.}Terri Morasco: Wow Desiree playing mind games trying to get into Amber's head Vasco Dias: She's trying to make Amber angry {Amber steps back and calls Desiree out, they lock up and Amber pulls Desiree into a side headlock, Desiree slams her forearm into Ambers ribs over and over again before shoving Amber into the ropes, Amber comes back into a shoulder block from Desiree. Desiree runs side ways, Amber rolls under and then kips up before turning and leapfrogging Desiree, Amber goes for another leapfrog but Desiree catches Amber and slams the taller girl straight onto her back with a nasty spinebuster. Desiree goes for the pin 1....2...Amber kicks out.
Desiree pulls Amber up by the hair then steps forward yanking Amber down by her long black hair to the ground with a hair slam, desiree then slams Amber's head into the mat repeatedly by the hair and then lays in a few hard rights while yanking her head around. Desiree pulls Amber up and buries in a knee before grabbing Ambers head and hitting the kickout ddt}Terri Morasco: Ambers head just bounced off the mat. Vasco Dias: That looked painful.... {Desiree slides over and talks to Ayla, Amber starts to pull herself up and Desiree measures Amber, she runs in going for a clothesline. Amber ducks and knee's Desiree in the stomach and hits a snap suplex, she rolls her hips and gets back to her feet, she grabs Desiree's arm and spins out of it before whipping Desiree into the ropes, Desiree comes back right into a hiptoss, Amber catches Desiree by the head and drops down into a neckbreaker. Amber goes for the pin 1.....2...Desiree kicks out. Amber gets to her feet and calls for Desiree to get up for a spear. Ayla gets onto the apron and Amber runs kicking Ayla off the apron, Desiree comes from behind and rolls Amber up 1....2....Amber kicks out}Vasco Dias: That was a close nearfall..Desiree snuck in quick {Amber blocks a right hand and hits one of her own, Desiree stumbles back and Amber leaps forward with a spear. She pins 1....2...Desiree kicks out again.}Terri Morasco: Desiree kicks out! {Amber pulls Desiree up and goes for the package piledriver, Desiree drops down and rolls away to her feet she kicks Amber in the stomach before leaping up with the cuttroat, Desiree pins again 1.....2....Amber kicks out. Desiree calls for amber to get up, as she goes she grabs Amber for the spinning fisherman suplex, Amber hits Desiree in the stomach, turns her back on Desiree and rolls forward grabbing Desiree's leg locking in her ankle lock!, Desiree reaches for the ropes but can't get there and has no choice but to tap! }
Vasco Dias: And that display is just a taste of things to come, with the first Heiress To The Throne matches kicking off next week..Terri Morasco: I wonder which of our Diamonds will be taking part...?{"What Have You Done" Within Temptation hits the speakers... For a moment the crowd his hushed with expectation, but then rises with a mixed chorus of chants and Boos as Ashley Mastrangelo steps out onto the stage!
Shaking her dark hair back from her face she smiles, half clapping the two in the ring, she leans off to one side and runs her tongue across her bottom lip thoughtfully before raising the mic clasped in her right hand.}
Ashley Mastrangelo: Those of you listening earlier tonight will have heard Roberto Verona address the entire roster, advising us to go out and get what we want... Well, this is the first step on that road... Amber... Desiree... And everyone listening in the back - this is your warning... Ashley Mastrangelo is back!{Again the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Ashley laughs slightly, she stares down at the two women inside the ring and cocks a brow.}Ashley Mastrengelo: And I am back, to take my place, as Heiress To The Throne!{"What Have You Done" Within Temptation hits again and Ashley drops the mic to her side, placing both hands on her hips she tilts her head back slowly, a small, gratified smirk on her lips as we cut to a commercial break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"A Sunny Day"
---------------------------------------------------------- {We cut backstage to find Alex Jones stopping off at the catering table looking over the food. He stops and slowly turns to find Sunshine Sparkles with Sally on her hand smiling at Alex.}Alex: Uh...Hi.... {Sunny waves with a huge grin on her face}Alex: Can I...help you?.... {Sunny jumps up suddenly and wraps her arms around Alex}Sunny: SURPRISE HUGS! {Alex looks around awkwardly and lightly pushes Sunny back}Alex: Hey great look...uh....if I give you the Joker in the pack contract will you stop hugging me?.... {Sunny looks up and taps her chin as Sally seems to be focuses on Alex's...package. Alex looks at the sock puppet and then slowly moves the briefcase with the contract in it infront of his lower half}Sunny: Ummm...... {Sunny squeals and jumps on Alex again}Sunny: NOTHING IS WORTH MORE THAN HUGS! {Sunny pulls back and smiles at an awkward looking Alex, she turns and skips off down the hallway as Sally the sock puppet looks over Sunny's shoulder}Sally: I love you! ----------------------------------------------------------
MATCH
Mr Happy vs Kristoff Liam Bates
---------------------------------------------------------- {Mr. Happy hits the PA as Mr. Happy steps out onto the stage, he puts his hands on his hips and looks around before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring, he jumps up and throws his arms up. } Allison Vance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds and hailing from, Detroit, Michigan … Mr. Happy! {Happy shrugs his shoulders, throwing his arms up into the air and jumping around in the ring. }Allison Vance: And his opponent … {Actions Speak Louder Than Words Do..."
The song by Celldweller, Louder than Words begins to play over the P.A. and the lights start to spazz out to the beat as Kristoff Liam Bates comes down the ramp, clutching his trademark briefcase.}Alison Vance: Making his way to the ring, from Sunnyvale, California, weighing in at two hundred, thirty-five pounds, he is the InVictus Champion … Kristoff Liam Bates! "Did I really Hear you say you're sorry, hard for me to believe..."
[Bates ascends the stairs, leaving his briefcase on the outside and meticulously takes off his suitcoat and tie before hopping through the ropes and cockily smiling, waiting in the corner stretching before the bell rings.} Vasco Dias: Time to see KLB put up or shut up! Terri Morasco: Bates is going to have his work cut out for him tonight; he’s giving up nearly thirty pounds to Happy. Vasco Dias: Fat-boy needs a treadmill. {The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring; Bates looking to tie up, but Happy holding out his hand instead. Bates looks at it tentatively, before reaching forward and shaking hands. }Terri Morasco: A fine display of sportsmanship by Happy here in the early goings. Vasco Dias: Sportsmanship? Please! If they were smart, one of them would sock the other in the mouth. Terri Morasco: Oh stop... {With pleasantries out of the way, both men lock up. After jockeying for position, Happy uses his strength advantage to move Kristoff into the corner. After Happy presses him up against the corner, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.
Referee: ONE ... TWO ... THREE ... FOUR ...
Both men make a clean break. After making their way back towards the center of the ring, they lock up again. After jockeying for position, Happy uses his strength advantage to move Kristoff into the ropes. Just then, Kristoff is able to switch positions and press Happy up against the ropes. The ref quickly makes his way over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.
Referee: ONE ... TWO ... THREE ... FOUR ...
Both men make a clean break. }Terri Morasco: Look at this display of sportsmanship by both men. There's no cheap shots. No low blows. And no attacks from behind. Vasco Dias: Pfft … Pussies {After making their way back towards the center of the ring, they go to lock up. But Kristoff ducks the collar & elbow tie-up and goes behind Happy, applying a waist lock. Happy tries to pry Kristoff's arms from around him, but it's to no avail. He then tries to elbow Kristoff in the face. But Kristoff is able to move his head out of the way. Kristoff then transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Happy can be seen grimacing every time Kristoff jerks his arm. The ref asks Happy if he wants to give up. But he refuses to quit. Kristoff then transitions into a side headlock. But Happy quickly shoves Kristoff off of him and into the ropes. When Kristoff comes back, Happy knocks him down with a standing shoulder block to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Kristoff kips up. When Happy comes back, Kristoff takes him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. He quickly follows up with a shoulder lock. The ref again asks Happy if he wants to give up. But Happy refuses to quit. }Terri Morasco: Kristoff's got his sights set on showing there’s a reason he’s in the hunt to be the Heir to the Throne! Vasco Dias: Oh yeah? Well say that once he’s actually held big boy’s shoulders to the mat for three seconds. {After making his way back up to his feet, Happy moves Kristoff into the ropes. He then shoves Kristoff off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Kristoff comes back, Happy throws out a clothesline. But Kristoff catches him instead with a ring shaking spinebuster. He quickly drops down for a pin …
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As both men get up, Kristoff is the first to strike, nailing Happy with a vicious knee to the midsection. While Happy is doubled over, Kristoff delivers several knee strikes to the face. Kristoff then throws him down with a snapmare before running into the ropes. When Kristoff comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.
