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SEGMENT
āThe House Always Winsā
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{ Monday Night Sacrifice goes live as we are greeted by the tones of Sixx AMās āCanāt stop.ā }Terri Morasco: Looks like we are going to kick things off tonight with the most powerful force in IWF, the House of Howlett!
Vasco Dias: For the most part the House dominated Extreme Endurance, winning the Man of Steel Championship and retaining the Imperial Championship!
Terri Morasco: But they failed to recapture the Invictus Championship and their plans for Steve Awesome backfired.
Vasco Dias: Detailsā¦
{ Pyro erupts all across the stage as the crowd boos like crazy as Laura Howlett comes marching out onto the stage with her arms held out and a smile a mile wide on her face. }Vasco Dias: There she is, the smartest business woman in professional wrestling history and the leader of the House of Howlett!
Terri Morasco: Itās hard to argue that point as she does lead a collection of the best in the world today.
{ Laura is soon followed by the Imperial Champion, Cable Arcane, the Man of Steel Champion, Spike Kane as well as her maxed follower, Zasshu and the Greatest of all Time, Rob Diamond. The five of them stand side by side as the crowd really lets them have it but the smiles donāt fade from any of their faces. Finally they are followed up by Steve Awesome who does not look happy to be there. }Terri Morasco: What the hell?
Vasco Dias: The unofficial sixth member of the House, Steve Awesome. You better believe he is going to pay for the Aceās interference in that handi cap match at Extreme Endurance.
Terri Morasco: You have to wonder if the Ace was helping out an old friend or just looking for revenge on Rob Diamond after that Diamond Driver he delivered to Kathleen Conway a couple weeks ago?
Vasco Dias: Either way the Ace better stay out of the Houseās way!
{ The six of them start to march toward the ring, Steve bringing up the rear as he obviously does not want to be out there with them. Zasshu is up the steps first and sits down on the second rope so Laura can climb in with ease, he follows her in as Spike, Cable and Rob all make their way in and surround her. Steve sort of walks half way around the ring before rolling in under the ropes and perching himself in the furthest corner of the ring. Laura asks for a mic and is handed one. }Laura Howlett: Extreme Endurance came and went and the House of Howlett is still the most powerful force in all of professional wrestling!!!
{ The crowd does not like her gloating. }Laura Howlett: The God of Xtreme dominated the competition, beating three other men to become the NEW MAN OF STEEL CHAMPION!!!!
{ Spike Kane steps forward and throws his newly won championship up over his head as the crowd screams āYOU SCREWED DRE!!!ā }Laura Howlett: The God of Xtreme is now the God of Steel and he has the gold to prove it! All of you simpletons in the crowd who doubted his ability to dominate at this stage of his career can eat your words because he is still one of the best in the world today!
{ The chants donāt stop. }Laura Howlett: Dre Cutler screwed Dre Cutler! He made it a point to talk about the House and so we felt the need to put him in his place! Just like we did when the Best in the World, Cable Arcane defeated him to become the 2016 Heir to the Throne winner and went on to become the Imperial Champion!!! And if he continues to talk about the House of Howlett then he will quickly find himself in the same position as everyone else who has opposed us!!!
{ "Die This Way" by Hopsin hits the speakers and the crowd goes bat shit crazy! Dre Cutler pops out from the back, a serious expression on his face as he pauses at the top of the ramp, the crowd immediately going into a "Dre! Dre! Dre!" chant as the House of Howlett looks up at him in disgust. }Vasco Dias: What's he doing out here?! Ms. Howlett didn't invite him out here -- who does he think he is? He can't just show up whenever he feels like it!
Terri Morasco: Well, I think he just did, Vasco.
{ Dre takes a couple of steps towards the ring, never taking his eyes off the individuals inside it. He stops about halfway down the ramp as his music fades out and the crowd finally quiets down a bit. }Dre Cutler: Dre Cutler.... screwed Dre Cutler? How did Dre Cutler manage to do such a thing, Ms. HO-lett?
{ The crowd cheers loudly and switches into a chant of "HO-lett! HO-lett! HO-lett!" Laura looks like she's going to explode as she points at Dre, anger all over her face. The rest of the group yell and motion at the crowd, trying to get them to show her the respect she deserves! }Dre Cutler: All Dre Cutler did was take Spike Kane to his limit -- punch him in the face a couple of times, and throw his ass PAST his limit. I'm not going to sit here and say I had the match because that's obvious. I will say this -- it's become increasingly clear that a "supergroup" full of current and future Hall of Famers have resorted to childish behaviors, reaching a point where they have to yell for one another to come wipe their ass after they're finished dropping a deuce. I mean, Spike, come on, man, what happened to you? Unable to pull through battles on your own all of a sudden? Such a shame...
{Spike's laughter cuts through on the mic, as he steps forwards in front of the rest of the House of Howlett and looking directly at Dre Cutler.}Spike Kane: Is that all you can boast Dre? That you "take people to the limit"? Like you took Cable to the limit, and lost? Or took me to my limit, and lost? Three weeks on the bounce you've had the opportunity to make a name for yourself, to finally show the world that you're more than just words....and three weeks on the bounce you've fallen short. Three weeks in a row you've ended up on the losing side of a match against the God of Xtreme.....and later tonight? I'm going for a full house....and you'll finally have nobody else to blame, but yourself.
{The crowd are booing Spike, and Cutler has his jaw clenched as if he would like nothing more than to punch Spike in his face, Spike simply adjusts his Man of Steel Championship and smiles.}Spike Kane: You have no idea who I am, you have no idea what I've been through. You have this image of a person in your head, in your mind, and try to present it to the world as "this is who Spike Kane used to be" ....but you're dead wrong Dre. You see, Spike Kane does whatever the fuck Spike Kane wants to do....and he always has. From his days in Overdrive, to his days in Team Extreme, from taking nCw into the limelight at the head of the Empire, to forcing IWF to do the same.....I find a way to win, I find a way to survive....and if you think that I'm wrong? If you think that my methods are wrong? Look at my trophy cabinet and tell me...not for a single solitary second you wouldn't kill for half a legacy as mine. I never back down from a fight, of that you can be certain....but I'm also not stupid. I make sure the odds are tipped in my favour and look at what it brings. Greatness Dre....something you've caught a wiff of but never secured for yourself...most recently? As you were passed over by Cable Arcane, and shot down by yours truly. You have no right to question me, you have no fucking legacy to stand to mine....you're nothing to me, and while you bitch and moan about how I have friends and nobody likes you? I'll go about becoming the greatest Man of Steel Champion this company has ever known!
