Monday Night Sacrifice December 1st 2014

[Angel Blake]

Monday Night Sacrifice
Monday 1st December, 2014

1 RP limit, deadline Midnight GMT Sunday November 30th.
On Air Segment deadline is 6PM GMT Monday December 1st.
Order to be determined by role plays, Main Event given as a reward for hard work; unless angles, necessitates or a particular ending require otherwise.
Handlers who are not booked are strongly advised to submit segments for the show to continue their character development. Those who want to be booked can request a match on the basis that one of the competitors will write it to prevent the staff becoming over-extended.
Men's Training Grounds matches (in yellow on the card) will contribute to a separate power rankings each week (victory over a main roster member will earn double points). At the end of each month the two competitors with the most points will compete for the right to face the Invictus champion at the pay per view the following month. If more than two competitors are joint first they will compete in a multi-man match, if more than one competitor is second they will compete in a multi-man match where the stipulation is chosen by the competitor who tops the rankings.

MONDAY NIGHT SACRIFICE

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Mohamed Al-Thani vs "Hungry" Jack Swanson vs "Ghost" Rory Tombs

SINGLES MATCH
Reneé Pleasant vs Eddie Black

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Jack Gaither vs John Henry Holiday vs Death

SINGLES MATCH
Alex Jones vs Kyle Mason

TAG TEAM MATCH
Felicity Fade & Rayne vs Sunshine Sparkles & Alice Blake
w/ Firenze Everett on Commentary

SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Warren Kidd

TAG TEAM MATCH
Mike Laszlo & Seth Evans vs Judas Aliah & The Sentinel

[Nikki Michaels]

{ IWF Sacrifice opens this week with the COO of the IWF, Roberto Verona, standing in the ring with a microphone, waiting for the noise to slowly die down as the fans are eager to see their favourite, and least favourite, stars in the ring tonight. }

Roberto Verona: Welcome everybody to another edition of Monday Night Sacrifice!

{ The crowd begins to cheer wildly. }

Roberto Verona: And what a show we have in store for you today, right off the back of a very eventful event this past weekend, Survival of the Fittest. New stars were born and perhaps more importantly, old forces of malevolence were laid to rest. Finally, IWF has been unchained from the festering influence of Angel Blake and all of his merry band of sycophants and it is my pleasure to finally complete a journey I began almost five years ago. IWF is now fully under my stewardship from top to bottom, no longer will a sadistic British billionaire play with the careers of our roster to undermine me, no longer will a egomaniacal blasphemer book himself into favourable positions and run around with our most prestige male belt. Now there is one, and only one, overarching influence on this company and I fully intend to complete my vision, starting with Training Grounds.

{ The crowd cheer as a graphic displaying the Training Grounds logo and pictures of the roster begin to play on the tron. }

Roberto Verona: This week some of the brightest stars in the business will begin to compete as members of our brand new developmental division and begin their first steps on the path all the greats of pro-wrestling have had had to tread. Each week we will showcase our very best hot prospects and give them the platform upon which they can either sink or swim, allowing them to develop into the stars of tomorrow.

{ The pictures continue to run through all the new faces in IWF. }

Roberto Verona: Each week, all our male developmental stars will compete in a power rankings system which will determine the competitors who, at each pay per view, will compete in a number one contenders match to determine the next challenger for the IWF Invictus Championship, redeemable the following month. To encourage our stars to prove themselves against the recognised members of our main roster I am pleased to announce that any victory over a main roster member will be awarded with double points towards the Invictus power ranking.

{ The crowd cheers as Verona continues. }

Roberto Verona: This week will officially start this exciting new division and I look forward to seeing what each of the stars of tomorrow have to offer, but of course, the future of our business cannot truly be envisioned without looking into our past. Notably, the Age of X…

{ The crowd erupts into boos as Verona raises a hand. }

Roberto Verona: I know, I know, you’re not alone in wishing to have seen the back of this unit of liars and cheats, but if they’re going to insist on sticking around I think it’s only right that they put their bodies on the line, as per their contracts. Take Ana Valentine for instance…

{ The boos grow louder at Ana’s name. }

Roberto Verona: Ana has often proclaimed that she is twice the woman of many of her opponents, so I think it’s about time we put this to the test. Next week, Ana Valentine will get to show the world whether it was worthwhile following Angel Blake when she competes in a handicap match against the Ruby Championship number one contenders Firenze Everett and Felicity Fade.

{ The crowd cheers as Roberto continues. }

Roberto Verona: Let’s not forget your friends though, after all they invested so much energy into Angel they deserve their dues too. Take Mason St Croix, he likes to think of himself as a fighting champion and a man of integrity, let’s see if he has any left after he completes a show long set of laps around the arena next week. Don’t worry though Mason, you won’t be alone, you’ll be joined by the cheerful Brother’s Black, that is if Eddie manages to survive this week when he faces Reneé Pleasant.

{ The crowd cheer again. }

Roberto Verona: And last, but by no means least, we come to you Angel Blake…

{ Suddenly the arena erupts into boos. }

Roberto Verona: Allow me to pre-empt you Angel, I can happily announce that you are not entitled to any re-matches for the Imperial Championship but, because I knew him so intimately, let me make a deal with you one last time. I hearby dictate that the only person who can grant you a re-match, and entirely by his own terms, is the new Imperial champion, Mike Laszlo!

{ The crowd pops at Mike’s name, chanting for their new hero as the camera pans to a legion of his adoring fans at ringside. }

Roberto Verona: I am sure if you ask nicely he might be persuaded to listen to you but if I were you, I’d pucker up those lips and do what you do best and talk your way into a title match rather than out of one. Welcome back to earth my fallen God, it’s going to be my pleasure to clip your wings in the coming weeks.

{ Roberto smiles as he drops the microphone and his music plays again and the show goes to a commercial break before we return for the first match of the evening. }

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SEGMENT
"Praise Qater"

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{البث التالية هي نيابة عن أمير رويال قطر

Praise Qatar
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Praise Al-Thani!

The video cuts to the pair of Sports agent Divine along with the newest member of IWF, Mohammed Al-Thani. Al-Thani is sporting a custom made Armani tuxedo which glistens in the shot while Divine is wearing all black trousers, jacket and shirt with a Qatari flag pin badge. Both are looking at the camera as Divine takes her glasses off, while Al-Thani keeps his sunglasses on. The live cam feed of their nations capital Doha can be seen as they purposefully show the gulf state as a place to go and see.}

Divine: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Divine. I am the number one sports agent in the Middle East. I have been a part of the gradual rise of athleticism in the Middle East from our successful bids for the IAAF World Athletic championships, to the FIFA World cup. I am here excited on behalf of the fantastic Emir that has run our great nation to introduce to you the man you seen earlier tonight. A man who has won Wrestler of the year in our great nation three years running, A man who is a bloodline relative to the emir. A man who is part of a family worth 300 billion American dollars….And he has the money to showcase that.

{Al-Thani nods}

Divine: For over the next few weeks you will see special segments funded by the Emir of my latest client travelling the west. Taking in your culture, your people, your ways of life and how they can be intertwined with the great Gulf States. My client personally has asked this so he for his own eyes see what the world in the west is like.

{Al-Thani and Divine nod to each other.}

Divine: We one day dream to host on behalf of the Emir one show of yours in our great nation. My newest client however wants me on his behalf to personally reach out to your audience. Please do not see us as terrorists. Please do not see us as anti-Christian pro religious psychopaths. We do not impose our ways on you and we do not wish for you to do the same to us as a mark of respect. Do not see us as a threat because of our faith, because of our skin colour and because of our heritage. We condemn the unfortunate loss of innocent lives at the hands of monsters all over the world. So please when you approach us….Do not fear us. We are your friends.

{Mohammed nods right in front of the camera.}

Divine: And now to speak for the very first time, the newest member of the IWF family who will welcome you with all arms….My client…Mohammed Al-Thani!”

{Mohammed takes his sunglasses off as the camera focuses him on he stares down.}

Al-Thani: إخواني وأخواتي. الوقت لصعود لنا كأمة يخشى الآن. لم تعد لدينا علاج والسم من أجل المال، ولكن سنكون الرياضيين متفوقة في جميع المسابقات. بينما الغرب نقاتل بعضنا بعضا، نحن نقوم بتدريب بعضهم البعض، والمحبة بعضهم البعض، وجعل لنا قوة عظمى جديدة متحدين كأمة واحدة. أنا في الغرب لفضح كيف الفقراء لأنها أصبحت، كيف العنصرية متفشية مع جميع الطوائف بصرف النظر عن الأبيض، وكيفية التمييز هو مثل المرض، وكيف أنها لا تدع أي شخص يحصل على فرصة. عائلتي، والوقت هو الآن للهيمنة واتخاذ السلطة بعيدا عن الغرب !!