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Th … Happy kicks out. }Terri Morasco: Bates is using those hard strikes to control this match. Vasco Dias: I still think that Tons o’ Fun is just playing possum. {Kristoff picks up Happy and moves him into the corner. He connects with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kick reverberates throughout the building. He the takes Happy and goes for an Irish whip, but Happy reverses, sending Kristoff into the opposite corner. Happy runs across the ring. But stops just in time as Bates throws out his leg. Happy grabs hold of Kristoff’s outstretched leg, dragging him hopping towards the center of the ring where he spins him around, grabbing him quickly around the throat, lifting and just throwing him across the ring and into the far corner. }Terri Morasco: Did you see that? I think momentum just shifted here Vasco! Vasco Dias: Dude has retarded freakshow strength! {Happy doesn’t go for the quick cover, instead measuring Bates up and rushing in with a corner senton before dragging Bates out and making the cover …
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Thre … NO! Kristoff barely gets his shoulder up in time. }Terri Morasco: Happy with a cover after some smart offense, but it only gets two. {Happy picks up Kristoff and delivers a snap suplex to cheers from the crowd. He then picks Kristoff back up, delivering yet another snap suplex, only to bring him back to his feet for a third time, instead choosing to bring him back down with a Russian leg sweep. He then rebounds off the ropes, coming in hard and nailing the champion with a very stiff looking knee to the face. Bates doubles over in pain on the mat. }Vasco Dias: You see that? Bates is going to wish he’d eaten a few more Big Mac’s before getting into the ring with Happy. Terri Morasco: What’s with you and the weight issues? Vasco Dias: Fat people aren’t as jolly as they appear … and they smell. {Happy makes the quick cover …
One …
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A groggy Bates manages to kick out soon after.
Happy picks up Kristoff and whips him into the ropes. When Kristoff comes back, Happy drops him to his knees with a haymaker to the midsection. Happy brings him back up to his feet, hoists him up and catches him with a belly to belly suplex. Happy picks up Kristoff and whips him into the ropes. When Kristoff comes back, Happy goes for a lariat. But Kristoff ducks and runs into the ropes. When Kristoff comes back, he goes for a cross body block, but Happy catches him in mid air, locks up his arms and preps him for a double arm DDT. }Terri Morasco: Here we go! Vasco Dias: It is if this actually lands … {Bates, in a fit of desperation, wiggles himself out of the hold, but quickly grabs hold of Happy’s free arm and leaps up, wrapping his legs around Happy’s neck and cinching in a triangle hold.}Terri Morasco: THIS TIE IS TOO TIGHT! Vasco, he could have him here! {Happy drops to one knee as Bates continues to put the stress on his neck. Try as he can to make it to the ropes, Happy’s purple face can’t mask the pain as he taps out. }Allison Vance: Here is your winner, Kristoff … Liam … Bates! {The referee raises KLB's arm in victory to cheers from the crowd. He then exits the ring and makes it about half way up the ramp when a noise from the crowd draws his attention back to the ring. Fans part as a large figure makes it's way through them, Renee Pleasant then jumps the barrier easily and bounds up onto the apron, stepping into the ring.
Renee Pleasant then rounds on Mr. Happy, before rashing his huge boot down into the back of Mr. Happy's head, he does this a few times over, as another figure appears from the crowd... Renee Pleasant walks over to the ropes, where Amber Richards hands a steel chair up to him.
Renee takes the chair in both hands and flips it upside down, he then rams the curved top of the chair into the fleshy areas surrounding Happy's ribs, there are yells of pain and Happy tries to roll onto his side, but Renee then smashes he chair flat down across the side of Happy's head, knocking him clean out.
Renee then opens the chair up and sets it so the bar between the legs just sits across Happy's throat... He then turns and waves Amber into the ring, who sits on the chair with a small smile, handing Renee a microphone. Renee walks around Amber and the chair, to lean over the bottom rope.
Meanwhile KLB has retreated to the back, wanting no part of the beat down - Renee points up the ramp, clearly showing his address is to those in the back.}Renee Pleasant: VERONA! Ya walk out here an' ya talk 'bout wantin' people to take initiative... You went on 'bout how ya don' wanna hear the bitchin' an' the complainin' but tha ya wanna see people TAKE wha' they think they be deservin' of.... Well, MISTER Verona, take a look right now... {Renee throws an arm back to survey the scene of destruction behind him, he runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face as his anger builds.}Renee Pleasant: This is wha ya think belongs in Heir t'the Throne!? This... fuckin' joke of existence and some psycho faggot? An' ya wanna leave me out?! Tha only man aside from yaself to defeat your 'World Champion' .... heh. Well, here I am an' I am tellin' ya, tha I will continue to take an' take by any means nescasary ta get wha' I want... Ya wanna see us hungry... Ya wanna see me fight for it... Well here I am... So tell me... Boss man.... {Renee walks back over to Happy and Amber, he motions his hand and she gets up from the chair... Renee presses his boot down, choking Happy with a small smirk on his face.}Renee Pleasant: Jus' how many are ya willin' to sacrifice before I get wha' I want? { I smell a massacre - Butcher Babies hits the speakers as Renee kicks the chair away from Happy and turns to stare up the ramp}Vasco Diaz: Wow... I think Renee sent a message tonight... Terri Morasco: The message being he wants in Heir To The Throne... Question is... Will he get it? ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT Ain’t no party like an Age of X party.
---------------------------------------------------------- { Sail by Devildriver playing throughout the arena, a darkness over shadows everything with a dark red spot light shining on the stage. }Terri Morasco: For those of you living under a rock, Angel overcame the former champion Malaki Toala at the Night of Immortals and became our new Imperial Champion. Vasco Dias: Our dark new champion who has promised to grace us with his presence live right here, right now. { As the music really kicks into gear Angel finally steps out from behind the curtain, his black hair is tied back over his shoulders, he’s dressed in a three piece black suit with a blood red tie and a grin the size of China on his face, his new championship belt is strapped snuggly around his waist. }Vasco Dias: The champion looks good. { Angel makes it down to the ring where the fans are really letting him have it but he just soaks in the boos. He walks around the ring one time, observing the nice little set up he has in the ring, a large black leather chair with a bottle of a fine red wine sitting on a table beside it. He walks up the steps and slowly unclasps his belt before climbing into the ring. }Terri Morasco: He’s putting on quite the little show. Vasco Dias: Say what you want about his methods, he’s earned this moment just like every other champion before him. { Angel smiles at the crowd a sinister little smile before throwing the belt over his shoulder, pouring himself a glass of wine and having a seat in his chair. He looks about himself, at the large image of himself on the tron and grins before picking up the microphone that sat at the table beside him. }Angel: Finally… { The raucous crowd doesn’t hesitate to boo at the pause.}Angel: FINALLY!!! I am your one… TRUE!... Champion. { There are various chants but eventually it breaks down into a large NO! chant. }Angel: I told you… I told you all from the moment I set foot inside this ring that Imperial Wrestling belonged to ME! And now I hold the only championship belt that matters! I defeated twenty nine other men! I laid WASTE to the Gladiator and I… I sealed the fate of this promotion… I told you all the Age of X was coming… I warned you… And now that it has arrived you all look so surprised… Shocked that I somehow managed to overcome your great leader Roberto Verona…. Appalled that I took Falcon beyond his physical limit… Repulsed by the absolute destruction of Malaki Toala… I told you it was going to happen… { The man is truly pleased with his words. }Angel: And now I sit here with this championship belt, MY championship belt, the Imperial Championship… Yet… I don’t particularly enjoy that title… No… So as my first act as the FACE of this company I here by decree that for as long as I shall reign I will be known as the Imperial Wrestling Federation WORLD CHAMPION! Terri Morasco: Can he do that? Vasco Dias: He just did. Angel: And as your World Champion I want you all to know that I promise to continue to bring you the greatest professional wrestling you have ever seen in your miserable lives. I set out to change wrestling, to usher in a new age of brutality and I have succeeded… I have delivered! I alone have given you the greatest matches of the modern era… Nigh! The greatest matches of ALL TIME! I am the single biggest name to ever grace a wrestling ring, to ever give you the pleasure of my visage on the television… TO EVER LIVE! Forget about Empires… Ragnarok… I AM THE ONLY GOD! I AM THE ONE YOU WILL WORSHIP! I AM…The Age of X, your World Champion and I promise you that I… { He breaths in deep as the crowd continues to boo him. }Angel: Am only getting started. { He places the microphone down on the table and sips from his glass, the belt shimmering over his shoulder and it is only now we notice the slight changed to the golden plate that now reads World Champion. Angel throws his head back and laughs as he head to our first commercial break. }
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JOKER IN THE PACK INVITATIONAL
GAUNTLET MATCH
Alex Jones vs Thunder Sid, Gibberg and Soloman Khan
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{Thunder Sid, Gibberg and Soloman Khan stand around the outside of the ring discussing who is going to be in first}
Vasco Dias: You get the feeling Alex is being punished Terri?
