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Post by Riley Gordon on Sept 13, 2016 3:50:49 GMT
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SEGMENT
”Some Business to Handle”
---------------------------------------------------------- {We cold open to Monday Night Sacrifice; in the parking garage for the Westchester County Center in White Plains, New York. We see a black stretch limo pull in. The driver stops the car and gets out heading to the back he opens the door for his passengers. Getting out of the limo first is Chris, then Will Fenell the brothers known as the Redneck Renegades. They are both in matching gray custom tailors suits, Chris seeming at ease with it, Will looking a bit uncomfortable. Then outcomes the NEW IWF Man of Steel champion, James Franklin Karn, a mix of cheers and boos can be heard from the arena. He buttons up the top button on his black custom tailored three piece suit with a white button down shirt, no tie two top buttons undone.}Vasco Dias: He's here Terri! The NEW IWF Man of Steel Champion is in the house! Terri Morasco: And he's got his backup with him. Vasco Dias: Let KIWA work for you Terri! {The driver goes to get the men's bags from the trunk of the limo as JFK addresses the two brothers.}JFK: Stick to the plan and watch my back, other than that, try not to get into any trouble ok? Chris: Got it. Will: Can't promise nutin'. {JFK shrugs as that's the best answer he's going to get}JFK: I got to handle some business real fast, I'll meet you boys in our locker room in a bit. {They nod and split ways, JFK snatches his Man of Steel championship from the driver and tosses it over his shoulder.}JFK: This is MINE. Now take our bags to our private locker room and get out of my sight. {JFK grins to himself as he heads towards the locker room area.}Vasco Dias: I wonder what kind of business JFK has tonight oh I hope he's considered my application to join KIWA. Terri Morasco: You would. Anyways! Welcome everyone to Open Fight night here on Monday Night Sacrifice Live at the Westchester County Center here in White Plains, New York, we have a hell of a show for you tonight so let’s get started! {Monday Night Sacrifice's opening graphic and music starts to play}----------------------------------------------------------
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”The punishment of Nighthawk: Part 1.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { We then see Nighthawk walk into the White Plains Community Center, stopping to shake hands with the fans on the other side of a guardrail and even sign autographs and engage in light conversation, he looks up and sees Zasshu, Rob Diamond and Spike Kane blocking the entrance door. Handing off his gear bag to a ringside attendant with instructions to put that in his locker room the Chicago native takes a moment to catch his breath and steady his emotions before leaping into the fray and trying to fight his way through the House of Howlett, landing a few stray forearms on Spike Kane before the numbers game becomes too much to deal with and they eventually subdue him. Signaling to Spike, Zasshu hooks the hands of Nighthawk behind him with zip-ties and they drag him past a horrified crowd of onlookers into the White Plains Community Center. }Terri Morasco: What the hell did we just see? Vasco Dias: Looks like the House of Howlett is making an example of Nighthawk tonight. Terri Morasco: It looks like they abducted him! { The crowd is in stunned silence as we fade away. }----------------------------------------------------------
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”King Maker/King Killer.”
---------------------------------------------------------- {Just like the week before; we see a very well lit studio room presumptively at IWF headquarters that was pretaped. There are three chairs. Seated in the center is Willy Carter; IWF interviewer. To his right, wearing a sports jacket with a black t-shirt beneath it and designer jeans is the reigning Invictus champion. To Willy’s left, Chris King is sitting, wearing a pair of jeans and a navy “Property of University of Michigan Athletics” shirt. The former Invictus Champion looks less than pleased to be there.}Chris King: {under his breath} None of this would be necessary if you’d have just minded your own damn business, pretty boy. {Noah smirks in the direction of King and can’t help himself.}Noah Field: Someone looks a little uncomfortable. What, afraid this might expose your lack of a personality? Chris King: Why don’t you shut the fuck up before you have to sue ME for breaking your face next, huh? Willy Carter: GENTLEMEN, please! We haven’t even started the interview yet, and you’re already acting like children! {King takes a slow, calming breath before looking at one of the producers.}Chris King: If I hit THAT guy, will that cost me my shot, too? {After receiving his answer, he sighs.}Chris King: Then let’s just get this shit over with. Unlike our champ, I’ve got a match to prepare for. {Willy starts to ask a question, but just before he can get it out Noah holds up his fingers as he stands up.}Noah Field: Hold on, I need to get a little more comfortable. {Noah removes his sports jacket, folding it up neatly. When he does he reveals a new t-shirt put out by one of his sponsors, Adidas. The t-shirt is black with the Adidas logo on the sleeve. On the front it has a picture of the crown that is Noah’s logo and beneath it reads the words “King Killer”...as he blatantly turns around to show the back you see the saying “Noah Giveth and Taketh Away….Back to the Bingo Halls With You”.}Noah Field: There, much better, now you can proceed. {King can’t help but chuckle at the words on the shirt.}Chris King: Nice design. I remember MY first order from Custom Ink, too. Got a great deal on some family reunion shirts. {He turns to Willy, wondering when the interview will actually start.}Chris King: Seriously, can we just get this thing started? Willy Carter: Okay, first, you and Noah… {Noah holds his finger up.}Noah Field: King Killer. Willy Carter: What? Noah Field: For the remainder of this interview you will refer to me as King Killer, not Noah. I won’t reply to Noah. Willy Carter: {Rolling his eyes} Fine...Chris, you and...King Killer, have been at one another’s throats since you both arrived in IWF. You care to comment on this assessment? Chris King: ‘At each other’s throats’ is a little much. It’s more like… NOAH {he makes a point of saying his name slowly and clearly} has decided to interfere with EVERYTHING I do anymore. It’s almost as if NOAH can’t make his own way in anything, so he has to intercept the things I’ve worked for. Of course, that’s just my opinion. Willy Carter: Noah, your response? {Noah says nothing, doesn’t even acknowledge it as he plays with his cuticles. Finally Willy lets out a frustrated sigh.}Willy Carter: King Killer, your response? Noah Field: My response? I’ve made it on my own, Bingo Hall has tried to ride off of my coattails. We were put together in a match, not of my doing, to open up our careers here in IWF. I beat him, and he got his panties in a bunch. He couldn’t handle losing, though it should be an honor to lose to the King Killer, so he’s pursued rematch after rematch, always falling short. Do me a favor, Willy, ask Bingo Hall why, if this is my fault, did he ruin our little party last week? Why did he stick his nose in business that wasn’t his to get yet another match against me? Willy Carter: Can’t you ask him yourself? Noah Field: Not until he can show me the respect by calling me by my new nickname I can’t. Chris King: I’m not calling you anything but your name, NOAH. Not now, not ever. You think you’re the first person to talk about my past? I WAS, you raging dipshit. I’m PROUD of where I came from. I’m PROUD of making it to the big show after years making my way through the business. You keep saying “bingo hall” like it’s a bad thing. {King sits up a little straighter in his seat, emboldened by his last statement.