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"Making Demands"
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{We cut backstage to find Alex Jones stepping into Roberto Verona's office. Alex stands with his arms crossed just staring. After a few moments Verona clears his throat and looks up.}Roberto Verona: Can I help you?
Alex Jones: You can tell me who my opponent will be in the Heir to the throne....
Roberto Verona: Your what in the what?
{Alex leans down close and smiles}Alex Jones: My opponent for Heir to the Throne....stop playing around Verona....
{Roberto clears his throat and shifts his eyes}
Roberto Verona: Well. This is awkward....Alex you're not in Heir to the Throne.... although you do have an opponent tonight, Kyle Mason.
Alex Jones: What!?
Roberto Verona: You lost. Not only did you lose, you lost to Renée Pleasant and allowed the Imperial Championship to fall into the hands of a total degenerate.
Alex Jones: I suggest you reconsider....
Roberto Verona: I suggest you leave, if you know what's best for you. You don't have anybody to distract me this time.
{Alex and Roberto get face to face and Alex just nods and smirks before backing away, clearly pleased with himself.}----------------------------------------------------------
HEIR TO THE THRONE QUALIFIER
SINGLES MATCH
El Guernica vs Marco Keller
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El Guernica defeats Marco Keller. Guernica put on a high flying display which ad the crowd in total awe of the rising talent, using his pace and speed to outwit and out match his opponent Marco Keller. Keller got a few hits in but he couldn't keep up with his opponent who eventually dispatched him.
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SEGMENT
"Dragons vs Machines"
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{As Nighthawk stands in front of a IWF banner in the back of the MEN Arena in Manchester, England getting ready for another interview with Allison Valance Alex Jones and his wife Ana walk in front of him. Glaring a hole through the "Black Dragon" Nighthawk tries to get him to move out of the way so that he can have his scheduled interview.}Nighthawk: Really, Alex? This is what you're going to do with your time?
Alex Jones: You mean...whatever I want?
Nighthawk: You know what I think? I think someone needs to humble you. And I think i'll be that man. Next week, you and I. But a 1-fall match won't solve this. 2-out-of-3 falls with each fall having a 1-hour time limit. See you soon, Champ.
Alex Jones: Ha...he thinks we'll need an hour....or more than two falls....
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"Wait, what?"
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{Scene opens on a close up shot of someone looking at their watch. As the camera pulls back, we find Mercedes Vargas backstage and in her wrestling gear, even though she is not even scheduled to compete tonight following her victory against Fiona Williams in qualifying for the Heiress to the Throne last week. Her attention is equally divided between checking the time and watching tonight's Sacrifice on a wall-placed monitor across from her. For what seemed like the fifth take, she anxiously looks at her watch again, growing even more frustrated by the second.}Tiffany Jones: Mercedes, what are you doing? And what's all this?
{Backstage interviewer Tiffany Jones steps into the shot, her expression completely puzzled.} Mercedes Vargas: What does it look like I'm doing? Now stop trying to cut in line, chica, there's a lot of people ahead of you.
{The camera pulls back even further now to frame both women. We see that Mercedes is amongst cardboard cutouts of the Bombshells Division, sans Ana Valentine.}Tiffany Jones: Mercedes, there's nothing but cardboard cutouts of the Diamonds division. Well, almost the entire division.
Mercedes Vargas: I'm only doing what Ana said. I'm ready for her this time. OH YEAH! Look, I got my gear on, I've got my ticket, and now I'm STANDING IN LINE!
{Tiffany tries to interrupt her, but Mercedes continues.}Mercedes Vargas: Oh, I know, Tiff. For the last few weeks now, Ana has arranged her own title defenses to offset claims that she's ducking challengers every week. Challengers, however, will have to get approval from COO Roberto Verona before the match can happen. Screw that! I want another shot at the Diamonds Championship – ONE ON ONE – and I will beat her TONIGHT!
Tiffany Jones: But...
Mercedes Vargas: But nothing! She wants to ban me from having another match with her ever again on Twitter? Danger Zone was the only time I ever got a Diamonds Championship match since I got here, but it's no surprise that she has a selective memory about these things! Ana's been in IWF for well over a year and a half, so she should know better than to think her intimidation tactics will work on me. Unlike most of the roster who runs for cover when she's around, I have no filter, I don't bite my tongue and I back down from nobody!
Tiffany Jones: But Mercedes, Ana's not the -
Mercedes Vargas: Ana's not the end all, be all of the division, you got that right. She talks about having us wait in line for title matches now? How is this any different than the waiting list she has posted in the men's lockerroom? Whoops, almost forgot. Ana's married now, so she has to commit her life to being faithful. But what would she know about being faithful or being in a committed relationship? With her history here, she reminds me a lot of the Alien Queen. First she mates, then she kills. But you probably already knew that.
{She nods continuously while maintaining an unwavering fake smile, turning back to the interviewer.}Mercedes Vargas: She want to play games? Fine. I can wait, Tiffany. I've got all the time in the world. She's going to run out of challengers eventually - Jessica had her chance, so did Amber and Sunny, Fifi got her time to shine and I wouldn't trust Alexis farther than I can throw her - and when she does, I'll be sure to get Ana Valentine in another match – one-on-one – for the Diamonds Champi -
Tiffany Jones: MERCEDES! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A MATCH TONIGHT, MUCH LESS A TITLE MATCH! AND ANA ISN'T THE CHAMPION ANYMORE!
