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Post by Riley Gordon on Sept 20, 2016 3:21:17 GMT
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SEGMENT
“All About Ratings”
---------------------------------------------------------- {The lights go down in the arena, leaving the crowd in complete darkness for a few moments. When the heavy drumbeats of Apex Predator begin, blue lights strobe in time with each beat.As the song continues to play, “Cajun Beauty” scrawls across the tron and the crowd erupts in an overwhelmingly negative reaction. Their boos are met with a throaty laugh as Eva Broussard finally steps out on the ramp. Her long, raven locks are piled high atop her head, strategically leaving the skin-tight black micro dress unobstructed for the men in attendance. Her thigh high black leather boots accentuate her extremely long legs. Some of the boos turn into catcalls from the males in the crowd. She lifts the microphone in her hand up to her crimson lips and begins to address the audience.}Eva Broussard: From the sound of it, you men like what you see. You see, since I arrived here, you’ve been inundated with the overtly skankish likes of our Diamonds Division. I’m gonna give those ladies a little fashion tip… {She twirls around, hands over her head}Eva Broussard: ...you can still be sexy without being trashy. But then again, most of them can’t afford to shop where I do, so I guess they’ll have to be satisfied with whatever they find in the dollar bin at the Goodwill. {She gives a smirk, then blows a kiss to the crowd as she takes a few more steps down the ramp.}Eva Broussard: But, that’s not why I’m gracing you with my presence tonight...that was just a free tip from me to you ladies. The ONLY reason I’m out here is to demand the one thing you all are begging to see...I WANT A REMATCH, PAIGE! You claim to be the best, well then sweetheart, prove it. Our match was one for the ages...you know, where someone ACTUALLY gave you a fight. You didn’t steamroll over me like you have everyone else. {She taps her index finger to her lips, thinking}Eva Broussard: Which, incidentally, is why you’re the longest reigning Shieldmaiden. You haven’t had any real competition. I mean, come on, Pandora, Crystal, Fiona...the pathetic list goes on and on, and how many chances have you given each of them, hmmm? More than they deserve, as I’m sure you’ll agree. But IF you happen to hang onto that title, and just a good old fashioned regular match isn’t enough for you, then we can always make it interesting. Say, a special stipulation match like, oh I don’t know, cage match, ladder match...you know, the fun stuff. Of course, if you decide to accept, we can always sit down and decide what kind of stipulation will satisfy us both. That is, of course, depends on whether or not you’re a fighting champion….Your choice, sweetheart. I’m all about ratings, aren’t you? {With a smile, she drops the microphone and walks back up the ramp to the back as Apex Predator begins to play.}----------------------------------------------------------
MATCH
Chris King Vs Johnny Gillmen
---------------------------------------------------------- Vasco Dias: Are you ready for this Terri? Terri Morasco: You betcha Vasco, we’re kicking off tonights action with a former Invictus Champion against the student of a former Invictus Champion! Vasco Dias: That’s right Gillmen hasn’t been shy about telling the world how Jack Gaither taught him everything he knows, and on the flipside, King hasn’t exactly been quiet about wanting the Invictus Championship back from Noah Field! Terri Morasco: It’s sure to be one hell of a match, up next! {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.}Vasco Dias: He’s been what some would call a breath of fresh air since showing up in IWF Terri, but you can’t deny that this Chris King surely has some promise. Terri Morasco: The same could be said about Johnny there Vasco. Terri Morasco: Yeah, if he ever learned to shut his mouth and stop biting off more than he can chew! {Cannons shooting jets of water blast high into the air as The Offspring's "Nitro (Youth Energy)" begins to play. A lone blue spotlight appears on-stage as Johnny Gillmen steps in from behind the curtain, sporting aqua blue, olive green, and silver tights with matching boots and tassels and a T-shirt bearing the logo of his alma mater. Carrying his multi-colored surfboard with him, Johnny passes through, high-fiving fans along the way before sliding his longboard underneath the ring and hopping in to wait for his opponent.}Vasco Dias: We’re ready to kick off tonights action, LIVE! On Monday Night Sacrifice! {The bell rings and both men begin to move out of their corners, they don’t exactly shake hands, but they don’t wish death upon each other either. They rotate ever so slightly as they begin to formulate their separate plans of attack, and possible counters, almost like a game of chess. Gillmen steps forward for a lock up with King and tries to initiate a test of strength, but Chris King simply sends Johnny Gillmen sprawling backwards, forcing him to roll over and back to a knee, before turning to the crowd, extending his arms and roaring.}Vasco Dias: Is Gillmen stupid? King has a good six inches and at least seventy pounds on him! He was never going to win that fight. Terri Morasco: You can say what you like about his height and weight, but you can never measure the size of Gillmen’s heart. Vasco Dias: Jeez Terri, what is this? A Joe Everyman promo? {Back in the ring, King turns to face Gillmen and motions for him to “come on” the smaller man charges towards the big guy, and ducks underneath his wild lariat swing. He books it to the other side of the ring and hits the ropes, before coming back with a dropkick to the knee, taking King down to just the one, before he hits the ropes again and hits a harsh snap dropkick right to the face of the Kingslayer! Gillmen goes for a quick cover, but as you’d expect King kicks out before he even gets to one. Both men begin to stagger to their feet, facing opposite directions of each other, they both run into the ropes, and on the return King catches Gillmen right on the chin with a huge big boot!}Terri Morasco: Ouch! That could him knocked him out cold! Vasco Dias: Hahaha! Brute force meets a collapsable object! {King doesn’t waste any time however, as he turns and grabs Johnny dragging him to his feet. He lifts him into the scoop slam position, but Gillmen starts to knee Chris right in the head! After a few shots, Chris staggers and drops Gillmen on the mat, before Johnny sends a swift kick - like something out of a mixed martial arts contest to the right knee of Chris King causing him to lose his footing. King shouts out in pain, as Gillmen, having clearly done his scouting, targets the previously injured knee of Chris King. King roars with anger, as he zones in on Gillmen, but Johnny back pedals, and as King charges him down, he drops down pulling the ropes with him, and sending Chris King flying over the top rope, and landing hard on the bad knee on the outside.}Vasco Dias: Aww man, that didn’t look like that did anything good for Kings old injury. Terri Morasco: You have to give it to Johnny Gillmen for playing the smart game, but at what cost to Chris Kings career? {Gillmen stands in the ring and looks down at King who lays on the floor wincing. He looks to the turnbuckle, then to the crowd, and then back to Chris King. His face lights up as he heads towards the turnbuckle and begins to climb, much to the absolute delight of the crowd.}Terri Morasco: What is he….? Vasco Dias: Johnny likes to think of himself as a dreamer, and boy does he dream big! {Johnny points up to the sky as he climbs to the top rope, adjusting his feet for positioning, before he leaps from the top turnbuckle towards the outside with the HIGH TIDE SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! The crowd roar with delight as Johnny Gillmen soars through the air…..before….CHRIS KING ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! GILLMEN CRASHES AND BURNS ON THE OUTSIDE!!!}Terri Morasco: OH! MY! GOD! Vasco Dias: Jesus Christ Gillmen, you lunatic! {King had rolled away just in time, and looks, almost in horror at the car wreck that is Johnny Gillmen, who rolls in pain. He grabs him and rolls him into the ring before sliding in after him. He drags Gillmen to his feet, Johnny doesn’t seem to know where he is, as King lifts him and nails him with the KING CRUSHER!!! Chris King pins…...ONE! …..TWO! …..THREE!!! The referee calls for the bell, as “Face Everything and Rise” by Papa Roach hits the speaker. King gets to his feet, favouring his right knee, as the referee holds his hand in the air, victorious.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
Triumphant"
---------------------------------------------------------- {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 grey skirt combo.