}Chris King: Now, as for Polly Prissy Pants’ last question, I will answer that. I was simply taking a page out of the champion’s book. He got involved in my matches with Zasshu when he wasn’t invited, twice now. Once, during the qualifying contest, and again when I won the title. He just chose to do it from the shadows or behind a keyboard. I’m getting involved in my rematch when I wasn’t invited. I’m just choosing to do it face to face. Because if there’s one thing my father taught me--something YOU may have missed out on, NOAH, what with your absentee dad and all--it’s that, ‘if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right.’ {Noah’s expression starts to shift to something like anger.}Noah Field: My father is none of your damn business. So learn your place and shut your mouth. Chris King: What’s the matter, pretty boy? Daddy issues? {Willy steps in, hoping to avoid a conflict.}Willy Carter: I’ll pose this to you, Chris; do you think Noah--King Killer--has a point? Do you really think you deserve a rematch when he has beaten you twice now? {King sighs.}Chris King: Did NOAH really think he deserved to be the special referee in my title match? Did NOAH really think he deserved to interfere in my first match with Zasshu in the first place? What people think they deserve doesn’t matter. What matters is what they want. And what *I* want is my contractual rematch. Now, if NOAH refuses to give it to me--who could blame him, I wouldn’t want to face me either if I’d screwed him over as many times as he’d screwed ME over--then I’ll go over his head and take it up with management. I’d rather the champ be some semblance of a stand-up guy, but knowing his heritage, I don’t expect it. Noah Field: {Scoffing} Semblance of a stand up guy? Since when do you need a stand up guy as a champion. What you want is the best to be a champion and I’m simply the best. Here’s the thing; The King Killer made Chris King the number one contender, he didn’t earn anything. If not for the King Killer, he’d never had been champion either, I put that belt on him. Chris King has deserved nothing since he’s shown up here. What’s he done since he’s been here but lose, and lose, and lose again. While he’s scrounging for victories and having to be fed freebies like last week, the King Killer has become the only undefeated champion in IWF, mowing down all that they put in front of me. But alas, the King Killer can be a nice guy, so I created an opportunity for him. Now sure, I had my own agenda to it; it was called the path of least resistance to get what I wanted, but look {Noah taps the the belt}, it worked. I got what I wanted in the end. The King Killer doesn’t fear Chris King by any means Willy. I don’t even have issue beating him again; it’s kind of become my new past time what...three times now? My only issues comes from a status standpoint. As the one true champion in IWF now, eclipsing even JFK and Cable Arcane...it’s about status and prestige and frankly fighting someone undeserving does nothing but tarnish my title reign. Willy Carter: He does have a point Chris. Noah’s actions did lead directly to you not only gaining your title match against Zasshu last month, but also your title win. Chris King: Just like your friend over there, you seem confused. I never said anything about his actions doing anything but helping me. What I said--and maintain to be true today--was that he should have stayed out of the way. I very well could have won all that on my own, without his interference. But thanks to Captain Summer's Eve here, we'll never know. {He turns his full attention to Noah.}Chris King: And as for you being the “premier champion” in this company, you've only been a champion for real for two weeks now, and had zero defenses. So I'd say somebody's counted chickens that ain't hatched yet. But if you really believe that, then you're more delusional than I ever imagined. {He smirks.}Chris King: You know, if you really are crazy, maybe you can start shilling for an antipsychotic drug… One more thing to whore yourself out to. Noah Field: {Sniffing} You smell that? That's what we call Field Envy. Jealousy because I have this belt and he doesn't. Envy because even at two weeks I've beaten his meager reign. Resentment because I've got companies willing to buy into me and my name and he can't even fathom this. Malice because I've had to carry this interview and make him seem interesting when his sparkling lack of personality has done everything to derail this segment and make it uninteresting. {King quickly rises to his feet, getting as close to Noah without touching him as he can.}Chris King: Then do something about it. You say you're carrying the interview? Fine. End it. Give me my rematch I'm entitled to, or deny me. But know this: if you decide to keep me away from that title, last week will feel like a walk in Central Park for you. Every time you are on camera, I will be there to kick the shit out of you. Every. Single. Time. Until I get what I want, that is. The choice is yours, Noah. {He turns and sits back down.}Chris King: Besides, wouldn't you have to be a real Field for me to have Field Envy? I thought bastards didn't get to rule… {Noah is furious as he himself stands from his seat.}Noah Field: You know what? You want to question me and my lineage? I’m so confident I can beat you, Bingo, that not only will I give you your rematch at Extreme Endurance but I'll even let you pick the match. Then after I beat you in YOUR match you can't make any more excuses. {King smiles, having gotten his way.}Chris King: See? That wasn’t so hard. I get my rematch, and you save your pretty face from the epic beating it would receive. As for the match, I think a no interference ladder match sounds like a whole lot of fun. Won’t get much chance for you to use that technical background of yours there or your entourage, now, will you? {He drops his mic on the seat as he leaves, grinning from ear to ear.}Chris King: See you soon, bastard. {Noah stands up, jerking clipped to his shirt off and throwing it down as he glares at Willy Carter.}Noah Field: This is your fault...you know that...right!!?? ----------------------------------------------------------
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”Good Work.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { The camera brings into focus a tattered and filthy porcelain doll. It looks to have been placed delicately on the edge of a table in the backstage area; seated, with the legs dangling off the side of the table. A backstage official, clad in a black IWF shirt and slacks, is hurrying down the corridor; running like he's late for a production meeting or something. His hip catches the dangling legs of the doll and causes it to fall from the table and crash with a thud on the concrete floor. }"MOTHER!" { A loud barbaric scream echoes off the walls, causing the man to stop in his tracks. He looks down at the doll, a look of confusion overtaken by disgust, and then he searches for the voice. He doesn't have to look long as the door to the men's room flies open, nearly flying off the hinges in the process. A massive man with a painted face appears, a look of pure rage on his face as he examines the fallen doll. How did he even know it fell? }"Hey -- hey, man, I'm -- I'm sorry about that." { The huge beast pulls at his hair, threatening to rip it from his scalp as he becomes the anger. He follows the voice, catching sight of the small man responsible for causing Mother harm. He lunges forward and grabs hold of the man and tosses him forcefully off the concrete wall. The man's body goes limp and he's falling to the floor, but the beast yanks him up before he hits and lifts him high over his head with a Gorilla Press. He walks towards the table and slams the man through it, leaving him limp.
