New Year's Special Sacrifice - Open Fight Night Jan. 2, 2017

[Riley Gordon]

Monday, 2nd January 2017
Pensacola Bay Center, Pensacola, Florida

1 RP limit, deadline 6AM GMT Monday, January 2nd.
On Air Segment deadline is 6PM GMT Monday, January 2nd.
Order to be determined by role plays, Main Event given as a reward for hard work; unless angles necessitate or a particular ending requires otherwise.
Handlers who are not booked are strongly advised to submit segments for the show to continue their character development. Those who want to be booked can request a match on the basis that one of the competitors will write it to prevent the staff becoming over-extended.

SINGLES MATCH
Bryan Kane vs Bob Pooler

IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP
Invictus Rules Match
James Franklin Karn vs Noah Field (c)

SINGLES MATCH
Dorian Hawkhurst vs Alex Jones

IWF MAN OF STEEL CHAMPIONSHIP
God Of Steel Rules Match
No Pinfalls, Submissions or Disqualifications. Both competitors are locked inside a steel cell and the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent to the point where they cannot answer the referee's ten count. If Spike Kane wins, Johnny Gillmen is banned from social media for a month.
Johnny Gillmen vs Spike Kane (c)

SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Andrew Jacobsen

EXTREME RULES MATCH
If Helena Sawyer wins, she earns a Shieldmaiden opportunity at Metamorphosis
Helena Sawyer vs Kate Steele

"IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP"
By order of Roberto Verona, this "contest" will be held inside a local high school gymnasium
Zasshu vs Cable Arcane "(c)"

IMPERIAL CHAMPION MATCH
One Night Only Main Event
Jack Gaither vs Roberto Verona (c)

[Riley Gordon]

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2016 BITCH OF THE YEAR

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{The camera pans around the arena and then focuses on our announcers at the commentary booth.}

Terri Morasco: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the first Sacrifice of the year 2017!

Vasco Dias: I had a New Year’s Resolution Terri...and it was to be a nicer guy.

Terri Morasco: That’s admirable Vasco.

Vasco Dias: I thought so too, then this old lady was walking incredibly slow in front of me in the hotel lobby so I pushed her out of the way.

Terri Morasco: Despicable. We’re celebrating the year 2016 and with that means the Best of the Year Awards. So, without further adieu...we take you to the stage.

{ Umbrella by All Time Low starts to play as Mandi Matthews steps out onto the stage and waves at everybody before heading over to the podium. }

Mandi Matthews: Thanks everyone for the warm reception. Thank you all for the kind words on twitter and facebook. Thanks for being supportive of me even after I let everyone down at Diamonds Are Forever. You've all really shown me what true IWF fans are really like and I appreciate it.

{ Her smile was genuine but it was soon overcome by a sigh. }

Mandi Matthews: But that loss is the reason why I'm out here alone presenting this award. Because Laura Howlett beat me two weeks ago, Steve Awesome is no longer invited to Sacrifice because he no longer has a wrestling contract. I was supposed to present the biggest “bitch” of the year award with him but thanks to the biggest bitch of the year he isn't here.

{ Mandi Matthews shakes her head in disgust. }

Mandi Matthews: Thanks to the biggest bitch of the year, we're all homeless and thanks to the Conways and the Karn's we'd be living on a park bench right now. And this is just one.”

{ She holds up her index finger. }

Mandi Matthews: This is just one example of the lives the biggest bitch of the year has ruined. Let's not forget the punishment of Nighthawk. Let's not forget all the short cuts she used for her men to get them what they wanted, let's not forget the Gillmen's and the Falcon's she had lined up for her clients to step on to make it to the top.

{ Mandi shrugs her shoulders. }

Mandi Matthews: And who knows how many poor souls she's brought down that we don't even know about? I don't want to think about it. So let's get the best IWF Fan reaction you guys can give for the winner of the Biggest Bitch of The Year award.......LAURA HOWLETT!!!!!!!!!

