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Post by Riley Gordon on Dec 6, 2016 3:41:09 GMT
 ---------------------------------------------------------- CRUISERWEIGHT INVITATIONAL
SINGLES MATCHNighthawk vs Delvin Raine ---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: āThis next contest is scheduled for one fall and is an opening-round match in the Cruiserweight Invitational Tournament.ā
{The arena lights darken as the intro guitar starts to play, building up as smoke fills the entrance way and as the main riff kicks in Devlin comes sliding out like heās been powered out by a launch rail, leaping out of the smoke to land on the ramp in a run, sliding under the bottom rope to clamber up to a corner and hype up the crowd. }
{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 (Spartan X 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: āIntroducing first, in the corner to my left, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 200 poundsā¦. āDestiny Dealerā Devlin Raine!ā
{Stepping out of the corner, removing his jacket with a dramatic flourish and handing it to a ringside attendant, Devlin steps to the center of the ring and beckons the crowd to get louder and louder which they are only all too happy to do.} Alison Valance: āHis opponent, also from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 poundsā¦.. āThe Master of 1000 Holdsāā¦.. āThe Wrestling Machineā Nighthawk!ā
{As Nighthawk calmly and slowly walks to the center of the ring before unzipping his coat and handing it to the same ringside attendant and bowing to her for the privilege, the crowd roars loud enough to be reminiscent of a jet engine as they chant āBest in the Worldā until the rafters in the building shake.} Terri Morasco: āAnd in the opening round of our Cruiserweight Invitational, we see a rematch that I, for one, have eagerly been looking forward to. When talking about the best matches in the qualifying period of this tournament, I donāt think youād have to get too far before you mentioned Nighthawk vs Devlin Raine. The question you have to ask about the rematch: What adjustments are we going to see from both men?ā
Vasco Dias: āI think, Terri, that question has to go more one way and thatās to the man who lost the match, Devlin Raine. Nighthawk has a general strategy, which he adapts based on what is in front of him. Last week, when he beat Bob Pooler, we saw it. He goes after the left arm, and he stays on it. Devlin Raine needs to figure out some way to take one of Nighthawkās limbs away.ā
{As the referee instructs both men of the rules and how he expects them to conduct themselves each man now looks at each other as if seeing each other for the 1st time, before returning to their respective corners as they go over their strategies one last time while never taking their eyes off of each other even for a moment. Pulling themselves up out of their respective corners as the referee signals for the bell to be rung Nighthawk reaches up and undoes the top knot that keeps his shoulder-length cherry bomb-red locks tied to the top of his head, keeping his eyes on Devlin even as the crowd continues to chant āBest in the Worldā. Circling each other tentatively neither man seems to be all that interested in making the 1st move before they finally lock up and they jockey for position until they find themselves tied up in the ropes as they continue to push against each other before the referee finally steps in to force a clean break which he is able to get after a surprisingly high amount of negotiation between both men. Leaning against the top strand of ring rope for a moment, re-tying the spandex on his blue-and-orange sunburst-pattern gloves, Nighthawk stretches out using the ropes for a moment before moving back in to lock up in the center of the ring with his fellow Chicagoan as he looks for a standing overhead wristlock only to get countered smoothly right into a standing cravate right back by Devlin Raine who finds that countered by Nighthawk right back into the wristlock he wanted originally before using the arm to spin through into a La Majistral that gets a 2-count which Devlin reverses back into one of his own that also gets a 2-count before both men fire seated dropkicks from their knees. Stretching out their wrists while in simultaneous wrestlerās crouches both men offer their hands out to the other to shake hands before each saying āAfterā and pulling themselves up to their feet. Going back to the collar-and-elbow lock up Devlin quickly executes a beautifully timed back heel trip, and quickly rolls through that into a prawn hold that gets another 2-count before Nighthawk is able to transition into one of his own that also manages to get a 2-count. Glaring holes through his opponent the āWrestling Machineā pulls himself up to his feet and immediately goes back to the lockup where he is able to get a wristlock as Devlin quickly tries to figure out some way to escape this hold, first by trying to step through and somehow slip out the back door only to find that avenue blocked as Nighthawk continues to keep the wristlock applied and is in fact beginning to put even more pressure on the hold. Trying to apply the beginnings of a cravate with his right hand in an attempt to get the wristlock loosened Devlin canāt do that either as Nighthawk sees that attempt coming and continues to crank on the wristlock, until the āDestiny Dealerā is guided to the mat. Kipping up Devlin tries to reverse the wristlock only to get taken down to the mat where he tries to roll through only for Nighthawk to roll through and keep the wristlock applied, until Devlin is able to sneak his legs up and apply a headscissors takeover on the āMan of 1000 Holdsā.} Terri Morasco: āNighthawk remaining dogged on that left arm, Vasco, as you said earlier he would want to do. I think early on, as these 2 remember each other and what each man can bring to the table, youāre going to see a lot of mat wrestling.ā
Vasco Dias: āIf youāre Devlin Raine, though, you have to keep Nighthawk away from your left arm. We saw how dogged he was on it last week against Bob Pooler, and heās got so many different ways he can attack that arm that you want to try and take away his ability to do that. Slowing the match down, and keeping him on defense, is one way.ā
{Shaking out his left arm from the work that has already been done on it Devlin gets a small scowl on his face and then crosses both of his ankles together around the neck of Nighthawk as he looks to secure the headscissors tightly, digging his elbows deeper and deeper in the area of muscle between the shoulders. Positioning himself as a barrier between himself and the ropes Devlin now continues to dig the elbows in between the shoulders while he allows the headscissors to do its work, shaking out his left arm as he tries to get as much feeling back in the limb as he possibly can. shaking his left hand no when the referee comes in to see if he wants to quit Nighthawk now begins to try and work out the best kind of escape from the position that he finds himself in, first rocking his upper body left and then right in quick succession only to see that gambit stopped in its tracks when Devlin simply cranks ever tighter on the headscissors while wagging his index finger no towards the crowd which draws a surprisingly loud roar of approval even as the crowd goes right back to chanting āBest in the Worldā for Nighthawk. Continuing to work on a way out of this headscissors the āWrestling Machineā continues to signal that heās not ready to submit as he places his fingers on the bootlaces of the āDestiny Dealerā before standing up gracefully until he is in a full headstand, and then coming right back down just as gracefully to pry the legs apart thus escaping the headscissors. Stepping towards the ropes Nighthawk stretches out the muscles in his neck as Devlin sits on the mat for a moment, clearly frustrated by how things are going up to now, before pulling himself up to his feet and stretching out against the ropes. Moving back into the center of the ring both men lock up with each other again, and again jockey for position until they find themselves near the ropes where the referee quickly forces a break of both men. } Terri Morasco: āIn a rematch like this, Nighthawk and Devlin Raine are each wrestling with a lot less aggressiveness than I think so many might have expected. This is really a human chess match.ā
Vasco Dias: āAs an experienced wrestler, Terri, I can see both men thinking. Itās rare that you can say that about two men as technically, and fundamentally, sound as both of these men are. But with whatās on the line, and the fact that each man knows intimately what the other can do, you are seeing them think and that means the pace is a lot slower, and frankly a lot less fluid, than it was in their 1st match.ā
{Leaning against the ropes for a moment Nighthawk takes a drink of bottled water before moving back into the center of the ring as Devlin gives him a wide berth to do exactly that while shaking out his left arm. Going back to the collar-and-elbow both men again jockey for position and push against each other until they find themselves near the ropes where the referee steps in to force a clean break, which he gets only for Devlin to immediately apply a standing cravate which he quickly takes down with a snapmare right into a seated version. Yanking back on the hold until he has Nighthawk over both of his knees in a surfboard position Devlin draws the referee over to have him check to see if a submission is forthcoming, only for Nighthawk to use that opening to float all the way through into a pinning combination that gets a quick 1-count and forces Devlin to let go of the cravate. Leaning against the ropes again, both men sweating noticeably as the pace and effort both men are putting into this match is now becoming clear, Devlin moves back into the center of the ring before putting his left hand above his head in a test of strength challenge. Taking a moment to glance at this, measuring the situation as Devlin continues to hold his left hand in front of the āWrestling Machineā while the crowd chants āBest in the Worldā, Nighthawk remains stoic as he moves to take the knucklelock challenge before simply spinning through into a brutal standing double wristlock right through into a dragon screw on the left arm which causes the referee to wince in pain before he goes for a Kimura lock as Devlin quickly scrambles to dip his body outside the ropes to force a break of the hold. Rolling to the floor to catch his breath and shake his left arm Devlin takes a seat at the timekeeperās table while he takes his own drink of water as a fan moves close enough to the guardrail to take a selfie with the āDestiny Dealerā who poses for the picture before rolling back into the ring at the count of 7. Rolling to the floor himself Nighthawk takes a selfie with the same fan before he rolls back in the ring and immediately goes back to the collar-and-elbow lockup as both men jockey for position against the other, finally finding themselves against the ropes again. But unlike previous times, both men refuse to break as easily and cleanly as they did before and the referee has to step in between them and threaten a double-disqualification to get both men to let go as the āMan of 1000 Holdsā and the āDragon Slayerā glare at each other with more heat in their eyes.} Terri Morasco: āAnd in a match that has been a battle of wits for most of it, we are now beginning to see tempers start to flare. You have to wonder how much longer weāre going to see this highly scientific battle stay this way, and if a brawl is going to break out.ā