He immediately softens up and bends down to pick up the doll. He wipes some fresh dirt off its face and clutches it tight against his chest. Almost on cue, footsteps echo as someone draws near. T.K. Smiles enters the frame and looks at the big man, before examining the carnage, and returning the gaze to the massive man to his left -- a sick smile on his face as he appreciates the art created by his acolyte. }T.K. Smiles: Good work, Remy. Good work, indeed. { He laughs loudly as he turns on his heel and walks out of the picture, leaving a shaking giant, clutching a doll to his chest, and staring down at the limp body at his feet. }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
T.K. Smiles vs Chris King
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! {"Happy?" by Mudvayne blasts over the P.A. as the arena goes black. A burst of maniacal laughter is heard throughout the arena as T.K. appears under a green spotlight near the top of the entrance ramp. He slowly makes his way to the ring as he looks around from side to side giving an eerie smile to all those in attendance before climbing up the steel steps and into the ring where he takes his corner and sits down while waiting for the bell to ring. He is accompanied by his Smile Factory,with Remy, Becca, Ricky and “Mother” in tow.}Vasco Dias: This guy is totally unhinged. Terri Morasco: Based on last week, I don’t know how sane his opponent is, though, either! Vasco Dias: He just swung a chair. It’s not like everybody who swings a chair is crazy. This guy, though… yeesh. He’s good at his job though. {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. He is accompanied by a large man wearing a biker’s vest, jeans and a t-shirt, alongside a younger redhead in tastefully ripped jeans, a half t-shirt and white-on-white sneakers--Slade and Roxy.}Terri Morasco: Chris King looks extremely motivated this week. Vasco Dias: The indy puke is ready for a real fight. Alert the media! {The bell rings, and both men approach each other in the center of the ring. T.K. has the same eerie grin on his face, while King remains stoic. The referee tells them to get underway, but neither man moves. T.K. says something under his breath and King breaks his facade, lashing out with a series of rights to the face area. Smiles just shrugs them off and fires back with his own, backing the bigger man into his corner. The ref steps in to separate them, while T.K. shouts something in King’s face that the casual observer can see as “BETTER TRY HARDER, JOHNNY!”}Terri Morasco: He’s displacing his anger on Chris King! Vasco Dias: T.K. Smiles is crazy. You know that. I know that. None of this is new. {King snarls and charges at Smiles, driving him back into his own corner and drives elbow after elbow into his head. The ref has to separate the two men again, and King just puts one fist over his head as the crowd erupts in cheers.}Terri Morasco: Looks like all of T.K.’s head games aren’t going to work on Chris King! Vasco Dias: So what? We’ll see how this all ends later. {After a series of chain wrestling moves and a hefty dose of Ricky trying to interfere in the match, we break back to the action, with T.K. Smiles and Chris King locked in a test of strength.}Terri Morasco: I can’t believe I’m seeing this. Vasco Dias: I can’t believe that T.K. is still holding his own here. Much as I hate that indy puke, he should be overpowering this guy. {T.K. breaks the hold with a swift kick to the right knee, and King buckles under the pressure. He grabs at his knee, and the referee drops to check on him.}Vasco Dias: Is that the Achilles heel? Terri Morasco: T.K. Smiles had King distracted enough to stop protecting his knee, and King pays the price! {T.K. pushes the ref off and covers King.}1… 2… KICKOUT by King! Terri Morasco: That was a close one. Vasco Dias: If King isn’t able to compete, he should just give up. {King uses the ropes to pull himself up, favoring his leg. He waves off the referee, yelling that he’s okay. T.K. just smiles and dives forward at the injured leg, trying to injure him further. King steps aside, and drops an elbow on Smiles’ neck. He scrambles up to his feet, still favoring the leg, waving Smiles forward. T.K. smiles that sick smile from earlier and charges forward, only to run into a belly to belly suplex. The crowd cheers as King drops to cover.}1… 2… Th--KICKOUT by Smiles! Vasco Dias: That was too close to call. Terri Morasco: You really just don’t want Chris King to win, do you? Vasco Dias: I don’t like him, or his ilk. {The crowd is chanting “KINGMAKER” over and over, as King continues to wave Smiles forward. He watches as T.K. charges ahead recklessly, and instead of getting out of the way in time, T.K.’s manager, Ricky, reaches through the ropes and holds his leg in place, keeping the bigger man from moving. T.K. spears him up against the ropes, and King falls to his knees. T.K. starts laughing maniacally and gets right in King’s face, screaming, “TIME TO PUT A SMILE ON THAT FACE!”. He picks King up and then positions him for the Swinging Reverse STO.}Vasco Dias: YES! The Punch Line, delivered in the center of the ring! Terri Morasco: King is out cold! {The referee counts as Ricky reaches through the ropes, holding King’s legs down as T.K. covers.}1…. 2…. THREE!!!!! {The bell rings, and King kicks out a full second too late, as soon as Ricky’s hands are off his legs.}Terri Morasco: What a total miscarriage of justice! Vasco Dias: One more mark in the loss column for the indy puke! {King rolls out of the ring, to his party, as Smiles celebrates in the ring while the camera fades to black.}----------------------------------------------------------
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”New duties.”
---------------------------------------------------------- Earlier in the day.{ We see Steve Awesome arriving to the arena wearing his trademark aviators, tight dark wash jeans and a brand new “HOH OWNS YOU!” t-shirt, probably not by choice. As he reaches the back door to the arena he is met by two lumbering security guards, probably local indy guys who need a quick pay day and the smiling but somehow annoying face of Laura Howlett. }Steve Awesome: Oh… This should be fun. { Steve sighs as Laura steps forward and slams a clip board into the chest of Steve Awesome. He takes it from her and looks it over. }Steve Awesome: What’s this? Laura Howlett: Your new duties for the evening. Steve Awesome: Heh, you said- Laura Howlett: READ IT! { Steve raises his eyebrows and steps back. }Steve Awesome: Ok. Ok… { He looks over the piece of paper on the clip board. }Steve Awesome: Are you kidding me? Janitorial duties? Laura Howlett: No, I’m not kidding Mr. Awesome. As we informed you last week, the House of Howlett- { She jabs him in his new t-shirt with her index finger. }Laura Howlett: Owns you. And if you want to keep working for the biggest professional wrestling promotion in the world then you would be wise to do as we say. Steve Awesome: This is a load of- Laura Howlett: No, but it is your job to clean it up. Have a lovely evening Mr. Awesome. { With a smile Laura turns away from Steve and heads inside of the arena. The two hulking indy security guards now stand ready with a mop and bucket, forcing them into the hands of Steve Awesome who looks less than enthusiastic. }----------------------------------------------------------
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”Think About It”
---------------------------------------------------------- {We come back from break on a shot of the announcers table with Vasco and Terri.}Vasco Dias: Welcome back folks, at this time we'd like to throw it to the back to our colleague Willy Carter who says he has a scoop for us. {We cut to the back where we see Willy Carter standing in front of Bob Poolers locker room, actually it's a make shift closet that they told him was his own private locker room.}Willy Carter: Indeed I do Vasco, Willy Carter here where I just witnessed our new IWF Man of Steel champion JFK walk into the locker room of one of his opponents coming up at Extreme Endurance Bob Pooler, oh here wait a second.... {The door opens up and out walks JFK turning back he seems to be still talking to whoever is in the room}JFK: Just think about it Bob, think long and hard and get back to me....JESUS CHRIST WILLY! {JFK screams at Willy Carter as he turns and walks right into the man.}JFK: Could you be anymore under foot!? You're worse than my dog....{sniff} and he smells better also, what do you want Willy come on spill it, {Willy tries to talk} Come on, out with it, you can do it…
Willy Carter: We would just like to know, what were you doing just now in Bob Poolers locker room?
JFK: {he scoffs} You call this a locker room Willy? See there in lays part of the problem, you treat superstars like they are trash, and you waste Champions time with silly questions. What do you think I was doing Willy? Baking a cake? Playing patty cake? NO! I was conducting business.
Willy Carter: Wha...What kind of business?
JFK: Business between me and Bob. Let's just say I made him an offer he shouldn’t refuse.
Willy Carter: And what would that offer be?
JFK: {sighs} You’re dense aincha’ boy? I made him an offer to join KIWA if you must know, just as long as he’s willing to pay his union dues.
Willy Carter: And what did he say?
JFK: He didn't give me an answer yet Willy nor was I expecting one, somethings a man needs to take time to think over. But hey, if you think he will tell you...go ahead and knock.
{JFK goes to walk away and Willy looks like he's about to knock as JFK speaks up once more as he's walking away}
JFK: Spoiler alert, he won’t tell you yet either.
{We cut back to Vasco and Terri}
Terri Morasco: I wonder what JFK has up his sleeve, but knowing that man it can't be good.
Vasco Dias: It's going to be genius that's what it's going to be Terri! GENIUS!
Terri Morasco: Let's get back to the action in the ring shall we?