{ The whole place turns into a thunder of boos as “Can’t Stop” by SIXX A.M. hits the PA however Laura Howlett does not come through the curtain but instead her smiling face shows up on the tron over Mandi’s head. The music dies down but the fans continue to boo. }

Laura Howlett: I’m sorry I couldn’t be there tonight to accept my award but…

{ The camera pans back to Laura Howlett sitting in what used to be the “Awesome’s” living room surrounded by the now un wrapped presents of their daughter, Lauren. }

Laura Howlett: I’ve been a little busy un wrapping all these wonderful presents.

{ She holds up a very seductive looking nighty that was clearly from Steve to Mandi. }

Laura Howlett: Where’d did he buy this disgusting piece of clothing, Walmart?

{ She tosses it into the lit fire place that is feeding on several of Lauren’s toys. Mandi is raging at the podium but it appears her microphone has been shut off. }

Laura Howlett: I’d like to thank all the little people who made this happen but I can’t… I alone made this happen! I brought together the most elite athlete in the history of professional wrestling! I lead them to hold every championship in this company, some of them several times over! I single handedly ended the career of Steve Awesome in IWF!

{ The crowd boos and Mandi seethes. }

Laura Howlett: I did it. Laura Howlett. The leader of the House of Howlett. And while all you little people sit there in your plastic under priced seats I am planning what the House will be doing going into 2017. You see while Mandi, you and your husband were a fun distraction while it lasted but it has come to my attention to a former business partner of mine has decided he’d like to pick a fight with one of my clients. And that is something I cannot tolerate. That being said, I just don’t have the time to devote to someone as meaningless as you anymore. So I do apologize but you’re going to have to do without my beautiful face for the time being.

{ Mandi screams up at Laura Howlett. }

Laura Howlett: I assure you though you will continue to hear from my lawyers until everything you own or owned belongs to me and Steve Awesome is reduced to nothing more than a faded memory in the minds of the masses. I will rip his reputation and history a part and sell it for pennies on the dollar. I will continue to make your life a living hell until Steve Awesome comes crawling to me on his hands and knees and begs for a contract with the House of Howlett. And only then will I grace you with my presence…

{ She tosses a Nintendo 3ds into the fire next, clearly a present for Lauren. }

Laura Howlett: The House always wins.

{ Laura’s face fades away as Mandi hurls the award statue up at the tron as we fade to black. }


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SINGLES MATCH
Bryan Kane vs Bob Pooler

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Terri Morasco: Well, Vasco, we’re starting up the send off of twenty-sixteen with a match between a man who has been flying under the radar since his return several months ago, and a young up-and-comer looking to make his mark by taking down a veteran.

Vasco Dias: Jesus, Terri, they way you describe it even I want to watch this thing.

Terri Morasco: You have to anyway …

Vasco Dias: Nah, I usually just phone it in and play Clash of Clans on my phone.

{“Sucker for Pain" hits the P.A. System and the lights flicker in accordance while the tune plays through the airwaves. Bryan Kane walks out onto the stage and does a glove taunt clasping his hands together in the air connecting the B and K before sprinting down the ramp as his theme song picks up.}

Allison Valance: Making his way to the ring, from Knoxville, Tennessee … the Metaldrone … BRYYYYYYYYAN … KAAAAAAAANE!

{After his ring introduction The Heavy Metal Maniac comes to a stop at the end of the ramp and looks out into the crowd who greets him with a mixed reaction. Kane responds with a grin before walking up the ring steps onto the apron. He dusts his feet off and then enters through the ropes. Once in the ring he takes off his jacket and hands it off and stretches using the ring ropes before the bell rings.}

Terri Morasco: Now, it should be mentioned that, as far as we know, Bryan is not related in any way to the Kane family that IWF fans know and love.

Vasco Dias: No kidding; this kid is a loser … probably comes from a whole family of losers.

Terri Morasco: You say that about all the newcomers.

Vasco Dias: And they haven’t proven me wrong yet!

{The lights in the arena dim as a three second countdown appears on the jumbotron. The opening guitar riff of "How To Be A Human" hits as the countdown reaches zero and Pooler walks out onto the stage amongst the shower of cellphone flashes. Sporting a smirk, he holds a hand up to his head, shielding his eyes before pointing at a section of the crowd with a smile.}

Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds … Bob … POOOOOLER!

{Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}

Terri Morasco: It will be interesting to see how Kane’s technical background works against Pooler’s impact striker style!

Vasco Dias: It’ll be more interesting to see if that chick in the upper decks dumps her nachos all over herself … look … look at’er, Terri!

Terri Morasco: Focus, Vasco, focus!

{The referee signals for the bell and the two men meet in the center of the ring. Kane extends his right hand and Pooler, without skipping a beat meets it with a handshake and a show of good sportsmanship.

The pair separate and begin circling the ring, watching the other and looking for an opening. They meet once more in the center in a collar and elbow tie up. Pooler overpowers Kane, backing him into the far corner as the referee steps in, ordering the clean break. As Pooler raises his arms and begins to back away, Kane drills him with a cheap shot boot to the midsection and a rake to the eyes. He’s admonished by the referee but ignores this as he grabs hold and whips Pooler across the ring. Pooler hits the far ropes and as he makes his return trip, Kane bends over and sends Pooler up and over with a back body drop}

Terri Morasco: Pooler goes up, but Vasco – he’s landed on his feet!

Vasco Dias: Idiot kid doesn’t realize it yet though.

{Pooler, landing on his feet, just stands there as Kane slowly turns around. Pooler smiles and grabs hold of the wide eyed Kane and sends him across the ring himself. Pooler bounces off the opposite ropes and gathers a full head of steam before drilling Kane with a High Velocity Hug that nearly tears the Knoxville native in half.

Getting back to his feet, Pooler looks down at the prone Kane and signals to the crowd before grabbing hold of Kane by the back of the head and hoisting him back to a vertical base. Pooler spins, nailing Kane with a spinning heel kick, followed up with a vertical suplex that he holds for a moment before bringing Kane back down with a double knee backbreaker.

With a forearm across the cheek and nose, Pooler makes the pin as the referee drops into position …

One

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Two

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Three!}

Allison Vallance: Your winner … BOB … POOOOOOOOOOOLERRRRRR!!!!!

Terri Morasco: Vasco, did Pooler just …

Vasco Dias: Did he just put that Kane imposter away with the Made to Suffer? Yup!

Terri Morasco: Pooler seems to be sending a message of some sort to Cable Arcane

Vasco Dias: Well, he can send all the messages he wants – doesn’t mean Cable has to pick up the other line.

{Back in the ring, Pooler lowers his raised arm, gently pulled away from the referees grasp, to motion towards his midsection – letting the fans in attendance know that he is indeed sending a message to the reigning Imperial champion!}

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SEGMENT
"Cruiser Weight Invitational Champion"
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{ The crowd is abuzz as the CWI trophy sits atop a plinth , backstage currently guarded by two unamed but every nasty looking gentlemen in suits, arms folded in front of them when into shot come Devlin sizing the trophy up, Cardboard belt over one arm, he licks his lips and then looks at the guards as if he were Indiana Jones and the Trophy were the ark of the Covenant , or something similar.

Almost as soon as Devlin opens his mouth to speak the two big guys merge together blocking Devlin's view. }

TweedleDee: "Not until the Ceremony, Verona's orders."

Tweedledumber: "Yeah"

{ Devlin looks the two up and down, peers around at the trophy, smiles sweetly and slowly starts to back up with a chuckle and a point at the two. }

Devlin: "Of course you realize...this means war."

{ The two smirk confidently as Devlin pushes slowly out of the room, just smiling. The camera follows Devlin as he seamlessly picks up a cap and jacket, stowing the 'belt under in and disappearing behind a curtain, we lose sight of Devlin at least for a little while, until we find the camera paused at the door of the production truck, cap dropping to the floor as Devlin winks and steps inside. }


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IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP
INVICTUS RULES MATCH
James Franklin Karn vs Noah Field ©

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{The lights go dim as the iconic opening guitar riff for "Runnin Down A Dream" comes blaring over the speakers, A rain of gold pyro comes down over the entrance as JFK comes walking out from the back wearing his new "100% Florida Ass-Kicking" T-Shirt with his classic Jack Daniels inspired logo on the front and his normal wrestling gear. He makes his way down the ramp slapping hands with a few fans and rolls into the ring; he stands in the middle of the ring throwing his arms out in a crucifix pose with his body tilted to the side a bit, he then rips his shirt off up over his head and tosses it into the crowd going to his corner ready for his match.