{Divine applauds Al-Thani.}

Al-Thani (Broken English): Praise….Qatar….Praise Emir….Praise Al-Thani!

{Divine licks her lips as she smiles while gradually turning her head back at the camera.

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WE ARE COMING}

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Mohamed Al-thani vs "Hungry" Jack Swanson vs "Ghost" Rory Tombs

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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Doha, Qatar – Mohammed Al-Thani!

{Mohammed looks back to the crowd, spitting venom at them as his manager eggs him on. He flashes his hands as if he were holding money. The house lights go out as "Seizure of Power" begins to play. "Ghost" Rory Tombs steps out onto the entrance stage and raises his arm as a black spotlight shines down on him, illuminating his skull face paint. The spot light follows Rory as he runs toward the ring, slapping a few hands along the way.}

Alison Valance: From Brighton, England, Rory Tombs!

{He slides in under the bottom rope and sprints to the corner and climbs up onto the ropes. Ghost holds out his arms to the audience and rocks out, getting the crowd pumped up.}

Vasco Dias: I can’t stand this guy. He has yet to make his mark in this company, and it all stems from him trying to throw his body around like a rag doll. Technical wresters will forever be the most successful of the bunch.

{The voice of Hungry Jack comes over the arena speakers and yells “Who's Hungry!” “All You Can Eat” by The Fat Boys then starts to play as Swanson makes his way down the ramp stepping in time to the beat.}

Alison Valance: From Las Vegas, Nevada, he is “Hungry” Jack Swanson!

Terri Morasco: Look at the size of that man! He is huge!

Vasco Dias: My word! He might eat these two for his first dinner!

{When he reaches the ring he climbs the steps and enters over the top rope. He continues to bob his head to the music until it ends. The referee checks all three men for foreign objects, before signaling for the match to begin.}

Vasco Dias: And we are underway!

{Rory Tombs quickly charges Hungry Jack, throwing bunches into the big man’s gut. He runs towards the ropes, and throws his body at Hungry Jack, only to hit ground hard after running into the charging brick wall! Al-Thani watches Jack gesture his hand as if he were eating cereal, and quickly sweeps the leg out from the big man by kicking it out. Al-Thani throws his hands up into the air, the crowd jeering the Middle Eastern.}

Vasco Dias: It has not taken long for these people to find out they hate Mohammed.

Terri Morasco: He better be careful though. The second Hungry Jack gets back up to his feet, he is going to be-

Vasco Dias: Hungry?

{Al-Thani wisely targets the legs of Swanson, keeping the big man at bay. Rory Tombs, after slowly recuperating from the meeting he took with Hungry Jack, charges Al-Thani and clocks him in the head with a Running Elbow. Al-Thani stumbles into the corner, but is able to move out of the way when Ghost leaps at him, missing on a Splash in the corner! Tombs holds onto his midsection, slowly turns towards Mohammed, who nails him with a running European Uppercut that sends Tombs to the mat!}

Vasco Dias: Excellent counter there by Mohammed Al-Thani, and he is now in control of this match!

Terri Morasco: I wouldn’t be so sure about that!

{Hungry Jack has managed to get back to his feet. Al-Thani quickly tries to maintain dominance by giving a couple of uppercuts to the throat of Swanson, until one is finally caught by the big man. He throws down the arm of Al-Thani, before dropping him with three quick jabs to his jaw, nailing a 3 Course Meal! Jack hooks the leg for the win!}

One!

Two!

Thr-!}

Vasco Dias: A kickout by Al-Thani! That looked like it was about to be it right there folks!

{Hungry Jack, knowing he has to stay on the offensive prowl, points to the turnbuckle, which the crowd pops to, as the want to see Swanson leap off the turnbuckle onto Al-Thani. Jack makes his way up to the second rope, yells “Who’s Hungry!?!” and takes his leap of faith, only for his 400 lbs. body to land hard onto the mat.}

Vasco Dias: Counter by Al-Thani! Swanson should have known better than to try and do something like that with his size!

{Hungry Jack tries to get to his feet, but he is dropped by Rory Tombs with a Shining Wizard! Rory Tombs looks to gain his first victory, but his quickly grabbed by Al-Thani, who will be having none of that. He places Ghost in between his legs, hooking both of his arms. Up goes Tombs, and down he goes from a Tiger Driver! Mohammed with the cover!

One!

Two!

Thre-!}

{Tombs is able to kick out of the move, barely avoiding another loss. Al-Thani looks at the referee, screaming at him for not counting faster. His face begins to turn incredibly red from anger, which costs the Middle Eastern, as the second he turns around, Hungry Jack lifts him up for a Sidewalk Slam!}

Terri Morasco: Sidewalk Slam by Jack Swanson! This could be it folks!

{1....2...Althani kicks out, Swanson can't believe it, he stands up and grabs Al thani throwing him out of the ring to the floor, he turns around and jumps in the air splashing Ghost to the mat 1.....2.....3!}

Vasco Dias: Swanson wins!

Terri Morasco: Great Debut

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SEGMENT
"BLISSfully Ignorant"

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{Backstage cameras show Bliss Riley arriving for Sacrifice, as she makes her way through the parking lot, Jake Keeton at her side and a gym bag slung over her shoulder, her attention is caught by someone calling her name. She turns to look back slightly and sees a small, slight figure waving a hand out to her with a paper and pen in her hand.

Bliss appears slightly confused for a moment and Jake smiles, noting the girl is wanting an autograph. As the young girl reaches them, her black hoody pulled up over blonde hair, strands of which blow about her face, half shadowed by the deep low hood she is wearing. The hiding of her face seems suspicious only until she looks up and shakes the hood back a little.

A young girl of about nineteen grins widely, panting to catch her breath as she waves her hands excitedly with the paper and pen.}

Girl: Miss Riley... I'm your biggest fan....

{Jake smiles and pats a hand on Bliss' shoulder before turning and walking towards the arena, leaving Bliss to have her moment. Bliss smiles herself and takes the paper and pen from the girl who stands in front of her...}

Bliss Riley: Oh thanks... Uh, who should I-

{As Jake disappears behind the now closed door, Bliss' question is cut short as the girls face changes and she lunges forward, tackling Bliss to the ground she wraps her hands into the IWF diamond's hair before slamming the back of her head off the pavement. Bliss, caught entirely off guard by the attack from the so-called fan, holds the back of her head, lying on the concrete dazed.

The girl stands up and back away a little, she spits at the ground next to where Bliss is lying with a scowl, before wiping the back of her hand over her mouth, taking a deep breath.}

Girl: Oh, you'll know soon enough...

{The commotion has drawn the attention of security who begin to move across the parking lot at some speed as they notice Bliss is on her back on the concrete, the girl backs away further, flipping her hood back over her head before taking off running, gone and around the corner before security can reach the scene.}

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HARDCORE MATCH
Renee Pleasant vs Eddie Black

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{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, Amber Richards by his side, smirking at the crowd as a chorus of cheers rise up.

Reñee shrugs and walks down the ramp with purpose, he jumps up onto the apron and holds down the middle rope for amber before he 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 Monasco: Renee and Amber appear to be showing a united front

Vasco Diaz: They have plenty to celebrate and i'll wager Renee is looking to take a little of that pound of flesh he still feels he is owed....

{ Respect by Avenged Sevenfold hits the pa as Frank and Eddie Black walk out onto the stage. The two brothers look around before hyping each other up and running down to the ring and sliding in, they pop up to their feet and double high five with their arms crossed over each other in an before turning to the crowd and yelling. }

Vasco Diaz: How comfortable is Renee going to be with Frank at ringside around Amber?

Terri Monasco: Well.... That's apparently not going to be a problem?

{Renee takes Amber's face in his hands, he kisses her and nods his head off to the side at which point Amber vacates the ring and, walking around it, makes her way up the ramp towards the backstage area. Eddie stands across the ring and laughs slightly waving goodbye to Amber before smirking at his brother...}

Alison Valance: Ladies and Gentlemen, there has been a change in tonights match... Tonights match is a Hardcore Rules match, scheduled for One Fall!

{The crowd go nuts, but the change is clearly news to Eddie as he turns around to question the referee but it met with a loaded right hook from Renee, the glint of brass knuckles shining down the camera lens as Renee throws his full weight behind the shot. As Eddie hits the mat, the official turns and calls for the match to begin.}

Terri Monasco: Renee has no intention of playing fair!!

Vasco Diaz: Why the hell should he?!

{Frank tries to storm the ring but Renee is ready for him, with his left hand he grabs Frank around the throat, dangling him over the top rope so his toes graze against the floor Renee squeezes tighter and tighter around the throat of Frank before rearing back and slamming the brass knuckles into the bridge of Frank's nose, shattering the bone and dropping him to the floor outside.}

Terri Monasco: What the hell!! Frank isn't even involved in the match!!

