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OPENING SEGMENT
"One Perfect Moment"
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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 arena. 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 show.
The lights in the arena dim as the opening guitar riff of "'Til The End" by Motorhead hits. They then flash red, white and blue in rotation as The Ace appears on stage with his wife by his side in her smart white blouse and navy skirt combo.
The Ace is wearing an expensive Armani suit, designer sunglasses and an Omega wristwatch. Jake smirks as he begins his walk down the ramp. }Terri Morasco: Well, we haven't heard from Jake Conway since Bloody Assizes where he requested and was granted a match against Roberto Verona by Mr De Montford.
Vasco Dias: A classic case of another sore loser, this business seems to breed them Terri...
Terri Morasco: Oh please, the world saw what happened at Night of the Immortals, Jake was screwed out of the Imperial Championship by a desperate man...
Vasco Dias: One man's desperate is another man's resourceful...
{ The couple walk down the ramp hand in hand, and share a quick kiss at the foot of the ramp.
The Ace gestures to his wife, "Ladies first" and she enters the ring slowly. The Ace enjoys himself watching her bend over to enter through the ropes before he inevitably follows her. The couple meet in the middle of the ring after Kathy collects a microphone from a third stagehand at ringside. She pecks him on the lips briefly as she hands it to her husband as the music starts to fade and the arena lights return to normal. }{ She stands proud next to him as he raises the microphone to his lips, chuckling at the still booing crowd. }The Ace: You know I've had a lot of time to think about what happened three months ago at Night of the Immortals, and more importantly the morning after. It was my baby girl Domino's sixth birthday that morning, and I was supposed to come home the night before with one of the best birthday presents she'd ever receive, something that she'd remember for the rest of her life. A special moment for her to treasure, that one perfect moment when she'd see her daddy capture the Imperial Championship on the grandest stage of them all...
{ The Ace pauses.} The Ace: But one man took it upon himself to stand in the way of my one perfect moment with my family, a man I considered my best friend, a man I thought understood why I am still here doing this when I could just as easily take the easy road and go home to be with my family. See Roberto, I don't need to do this, I don't need to put my body on the line night after night anymore and after thirteen years in this business I certainly don't need the money, but what I do need is to protect my legacy. A lesser man would concede that you were the better competitor and take his ball and go home, destined to live forever with the knowledge that he just doesn't have it in him anymore to stand at the very top of the mountain...
{Another pause.}The Ace: But I refuse to believe that Roberto, even for a second, and the way you wrapped those brass knuckles around my skull at Night of the Immortals in a moment of pure desperation told me that you refuse to believe it too. You know me better than most of the other boys in the back Roberto and so I have no doubt that you know as well as I do that I had you beat, but because you couldn't sacrifice one more perfect moment as Imperial Champion for your best friend, here we are, Bertie...
{The Ace sighs and shakes his head.}The Ace: Your damned stubborn refusal to accept that your moment in the sun was over has left me with no choice. Nothing I do now will ever give me back that one perfect moment you ripped away from me Roberto, and whilst I may not be standing here tonight as I should be - as your Imperial Champion - I am still standing here, Bertie. Despite your very best effort, I'm still standing in the middle of this ring - a man. And as a man, I'm out here tonight as more of a courtesy than a necessity to lay out a challenge for Legacy. See Roberto, whether your tremendous sense of personal pride lets you admit it or not, Night of the Immortals proved nothing to either of us, and so whilst my destiny may not have been to stand here as the next Imperial Champion, I will stand here as the last man you will ever cross. It will be my legacy...
{The Ace takes a deep breath before laying down the gauntlet to his former friend.}The Ace: You and me Bertie, one on one, one more time in two weeks at Legacy in a LAST MAN STAND -
{The Ace shakes his head, and Kathy looks concerned, they exchange hushed whispers.}The Ace: No, no...not a Last Man Standing...A NATURAL SELECTION MATCH!
Terri Morasco: Oh my God! That is one of the most brutal matches ever devised, there's a good reason why Jake Conway calls it the evolution of the traditional Last Man standing Match...
Vasco Dias: If this idiot wants to be the architect of his own demise, I say let him be. A match with absolutely no rules at all where the only goal is to ensure that your opponent cannot answer a count of 21 only favours our rightful Imperial Champion who never lost his belt in the first place, Roberto Verona...
{Kathy takes a deep breath and holds her tongue, but her face tells the story that she wasn't happy. This wasn't what they had discussed or agreed upon.
The crowd erupt for the challenge as The Ace lowers the microphone. The noise builds and builds until suddenly the PA systems explode and “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps erupts around the arena as boos begin to descend and Roberto Verona emerges from behind the curtains for the first time in nearly two months.}Terri Morasco: Speak of the devil...
{Dressed in what appears to be a Hawaiian shirt, shorts and a pair of sunglasses and sandals he clutches a microphone in one hand and the Imperial championship is draped delicately over on his shoulders. He basks in the disgust as he looks down the ramp at Jake and Kathy before cutting his music and raising the mic to his lips. }
Roberto Verona: Long time no see and if I didn’t know any better, Jake, I’d say you weren’t happy to see me? And here I was under the mistaken illusion that you and I were meant to be friends.
{ The crowd boos as Roberto smiles. }Roberto Verona: I’d like to say I’ve missed all of you too, but that would be a lie. I wouldn’t trade weeks on the beaches of Milan and Dubai and the promenades of Paris and Barcelona for a single second with any one of you ungrateful, disrespectful ingrates. The very fact that I have had to soil my well-earned recuperation in a crap hole like Worcester, Massachusetts is pain enough, but to have to do so to spend my time conversing with the world’s biggest hypocrite is even worse.
{ Verona pauses. }Roberto Verona: And, allow me to be candid, but that is precisely what you are, Jake. Do you remember what you said to me, all those years ago? Win, no matter the cost. You told me there was no such thing as “too far” in the pursuit of victory… yet here you are, standing in the middle of
my ring complaining about the fact I took your instructions to heart. That is, when it’s not your wife complaining on your behalf.
{ The crowd emits an audible gasp as Kathy stares daggers at Verona. }Roberto Verona: But that’s neither here, nor there. I’m a man of my word, I told you that when you were man enough to share your terms I would respond and here we are. I know that Simon has offered you the world and you have declined the opportunity in an ill-advised desire to prove yourself worth of the accolade. It’s admirable, perhaps, but stupid nonetheless. You may want to beat me to earn your shot towards an illegitimate championship, but let’s not kid ourselves into believing that I have any interest in the same prize as you.
{ Verona looks at Ace. }Roberto Verona: You want me in a natural selection match? You’re on. But I don’t want a shot at a championship I never lost, the only thing I have to gain is your unbridled apology. When, not if, I beat you in two weeks time I want you, and your wife, to walk down this ramp, into that very ring and live on Monday Night Sacrifice I want you to APOLOGISE to me personally and more than that I want you to admit to everybody live in the arena and watching at home that Night of the Immortals was merely the culmination of your own mentorship, that you took me on under the strictest understanding that both of us would win by any means necessary and on that night, on the biggest stage of all, the better man walked out as the rightful Imperial Champion.
Jake Conway: All you want is an apology? I expected more. The simple fact of the matter is that there isn’t a chance in hell that I won't be the last and only real man left standing in this ring. You can make all the demands you want because at Night of the Immortals I ended Roberto Verona the Champion, at Legacy I end Roberto Verona the man!
{ The crowd cheer as Roberto smiles. }Roberto Verona: Oh Jake, there’s a fire in you I haven’t seen in years. I’ll see you at Legacy….
{ Roberto begins to turn and walk away before turn back around again. }Roberto Verona: I almost forgot, speaking of the paper crown you so desperately seek to legitimise your claim upon, I have a very special announcement to make concerning the culmination of this year’s Heir to the Throne. Despite my own… what did you call it, Jake? Stubbornness? Despite that, I am not somebody who will not provide the spotlight and the platform to those men who are fighting so valiantly to become the first ever illegitimate Imperial champion. That is why I am pleased to announce that, live on the IWF Network, the Heir to the Throne final will take place on Saturday August 27th 2016 on an IWF Special: Heir to the Throne, our very first on the new and improved network! I trust that each and every one of you will tune in…. as for you? I’ll see you at Legacy, Jake. And Kathy? Good luck tonight.
Vasco Dias: Did you hear that!? IWF is about to launch its very own exclusive live on its newly relaunched network!