{Spike sneers down his microphone at Dre, ignoring the heavy boos coming from him, and turning to hand the microphone back to Laura.}Dre Cutler: Spike, you can sit there and act like you accomplished something beating me but the only thing you accomplished was proving to the world you canāt hang with the future of this company!
{ The crowd pops huge as Zasshu seems to take offense to that claim. }Dre Cutler: If it wasnāt for your little house on prairie the new Man of Steel Champion would be me! But Iām not out here to talk about the past! Thatās Spikeās M.O. Iām here to talk about the future! Iām here to talk about the future of this company and it sure as shit doesnāt look bright with you six at the helm!
{ Laura laughs as she steps forward again. }Laura Howlett: And what exactly do you plan to do about it Mr. Cutler, weāve beaten you every time youāve set foot inside OUR ring against the House of Howlett.
{ Now Dre smiles. }Dre Cutler: I plan on taking one of your championships away from you and showing these people that the future is bright with Dre Cutler at the helm!
Laura Howlett: What!? Hahahahaha. You must be kidding me. You couldnāt beat Cable, you will never beat Spike but you want another championship opportunity at one of them?
Dre Cutler: You damn right.
{ Laura snickers to herself. }Laura Howlett: All right, because Iām so confident in the abilities of the men standing besides me Iāll give you an opportunity. Next week, you beat any one of us and you can have a shot against any. One. Of. Us.
{ Dre nods his head in approval but before you can say anything else Zasshu takes the mic from Laura. }Zasshu: And next week! You will learn to Fear the Future!
Terri Morasco: It sounds like we have our match for next week!
Vasco Dias: Cutler is going to regret this.
{ Cable just smiles as he and Dre lock eyes for a moment when 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 and a microphone in his hand. The Ace is wearing his custom leather jacket and blue jeans, whilst Kathy is wearing an elegant red dress. The crowd cheer as The Ace raises the microphone to his lips and his music is cut.}The Ace: Sorry to crash the party here sweethearts, I guess I just can't resist a woman in power...
{The Ace turns and winks at his wife, before addressing Laura again.}The Ace: But since you're out here giving each member of your angsty little House band matches, and since you obviously have no problem putting my buddy Steve in two on one Handicap matches, I'm sure you wouldn't mind putting him in another one. You see, I enjoyed planting my boot into the side of Rob Diamond's skull so much eight nights ago at Extreme Endurance that I wouldn't mind doing it all over again...
{The crowd cheer.}The Ace: And I'm sure Steve wouldn't mind joining in...
{The crowd erupt now into loud "Smokin' Aces" chants.}The Ace: So what do you say Rob? Let's see how much of a Billy Badass you really are when you're confronted by someone other than a one hundred and twenty pound woman, huh? Let's show the world how much your piddly ass is really worth when the deck is stacked against you for a change...
{The crowd cheer and Steve is smiling and nodding.}Laura Howlett: That's a very interesting idea you have there Mr. Conway, but you see my clients never have the deck stacked against them! And even if I wanted to make that match, I couldnāt.
{ Ace rolls his eyes at her. }Laura Howlett: My number one concern for the members of my House is health and Mr. Diamond is currently suffering from health concerns which unfortunately were only exacerbated by your actions at Extreme Endurance when you left him unconscious at ringside after an entirely unprovoked assault...
Terri Morasco: Unprovoked? Rob planted Kathy with a Diamond Driver for God's sake!
Vasco Dias: It was unprovoked. One minute Rob is out here doing your job even better than you do Terri, and the next he gets a boot in the face!
Laura Howlett: But since you obviously have some anger issues to work out Mr. Conway, I will give you what you want next week. It may not be a match with Rob but you will face another one of my representatives, somebody you have quite the history with. Somebody who some people say will always outshine you...next week, live on Monday Night Sacrifice, somebody you've always had a long and complicated friendship with, it will be The Ace going one on one with....STEVE AWESOME!
{ The crowd gasps at the thought of The Ace verse Steve Awesome. }Steve Awesome: Woah, woah, woah! I don't think so! I'll do your little odd jobs and manual labor but I'm not going to fight my friend to help you prove a point!
{ Laura turns and glares at Steve as the sold out crowd get another "Smokin' Aces" chant breaks out. }Laura Howlett: First of all, the Smokin Aces are never going to happen so you can stop the chants right now!
{ The chants just get louder. She just shakes her head and goes back to addressing Steve. }Laura Howlett: So all of a sudden youāre walking the moral ground and won't fight your friends? That's real cute considering it's never stopped you before.
{ A lot of oohs and boos from the crowd. The camera cuts to Rob Diamond who is glaring a whole into Steve. }Laura Howlett: I think what you meant to say was "Yes Mam! Right away boss!" Because I tell you what to do! WE OWN YOU!
Steve Awesome: And what if I refuse?
{ Steve steps forward toward Laura but is cut off by Cable, Zasshu, Spike, and Rob who form a wall in front of her. Even Steve wasn't dumb enough to test that. }Laura Howlett: There are ways for us to make you see things my way.
{ Steve back down slightly but he doesnāt wipe the smarmy grin from his lips. }Laura Howlett: There you go Ace, youāve got what you want just like Dre Cutler and weā¦ Well we always get what we wantā¦ Becauseā¦ THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!
{ āCanāt Stopā hits the pa again as Laura and the House stand looking strong in the ring while Ace and Dre stand side by side for the moment and Steve goes back to leaning on the ropes shaking his head. }Terri Morasco: I donāt believe this! Weāve got two huge matches for next week!
