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Post by Riley Gordon on Jun 21, 2016 3:13:43 GMT
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DARK SINGLES MATCH
Eva Broussard vs Pandora Freeman
---------------------------------------------------------- {The match was pretty one sided, and in the end, Pandora was too much for Eva Broussard, hitting her with the Ryl’eth Day Trip (Split-Legged Corkscrew Moonsault) for the one...two...three!}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Johnny Johnson vs Mystery Opponent
---------------------------------------------------------- The camera shifts back towards the ring after the opening of Sacrifice, where we see Johnny Johnson making his return in the squared circle. He has his right foot hoisted on the second turnbuckle, stretching his glutes and hamstrings for his upcoming match.
Terri Morasco: Good to see Mister Johnson making his return back in the ring after a very extended absence with what we have been told was a “severe bicep strain”. Vasco Dias: You’re not being serious, are you? Half a year…for a bicep strain…we hire anyone nowadays. “Aerials” by System of a Down begins to echo throughout the arena. A low mist clouds the stage, as a figure makes himself present. The figure, donning an executioner mask with a suit and aided by the use of a cane, places a cold stare directed towards Johnny Johnson. Johnson, confused as to if this is his opponent, asks the referee if he knows what is going on. The figure begins a slow walk down the ramp, the crowd remaining silent.
Terri Morasco: What an eerie feeling this man brings to himself. Vasco Dias: That walk…it seems so familiar. The figure walks towards the ring stairs, depending on the cane to get up them. Johnson shakes his head at the physical state of his apparent opponent. The man enters through the top and middle ropes, facing Johnny. The referee walks over to him, asking him if he is the one that is scheduled to face Johnson. He simply slowly nods.
Vasco Dias: I got a bad feeling about this guy… The referee steps away from the figure, who raises his cane, pointing it at Johnson. The cane is then placed over his throat, performing a throat-slitting gesture. Johnny, obviously offended, begins to mouth off to the figure, only for a behemoth of a man to blindside him with a Big Boot. The crowd performs a solid pop, not because they favor the man, but from the shock of seeing him.
Vasco Dias: Oh no… Terri Morasco: That’s…that’s Death! That means… The man, indeed Death, looks down at the prone Johnson. The masked figure then proceeds to take off his executioner-style mask, revealing the crazed elder, Jebediah Crowe underneath it. The pop quickly turns to jeers, as Crowe licks his lips in a sadistic manner.
Terri Morasco: Jebediah Crowe! He’s back in the ring! We haven’t seen him or Death in almost a whole calendar year! The man that enjoys nothing more than to see pure anarchy and chaos in front of him has brought his favorite play toy with him back into the IWF! Vasco Dias: And the bell hasn’t even been rung yet…Johnny Johnson might have a very short return. Crowe raises his right hand, his thumb point towards the heavens. Death grabs the locks of Johnny Johnson, placing his head in between the monster’s legs. Wrapping his arms around the waist of Johnson, Death effortlessly lifts Johnson into a Crucifix Powerbomb position. Crowe looks around at the audience, laughing maniacally. His demeanor quickly turns cold and his thumb points towards hell just as quickly. Tossing the much smaller Johnson into the air, Death drops the Average Joe on his neck with The Execution.
Terri Morasco: Oh my god…Johnson isn’t moving… Vasco Dias: Hell has frozen once again! Satan himself is in the ring and the Grim Reaper stands next to him! Crowe demands the referee ring the bell to start the match, which the referee fearfully obliges to. The timekeeper rings the bell, as Crowe walks towards the lifeless body of Johnny Johnson and egotistically places his foot on his chest. The referee falls to his knees, making the count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Vasco Dias: Jebediah Crowe just won his debut match in dominant fashion. Terri Morasco: How can you call that a match? Death just might have ruined Johnny Johnson’s career and Crowe is going to be the one to gain all the credit! Death kicks the body of Johnson out of the ring, as Jebediah Crowe demands that a microphone be placed in his hands. The announcer walks over, having the microphone snatched from them by the old man. Crowe walks to the center of the ring, placing his right index finger to clear his ear. He arrogantly listens to the crowd jeer him, absorbing the hatred.
Jebediah Crowe: Yes…hate me! HATE ME! The crowd continues to jeer Crowe, who simply laughs at them. Death remains emotionless by Crowe’s side.
Jebediah Crowe: A year ago, I came back to you peasants. I came back to see that my destruction be completed! But something was missing…something wasn’t right. Crowe begins to walk back and forth, all attention on the powerful figure.
Jebediah Crowe: I have my monster, my mammoth. I have Death himself by my side! But something was missing…because not even Death himself can win every battle alone. At the sound of those words, three former disciples of Crowe ram through the crowd and leap the barricade, as the crowd turns more into shock at what they are seeing.
Vasco Dias: Is that? Terri Morasco: Oh my god…Plague! Fury! WAR! The four men now stand behind Crowe, who presents them to the crowd, reminding them of the force that once used to wreak havoc in IWF.