Terri Morasco: Not only that, but Roberto Verona and Jake Conway will go one on one in a Natural Selection match at Legacy!
{ Roberto smiles and lowers his microphone as the camera goes back and forth between Verona and Jake who stare one another down
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SINGLES MATCH
Wallace vs Jaxson Cage
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{ The match goes back and forth for nearly ten minutes with Wallace getting some impressive offense in but Jaxson Cage eventually catches him with a hard hitting running shoulder block tackle. When Wallace gets to his feet he’s caught but a Spinout Seated Powerbomb. Jaxosn goes for the cover there but Wallace is able to kick out and quickly counter Jaxson and very nearly win the match after some high impact offense but Wallace comes off the ropes and Jaxson is able to catch him and drop him with Survivors Remorse for the three count in a close contest. }----------------------------------------------------------
INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Special guest referee Noah Field
Chris King vs Zasshu©
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Terri Morasco: Ladies and gentlemen, we are preparing for the Invictus Championship match!
Vasco Dias: Here’s hoping that Zasshu can keep that indy puke in line. Not that I really care for him either, but I have standards.
{The lights go black and then the arena is suddenly bathed in gold tinted light. The words "Adidas Presents" bleed across the screen in the arena. Then the words "The Crown Prince" follow. A loud explosion goes off as "A Cut Above" queues up. Noah Field steps into the arena with a smirk on his face and his referee’s shirt on. As he come to ringside pauses, he flips his hair back, making sure it's perfection. Then, he climbs up on the apron, goes to the turnbuckle where he scales it. Noah runs his hands down his chest to his abs and mouths the words "perfection" before hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring, leaning against the ropes.}Vasco Dias: And here’s our special guest referee for this contest!
Terri Morasco: Thanks to a successful social media campaign, Noah Field has wormed his way into this contest.
{The lights dim, and a block "M" Michigan logo appears in the entryway. After a few moments, "Face Everything and Rise" by Papa Roach rips through the arena speakers, and Chris King steps out into the light, wearing a "Property of Michigan Athletics" navy blue shirt and a pair of navy blue long tights with "KINGMAKER" emblazoned on the side in Michigan maize. The "M" in "Maker" is the Michigan block "M". He soaks in the crowd before heading down the ramp, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He waits in the corner as the crowd dies down, staring intently at the other side of the ring.}{The arena lights dim to a low hue as a golden spotlight 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.}Terri Morasco: The combatants look really ready to square off in this contest!
Vasco Dias: Zasshu better be. Gotta keep the belt away from the guy without the pedigree.
{The official, Noah, steps in, taking the belt off from Zasshu. Then he motions to Laura and mouths the words “Banned from ringside”. Both Laura and Zasshu look angry, but Noah stands his ground. He points at Laura, and points to the back, creating discord. Finally, Laura relents and starts to walk up the ramp.}Vasco Dias: That’s just… not fair!
Terri Morasco: Now there’ll be no excuses for either side!
{Zasshu and Chris King both watch as Laura is forced to walk up the ramp. Then Noah takes the belt to the center of the ring and just stares it for a moment, the envy in his eyes is obvious. Then finally he holds the belt up to signify the title match before passing it off outside the ring and calling for the bell.}Terri Morasco: And we are underway! Remember, in this contest, there are no count outs or disqualifications, so the champion has zero added advantage!
Vasco Dias: And King has zero to bitch about later when he loses.
{Field eyes up King, staring a hole right through him, then remarks something underneath his breath that catches King’s attention. With King eyeing up Noah, Zasshu steps up to King and out of nowhere hits him with the Super-K, dropping King to the canvas. Zasshu goes for the pin, but Noah refuses to count, going to the corner and laying on the top rope. Zasshu rolls off of King and glares at Field. Then he turns his attention back to King just as he’s getting to his feet. Zasshu moves toward King but when he does he’s met with a clothesline, taking the Invictus Champion to the ground. Zasshu is quick to get back up, but when he does King levels him in the chin with a superkick. He goes for a pin. Noah drops to count. ...1 ..Noah stops, rotating his shoulder like he’s injured himself.}Vasco Dias: I get it now. Noah Field has no intention of letting EITHER man win!
Terri Morasco: Oh come on… He wanted to be involved in this match, and now that he is, he’s not doing a thing!
Vasco Dias: Brilliant.
{A livid King steps into the face of Noah and mouths to him to count. Then he shoves him. Noah bellies back up to him, but then points to his shirt threatening to DQ him. Then Zasshu grabs King from behind and hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex. King sits up with haste but when he does he’s met with a shining wizard to the back of the head. Then Zasshu bounces the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to the prone King. He then pushes King down and pins him, but Noah is “oblivious” as he chats with the timekeeper at ringside. Zasshu goes after Noah and slaps him on the back and shouts at him telling him to “count the pin.” Field holds up his hands as if it to say “who, me?” Zasshu then turns back to King, who has now gotten to his feet. He hits a few forearms as he backs King into the corner. Then he grabs him to whip him across the ring, but King reverses the whip and when Zasshu hits the corner and ricochets out, King catches him with a sidewinder suplex. King goes to the top rope as he caters to the crowd and listens as they roar. Then he leaps from the top rope with a moonsault, but hits empty canvas as Zasshu rolls out of the way. Zasshu grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet. Then he goes to the top rope himself. He looks at King with determination and then points at Field and says something before taking to the air with a split legged moonsault.}Vasco Dias: World’s Best Moonsault to King! This may be it!
Terri Morasco: Let’s see, partner… Field may end up deciding he wants to end this..
{Zasshu pins and Noah starts to count. ...1 ...2 ..Noah stops counting. He rolls out of the ring and starts rubbing at his eye as if he has something in his eye. Zasshu has had enough of it. With the crowd booing Noah, Zasshu runs the back rope and then springboards over the front rope and suicide dives, taking out Field. Then he rolls back into the ring but when he does he’s met with a superkick to the jaw by King, dropping him like deadweight. King pulls Zasshu back up, then he motions to the crowd, who goes nuts. Then he pulls Zasshu in, before sending him smashing back down with a package fallaway powerbomb.}Terri Morasco: KING’S LANDING!
Vasco Dias: NO! This can’t be!
{King goes for the pin. The crowd counts, but there’s no referee to count the pinfall. ...1 ...2 ...3!!}Vasco Dias: There’s our answer… no referee!
{King rolls to the outside and grabs Field, tossing him back under the bottom rope. Then he moves back to Zasshu, lifting him back up to his feet. Then he tucks him away again for another King's Landing, only Zasshu reverses it into a hurricanrana. King staggers back to his feet but is met out of nowhere by a spin kick to the head. }Vasco Dias: Buenas Noches Kick to the face of Chris King!
Terri Morasco: Now THIS could be it!
{Zasshu is about to go for a pinfall when Noah lifts him up on his shoulders and then slams him with an Olympic Slam.}Terri Morasco: Honour Killing on Zasshu… out of nowhere!
Vasco Dias: I don’t understand.
{Noah drapes the arm of King over Zasshu then counts quickly. .1-2-3!! Noah calls for the bell as King wins. But then Noah lifts King up as well, hooks both of his arms, and then plants him face first with Field Envy. Field rolls out of the ring and grabs the Invictus Championship. He drapes it over his shoulder and smirks as he leaves with the belt, both the new champion and the former champion are left lying out cold in the ring.}Terri Morasco: We’ll try to get this sorted out, folks, but it appears we have a new champion, although he’s not the one holding the title right now!
Vasco Dias: Only in Imperial, folks.
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SEGMENT
”What the hell was that?”
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{ Laura is livid backstage as she screams in the face of the men and women sitting in the gorilla position. }Laura Howlett: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
{ They all look perplexed as Noah suddenly appears through the curtain with the Invictus Championship as well as an armada of security. }Laura Howlett: YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU THINK YOU CAN DO THAT TO THE HOUSE OF HOWLETT!!!?? WE RUN THIS COMPANY!!!
{ Noah smiles smugly as he saunters past, his own personal security keeping him quite safe as Spike, Cable and Rob all show up in support of Laura, each of them looking to her for the order to attack. }Laura Howlett: He’s not going to get away with this. No one fucks with the House of Howlett…
{ Zasshu comes through the curtain now but Laura doesn’t even acknowledge him as she taps Rob and Spike on the chest and turns away, Cable looks to Zasshu wit a coy smile before following Laura down the hall way. Zasshu in a moment of sheer anger unlike we have ever seen before turns and shin kicks one of the men in the gorilla position right in the side of the head! }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”One question.”