Vasco Dias: Two huge victories for the House!
Terri Morasco: Weāll see about that!
Vasco Dias: You heard the lady, The house always wins!
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SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Freakke the Clown
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Alison Valance: āThis next contest is scheduled for one fall.ā
{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.}Allison Valance: āIntroducing first, from Pittsburgh, PA and weighing in at 243 pounds... Freakke!ā
{As the ring announcer moves to a neutral corner the lights in the sold-out arena dim for just a moment as the opening strains of "I Remember (Hail To The Victors Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the sound speakers, as Nighthawk walks to the ring confidently shaking hands with the crowd as he does so. Climbing up on the outside of the 2nd and 3rd turnbuckles the "Wrestling Machine" exhorts the crowd to make more and more noise before climbing into the ring and submitting himself to be checked out by the referee.} Alison Valance: āHis opponent, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 poundsā¦.āThe Master of 1000 Holdsāā¦.. āThe Wrestling Machineā Nighthawk!ā
Terri Morasco: āAnd two weeks after we all saw him tortured at the hands of the House of Howlett, Nighthawk is back. The question is this: Is he ready, mentally and physically, for the challenge of facing someone the caliber of Freakke in his 1st match back?ā
Vasco Dias: āThe scuttlebutt in the back, Terri, is that he isnāt. The rumors are even that Nighthawk was not cleared by the IWF Medical Department, but instead by Roberto Verona itself. What does that mean?ā
{As Nighthawk walks somewhat unsteadily into the center of the ring, his usual sharpness replaced by hesitancy, the referee gives him a serious once-over before deciding to ring the bell. Stretching out against the ropes Nighthawk sighs and moves to lock up with Freakke who quickly executes a standing switch right into a waist lock take over, quickly applying a seated reverse chin lock. As the referee moves in to see if Nighthawk wants to quit, having apparently decided to be slightly more vigilant with the Chicago native than he might normally be, the āWrestling Machineā first wags his index finger no to indicate that heās fine and then begins to work on a counter. Crossing his ankles together Nighthawk then slips his right hand through his crossed ankles and wags the hand in front of Freakkeās face who takes the bait and quickly finds himself locked first in a thumb lock and then in the beginnings of a Jim Breaks Special which he stops by getting himself to the ropes. Looking slightly confused Freakke moves back into the center of the ring and again goes for a collar-and-elbow lockup and again uses his strength to guide Nighthawk towards the turnbuckles. But as he lets go he leaves his left arm in front of the āMan of 1000 Holdsā a beat-and-a-half too long, allowing Nighthawk to execute a gorgeous through-the-ropes grapevine armbar which he lets go of on the count of 4.} Terri Morasco: āNighthawk is playing this in a very interesting way. It is almost as though heās choosing to wrestle defensively. Do you have any reason why he might want to do that, Vasco?ā
Vasco Dias: āMy only theory is that because heās not up to the level of conditioning we would normally expect from him, he canāt open up the throttle like he would have wanted. It might even be that he doesnāt yet feel confident enough to try some of his more timing-based offense, like his spectacular Orange Crush Bomb. But, and this is a tremendous compliment to his technical acumen, Nighthawk can wrestle circles around anyone even in his current condition. Heās just a master.ā
{Leaning himself back into the ring Nighthawk moves into the center of the ring and gets down into refereeās position as if daring Freakke to try and take him over. Seeing the gambit, Freakke canāt help himself and quickly goes to try and see if he canāt put his opponentās shoulders to the mat. But as the Pittsburgh native attempts a takeover Nighthawk smoothly bellies out and grabs a flipping cross-armbreaker right through into a Hangmanās Clutch. Yanking back tightly on the hold Nighthawk finally releases when Freakke taps out.} Alison Valance: āThe winner of the matchā¦. āThe Wrestling Machineā Nighthawk!ā
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MATCH
Stephanie Sullivan vs Helena Sawyer
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{ Scandalous by Misteeqā starts to play across the Pa system and Stephanie slowly emerges from behind the curtain. She is clad in a long black robe and written on the back of the robe in glow in the dark white lettering is the word Scandalous. The front has 3S interlocked with one another. The crowd begins to shower her with a welcome of boos alike. She blows a kiss to the crowd which draws an even bigger negative reaction, and she taunts them as she struts her way down to the ring. Stephanie makes her way down to the ring she grins as she makes her way inside the ring. She grabs her robe and breaks out into the open jacket orgasm. She shakes her ass as she tosses her robe to the side. She bounces around as she awaits in anticipation for the match to begin. }Vasco Dias: I love this chick...she's got tons of assets.
Terri Morasco: *ahem* Yeah, but she doesn't have a lot of wins under her belt.
{ The thudding bass riff of "From the Pinnacle to the Pit" sounds, deep red lights flashing as Helena Sawyer saunters from the back, a lopsided grin on her face. She idly checks her wrists, running her thumbs over the studs in her gloves as she walks up to the ring apron. Helena eyes the apron for a long moment before grabbing the middle rope and lifting one leg as she hops up onto the apron. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically, and jumps to her feet, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal. }Terri Morasco: Helena Sawyer making her official IWF singles debut!
Vasco Dias: Ya know...can we just change the channel already?
[DING!]
{ The match starts off rather slowly as both Stephanie and Helena want to make a show of things at first, angering the Philadelphia crowd to the point where they start a "BOOOOO-RING!" chant right from the get-go. The two ladies circle around the ring, locking eyes with each other while eking out slight smirks, much to the chagrin of the diehards, most of whom are clad in Eagles jerseys for the occasion. Eventually the two lock up, earning a sarcastic cheer before Stephanie strikes first, smacking Sawyer with a sharp left slap to the kisser, followed by a right hook which reels her toward the ropes. Helena is sent for the ride, and once she bounds off the strands, she's sent flying head over heels by an elevated back body drop. Stephanie doesn't waste any time, mounting her on the deck and firing away with the right forearms to the temples! The man in stripes pulls Sullivan off and barks at her for not letting her rival up, but Stephanie decides to turn her attention toward the zebra, distracting him with a rather...sensuous twerk-like dance move that has the crowd laughing. }Vasco Dias: Look at the ref! He wants to get laid!
