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SEGMENT
”Challenge Rebuffed”
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{We come back from commercial break and "Cult of Love" hits the arena speakers. Alexis comes out...alone, not looking particularly pleased.}
Terri Morasco: Alexis doesn't look all that happy.
Vasco Dias: And why the hell should she? It's open fight night...she called out Eternity for a rematch she DESERVES and that crazy lunatic hasn't said a damn word.
{She still skips to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, flipping her hair back behind her head with a snap of the head. She glares around at the crowd before heading to the far side of the ring holding her hand out for microphone of which she is provided. She walks back to the center of the ring as her music dies down.}
Alexis Caffrey: Earlier this week, I participated in this little Open Fight Night. It's real simple how it works. You make a challenge and if the other person isn't a wimp...they accept.
{She starts to shake a little bit, clearly trying to hold in her anger that has been bottled in the entire week.}
Alexis Caffrey: I tweeted and yet...yet...yet Eternity hasn't responded.
{She's clearly upset and stomps her foot on the ground.}
Alexis Caffrey: SO WHAT'S IT GONNA BE ETERNITY!? GET OUT HERE OR SHOW THE WORLD YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A COWARD!
{She waits impatiently as the commentators discuss the matter at hand.}
Terri Morasco: Alexis has thrown down the challenge, both on Twitter and now in person.
Vasco Dias: Where's Eternity? She has to say something one way or another...
{The crowd anticipate a response...but there is nothing...}
Terri Morasco: I don't think Alexis is going to get an answer here tonight either
Vasco Dias: All of this has to be a mind game, it has to be...
{Alexis stomps her feet again, and then stomps across the ring like a child throwing a tantrum. Alexis leans over the ropes and raises the microphone.}
Alexis Caffrey: COME ON ETERNITY! I WANT WHAT’S MINE! I DESERVE ANOTHER CHANCE! ONE MORE MATCH! GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, WHAT I DESERVE!
{Alexis then steps back a few steps and throws her arms out, inviting Eternity to answer her.
A few more moments pass before the lights start to flicker. There is the sound of thunder. Alexis smiles, happy that she was about to get answer. She nods her head as she waits in the middle of the ring. The lights go out completely and then there's the sound of water hitting the canvas and Alexis screams.
Moments later when the lights return, Alexis is soaked and shivering in the middle of the ring as Eternity's childish laughter echoes throughout the arena.
Alexis looks down, water dripping from her hair and finds a red spider lily, a native Japanese flower, laying at her feet. Alexis bends down and picks it up, as the laughter of Eternity continues to filter through the arena. The irritation can be seen on her face as she throws the flower down and storms out of the ring as we go to commercial.}
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SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Andrew Jacobsen
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Alison Valance: “This next contest is scheduled for 1 fall and is a non-title match.”
{The drumbeat of "When the Levee Breaks" begins echoing through the arena, and a raspy harmonica heralds Andrew Jacobsen as he walks onto the stage. Andrew adjusts his gloves, eyes zeroed in on the ring, and walks with purpose down the ramp, ignoring the crowd as he walks. He picks up a burst of speed as he leaves the ramp to leap up onto the apron. Andrew kneels on the apron, hanging onto the middle rope with one hand as he turns to look back at the ramp. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, and stands up, stepping between the ropes. Andrew walks to a corner, slumping slightly against the ropes, and stares ahead, eyes practically tunneling through the turnbuckle as he waits for the bell.}
Alison Valance: “Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota and weighing in at 235 pounds….. the defending Man of Steel Champion…. ‘The North Star’ Andrew Jacobsen!”
{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."}
Alison Valance: “And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 pounds…. ‘The Man of 1000 Holds’…… ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
Terri Morasco: “And just like last week, we start this week with what is sure to be an absolutely crackling opener. Nighthawk vs Andrew Jacobsen I was an absolute war that ended in a way that, if you were so inclined, could be pointed to as the start of everything that has found him as a member of Body Count. In that 1st match, Andrew Jacobsen broke the nose and closed one of the eyes of Nighthawk. Tonight, Nighthawk looks for revenge.”
Vasco Dias: “Interestingly, when I spoke to Nighthawk earlier this morning, it was clear to me just how seriously that he is taking this match. He said he hadn’t felt ‘right’, whatever that means, since his 1st match with Andrew Jacobsen. Tonight, I think we’re going to see the best Nighthawk we’ve seen since he’s gotten here. No one is that confident.”
{As the referee rings the bell to start the contest Nighthawk removes his robe slowly and dramatically, his eyes never leaving those of his opponent even as the referee checks him for foreign objects and doesn’t find anything whatsoever. Moving into the center of the ring, where Andrew Jacobsen is waiting with his hand outstretched, Nighthawk shakes it coolly before hitting a gorgeous double-leg takedown and sliding into top position on the Man of Steel Champion and screaming into his face “I haven’t forgotten what you did to me, Andrew. You want to prove I can respect you again? Wrestle me like a man, and I’ll shake your hand when this is over” before quickly sliding through into a one-knee-up prawn hold that gets a quick 2-count. Rolling back to a kneeling position, his back against the ropes as he does so, Nighthawk stretches out against the ropes as Andrew Jacobsen slowly rises to his feet. Quickly going for a collar-and-elbow lock-up the Minneapolis native locks in a tight cravate, grapevining one of the legs of the “Wrestling Machine” as he does so. Shaking his fingers no as he screams out in pain Nighthawk tries to figure out a way from the trouble that the “North Star” has him in, finally making the decision to work on releasing himself from the grapevine first before working on getting out of the cravate. Reaching down Nighthawk slowly picks the ankle off to release himself from the grapevine before using his legs as a lever to both spin out of the cravate and hook in a tight wristlock which Andrew counters by using the same leg-lever trick to escape the hold before it is all the way applied. Standing in the center of the ring still, neither man taking their eyes off of the other even for a split second, Nighthawk again goes for a low single-leg takedown that is referred to in amateur wrestling as the Smith. Sprawling out wide to prevent his shoulders from hitting the mat Andrew moves to grab the ropes, getting them as the “Man of 1000 Holds” releases a second after.}
Terri Morasco: “We told you at the start of this match that you would see some superb pure wrestling. And you’re seeing it. Everything is applied perfectly and with a minimum of needless movement. If this is the match we’re going to get, I for one think we’re in for a great treat.”