Vasco Dias: āI donāt often attack a wrestlerās game plan, but Devlin Raine cannot leave his left arm as defenseless as it was. In a match this important, where youāve been wrestling even-up with the best pure technician on the roster and arguably in the world, taking your eye off of the ball for even a moment is a bad idea. It didnāt cost him right then, but it is not a good sign going forward that Devlin even had that as a thing in his mind.ā
{Standing in the center of the ring, making fists with his left hand as he tries any way that he can to get some feeling back in his left arm as he is clearly getting more and more frustrated, Devlin again goes back to the collar-and-elbow lockup as he seems intent on keeping this a wrestling match for as long as he can. Using his 15-pound weight advantage to bull Nighthawk to the ropes Devlin waits until the referee forces the clean break before landing a hard knife-edge chop to the chest and then another, as he apparently was merely setting a trap for his opponent. Leaning against the ropes for a moment Nighthawk nods his head before returning fire with a massive european uppercut and then a fusillade of machine-gun chops which send Devlin down to a knee. Looking to take advantage of the situation Nighthawk rolls to the ring apron and appears to be going for a springboard frankensteiner only for Devlin to hit him with a running forearm shiver that sends the āWrestling Machineā flying face-first into the guardrail. Seeing his chance to perhaps land a kill shot Devlin waits until a dazed Nighthawk staggers back towards the ring and then leaps over the top rope and lands on the apron before hitting a running superior football kick to the face followed by a diving seated senton off of the ring apron. Rolling Nighthawk back in the āDestiny Dealerā quickly goes for a cover, putting extra weight on the chest as he canāt hook the leg due to the state of his left arm, and only gets a 2-count. Quickly hooking in a seated abdominal stretch Devlin now begins to mockingly lead the crowd in rhythmic clapping and punctuates each clap with harder and harder open-hand blows to the chest of Nighthawk, before giving that up and going back to another cover. Again getting another 2-count Devlin pulls Nighthawk up to his feet and insultingly slaps him across the face before landing a massive forearm shiver only to see Nighthawk return fire with a hard forearm that doesnāt have nearly as much on it as he might have wanted, causing an infuriated āDragon Slayerā to hit a stiff enzuigiri that lands with an audible crack on the āMan of 1000 Holdsā.} Terri Morasco: āAnd the longer and longer the match goes, the more you can see the arduous schedule, and the beating heās taken in those matches, start to wear on Nighthawk. We have grown accustomed to him taking heavy shots and returning fire. That last chop had almost nothing on it. Vasco, you have to wonder. Is tonight the night where the spirit is still burning, but the body is no longer willing?ā
Vasco Dias: āI think, in all this concern about whatās happening with Nighthawk, it may be that weāre not giving Devlin enough credit. He has now drawn Nighthawk, a man renowned for his strategic acumen, into a match where strategy is the least important element. If this keeps up, at the pace itās going, maybe Devlin has the opening that he needs to pull off what everyone would consider to be a pretty big upset.ā {Covering quickly Devlin does not hook a leg, allowing Nighthawk to pop off of the mat at the count of 2. Figuring he may need to wear his man down some more before attempting another cover Devlin backs up and waits for a dazed Nighthawk to get to his feet before locking in a sleeper hold using the sideways grip made famous by Nick Bockwinkel. But before he can get the hold fully applied Nighthawk is able to escape out of it by hitting a jawbreaker and then landing a jumping enzuigiri of his own that sends Devlin to a knee. But as he rushes off looking for a palm strike Nighthawk walks right into a massive Michinoku Driver that folds him in half like an accordion. Applying a prawn hold just to be sure Devlin, and the sold-out crowd, both roar in shock as Nighthawk somehow manages to kick out at the count of 2. Slumping against the bottom rope face-down Nighthawk tries to pull himself back up to his feet only to be drilled with another hard forearm shiver to the face followed by a jumping elbowdrop to the chest. Covering lackadaisically, the pace of the match now beginning to tell for him as well, Devlin mutters a curse word to himself as well when the referee informs him that Nighthawk managed to get his boot on the bottom rope. Pulling him up to his feet Nighthawk somehow manages to again fire a trio of elbows to the head only for the āDestiny Dealerā to shrug those off and land a gorgeous standing dropkick right to the chin of the āWrestling Machineā who slumps to a seated position on the mat as if catatonic. Covering tightly, his left arm having come back to him as much as itās going to, Devlin again is shocked when Nighthawk manages to kick out again at the count of 2. Frustrated to the point of near-catatonia himself Devlin sits on the mat for a moment, pulling his kneepads back up and removing a stray thread of wrist tape while thinking of what to do next before the idea comes to him. Picking Nighthawk up by his hair he again lands an audibly sharp forearm shiver to the face which wobbles him long enough for the āDragon Slayerā to go for and get a gorgeous bridging dragon suplex that only gets a 2-count as the boots of the āMan of 1000 Holdsā manage to hook onto the 2nd rope.} Terri Morasco: āFor all of the time weāve watched Nighthawk, ever since he arrived here, no one has handled his offense and laid a beating on him in the way weāre seeing Devlin Raine do it right now. But you have to wonder this: Is he starting to run out of tools in the arsenal?ā
Vasco Dias: āOn February 9th, 1997 one of the most famous junior heavyweight matches in history happened between Jushin Liger and Shinjiro Ohtani. Near the end of that match, Ohtani hit a dragon suplex but Liger was in the ropes in much the same way as what we just saw. The match went on for a while longer after that, but if you looked at Ohtaniās face you could tell he was a dead man walking. Are we going to see that same look in the eyes of Devlin Raine? And will he be able to overcome that moment of doubt?ā {Looking at the referee, almost on the verge of tears, Devlin moves to the ring apron and goes for a springboard clothesline only for Nighthawk to alley-oop him onto the ring apron where Devlin lands an enzuigiri to the back of the head that again lands with a crack. Seeing his opening Devlin heads up for a springboard clothesline only to be caught out of the air by Nighthawk with a gorgeously timed counter dropkick to the jaw before he slumps against the ropes, his eyes glassy, as the crowd chants āBest in the Worldā in an attempt to rally their chosen man back into battle while the referee checks in on both men to make sure that they are physically able to continue. Convinced that they are both men now crawl towards each other and begin trading forearms on their knees, each blow landing with harder and harder force until the sweat is flying off of their chests as the crowd somehow rises to their feet one more time along with both competitors. Beckoning Nighthawk to give him his best shot Devlin takes a trio of hard european uppercuts only to grab Nighthawk and pull him back in looking for another enzuigiri only for Nighthawk to duck and look to grab a waistlock. Kicking him off Devlin watches as Nighthawk flies face-first into the 2nd turnbuckle and slumps in the corner only to be caught by a huge running corner dropkick to the face followed almost seamlessly by an equally massive brainbuster. Covering quickly, hooking both legs, Devlin looks at the referee absolutely shocked as Nighthawk somehow managed to kick out a mere fraction of a second before the officialās hand came down for 3. Removing yet more stray tape from around his wrists Devlin waits for Nighthawk to get to his feet and again signals for the dragon suplex only for the āWrestling Machineā to duck through the waistlock into a prawn hold that gets a long 2-count before landing another european uppercut as the āDestiny Dealerā gets to his feet. Charging in both men land clotheslines on each other simulteanously before Devlin lands another stiff forearm shiver and goes for another clothesline only to be caught with a rebound superkick that sends him into the corner where Nighthawk follows him in with a massive running european uppercut followed by the Dead on Time.} {Signaling the end of the match Nighthawk goes for the Orange Crush only for Devlin to roll through the attempt and landthe Unmei. Covering quickly, hooking both legs tightly just to be sure, Devlin slumps against the mat almost in tears when the refereeās hand hits the mat a 3rd time before Nighthawk was able to kick out.} Alison Valance: āThe winner of the match, advancing in the tournamentā¦.. āThe Destiny Dealerā Devlin Raine!ā
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CRUISERWEIGHT INVITATIONAL SINGLES MATCH Jayson Matthews vs Johnny Gillmen
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{ We tune back into Monday Night Sacrifice, where we see an outside shot of Raleigh's PNC Arena on a somewhat gloomy night, but it's a party on the inside as we see some shots of the crowd cheering and waving signs. We then transition to a graphic feature mugshots of Johnny Gillmen and Jayson Matthews, along with their respective stats. }
Terri Morasco: We are back with the Cruiser Weight Invitational portion of Sacrifice...where we've got a DANDY of a first-round matchup of the elimination bracket as Johnny Gillmen and Jayson tango!