The lights go black and then the arena is suddenly bathed in gold tinted light. A voice over hits the public address system. “The Crown Prince, The Saviour”. Then as the opening riffs of “A Cut Above” queues up the words “Adidas Presents: Noah Field” flash across the screen. A loud explosion goes off as "A Cut Above" queues up. Noah Field steps into the arena with a smirk on his face and Morgan Kennedy at his side holding on to his Invictus Championship Together the two of them march to the ring while Noah takes in the boos of the crowd. As they come to ringside Noah pauses, flips his hair back, making sure it's perfection. Then he climbs up on the apron goes to the turnbuckle where he scales it. Noah opens up his gold and green hooded cloak/jacket to show his bare stomach and chest and starts runs his hands down his chest to his abs and mouths the words "perfection" before hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring, leaning against the ropes.

Just as the referee is about to call for the bell Noah holds up his hand and puts a stop to it and motions for a microphone and smiles big.}

Noah Field: You know what? I just don’t feel like doing this tonight. To give away a Noah Field match on live television, well it’s plain insane. Besides, I already beat the great JFK...so you know what...I’m taking the night off.

{Noah takes a few backward steps toward the ropes as the crowd boos.}

Noah Field: And honestly, there’s nothing anyone can do about it because my lawyers were able to negotiate a deal that says I only HAVE to fight Pay Per Matches. So if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll beat you again at Metamorphosis.

{Noah turns to walk away but then JFK hollers at him from behind and Noah turns just as he’s about to exit through the ropes. JFK shuffles his feet and nails Noah with a superkick he calls The Karn Kick, laying out Noah. The crowd goes nuts as JFK stands over the Invictus Champion, making his intentions of winning the belt known as the camera cuts away.}

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2016 MISTRESS OF THE MICROPHONE

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{“Cult of Love” plays over the speakers of the arena. Alexis skips out onto the stage with Riley Gordon following behind her up to the podium. Alexis clears her throat into the microphone to get the attention of the crowd, smiles big before starting.}

Alexis Caffrey: Did you guys miss me?

{here’s a mixed reaction as she shoots her eyes from side to side innocently before clapping and calming herself.}

Alexis Caffrey: Alright, alright, let’s get down to business shall we? Tonight, I’m out here, with this nice young lady to my right to present the Mistress of the Microphone award for the whole year of 2016. Now, of course, I only was around for the first couple months and a one off appearance in the Diamonds Invitational but surely...you’ll see me in the nominations.

{She steps to the side and the video fades into the nominees. First we see Crystal Millar followed by Sara Garcia who is then followed up by Sarah Jade Wilson, who then gets replaced by Jessica Reed, then Paige Garcia, and then Eternity with a lasting image of the latter fading into the “Mistress of the Microphone” logo. We return to Alexis and Riley who are at the podium, Alexis quivering at the creepy site of Eternity.}

Alexis Caffrey: Well, seeing as how I wasn’t nominated...I guess I’ll open this envelope and tell you who won…

{She grabs hold of the envelope and unfolds it, her eyes growing wide at the name on the paper.}

Alexis Caffrey: And your winner...is...Eternity!

{“No Color” by Otep begins to play and Eternity walks out as the lights turn an eerie shade of purple. She walks over toward the podium with Alexis keeping her distance, outstretching the award to Eternity who looks at it and then Alexis before holding her arms out for...a...hug?

Alexis shakes her head as Eternity moves in before shoving the award into her chest before running off to the backstage area leaving Eternity and Riley at the podium. Riley glances back to the entrance way, and then Eternity who simply tilts her head. Riley leans forward.}

Riley Gordon: Congratulations to Eternity!