Terri Morasco: Shut up, Vasco!
{ Sensing her opponent is about to pull herself up off the canvas, Sullivan goes right back to work, yanking Helena in before takng her back down with a heavy-duty German suplex--transitioning into a second for good measure. But instead of going for the pin, Sullivan stands over her opponent...and performs a stripper's twerk-on-a-pole routine, pissing off the fans who've paid big bucks to see bodies fly! }Vasco Dias: These fans are morons. I wanna see MORE!
Terri Morasco: Yeah...but I don't think Helena's gonna be too pleased when she gets up off the deck.
{ Stephanie continues her dance routine to the booing peanut gallery's disdain, making her way toward the corner and eventually climbing up to the second buckle--unaware that Sawyer is slowly rising to a vertical base! Seeing her opponent twerking instead of wrestling, Sawyer sneaks up from behind Sullivan and takes the latter to the deck, crunching her back with a high-arcing belly-to-back suplex off the second rope! The fans' boos turn to cheers as Helena seizes command, firing away with forearms to Stephanie's back as the latter tries to scurry away to the outside--only to be grabbed by the hair, twisted around, and sent for the ride herself. Sullivan bounces off the ropes...right into a tilt-a-whirl sideslam! Now on the canvas herself, Stephanie is helpless as she is on the wrong of a reverse chinlock from Helena--with Helena digging her knee into her rival's back for good measure. The zebra-man asks of Sullivan wants to quit, but all he gets is a suggestive tongue-sticking-out as a response. To her credit, Stephanie shows she's a resilient one as she fights off the chinlock by arcing herself into a bow, eventually using her frame to pull herself back to her feet! Helena fires off a right hand that's immediately blocked by Sullivan--who places Sawyer in a liplock! }Terri Morasco: Oh, dear...
Vasco Dias: Yeah baby...shag it!
{ The Philly crowd eats this up as Stephanie is, quite literally, making out with Helena--tongue and all! The referee musters a sigh, shaking his head at the scene unfolding in front of him. But those laughs turn to mixed cheers when Helena immediately places Sullivan in her crossface chickenwing-bodyscissor combination she calls the EMBRACE OF MADNESS!!! Realizing she's got nowhere to go, Stephanie signals to the referee that she gives up! }[DING-DING-DING!!!]
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CRUISER WEIGHT INVITATIONAL
āWhy Iāll win.ā
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{ āExpiration Dateā by Fear Factory kicks in right at the opening chorus with a video package of some the best cruiser weights to ever set foot inside of an Imperial Wrestling ring. We star with clips of Jake Keeton battling for the former champion and move on to Alex Jones and then to Angel Blake. }
āImperial Wrestling has searched the world for the best of the best below a two hundred and ten pounds and we have found them. Ten men will compete for the right to call themselves the best Cruiser Weight in the world but in the end only one will remain and he will be the first ever Imperial Wrestling Cruiser Weight Invitational Champion!ā{ We then cut to some of the newcomers to Imperial Wrestling, some of the men who have decided to stake their claim as the best cruiser weigh in the world, starting with a video package for Delvin Raine. }Delvin Rainie: Hi, I'm Devlin Raine I'm 27, from Chicago and I like long walks on the beach, A nice warm fire and the chance to fight all comers.
{ We see Delvin running the ropes and then sparring inside of the ring. }Delvin Raine: Seriously though , why the Crusierweight invitational? Simple Really , I've been in this business a while now and I'm coming from some time off to look after my first son, what better way to get back into the swing than by facing the Best and brightest in my wheel house? I mean usually y Iām facing guys bigger faster, stringer.. and dumber than I am.. That won't be the case here..Even playing field more or less. I can feel Destiny calling.
{ We move away from the sparring to some of Delvinās matches on the independent scene hitting some of his big moves as the crowd cheers in response. }Delvin Raine: Why am I going to win? Easy I'm what they call the complete package , strength, charisma a drive to succeed that most will take for granted and sure, I can be a little cocky, but when you're as good as I am...Sometimes.. It does feel a little like Destiny to follow your dreams.... No This is a title and bragging right like no other.
{ We see Delvin hitting his finisher again and again and again on several opponents and each time his hand is raised in victory. }Delvin Raine: Damn sure I'm gonna roll the dice."
{ We cut away from Delvin Raine to another competitor in the Cruiser Weight Invitational, Johnny Gillmen. We find Johnny Gillmen sitting in his stateroom on the Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines' largest and most advanced vessel, the Harmony of the Seas. The Islander alum adjusts his tablet in such a way that its video camera focuses on him as he takes a sip from his Oreo milkshake. }Johnny Gillmen: Don't adjust your set dudes and dudettes...I'm on THE world's best cruise ship, but I ain't here on my own volition. I've had to sit down, swallow my pride, and realize that I gotta take care of myself before anything else...and that's what this Cruiserweight Invitational's all about. It ain't about who you're with, it's about bein' the best...and to be the best cruiserweight in the world means ya gotta be ready for the unknown. Dare to dream...and see YOU soon.
{ We cut away from Johnny Gillmen to see some of his brightest spots in his career, including hard fought battles with Spike Kane and Angel Blake. As we close on Johnny Gillmen and the undying support of the crowd we move on to the next competitor in the Cruiser Weight Invitational, Nighthawk. Nighthawk is backstage somewhere and taping up his hands wordlessly and with the practiced ease of someone who has done that exact task millions of times before, he looks up and stares into the camera with eyes so cold and focused that the temperature in the room feels like it has dropped a few degrees just from the force of his stare. }Nighthawk: "Every other man you've talked to has told you about how they're going to be the best. How they're going to win this tournament. I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to give you the same speech that all of those other men gave you. I'm going to tell you the truth. I will outwork every man who is in that ring across from me. And I will prove that I am, once and for all, as good as I say I am.
Goodnight, and good luck."