Jebediah Crowe: My disciples were lost and they came back…because they know where home truly is! I am the man that spreads Plague, the man full of Fury, the man that starts War, and the man that brings Death…
The camera zooms in on the crazed old man, whose eyes begin to pop out of his head.Jebediah Crowe: I am…the man that leads The Apocalypse… ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Brock vs Johnny Gillmen
---------------------------------------------------------- {Lights go out as Hero by Skillet begins over the PA. As the music picks up, Brock emerges, and strikes an arms out pose on the stage. As the music kicks it up again, the flash of pyros burst upward, and the lights come up as Brock makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands along the way. He slides in the ring, and poses in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: I think Brock has bitten off more than he can chew... Vasco Dias: Normally, I'd disagree with you...but you're right. Hopefully someone on the IWF roster can shut him up before he goes too far! {Cannons shooting jets of water blast high into the air as The Offspring's "Nitro (Youth Energy)" begins to play. A lone blue spotlight appears on-stage as Johnny Gillmen steps in from behind the curtain, sporting aqua blue, olive green, and silver tights with matching boots and tassels and a T-shirt bearing the logo of his alma mater. Carrying his multi-colored surfboard with him, Johnny passes through, high-fiving fans along the way before sliding his longboard underneath the ring and hopping in to wait for his opponent.}Vasco Dias: 'EYYYY!!! Now THAT'S my kind of theme music right there! Terri Morasco: You like The Offspring?! Vasco Dias: Like 'em?! I LOVE The Offspring! Johnny Gillmen just warmed my heart--beats that Metallica song any day of the week! Terri Morasco: Just...focus on the match, dearest. [DING!] {In what has become a repeated trend throughout this tour, Johnny Gillmen starts off the match by shaking Brock's hand, eliciting a cheer from the British faithful, before locking up ring-center. But the upstart Brock, slightly bigger than the Islander alum in both height and weight, takes control by sending his opponent for the ride; Johnny bounces off the ropes and into a dropkick, followed by a second! Before Gillmen can even react, he's flanked on his right side when Brock, springing off the top rope, nails hi with a modified tilt-a-whirl tornado DDT! The IWF rookie, in just his second match, plays to the crowd--split down the middle between supporters of both contestants, grabs Gillmen by the legs and, after dragging him towards the corner, catapults him toward the buckles! Gillmen crunches the top turnbuckle hard with his face before turning around--and into a running bulldog that sends him face-first into the deck! Brock goes for the lateral press...}1...! 2...!! KICKOUT!!! {Brock pulls Gillmen back up to his feet before climbing up to the top! Johnny looks to be dazed, stumbling and bumbling around the ring for a brief moment or two...but as Brock leaps off the top, attempting a blind corkscrew crossbody, Johnny immediately springs to life, rolling out of the way just as Brock hits nothing but canvas!}Terri Morasco: Oy--nothin' but air! Vasco Dias: {starts singing, horribly off-key} "Our generation sees the world not as the same as before. We might as well just throw it all..." {stops singing} C'mon, gorgeous--sing it with me! Terri Morasco: Oh, puh-leeze!?! {Gillmen starts taking command of the match, letting out a fierce battle cry before firing away with a series of Shotokan-inspired kicks and punches that sends his opponent reeling toward the corner. Johnny shoots Brock into the opposite corner, causing the slightly larger Syracuse native to crash hard, back-first into the buckles! Brock staggers forward...and into a snap suplex! The TAMUCC grad twists his opponent before unleashing a high, arcing vertical suplex; Johnny transitions the maneuver into a German suplex, forming a perfect bridge for the pin!}1...! 2...!! NOPE!!! {Johnny nods his head before climbing up to the top rope; earning a few cheers from the UK fanbase with his thumbs up signal, the ex-Islander leaps off the top in an attempt at a 450 splash...only for Brock to roll toward the outside, causing the longtime Texan to smack hard into the mat!}Vasco Dias: And Gillmen makes a goof! Terri Morasco: Okie-doke Vasco, since ya wanna have fun singing Johnny's new theme, I've got a little tune just for you. {starts singing} "Well...I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want; so tell me what ya want, what ya really really want..." {stops singing} Vasco Dias: PFFFFFFT...anything BUT the Spice Girls!! Terri Morasco: Bwahahahaha!!!!! {Just as the man in stripes starts counting, Brock takes a quick breather before reentering the ring. He immediately proceeds to pull Gillmen up by the beard--earning a few derisive Premier League-esque derisive whistles--and sending him back down to the canvas with a classic bodyslam! The native upper New Yorker then climbs up to the top buckles once more, pumping his arms into the air and roaring to the mixed gallery before flying off, connecting with his signature LET DOWN 630 senton maneuver and pinning combination!}1...! 2...!! THREEEE--AWWWWWW!!!! Terri Morasco: Ahhh--so close! Vasco Dias: Brock feels like he just hit the crossbar with his penalty kick and lost the World Cup for his squad! {Brock sighs in disbelief, muttering to himself "I gotta HAVE this, man!" as the referee calmly holds up two fingers. The Syracuse resident decides that enough is enough and heads back up to the third strand once more, prepping himself for a second 630 senton...but Gillmen has other ideas in mind as he gets the knees up just in time, causing Brock to have the win knocked right of him! Sensing the end might be near, Johnny pulls Brock back to a vertical base and slaps on a perfect standing headscissor takedown...transitioning into his famous triangle choke submission!!!}Vasco Dias: WIPEOUUUUUT!!!! Terri Morasco: The submission is locked in--and by all accounts, it could be "game over" for Brock! {Indeed, Brock isn't going anywhere. Johnny has his patented Wipeout locked in good and tight, and no matter how hard he tries to break it, the upstart fighter from Upstate New York can't seem to fight off his opponent. Eventually, Brock has very little choice but to tap out, and the referee calls for the bell!}[DING-DING-DING!!!] {"Nitro (Youth Energy)" begins to play again as Johnny lets go of the hold; he reaches down and pulls Brock up, giving him a high-five for the fun matchup and earning a rousing cheer from the British folks! And just as Johnny's entrance theme hits its chorus...}Vasco Dias: {singing off-key} "And live like there's no tomorrow...!" Terri Morasco: {interrupting} WILL YOU STOP!?!?! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”GTFOOMF.