{Riley slowly backs off as Eternity steps to the microphone.}

Eternity: Such an ungrateful child among so many ungrateful children. Spending her life just beyond Death's cold embrace. A daughter first, almost a mother second, but what of the third? The charm. The grace. The stories told, the words spoken, the fears unspoken - three tales, three years. Running, always running, and now we stop to give thanks. A brief utterance unleashed upon the watching world. Their eyes see, what once was joined flies twice as free. A loose tongue, pretty and pink, just as I am. Thankful for the gift. A way with words for which I will always be remembered by you....

{With that Eternity clutches her award to her chest and waves t the watching crowd, before departing.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Dorian Hawkhurst vs Alex Jones

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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…

{The arena is filled with a quiet ticking noise. As it gets faster, it turns into an electronic whirling noise. Finally the guitar kicks in and Dorian Hawkhurst walks out from the back. He looks around at the audience while the weight of the lyrics hits him.}

Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... “The Demon of Sobriety”... DORIAN HAWKHURST!!!

{Hawkhurst begins walking down to the ring, slapping a few hands along the way despite not taking his eyes off of the ring. He gets to the apron and slides in, making his way to the corner, awaiting the start of the match.}

Terri Morasco: The newcomer has a huge test in front of him tonight.

Vasco Dias: I agree as he takes on a former Imperial Champion in Alex Jones. However, from what I’ve heard, this man isn’t one to be slept on despite this being the beginning of his IWF Career.

Alison Valance: And his opponent…

"If I could find the words, if I could shake the world, if nI could turn back time would you still be there?"

{Of Mice and men's "Would you still be there?"blasts over the PA as Alex Jones steps out onto the stage. His long two tone hair wet down his back and sides. He wears a black Alex Jones shirt and his wrestling gear. He gets down to the ring and leaps onto the apron before wiping his feet off and getting into the ring, he throws his arms out to the side before slapping his chest}

Terri Morasco: And here’s Alex Jones! He’s teamed with Mac Bane as of late, at first a victory, and then a defeat at the hands of Bob Pooler and Mike Laszlo.

Vasco Dias: It’s been a rocky return for Alex, and he said he’d start from the bottom if need be.

{The two men get ready for the match as the referee signals for the bell. The two men stare each other down as Alex dances from side to side, the bigger Hawkhurst moving in. Hawkhurst lunges in, trying to grab hold of the former champion, but Alex moves out of the way and hits a few leg kicks to the hamstring of Hawkhurst. Hawkhurst fires off a Clothesline, but Alex ducks and bounces off the ropes, returning with a Sling Blade that takes the big man off his feet.

With the big man down, Alex runs to the ropes and goes for his famous Curb Stomp he calls “The Flashback”, but the big man, who was on one knee, stands up, grabbing hold of Alex and driving him into the mat with a Powerbomb!}

Terri Morasco: He caught him in mid-air and just drove him into the mat!

Vasco Dias: Scary power shown there. Alex tried to end it early...perhaps, too early.

{The big man throws his own hair over his head before grabbing hold of Jones and Beals him across the ring, Alex landing hard and rolling out of the ring to reevaluate the situation.}

Terri Morasco: Perhaps Alex thought this was going to go differently?

Vasco Dias: I’m sure he did, but now he just needs to regroup and go from there.

{Alex walks up the steps as the newcomer stares him down. Alex enters and Dorian charges forward, only to have his legs Dropkicked out from under him, sending him face first into the turnbuckle. Not wasting time as the big man stumbles to his feet, Alex jumps up on the ropes and hits a Springboard Dropkick to the back of Hawkhurst, knocking him back into the turnbuckle! Dorian turns into the turnbuckle, doing his best to stand on his feet. Alex runs to the other corner, and charges back GETTING TURNED INSIDE OUT BY A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE!}

Terri Morasco: OH...MY..GOD!

Vasco Dias: He knocked his head off!

{Alex is to his feet and wobbly. Dorian charges and looks for a Running Big Boot but Alex ducks and as Hawkhurst turns around, Alex hits him with an Enziguri that drops him to his knees. Alex grabs him by the head and snaps back with a DDT!}

Terri Morasco: This could be the opening that Alex is looking for!

