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ETERNITY
"The Hands Of Time"
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{ The opening promo video for IWF Sacrifice begins to face as “ Fool In Paradise” by Clawfinger continues to blast out in the arena as fireworks begin to explode from the stage which resonate around the packed Agganis Arena in Boston, Massachusetts. As the official Sacrifice theme song begins to fade the camera pans around the crowd who are on their feet roaring as they are ready for the start of the first IWF show since Lineage.
There is a sea of signs in support of various IWF Superstars and Diamonds throughout the crowd including JUST ASK, YEAR OF THE BLOOD GOD, MARRY ME ADDISYN!!!, MAN OF 1004 HOLDS, I CAME TO SEE MIKE LASZLO, FEAR THE FUTURE, #GOAT and LET'S GO SANDWICH!}Terri Morasco: Welcome everybody to MONDAY NIGHT SACRIFICE! Lineage is in the books and so is the 2016 Heiress to the Throne. Eight nights ago Sarah Jade Wilson suprised everybody by overcoming the strong favourite Sara Garcia and winning the tournament. She now takes her place in history with previous winners Jessica Reed, Amber Richards, and the current reigning Diamonds Champion, Eternity...
Vasco Dias: Maybe so Terri, but as you just noted, unlike every other previous winner, Sarah failed to capture the Diamonds Championship on what was her second match of the night, a true injustice I've already read her blog about...
Terri Morasco: Oh please, like you've ever cared about what is fair and just...regardless, tonight we continue the next round of the Heir to the Throne...
{ An empty golden throne is the centre of attention in the ring. The lights go out completely and a chilling laugher fills the air.}
Vasco Dias: Did it just get colder in here?
Terri Morasco: We've been hearing rumours all week that Eternity would be here tonight live to make a rare appearance on Monday Night Sacrifice...
Vasco Dias: I blame Tyler Jacobs, he said he wanted to see more of her around here...
Terri Morasco: I don't know if anybody is to blame, but what I do know is this is the one hundred and sixty third day of Eternity's current reign as the IWF Diamonds Champion, meaning she has just set a new record not only for the Diamonds Championship, previously jointly held by Jessica Reed and Ana Valentine, but also a new all time women's Championship record, previously held by former IWF Ruby Champion, Firenze Everett...
Vasco Dias: You mean to tell me that now this nutjob is officially the most successful Diamond in IWF history?
Terri Morasco: Well, considering that Eternity is also the only Diamond to successfully capitalise on her positions as both the Iron Maiden in 2014 and Heiress to the Throne in 2015 as well as the only Diamond to ever successfully overcome the challenges of both the Iron Maiden and Heiress to the Throne respectively during her current reign in 2016, I'd say that was never up for debate. And the truly scary part is her reign isn't even over yet...
{"The Voice" by Celtic women finally breaks the eerie silence of an arena still plunged in darkness.
I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name
Listen my child, you say to me
I am the voice of your history
Be not afraid, come follow me
Answer my call and I'll set you free...
When the lights return, a raven haired girl in a white dress is sat upon the throne with the IWF Diamonds Championship laying in her lap. Fixing the world before her with a cold dead stare, she starts singing...}
Raven: I can hear what you're thinkin'
All your doubts and fear
And if you look in my eyes, in time you will find
The reason I'm here
In time, all things shall pass away
In time, you may come back some day
To live once more, or die once more
But in time, your time will be no more...
{A rumble of thunder causes the lights to flicker for a moment before they go out and the singing is replaced by a chilling laughter.
When the laughter stops and the lights return, it is now a blonde girl in her sister's place, with the Diamonds Championship in her lap. She sings, picking up from where the previous voice left off.}Blonde: You know your days are numbered
Count 'em one by one, like notches in the handle of an outlaw's gun
You can outrun the Devil, if you try
But you will never outrun the hands of time
In time, there'll surely come a day
In time, all things shall pass away
In time, you may come back some say
To live once more, or die once more
But in time, your time will be no more...
{A second rumble of thunder causes the lights to flicker once more to darkness, and the same chilling laughter interrupt's the angel's song.
This time when the lights return, the blonde girl has been replaced by the red-haired Eternity herself, who sits clad in black, wearing a black hat and black veil over her face as if she were in morning. She keeps her head bowed and her eyes fixed upon the two-headed eagle with its wings spread across the world in her hands.
She speaks softly, almost in a whisper, as if speaking to the burnished gold of her Championship itself.}
Eternity: две головы лучше, чем одна , пока вы не треть...
{Her Russian words fall upon American ears and so they may as well be deaf. Eternity shakes her head gently.}Eternity: And so a new day dawns, the longest of them all. I am now what I always was and must continue to be. Eternity. Now and always. A third on the one sixty third. The third time is the charm they say, those that live and die by the numbers. The two-headed Eagle lays dead in the three jaws of Cerberus. Her legacy ripped. Torn and in tatters, slain in the jaws of somebody else's defeat and our victory, my Children...
{Eternity lifts her head and her magnificent green eyes catch the light and shimmer.}
Eternity: Now we stand in the shadows not of Death, but of the better known Angels and Devils of this world, the ones who are nothing like those that fall from the tops of Christmas trees. Crashing and burning and dying prematurely. No, no, no, nothing like that. Demons we must chase, Gods we must slay to give this life meaning. Any meaning so long as it satisfies and occupies the mind and keeps the pain away a while. The hounds are here, among the ashes searching for the fallen, the forgotten and the dead. But even as their memories fast become smoke, I shall cherish them. And from the dying embers of those that came before, I shall forge a new legacy...and one will stand the test of time...
(Eternity holds the IWF Diamonds Championship in the air and the atmosphere responds by rumbling once more as the lights flicker. Slowly purple smoke starts to gather around the ring, both inside and out, concentrating around Eternity until it completely obscures her.
It takes several moments to clear and once it does, Eternity is gone, and it is on the open invitation of the once again vacant throne that we cut to a brief commercial promoting Legacy in just twenty days.}
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TAG TEAM MATCHSpecial Guest Commentator: Chris KingNoah Field & Jace Styles vs Jaxson Cage & Dominic Creed
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Both Jaxson Cage and Dominic Creed look very promising as new competitors here.
Vasco Dias: Eh, we’ll see how they do. I think I’ll reserve judgment.
Chris King: From what I hear, you only reserve judgment on a select style of fighter.
Vasco Dias: I forgot you were here, you indy--
Chris King: Say it. I dare you.
Terri Morasco: Gentlemen, please! You’re separated for a reason.
{A voice over then comes over the PA saying “The Future is now.” Then the opening riffs of “Play With Fire” by Red Sky Mary start to play. Flames start to shoot up in unison with the beat. Then just as the vocals kick in out steps Noah Field and Jace Styles, with Mark Mercer not far behind. With his sunglasses on, Jace ignore the crowd as he does a slow walk down to the ring, stopping every now again to turn to show his “other side”. Meanwhile Noah taunts the crowd and smirks as he eggs them on. Once both men have reached the ring Jace goes to their corner, leans against the ropes and takes off his sunglasses, setting them on the apron as he lays across the top rope. Meanwhile Noah climbs corner just beside it, flips the hood on his golden cloak down, smirks, then starts to mess with his hair before hopping down and taking off his cloak.}Chris King: God, I hate those guys.