{Mercedes takes off her sunglasses, looking around as her anger gives way to a bewildered expression.}Mercedes Vargas: Wait, what? She's not?
You sure?
Tiffany Jones: I'm positive. Alexis Caffrey beat her at Night of the Immortals two weeks ago? The biggest night of the year?
{Tiffany takes out her cellphone and shows Mercedes a Vine video of the Diamonds Championship match in its closing moments. Now convinced, Mercedes takes it all in perspective, though she still couldn't believe it.}Tiffany Jones: Are you OK?
Mercedes Vargas: Of course I'm OK. I guess that stiff kick from Eliza must have been more devastating that I thought...I can't believe it. Ana's reign is over. It should have been to Amber or Eternity or even me...BUT ALEXIS CAFFREY?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I'm sorry, I can't even...
{Mercedes throws up her hands in contempt and walks away as we hear her laughing within earshot. Tiffany watches her for a moment before turning to the camera and shrugs her shoulders while shaking her head and we head elsewhere.}----------------------------------------------------------
HEIRESS TO THE THRONE QUALIFIER
SINGLES MATCH
Emma Danielson vs Isabella Maldini
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Emma Danielson defeats Isabella Maldini. Emma made a triumphant return this evening to conquer Isabella and march into the Heiress to the Throne tournament. The pair were evenly matched in the early moments of the match but the experience of Danielson came to the fore as she began to dominate and eventually put this match beyond Maldini.
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"Disrespect"
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{ As Nighthawk stands in the back of the MEN Arena after his confrontation with Alex Jones, still fuming over the disrespect shown him by the supremely cocky "Black Dragon", the "Wrestling Machine" opens his eyes and glares off into space. Clad just in his ring gear Nighthawk coolly undoes his blue-and-white gloves, and the tape that lies underneath them. }Nighthawk: Look into my eyes, Alex. Forget the 'Wrestling Machine', the 'Man of 1000 Holds', and all of it. Look into my eyes, the eyes of a kid from Chicago.
I've seen guys like you every promotion I've darkened the doors of. And every time, for good reasons or not, guys like you have eventually crossed my path. And do you know what I did to them all? The same thing I'm going to do to you next week.
You are not as special as you think you are.
Next week, I prove it.
Goodnight Alex.
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HEIR TO THE THRONE QUALIFIER
SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Alexander Atwater
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{“The Justinian Code” by Byzantine hits the speakers and Alexander Atwater comes out from behind the curtain with a look of determination on his face. He marches down to the ring and rolls into the ring, getting ready to do battle.} Terri Morasco: Here comes Alexander Atwater, a co-winner of Ultimate X at Night of the Immortals and a current number one contender to the invictus title
Vasco Dias: This should prove to be one hell of a contest, if not a major clash of styles Terri.
Terri Morasco: That is terribly true, Vasco. Atwater is certainly the striker and the brawler, and Nighthawk is a technical genius. It should prove interesting to see how these two battle each other.
Vasco Dias: Alex Atwater is going to have the biggest test of his young career here tonight.
{ As his opponent stands in a neutral corner 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 Dias: Here is “The Wrestling Machine” Nighthawk! He looks like he is rather focused tonight.
Terri Morasco: I don’t think he thinks he’s getting the respect he deserves and it’s showing.
Vasco Dias: You’re right, Terri… there’s a little more swagger in the way he’s carrying himself.
Terri Morasco: This test of wills is underway Vasco!
{The match kicks off with the two men meeting in the center of the ring. Before either one decides to tie up or throw hands, they exchange a hand shake that garners the polite applause of the crowd for the show of respect. The two men tie up, and Nighthawk gets an immediate go behind, and then puts Atwater right on his face on the mat. Atwater quickly rolls over, but Nighthawk goes for his legs and starts to try and twist them in knots. As he does, Atwater’s big right hand shoots out and clobbers Nighthawk, knocking him back away from him a couple of steps. Nighthawk goes for Atwater’s legs, but Atwater swats kicks at Nighthawk, keeping him back. Atwater rolls backwards and to his feet, backed into the corner. }Vasco Dias: At the very least, these two can show some respect to each other and admit that they’re both athletes of the highest caliber.
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk with the immediate display that his wrestling prowess is not to be second guessed!
Vasco Dias: And Atwater countering with huge right hands, proving that getting punched in the face fucking hurts!
Terri Morasco: These two aren’t wasting a lot of time in getting right to it.
{Nighthawk charges in and throws a flying forearm, that Atwater gets his hands up to block. Nighthawk follows it up with several knife edge chops. Atwater absorbs the chops, and gets launched by Nighthawk to the opposite turnbuckle. Nighthawk follows in close behind, but Atwater jumps right to the top turnbuckle, and back flips over Nighthawk. Nighthawk puts the breaks on and turns around, walking right into a forearm. Nighthawk bounces back into the turnbuckle. Atwater throws a couple of leg kicks that connect, but as he works up the body, Nighthawk catches his leg, and sweeps his plant leg. Atwater turns over, trying to break the grip, but Nighthawk quickly sinches in an STF Lock. Atwater’s hands grip at Nighthawk’s arms, but Hawk yanks hard, trying to shut Atwater’s protests to his STF down. After a short struggle, Atwater gets a hold of Nighthawks’s wrist and clamps down on a pressure point. Nighthawk screams and releases the hold.}Terri Morasco: This is insane! Did you see the big man flip like that?! He’s so agile for a large man.