The Ace ihas shed his corporate suit image and is instead wearing a black leather jacket with a golden Spade smbol stitched into the back of it, shades, a Motorhead -Shirt and blue jeans Jake smirks as he begins his walk down the ramp. as the crowd actually erupt in response to his return as a man who had finally triumphed definitively over Roberto Verona. }Terri Morasco: By God, would you listen to that reaction! I think this is the loudest I've ever heard an IWF crowd be for Jake Conway. Vasco Dias: Just shows how fickle they really are. Only these idiots would applaud a man being savagely beaten with a sledgehammer, thrown off a stage and through a couple of tables... Terri Morasco: That's Natural Selection Dias, besides Roberto knew the risks and in his arrogance agreed to them, so for my money he got exactly what he deserved... Vasco Dias: Wow Terri, I didn't know that you were that eager to lose your job... { 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 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, humbled by the still cheering crowd. It takes several minutes for them to calm down, as he raises the microphone to his lips.}The Ace: Wow, either you guys really missed me or you really hate Roberto Verona... {The crowd respond by erupting into a "Thank You Ace" chant. Jake grins, soaking it all in. Kathy leans across and speaks into his microphone.}Kathy Conway: I think it's a bit of both, babe.... The Ace: Of course it is, and who can blame them? They've been waiting three years for somebody to step up and really stick it to Roberto Verona, and I'd love to stand here and tell you it was part of the plan all along or that I had him fooled as part of some convoluted grand plan to shock the world, but that's neither my style nor the truth. The truth, and as the most honest man on the roster that's all you'll ever get from me, is that I never wanted it to come to this. I never wanted to beat my very best friend in this business until he literally couldn't stand, but in his unbridled arrogance, Bertie forced my hand... {The Ace pauses.}The Ace: And in so doing, he reminded me that for all his remarkable business acumen outside the ring and tremendous success inside it, Roberto Verona is still a product of an entitled generation, and an obnoxious little punk, and well, it isn't long before people like that get their piddly asses whooped by somebody like me... {The crowd cheer as the Ace chuckles.}The Ace: And now I stand here, not only as a man validated in his convictions, but also as your future Imperial Champion... {This declaration earns another cheer from the crowd.}The Ace: Now I understand there's quite a line, but I've never been one for waiting long... {The crowd explode once more, but before The Ace can go any further, he is interrupted by the all too familiar guitar riff of "Can't Stop" by Sixx AM. The crowd immediately boo as Laura Howlett, flanked by IWF Hall of Famer Spike Kane on her left, and former Invictus Champion Zasshu on her right, appears on stage.}Vasco Dias: Ace may not want to get too ahead of himself here... Terri Morasco: The audacity of the House of Howlett is unbelievable... {Laura raises the microphone to her lips, with a smirk.}Laura Howlett: Future Imperial Champion? Oh please, Mr Conway, you're not the future of the Imperial Wrestling Federation. Hell, if we were being generous we might consider you it's past, but even then you're not the kind of past that anybody cares to remember for more than a minute. You're not the kind of past that defines this business for generations to come like my client Spike Kane and you're not the kind of future that will redefine the foundations of professional wrestling like my client Zasshu.... {The crowd boo, but Laura just laughs.}Laura Howlett: Let me tell you something about the state of this business Mr Conway. Let me tell you something about its past, its present and its future, all of it is under my control. Spike Kane is IWF's history, Zasshu is IWF's future and as for IWF's present, well he is my client, the reigning Imperial Champion...CABLE ARCANE! {The trio of representatives from the House of Howlett start walking down the ramp.}Laura Howlett: So you see "Ace".... {Laura does finger quotes as she spits out his name in disgust.}Laura Howlett: There is no place here for you anymore. Not in this business, not in that ring. You are just a cheap nostalgic act, a relic of a bygone era....just like Falcon.... Just like Nighthawk... And if you don't watch your mouth you'll end up in the hospital with both of them! {More boos as Spike and Zasshu now move to surround the ring.}Vasco Dias: Well, I bet he regrets not helping Steve Awesome out a couple of weeks ago now... Terri Morasco: This could be very bad, The Ace still can't be a hundred percent after the Natural Selection, not to mention what they did to Nighthawk last week... Vasco Dias: And nobody saved him either... {The Ace tells Kathy to leave, and she reluctantly exits the ring, but cannot bring herself to leave ringside. Jake stands his ground, removing his shades as he quickly surveys the movements of the two men who slide into the ring and start striking him with fists, the numbers momentarily overwhelming the resolute Jake Conway, before he gathers enough of a bearing to start fighting back much to the delight of Kathy and the crowd.
The Ace gets a few shots in on each man sending them stumbling back, but still unable to create enough separation to escape from the tenacious pack of dogs.
Kathy uses her initiative to search under the ring for something to aid her husband, this causes Laura to run over to her and the two get into a fierce exchange of words before Kathy punctuates her argument with a hard slap to Laura's face, Laura is now irate and yells at her clients to get him.
Kathy retrieves her husband's signature rake. but before she can pass it to her husband, Rob Diamond jumps the barricade and steps directly into her path, Kathy takes a swing with it at Rob but he ducks and strikes her with a Fit Full of Democracy back fist out of nowhere and on pure instinct. Kathy stumbles backward and Rob grabs her fiercely by the neck and pulls her in for the Diamond Driver!
This catches The Ace's attention in the ring and he tries to make a direct beeline for Rob Diamond, but Spike turns Ace around into a Thunderstruck, spinning right around into Zasshu's Buenas Noches spin kick to the head. Ace crumples to the canvas as Rob Diamond joins his stable mates in the ring, and they stand triumphant over the fallen body of Jake Conway, soaking in the boos as Laura applauds their efforts.}Terri Morasco: For how many more weeks are we going to be subject to this level of brutality from the House of Howlett!? Vasco Dias: At least this time it's only a warning shot for Jake Conway, Nighthawk got the worst of their wrath last week. Terri Morasco: Somebody needs to step up against these thugs... ----------------------------------------------------------
IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP ELIMINATION
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
Freakke vs Mike Phoenix vs Kyle Mason
---------------------------------------------------------- {With Mike Phoenix thrown through the glass of a popcorn vending counter by Kyle Mason, the latter is oblivious as Freakke is up on the counter at a concession stand. Mason turns and Freakke leaps off with a Tornado DDT ON THE FLOOR!}Terri Morasco: A SMILEDRIVER ON THE FLOOR! Vasco Dias: He’s a weird dude, but that was a well timed, great move. {Freakke covers Mason and the referee slaps the ground…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings back in the arena.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...THE FREAKKE!! {Freakke celebrates his win as his two opponents are laid out, Mason on the ground, now eliminated from this series, and Mike Phoenix, slowly falling out of the popcorn machine, a cut in his forehead as we go back to Freakke stumbling away as we cut to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”The slap heard ‘round the world.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { "A Cut Above" queues up in the sold out arena and within seconds the crowd is on their feet with deafening boos. Then out steps the reigning Invictus Champion, Noah Field, to farther draw the hate of the crowd. With the belt resting snugly over his shoulder, Noah is wearing his "True Future" t-shirt in jest of Zasshu. With his bodyguard, Mark Mercer, and his part time tag team partner, Jace Styles both at his side, Noah struts to the ring, mocking the fans the entire time trying to draw more reaction. }Terri Morasco: What the hell is he doing here? Vasco Dias: He’s the Invictus Champion, he can do whatever he wants!? Terri Morasco: I don’t think that’s how it works! Vasco Dias: What do you know!? { Once he's reached the ring, he pulls a microphone from his back pocket and turns to address the crowd, waiting for them to quiet down. Once he has his opening, he flashes that famous smirk of his, flips his hair in a taunting gesture, and then starts to speak. }Noah Field: As I should be, your Invictus Champion has been the subject of match talk the last seven days. Twitter, facebook, the dirt sheets, reputed sports sites. Now while that's nothing new, after all, I am Noah Field, the things that they have been saying, well, quite frankly they are hurtful. I've drawn harsh criticism because I refuse to associate with criminals and want to protect myself through legal channels against someone like Zasshu. Now this criticism against me, it is what it is. I'll mark it up for jealousy, no matter how hurtful it may very well be. However... { Noah lowers the mic and paces a few steps before looking back up at the crowd. }Noah Field: However, what I do take offense to is to is what many of you have called "the slap heard around the world". Laura laid hands on my Morgan. MY FIANCE!!! And here's where I've backed myself into a corner, because I can do nothing about it, because if I come within a 100 yards of Zasshu the restraining order is null and void. Since I can't do anything about it myself, that's what I have these two for. { Noah points to Mercer and Styles. }Noah Field: So here's what we're gonna do. Zasshu is going to come out here and get his ass kicked by these two in an anything goes handicap match. Now I know, I know, he has no reason to subject himself to this, and a criminal such as himself will do all he can to avoid justice but I'll make him an offer he can't refuse. If he can scrounge up the fortitude to come down here and fight this match, and IF by some miracle he does manage to win, then I'll not only lift the restraining order, but I'll add him to the ladder match at Extreme Endurance for my Invictus Championship... { Before Noah can finish his thought he's interrupted as "Villainy Thrives" plays, only in place of Zasshu is his manager, Laura Howlett, who is also met with thunderous boos. With a microphone already in hand, the leggy blonde looks down at Noah and clicks her tongue. }Laura Howlett: So let me make sure I have this straight. If my client can beat your two hired goons in a no rules handicap match you'll remove this ridiculous restraining order and give him another shot at that belt next week. Noah Field: That about sums it up. Laura Howlett: Then what are you waiting for? { Noah gives her a blank look. Laura shakes her head in disbelief. }Laura Howlett: Do you think we're stupid? He comes near that ring, he's in violation of this protection order...so....leave! { Noah glares down at Laura for a long moment. Then he slips from the ring and walks toward the barrier separating the crowd from the ring. He says something to security standing at ringside, then he hops the barrier and is escorted through the crowd. }Terri Morasco: I don’t believe this!? Vasco Dias: This is what we call justice! Terri Morasco: Weren’t you just supporting Noah Field? Vasco Dias: That was until the greatest Invictus Champion we have ever had was about to come to the ring! Terri Morasco: You’re an enigma wrapped in a mental disorder. ----------------------------------------------------------