{ We move away from the somber scene of Nighthawk backstage to some of his in ring antics against the likes of Cable Arcane Alex Jones and Jack Gaither. Each scene ends with Nigthawk standing proud and the crowd fully behind him. Finally we transition to a shot of Zasshu, standing solemnly backstage preparing for a match with a voice over from Laura Howlett. }
Laura Howlett: This whole tournament is a farce. There is only one best cruiser weight in the world and that is the Future Legend, Zasshu!
{ We cut away to shots of Zasshu battling Rob Diamond and winning the Man of Steel Championship and then a shot of him winning the Invictus Championship! }Laura Howlett: My client is already one of the most winningest rookies in IWF history, two championships in his first year and now heās going to add the cruiser weight invitational to the list. Everyone else should just step aside before my client make an example of you.
{ The final shot is of Zasshu kicking the camera directly in the head. }āNext week, the Cruiser Weight Invitational beings! Exclusively on the IWF Network!ā
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Jace Styles vs Buck Spencer vs Deathtrain
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{We come back from commercial break to find Jace Styles draped over the top turnbuckle, lazily posturing for the crowd as "Fashion" by David Bowie plays amid a negative audience reaction.}Alison Valance: The following contest is a Triple Threat match, scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, being accompanied by Liz Marsh, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 204 pounds, Jace Styles!
Terri Morasco: Welcome back to Monday Night Sacrifice, ladies and gentlemen. This next contest isn't going to be one of popularity, I promise you that. All three of these competitors are less than popular with the fans, but Jace Styles' dismissive words towards his opponents tonight have likely bought him no sympathy from the viewing public.
Vasco Dias: And he cares why? When you're that handsome and that talented, you can afford to be indifferent. Man said it himself.
{Jace casually hops down off of the turnbuckle, and the lights go out as āMouth for Warā by Pantera hits the speakers. Buck Spencer walks through the curtain, nodding his head along to the music, more as if he was enjoying it than playing to the crowd. He doesnāt have any special motions, he just holds one arm in the air and makes his way to the ring.}
Alison Valance: Next, from...somewhere in Texas, weighing in at 211 pounds, Buck Spencer!
Vasco Dias: Where the hell is this guy from, anyway? How do we not have his hometown on record?
Terri Morasco: Buck Spencer is a...unique individual, but he's certainly enthusiastic, and I look forward to seeing his competitive spirit in action here tonight.
Vasco Dias: You're being too kind as always, Terri.
{As Spencer hops to his feet inside the ring, a huge explosion of pyro erupts as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold blasts from the PA. Deathtrain makes his way out from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the ramp and stares around at the crowd.}Alison Valance: And their opponent, from Hell, Michigan, weighing in at 265 pounds, DEATHTRAIN!
Terri Morasco: Deathtrain is quite the presence, love him or hate him. Any match that he features in is sure to feature a lot of violence, and with two opponents it just means twice the violence.
Vasco Dias: Who wants a massacre, kids?! Too bad, you're getting one anyway!
{He sneers as begins to make his way down the ramp. Deathtrain climbs the steel steps and stops again to look around. He climbs over the top rope to enter the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckle.
He hops down and the ref checks each of the competitors for weapons.}Terri Morasco: Alright, looks like nobody brought anything on the banned items list, and here we go!
{The bell rings, and immediately Styles and Spencer snap off a double dropkick on Deathtrain, driving him into and through the ropes to the outside! Styles is the first one to his feet by a half-second, and he capitalizes with a spinning heel kick to Buck's sternum, doubling him over. Spencer is shot to the ropes with an Irish whip, and Styles snaps him over with a swift hurricanrana!
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2!
KICKOUT!}Terri Morasco: That was almost over in a heartbeat! Spectacular agility from Jace Styles there!
Vasco Dias: To quote one of the greatest musicians of our time, what's wrong with being confident?
{Spencer hops back to his feet, and Styles delivers a vicious kick to Buck's bad ankle, crumpling him to one knee. Jace grins cockily, hitting the ropes...and running STRAIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE FROM DEATHTRAIN! Styles is sent head-over-heels with the force of the impact, and Deathtrain roars angrily to the crowd, who respond with boos.}Terri Morasco: That lariat just about decapitated Jace Styles!
Vasco Dias: Someone get that beautiful man's head back on his body! Check the third row!
{Deathtrain grabs Spencer by the seat of his pants and hurls him into the corner, hammering away with vicious rights and lefts. He takes a few steps back, charging in with another humongous clothesline! Buck staggers out of the corner on spaghetti legs, and Deathtrain wraps a hand around his throat, looking for his Dark Cloud chokeslam! As he lifts, though, Spencer lashes out with a huge kick to the face, causing the big man to drop him. Spencer takes a deep breath, psyching himself up, and hops to the second turnbuckle before diving off with the SACK!}Terri Morasco: SACK! One more in the stats for Buck Spencer, and the big man is down again!
Vasco Dias: But can Spencer capitalize? Somehow, I doubt it.
{Spencer scrambles towards the cover, throwing himself across the big man's form!
1!
2!
Jace Styles comes hurtling in with a low dropkick that blasts Spencer off of Deathtrain! Spencer rolls to his feet, charging to deliver another Sack, but Styles meets him halfway with the HEAD SHOT! The impact of the superkick flings Spencer over and backwards onto his face, and Styles is immediately on top of him, hauling him up by the hair and delivering a brutal BACKSTABBER! Not done yet, he gets to his knees and points to the top rope, the crowd growing restless.}Terri Morasco: Styles looks like he's thinking of being a Trend Setter! Question is, which target does he choose?
Vasco Dias: He's gotta survive if he wants to have a target, and look who's back in the fight!
{Indeed, as Styles gets to his feet, he's met with a massive right hand from Deathtrain, who looks infuriated! The big man whips him to the ropes, but Styles jumps up, springboarding off the second rope with a crossbody!