Vasco Dias: And the only thing I wanna see is JJ dancin' naked to the Spice Girls while he was on that cruise!
Terri Morasco: Oh will you get serious?!
{ The graphic switches to a series of slo-mo highlights showing the two combatants in action. Jayson Matthews tries to outflank the Islander alum early on with a variety of martial arts kicks and punches. Eventually, he manages to apply an armbar before transitioning into a high-arcing vertical suplex; he then executes a spinning headscissors takedown and pinning combination on Johnny that scores a two-count. Another set of highlights focus on Gillmen's raw potential, as he manages to outfox Matthews with a variety of sleek suplexes and dropkicks; he manages to apply a slick crucifix that nets him a count of two as well. We see the lasting image of Gillmen and Jayson in a Mexican standoff. }
Vasco Dias: The ol' cliche says it all...back and forth, to and fro, where this match will stop, nobody knows...
Terri Morasco: That's right. Johnny and Jayson gave each other all they could handle in this one!
Vasco Dias: Much like a scene from the sequel to "Brokeback Mountain!"
Terri Morasco: WILL YOU STOP!?!! Before my *coughcoughpartnercoughcough* has his mind go completely into the commode, we're gonna take you to the end of this hard-fought match. Someone had to win, someone had to lose...
{ We transition to ringside for the live-action coverage just as Jayson Matthews hits Johnny Gillmen with his Experience trademark maneuver combination! The Raleigh crowd, split 50-50 with Gillmen and Matthews supporters, reacts as Matthews goes for the pin. }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!!!!!
{ Jayson stands up shaking his head, calmly muttering to himself as the man in stripes holds up two fingers. Wanting to put an end to the match quickly and quietly, Jayson pulls JJ up to his feet, setting him up for his patented RIBKRACKER Codebreaker finisher...only for the latter to spin Jayson around and nail him with his own trademark Reverse Blast backwards hurracanrana! Matthews goes flying to the deck, and Gillmen goes for the pin! }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEE--NOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Terri Morasco: So close!
Vasco Dias: Close only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and handeggs!
{ Now it's Johnny's turn to shake his head, mustering a slight facepalm as the zebra-dude, once more, holds up the dreaded two fingers. But the ex-Islander doesn't hesitate for a moment, placing Jayson Matthews in his cutthroat torture rack position! }
Terri Morasco: Hang Ten comin' up!
{ Indeed, Gillmen twirls Jayson around and spikes him to the mat with his signature HANG TEN move! The fans roar with approval as JJ goes for the cover, hooking the leg! }
1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
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CRUISERWEIGHT INVITATIONAL
SINGLES MATCH
Chris Fenell vs Zasshu
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Terri Morasco: Welcome back to the Cruiser Weight Invitational and our third match of the evening.
Vasco Dias: This next one is shaping up to be a one sided affair as the House of Howlettās golden boy Zasshu takes Chris Fenell to task.
Terri Morasco: Itās hardly been a one sided match as the two went back and forth through out the opening minutes of the match.
{ We cut to Zasshu attacking Chris with a variety of kicks but Fenell managing to jump over one with a front flip and then hitting the ropes for a spring board drop kick. }
Vasco Dias: Yes, if you pin point moments of the match like that it looks even but watch this.
{ We come back to Fenell on the top rope and leaping off but Zasshu gets his knees up and Fenell lands gut first on the knees of the masked man. Back to his feet now Zasshu throws Fenell into the ropes and hits him with a big leg lariat. }
Terri Morasco: Needless to say both men are looking to pick up the victory in the match as we join it in progress.
Vasco Dias: With the masked warrior in full control.
{ Fenell is down after a hellacious Zasshu driver. Zasshu gets a running start and hits the ropes, he rebounds off and looks for the rolling thunder but this time itās Fenell who gets his knees up and Zasshu who lands hard. Fenell pushes Zasshu off of him and gets back to his feet, he runs to the ropes and hits a spring board moon sult on Zasshu. }
Terri Morasco: A nice turn of events here as Chris Fenell takes back control in this match.
Vasco Dias: I donāt care who this kid is or where he has wrestled, Zasshu is going to win this match for the House!
Terri Morasco: Heās got an uphill battle if he hopes to accomplish that.
{ Fenell goes to the corner now but Zasshu is up and runs up behind Chris who back flips off the ropes and lands behind Zasshu and grabs him for a wicked blue thunder bomb out of the corner. Fenell covers but Zasshu is quick to kick out. He takes Zasshu by the mask and pulls him to his feet but the masked man fires off a karate chop combo that staggers Chris and then punts him hard into the corner. Zasshu charges in and grabs him for the monkey flip out of the corner. }
Vasco Dias: This is what Iām talking about when I say Zasshu is the best cruiser weight on the planet!
Terri Morasco: He wouldnāt be in the tournament if he wasnāt one of the best.
Vasco Dias: NO! He is the best!
{ Zasshu looks set to finish Fenell off when the crowd pops big and he looks up to the stage to see Johnny Gillmen saunter out with a pizza, a drink and a chair in hand. He sets up the chair and sits down to watch as Zasshu glares up at him. }
Vasco Dias: Whatās the idiot doing out here!?
Terri Morasco: It looks like heās come to enjoy the match.
Vasco Dias: Enjoy seeing Chris lose just like heāll lose if he faces Zasshu in the tournament!?
Terri Morasco: Or probably to get a better look at the man who attacked him last week.
{ Zasshu continues to look up to Gillmen who gestures for him to turn around but heās too late as Chris comes past him and off the ropes with a spring board Asai DDT! Fenell is right up to his feet and leaps to the top rope where he comes off the top with the Shooting Chris Press and the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }
Vasco Dias: Zasshu was robbed!
Terri Morasco: He should have paid attention to his opponent!