Vasco Diaz: And now he DEFINITELY wont be, Renee is just levelling the playing field Terri...

{Renee turns into a chair shot to the face from Eddie, who has picked himself back up and though a little unsteady on his feet, slams the chair back into the face of Renee on quick succession several times until he knocks the big man off his feet. Frank the jams the edge of the chair down into Renee's ribs over and over, each shot hitting with a thud as though Eddie is hoping to crack a few ribs in the process.

Renee reaches into his boot and there is a flash of silver followed by an explosion of blood from the back of Eddie's hand, he is forced to drop the chair, pulling back screaming... the official drops down to check Renee's hand and finds a small amount of barbed wire wrapped around Renee's own bleeding knuckles...}

Vasco Diaz: Renee came here to do damage tonight!

Terri Monasco: This is completely unfair!!

Vasco Diaz: Fair?! Since when have the Blacks played by the rules???

{Renee rolls himself back up to his feet, wrapping his hand tighter around the wire he bites down his own yelp of pain, raking his knuckles down the face of Eddie, ripping his skin open so blood pools and drips from his hairline... Eddie rears back and then spits his own blood into Renee's eyes! Temporarily blinding him!}

Vasco Diaz: Eugh! That's disgusting!

Terri Monasco: Hardcore rules.. All's fair...

{Renee wipes frantically at his eyes, dropping the barbed wire in the process.... Eddie Black unrolls the barbed wire and lunges it back before literally whipping Renee's back with the weapon, he rears back, pulling the wire away and taking bits of Renee's shirt and flesh with it, before whipping it against Renee again, tearing the mans back apart. Renee screams in pain but turns, ripping the wire from Eddie's hand and tearing it out of his own back, the throws it down onto the mat before feeding Eddie the Dead Man's boot...

Eddie stumbles but doesn't go down, as he bounces off the ropes, Renee tries to take him down on the bounce with a DDT, but Eddie counter and flips Renee over his shoulder, the force required though, sends eddie down back first onto the discarded barbed wire, eliciting his own screams of pain.}

Vasco Diaz: This is just a blood bath!

Terri Monasco: We can't tell Renee's blood from Eddie's any more!!

{Renee rolls out of the ring, slowly and wincing with his back, he reaches under the ring and begins pulling a table out... Renee begins setting the table up outside the ring and as he does, Eddie begins to peel himself off the canvas. Renee, facing away from the ring leans on the table to catch his breath and in that moment doesn't spot Eddie who literally suicide dives over the top rope driving both men straight through the table in pieces on the outside!!}

Terri Monasco: OH MY GOD!!

Vasco Diaz: Both men are down! They aren't moving.... This could be it!!

{The official begins to count... 1.... 2.... Eddie and Renee both start to move, 3.... Renee rolls onto his knees and grabs the apron pulling himself up on it, 4... Eddie closer to the steel steps, uses them to pull himself up ascending them with a slow crawl... 5.... 6.... Renee just manages to roll under the bottom rope... 7... Eddie reaches the canvas outside, rolling under the bottom rope just as the official reaches an 8 count!}

Vasco Diaz: That was close!

{Renee slowly gets to his feet, he marks Eddie as his opponent slowly starts to stand also, Eddie sways on his feet and tries to take a moment to clear the haze, but no time is afforded as Renee wrenches Eddie forward and takes him down with the Primal Scream! Allowing him no time to recover Renee swings Eddie around and bouncing him off the rope he uses that momentum to launch Eddie over the top rope and through the shards of broken table with the Random Act of Violence!!}

Vasco Diaz: the RAV!! The RAV!! Right over the ropes and through what was left of that table...  

Terri Monasco: Surely Eddie has nothing left?!

::: ENDING ONE RENEE WINS :::

{Renee rolls out of the ring, lifting Eddie up her throws him over his shoulder before pushing him through the middle ropes into the ring, Renee steps over the top rope himself before dropping for the sweep of the leg... 1.... 2..... 3!!}

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SEGMENT
"Present and Accounted for"

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{Nikki Michaels glances up to a knocking on her make-shift office door for the week. As the door opens she looks surprised to see Kayla Richards standing in the door way, dressed in a large long black hoodie and baggy blue jeans, her long hair pulled back into a ponytail}

Nikki Michaels: Kayla?

Kayla Richards: You left a message... Something about needing to see me?

{Kayla folds her arms across her chest in an agitated way, shifting from foot to foot as though inpatient with the meeting before it has begun.}

Nikki Michaels: Uh... Yes, we... I've been worried about you - 

Kayla Richards: WHY!? what are you, my mother?

{Kayla snarls at Nikki who looks a little taken aback, she moves from behind the desk and reaches out to touch Kayla on the arm but Kayla aggressively pushes Nikki away from her, slinking back towards the doorway in the same movement.}

Kayla Richards: Don't touch me.

Nikki Michaels: Ok... Sorry... Uhm, Kayla, you need to show up for your physical, it's three weeks over-due I have rearranged it for next week.

{Kayla slides a paper from her back pocket and pushes it at Nikki with narrowed eyes.}

Kayla Richards: I've been cleared... Is that everything or am I grounded too?!

{Nikki glances over the paperwork, quickly noting there is nothing she can question on it, signed off by an Athos Corp. physician who are registered for physicals. She shrugs slightly and shakes her head sadly.}

Nikki Michaels: No Kayla.... Just... If you need anything.

Kayla Richards: If I need anything you will be the LAST person I come to... ok?

{Kayla turns and walks out the office as she rounds the corner she stops and glances up at Ana who has obviously been stood there waiting.}

Ana Valentine: Well?

Kayla Richards: Nothing... You were right, she's just nosey...

Ana Valentine: You better not have fucked that up Kayla, I swear, you'll go back, just ONE wrong look...

{Kayla's eyes shift to the ground and she hugs herself quickly shaking her head.}

Kayla Richards: No.. No... I-I Understand now.... I'll be good... I promise.

{Ana pauses for a moment and eyes Kayla with disgust before pushing past her and then signalling for her to follow.}

Ana Valentine: You had better.... For your own sake!

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Jack Gaither vs John Henry Holiday vs Death

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{The familiar screech of an eagle is heard, and a burst of pyro goes off as Rage Against the Machine's "Bulls On Parade" kicks into high gear. Within the plumes of white smoke, a lone spotlight shines brightly as the figure of Jack Gaither appears on-stage, his head covered by a gleaming silver mask featuring blue and gold trims on all sides. Wearing a sports jersey and all silver tights with a pattern of gold and blue flames on both sides--not to mention blue boots with silver tassels--the "Golden Eagle" quickly springs down to ringside, high-fiving random folks along the way. As he approaches the ring, Jack takes off his mask and gives it to a lucky fan. A cannon goes off just as the lights come back on en masse.}

Vasco Dias: The happy go lucky Jack Gaither...the golden eagle!

Terri Morasco: He has a fan following building Vasco...

{Save a Horse(Ride a cowboy) By Big and Rich blast over the P.A. John walks from the back to the top of the ramp where he waves and as he has a big cheesy rich grin on his face. He two steps as he makes his way down the ramp sometimes shaking hands with a few people before he gets to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and goes between the ropes. He throws up the Texas Long Horns as he stands in the middle of the ring.}

Terri Morasco: This guy is richer than should be fair....

Vasco Dias: And he's a hell of an athlete Terri...

{We’re Not In Kansas Anymore plays through the speakers, much to the displeasure of the crowd. Coming through the crowd is The Apocalypse, led by Jebediah Crowe. The five of them hop over the fence, with [the participant(s) in the match name here] sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring. Jebediah takes a chair that was near the announcer’s table and sets it up in his respective corner. The other members of The Apocalypse stand around him, ready to interfere at any time.}

Vasco Dias: This group is intimidating....

Terri Morasco: And the most intimidating man in the group...the huge man known as Death is the one competing tonight..

{The bell rings and Jack Gaither walks around the ring clapping his hands getting the crowd behind him, Jack turns and comes face to face with Death who tilts his head and Jack takes a few steps back, Holiday comes from behind with a hard clothesline. Holiday points and laughs before looking up at Death who steps forward, Holidat backs away and slides from the ring before he reaches in his hat and pulls out a money clip with a huge amount of cash in it, Holidat slides back in and offers it to Death. Death slowly looks over at Jebediah who shakes his head, Death slaps the money clip away and grabs Holiday by the throat.}

Vasco Dias: Did...did Holiday just try and bribe Death?

Terri Morasco: Apparently!

{Before Death can chokeslam Holiday Gaither comes flying in slamming into Death and attacking the huge man with shots, Death grabs Gaither and throw him back across the ring with one arm. Holiday stands shocked at the big mans strength and as Death turns his back on Holiday to go after Gaither Holiday runs in slamming his forearm into Death who stumbles forward, Holiday grabs Death by his hair and lays in some hard right hands over and over before adding some headbuts, Death staggers back into the corner and Holiday stays on the attack, Gaither comes up from behind and schoolboys Holiday 1....2..Holiday kicks out. }

Vasco Dias: Gaither almost stole one!