Vasco Dias: “When we talked to both men, they made it clear that they each wanted to win the match via submission. If they can keep to that strategy, we are going to see a lot of submission attempts as both men have expansive arsenals for this very outcome.”
{Moving back into the center of the ring, each man now starting to look more warmed up and aware of the challenge that is in front of them, Andrew quickly moves to hook on a side headlock but can’t get it all the way applied as Nighthawk is able to block the hold and lands an ipponzei right into an attempt at an armbar. Quickly moving to set up a counter Andrew starts by protecting his left arm by gripping his hands together the Minneapolis native pushes his opponent’s leg off of his face while still being able to keep his grip. Driving his body backwards using his legs Andrew then puts his head on the floor to trap his opponent’s thigh, so that that leg can’t come back over his face. Still keeping his hands gripped together Andrew spins towards his opponent and quickly ends up in top position in the guard of the Chicago native who sees the trouble that he’s in and quickly locks in an overhook kimura while still somehow managing to keep his shoulders off of the mat. Seeing the trap now laid all the way in the Man of Steel Champion reaches up with his free hand and grabs the ropes to force a break of the hold, albeit one aided in no small measure by the referee who steps in to literally pull both men apart. Getting back to their feet, Andrew shaking out his left arm as the overhook kimura did its work, the “North Star” goes for the same single-leg takedown that Nighthawk applied earlier and gets it largely using his 50-pound weight advantage, quickly moving to apply a toe-and-ankle hold to try and weaken the legs of the “Wrestling Machine” for the sharpshooter. Posting up on his elbows in order to keep his shoulders off of the mat Nighthawk slowly grabs the left hand of Andrew Jacobsen and begins to turn that into a particularly ugly European top wristlock, bending the wrist back until Andrew has no choice but to let go of the toe-and-ankle hold. Quickly taking advantage of the opening Nighthawk switches things up and immediately bars the left arm of Andrew with his own feet, holding onto it as the referee moves in to see if he wants to submit. But just as soon as that happens the “Man of 1000 Holds” kicks the armbar away, sending Andrew recoiling into the corner shaking out his left arm again as he yells at the referee “What the Fuck was that?”}
Terri Morasco: “We told you that you were going to see some world-class technical wrestling, and we have not been liars. We’ve seen new holds, new escapes from holds, and generally a level of mat wrestling not a lot of the competitors in the IWF can reach.”
Vasco Dias: “As someone who was once thought of as a pretty good technical wrestler, I can freely admit that what Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen are doing right now is on a level I couldn’t go to.”
{Moving back into the center of the ring, shaking out his left arm again, Andrew quickly finds himself in the position of defending a double-leg takedown from Nighthawk before sprawling out to the point where he can hook in a front headlock instead and then use a quick head-and-arm takedown to turn that into a quick reverse chinlock, which he then turns into a seated sleeper. Saying “No Mr. Official” very calmly when the referee comes over to check on him Nighthawk now begins to work on trying to figure out a proper escape from this hold, a task made all that harder when the Minneapolis native places his knee in the middle of the back to keep the Chicago native stationary as best as he can. Crossing his legs together at the ankle Nighthawk threads his left hand through the opening that he created for himself and then wiggles that in front of Andrew Jacobsen. Looking down at the hand the “North Star” takes the bait and grabs the left hand only for Nighthawk to grab a tight wristlock and look to go for an elevated wristlock variant known as the Jim Breaks Special. But as the “Wrestling Machine” tries to get that applied Andrew is able to spin his way out of that and again look to apply a sleeper which Nighthawk escapes by pushing his hand inside the hold to get out of it and then uses his advantage in speed and agility to hook in a standing double wristlock. Shaking his head, not wanting to waste a second’s worth of a time with trying to counter out of this, Andrew quickly reaches out and grabs the closest rope to force a break. Stretching out on the ropes as best he can, clearly favoring his left arm, Andrew tries to hook in another cravate only to see Nighthawk spin out and hit a tilt-a-whirl armdrag that sends him rocking into the corner. Chasing after him looking for a diving version of the same move Nighthawk finds him alley-ooped over the top turnbuckle but manages to land on the ring apron. As he does that however Andrew takes advantage of the opening and hits a running shoulder tackle that sends the “Man of 1000 Holds” flying off of the apron and onto a ringside guardrail ribs-first, landing hard on a ringside photographer as he does so.}
Terri Morasco: “And after yet more world-class technical wrestling, Andrew Jacobsen has found the opening he was looking for. It’s not the neck or the legs, however. It’s the ribs of Nighthawk that have been a source of some conjecture among members of the locker room as to how injured they still are.”
Vasco Dias: “And you want no body part hurt against a technician of the caliber of Andrew Jacobsen. Nighthawk has to be very careful here not to be trapped in a submission he can’t get out of.”
{Shaking his left arm out to try and get rid of the numbness Andrew Jacobsen quickly rolls to the floor and delivers a series of hard stomps to the ribs of Nighthawk, each one causing him to let out louder and louder screams of pain. Rolling the Chicago native back into the ring Andrew Jacobsen then delivers a quartet of seated kneelifts to the ribs, following that up with a Stretch Plum as he tries to draw a submission. Screaming out no as well as he can with his breathing impaired by his injured ribs Nighthawk nonetheless manages to crawl to the ropes and force a break, popping his head through the bottom rope to try and catch any breath that he can. seeing it the Man of Steel Champion pulls him away from the ropes and decides to continue working on the ribs, landing a hard kneedrop to the ribs followed by a gutbuster before covering and getting a 2-count. Looking at the referee in a combination of frustration and shock that the “Wrestling Machine” has managed to kick out the “North Star” picks Nighthawk up and drops him stomach-first across the top turnbuckle, leaving him on the ring apron exhausted. Measuring his man Andrew buries another shoulder into the midsection, leaving him perfectly open for a floatover slingshot suplex that gets a 2-count but allows him to float right through into a bodyscissors as he again tries to draw a submission. Gritting his teeth as he tries to figure a way out of the problem Nighthawk again reaches out for the ropes and gets them, only to be pulled right back in and hit with a variation of the Cold Snap that lands on the ribs instead of the back. Somehow managing to kick out mere milliseconds before the referee counts to 3 Nighthawk again tries to roll to the floor to get some semblance of relief, but can’t get it as Andrew pulls him back in and this time applies a standing abdominal stretch and reaches back behind him to hold onto the ropes out of view of the referee. As the crowd screams and hollers to get the referee’s attention Andrew Jacobsen turns to the front row and pantomimes “Be Quiet” as he continues to hold onto the ropes as Nighthawk screams in absolute agony. But just as the “Man of 1000 Holds” is ready to submit the referee notices and forces the break of the hold, allowing Nighthawk to finally roll to the floor and try and get some breath back in his body.}
Terri Morasco: “How much of this can Nighthawk take? More importantly, how much of this will the referee allow him to take?”
