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"Don’t Look Now …"
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Terri Morasco: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another action packed episode of Sacrifice!
Vasco Dias: You said it, Terri! In fact, the action this week started before most expected.
Terri Morasco: Vasco’s talking about a vicious attack on one of our superstars this afternoon in the parking garage.
Vasco Dias: I’d love to say this was random, but seeing exactly WHO it was that got jumped … all signs point away from random, Terr.
Terri Morasco: The boys in the truck are saying they have the footage from the attack so lets take a look at it together!
{The arena security feed picks up where the announcers left off, showing a relatively empty parking garage.
From the right side of the screen, Bob Pooler comes walking into view rolling his carryon behind him. With his headphones on, he doesn’t hear the approach of the two men from behind until too late and the pair tackles him to the ground, laying the boots to him. Pooler struggles to cover up, his headphones scattering to the side and his luggage opening and strewing his clothing everywhere.
The men continue their assault until from the far left side of the screen three security officers race to the scene the pair of assailants quickly scatters.
The video package ends with security helping Pooler to his feet and looking off into the distance for the two men.}----------------------------------------------------------
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”Crazy Train.”
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{ Roberto Verona is quietly discussing with security, pointing out certain things on a map of the arena. A microphone pops into view, held by Willy Carter as he approaches Verona. }Willy Carter: Excuse me, Mr. Verona, the people want to know. What is the deal with you and one Xavier Cross? I don’t mean to interrupt you sir, but the biggest story circulating is that you are well….and excuse this, but going a little overboard with power?
{ Verona turns, looking at Carter, then the camera before nodding, a sigh escapes his lips as he steps forward. }Roberto Verona: I have never and do not have a ‘problem’ with Xavier Cross, what I have a problem with is a man’s inability to control his temper and his actions. This is Imperial Wrestling, and at Imperial Wrestling I expect the best both in that ring, and outside the ring. Cross was a bright shining star of what I imagined my superstars when he first came here. Great inside the ring, and a bigger presence out of this. The last few months he has become a little unhinged, and since no one seems to be able to clean up the mess…”
{Suddenly Xavier Cross stumbles into the scene, leaning on Willy Carter. Security steps up next to Verona in case.}Xavier Cross: Oh Berty...you have dragged me through glass and shit the last few weeks, and I’m the crazy one...Now I’m having to battle some ladies, and if I touch either one. I’m fired? Maybe getting fired would be the better option…”
{The backstage catches the echoes of the crowd’s negative reaction to the idea of Xavier Cross being fired. Cross leans into Willy Carter’s shoulder, laughing a bit.}Xavier Cross: “Hear that Berty, I started a wildfire. You may control this…”
{Cross spins around, holding his hands up, before pointing at the two security guards with gun-fingers.}Xavier Cross: “But those people, they ride with me. We all on a crazy train!”
{Cross pulls the triggers on the finger-guns, before stealing Carter’s fedora, putting it on his head, obliviously backwards.}Roberto Verona: “Cross, you think for one moment I don’t realize that firing you would be a stupid move on my part, but I want to see a little more out of you. Call it self control. Can the Great Insane Firebrand keep his hands off a woman, because your actions on Twitter should be grounds for immediate dismisile.”
Xavier Cross: “I guess you don’t appreciate a good dick and fart joke?”
Roberto Verona: “I prefer high quality entertainment Mr. Cross, now go prepare for your match, and if you can manage to maintain your job, you will also have a second match tonight...yes, I can see it now. Xavier Cross, versus three other men...locked in a chamber, releasing one after the other, until all 4 are in the ring. But I’ll give you something, Cross if you can manage to finish the show, and win your chamber match...You’ll be the next in line to challenge Angel for the Imperial World Title.”
{Cross begins laughing maniacally, grabbing Carter’s microphone, shoving him out of the way. The security guards steps forward, as Cross looks at tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dumb, before looking up at Verona.}Xavier Cross: “Screw that belt, and Screw God...I’m here to dance with the devil. If I can walk out of tonight victorious. I want you Bert. I want to dance with the devil…”
{Verona shakes his head, laughing a bit.}Roberto Verona: “But Mr. Cross, I haven’t competed in that ring in a while, there is so much rust, and what not. But I am a man of my word. If you can keep your job against our lovely Diamonds, AND win your chamber match...then fine. I will fight you.”
{Clapping his hands together, he puts the fedora on one of the security guard’s heads, before kissing the other one on the forehead.}Xavier Cross: “You two have a lovely day. Verona, I hope you stub your pinky toe on everything.”
{Dropping the microphone Cross skips away, as the camera focuses on Verona, a calm expression on his face, as he stares at Cross, before a smile slips across his lips.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Jakob O’Connor vs Jayden Thunder
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening contest for the evening.
Vasco Dias: Two newcomers to the IWF.
Terri Morasco: This should be interesting. Can one of them start off on the right foot here.
{The lights go out. The music starts playing and the lights come back on with the arena blood red. Standing at the entrance while the music blasts the arena, with his hoodie, Jakob O'Connor raises his head and lifts his hood.}Alison Valance: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 247 pounds…Jakob O’CONNOR!
{He slowly walks down the ramp and walks to the steps. He then looks at the crowd before he quickly jumps the top rope and lands on his feet as he stands there looking out to the masses.}Terri Morasco: This young man looks primed and ready.
Vasco Dias: The bio says he is a brawler from Chicago who has shown that he has some technical ability as well. He’ll be in a good match here with Jayden Thunder who likes to show off his technical ability, but will also brawl if need be.
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{The arena falls to darkness before Jayden's theme plays. This thoroughly recognizable song signals one self-obsessed man, Jayden Thunder. A spotlight shines on the stage, leaving the rest of the arena in complete darkness, and then all of a sudden a lightning bolt strikes the stage as gold sparks begin to rain from the video screen down in front of the entrance curtain and onto the stage.
"Light It Up" by Rev Theory blares throughout the arena over the PA System. The crowd erupts with thunderous boos.}Alison Valance: From Knoxville, Tennessee, weighing in at 235 pounds…Jayden THUNDER!
{Jayden then appears from behind the curtain and emerges from the sparks. He casually walks down the ramp, ignoring the majority of distractions and WCF fans. He walks towards the ring and simply rolls in. As he reaches the center of the ring he flawlessly stands to attention. He then stands beside the ropes, looking out to those in attendance.}Vasco Dias: The crowd doesn’t seem to be too into Jayden Thunder.
Terri Morasco: Maybe it’s the cocky attitude?
{The two men stare a hole through one another until the bell rings. They walk to the center of the ring, talking smack to one another before Thunder hits O’Connor with a shot to the face. Jakob counters with a strike of his own. The two go back and forth with the crowd not getting on either’s side. Thunder hits a knee to the gut amongst the strikes before backing him into the ropes and sending him to the far-side, only to have it reversed. As Thunder rebounds, Jakob ducks down for a Back Body Drop but Thunder counters with a resounding kick to the face that stands Jakob straight up leading to a hard Clothesline from Thunder that takes O’Connor down to the mat. Before Jakob can regroup, Thunder starts putting the boots to his fellow newcomer.}Terri Morasco: A bit of an aggressive streak from Jayden Thunder.