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{Noah Field is seen rushing out of the arena after officiating the Invictus Championship match. The camera catches him in the parking garage with Mercer loading his bags into the trunk. Noah has on his “Crown Prince” shirt sponsored by Adidas, with the Invictus Championship draped over his shoulder. That’s when he’s approached by Tiffany Jones, shoving a microphone in his face. Before he can say anything Morgan slaps the microphone away.}Morgan Kennedy: You don’t interview Noah, or did you not get the memo?
Tiffany Jones: Really? So you’re telling me we don’t even get an explanation for what happened out there tonight?
{Noah puts his hands on Morgan’s and gives her a nod.}Noah Field: I’ll do it.
{Noah turns to Tiffany.}Noah Field: One question, make it good?
Tiffany Jones: Why?
Noah Field: Why? Because I can that’s why. It’s pretty obvious isn’t it? King may now be a paper champion, but I just made myself the rightful champion. It’s pretty simple actually. I’m 2-0 against King, King is now 2-0 against Zasshu. I just laid both of them out. Basic deduction says I’m the rightful champion while King is now nothing more than a paper champion. That’s why I took this.
{Noah nods at the belt over his shoulder.}Noah Field: Now it’s mine until someone can take it off of me. Now if you’ll excuse me…
Tiffany Jones: So why are you running?
{Mercer steps in at this point, pushing the camera man.}Mark Mercer: Sorry sweetheart, he said one question...
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HEIR TO THE THRONE
SINGLES MATCH
If Mike Laszlo wins, he gains 30 points in his Heir To The Throne StandingsJohnny Gillmen vs Mike Laszlo
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and if Mike Laszlo wins, he earns thirty points added to his Heir to the Throne total. Introducing first…
{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.}Alison Valance: From Midlothian, Texas, weighing in at 190 pounds...Johnny...GILLMEN!!!
Terri Morasco: A chance here for Gillmen to pick up some huge momentum going forward.
Vasco Dias: He does, but this is also a huge chance for Mike Laszlo to get right back in the ranks of the Heir to the Throne Tournament.
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to a negative reaction from the crowd. Surveying those who boo, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, ignoring the outstretched hands of some fans along the isle, Alexis by his side holding his other hand.}Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds…MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO!
{The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of booing. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a sly grin on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match.}Vasco Dias: He looks more focused than I’ve ever seen.
Terri Morasco: A couple of losses lately seem to have lit a fire under him.
{The bell rings and the two men walk to the center of the ring, Gillmen extending his hand for a handshake, Mike chuckling before slapping Gillmen right in the face before lunging forward and clubbing him in the back of the head with a huge forearm!}Vasco Dias: Now that’s how you start a match!
Terri Morasco: A straight slap to the face, hugely disrespectful!
Vasco Dias: Did Gillmen really think he was going to get a handshake? Come on!
{Laszlo grabs hold of the fresher face and pushes him back into the corner, stomping him multiple times until Gillmen resides in a seated position before the referee backs him away.}Terri Morasco: Mike may want to chill a bit...he could get disqualified.
Vasco Dias: He knows what he’s doing, don’t worry.
{Laszlo sidesteps the referee, heading into the corner, grabbing Gillmen by the head, but Gillmen is able to break his grasp and hammers Mike in the face with a few forearms, backing Mike into the ropes before shooting him to the far side. Upon return, Gillmen ducks, looking perhaps for a Back Body Drop, but he’s stood up by a kick to the face from Laszlo who charges in, looking to take Gillmen out with a Clothesline, but Gillmen ducks and as Mike turns around, Gillmen nails him with a Dropkick, taking the former champion down as he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside where his wife comforts him as he starts to look frustrated again, smacking the apron as Gillmen rolls out of the ring himself, charging around the corner. Alexis yells “LOOK OUT!” as Mike ducks the charging attacker, as does Alexis who dives to the ground to avoid contact. Gillmen turns around, and that’s where Mike BLASTS him with a Superkick straight to the face.}Terri Morasco: A slight distraction by Alexis and just like that, Mike has the advantage.
Vasco Dias: Smarts. She was just looking out for her husband...and he then drove a boot to the face of Gillmen!
{Mike grabs hold of Gillmen and rolls him into the ring. Mike then grabs hold of Gillmen, pulling him to his feet and up on his shoulders, looking for a Reverse Death Valley Driver, into a Cutter, but Gillmen is able to struggle out of the move and land on his feet behind Mike, grabbing him around the waist before taking him down to the mat, transitioning into a headlock on the mat, draining the energy out of Laszlo. Gillmen starts to pull Mike up to his feet, transferring into a Suplex setup, snapping Mike up and over!}Terri Morasco: Nice Suplex by Gillmen here.
Vasco Dias: He’s talented, no doubt...he’s just an idiot sometimes.
{Gillmen waits for Laszlo to get to his feet, then hits him with some Martial Arts style strikes, looking in the end for a Roundhouse Kick to the head, but Mike ducks and grabs Gillmen around the waist, popping his hips and nailing an impactful German Suplex that folds Gillmen in half!}Vasco Dias: Did you see his head bounce off of the mat?
Terri Morasco: Devastating Suplex!
{Both men are down, Mike near the ropes, Gillmen on his stomach in the center of the ring. Mike uses the ropes to pull himself up as Gillmen is now on all fours. Laszlo stumbles into the corner, his eyes not leaving his target as he charges forward and drives a knee into the side of Gillmen’s head!}Vasco Dias: What a shot!
Terri Morasco: He calls that the “Shot of Malice”.
Vasco Dias: I call it Gillmen knocked out.
{Mike covers Gillmen…
1!
2!!
NO!!! Gillmen gets the shoulder up!}Terri Morasco: And the kid is able to get the shoulder up!
Vasco Dias: Let’s see if he can survive this…
{Mike grabs Gillmen and sends him through the ropes, keeping hold of his head before dragging him into the ring, his feet dangling on the middle rope before Mike drops down with a hard DDT!}Terri Morasco: Old school Mike Laszlo right there.
Vasco Dias: Why not call it “vintage”?
Terri Morasco: Seems cliche.
{Mike rolls Johnny over again…
1!
2!!
THR...AGAIN GILLMEN SHOOTS THE SHOULDER UP!!}Vasco Dias: How the hell is he kicking out of these moves?
Terri Morasco: The kid has heart, and he won’t go down easy!
{Mike looks over his shoulder at Gillmen before grabbing him by the head and pulling him up with a kick to the gut. Mike then underhooks both of Gillmen’s arms, but Gillmen gets out of it and hits Mike with a back body drop! Gillmen turns as Laszlo is getting to his feet. Mike swings wildly with a Clothesline and Gillmen ducks, lifting Mike into a cutthroat Torture Rack Position. Mike though, knowing where he is, quickly starts to Elbow Gillmen in the side of the head, stunning him. Gillmen leans over, shaking his head, trying to get some sense back into it as Laszlo shoots off the ropes and hits another “Shot of Malice” Running Knee, taking out Gillmen.}Vasco Dias: Another hard shot to the side of the head.
Terri Morasco: This doesn’t look good for Johnny…
{Mike grabs the top rope, halting his momentum, turning over his shoulder, scowling at Gillmen who is out. He stomps over, grabs Gillmen...lifting him up into position and delivering the Malicious Intent in the center of the ring, Gillmen falling flat to the mat with both arms out to the side. Mike covers…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...gaining 30 points added to his Heir to the Throne total...MIKE...LASZLOOOOOO!!!
{Mike gets to his feet as Alexis enters the ring, the referee raising his hand in victory as “Cult of Personality” blares over the speakers.}Terri Morasco: A very game Johnny Gillmen tonight.
Vasco Dias: You can be as game as you want...when Mike Laszlo is focused like tonight...he’s a hard man to beat.
{Mike looks down at Gillmen with a sneer as he and Alexis continue to taunt the people with laughter as we cut away.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”KIWA.”
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{We come back from commercial break as JFK is already in the ring, his music playing overhead with a mixed reaction from the crowd. He's in a fully tailored and very expensive black suit, behind him is a table set up in the ring with a red sheet over whatever items are on the table. With mic in hand JFK leans on the ropes a bit as his music fades out he waits for the crowd to calm down a bit.}Terri Morasco: "Looks like JFK wants to finally address the crowd."