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { We cut backstage to the beautiful A Girl Has No Name Robins who is rushing down the hall way, the camera shaking as it follows her like a bad found footage movie. They come to a sliding stop outside of a large wooden door with a name plate plastered at eye level in gold with black writing reading “Roberto Verona.” }A Girl Has No Name Robins: A Girl Has No Name Robins here, backstage at Open Fight Night. We’ve just gotten word that Rob Diamond is here in the arena tonight. { She looks with a coy smile toward the wooden door and then back to the camera. }A Girl Has No Name Robins: And the rumor is he’s having a meeting with long time rival Roberto Verona. { The door starts to creek open and A Girl Has No Name stands at the ready as Rob Diamond slips out, a sly smile on his face before he sees A Girl Has No Name and the camera. }A Girl Has No Name Robins: Rob! Last week you had some choice words for the fans about what you did to Steve Awesome at Night of the Immortals but you also mentioned you had an announcement. { He looks at her like “And?” }A Girl Has No Name Robins: Was your secret meeting with Roberto Verona about that announcement? Have you been cleared to wrestle again or are the rumors true about the career ending concussion? { Rob breaths in deep and lets out a long sigh before looking A Girl Has No Name right in the eye. }Rob Diamond: Get the f**k out of my face. { And with that he turns around and starts to walk away. A Girl Has No Name watches in stunned silence as Warren Kane comes around the far corner typing away on his cell phone when Rob Diamond shoulder checks him hard. Warren whips around as Rob keeps going. }Warren Kane: Rob? Hey? What the hell? { He doesn’t say a word, he doesn’t look back and Warren stands there with a confused look on his face. }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
JC Keeton vs Nighthawk
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first from Winchester, KY… JC KEETON!!! Terri Morasco: Big match for this young man tonight. Vasco Dias: You've got that right, Terri. {The slow melodic opening strains to “Veins” by HUNTR begins to play and when the beat kicks in pyro explodes from the rampway as JC Keeton steps through the curtain. He makes his way to the ring bouncing in rhythm to the music. When he reaches the ring he leaps up onto the apron and steps through the ropes, He continues to sway and bounce from heel to heel as he awaits the match to start.}Alison Valance: And his opponent hailing from Chicago, IL…”THE WRESTLING MACHINE” NIGHTHAWK!!! {As Alison moves to a neutral corner the lights in the sold-out arena dim for just a moment as the opening strains of "I Remember (Hail To The Victors Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the sound speakers, as Nighthawk walks to the ring confidently shaking hands with the crowd as he does so. Climbing up on the outside of the 2nd and 3rd turnbuckles the "Wrestling Machine" exhorts the crowd to make more and more noise before climbing into the ring and submitting himself to be checked out by the referee.} Terri Morasco: Nighthawk looks confident as he prepares to face the son of one of his greatest rivals. Vasco Dias: It's the classic veteran vs rookie match up. DING DING DING {The bell sounds and both men walk to the center of the ring. Nighthawk raises his hand over his head to initiate a test of strength and JC gladly accepts only to have Nighthawk spin his wrist over twisting the youngsters arm at an awkward angle. Keeton flips over trying to relieve the pressure on his wrist and forearm only to have the arm being held by The Wrestling Machine stomped viciously. Still holding onto the arm Hawk pulls Keeton back to his feet and whips him into the ropes only to take him right back down with an Arm Drag before transitioning to a Cross Arm Breaker.} Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is in complete control here, offensively JC just can't keep up. Vasco Dias: He hasn't had a chance to show any offense yet. {JC defends the Cross Arm Breaker well not allowing the veteran to fully extend his arm thus keeping him out of an any serious danger. Keeton begins dragging Nighthawk towards the ropes in hopes of breaking the hold but Hawk realizes he doesn't have it and flips his legs up latching onto the head of the rookie and applying a triangle choke. JC rolls to his knees with NH still choking the life out of him and he starts to stand and is able to make it upright and dump Nighthawk on his head forcing him to break the hold.}Terri Morasco: Great defense being shown by JC Keeton. {Nighthawk gets to his knees and as he starts to stand Keeton hits a Rocker Dropper and immediately goes for the pin.} 1… {Kickout by Nighthawk} Vasco Dias: It's gonna take a lot more than that, kid. {They both return to their feet and JC attempts a Tornado Kick which Nighthawk easily dodges before slipping behind and nailing a Bridging Dragon Suplex. Keeton kicks out before the referee can even start to count. Hawk quickly gets back to his feet and hits a basement dropkick to Keeton who was also trying to stand. Nighthawk moves out onto the apron and waits for JC to stand before springboarding off for a clothesline but Keeton hits a Leaping Uppercut that catches the unsuspecting Nighthawk square in the jaw.}Terri Morasco: Wow what an uppercut! Vasco Dias: He plucked the Hawk out of midair. This kid hits hard Terri. Terri Morasco: That he does. {With Nighthawk down JC hits a nasty Deadlift German Suplex holding on for the pin.}1… 2… {Kickout by Nighthawk, the MoS #1 Contender quickly rolls to the floor to try to regroup but doesn't get the chance before Keeton dives over the top onto him. JC tosses him back into the ring and follows him into the ring but The Wrestling Machine nails him with a Super Kick.}Terri Morasco: Keeton was building momentum but that Super Kick might have turned the tides back in the favor of the veteran. {Nighthawk follows the kick up with a Standing Moonsault, hooking the leg.} 1… 2… {Keeton kicks out. JC rolls over onto his stomach as Nighthawk stands and grabs his legs rolling him back over as he attempts a Sharpshooter but Keeton powers out of it and kicks him away. JC tries to stand and as soon as he does he slumps back into the corner and Hawk charges looking for a Step Up Enzuigiri but Keeton ducks causing Nighthawk to hit the canvas. Hawk quickly gets back to his feet and Keeton leaps out of the corner and takes his head off with a Leaping Leg Lariat.}Terri Morasco: Ode to the Outlaw! Out of nowhere, I don't believe it. Vasco Dias: He got all of it too. {JC drops down for the cover, hooking the leg.}1… 2… 3… Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by pinfall, JC KEETON!!! Terri Morasco: What a huge upset, Nighthawk dominated the majority of this match up but the rookie comes out of nowhere with the brilliant finish. Vasco Dias: I'm speechless. {Keeton rolls off and stands as the referee raises his hand, the young man can't hide his excitement as he jumps around screaming before stopping in front of a dejected looking Nighthawk who had sat up. JC reaches his hand out and helps Nighthawk up and Nighthawk raises JC's hand and points at him as the crowd goes crazy.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Reversal of Fortunes?”