{ Fenell moves on in the tournament as he celebrates while Gillmen takes a bite of his pizza and shakes his head at the disappointing performance of Zasshu. } ----------------------------------------------------------
CRUISERWEIGHT INVITATIONAL
SINGLES MATCH
El GrandƩ Malo vs. Buck Spencer
---------------------------------------------------------- {Allison is just receiving her mic back from ringside as the show returns. She hurries to the middle of the ring and raises it to her lips.} Allison Valance: The following contest it set for one fall! Introducing firstā¦ {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.} Allison Valance: Making his way to the ring from ā¦ somewhere in Texas ā¦ here is ā¦ BUCK ā¦ SPENNNNNCER!!! {Spencer begins to slowly make his way down to the ring, eyeing the fans the whole way through. He then makes his way along the railing until he comes to a woman who looks at him in disgust. He looks at her; looks right into her soul as the look of disgust falls away and a new look appears. Buck Spencer smiles as he leans in and plants a rather risque kiss on the woman before walking away and heading up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. He quickly steps through the ropes and parades himself around the ring for a moment before going to his corner.} Allison Valance: And his opponentā¦ {The house lights dim slightly as the words āOLĆā appear on the screen. The fans begin chanting along with the music as El GrandĆ© Malo bursts out from behind the curtain. He stomps his way out to the center of the stage, bouncing up and down in time with the music.} Allison Valance: From Mexico, Maine ā¦ he is āThe Pride of Mexico ā¦ā {He hops up and down pointing into the air and quickly begins jogging down toward the ring, slapping the outstretched hands along the way, before sliding into the ring and heading for the nearest corner. He scales the turnbuckles and continues to hype up the chanting crowd before dropping down and pulling on the nearby top rope.} Allison Valance: EEELLL GRAAANDĆĆĆ MAAALLLOOO!!! {As the music dies down there is one more round of chanting for the pair in the ring.} OLĆ! ā¦ OLĆ! ā¦ OLĆ! ā¦ OLĆ! ā¦ OLĆ! ā¦ OLĆ! BUCK! ā¦ BUCK! ā¦ BUCK! ā¦ BUCK! ā¦ BUCK! {The referee sends both men to their corners. Spencer paces back and forth while Malo simply waits. With a signal to the timekeeper, the match is underway!
Spencer sneers as he stalks out of his corner and toward the masked man. Malo is more cautious as he steps out and closes the distance between himself and his opponent. He feints high with a jab and as Spencer ducks back sends a boot into his gut instead! As Spencer doubles over Malo hooks up both of his arms and begins throwing knees up into his face and chest while the fans gleefully count along.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!
After the tenth strike El GrandĆ© Malo shouts out to the crowd and drills the Runninā Reb into the canvas with a double underhook DDT! The audience answers back with a mirrored shout in support.} OLĆ!!! {Malo floats right around and goes for the pin. The referee quickly slides in for the count. The Luchador decides to hook the leg for good measure.
ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!
Spencer gets the shoulder up well before the count of two.} Terri Morasco: Early pin attempt there by Malo, but Buck easily manages to kick out. Vasco Dias: What a fool. Did he really think that was all it was going to take to keep Spencer down? {Malo doesnāt get frustrated, but rolls to his feet and waits for Spencer to stand. As soon as Buck is vertical Malo rushes in, going for a crossbody. Spencer ducks the shoulder however, and counters with a Samoan drop that rattles the turnbuckles!
Malo is still shaking his head to get the cobwebs out as Spencer backs toward the edge of the ring. When the Luchador pushes up onto his knees Spencer drops back into the ropes for some extra momentum and races forward for a huge running knee that catches the kneeling Malo right in the face! Malo is dazed and topples to the canvas where Spencer immediately drops for a pin of his own!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!!
El GrandƩ Malo kicks out after just two!} Terri Morasco: And now the shoe is on the other foot as a pin attempt from Spencer fails! Vasco Dias: Just give it time. {Spencer scowls and pushes to his feet. As soon as Malo gets to a vertical base Spencer is there to fold him in half with a massive clothesline. Malo is clearly rattled, but perseveres and gets back to his feet anyway. Malo staggers more than dives in, but Spencer is ready with a devastating backbreaker!
As El GrandĆ© Malo lays on the mat Spencer heads for the corner. He stomps his feet up and down as the fans begin to chant ā¦} REB ā¦ REB ā¦ REB ā¦ REB!!! Vasco Dias: Here we go, Terri, Buck is about to tear this pasty luchador in half! {Malo makes his way up to one knee, pushing himself up to a shaky, but standing position. He turns towards the sound of the stomps just as Spencer comes barreling in, nailing him with the Sack! But before he can go for the pin, Malo begins to roll away! Spencer shakes his head, as Malo practically crawls toward the ropes. The fans are behind the Luchador, trying to will him to his feet.} LETāS GO MA-LO, LETāS GO!!! LETāS GO MA-LO, LETāS GO!!! {El GrandĆ© Malo hauls himself up, whirling around to put eyes on Spencer. Buck is already moving, stalking forward toward the smaller man. Malo leaps, going for a flying elbow with a sudden burst of energy! BUT SPENCER CATCHES HIM MID AIR!!!} Vasco Dias: Hah! {Spencer holds him for a moment before tossing him up and onto his shoulders, drivig Malo down into the canvas with his Touchdown driver, much to the horror of the audience. Smirking from ear to ear, Spencer drops and folds both of Maloās arms across his chest before making the pin.
ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!} Vasco Dias: What?!?! Terri Morasco: Malo kicked out! After all that Malo kicked out!!! {Spencer snarls and gets to his feet, reaching down to haul Malo up, but the Luchador sends him reeling with a chop! Malo is on his feet in a flash and catches Buck on the side of the head with a high roundhouse kick! Spencer staggers back and Malo catches him in the gut with a spinning back kick!} Terri Morasco: Malo looks like heās rallying! Heās found that second wind! Vasco Dias: Heās just wearing himself down and delaying the inevitable. {Before the masked one can go for another shot Spencer surges forward looking for another big clothesline. BUT MALO DUCKS UNDER!!! Spencer whips aroundā¦ RIGHT INTO AN UNEXPECTED SUPERKICK!!!
Buck staggers back, catching himself on the ropes so that he doesnāt fall. Spencer locks eyes with Malo. For a moment the two just glare at one another. Then Spencer bursts forward at top speed.} Vasco Dias: Heās going for the Sack!! This is it! Terri Morasco: NO!!! {As Spencer closes in El GrandĆ© Malo counters with an exploder suplexā¦ RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!!! Spencer crashes into the corner so hard that the audience goes silent for just a moment! The big man tumbles down, landing in a seated position, and the crowd is right back to cheering. Malo backs across the ring as the fans just get louder. Buck looks out of it.} OLĆ!!! OLĆ!!! OLĆ!!! OLĆ!!! OLĆ!!! {With a flourish Malo races across the ring and ā¦ } Vasco Dias: SPENCER, LOOK OUT! {Buck nearly leaps to his feet and catches the airborn luchador off guard. Spencer grabs hold of Malo and doubles him over with a hard knee to the gut. Malo doesnāt stand a chance as Buck grabs hold and sends him on a one-way trip Way Down South with a vicious spike piledriver.}Terri Morasco: Malo went for the SĆŗper Ćltimo Ataque! Vasco Dias: Doesnāt look like too super to me {Buck grabs Malo and drags him away from the corner. When heās well clear of the ropes, he drops and hooks the leg. The referee swoops in as the crowd counts along.} ONE! ā¦ TWO! ā¦ THREE!!! {āMouth for War hits and the crowd is deafening as referee raises Spencerās hand in victory.} Allison Valance: And here is your winnerā¦ and advancing to the next round of the Cruiserweight Invitational ā¦ BUUUUUUCK SPENNNNNNCER!!!!! {Buck turns a slow circle in the ring, before cracking his neck to the side.} Vasco Dias: That right there, Terri, thatās the man whoās going to be walking out as the Cruiserweight Invitational winner! Terri Morasco: Well, Buck has a few more men to go through on that journey ā but I wouldnāt be surprised if your bold prediction turns out to be true in the end.
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SEGMENT
āNo Competition.ā
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{ āLong live the Chiefā by Jidenna hits the PA to open the show and the fans in the PNC center lose their minds with boos as Cable Arcane comes strutting out onto the stage in a dashing three piece black suit, clearly tailored to fit his body perfectly. }
Vasco Dias: And there he is! The reigning! Defending! IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION! CABLE ARCANE!!!
Terri Morasco: Cable Arcane was able to successfully defend his Imperial Championship in the Extinction Event last week, not without a little help from the House of Howlett.
Vasco Dias: Theyāre a team! That was team work!
Terri Morasco: Using bolt cutters to enter the cage and completely throw the match into disarray is not team work!
Vasco Dias: Well theyāre a team and it worked so by definition-
Terri Morasco: They cheated whether you want to admit it or not.