Vasco Dias: Why? Because they’re the future of this place, and you’re just--
Chris King: Say it, just once, and you’ll be sipping your food through a straw.
Terri Morasco: Can we please just call the match?
{Field and Styles are now both in their corner. Noah and Jace slap their hands on their first three times, then both throw scissors as they try to decide who’s starting the match. Then they go again, slapping their hands three times, then they both throw paper and mouth the words “dang”. They start a third time, but Jaxson Cage makes the decision for him and comes from behind Styles, spins him around, and then unloads with a right hand.}Terri Morasco: There’s a lesson to learn there!
Chris King: Yeah, never turn your back on your opponent.
Vasco Dias: Did you write that one on your own? Or did you pick that up with your YEARS of experience other places?
{Field charges at him, but Cage grabs the top rope and pulls it down, bridging Field to the outside. }{Cage turns on Styles before he can react and unloads a big right hand, staggering him backward. Cage continues to unload, pushing Styles back into the corner while he unloads. After a bevy of punches, he steps back and lets Styles fall toward him. He catches him with a release German Suplex, launching him halfway across the ring. }Chris King: Wow, that Cage guy is pretty strong.
Terri Morasco: And looks very impressive doing it.
Vasco Dias: World-changing commentary, ladies and gentlemen.
{Cage talks over to Styles, grabbing a handful of hair he lifts him up to his feet. Then he swings with a big right hook but Styles ducks beneath it as the larger Cage falls into the corner. Styles unloads a roundhouse kick, not even noticing a blind tag from Creed. Styles unleashes a bunch of shin kicks. Meanwhile, the now legal Creed springboards over the top rope, and hits a blind elbow on the temple of Styles.}Terri Morasco: Creed wasting ZERO time asserting himself, with Whitney cheering him on at ringside.
Chris King: Something seems familiar about her…
Vasco Dias: What are you trying to say?
Chris King: I dunno… I’m wondering if I went to school with her or something. There’ll be a chance to find out I guess.
Vasco Dias: And what would your wife say to that?
{As Styles stumbles back Creed is on him like a rabid wolf. He hits a series of chops and then sends Styles end over end with a vertical suplex. Styles moves to a prone position, but he’s met with a swift kick to the back of the neck. }{Creed takes a few steps back as Styles comes to his feet. Creed grabs Styles and shoots him into the corner and charges from behind. Styles hits the corner, however, and springboards off of it with a modified wheel kick, taking Creed down. Then Styles kips back up to his feet and slips to the apron. When Creed gets back up, Styles springboards over the top rope and hits a hurricanrana.}Vasco Dias: Styles bounces back, finally having someone on that team show a little life against the onslaught of the monsters.
Chris King: Couldn’t happen to a nicer group of people.
Terri Morasco: Here we go again.
{Styles rolls toward his corner and tags in Noah. Field comes between and both he and Styles charge forward with a double clothesline, taking Creed down to the mat. As Styles rolls out of the ring, Noah grabs the top rope and starts to drop repeated knees to the throat until the referee pushes him back. But FIeld moves past the referee as Creed is getting back up, only to be met with a stiff right hand from Creed, followed by roundhouse staggering Noah back. }{Creed tries to slip behind Noah for a German suplex, but Noah hits him with a back elbow, then spins and hits falling DDT. Noah goes to the corner and slaps Cage in the face. Cage starts to come in but the referee stops him. This gives Styles an opening, who slips in the ring and starts to choke out Creed as Noah taunts the angered Cage. Finally Noah steps away as Styles slips out of the ring. Noah then bends over to pull Creed to his feet but Creed rolls him up in a small package and the referee counts. ...1 ...2 .Noah kicks out!}Terri Morasco: Close call for Noah Field!
Chris King: Can you imagine the embarrassment Noah must be feeling right now?
Vasco Dias: It should be the same feeling you had last week.
{Creed rolls away from Noah and dashes to his corner, tagging in Cage. Jaxson Cage charges full steam ahead at Noah, just as he’s getting up, and levels him with a clothesline, Field doing a complete flip in the air before slamming against the mat. Field pulls himself to his feet, but when he does he’s wrapped up by Cage, who hits him with a belly to belly suplex, and then goes for the pin. ...1 ...2 ..Styles breaks up the pinfall.}Terri Morasco: Another close call for The Entourage!
Vasco Dias: That’s because they know how to work as a team.
Chris King: Or they are pretty good at cheating, whatever.
{Cage turns on Styles, who tucks tail and runs. Cage turns back around to find Noah getting up. He charges at him and nails him with a running knee to the gut and watches as he flops on to the mat. Then he bends over, grabs Noah by his hair, and pulls him to a base. He wraps Noah up, and then slams him down hard with a German Suplex. He doesn’t break the hold, instead he nails him with a second German Suplex as the crowd cheers. STILL not breaking the hold, he finally hits a third German Suplex, this time releasing it as he does, sending Noah flying across the ring.}{Cage moves toward Noah, drops and pins him with his forearm bridged across his nose. The referee counts, ...1 ...2 ..Styles again breaks the pinfall when he kicks Cage in the back of the neck.}Chris King: Same old Entourage.
Vasco Dias: You really believe the things you say, don’t you?
{Styles starts to unload with a buzz saw kick when Creed runs into the ring to aid of his partner. Creed spins Styles around and then hits a jab to the jaw. Then he bounces to the ropes and springboards with a moonsault as the referee ties to gain order. Cage then picks up Styles and tosses him over the ropes. This is where Field sees and opening. With the referee watching the melee he slips behind Cage and drops to his knees and hits a low blow, doubling him over. Noah then grabs him from behind and drops him with a reverse DDT.}{Noah gets to his feet and points at Creed and shouts to “get him out of my ring”. While he does this Mercer on the outside grabs a handful of hair and starts to punch Cage over and over as he lays on the canvas. Finally Mercer lets go as Noah makes his way back over to Creed.}Terri Morasco: The damn numbers game starts to take effect!
Vasco Dias: It’s not that…
Chris King: No, it is.
{Noah bends over and gives him a few cocky slaps to the face. Then he aids Creed to his feet. He lifts him up then drops him on the ropes with snake eyes. Creed hits and holds his throat. As he falls back toward Noah, Noah hits him with a Russian leg sweep.}{Noah tags in Jace. Then Noah pulls Cage to a base and then hits him throws him toward the ropes, where Styles springboards over the top rope with a clothesline. Then Jace goes back to the apron and waits for it, then immediately springboards back over with a moonsault into a pin. The official counts ...1 ...2 ..Cage presses Styles off of him with a show of pure strength.}{Styles grabs the ropes and pulls himself up. Meanwhile, Styles has went to the top rope. Then he leaps off, only to be caught mid-air by Cage. Cage then carries him around the ring, then just as he’s about to toss Styles, he reverses it into a hurricanrana variation, taking Cage back to the ground. }Vasco Dias: I’m more impressed with the ability of Styles as this fight goes on.