Vasco Dias: As this match progresses; I’m sure we’ll learn more about these two.
{Thunder continues stomping until Jakob rolls out of the ring. The referee backs Thunder off as Jakob recoups on the outside. Thunder rolls out as the referee checks on Jakob. Jayden lifts O’Connor to his feet but Jakob pushes back, sending Thunder kidneys first into the barricade around ringside. He then pulls him out and repeats the process one more time, gaining the upper hand.}Terri Morasco: This has been a back and forth affair here.
Vasco Dias: Well, nobody wants to lose this early in their IWF career. You gotta give a good impression.
{Jakob rolls Jayden into the ring and as they both get to their feet, Jakob charges, ducking a Clothesline from Thunder, grabbing him around a waist and popping his hips, dropping Jayden on his head with a German Suplex.}Vasco Dias: Huge Suplex by Jakob O’Connor!
Terri Morasco: The first really big move of the match.
{Jakob bridges and goes for the first cover of the match…but gets only a two and a half. O’Connor is back to his feet and lifts Jayden to a vertical base. Jakob bounces off the ropes and lunges in the air looking for the Superman Punch but Thunder ducks it, heading to the ropes himself before hitting his version of a Spear that he calls the “EMP”. He hooks the leg and comes so close to a three but Jakob kicks out.}Terri Morasco: Both men with huge moves now. Who will come out on top.
Vasco Dias: I don’t know, but this is an entertaining first match.
{Jayden stalks Jakob and lunges for his version of a Cutter he calls the “Shockwave”, but Jakob manages to throw him off, Jayden landing hard on his back. Jayden gets to his feet and receives a kick to the gut for his troubles, followed by O’Connor’s version of a Stunner known as the “Counting Stars”.}Terri Morasco: He calls that the “Counting Stars”.
Vasco Dias: It was effective.
{Jakob goes for the cover…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings and Jakob has his hand raised as his music blares through the arena.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner…Jakob…O’CONNOR!
Terri Morasco: O’Connor with the win in the opening contest.
Vasco Dias: We’ll see where this momentum takes him.
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"This isn’t over."
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{ The face of GOD suddenly takes over your screen, his face solemn yet secure in it’s presumed power. However his solace doesn’t last long as his head suddenly turns up and to the left, as we pan over se see a face no one was expecting, a face masked with a smirk but seething with hatred.
SETH EVANS.
A mischievous grin across his face, looking more rugged as he was now sporting a goatee. One step forward, his eyes examining the self proclaimed IWF World Champion who stood there with his eyes locked on the former IWF wrestler. Seth kept the grin on his face but snickered at GOD, and takes a couple steps closer to him before finally speaking. }Seth Evans: What is it, “GOD”? You didn’t expect to see me?
{ GOD sneered and almost laughed as he shook his head at Seth, his eyes never moving off the man he felt had no business even being in front of him. Seth was pacing back and forth very slowly in front of him. }GOD: No Mr Evans I wasn’t, would you care to explain to GOD what it is you’re doing in MY arena?
Seth Evans: Wow, Angel… Just… Wow.
{ Seth kept his arms folded across his chest but his fist was clenching and he was gritting his teeth for just a brief moment. He couldn’t keep himself from rolling his eyes as GOD kept a smug look on his face. Seth stopped and turned his head toward GOD, and his eyes longing to burn a hole straight through the devil that he saw in front of him. }Seth Evans: What am I doing here? After everything you did you wonder what I’m doing here!? You broke Tara! She’s devastated, and what makes it worse is that you come onto this camera, week in and week out, not giving a shit. You… tried… to have MY godson --- YOUR son --- up for adoption. You abused her and you stand here with that smug look on your face and call yourself “GOD”!?
{ The disgust that Seth felt toward him was evident in the way that he spat the words at him, GOD just allowed his grin to grow with each memory coming back to him for what he had done in the past. GOD licked his lips before closing the distance between himself and Seth, while Seth squints his eyes for a moment and his breathing becomes heavy while still clenching his fists just barely able to resist the urge of taking a swing at him. }GOD: I do.
{ GOD showed absolutely no fear toward Seth, who had in turn taken one right step back and putting his weight onto that leg. He finally gets his thoughts collected, and calms his own spirit. Wasting no time, he says in a very gentle tone. }Seth Evans: I have a score to settle with you for what you have done. Let’s take this outside… Right now.
{ The words seem to pierce the heart of the champion as he ponders over the invitation given to him from Seth, who takes a few more steps back in the direction of the parking lot. Seth extends his arms out as if to invite GOD to start the fight right in the hallway and two more words escape from his lips while still waiting on the reply of the champion. }Seth Evans: Let’s go.
{ GOD finally smirks as he closes the gap one more time with his challenger, and he lifts his hand as if ready to poke him in the chest… But he thinks better of the situation and lowers his finger away. }GOD: No.
Seth Evans: Coward.
GOD: You, my child, are as you have always been, beneath me. I do not have the time nor the concern to indulge your little revenge fantasy. As you can see I am the IWF World Champion, I have a roster of sniveling little worms who wish to take me out and an entire company seated upon my shoulders begging for my direction. I AM GOD! And you are nothing.
{ Seth couldn’t believe his ears, he always knew Angel to be egotistical in the past but he was on another level now. Before Seth could mutter one single word GOD nodded his head and the Age of X along with security crawled out of the wood work, Seth suddenly found himself surrounded by Eddie Black, Mason St Croix, Frank Black and about a half dozen guards. GOD’s apostles laughed as the guards pulled Seth’s arms back and handcuff them behind his back before holding him steady. Seth gritted his teeth and sneered at GOD, who now felt more than safe enough to get right in the face of Seth. }GOD: You are not employed here, all your little friends are off in their fantasy world so you have no business being here, IWF belongs to ME now and I say you do not belong. Show your face again Mr Evans and you will suffer far worse than Tara ever did.
{ GOD’s voice grew bolder and cockier as he followed up with the next question. }GOD: Do you understand?
{ Without a reply, Seth just lifts his head and draws in a deep breath. }Seth Evans: This isn’t over.
{ GOD just smiles in return. }GOD: I beg to differ Mr Evans, it never began now get him out of my sight!
{ Security jerks Seth with them down the hallway as Seth struggles to look GOD directly in the eyes. GOD just wipes his hands across his chest and watches security drag him away. }
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MAN OF STEEL MATCH
Kyle Mason vs. Cliff Clinton
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{Evil Ways (Justice Mix) blares through the PA system as Kyle Mason steps out from behind the curtains. Mason walks out to the front of the rampway and scans the crowd. He starts to make his way to the ring and stop as if he forgot something.}Vasco Dias: Here comes the Strong Style Nightmare …
Terri Morasco: Every time I see Mason, I find something new that astounds me!