NO DQ HANDI CAP MATCH
If Zasshu wins he gets added to the Invictus Championship Ladder Match at Extreme Endurance
Zasshu vs Jace Styles and Mark Mercer
---------------------------------------------------------- { As soon as Noah is gone, Zasshu comes sprinting down the ring. He hops to the apron and springboards over the ropes and levels Mercer with a flying forearm. Styles kicks at Zasshu from behind, but Zasshu ducks beneath, gives a kick to the shin then follows it up with hurricanrana just as a referee is finally arriving at ringside, calling for the bell. }Vasco Dias: Zasshu is right on the attack! Terri Morasco: He wants another shot at what he feels is his championship. Vasco Dias: It is his! { Zasshu turns back to Mercer and unloads a flurry of kicks, backing him into the corner. Then he grabs him by the head and nails him with a tornado DDT, spiking Field's bodyguard headfirst into the canvas. Zasshu goes for the cover. ...1 ...2 ..Styles breaks up the pin. }Vasco Dias: As good as he is Zasshu is going to need eyes in the back of his head! Terri Morasco: He better grow them quick because he’s got more than just Noah’s “friends” gunning for him! { Now it's Jace's turn. He hits a roundhouse kick to the head, and then another, and then a third. Then Jace hits the ropes, whips back at Zasshu and hits him with a back elbow. }Terri Morasco: They’ve got Zasshu on the ropes! Vasco Dias: This match is completely unfair to the future legend! Terri Morasco: This is what he has to do if he wants one more shot at the Invictus Championship! { Styles lifts Zasshu up from the mat, but Zasshu grabs him by the head and drops to his backside, jolting Styles with a jawbreaker. But before he can follow it up Mercer nails him from behind with a powerful lariat, dropping Zasshu. }Terri Morasco: The double team coming into play! Vasco Dias: The referee needs to get this under control! Terri Morasco: Unfortunately they’re fighting within the rules! { Zasshu is a little slow to get up this time, but when he does Mercer is on him, lifting him up and then taking two steps before dropping him hard with a side slam. Mercer then goes to the ropes, but as he hits it, Laura grabs his foot from the outside, slowing him down. Mercer turns to mouth lock eyes with Laura, then as he turns back to Zasshu he's met with a dropkick, Mercer tumbling over the top rope to the outside. }Vasco Dias: That’s what I’m talking about! Zasshu with stunning offense! Terri Morasco: With help from Laura… { Zasshu turns around, but as he does caught with a forearm to the jaw, followed by snap suplex. As soon as Zasshu hits the ground Styles unloads a barrage of kicks on the former Invictus Champion. Then he hits he pulls Zasshu to a base, grabs him by the head, and puts him face first into the mat with a bulldogging headlock. Then Styles climbs to the middle rope, and leaps off with a flipping leg drop. }Terri Morasco: Jace Styles is looking incredible tonight! Vasco Dias: He caught Zasshu off guard, that man is the future of our business! Terri Morasco: Not according to Noah. Vasco Dias: Why can’t they both be!? { With Zasshu down on the canvas, Styles goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. Just as he's about to fly Laura climbs to the apron and pulls down to the top rope and watches as Styles falls, racking himself. }Vasco Dias: That’s what I’m talking about! Terri Morasco: Zasshu getting bailed out by Laura again? Vasco Dias: He needs to even the odds somehow! { This gives Zasshu an opening as he slowly gets to his feet and moves toward the corner. Before the masked man can do anything, Mercer comes rushing in behind him with a chair in hand, tired of playing games. He swings the chair violently, but at the last possible moment Zasshu ducks and the chair instead hits Jace Styles on the crown as the lightweight tumbles off the top rope and falls to the outside in a heap. }Vasco Dias: OH!!! Terri Morasco: A miss cue from Mercer… Vasco Dias: That’s going to hurt tomorrow! { Mercer, shocked at first, collects himself. He turns with the chair still in hand but he's met with a spin kick to the head, driving the chair into his skull and breaking him open. Some how he still stands and Laura screams at Zasshu who fires off the Buenos Nochos Kick! }Vasco Dias: GOODNIGHT KICK!!!!! { Still not completely satisfied, and wanting to send a message to Noah, Zasshu pulls the now deadweight of Mark Mercer to his feet. He whips him into the corner. Mercer hits hard and staggers out and when he does Zasshu hits him with another Buenos Nochos Kick! }Vasco Dias: And two for the price of one! Terri Morasco: Mercer has to be out! { Zasshu drops to cover Mercer, hooking the leg. The official counts. ...1 ...2 ...3!!! }Vasco Dias: Zasshu has done it! He’s overcome the odds and now he’s a part of the Invictus Championship Lapper Match at Extreme Endurance!!! Terri Morasco: Noah Field cannot be happy about this! Vasco Dias: It’s going to be a clash of the greatest Invictus Champions we’ve ever had… And Chris King! { Zasshu is up with his arms raised as Laura struts across the ring to the main camera and screams into it “DO YOU SEE NOAH! THIS THE ONLY FUTURE YOU HAVE!!!” }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Consequences.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { Laura Howlett walks down the hall on her cell phone. She was listening to whoever was on the other end when she noticed a few fans in Rob Diamond and House of Howlett t-shirts, but drawn over the front in black marker were things like the word “sucks” or genitalia of both genders, and “wiener mouth, and other various inappropriate things.
Laura rolls her eyes at the ungrateful fans ruining a perfectly good shirt, at least she still got their money she thought to herself with a smirk. But then she notices even more fans coming through the hall with defaced Rob Diamond and HOH merchandise. This seemed like more than a couple stupid fans. }Laura Howlett: Listen, I will call you back. { She hangs up the phone and confronts a few fans as they walk by. }Laura Howlett: Where did you get those t-shirts? { One of the fans grinned and pointed down the hall where everyone was coming from. }Fan: Back there. At the merchandise stand. Steve Awesome is handing them all out for free. Laura Howlett: HE'S WHAT!? { Laura immediately storms down the hall in the direction the fan pointed and she immediately spots Steve Awesome behind the merchandise table, currently rubbing House of Howlett shirt with her face on it right on his butt and then hands it to a fan who then thanks him. The fan goes to hand him money for the shirt but he declines and tells them to keep it. Laura rushes up and rips the shirt out of the fans hands. }Laura Howlett: What in the hell is going on here? { Steve Awesome looks up at the clearly angry Laura Howlett and flashes that cocky grin of his. }Steve Awesome: Well, I'm handling the merchandise booth like you told me to boss. Laura Howlett: You have to accept money for the shirts! That is the whole point! Steve Awesome: Yeah but I drew penises and vaginas all over them. You can't expect people to wanna pay money for that. The one you are holding, I rubbed on my butt. { Laura remembers that and immediately drops it back on the table. }Laura Howlett: You insufferable idiot do you want to end up like Nighthawk!?? Because if you do I want you to know that is an extremely bad idea! { Steve Awesome stands up from his chair. He felt like he should always be standing when somebody was about to threaten him. }Steve Awesome: What are you gonna do about it? Huh? You going to fire me? { She laughs and shakes her head. }Laura Howlett: I'm not going to fire you and let you off the hook so easily? Steve Awesome: So you’re just going to have me physically and publicly destroyed in some dusty room like you had done to Nighthawk!? { She laughs even more. }Laura Howlett: Even worse.....let me remind you Steven, that the contract that you signed, that I currently own, will eventually expire. I have no doubt that when that happens you won’t resign and at that day you will be a free man. { Laura steps forward and gets into Steve's face and she calmly removes his sunglasses from his face. So that she could look him in the eyes. }Laura Howlett: But let me also remind you about the fact that the contract you signed, that I currently own, has a strict zero tolerance policy. That means that if you don't play ball Steve, I can take you to court and make it so that you owe an awful lot of money. Money that will take you an awful long time paying back, money that you will earn by working for me. { Steve Awesome knew he was trumped at this moment. All he could do was glare at her. }Laura Howlett: So you want to wrestle so bad, lucky you, I have an idea, next week at Extreme Endurance. Live on pay per view. You will be going one...on.....two… Against the Redneck Renegades. In a handicap match! { Steve shrugs his shoulders. }Steve Awesome: That's it? You’re putting me in a match against two redneck kids that JFK hangs out with so he can seem like he has street cred? No problem. Laura Howlett: Since you mentioned it last week during open fight night, you'll also have one arm tied behind your back. Anything else you want to add Steve? { Awesome's ego deflates a bit and he shakes his head. }Laura Howlett: Good boy. { She places the sunglasses in his hand and pats him on the head and walks off. }----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Clean slate.”