Vasco Dias: “We saw the match where Nighthawk broke these ribs, and he just kept going. There is no quit in him, at all. If he loses this match by any way other than pin, it will be because the referee stops it.”
{Gasping for as much air as he can get Nighthawk slowly pulls himself up to a seated position only to be kneed in the ribs again by Andrew Jacobsen who again places his man on the ring apron. Going for an outside-in springboard clothesline Anrew is horrified when Nighthawk moves out of the way at the last moment, causing him to bang his left arm hard on the ring apron as he falls to the unpadded floor below. Taking short gulps of breath, asking for and getting tape from the referee to place around his ribs, Nighthawk takes one look down at the situation and shrugs as if seeming to realize that everything he does from this moment forward is only going to make his ribs hurt worse. Nonetheless he waits until Andrew staggers back to his feet and then onto the ring apron before hitting a no-look backflip enzuigiri to the left arm followed by a running yakuza kick to the jaw which he follows up with a spaceman asai moonsault to the floor. Letting out a war cry which he seemingly regrets a second later as he holds his ribs Nighthawk rolls the “North Star” into the ring before hitting a gorgeous Air Pillman, pointing to the sky and mouthing the words “Flyin’ Brian” in tribute to his apparent idol. Going for a quick cover, but failing to hook a leg, the “Wrestling Machine” is only able to kick out but quickly decides to keep the pressure on by hitting a 2nd-rope diving elbowdrop and again covering but somehow again failing to hook a leg which nets him another 2-count, this one a touch longer than the 1st. Retreating to a neutral corner Nighthawk signals for a palm strike on Andrew Jacobsen only to walk right into a sit-out spinebuster that gets an impossibly long 2-count. Setting up himself for Lights Out Andrew goes for the Superkick only to see Nighthawk duck out of the way and land a desperation lungblower to the left arm which sends Andrew to one knee clutching his left arm.}
{Seeing his best chance to get the victory Nighthawk rushes in only to get caught with a forearm to the ribs on the way in, followed by a fireman’s carry rib-breaker right into a lying bearhug. Squeezing as best he can Andrew tries desperately to finish the match as Nighthawk tries to escape, that is until he begins to gurgle blood on the left shoulder of Andrew Jacobsen. Seeing it immediately the referee calls off the contest and pulls Andrew off before informing the ring announcer of what happened.}
Alison Valance: “If I may have your attention please…. Nighthawk was no longer able to defend himself. Therefore, the winner via referee stoppage….. ‘The North Star’ Andrew Jacobsen!”
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SEGMENT
”Silly Little Man”
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{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOThe crowd boo loudly as the member of Body Count, Kyle Mason emerges on the stage without anyone else.}Vasco Dias: Wonder what Mason wants to come out for?
Terri Morasco: Hasn't really been seen until recently!
{Mason storms down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He ignores the crowd and immediately asks for the microphone. One of the keepers gives him one as he indicates to cut his music.}Kyle Mason: I've been with this company since May of 2014 and up until recently this company has given me zilch! I bust my ass every day to get better, bleed to endure longer matches and to toughen up! What the hell has this company given me? What has this company done to elevate Kyle Mason? What has Roberto Verona done for Kyle Mason? NOTHING!!!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}Kyle Mason: IWF didn't help Kyle Mason, being a member of body count did! And ever since I joined Body Count Kyle Mason has been alive and kicking! I'm FINALLY getting booked in matches, i'm main eventing later on tonight! Who thought that would happen! And thanks to Open Fight Night I showed the champ his true colours and later on tonight will show the world that Kyle Mason is alive and very much kicking asses!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}Kyle Mason: But I don't want to stop it at Open Fight Night. I want to keep the ball rolling until titles are in mine and Body Counts hands! Alex Jones once told me that one moment can change your career, but it's up to you to make your name to be continually remembered! And Kyle Mason is ready to challenge Atwater for the Invictus title!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}Kyle Mason: So I am going to start Body Counts campaign tonight with a win in the main event against Zasshu and Renee! And I will continue to jump up the rankings to fight Atwater for the Invictus championship!!! So I am issuing an OPEN CHALLENGE of my own to any man brave enough to take on a member of Body Count at Extreme Endurance!!!!
{OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH}Kyle Mason: I'm not fading away anymore I am taking my chances, so whoever has got the balls to fight me in Tokyo then come out right now!!!!
Terri Morasco: Kyle Mason wants his chance!
Vasco Dias: Don't blame him! If he wants a shot at Atwater now is the time to do it.
{Mason drops the mic as he goats to whoever wants to face him at the Pay Per View. He looks around at the crowd as he waits. He opens his hand out waiting for his soon to be pay per view opponent. The pause continues as they all look on at the stage until.}{OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!}Terri Morasco: Oh my!!
{The music plays as the crowd look on, the black death DaMarius Thomas emerges on the stage, with a smile on his face and nodding.}Vasco Dias: The Black Death is in Japan!
{Thomas confidently storms down the ramp as Mason looks on, trying not to bite his lip.}Terri Morasco: Big DaMarius Thomas! The six foot 10 athletic giant!
{Thomas looks on as he jumps onto the ring mat before walking over the ropes and into the ring. The music cuts off as Thomas and Mason stare each other down.}Vasco Dias: Look at the size difference between these guys!
Terri Morasco: It's like a man versus a child!
{Thomas smirks again before nodding, accepting his challenge at Extreme Endurance. Mason is unsure what to do, he tries to keep a cold face, but the sheer presence of the Black Death makes him breathe more. Out of nowhere two Body Count followers attack him from behind! Mason rolls out of the way as the unknown two guys go for the attack on Thomas!}Terri Morasco: Who the hell are they?