Chris King: Surprise, surprise… you’re attached to the Field tit just like everybody else.
Terri Morasco: C’mon, guys… it doesn’t have to be like this.
{Styles bounces the ropes and leaps again as Cage is getting up. Again, Cage catches him, only this time he learns from his past mistakes and immediately slams Styles to the canvas. Then Cage, now determined to end this, pulls Styles to his feet and pushes him into the ropes. As he does Creed blind tags him in and then leaps into the ring and hits a dropkick on Styles as he rebounds back, dropping Styles to the mat.}{Cage glares at his partner, obviously not happy with the untimely tag as he slowly climbs out of the ring. Creed seems to care little as he moves toward Styles and hits him with a spinning wheel kick. Then he steps back as Styles gets up and moves back toward him. He grabs him and then plants him with a sitout scoop slam piledriver into a pinning combination. The referee counts ...1 ... 2 ..Noah puts his foot on the rope after dropping to the outside.}Terri Morasco: Styles gets saved at the last minute!
Chris King: So close to seeing Noah fall on his face…
Vasco Dias: You don’t understand what you’re saying.
Ending 1: Noah and Jace Win:
{Creed rolls away from the pin and glares outside the ring at Noah, who just smirks back. Jace uses this chance to come up behind with a punch that drives him to the corner. Then he goes to the opposite corner and runs in at him with a spinning wheel kick in the corner, but Creed moves at the last minute and lets him hit the empty corner. }{Styles bounces out and Creed catches him, tucks his head, and then powerbombs him into the turnbuckle. However, as he’s doing this he fails to notice Noah blind tagging Styles as he hits the turnbuckle. Styles hits the ground hard and Creed drags him to the middle of the ring and then drops to the mat and locks on an ankle lock.}{Oblivious to Noah, he comes up behind him and lifts him up on his shoulders before dropping him to the mat an Olympic slam.}Terri Morasco: HONOUR KILLING on Creed!
Vasco Dias: YES!
Chris King: And that’ll be all she wrote...
{Noah covers and the referee counts, meanwhile Mercer on the outside grabs the foot of Creed as he climbs into the ring to break the pin, tripping him up. . ...1 ...2 ...3!!!}{Noah and Jace win their tag team debut. Cage hits the ring hot, but Noah quickly rolls out and grabs Jace and pulls him under the top rope. “Play With Fire” keys up as The Entourage back up the ramp, Noah with a cocky smirk on his face.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"Fear the Future."
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{Standing in front of a red and gold IWF curtain is none other than Noah Field, not far removed from his tag team match earlier in the night. Noah still on his wrestling pants, but is supporting a gold and green “Noah Field” shirt put out by Adidas. Standing next to Noah is his personal interviewer, the innocent looking redhead now known as Liz Marsh. Liz, Noah’s personal interviewer, has a microphone in hand, but rather than having the IWF logo on it the rest it has a crown graphic, the logo of Noah Field. Liz, blows her hair back and then smiles as the camera comes in for a tight shot of her and Noah.}Liz Marsh: I'm here with the self proclaimed “Next Invictus Champion”, Noah Field. Noah, you've made it very clear you are the next Invictus Champion, and while I don't doubt you, could you explain how you plan to easily accomplish this feat?
Noah Field: That, Liz, is phenomenal question. It's simple; who deserves it most? I do! Who's currently undefeated? I am. Furthermore, not only am I currently undefeated, but I'm 2-0 against the current contender, Chris King. When you have Chris King and this masked moron fighting over a belt, there's only one person who can bring legitimacy to that title, and that's the “Crown Prince”. So there should be no question in anyone's mind that I'm the savior.
{Noah lets a smile dance across his face.}Noah Field: Remember that, I need to copyright that nickname when we leave tonight.
{Noah is suddenly cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. He turns around to see the grinning face of Laura Howlett, manager of Zasshu as well as the rest of the House of Howlett.}Laura Howlett: I'm sure reading wasn't a priority at whatever prep school your father paid to have you “graduate” from but as I said on Twitter there is no “next” Invictus Champion. There is only my client, Zasshu.
{She looks to her right as her client, Zasshu, steps forward. She is flanked to her left by Cable Arcane.}Laura Howlett: As for this “masked moron” he wouldn't even be lowering himself to the like of Chris King if it hadn't of been for your incompetence.
{Noah glances behind him only to realize that he's alone; sans Mercer and Styles. With an uneasy look he still can't help himself, his arrogance and ego getting the better of him. Noah just smirks.}Noah Field: Maybe that was my intent, not my incompetence. Maybe I wanted to hit the masked moron to make my intentions known. But then again I wouldn't expect people like you to understand strategy, it's below your capacity.
{Noah turns his focus from Laura to Zasshu, he taps his hand on the faceplate of the belt.}Noah Field: As for you, I better be able see my pearly whites in my belt when I take it so you better start making yourself useful and polish MY belt.
{Without even a moments hesitation Zasshu connects with a Buenos Noches Kick right to the side of Noah Field’s!! Noah drops, his lights turned out as Laura and Cable both step to either side of him.}Laura Howlett: Oh dear. Looks like we may hay have chipped one of those pearly whites.
{Laura laughs out loud as she turns away from Noah Field, Cable snorts a laugh before he too follows her, Zasshu however looks down on him before speaking.}Zasshu: Fear the future.
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SINGLES MATCH
Gibberg vs Wallace
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{Gibberg is already in the ring as “Livin in The Sunlight, Lovin in the Moonlight” by Tiny Tim begins to play. Newcomer Wallace rides out on a unicycle, holding a gimmicked but edible GIANT rainbow swirl lollipop. With his free hand and riding on the unicyle he high fives fans on both sides of the aisle as many as possible. He rides around the outside of the ring a circle high-fiving as many fans as possible and even the outside ring crew such as a the time/bell keeper and commentators. He gives the lolipop to either an attractive woman or a child. He stands up on the seat of the unicycle and leaps to the apron flinging himself into the ring with a front flip followed by multiple headstand-front handsprings Neville style}
Alison Valance: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 150 pounds, “The Windy City Weirdo...WALLACE!!!
Vasco Dias: This is a weird dude.
Terri Morasco: No kidding.
{Wallace and Gibberg stare off as Gibberg starts talking some trash, thinking that because he’s a veteran in this company, he can get something over on the new guy. Wallace smiles before hitting Gibberg with a series of strikes, stunning the longtime wrestler. Gibberg stumbles around and is lifted high in the air and spun around by Wallace before he drives him hard into the mat with his version of the Alabama Slam Spinebuster, known as the “Elevator Fun Drop”.}Terri Morasco: He calls that the Elevator Fun Drop!