Vasco Dias: "Be quite Terri the man is about to speak"
JFK: "You can boo all you want I have all night."
Vasco Dias: "See Terri, the man has all night for these idiots to shut up."
{Louder reaction as he gives a sly devilish grin.}JFK: "Last week as some of you may or may not know, depending on how informed you are....wait...this is Worcester, Massachusetts right? OK so you idiots are not informed at all.
{Boos}JFK: Last week I started what is going to change the face of the IWF forever. I started a faction called the Kaos INC Wrestlers Alliance, or KIWA (KeeWa) for short. Now, I know you are saying "Wow, JFK started another stable, what a surprise" but this is different. See my contract allows me to form a group as I see fit, and the way I saw fit to actually bring a change around here, spectrally with the inept management we have running the show here, I had to make something that was more than just a faction, or a stable if you will. So I formed a union. A union that will fight for, and protect all wrestlers rights here in the IWF."
Terri Morasco: "Can he do that?"
Vasco Dias: "He's JFK, he can do whatever he damn well wants!"
JFK: "And my first order of business as the head of this union I am about to unveil and introduce to you something the IWF upper management couldn’t, or wouldn’t do. Something they have been depriving YOU, the wrestling fans of. Some of you might be looking at me right now saying to yourself "How is this a stable, he's just one man" and at this current incarnation, you would be correct. But that is what I am out here tonight to introduce to you. KIWA's first members will be reviled tonight, right here in Boston MA!"
{Loud boo's as he got the name of the city wrong, he knows he did so as he grins.}JFK: "Yeah yeah yeah nobody gives a good god damn about Worcester so get over your selves and let me introduce to you what the IWF could never do. We at KIWA have signed THE hottest free agents on the market today. A pair of brothers who have conquered the wrestling WORLD. The hottest, the best, the most dominate tag team on the face of this planet. I present to you the REDNECK REEEEEEEEEEEEENEGADES!!!!!!!"
Vasco Dias: "HOLY CRAP Terri! This is huge! The IWF has been trying to sign them for months!"
{We hear over the speakers "DJ Khaled!" then "All I do is win win win no matter what!" comes blasting over the speakers as Will and Chris Fenell the tag team duo known as the Redneck Renegades come
bursting out from behind the curtain. Will is wearing a black dress vest and a baggy white button down shirt with some overly baggy dress pants and a pair of white chucks, where Chris is dress a bit more formal in a nice gray custom tailored suit. The two brothers head to each corner of the stage. "And everyone's hands go up!" Both raise their hands, Chris has a Redneck Renegade Rally Towel TM (available at the shop now) "And they stay there and they stay there, Up down up down" Will and Chris both move their arms up and down, Will hits a 2 step down the ramp as Chris tosses the towel into the crowd and they both head down to the ring. Will slides into the ring as Chris takes the stairs, Chris greats JFK in the middle of the ring with a grip of hands and a bro hug, Will and JFK do an elaborate hand shake before bro hugging. Both hit the turnbuckles standing on the 2nd rope raising their arms up and down to the beat of the music. The music fades out as the two brothers gather themselves in the middle of the ring with JFK.}JFK: "This is just the start of what KIWA can, and will do for the IWF. From bringing in the best talent in the world, to protecting the talent that is already here. Things that IWF management can't, or won't do. This is what I offer to ANY of the boy's in the back who think that have not been getting their fair share. But...I'm not done. KIWA is not done. There's one other thing we in KIWA are going to fix tonight that management refuses to address."
{Will leans in to the mic}Will: "What dat be boss?"
JFK: "Glad you asked Will. See, what kind of promotion would we be if we brought in the world’s best tag team. And didn't have anything for them to fight for!?"
Chris: "An garbage one."
JFK: "Correct! And I'm not one to be garbage. So we at KIWA have decided to do what the IWF refuses to do. So to you boys, seeing as there is no other tag team worthy at this time to hold such things, I present to you..."
{JFK rips the red cloth off from over the table to revel matching tag team belts that read "KIWA World Tag Team Champions" on them.}JFK: "Kaos INC Wrestlers Alliance World Tag Team titles! Wear em with pride boys."
Terri Morasco: "Wait...what? Can he...?"
Vasco Dias: "He just did Terri! This is great! Tag Team wrestling is back in the IWF and who better to represent it than THE best tag team in the world!"
{Chris and Will snatch the titles up and head to the turnbuckles to show them off to the crowd with a mixed reaction.}JFK: "And to anyone that has a problem with what we are doing here....sucks to be you."
{Run this town by Jay-Z blasts over the PA system coming in at the 2nd chorus "Life's a game but it's not fair, I break the rules so I don't care, So I keep doin' my own thing, Walkin' tall against the rain (What's up), Victory's within the mile, Almost there, don't give up now (What's up), Only thing that's on my
mind, Is who's gon' run this town tonight (What's up) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, heyy, (What's up) Is whos gon' run this town tonight?
JFK and the Renegades stand tall in the middle of the ring, JFK raising both their arms in victory as they wear the KIWA tag titles around their waist, we fade to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
If Dre Cutler wins he gets 30 points toward his Heir to the Throne total.
Dre Cutler vs Teddy Steele
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall -- and the winner earns 30 points towards their Heir to the Throne tournament total. Introducing first, hailing from Montgomery, Alabama and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, he is Dre Cutler!
{"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.}{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: And introducing his opponent, from Long Island, New York but 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: 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. A microphone comes down from the ceiling and he smiles as he begins to drop a freestyle about his opponent.}{The bell rings and Cutler charges across the ring and drops Teddy with a big time Clothesline, clearly not impressed with Steele's pre-match antics. Steele shakes out the cobwebs as he stumbles to his feet; only to be grabbed quickly and sent into the ropes. Dre charges forward and slides to the mat, forcing Teddy to hop over him. Steele hits the ropes once more and Dre pops up with a beautiful Dropkick. Dre pops to his feet to a small pop from the crowd, acknowledging his athleticism.}Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler is all business here tonight, not giving Teddy a moment to breathe!
Vasco Dias: What'd Teddy say about my mama?!?
{Dre proceeds to lift Steele to his feet but Teddy pushes him away. Dre runs forward, looking for another Clothesline, but Teddy ducks beneath it. Dre runs at him once again but this time Steele catches him with a swift Arm Drag. Cutler pops back to his feet and charges, only to be dropped with another Arm Drag. Cutler slaps the mat in frustration as he pops to his feet once more, albeit a bit slower this time around. He walks forward and Teddy catches him with a stiff right hand; and he's quick to follow up with a straight left -- there's a right hook! Left uppercut! Dre is staggering, stumbling back and bouncing off the ropes. He walks right into a huge right hand that drops him to the mat. Steele quickly hits the ropes and returns with a huge knee drop, prior to hooking the leg: 1.............2....KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: Beautiful display of boxing from Teddy Steele, flawless technique -- we'll have to see if Dre can recover from those shots.
{Steele proceeds to lift Dre to his feet, but Cutler catches him with a quick roll up: 1...........2..KICK OUT! Steele pops to his feet and stumbles into the corner, a look of shock on his face as his Heir to the Throne tournament life just flashed before his eyes. His lovely wife screams positive reinforcement at him as he shakes his head, trying to regain his composure. Cutler pops to his feet and sees an opportunity, charging hard into the corner looking for a Big Splash. But Steele sidesteps and Dre hits nothing but the turnbuckle. He stumbles out and Steele catches him with a Reverse DDT. Another pin attempt: 1..........2........KICK OUT!}Terri Morasco: Wow! That was extremely close, Dre better get himself together or he's going to miss out on an opportunity to gain 30 points tonight.
Vasco Dias: Teddy Steele is looking mighty determined out there this evening, must have gotten him some before he came out here.
Terri Morasco: Vasco!
{Steele gets to his feet and motions for Dre to join him. Cutler slowly gets up, and as soon as he does, Steele charges and hits him with a Clothesline. Dre gets up slowly, with help from Teddy, and Steele sends him into the ropes. Teddy bends forward looking for a Back Body Drop; but Dre stops cold and kicks Teddy viciously in the face. Steele arches back and Cutler lunges forward, leaping into a Spinning Back Elbow! Both men are down as Dre tries to figure out where he is and Teddy is checking to see if he's lost any teeth.}Terri Morasco: Beautiful move from Dre! This might be what he needs to change the momentum.