Vasco Dias: That's the influence of Body Count for you!
{Mason smirks as he sees the two on one advantage, but Thomas soon gets the upper hand pushing one of them in the air before catching them in a Samoan Drop! Thomas then gets a hold of the other one and delivers a thunderous belly to belly suplex! He grabs the same man behind for another snap breaking suplex! He sees the other one trying to get back up so he bounces off the ropes....BEAST MODE!Mason's smile is wiped away as Thomas begins laughing. He lifts one of the guys up!...BLACK FIVE!Thomas makes a cut throat motion, which Mason shakes his head at as the Black Death lifts the other man up.}Mason: You won't beat me Thomas!!!
{A SECOND BLACK FIVE!Thomas looks at the destruction he caused before sarcastically dusting his hands. His music plays as both men stare each other down.}Terri Morasco: It looks like the first victim of the Black Death has been marked! Can Mason continue to shut up the critics?
Vasco Dias: Thomas' debut match is against a Body Count member! What a match these two will have!!
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SINGLES MATCH
Aaron Owens vs Rob Diamond
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Vasco Dias: Welcome to Open Fight Night here on Monday Night Sacrifice. Next up we’ve got a rematch from a few weeks back, Rob Diamond versus Aaron Owens.
Terri Morasco: Owens asked for this match last week on Sacrfice.
Vasco Dias: With a little push from Alex Jones to make it happen.
Terri Morasco: It makes me wonder if Body Count sees Rob Diamond as a potential threat or if they really want Owens to prove himself?
Vasco Dias: My guess would be anyone who once competed for the Imperial Title is a threat in Alex Jones’ eyes.
Terri Morasco: So Rob should probably watch his back?
Vasco Dias: Absolutely.
{ "Blackstar" hits and Owens bursts from behind the curtain, bouncing up and down atop the stage area. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping the outstretched hands of the fans, and quickly scales the ring steps before stepping through the ropes and making his way towards the nearest corner. He continues to bounce in place while waiting for the match to begin. }
Vasco Dias: Owens looks primed and ready.
Terri Morasco: This kid has been looking to prove himself since day one and right now tonight is his chance. A win over Rob Diamond would be huge for Owens’ career.
Vasco Dias: But he’s going to have to go through hell to get it.
Are you ready??
{ Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP hits the pa as the lights start to strobe pink. Rob Diamond slowly struts out onto the ramp as the crowd pops huge for him, he smiles and looks around the arena and slowly raises his arms over his head. Just as Jekyll and Hyde kicks into high gear he brings his arms down in an epic crotch chop as pink pyro explodes in an X behind him. He bgins his march down the ramp slapping hands with fans holding signs for him and wearing his awesome t-shirts. He points here and there making certain women feel special and wet in their pants as he gets to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. }
Alison Valance: Introducing to the ring at this time, weighing in at two hundred and four pounds, he is THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME! The King of Diamonds, The Xtreme American Dream, The Bloody Cinderella, The one and only, the Alpha and Omega, The beginning and the end, The baddest mama jama in the multiverse, You can't believe there's none better, Better than Butter, The Mad Titan, The Dark Lord of the Sith... THE INFAMOUS ROB DIAMOND!!!!!
{ Rob stands in the middle of the ring and asks the crowd for silence, he takes a mic as the crowd dies down and so does his music... }
Rob Diamond: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls and single ladies of ALL AGES!!!!!..... LETS GET READY TO SUCK IT!!!!!!!
{ He tosses the mic and hits one final crotch chop as the crowd goes nuts. }
Vasco Dias: I really don’t understand what the crowd loves about this degenerate.
Terri Morasco: He’s incredibly sexy and makes all the ladies swoon.
Vasco Dias: Are you kidding me?
Terri Morasco: Hell to the no.
{ Rob loosens his neck as Owens hops from one foot to the other. The referee calls for the ball and Owens takes off out of his corner and looks for a running knee to start. Rob quickly moves out of the way and Owens crashes into the turn buckles. Rob grabs him quick for a reverse neck breaker out of the corner. }
Vasco Dias: Owens went for the kill shot right off the bat and missed.
Terri Morasco: Rob is a veteran, it’s going to take a lot to surprise him.
{ Rob backs off from Owens and waits for him to stand, once he does Rob tells him to bring it and Owens hauls off with a shin kick to Rob’s side. Rob want another so Owens starts to unload some heavy kicks to Rob’s side and eventually after about five Rob doubles over and Owens hits a leaping knee to the head of Rob. Rob stumbles back and falls into the corner and Owens takes off and leaps through the air with a hang time drop kick on Rob! }
Vasco Dias: There we go, this is the kind of intensity we need to see from Aaron Owens.
Terri Morasco: The kid is looking good so far tonight.
{ Owens hops up onto the top rope as Rob slowly rolls out of the corner and tries to get to his feet. Owens lines up the shot and leaps off with a cross body on Rob but Rob rolls him through to a pin fall. ONE! And a kick out! }
Vasco Dias: Rob tried to steal the momentum from Owens.
{ Both men are right to their feet and Owens connects with a spinning heel kick and then a step up enzugiri. Owens takes Rob by the wrist and throws him across the ring into the ropes, Owens follows him in with a leaping knee that sends Rob over the top and onto the ring apron. }
Terri Morasco: Owens doesn’t want to take this to the outside.
Vasco Dias: No I don’t think so, not after last time.
{ Owens looks poised to do something here as he runs back across the ring and bounces off the ropes, Rob stands up on the apron and Owens sunset flips over the ropes and grabs Rob as he does so for a wicked power bomb off the ring apron onto the padded floor! }
Vasco Dias: OH MY GOD!
Terri Morasco: That was incredible!
{ The crowd is on their feet now as Owens gets back to his, he looks a little groggy from the landing but he doesn’t wait as he grabs Rob and pulls him to his feet. Owens throws Rob hard into the guard rails then pulls him back out and hits the Board Wiper into the ring apron! }
Vasco Dias: Owens is holding his own on the outside!
Terri Morasco: He’s definitely not looking as timid as last time.
{ Owens hits several hard kicks to the mid-section of Rob as he lays on the floor. Owens reaches down and pulls him up by the beard. Owens rolls him back into the ring and climbs onto the apron, he takes a hold of the top rope and sling shots himself back into the ring but Rob gets his knees up and Owens lands back first across them! Rob pushes him off and pulls himself up by the ropes. Rob turns and runs at Owens as he stands, Rob ducks the clothes line, bounces off the ropes and comes back with a SPEAR! }
Terri Morasco: Diamond is making a comeback!