Vasco Dias: Atwater looks like he’s got Nighthawk where he… no… Nighthawk with the huge reversal.
Terri Morasco: He’s got that STF sinched in! Atwater could be in big trouble!
Vasco Dias: Wow! What knowledge of the human anatomy, not a lot of people would have figured that out! No doubt the former Army Ranger has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
{Atwater rolls back to his feet as Nighthawk comes in, searching for a yakuza kick. Atwater dodges it and throws a wicked left and right combo that levels Nighthawk. Nighthawk rolls out under the ropes and uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Atwater closes the gap, but Nighthawk uses his shoulder between the ropes and buckles Atwater at the knees. Nighthawk dives over the top rope, rolls across Atwater’s back and takes off across the ring. Atwater turns around to a drop kick to his knees. Atwater drops and Nighthawk hits the ropes again, looking to put his knee into Atwater’s head. Atwater moves out of the way and pops up looking for a jumping round house. Hawk ducks under the round house and Atwater spins around, nailing Hawk in the head with his heel on the second pass. Atwater quickly dives on Nighthawk and goes for a cover.}Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is getting abused in there! He needs to get away from Atwater!
Vasco Dias: He did just that! He’s got Atwater down!
Terri Morasco: Atwater leveled him with that kick! It’s over!
ONE
TWO
{Nighthawk kicks out.}Vasco Dias: TWO! What heart! What resilience!
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk hangs on!
{Atwater picks up Nighthawk and hooks him for a vertical suplex. When Atwater hoists Nighthawk up, Nighthawk rolls around the backside , and tries to scoop Atwater up. When he can’t budge Atwater, Atwater attempts to scoop him up for a sidewalk slam. Nighthawk deftly counters into a head scissors and then out into a quick arm drag. Atwater rolls back to his feet , as Nighthawk bounds up the ropes. Atwater turns, Nighthawk jumps, catches his arm, and hits him with another arm drag. Atwater gets back to his feet, and Nighthawk charges in, hitting him with a dropkick that backs Atwater up into the corner. Nighthawk charges and hits Atwater with a running forearm and then bull dogs Atwater into the center of the ring. Nighthawk goes back to the ropes and climbs to the top, and throws the cut throat symbol. Nighthawk dives off for a picture perfect shooting star, and Atwater rolls out of the way. Nighthawk lands on his feet, but Atwater catches him and hits him with a vicious half nelson suplex.}Terri Morasco: It seems like most of the things Atwater tries, Nighthawk has a counter for. It’s got to be frustrating the American Assassin.
Vasco Dias: Nighthawk has Atwater down! He’s got him lined up!
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk avoids the crash and burn! But Atwater destroys him with the half nelson!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Vasco Dias: I agree with the fans here Terri!
{Atwater stalks around Nighthawk, and as Nighthawk gets up, Atwater grabs him from behind. Atwater scoops Nighthawk up, looking to hit him with his finisher, but Nighthawk rolls back over Atwater’s shoulder, jumps up, and hits Atwater with a back cracker. Atwater rolls out under the rope and stumbles down the side of the apron. Nighthawk runs to the corner and jumps up, diving off at Atwater with a top rope suicidia. Atwater goes down in a heap and the crowd erupts in big cheers. Nighthawk picks Atwater up and rolls him onto the apron quickly, leaving his head hanging off the edge of the apron. Nighthawk lays in a few elbows and then jumps up, and climbs up to the top rope. Nighthawk dives off and destroys Atwater with a guillotine leg drop across the apron, that causes Atwater to spill out to the floor and the crowd to go insane. Nighthawk picks up Atwater and rolls him back into the ring and goes for a cover.}Vasco Dias: Nighthawk with the big reversal! He’s got Atwater stunned and running for cover!
Terri Morasco: What a Top Rope Suicida! Nighthawk risked life and limb to take Atwater out and it paid off!
Vasco Dias: He’s going to do it again! HOLY HELL!
Terri Morasco: I THINK HE KILLED ATWATER!
ONE!
TWO!
{Atwater grabs the bottom rope and the ref intervenes.} Terri Morasco: Alex Atwater showed amazing ring presence there by grabbing the rope.
Vasco Dias: Ring presences nothing, I think it was just a muscle spasm from his dead body! Nighthawk took his head off!