{Both men make it to their feet around the six count from the referee. They exchange some rights and lefts in the center of the ring. Dre blocks a right, and connects with a couple of quick lefts of his own. He sends Teddy into the corner and Steele lands hard against the turnbuckle. Dre charges in looking for a Clothesline this time, but Teddy sidesteps once more and Dre crashes into the corner. Cutler stumbles out, unaware of his surroundings; meanwhile, Steele climbs onto the top turnbuckle, sitting on the top and licking his lips. No! Cutler stumbles right into the waiting Steele; Teddy hops over, looking to take him down with Droppin' Da Beat, but Dre clutches tightly onto the top ropes and Steele crashes awkwardly to the mat. Cutler quickly scales to the top, steadies himself, and leaps off with a huge Spinal Tap, which he calls Crown Me. He hooks the leg: 1..........2...........3!)----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
“#Dare2Dream (Take Two)”
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{ We find Johnny Gillmen standing in the center of the ring, sporting a white "Trump-Pence 2016" T-shirt, blue jean shorts, and white Nike running shoes. On the deck, we see a red, white, and blue athletic bag with its main zipper all the way open, and the Islander alum, carrying a stick in hand sans music, paces around the ring as he looks like he's got a few "unscripted" things he'd like to say. }Johnny Gillmen: Ya know somethin', I was gonna stay home this week and not be out here with youse dear friends in Worcester, Massachusetts...but that woulda been a grave injustice on my part, seein' as you guys and gals are the best minor league sports fanbase in the world. I say this with tons of love as I studied history in a minor league town, went to minor league games...and trust me, they're ten times more exciting to watch than somethin' ya see in the bigs.
{ The fans applaud for the subtle reference to the city of Worcester's sports culture. }Johnny Gillmen: For those of ya who don't know me too well, I love promotin' my job through the use of personal logs--kinda like a "Captain's Log" on
Star Trek. And the other day, I said a few things here and there that would be considered extremely out of character for me...but guess what? I don't regret a thing--not a single, damn thing.
Johnny Gillmen: Thing is, ya got people in this company who cry "wahhh-wahhh, you're disrespectin' me" when THEY'RE the ones who've done the disrespectin'--and as far as yours truly goes, I've always played it right, doin' everything the HONORABLE way...yet here I stand, pissed on in favor of less honorable men, and for what?! It's real simple...'cause I got only one good eye, 'cause I'm more well-rounded out of a ring, and ESPECIALLY 'cause of what you're about to see now.
{ Johnny's eyes widen as he takes in the cheers; he reaches into his duffel bag, pulling out a red spiral notebook marked "J.J.'S WRESTLING NOTES | 2011-2012" in white lettering. }Johnny Gillmen: Normally...I don't like sharin' these with the IWC 'cause, quite frankly, the smarks can be a tad bit on the overthinkin' side, but this...this is one of five spiral notebooks I used to carry around in my athletic bag as I traveled from company to company, goin' from town to town. These first four notebooks contained all the info-rama I needed on how to survive in this wrestlin' business; I put my passion for writin' into good use took notes watchin' wrestlers like Tristan “Nighthawk” McDaniel, Glen “Terminus” Watts, or even Jack Gaither...and it's from these notes that I would train myself into becomin' just like one of 'em. That's right, y'all heard it straight from the horse's mouth...when nobody wanted to help me expand on the martial arts skills I learned from Jack and formally train me in the science of pro wrestlin', I decided to do it myself.
{ The fans gasp at this bombshell as the ex-Islander places the red journal back into his bag before pulling out a black notebook; this notebook is labeled "JOHNNY 'HAPPY' GILMORE'S GUIDE TO DIRTY LAUNDRY IN THE I.W.F. - DO NOT AIR UNTIL THE TIME IS RIGHT" in white. }Johnny Gillmen: Since I had to pattern my own wrestlin' style by my lonesome, I've had to teach myself one basic principle—to never be afraid to stand up for yourself, for what ya believe in. And this black notebook I'm pullin' out here...is somethin' I shoulda done six years ago—when I got my start in this business doin' columns and substitute commentatin' for the Premiere Wrestlin' Alliance. This l'il journal I've got in my hand, one that I've been workin' ever since October 2015...is a chronicle of the things that have made my blood boil and my soul burn brighter ever since I signed with the Imperial Wrestlin' Federation—as a talent support God of Olympus under the stage name Johnny “Happy” Gilmore, sportin' a hairstyle that Adam Sandler himself could only love. And since the IWF bookin' committee gave yours truly a LIVE MICROPHONE on a Monday Night Sacrifice...
{ The fans murmur of anticipation as Johnny points to his black spiral before opening it up, showing off several pages of tidily, neatly handwritten content. }Terri Morasco: Oh dear...
Vasco Dias: This is not gonna go well...
Johnny Gillmen: ...I'm-a-gonna air out several months' worth of hidden pissed-off vitriol in the form what y'all ladies and gents in the internet wrestlin' community would call “dirt sheets”--'cause I feel like doin' a l'il shootin'...right here, right now!
{ The gallery goes wild as Johnny turns to an entry in his chronicles. }Johnny Gillmen: Funny thing is, when you're on a tour workin' with someone ya try to tell this l'il story about how good or evil they are, but when it's all said and done, a lot of times the best in-ring chemistry comes from the fact that the two program partners...welp, they're good friends behind the scenes. Take, for example...Roberto Verona and Jake Conway.
{The crowd gives a mixed reaction to both men as Johnny flips to the next page of his notes.Johnny Gillmen: Now let's give the man SOME fair credit—he helped build IWF outta the ashes of the old nCw promotion—but here's where the credit ends...and the laundry starts flyin'. Ya see, he and Jake Conway had been buddies ever since New Championship Wrestling and beyond—that's all public knowledge, so there ain't no reason to go over that again—but here's the thing I ask ya now. How long can a REAL friendship last? It's simple...it lasts as long as y'all want it to, and what I saw at Night of the Immortals...was nothin' more but a bunch of bogus garbage at its worst. Roberto Verona...for all that he's done, he just couldn't BEAR the sight of havin' his trophy fall into the hands of someone other htan him. Roberto Verona...FUCKED Jake Conway up the ass and in the mouth, and what was supposed to be the biggest match in this company in Chicago was turned to nothin' in a heartbeat. Why? 'Cause EVERYONE here in Worcester knows that Verona is just as crooked as Hillary Clinton, so he went outta his way to sabotage a movement started by the RIGHTFUL champ—the Bernie Sanders of IWF—Jake Conway, and that's all I'm gonna say about that.
{ The fans applaud once more as Johnny closes his black spiral before placing it back into his athletic bag and closing its zipper. }Johnny Gillmen: I could go on and on and on, makin' enemies or friends 'long the way...but my point is real simple...people like me, with more heart and character, get dicked over just 'cause someone wants to be some hotshot politician instead of a REAL champion. A REAL champion doesn't fuck his best buddy over and expect to get away with it...and as far as everyone on the IWF roster goes, I. AM. THAT. MAN!!!
{ A loud "J.J.!" chant stars up as the Islander alum pumps his arms into the air, letting the moment soak into his mind. Before he can say anything else, however, his mike is summarily cut off--leaving him with a lot to say with no sound coming through. }----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Pandora Freeman and Fiona McFly vs Kathleen Conway and Shear O’Hara
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{ Pandora and Fiona dominate most of the match, isolating Kathleen on their side of the ring, cutting off Shea and making a point to hit their signature moves on her to drive home their place in the company but eventually Kathleen is able to escape and make the hot tag to Shea who quickly took control, sending Pandora to the outside with a clothesline and planting Fiona with Celtic pride but she wasn’t the legal woman. Shea gets overzealous and crashes and burns on an attack to the outside. Pandora nearly steals the match after that but Kathleen is quick to break the count and send Fiona off the apron with a clothesline as Shea recovers and hits Celtic Pride on Pandora before scoring the pinfall victory for her team.