{ Cable looks around himself as the crowd starts to chant āPAPER CHAMPā at him but he only laughs as he starts to walk toward the ring, the Imperial Championship proudly slung over his shoulder. He ignores the ring side fans as he walks past them and up the steps into the ring where Alison Valance hands him a microphone. }
Vasco Dias: Here we go, the champ is about to speak!
Cable Arcane: Last Sunday at Survival of the Fittest I stepped in the Extinction Event and did EXACTLY what I told all of you I was going to do! I DOMINATED THE COMPETITION!
Vasco Dias: Hell yes!
Terri Morasco: Seriously?
Cable Arcane: I took the ābestā IWF has to offer and exposed all three of them for the lackluster competition that they are! I demanded a real challenge! I demanded IWF give me someone worth fighting! I told them that if they couldnāt meet these demands then I would take my talent somewhere else. Wellā¦
Vasco Dias: Oh no! Whatās he saying?
Terri Morasco: I think heās saying heās done with IWF.
{ The crowd is chanting āASSHOLE!ā at Cable who looks around himself with a totally pissed off look on his face. }
Cable Arcane: Since IWF failed to meet my demands tonight will be the LAST night you see The Best in the World in an IWF ring!
Vasco Dias: NO! Donāt go Cable!
Terri Morasco: Honestly, good riddance.
Cable Arcane: This company is a joke! The boys in the back are a joke! You fans? Youāre the biggest joke of all, tuning in week after week after week to see the same group of men dominate this roster and call it entertaining! The House of Howlett has run this company since the Heir to the Throne, weāve buried the talent and cemented ourselves as the best this company has to offer! Maybe you idiots prefer your entertainment like a shitty Marvel Comics movie where itās paint by the numbers! But I donāt! I like competition, I like a challenge, I like to know Iām being pushed to be better than I was the week before and this company? It no longer offers that.
{ The asshole chants have turned into āShut the fuck up!ā chants but Cable just continues. }
Cable Arcane: Not for me. So if you idiots care to see the Best in the World do what no one else in this company can and defend the Imperial Championship against REAL competition I invite you to follow me out the door because Iām gone.
{ With that Cable drops the microphone and heads toward the ropes when suddenly "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps erupts from the loud speakers and IWF COO Roberto Verona emerges from behind the curtains clutching a mic in one hand and his own Imperial Championship over his other shoulder. He looks down at Cable as he waits for his music to die down before raising the microphone to his lips. }
Roberto Verona: Cable, Cable, Cableā¦ leaving so soon? I have to admit, I always hoped you had at least a tenth of the balls you like to project to the world but it seems like once again I am going to rendered sorely disappointed in the inadequacy of my employees.
{ Verona begins to pace slowly. }
Roberto Verona: Correct me if my hearing is getting on a bit from all the chair shots to the skull over the years butā¦ did I hear correctly that youāre planning on leaving IWF and taking that paper crown with you? You must excuse me for being so surprised and wishing to confirm your intentions Mr Arcane because I was lead to believe that you, the great Cable Arcane, was, and I quote, āthe best in the worldā and yetā¦ here you are. Tucking your tail between your legs, sulking off the minor leagues where the competition can only get less prestigious and your profile can only reduce. It sounds a little to me like the ābest in the worldā is determined to ensure that his world shrinks ever smaller until thereās no competition left and we both know what they call champions who try to run and hide from a fightā¦
{ Roberto smiles. }
Roberto Verona: Hereās a clue, big guy, itās not ābest in the worldā, far from it. Now, there are many who have encouraged me to sit you down and thrash this whole issue out, to give you everything you want so you stay on our programming and continue to represent this company as itās ālegitimateā champion, that IWF couldnāt possibly cope without an Imperial champion representing it week in, week outā¦
{ Verona shrugs his should, bringing his own belt forward as he pats it. }
Roberto Verona: But thatās not strictly true, is it? Iāve said it sine Night of the Immortals and Iāll say it again, I am the legitimate, reigning, defending, undisputed, undefeated Imperial champion, the only thing this company stands to lose if you take your ball and go home to the indies is a man desperately trying to crawl out of my shadow with an illegitimate placeholder around his waist. You donāt want to defend your token prize in this company? Then step aside whilst a real champion demonstrates how to represent a company and prove that he is the unequivocal best professional wrestler in the world.
{ Roberto begins to slowly walk down the ramp. }
Roberto Verona: Now if youād be so kind as to exit my ring and run away like the little bitch you areā¦
{ The crowd āooohhhhsā as Cable scoops his mic back up off the ground. }
Cable Arcane: Legitimate champion!? Where the hell were you when I dominated the Heir to the Throne!? Where the hell were you when I crushed Jayson Matthews like a little insect!? Where the hell were you when Dre Cutler challenged me!? When Falcon challenged me!? Where the hell have you been while Iāve been representing this company as the Best in the World!?
Vasco Dias: He has a point.
Cable Arcane: Iāll tell you where youāve been! Sulking at home after your ābest friendā owned you in the center of the ring and you escaped with that title by the skin of your teeth! Youāve had every opportunity to challenge me for the REAL Imperial Championship and instead youāve sat at home doing absolutely nothing while Iāve embarrassed your āprestigiousā roster! I am the ONLY champion that matters! I am the REAL Imperial Champion. As far as Iām concerned the only paper champion here is the man on the stage who only āretainedā in his last defense by technicality! Where as me? Iāve not only won all of my defenses but Iāve won them by a goddamn land slide.
{ Roberto smiles. }
Roberto Verona: Did that hit a little close to home, Cable? Newsflash, I run a billion dollar company rather than just stand in the middle of a ring and run my mouth. Iāve stood back and allowed you to shine, the reality is the only reason anybody gives anything remotely approaching a damn about you is because Iāve allowed them to. That right there, that stage upon which youāve accomplished everything of worth in your miserable little life? Thatās my platform. I gave it to you. I allowed you to flourish. I allowed you to declare to the world that youāre the best without a collective of sniggers in response. Everything you have is because I let you have it.
{ Verona walks a little further down the ramp. }
Roberto Verona: You really think youāre the best? Then why not prove it? Oh I get it, youāve won a few matches, got a spring in your step right? Thatās cute, in fact it is downright adorable. The only place you are going to prove how good you are is here, you can go milk a few promoters dry as your star wanes outside IWF if you so desire but let me make one thing clear. I will strip you of everything that you have that defines you. Your name, your brand, your history. If you want to go and be Fable Starcane, the man with no identity and a replica belt with a bank balance so far into the negative no amount of desperate promotions will be able to dig you out then be my guest. If you really want to show everybody youāre āthe bestā, then you can start by shutting your mouth and demonstrating it here. The place where you can be everything you claim to be and more, the place where you can become richer than you every possible managed and the place you can be immortalized on a global scale. Itās your choice, but let me make this clear. Itās a one-time offer, either walk your ass out of my arena or be the man you claim to be.
{ Cable leans over the ropes to address Verona. }
Cable Arcane: You keep pushing this idea that IWF is the best of the best of the best. Yet the only competition you have for me is Falcon, JFK, Adam Knite, a group of washed up nobodies who experienced the best years of their careers in a dead company! Or Dre Cutler, a green ass rookie straight out of your little performance center! But you know what Roberto, you want to threaten me and my livelihood? Go ahead, Iāll hang around, Iāll continue to take every challenge you throw my way and Iāll continue to BEAT THEM INTO THE GROUND! Because as long as I hold this!
{ He raises up his Imperial Championship. }
Cable Arcane: I am the BEST IN THE WORLD! Iāve never run from a challenge, Iāve never avoided competition! I made my name outside of IWF and Iāll continue to dominate IWF! And if you ever feel like finding out how you match up against meā¦
{ Cable now climbs out of the ring and joins Verona at the edge of the ramp. }
Cable Arcane: You know where to find me.