Vasco Dias: He’s rolling him over.

{Alex goes for the cover…

1!

2!!

NO!

Alex is to his feet and again goes for the Curb Stomp but as Alex is in the air, Dorian Clotheslines his legs right out from under him!}

Vasco Dias: This big guy has some speed to him and obviously some power.

Terri Morasco: He basically just swept Alex right out of the air.

{Dorian grabs hold of Alex, aggressively pulling him to his feet before lifting him in the air with a Fisherman’s Orange Crush Bomb!}

Terri Morasco: What a move!

Vasco Dias: He calls that the “Falling Off The Wagon”!

{Dorian hooks the leg…

1!

2!!

3!!!

The bell rings.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner...DORIAN...HAWKHURST!

Terri Morasco: Now that’s an upset!

Vasco Dias: I will admit...I didn’t see that coming.

{Dorian’s music plays as we head up to the stage.}

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SEGMENT
"Cruiser Weight Invitational Champion part 2"
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Terri Morasco: "Welcome back to IWF Open Fight Night! We're about to get under way with..."

{ Terri's Voice is played over the PPA System to the entire arena with a touch of feed back as the lights about the tron burst to light. }

Vasco Dias: What the..

Terri Morasco: We appear to be having technical ...

{ Morasco's mic cuts dead as the tron slowly springs to life as a perhaps familiar voice cuts through the mire of the dark and all eyes turn to the visage of the Guy Fawkes mask looking into a camera. }

Devlin: "Do not adjust your set, I control the Vertical...I control the Horizontal..I have the lights and the volume, welcome to an experience beyond sight and sound..."

{ Off comes the mask to that somewhat familiar grin as Devlin Sits back in a chair.. spins around slowly and points up into a corner as the "D:TV" Logo makes its appearance. }

Devlin: "People of the IWF...Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any guy.. But we have a celebration to uphold... And for those with short Memories.. Me, who's name is Devlin Raine claimed his Destiny as the IWF C..W...I tournament winner , now there’re those who'd rather we weren’t having this chat, even now orders are being shouted into phones and angry men are preparing to batter the door down, but well I couldn't -quite- wait to do things on the company time...So I Made Time."

{ Devlin produces the cardboard belt displaying it with pride even as he holds up a sharpie and looks deadly serious into camera. }

Devlin: "See I've been waiting to do this..In Lieu of a belt of my own, Ya'll didn’t think I was playing for keeps, wrong.."

{ Devlin starts to write his Name on the blank 'plate' with Sharpie even as he nods and smiles and chuckles. }

Devlin: "I'd like to thank everyone who competed, you all put on ...one -hell- of a show, but this leaves one question, Devlin...What about your promised Revolution?"

{ We cut very quickly to security guards and tech personal rattling at the production booth door trying to get in, soon Joined by the Tweedles who are starting to kick, back in the arena however. }

Devlin: "This...is the beginning, this is a call, to all those who have been wronged, those who look at the house and see the problems, to those who watch a man who claimed to have Cancer run around whilst his -son- is held by a monster and does nothing except concentrate on his own.. vain glory, a proud warrior blinded by the fury of battle.. The Future that never was.. And the Messiah that sits in his ivory tower.. You cry who is responsible ...But I think we all know.."

{ Devlin leans in with a chuckle. }

Devlin: "Find me.. and together we will fight.. let Destiny be your guide, Devlin Raine.. Out."

{ Everything goes back to normal even as furious technicians finally- crack the door.. cameras swarm showing the view and finding the booth...Empty...But for two very confused tech guys...and an open back window. }

Terri Morasco: Where the hell is Devlin?!