Vasco Dias: Somebody’s got the hots for Mr. Fu …
Terri Morasco: VASCO!
{He smiles and makes the "X" symbol over his head as pyros explode at the entrance way. Mason then begins to walk arrogantly towards the ring. As he reaches the apron, Mason slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He pumps up the crowd and hops off and leans in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Sober by Tool begins to play as the arena goes black and then is overtaken by an errie blue light. As the music begins to pick up the camera spots Cliff walking down to the ring through the audience. He shuffles through the crowd and keeps his head down and hidden behind some hair as he mumbles to himself. Members of the cowd shift out of the way of this unknown character. Soon he hops over the barricade and climbs into the ring and walks into a corner and crouches as he mumbles to himself and glances around the arena.} Vasco Dias: You look at these two men, Terri; and you explain to me how a guy like Clinton even deserves to be in the ring with Mason.
Terri Morasco: Well, like him or not, Vasco but the Crusher has been turning heads himself for a while now too!
Vasco Dias: That’s probably because of the smell …
{The ref rings the bell, as the two men square off. Kyle steps towards Clinton who throws a low kick that staggers Kyle for a moment. Clinton follows up with another kick to the opposite leg, dropping Kyle to one knee and giving Clinton the space to dash forward looking to nail a quick big boot. Mason ducks the boot and launches himself back to his feet and catching Cliff from behind and leaping into the air, his knee connecting with the back of Clinton’s head and sending him stumbling into the near corner. Mason follows in quickly with a running big boot to the cornered Crusher. Mason helps Clinton remain standing for a moment before letting him flop to the mat.}Vasco Dias: Mason taking full advantage of the smallest of openings.
Terri Morasco: Clinton has been a force to be reckoned with since debuting, but Kyle has made a career out of picking apart opponents.
{Mason sits back, watching Cliff try to stand up. Before Clinton can look up, Kyle steps forward, sending a hard knee to the gut, keeping Clinton doubled over. Mason immediately bounces off the ropes, catching Cliff with a knee to the side of his head that knocks him towards the center of the ring. Cliff clutches at his head, as Kyle walks over and drives a boot into the exposed ribs of his opponent. Clinton grabs at his ribs, giving Mason a chance to place his foot on the side of Cliff’s head. Kyle applies pressure as Cliff struggles to push Mason’s foot off. Kyle eventually steps up, his full body weight on that temple pressure point of Clinton, and then off again; walking and leaning against the near ropes}Terri Morasco: Mason is ruthless tonight.
Vasco Dias: Clinton is in a world of hurt, Terr!
{Kyle leaves the ropes, and like a vulture, starts to circle Clinton as he struggles to push himself back up onto all fours. Kyle snickers as he steps towards Clinton and slaps him in the back of the head. Clinton deflates a bit and Mason slaps him again, before standing over Cliff and wrapping his arms around the downed man’s midsection and lifting him back to a vertical base for a moment before simply tossing him up and over his head with a huge exploder suplex. Clinton lands, and skids to a stop near the bottom ropes as Kyle rolls to his stomach and surveys the scene.}Vasco Dias: Look at this guy, Terri … he’s like a viper out there.
Terri Morasco: No, that’s someone else …
Vasco Dias: huh?
{Kyle, not waiting for the referee to finish his standing ten count, grabs Clinton by the back of the head and hauls him back to his feet. Cliff wobbles a bit on his feet and as Kyle drives a stiff left into his jaw, he staggers backwards into the ropes. Kyle moves in for the kill but Cliff suddenly stands up straight, his eyes wide and wild. Mason hesitates and Clinton’s arm is suddenly pointed straight at him as it shakes back and forth leaving Mason looking around trying to understand the scene. He nails a hard right to the jaw that Clinton shrugs off, shaking his head from side to side. Mason tries grabbing hold and throwing Cliff across the ring and into the far ropes, but Clinton reverses the whip and stands in the center of the ring waiting.
Mason hits the ropes and quickly spots the waiting big boot. He manages to duck underneath the outstretched boot and rebound off the far ropes. Clinton turns on the spot and connects with a huge belly to belly that shakes the ring. Clinton pops quickly back to his feet, looking like a man on fire and drags a dazed Kyle Mason back to his feet.}Terri Morasco: Oh, this isn’t going to end well!
Vasco Dias: Uh oh …
{He pulls Kyle to his feet, a smile on his face, as he hauls back with an open hand slap to Mason’s face. Kyle turns right back but is quickly doubled over with a knee to the belly and set up in position for a powerbomb. Cliff calls for the Cliff Bomb and jackknifes Mason up into position, spinning for a moment and aiming him at the center of the ring. The fans are on their feet but Mason isn’t going down fighting. He’s connecting with huge elbows that are bending Clinton backwards and towards the corner. Mason, with one final elbow manages to break Cliff’s grip and fall back to his feet where he takes advantage of their positioning by quickly spinning him to a drop with the Quickening! But cliff is able to get free and pulls Mason up into the Cliff Bomb! }Terri Morasco: WHOA! Clinton might be out after that shot!
Vasco Dias: It’s a right hook, Terri … calm down.
{The referee immediately checks on Kyle and begins the standing ten count as Cliff stands watch.
One …
Two …
Three…
Four…
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Nine…
TEN!
The referee calls for the bell and immediately raises Kyle’s arm before checking on the barely moving Kyle Mason.} Terri Morasco: CLINTON WINS! After nearly losing out he managed to pull out a win!
Vasco Dias: I told you … guy is a beast!
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”Of course not.”
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{ We return from a commercial break and head straight backstage where we can see a visibly furious Seth Evans marching down the corridor, knocking a few things over angrily as he goes. As he reaches the car park he is suddenly stopped by Commission Jessica Reed who taps him gently on the shoulder. }Jessica Reed: Where are you going Mr Evans?
{ Seth turns around, clearly enraged as Jess bobs her head curiously. }Seth Evans: You heard that son of a bitch, he’s thrown me out of the arena!
Jessica Reed: Who?
Seth Evans: Santa Claus. Who the hell do you think?
{ Jess lifts a finger to her lips and she ponders for a moment before shaking her head. }Jessica Reed: No, no, that simply won’t do.
Seth Evans: What do you mean?
Jessica Reed: As Head of Booking it is Mr Blake’s duty to maximise the potential of our roster, not diminish it.
Seth Evans: So I am not fired?
{ Jessica giggles. }Jessica Reed: Of course not, silly. You just ignore that big mean Angel, he’s not a people person. I think this calls for a celebration, go and gather as many people as you can and tell them there will be free drinks and food for everyone next week live on Sacrifice!
{ The crowd cheers as Seth turns around and walks away before Jess calls after him. }Jessica Reed: Oh, and don’t worry about the bill, this party is on Mr Blake!
{ Seth grins from ear to ear as Jessica started to excitedly jump up and down on the spot and we cut back to ringside for more action on Sacrifice. }----------------------------------------------------------
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”I need it.”