{ And with that he drops the mic at Robertoās feet, patting the title over his shoulder and saying āNice toy, by the wayā before walking up the ramp as his theme music hits. }----------------------------------------------------------
BRA & PANTIES
SINGLES MATCH
Winner receives a Shieldmaiden opportunity at Diamonds Are Forever
Helena Sawyer vs Fiona McFly
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{After a hard fought battle with some ripping of clothing...Helena Sawyer came out on top, planting Fiona with the "Dark Mother's Blessing (Sister Abigail) before bending down and ripping Fiona's top right off of her body.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT āThe help.ā
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{ Noah Field is showin walking backstage at the PNC Arena in search of someone. As the crowd watching in the arena see this on the screen thunderous boos break out. The Invicitus Champion is in his street clothes seeing as heās not booked for the night, and absent from him is the championship belt he successfully defended at Survival of the Fittest. Finally he has that āthere he isā look on his face as he takes notice of Cable Arcane exiting some unknown room. Noah walks briskly up to his stablemate and Imperial Champion. }
Noah Field: What the heck, champ?! No real contenders? What the hell do you call ME!!
Cable shakes his head with a laugh clearly not in the mood to deal with Noah right now.
Cable Arcane: Let me ask you something Noah, do you work for the House?
{ Noah looks irritated by the question but plays along. }
Noah Field: Yeah, I work for the House-
Cable Arcane: Good! Because I AM the House of Howlett! Without me you donāt have a job! Iām the House! Iām the champ! And Iām the Best in the World! You? Youāre just the help.
{ Cable swiftly moves past Noah, the two of them shoulder checking each other as he passes but Noah never takes his eyes off Cable. }
Noah Field: Yeah, weāll see about that, āchampā.
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SINGLES MATCH
Winner receives a Shieldmaiden opportunity at Diamonds Are Forever
Jinx vs Pandora Freeman
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Vasco Dias: Ladies and gentlemen, now that THAT farce is over, itās time for some real womens wrestling.
Terri Morassco: Thatās right Vasco, the winner of this match will also be going to Diamonds Are Forever to fight for the Shieldmaiden!
{All of the arena suddenly becomes basked in darkness. Static echoes on the public address system. Then a white spotlight appears on the ramp, showing it shrouded in smoke. Then September Mourning's "Stand by Me" starts to play and a shadow can be seen in the middle of the smoke swaying from side to side in unison with the music. Then just as the chorus picks up, Jinx steps out of the smoke and holds her arms straight out as if she were being crucified, palms up, face toward the rafters with a solid white carnival mask on. She stands there motionless throughout the entire chorus. Then once the song slows again, Jinx starts to make her way with a slow walk to the ring with the spotlight following her, stopping just as she reaches the apron. Then she slides under the bottom rope and just as the sped up chorus starts again she jumps to the turnbuckle and rips the mask off as the lights come on. At first she holds her arms out, mask in hand, palms up, her face looking at the sky motionless. Then she again starts to sway with the beat, eventually hopping off the turnbuckle just as the music comes to a close. Finally, she takes a knee and bows her head, almost as if she's deep in prayer or meditation.}
Alison Valance: From Breckenridge Asylum, weighing in at 137 pounds...JINX!
Vasco Dias: She made one hell of a shocking reveal at Survival of the Fittest, but now she needs to get past Pandora!
Terri Morasco: Who also made one hell of a statement at the show too.
"We all Recognize...That I'm ..the problem here."
{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, lit up like a Christmas tree by UV, as lit slowly bleed back to the area Pandora dances down to the ring, 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 and leaves 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: And from...
{Jinx doesnāt wait for the bell to ring before she flies across the ring and slams a forearm into Pandora. Pan reacts very well though, and the two of them begin to exchange foreamrs before the referee forces himself inbetween them and pushes them apart, before calling for the bell and for the match to officially begin.}
[The bell rings]
{As soon as the referee moves out of the way, Pandora charges across the ring and screams āHADOUKEN!ā as she hits the unsuspecting Jinx with a double palm strike. Jink falls backwards and rolls to a knee, and Pan simply backs up and holds her arms out, as if to show Jinx that she can do cool stuff too. Jinx stops back to her feet, and begins to circle Pan. Freeman follows her, and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Jinx ducks underneath her andā¦.PALE HORSE! JINX HITS THE PALE HORSE ON PANDORA FREEMAN! She scrambles for the cover, and the referee drops down to countā¦.ONE! ā¦..TWO! ...TH-NO! PANDORA KICKS OUT!}
Vasco Dias: I thought she had it!
Terri Morasco: Jinx tried to finish this match early, but Pandora wonāt be beaten so easily.
{Jinx grabs Pan by her hair and drags her to her feet. She whips her off the ropes and hits her with a Sling blade on the return. Staying in the sitting position next to Pandora, she cocks her head, and strokes her hair, but Pandora throws her arms into the air and lifts her leg right up and kicks Jinx in the head. Both women rush to their feet and charge at each other. Pandora ducks underneath a wild lariat from Jinx before hitting the ropes jumping up and flying backwards with a picture perfect Springboard Moonsault taking Jinx down.}
Vasco Dias: Look at her fly!
{Pandora slams the mat and shouts out a āwooā getting the crowd into the match. She goes over to Jinx to bring her to her feet, but Jinx sends a stiff shot right to the gut, forcing Pan to double over and Jinx pops up real quick before slamming her down with a harsh impact DDT.}
Terri Morasco: That came out of nowhere!
{Jinx goes for the cover but only gets a two count before grabbing Pandora by the head and locking her into a headlock, tightening up the pressure. Pandora though is able to fight her way up to her feet where she hits a few elbows on Jinx, eventually causing her to lose her grip. Pan runs to the ropes and returns with a Basement Dropkick, taking Jinx's legs out from under her. Jinx, now on her knees, looks up in time to get another Dropkick to the face, knocking her straight back.}
Terri Morasco: Jinx had momentum, but that has clearly shifted over to Pandora.
{Pandora stalks Jinx, waiting for the former to get to her feet. She runs forward and looks for the "Beat Drop" but Jinx holds onto the ropes as Pandora hits the mat but rolls back. Jinx turns and charges, grabbing Pandora by the head, looking for her version of a Cutter that she calls the "Pale Horse" but Pan is able to stand her guard and throw Jinx and her momentum forward. Jinx is now to her feet, holding her back when Pan runs up behind her and hits her with the BEAT DROP!!!
Pan hooks the leg...
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The bell rings as Pandora celebrates.}
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, advancing to the Shieldmaiden Match at Diamonds Are Forever...PANDORA...FREEEEMAN!!!
---------------------------------------------------------- SEGMENTāI'm Coming Homeā ---------------------------------------------------------- "If I could find the words, if I could shake the world, if I could turn back time would you still be there?"
{Of Mice and men's "would you still be there" hits and the fans seem confused as to what's going on}Vasco Dias: What the hell is this now?
Terri Morasco: I've never heard that entrance theme before.
{The crowd though erupts as a figure emerges from the back, his long hair tied back in a bun with a new Alex Jones shirt on and a pair of dark blue jeans. He seems hyped up as he high fives fans all the way to the ring.}
Vasco Dias: Alex Jones?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL?
Terri Morasco: Last we heard Alex had been granted his release....
{Alex runs up the steps and walks across the apron holding onto the top rope before stepping in the ropes and throwing his hands out to the side with a grin, he grabs a mic as the music dies down he looks around with a "wow" escaping his lips as he waits for the crowd noise to chill}
Alex Jones: Here I thought Y'all had forgotten me....
{The crowd cheers and Alex smiles again}
Alex Jones: I'm going to be straight with you all on what happened and where I went. See this is a real talk right now. A few months I go I had a small problem with managment....which is to say my now ex wife had a problem with management....So like a flaming dipshit I took her side and ended up leaving...but the thing is there's no place like home....
{Alex lowers the mic as the crowd pops.}
Alex Jones: And the thing is, I came back for two reasons. One, because I deserve to be in the IWF Hall of fame...and two...Cause I really...really...want that Imperial title back....See I was a great champion and even though Cable Arcane has done well that title needs someone like me...and I don't care if I have to start from the bottom and work my way back up./..I'll do it....cause I'm back and that title will come home just like I did...
{Would you still be there hits again as Alex riles up the crowd}
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SINGLES MATCH
Winner receives a Shieldmaiden opportunity at Diamonds Are ForeverKate Steele vs Crystal Millar----------------------------------------------------------
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first from Los Angeles, California she is āThe Silver Screen Queenā Crystal Millar!
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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!
Iām 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 isnāt 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.
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.}
Vasco Dias: Crystal had a great run with the Shield Maiden Championship and tonight she is going to look to get right back in the hunt. The story of her redemption will continue tonight.