---------------------------------------------------------- { The cameras go live backstage where Willy Carter stands shoulder to shoulder with Bob Pooler. }Willy Carter: Bob, I gotta say … { Pooler cuts him off. }Bob Pooler: Willy, it doesn’t look like I’m going to have a chance to go out there and talk to the fans personally so, please, if we’re going to do this; let’s do it the right way! { He pulls his cell phone out of his back pocket and taps on the screen before handing it to Willy and backing out of the camera shot. Carter stands there for a second looking confused before “Elysium” begins to play from the iPhone and Pooler steps back into the shot with the same grandeur as though stepping out onto the stage. Carter sighs and hands him back his phone before trying to continue. }Willy Carter: We good now? { Pooler nods back at him, a large smile plastered on his face. }Willy Carter: Well, like I was saying before – I’m back stage with a man who is set to take on the reigning Man-of-Steel champion, James Franklin Karn as well as former champion Ryan Shane … and a man who you’ve been battling back and forth with for weeks, Spike Kane. Bob, I gotta say, this match doesn’t exactly look like its stacked in your favor here; what’s on your mind? { Pooler stops and scratches at the stubble of his beard before wrapping his hand around Willy’s and pulling the microphone closer to himself. }Bob Pooler: First off, Willy – it’s damn good to be here tonight at the Mack! It’s been too long since I was here and I gotta tell ya, Willy; these fans are some of the best! Now, to answer your question … { He pauses, his mouth open, before sheepishly looking back at Carter. }Bob Pooler: What was it again? { Carter looks mildly exasperated. }Willy Carter: What are you thoughts heading into this four-way match at Extreme Endurance?
Bob Pooler: You know, I’m glad you asked that Willy, { Carter shakes his head, unbeknownst to Pooler. }
Bob Pooler: When I heard that I’d been thrown into the mix for the Man-of-Steel title I gotta say I was a little shocked. Willy Carter: Is this because realized you don’t belong there? { Pooler casts Willy a sideways glance as he continues. }Bob Pooler: Be nice, Willy, or I’m gonna feed you to one of the Rednecks; I hear they take Deliverance mighty seriously if ya catchin’ ma drift – { Carter swallows hard as Pooler smirks. }Bob Pooler: I was shocked because I’d have been more than happy to just face off against my buddy Spike at Extreme Endurance solo; you know, like we were supposed to weeks ago. That’s the thing I’m noticing here though Willy. Spike and the rest of his cronies don’t like to hold up their ends of bargains. Hell, d’you see what they did to Nighthawk last week? The hell kind of messed up crap is this? I don’t know if this is something that Verona is just ignoring on purpose or maybe IWF security is sadder than I thought. Willy Carter: So you’re saying that you don’t agree with what happened to Nighthawk last week? { Pooler just shakes his head while looking at Carter. }Bob Pooler: You trying to tell me that you, Willy, saw nothing wrong with a man being abducted, hung from the ceiling like cattle and beaten until he was unconscious? That’s cold, man – and racist { Willy opens his mouth to reply but Pooler shuts him down. }
Bob Pooler: No, the fact of the matter is that the House that Ms. Howlett built has been running things for quite some time and it looks like everybody is just to afraid to say, or do, anything about it. Willy Carter: Do you plan on doing anything about them? Bob Pooler: You know I could do this without you, just … just go stand over there. { Pooler motions off camera and Willy releases the microphone and sulks off camera. }Bob Pooler: The House of Howlett is nothing new to IWF; they’ve always been here, we just knew them as the Empire … Ragnarok … the Age of X … Body Count. Same story, varying memberships. They aren’t the first and I’m sure they won’t be the last; but there’s no way that one person can stand up to them – and he’d be an idiot to try. Do I think that Karn and his little KIWA group are the answer? Well, I was given a little offer last week so let me go on record as saying … { Carter bursts back into the shot. }Willy Carter: Are you joining KIWA? { Pooler doesn’t say a word, he just points back off screen as Willy, again, sulks away. }Bob Pooler: You don’t even know what he offered me, Willy – but I can sure as hell tell you it wasn’t a better locker room. I’m going to think over the offer James, but I’ll let you know my answer soon enough. And Spike, I’m done with the cat and mouse games. Next week, next week I'm going to give you the opportunity to get it all out of your system. I screwed up, messed you over and walked away – that’s not what a friend does. So I’m giving you something you probably never thought you’d get - me. You want to punch me in the face? I’ve got it coming. You want to beat me senseless? I’ve earned it. You want even this score once and for all? I won't raise a hand to stop you. I messed up big time, and I know that a simple apology won’t suffice for you; so hit me until I’m forgiven; because when we meet at Extreme Endurance, Spike, I want this slate clean. { He holds the microphone up and places his iPhone over the top, playing his entrance music once more before tossing the mic off camera and walking away. }----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
T.K. & Remy Smiles vs The Redneck Renegades
---------------------------------------------------------- {Chris had the head of steam going, but one swift Big Boot from Remy takes him out. Remy gets to his feet and no look boots the other Renegade off the apron and into the table at ringside, face first. T.K. yells at Remy to tag him in and Remy does so. T.K. climbs to the top rope and leaps off with the Double Stomp he calls the “No Laughing Matter”. He crawls into the cover…
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The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners...the team of Remy and T.K. SMILES! ---------------------------------------------------------- SINGLES MATCHDerek Brooks vs Noah Field ---------------------------------------------------------- {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! Terri Morasco: And here comes our first competitor! Vasco Dias: Please. Noah told us this week how many times he's been in the ring this year. He's a part-timer at best, and a footnote at worst. {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.}Vasco Dias: I can't wait for our Saviour to come out! Terri Morasco: Do you even have an ounce of journalistic integrity in you? Vasco Dias: Do I even care? I'm just glad it's not that indy puke he's facing again! {The lights go black and then the arena is suddenly bathed in gold tinted light. A voice over hits the public address system. “The Crown Prince, The Saviour”. Then as the opening riffs of “A Cut Above” queues up the words “Adidas Presents: Noah Field” flash across the screen. A loud explosion goes off as "A Cut Above" queues up. Noah Field steps into the arena with a smirk on his face and Morgan Kennedy at his side. Liz Marsh, Noah's personal interviewer and ring announcer, can be seen standing off to the side waiting to introduce Noah.}Liz Marsh: Coming to the ring, standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at an impressively perfect 224 pounds. Hailing from Los Angeles, California. He's The Crown Prince, The Saviour, The One True Champion, the Marvel of Perfection. He's the only undefeated wrestler in IWF and your greatest Invictus Champion to ever hold the belt, he is...NOAH FIELD!!! {Together Noah and Morgan make their way toward the ring while being poured down by the boos of the crowd. As they come to ringside Noah pauses, flips his hair back, making sure it's perfection. Then he climbs up on the apron goes to the turnbuckle where he scales it, holding the Invictus Championship high for all to see. Noah opens up his gold and green hooded cloak/jacket to show his bare stomach and chest and starts 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.}Terri Morasco: He's just so cocky. I can barely stand it. Vasco Dias: How can you not like looking at him? He's perfection! Terri Morasco: Got a crush, Vasco? Vasco Dias: I’m a happily married man, Terri. Thank you for asking. {The referee takes Noah's belt and then sets it on the apron. He checks both competitors and then calls for the bell to start the match. Field and Brooks circle one another, each man measuring up the other. Then Brooks holds up his hands, calling for a tie up. Noah moves in for a tie up, and within a matter of seconds Brooks has taken control and backed Noah up into the corner. Field his torso through the top and middle rope, forcing the referee to separate the two of them.}{Noah then stars to circle Brooks again, eyeing him up. Again, Brooks holds his hands up calling for a tie up. Noah moves in close to Derek, holds his hands up, but then just before they lock up he steps away and shakes his head. Then he moves in again, this time Brooks ties him before he can back away and quickly takes control of the tie up. It's not long before Derek has hit him with a hiptoss and transitioned it into a side sleeper hold. Then he moves from this into a whip, sending Noah crashing into the ropes. When Noah comes back he's met with a clothesline, sending him flipping to the mat.}Terri Morasco: Derek Brooks exuding his pure strength against the Invictus Champion! Vasco Dias: So what? The indy puke was stronger than him, too, but that doesn't change a thing. {Noah rolls out of the ring and under the bottom rope, holding the back of his neck. He walks over to Morgan and bends over, the two of them talking. Meanwhile back in the ring Brooks plays to the crowd, getting them firmly behind him while never taking his eyes off of Noah. He holds his hands up and waves in the reigning Invictus Champion. Just as the referee gets to seven, Noah rolls on to the apron. Brooks moves at him ready to pounce, but Noah rolls back out just as quickly, starting the count all over.