Terri Morasco: No why?
Vasco Dias: This is three against one....
Terri Morasco: You have seen the three right?
{The lights shut off as the start of Archie Wilson's "this fire burns" comes on, white strobe lights flash with the drum beat of the opening untill....
YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHH!
A spotlight shines on the entranceway. Alex Jones emerges wearing a black hoodie with a white dallas cowboy styled star on the back, a COD Ghosts face mask wrapped around his face. The Joker in the pack contract in a customized briefcase in his hand. He walks down to the ring and leaps onto the apron sliding across it before getting into the ring and leaping onto the second rope instigating the crowd. He jumps down and runs to the opposite corner and does the same as the music dies down.}
Vasco Dias: Can you hear this crowd?
Terri Morasco: For those who don't know Alex Jones won the Joker in the pack ladder match at Night of the immortals.
Vasco Dias: He has a shot at the Imperial champion at any time in the next year
Terri Morasco: Could you imagine Alex Jones vs Angel?....
Vasco Dias: If there is anyone on the roster who can stand up to Angel it's Alex....
{Soloman Kahn gets into the ring as Thunder Sid and Gibberg stay outside incase they are needed. Soloman stands looking down at Alex as the bell rings. Alex moves around the huge Soloman and ducks under a wild swinging right from the big man laying in hard low kicks trying to chop him down, Alex gets to close and Soloman grabs Alex and throws him back across the ring with huge force. Alex lands on the mat back first and rolls over getting to his feet, Alex runs and leaps up planting his feet into Solomans chest kicking him back into the corner.}
Vasco Dias: Soloman is huge Terri he has to be atleast seven feet tall...
Terri Morasco: But Alex is so fast Soloman can't get him
{Alex runs under a clothesline and comes off the ropes before hitting a hard low dropkcik to Soomans knee. Soloman drops down and Alex pops up, leaps in the air and kicks Soloman in the face with an enzugiri. He then pops up and climbs to the top rope. He measures Soloman and comes off with the spiral tap landing on Solomans chest driving the air out of him 1.....2....3}
Soloman Kahn has been eliminated.
Terri Morasco: One down two to go.....
{Gibberg jumps in the ring and screams running at Alex. He goes for a spear and Alex leapfrogs him, Gibberg crashes into the middle rope and stumbles out into an endgame from Alex 1......2......3}
Gibberg has been eliminated
Vasco Dias: And Gibberg is gone
Terri Morasco: That was premature...
Vasco Dias: PHRASING
{Thunder sid slides in the ring and does a hero pose and offers his hand to Alex who shrugs and shakes it, Thunder sid moves around and then grabs Alex by the throat like he's going to chokeslam him, he goes to lift but can't get Alex off the ground, Alex elbows him in the head and then locks him up for a suplex, Alex snaps it off and floats over. 1....2....Sid kicks out. Alex gets to his feet and pulls sid up by his mask, he hits a few kicks followed by a hiptoss a fist drop and then a snap kick to sid's back.}
Vasco Dias: Alex seems to be punishing thunder sid for something
Terri Morrasco: I think so....
{Alex grabs Sid's arm and twists around into the AJ lock, he wrenches it in and pulls back on sid's arm, after a few moments sid taps}
Terri Morasco: Sid taps! Alex has defeated three IWF roster members in a row...
{This fire hits again but Alex gets to his feet and calls for a mic}
Alex: Stop the music....
{Alex gets handed the briefcase with the Imperial title shot contract inside, he walks around the ring and holds the mic back up to his lips}
Alex: This past week I had the biggest win in my career here in IWF. I was able to climb a ladder and retrieve this briefcase. I stepped over Sephiroth Du Lac, Mike Laszlo, Falcon, Xavier Cross and...Spike Kane...
{The crowd boo's as Alex lowers the mic, he laughs to himself and looks at it}
Alex: This contract means I have power. See I'm not stupid. I know Angel has his little army around him, and I'm not going to just go and cash this thing in...no...I'm smarter than that
{Alex walks around the ring and sets the briefcase down}
Alex: Angel forming this little army has gotten alot of attention. And with that attention you have an opposing force forming....am I the only one sick of this faction vs faction bull@#$?.....
{The crowd cheers}
Alex: We had the empire and now the age of x.....how about you pussies separate and fight one on one....see I'm standing right here, alone in the center of the ring. I don't need any help.....I don't need a whole host of people watching my back Angel...and eventually...when all your little followers start realizing you're about as far from a god as you can get...i'll be waiting...and I will take that belt from you so fast you will be laying in the ring staring at the lights as I walk away the NEW Imperial Champion....
{Alex throws the mic down as "this fire" hits again, he walks up the ramp holding the briefcase up}
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"Thunder Sid gets a title shot"
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{Alex walks through the backstage area with a handful of paper. He stops and smirks as he finds Thunder Sid sitting on a chair with his head in his hands.}
Alex: Hey man.....
{Sid looks up and bounces to his feet}
Alex: Heyheyheyhey calm down superhero......I have a proposition for you...
{Sid steps back and calms down a little staying silent}
Alex: So...as you know I won the Joker in the pack match, now in my hand I have the contract....
{Alex holds up a contract that has clearly been photocopied, no color in the header, some words faded}
Alex: And for the low low LOW price of a hundred bucks you can have it....
{Thunder Sid points to himself and tilts his head}
Alex: Yeah...yeah you....you can have a shot at the Imperial title whenever you want it....and I even wrote in a stip where you don't need to give the champ ANY warning..you can just go attack him....
{Thunder Sid's eyes light up he nods like an over excited child and finds his wallet pulling out a hundred handing it to Alex, Alex hands him the contract and shakes his hand}
Alex: Pleasure doing business with you....
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SINGLES MATCH
Caleb White vs Mike Laszlo
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{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system as Mike Laszlo walks out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to a favored reaction from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a smirk comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a slow confident walk, slapping hands with some fans along the isle who outstretch their hands, Alexis by his side.}
Alison: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO!
{The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope.}
Vasco Dias: Mike Laszlo has had a few problems as of late...
Terri Morasco: He failed at Night of champions and choked again Vasco
Vasco Dias: The guy has talent and I have faith he will one day realize it
{"Bad Magick" by Shooter Jennings plays and the fans cheer, and scream. Fog rolls through the arena, the slow moan of the guitar echoes through arena. White walks to the stage in a long black trench coat and he smiles. He raises his arms and the pyro busts off behind him. He walks down to the ring and slides in. He takes the trench coat off and waits for the bell to ring.}
Vasco Dias: Caleb White has been up and dow in IWF but he has a chance in the Heir to the throne...