{Nighthawk gets up and grabs Atwater, dragging him to the center of the ring. Nighthawk drops down and tries to clamp down onto Atwater’s arm for a cross face, but Atwater turns over and starts rifling off punches with the free hand. The punches roll Nighthawk back, and Atwater starts to lay into Nighthawk with a vicious series of strikes that leaves the Wrestling Machine stunned and sitting on his ass. Atwater pops back to his feet and lands a roundhouse to Nighthawk’s back that echo’s throughout the building. Nighthawk tenses up in pain and crawls on his knees to try and get away. Atwater charges across the ring as Nighthawk starts to get to his feet near the center of the ring. Atwater springboards off the top rope and launches himself backwards at Nighthawk. As he does, he spins and drives his knee into Nighthawk’s face, dropping Nighthawk, with his knee on Nighthawk’s chest. Atwater goes for the pin, with his knee cockily placed on Nighthawk’s chest.}Terri Morasco: Atwater is starting to fight back against Nighthawk’s attempts to make him submit
Vasco Dias: Atwater with the springboard! This could be it!
ONE!
TWO!
{Nighthawk weakly gets his arm up to stop the ref’s count}Vasco Dias: Nighthawk kicks out! He’s got the determination of a champion!
Terri Morasco: Atwater is stunned that he couldn’t pick up the victory with that one!
{ Atwater gets up from the pinning attempt and looks rather pissed about the face that he didn’t get the three count. Atwater picks up Nighthawk, and hooks him for a reverse DDT. Atwater scoops him up to hit his finisher, Scold’s Bridle. Nighthawk reverses with an arm drag. Hawk bursts forward and nails Atwater with a shining wizard that levels him. Nighthawk quickly jumps to the top rope and gets ready to hit a shooting star press. Atwater takes note of it, and as Hawk jumps, Atwater springs to his feet, and jumps, nailing Nighthawk in mid air with a flash kick and knocks him out of the sky. Atwater dives on top of him and goes for a cover.}ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
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HEIRESS TO THE THRONE QUALIFIER
SINGLES MATCH
Eternity vs Sara Garcia
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Eternity defeats Sara Garcia. Eternity made her much anticipated full time return to the ring this week against the plucky newcomer Sara Garcia who was on the offensive from the off, pounding on the former Diamond's champion in the early moments. This, however, proved futile in the end as Eternity embarked on a renaissance to gain firm control of the match and book her place in the Heiress to the Throne tournament.
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"The Not So Golden Couple"
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{The arena erupts with boo's as In this moment's "sex metal barbie" hits and Ana and Alex appear on stage, Ana is wearing a long black robe that covers her from neck to the toes of her boots.... Alex grabs Ana's hand as they make their way down to the ring}Terri Morasco: The silver couple making their way out here...
Vasco Dias: Oh har har Terri, don't you have anything better to do than try and tear down two of the best professional wrestlers in this company who were robbed last night?
Terri Moracsco: Alex lost his title fair and square and Ana's was just karma....
{Alex holds the ropes for Ana and grabs a mic, the music dying down as Alex clears his throat.}Alex Jones: I suppose you're all pleased with yourselves right?....
{The crowd cheers and Alex just scoffs.}Alex Jones: Oh the golden couple lost, right?....you know, I have said it time and time again and I said it this past week when I found out I was facing Kyle Mason....if there was one man on the IWF roster that could beat me..it was Renee Pleasant....
{The crowd pops again at Renee's mention}Alex Jones: I didn't get into this business to become a champion and then hold the belt at ransom like some others here, I wanted to get the belt and defend it against the best of the best and then throw it in the faces of those who said I couldn't do it. Laszlo, Verona, Nighthawk, Gaither they all said the same thing, I wasn't a champion and that I was "bringing the belt down"....
{Alex pauses for a moment and laughs}Alex Jones: I defended it more than any other champion in a shorter amount of time. You take all of Angels little defences against guys like Mr Happy or the Rodd boys out then you have a handful against barely credible opponents like Xavier Cross and Jake Conway....I have been a real champion and Renee was able to beat me...he deserves respect as a champion....and that is what I will give him....
{Alex lowers the mic as the crowd seems stunned.}Terri Morasco: Well..I'll be damned...
Alex Jones: But...I will not just fade away into the background and become just another name on the roster like all the past champions, I will not just be a "former" Imperial champion...I will claw my way back up to face you Renee....you have to watch out for that whining peanut Mike Laszlo and the case that he was able to win but you and I both know...the only real challenge you will face...the only real contender there is.....is me.....
{Alex lowers the mic and steps to the side, nodding at Ana. She turns and places a hand on his chest, leaning in close she whispers something that brings a slow smile to his lips, as he passes the mic off to her.}Ana Jones: I have some rather startling news for all of you - Championships were NOT what made us a Golden Couple and whilst the never-was section of the roster wasted their learning experiences and instead celebrated a screw job; I was busy figuring something out...
{Ana slowly turns on her heels as she regards the crowd with a large, obviously fake smile.}Ana Jones: And I get it now, for you people, fans and wannabe's alike; this isn't about talent... Or skill... It's not about having the best person for the job or even the respect earned from being a Hall of Fame inductee... No, I now, at last understand what all of you want....
{Alex slips the mic from Ana's hand as she unfastens the long black robe, shrugging it off her shoulders. She very obviously bites back a laugh as the robe hits the canvas and her outfit beneath is revealed. A very tiny, VERY tight Alice in Wonderland costume with matching thigh high socks is exposed....}Vasco Diaz: I... Uh... Wow....