}Terri Morasco: He's chickening out! Our Invictus Champion is chickening out! Vasco Dias: He's playing it smart. What does Noah Field have to gain in this fight? {Brooks has had enough; he slips out of the ring and takes chase. Noah runs from Brooks, finally sliding into the ring. Derek rolls in behind him, but when he does he's met with repeated boots by Noah, slamming the face of Brooks into the mat. Brooks manages to fight his way to his feet, but when he does Noah hits him with a snap DDT.}Vasco Dias: See? Playing it smart. {Derek gets back up, but when he does he's met with a chop block by Noah and he crumbles to the mat. Then Noah places his foot on the bottom rope and starts to kick the knee over and over again, working on the right knee that he chop blocked. The referee finally has him back away, but Noah pushes him aside and moves right back at Brooks, who is now on his feet. Field gives him an eye rake and then follows it up with a facebreaker DDT.}Terri Morasco: What a despicable act! Vasco Dias: What the ref doesn't see... {Noah moves quickly back down to the right knee, grabbing the leg and wrapping it with a knee lock. Field pulls back on the knee, adding as much torque as possible as Brooks groans in pain. He reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, breaking the hold, but Noah holds on until just mere millisecond until he's DQ'd.}Vasco Dias: You see what he's doing here? Our brilliant Invictus champion is taking away Derek Brooks' legs from him! Terri Morasco: It's dirty pool. {Noah steps back and lets Brooks get to his feet. Brooks takes two steps toward Noah, but then staggers on the knee, That's when he's caught with another chop block to the right knee, bucking to the ground. Field then slips out of the ring and grabs the leg of Brooks, dragging him over to the corner from the outside. Then he swings the leg hard and smashes the right knee against the corner turnbuckle. Then Field grabs it and does it again, and again until he's on the verge of being counted out. Then the Crown Prince rolls in the ring, breaks the count, and then rolls back out of the ring. He grabs the leg and starts to slam it again, but this time Brooks jerks the leg up and Field smashes his head against the steel of the turnbuckle.}Vasco Dias: Not the face! Terri Morasco: The concern on your face, for his face, is... disturbing. Vasco Dias: Shut up, Terri. {With Noah in a daze, Brooks slips out of the ring, hobbling on one leg, he grabs Noah and slams his head into the turnbuckle again. Then he starts to unload lefts and rights, backing Noah up against the barrier. Then Derek grabs him by the head and slams him face first against the barrier, following it up with a clothesline, taking Noah down to the ground.}Terri Morasco: Derek Brooks has brought the fight to Noah Field on the outside! Vasco Dias: But you can't win on the outside. {Brooks hobbles on his left leg to the ring, rolls in breaking the count, and then rolls back out of the ring. He stalks to Noah, lifts him up, and then spins and smashes him against the corner of the apron with a spinebuster, then rolls him into the ring. Brooks hobbles over to Noah, who is holding his back from the vicious spinebuster. He pulls Noah to his feet, tucks his head, and then drops him with a piledriver. He hooks the leg and makes the pin attempt. ...1 ...2 ..Noah gets his foot on the bottom rope.}Vasco Dias: That was close. Terri Morasco: Great ring awareness by the champion, if I do say so myself. Vasco Dias: My God... was that a compliment I heard? Terri Morasco: I call it like I see it. {Derek rolls away from Noah and hobbles to the corner, leaning against it to take the weight off his leg Noah had been working over. When Noah finally staggers to his feet, Brooks climbs to the middle rope and then leaps off with a clothesline, sending Noah flying heels over head as he lands on the mat. Then Brooks lifts Noah up and pushes him toward the corner. He limps in behind him and slaps Noah in the mouth as the crowd roars in approval. Then he grabs the middle rope and starts to hit repeated shoulder thrusts with such force it's lifting Noah off of his feet. Then he takes a step back and catches Noah as he falls forward, and spikes him with a DDT of his own. Brooks plays to the crowd as he waits for Noah to get to his feet. When he does Derek moves in on him again, this time this time he hooks Noah, lifts him up and then drops him on back first against the knee with Happenstance.}Terri Morasco: This could be it for Noah Field! Vasco Dias: Please, God, not now... {Brooks goes for the pin. ....1 ....2 ....Noah kicks out.}Vasco Dias: I can't believe what I'm seeing; Derek Brooks has our champion on the ropes? Terri Morasco: Losing faith? Vasco Dias: NEVER. {Derek rolls off of Noah and then slaps him as he lays, taunting his opponent. He grabs a handful of Noah's hair, lifts him off the mat, and then hooks his arm for a brainbuster, but that's when the knee buckles on him. Noah then sees the opening and drops him with a spike DDT out of desperation.}{Noah pulls himself up using the ropes, holding his lower back. He pulls the referee to the side and starts to complain about back pain, pointing to the spot where he took the spinebuster on the apron. Meanwhile Brooks has crawled to the opposite side of the ring. He pulls himself up as well using the ropes. With the referee distracted, Morgan climbs up on the apron. Just as Derek notices and turns to look at her, Morgan clocks him in the face with the title belt before slipping off the apron and acting innocent.}Terri Morasco: There we go again! That conniving sister of his gets involved! Vasco Dias: Did the ref see it? No? Then it's nothing. {Knowing the deed has been done, Noah drops his discussion with the official and stalks over to Brooks. He grabs him by the head and lifts him up off the mat. He hooks both arms, then spikes him face first with a double underhook facebuster.}Vasco Dias: FIELD ENVY! How glorious! Terri Morasco: Out of nowhere, it looks like Noah Field may steal another win! {Noah rolls him over and hooks the leg as the referee counts. ...1 ...2 ...3!!}Vasco Dias: And the champ is now 6-0! Terri Morasco: But he's not undefeated! He lost to-- Vasco Dias: He said it doesn't count; it doesn't count. {The referee calls for the bell. Noah rolls off his opponent while Morgan climbs into the ring with his belt. Noah goes to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, mouthing the crowd as he holds up his fingers to show he's now 6-0. As "A Cut Above" starts to play he hops down off the corner turnbuckle and takes his belt. He looks at his own reflection and then kisses the plate on the belt before holding it up for the crowd to see.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
"Darker Days Remain"
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{After a brief commercial promoting Paige Garcia going into Extreme Endurance as the longest reigning Shieldmaiden in IWF history against all the odds,the chilling sound of an unhinged feminine laugh fills the arena as the crowd's attention is drawn to the Imperitron.
The lights flicker before darkness quickly falls and the crowd cheer as they watch plumes of purple smoke demand their attention. It takes several moments for it to clear and we realise that we are slowly wandering through a cemetary on this night.
The only sounds which accompanies us after the laughter fades are the crickets chirping and dead leaves being crushed underfoot with each of our steps.}
Vasco Dias: What the hell is going on?
Terri Morasco: Rumours have been running rampant all week about who will face Eternity this Sunday at Extreme Endurance. We were promised an answer to that very question here tonight and I guess the longest reigning Diamonds world Champion in history is just as curious about her next challenge as we all are.
Vasco Dias No kidding, I mean who is left? She's already beaten both this year's Iron Maiden, Fiona McFly and this year's Heiress to the Throne, Sarah Jade Wilson, the only Diamond to have done so during the course of a single reign.
{The first grave we stop at has a young raven haired girl in a white dress mourning. Her head bowed and a white rose in her hand. The headstone reads:
JESSICA REED
161 DAYS
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
As we wander further, we catch sight of a second headstone, this one being watched by a young brunette girl in a white dress with a white posie in her hand:
ANA VALENTINE-JONES
161 DAYS
BELOVED WIFE & MOTHER
Wandering further still, we happen upon the most painful memory of a life tragically cut short. The grave is tended by a young blonde girl in a whie dress with a white lily in her hand:
ALEXIS CAFFREY
154 DAYS
TAKEN FROM US
Further along and deeper into the night, we come across an unmarked headstone and a freshly dug grave, it is here we stop, lest we tempt fate and fall on prematurely. We fall to our knees and scoop up a handful from the mound of dirt beside the hole before the camera swings wildly and erratically around showing us the face of the one who guides us all through this life.}
Eternity: Some chase destiny, others live a dream, and a few are driven by desire. In the end, nothing matters. Not the desire, not the dream and certainly not the destiny they all chase. All end here. All end up here. All end up down there. In a hole without a whole, covered in the very dirt they swore never to be condemned or committed to. Just as I was. Just as I am. Just as I will be one day...