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SINGLES MATCH
Bob Pooler Vs Kyle Mason
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{We come back from commercial to the dying tunes of “Crushed” by Parkway Drive, as Spike Kane has taken a seat at ringside, with both Bob Pooler and Kyle Mason just about to start their match, and not looking very happy.}
Terri Morasco: Spike Kane, thank you for joining us.
Spike Kane: You’re welcome.
Vasco Dias: Oh, this is going to be great!
{The bell rings and both Mason and Pooler begin to circle around each other, they both give a quick glance to the commentary table, where Spike Kane arrogantly waves at them. Bob shakes his head, and Kyle Mason uses the slight distraction to his advantage and clobbers Bob with a clothesline taking him down. Pooler gets right back to his feet but is met with another clothesline, and once more before being taken down with a powerslam, as Kyle Mason roars with passion.}
Vasco Dias: So this match up was only made because both Bob and yourself refused to allow Kyle Mason into your previous Open Fight Night match, correct?
Spike Kane: That’s right Vasco. Mason over here tried to muscle in on what the internet smarks would call a dream match, but there was no way I was going to let that happen.
Terri Morasco: And why is that?
Spike Kane: I’m Spike *bleeping* Kane, I’m a legend. I might not be his biggest fan, but you can’t deny that Bob Pooler has made quite the name for himself too...but Kyle Mason? Who the *bleep* is Kyle Mason!? He’s a nobody!
{Back in the ring Kyle has a sleeper hold locked in on Bob Pooler, but Bob doesn’t sit there and allow Mason to put the pressure on. He manages to stagger to a knee, and starts to swing some wild punches upwards at Kyle, before grabbing his head and pulling him over with a snapmare, reversing the move and locking in a sleeper hold of his own, much to the delight of the crowd.}
Terri Morasco: These fans sure appreciated that!
Spike Kane: Because they’re mindless sheep Terri.
Terri Morasco: Well you’re in a foul mood tonight, aren’t you?
Spike Kane: I’m in the only mood I ever am Terri, focused. I’m out here scoping out my competition before Extreme Endurance! There’s a method to the madness.
Vasco Dias: Yes, the Extreme Endurance match was announced last week, as our new Man of Steel champion will take on Bob Pooler, former man of steel champion Ryan Shane, and of course, yourself.
{In the ring, Bob releases the sleeper hold, and then hits the ropes real fast, just as Mason is getting his bearings, Pooler snaps to and takes him down with a devastating Shining Wizard, almost taking the head off of Kyle Mason. Pooler lands on a knee, and smirks at Spike Kane, who just smirks right back.}
Spike Kane: He shouldn’t be worrying about me, he should be paying attention to the match!
Terri Morasco: Speaking of Extreme Endurance, what are your thoughts leading towards the event?
Spike Kane: Look, I gave JFK a chance to legitimise himself as the Man of Steel Champion. I offered him a one on one match, but he was too scared to accept, because he knows he can’t beat me….well, turnabout is fair play, and I have the best management has to offer on my side, now his chances of retaining the title have plummeted!
Vasco Dias: 25%!!!
Spike Kane: That’s not how it works Vasco, for crying out loud.
{Bob Pooler goes for the cover, but Mason kicks out at two. Bob begins to drag Kyle Mason to his feet, but Kyle reverses it, and drags Bob Pooler down into a small package. The ref hits the mat, ONE! ….TWO! ….TH-!NO!!! Bob Pooler JUST manages to kick out, but he isn’t best pleased about it. He rolls to his corner, and Mason his. Mason charges towards Bob Pooler, but Bob ducks underneath the swinging clothesline, and kicks him in the gut, right before flipping Spike Kane off at ringside, and nailing the THUNDERSTRUCK!?!?!?! THE CROWD ARE GOING INSANE! Bob covers, Kyle, ONE! ….TWO! ….THREE!!!}
Spike Kane: Son of a…-BZZZT-
Vasco Dias: Wait, where are you going?
{Bob Pooler jumps to his feet and the referee holds his arm in the air, but he turns around just in time to be speared by Spike Kane. The two of them begin to brawl back and forth, rolling around on the floor, before JFK appears out of nowhere, flanked by the Renegade Rednecks! They storm the ring and begin attacking both Bob and Spike, when suddenly the crowd erupts as Ryan Shane sprints down to the ring, diving through both of the brothers and going right for JFK!}
Vasco Dias: This is pandemonium!
Terri Morasco: We’ve lost complete control here!
{The six men begin to brawl and fight, nobody seeming to gain the upper hand, when security start to flood from out the back. The Rednecks see what is happening and they disengage from their fight, breaking JFK and Ryan Shane apart so they can fall back. Spike Kane slides out of the ring and up the ramp as Ryan Shane and Bob Pooler are left standing in the ring, much to the crowds delight. JFK stands in the crowd staring hard at his future foes, as does Spike Kane on the ramp, but Pooler and Shane seem confident as they stand tall together in the ring.}
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SEGMENT
”The punishment of Nighthawk: Part 2.”
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{ We cut backstage to see Rob Diamond leaving the House of Howlett locker room to go to the ring for his match against Derek Brooks. As the door swings closed we make our way inside where we see Spike Kane leaning against a locker with a grin as Zasshu is laying in hard kicks to the torso and face of Nighthawk who is hung upside-down from a beam in the locker room. We pan to the side where Laura Howlett smiles to herself, measuring the force of each blow with a radar gun, seeming to want her charge to hit harder and harder. }
Terri Morasco: Why the hell is no one stopping this!?
Vasco Dias: The House of Howlett runs IWF!
Terri Morasco: Are you condoning this assault?
Vasco Dias: Did I say that?
{ Wincing and grunting with each blow we see the proud “Wrestling Machine” finally slump into unconsciousness, only to be revived when Spike Kane hooks a length of steel chain to a dog collar and delivers lashes with said chain to the back of the “Man of 1000 Holds”. }
Vasco Dias: Jesus… I can’t believe I’m saying this but this has gone too far…
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SINGLES MATCH
Rob Diamond vs Derek Brooks
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{The synthesized beginning of "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor begins to play as the crowd grows silent.}
YOU READYYYY!?
LET'S GO!
{The beat breaks in and the strobe lights around the arena go with said beat as the crowd begins to amp up.}
"This is ten percent luck..."
{As the lyrics begin a single spotlight shines on the man known as "Greatness" before he glances over his shoulder, staring down at the ring. With a concentrated look he slowly turns and starts down to the ring as he's announced.}
Alison Valance: From New York City, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is "Greatness Personified"...DEREK BROOKS!
{He holds out his arms at the end of the walkway as his name echoes throughout the arena as the fans cheer him on. He climbs the stairs and walks along the apron to the corner where he ascends and looks out to the crowd before flinging his arm in the air much to their appease. He jumps down and steps through the ropes, walking to the center, bouncing around, light as a cat despite his large frame as he gazes out to the crowd before snapping around, climbing the corner and flinging his arm in the air again as the flashbulbs go off everywhere. He jumps down and continues bouncing from one foot to the other in a graceful manner as he waits for the match to begin.}
Terri Morasco: Derek Brooks is making his long awaited return to IWF here tonight after accepting an open challenge from Rob Diamond.
Vasco Dias: Open fight night is a night where anything can happen, even a nobody like Derek Brooks can step into the ring with the GOAT, Rob Diamond.
Terri Morasco: And beat him.
Vasco Dias: That could never happen, not even on an alternate earth where Derek Brooks has talent.
{ 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, one of the core members of the House of Howlett, the highest paid man in IWF and the Greatest of all Time, Rob Diamond.