---------------------------------------------------------- { We return to ringside with IWF CEO Simon de Montfort stood in the centre of the ring, surrounded by IWF security with a microphone in his hand, waiting for the sound of the crowd the die down. }Simon de Montfort: Welcome everybody to the official stripping of the Imperial Championship! { The crowd cheers. }Simon de Montfort: I would like to make this clear that I regret it has come to this…. { Simon smirks. }Simon de Montfort: However, we gave Roberto Verona a deadline to relieve himself of the belt willingly last week and he decided to defy that order. Now, tonight, we will show him the consequences of his actions. Myself, and these fine gentlemen, will give him one last chance to give the belt up willingly…. Or…. { Simon smiles again. }Simon de Montfort: Things may get violent. However, before we get to the good part, allow me to invite somebody out here who, without their input, we couldn’t possibly hope to be here to reclaim the Imperial Championship. So, without further ado allow me to introduce the woman responsible for ridding IWF of its incendiary Imperial Champion…. { Black and Silver by Xandria suddenly erupts from the speakers as none other than Kat Conway emerges from behind the curtain, sporting a huge grin from ear to ear. Simon smiles as he applauds the Head of the Diamond’s Division walks down the ramp towards the ring, climbing through the ropes to shake hands with the CEO. }Vasco Dias: No… no! This is a disgrace! This is abuse of power, how could she do this!? Terri Morasco: Looks like Roberto screwed with the wrong roster member finally… Vasco Dias: This is an outrage! Somebody arrest this woman! { Kathy takes a microphone from Simon and waits for the crowd to die down a little before continuing. }Kathy Conway: Thank you, Simon. Now everybody knows what happened at Night of the Immortals, everybody knows that on that night in Chicago, Roberto Verona's historic 217 day reign as Imperial Champion, the longest in this company's history officially ended, and more importantly everybody knows that the man responsible for it all is MY MAN, MY CHAMPION, MY HUSBAND JAKE "THE ACE" CONWAY! { The crowd offers a mixed response, a little uneasy with popping for somebody they’re so used to hating. }Kathy Conway: Everybody except the FORMER Imperial Champion, Roberto Verona apparently. You see, for months, my husband and I, we watched and we waited, because we understood what you were trying to achieve as the Imperial Champion. We understood your need to be a symbol. We understood your need to shake the roster out of its apathy. We understood your vision for the company, and so long as the lines in the sand were clearly drawn, we believed in it. We believed in it because you promised us that when the time was right, when a man finally stepped up and proved himself to be every bit your equal in that ring that that man would be justly rewarded... { Kathy walks around the ring. }Kathy Conway: So here we are, Roberto. Whether you want to admit it or not, and I know you don't, that man, that equal, is my husband, Jake. And so now we're just looking to collect on everything you promised us and our family from the very beginning. We want what you owe us for our years of loyalty to your cause. I even delayed growing my family to help you run this place Roberto, and you'd be a fool to think I'd ever make that kind of a sacrifice without demanding a fair price in return, so here it is. Do the right thing. Give my husband his due. Give him exactly what he earned when he pinned your shoulders to the canvas on the grandest stage of them all - the privilege to call himself the best professional wrestler in the world today... { Kathy looks at the camera. }Kathy Conway: You see Roberto, I stand here today not only as a wife in her husband's corner, but also as a woman in power. A power I wouldn't even have if it wasn't for you and your ever so smug insistence that as a Division Head, I needed to regularly liaise with the Board of Directors and assure them that what you were doing, though questionable, was still within the company's best interests. I've lost count of just how many times I had to swallow my personal pride and sit across a desk from Kelly Fox, knowing that even in this company, she was still my superior. But I did it. I did it because I knew keeping all of your ducks in a row for you was best for business. However, our monthly meetings weren't all one way, Roberto, no. See, I learned exactly how tight the leash around your neck really is, you know, just in case I ever needed to yank it. It's simple really, even a power as absolute as yours has its limits, Verona, and now you and everybody else in the world have been reminded exactly what those limits are... { The crowd pops as Kathy stares intently into the lens before erupting into boos as the sound of clapping emerges from the PA system. On the tron we can see Roberto Verona sitting in a lavish room clapping slowly with the Imperial Championship over his shoulder. }Roberto Verona: Oh Kathy, what a wonderful speech. Et tu, Conway? { Kathy and Simon turn to look up the ramp. }Simon de Montfort: I see you’ve finally chosen to grace us with your presence. Need I remind you, Roberto, that you missed the deadline this week. You have forced my hand… Roberto Verona: Remind me, Simon, was I born yesterday? Do you honestly think I was going to show my face there in person so you could pull some sort of stunt to strip me of my dignity and my Imperial Championship. You’re fully aware I’m not that stupid. Simon de Montfort: So, what, you’re going to hold the belt hostage? Roberto Verona: I am the rightful champion, I said somebody would need to take this from me and I’m standing by that. Mike Laszlo tried to take this from me, and he failed. Rob Diamond tried to take this from me, and he failed. Warren Kane tried to take this from me, and he failed. { Verona pauses as he smiles. }Roberto Verona: And Jake Conway tried to take this from me, and he failed. Kathy Conway: That’s bullshit, and you know it. Roberto Verona: Au contraire, your husband knew the rules of the game before he agreed to play it, it just so happens that the apprentice has surpassed the master’s level of cunning. Tell me, if Jake has taken issue with what happened…. Why isn’t he stood in that ring beside you? Kathy Conway: I am speaking on his behalf, he and I, we work as one, we are a team, you of all people know this. Roberto Verona: Quite… but from where I am sitting, and trust me when I say this, it’s far, far away from that arena where you can’t touch me, I see a man and a woman demanding a champion prostrate himself without justification, on behalf of another man who isn’t even in the exact same arena where the champion’s presence has been demanded. { Verona pauses briefly. }Roberto Verona: Let me make this quite clear, I will not relinquish this belt without a fight and I will not grace an IWF ring until Jake Conway stands out there and demands I appear himself. In person. You want to run with the idea that I screwed the fans? Then the ball is in your court, you can have a champion who refuses to appear or we can settle this, in the ring, one last time. But I will not just give you what is my property, I will not accept the decision of a board who is motivated by money alone. If Jake wants this belt, he can come take it himself. { Kathy lunges forward. }Kathy Conway: Be careful what you wish for, Verona! { Verona smirks before standing up, turning to walk away before pausing… turning back around to bend down and look into the camera. }Roberto Verona: I almost forgot… As a result of my absence, I’ve taken the liberty of appointing somebody