{An uncomfortable silence, tinged with a bitter regret follows.
Her next words are whispered to the wind.}
Eternity: But not today...
{She smiles.}
Eternity: Tomorrow is never guaranteed for us, but maybe it will be brighter. we hope it will, we need it to be. As dark as the days have been, they cannot last forever...and yet here we are still. Still like the night, in which a single thought lingers, unchallenged. For all the dark days we have endured, darker days remain, still. Still like the night and the dead which lay here, so fondly remembered by the few who care. And so we live, still waiting for the day. A day when we too will lie here, a warm memory in the hearts of the few that will remember how great we were, are and will forever be, having left this world a better place...
{Our view is tuned one more to the fresh grave in our future, we linger on it for a moment until suddenly the PA system’s erupt and “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to play. A few second pass before a chorus of boos ring out as IWF COO Roberto Verona emerges, complete in a fine Italian suit with the Imperial championship he refused to relinquish draped over his shoulder. He strolls around for a moment, a microphone in his hand, as his music begins to die down. }
Terri Morasco: What is he doing here? We’ve not seen Verona since his extremely violent match with Jake Conway.
Vasco Dias: Thank God he is back, the idiocy of so many of his roster made me want to go to sleep.
Roberto Verona: You have quite a way with words, Eternity, so much so it almost feels as if it is inappropriate of me to stand out here this evening and interrupt your oratory. Alas, my presence is inevitable… you know something about inevitability right? The passing of time, the ebb and flow of the tide, the rise of champions…
{ Verona looks down the ramp whilst readjusting the title on his shoulder. }
Roberto Verona: And their fall. Which… coincidently brings me to you, I know that you may be eternal but I am going to cut right to the chase. Despite the fact that I never lost this Imperial Championship and am still the rightful Imperial Champion, the records books still record a number. Several digits which mark the “official” end of my reign, which I do not recognise, yet… I do recognise something else. Just how rapidly you’re closing in on my records, like an irresistible force preparing to eclipse me… and this troubles me.
{ The crowd boo. }
Roberto Verona: Not for the reason these idiots may assume, I don’t set records just for my own satisfaction, I set them to motivate people. And here you are, on the cusp of greatness…. Yet, my esteemed employees haven’t set you an appropriate hurdle, one last mountain to climb to truly earn the accomplishment, to truly justify your immortality. Yet, you’re in luck, because I have no intention of letting such a moment go unnoticed.
{ Verona pauses briefly. }
Roberto Verona: I have watched you for years, I’ve always been impressed and now you’re finally justifying that faith… at Extreme Endurance I will give you the opportunity to prove you truly are an “Eternal” champion. I wracked by brain, for weeks, wondering just exactly who would be appropriate to face you and I must admit it was a difficult decision to make… so I decided, why make one at all? You’re all set to take a final step to define this division… so why not prove yourself worthy… to the entire division.
Terri Morasco: Wait… what does he mean?
Vasco Dias: Oh this is going to be good!
Roberto Verona: At Extreme Endurance, Eternity, you will defend that IWF Diamond’s Championship against not one, not two, not three… but every single woman who wants to prove that they can beat the immovable object. This is an open invitation to the entire Diamond’s roster, the men have their Roulette, but now you will have your very own chance to stake your claims. You think you can take down Eternity? Prove it. Become immortal, or watch as she does so in your stead. This is your chance to become the defining face of the Diamond’s division, or to exist in her shadow. The time for talking is over, the time to see who has what it takes is this Sunday. Either you walk out champion, or Eternity walks out, deservedly, the longest reigning singles champion in company history.
{ Verona looks down at Eternity. }
Roberto Verona: I am giving you all the dolls you could ever dream of playing with, it’s time to show the world that play time is over.
{ Verona drops his mic as his music hits again as he looks down at Eternity who smiles back at him, grinning from ear to ear as we linger on this shot for a moment before cutting to a commercial break. } ---------------------------------------------------------- DIAMONDS TAG TEAM MATCHPandora Freeman & Fiona McFly vs Crystal Millar & Sara Garcia ---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall and is a Diamonds Tag Team Match… {The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glow sticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out slams Pandora, light up like a christmas tree by UV, as light slwoly bleed back to the area Panodora dances down to the ring, with easily 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 her head while leaving her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music as she encourages the crowd to move with her.}Alison Valance: From Hope, Michigan, weighing in at 160 pounds...PANDOOOORA FREEEEMAN!!! Terri Morasco: This should be quite the interesting match Vasco. The three contenders for the Shieldmaiden Championship, two on the same team, the other teaming with the sister of the champion Sara Garcia. Vasco Dias: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. All of these women have a motive here...who will come out on top? Alison Valance: And now, for her tag team partner… {"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.}Alison Valance: From Arlington, Texas, FIONA...MCFLY!!! Terri Morasco: Fiona started the whole thing, complaining of injustice after her match with Paige Garcia at Legacy. Vasco Dias: She can complain all she wants. The bottom line is she lost, and now she’s getting yet another shot this Sunday at Extreme Endurance. Alison Valance: And now, for their opponents… {5
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I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol.}Alison Valance: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 115 pounds, “The Silver Screen Queen”...CRYSTAL…MILLAR!!! {Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: There’s sure to be animosity between these two as Crystal has been the one getting the best of Sara Garcia lately. Vasco Dias: She has, and there’s been a mean streak in Crystal that can’t seem to be beat as of late...we’ll find out, won’t we? Alison Valance: And her partner… {“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 the longest reigning IWF Shieldmaiden in IWF history, Paige Garcia, from San Diego, California, weighing 135 pounds…SARA Garcia! {The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}Terri Morasco: And here comes Sara Garcia! Vasco Dias: What’s this? {Paige gives her sister a few more words of encouragement before jumping down and heading over to the announce table.}Terri Morasco: We’re being joined by the IWF Shieldmaiden herself, Paige Garcia. Vasco Dias: Welcome champ! Paige Garcia: Hello boys. {The bell rings and we start out with Crystal versus Pandora in the center of the ring, tying up, fighting for position with Pandora using her weight advantage to get the opportunity to lock in a Headlock. Crystal fights, backing Pan into the ropes before sending her across the ring into the ropes. Pan comes back but Crystal charges, ducking a clothesline while Springboarding off of the ropes, connecting with a Springboard Tornado DDT as Pandora turns around. Crystal is too her feet as Fiona reaches out for a tag, Crystal pie faces her off the apron.}Terri Morasco: A cheap shot by Crystal Millar! Paige Garcia: That’s what she’s good at...being cheap. Vasco Dias: Wow...low blow? Paige Garcia: Not at all, I just call it like it is. {Crystal taunts the crowd who give a mixed reaction as she leans to bring Pandora up to her feet, but Pandora fights back with some shots to the midsection, breaking free of Crystal’s grip, kicking her in the gut and lifting her up and over with a Vertical Suplex.}Terri Morasco: And this may be the opening that Pandora needs to get to her partner. Paige Garcia: All that taunting cost Crystal an opportunity. It’s a miracle she thinks she’s even in the same league as me. Vasco Dias: Truer words, never spoken. {Pandora gets to her feet with the ropes as Crystal rolls up on her hand, only to be taken down again by a running Pandora who hits a Hurricanrana! Crystal is down, and Pandora heads to her corner, tagging the outstretched hand of Fiona who enters the ring as Crystal gets to her feet, knocking her right back down with a Clothesline, and another, and yes...another!}Terri Morasco: Fiona McFly is fired up. Vasco Dias: She got that hot tag, and she’s taking advantage of it. Paige Garcia: It’s the only thing she can take advantage of. She’s the one who always shrinks in the biggest of moments. Terri Morasco: She did beat you in the Iron Maiden. Paige Garcia: THAT WAS IN APRIL MORON! {Crystal swings violently, but misses the haymaker, Fiona ducking and hitting Crystal with a Belly to Back Suplex, hooking the leg for the cover!