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{A pair of large, padded, chairs are seated in the middle of the ring. A small, wooden, stand lies in the middle of them, home to a single ash tray. “In Your Fur” by Cage begins to play over the arena speakers, and Kevin Evel hops the barricade. Adorned in his trademark fur jacket, he looks nearly twice his normal size inside it. He puts a cigar in his mouth, grabs a microphone from the ring announcer, and enters the ring. The audience showers him in boos before he can even speak a word.}Kevin Evel: Wow, look at this! Now this is a set! Pretty god-damn professional I admit, and here I thought Imperial Wrestling didn't like me.
{Kevin turns and smiles to the front row fans who immediate shout back their disdain for him. He laughs back and throws himself into one of the soft, deep, seats, and takes a giant drag off his cigar.}Kevin Evel: It goes to show, when your goals line up with other people's goals, well, some really magical things can happen. So, here we go Imperial Wrestling! Allow me, Kevin Evel, to introduce you to the inaugural episode of your newest can't-miss show Needful Things!
{The arena erupts in boos again.}Kevin Evel: Hey, c'mon, save it for the guest. And speaking of which, would there be anyone more fitting for my maiden episode than than my opponent later on tonight? Mike Lazslo, come on out here, why don't you? You've got some things you NEED to clear up for me!
{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system and the audience becomes electric. Kevin looks on with a sinister smile, but Mike isn't the one that hits the entrance ramp. It's John Tolly, with a poor-looking demeanor and a microphone of his own. Evel's attitude changes and doesn't look all that impressed.}John Tolly: I couldn't care less about what you have going on with Mike Lazslo, but I'll tell you one thing – I'll tell you one thing you NEED to clear up right now – and that's your unfinished business with me, you low-life piece of shit! You ruined my title shot at Legacy!
Kevin Evel: Legacy?! That was a hundred years ago! Get over it already!
John Tolly: You're one to talk, Evel! Calling the kettle black, aren't we?
{The audience busts out laughing, as Kevin pulls down his microphone and looks away.}Kevin Evel: Fine, come have a god-damn seat. Come tell me about your woes or whatever, because, you know, I don't have more important things to do or anything.
John Tolly: I'm not here for answers, Kevin, because frankly, I've heard them all already. For a guy that talks forever, you're a pull-string toy. You have three go-to lines, and we've all heard them a million times. No, I didn't come here to get answers, or rather your answers. I know what you'd say: bla, bla, bla, I need Kevin Evel, because he's necessary, bla, bla, bla. Does that sound about right?
Kevin Evel: You forgot the part where I kicked the living hell out of your worthless ass.
John Tolly: As funny as ever, I see.
Kevin Evel: I'm hilarious.
John Tolly: Yeah, you won't think you're so hil-
{Tolly lunges forward, looking to attack Evel, but before anything, Kevin throws the ash tray, full of ashes and cigar butts, into John's face. He is immediately blinded, and begins to cough. He tries his best to rub his eyes clear, but Kevin his quick to him with a running kick to the groin. Tolly hits the mat like a ton of bricks and Kevin follows up with vicious stomps and boots. Eventually, his kicks send Tolly to the outside.
Kevin follows, exiting the ring and pulling up the ring apron. He pulls out a steel chair and comes quickly at John who is disorientated on the floor. Kevin comes in quick and mercilessly, smashing the side of John's leg with the chair. John shouts out in horror, forgoing his vision and blindly blocking any more damage to his leg. Evel stomps Tolly in the chest a couple times, loosens the defense, and comes down again with the steel chair across his knee. Over and over again, Kevin focuses every weapon shot against a single target on Tolly's body, and with each hit, he screams in complete agony. Evel halts the attack and enters the ring. He looks on, stalking the ring, as Tolly begins to move. It's poor, with much favorings to the heavily damage knee, but Tolly can just manage to throw himself on the barricade to prop himself up until staff members arrive with assistance. Kevin finds the microphone a second time.}Kevin Evel: Hey, Mike, you see that? That's you later on tonight! I don't care who you think you are, who you think I am, or how I should conduct myself around a seasoned veteran like yourself. I'm gunning for you and I'm taking you out! Plain and simple! I want your place in this federation, Mike. I NEED IT!
{Kevin slinks out of the ring and through the audience, as security and medical staff arrive for Tolly.}----------------------------------------------------------
INVICTUS RULES MATCH
Kistoff Liam Bates vs Alioth Starre
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"They Say Freak...when you're singled out..."{The lights dim and the heavy riff of "The Red" by Chevelle begins to plow through the P.A. The fans are on their feet, not because of the man who is about to come, but more because of what he's associated with. The red tinge of the lights eludes to the blood Kristoff Liam Bates spills as he crawls from behind the curtain, his eyes fixated on the ring.}"The Red....well it filters through.”“SO LAY DOWN! The threat is real!”
“When his sight! Goes Red Again!"
{Bates is halfway down the ramp, stalking like he would an opponent, the lights following him as he does so, briefcase at his side.}"Seeing Red Again, Seeing Red Again."{He slides under the ropes, removes his suitcoat and tie before beating himself once with the briefcase. He stretches on the ropes as the second verse plays waiting for the bell, and his chance to spill blood.}Terri Morasco: Here’s the former Invictus Champion Vasco, and he looks extra deranged tonight.
Vasco Dias: The guy’s bat sh...
Terri Morasco: VAS!
{As the lights dim, a spotlight in the shape of an 'A' within a circle, pierces the darkness and illuminates the stage. As the music haunts the arena, Alioth Starre emerges. The lights, like the stars of the cosmos swirl and twinkle throughout the arena, following him, and cascading around as if it were the universe itself contained within the arena. His hands behind his back, his eyes to the crowd, and his face stretched with a wry smile as he then approaches the ring, parting from his starting stance. Rolling inside, he stands back up, his arms stretched to catch the ropes he entered underneath from and steps up onto the first rope, leaning over as he interacts with the crowd. As soon as he turns around he’s met with a briefcase to the face from KLB and the bell sounds.}Terri Morasco: This one’s underway and with these Invictus rules the briefcase or any other weapon either of these men choose to use are perfectly legal.
Vasco Dias: And Bates loves the weapons.
{Almost as if he’d heard the commentary team Kristoff rolls to the floor and begins slinging various plunder from under the ring including a metal trash can, a broom, a 2x4, a childs tricycle and finally a potted cactus. }
Vasco Dias: Are you kidding me? Why is there a cactus under the damn ring.
Terri Morasco: Moments like this Vasco.
{Bates places all the items in the ring except for the trash can, and just as he’s about to slide it into the ring Starre, who has recovered from the briefcase shot hits a baseball slide dropkick sending the can into Bates face. Alioth rolls out the floor and picks up the can and tosses it into the ring and then rolls Kris in but Bates gets to his feet just as Starre makes his way back into the ring and KLB puts the trashcan over his head and then begins hitting it with the broom repeatedly. Alioth stumbles and staggers trying to get the can off his head but falls backwards into the corner and sits against the bottom turnbuckle.}Terri Morasco: The former champion is taking it to the man who’s next in line for a shot at the Invictus title.