{Gaither rolls to his feet after the kickout, Holiday is still on all fours, Gaither runs up and leaps off Holidays back with a dropkick planting his feet into Deaths chest, Death drops to a sitting position in the corner and gaither gets back up and hits a hesitation dropkick on Death again. Gaither pops to his feet and ducks a clothesline from Holiday, he leaps up and hits a headscissors before clapping his hands again.}

Terri Morasco: Gaither is pumped up!

Vasco Dias: He's sticking and moving!

{Death pulls himself up and runs in hitting a hard big boot to Gaither taking him down, Holiday gets to his feet and Death grabs them both by the throat hitting a double chokeslam, Jebediah nods and gives Death the signal, Death picks John Henry Holiday up into the execution(crusifix powerbomb) he hits it and pins 1.....2....3}

Vasco Dias: Beward the rise of apocalypse......

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SEGMENT
"The Crowe Cometh"

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{The scene opens up to Jebediah Crowe, rocking back and forth in a wooden chair. The lighting is a grayscale, adding more to the eerie surroundings. Crowe is reading from a book, the Bible to be exact, as a smile stretches across his face.}

Jebediah Crowe: The wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness.

{Laughter. Crowe shuts the book close, placing it in his lap. Rocking – back and forth, back and forth – as he slowly turns his head towards the camera. From the darkness comes Death, the near seven foot wrecking ball, and Fury, the flashy trash talking high flyer. The two stand behind the chair of Crowe, looking straight at the camera, their masks hiding their faces.}

Jebediah Crowe: For those in the Imperial Wrestling Federation, you have seen what I can do.

{Crowe gestures his hands towards Fury.}

Jebediah Crowe: Fury. He has the speed, the agility, the flash. He has the cunning, the venom, the vocabulary. How can you stop him? He will sweep all of your idols off their feet in a blaze of glory.

{Crowe places his hand down, then gestures his other towards Death.}

Jebediah Crowe: Death. Single handedly the most feared man your eyes will ever behold. How do you plan on killing a man that is the killer himself!?! He will send all to eternal damnation that do not follow me.

{Crowe sets his hands down and rises up from the wooden chair.}

Jebediah Crowe: I have begun The Apocalypse of the Imperial Wrestling Federation! And the best part of it all, is there is more to come…

{Crowe walks up slowly, creepily towards the camera. He places his hands on the camera, jamming his face front and center of the lens.}

Jebediah Crowe: The next week, my third sign shall be revealed. And then, I will have all the pieces I need for the final sign – to unleash The Apocalypse on the world!

{Crowe walks back towards his chair, taking his seat. The sound of the rocking chair is all that can be heard until the screen fades to black, Crowe’s voice in a whisper being heard.}

Jebediah Crowe: Bow down before your God.

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SEGMENT
"Helms is still a troll"

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{We cut back to the ring, as the lights have dimmed, before a spotlight focuses on ring announcer Alison Valance}

Alison Valance: Ladies and Gentleman I have a important message for all of you, From a superstar who returned just last week....Ladies and Gentleman from Toronto, Ontario, Canada........Trent Helms!

Packed My Bag Night, In-Flight
Zero Hour 9 AM

{Rocketman by Me First and the Gimme Gemmes begins to play as the arean erupts into cheers}

Vasco Dias: Great, This guy...

Terri Morasco: You know you loved it when he used to be our broadcast partner in the first days of IWF!

Vasco Dias: I love it like, I love watching the Human Centipede movies....

{The music continues to play as the fans are in a frenzy waiting for Trent to come out, But suddenly the music stops}

Alison Valance: Who regrets to inform you, He will not be here tonight!

{The crowd begins to boo loudly at the announcement}

Vasco Dias: Best News I've heard all night!

Terri Morasco: Looks like he's played us all again, and here I was hoping he was coming over here, So I could quietly chuckle to myself at how angry he would make you...Oh well, Let's get back to the action.

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SEGMENT
"Better Man."

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{ Backstage a young African American man in a wheel chair rolls himself down the hall until he spots a group of production workers standing around. One of the production workers looks down at the young man who smiles up at him.}

Man: Excuse me fellas my name’s Walt Jenkins, I’m a friend of Mason St. Croix and he gave me this pass.

{Walt holds up the tag hanging from a lanyard around his neck that reads “VIP Pass”.}

Walt Jenkins: Do you know where I can find him?

{One of the workers points towards a door with the Age of X logo plastered on it and Walt nods his head before wheeling himself over to the door and knocking. Frank Black opens the door and snarls at Walt.}

Frank Black: Who tha hell are you and what tha hell do ya want?

Walt Jenkins: I was looking for Mason St. Croix, I’m a friend of his.

{The door slams shut and you can hear Frank through it.}

Frank Black: Hey Mase, they’s some cripple at the door askin’ for ya.

{A few moments pass and Mason opens the door, dressed in street clothes due to not having a match, and steps out into the hall pulling the door behind him but it doesn’t close all the way.}

Mason St. Croix: Walt? What are you doing here buddy?

{Mason extends his hand and Walt shakes it.}

Walt Jenkins: I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while but I haven’t been able to get ahold of you and then I remembered that you gave me this VIP Pass and told me to stop by a show sometime so here I am.

Mason St. Croix: Well it’s good to see you, sorry I’m not booked tonight so you could see me wrestle.

Walt Jenkins: Dude with the shit you been pulling these last few months I don’t wanna see you wrestle. You’re my friend Mason, but those guys you’re running with, they’re scum.

{Mason’s eyes drop to the floor and he’s silent for a moment.}

Mason St. Croix: You don’t know them, you don’t know him, I owe GOD my life.

Walt Jenkins: Come on dog, that dude ain’t God and you know it. He’s a clown. I ain’t here to argue with you about who you’re running with though. I’m here hoping that the man I spent four years becoming friends with while we were fighting in a hot ass desert is still in there somewhere.

Mason St. Croix: You know I am Walt, I really haven’t changed as much it might seem.

Walt Jenkins: That’s good, cause I wouldn’t want that guy I’ve been seeing on my TV as my best man, but I would like the real Lt. Colonel Mason St. Croix to be my best man.

{Mason smiles widely at his friend.}

Mason St Croix: It’d be an honor Walt.

{They shakes hands once again.}

Walt Jenkins: Glad to hear it, I wouldn’t want anyone else standing next to me on a day like that brother. I’m gonna go join my family at ringside and enjoy the rest of the show and we’ll catch up afterwards.

Mason St. Croix: Sounds good, I’ll see you then.

{Walt goes to roll away but stops and looks back at Mason.}

Walt Jenkins: You should think about the other stuff I said though, you’re better than that.

{As Walt wheels himself away Mason turns to go back into the Age of X locker room and the pair of eyes that were peeking out the door quickly disappear.}

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SINGLES MATCH
Kyle Mason vs Alex Jones

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{Blues Saraceno - 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. 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.}

Vasco Dias: Kyle Mason has been up and down in IWF since bursting onto the scene almost six months ago...

Terri Morasco: The guy is talented and kicks like a mule but he's been so distracted...

{The lights shut off as the start of "All rise" by Wovenwar comes on, white strobe lights flash with the drum beat of the opening until, 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. 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.}

Terri Morasco: Alex has been moving around behind the scenes quietly over the last few months but loo at who he's beaten..Xavier Cross, Renee Pleasant and KLB just to name a few....

Vasco Dias: I get this bad feeling Alex is planning something big Terri....

{The bell rings and Alex and Kyle move around one another, Alex bounces on the balls of his feet and Kyle gets in a muay thai like stance getting close, Mason ducks and shoots in on Alex who hooks Mason's arms, Mason shoves Alex into the corner and drills his shoulder into his midsection, over and over again. Mason steps back as Alex is hunched over, grabs the top rope and starts to lay in stiff kicks to Alex's midsection. After a few kicks Alex catches Mason's leg, he trips up Mason's free leg and as Mason falls Alex slides over the top into a side headlock, Mason rolls onto his stomach and pushes up elbowing Alex in the ribs, he pushes Alex into the ropes who whips back with a shoulder block, Mason lands on his back and rolls as Alex runs to the ropes. Mason gets to his feet and goes for a hiptoss, Alex flips forward and lands on his feet spinning around face to face.}

Vasco Dias: Interesting start here...

Terri Morasco: They seem about even to start this off....