Terri Morasco: He could go far...
{The bell rings and Caleb and Mike go at it right off the bat, Caleb attacking with fast left jabs, Mike swings and Caleb ducks under it and hits a hard right roundhouse. Caleb is on the attack backing Laszlo into the corner with hard rights, lefts and elbows looking like a man possessed. He pulls Mike out into the middle of the ring and picks him up in a powerslam. Caleb goes for the pin 1.....2....Mike kicks out. Caleb stays on the attack with hard right hands grabbing the blonde hair of Mike Laszlo raining those rights down. Caleb gets to his feet and calls for Mike to get up.}
Terri Morasco: Caleb is on fire...
Vasco Dias: He's a rough and ready brawler, no real wrestling skill to speak of but he can throw down!
{Laszlo gets to his feet and Caleb sets Mike up for a suplex, Laszlo blocks it and hits one of his own reversing it. Laszlo rolls over and gets to his feet pulling Caleb up, he whips Caleb into the ropes and ducks down hitting a spinebuster on him, he floats over 1.....2....Caleb kicks out. Laszlo grabs Calebs head and locks in a dragon sleeper. Caleb thrashes about as Mike gets to his feet locking it in harder, Caleb throws his knee back and up hitting Mike in the face causing the hold to be released. Laszlo stumbled back holding his face ad Caleb spins around and runs forward hitting the crescent kick taking Mike down}
Vasco Dias: Laszlo eats a kick to the face...
Terri Morasco: Caleb has a bit of speed for a old man....
{Mike rolls over ad starts to get up as Caleb runs in going for a running DDT, Mike catches Caleb and picks him up throwing him up and back, Caleb lands on his feet but Mike runs up and leaps in the air hitting a cutter. Laszlo pops back up to his feet and pulls caleb up setting up for the welcome to CLE back breaker, he slams Caleb down across his knee and Caleb rolls around holding his back. Mike puts a fist in the air and calls for the malicious intent. He picks Caleb up over his shoulder but Caleb kicks his legs and lands behind Mike before pulling Mike down in a neckbreaker}
Vasco Dias: Mike Laszlo was going for the Malicious intent but Caleb got out of it
Terri Morasco: That move would have meant lights out.
{Caleb points at Mike and calls for the bad magic, Laszlo pulls himself to his feet still out of it holding his head, Caleb takes a step forward but Laszlo gets pulled from the ring by Nero Blake. Nero rams Laszlo's head into the steel steps as the referee calls for the bell}
Vasco Dias: What?...Nero Blake?
Terri Morasco: I don't understand...
Allison Vance: Your winner by disqualification..MIKE LASZLO....
{Caleb White loses it in the ring screaming at Nero who backs away up the ramp smiling as Alexis tends to Mike at ringside}
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SEGMENT
"Long Live the Queen"
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{ We come back from commercial and see that the ring kas been decked out in a red carpet as has the entrance way and the ramp. In the centre of the ring, there is an unoccupied golden throne with a deep red leather interior. We then switch to our view of the announce table. }
Terri Morasco: Welcome Back To Monday Night Sacrifice Live from the O2 Arena, right here in London, England.
{ Terri turns to her broadcast partner, Vasco Dias. }
Terri Morasco: I can only assume we're having some impromptu announcement about the Heir and Heiress tournaments, because there is nothing scheduled on my notes here.
Vasco Dias: Mine, either, but I don't think that's it Terri. Look on the stage.
{ On the stage, two rather burly men in bright yellow tank tops with shaved heads, large looping earrings and curly black mustaches, push the seven foot bronze Mother Mary Iron Maiden to the top of the ramp. The smart English crowd start to cheer immediately, as the lights are brought down to a blue hue which blankets the arena.
Two little girls, a brunette and a redhead, one either side of the Maiden, with their faces painted as a tomcat and a leopard respectively appear, and each point a finger towards the Heavens as the sound of rumbling thunder and rain resonates throughout the arena. The camera focuses on the arch above the Maiden where a third little girl with raven hair and the face of a puma starts to sing with the voice of an angel. }
Raven: I-ah-ah-ah-I...
Hear your voice...
On the wind...
And I-ah-ah-ah-I...
Hear you call out my name...
{ Suddenly purple smoke starts to fill up the entrance way obscuring Mother Mary and the angel that continues to sing in the Heavens above her. }
Raven: Listen my child, you say to me...
I am the voice of your history...
Be not afraid, come follow me...
Answer my call...
And I'll setttt you freeeeee...
{ The little raven haired girl takes flight as her sisters on the ground start to walk down the ramp hand in hand. Quickly, all three girls reach the ring as the raven haired one is lowered behind the throne in the ring. Her two sisters take their place either side of the throne, kneeling.
Meanwhile, the banging drums of "Apex Predator" by Otep resound throughout the arena, as Mother Mary swings open, the sirens and the lyrics introduce Eternity to the audience and as the adult males cheer, the children, but not her children seem to fear the shadowy woman who is wearing a black hat and a veil with her head bowed as she walks down the ramp. She stops in the middle of the ramp and takes a bow, taking her veiled black hat off and posing with it in her outstretched arms.
This signals a fourth child, blonde with the face of a tiger to step forward out of the billowing smoke and lead Eternity by the hand.
They continue her journey down the ramp, skipping whilst Eternity is carrying her hat in her right hand accompanied by the chorus. She slides under the bottom rope into the ring and helps the blonde child into the ring. They once again hold hands as the blonde child leads Eternity. When she reaches the centre, Eternity hands her hat over to the little girl who skips over to the turnbuckle where she hangs the hat on a ringpost, patting it.
Eternity then skips to the middle of the ring and gets down on one knee, a leg outstretched behind her, as she looks heavenward and raises an arm in front of her, her hand reaching towards the sky.
Whilst Eternity is knelt, the brunette in the green dress and the red head in the yellow dress both step forward either side of her, and the raven haired child in the white dress now appears with a golden butterfly tiara above her head, and the three girls all now place it on her head.
This gesture now triggers the lights to slowly be raised back up to normal levels as her music starts also to fade away. }
Brunette: Arise from the Earth, Mother...
Auburn: Arise from the Ash, Sister...
Raven: Arise and follow a new Wind, Princess...
{ Eternity rises to her feet slowly at the behest of her three children.
The blonde then appears with the Diamond's World Championship and wraps it around Eternity's waist. The camera zooms in on the nameplate which still reads Ana Valentine. The blonde child then steps in front of Eternity, with a microphone, and addresses the live crowd who are cheering and chanting for Eternity. }
Blonde: Arise, United Kingdom, a river mightier even than your Thames is about to set course. Arise, United Kingdom, for your new Queen and mine....QUEEN ETERNITY!
{ The crowd start singing "Rule, Britannia" in response because they don't want to boo the new Diamond's World Champion, even though any other American crowd probably would.
The blonde hands Eternity the microphone and the crowd immediately start to quieten down. }
Eternity: I am not the first, nor am I the last. I am not the third, nor the second. I am the fourth. I am the fourth wall. I am the most important wall, the one built to confine all of you as you all would choose to confine me. Eight nights ago, hearts and minds were broken, ribs and wrists cracked. The very foundation of my new castle built on the bones of those doubting vipers that came before me. Alreet, pet! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
{ Eternity laughs, amused by her own linguistic prowess. }
Eternity: Oh my Angel, how I love my Newcastle accent. It really compliments my new kingdom, don't you think? It is really funny, almost as funny as when you consider that God now rules one Division, and Death, the other. When God casts out Eve, any Eve on any eve, day or even night, she will meet her Death without her Adam, unaware that the apple on which she feeds her ignorance has already been poisoned by my serpent.
HuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
{ Eternity's laughter reverberates through the microphone and the arena. }
Eternity: Mommy and daddy would be so proud of me. Yes they would, because I did it. I finally did it! I stood on the shoulders of a giant on the biggest stage of all, reached up and caught a falling star in the palm of my hands and in the most magical three seconds of an otherwise insignificant little life, I felt her light go out. Now darkness will reign for an Eternity. However long that is. I don't know, I can't really say, so just sit back and enjoy the ride. New names will rise, old names will fall...