Vasco Dias: Owens needs to get the momentum back!
{ Rob is right up and hits a stiff kick to Owens as he stands then whips him hard into the corner of the ring, Rob runs in with a big shoulder block to the mid-section of Owens in the corner and then sets his legs up on the second rope. }
Vasco Dias: Oh no…
{ Rob backs up then connects with SHATTERED DREAMS!!! }
Vasco Dias: Owens is going to feel that for a while.
{ Rob backs off and looks for the Bronco Buster but Owens kips his feet up and catches Rob in the jaw with his heels! Owens gets up behind Rob and hits him with a double arm trapped German suplex bridged into a pin! ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: Owens almost had him there!
Terri Morasco: It was close but not close enough!
{ Owens gets back to his feet and grabs Rob he looks for a wheel barrow lift but Rob blocks it ands gets behind Owens and hits a release German suplex! Owens tries to get up but Diamond is right there with a Fist Full of Democracy! Owens staggers and Rob grabs him by the neck and tights and runs him hard into the ring post! }
Vasco Dias: Rob is getting vicious now.
{ Rob pulls him out of the corner and then throws him through the ropes to the outside. }
Terri Morasco: And taking this back to the outside.
{ Rob jumps out after him and grabs a steel chair from under the ring. }
Vasco Dias: What does he have planned here?
{ Rob sits the chair down in the corner of the guard rails and then grabs Owens by the hair, he runs him down the side of the ring apron and slams his head into the ring post before throwing him into the chair in a seated position. }
Terri Morasco: This should be interesting.
{ Rob climbs up onto the apron, he walks all the way down one side then turns and sprints down the ring apron before jumping off and hitting a flying double knee on the seated Aaron Owens! }
Vasco Dias: OH MY GOD!
Terri Morasco: Rob rarely takes to the sky but when he does it sure does some damage!
{ The crowd is pumped now as Rob takes Owens off the chair and throws him back first into the ring apron. Rob follows it up with a clothes line against the ring apron then rolls him back into the ring. }
Vasco Dias: Owens has taken some serious punishment here.
Terri Morasco: He needs to turn this around before it’s too late.
{ Rob smirks as he climbs the ropes and heads to the top. }
Vasco Dias: Rob looks to make a point here.
Terri Morasco: He’ll be looking for the Fifty Star Frog Splash here.
{ Rob stands on the top rope and leaps off but Aaron manages to roll out of the way as Rob lands gut first on the canvas, Diamond tries to get right up but Owens rolls him up from behind and grabs Rob’s belt as he does so for the extra leverage! }
Terri Morasco: He’s got Rob by the belt!
Vasco Dias: The referee doesn’t see it!
{ The referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! }
Vasco Dias: Aaron Owens did it! He beat Rob Diamond!!!
{ Owens quickly rolls out of the ring as Rob gets right back to his feet and shoves the referee hard down onto his back side. }
Terri Morasco: Owens stole a huge win here tonight!
{ Rob looks down at the referee and then out to Owens who is quickly backing up the ramp. }
Vasco Dias: Diamond doesn’t look happy at all.
Terri Morasco: Would you?
Vasco Dias: No but Owens looks thrilled.
{ Rob smirks at Owens and gives him a slow golf clap as Owens looks pretty proud of himself. }
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SEGMENT
”Earn It”
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{The drumbeat of "When the Levee Breaks" begins echoing through the arena, and a raspy harmonica heralds Andrew Jacobsen as he walks onto the stage. Jacobsen holds a mic in his hand and smiles as the crowd boo wildly, yet a few cheers can still be heard from the rafters...}
Vasco Dias: Apparently we are going to hear from our new Man of Steel Champion...
Terri Morasco: You mean Alex let him off the leash long enough?!
{Andrew's music dies down as he makes his way down to the ring, he ignores the few outstretched hands though, clearly meaning business as he enters the ring, his music cuts out and raises the mic to his lips.}
Andrew Jacobsen: For weeks now, I have been forced to sit back and watch an honorless, disgusting, undeserving man strut around as the Imperial Champion. While the rest of you have been oohing and aaahing at his supposed change, I've been wondering when your standards got so low!
{The crowd boos, but Jacobsen simply signals for them to be quiet, pulling more boos from the crowd.}
Andrew Jacobsen: And then, last week...he made a mistake. The big oaf looked away from Verona and to us—or, as he puts it, he sent a message...in Aaron's blood. He drew blood from Body Count, and that's a fatal mistake no matter who you are. Here's the thing, kids: I don't need Alex's permission to act. I don't need his encouragement, like some attack dog. I can see perfectly clearly what the infection in this company is...and it's Renee Pleasant.
{The crowd pops as I smell a massacre - Butcher Babies. Hits the speakers and Renee wanders out onto the stage Amber by his side and the pair, openly laughing, as his music dies out he pulls a mic out of his back pocket and up to his lips...}
Renee Pleasant: Fuckin' hell, yah Body Count bitches are like ants... Yah crush one an' ah hoard more rise up tah defend tha Queen....
Vasco Dias: Heh... Alex is the queen...
Terri Morasco: I think we all got that Vasco.
Renee Pleasant: Ah'll tell yah tha same thing ah told yah lil buddy - Yah dunnae demand ah shot from meh, yah fuckin' earn it and Andy...bleedin' fer Acehole ain't wha ah'd call earnin' ah shot...
{Renee and Amber laugh slightly as the crowd cheers, Jacobsen however remains perfectly composed in the middle of the ring...}
Andrew Jacobsen: I don't want your title Renee...I want YOU.
{The crowd pops at this, the idea of Champion v Champion!}
Andrew Jacobsen: And, at Extrene Endurance, I WILL get my chance to cut out the infection before it spreads further. I will show the world exactly what kind of gutless, dishonorable dog of a champion you really are!
Renee Pleasant: Aye? Ah cannae fuckin' wait...
{Renee turns to walk away, but is called back by Jacobsen....}
Andrew Jacobsen: Oh, Renee, we aren't done. Y'see, you like to call yourself the fighting champion, don't you? Like to claim you're a Champion of the people? Well, you're just so lucky that I'm going to give you a chance to prove it. I'll put my title on the line next week, no questions asked - that is, of course, if you have the brass to put yours on the line too!