{Kyle and Alex stare each other down, Kyle throws a hard low kick to Alex's thigh, he hits another and another before stepping forward and going for a higher shot to the ribs, Alex catches Mason's leg and hits a hard forearm before spinning him around into a reverse waistlock, he picks Mason up and slams him face first before spinning over Kyle's body and slapping him in the back of the head. Alex pushes off the floor and gets to his feet letting Kyle up. Kyle gets to his feet and shoots in again taking Alex down, he slams in a few hard elbows before pulling Alex up and hitting the violent party combo, the final elbow sending Alex out of the ring. Mason sprints across the ring and leaps out with a suicide dive landing on Alex and hitting a tornado ddt on the floor.}

Vasco Dias: Kyle Mason with the Tokyo Drift!

Terri Morasco: He just spiked Alex headfirst into the ground

{Kyle waits for Alex to get up and goes for a yakuza kick, Alex slides into the ring to avoid it, Mason gets onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope, he leaps up and off with a springboard clothesline, Alex leaps in the air with a dropkick hitting Mason sending him down and out of the ring. Alex runs and leaps over the top rope with a summersault plancha to the floor onto Kyle. Alex pops up and puts a fist in the air before grabbing Mason and rolling him into the ring. Alex climbs to the top rope and leaps off with the spiral tap! he goes for the pin 1.....2....Mason kicks out. Alex gets to his feet and calls for the flashback, he runs up and leaps in the air, Mason rolls escaping it.}

Vasco Dias: Mason rolls out of the way!

Terri Morasco: That was so close.

{Alex hits a low kick then a higher one to the ribs, Mason stumbles back into the corner, Alex runs in and leaps at Mason for a splash but Kyle moves at the last second causing Alex to crash against the turnbuckle, he spins around leaning on the ropes as Kyle runs in with a running big boot to the face, Alex falls to the mat on all fours and Kyle runs to the ropes and leaps up going for his variation of the curb stomp, Alex too is able to rolls out of the way and kip up to his feet, Alex leaps up and hits the AJ Guri to the back of Mason's head sending him down, both men stay on the mat as the referee counts 1.....2.....3.....4...Alex starts to move.....5......6......7......8 Kyle starts to move.....9....both men get to their feet.}

Terri Morasco: This is a very even match Vasco...

Vasco Dias: I have no idea who is going to win....

{Alex hits a hard right hand, Mason takes it and fires back with one that makes Alex drop to a knee, Mason grabs Alex by the head and goes foe the quickening, Alex gets bent back but throws himself backwards kicking Mason in the back of the head causing him to fall forward on his knee's, Alex gets to his feet and leaps in the air hitting the flashback curb stomp, he crawls onto Kyle for the pin 1.....2.....3}

Terri Morasco: Jones wins a hard fought match

[Nikki Michaels]

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"Breaking Point."

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Terri Morasco: Ladies and Gentlemen we’ve got a big match…

{Suddenly the crowd begins booing loudly as The Brother’s Black come through the curtains pushing Walt Jenkins in his wheel chair.}

Terri Morasco: That’s Mason St. Croix’s friend Walt Jenkins.

Vasco Dias: Oh my God, what do they have in mind?

Terri Morasco: I don’t know Vasco but you can bet that it’s not good. That man is a war hero.

{Eddie Black begins slapping Walt in the back of the head while Frank pushes the chair and the former soldier struggles but appears to be strapped to his chair, the camera zooms closer to show leather belts wrapped around Walt.}

Terri Morasco: It looks like they have used their belts to hold Mr. Jenkins in his wheelchair.

{Frank wheels Walt over to the edge of the stage and motions like he’s going to push him off and the crowd boos loudly.}

Vasco Dias: They can’t be even considering this it’s at least an 11 or 12 foot drop.

Terri Morasco: That kind of fall would be devastating.

{Suddenly Mason St. Croix comes flying through the curtains and levels his stablemate Eddie Black with a forearm shot and then turns his attention to Frank who runs forward trying push Walt into Mason but Mason stops the chair and dives at Frank with a Thesz Press and begins bouncing his head off the steel stage as the crowd goes nuts.}

Vasco Dias: Mason St. Croix has snapped, GOD’s not going to like this a bit.

Terri Morasco: He’s defending his friend.

{While Mason is still slamming the back of Frank’s head into the cold steele, Eddie is able to recover from the blow that Mason had delivered and grabs the handles of the wheelchair and runs forward rolling Walt off the stage, a large explosion occurs and sparks fly asthe cameras shoot to the faces of the crowd are horrified in silence.}

Terri Morasco: That’s one of the most despicable things I’ve ever seen in wrestling. Eddie Black just pushed a disabled war hero off a 12 foot high stage!

Vasco Dias: I’m speechless.

{Mason looks up as smoke rolls from the edge of the stage. He let’s Frank go and his face goes pale white as he doesn’t see Walt. Mason runs to the edge of the stage to see his friend lying amongst the destroyed production equipment. Mason rushes down the ramp then hops off and runs to where Walt is as medics arrive on the scene. The look of sadness on Mason’s face turns to rage as he looks up to see the smiling faces of his now presumably former Age of X partners. He considers going after them but instead stays by Walt’s side as the medics work frantically to free him and get him to a hospital.)

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Felicity Fade & Rayne vs Sunshine Sparkles & Alice Blake
w/ Firenze Everett on Commentary

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{Red lights start flashing as “Mz. Hyde” by Halestorm starts playing and Firenze Everett walks out, a red spotlight will shining on her as she walks down with a smirk on her face toward the crowd who boos her rather loudly.}

Vasco Dias: And look who’s joining us for our upcoming tag team match.

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one of the two number one contenders for the IWF Ruby Title … FIRENZE EVERETT!

{She walks and simply revels in their reaction toward her as she slowly walks over to ring side where a chair awaits her for commentary and she takes a seat, an even bigger smirk as she sits next to Vasco Dias, putting on her headset and maintaining her eyes on Terri Morasco.}

Firenze Everett: Hi Terri, how are you? Did you manage to get that coffee cleaned up?

{Terri simply ignores Firenze’s prodding as Firenze takes a seat}

Firenze Everett: Ahem … that wasn’t a rhetorical question.

{Sunshine's Music "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows" hits and she skips out onto the stage, she gives herself a BIG hug before skipping down the ramp, she stops to stick gold stars on random fans and gives them thumbs up as an A FOR EFFORT!!}

Vasco Dias: I think she’s talking to you Terri.

Terri Morasco: I heard her.

Firenze Everett: And what the hell is this, an extract from the Teletubbies or something?

Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, first, introducing SUNSHINE SPARKLES!

{She then runs up the steps and jumps over the top rope into the ring awaiting her tag team partner as the crowd begins to cheer as the opening bars of 'Her name is Alice' by Shinedown hits the speakers.

Alice steps out onto the stage.

Alice turns to look to the side and appears to briefly converse with someone only she can see before, with a small laugh, Alice skips down the ramp and pauses to high five out stretched hands, a small excited giggle escaping her with every slap.}

Firenze Everett: And people wonder why I call this bitch crazy.

Terri Morasco: But you have to admit she’s great in the ring.

Alison Valance: And her tag team partner, from Essex, England … she is ALICE BLAKE!

Firenze Everett: Oh sure … she’s great losing to me.

{Alice climbs the steps and grabs the top rope, springing over it she lands with a gentle thud, both feet firmly planted in the center of the ring, she hops onto a turnbuckle and blows kiss before dropping down and taking a casual seat on the middle rope to await her opponents as Sunshine gives her a big hug to which she is a bit reticent but accepting of it.}

Terri Morasco: Well, that’s one half of this match up as we await their opponents, including one of the number one contenders to the currently vacant Ruby Title.

{The crowd is dead silent when…

”WELCOME TO THE GUN SHOW!!!!”

The crowd pops big as the yellow pyro goes off and Rayne steps out through the curtain with the devil horns held high over her head. Rayne nods her head and slaps the hands of some of the fans as she walks down the ramp. She steps part way up onto the steps and throws up the devil horns again as yellow pyro bursts from the ring posts. She steps into the ring and looks around as the fans continue to cheer.}

Alison Valance: And their opponents, first, from San Jose, California, she is the Head Bitch In Charge … RAYNE!

Firenze Everett: This is disgusting, look at the bitch, pandering to these people … she just doesn’t get what this business is about. And at her age, you’d think this old hag would get it.

Terri Morasco: I think the fans make this business.

Vasco Dias: That’s your opinion.

Firenze Everett: Exactly, nothing more than that.

{"ALL THE RIGHT FRIENDS IN ALL THE RIGHT PLACES
SO YEAH, WE'RE GOING DOWN"

As "All the Right Moves" by One Republic continues to play, the lights dim and several flashing pink and blue strobe lights, while a bright white spotlight shines on the stage area. It does not take long before Felicity Fade shows up on stage along with her best friend and manager Razz. As Razz looks on Fade raises one arm high in the area with her index finger pointing up. She brings it back down kisses the index finger and touches her backside with it as Raz start to quickly put his hands together, applauding Felicity Fade. She then turns around, with her back now facing the red carpet covered ramp. She takes several steps backwards, towards and down the ramp as Razz keeps applauding her and talking to her she nods, before turning around and now facing the ring.}

Alison Valance: And her tag team partner, from Chicago, Illinois … she is the second number one contender for the IWF Ruby Title and a member of the One Percent, accompanied by her manager Razz … FELICITY FADE!