Vasco Dias: Poor Gibberg...never stood a chance.
{Wallace covers Gibberg and gets the three count as the bell rings and his music starts to play.}Terri Morasco: An impressive debut by Wallace!
Vasco Dias: It was...but let’s reserve judgement on this goof until he faces some REAL competition.
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Zara Pajari & Eva Broussard vs Crystal Millar & Pandora Freeman
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(I just don't have the time for a 4th match tonight. Crystal and Pandora win after Pandora pins Zara Pajari. I will try and write a match tomorrow afternoon when I get home from work unless one of the other staff members wants to punch something out. We ended up being shorter handed after some real life issues came up for some.)----------------------------------------------------------
HEIR TO THE THRONE
SUBMISSION MATCH
Match 2 of the Best of Five Series, the winner will gain 20 points toward their Heir to the Throne Total.
Nighthawk vs Cable Arcane
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{ We come back from commercial break with a bloody Nighthawk sitting in the corner of the ring and the referee and ring side medic attending to him. }Terri Morasco: During the commercial break Cable Arcane attacked Nighthawk and it looks like he rebroke the nose of his opponent.
Vasco Dias: Nighthawk asked for this best of five series and Cable is giving it to him.
Terri Morasco: Cable won by technicality last week and he looks to repeat that here tonight.
{ Nighthawk keeps telling the referee and the medic that he’s fine but the medic isn’t letting him get up and the referee keeps telling him to hold on as Cable gets visibly more upset. }Terri Morasco: This doesn’t look good, Cable rebroke his nose and I’m not sure the referee is going to let him fight.
Vasco Dias: Then forfeit like we already knew he was going to and let Cable go up two to nothing!
Terri Morasco: Nighthawk is a fighter he would never just give up!
Vasco Dias: Then he’s also an idiot!
{ Nighthawk says again that he wants to wrestle but the medic forces him back down and Cable has had enough as he runs in with a vicious knee to the side of the medic’s head and sends him face first into Nighthawk’s own head! The referee jumps up but Cable picks him up quickly and then drops him with the MADE TO SUFFER!!!! }Vasco Dias: That’s what I’m talking about!
Terri Morasco: He can’t do that!
Vasco Dias: He just did!
Terri Morasco: He could get suspended for attacking a referee and a medic!
Vasco Dias: Laura Howlett wouldn’t allow it!
{ Nighthawk starts to get up but Cable is right there with another vicious running knee to the nose of Nighthawk and sends him back down to the mat. The referee is down, the medic is down and Nighthawk is bleeding badly as medics and staff come pouring out from the back. }Vasco Dias: Cable with another win here tonight!
Terri Morasco: The match never even started!
Vasco Dias: What’s your point! Cable is the only one standing!
Terri Morasco: My point is he didn’t win!
{ The crew force Cable back but he seems ready to listen as he drops down and rolls out of the ring as they attend to the referee, the medic and Nighthawk who is already pulling himself up, clutching his bloody nose and starring daggers through the heart of Cable Arcane. }----------------------------------------------------------
HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
Winner gets 15 points in the Heir to the Throne Tournament
Teddy Steele vs Ryan Shane
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for fifteen points in the Heir to the Throne Tournament…
{The spotlight hit’s the curtain as it does the loud sounds of “Mama Said Knock You Out” by LL Cool J begins to blast across the speakers. The moment it does “The Lyrical One” Teddy emerges from the curtains clad in a United Kingdom Flag robe matching trunks and matching boots. He smiles proudly as his wife Kate Steele is right beside him. She has a megaphone in her hands as she claps proudly for her husband.}Alison Valance: On his way to the ring from Long Island, New York Reppin Tampa Florida, and his wife’s Berkshire England. Standing at 5’10 240 lbs Being accompanied by Kate Steele…. He is “The Lyrical One” Teddy Steele!
{Teddy smiles as he begins to shadow box nodding his head to the beat.}Kate Steele: TEDDY, TEDDY, TEDDY!
{The fans begin to chant with her as he bounces his head to the music. He runs up the stairs and steps into the ring as he bounces about. He takes his robe off and stands in the center of the ring.}Terri Morasco: A nice chance here for one of these guys to earn a nice bit of points toward the Heir to the Throne.
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{"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.}Alison Valance: From Allen Park, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds, RYYYAN SHANE!!
Vasco Dias: Both of these with a tremendous opportunity as you mentioned. Who will be able to capitalize and vault themselves forward in the standings?
{The two men meet in the center of the ring and a handshake ensues, but Teddy pulls Ryan in and hits him with a Snap Powerslam, hooking the leg and getting a surprise two count right out of the gates!}Terri Morasco: Teddy trying to get the advantage early, trying to put Ryan away quick.
Vasco Dias: Smart move with everyone expecting a long match.
{Teddy has a huge smile on his face as Ryan holds his back in the corner, pulling himself up with the ropes. The two come toward one another, this time tying up in the center of the ring. Teddy has a weight advantage and pushes Ryan into the ropes before whipping him to the far side of the ring, ducking for a Back Body Drop, but gets a kick to the face instead, standing him straight up and down before leveling him with a Charging Lariat flipping Teddy head over heels.}Terri Morasco: He turned him inside out.
Vasco Dias: A hard shot by the former Man of Steel Champion.
{Shane turns and lifts Teddy to his feet throwing his arm over Ryan’s head, lifting him in the air, and bouncing his legs off the ropes for a Springboard Suplex, floating over into his first cover of the night, only to get a two count.}Terri Morasco: A close call for Teddy now.
Vasco Dias: It’ll take a lot more to takedown either of these individuals.
{Ryan pulls Teddy to his feet and sends him to the ropes again and goes for a Dropkick but Teddy holds on to the ropes, running forward as Ryan hits the mat, grabbing both legs and flipping over with a Jackknife cover...one...two...thr...NO!}Terri Morasco: Another close call.
{Both to their feet and Shane goes for another Clothesline, but Teddy ducks and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker as Shane turned around. Teddy stalks as Shane is slow to his feet with the help of the ropes. Teddy starts to bob and weave, hitting some snap jabs on the former champion before reaching back and going for a Haymaker but Shane ducks and sends Teddy into the ropes, but on the rebound, Teddy goes low and takes Shane out with a Dropkick to the knee. Shane goes down and starts grasping at his knee. Teddy then goes to capitalize but the referee backs him off.}Terri Morasco: I think Ryan Shane might be hurt here.
Vasco Dias: That low dropkick caught him right on the knee.