{Renee turns back laughing and nods his head..}
Renee Pleasant: Pick yah poison...
Andrew Jacobsen: Well, since you brought it up Renee, how about we start with the man you claim hasn't earned this—something I wholly disagree with—Kyle Mason!
{Renee starts laughing loudly, he shakes his head and holds up a hand...}
Renee Pleasant: Yah undastan' tha yah sposed tah try an' get meh tah lose rite...?
{Jacobsen sets his jaw and doesn't rise to the jibe... Just then, Amber leans up and whispers something into Renee's ear...}
Renee Pleasant: Ah, all rite then Andy... Tha wife an' ah, we reckon we got someone exactly yah calibre... Sumone who will be ah real challenge to tha Man o' Steel... Todd Williams!
{The whole arena starts laughing, Jacobsen's cheeks flush red with anger but he sill doesn't rise as Renee nods his head with a smile...}
Renee Pleasant: An' as fer Extreme Endurance.. Ah'll see yah there, tha is of course, if yah still Champion...
{I smell a Massacre - Butcher Babies. Hits the speakers as Renee tosses the mic to the floor and disapears back through the curtain. Andrew shakes his head, rolling out of the ring and mouthing off to the crowd about how he's the superior champion.}
Vasco Dias: I have just received word that Renee AND Andrew will be joining us for Alex v Christian shortly...
Terri Morasco: Well... That won't be awkward at all....
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SINGLES MATCH
Christian Mercer vs Alex Jones
w/ Renee Pleasant and Andrew Jacobsen on commentary
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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 makes his way down to the ring with Ana Valentine and Andrew Jacobsen 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.}
Vasco Dias: There's the former Imperial champion and the former Diamonds champion, a golden couple...
Terri Morasco: Hey look Vasco Andrew Jacobsen looks to be joining us on commentary...
Vasco Dias: Hey Andrew...
Andrew Jacobsen: Vasco...Terri....great to see you....
{The lights flicker as "Wanted dead or alive" by Bon Jovi plays. Christian walks out onto the stage in his wrestling gear with a long sleeved grey jacket over the top, Amy steps out behind him with Austin on the other side. The three make their way down to the ring and Christian walks up the steps as Austin leaps on the apron and opens the ropes for his dad before jumping down.}
Vasco Dias: For those of you who don't know, about 20 years ago a VERY young Christian Mercer was an up and coming star in professional wrestling
Terri Morasco: But then he sold out and became a trainer...
Andrew Jacobsen: I remember him from my youth....I always thought he should of been a champion...
Vasco Dias: Do you think he could surprise Alex?
Andrew Jacobsen: Alex is in his prime, but he should't underestimate Christian...
{Alex and Christian stare across the ring at one another, before they can lock up "I smell a massacre" by the Butcher Babies hits and Renee Pleasant walks out with Amber by his side, they make their way down to the ring and Amber brushes past Ana as Renee steps over to the commentary booth picking up a headset.}
Vasco Dias: The champ is here...
Renee Pleasant: Dun do tha Vasco.....
Terri Morasco: What brings you down here Renee?.....
Renee Pleasant: Ah thought anyone culd be down ere'
{Alex seems to be distracted by Renee and turns, Christian takes advantage of he distraction and slams into Alex from behind with a forearm, Alex stumbles as he turns and Christian unleashes on Alex with hard right hands while wrapping his hand around Alex's hair. Christian whips Alex down and then drops down and forward to one knee ramming his other knee into Alex's back. Christian doesn't waste any time or movement, he pulls Alex down and grinds his forearm into Alex's face as he pins 1......2.....Alex kicks out}
Vasco Dias: That was close but it wasn't enough to keep Alex down.
Andrew Jacobsen: It's going to take more than that to beat Alex...
Renee Pleasant: 'ow wuld ya know Andy?. Ya neva beat ya queen....
{Christian pulls Alex up and whips him across the ring, Christian ducks down for a back body drop, Alex turns and rolls backwards over Christians back landing on his feet, Christian turns and Alex hits an arm drag, they both pop back up and Christian does the same to Alex. Alex spins and slides on his knee's before standing up, Christian goes for a lariat, Alex ducks and Christian hits the ropes, Alex leapfrogs then does a drop down before popping up and hitting a perfect high standing dropkick.
Alex pops up to his feet and throws his arms out to the side. Christian slides from the ring to recoup. Austin and Amy come to his side, Alex hits the ropes and leaps over the top with a summersault plancha, Christian moves to the side pulling Amy out of the way causing Alex to land on Austin.}
Vasco Dias: There's that reckless style Alex is known for...
Renee Pleasant: Ay it's reckless, but Alex holds nothin back...unlike you eh Andy?
Andrew Jacobsen: Keep talking Renee, when I get my hands on you I'll show you the price for arrogance....
{Alex vets to his feet and Christian comes flying in with a european uppercut, Alex stumbles back and Christian pulls him back and around into the ring. Christian grabs Alex by the head and slams in a headbutt, Alex shakes it off and sits up, Christian hits the ropes and hits a dropkick to Alex as he's sitting down. Christian pins again 1....2.....Alex again kicks out. Christian hits the ropes swinging in the ropes for leverage as Alex gets to his feet going for the pendulum lariat he calls the Vegas strip, Alex ducks out of the way and leaps up turning in mid air hitting the AJ guri}
Terri Morasco: Christian tried to take Alex's head off!
Andrew Jacobsen: Alex was fast and good enough to avoid and counter...
Renee Pleasant: Am I tha only one tired of tha monotone voice?
{Alex shakes off the attack from Christian as Christian holds the side of his head looking out of it. Alex hits the ropes and goes for the curb stomp, Christian moves out of the way and goes for the lariat again, Alex ducks and kicks Christian in the stomach hitting the pedigree he calls the dragon sleeps he pins 1....2.....3}
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SEGMENT
”9-27-15”
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{The camera cuts to a segment where males circle and form a crowd with two males fighting in the middle. They egg the fighters on as they trade punches with their faces swollen up. One dodges a punch before the camera in slow motion sees the other guy punching his opponent in the jaw with teeth being ripped off from the mouth!}
See this? That is me kicking in the cunt of a twat. This is what i've been daeing fur a livin.