...AND GETS CAUGHT BY DEATHTRAIN! The big man grins wickedly, delivering a pair of brutal rib breakers, and swings him out into a sidewalk slam! Deathtrain chuckles, stomping at Spencer a few times before picking him up and screaming at him "DON'T YOU DARE INTERFERE WITH ME AGAIN!" With that, the big man clamps a massive hand around Buck's throat and delivers the DARK CLOUD! Spencer bounces off the canvas, and Deathtrain takes a moment to admire his work as the audience (and Marsh) jeer him.}Terri Morasco: That was absolute brutality from Deathtrain! That's why you never count out a man of his size.
Vasco Dias: I love some violence...lots of violence...but he needs to press his advantage, orā
{And lo and behold, as Deathtrain turns around to talk smack, he runs into his own HEAD SHOT! Styles drops to a knee with the effort, but he nods excitedly, pushing through the exhaustion to clamber up the turnbuckle and dive off onto the still-downed Spencer with the TREND SETTER! He hooks the leg, gritting his teeth!
1!
2!
3! The bell rings, and Styles rolls off, thrusting a fist into the air in victory to the crowd's disappointment.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Jace Styles!
Vasco Dias: Confidence wins the day! Spectacular performance by Jace Styles tonight, just spectacular!
Terri Morasco: I'm not going to be falling over myself as much as you are, Vasco, but it was a well-fought match by Jace Styles, using that agility and cunning of his to come up with the win.
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SEGMENT
āI ALWAYS Get What I Wantā
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{ āOver Youā by Girlicious plays throughout the arena as Paige and her sister Sara, the Garcia Twins step out onto the stage, something noticeable missing from the hands of Paige as they make their way down to the ring. }Terri Morasco: The Garcia Twins making their way to the ring, a part of that brutal Diamonds Invitational last week at Extreme Endurance, and not only that, but the reign of Paige as the IWF Shieldmaiden came to an end last week as well.
Vasco Dias: It did, and that in and of itself was such a travesty. Hell, the champion herself wasnāt even pinned.
Terri Morasco: Though this is true, those are the rules of a Fatal Four Way Match, and it showed why the champion is at such a disadvantage.
{The two enter the ring, and Paige immediately asks for and is given a microphone as the music dies down, the crowd booing.}Paige Garcia: Oh please? Like I really care what any of you think!?
{ The crowd boos even louder. Paige is unamused, and clearly lets out some of her frustrations.}Paige Garcia: SHUT UP! YOUR QUEEN IS SPEAKING!!!
{Obviously this doesnāt go over well with the paying crowd, but no matter as she talks over them anyway with her free hand pointed out to the side.}Paige Garcia: Last week at Extreme Endurance, a major travesty occurred. Last week, some ratchet little bitch got lucky and stole my Shieldmaiden Championship from me in a match that wasnāt even fair to begin with. Thatās right Crystal, get it through your head, Iām talking about you.
{She points into the camera.}Paige Garcia: You know, like all the rest, you canāt beat me straight up. You know that Iām far too much woman for you to handle...so you took the easy way out.
{She looks like she could blow a gasket at any point in time, but takes a second to regain her composure.}Paige Garcia: For 154 days, I made that belt into something. I defended it against all comers, and when the pantry was bare of challengers, I unfairly got put into a no win situation, and despite my best efforts, I watched Crystal get LUCKY and pins someone elseās shoulders to the mat.
{She takes a deep breath and shakes her hand in front of her.}Paige Garcia: You can bet your ass it pisses me off how I lost that title, but Iām a firm believer in things happening for a reason. So while little Miss Ratchet continues being LUCKY...Iāll move on to bigger and better things, and that means Jessica Reed and that Diamonds Championship.
{Thereās a determined fire in her eyes, and a detectable amount of passion in her voice.}Paige Garcia: One dominant female against another Jess. There can only be one in this company, and youāre looking at her. I want...what you have...and I always get what I wantā¦
{She drops the microphone in the center of the ring. She motions in a championship wave across her waist, her intentions, a confident smile spread across her face.}Terri Morasco: Paige Garcia, staking her claim at the Diamonds Championship.
Vasco Dias: Her intentions are known, and I for one would love to see that match.
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MATCH
Mike Phoenix vs TK Smiles
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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 opponent(s). }Terri Morasco: Here comes our #1 contender for Noah Field's Invictus title!
Vasco Dias: He beat a clown--big whoopie. Now he gets to deal with another one...
Terri Morasco: ...except after Extreme Endurance, I don't think TK will be smiling.
Vasco Dias: 'EY!! Leave the puns to me darnit!
{ "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. }Vasco Dias: This ain't gonna be no laughin' matter for Mr. Phoenix over there--not after what happened to Smiles last week.
Terri Morasco: TK ended up on the wrong end of Johnny Gillmen's Wipeout and lost consciousness.
Vasco: But TK didn't give up...
Terri Morasco: ...yet he got a THRILL from locked in good with that hold!
[DING!]
{ The man in stripes calls for the bell, prompting TK to really go after Mike Phoenix and fire off the first salvo. With a sinister smirk on his face, Smiles fires off some hard lefts and rights that reel Phoenix to the corner; cackling with every shot, TK eventually sends his opponent crunching ribs-first into the opposite corner! Mike stumbles and bumbles around the ring for a moment--before winding up on the business end of a snap suplex. Grabbing onto the waist, TK spins Phoenix back around before applying a more traditional belly-to-belly suplex; latching onto the waist once more, Smiles finishes off the hat trick with a hard, high-arcing, release German suplex that sends Mike rolling outside the ring. }Vasco Dias: Smiles off to a great start early on...
Referee: ONE!...TWO!!...
Terri Morasco: Mike Phoenix is one resilient dude. That's why he's your number one Invictus challenger!
{ On the floor, Phoenix shakes off the early spidey-webs as TK just laughs with sheer glee, satisfied with his handiwork so far. As the zebra-man counts to four, Phoenix shakes his head before rolling underneath the bottom rope...only to be stomped on the back by TK! With a Joker-like grin on his mug and nothing to lose, Smiles climbs up to the top buckle and taunts the Philadelphia crowd by mocking Sylvester Stallone, drawing ire. }Vasco Dias: I'm lovin' this picture--Smiles is havin' lots of fun!