{With Starre sitting in the corner Bates grabs the tricycle and takes it by the handle bars and runs forward rolling it into the crotch of Alioth Starre who lets out a scream of agony from under the trashcan. He rolls over onto his side and holds his balls while Bates just picks up the trike and starts beating him about the back and shoulders with it. Starre finally rolls to the floor in retreat and yanks the can off his head. Not wanting to allow his opponent time to recover KLB rolls to the floor with his trusty briefcase and charges at Alioth but Starre hits a desperation drop toe hold that sends Kristoff face first into the steel steps. Starre bends over with his hands on his knees breathing heavy and trying to recover while Bates lies on the floor checking to make sure he still has all of his teeth.}Terri Morasco: That may have been the move Alioth Starre needed to turn the tides in his favor.
Vasco Dias: He needed to do something Bates was dominating him to that point.
{Starre grabs Kristoff and pulls him to his feet before rolling him into the ring and following him back in. The young Brit waits for Bates to stand using the ropes to pull himself up and then nails a vicious Chop Block taking out the knee of the first ever Invictus Champion. Starre then goes over and picks up the cactus and places it in the middle of the ring then drags KLB over to him and puts him in position before hitting a Piledriver onto the cactus.}Terri Morasco: Piledriver oi a cactus! That’s a statement I never thought I would say.
{Alioth covers Bates who is now bleeding from the top of his head. The referee counts 1...2… NO! Bates kicks out at 2 as the blood runs into his eyes and down into his mouth where he flicks it away with his tongue. Starre grabs the right leg of Bates and spins around looking to lock in his Figure Four called Four Star Mary and does! Bates flails around trying to break the submission and reaches behind him and grabs the 2x4 and blasts Alioth with it over and over until he breaks the hold. With Bates still on his back Starre stands and attempt the Figure Four again but KLB pulls him into This Tie is Too Tight with the 2x4 across the windpipe of his opponent! It only takes a moment before Starre taps the mat frantically begging out of the match.}Terri Morasco: Kristoff Liam Bates picks up the big win over the up and comer!
Vasco Dias: He’s back with a vengeance that’s for sure.
{KLB gets his hand raised by the referee before rolling out to the floor where he begins picking the cactus needle from his scalp as he walks towards the back with a smile.}----------------------------------------------------------
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”Back.”
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{The crowd waits in anticipation for the beginning of the next match, but they’re shortly met with a surprise; “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin blasts through every speakers forcing the crowd to erupt into cheers! All of their eyes focus on the curtain but they are surprised to see Seth coming out from just beside the ramp, although dressed more professionally than the world remembers him. Black slacks and a black button shirt, only half of the buttons actually buttoned revealing a plain white undershirt. He turns his head to look back toward the curtain and can’t help but chuckle as a few members of security start to make their way out but they stop at the top of the stage just staring down at Seth Evans who has reached the bottom of the ramp and turns to face them while walking backward. There’s something rolled up in his right hand, and he nods his head to them before turning back towards the ring and jumping to the apron and landing on one knee there. He stands up at the apron before stepping between the ropes, quickly walking to the opposite end of the ring to ask for a microphone from a ringside stagehand… successfully getting one, the crowd continues to cheer, and the “YOU MAD” chant breaks out among them while the music slowly fades out. Seth lifts the microphone, his voice cutting through the chant.}Seth Evans: “Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies! …and… Gentlemen!”
{There’s still some lingering chants but they are slowly diminishing. Through the silence that is coming to allow Seth to speak clearly to the IWF world, the excitement can be felt in the entire arena. He lifts his right hand up letting the paper unravel with the help of gravity. The camera can see the print scribbled from top to bottom, and the two signatures.}Seth Evans: “Everybody that’s standing or sitting, which let me be frank here, it doesn’t look like there’s very many of you sitting; everybody that’s sitting at their home and watching by TV, computer, tablet, or phone… Everybody has witnessed just a few minutes ago that I signed a contract to return to the Imperial Wrestling Federation!”
{With that said, the crowd cheers loud for a moment while Seth is turning slowly in a circle letting everybody who is physically there lay eyes upon the copy of the contract that will allow Seth to return to in-ring action.}Seth Evans: “There’s a good number of critics out there that are asking one question, though…”
{He brings the contract down and clutches it close to his side, but resumes his speech.}Seth Evans: “Why? Why would I return? What forced me to go? Why did I not return sooner? Most of you know that I’m no stranger to injuries… they’ve plagued me for the last couple years. It’s like Derrick Rose. One injury will lead to another, and before you know it, I’ve spent two years on the sideline. I’m not going to bore you all by answering the questions that will be answered in time, but if you give me just one minute, I will grace you with one statement that will let you know how long I intend to be here.”
{Lowering his head to look at the canvas that he has become so familiar with. Since the age of eighteen, he has become familiar with this small squared circle that played a big role in the lives of many that chose this life… A genuine smile crept back on his face as he lifted his head again and a joy in his eyes that the cameras have never seen before.}Seth Evans: “I have been cleared by medical professionals for a one-hundred percent bill of health… I can return to this ring without limitations, without worrying about something else shattering; physically and mentally capable of coming back to what I do best! And putting on a show for all of you! And I will be doing this for all of you for a very, very… VERY… long time!”
{Another huge burst of cheers, but Seth resumes speaking without the crowds cheer diminishing in the least at this point.}Seth Evans: “This goes beyond my dream of holding the World Championship over my head… This goes over my dream of entering the Hall of Fame and being recognized as one of the single greatest wrestlers to ever step foot inside the ring, not just throughout IWF, but throughout the entire industry of professional wrestling! My first sight is going on the one, the only; your IWF World Champion --- ‘GOD’ --- this is a man that has shown his true self by being willing to step on any… no… not any… EVERYBODY to get himself to the top of this industry. He has stepped on people that mean the world to me. That’s why this goes beyond my dreams…”
{A low growl was hidden in his breath as he gritted his teeth at the thought of all that GOD has done.}Seth Evans: “This goes to crushing his-”
{ Sail interrupts him as the lights drop low and the crowd bursts into loud boos. The face of GOD suddenly takes over the screen as the music continues to play. }GOD: My dreams are a reality, my poor Mr Evans, all that contract means is yours are about to become a NIGHTMARE!!!