{ Eternity runs a free hand across the name plate of the title around her waist and it becomes detached from the belt and falls into her gloved palm. Now, the Diamonds World Championship has no real name attached, much like its new Champion. Eternity then discards the nameplate and reaches around and unhooks the belt, taking it in one hand. She drops down to one knee, and holds out the title towards the sky above her and in front of her. }
Eternity: And they will all fall in the name of my blessed father...and my blessed mother...and in the names of all of you...the Children of Eternity...
{ Eternity drops the microphone and bows her head in condolence as the lights are lowered back down to a purple hue and the bell rings ten times as Eternity remains, moved yet unmoved at the very same time. Thunder responds to her grief and the white light of a newborn star from up above shines down upon her as the hot English crowd start to chant her name. }
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
The Ace vs Falcon vs Renee Pleasant
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat Match.
{The opening bar of I smell a massacre hits the speakers as red lights swirl around the crowd, before settling on Reñee Pleasant who stands in the middle of the stage, smirking at the crowd as a chorus of boos rises up.
Reñee shrugs and walks down the ramp with purpose, he jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. He approaches the referee for a moment and towers over him with a laugh, before walking away, shaking his head still laughing as the music fades out. }
Terri Morasco: This man has Amber Richards on his side and now looks to make a huge impact by defeating these two ring veterans in this Triple Threat Match.
Vasco Dias: He has a shot to make his name known for something other than the creepy way he treats women around here.
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{The lights in the arena start to flash red, green, yellow and purple in rotation with the opening guitar and drums. As the lyrics to 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell kick in, the circular platform that The Ace is stood upon with his back towards us, the platform is decorated to look like a roulette wheel. Slowly it spins a full one-eighty degrees and as the chorus is reached and we see The Ace facing us, and cards begin to fall from the rafters. The Ace waits a moment before stepping off the platform and grasping the hand of Kathleen Conway, who is carrying her husband's steel rake in one hand and the couple proudly walk through the shower of falling cards, hand in hand. At the foot of the ramp, the cards stop falling as the couple share a kiss. The Ace then confidently struts over to the steel steps as Kathy remains at ringside, armed. The Ace climbs the steel steps towards the ropes and steps through them. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, unhooking his title belt and climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down and he walks to the middle of the ring, the lights return to normal... }
Terri Morasco: This man has been re-emerging as of late.
Vasco Dias: Indeed, and a win here is only another step forward.
Alison Valance: And the third member of this match…
{Smoke filters up from the exit to the back. The song begins, blasting right out of the gate. Falcon emerges from the smoke as the dual guitars blast sonic waves into the arena. He runs to the left on the stage, throwing his hands up, urging the crowd to their feet. He runs back to the right, feeling the energy and feeding off it. More gestures, the crowd is near frenzied by this point. He runs back to the center, then down the ramp. Sliding nimbly into the ring, moving to the corner and leaping from the canvas to the top turnbuckle. He drops down, moving to the ropes on no particular side, and standing on them, half on the bottom, half on the middle, arm raised in the devil horns. He turns from the ropes, getting ready for the match.}
Terri Morasco: Great showing by Falcon at Night of the Immortals.
Vasco Dias: He and four others crashed through a bunch of tables, how is that good?
{Ace and Falcon look to double-team Renee out of the box. Although he resists the strength in numbers gets to Renee. Falcon and The Ace begin stomping away at Renee in the corner. He is stomped out of the ring as the two men stare at one another as the fans cheer. The two go at it slugging it out. The fans cheer at the all out slugfest. The Ace gets the better of the exchange backing Falcon into the turnbuckle. The Ace continues hammering away. Renee turns the corner and slides into the ring behind The Ace. He charges into the corner hitting a huge Splash on The Ace smashing both his adversaries into the corner.}
Vasco Dias: And that’s why Renee is a dangerous man.
Terri Morasco: Nobody said he wasn’t smart. Great move using the ring post as a ally.
{Falcon now slides out of the ring as Renee begins kneeing The Ace in the lower back and forearming him right in the neck. Knee, forearm, knee, forearm, as the trends continues Falcon is struggling back up onto the apron. Renee stops the vicious onslaught as The Ace falls to his knees in the corner. Renee elbows Falcon in the face knocking him back off the apron. Renee moves to the center of the ring and charges The Ace’s slumped body. It looks as if he is about to bury his knee into the back of The Ace’s head smashing his face into the turnbuckle, but at the last moment The Ace moves, as Renee goes knee first into the turnbuckle.}
Terri Morasco: A miscue by Renee.
Vasco Dias: No he just beat The Ace so badly that he fell out of position.
Terri Morasco: Call it what you will, Renee just slammed his own knee into the middle turnbuckle.
{Renee holds onto the top rope with one hand and clutches at his knee with the other. The Ace lies under the bottom rope as Falcon is now sliding back into the ring. He spots Renee clutching at his knee and hits him with a Chop Block to the back of the injured knee. Renee releases the top rope and falls to the mat clutching his leg with both hands. Falcon grabs the injured leg and places it on the bottom rope. He uses the top rope to propel himself into the air and come crashing down on Renee’s leg. Screams of agony pierce the air as Renee writhes in pain. Falcon grabs Renee by the injured leg and drags him to the center of the ring and turns Renee into a Single Leg Boston Crab. Renee begins to fight the hold clawing at the mat trying to drag himself toward the bottom rope. The Ace gets to his feet and runs off the ropes hitting Falcon with a violent clothesline to the back of the head sending him throat first into the second rope.}
Terri Morasco: This match is indeed packed with action.
Vasco Dias: I see you don’t mention the overlooked resiliency of Renee who managed to NOT tap.
{Renee’s legs drop to the mat as The Ace uses his knee to choke Falcon across the middle rope. Renee rolls to the side of the ring. The Ace runs to the opposite ropes and jumps leg first across the back of Falcon pushing his throat down into the rope then sending him flying back. The Ace turns and goes for the first cover of the match up.
1!
2!!
Renee jumps in out of nowhere and breaks up the pin hitting The Ace in the face with an elbow. Ace rolls off holding his face as all three men lie on the mat.}
Terri Morasco: Renee coming in at the last possible second.
Vasco Dias: That’s why he’ll win.
{Renee rolls back toward the ropes to pull himself up. Falcon is still down from the hot shot and The Ace is slowly getting to his feet. Renee is up first, but standing gingerly on his bad leg. The Ace heads toward Renee but is met with a stiff kick to his own leg followed by a right hand that sends him backwards. He then kicks The Ace in the gut and plants him with a hard DDT before crawling over to a cover.
1!
2!!
The Ace kicks out, as the split second of hesitation was just enough time for him to somewhat recuperate.}
Terri Morasco: The hesitation may have cost him the pin fall there.
Vasco Dias: He’ll overcome it; he just needs time to recover.
{Falcon is up from the hot shot and goes for a cover on the downed The Ace.
1!
2!!
Renee breaks up the pin and uses Falcon to get to his feet. The two begin a slugfest. Renee with each blow holds his bad knee. Due to the pause, Falcon is able to get the better of Renee and Irish Whips him to the opposite side. Renee falls down on the way, his knee giving out on him. Falcon shrugs it off as he heads over to The Ace who is slumped in the corner. He drags him out of the corner and locks in another Single LegBoston Crab this time on The Ace. The Ace clawing at the mat as Renee was earlier. The Ace makes his way to the bottom rope, hooking his arm around it.}
Terri Morasco: The Ace showing he knows his way around the ring.
Vasco Dias: He took the easy way out.
{Falcon, eyes closed, lets out a vile scream, which is quickly ended by a Lariat to the jaw that sends him out of the ring. Ace and Renee both begin to take it to their feet, Ace moves to bounce Renee off the ropes, but as he does so, he catches movement in the corner of his eye as Angel comes running down the ramp!!
Angel sweeps his hand under the rope, grabbing the heel of Ace which causes his bounce of Renee to fail and Ace stumbles forward to be hit with THE Dead Man's Foot!! The force of the hit pushes Ace over the top rope and he lands on the mats outside... Renee laughs slightly and offers a sarcastic salute of thanks to Angel.