Terri Morasco: Redemption? How long will we be forced to hear the same old song and dance, itās getting old, and she needs to realize it that things are moving on without her.
{Bad Reputation by Joan Jett begins to play across the speakers and as it does we are able to see Shea O Hara emerging from backstage in her cast. She waits at the entrance ramp and thatās when Kate Steele emerges from the back. Her hair is in pig tails and she slowly skips down to the ring. The crowd welcomes her with a mixed reaction and she is all smiles as she pays no attention to them.}
Vasco Dias: Very different look for Kate Steele tonight. The pigtail look does suit her well.
Terri Morasco: For months Kate has been complaining about being on the back burner. Hopefully she does something to show us why she shouldnāt be on it.
{ The bell sounds loudly as Kate just stays in her corner looking bored. Crystal smiles as she begins to pose for the crowd but there is some commotion that catches everyoneās attention. On the outside of the ring Shea is closing in on Zelda Knite and she blasts her as hard as she can against the face with her cast. Zelda collapses to the floor as she begins to favor her head, and Crystalās eyes are on that of her best friend as she mouths some words to Shea.}
Vasco Dias: What was that about?!
Terri Morasco: I really donāt know but it definitely was an impact. I do like what I see. Zelda is overrated anyway.
{Crystal is about to step out of the ring to say some words to Shea but before she can make it outside Kate is right there to grab Crystal by her long purple hair and she tosses her to the floor. Crystal grabs at her head in pain as Kate hovers over her with a wicked grin on her face, and Crystal slowly sits up but is put back down to the mat with a drop kick. Crystal continues to hold her head as Kate goes to the top rope.}
Vaco Dias: What has gotten into Kate and Shea tonight?!
Terri Morasco: I donāt know but I love what I am seeing. This is what Kate should have been doing.
{Zelda is still out of it on the outside of the ring as Crystal slowly makes it to her feet. The crowd is booing loudly and Kate just looks at everyone as she places a finger to her lips to quiet them down. Crystal is finally up on her feet and without hesitation Kate leaps off with her springboard blockbuster (Silence is Golden) she grabs Crystalās head and spikes her right into the mat. Crystal grabs at her head in pain as Kate hooks a leg.}
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Terri Morasco: I thought it was over after that but the former Shield Maiden shows great resiliency.
Vasco Dias: Do it again. Put Millar down for the count.
{Kate seems like a woman possessed. She throws herself to the ground and without hesitation she wraps her leg around Crystalās head and places her into her triangle choke. (Sirenās Song) She chokes the life out of Crystal, and the former champion fights it for as long as she can but eventually she taps out and the bell sounds loudly. The crowd are booing as Kate keeps it locked tightly.}
Terri Morasco: Enough is enough. She already won this match.
Vasco Dias: This is exactly what we should have been seeing from her all along! Great win from Kate Steele!
{Lucy Adams tries to break Kate away but Kate refuses to let go of the hold. Shea slides inside as she mouths something to Lucy. After a few moments Kate finally releases it. She stands tall as Lucy raises her hand.}
Alison Valance: And the winner of this match as a result of a submission āThe Sirenā Kate Steele!
{Kate exits the ring as she looks at Alison and snatches the microphone away from her. She enters the ring as she is all grins. She kicks Crystal out of the ring as she looks around.}
Kate Steele: Get that piece of trash out of my ring I have some stuff to say! First and fore most. What you saw tonight was what happens when a woman gets put on the backburner for a few months! I went out there and made an impact. I choked a stupid woman out and thatās what is going to happen to the rest of the roster. I will either break your arm or choke you out!
{Kate looks at Shea.}
Kate Steele: You see my best friendās arm?! Broken because a certain woman had to break it. My friend Kathy Conway lost because of Eternity and I am getting sick and tired of her. I am here to elt everyone know that I will be the first ever two time Shield Maiden in this company. Itās time for the roster to wake up. Tonight it was Crystal. Next time it could be me getting even with Gabriela who took my thunder for being the smallest woman on the roster. As your Siren you will all fall to the Sirenās Song. Once itās in motion you will be Shipwrecked!
{Kate throws the microphone down as Crystal and Zelda grab at their heads in pain as we go to elsewhere.}
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SEGMENT
āGod of Steelā
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{The arena grows quiet as āCrushedā by Parkway Drive hits the sound system and boos begin to ring out right off the bat. The Imperitron comes to life with the video package for Spike Kane, as the God of Xtreme walks through the curtain to massive boos.}
Vasco Dias: Listen to these ingrates! How dare they disrespect the greatest Man of Steel Champion of all time!
Terri Morrasco: What is Spike even doing here Vasco? He isnāt booked to compete.
{Spike stands on the top of the stage, dressed in cut off camo shorts, a sleeveless InFamous shirt, and the Man of Steel championship slung over his shoulder. He doesnāt smirk, he doesnāt frown, he doesnāt even acknowledge the crowd. He simply walks right to the ring, rolls under the ropes and places the Man of Steel championship on the ground in the middle of the ring before grabbing a mic.}
Spike Kane: The wonderful Laura Howlett managed to get me the night off tonight due to recent eventsā¦..for the idiots out there, Iām referencing the death of my twin brother Bradā¦.
{Spike lowers the mic for a second, and the boos stop all but right away. The God of Xtreme takes a moment to compose himself, before a small smattering of fans begin to chant āThank You Bradā and a slight applause builds up, before Spike cuts it off.}
Spike Kane: Yeah, of course you hypocrites would cheer and clap for him now, but never when he was around huh? In death it seems, heāll go down a hero, but in life? Nobody backed him, nobody supported himā¦.and I see so much parrallel with myself, I really do. Itās been ten years, ten years since our worlds were turned upside down and he dropped the bomb on meā¦..I had a brother, a brother whoād been all but erased from my memory, and we foughtā¦.hell, we went to war! Time after time, again, and againā¦.and for what? For you people!?
{The chants have died, and an uneasiness fills the air, amongst some boos for Spike.}
Spike Kane: You people disgust me. You toy with our lives, and then have the audacity to act offended when we do what we do here in this ring Am I a good person? No. Iāve never claimed to beā¦.but he wasā¦.HE WAS! ā¦..and whatās left? Me ā¦..Iām left. My brother is gone, and everything he did means nothing, absolutely nothing except those words etched into the history books. Brad Kane is a man who should have been a King, instead heāll go down as a footnote and itās all because of youā¦..
{Spike begins to pace the ring, clearly working himself up. The crowd want to boo him, but they canāt bring themselves to boo a man who just lost his brother.}
Spike Kane: Since IWF started, the Dragons Den has been a staple of the Metamorphosis show, just like it was back in nCw ā¦..and Iāve been sitting, thinking, wonderingā¦.as a man who realises that all that will be left of me when Iām gone, is what is written in the history books? Itās time I make my Man of Steel reign truly legendaryā¦.and where else, than the Dragons Den? ā¦.fitting, right? So Iāve been thinkingā¦.once I get past Johnny Gillmen at Open Fight Night, who should I defend the belt against in the Den?
{Spike pauses in the middle of the ring, and looks down at the championship as a scowl spreads across his face.}
Spike Kane: And the answer is absolutely nobody!
{Now the crowd do boo, because...come on.}
Spike Kane: Not a single soul on this roster deserves to step into that Den with me full stop, let alone for MY Man of Steel Championshipā¦..so come Metamorphosis? There will NOT be a Dragons Den match, and you all have yourselves and the lack of worthy opponents in this company to blame!
{Spike bends down and picks up the MoS title, holding it in front of him, and cocking his head.}
Spike Kane: Although, speaking of Gillmenā¦.I realised something last week. I am not your average Man of Steel Champion, noā¦.no no noā¦.I am Spike Kane, The God of Xtreme, The Spiked One! The Blood God! ...and that is why, from this moment forth, until the moment I am no longer champion, every single Man of Steel match will now be inside a cell and be last man standing rules ONLY ā¦.ladies and gentlemen, from this day forth this belt will only be defended in a GOD OF STEEL MATCH!