{Ana shrugs slightly with a smirk as she takes the mic back from Alex, running a hand slowly up and down her outfit.}Ana Jones: This is what you want right, you vile, sweat soaked morons... Isn't it?! Boobs and Blonde hair... All crammed into the tightest costume possible with a little giggle and a pattern of running and hiding when things don't go your way....?
{Ana pauses and pulls an obvious air head face, before laughing.}Ana Jones: Ooops, guess I forgot that last part... 'Cause instead of running off and crying injury! INJURY! After being screwed out of a title I long ago transcended... Here I am, calling you out on your shit Jess....
{The crowd, now coming back from the initial shock start to boo and Ana turns to face them one side at a time and fakes crying at them, wringing her hand under eyes with a pouty face.}Ana Jones: Oh boo-fucking-hoo, I called your precious little hero out on her bullshit. See, here are the facts for the slow ones in the back - not only did I match Jessica's reign, not only did I defend that title more times total than she did... But, I was also 100% correct in my assertion that there is Not one single person in this company who can beat me....
{Ana pauses for a moment, she glances over her shoulder at Alex, who is staring very intently at her in the costume, she smirks and shakes her head, before looking back out at the crowd, her expression changing to a cold, hard arrogance.}Ana Jones: Now, I could whine and complain about how THREE women screwed me out the Diamond's Championship, but the fact is... That belt is beneath me, the entire division, the so-called 'competition' is beneath me!
Terri Morasco: Is she serious? IWF has one of the finest women's divisions in professional wrestling.
Vasco Dias: Ana was screwed...
Terri Morasco: Ana's chickens came home to roost!
{The crowd boos and Ana just smiles and nods her head.}Ana Jones: I can put on as many costumes as you like, but I will Never EVER be a air-headed bubblegum princess who cares more about t-shirt sales than my own goddamn career... And now that I have risen above the Championships, now that there is no competition left for me... Now that I am no longer anchored by a piece of tin essentially worthless based on the waist it is now strapped around...
{Ana reaches under the skirt of her costume, pulling out a pocket watch, she swings it back and forth slowly as she stares at it with a tight smile.}Ana Jones: Times up Jess... And there's not enough worbla, PB&J's and prepubescent horny fans in the entire United Stare of America to save your ass!
{Ana flings the watch to the floor and stamps on it, laughing softly as she stares up the ramp..}Ana Jones: You're late Jessie... For a very... VERY important ass-kicking.
{Ana tosses the mic into the booing crowd as Sex Metal Barbie hits and the screen fades out to black for a commercial break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Kyle Mason vs Alex Jones
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{The entrance fills with red mist as two voices are heard over the PA.}Justice, for my sister and her children
If you want justice you've come to the wrong place....
I disagree, I want to bring those who have wronged me to justice and all those who have wronged me are right here...
{Killswitch engage's "Loyalty" blasts over the PA as Alex Jones steps out onto the stage. His long two tone hair wet down his back and sides. He wears a black Alex Jones shirt and his wrestling gear. He holds the IWF Imperial Championship as he makes his way down to the ring with Ana Valentine by his side. They get down to the ring and Alex leaps up onto the apron before helping Ana, he opens the ropes for her before getting in himself.}Terri Morasco: He looks to be in a good mood...
Vasco Dias: Would you be?
Terri Morasco: I suppose not....
{AFI - Miseria Cantare blares through the PA system as Kyle Mason steps out from behind the curtains. Natasha appears behind him as he thrust his hands in the air. Natasha runs her hand on his chest before kissing him on his cheek and joining his side as he walks down to the ring. Mason hops up on the ring apron and sits on the ropes to allow Natasha in the ring. Natasha smiles at Mason as she climbs up on the ring apron and slowly bends over in front of Mason before stepping into the ring. Kyle joins her in the ring as streamers fly into the ring. Natasha gives Kyle a few words of advice before leaving the ring and Kyle leans against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin.}Vasco Dias: Kyle Mason looks determined tonight Terri...
Terri Morasco: He looks dangerous...
Vasco Dias: But he has to face a former Imperial Champion tonight...
{The bell rings and both men move to the center of the ring sizing one another up, the usual arrogance from Alex not present as he seems all business. Kyle as always looks ready to strike. They lunge at one another and lock up, Kyle and Alex push against one another but are about the same size and weight. They release and Alex nods at Kyle as they go for another lock up, this time Kyle grabs Alex's arm and twists into a top wristlock, Alex drops to one knee and rolls forward before kipping up and hitting Kyle with a hard forearm, Mason releases the wristlock and stumbles back, Alex steps in and eats a forearm from Kyle sending him down to the mat}Vasco Dias: I think Alex needs to check his teeth after that one...
Terri Morasco: The sound of that shot echoed through the arena!
{Alex pops up to his feet and Kyle attacks with a few right hands, Alex stumbles back into the corner and Kyle fires off some hard shots before stepping back and throwing a few stiff kicks to Alex's mid section. Kyle whips Alex across the ring and runs in, Alex grabs the top rope and sling shots himself up and over Mason landing behind him, Alex leaps in the air and hits a picture perfect dropkick on Mason sending him through the top and middle ropes to the floor. Alex gets to his feet and sprints to the ropes building up speed before launching himself onto Kyle Mason onto the floor}Vasco Dias: Wow...AIR ALEX
Terri Morasco: I thought you hated that high flying stuff...