to speak on my behalf…. Somebody you know quite, well… Simon. After all, I run this show, not you, not the board, so please, welcome the Deputy COO of IWF…. { Verona stands up and walks away as Simon looks up the ramp…. To see none other than Joey Leroux walking out from behind the curtains. The estranged father and son look down intently at one another as Joey raises a microphone to his lips. }Joey Leroux: Hello, Simon. Simon de Montfort: What the hell are you doing here? Joey Leroux: Didn’t you hear? I’m here on Roberto Verona’s behalf, as Deputy COO it is my right to act in his absence as per his request. Complain all you want, old man, but you and I both know there’s nothing you can do. Hell… that security you’ve paraded out here? They only work for you in the absence of a senior voice and it just happens the machine found its vocal chords, so please…. Go ahead and push me. { Simon looks around at the security, whose bodies have noticeably shifted around him menacingly. Simon goes to reply, but soon thinks better of it. }Joey Leroux: Wise move. As for you, Kathy, I am pleased to announce that you will be an official entrant into our annual Heiress to the Throne tournament…. { Kathy smiles as Joey raises a finger.}Joey Leroux: With one or two caveats in place…. Effective immediately, Jake Conway is barred from ringside for all of your tournament matches and also should anybody defeat you in any round of the tournament, they will receive double points for their efforts, triple if they manage to make her submit…. As you yourself? For every victory you earn I regret to inform you that, as per the orders of Roberto Verona, you will only earn half the points available. Kathy Conway: Is this Verona’s idea of a game? He should be careful about who he plays them with. You want to handicap me, be my guest, more fool you when I defy the odds and prove Conway’s are, and always have been winners. { Joey smiles as he turns to look at his father. }Joey Leroux: As for you, Simon. If you wish to speak publically inside the property of the COO again, you will need to seek his approval. Please escort yourself from the building before I have security do it for you. Simon de Montfort: This isn’t over, you little worm! Joey Leroux: Maybe not, but as far this week goes? It is. It’s time, ladies and gentlemen to get back to the show, we have a crucial Man of Steel Championship match that deserves a spotlight, so please, exit the ring so our performers can steal the show… Unless you’d like to be removed by force, of course? { Joey smiles as he drops the microphone and turns to walk away as Simon and Kathy deliberate in the ring, seemingly not too shaken by the announcements as they exchange ideas back and forth as we cut to a commercial break, ready for the Man of Steel bout coming up next! ) ----------------------------------------------------------
IWF MAN OF STEEL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
James Franklin Karn vs Ryan Shane©
---------------------------------------------------------- Terri Morasco: Welcome back to Monday Night Sacrifice, the Open Fight Night Edition! We’ve got a huge match coming up next and a very special guest commentator. He is the “Man of 1000 Holds”, “The Wrestling Machine”, “The Best in the World”, he is Nighthawk! Welcome Nighthawk. Nighthawk: Good evening Ms. Morasco, Mr. Dias. Vasco Dias: Hey what’s up? Let’s talk about the man challenging Ryan Shane for the Man of Steel Champion, JFK! This guy has been a champion everywhere he’s ever been except here in IWF and tonight that all changes! Terri Morasco: How can you be so sure? Vasco Dias: How can I be sure? JFK is the clearly better man! Nighthawk: I have worked with Ryan Shane for many years and I would have to say that is a very bold statement. Ryan Shane is perhaps better now than he has ever been in his career. Vasco Dias: What would you know about being better? JFK knows all about being the best, he’s the best in every company he’s in! Nighthawk: Perhaps, tonight is his chance to prove that. { The lights go dim as the bass drum and guitar siren sound from the opening of "American Monster" by Everclear comes blaring over the speakers, "You better run....you better run" A rain of gold pyro comes down over the entrance as JFK comes walking out from the back. "On the edge of the American Dream, a perfect place for someone like me" Wearing his new "American Monster" T-Shirt with his classic Jack Daniels inspired logo on the back and his normal wrestling gear. He makes his way down the ramp slapping hands with a few fans and rolls into the ring; "Ah yeah, you better believe there's a monster in me" he stands in the middle of the ring throwing his arms out in a crucifix pose with his body tilted to the side a bit, he then rips his shirt off up over his head and tosses it into the crowd going to his corner ready for his match. }Vasco Dias: There he is, the next Man of Steel Champion! Terri Morasco: You can’t be serious, JFK is good but Ryan Shane has been on a role. He just beat a former Imperial Champion! Vasco Dias: He got lucky… Nighthawk: I’ve never had the honor of facing JFK but I have done some research this week, he is impressive and Ryan Shane has his work cut out for him. { "Victim" by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out from behind the curtain. Pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a mixture if cheers and boos. As he gets to the ring he hops onto the apron and enters. Once in the ring and then stands he raises his hands high to the continued mixed reaction of the crowd. }Vasco Dias: Let’s go ahead and get this out of the way, which of these men do you want to face for the Man of Steel Championship, Nighthawk? Nighthawk: Facing either man for such a prestigious championship would be an honor- Vasco Dias: Don’t skirt the question. Nighthawk: I wasn’t, you just didn’t let me finish. Facing either man would be an honor but Ryan Shane is the man I challenged, Ryan Shane is the man who has impressed me the most with his progress so Ryan Shane is the man I would most like to face for the Man of Steel Championship. Of course what I want or hope for is irrelevant. It’s up to him to win this match and up to me to defeat the winner. Vasco Dias: Fair enough. Terri Morasco: Solid answer. { The man of steel cage is lowered around the ring as both men prepare themselves for the match. }Alyson Valance.: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, it can only be won by submission or knockout and has no time limit, with the MAN OF STEEL CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE! Standing to my left he is the challenger. J! F! K!!!! And to my right, he is the champion… RYAN SHANE!!!! { The crowd pops for Shane as he just stares ahead at JFK. The referee goes over the rules and shows both men the belt before passing it off to the time keeper through the cage door. }Terri Morasco: This is it! Championship time! Vasco Dias: Kick his ass Karn! { The referee calls for the bell and both men move to their right but move in closer to each other. Ryan goes for the lock up but JFK lunges forward with a Superman punch to the head of Shane. He continues to strike him hard in the head and drives him backward against the turnbuckle. JFK is unloading with rights and lefts and then starts to hit several hard kicks as Shane blocks the punches. JFK moves to all kicks and connects against the left leg and side of Shane as he tries to break out of the corner. JFK grabs him and throws him back into the corner and head butts Shane hard. }Terri Morasco: Jesus, JFK is brutal! Vasco Dias: I told you! He’s going to knock Shane out! Nighthawk: JFK is dominating the early moments of this match but momentum