{ He starts laughing maniacally, his voice echoing off the walls as Seth glares coldly at the screen... }----------------------------------------------------------
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"Retribution"
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{A Girl Has No Name Robbins stands in the back, in front of a larger IWF logo. To her left stands Bob Pooler. He’s dressed in a Big Bad Wolf t-shirt and IWF hoodie but the swollen eye and bloody lower lip are what stand out the most. A Girl Has No Name smiles and holds the microphone up.A Girl Has No Name Robbins: I’m standing by now with Bob Pooler who …
{Robbins isn’t able to finish her introduction as Pooler grabs a hold of her hand, directing the microphone up to himself.}Bob Pooler: Hey Eddie … Frank … Mason … slut McValentine … it takes a real low down piece of trash to jump a guy when he’s not looking. Why don’t we cut all the cute stuff and just get to the here and now. I don’t care what your messiah says; two of you owe me a chance at getting in a few licks of my own so why don’t you just mosey on out here and …
{Pooler isn’t able to complete his challenge as he’s shoved to the ground. The cameraman is pushed to the side, unable to get a clear show of the attacker but through the jerking movements, catches sight of Pooler being stomped on again and left on the ground. The assailant manages to get in one final kick before security hits the scene and Pooler fights off the security personnel trying to help him back up. Pooler wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, a smear of blood on it as he shakes his head and mutters profanities to himself.} ----------------------------------------------------------
INVICTUS RULES MATCH
Kevin Evel vs Mike Laszlo
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{ “In Your Fur” starts to play over the loudspeakers and Kevin makes his way through the audience. A spotlight follows him, as an isle opens up through the sea of fans. He leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, smirks, and takes a long drag of his cigar. The audience showers him in boos and disdain, all of which seem to make his smile a little wider. }Vasco Dias: Kevin Evel is definitely a rising star here in IWF but the real question is, is he with the Age of X?
Terri Morasco: It’s hard to tell, honestly, it seems like he has some sort of affiliation with them but it’s not clear.
Vasco Dias: One man who is pretty clearly against GOD is Mike Laszlo, the self proclaimed number on contender.
Terri Morasco: He’s got a pretty good reason to feel like he deserves a rematch.
Vasco Dias: No argument from me.
{ "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to a favored reaction from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, slapping hands with some fans along the isle who outstretch their hands, Alexis by his side holding his other hand. 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. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of cheers. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a smile on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match. }Vasco Dias: The fans have really taken to Mike over the last year as he’s made a complete 180 in his overall character.
Terri Morasco: A lot of people, myself included, used to hate this guy but he’s easily one of the most beloved stars we have right now.
{ The bell sounds and Kevin roars across the ring and looks for a drop kick and nails it! Laszlo crashes against the turn buckles as Kevin rolls back to his feet and starts to fire off elbow shots to the side of Laszlo’s head, one, two, three, four, five and then a twisting lariat! Kevin grabs him by the ears and rips him out of the corner and throws him on his back. Laszlo is quick to get back to his feet and catches Evel with a huge spine buster! }Vasco Dias: Evel came right out the gates with his attack.
Terri Morasco: He’s not wasting any time.
{ Evel rolls out of the ring as Mike chases after him. Mike steps out onto the apron and Evel pulls his legs out from under him and Mike drops face first into the apron. Evel clubs him over the back several times and then grabs him for a leg sweep back first into the guard rails. }Vasco Dias: Evel is looking to punish Laszlo.
Terri Morasco: In the name of God?
Vasco Dias: Hard to say.
{ Evel pulls Laszlo to his feet and whips him down the length of the gurad rails, Laszlo slams into them making the fans jump back. Evel hops up onto the apron and runs down the ring apron and flies off looking for a double knee smash into Laszlo but Mike moves out of the way and Evel crashes and burns. }Vasco Dias: It’s called high risk for a reason!
{ Mike pulls Evel up to his feet and spins him around and whips him into the ring post. Laszlo grabs him for a Northern Lights suplex and slams him into the mat, Laszlo bridges, holds on and brings Evel up to his feet for another suplex and then a third one, this time releasing him. }Vasco Dias: Mike Laszlo with three beautifully executed Northern Lights suplexes.
Terri Morasco: I’m not sure I’ve ever seen one performed quite like that.
{ Mike pulls Evel up and rams him back first into the ring post then grabs him around the waist and hits a release German suplex and slams Evel back of his head first into the guard rails! }Vasco Dias: Ouch!
Terri Morasco: Very nasty.
{ Mike rams his knee into the Kevin’s face and bashes his head against the rails, he does it again and then pulls Evel to his feet. Mike runs Evel down the length of the ring and looks to slam him into the steps but Evel turns and drop toe holds Mike face first into the steps! }Vasco Dias: Brutal!
{ Evel grabs him by the hair and starts to bash his face into the steps over and over and over again. }Vasco Dias: He’s looking to seriously hurt Mike!
Terri Morasco: He doesn’t care about winning, only causing pain!
{ Evel smiles as he gets to his feet and screams “NECESSARY!” Before pulling Mike back up, he takes him by the arm and spins him around and then sends him crashing back first into the steps. Evel backs up and then runs at Laszlo and hits a running drop kick into the chest of Laszlo as he leans up against the steps! }Vasco Dias: He just pinned Laszlo between the steel and his boots!
Terri Morasco: The more I see of Kevin Evel the more I think he’s working with GOD.
{ Evel smiles as he gets to his feet and pulls Laszlo up with him, he walks him down the side of the ring and slams his face into the apron and then kicks him hard in the gut and hits an implant DDT right on the edge of the steel ramp. }Vasco Dias: Evel just dropped Laszlo on his head on that steel.
Terri Morasco: Laszlo needs to get his head back in this one.
{ Evel pulls Laszlo up and looks pile drive him on the steps but Laszlo reverses it into a back drop driver on the ramp! Laszlo staggers to his feet, a bit of blood trickling out of his mouth as he grabs Evel, picks him up and Welcomes him to the CLE!!! }Vasco Dias: WELCOME TO THE CLE!
{ Laszlo pulls him up and whips him into the ring apron. Mike runs at him and clothes lines him against the ring apron then hoists him up on his shoulder and runs him into the guard rails. Mike picks him up and splits Kevin’s legs on the guard rails! Laszlo rears back and clothes lines him hard and spills Kevin into the crowd. }Vasco Dias: Woah! Kevin’s man hood may be a little crushed right now.
Terri Morasco: Yeah he’s going to need some ice.
{ Mike show boats a little before reaching over the guard rail for Kevin who brings a chair up over his head and bashes Mike in the face! Laszlo staggers and Kevin slips over the rail and smashes the chair over his back! He stands the chair up and grabs Mike by the hair and rams him throat first into the top of the chair then picks it back up and slams the chair into the back of Mike’s knees! }Vasco Dias: Evel going back after that leg from last week.
Terri Morasco: You’ll notice that Laszlo has his knee wrapped after that chop block from last week.
Vasco Dias: It’s like blood in the water.
{ Kevin brings the chair down over the chest of Mike Laszlo several times before finally tossing it aside. He pulls Mike back up to his feet and walks him over to the steel ramp. He picks him up and hits a nasty brain buster on the steel ramp! }Vasco Dias: Evel probably just killed a couple dozen of Laszlo’s brain cells.
Terri Morasco: The man is pretty vicious.
{ Evel looks around at the booing crowd and yells “EVEL!” this time before picking Mike up and running him into the apron and rolling him into the ring. Evel rolls in to as Mike tries to get up but Evel crashes into him with the double knees! Evel grabs him again and looks to whip him into the apron but Mike reverse it into a short arm clothes line, he pulls Evel back up and hits a tilt o’whirl back breaker! }Vasco Dias: Laszlo still has some gas left in the tank!