{Ryan slides into the corner as the referee and medical staff question him. He waves them off and waves Teddy in who comes forward and grabs hold of Shane, hitting him with a Hard Uppercut in the corner, stunning him. Teddy takes a few steps back and charges in the corner, hitting the huge splash he calls the “Cuddling Moment”! He then grabs hold of Shane by the head and starts to climb the turnbuckle, looking to “Drop Da Beat” (Diamond Dust) but Ryan counters with some shots to the side of Teddy’s head, dazing the competitor on the turnbuckle. Ryan then turns and hits a Suplex from the mat flipping Teddy off the second turnbuckle to the canvas. Ryan slowly gets to his feet and turns to see Teddy holding his back as he’s on his knees. Ryan lunges forward, hitting the SHANING WIZARD!!! Teddy is out and Ryan covers him…
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2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, gaining 15 points in the Heir to the Throne...RYAN...SHANE!!!
Terri Morasco: A marvelous effort by both individuals.
Vasco Dias: Shows why the IWF is the cream of the crop.
{Shane continues to limp around as the referee raises his hand and his music plays. He limps up the ramp as we cut away.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"House of Howlett."
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Earlier in the day…{ Various reporters from several internet wrestling websites as well as representatives for ESPN, Fox Sports and NBC Sports are gathered before a stage with an over sized podium with a red and black logo that simply reads “HoH”. They all clamor as they wait for the person who called them to this press conference, murmuring among themselves when finally the lights dim slightly as “Can’t Stop” by Sixx A.M. starts to play, everyone goes quiet as IWF’s newest super group of professional wrestlers make their way out onto the stage lead by the ever lovey, ever beautiful and ever dangerous, Laura Howleet. The vivacious and vicious blond bombshell stands center stage before the podium with a large condescending grin on her face as her clients, Spike Kane and Rob Diamond stand to her left, Cable Arcane and Zasshu to her right. }Laura Howlett: Ladies and Gentlemen of the press it is my honor, no my privilege to introduce to the greatest super faction in the history of professional wrestling.
{ She looks proudly to either side at the men standing with her today, her eyes holding on Zasshu for a bit longer than the others before facing the audience again, pointing to each man as if presenting them as she names them one by one. }Laura Howlett: The God of Xtreme, Spike Kane!
{ He crosses his arms over his head to make an X. }Laura Howlett: The Greatest of all Time, Rob Diamond!
{ Rob makes like he’s going to crotch chop, which used to get a big pop from his former fans but then blows the crowded room off and laughs. }Laura Howlett: The Best in the World, Cable Arcane!
{ Cable holds both his arms up yells “BEST IN THE WORLD!” }Laura Howlett: And last but not least, the Greatest Invictus Champion of all Time, Zasshu!
{ Zasshu stands there as stoic as ever, slightly bowing his head. }Laura Howlett: I have brought these four men together under my managerial skills and together we are going to dominate the professional wrestling world as well as Imperial Wrestling. Together we are known as the HOUSE OF HOWLETT!!!
{ All four men start clapping which prompts the reporters in the room to clap as well before Laura silences them. }Laura Howlett: Each of these men, in their own way, has been let down by the professional wrestling world, whether it be Spike Kane whose own fans have come to expect him to play the gimmick of a blood thirty sociopath to the point of nearly ending his own career on several occasions; to Rob Diamond who for years has been Pidgeon holed into the gimmick of court jester, never allowed to show his true talents; to Cable Arcane who was mis-used and mis-managed after the inaugural Heir to the Throne tournament; to my first client, Zasshu, who has been repeatedly held down because of both his race and choice to wear a mask, being booked as if he is nothing more than your average luchador! These men have come together under me to say NO MORE! We are the life blood of professional wrestling! We are the reason people come to the shows, pay for the pay per views and the networks, we are the best there was, the best there is and the best there ever will be! Professional wrestling should drop to it’s knees and thank us for all that we have offered it and now that we are together it will.
{ She takes a moment to look to Spike Kane who wishes to say something now and takes her place at the podium. }Spike Kane: Thank you Laura, and first of all I'd just like to say how honoured I am to be a part of the House of Howlett. You see, I've never been one to take a back seat....I'm a born leader, I'm an egotistical prick, but still you cannot deny the success the factions I've lead in the past have had. However, Rob and I? We got to talking quite a while ago, about how...no matter what we do, no matter how far we go. It's never enough for you people. We're the type of entertainers who would kill ourselves to sell a match, but you just expect more the next time.....and we realised, that you don't deserve it! You can stand there, with your InFamous t-shirts, and your InFamous wrist bands, and your InFamous caps and all that useless shit, but where were you when we weren't making fun of everyone and crotch chopping for fun? Where were you when Ana Valentine tore my heart out and left me numb? Huh? You mocked me for having feelings. You mocked me for gaining weight, like any of you pathetic excuses for human beings could do half the shit I can. We realised, that we're above all of this, and we set about our plans. Rob had his, and I had mine....and you all fell for it. You always do, time after time, you honestly believed I was dying... HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO REMIND YOU WHO I AM!?
{He stops for a second to compose himself, and also let his words sink in. Rob is lightly nodding his head, as if to show his agreement, Laura has a sly smirk on her face.}Spike Kane: I am the most decorated wrestler on the planet, yet my success has always held me back. I carried nCw on my shoulders but it kept me away from the other championships, I carried IWF on my shoulders after the farcical reigns of Joe Everyman and Lex Sense....and once again, my own success holds me back. So you know what? No more. I led Warren to the water, I tried to push him to become the true Kane we all know he is....but he was too feeble, so I knew...I had to break him. I had to push him like nobody else could. Do I give a shit if you don't like me because of it? No....none of you have ever liked me. You only gave a shit when you thought I was dying...so tell me, who is the bigger fraud here? I am Spike Kane, The Spiked One, The God of Xtreme...and I told you months ago, that this was the year of the Blood God, and if I have to break every single little peon on this roster - present company excluded, of course - I am going to become the Imperial Champion once more.....
{Spike sneers out at the reporters as cameras flash, and people hustle about. There's a tense moment in the air as his claim rings out, as both Cable and Rob give Spike a slight sidewards glance.}Spike Kane: We are the best this company has ever, and will ever see. Rob and I put this company on the map, and Cable and Zasshu? They're truly the next generation. We are united in our cause, to wreak fucking havoc, and make this company the way it should be....with the cream, at the top, and the whiny little bitches down the bottom curtain jerking, where they belong....we are, the House of Howlett!
{He doesn't wait for questions, or even a response. He simply glares out to the crowded room before stepping back into his place. Rob quickly gets up and claps as he makes his way to the mic before turning and facing the crowd.}Rob Diamond: I told ya’ll. I told ya’ll phase one was over and phase two was just beginning. Welcome to phase two, the House of Howlett, the single greatest faction the wrestling world has ever or will ever seen. You have to hall of fame athletes, two former world champions and two of the hottest stars in the whole damn world. Hell, rumor has Roberto Verona waged a secret war just to get Cable Arcane on the pay roll.