{The camera cuts to a bloodied man with a towel covering his head.}
Ma life has been about fighting scumbags. You see the circle of life is fighting oot. If yur not fighting with or for your health, its your jobs, your position, your family, your friends. Life is all about fighting to survive and try get close tae the throne as possible. You see in tha' animal kingdom. You see it with tha' scumbags known as the human race.
{The male wipes away his nose.}
So when you think what I dae is pointless, just remember we're aw in a fight just living life. You will aw soon see how bonny of a job I dae when it's ma cue to fight. Now that I hae a paid job daeing this, you'll see an even more bonnier job of seeing mugs faces look like roadkill.
It's ma job tae bring people back to where they really are in life. It's ma job tae be the bad guy. It's ma job to bruise, bleed and break people.
{He snorts blood out of his nose before coughing hard. Slowly he pulls the bloody towel off his head.}
It's ma job tae be the Hooligan.
{'I'm Shipping Out to Boston' plays loud as Hooligan smiles with teeth missing from his mouth. He gives a cheeky wink before the camera goes black.}
HOOLIGAN
IS COMING TO IWF
...
27TH SEPTEMBER!!
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SEGMENT
”Z”
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{The camera cuts to Mohammed Al Thani who is getting ready for his match in the International Invitational. He slaps his face to psych himself up before getting ready to leave.}
Al Thani: Right, let's show these stupid Americans they don't rule everything!
{Mohammed opens the door and is just about to close it before his eyes widen open after seeing something.}
Al Thani: Omar!
{Omar, Mohammeds personal assistant, arrives.}
Al Thani: Who the hell did this?
{The camera pans before revealing someone in gold spray paint painted the letter Z on his private door on his private locker room.}
Al Thani: Grr stupid Japanese backroom staff! Let's go! And make sure someone cleans that up!
Omar: Yes sir.
{The duo leave as the camera zooms in on the letter Z spray painted on his door.}
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INTERNATIONAL INVITATIONAL
Mohamed Al-Thani vs Solomon Khan
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{The camera cuts back to the middle of the ring where Soloman Khan is in the middle of the ring, about to be the first competitor to take part in the international invitational.}
Alison Valance: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Mohammed Al Thani presents the International Invitational! Where strictly no Americans will take part."
{A mixed reaction from the crowd.}
"And now your host, all the way from Doha Qatar! MOHAMMED AL THANI!"
{PRAISE QATAR!
PRAISE AL THANI!
The Pearl Gladiators theme hits as he immediately emerges from the ring, asking for his music to be cut.}
Al Thani: Woah, woah woah! I asked IWF for great international talent, not this piece of crap!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}
Al Thani: This what IWF wants you all to think. That there the only cream that can rise to the top is American! BULL SHIT! They want to inject you with American venom! They want you to BELIEVE that there is nothing from the rest of the world! Soloman; you may fit the 'internationa' criteria. But you sure as hell don't fit the talent one!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Mohammed walks into the ring.}
Al Thani: Never the less, we carry on! I am the International sensation of IWF! I am going to carry on the international strikeforce of winning the titles from American deliquents! But Soloman if you think you can beat me....Best of luck!
{Mohammed drops the mic as the ref clears him to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Mohammed hits a lethal roundhouse kick that knocks Khan to the ring mat!}
Al Thani (To Khan): Or not!
{Mohammed picks up Soloman and hits vicious uppercuts before hitting a belly to belly suplex! He shakes his before looking back at the tron. He lifts Khan up.
...
WRATH OF SHARIA!
COVER;
1..
2..
3!
DING DING DING
Mohammed picks up the mic and immediately asks for his music to be cut.}
Al Thani: IWF....GIVE ME A FIGHT! GIVE ME A GOOD INTERNATIONAL FIGHT!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}
Al Thani: I've had enough of IWF showing the world that the rest of the world isn't good enough. So this is an open challenge to all the international talent that think they stand up to the level that I am at! No more of these jobbers! No more of these idiots that don't deserve a contract here! The undefeated international invitational carries on with your next man of steel champion! Mohammed Al Thani!
{BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}
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SEGMENT
”Caine Adams Has Arrived”
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{On a simple blank screen, blackened by the lack of electricity flowing through it's man made veins, the reflections of all those tuning into IWF for their annual dose of that violent craze known as professional wrestling that has taken the world by storm as it's own. In a flash that sent many members of the Imperial Wrestling fan base back from their screens out of shock, static took the screen. The "storm" burned for a few seconds before a voice began to speak. The somewhat youthful voice was something completely new to the audience, which attracted their senses even more. As he spoke, the words that rang through the air appeared through the static on the screen.}
"Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix."
Announcer A: "Can you believe this! There's nothing stopping Caine Adams now! All he needs is the cover and he retains his world title!"
Announcer B: "Well don't count on that, look who's behind him!"
{WHAM!
The noises that made little to no sense to those who watched on from the comfort of their own homes could be lifted thanks to the sights that now revealed themselves on the screen. Like a revelation to the dumbfounded, a familiar sight, a ring, took form. The canvas was a basic white, a blurred logo to avoid copyright issues placed strategically in the center to push the name of the wrestling federation that owned it. Blue ring-ropes surrounded the mat, enclosing it, and separating those wild, uncontrollable fans from the warriors that battled for nothing but honor and glory inside of it.
Hmm...glory? Is that what they called it? Four men stood on that canvas, painting it with their blood like a carefully-crafted DaVinci painting. It appeared like good sport, almost like art to the hundreds of mindless savages that watched on, chanting for the violence to go to an even higher level, blind to what was really going on. The self-afflicted torture. The suffering. Ah, the suffering, and they wanted more. Perhaps they weren't the only ones? With great ease and grace, a single man delivered a kick with pin-point accuracy, dropping one of his three opponents to the ground. Sensing another in his presence, a simple leap sent the man above and over his second opponent, following up with yet another kick. The ring was clear, victory was all but certain. The man brushed his long, black hair from his face, his tongue licking the inside of the silver lip ring this went through the right-side of his bottom lip. The spotlights, each positioned on the four corners of the small arena, glared over his body, brightening the many tattoos over his body. The words "Straight Edge" across his abs in an arch burning into the eyes of blood-thirsty masses. Two fists rose into the air, whipping the arena into a frenzy. A smirk grew on the lips with the man who stood above the fallen, his sadistic nature climbing out through his face in the purest form. He liked this. The pain was comfortable, and the war chants of those fans were intoxicating to him.