Terri Morasco: Are you on his pay roll?
Vasco Dias: No, I just recognize true greatness when I see it.
{ The referee calls for the bell and the two men move right to the middle of the ring where Rob and Derek immediately start to mouth off to one another. Rob seems to say something particularly offensive and Derek hauls off the SHOWN UP slap across the mouth of Rob Diamond! }
Terri Morasco: OH!!! Derek with the Shown up slap!
Vasco Dias: That piece of crap!
{ Diamond looks pissed at Derek and charges him hard but Derek catches him with the DISPLAY OF GREATNESS!!! }
Terri Morasco: DISPLAY OF GREATNESS!!!
Vasco Dias: WHAT THE HELL!?
{ Rob quickly rolls out of the ring before Brooks can do anything and lands on his hands and knees. Derek follows him out and grabs him by the head but Rob shoves Brooks off hard and he slams back first against the steel ring post. Rob pushes himself up and charges forward this time catching Brooks with a SPEAR right into the ring post! }
Vasco Dias: That’s what Greatness looks like!
Terri Morasco: That was a dirty move!
Vasco Dias: He lured that big moron outside of the ring and gave him what he had coming!
{ Rob doesn’t let up as he gets right to his feet and starts to stomp Derek hard in the chest over and over again as the referee yells at him to bring it back into the ring. Rob grabs for the head of Brooks and tears him to his feet, he turns him around in a circle and then slams him head first into the steel ring post. The referee has reached the count of six but Rob rolls and then around and out the other side re starting the count. }
Terri Morasco: Looks like Rob wants to keep this on the outside.
Vasco Dias: Smart move, keep the big guy off his game.
{ Rob taunts Brooks as he lays face down on the padded floor. Rob pulls his leg up high and then stomps him hard over the back. Rob pulls him up and looks to run him into the crowd barrier but Brooks turns him around and throws Rob chest first into the barrier. Derek picks Rob up and drops him chest first over the barrier. Rob staggers backward and Derek is right there with an overhead belly to bely suplex onto the padded floor! }
Terri Morasco: Brooks turned things around pretty quickly!
Vasco Dias: He’s getting lucky, that’s all, Rob Diamond hasn’t even gotten started!
{ Brooks head back into the ring where the referee has reached the count of six again. Then seven. }
Terri Morasco: Looks like Brooks may get the count out win.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, real GREAT way to win.
{ Rob is up by nine and then leaps into the ring but Brooks is right there with a hard stomp to the back. He pulls Rob up and sends him hard into the ropes, Rob rebounds and is caught by Brooks with a high impact Spinebuster!!! }
Terri Morasco: Beautiful spinebuster by Derek Brooks.
Vasco Dias: The referee needs to get this goon to back off, this is not how you treat the GOAT!
Terri Morasco: Perhaps the GOAT should start acting like it.
{ Brooks pulls Rob up by the neck and connects with another Shown up slap and then pulls him into the Happenstance! Brooks hooks the leg of Rob Diamond and the referee drops for the count. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: That’s right!!!
Terri Morasco: Brooks nearly had him!
Vasco Dias: Greatness isn’t about nearly winning. The GOAT will win!
{ Brooks is up and he starts to psyche himself and the crowd up for another Display of Greatness as Rob is slow to his feet. Brooks charges in and under hooks Rob but Diamond starts to fire off elbows to the back of Brooks head over and over again until he lets him go. Rob connects with a Fist Full Of Democracy spinning backfist that staggers Brooks. Rob runs in and underhooks him now and turns him around for a big 80’s style hip toss into the turn buckles! Brooks tries to get back to a seated position as Rob flips Brooks off and runs in with a wild boot to the face. Rob drags Brooks out of the corner and covers him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: That was clearly three!
Terri Morasco: Are you blind!?
Vasco Dias: He had him!
Terri Morasco: It wasn’t even close!
{ Rob looks frustrated as he gets to his feet, he starts to beg Brooks to stand up. Brooks pushes himself up and Rob underhooks him and looks for the Diamond Driver but Brooks is able to reverse it into a back drop. Rob is right up to his feet and Brooks connects with a hard right hand that sends him back down. Rob is up again and Brooks hits a second right hand that knocks Rob down. Rob gets up a third time and misses his own right hand attempt, turning around and Brooks lifts him up for an inverted atomic drop! Brooks comes off the ropes with a neckbreaker on the staggered Rob Diamond! }
Terri Morasco: BROOKS IS ON FIRE!!!
Vasco Dias: This can’t be happening! Not to the GOAT!!!
{ Brooks readies himself for the Display of Greatness when the tron suddenly comes to life with the sounds of a man groaning, we see Nighthawk still strung up and Zasshu and Spike Kane taking turns teeing off on him. Brooks turns to look at the tron as does the referee. }
Terri Morasco: This is still going on??
Vasco Dias: Jesus…
{ Rob comes up from behind on Brooks and connects with a low blow before turning him around and setting him up for the DIAMOND DRIVER!!!! }
Terri Morasco: The referee was distracted!
Vasco Dias: Looks like the GOAT is going to win this!!!
{ Rob pins Brooks as the tron goes back to showing the match and the referee drops down to count. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }
Vasco Dias: Rob Diamond wins!
Terri Morasco: With the help of the House of Howlett…
Vasco Dias: I’m glad the GOAT stands tall… But I hope Nighthawk is ok…
{ Rob stands up and screams at the referee to raise his hand as the crowd boos. }
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SEGMENT
”SJW vs Gillmen Debate”
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This will be added upon completion.
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SEGMENT
”Tolerate That!”
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{ We cut backstage to Laura Howlett and her client, the former Invictus Champion, Zasshu standing side by side in the IWF interview area. Laura has a smug look on her face with her arms crossed over her gray three piece dress suit. }
Laura Howlett: Noah Field thinks he can duck and dodge my client. He thinks he can avoid giving my client the fair rematch he deserves!
{ Laura wears a slight scowl as she continues. }
Laura Howlett: He stole the championship from my client and placed it on that low life scum bad Chris King! He set King up to fail all so he could procure out championship for himself! We are the House of Howlett!!! We run Imperial Wrestling!
{ She looks around like she's insulted by the situation. }
Laura Howlett: This is our company! We have the Imperial Championship! We have the God of Xtreme! We have the Greatest of all Time! We have-
{ Laura is cut off suddenly by someone clearing their throat. The camera pans back to show Morgan Kennedy, the manager and finance of Noah Field. Flanking Morgan is Jace Styles. With a satisfied smile on her face Morgan slaps a few papers on her empty hand.}
Morgan Kennedy: I’m glad I found you and your client. The True Future, Noah Field, won’t be fighting your client any time soon. As a matter of fact, I believe these belong to you.
{Morgan passes the paper to Laura with a snide grin on her face. Laura looks down at the papers as Zasshu steps a little closer to Styles but Morgan positions herself in between them. Laura looks up with an extremely pissed off look on her face. }
Laura Howlett: Is this-
Morgan Kennedy: A restraining order? Yes that is exactly what it is. You see, since your client both lost the Invictus Championship and his contractual rematch he no longer has any business in the ring with my client, Mr. Field. With that in mind we are now free and clear to pursue our case against you.
{ Laura is visibly shaking with anger as she looks down Morgan, Jace stands behind Morgan with a sly grin as Zasshu looks on coldly from beside Laura. }
Laura Howlett: You have got to be kidding me!? My client has been the hottest thing in Imperial Wrestling-
Morgan Kennedy: Until Me. Field showed up. Unfortunately for you and the House of Howlett your extracurricular activities will not be tolerated in the Field era.