{Now his trademark smirk spreads across his face, as he holds the mic up, looks right into he camera, and drops it while āCrushedā blasts through the speakers again. He drops to his back and rolls out of the ring. Slinging his belt back over his shoulder he walks up the ramp, ignoring everybody, and walking straight through the curtain.}
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SINGLES MATCH
Featuring Steve Awesome as special guest referee
Rob Diamond vs Jayson Matthews
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{ We come back from the break with Steve Awesome in the ring wearing a referee shirt and jeans, he looks pretty distraught as he leans against the ropes waiting. }
Vasco Dias: Iāve been waiting for this match all night. Rob Diamond is about to teach Jayson Matthews a valuable lesson. Donāt trust anybody.
Terri Morasco: Donāt tell me you honestly think Steve Awesome is going to take Jayson Matthews out?
Vasco Dias: Heās going to do what heās told or he can find employment else where. Good luck getting paid IWF money down in Mexico!
{ The drum beat kicks in. Then the guitar riffs. Jayson Matthews comes stepping out onto the entrance ramp moving his head to the beat and staring out into the crowd with a wide eyed stare of awe at the packed house in attendance. }
Vasco Dias: Jayson is an utter buffoon and I canāt wait for Rob to take him out once and for all.
Terri Morasco: You can hope for that all you want but Jayson Matthews is a gift that keeps on giving.
Vasco Dias: Until Rob buries him once and for all.
{ As Jayson is about to make his way down the stage Rob Diamond comes roaring out from behind and smashes Jayson over the back of the head with a forearm smash and sends him falling forward as Steve Awesome looks on from the ring shocked. }
Vasco Dias: There we go!
Terri Morasco: That is uncalled for!
Vasco Dias: Too bad!
{ Steve goes to leap out of the ring but Rob looks up and points at him and yells āDONāT!ā Steve stops with one foot through the ropes as Jayson starts to push himself up. }
Vasco Dias: Look at him listening like a good boy.
Terri Morasco: This is just cruel.
{ Rob kicks Jayson hard in the gut and sends him onto his side and then starts to stomp him viciously as he lays on the entrance ramp while the crowd boos him. }
Terri Morasco: This match hasnāt even started!
Vasco Dias: Itāll start when Rob is ready!
{ Rob grabs Jayson and runs him down the rest of the length of the ramp and then throws him back first into the apron. He grabs him again and slams him back first into the steel steps! Jayson slumps there as Steve argues with himself about whether to climb out there or not. Rob throws the apron up and pulls out a steel chair, he rears back but Steve reaches out and pulls it from Robās hands. }
Vasco Dias: What the hell is he doing!?
Terri Morasco: Protecting his friend!
Vasco Dias: Thatās against the rules!
{ Steve holds the chair as Rob looks up at him with venom in his eyes. He screams āGIVE ME THE CHAIR!ā Steve seems conflicted as he looks down at Rob, after several long moments Steve drops the chair into the hands of Rob and he turns back to Jayson who fires off a superkick right into the steel chair and crushes it against Robās face!!! }
Terri Morasco: And the tables have turned!!!
Vasco Dias: Dammit! Steve should be fired just for that!
{ Jayson grabs the apron and rolls himself into the ring as Steve checks on him but Jayson pushes him away, seemingly upset that Steve gave Rob the chair. }
Terri Morasco: Jayson needs to pay attention to Rob Diamond and not Steve Awesome
Vasco Dias: What do you want, heās an idiot?
{ Jayson starts to argue with Steve as Rob comes into the ring and clubs him over the back again and then screams at Steve to āRING THE BELL!ā Steve calls for the bell and the official beginning of the match and Rob goes right back to stomping Jayson Matthews as he lays on the mat. Rob then pulls him up by the head and slams him face first into the turnbuckles. }
Vasco Dias: There we go, right back in control.
Terri Morasco: Jayson is a talented kid if he could just focus.
{ Rob starts to set Jayson up for a Shattered Dreams but Steve steps in the way of Rob before he gets the chance to nail the kick and warns him that he could be DQāed for a perceived low blow to which Rob responds with a shove and flies at Jayson again who has freed himself and connects with a spinning back fist on Rob Diamond! }
Vasco Dias: Steve Awesome is really playing with fire here.
Terri Morasco: He doesnāt want to see his friend hurt!
Vasco Dias: Oh donāt act like he actually cares about other people!
{ Rob is staggered for a moment and Jayson fires off the JAYSON MATTHEWS EXPERIENCE!!! Rob goes down and Jayson leaps on him as Steve hits the mat fast and ONE-TWO KICK OUT! }
Vasco Dias: What the hell kind of count was that!?
Terri Morasco: A slightly fast one?
Vasco Dias: Ridiculous!
{ Jayson pushes off of Rob and looks at Steve with a confused look on his face and Rob takes the opportunity to kick Jayson hard in the knee and buckles it backward. Jayson goes down as Rob gets back up and just knees Jayson hard in the side of the head as Steve looks on concerned. }
Vasco Dias: That will teach that little sob.
{ As Jayson lays there Rob stomps him hard on the head and Steve tries to move in but Rob pushes him off again. He then scoops Jayson up and underhooks him for the Diamond Driver right in the center of the ring. }
Vasco Dias: Now itās all over for Matthews.
Terri Morasco: It isnāt looking good.
{ Rob rolls out of the ring and goes to the bell ringer and rips his steel chair out from under him, he slides back into the ring and shoves the chair into the arms of Steve Awesome. }
Vasco Dias: Now itās time to see the true colors of Steve Awesome.
Terri Morasco: God, I donāt know if I can watch this
Vasco Dias: I sure as hell can.
{ Rob screams at Steve āHIT HIM!ā Steve looks down at Jayson who hasnāt moved since the Diamond Driver as Rob yells again āHIT HIM!ā }
Vasco Dias: Why the hell isnāt he hitting him!?
Terri Morasco: Maybe heās not as heartless as you think?
Vasco Dias: Heās exactly as heartless as I think!
{ Steve is holding the chair looking like heās prepared to hit Jayson as Rob looks him right in the eyes and yells again āHIT HIM! DO IT FOR YOUR FAMILY!ā and something snaps inside of Steve as he looks at Rob and yells āHE IS MY FAMILY!ā and then slams the chair into the gut of Rob Diamond and then cracks him over the back!!! }
Vasco Dias: What is he doing!?
Terri Morasco: Protecting his family!!!
Vasco Dias: He just threw away his contract! His livelihood!
Terri Morasco: Some things are more important than money!!!
{ Steve raises the chair up again and hits Rob over the back as Laura Howlett comes rushing out from the back with Spike Kane, Zasshu and Noah Field who all sprint toward the ring. }
Vasco Dias: The House has arrived!!!
{ Steve is preparing to fight all of them but Mike Laszlo, Dre Cutler and Johnny Gillmen come running past Laura on the stage and all six men meet up in the ring at roughly the same time as a huge brawl breaks out! }
Vasco Dias: They canāt be out here!
Terri Morasco: Tell them that!
{ Laura screams at the top of her lungs āYOUR LIFE IS OVER STEVE! I WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU!ā but she is cut off as a hand spins her around and then slaps her so hard across the face that Laura falls backward flat on her ass as Mandi Matthews looks down on her. }
Terri Morasco: THE SLAP HEARD AROUND THE WORLD!!!
Vasco Dias: She canāt touch her!!!
{ Steve with the chair, Mike Laszlo, Dre Cutler and Johnny Gillmen start to get the better of the House as they retreat, Noah and Zasshu first, Spike goes out of his way to pull Rob to safety and they regroup on the ramp where Mandi is looking down at Laura and yells in her face āSAY SOMETHING BITCH!ā }
Terri Morasco: This is awesome!
Vasco Dias: This is a travesty of justice!
Terri Morasco: No, this is justice.
{ Spike is holding Rob up as Steve checks on Jayson, Mike, Dre and Johnny are all begging for the House to get back in the ring but they back up the stage as Mandi Matthews storms through them and heads right to the ring where she climbs in and checks on her brother. Noah helps Laura up whose face is already red and she looks pissed as hell. }
Vasco Dias: They will pay for this! All of them! But especially Steve Awesome!!!
{ Laura is still holding her face as Mandi helps Jayson up and the two of them give the House the two finger salute. } |
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Well howdy there pardner.