Firenze Everett: And look, here comes the queen of the sellouts.

Terri Morasco: She’s not a sellout, she’s had quite some issues about being allied with the One Percent and she’s made that quite clear.

Firenze Everett: Oh wah wah wah, call her what she is, she is a sellout! She needs to admit it to these people and to herself because she’s not fooling anyone with this nonsense about just buying into an opportunity but being all mamby pamby about it.

{She makes her way to ring side, Fade takes her time and makes her way around the ring followed by Razz. As she reach back to the starting point Raz races up the steel steps only to sit down on the middle rope and raise the top rope. Felicity Fade makes her way up the steel steps and enters the ring. She opens up her arms and moves closer to the ropes staring at the crowd, before bringing down her arms. She turns around and make her way to the next side of the ring where the commentators are sitting with her arms wide open. Before she turns her back on the crowd, she drops her arms and make her way to the other side of the ring and once again her arms are wide open as she stares right into the camera as Razz looks on applauding his friend. She kisses her index finger and touches her behind with it. The lights in the arena returns to normal as her theme song "All the Right Moves" slowly fades.}

Terri Morasco: And here we go, Felicity Fade and Rayne versus Sunshine Sparkles and Alice Blake!

{The bell rings as the match starts with Felicity Fade and Sunshine Sparkles starting things off as Fade puts Sparkles in a headlock}

Terri Morasco: Now I have a question for you Firenze as Felicity Fade puts Sunshine Sparkles in a headlock, what is your deal with the Diamond’s Division?

Firenze Everett: My deal?

Terri Morasco: Yeah, what exactly have you got against all the Diamonds of IWF there Fire.

Firenze Everett: First off, it’s Ms. Everett to you, secondly it’s …

{As Fade tries to maintain the headlock locked in, Sparkles gets out of it and Fade manages to run toward the ropes and clotheslines Sparkles down. She once again goes toward the ropes and bounces back as Sparkles gets up again only to be hit with another clothesline. Sparkles gets up once again as Fade bounces off the ropes again and this grabs Sparkles by the neck and hits a DDT! Cover}

1 …

2 …

{But Sparkles kicks out right before 3}

Terri Morasco: And a near fall.

Firenze Everett: Well, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. What I have against them is that they are talentless hacks in my view. Look at what we have in the ring right now, we have two delusional psychopaths who honestly belong in an insane asylum in one corner, in the other corner, we have a slut and a sellout. What exactly is there to respect?

{As Sparkles is down, Fade tags in Rayne who is eager to get into the match as the crowd cheers her on. Sparkles starts to get up and Rayne quickly meets her with some lefts and rights as Sparkles is forced to retreat in her corner taking this beatdown as Alice Blake tags herself in. Rayne clearly sees this as Sparkles steps out of the ring and Alice Blake quickly grabs hold of Rayne and tries to take her back into her corner but instead Rayne quickly reverses the move and whips her into the corner where Felicity Fade is ready to be tagged in again. Rayne tags in Fade who comes in and grabs Blake to suplex her right into the middle of the ring}

Terri Morasco: Look at the great talent in the ring and how well they compete. You have Alice Blake, a great competitor in her own right and then the woman who could very well be the next Ruby Champion, Felicity Fade.

Firenze Everett: The corporate sellout? Are you getting fresh with me Terri?

Terri Morasco: Not at all Miss Everett.

Firenze Everett: You’d better not be. Tell her who I am Vasco, TELL HER!

Vasco Dias: Ms. Everett, you are the next IWF Ruby Champion, no question about it.

Firenze Everett: Thank you very much!

Terri Morasco: I … another cover!

{Fade covers Blake as the referee begins his count}

1 …

2 …

{Another kick out!}

Firenze Everett: Does that bother you Terri? It’s simply the truth, this corporate sellout isn’t going to be capable of beating me. Although she should bring along Razz to the match, we all know how well it worked out for her last time we were in the ring together.

{Fade gets up and tags in Rayne who is already on the top rope and quickly performs a moonsault right from the top rope and connects against Alice Blake}

Vasco Dias: That’s gotta hurt!

Terri Morasco: But can she capitalize? This could help her get some momentum back into the Ruby Title picture.

Firenze Everett: You just don’t get it do you Terri, you keep up this aggression against me and it could be you and me in the ring right now!

Vasco Dias: Easy now Ms. Everett.

Firenze Everett: You said it, I’m the next Ruby Champion and you know it and these people know it! And I’ll call it, Alice Blake is down and Rayne is ready to cover her but I think she’s going to finish her off!

{Rayne starts to try and grab Alice Blake who drags herself off toward the corner and just barely manages to tag in Sunshine Sparkles who quickly comes in only to be met by a Sit Down Powerbomb from Rayne!}

Terri Morasco: And I think that’s it!

Firenze Everett: Brilliant insight Terri, thank you for being so informative.

{Rayne covers Sunshine Sparkles as the referee begins his count}

1 …

2 …

3!

Terri Morasco: And we have our winners!

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of this match … FELICITY FADE and RAYNE!

{“Gun Show” by In This Moment starts playing over the speaker system as Felicity Fade steps into the ring along with Razz as the two women and Razz raise their hands in victory. At ring side, Firenze gives them a golf clap, sarcastically applauding their victory}

Terri Morasco: Isn’t that impressive, what a great victory!

Firenze Everett: Oh sure Terri, they beat two losers I could’ve beat by myself in a one on two handicap match! Terri, you’re looking at the next Ruby Champion and if next time I’m out here you’re not more respectful to me, I have no problem with dragging you by your hair into that ring and making mince meat out of you.

{Firenze starts to get up and throws her headset at Terri clearly in an act of aggression toward her as Vasco looks on a bit perplexed as to what to say. Firenze then walks off in anger completely ignoring the victors in the ring as Felicity Fade and Rayne only eye her a bit as she walks off}

Vasco Dias: Clearly a woman who has a chip on her shoulder.

Terri Morasco: I don’t get what her problem is with me but … whatever, Felicity Fade and Rayne win this match up tonight as we inch closer to the Diamonds Are Forever pay-per-view!

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"Motivations"

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{"All rise" by wovenwar blasts over the PA system as Alex Jones emerges for the second time tonight this time in street clothes, he makes his way down to the ring and leaps onto the apron before stepping between the ropes, he grabs a mic as the music dies down.}

Vasco Dias: I wonder why Alex is back out here...

Terri Morasco: We saw him out here earlier facing Kyle Mason....

{Alex stops in the center of the ring and looks around with an arrogant smirk before starting.}

Alex Jones: You know, for months now people had asked me the same question time and time again. Why haven't I cashed in the Joker in the pack briefcase to face Angel for the IWF World title.....And you know I gave answer after answer after answer and most of them were true to a certain degree....but I couldn't give the whole truth or a full answer until this moment....

Vasco Dias: What is he talking about Terri?

Terri Morasco: I have no idea

{Alex lowers the mic for a moment as the fans start to make less noise.}

Alex Jones: I had to wait till Angel lost the world title. See I watched Mike Laszlo and Xavier Cross fumble around and looked at Kyle Mason and Seth Evans and I wondered if this day would ever come, see I have wanted to get in that ring with Angel for months...but my motivation was never the world title....and if I had of cashed the shot in?....then those motivations would be twisted....

Vasco Dias: What does he mean?

Terri Morasco: I....I think he just wants Angel...

Alex Jones: I have my own reasons for wanting to face you, and they are far from that belt. I want that title and one day I will cash in my shot and become the champion but until then....you and I have some business we need to take care of. You and I have a long long history, we've been tag team partners, friends, brothers, enemies...we've taken years off each others careers and...well lives.......but now, now I have another reason to face you...and next week you'll look in my eyes and find out....

{"All rise" hits again as Alex moves around the ring before throwing the mic to an official.}

Vasco Dias: Wow...Alex Jones vs Angel next week?...one on one?....

Terri Morasco: That is a pay per view quality match Vasco...I'm excited...

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SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Warren Kidd

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{The lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd with the barest hint of a smile on his face. Walking down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle while raising his left hand above his head as the crowd chants "Best in the World."}

Vasco Diaz: The wrestling machine is hot off his victory at Survival of the Fittest and will be looking to keep his momentum going

Terri Monasco: Lets hope Kidd squashes the little show off in record timing...

Vasco Diaz: What is your problem Terri? He turn you down for a date or something...?