Meanwhile, Falcon has pulled himself up onto the apron, but as he turns to pull himself to his feet, he hears his name being called, he whips his head around to see KLB standing atop the stage...
Taking advantage of the distraction, Renee grabs Falcon by both shoulders and pulls him over the top ropes slamming him down with The RAV! Renee then drops down and rolls Falcon up into a clumsy looking pin as the official counts 1...2...3!}
Vasco Diaz: And Renee takes the win with a little help from his...
Terri Morasco: Uh.. I got nothing.
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SEGMENT
"KLB and Spike"
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{Kristoff Liam Bates is seen walking backstage, passing Spike Kane in the hall, they exchange a look before Bates smiles.}
KLB: I need to talk to you, Spike.
{Thinking an altercation is about to happen, Spike readies himself, only to be embraced tightly in the other man's arms. Bates leans in close and whispers to him.}
KLB: Thank you.
{He lets go, and continues on his way, leaving Spike feeling both good about whatever he did to please Bates, and awkward due to the hug.}
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MATCH
Xavier Cross vs Spike Kane
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Vasco Dias: “Bad blood here tonight folks, these two men have had a turbulent one year in IWF, from Spike and the Empire destroying Xavier Cross, to most recently, Cross joining and subsequently turning his back on the Age of X crew. These two haven’t had a real chance to get their hands on each other.”
Terri Morasco: “Plain and Simple, these two men are coming out here to hurt each other. Luckily for us and the fans, we’ve managed to get these two in the ring. Blood Sport!”
Vasco Dias: “This just in, the chair Cross used to beat the tar out of Nero Blake has sold for five thousand dollars on auction, all money is going to proceeds to the Cross Roads foundation. What a lovely cause.”
Terri Morasco: “Who says violence never solved problems?”
{The intro to “Hail to the King” hits the PA, as the lights grow low, sparks start to rises from the top of the ramp as Spike Kane steps out from behind the curtain, raising his arms in the air. A smirk on his face as he points at his new Spike Kane shirt, a giant red X across the front and ‘Hall of Fing Famer’ across the back. Walking halfway down the ramp, he removes his shirt, walking over to a fan to hand it, before dropping it, on purpose, on the floor. Shrugging his shoulders, he steps towards the ring, looking about, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, stepping up the ramp, he holds his hands out, pointing towards the palms, before holding his arms out to mock Xavier Cross.}
Alison Valance: “From Boston, Massachusetts… He is the God of Xtreme….the King of Wrestler….Standing at Six feet….two inches….The leader of the Empire, and member of the Age of X...He weighs 17.5 stone!...The First Male Member of the IWF Halll of Fame!....The Spiked One….SPIKE KANE!”
{Spike raises his hands, giving a wink to the crowd.}
Vasco Dias: “A huge night for Age of X at our Biggest show. Spike Kane showed the true Immortality, as he was the first male inductee in the IWF Hall of Fame!”
Terri Morasco: “Love him, or hate him, Spike Kane is a true staple of excellence in this industry. No matter where he goes, he is always top dog.”
Vasco Dias: “The weird part is, working with Angel, and now Roberto Verona, he’s the third head on the most powerful hydra in this company, but the internet has brought up talks that Spike Kane will not be playing third fiddle for long, his ego will never allow such a thing.”
Terri Morasco: “Spike Kane, he does what he has to, because he strives to be the best, from day one, to the day he retires, Spike Kane will always be reaching for new heights.”
{“Immortal” by Eve to Adam hits the PA, as the smoke fills the top of the entrance ramp. Spike Kane leans forward on the ropes, a serious expression his face. The fans are on their feets screaming cheers. Xavier Cross has propelled from the raptors of the arena, down to the center of the ring. Spike Kane hasn’t realized, as he is waiting for Cross to come out of the back.}
Terri Morasco: “Holy shit. Did you see that?”
Vasco Dias: “Xavier Cross just came from Heaven to drag Spike down to hell with him!”
Terri Morasco: “Really?”
{Xavier snaps the harness off his chest, as he charges forward hitting Spike with a forearm smash to the back, the two men topple out of the ring, onto the floor below exchanging blows. The ref watches out, waiting to call for the bell. Both men are on their feet, as our the fans, exchanging blows. Cross gets the advantage, teeing off on Spike Kane, before winding up for a big right, Kane ducks, as Cross goes forward, as Cross turns, Spike catches him with a high kick to the head, sending him staggering into the ring apron. Spike grabs Cross, rolling him into the ring, before sliding in himself. The Ref finally calls for the bell.}
Vasco Dias: “Jesus, finally we get the match going, after Xavier uses the element of surprise to his advantage.”
Terri Morasco: “I think that was the first time we’ve seen someone come from up top...the fans love it, what a way to start off a match.”
{Cross is on his knee, a little dazed from the kick, as Spike looks down, grabbing him by the chin sending a hard slap to the face. Cross turns, laughing at him, visibly off his rocker. Spike sends a kick to the chest, causing Cross to stumble backwards, from his knees, onto his ass, grabbing onto the ring ropes. Spike charges forward, but Cross rolls out of the way as Spike slides forward catching the middle ring rope to, the undercarriage.}
Vasco Dias: “Splitting the uprights. Ouch…”
Terri Morasco: “If anything comes from this, Spike will feel that in the morning.”
{Spike is hung up on the middle rope, Xavier looks around, stepping back. Xavier charges forward diving through the center rope, grabbing Spike’s head hitting a suicide dive-neckbreaker to the floor below. Both men are laid out, Spike clutching his neck, Xavier grabbing his shoulder from the impact below.}
Vasco Dias: “The hell! Xavier Cross is insane!”
Terri Morasco: “He did just as much damage to himself, as he did Spike, what could he be thinking.”
Vasco Dias: “He isn’t. I’m fairly certain Cross is out here to inflict as much pain on Spike Kane as he can.”
Terri Morasco: “They need to lock him up, and throw away the key!”
{Cross and Spike look up at each other, as the ref checks on them from the ring, the two men slowly picking themselves up. Spike is to his knees, Xavier leaning on his arms, Spike throws a hard right, catching Xavier in the side of the head, who lunges forward with an uppercut, smacking against Spike’s jaw. Spike drops an elbow on the top of Xavier’s head, as he is now closer. Cross drops to his chest on the floor, before pushing himself up, sending a headbutt right under Spike’s chin. The two men fall back onto the floor, stirring back to their feet, both a little dazed. They look at each other once returning to their feet, hearing the ref is now on an 8 count. Shaking their heads, they both sprint towards the ring, sliding in to the break the count, rolling to their feet. Squaring off, they circle each other like hungry dogs.}
Terri Morasco: “This is ridiculous, they’re just throwing whatever they got at each other and hoping it may be the final blow!”
Vasco Dias: “You can tell, neither man is out for a victory right now. They just want to inflict pain.”
{The two step forward and lock up, Spike get’s the early advantage, wrapping Cross in a headlock, throwing a quick strike to the face, before Xavier steps forward pushing him off, Spike rebounds off the ropes, hitting Xavier with a quick clothesline. Cross pops up, only for Spike to send a low kick to his midsection, forcing Cross to bend over clutching his stomach in pain. Spike steps forward, grabbing Cross, before hitting a snap suplex. Spike doesn’t let go, rolling over still holding Cross the two men are up on their feet, as Spike hits another snap suplex. Spike doesn’t let go once again, picking himself and Cross back to their feet, hitting a third snap suplex. Throwing his leg’s up, spinning it around, the two men are back on their feet as Spike reaches down grabbing Xavier’s legs, hitting a fisherman’s suplex, bridging his back Spike Kane is able to get in a pin attempt.}
Vasco Dias: “Mercy! Four Suplexs! We’ve seen three, but Spike has to out do anything!”
Terri Morasco: “He’s got the bridge in! Is it over?!”