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NOOOO!}Terri Morasco: And now it’s Fiona with the resilience shown. Vasco Dias: She took that kick right to the face though. Paige Garcia: It’s not as good as the “All About Me” and that’s why it didn’t get the job done. {Crystal grabs Fiona by the head and pulls her into her corner, tagging Sara into the match.}Paige Garcia: And now it’s time to see what a real woman can do in that ring. Vasco Dias: Here comes Sara! {Sara grabs Fiona by the arm, wringing it around, wrenching it out of socket a couple of times before pulling her into a boot to the midsection before lifting her up and over into a Suplex, rolling her hips, getting to her feet and hitting a second Suplex. She turns her hips again and hits a third before popping up to her feet and taunting the crowd before hitting Pandora with a Side Kick, knocking her off of the apron.}Paige Garcia: That’s right! Terri Morasco: Do you have any thoughts on your match against three of these women with your title on the line Paige? Paige Garcia: There’s nothing left to say. I’ve beaten them all and I’ll do it again at Extreme Endurance. Vasco Dias: I love the confidence. Paige Garcia: It’s not just confidence...it’s the truth. Terri Morasco: Some would say your sister had a big hand in those defenses. Paige Garcia: And they would be wrong. I got in that ring with MY title on the line and I beat each and every one of these girls, and like I said, it will be no different at Extreme Endurance...I’ll just beat them all at the same time. {During the conversation, Sara lifts Fiona to her feet but Fiona gets a few shots in, grabbing Sara by the arm and pulling her towards the ropes, and upon return ducks down, only to have Sara kick her in the face, standing her up straight before Sara hits Fiona with a kick to the gut before grabbing her by the head and driving her face first into the mat with a Facebuster, rolling her over and going for the cover…
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NO!}Terri Morasco: Sara is in complete control of this match. Vasco Dias: What kind of stupid statement was that Captain Obvious!? Paige Garcia: Seriously...of course she’s in control...she’s my sister. {Sara grabs Fiona by the hair, but again Fiona breaks her grip, and this time hits Sara with a few forearms to the face before pulling her in and hitting her with a Snap Suplex! Fiona stalks Sara as Crystal comes in to interfere but is met by Pandora with a Clothesline to the outside. Sara slowly gets to her feet and Fiona grabs her by the head, looking for a Cutter she calls the “Sending Off”!}Paige Garcia: SARA...LOOK OUT! {Sara is able to push Fiona off, sending her into Pandora, kicking her to the outside! Fiona looks at Pandora on the outside who may have landed funny on her leg. Fiona turns and gets blasted right in the face by Sara and the “Knockout Kiss” Standing Sidekick!}Vasco Dias: What a shot from Sara Garcia! Terri Morasco: This doesn’t look good for Fiona… Paige Garcia: Does it ever? {Sara grabs Fiona by the hair and pulls her up on her shoulders, quickly dropping her down across her shoulders with the Rack Attack her and her sister call the “All About Me”!
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The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...SARA...GARCIIIIIIA!!! {Fiona rolls out of the ring as Crystal enters. The referee raises the hands of both Crystal and Sara as Paige drops the headset and slides into the ring, bouncing off the ropes for some extra momentum and hitting Crystal in the back of the head with the “Keep Dreaming” Bicycle Kick to the back of the head that sends her out of the ring toward the ramp. Paige turns as she’s handed her Shieldmaiden Title of which she holds high overhead as “Over You” plays throughout the arena.}Terri Morasco: A cheap shot by Paige! Vasco Dias: That’s not a cheap shot...that’s a message sent. {Paige and Sara smile down at the challengers, Crystal on the floor, Pandora atop the ramp, and Fiona in the middle, all looking determined as the Garcias celebrate and look as confident as ever.}---------------------------------------------------------- SEGMENT"Never the Easy Way"---------------------------------------------------------- {“Elysium” hits the PA and out from behind the curtain steps a very determined looking Bob Pooler}
Terri Morasco: This is it, Bob laid out the challenge to Spike Kane; now we just have to see if he’ll take him up on it. Vasco Dias: Challenge? He offered himself up to the House of Howelett on a silver platter. Why wouldn’t Spike take this? {Pooler gets into the ring slowly and accepts a microphone from Allison Valance}
Bob Pooler: Alright, Spike – what’s it going to be? You going to … {Pooler doesn’t have a chance to continue 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: He’s here, and he doesn’t look like he wants to chit chat!
{Kane snatches the microphone from the hand of Pooler and holds it up, a sneer on his face}
Spike Kane: You want me to beat you until you're forgiven? That's what you said, right? You'll stand there, and take it like a man? Show the world that I'm right, and you're wrong? .....show me how much our friendship meant?
{He drops the microphone and cocks his arm back, Pooler’s eyes squinting but not closing in the face of what’s coming … but as Kane’s fist launches forward, it stops inches before hitting its mark. Pooler takes a step backward, not knowing what to make of it all.
Spike reaches down and picks the microphone back up off the canvas.}
Spike Kane: It would be too easy to let you off like that Bob, and you know I've never done things the easy way. Oh. I'll beat the forgiveness into you....but it'll be within the confines of the steel cage at Extreme Endurance, and the insult to injury? Is you'll be looking up at your next Man of Steel Champion! {He thrusts the microphone into Pooler’s chest and turns, leaving the ring and a fuming Pooler behind him.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Spike Kane and Cable Arcane vs Dre Cutler and Falcon
---------------------------------------------------------- { "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 low drawl of Eve to Adam's Immortal starts. After a few seconds, it kicks into the full sound, and the man known simply as Falon exited the curtain. Jane, the handler, in tow, and the pair walk to the ring. Falcon climbs in, immediately heading to a corner and sitting down, leaning against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the second rope. Jane makes her way to a special front row ringside seat. The song slowly fades away, and once the bell rings Falcon grabs the rope and hauls himself up to stand, ready to fight.}Terri Morasco: We’ve got a bit of an odd couple pairing here tonight with Dre Cutler teaming up with the Immortal Falcon. Vasco Dias: The only odd thing is why either of these men are being allowed to stand in the same ring as the God of Xtreme, Spike Kane and our illustrious Imperial Champion, Cable Arcane. Terri Morasco: Because both men have found themselves in the cross hairs of the House of Howlett. Vasco Dias: Then both men need to wake up and realize how disgustingly out matched they are. { 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.}{ The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Looking down the barrel of Today" by Hatebreed begins to play through out the arena. The crowd gets to their feet and boo as Cable Arcane slowly struts out from behind the curtain, his head bowed and bobbing along with the music. He steps in the middle of the stage then throws his arms out and his head up as the song kicks into high gear, bright white lights lighting up behind him practically blinding everyone watching. The lights dim again and strobe red with the music as Cable Arcane begins to make his way to the ring, strutting down the ramp before hopping up onto the apron, pulling himself up and flying between the ropes. He stops in the middle of the ring and throws his arms out again soaking in the hate of the crowd as his music begins to fade. }Vasco Dias: This is a dream team right here, Spike Kane, one of the scariest Imperial Champions we’ve ever had teamed up with a man who is sure to be the most physically dominant Imperial Champion we’ve ever had. Terri Morasco: It’s an impressive team but I think you’re giving them more credit than they deserve. Vasco Dias: Are you insane? Spike Kane is a GOD! And Cable Arcane? He’s the Best in the World! Terri Morasco: According to exactly five people. Vasco Dias: According to everybody! { Cable sneers across the ring at Falcon who is calmly eyeing him up. Before the referee can call for the bell Cable asks for a microphone. Dre paces impatiently as Cable takes his dear sweet time to walk across the ring and stand directly in front of Falcon, Spike directly by his side. }Cable: Cry baby? No, Kyle, I’m not a cry baby. I’m simply doing to you what you’ve done to so many others, telling the truth. { Falcon’s eyes become slits. }Cable: You came back, made an oath of silence until you became Imperial Champion then instructed your counter part to ridicule every man and women in the back WHO BUSTS THEIR ASS TO BECOME CHAMPION!I’ve worked DAMN HARD FOR THIS! { Cable holds up the Imperial Championship. }Cable: And you saunter around the back acting like none of it matters, like you wrestle for some higher purpose when, in the end, you only came back for THIS! { He pushes the belt in Falcon’s face. }Cable: FOR MY CHAMPIONSHIP! A championship fought hard for, I didn’t lose a single damn match in the Heir to the Throne! I dominated my way to this championship! And what did you do, KYLE!? You pissed away your chance to once again BE someone in this industry all the while mocking the men who were killing themselves just for fifteen minutes of fame! Hell, at this point, I respect Dre Cutler more than I respect you! But you know what? { Cable starts to smirk. }Cable: I did you a favor fly boy. Since the titles don’t matter to you, since you’re only here to wrestle, I went ahead and did you a favor… { Cable turns to look up at the tron. }Terri Morasco: What the hell is this? Vasco Dias: I’m not sure… { The tron suddenly flashes with a subtitle read Boston, Mass as a hand held camera moves around a room, a room covered in replica championship belts, trophies, t-shirts and most of all pictures. Pictures of