{ Rob gives a large knowing wink to Cable who doesn’t even pretend to play along. }
Rob Diamond: Thing is, Spike said it best. The only time you miserable little pieces of shit care about me is when I’m jumping around in a brightly colored t-shirt telling people to suck it! You don’t care when my personal life falls apart, you don’t care when I’m out with concussions, hell, the whole time I sat at home last year because of Mike Laszlo there wasn’t a single dirt sheet head line about the well being of Rob Diamond! Well guess what, I care about you people even less than you care about me! Thanks to Laura Howlett and Roberto Verona I am now the highest paid member of the IWF roster, I have complete creative control over my iron clad contract, I only wrestle when and where I want to wrestle and I get 100% of my merchandise sales and even though I’m a “bad guy” now you little fucking idiots keep buying my shit.
{ He laughs literally out load and wipes away the tears with a $100 bill. }Rob Diamond: Laura came to me months ago, she told me what she was building, the empire that would lay the foundation for the future of this company, she procured for me everything I wanted to play the part of Roberto’s thorn in the paw underdog and now here I stand. Self made millionaire. I don’t have anything super threatening to say because, well, with or without the Imperial Championship I make more money than God now so I’ll leave you with this. Buy my new shirt “Rob is Rich, Bitch” only at iwfshop.com!!!
{ He blows his nose on a fresh $100 bill before heading back to his seat. Cable Arcane is next up to the podium as the reporters wait for what he has to say. }Cable Arcane: I’m a straight shooter. I don’t editorialize. Laura Howlett presented me with a chance to come back to the promotion where I first broke through on a world wide scale. I fit wasn’t for my time in Imperial Wrestle I would never have headlined the Tokyo Dome, I would have never won the IWGP Junior Heavy Weight Championship, I would have never wrestled for AAA and beat some of the men I grew up idolizing. However, as many doors as Imperial Wrestling open for me after I was fired I could never wash the taste of bitter resentment from my mouth…
{ He sneered as he continued. }Cable Arcane: I lost to Joe Everyman in the first Heir to the Throne and instead of being given a rematch, ONE I DESERVED!!! I was pushed to the bottom of the card, forced to take part in a doomed from the start tag team division with a man who had the killer instinct of a snail! Then came GOD! Or as I like to call him Angel “What sounds more conceded than Savior , oh, GOD!” Blake! The man who pretty much single handily ruined my career as I went from a legitimate athlete into being a walking, talking copy of a comic book villain! And yeah, I’m breaking kayfabe right now and I really don’t care. Do you actually think it was my idea to walk around in that stupid mask with al that ridiculous and unnecessary gear!? No, that awful gimmick was thrust upon me and when it failed like I knew it would I was given my walking papers.
{ He just shakes his head. }Cable Arcane: Laura brought me back in, she promised I wouldn’t have to jump through anymore hoops, she promised I could finally just be myself, the BEST IN THE WORLD! She secured me a spot in the Heir to the Throne, a competition I am absolutely going to win! And after that I will be winning the Imperial Championship and Spike!
{ He looks over to Spike Kane who is nodding and smiling. }Cable Arcane: I can’t wait to defend against you!
{ He pounds the podium before he walks away and takes his seat back at the table. Zasshu is the last man to approach the podium. He looks from side to side before leaning into the microphone. }Zasshu: Fear. The. Future!
{ He pushes way and steps back as Laura gestures fro everyone to join her, Rob and Spike standing to either side, Cable and Zasshu joining them as they take each others hands and Laura shouts- }
Laura Howlett: WORSHIP! THE HOUSE! OF HOWLETT!!!
{ We close on the scene of the five of them standing united. }----------------------------------------------------------
HEIR TO THE THRONE
15 POINTS ON A POLL MATCH
A very literal 15 points will hang from a poll in the corner of the ring, the winner will remove the 15 points and gain them toward their Heir to the Throne Total.
Adam Knite vs Dre Cutler
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{ "Die This Way" by Hopsin hits the speaker system. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as the bass from the song rattles through their chests. The curtain brushes aside and Dre Cutler hops onto the stage, squatting down with his elbows on his thighs as he examines the crowd, a smile on his face. He stands up, head bobbing to the music, and kisses index and middle fingers and points them to the heavens above. He bounces towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He makes his way to a neutral corner and does some quick stretches as he waits for the match to start. }Terri Morasco: Dre has been phenomenal since joining IWF, he is all but dominating the Heir to the Throne, along with his opponent tonight, Adam Knite!
Vasco Dias: I’m not sure who I care less about, this kid I don’t care about or the guy who won’t let NCW die.
Terri Morasco: Adam laid the ground work for IWF.
Vasco Dias: ROBERTO VERONA LAID THE GROUND WORK!
Terri Morasco: You are extremely wrong.
{ Adam is already in the ring preparing himself as he looks up to the very literal 15 points hanging off the poll in the corner of the ring. }Terri Morasco: 15 points are on the line here, the winner of this match could take a commanding lead in the Heir to the Throne going into open fight night.
Vasco Dias: I just don’t think it’s fair that Roberto Verona isn’t allowed to take part in a tournament for his championship.
Terri Morasco: That he cheated to retain!
Vasco Dias: Prove it!
Terri Morasco: But the network and I will!
Vasco Dias: Sounds like too much work.
{ Both men stand across the ring from each other with the 15 points hanging from a poll in a neutral corner of the ring. Dre half smirks as he looks at Adam and Adam just locks eyes as he plans things out in his head. The referee calls for the bell and both men move out into the middle of the ring, they move around each other as Adam reaches out for a test of strength but Dre isn’t going to be lulled in and instead feigns right then moves left as he connects with a right hook to the gut of Adam Knite an dips in behind him with a reverse neck breaker! }Terri Morasco: Cutler sneaking right in there with the neck breaker!
Vasco Dias: He exposed the old man’s opening and made him pay for it!
Terri Morasco: Adam has been dominating since he returned to IWF!
Vasco Dias: Until he comes face to face with the elite of IWF!
{ Dre is right up and looks fired up as Adam pulls himself to his feet. Dre connects with a running European upper cut and then immediately connects with a spinning back fist to Adam Knite and follows it right up with a spinning heel kick to the gut of Adam Knite and pulls him right into a Double Arm DDT! Dre pushes off of him and runs to the corner of the ring and leaps up onto the turnbuckle and starts reaching for the very literal 15 points but Adam isn’t down for the count yet. Adam runs in behind Dre and clubs him over the back and then pulls him off the ropes onto his shoulders and levels him with the SILENT KNITE!!! }Terri Morasco: SILENT KNITE!!!!
Vasco Dias: That’s what I’m hoping for when it comes to NCW.
Terri Morasco: Just let it go.
{ Adam pushes up to his feet and starts heading toward the corner of the ring where the 15 points hand but he turns around and instead runs at the now kneeling Dre Cutler full speed and hits a nasty big boot to the face of Dre Cutler! Adam backs off and waits for Dre to get up who is very slow to his feet but eventually he gets there and Adam charges in with the PERFECT DARK SUPER KICK!!!! }Terri Morasco: PERFECT DARK!!!!