After the match, Fiona tries to help Pandora to her feet. Fiona glares up the ramp at Conway and O’Hara when from behind...Pandora nails her with the BEAT DROP (Jumping Reverse STO). Pandora smiles and leaves the ring, joining Kat and Shea as they walk off, leaving Fiona in the middle of the ring when “Over You” hits the sound system and the Garcia Twins come running down the ramp. Paige lifts Fiona to her feet and holds her as Sara hits her with a Knockout Kiss Side Kick. The two laugh as they lift Fiona up for the double “All About Me” (Rack Attack). Just as they’re about to execute the move, Crystal Millar comes running down the ramp. She hits the ring as the Garcias drop Fiona, and scurry, laughing as they back up the ramp and we cut to commercial. }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Fair.”
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{The camera cuts backstage where Tiffany Jones stands with a microphone in her hand.}Tiffany Jones: Please welcome my guest at this time, Ryan Shane!
{The camera pans out and Shane is seen standing close by. He is dressed in a pair of jeans and his Just Ask T-shirt. The thing that sticks out most is the pair of crutches that he has with him.}Tiffany Jones: Ryan, two weeks ago you lost the Man of Steel title to Addisyn Starr...
{He interrupts her.}Ryan Shane: First off, I don't get what the record books say. I lost to Steel O'Buffington, not that jezebel Addisyn Starr. Second, how do you think I feel? Being Man of Steel champion meant everything to me.
Tiffany Jones: Alright, well last week in your match against Teddy Steele you were able to pick up a much needed fifteen points in the Heir to the Throne tournament. In that match you appeared to injure your knee, and now you are on crutches. Can you tell us anything about the injury?
Ryan Shane: When I lost the Man of Steel title I tried to look on the bright side of things. I still had the Heir to the Throne tournament to look forward to. Unfortunately I got injured in that match with Steele of all people.
Tiffany Jones: So how is the knee?
Ryan Shane: I was supposed to face Johnny Gillmen and Mike Laszlo this week. I was supposed to get another sixty points in the Heir to the Throne tournament. I was supposed to cement my legacy.
{Tiffany is a confused as to why he isn't answering the question.}Tiffany Jones: Please Ryan, can you tell us about the knee?
Ryan Shane: You want to know about the knee? Isn't it pretty obvious? I can't walk without these crutches. The doctors aren't sure the extent of the injury but they do know this. I won't be able to return to the ring until after Legacy.
Tiffany Jones: I'm sorry to hear that...
Ryan Shane: You're sorry? Do you know what this means? It means no Man of Steel title rematch. It means no chance to win the Heir to the Throne. It means everything I have worked for the past few months is down the drain.
{Tiffany isn't sure what to say as Ryan is working himself up.}Ryan Shane: I'm sure you mean well but sorry doesn't make up for what I lost. I've been in grueling matches with Zasshu, Nighthawk, and O'Buffington and I get hurt against Teddy Steele? Tell me how that's fair?
Tiffany Jones: Are you blaming Teddy Steele for the injury?
Ryan Shane: No...I'm just saying it's like life is joking with me is all. But make no mistake, when I'm cleared to compete again, I'm coming after what is mine, what I deserve.
{With that Ryan abruptly leaves on his crutches as Tiffany Jones stand there not sure what to make of the interview.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews vs Rob Diamond
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{ 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: Tonight here on Open Fight Night, Jayson Matthews will be challenging Rob Diamond. Jayson called Rob out, Rob accepted and the two had a bitter war of words online.
Vasco Dias: Jayson Matthews is in over his head. This man, Rob Diamond, the GOAT! He’s been to hell and back with Spike Kane, he’s won every title one can win besides the big one here in IWF, he’s a hall of famer, a future IWF hall of famer and a member of the greatest stable in wrestling history, the House of Howlett. Simply put, Jayson Matthews is going to suffer the same fate as his buddy, Steve Awesome.
Terri Morasco: I’m sure you’d like to think so but Jayson Matthews is the number one contender to the Imperial Championship, a title Rob has never won, all he has to do is defeat the Heir to the Throne winner to cement himself as one of the top athletes in the world today.
Vasco Dias: If he makes it past Rob.
{ Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP hits the pa as the lights start to strobe pink. Rob Diamond slowly struts out onto the ramp as the crowd boos him with everything they've got, he smiles and looks around the arena before raising both hands up over his head giving a two finger salute to the entire crowd. He walks down the full length of the ramp both middle fingers held high and his head bowed before reaching the ring where he drops his arms and rolls in under the bottom rope. }Allison Valance: Introducing to the ring at this time-
{ Rob rips the microphone from her hands as the music starts to fade slightly. }Rob Diamond: THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
{ He whips the mic over his shoulder and out of the ring as he runs up to one of the corners of the ring, jumps onto the second rope and throws up the two finger salute again. The crowd loses their minds as Rob brings his fists together and flips off the people directly in front of him before turning and dropping off the ropes. }Vasco Dias: There he is, the Greatest of all Time, the Infamous one himself, Rob Diamond! God I can’t wait to watch him rid IWF of Jayson Matthews once and for all.
Terri Morasco: Jayson Matthews has been through wars before and walked away, what makes you think tonight is going to be any different?
Vasco Dias: Because he’s never faced this Rob Diamond, a man hell bent on his destruction.
Terri Morasco: Jayson Matthews has lost a lot of battles but he always gets back up again and he always keeps fighting.
Vasco Dias: So he’s a cockroach!
{ Rob smirks at Jayson Matthews who doesn’t look like his normal happy self, instead he seems extra focused, extra upset and extra ready to go. The referee checks with both men and calls for the bell and before anyone even knows what’s happening Jayson Matthews takes off across the ring and crashes right into Rob with a brutal elbow and quickly follows them up with hard right hands. Rob doesn’t even know what’s hitting him as he tries to shield his face from Jayson but Jayson isn’t relenting and just keeps throwing haymakers at Rob who is desperately wrapping his leg around the ropes so the referee will push Jayson away, which he finally does. }Vasco Dias: What a freaking a animal! A rabid animal that needs to be put down!
Terri Morasco: Jayson is showing a fire tonight we don’t normally see!
Vasco Dias: And Rob is going to put it out!
{ Rob is starting to get his bearings when Jayson comes in again, crashing against him and sending him into the corner and then going right in with the right hands as the crowd cheers him on. The referee tries to break him away and finally Jayson relents and backs off as the referee gives him his second warning about the closed fists. }Vasco Dias: That idiot is going to cost himself the match!
Terri Morasco: That “idiot” is tired of people like you and Rob crapping on him.
{ Jayson pushes past the referee now and goes back for Rob but this time the Goat ducks under the right hand and runs across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and comes back, Jayson swings wildly at Rob but Diamonds gets under him again and bounces off the ropes and comes back with a wicked SPEAR on Jayson Matthews! Diamond hops right to his feet and hits a big crotch chop on the downed Jayson Matthews! }Vasco Dias: That’s how it’s done!
Terri Morasco: I’m not going to take anything away from Rob Diamond, that was a perfectly executed spear from the more seasoned veteran.
Vasco Dias: Finally you give Rob the respect he deserves!
Terri Morasco: I’ve never taken anything away from him, I just don’t agree with his change of attitude.
{ Rob grabs Jayson Matthews who pulls him into a school boy and looks for the cover. ONE! KICK OUT! Rob gets right to his feet and connects with a vicious lunging clothes line as Jayson tries to get to his feet. Rob pushes himself back up to his feet with a sly grin and waits for Jayson to get up, he connects with a brutal elbow shot to the side of head then a Fist full of Democracy backfist followed by a Standard 80’s Style hip toss into the corner of the ring. Rob gives Jayson the two finger salute and then runs in looking for the boot but Jayson quickly rolls out under the bottom rope. }Terri Morasco: Jayson escaped before Rob could connect with the boot!
Vasco Dias: Jayson got lucky!
{ Rob doesn’t waste any time and jumps out of the ring but Jayson immediately connects with a backfist of his own followed by a superkick right to the jaw of Rob Diamond and then follows it right up with the Jayson Matthews Experience!!! Rob goes down and the crowd pops huge for him as he throws his arsm up to insight them. Rob tries to pull himself up on the apron but Jayson comes running in with a knee to the side of Rob’s head on the outside! }Terri Morasco: Jayson Matthews with a nasty running knee!
Vasco Dias: This is absurd! He should be counted out! Disqualified! Matches are fought in the ring!
Terri Morasco: You had no problem when Rob put Steve Awesome through a table with a pile driver!
Vasco Dias: That wasn’t a sanctioned match!