Falcon at different points of his career. }Cable: Since all of this is really superfluous I guess you don’t really need to hold onto it… { The handi cam is set down somewhere, perhaps an end table as Cable Arcane suddenly comes into view wielding a sledge hammer. He turns to look at the camera with a smile before turning back and raising the sledge hammer over his head and bringing it down on the mantle which holds a replica NCW World Championship!!! }Terri Morasco: Holy crap!!! Vasco Dias: Hey, the man said titles are meaningless! { Falcon’s eyes go wide as he turns back and connects with a hard right hand to the face of Cable which sends the champion stumbling backward, the referee calls for the bell as Falcon immediately turns and grabs Spike to throw him over the top rope and out of the ring! Cable comes back at Falcon who hits a spinning heel kick to the midsection of Cable! }Terri Morasco: Looks like Cable just pissed Falcon off! { The tron goes back to the match as Falcon connects with a step up enzugiri to the head of Cable Arcane who still seems completely caught off guard. Falcon charges him with a leading forearm to the side of the head and then a hard shin kick to the side that doubles Cable over. Falcon grabs him for a devastating spike ddt! }Vasco Dias: He needs to back off, the champion wasn’t ready for this match to begin! Terri Morasco: I think the champion needs to get ready in a hurry then! { Falcon stomps Cable hard once on the chest before pulling him back up to his feet and throwing him into the corner of the ring. Falcon runs in and hits a big elbow strike across the jaw of Cable and then follows it right up alternating left and right open handed slaps to the face before climaxing the combo with a huge European upper cut! }Terri Morasco: The immortal one is looking better than ever! Vasco Dias: He’s looking like a damn dirty cheater who caught the champion off guard! Terri Morasco: As champion he needs to be ready for that sort of thing! { Cable is stunned as Falcon whips him into the corner of Dre Cutler. Falcon charges in full steam but Cable launches himself out of the corner with a lunging clothes line that sends Falcon spinning head over heels! }Vasco Dias: That’s why he’s the Imperial Champion! You can never count him out! Terri Morasco: I can’t take anything away from Cable but he may want to think again before making a feud personal! Vasco Dias: Cable doesn’t need to think twice, he’s the Best in the World! { Cable pushes himself up slowly and looks to his corner where Spike is now standing. Falcon is also slow to his feet, that vicious clothes line possibly reawakening some old injuries. Cable makes it to his corner and tags in Spike Kane as Falcon tags in Dre Cutler! }Terri Morasco: The tags are made! Vasco Dias: Now Dre is gonna pay! { The two men come running at each other but Dre catches Spike with a right jab, left jab, right jab, left jab and then a spinning back fist that he immediately follows up with a huge European upper cut! The god of xtreme stumbles backwards and Dre is on him with a swinging neck breaker! Dre is quick to make a cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: Not even close!!! Terri Morasco: It doesn’t look like Spike was ready for the offense of Dre Cutler! Vasco Dias: Cutler got lucky, that’s all! { Dre pulls Spike up to his feet and throws him hard into the ropes, Spike comes bouncing off and Dre hits him with a big hip toss! Spike holds his back as he starts to get up but Dre is right on him with a running bulldog! Dre is quick to make a second cover attempt. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: Dre going for this quick covers! He’s trying to wear Spike down! Vasco Dias: Not bloody likely! { Dre is right up and he’s looking fired up as he steps out onto the apron, he grabs the top rope and then leaps to the top, he spring boards off but Spike is back up to his feet and connects with the Bloody Sunday Kick knocking Dre right out of the air and onto his back! Spike drops down over Dre as the referee counts. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: There is no way he kicked out! Terri Morasco: Dre is better than you give him credit for! { Spike mounts Dre now and starts to lay into him with right hands as the referee warns him and finally starts to count. Spike pushes himself off of Dre and pulls the younger man up to his feet. Spike whips Dre hard into the ropes and as he comes back he catches him with a tilt a whirl back breaker that seems to visibly take a lot out of Dre Cutler. }Vasco Dias: Spike Kane is dominating the rookie! Terri Morasco: He scouted Dre and caught the young man off guard. Vasco Dias: Like a champion! { Spike connects with a running knee lift into the mid section of Dre Cutler as he tries to stand up and then tucks him between his legs before whipping him up into the air and running him across the ring with a turnbuckle power bomb! Dre hits hard and falls out of the corner of the ring where Kane grabs him and pulls him in for the Wings of Liberty!!! }Vasco Dias: That’s all she wrote!!! { Spike quickly covers Dre Cutler. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: Dre still has a lot left to give! { Spike is looking frustrated as he looks to Cable who is ready to make his way into the ring. Spike pulls Dre up and whips him into his partner’s corner before following him in with a shining wizard! Spike tags in Cable and the two men grab Dre and throw him hard across the ring into the ropes, Dre bounces off and the two men form the House of Howlett hit a massive clothes line on Dre Cutler! }Vasco Dias: Look at the team work by the House! Terri Morasco: Dre needs to make a tag in a bad way! { Falcon looks ready to get back in the ring as Cable sneers at him. Cable covers Dre and the ref counts, ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Cable laughs as he pulls Dre up to his feet and connects with two knees to the gut and then a vicious spinning back fist! Cable hits a leaping knee to the face and then pulls Dre in for a double underhook backbreaker! Cable covers him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: Dre is not about to give up! Vasco Dias: Then he’s dumber than I thought! Cable is going to beat him just like he did at Legacy! { Cable pulls Dre back up to his feet hard and whips him into an empty corner. Cable lets out a roar before running across the ring but Dre comes running out of the corner with a big time clothes line! }Vasco Dias: Where did he find the strength!? Terri Morasco: He dug down deep and found it! { Dre crawls his way across the ring as Cable starts to get back up. Dre leaps and tags in Falcon who flies onto the top rope and leaps off with a flying forearm to the face of Cable Arcane! Falcon is right back up as Cable tries to stand but he’s caught by several hard shin kicks to the side of the head as Falcon fires them of like bullets from a machine gun! }Terri Morasco: Falcon is back in and he’s still pissed! { Falcon runs to the ropes and bounces off but Cable is right there with a chop block to the front of Falcon’s knee bending it an awkward fashion! }Vasco Dias: Look at the champion go! Terri Morasco: He could have snapped his leg in half! Vasco Dias: GOOD! { Cable pulls Falcon up and throws him into the ropes but Falcon manages to find the strength to spring board off into a back flip ddt and nails Cable with it. Falcon goes for the cover. ONE! Spike breaks it up with a stomp to the back of the head! }Vasco Dias: The House of Howlett looking out for each other! { Falcon is up and in the face of Spike Kane. Spike shoves him and Falcon hauls off with a backfist that rock Spike but as he’s distracted Cable is up to come up from behind with a running knee to the back of Falcon! Falcon is spun around into a double underhook back breaker! }Vasco Dias: Cable targeted the surgically repaired back of Falcon! Terri Morasco: Smart move by the champion. { Cable looks to Spike as he pulls Falcon up to his feet, he whips him hard into his partner’s corner and runs in with the knee, tags in Spike and runs him out of the corner with a bulldog on Falcon! Cable is back up and he runs across the ring to where Dre Cutler is and connects with a big right hand to his face and knocks him off the apron! Cable follows him out as Spike lines up his shot, Falcon stands and Spike kicks him in the gut and THUNDERSTRUCK!!!! }Vasco Dias: THUNDERSTRUCK!!!! { Spike covers as Cable and Dre exchange right hands on the outside. ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! }Vasco Dias: THE HOUSE OF HOWLETT HAS DONE IT!!! Terri Morasco: Narrowly! Vasco Dias: That was a dominant victory if I ever saw one! { Rob and Zasshu come out from the back followed by Laura Howlett and go right for Dre Cutler as Cable separates himself from the young man. Rob and Zasshu crash into Dre hard as Cable rolls back into the ring. Spike pulls Falcon up and feeds him to Cable for the MADE TO SUFFER!!! }Terri Morasco: Who the hell is going to stop this reign of terror!? Vasco Dias: No one, that’s who. { Cable stands over Falcon as the Laura brings him the Imperial Championship, Spike keeps an eye on the ramp as Rob and Zasshu have subdued Dre Cutler. }Terri Morasco: What are they going to do now!? Vasco Dias: Hopefully end his career! { Laura calls for Zasshu to get a table but Jane, Falcon’s voice comes rolling into the ring with a microphone. }Jane: STOP! STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!! He already signed the contract you mindless animals! Terri Morasco: What? Vasco Dias: Huh!? { Jane suddenly has a smirk as Laura looks at her with a questioning gaze. }Jane: He signed it weeks ago! Extreme Endurance, Falcon versus Cable Arcane… FOR THE IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP!!!! Vasco Dias: WHAT!? Terri Morasco: I don’t believe this!!! { Laura doesn’t look happy as security comes pouring out from the back to keep the House of Howlett from causing any more damage. }Terri Morasco: Falcon is getting an Imperial title shot! I’m not sure that’s what Cable was going for! Vasco Dias: That is complete and utter crap! Terri Morasco: That is what’s happens whether you or the House of Howlett like it or not! { Cable stands just over Falcon who is starting to come too and he doesn’t look worried in the slightest. } |
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Well howdy there pardner.