{The lights go out as the drums of "Counting Bodies Like Sheep" kick in, the tron flickers to life. A modified version of Warrens previous video now littered with iconography of Judas Alliahs "truth" Warren Kidd walks out onto the stage wearing a plain black hoodie with the hood up. He drops to his knees on the ramp placing his hands together in a fist on his forehead, before extending his arms outwards his palms up towards the sky. He them climbs to his feet and makes his way to the ring.}

Vasco Diaz: And here comes 'Brother' Warren as he is so-called now..

Terri Monaso: Also hot off a victory this is set to be an intense match!

{Kidd instantly takes advantage of his size clubbing his hands down with hard fists to the collarbone of Nighthawk, Warren manages to land several of these clubbing shots to his opponent before Nighthawk is forced to stumble back and grab the ropes. Kidd smirks and charges Nighthawk who grabs the top ropes and pulls himself up smashing the soles of his feet into the chest of Warren with a hard double kick, before using the elevation advantage to pull back into a modified swinging neckbreaker, crashing Kidd down onto the canvas with force.

Nighthawk the rounds on his fallen opponent going for a standing dropkick but gets nothing but mat as Kidd manages to roll out the way, Nighthawk is visibly frustrated as he rolls back to his feet, dropping down into an armbar, he twists Kidd's limbs at an unhealthy angle but not a single utterance of a scream can be heard as Kidd struggles to free himself....}

Vasco Diaz: That has GOT to hurt...

Terri Monasco: Warren Kidd is a machine!

{Kidd manages to wriggle free just enough to grab the ropes, forcing Nighthawk to break the hold. Kidd rolls up onto his feet, shaking out his arm and smiles slowly, as though the shooting pains caused by the hold bring him some measure of pain, before charging Nighthawk out of nowhere! Kidd's huge shoulder drives Nighthawk into the ring post with a thud..

Kidd rears back and then rams his shoulder into the gut of Nighthawk again... and again! The referee yells at Kidd to back off, who slams his full weight into the ribs of his opponent one last time before backing off with his hands up, laughing a little. Nighthawk slumps down to the mat, holding onto the middle ropes to keep himself steady he pulls back to his feet near immediately though...}

Vasco Diaz: Nighthawk showing remarkable resilience! 

{Nighthawks reprieve is short lived though as with a smash, he is nailed with the Kidd Kick! Nighthawk's head snaps back looking as though it could be ripped clean off as Kidd yanks him out of the corner launching him to the matt with the 'Packs a Punch' before dropping down for the cover....

1....

2....

KICK OUT!

Kidd slams his hand down on the mat in annoyance, pausing to argue the count with the referee as Nighthawk pulls himself up onto his feet and out of nowhere comes back with The Deliverance! Rolling Kidd into a pin of his own..

1....

KICK OUT!}

Vasco Diaz: both men are getting frustrated now...

Terri Monasco: This has been a hellacious match so far...

{Nighthawk's own frustration begins to show as he turns around into a lock up, both men attempt to bear down on the other, Kidd having the obvious size advantage tries to push down on Nighthawk, but the smaller man is quick on his feet and several snapping kicks to the ribs of Kidd force him to let go, stumbling back for breath, favouring his now red raw left side of the abdomen...A sweep of the legs followed by a sharp elbow to the back of Kidd's neck sends him face first into the canvas - Nighthawk quick as ever locks in the Hangman's Clutch! Kidd tries to fight against the move but the more he struggles the tighter Nighthawk pulls until Kidd's muscles are so taught they could very well snap, with no means of escape, Kidd submits to the move, the official calling for the bell as Nighthawk releases the hold.}

Vasco Diaz: And Nighthawk's nights just keep getting better and better....

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SEGMENT
"It's not over"

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{Demi Gods - Lab Rats feat VAST and Slim Jim blasts on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out.}

Vasco Diaz: And we are apparently about to be joined by the new IWF Diamond's Champion...

{Amber Richards steps out onto the stage in her street clothes, the title over one shoulder and a mic in her hand. Amber shakes her flowing black hair back as the crowd pops, cheering wildly for their new champion, Amber's music begins to die down and she smiles, wetting her lips as she raises the mic...

Before she can begin, she suddenly hits the stage and tumbles forward about half way down the ramp, standing behind her now in her place, is Ana Valentine, a baseball bat in hand which it quickly becomes apparent was shunted into the back of Amber's head. Ana throws the bat off the side of the stage and slowly makes her way down the ramp.

Amber slowly pulls herself up into a sitting position, but Ana reaches her and swoops down, pulling the mic from the floor where amber dropped it before leaning over her opponent laughing into the mic as she kicks Amber square in the face knocking her back down.}

Ana Valentine: What... You all thought you were going to get a celebration?! YOU MAKE ME SICK!

{Ana again slams her foot into the face of Amber Richards, narrowing her eyes as she leans forward and yanks the belt from the shoulder of the fallen Diamond's Champion. Ana then turns her back on Amber to hold the title up and show it to the crowd who boo wildly.}

Ana Valentine: This... This means NOTHING! Not whilst it rests on the shoulders of a liar... a fraud... You think she is your hero?! You cheer her name and lust after her, drooling baffoons lining around the corner to watch another meat sack do MY puppet dance unawares... You're idiots... Despicable.... Disgust-

{Amber Richards pops up behind Ana and tackles her down face first, planting Ana's face against the belt as it hits the stage... the mic flies down the ramp as the two begin to trade blows.... Security rushes down and breaks the two of them up.... Forcing Amber up the ramp they hold her off at the stage whilst the hold Ana down by the ring.

Ana grabs the mic from down by her feet... The belt lies between them on the ramp, neither able to reach it through the wall of security holding them back...}

Ana Valentine: You think you're better than me?! You think one FLUKE makes you a Champion... Then PROVE it! Diamond's Are Forever - You and Me Stairway to Hell.... 

{Amber nods her head, laughing at Ana who appears more irate than anything by her reaction as the crowd cheers and whoops at the challenge.}

Terri Monasco: Well, the gauntlet has been lain..

Vasco Diaz: And Amber Richards doesn't seem to be going anywhere!

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Mike Laszlo and Seth Evans vs Judas Aliah and The Sentinal

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Allison Valance: This next contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for 1 fall.

{All of the lights flicker out throughout the arena and turquoise tinted lights quickly replace while the opening guitar riff of “Blow Me Away” begins to play through the speakers. A roar of cheers rings from the majority of the fans in the arena and from the way that the camera does see them, it doesn’t appear that one single person is sitting in their seat; Seth emerges from behind the curtains dressed in his loose leather pants with the Halo symbol on his left leg. He lifts his hand above his eyes to block the blinding light from him to take a moment to look at the entire crowd, and smiles and nods his head in approval for the reception that he receives. Not moving from his spot at the top of the ramp, he brings his hands to his chest and jumps up and down a few times as if to get the blood flowing before finally landing, and hunching for a moment before breaking into a sprint; while sprinting down the ramp he slaps hands with many of the fans on one side of the front row but as he reaches the end of the ramp, he centers himself before taking a long jump and landing one foot on the apron, showing off his athleticism, and his hands reach forward to grip the rope and steady himself on the apron. Both of his hands grip the rope tightly before shaking the rope to fire himself up and quickly stepping between the top and middle rope, and breaking again into a sprint to one of the turnbuckles. While standing in there basking in the praise, he extends his arms out for several seconds and finally brings his hand in to pound his chest twice, and finally steps down from the turnbuckle to wait for the match to begin.}

Allison Valance: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 210 pounds, ‘The Guardian of IWF’…. Seth Evans!

{"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.}

Allison Valance: His tag team partner…… Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds… the BRAND NEW IWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…….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. 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.}

{"In the Air Tonight" by nonpoint plays as A spotlight falls from the ceiling as "In the Air Tonight" begins to play. Out from the curtain steps Judas, who scowls at the audience with disdain. He stretches his arms out to his sides and looks up into the spotlight before walking towards the ring, ignoring the taunts from the audience. Alongside him The Sentinel comes wearing a cloak and walks directly to the ring stepping over the top rope, he pulls his cloak off and waits emotionless in the corner.}

Allison Valance: And their opponents, at a total combined weight of 585 pounds, the team of Judas Aliah and the Sentinel!

(As the bell rings to start the match both teams seem very cautious, Judas Aliah instructing his Sentinel to stay on the ring apron as Seth Evans starts the match for his team. Almost as soon as he does so Judas Aliah heaves Seth Evans into the nearest corner and then moves back into the center of the ring, yelling at the self-proclaimed “Guardian of IWF” that he wouldn’t “dream of breaking a rule”. Cocking his head quizzically as though he can’t understand the challenge in front of him Seth steps back into the center of the ring and is immediately forearmed in the face by Judas Aliah and then whipped into the ropes where he ducks underneath another forearm attempt and lands a gorgeous standing dropkick which does not take the 300-pounder off of his feet. Hitting a leaping forearm to the head followed by a trio of chops Seth Evans can’t seem to budge the Invictus Champion and quickly tags out to Mike Laszlo.}

Vasco Dias: The world champion in now!