can shift at any time. { JFK connects hard with an upper cut on Ryan Shane then grabs him around the waist, spins him around and then throws him hard into the cage wall with a release belly to belly suplex. Shane drops through the ropes and lays on the apron against the cage wall and continues to kick Shane as he lays there. The referee tries to pull JFK away but he is being vicious as he continues to kick Shane against the wall. Finally he reaches down and pulls him out through the ropes and back up to his feet and underhooks him, he runs him across the ring and throws him hard into the opposing cage wall with a hip toss! JFK lets out a yell as Shane tries to recover but JFK isn’t relenting. He rips Shane back up to his feet and throws him into the ropes. }Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane doesn’t stand a chance! { Shane bounces off the ropes and ducks the clothes line attempt from JFK, he hits the opposing ropes and comes back with a running chop block on JFK! Shane pops right back to his feet as JFK tries to recover but gets caught with a charging lariat on JFK! Shane grabs JFK and throws him hard into the corner of the ring and follows him right in with a stinger splash! Shane is pumped now as he rips JFK out of the corner with a double underhook suplex! }Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane has taken the momentum back! Nighthawk: He’s a versatile wrestler with many tricks up his sleeve. Vasco Dias: He’s lucky! { Shane stalks Karn now as he tries to regain his composure. Shane hits a charging forearm as JFK sits up then pulls him up to his feet by the neck and throws him to the ropes, he connects with running knee lift before JFK has time to bounce off then grabs him for a Right Now-Thern Lights Suplex right into the cage wall!!!! }Terri Morasco: OH! Shane with a receipt against the cage wall! Vasco Dias: Dammit, he can’t do that to the future Man of Steel Champion! Nighthawk: The future is what you make it and JFK’s future isn’t looking bright at the moment. { Karn tries to claw his way back to his feet but Shane is right there and pulls him up by his neck and lights him up with the Southpaw Shuffle capping it off with a discus punch that sends JFK stumbling into the corner of the ring. Shane lets out a roar before hitting JFK with alternating nap jabs and knife edge chops. JFK tries to duck out of the corner when Shane stops for a moment but Shane throws him back into the corner and then rips him out with a snapmare followed up by a neck snap! }Terri Morasco: The man of steel champion is now dominating this match! Nighthawk: Ryan Shane is a man who I always felt was full of potential, he has been realizing that potential recently. Vasco Dias: Are you both kidding me? Ryan Shane is a joke and JFK is the true greatness in that ring. { Ryan Shane pulls JFK up to his feet and preps him for his next move when JFK suddenly fires off the Karn Kick and catches Shane right in the jaw! Both men go down as the crowd gasps. }Vasco Dias: THE KARN KICK! It can strike anytime! Anywhere! There is no stopping it! { Both men are down and the referee starts his count. He reaches five. Six. Seven. Eight. Ryan Shane starts to pull himself up. Nine. Shane reaches his feet and Karn nips up. Karn runs up on Shane with Bullet with a Name and then follows it up with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! JFK pulls Shane up by his head and throws him hard into the cage wall and then kicks him hard in the back of the head driving his face into the wall again. He grabs him by the hair and starts to slam his face into the cage wall as the crowd gasps. }Vasco Dias: There he is, the future champion! Terri Morasco: He’s using the cage to his advantage here. Vasco Dias: Like a true champion. { Karn drags him down the length of the cage wall and then throws him into the corner. He hoists him up onto the tope rope and then climbs up there with him. JFK lays in ten right hand punches as the crowd counts along before then pulling Shane up into the Final Nail! JFK looks to hit the Final Nail of the top rope but Shane fights it and manages to block it, hooking his legs around the top turnbuckle. JFK relents and starts to pound Shane over the back but Shane pushes him off. JFK lands on his feet as Shane leaps off looking for a missile drop kick! }Terri Morasco: Missile drop kick! { JFK moves and Shane hits the mat hard. He tries to get up but JFK is right there with a diving STO! }Vasco Dias: This is it! JFK is about to put Ryan Shane away! Terri Morasco: It’s not looking good for the champion! Nighthawk. One good hold could end this match right now. { Karn starts to eye up his shot, lining it up as Shane staggers to his feet. Karn runs up on him for the NSP but Shane moves out of the way. JFK tries to get up to his feet and run at Shane but Shane counters with a scoop power slam on JFK. Shane lets out a roar and heads to the ropes, he climbs onto the second rope and leaps off with the Allen Park Elbow! He pulls JFK up to his feet for the Someday Snap! }Terri Morasco: Someday Snap! Nighthawk: Like I said, Ryan Shane is better than ever, you can never count him out. { JFK pulls himself up in the corner of the ring and Ryan Shane runs in with the Shaning Wizard!!! JFK stumbles out of the corner and falls to the mat and Shane is right on him with the CRYING SHANE!!!! }Terri Morasco: CRYING SHANE!!!! Vasco Dias: NO!!! DAMMIT!!! NO!!! { JFK is in the center of the ring and has nowhere to go but he fights it hard as Ryan wrenches hard on JFK. }Terri Morasco: JFK is caught in the center of the ring! Nighthawk: Not a good position to be in. { JFK struggles and claws but he can’t make a move and is finally forced to tap the mat as the referee calls for the bell. }Alyson Valance: Your winner and still MAN OF STEEL CHAMPION!!!! RYAN SHANE!!! { The referee hands Ryan Shane the championship as he raises it up high over his head. }Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane has done it! He has retained against JFK! Vasco Dias: Looks like your date with destiny is assured Nighthawk. { Nighthawk doesn’t reply as he removes the headphones and stands up. He and Ryan Shane lock eyes as Ryan throws the belt over his shoulder and points at Nighthawk. }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Know your place.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { We cut backstage to the IWF interview area where Laura Howlett stands proudly with arms folded over her chest next to her client, the Invictus Champion, Zasshu. She smiles but it’s clearly false and condescending. }Laura Howlett: Who the hell does Johnny Gillmen think he is? { She looks to her client who is stoic and silent and then back to the camera. }Laura Howlett: I’ll tell you who I think he is. Some no name, no talent, Jack Gaither school of professional jobbing wash out who has decided he wants his Imperial Wrestling career to end before it even begins! { She sounds pretty upset as she continues. }Laura Howlett: You don’t get to speak my clients name, you don’t get to talk about him like you know anything about him, hell, you shouldn’t even be allowed to wrestle on the same continent as my client, Gillmen. My client earned his spot on this roster by being the best international wrestler on the free market beating men from Mexico City to Tokyo, Japan and not by being gifted a spot by his has been mentor who nobody ever cared about! { The condescending smirk fades away. }Laura Howlett: You better know your place on this roster, Gillmen otherwise my client is going to have to teach it to you. Brutally. Painfully. Slowly. You’re just this generations Jack Gaither. A stepping stone for everyone else but my client? He’s the future. { Zasshu finally moves as he grips the camera with his right hand and pulls the lens in for a close up. }Zasshu: Fear the future! { Fade to black. }----------------------------------------------------------