{ Jayson waits for Rob to get to his feet and then runs at him as fast as he can and grabs him with a head scissors take down and sends Rob face first into the ring apron! }Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!
{ Jayson is right back on him and pulls him up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Jayson climbs up onto the apron. Rob is starting to push himself back up to his feet but Jayson uses the ropes to sling shot himself onto the top and then leaps off with a tornado ddt on Rob Diamond! He plants Rob right on the top of his head, Rob holding the head stand for a moment or two before dropping hard onto his back and Jayson quickly covering him and hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: A spring board DDT nearly put Rob away!
Vasco Dias: Not even close! He was just catching his breath!
Terri Morasco: What match are you watching!?
Vasco Dias: The one where Rob Diamond is using every moment on his back to catch his breath!
{ Jayson sits up, he doesn’t look frustrated at all, instead he’s looking extra confident as he gets to his feet. He lines Rob up as he starts to pull himself up using the ropes. Jayson rushes in as Rob turns and looks for the Ribkracker but Rob pushes him off and onto the mat. Jayson is quick to roll around to his feet but Rob connects with a hard kick to the gut of Jayson and then grabs him for a double arm ddt! }Vasco Dias: There we go! DDT!
{ Rob is right up and runs to the ropes as Jayson gets back to his feet, slightly groggy and Rob hits him with a Lou Thez Press and then ground and pounds Jayson with rights and lefts as the referee starts to scream at him to get off. Rob finally gets to his feet and lets out a yell as the crowd boos him, Jayson stands but Rob is on him with a big clothes line that sends Jayson back flipping over the top rope and spilling off the apron to the outside! }Vasco Dias: Rob taking back control of this match with brutal precision!
Terri Morasco: He has control at the moment but that can all change in the blink of an eye!
Vasco Dias: No, I don’t think so, Rob Diamond is going to put Jayson away for good very soon!
{ Rob climbs out after Jayson who is starting to get up but he connects with a clubbing blow over his back and then throws him hard into the ring apron. Rob grabs Jayson by the back and then throws him backward into the announce table. Rob kicks Jayson hard in the gut and then pulls him in and up for a power bomb, turning and throwing him back first into the ring apron!!! }Vasco Dias: Did you see that power bomb!?
Terri Morasco: That… That was brutal…
Vasco Dias: Jayson Matthews just isn’t ready for Rob Diamond’s level of competition. Hell, he isn’t ready for any level.
Terri Morasco: Jayson has put up a good fight.
Vasco Dias: A good fight means nothing against the GOAT!
{ Rob is smiling from ear to ear as he pulls Jayson up to his feet and throws him hard back into the ring. Rob takes his time as he crawls in after him and then hooks his leg for the pin. Rob looks confident as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: WHAT!?
Terri Morasco: Jayson Matthews kicked out!!!
Vasco Dias: NO WAY!!! That was three!!!
Terri Morasco: Not according to the official!
Vasco Dias: Well he’s blind!!!
{ Rob can’t believe it and gets to his feet where he immediately starts to stomp on Jayson Matthews, boot after boot after boot until the referee pushes him away to check on Jayson. Rob doesn’t care and goes right back to stomping Jayson but the referee pushes him back again and warns him. Rob goes in for a third barrage but Jayson grabs his leg and twists bringing Rob awkwardly down onto his face and gets back to his feet as quickly as he can and connects with the Jayson Matthews Experience for the second time as Rob tries to get back up! }Terri Morasco: FOR THE SECOND TIME!!!
Vasco Dias: NO!!!!
{ Jayson is staggered and beat up but he’s waiting for Rob to get back to his feet. Rob pulls himself up in the corner of the ring and Jayson comes running in looking for the Ribkracker again connects on Rob in the corner!!! Rob bounces off the knees of Jayson and then rolls out of the ring! }Vasco Dias: A veteran move by Rob Diamond, rolling right out of the ring!
Terri Morasco: Jayson connected with that Ribkracker, if he can get him back in the ring then Rob is done!
Vasco Dias: No way!
{ Jayson stumbles out of the ring and grabs Rob, he starts to pull him up to his feet but Rob grabs a fist full of tights and throws him hard face first into the steel ring post! }Vasco Dias: There we go!
{ Jayson just lays against the post as Rob pulls himself up slowly, he looks to Jayson and then charges in with a running boot to the back of Jayson’s head, crushing it against the post. He grabs Jayson and twists him around and rolls him back into the ring! }Vasco Dias: Jayson is done for!
Terri Morasco: He’s still got some fight left!
Vasco Dias: You’re delusional!
{ Rob rolls back into the ring and pulls Jayson up to his feet, he shakes his head before doubling him over and planting him in the center of the ring with the DIAMOND DRIVER!!!! }Vasco Dias: DIAMOND DRIVER!!!!
{ Rob rolls on top of Jayson and doesn’t even bother to hook a leg as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!! }Vasco Dias: And that is how it’s done when you’re the GREATEST OF ALL TIME!!!
Terri Morasco: Jayson fought a hard battle!
Vasco Dias: AND LOST!!!
{ Rob isn’t done as he rolls out of the ring and throws up the apron. He looks underneath and pulls a table out. }Terri Morasco: What’s he doing!?
Vasco Dias: The same thing he did to Steve!
{ Rob rips up the floor padding to expose the concrete beneath it and then sets the table up like a bridge from the crowd barrier to the ring apron and smiles as he rolls back into the ring. }Terri Morasco: He can’t do this!
Vasco Dias: Yes, yes he can.
{ Rob grabs Jayson and starts to drag him toward the table when the crowd pops and Mandi Matthews comes running down the ramp! }Vasco Dias: What the hell is she doing here!?
Terri Morasco: She’s looking out for her brother!
Vasco Dias: She’s as dumb as he is!!!
{ Mandi rolls right into the ring and gets in Rob’s face and then slaps him as hard as she can. }Vasco Dias: That was a mistake!
{ Rob viciously grabs her by the hair and wrenches back as the rest of the House of Howlett start to make their way onto the ramp, Laura leading the charge with Spike and Zasshu to either side and Cable bringing up the rear. }Vasco Dias: YOU DON’T TOUCH THE GOAT!!!
Terri Morasco: She wanted to protect her brother!!!
Vasco Dias: And you don’t touch the GOAT!
{ Jayson starts to come back around as Rob drags Mandi toward the table bridge now but the crowd pops again as Nighthawk comes running up behind the House of Howlett and connects with a running bulldog on Cable Arcane! Rob lets go momentarily as he looks up the ramp, Spike and Zasshu turn and that’s when- }REGRETS! I’VE GOT MINE!{ The familiar music of Steve Awesome catches everyone off guard as the crowd pops. }Vasco Dias: WHAT!?
Terri Morasco: NO WAY!?
{ Rob looks around as Spike and Zasshu prepare for a fight, Nighthawk is on top of Cable with rights and lefts when STEVE AWESOME COMES THROUGH THE CROWD AND CONNECTS WITH A JAWBREAKER TO THE BACK OF ROB’S HEAD!!!! }Vasco Dias: NO!!!!
{ Spike and Cable make their way for the ring but Jayson Matthews springs back to life and rushes toward the ropes and flies through them with a suicide dive right into Spike and Zasshu as Steve picks Rob up and then sends him over the top rope and through the table onto the concrete floor with the STEVEKO!!!! }Vasco Dias: HE CAN’T DO THAT!!!!
Terri Morasco: HE JUST DID!!!!
Vasco Dias: That’s bull****!!!
{ Security comes pouring out from the back to pull everyone apart as Steve goes right to the side of Mandi to make sure she is ok as Rob lays in the rubble on the floor and Jayson is pulled away from Spike and Zasshu, Cable and Nighthawk are pulled apart as well as we head to commercial break. }
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IWF SHIELDMAIDEN MATCH
Crystal Millar vs Paige Garcia ©
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is for the IWF SHIELDMAIDEN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
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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…}Terri Morasco: WHAT THE HELL!?
{From behind, Crystal is attacked by Sara Garcia, driving her ribs first into the barricade corner near ringside. Crystal clutches at her ribs as Sara continues to stomp away. Sara picks her up, but Crystal starts to fight back with some forearms of her own.}Terri Morasco: Can’t things ever be a one on one around here?
Vasco Dias: This is called having your sister’s back.
Terri Morasco: Right now, it’s called eating fists from Crystal!