Terri Morasco: Mike is fired up

{Laszlo quickly comes in with a standing dropkick before tagging in Seth Evans as they both try and take Judas Aliah over with a double vertical suplex only to be rebuffed and countered as Judas Aliah suplexes them both. Instructing the Sentinel to come in both men immediately pick up their opponents and whip them into the ropes, each man looking for clotheslines. But as they go for it both Mike Laszlo and Seth Evans duck under the clothesline attempts and land stereo dropkicks which send Judas Aliah and the Sentinel to the floor. Glancing at each other they each go for dives, Mike Laszlo taking out the Sentinel with a tope suicida as Seth Evans lands a tope con hilo on Judas Aliah.)

Terri Morasco: WOW DOUBLE DIVES

Vasco Dias: I have never seen Mike Laszlo do that....

Terri Morasco: He's not really a high flyer...I wonder why he did that...

Vasco Dias: Trying something new I guess Terri...

(Rolling Judas Aliah back into the ring Seth Evans goes for another frankensteiner only to be caught with a gorgeous powerbomb right into the nearest set of turnbuckles. Reaching out to tag in the Sentinel Judas Aliah gets a running start and lands a rib-crushing senton before rolling to the floor. Picking up Seth Evans by the hair the Sentinel lands a forearm shiver to the side of the jaw before hitting him with a two-handed chokeslam and covering for a long 2-count. Tagging Judas Aliah back in the Sentinel moves to the outside of the ring.)

Vasco Dias: Judas back in the ring, he's so dangerous

Terri Morasco: He's been a great invictus champion...

{Judas picks Seth up for a scoop slam, after he lands Judas dops a hard elbow and another and another before Judas drops to his knees and puts his arms out to the sides with his palms facing up. Judas calls for Evens to get up, as he does Judas hits a hard mafia kick he calls the lust taking Seth down, Judas taunts Mike Laszlo who stands on the apron shaking his head, Laszlo swipes at Judas who just laughs, Seth pops up to his feet and leaps in the air with a spinning heel kick taking Judas down.}

Terri Morasco: Oh Seth with a kick!

Vasco Dias: He needs to tag in Mike

{Both Seth and Judas crawl towards their corners, Judas tags in the huge man known as the Sentinal as Seth makes the tag to Mike Laszlo, the crowd pops as the new world champion flies into the ring hitting the Sentinal with right after right staggering the big man, Laszlo hits the ropes and the sentinal goes for a clothesline, Laszlo leaps up and superkicks Judas out of the ring, he turns around and ducks another right from the sentinal, he leaps up and rolls around the sentinals body locking in Alexis' submission move the entanglement!. The Sentinal strains and screams not wanting to give up, Judas gets onto the apron and looks as if he's about to get in the ring, Seth Evens comes flying over kicking Judas to the floor and sliding out of the ring, the Sentinal has no choice but to tap!}

Vasco Dias: Wow...Mike Laszlo makes a statement...his title win was no fluke!

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SEGMENT
"Rematch."

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{ The lights go out as “Sail” by Devildriver hits the PA. }

Vasco Dias: It’s the FORMER IWF Imperial Champion, Angel Blake, we’ve been waiting all night to hear what kind of excuse he has for us after losing the championship to Mike Laszlo just one week ago at Survival of the Fittest.

Terri Morasco: I’m sure it’s going to be both tasteless and full of threats.

Vasco Dias: As most things he has to say are.

{ The spot light hits the stage where the former champion is no standing, no theatrics, just a sour look of disdain on his face as the crowd boos him. }

Vasco Dias: Angel doesn’t look terribly happy tonight.

Terri Morasco: I bet, he just ate every single word he ever uttered about being god.

Vasco Dias: And then some, he tapped out to Mike Laszlo, Angel has never tapped out in his fifteen year career.

Terri Morasco: Quite an accomplishment for Mike Laszlo.

{ Angel doesn’t even register the fans as he walks down the stage by himself, no Age of X, no Ana Valentine. He slowly walks up the steps and climbs into the ring. The music dies down as he is handed a microphone but the lights stay dim. }

Angel: Seven days ago the unthinkable happened, a man, a simple man made God tap out…

{ The crowd pops huge at that remark and begins a “YOU TAPPED OUT!” chant. }

Angel: A man brought God to his knees and made me see the light… He made me see exactly how SOFT I had allowed myself to become. I should have vanquished you when I had the chance, ended your career and left you crippled in a hospital bed!

{ The crowd starts to boo as Angel seethes. }

Angel: For bringing my error to light I must thank you Michael. I must thank you for reminding me that in the IWF, in the Age of X, only the strong survive. Survival of the Fittest and there is NONE more fit than I!

Vasco Dias: Really?

Terri Morasco: You tapped out!

Vasco Dias: He is insane!

{ Angel sneers as he looks about the arena. }

Angel: The baying masses continue to heckle me, cheer the names of my enemies but soon they will be brought into the light with me. You see Michael, when I was the head of booking I wrote and signed my own contract. Stipulated in no uncertain terms that IF I were to ever lose MY championship that I would get a rematch at a time of my choosing regardless of what Roberto Verona or the Board of Directors thing.

Vasco Dias: What!? He can’t do that.

Terri Morasco: I’m not sure he cares what he can or can’t do.

Angel: And I’m choosing next week! So Michael, if you’re half the man you think you are you will put MY championship on the line, you will answer MY challenge and then you will fall.

{ The crowd pops at the idea of a rematch but the heckling doesn’t stop. }

Angel: And rest assured Michael, MY Championship is coming back to where it belongs, around MY waist, safely within the Age of-

{ “Cult of Personality” hits the pa to a huge pop as Mike Laszlo pops out from behind the curtain, Imperial Championship strapped around his waist and a huge smile on his face. }

Vasco Dias: Mike Laszlo has had enough!

Terri Morasco: Me too!

{ He smiles as the music fades. }

Mike Laszlo: “Your” championship? I’m sorry, maybe the lack of blood to your brain caused some short term memory loss but YOU TAPPED OUT!

{ Huge pop. }

Mike Laszlo: Not only did I make you tap out in the center of the ring I over came the odds. Beat the Age of X as well as Judas and his minion. And there is no amount of history rewriting you can do to change the facts. In fact, why don’t we just play the footage from last week to remind you!

{ Mike looks up to the giant screen as footage plays of Angel tapping out to Mike Laszlo and then Mike Laszlo celebrating with the Championship. }

Mike Laszlo: Looks pretty clear cut to me. But you know what, I want to be a fighting champion, I want to be someone the people can look up to. If you work hard, believe in yourself, you can even make a God tap out! So you want a rematch next week? Fine, you’ve got it!

{ “YES! YES!” }

Vasco Dias: Did you hear that!? Next week we’re going to have a rematch for the Imperial Championship. Mike Laszlo will defend against Angel!

Terri Morasco: That’s awesome!

Mike Laszlo: But let’s go ahead and make this match interesting. See, I know you’re going to do everything you can to get this belt off of me, I know the Age of X will surround the ring and interfere no matter what so why not just go ahead and invite them to ring side…

Vasco Dias: What?

Mike Laszlo: And I’ll invite three or four of my own friends and we’ll have ourselves a LUMBER JACK MATCH!

{ Another huge pop for Laszlo as Angel looks on unamused. }

Angel: Done.

Mike Laszlo: Good because I wasn’t giving you a choice, I was telling you what it’s going to be.

Vasco Dias: Strong words from the new Imperial Champion.

Terri Morasco: Absolutely, but the question remains, will he be able to do the impossible and beat Angel twice?

Vasco Dias: I don’t know. Imagine if he made him tap out again?

Terri Morasco: I think would just go ahead and retire at that point.

Vasco Dias: One can hope.

{ Suddenly the face of Roberto Verona pops up onto the screen with a big smile on his face. }

Roberto Verona: I’m sorry to burst your bubbles but neither of you make matches. Angel you want a rematch and Mike is willing to give it but here’s the thing. Next week Angel is taking on Alex Jones and IF he is able to beat him THEN and only then may he have his rematch.

Vasco Dias: What!?

{ Angel looks pissed as Laszlo sort of laughs to himself. }

Roberto Verona: Good luck, Mr Blake.

{ The screen goes black as the crowd cheers. }

Vasco Dias: Angel doesn’t get an automatic rematch! He’s got to go through Alex Jones first!

Terri Morasco: That’s huge news!

Vasco Dias: Make sure to tune in next week folks, it’s going to be a big night!

{ “Cult of Personality” hits the pa as Laszlo drops the microphone and unstraps the belt. He holds it high over his head as the crowd cheers, Angel stands silently watching as the show comes to a close… }