Laura Howlett: They won’t?
Morgan Kennedy: Nope.
{ Morgan’s tongue clicks on the nope and the big smirk is what sets Laura off as she suddenly hauls off and slaps Morgan across the face as hard as she can!!! }
Laura Howlett: Tolerate that! This company belongs to us!!!
{ Morgan falls back into Jace who immediately restrains her from retaliating as Zasshu now steps in between both women. }
Morgan Kennedy: You'll pay for this!!
{ Morgan screams while holding her already red cheek as Jace pulls her away. }
Laura Howlett: Talk to my lawyer.
{ Laura whips around and walks down the hall way as Zasshu just watched before eventually following. }
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Winner receives an IWF Shieldmaiden opportunity at Extreme Endurance.
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( The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glowsticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out slams PAndoa, light up like a christmas tree by UV, as light slwoly bleed back to the area Panodora dances down tothe ring, esily gracing movements as she hops up the apron and climbs in before gripping the top rope and arching back down to touch the ring mat with herdead a leave her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music asshe encoruages the crowd to move with her. }
Vasco Dias: "Out with the old, in with the new" she says...
Terri Morasco: Yeah, BUT...has Pandora bitten off a little more than she can chew?
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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!
I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol. }
Vasco Dias: Not with Crystal. She's a relic of the "old" Diamonds.
{ Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin. }
Terri Morasco: I wouldn't exactly say that...she DID beat Sara Garcia at Legacy.
Vasco Dias: Fluke central.
{ "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys kicks into high gear as Fiona McFly marches out on stage, takes a bow, and heads down to the ring--giving lucky fans quick pecks on the cheek along the way. }
Vasco Dias: And Fifi's in this match...for what reason, you might ask?!
Terri Morasco: Maybe it's because she's the only Diamond that EVERYONE can truly appreciate.
[DING!]
{ The man in stripes calls for the bell as all three ladies congeal together for a three-way lockup. Neither Diamond is able to fully jockey for position at first, but eventually, it's Pandora who strikes first, chucking Crystal out of the way before nailing Fiona with some hard lefts and rights before backing the Northern Irishwoman into the corner. Freeman shoots McFly into the opposite corner, causing the latter to stumble right into Crystal Millar, who nails her with a hard snap suplex that crunches Fiona's back to the canvas. }
Vasco Dias: Ow...right on that deck!
{ Yet Pandora is one step ahead of Crystal, applying a Russian legsweep from behind before transitioning into an armbar. But Fiona is right there to break up the hybrid rest and submission hold, pulls Pandoda back to her feet, and hits her with a pair of German suplexes--the 2nd one resulting in a bridging pin. }
1...!
2...!!
{ Millar yanks McFly off of Freeman, breaking up the pin and tossing her to the outside. Sporting a smirk on her face, Crystal now focuses her attention on the relatively new Pandora, who winds up on the wrong end of a hard scoop slam. The high-flying Crystal heads up to the top rope and plays to the crowd, blowing kisses as the fans begin to jeer. )
Terri Morasco: Wastin' a little time here...
Vasco Dias: ZZZZZzzzzzz....
{ Just as Freeman makes her way back to her feet, Millar goes flying and executes a perfect flying headscissor takedown. Eventually, Crystal runs toward the ropes and applies a perfect springboard moonsault off the top strand, going for a pin in the process. }
1...!
2....!!
{ Fiona hops back into the ring and pulls Crystal off Pandora, then unceremoniously tosses the latter over the top rope and onto the floor--payback for earlier! Pandora, however, manages to take charge, nailing McFly with a standing armdrag takedown, followed by a second. Fiona tries to fire back, kicking Freeman in the ribs...only to wind up on the business end of a Pandora enzugiri that sends the Northern Irishwoman to a knee. Eventually, the first-year Freeman suplex, transitioning into a bridge. }
1...!
2...!!
NOPE!!!
{The crowd breaks into boos as the Garcias run down to the ring, both jumping on Pandora who is the freshest of the two in the ring, beating her to the mat as Sara picks her up, and Paige measures her before blasting her in the face with the Shieldmaiden Championship.
The two then repeat the process on Fiona, leaving both Diamonds out in the center of the ring. Sara then turns her attention to the arm of Crystal that can be seen as she tries to get back in the ring. Sara rolls under the bottom rope and charges Crystal, pushing her in the back, face first into the ring post!
Sara slides her back in as her sister lifts Crystal onto her shoulders. Sara joins underneath Crystal as they drop down with the patented Double All About Me. Paige smacks the mat as she gets up, grabbing hold of her Shieldmaiden Title and holding it high overhead of her would be challengers.}
Terri Morasco: A despicable display here by the Garcia Twins. Paige wanted no part of any of these women.
Vasco Dias: She told the world they were undeserving, and now she showed why. AND NOW SHE HAS A MIC!
Paige Garcia: And now it looks like none of you will challenge the queen.
{The two laugh and point at all of the girls who are laid out when a sweet, delightful voice is heard over the speakers.}
Voice: Don’t be too sure about that Ms. Garcia.
{The twins look up at the ramp as little seen Riley Gordon steps out onto the stage as the crowd applauds.}
Riley Gordon: Thank you our lovely audience...thank you. You see, for far too long I stayed away from the limelight, and let our performers have their time. I let Kathy Conway step in from time to time to make announcements, but I thought with her taking care of Ace, I’d come out after the tragic acts of the Garcia Twins, to announce that there will indeed be a Shieldmaiden Title defense at Extreme Endurance.
You ruined the chances of the three girls in that ring Paige, and now you have to suffer the consequences. So...at Extreme Endurance...if you get by Eva Broussard tonight...you WILL defend the title against…
Fiona McFly…
Pandora Freeman…
AND…
CRYSTAL MILLAR IN A FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH!!!
{Paige is going nuts in the ring, fuming at the Co-Head of the Diamonds Division’s announcement.}
Riley Gordon: Thank you, and I hope you all have a great night.
{The crowd cheers as Paige is left fuming in the center of the ring as the scene closes.}
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SEGMENT
”Insulted.”
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{ We cut backstage to the IWF interview area where A Girl Has No Name Robins stands ready to go. She gets the signal. }
A Girl Has No Name Robins: Last week we saw the coronation of the new IWF Imperial Champion, Cable Arcane.
{ We cut to a clip of Cable Arcane from last week, specifically when he started ripping into Falcon. }
A Girl Has No Name Robins: As you saw the coronation took an interesting turn when Cable Arcane was bombarded by Falcon chants which prompted our new Imperial Champion to verbally rip into the Immortal One.
{ We pull back to reveal Cable Arcane standing next to A Girl Has No Name with his his Imperial Championship proudly over the shoulder of his black three piece suit. }
A Girl Has No Name Robins: Cable, as it stands Falcon has had no response for you and I’d like to know-
Cable Arcane: If I'm insulted? I'm absolutely insulted. I am the Imperial Champion. I am the best in the world and for that two bit never was from another company to not even acknowledge me is absolutely the most insulting thing you can do.
{ A Girl Has No Name seems slightly intimidated as Cable is seething. }
A Girl Has No Name Robins: Well Falcon has taken an oath of-
Cable Arcane: Of silence? I don't care about his little personal promise. The fact of the matter is Falcon was never a great wrestler. He got lucky when he won his one and only real World Championship, outside of that he has done nothing worth mentioning.