Vasco Dias: They way Alex does it is beautiful Terri...it's like art
{Alex gets to his feet and pulls Mason up, he rolls him into the ring and gets onto the ring apron, he waits for Mason to get to his feet and leaps up with a springboard into the ring but is met with a hard knife edge chop from Mason straight to his chest, Alex drops to his knees and holds his chest looking shocked at how hard he just got hit. Alex slides himself over to the corner and Mason grabs Alex sitting him on the top rope, he hits another hard chop and climbs up with him, he sets Alex up for the Spike Punch (top rope brainbuster) he drops down slamming Alex on the turnbuckle, Mason pins 1....2...Alex kicks out}Terri Morasco: Oh man that was so close!
Vasco Dias: That top rope brainbuster is brutal!
{Mason measures Alex up and calls for the quickening, he grabs Alex and goes to swing back, Alex hooks his arm onto the top rope causing Mason to fall back and hit the back of his head on the mat, Alex climbs to the top rope and leaps off with the spiral tap! he hits it and pins 1....2....Mason kicks out. Alex slams his hand on the mat frustrated.}Vasco Dias: Alex thought he had him...
Terri Morasco: Mason is tough Vasco.
{Alex gets to his feet and stomps his foot on the mat, Mason gets to all fours and Alex goes for the curb stomp, Mason moves and Alex lands hard, Mason goes for the muta mist but Alex ducks and picks Mason up onto his shoulders hitting the dragon sleeps (GTS to overhead kick) he pins 1...2...3}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
The Fucking Rednecks vs Gibberg and Soloman Khan
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Terri Morasco: Tag team time, we finally see these delinquents debut on sacrifice!
{ Gibberg and Soloman Khan emerge as they nod their heads to get the adrenaline rush flowing through their veins and all over their body as they clap each other’s hands.
…
…
But the Fucking Rednecks storm and attack behind them! They carry on by throwing Khan off the stage and into the sound and pyrotechnics system! }Vasco Dias: Don’t think they want to wait!
{ Murdoch isn’t waiting around as he continues to stomp down on Gibberg. He grabs a microphone from the nearby system
before getting back onto the stage. }Murdoch (Composed): Good evening ladies and Gentlemen….Where tonight’s entertainment-
{ Murdoch delivers a massive boot to the head of Gibberg, making him roll down the stage. }Murdoch: I only want to know one thing…..Where are The Olympians?
{ The Beast of the Southern Wild snatches a beer off a fan and downs it cleanly before pouring the remaining contents
over his head. }Squeek (To the fans): Have you seen the Olympians? Have you? We need to talk to them about something.
{ The pair catch up with Gibberg right at the bottom of the ring while they wait for the Tag Team champions to come out….But to no avail. }Murdoch: That’s what I thought. They’re not here!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Murdoch: Instead of coming here every week whether you have a match or not to show your dominance, they are away somewhere else! Not being the proud fighting champions that they should for a wrestling company, not like us!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Murdoch: After all the insults they have given us from being on the retarded level of stupid, to fucking our cousins….We’re here. I don’t mind what they say to us because it doesn’t affect me at all, hell I fucked Squeeks cousin last week!
Squeek: Wait what?
Murdoch: But regardless of how we look, smell, drink and act we’re here to fight…..We’re make our statements clear from video to being here in living colour. Where we come from…..the bear that rules the terrain is always there. We may be the lowest of the low to you but we are here to fight! What we were raised on was to fight. And what my pappy told me before I slit his throat was that A BEAR THAT RULES ALWAYS SHOWS UP TO FIGHT EVERY FUCKING DAY AND EVERY FUCKING WEEK TO SHOW THAT IT IS STILL THE FUCKING ALPHA OF ITS LAND!
Vasco Dias:….Wow... what the hell?
Murdoch: We are taking that gold and we are going to rule the terrain and rule with an Redneck fist EVERY WEEK!
{ Murdoch rolls Gibberg into the ring as the referee goes to ring the bell. }Murdoch: RING THAT FUCKING BELL AND I’LL SHOVE YOUR JAW UP YOUR ASS!
{ The referee hesitates and opens his arms that he is only doing his job. }Murdoch: Before I was so rudely interrupted.
Terri Morasco: This guy is on drugs.
Murdoch: I want to close with this. We are going to fight you again Titan and Kronus, whether you like it or not. And to show how fucking mental we are and serious about it, you could pick the damn match you want us to fight in! Because we fight anywhere at any place under any circumstances, under any time! And we leave our mark for good!
{ Murdoch lifts Gibberg up.
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Tombstone piledriver! }Murdoch: Now you can ring the bell!
{ DING DING DING
Murdoch makes Squeek go for the pin.
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Squeek looks like he’s won the lottery as the fucking rednecks win on their Sacrifice debut. He’s jumping about as Murdoch looks far more serious, with his eyes wide open. }Vasco Dias: The Fucking Rednecks have technically challenged The Olympians once again. And by the sounds of it they’re not going away at all!
Terri Morasco: These guys are on drugs….seriously!