MATCH
Zasshu Vs Jayson Matthews
---------------------------------------------------------- { The arena lights dim to a low hue as a golden spot light shines on the stage, the opening to Trivium's "Villainy Thrives" begins to play as the golden light strobes to the piano. Once the song kicks into gear Zasshu comes exploding out from the stage with a burst of pyro and to boos from the crowd. He lands in a crouched position and looks all around before standing up ripping the Invictus Championship off from around his waist and throwing it up in the air over his head. Laura Howlett marches out from the back and walks beside Zasshu as they head toward the ring. Zasshu sprints ahead of her and springs off a trampoline over the top rope and front flipping before landing on his feet, the Invictus Championship still being held up over his head as Laura Howlett claps from the outside. }Vasco Dias: We’re about set to go here as the Invictus Champion takes on a former two time Invictus Champion! {The drum beat kicks in. Then the guitar riffs. Jayson Matthews comes stepping out onto the entrance ramp moving his head to the beat and staring out into the crowd with a wide eyed stare of awe at the packed house in attendance. He steps onto the entrance stage and makes sure to hit both sides of the stage to hype the crowd as the lyrics start.}Last call now I'm outta time And I don't got no valentine Singled out, now I stand alone The underdog in a modern world Suburbia is hot tonight But nothing seems to feel alright I don't want your sympathy I just need a little therapy At least that's what they say to me. {With that Jayson pumps himself up and runs for the ring with intensity as the chorus starts.}Hey ho let's go I'm gonna start a riot You don't wanna fight it One two fuck you Don't tell me what to do I don't wanna be like you {He slides into the ring and all the lights in the arena start flashing black and orange really fast as Jayson climbs to a turnbuckle and yells into the crowd as they cheer back at him.}Can't you see it's killing me I'm my own worst enemy Knock me down I'll keep on moving It's the art of losing {The music starts to fade as Jayson waits for his opponent}Terri Morasco: Not just that Vasco, but Jayson Matthews is currently the co-holder of the Joker in the Pack! {The bell rings as Jayson hops from foot to foot preparing for the match. Zasshu stands across from him and just stares across the ring at him, his eyes all but burning holes into the young man across the ring. Zasshu charges out of the ring, and Jayson scrambles out of the corner away from him, leading to Zasshu chasing him for a second, before Zasshu stops but Jayson doesn’t. Zasshu looks behind him, as Jayson runs around coming back towards him and Zasshu jumps up and hits a sweet pele kick on Matthews.}Vasco Dias: Nice, smart, thinking by Zasshu there. {Immediately Zasshu turns for a cover, but Jayson kicks out before he even gets to one. Zasshu pulls him back down and goes for another, but the result is the same, so instead, Zasshu slaps on a sleeper hold on Matthews. Jayson reaches out for the ropes but cannot find any. Eventually he gets to his feet, with the crowd willing him on, he uses his ever so slight weight advantage to power Zasshu backwards into the turnbuckle, forcing the Invictus Champion to break the hold.}Terri Morasco: Great unique offence their by Matthews. {Jayson shouts out as he then sprints across the ring, hitting the ropes, and then coming back on the return with a splash onto Zasshu in the turnbuckle. Zasshu drops down to a sitting position, and Jayson takes a few seconds to catch his breath, and re-evaluate his position.}Vasco Dias: You don’t want to give a guy like Zasshu time…. Terri Morasco: That’s pretty true. {As Jayson comes over to grab Zasshu, the Japanese star springs to life and grabs Jayson, pulling him down and forcing him to land face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Zasshu rolls free from the corner and to a knee, looking up at the crowd, and the ring around him. Jayson uses what energy he has left after that blow to turn himself around, and Zasshu seems to smile. He heads to the turnbuckle across the ring from Jayson, before coming back full pelt with a cannon ball!}Vasco Dias: Oh man! That has to hurt. {Zasshu pulls the joint Joker In The Pack holder out of the corner and goes for another pinfall…..ONE! …...TWO! -No! Jayson kicks out. Zasshu is clearly getting frustrated now, and he starts to drag Jayson to his feet, but out of nowhere the former two time Invictus Champion springs to life and hits Zasshu with the RibCracker!!!!!}Terri Morasco: RIBCRACKER!!! This has to be over. Vasco Dias: Another steal by Matthews? {Jayson doesn’t cover right away, as the match has taken it’s toll on him. He takes a moment or to to catch a break, before rolling over to pin Zasshu, the ref slides in, ONE! …...TWO! …..THR-NO!!! ZASSHU KICKS OUT!}Vasco Dias: The champ is still in it! {Jayson is almost distraught, as he thought he had the match won. He rolls to his knees and holds his face in his hands. Zasshu starts to stir, and Jayson now climbs to his feet, and heads towards the corner, holding onto the ropes, willing Zasshu to get to his feet. He motions for him to do so, and a huge buzz starts to build with the crowd. They’re behind Jayson, they’re willing Zasshu to his feet so he can take the move!}Terri Morasco: The crowd are so behind Jayson that it must feel exhilarating for him. Vasco Dias: Sometimes you have to ignore them, and not feed into their hype….or else you’ll get derailed. {Zasshu is finally to his feet, and stumbling as he turns around and Jayson Matthews explodes from the corner with Jayson Matthews Experience! BUT ZASSHU DUCKS IT!!! Zasshu scouted the move and ducks under Jaysons feet! As Jayson lands and steadies himself, he turns around right into BUENAS NOCHES KICK!!! Jayson hits the deck hard, and Zasshu follows him, immediately going for the pin…..ONE! …….TWO! ……...THREE!!!!}Terri Morassco: Zasshu picks up the victory over Jayson Matthews in what some might call, a surprising upset. Vasco Dias: Yeah, it’s surprising that a victory of Matthews is an upset! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Who Will Be Saved?”
---------------------------------------------------------- { We walk at a snails pace down the hallowed hall way of this British arena, not even noticing how eerily quiet it has gotten in the last few minutes. We come to a stop suddenly, looking around ourself, noticing that we are alone. You could hear a pin drop a mile away and it would be as loud as an atomic bomb. We shudder, the hairs standing up on the back of our neck as the temperature suddenly drops, our breath visible in the cold… }
”My child…”
{ My voice is followed by darkness and now it is clear which of us is you and which is me. You panic as you try to focus, spinning in circles in the dark, or perhaps you’re just standing still, it is so hard to tell. }
”You have stumbled in the dark too long…”
{ You reach out before you searching for the walls that used to be there but you can’t seem to find them. The small hall way seems to have become a vast abyss and now you are terrified. }
”Fear not my child, you need only reach out for my hand and I will save you…”
{ You flail in the darkness, hoping to find the source of my voice, the hand I offer you but you search without faith, without conviction, you search because you are afraid and so you will never find me. }
”Who will be saved?”