Terri Morasco: Wastin' a little time though! I don't TK did his homework!
{ Terri's right...as TK flies off the top, attempting a crossbody, he is immediately plastered in the schnozz by a well-timed, well-placed superkick out of nowhere. Now it's Mike's turn to smile--pun notwithstanding--as he seizes command of the match, grabbing the evil clown by the hair and dishing out some rights and lefts to the temples, reeling Smiles toward the ropes. TK goes for the ride, and as he bounces off the ropes, he's smacked with a good flying forearm! To his credit, Smiles--thriving on pain--bounces right back up, only to end up on the business end of a German suplex...followed by a second and a third to complete the troika. Now it's Phoenix who heads up to the top rope; he plays to the crowd with his "nothing to lose" attitude, earning him a more "mixed" response. }Vasco Dias: Now who's wastin' time?!
Terri Morasco: Phoenix is just havin' fun...much like TK was doing moments ago!
{ TK rises to his feet just as Phoenix flies off, attempting a crossbody block of his own, only to be quickly caught and spun around! But Smiles blows his chance at making a counter when his foot slips on the sweat-covered canvas, prompting Phoenix to twirl his opponent back around and spike him with his Wings of the Phoenix double-arm DDT! TK just lies on the deck, grinning from ear to ear as he continues to live for the pain...that is, 'til his immediately yanked to his feet and shut down for good, courtesy of Mike's signature RKO maneuver dubbed the RED-EYE RUSH! TK Smiles is laid out spread-eagle on the deck as Mike Phoenix covers...}1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
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SEGMENT
āA Statementā
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{As the referees clear the ring from the last match the video screen at the top of the ramp comes to light, causing the crowd to roar with glee and appreciation as they see Nighthawk sitting in a chair with his eyes covered by sunglasses and generally looking like he's been drug through a cheese grater factory by his face.}Nighthawk: "For two weeks now, IWF Home Video has been hounding me. In the parking lot of my school, at pre-negotiated outside bookings, and everywhere else they could. It turns out that they were able to film the whole 2 hours of my torture, and wanted me to see the uncut footage. So, House of Howlett, I've seen the whole thing. Not just the part you showed to distract Derek Brooks when he was about to beat Rob Diamond, but the whole thing.
And I have to ask because it's been killing me ever since I told them to stop playing it for me. What did you want me to feel? Anger? Disgust? Self-pity? Because I feel none of those things.
Instead, what I feel is numb. I felt numb when I was dragged back to the locker room area and put in an ambulance to be stitched up and put back together.
I felt numb when there were so many cuts in my eyes that they ran out of stitches and had to use skin glue instead.
{Nighthawk removes his sunglasses to show where the skin is simply glued shut before putting them back on.}Nighthawk:I felt numb when they saw the welts and marks on my body from being whipped with a steel chain and asked my wife if she wanted them to do a rape kit.
I felt numb when I had to take a 21-hour train ride from New York to Chicago because the change in pressure on the 1-hour airplane fight could have killed me.
I felt numb when I was traveling from doctor to doctor in the greater Chicagoland area to try and get cleared in time from an injury so that I could train people at the school I own and run.
But I don't feel numb anymore. I feel purposeful.
Laura, you and your shock troops, did this to me because I chose to accept a challenge from Cable Arcane. You tried to end my career because I wouldn't back down from a challenge.
And I'm guessing that you're probably assuming I'm not going to do anything about it because I've always talked about being honorable and respectful, and that means being a coward to you.
The trouble with that is this: The people who hang me from a beam in the locker room like a slab of beef and whip me with a chain because dragging me back into consciousness is funny, have lost any respect I might have had for them.
Also, and this was probably the hardest thing for me to admit, I'm not the Nighthawk I've been in other places. That man was the Ace of his company, a multiple-time champion, and I ran the school where the next generation trained. I had responsibilities, and as such, could not be out there acting like a madman.
Here, I have none of that. My legacy is already written in stone. The people who know, the people who know wrestling doesn't start and stop at IWF's front door, know what I've done.
This means I don't have the burden of being accountable to anyone but myself.
So, because my time is short and I have a match to be ready for, I make this promise to the House of Howlett.
I'm back now. And if you want to try and torture me again, do it. Because when you try this time, I'll see you coming. And this time, I will meet you at the door and I... Will.... Break..... YOUR....... BONES."
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MAIN EVENT
SINGLES MATCH
Dre Cutler vs Spike Kane
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{ "Die This Way" by Hopsin hits the speaker system. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as the bass from the song rattles through their chests. The curtain brushes aside and Dre Cutler hops onto the stage, squatting down with his elbows on his thighs as he examines the crowd, a smile on his face. He stands up, head bobbing to the music, and kisses index and middle fingers and points them to the heavens above. He bounces towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He makes his way to a neutral corner and does some quick stretches as he waits for the match to start. }Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler is the break out star of the Heir to the Throne in my opinion!
Vasco Dias: Over Cable Arcane??
Terri Morasco: Cable has been here before, Dre Cutler is new to IWF and still making waves!
Vasco Dias: He failed to beat Spike and he failed to beat Cable!
Terri Morasco: And tonight he could change all of that!
{ 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. }āBROTHERS! MY BROTHERS!
Is this all what we are?
SISTERS! MY SISTERS!
Weāve been crushed by the fists of GOD!!!ā
{ 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: This man right here is the one true legend in our industry!
Terri Morasco: As good as Spike Kane is I feel like heās lost a step!
Vasco Dias: Lost a step? Heās the man of steel champion!
Terri Morasco: A belt he only won with the House of Howlettās help!
Vasco Dias: You can rewrite history all you want but Spike Kane is the Man of Steel Champion and the only worthy of the title LEGEND!
{ The referee calls for the bell and Dre explodes right out of the corner connecting with a running forearm on Spike Kane! Spike falls back and Dre continues hitting him for forearms as Spike shields himself in the corner of the ring. Dre moves to chops and open handed slaps on Spike who is shielding his face from the onslaught. }Terri Morasco: Dre is looking to send a message tonight!
Vasco Dias: The only message being sent is the one the House wants sent!