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SINGLES MATCH
Eliza vs Firenze Everett
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Eliza defeats Firenze Everett. Eliza picks up another victory here over the longest reigning IWF Ruby champion. Firenze took control of the match in the opening stages but she soon began to make a few mistakes that the youngster capitalised on fully to pick up a victory here.
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SEGMENT
"Did you hear?"
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{ We cut back stage where we see a frantic Tiffany Jones chasing down Jessica Reed who bounces along happily backstage, not a care in the world. }Tiffany Jones: Jessica... please, wait!
{ Jess stops and turns around to find a panting Tiffany attempting to catch her breath, a microphone clutched in her hand. }Jessica Reed: Can I help you Tiff-Tiffs?
Tiffany Jones: Did you hear everything Ana Jones had to say about you?
Jessica Reed: I saw everything she had to say about me, it's pretty difficult not to when Ana starts stomping her feet and screaming into a microphone.
Tiffany Jones: Do you have anything to say in response?
{ Jessica smiles. }Jessica Reed: Oh, Tiffany, it's nothing I've heard before. I'm a bimbo, I'm a slut, I'm... I lost track of everything I'm meant to be, but what's most important is what Ana Jones is not. The Diamond's Champion. She wants to say she got screwed? I got a steel chair in my face and a crack in my skull to end my reign, she simply had a little meeting with karma for all of her bullying. All things come to an end, including Geralt of Rivia's tale, which by the way...
Tiffany Jones: Jess...
Jessica Reed: Ok, ok. Listen, I get it, Ana is angry, she wants to get her hands on me. Well, that's just great because believe me I'd like nothing more than to get her inside a squared circle and settle this once and for all. She's ducked out of fighting me twice now with cheap shots whilst pretending to be top of the food chain, she wants a fight? She's got one, but I want to make darn sure she can't find a short cut out of this one...
{ Jessica smiles and walks away as Tiffany looks confused before we pan up to see the name on a door she has just entered. COO Roberto Verona. }----------------------------------------------------------
MAIN EVENT
HEIRESS TO THE THRONE QUALIFIER
SINGLES MATCH
Crystal Hilton vs Amber Richards
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{All of a sudden “Superstar” by Lupe Fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of boos and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her but she turns her nose up at the fans as she makes her way to the ring. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..}Vasco Dias: Crystal Hilton looks focused and ready..a former Ruby Champion...
Terri Morasco: ...Half a champion....
{Demi Gods - Lab Rats feat VAST and Slim Jim blasts on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out. As the song explodes after the first verse Amber makes her way out her black hair flowing down as she throws her head back and lets out a laugh. Amber makes her way down to the ring, she runs and slides on her knee across the apron before resting her body against the ropes as the music fades out}Terri Morasco: Speaking of former champions...here's a real championship quality Diamond Vasco...
Vasco Dias: Please..Amber is old news....
Terri Morasco: She's 24....
Vasco Dias: Still too old...
{The bell rings and Amber tackles Crystal to the mat, she slams in some hard right hands as Crystal kicks her off to her feet, Amber grabs Crystal and lays in a few forearms before whipping Crystal into the ropes, Amber ducks down for a back body drop but Crystal kicks Amber in the chest, Amber stands up and Crystal hits a clothesline sending Amber down, Amber gets back to her feet and Crystal hits the ropes, she leaps in the air and hits a snap head scissors on Amber sending her out to the floor}Vasco Dias: Crystal is taking charge. I told you so Terri
Terri Morasco: Early days Vasco
{Crystal hits the ropes and goes for a suicide dive, Amber leaps up on the apron and meets Crystal with a knee to the face, Crystal balances on the middle rope and Amber grabs Crystal by the head and neck before slamming in some hard knees to Crystals chest. Crystal stumbles back and holds her chest dropping to one knee, Amber slingshots onto the top rope going for a clothesline but Crystal is able to leap up and meet her in mid air with a dropkick. Crystal goes for the pin 1.....2....Amber kicks out....
Crystal slams her fist on the mat and pulls Amber up, she hits a snap suplex and rolls her hips getting to her feet hitting a second suplex this time letting go. She calls for Amber to get up measuring her, as Amber does Crystal hits the flashing lights chick kick and goes for another pin 1....2.....Amber again kicks out}Vasco Dias: Crystal is close to winning this and advancing to the Heiress to the throne!
Terri Morasco: Close yes...but Amber is a special kind of athlete....
{Crystal snapmares Amber down and hits a hard low dropkick, she quickly grabs Ambers legs and tries to lock in the withering rose submission, Amber though kicks Crystal back and quickly kips up to her feet and hits a superkick on Crystal as she comes in causing her to fall to the mat. Amber pins 1.....2.....Crystal kicks out}Vasco Dias: Yes!..Crystal kicks out
Terri Morasco: This is a competitive match...
{Amber pulls Crystal up, she sets her up for the package piledriver, Crystal though grabs Ambers legs and takes her down going for the withering rose again, she turns Amber over and locks it in!. Amber screams in pain, she reaches to the ropes and can't get there, she grabs one of Crystals legs and pulls on it causing Crystal to fall forward and Amber locks in her ankle lock!... Crystal desperately scrambles for the ropes as Amber screams passionately and eventually Hilton is forced to tap out! Amber wins here as the referee raises her hand in victory.}Vasco Dias: Amber picks up the victory and begins her path to retaining her position as the Heiress to the Throne!