Vasco Dias: I can’t believe how Adam Knite is disrespecting the next generation of IWF.
Terri Morasco: He’s trying to win the match.
Vasco Dias: He’s treating Dre like an amateur!
{ Adam starts to march toward the corner of the ring and pulls himself up onto the first rope, then the second, he reaches for the very literal 15 points as Dre Cutler gets to his feet. Dre pushes himself up and runs in, he leaps onto the second rope behind Adam and hooks him around the neck and then rips him off the second rope with a Dragon Sleeper DDT! Dre rolls backwards up to his feet and pulls Adam up with him with a belly to back release suplex and drops Adam on his head! }Terri Morasco: Cutler is still very much in this!
Vasco Dias: He’s showing that NCW loving has been what IWF is all about!
{ Dre makes his way to the corner of the ring and pulls himself up onto the second rope but Adam is starting to stir and runs in behind Dre, Cutler moves and jumps out onto the apron and Adam is hung up on the top turnbuckle, Dre grabs him by the head and drops off the turnbuckle pulling Adam neck first into the top rope and also hyper extending his leg which is hung up on the top rope! }Terri Morasco: What a sick move by Cutler!
Vasco Dias: This kid is the future as far as I’m concerned, he just needs to eliminate Adam Knite!
Terri Morasco: Many have tried and all have failed.
Vasco Dias: Until now!
{ Dre rolls back into the ring and jumps up onto the first rope in the corner, then the second rope, he reaches up and touches the 15 points when Adam comes running up behind him and jumps onto the second rope and rips him off with a wicked release German suplex!!! Adam rolls back to his feet and connects with another running big boot as Dre tries to stand up. Then Adam pulls him up and connects with a Falling Gutwrench Power Bomb!!! }Terri Morasco: Adam Knite just planted him with that sickening power bomb!
Vasco Dias: That maybe so but I’d like to see Adam try that against Roberto Verona or Jake Conway!
Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me! Can you at least pretend to watch the actual match in the ring!
Vasco Dias: I could but why should I bore myself!?
{ Adam marches toward the corner of the ring where the 15 points hangs down and he starts to climb up onto the first rope, the second rope, he reaches up for the very literal 15 points, his hand touches the 15 points but Dre comes in with a running hell kick and that catches Adam off guard. Dre quickly swings out onto the apron and then spring boards back into the ring with his finishing move, Dre says hey from the apron, SPEAR!!!! Adam crashes off the second ropes and back into the ring as Dre pops up and then heads to the corner of the ring. }Terri Morasco: Adam is down, Dre could win this match!
Vasco Dias: That’s what I’d expect to see, that old ass man doesn’t belong in our ring!
Terri Morasco: I really don’t understand your disrespect for Adam Knite.
Vasco Dias: I don’t understand your blind love for everyone on the roster when so many are terrible!!!!
{ Dre climbs up onto the first rope, the second rope, he reaches up and touches the 15 points but he doesn’t have quite enough space to pull it down, he steps up onto the top rope and that momentary delay has given Adam enough time to come to. Adam runs up and jumps onto the second rope and then climbs up onto the top where he stands face to face with Dre Cutler and both men start to exchange right hands. }Terri Morasco: I’m not sure who has the upper hand here, Dre I strained in striking but Adam has sheer size on his side.
Vasco Dias: No idea, I just hope whoever wins does the right thing and gives the belt to Roberto Verona, the rightful champion.
{ Dre seems to be getting the upper hand as Adam starts to falter on the top rope, Dre hits several successive right crosses on Adam but after six straight punches Adam gets under him and hooks him for the KNITES OF THE ROUND! He sends dre up and over the top rope and drops him on the ring apron! Dre hits hard and rolls off to the outside. }Terri Morasco: KNITES OF THE ROUND!
Vasco Dias: Are you kidding me!?
Terri Morasco: Adam found an opening and took advantage!
{ Adam reaches up and pulls down the very literal 15 points bringing an end to the match as he holds the 15 points up over his head! }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
If Freakke can defeat Jayson Matthews, he will replace Johnny Gillmen in the Heir to the Throne.
Freakke vs Jayson Matthews
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and if Freakke can win...he’ll replace Johnny Gillmen in the Heir to the Throne Tournament.
{The lights flicker with the music's first notes. The painted miscreant enters the arena and slowly begins to make his way to the ring, slowly moving along the barricades to get in touch with his cretins. As he gets to the ring, he reaches up and uses the ropes to launch himself up onto the apron before somersaulting over them and into the ring. Once inside Freakke goes to the corners and clambers up to call on the fans to get loud. As his music dies, he turns to face his opponent.}Alison Valance: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 234 pounds, FREEEEEEEEAKKE!!!
Terri Morasco: The returning Freakke has a huge chance here tonight to get into the Heir to the Throne.
Vasco Dias: It is a huge opportunity indeed. I hate clowns though…
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{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 the match to begin.}Alison Valance: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 201 pounds...JAAAAAYSON MATTHEWS!!!
Terri Morasco: Not much on the line here for Matthews, though stopping another Heir to the Throne Entrant would be huge.
Vasco Dias: Of course it would.
{The two men wait in their respective corners as the bell rings. They step forward and shake hands with one another showing a great sign of sportsmanship. They circle the ring and lock up with Freakke taking the advantage, backing Jayson into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break and is afforded as close as you’ll get as Freakke reaches forward, grabbing the nose of Jayson who swats him away, rubbing the aforementioned nose.}Terri Morasco: Some mind games going on with Freakke.
Vasco Dias: As if dressing like that isn’t enough.
{The two men get to the center of the ring, Jayson shrugging off the shenanigans as the two lock up again, and this time it’s Jayson using his speed to get behind Freakke, eventually reaching forward and locking in a Headlock, wrenching on the hold as Freakke backs toward the ropes, launching Jayson across the ring. Freakke goes for a Back Body Drop, but gets kicked in the face, and stood up straight. Jayson charges in and Freakke goes for a Clothesline, but Matthews ducks and bounces off the ropes, running in and jumping up, hitting a Hurricanrana on the returning star.}Terri Morasco: Jayson has Freakke off guard here.
Vasco Dias: Some ring rust perhaps?
{Jayson charges in with a Running Knee, but Freakke gets out of the way and rolls up Matthews only to the tune of a two count. The two get up and now it’s Matthews going for the Clothesline, but Freakke blocks it, grabbing Jayson’s arm, spinning him around, grabbing him by the head and dropping him with a Neckbreaker. With his opponent down, Freakke exits the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Matthews to get to his feet before lunging off and connecting with a HUGE Missile Dropkick!}Terri Morasco: Huge Dropkick by Freakke!
Vasco Dias: He did hit him flush in the face.