Terri Morasco: He’s got him in the middle of the ring all he needs is to finish him off.
{ Laszlo pulls Evel back up to his feet and hoists him into the air for MALICIOUS INTENT! }Vasco Dias: THIS IS IT!
{ When SAIL hits the pa and the lights go out! }Vasco Dias: WHAT THE HELL!!!
Terri Morasco: IT’S GOD!!!!
{ When the lights come back on Mike Laszlo is laid out with a nasty wound over his right eye, Kevin looks around and smiles before dropping down and covering Laszlo. }Vasco Dias: No dammit!!!
{ ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }Vasco Dias: That son of a bitch!
Terri Morasco: I’m honestly not surprised.
Vasco Dias: I hope Laszlo bashes his freaking skull in.
{ Evel rolls out of the ring laughing as he heads up the ramp, Mike sits up in the center of the ring and extremely agitated look on his face. }----------------------------------------------------------
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”The future is now.”
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{We cut to a video package that begins to play right away.}"Who is Warren Kidd?"
{The screen flickers black and white as footsteps can be heard, and then shown walking down a corridor. Just the feet, the boots clear as day, echoing off the floor.}"Why should we care?"
{The feet seem to be moving in slow motion as the distant sound of the crowd slowly becomes audible.}"Kidd, is something special"
{The noise of the crowd slowl grows louder as the feet seem to pick up speed, the sound of the footsteps slapping off the walls.}"He graduated from Hellview!"
{The crowds cheers begin to build to a huge roar as the footsteps stop, just before the curtain. The person who the feet belonging to, clearly taking a moment to gather themselves.}"Warren Kidd......is the future."
{The opening bass slap of "Around the World" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers rips through the arena and the crowd go nuts, whipped into a frenzy, before the screen fades to black. Slowly red writing gradually appears on the screen.}"The future is now."
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IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Kyle Rodd vs GOD(c)
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{ As we get ready for the Championship match we see Mike Laszlo is circling the ring, Kyle Rodd already waits inside. }Vasco Dias: So it looks like Mike Laszlo has hung around to maybe have a word or two with the champion.
Terri Morasco: I hope he jams his boot so far up GOD’s ass that he isn’t able to shit for a month.
Vasco Dias: Ok then.
{ The somber tones of "Sail" by DevilDriver hit the PA as the arena is plunged back into darkness. An "X" burning in black and white tones is displayed on the screen as a lone spot light appears on the stage just as the song starts to kick into gear, Angel stands there with his back to the crowd, his arms out in the mock Christ pose, The Brothers Black stand with arms folded to either side. Angel turns to face the crowd and they erupt into a chorus of boos as he sneers and heads to the ring in step with the song, The Brothers following behind and Ana by his side. Angel walks up the steps and quickly climbs up the ropes on the outside, he throws out his arms and tosses his coat to the side as he stands on the top rope, arms out stretched and the arena is blinded in light. Angel jumps down and waits for the match to start as the music comes to a stop. The Brothers circle the outside of the ring like wolves. }
Vasco Dias: The tension in the arena right now is literally palpable.
{ Laszlo glares hard at GOD, his face stained crimson from the attack only minutes earlier. }Terri Morasco: Look at him, he can’t take his eyes off Laszlo.
Vasco Dias: Imagine if Laszlo cost him the title here tonight?
Terri Morasco: I’m sure the thought has gone through his head.
{ GOD coldly regards Laszlo who now standing directly in front of the ring, the ramp to his back. }Vasco Dias: That’s a bold stance considering the Age of X is out here.
Terri Morasco: I don’t think he cares.
{ The brothers along with Ana all stand at the other side of the ring, Mason St Croix now appears on the ramp behind Laszlo but he still doesn’t look worried. }Vasco Dias: He’s either brave or stupid.
Terri Morasco: Or both.
{ The bell sounds and GOD explodes out of his corner with a devastating clothes line that sends Kyle Rodd flipping over himself and to the mat. GOD begins to harshly stomp him on the spine over and over and over again. }Vasco Dias: GOD isn’t wasting anytime this week, he must be leery with Laszlo at ring side.
{ GOD pulls Kyle up to his feet and drives several hard knees into his ribs before driving him to the mat with Tara’s Wings. GOD gets to his feet and rips Rodd up and throws him hard into the corner. He drills him in the chest with several boot heels. }Vasco Dias: God is especially vicious tonight.
Terri Morasco: Probably trying to prove a point with Laszlo at ring side.
{ GOD rips him out of the corner with a big hip toss. Kyle tries to sit up but GOD drills him in the back of the head with a stiff kick and then pulls him up into a pulling pile driver! Kyle seems to be completely out of it now as GOD looks to Laszlo on the outside. }Vasco Dias: GOD is locking eyes with his would be challenger.
Terri Morasco: You’ve got to wonder how long Laszlo will be able to stand there.
{ God picks Kyle up and hits another pulling pile driver! }Vasco Dias: Back to back pile drivers from GOD.
{ He points at Laszlo as he pulls Kyle back up and pile drives him a third time! }Vasco Dias: THAT’S ENOUGH!
Terri Morasco: He’s a freaking psychopath!
Vasco Dias: He’s a piece of ****!
{ GOD doesn’t take his eyes off Mike as he pulls Kyle up to his feet, Kyle is barely able to stand and goes down like a sack of bricks to the Genecide Kick! }Vasco Dias: Let it be over!
Terri Morasco: I’ve had enough of this myself.
{ GOD pins Kyle but watches Mike. ONE! TWO! THREE! }Vasco Dias: Well he did it.
Terri Morasco: Amazing win for GOD.
{ God gets to his feet, the belt handed to him, he nods and the Brothers move fast, Croix runs down the ramp. }Vasco Dias: HERE WE GO!
{ Laszlo spins on his heels and drills Croix with a clothes line! He turns and catches Frank with a back drop but Eddie catches him over the back with a axe handle! }Vasco Dias: The numbers game is catching up with him!
Terri Morasco: This is total crap!
{ Eddie starts hitting Mike with everything he’s got when Bob Pooler flies down the ramp and connects with a clothes line on Eddie! Croix is up and looks to go after Bob when RENEE PLEASANT COMES OUT OF THE CROWD WITH A NASTY SPEAR!!!! }Vasco Dias: RENEE PLEASANT IS BACK!!!
{ Mike is up and he rolls into the ring where GOD is on him but Laszlo fights to his feet and the two men start to exchange blows! }Vasco Dias: LASZO HAS GOTTEN TO GOD!
Terri Morasco: LET THEM FIGHT!
{ The fists are flying left and right when Laszlo gets under one of them and pulls GOD in and drives him into the mat with MALICIOUS INTENT!!! }Vasco Dias: LASZLO LAID OUT GOD!