{ Cable presents the Imperial Championship. }
Cable Arcane: He has never and he will never hold the IWF Imperial Championship! And that fact alone is why he’s afraid to respond to me! He's afraid that if he steps into the ring with me I'll expose him for the vanilla midget spot monkey that he is! A glorified crash test dummy! He's afraid, as well he should be that if he were to face me he would lose.
{ Cable turns and looks right into the camera. }
Cable Arcane: No sleep. No rest. No mercy.
{ With that said he turns to his right and walks out of camera shot leaving A Girl Has No Name still standing there watching. }
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IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP ELIMINATION
FATAL FOUR WAY
Whomever is pinned or made to submit loses the chance to compete for the #1 Contendership to the Invictus Championship at Extreme Endurance
Mike Phoenix vs Freakke vs Wallace vs Kyle Mason
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{As "War" by Sum 41 hits, a red spotlight and red lights flash across the arena. Mike Phoenix walks out with his head dow. He then raises his head and has a devious grin on his face as he slowly starts to walk down to the ring. He then suddenly takes off running fast and slides feet first under the bottom rope. As he hits in the ring, Mike reaches the ropes and leans over them, throwing up his arms in premature victory. Phoenix is seen pacing around the ring, anxiously awaiting his opponents. }
{ 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. }
{ Miike Snow feat. Run The Jewels - "Heart Is Full RMX" blares through the PA system as Kyle Mason steps out from behind the curtains. Natasha appears behind him as he thrust his hands in the air. Natasha runs her hand on his chest before kissing him on his cheek and joining his side as he walks down to the ring. Mason hops up on the ring apron and sits on the ropes to allow Natasha in the ring. Natasha smiles at Mason as she climbs up on the ring apron and slowly bends over in front of Mason before stepping into the ring. Kyle joins her in the ring as streamers fly into the ring. Natasha gives Kyle a few words of advice before leaving the ring and Kyle leans against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin. }
Terri Morasco: Next up is match two in the elimination series to determine the number one contender to the Invictus Championship!
Vasco Dias: There’s a lot of talent on one side of that ring, Kyle Mason and Mike Phoenix are future stars here.
Terri Morasco: Freakke has been impressive.
Vasco Dias: For a clown. And Wallace didn’t even get an entrance!
{ All four men are in the ring as the referee calls for the bell. They all look to each other before Mason explodes across the ring and connects with a devastating knee to the gut of Freakke! Mike on the other hand crashes into Wallace with a clothes line! Kyle drives knee after knee after knee into the gut of Freakke the clown before turning him around and throwing him out of the ring. Kyle leaps out after Freakke as Mike grabs Wallace and tosses him hard into the turnbuckles! }
Terri Morasco: Mason is taking Freakke to the outside!
Vasco Dias: There are not count outs or disqualifications in a Fatal Four way!
Terri Morasco: Something Mason looks to be taking advantage of.
{ Phoenix rips Wallace out of the corner with a snapmare and then drives a knee intot he spine of Wallace before locking him into a rear chin lock. Mason throws Freakke hard into the steel steps. Mason lines up his shot and runs hard at Freakke but Freakke spits in the face of Kyle Mason with TASTE THE RAINBOW! Freakke is up to his feet and connects with a step up enzugiri! Mason staggers backward and Freakke charges him with a swinging neckbreaker!!! }
Terri Morasco: Freakke is once again looking impressive!
Vasco Dias: Not as impressive as Mike Phoenix who is dominating Wallace!
{ Wallace is about to fall asleep but Mike rips him up to his feet and hits two big knees to the midsection of Wallace before spinning him around and sending him shoulder first into the ring post. Mike grabs Wallace and pulls him out and then throws him into the post a second time. }
Terri Morasco: Mike Phoenix is trying to injure Wallace!
Vasco Dias: Good! Get that creep outta here!
{ Freakke looks to climb back into the ring but Mason connects with a running kick to the side of Freakke’s gut and follows it up with a big clothes line to the bac of Freakke’s head sending him face first into the apron with Sunday Bloody Sunday! }
Terri Morasco: Kyle Mason could have just given Freakke a concussion!!!
Vasco Dias: Good! Get that Freakke out of here too!
{ Mason rolls back into the ring as Mike is hauling off on Wallace with hard right hands in the corner. Mason runs in and spins Mike around and into a snap suplex! Mason is right up to his feet and hits a double stomp on the chest of Mike Phoenix! }
Terri Morasco: Kyle Mason means business tonight!
Vasco Dias: He’s looking better than ever!
{ Kyle isn’t waiting for Mike to get to his feet instead he grabs him and whips him hard into the corner of the ring and then runs in with a hard forearm shiver. Mason buries his shoulder into the gut of Phoenix and then hoists him up onto the top rope. Kyle starts to climb up there with him and then looks to pull him up into the Spike Punch but Mike fights it. Instead Mike gets the upper hand and grabs Kyle and leaps off the top with him with WINGS OF THE PHOENIX! }
Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!!
Vasco Dias: That was insane!
Terri Morasco: Phoenix out of nowhere with that!
{ Mike throws his arm over Kyle and the referee counts. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }
Terri Morasco: It’s not over yet!
Vasco Dias: I have no idea how.
{ Mike is slow to get back to his feet, that move took a lot out of him. Kyle starts to get up and Mike runs at him but Kyle grabs the top rope and Mike goes flipping over the top and to the outside! Kyle sees his opportunity and runs across the ring, he bounces off the ropes and comes back at Mike who is now standing on the outside. Kyle flies through the ropes and catches Mike with the Tokyo Drift tornado ddt!!! }
Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!!!
{ Both men are down on the outside as Wallace starts to come back to life, pushing himself up to his feet he smiles and looks around for Freakke who comes flying off the top rope and grabs him for the SMILEDRIVER!!!! }
Terri Morasco: SMILE DRIVER!!!!
Vasco Dias: WHAT THE HELL!?
{ Freakke covers Wallace as Kyle starts to get up. ONE! Kyle goes to slide into the ring but Phoenix grabs his ankle. TWO! Kyle is fighting hard but it’s too late. THREE!!!! }
Alison Valance: Wallace has been eliminated!!!
Terri Morasco: Freakke picked up a huge win here tonight and keeps himself in contention for an Invictus title shot!
Vasco Dias: Well atleast one of the nut jobs is gone…
{ Freakke celebrates as Kyle Mason looks extremely pissed on the outside. }
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SEGMENT
”The punishment of Nighthawk: Part 3.”
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{ The arena lights flicker and glow red as “Can’t Stop” by Sixx AM hits the pa. The crowd begins to boo crazily. }
Terri Morasco: Now the House of Howlett is on their way to the ring??
Vasco Dias: They’ve gone too far tonight…
Terri Morasco: For once I agree with you.
{ As the House of Howlett drag a battered and almost-unconscious Nighthawk out from the back the crowd go insane with various chants. Spike and Zasshu drag Nighthawk by his legs as Rob struts behind him side by side with Laura Howlett. Spike and Zasshu pull Nighthawk up to his feet and roll him into the ring as Rob and Laura make their way up the steps. }
Terri Morasco: Can this get any worse?