{Crystal hits one more shot before Sara drives her knees into the injured ribs. Crystal goes down quick before she’s grabbed by the hair and rolled into the ring. Sara grabs hold of Crystal and lifts her into and drops her with the All About Me!! (Rack Attack).}Terri Morasco: An all out assault by Sara Garcia!
Vasco Dias: It’s why you need to be careful what you say around here!
{“Over You starts to play and Paige makes her entrance as if nothing ever happened. Sara smiles at her sister as she exits the ring. Paige hands Sara the Shieldmaiden as the referee looks on confused. Paige looks at the referee and yells for her to ring the bell. At first the referee refuses until Paige persuades her, asking if she wants to end up like Crystal. The referee shakes her head and reluctantly signals for the bell as Paige lifts Crystal...dropping her with another “All About Me.” Hooking the leg…
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The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen...your winner...and still IWF Shieldmaiden...Paige...Garcia.
{Paige and Sara start to celebrate as if one of them won the Diamonds Title, then slowly turn to Crystal, starting to stomp away as the crowd erupts for Fiona who comes down with her favorite whip. As Fiona enters, the Garcias scatter to the ramp, laughing at their handywork as Fiona checks on Crystal. “Over You” plays again as the twins celebrate up the ramp as the IWF Sacrifice Logo shows up in the corner and the scene fades.}----------------------------------------------------------
MAIN EVENTBob Pooler vs Spike Kane
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{The lights in the arena dim as a three second countdown appears on the jumbotron. The opening guitar riff of "How To Be A Human" hits as the countdown reaches zero and Pooler walks out onto the stage amongst the shower of cellphone flashes. Sporting a smirk, he holds a hand up to his head, shielding his eyes before pointing at a section of the crowd with a smile. }
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds … Bob … POOOOOLER!
{Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin. }
Vasco Dias: You have to wonder, if the time Bob Pooler has been inactive will play a part in this match.
Terri Morasco: These two know each other so well, that I don’t think any amount of ring rust on either part will matter.
Vasco Dias: The real question is, is Bob Pooler on the IWF Roster, or is this a one off?
{The crowd grow silent as the lights go out, monks chanting can be heard, as the chanting gets louder the stage area starts to fill with smoke. Suddenly, and abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.}
“BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS!
Is this all what we are?
SISTERS! MY SISTERS!
We’ve been crushed by the fists of GOD!!!”
{On the word God another pyro explodes either side of the rampway as Spike Kane appears through the smoke. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd. After a few seconds he simply heads right to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and standing right in the center of the ring, extending his arms once more, before the lights fade to normal and the music fades.}
Vasco Dias: I just got chills Terri.
Terri Morasco: I know what you mean, I never thought we’d see Spike Kane wrestle ever again….that son of a bitch.
{The bell rings and the noise from the crowd starts to grow as both men leave their corners and begin to move towards each other. Spike has a sinister grin on his face, but Bob looks pretty serious, obviously Spike’s words towards him this week hit home and he’s not expecting the same match he was a week or so ago. He offers Spike a lock up, and the two do indeed lock up. A test of strength begins, and Spike wins, he hooks Bob up and lifts him up for a quick snap suplex, before rolling to a knee and smiling.}
Vasco Dias: Well Spike has a clear height and weight advantage here.
Terri Morasco: I’m not sure Bob Pooler is in the right mind here tonight. He spoke about Spike with such respect, the two used to be so close.
Vasco Dias: And Spike just ran Bob’s name through the mud.
{Spike clambers to grab Bob again, but Pooler gets away and as he climbs to his feet sends an incredibly stiff kick to the chest of Spike Kane. Kane recoils a second, and Bob hits another, it causes Spike to stagger and Bob presses his luck going for another, but Spike catches Bobs leg and pulls him in, shaking his head before delivering an exploder suplex!}
Terri Morasco: These two know each other so well.
{Spike goes for a pinfall, but Bob kicks out before the referee even gets to a one. Pooler pushes Spike off of him and catches Kane off balance, forcing the former Imperial Champion to the matt. This gives Bob the split second he needs and he jumps to his feet, hits the ropes and comes charging back with a shining wizard that almost takes Spike Kane’s head off!}
Vasco Dias: Hot damn!!! He nearly decapitated him!
Terri morasco: We’re starting to see a little of that intensity that Bob Pooler can bring to the ring.
{Bob goes over to try and pin Spike, but Spike shoves him off before rolling out of the ring. He holds his jaw and moves it around a little, obviously hurting from the shining wizard. He walks over to a fan and asks if he’ lost any teeth, before the fan points to the ring. Spike turns around just in time to see Bob Pooler leap over the ropes with a huge over the top plancha onto Spike Kane!}
Vasco Dias: That was nuts.
Terri Morasco: Bob willing to hurt himself to take Spike down!
{Pooler pops right back to his feet, to a huge roar from the crowd. He rolls Spike back into the ring, and climbs up onto the apron, taking a second to soak in the reaction from the crowd. He looks over the ropes, and slingshots himself over with a senton! He covers Spike…..ONE! …..TWO! ….THR-NO! Spike got his foot on the ropes. Bob gets up from the cover, asking the ref what happened. He nods his head when the ref explains, and there’s a sigh of relief from the referee when he does. Bob turns to grab Spike, but Spike sends a quick shot to the gut of Bob Pooler. He doesn’t quite get to his feet but he grabs Pooler into a modified THUNDERSTRUCK!!!!}
Vasco Dias: Great ring awareness there by the hall of famer.
Terri Morasco: That wasn’t a full blown Thunderstruck, but it could be enough to put Bob down!
{Spike sits for a second, catching his breath, before he rolls over to cover Bob Pooler. The ref slides in….ONE! …...TWO! …..THRE-NO!!! BOB KICKS OUT!!!! Spike can’t believe it, and he slams the mat in frustration. He climbs to his feet and pushes the referee out of his way. The ref gets back in Spike’s face and warns him that he’ll be disqualified. Spike simply grins as he drags Bob Pooler to his feet but Bob springs to life, throwing both arms upwards to break Spike’s hold, and nails a devastating DR. TEETH!!!! Spike wobbles on his feet, almost down, but not quite….Bob doesn’t give him a chance as he hits the ropes and comes back with the HIGH VELOCITY HUG!}
Vasco Dias: Bob Pooler isn’t giving Spike a chance to recover.
Terri Morasco: And so he shouldn’t!
{He scrambles for a cover on Kane and the ref drops in, ONE! …..TWO! ….THREE-NOOOO!!! Spike Kane kicks out with the absolute tiniest amount of time possible. Bob is the one frustrated now, and he backs away from Spike, pumping himself up as he allows the “God of Xtreme” to get to his feet. He charges towards Spike, but Kane ducks underneath and hits a huge pele kick! Bob goes down, and Spike rolls to a knee. He drags Bob Pooler to his feet and lifts him up into the air going for the SPIKE IMPAILER!! -BUT...WAIT...Bob Pooler reverses it and lifts Spike up to execute the move on him himself!!!!}
Vasco Dias: What the hell!?
Terri Morasco: He’s going to hit Spike Kane with his own move!?
{However, Bob doesn’t have a chance to nail the move as before he can, Zasshu and Cable Arcane have both slid into the ring, and clobber him in the back, forcing him to drop Spike. The referee calls for the bell immediately disqualifying Spike Kane, and meaning that Bob Pooler wins by DQ. However, that doesn’t stop the House of Howlett (less Rob Diamond who is recovering backstage) from kicking the crap out of Bob Pooler. Laura Howlett has made her way to the ramp and smiles at her mens handiwork. Spike Kane, calls Cable and Zasshu off for a second as Bob Pooler staggers to his feet. Spike throws a crotch chop aimed at Bob before delivering a brutal THUNDERSTRUCK! The three men leave the ring, with a beaten and battered Bob Pooler in the middle of it.}
Terri Morasco: The god damn House of Howlett ruin another match! At least Bob is the winner!
Vasco Dias: He doesn’t look like much of a winner right now does he?
Terri Morasco: I can’t see this being the end of this between Pooler and Spike…
{The three men join Laura Howlett on the ramp, and they all raise a fist together as she simply smiles down the camera. The IWF Sacrifice logo flashes up on the screen as we close Sacrifice on the picture of a beaten up Bob Pooler, and a smiling House of Howlett.}
Well howdy there pardner.