{ Laszlo asks for a mic as the Age of X retreat up the ramp, Pooler and Pleasant begging them to come back for more. }Mike Laszlo: I’ve had enough of the games Angel! Next week I want to face every single person you’ve “defended” your title against in one match and if I win then I get my rematch!!!
{ The crowd goes wild. }Vasco Dias: I don’t think GOD will go for that.
Terri Morasco: Me either…
{ The Age of X stop at the top of the ramp as the crowd pop huge for Jessica Reed who has a mic in hand. }Vasco Dias: It’s Jessica Reed! She’s already rained on GOD’s parade once tonight, will she do it again?
Jessica Reed: That sounds like a great idea Mike! You versus Angel’s last three challengers in a gauntlet match, you win, you get your rematch!
{ The crowd loves it as Jessica Reed smiles and blows a kiss at the four members of the Age of X, specifically Ana who sneers. }Vasco Dias: Well you heard it, a huge match for next week and if Mike wins he gets his rematch!
Terri Morasco: GOD will not be happy when he wakes up.
{ Mike Laszlo grabs GOD’s IWF World Championship and poses over him while Cult of Personality plays. }----------------------------------------------------------
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”It’s over.”
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{“Immortal” hits the loud speakers, as the fans hop to their feet, looking around the spotlight hits on of the exits at the top of the crowd where Xavier Cross is sitting on a railing, drinking a soda. Hopping down, he begins walking through the crowd. He bumps into the popcorn vendor, grabbing the pallet of Popcorn, throwing various bags into the crowd. He stops for a moment, noticing the four man-sized cages on either corner of the ring. Hopping over the barricade, Cross stands there for a moment, looking into the crowd.}Vasco Dias: “Cross giving the fans a free treat, Verona will not be happy about that.”
Terri Morasco: “At this point, I don’t think either man will be happy with the other, but Cross seems a little more focused than he has been in a long time. He can finally get a crack at Verona if he can come out of this with a win.”
Vasco Dias: “But Verona always has a plan. This is nothing else I would expect. Though this is an interesting match, at various times one of the cage doors will open, and an opponent will be released.”
Terri Morasco: “You could lose the match without ever getting a chance to fight.”
{Cross slides into the ring, looking at the referee, who points at his cage. Cross steps around, looking carefully at it. Noticing an electric lock, he pokes at it, before running his hands across the metal. He steps inside the structure as the door lowers itself down, locking. Cross runs his hand across the metal, before leaning against the back wall of the cage structure, lowering himself down in a seated position.}Vasco Dias: “I’d say Cross looks better in that cage than in society.”
Terri Morasco: “That’s a little much, he’s a man on a mission.”
Vasco Dias: “What mission? The guy is a blibbering psychopath.”
Terri Morasco: “Have you looked at our roster lately?”
Vasco Dias: “Cross doesn’t deserve to be here. Plain and simple.”
{“King of the World” he’s the loud speaker, as the crowd rises with a mixed reaction to Roberto Verona, who steps out clutching a microphone in his sleek suit. Looking around, Cross doesn’t move, just staring down at Verona, who paces back and forth on the entrance ramp stage.}Terri Morasco: “This doesn’t look good…”
Vasco Dias: “Shut up! The Boss is about to speak!”
{Verona motions a cut throat, as the music stops.}Roberto Verona: “Cross. You look at home right now, locked away…”
{Shaking his head, Roberto stops pacing as he looks down at the ring.}Roberto Verona: “I hate to disappoint our...wonderful...fans, but there will be no match tonight. There will only be an animal learning a lesson. Xavier….Over the last few weeks you’ve proven yourself. Proven yourself to be a Grade A worthless, borderline insane, waste of space. I’ve tried, tried so hard over the last few weeks to put you in positions to straighten up? You’ve failed week in, and out to overcome things. Notice the lovely streak you’ve been on. You haven’t won a match with this whole insanity schtick...But you’ve now crossed from a careless joke, to a danger of those around you...So if you would...please turn your attention to the big screen behind me.”
{The large IWF-Tron, goes black for a moment, before a basic recording of the Cross family home, flashing blue lights, men in suits. A woman in a pant suit has her hand on the oldest son, Landon Cross. Guiding him to a black car. Each Cross child is crying, and confused as they are escorted away from their home by social services.}Roberto Verona: “You’re not only an unfit competitor Xavier Cross, you’re an unfit parent!”
{The Crowd is silent, in shock staring at Xavier looking for a reaction. Xavier just sits there, his eyes glued to the screen, watching carefully.}Vasco Dias: “Thank god! Roberto Verona isn’t just a business man, he’s a damn good human being!”
Terri Morasco: “...Are you insane? Cross loves his kids! He would never hurt them! This is outrageous, a total classless move by the C.O.O Roberto Verona!”
{The screen goes black once more, as Roberto Verona is standing there. Shaking his head.}Roberto Verona: “I hate to do this...I really do Cross, but you need to learn...You’ve claimed countless times that your children are the most important thing to you. But the fact is, I may not have a degree in psychology, but it’s clear to see. You were never over the fact that your wife died….You couldn't move past it, and this is just a manifestation of stress, and when an animal is backed into a corner, they’re dangerous. Which is why I’ve taken the liberty of having you caged.”
{Cross reaches up, he’s laughing, it’s hollow, and loud. Grabbing the cage, he picks himself up, looking down at the lock. His body is an very strange still, has he keeps laughing. He kicks at the front of the cage, it’s not in panic, more methodical. The referee backs up. As Verona shakes his head.}
Roberto Verona: “Surrender Cross, you’re not getting out of that cage!”
{Xavier steps sideways, kicking the door of the cage again, he’s still laughing. Lunging forward he grabs the cage door, shaking it, over and over.}Roberto Verona: “Enough Cross….Check the lock!”
{Verona points at the referee, who looks terrified to approach the cage, as he slowly steps forward, he leans down looking at the lock making sure it’s still set. Cross reaches out quickly, grabbing the ref by the shirt, slamming his head into the cage. Over, and over. The referee falls back, bleeding and unconcious as Cross starts attacking the cage door until it starts to bend. Leaping into the air he grabs the top of the cage, swinging forward kicking the door off.}Roberto Verona: “GET HIM!”
{The C.O.O of IWF screams into the microphone as security charges down to the ring. The laughing has stopped, Xavier looks like a rabid animal, standing in the center of the ring. As it’s surrounded by security personnel. Cross darts, looking back and forth, as one guy slides in, Cross runs kicking the man in the head, turning his attention to another coming in, Cross goes toe-to-toe with the man, sending rights and lefts backing him into a corner. Another charges from behind, Cross throws an elbow hitting the man. He’s brawling, taking many of the security personnel. Eventually Cross is overwhelmed, Verona carefully walks down the ramp, pointing at the fallen body of Cross, as many of the security guys start hitting Cross with night sticks, Venora leans into the ring, looking at Cross who despite getting beaten isn’t flinching, he’s staring down Verona who looks a little unsettled.}Roberto Verona: “It’s over Cross. Over!”
-Fade to IWF Logo-
Well howdy there pardner.