Ref: “1….2…”
{Cross breaks the pin with a kickout, Spike sits up, looking up at the ref, popping to his feet he gets in the Ref’s face, beginning to jaw with him. The ref points at Cross, who is still laid out on the mat. Shaking his head, Spike turns around, only to be caught with a high kick from the ground, as Xavier hits the ‘Great Scott!’. Spike stumbles backwards into the ropes, as Xavier rolls over on his shoulder, getting to his feet. Charging forward Cross catches a boot to the face from Spike Kane, as Xavier staggers back, Spike leaps backwards springboarding off the bottom rope, forward, catching Xavier hitting a tornado DDT.}
Terri Morasco: “Kane is teeing off on Cross, who has put up some effort, but it seems like The Hall of Famer is in complete control.”
Vasco Dias: “Spike knows how to run a match, it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish.”
{Kane reaches down, grabbing Cross by the hair, returning his opponent to his feet. He sends a hard right, keeping Cross in a daze, before whipping him into the ropes. Cross comes back on the rebound, and ducks, rebounding off the ropes again. Spike catches him in his arms, hitting a snap belly-to-belly suplex. Cross lands on his back, clutching it in pain. Spike rolls back over, back to his feet he stalks Cross moving over, sending a hard kick to the shoulder Cross had hurt earlier in the match. Spike steps on Xavier’s throat, the ref gets in between them. Spike shrugs it off, stepping over, dropping a knee to the chest of Xavier, before falling down for a pin attempt.}
Ref: 1...2..
Vasco Dias: “This could be it…”
{Cross gets a shoulder up.}
Vasco Dias: “Spike is in disbelief, he thought Cross may have been at his breaking point!”
{Spike shakes his head, looking up at the ref, and if looks could kill the ref would be six feet under. Returning to his feet, Spike sends another hard kick to Xavier’s shoulder. Who rolls over in pain, Spike leans down grabbing a handful of hair returning Xavier to his feet, who is wobbling now. Spike sends a hard right, sending Xavier in the corner. Spike charges forward, spearing Cross right in the corner, who is barely managing to hold himself up. Spike steps back, mocking Cross, before charging forward looking for a Bloody Sunday. Cross drops down, ducking the high kick, before lifting Spike in the air sending him head first into the ring post. Spike Kane is busted open!}
Terri Morasco: “First Blood! That turnbuckle just opened Spike up!”
Vasco Dias: “This could be the opening Xavier needed.”
{Spike stumbles backwards, Cross is on him, sending a barrage of left and rights, keeping him in the corner, before stepping back spinning is hand in the air. Charging forward, he hits a high knee, catching himself on the rope, he lets Spike stumble out a bit, clutching his bleeding head. Cross launches himself from the second rope, catching Spike with a bulldog. Both men crash to the mat. Cross rolls Spike over, looking for a pin.}
Ref:1….2….
{Kane kicks out!}
Vasco Dias: “Neither men are willing to quit.”
Terri Morasco: “This has turned into one hell of a match.”
{Cross laughs erratically. Lifting himself to his feet, before helping Spike to his own. Throwing Spike in the corner, Cross begins laying the boots, forcing Spike in a sitdown position. Cross steps back, looking towards the crowd, waving his hands like a orchestra conductor.}
IWF Crowd: “Sky Rockets in flight! Peeeewwwww AFTERNOON DELIGHT!”
{Cross charges forward, but Spike rolls out of the way. Cross is ready leaping to the top turnbuckle, he leaps off at Kane, but Spike is ready once more with a Bloody Sunday! Catching Xavier right square in the face, knocking him back to the mat.}
Terri Morasco: “What...the…”
Vasco Dias: “...This has to be it…”
{A bloodied Kane drops to his knees, laying on top of Xavier Cross. The ref falls for the pin.}
Ref: 1...2….No!”
{Cross’s foot is on the rope!}
Terri Morasco: “That had to be instinct, no way Cross is even awake right now.”
Vasco Dias: “Neither of these men are going to be the same when the bell tolls.”
{Spike slaps the ring, looking frustrated. Lifting himself to his feet, he steps back, rubbing the blood out of his eyes. Sending a kick, he catches Cross right below the armpit, followed by a series of stomps aimed at the top of Cross’s chest, followed by a quick elbow drop. Spike pops back to his feet, with another elbow drop to the chest of Xavier Cross. Spike hops back to his feet one more time, finding himself on a roll, but the final drop is a fist drop right to the face of Xavier. Spike rolls over, running his hand over his face, looking down at the blood, a sadistic smile runs across his face.}
Vasco Dias: “Oh...that doesn’t look good…”
Terri Morasco: “Spike Kane has a wicked smile on his face!”
{Leaning down, Spike slaps Cross in the face, before grabbing his hair, forcing Xavier back to his feet. Cross tries to fight back, throwing a few punches, but Spike throws a forearm smash into Xavier. Cross stumbles back, Spike, steps back, tongue out mocking Cross, before flipping backwards hitting a Pele Kick right to the skull of Xavier Cross. Cross stumbles back, flipping over the top rope, landing on the apron. Laying down on the mat, Spike begins laughing, as he slowly picks himself up. Cross is stirring on the apron, looking dazed. Spike turns looking at Cross, charging forward Spike looks to knock Cross off, but Cross ducks slamming his shoulder into Spikes midsection. Spike hobbles backwards Cross stays ducked down trying to keep himself on his feet. Spike turns, charging forward again leaping over Cross, grabbing him and the two men flip into the air, as Spike nails his signature ‘Wings of Liberty’ onto the floor below. Both men are laid out.}
IWF Fans: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Vasco Dias: “Spike Kane just drove Xavier Cross to hell!”
Terri Morasco: “They both could be done for after this!”
{Spike stirs, clutching his back, he looks down at Cross, rolling around clutching his neck. Spike is the first to his feet, sliding into the ring to break up the count, before sliding back out. He steps over Xavier, laughing a little more, before reaching down slapping Xavier. Cross tries to cover up but Spike begins to rain down hard stomps. Cross grabs the leg of Spike Kane, kicking upwards finding the old family jewels. Cross rolls over, picking himself up quickly, sliding into the ring to break the count, as he slides back out to find Spike Kane. Spike, clutching his private parts. Cross throws a hard right, but realizes this match can only end inside the ring, before throwing Spike towards the apron and back into the ring. Charging forward, Cross slides into the ring himself}
Terri Morasco: “How are these two even standing.”
Vasco Dias: “Two of the best right here, plain and simple.”
{Both men are standing up, shaken, Spike is still laughing, as Xavier looks absent as ever. Stepping forward Spike throws a hard left, but Cross ducks it, both men turn around Xavier cracks Spike’s leg with a left low kick, a right low kick, and another left low kick, followed by a second right low kick hitting the area between the knee and calves. Spike hobbles backwards charging forward again as Cross ducks once more. Left Jab, right jab, followed by another left jab, and a second right jab. Spike is a little dazed leaping at Cross, only to be cut with a rising european uppercut, right in the jaw. Spike staggers before falling on his back. Cross looks about slapping his chest, taking a step towards Spike nailing a standing shooting star press.}
Vasco Dias: “Bee-Ess-Tee combo, Blood, Sweat, and Tears from Xavier Cross!”
Terri Morasco: “He’s gonna need all three and little luck to keep Spike down!”
{After the shooting star press, Cross stays on top of Spike, hoping for the best, the ref goes down to count the pin.}
Ref: “1….2…”
Terri Morasco: “Spike Kane throws his shoulder up! Spike Kane will not die, not yet, not today!”
Vasco Dias: “How much more do either of these men have in the tank?”
{Cross falls back, picking himself up. He starts banding his hands on his head, trying to focus himself. He looks down at Spike, and then up at the turnbuckle. Cross quickly stomps the chest of Spike, before hopping over to the turnbuckle, being to slow ascent to the top, he turns around. Holding his arms out, as the fans get to their feet, unfortunately for Cross, Spike Kane has as well, leaping forward he hits the top rope, shaking Xavier knocking him off balance as Cross drops down, splitting over the top turnbuckle. Spike walks over, hitting Xavier right in the jaw, Cross tips over, and damn near falls off if Spike doesn’t grab him, hitting him in the face again. Blood drips down Cross’s mouth, as he looks at Spike, smiling. Spike goes to swing again, but Cross catches it in the ribs, locking Spike’s arm into his side. Spike swings with the other arm, but Cross catches it also, holding Spike Kane still, Cross yanks Spike into him, as the two connect heads with a vicious headbutt. Spike stumbles and falls onto his back. Xavier lays back on the turnbuckle, blood running now from his mouth and head.}
IWF Fans: “THIS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!”