Vasco Dias: I’m guessing it can…
{ Spike and Zasshu pull out a table and slide it into the ring. Rob hoists Nighthawk up underneath his armpits as Laura looks over the damage her men have caused. Spike and Zasshu start to set up the table while Laura looks over his battered torso along with the blood that is covering his face. }
Laura Howlett: All night, people have been wondering what we were thinking. Why would we torture Nighthawk? What did he do to us? The answer to that is easy. He tried to fight. This, what we did to him, is a statement of force. We want it to be clear, CRYSTAL-CLEAR, that if we choose to, we can do this to anyone! Nighthawk made a mistake when he challenged my client, the BEST IN THE WORLD! CABLE ARCANE to a best of five series, a series he has been physically incapable to complete. And now, thanks to the House of Howlett, he will NEVER COMPETE AGAIN! This is the fate of any man foolish enough to step in our way! This is the fate of BOB POOLER! STEVE AWESOME! DRE CUTLER! Or even that silent invalid FALCON! WE ARE TH HOUSE OF HOWLETT! AND IMPERIAL WRESTLING BELONGS TO US!
{ Rob rolls Nighthawk onto the table before climbing up there with him, he looks to Howlett who drags her index finger across her throat as Rob pulls Hawk up into the Diamond Driver and then puts him head first through the table!!! }
Terri Morasco: DEAR GOD!!! NO!!!
Vasco Dias: This has gone too far… Why the hell is nobody stopping this?
Terri Morasco: I think maybe… Maybe they’re afraid of the House of Howlett…
{ Laura, Spike, Rob and Zasshu all stand over the body of Nighthawk as Cable Arcane makes his way out from the back, the Imperial Championship over his shoulder as he smiles with approval. }
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IWF SHIELDMAIDEN
SINGLES MATCH
Eva Broussard vs Paige Garcia (c)
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the IWF Shieldmaiden Championship!
{As "Apex Predator" by Otep plays, blue and gold pyro spray upward. The words Cajun Beauty (in blue and purple lettering) scroll across the Tron. Eva walks out accompanied by her husband and manager, Dean Davies.She leans forward as Dean holds the ropes open for her. She climbs through the middle rope, pausing to shake her ass before completely climbing into the ring. She stands on the turnbuckles blowing kisses to the crowd.}
Alison Valance: From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 140 pounds...EVA...BROUSSAAAAARD!
Terri Morasco: This is a huge opportunity for Eva Broussard. She was handpicked by Paige Garcia, sighting that she’s already beaten everyone else.
Vasco Dias: And she’s right Terri. Every single person who has come after that Shieldmaiden Title has been turned away with a frown on their face.
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{“Over You” by Girlicious plays throughout the arena. Seventeen seconds into the song, Paige and Sara come out to a negative reaction as they holds their hand in the air above their heads, their index fingers pointed down at themselves as they do a quick spin around before walking down to the ring, talking themselves up to all of those in attendance and everyone watching at home.}
Alison Valance: Accompanied to the ring by her sister Sara, from San Diego, California, weighing 126 pounds…PAIGE Garcia!
{The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}
Vasco Dias: Here comes the queen!
Terri Morasco: Some would say she picked this match for an easy title defense.
Vasco Dias: They can say what they want, but they’d obviously be wrong. This is an opportunity for Eva as you mentioned. It’s also the final opponent before Paige breaks the the record for longest reigning Shieldmaiden in it’s history!
{The referee holds the title high overhead as the crowd cheers. She goes to hand it to the timekeeper, only to have Sara take it away and throw it over her shoulder. The referee rings the bell and Paige and Eva circle the ring before locking up in the center of the ring with a hard Collar and Elbow Tie Up, each jockeying for position. It’s not usual for Paige to be overpowered, but it happens here as Eva uses her 16 pound weight advantage to back her into the corner. The referee goes to get the clean break but Eva pie faces Paige in the corner, leaving the Shieldmaiden shocked as she turns back to Eva who has a smile on her face.}
Terri Morasco: Eva showing a mean side to herself with some disrespect to the champion.
Vasco Dias: She’s not to be messed with, but at the same time…
{Vasco is interrupted as Paige storms out of the corner and the two lock up again, Paige using the momentum to push Eva back into the corner, letting go and slapping the taste out of her mouth before turning and posing for the crowd.}
Vasco Dias: I was going to say...neither is Paige Garcia.
Terri Morasco: I guess turnabout is fairplay.
{The crowd boos the Shieldmaiden as Eva charges out of the corner, looking for some sort of takedown but Paige sidesteps her and rolls her up from behind, only getting a two count. They get up and Eva goes for a Clothesline but Paige ducks, locking her hands around the waist of the challenger before popping her lovely hips and releasing Eva overhead with a German Suplex!}
Vasco Dias: Textbook!
Terri Morasco: It was well executed indeed.
{Paige gets up and taunts the crowd again who boo her as she grabs hold of Eva and boots her in the stomach before lifting her in the air and executing a Vertical Suplex, Eva landing hard on her back again.}
Vasco Dias: Again...perfect.
Terri Morasco: This seems to be a cakewalk for the champion after that initial shove to the face.
{Paige grabs hold of Eva again and goes for a second Vertical Suplex but Eva is able to bring her knee down on top of Paige, not once, but twice, breaking Paige’s grip, landing in front of her. Paige stumbles and then turns into Eva who kicks her in the gut and lifts her into the air before dropping straight down and dropping her on her head with a Brainbuster!}
Terri Morasco: Eva with a Brainbuster!
Vasco Dias: She’s got the leg hooked!
{As mentioned, Eva goes for the cover, but only gets a two count as Paige shows the resiliency of a champion, getting the shoulder off the mat. Eva though, doesn’t get frustrated and grabs Paige by the hair, pulling her to her feet before hitting her with some forearms, backing her into the ropes before sending her to the far side, catching Paige upon her return and twisting her through the air, nailing her in the small of the back with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Paige screams out in pain and goes to roll away, but Eva pulls her back on her back and hooks the leg again…
1!
2!!
NOOOOO!!!!
Paige just manages to get her shoulder up.}
Terri Morasco: Perhaps this match isn’t the cakewalk Paige may or may not have thought it was.
Vasco Dias: That’s not why she picked Eva. How many times do I have to tell you that Terri? That said, this has been a competitive match, and that’s because the IWF houses the best women's roster in this industry!
{Eva pulls Paige to her feet, she then kicks her in the gut and runs toward the Shieldmaiden, looking for the “Eva Destruction” Octopus Hold variation and spins around Paige, who does her best to block, stopping Eva’s legs from wrapping effectively, spinning her around again, and in the end is able to plant her on the mat with a SPINEBUSTER!}
Terri Morasco: A huge counter to the Eva Destruction by Paige!
Vasco Dias: There’s a reason she’s closing in on the longest reigning Shieldmaiden reign.
{Both women are down and crawling to the ropes for a way to their feet. They do get to their feet, and meet in the center of the ring where Eva is hit with a right hand from Paige. Eva responds with a shot of her own. The two trade blows when Eva swings wildly, Paige ducking, heading into the ropes and as Eva turns around is met with a “Keep Dreaming” Bicycle Kick!}
Vasco Dias: KEEP DREAMING!
{Paige turns and lifts Eva to her feet and quickly up onto her shoulders before turning toward the camera with a smile and dropping to her knees, hitting the “All About Me” Rack Attack! She floats over and goes for the cover…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}
Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL IWF SHIELDMAIDEN...PAIGE...GARCIAAAAA!!!
{Sara slides into the ring with the belt and the two celebrate the fact that Paige has just become the longest reigning Shieldmaiden in history. She climbs the turnbuckle and holds the title high overhead, a huge smile on her face as the IWF Open Fight Night logo appears in the corner as the show ends.}
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