{ Dre moves into right and left jabs on Spike Kane in the corner but Spike finally breaks it up with a massive headbutt to the bridge of Dreās nose! Spike then roars out of the corner with a massive clothes line on Dre Cutler! Dre tires to get up quickly but Spike is right there with a big time enzugiri and then follows it up with a roaring clothes line that sends Dre head over heels! }Vasco Dias: Thatās what Iām talking about! Spike Kane is a monster!
Terri Morasco: Heās got the momentary advantage but a match isnāt just one or two moves!
{ Spike roars as he steps back and lines up his next shot. Dre is slow to his feet. Spike runs at Dre looking for the spear but Dre fires of a super kick to the face of Spike Kane and follows it right up with a spinning back fist! Spike staggers and Dre grabs him for the Ace Crusher! Spike is down and Dre covers him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: Thatās not even close!!!!
Terri Morasco: Dre is on the attack and Spike canāt handle it!
Vasco Dias: Spike can handle anything!
{ Dre is right up and the crowd is behind him as Spike starts to get up and Dre hits him with a spinning heel kick to the gut. Dre bounces off the ropes and comes back with a swinging neck breaker on Spike Kane! Dre pulls Spike up and throws him hard into the corner of the ring. Dre runs in with a big running knee in the corner on Spike and then sends him out with a big hip toss. Dre quickly climbs to the top rope. }Vasco Dias: What the hell is this nut job doing!?
Terri Morasco: Heās dominating Spike Kane!!
Vasco Dias: No one does this to Spike Kane! Dre Cutler isnāt a legend!
Terri Morasco: Not yet!
{ Dre is looking for a 450 splash but Spike rolls out of the way and hits nothing but mat as Spike gets to his feet and looks infuriated. Spike charges at Dre as he tries to get up and hits a massive spear on Dre Cutler!!! Dre is down and Spike is quick to cover him. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler is still in this!
Vasco Dias: Barely!
{ Spike is right back to his feet and he grabs Dre as he stands. Spike throws Dre hard into the corner of the ring and Spike follows him in with the Bloody Sunday Kick! Dre stumbles and falls out of the corner and Spike Kane is quick to cover him again. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Vasco Dias: That was three!!!
Terri Morasco: That wasnāt even close!
Vasco Dias: Are you blind!
Terri Morasco: I can see as clear as day! Dre kicked out!
{ Spike doesnāt relent as he pulls Dre back to his feet and throws him into the ropes, Dre ducks the clothes line attempt and spring boards off the ropes and connects with a cross body block on Spike Kane! Dre is right up and shakes off Spikeās earlier attack as Kane starts to get up. Dre hits a big enzugiri on Spike Kane and follows it up with a belly to belly suplex! }Terri Morasco: Dre is back!
Vasco Dias: Heās getting lucky! The god of xtreme will handle this!
Terri Morasco: The god of xtreme isnāt looking so good!
{ Dre gets a running start as Spike starts to get up and connects with a flying heel kick! Spike is back down and Dre heads right to the corner of the ring. He climbs up to the top rope and line sup his shot. He leaps off the top with a 450 splash on Spike Kane and sticks the landing looking for the pin fall. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: He nearly had it!
Vasco Dias: That wasnāt even close!
Terri Morasco: Dre is on the rebound!
Vasco Dias: Weāll see about that!
{ Dre is a little slow to his feet and so is Spike Kane but Dre is on him with jab/cross combo that rocks Spike Kane hard. Dre follows it up with a hook/upper cut combo on Spike Kane. Dre hits him with several big European upper cuts that send Spike falling backward into the corner of the ring. Dre grabs him and lifts him up to the top rope. Dre climbs up with him and hits a few more forearm shots before sending Spike flying off the top with a hurricanrana!!! }Terri Morasco: Did you see that!?
Vasco Dias: He should be disqualified for those closed fist punches!
Terri Morasco: Thatās up to the referee!
{ Dre is looking pumped now as he gets the crowd behind him. Dre climbs out onto the apron and grabs the top rope. He uses the rope to spring board back to the inside but Spike is up and catches him with THUNDERSTRUCK!!!! }Vasco Dias: THUNDERSTRUCK!!!!
Terri Morasco: That could be it for Dre Cutler!!!!
Vasco Dias: That is it!
{ Both men are down for several long second before Spike finally rolls over and throws his arm over Dre Cutler. The referee drops down. ONE! TWO! THR-KICK OUT! }Terri Morasco: Dre isnāt down yet!
Vasco Dias: That was three!
Terri Morasco: The referee says two!
Vasco Dias: The referee is an idiot!
{ Spike gets to his feet and he looks pissed as he lines up his next shot. Dre is slow to stand and Spike connects with a stiff kick to the gut as he does and goes to grab him for a second Thunderstruck but Dre blocks it and connects with a release German Suplex! Dre gets up and runs to the rope as Spike stands as well but Dre hits a big running clothes line on Spike! }Terri Morasco: Dre is on the rebound!
Vasco Dias: Spike had him beat!
Terri Morasco: HAD! Thatās the keyword!!!
{ Dre heads out to the apron again when āJekle and Hydeā catches his attention! }Vasco Dias: Itās Rob Diamond!!!!
{ Rob starts to run down the ramp but heās cut off hard by Jake āThe Aceā Conway with a huge ACEPLANT on the ramp!!! }Vasco Dias: NO!!!!
{ Spike is up and distracted as Dre leaps into the ring from the outside with Dre says Hey!!!! He connects with the massive springboard spear on Spike Kane and quickly cover him as Ace stands over Rob Diamond! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }Terri Morasco: DRE CUTLER DID IT!!!
Vasco Dias: NO!!!!
{ Dre is up and celebrating as Zasshu and Cable come out from the back with Laura, Ace is quick to make his way into the crowd as the fans celebrate with him and Dre Cutler who stands victorious over Spike Kane. The house checks on Rob Diamond as Spike rolls out of the ring and Dre is back to his winning ways and cutting his way through the House of Howlett.} 
Well howdy there pardner.