{ My fingers snap, the light returns and before you have sufficient time to adjust a steel chair crashes against the back of your skull returning you once more to darkness where you belong… } ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Adam Knite vs Teddy Steele w/Kate Steele
---------------------------------------------------------- {After a back and forth affair it was Adam Knite with the final laugh hitting the Knites of the Round, and pinning Teddy for a three count.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”You Know Nothing”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The camera heads backstage where we see Mike Laszlo and Alexis walking through the corridors of the arena with a huge smile on their faces. As they continue to walk down the hall, JC Keeton turns from what he was doing and right into the chest of Mike.}Mike Laszlo: Watch where the hell you’re going. {JC Rolls his eyes before Mike realizes who it is.}Mike Laszlo: Oh...it’s you. {The two look each other in the eye.}JC Keeton: Look man. I’m not happy winning just because you flipped your lid and decided to beat me up. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m in and you’re not. Now the attack both during the match, and after the show was uncalled for. That said...you want to go again? Let’s go. {Mike starts laughing right in front of Keeton.}Mike Laszlo: You think I give a crap about you and what you think? You think I give a damn about you being upset about me beating the crap out of you? HELL NO! In the end...there’s only one thing that matters...something I know...that you don’t. JC Keeton: Oh? And what’s that? {Mike laughs again with a cocky grin on his face.}Mike Laszlo: You see...last week, you got in because I let you in. I GAVE YOU THAT OPPORTUNITY...you’re welcome. I just came from the offices of the people in charge, and I’m glad to inform you...and everyone at home that I AM in the Heir to the Throne Tournament for the second year in a row, based on the fact that I won the whole damn thing last year. So your feelings...what you do and don’t like...it’s all irrelevant, because in the end...I’m winning this tournament...again. {Mike walks off with Alexis, laughter echoing down the corridor as JC is left staring them down as the scene fades.}----------------------------------------------------------
IWF SHIELDMAIDEN
Crystal Millar vs Paige Garcia (c)
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!! And it is for the IWF Shieldmaiden Championship! {5
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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!
I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol.}Alison Valance: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 115 pounds...CRYSTAL...MILLAR! {Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: She answered the open challenge laid out by Paige, the Shieldmaiden Title on the line. Vasco Dias: She answered it on Twitter. I highly doubt she’ll answer it in the ring. {“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: Accompanied to the ring by her sister Sara, from San Diego, California, weighing 126 pounds…she is the IWF Shieldmaiden...PAIGE...GARCIA! {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: Crystal wanted a fair fight, but we see Sara accompanying her sister to the ring. Vasco Dias: So? She’s her moral support. You gotta have it when all of these people boo your greatness. {The referee takes the title and holds it high overhead before handing it to the timekeeper on the outside of the ring, only to have it snatched away by Sara on the outside. The two Diamonds in the ring stare one another down as the referee rings the bell, the two stepping forward in the center of the ring where Crystal extends her hand. Paige looks from side to side before smacking Crystal’s hand away.}Terri Morasco: Disrespect shown by our Shieldmaiden. Vasco Dias: How so? Who knows where Crystal’s hand has been? {Crystal shakes her head as the two circle around the ring before locking up in the center of it with the veteran going behind Paige and locking her around the waist, only to have Paige grab her by the arm and pull her over her shoulder. Paige goes to capitalize though, but has her leg pulled out from under her by Crystal who goes for the cover but only gets a one before both women are to their feet, staring one another down as the crowd gives them a nice round of applause.}Terri Morasco: Some chain wrestling there. Something you could appreciate Vasco. Vasco Dias: Who doesn’t like some good old fashion wrestling? {The two lock up again, and this time it’s Paige getting the upper hand with a well placed knee into the gut of her challenger. She then grabs her by the head and hits her with a huge series of Headbutts, the third taking Crystal to the ground as Paige turns with her arms outstretched, posing for the crowd who boo.}Vasco Dias: And that’s why she’s the Shieldmaiden and FUTURE of this company. Terri Morasco: Because she gets booed? Vasco Dias: No moron, because she’s dominant. {Paige pulls Crystal by the hair, but Crystal rolls her up in the center of the ring for a quick two count before Paige kicks out. As the roll to their feet, Paige lunges forward with a Clothesline that nearly turns Crystal inside out. A smile appears on Paige’s face as she gets to her feet.}Vasco Dias: What a shot! Terri Morasco: That it was, and Crystal looks like she’s in some trouble here. {Paige leans into the corner and measures Crystal up who is struggling to her feet in the center of the ring. Crystal turns and Paige charges looking for the “Keep Dreaming” Bicycle Kick..CRYSTAL DUCKS!! She then turns and grabs hold of Paige’s head, and drives her into the mat with a Running Bulldog.}Terri Morasco: Great counter by Crystal here. Vasco Dias: She’s going for the cover. {As stated, she goes for the cover and hooks the leg, but only gets a two count on the current Shieldmaiden. She pulls Paige up by the hair and snaps her over with a Snapmare before running to the ropes and coming back with a Dropkick to the face of Paige who snaps back, her head bouncing off the mat.}Terri Morasco: Crystal has the momentum going here. Vasco Dias: She’s setting her up for a kick. {Crystal stalks Paige and looks for the “Flashing Lights” (Chick Kick) but Paige ducks and grabs hold of Crystal, lifting her on her shoulders for the “All About Me” (Rack Attack), but Crystal squirms and slides down the back, running to the ropes before Springboarding off the middle rope, twisting in the air, and hitting Paige with a Springboard Crossbody, hooking the leg for another two count. She smacks the mat in frustration as she stares down at Paige.}Terri Morasco: Great moves by Crystal. Vasco Dias: Yes, but none of which has been able to get the job done. {Crystal grabs hold of Paige by the hair and hooks her up by the corner, climbing to the middle rope before leaping off with a Tornado DDT, SPIKING Paige on the mat. Crystal covers and as the referee counts, Sara puts Paige’s foot on the bottom rope, yelling and screaming at the referee to acknowledge it and break the attempt.}Terri Morasco: I thought this was supposed to be honorable. Vasco Dias: What? She got her foot on the bottom rope. Terri Morasco: Please… {Crystal looks down at Sara with a scowl before climbing to the top rope and looking down at the champion with a smile on her face. She then leaps off the turnbuckle, twisting through the air with the “LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION!” (630 Corkscrew)...only to crash into the mat as Paige gets out of the way.}Terri Morasco: The momentary distraction was all Paige needed to recover enough to get out of the way. Vasco Dias: And now look… {Paige grabs Crystal, and pulls her on her shoulders, spinning to the camera side of the arena, and with a smile on her face, drops Crystal with the “All About Me”!!!
She floats over and hooks the leg…
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The bell rings as “Over You” plays over the sound system.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner, and STILL IWF SHIELDMAIDEN...PAIGE...GARCIAAAA!!! Terri Morasco: And just like that, Paige has defended her title. Vasco Dias: Not only that...she got her sister 20 more points in the Heiress to the Throne. {Crystal rolls out of the ring as the twins celebrate inside before we head to break.} |
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