Nothing could change this.
Nothing could ruin his moment of glory.
He was wrong..............
He was too focused, some say, that, or not focused enough. He was never the one who cared what the people thought, but tonight his ego got to him. He was before the kingdom, and he was their king. Blinded by fame, he did not see his third enemy, the fourth member of the match, slide into the ring. His ear twitched and he knew he had to turn, but it was too late. The right-leg of his opponent shot up, the hook-like feature of his foot catching him perfectly. The lights, so bright before, now dimmed. Everything became faded. A shake, a rattle, a bump, and the noises began to leave his ears. Everything was going away. Before all was gone, three thuds rang in his ears, then all went black.}
"His name was....fuck it. He was the new guy, and hey, I was on top of the world. I was the World Champion. I was the king of the castle, and he was just some petty rat. Yeah, a damn rat. This was my time, my show. These were my people, and I was their champion, whether they liked it or not, and trust me, they didn't. They hated me. My face, my life, everything I did made these people enraged, and I loved it. They were nobodies. Just a mass of intoxicated flesh and blood, downing their cups of poison and mauling the vast amounts of garbage that they called food. They just sat there, getting fatter and drunker, screaming for more blood. Ah....those screams. Those insufferable screams. "We want tables" followed by the claps of those swine's hooves against each other. It was enough to drive a normal man to madness. Too bad I wasn't a normal man. I was on a plane higher than any of these slobs could reach, no matter how much of their special "substances" they took into their bodies. Who the hell were they to tell me that I was their servant. I was better, plain and simple, and I was going to show it I threw my arms into the air, showing those idiots that their heroes had all just been humbled by the one man they hated simply because they couldn't be him. I was at the peak looking down on them like the Grinch about to steal Christmas, and in a way, I did for that one moment. Then it happened."
{WHAM!}
"I couldn't move. Was it the shock or the impact? Was I going out or was I just in a transe from the fact that I too had become as much of a war monger as the walking dead that came to see this show? I couldn't tell, but all I knew was that I wasn't in the ring anymore. I was gone, and I knew it. "One, two three". That's the last thing I remember. It's kind of funny, actually, passing out on the count of three like that. I'm glad I noticed that. If it wasn't for a little humor, I'd probably be dead. The strike wasn't lethal, I would've just...gave up. I had nothing left. I woke up a few hours later to find out that bitch pushed this guy, and acted like I never existed. Good, Fuck her, I'm glad her damn husband died! I didn't need her! I didn't need that little no name federation! I was the biggest name from the north to ever live! I was "The Straight Edge Curse"! I don't need anybody! Now....life has a way of proving you wrong, and this was one of those times. I quit that supreme failure, and surprise surprise, they went out of business a month later, but I never realized how much I needed that. That feeling of triumph and torment. I lived on the pain of others, and my own suffering. It was just how it was, and nothing more. My gambling money was enough to help me through the days. I watched my riches crumble, and felt my wallet getting smaller and smaller as the days turned into weeks."
"Tick....tock....tick...tock. Every second, every day just melded together. I lost my ideals. I had reverted into the animal that we as humans look down upon. My instincts became my friends, and they were screaming for blood."
"Indy feds. Uh my lips quiver at the mention of those words. I was an elite warrior, a soldier of a movement that based our lives on fighting against the forces of all that is evil, yet seen as pure fun to the rest of our kind, and now I was to perform like a monkey in front of them in the very bars and whore houses that I preached against. I never thought it would come to that, but I needed to survive. I stepped into each and every one of those no-talented locker rooms with the knowledge that at any moment, I could destroy. Strike like the wolf that I am known to be, and rip these kids to shreds. No, that'd have to wait for the ring, and I couldn't help but love that idea. That's what would get me through this."
"You see, I'm am a follower of the Straight Edge lifestyle, but I'm an addict. My addiction is pride. It tastes better on the lips than anything I've ever had. Now, I don't speak of my own pride, but the pride of others. I live off the suffering of others, and there is no better suffering than emotional and mental suffering. The look in the eyes of an undefeated wrestler when they receive their first loss is priceless. The sigh of a champion when they realize that their gold is now around the waist of a man who is simply better than them is like ecstasy. I made it my life mission to reap these small organizations and claim their greatest fighters' pride as my own, and no one could quench my thirst. I was undefeatable, and that should've been enough for any normal man."
"But as I've stated, I am no normal man."
"This wasn't enough. I wanted more, and was going to get more. I stepped into the Ring of Fire a few weeks later, and the story stayed the same. Week after week, another drunkard fell. I became accustomed to locking in my famous hold, the "Bleed the Pure", wrenching back on their neck. The gasps for breath ringing in my ear were of a choir to me. The taps of the hand on the canvas a beat to dance to. I didn't need a belt, because I was still their champion, but once again, I remained hungry for better competition. I needed stronger warriors, and more vile hogs to see it. My message would be sent, but I needed the stage for it to happen."
"That's why I'm here. IWF is that stage. The competition here is world renowned. The blood is constantly flowing. It's the IMPERIAL of WRESTLING! My message will be sent. My war path will rage through the roster of the IWF as I finally satisfy my cravings. The time is now, and I will rise once again. Caine Adams has arrived."
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Sara and Paige Garcia vs Mercedes Vargas and Emma Danielson
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
{“Over You” by Girlicious plays throughout the arena. Seventeen seconds into the song, Paige and Sara come out to a negative reaction as they holds their hand in the air above their heads, their index fingers pointed down at themselves as they do a quick spin around before walking down to the ring, talking themselves up to all of those in attendance and everyone watching at home.}Alison Valance: At a combined weight of 261 pounds, Paige and Sara, the Garcia Twins!
{The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}Terri Morasco: These girls are riding high after Sara’s victory over Crystral last week.
Vasco Dias: They have been impressive over the last couple weeks with their only loss coming to Paige at the hands of Ana Jones…which isn’t something to be too upset about.
Terri Morasco: She was close to a victory, but Ana showed why she’s a Hall of Famer
Alison Valance: And there opponent…
{ Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.}Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS
Well howdy there pardner.