{Spitting the blood into the air, Cross picks himself up, standing high on the turnbuckle. He points down to Spike, then up towards the air kissing his finger, before launching into the air with his ‘Heaven’s Tribute’. Spike rolls out of the way, as Cross crashes, missing his flying elbow drop. Spike rolls onto his feet, and Cross tries to stand up, the impact rattling his already injured shoulder, both men look up at each other, blood running down. Spike motions for Cross to bring it, while Cross just lifts up his hands giving Spike two birds. The two men charge at each other exchanging rights and lefts, punches left and right, neither man backing down.}
½ IWF Fans: “Let’s go Kane!”
other ½ IWF Fans: “Xavier Cross!”
½ IWF Fans: “Let’s Go Kane!
other ½ Iwf Fans: “Xavier Cross!”
Terri Morasco: “They’re just throwing their weight at each other.”
Vasco Dias: “This has stopped being a match a long time ago, this is a fight.”
{Cross starts getting the advantage with a hard right, and another, and another. Forcing Spike Kane in the corner, he throws a hard elbow catching Spike in the side of the head. Spike twists, holding onto the ropes, Cross is watching carefully. Spike turns around and Cross grabs him, Looking for the first half of the Widow’s Wail, and STO, but Spike elbows Cross in the neck, seperating the two. Cross turns around in a daze….ThunderStruck! Cross bounces into the air, eyes rolling back in his head, falling to the mat. Spike falls down to his knees, looking down at Cross, laying across Spike pins Xavier.}
Terri Morasco: “Finally it’s over!”
Ref: “1…..2……”
{Xavier Cross throws his arm in the air, Spike Kane rolls over, clutching his head looking lost. Xavier rolls over, moving towards the ropes to pick himself up. Spike is on his knees, shooting the ref a death glare through the drying blood on his face. Both men are on their feet, Spike takes the first swing, but Cross ducks, Spike spins around with is back facing towards Xavier who grabs him quickly, lifting him into the air, Nazi Hunter! Cross keeps Spike’s leg hooked for the pin.}
Ref: “1….2….”
{Spike Kane throws his shoulder up at two!}
Terri Morasco: “Xavier Cross tried to pull the nail coffin, but Spike Kane isn’t having it.”
Vasco Dias: “What will either of these men have to do in order to win?”
{Cross rolls over, getting back to his feet. Spike rolls over, getting to his knees, pressing his hands into the mat, he looks up at Cross charging forward, Spike Kane spears Cross into the referee, who gets sandwiched in the corner. The referee is down, Cross clutches his back, stepping out, Spike looks a little shocked at the ref now knocked out. Cross turns, shouting something at Spike who charges at Cross again, but Cross hits a drop toe hold, Spike Kane goes face first into the top turnbuckle, bouncing back out. Cross catches him with the Widow’s Wail! Planting the STO, following up with locking up the Koji Clutch. Cross has the Clutch locked in, Spike lets out a scream, but the referee is still out cold. Spike Kane is fighting it, reaching for the ropes. Cross tries to hold it, but Spike is wiggling, trying to break free. Spike kicks his foot up, Spike has his foot on the rope!}
Terri Morasco: “Spike Kane has his foot on the rope, but Cross is holding the hold!”
Vasco Dias: “He needs to break it, but...there isn’t anyone to enforce it!”
{Xavier looks up, seeing the referee is out. He let’s go of the hold, as Spike Kane rolls out of the ring, clutching his arm in pain. Cross drops to his knees at the referee trying to shake him awake. Spike Kane is stumbling around the outside of the ring, pushing the time keeper out of the way, grabbing the steel chair, looking at Cross who is still dealing with the referee.}
Vasco Dias: “Spike has bad intentions in his mind.”
Terri Morasco: “Someone better take that away from him, both men are already bleeding out, and Spike Kane is a foul mood.”
{Spike slides the chair into the ring, looking like a predator stalking his prey. Hopping to his feet, Spike clutches the chair, before shouting.}
Spike Kane: “Ay! Cross!”
{Xaver turns around, but doesn’t have a chance to do anything, as the Steel Chair rains across his forehead. His forehead opens up now, as Cross drops to his knees. Spike drops the chair, before grabbing Cross, wrapping his arm around Xavier’s head, throwing Cross’s arm over his own, before lifting Xavier into the air.}
Vasco Dias: “No…”
{Spike has reached down, finding all his strength he holds Xavier into the air, positioning himself right under the steel chair.}
Terri Morasco: “He’s not gonna do that is he?!”
{Spike Kane drops Cross head first with the Spike Impaler, onto the steel chair. Pushing Cross away, Spike kicks the chair out of the ring, before rolling over, grabbing the referee he pushes him over to Cross, the referee stirs a bit, as Spike drops down to his knees, covering Cross.}
Terri Morasco: “It’s finally over! Finally!”
Ref: “1…..2…..”
{Xavier Cross throws his shoulder up, Spike Kane is shocked, clutching his head looking around. Falling backwards, Xavier Cross tries to sit up, looking around in a different world. The ref back on his feet, looking a little dazed. Spike rolls over, slamming his fist against the mat, looking up at Xavier, who is sitting up, leaning against the ropes, blood pouring out from the fresh cut in his already battered head. Spike points over at Cross, laughing, as he stands back up. Cross reaches up, grabbing the rope, picking himself back to his feet. Cross staggers forward as Spike jams a knee right into Xavier’s gut. Throwing Cross into ropes, Spike catches him on the rebound with a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker!}
Vasco Dias: “Sweet jesus, the impact rattled the ring!”
{Cross clutches his back, as Spike Kane looks down, wondering what he has to do to put away his opponent. Throwing a series of boots to the chest of Xavier Cross, Spike steps back, bouncing off the ropes to drop a knee. But Cross rolls out of the way, Spike drives his own knee right to the mat. Cross rolls over, picking himself up with the ropes. Spike clutches his knee, rolling over, as Cross looks over. Stepping forward he kicks Spike in the chest, the impact echoes through arena.}
Vasco Dias: “Both men are at their end, this has to be the circling of the drain.”
Terri Morasco: “But who will have enough to beat the other.”
{Cross leans down, picking Spike up to his feet. Spike staggers as Cross tries to hold him still, but Spike drops to his knees, hitting Cross with a high punch to the chin. Cross staggers back into the ropes, rebounding towards Spike, who’s back on his feet. A swift kick to the midsection, Spike turns looking for a Thunderstruck, but Cross wraps his arms under Spike’s sending a knee to the side. Spike drops his own arms, as Cross ducks down, lifting Spike into the air.}
Vasco Dias: “Another one?!”
Terri Morasco “NAZI HUNTER!”
{Cross nails his finisher, the Nazi Hunter Omega Driver, pushing Spike over, Cross drapes an arm over Spike Kane, as the ref slides down for the count}
Ref: 1….2….3
Vasco Dias: “Cross wins! Cross wins!”
Terri Morasco: “Cross has defied the odds, defied fate, defied the Age of X for a victory against the Hall of Famer.”
{Cross tries to stand to his feet, but fall into the ring ropes. The ref raises his hand, as Cross starts laughing, leaning into the ropes. Blowing a kiss into the crowd, he looks over at Spike Kane, clapping his hands together. Cross staggers towards the ropes again, dropping to his knees he wipes the blood off his face, painting a smiley face on the mat with his blood, before rolling out of the ring}
Terri Morasco: “Gross…”
Vasco Dias: “Jesus, Cross is a nut case.”
IWF Fans: “THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!”
Vasco Dias: “These UK fans are showing love for both men, after the war they had tonight.” |
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Well howdy there pardner.