{Freakke scrambles over and hooks the leg of Matthews but again only gets a two count. He slaps the mat in a bit of frustration, but overcomes it quickly, kicking Matthews in the gut while running to the ropes and coming off, looking for a Leaping Axe Kick but Matthews avoids it. Freakke stumbles forward and as he turns, Matthews hits a Trouble in Paradise leaping Spin Kick.}Terri Morasco: What a shot!
Vasco Dias: The cover!
{Matthews hooks the leg…
1!
2!!
NO!}Terri Morasco: Freakke showing that it’s going to take a lot to put him down.
Vasco Dias: Matthews doesn’t look happy…
{Matthews is staring in disbelief as he gets up. He stalks Freakke and waits for him to get to his feet before charging him, looking for the “Dawn of the Final Day” but Freakke blocks it. Matthews lands on his feet in a twist of fate, and Freakke pushes him off into the ropes and as he comes off the ropes, Freakke nails him with a Spinning Heel Kick!}Terri Morasco: A huge Spinning Heel Kick by Freakke!
Vasco Dias: And now he’s headed to the top rope again!
{As mentioned, Freakke is now perched on the top rope. He stands vertically, signaling for the 450 Splash he calls the Big Top Drop. He measures and leaps off, looking like he’s going to connect while in the air…
MATTHEWS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!!
Freakke crashes hard on the mat. He is slow to his feet, clutching at his midsection that landed hard. Matthews then runs forward and connects with a RibKracker!}Terri Morasco: RIBKRACKER!!
{Hooking the leg he goes for the cover…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...JAYSON MATTHEEEEEWS!!!
{The referee raises Matthews hand as his music starts to play.}Terri Morasco: A great win here by Matthews!
Vasco Dias: It is indeed. Freakke was game, and even if he does wear creepy clown makeup, it’s still a respectable effort.
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SINGLES MATCH
JFK Vs Falcon
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{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.}Terri Morasco: Both of these men are looking to score some serious points towards their Heir to the Throne tallies here tonight.
Vasco Dias: That is right Terri, and another thing they have in common, is that they were both pretty successful in our predecessor nCw!
{The low drawl of Eve to Adam's Immortal starts. After a few seconds, it kicks into the full sound, and the man known simply as Falon exited the curtain. Jane, the handler, in tow, and the pair walk to the ring. Falcon climbs in, immediately heading to a corner and sitting down, leaning against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the second rope. Jane makes her way to a special front row ringside seat. The song slowly fades away, and once the bell rings Falcon grabs the rope and hauls himself up to stand, ready to fight.}Vasco Dias: We’re about ready here for some Heir to the Throne singles action!
{The bell rings and both men come out of their prospective corners. Falcon offers JFK a lock up, and Karn smirks before nodding. He steps forwards and just as the two go to lock up, he knees Falcon right in the gut, before planting him with a swift implant DDT. He rolls to a sitting position and points to his head before smirking out at the crowd.}Terri Morasco: Well, I guess this isn’t going to be a friendly rivalry match up, huh?
Vasco Dias: No way Terri, this is all about the Heir to the Throne, and the prize at the end, the Imperial Championship!
{JFK rolls over to cover Falcon, but he gets his shoulders up before the referee even gets to a one. Karn drags Falcon to his feet and goes for an irish whip off the ropes, however Falcon reverses it...yet, JFK reverses it again! He whips Falcon towards the turnbuckle instead and follows a little closely, Falcon uses his momentum to run up the turnbuckle and dive backwards with a whisper in the wind!!! He takes JFK down, but rolls right back to his feet, to a huge pop from the crowd.}Vasco Dias: Say what you will about Falcon, but he can still go.
Terri Morasco: Was that a compliment Dias?
Vasco Dias: It’s called respect Terri, you should look it up.
{Falcon clenches his fists and roars, the crowd joining in with him as JFK stumbles back to his feet, he sends a swift kick to the head of JFK, but Karn ducks underneath it! However, Falcon doesn’t stop, he spins full circle and nails a devastating looking spinning enziguri! JFK wobbles a second before he hits the mat, and Falcon slides in for the cover….ONE! ...TWO! -KICKOUT BY JFK!} Terri Morasco: He nearly had him there.
Vaso Dias: It’s going to take more than that to take out James Franklin Karn!
{Falcon heads to the ropes to get to his feet, as JFK crawls to the turnbuckle. As Falcon charges towards him, JFK switches his body position up and pulls Falcon down face first into the bottom turnbuckle! Falcone lays on the mat holding his face, as JFK rolls to the outside. He drags Falcon out of the ring ever so slightly before backing up. He turns around a full 360, taking in the crowd before he jolts forwards and nals A SICK T.K.K SUPERKICK INTO FALCONS HEAD AND THE RING POST!!!!}Vasco Dias: Holy crap!
Terri Morasco: Jeez, I think he just ended Falcon’s career!
{Karn poses on the outside of the ring with a sick grin on his face. The crowd boo wildly, as the referee checks on Falcon inside the ring. Falcon is a little scrambled but he tells the referee he is fine to continue. The referee thinks about calling the match, but Falcon screams at him that he’s OK. This whole time JFK has been posing to the fans and soaking up all the boos. He turns around to see Falcon climbing to his feet, he slides into the ring and goes for a rising lariat on the Bird Man, but Falcon ducks underneath, and just as JFK stops in his tracks, he turns aorund into a PELE KICK!!!}Terri Morasco: What a nice move out of desperation there!
Vasco Dias: I don’t know about this Terri, I think Falcon took quite a blow to the head, I think this should be over.
{Both men lay out on the matt trying to catch their breath as the referee begins his mandatory ten count. The crowd, as usual, chant along with him….ONE! …….TWO! ……..THREE!! ……..FOUR! ….Falcon manages to roll onto his stomach…..FIVE! …..SIX!....JFK manages to reach out and grab the ropes. …..SEVEN! …..EIGHT! ….and somehow, some way, both men manage to make it back to their feet, with a standing ovation from the crowd as their reward.}Vasco Dias: This could go either way!
{The two charge at each other and begin wailing with wild punches, before Falcon kicks JFK in the gut, and sets him up for the Aerial Spike! As he lifts him up, JFK manages to break free and spin clear, before spinning Falcon around himself and hooking him up...FINAL NAIL!!!!! JFK goes for the immediate cover. ONE! …..TWO! …..THREE!!! Jfk has done it, the bell rings and “American Monster” begins to play as the referee holds JFK’s hand in the air, to a chorus of boos.}Terri Morasco: What a match these two men put on tonight, but it is JFK who comes away the victor.
Vasco Dias: Indeed, on the night JFK proved he was the better man, but I don’t think this is the last time we’ll see these two men square off as the Heir to the Throne rolls on.
Terri Morasco: That is about all we have time for tonight ladies and gentlemen, and what a ride we’ve been on, Heir to the Throne, Eternity, and the House of Howlett…
Vasco Dias: Tune in next week for our Open Fight Night!
Well howdy there pardner.