Terri Morasco: That's true Vasco.... but look at the ovation this crowd is giving...
{ The camera pans back to the ring where Crystal lifts herself up by the ropes, looking completely deflated as Amber makes her way up the ramp. Hilton pauses in the ring as the crowd noise begins to rise, the fans applauding the efforts of both women in our huge main event. Crystal, who is normally quite composed, struggles to hold her emotions back as she realises what is happening. }Terri Morasco: These two women put on a master class tonight and the British fans are showing their appreciation.
Vasco Dias: It still doesn't change the fact, Terri, that Crystal came up short here tonight.
Terri Morasco: Do you have to crap on everything?
{ Crystal holds her hand up as she begins to hobble out of the ring on her way to the back, absorbing the appreciation as we cut to a very short commercial break. }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"Let Them Fight"
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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. The crowd goes nuts as Reñee slides the Imperial Championship off his shoulder and holds it up in the air for a moment, before the two make their way down the ramp...}Terri Morasco: Listen to that crowd Vasco, they're sure excited to witness the Champs first TV appearance since Immortals...
Vasco Dias: Yeah, makes you wonder why he was hiding away before...
Terri Morasco: I don't think a honeymoon counts as hiding...
Vasco Dias: Pfft, where's his dedication!?
{Reñee runs up the steps and holds the ropes open for Amber, who slips between the top and middle, before Reñee steps over the top rope and the two stand in the middle of the ring, a smile on Reñee's face as the crowd continues to cheer. He reaches behind him and grabs a mic from his back pocket, as the crowd dies down.}Reñee Pleasant: Well, tha' was certainly ah welcome!
{The crowd pops again and he laughs as Amber smiles and applauds the crowd for a moment.}Reñee Pleasant: Now ah no people hav bin wonderin' why ah did'na strut out on tha Sacrifice afta immortals an' shove tha belt down everyone's throat like tha Champions before meh... An' there are two gud reasons fer tha'
{Reñee holds on finger up with the hand that steadies the belt on his shoulder.}Reñee Pleasant: One... ah had ah ratha pressin' engagement wit' mah lovely wife... An' can yah blame meh?
{Reñee nods in Amber's direction who blushes a bright red as the crowd cheers and hoots at her... Reñee laughs a little before clearing his throat.}Reñee Pleasant: An' two... 'Cause ah kno' sumthin' ah lotta them Champs did'na... This 'ere title, as impressive an' honoroary as it is... It ain't everythin' ....
Terri Monasco: Reñee is always so humble...
Vasco Dias: Knows he was lucky, more like!
{The crowd falls silent as Reñee says this, but he nods his head, continuing on.}Reñee Pleasant: Nah, it's true... See, tah be tha best, yah gotta beat tha best. An' ah mean no disrepect tah Alex, whateva ah think of tha man, he was one helluva Champion an' ah cannae take tha' away... But Alex Jones ain't but one man, one man in ah long arse line of people wantin' a shot... an' out of them people, few stand out as tha best...
{Reñee adjusts the title on his shoulder, before nodding at Amber who smiles encouragement.}Reñee Pleasant: An' of them men, only two -
{Before Reñee can continue he is interrupted by "In Due Time" by Killswitch Engage. There is a mixed reaction from the confused crowd, as Spike Kane steps out onto the stage, mic in hand.}Spike Kane: You know Renee, I was booked to come out here and make a declaration....but it seemed to me, who better to make that declaration to, than the champion himself!
Terri Morasco: Does this mean what I think it means?
Spike Kane: You and I went toe to toe in the Roulette, and you managed to beat me to it. The same way you managed to beat me to toppling Alex Jones. The fact remains however, that I was the runner up....last year the runner up got themselves a title shot. So surely it's only right that I too am due a title shot? This littlenlist of yours, should have my name on it for sure. I'm one of the greatest men to work for this company....and Renee....I think you know that, I think you need to bring some legitimacy to your title reign, and who else to do such than facing the first man to legitimise the title in the first place? I deserve this chance to reach back up to the level I belong on. I deserve this chance to prove to the world that I'm not done....I'm far from done....I'm setting my sights on that Championship Renee.....and I have a long history of getting what I want.
{ Reñee nods his head slowly, walking over to Amber he drops the mic to his side, the two exchange some back and forth. The crowd mutter loudly among themselves, as Reñee turns back to face Spike on the stage...}Reñee Pleasant: Yah kno' Spike... Fer all yah loud mouth'd goin' ons an' sick lil games, ah cannae deny tha' when makin' ah list of tha men ah consider tah be tha best...
{Reñee pauses and the entire arena is almost silent as the exchange continues...}Reñee Pleasant: Spike Kane was tha first name on tha damn list... Yah wan't ah shot at me? Yah got it.
{Spike and Reñee lock eyes as Reñee nods his head with a smile, whilst Spike smirks back, and I smell a Masscare - Butcher Babies hits the speakers.}
Well howdy there pardner.