{ The camera slowly, slowly pulls back to show Devlin leaving the CWI trophy room...Trophy in hand and saluting the camera before blowing a kiss that way and exiting stage left. }


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IWF MAN OF STEEL CHAMPIONSHIP
GOD OF STEEL RULES MATCH
No Pinfalls, Submissions or Disqualifications. Both competitors are locked inside a steel cell and the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent to the point where they cannot answer the referee's ten count. If Spike Kane wins, Johnny Gillmen is banned from social media for a month.
Johnny Gillmen vs Spike Kane ©

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{We come back to see the cell coming down as Cannons shooting jets of water blast high into the air as The Offspring's "Nitro (Youth Energy)" begins to play. A lone blue spotlight appears on-stage as Johnny Gillmen steps in from behind the curtain, sporting aqua blue, olive green, and silver tights with matching boots and tassels and a T-shirt bearing the logo of his alma mater. Carrying his multi-colored surfboard with him, Johnny passes through, high-fiving fans along the way before sliding his longboard underneath the ring and hopping in to wait for his opponent.}

Vasco Dias: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight I had the misfortune of bumping into Gillmen backstage, and when I brought up the topic of this match he seemed so focused, so intent on winning that he didn’t seem to have a clue what has happened this week.

Terri Morasco: That’s right Vasco, unfortunately earlier this week the Kane household was struck with yet another tragedy as young Xander Kane was the victim of a terrible terrible accident and pronounced dead on the 29th December…..and I don’t think Mr Gillmen is aware of it.

Vasco Dias: He thinks this match is still going to happen, but Terri, I can’t see Spike Kane showing up tonight, let alone wanting to wrestle…

{The lights go out as “Crushed” by Parkway Drive hits the sound system. The crowd go silent as they rise to their feet in some weird show of respect for Spike Kane. Johnny Gillmen is nodding his head, set, and ready to fight….but Spike doesn’t come out. The referee leans over the ropes as the music dies out, looking to see where Spike Kane is.}

Vasco Dias: It doesn’t look like Spike is going to be joining us, and who could blame him?

Terri Morasco: I feel bad for Johnny, as he’s completely unaware of the situation.

{“Crushed” by Parkway Drive hits one more time, but once again, Spike doesn’t come out. The crowd begin to mumble to themselves, wondering what is going on as Johnny approaches the ref asking him what the hell is going on. Suddenly, the crowd collectively gasp, as Spike Kane emerges from behind the curtain, with no music playing, wearing the same clothes he was when we saw the unfortunate accident a few days ago, and dragging the Man of Steel Championship along the floor.}

Terri Morasco: ….oh my god.

Vasco Dias: Terri….I don’t think this is right, I really don’t think this match should go ahead….

{Spike looks almost zoned out as he heads towards the ring, stepping into the cell and nodding to the referee to lock it behind him. Spike throws the Man of Steel Championship into the ring, which causes Gillmen to smile, before rolling in after it. The referee approaches Spike and talks to him, but we can’t hear what is being said. Spike nods, and the referee grabs the belt and hands it through the door to the other referee and the bell rings.}

Terri Morasco: It’s… it’s actually happening Vasco…

Vasco Dias: Say what you will about Spike Kane, but who else would show up for a match days after the death of their son!?

{Spike still has a glazed over look on his face as Johnny Gillmen storms out of his corner. He charges at Spike and hits him with a clothesline that sends him into the turnbuckle. Kane slumps backwards and Gillmen continues his barrage. He sends a few shots to the ribs, and a kick or two to add. He then turns to run back into the middle of the ring, and storms back at Spike with a huge clothesline that finally drops the champion to the mat. The referee steps in and begins the ten count right off the bat.}

Terri Morasco: Johnny Gillmen is going to hate himself when he realises what has gone down here.

Vasco Dias: Good, he’ll join the rest of us who hate him anyway! Can’t he see Spike isn’t even fighting back!?

{The referee only gets to a three count before Spike pulls himself up via the ropes. Johnny grapples Spike and whips him off the ropes on the return Johnny attacks him with a headscissors takedown into a triangle choke!}

Terri Morasco: ….that’s the Wipeout!

Vasco Dias: Jeez Gillmen, open your eyes….umm...eye, dammit!

{Johnny wrenches in the hold, trying to do some damage to Spike, the referee drops down to check on Spike, but also to remind Gillmen of the rules. Just as Johnny nods his head and lets go of the hold, Spike’s eyes snap wide open. Gillmen backs off with his hands in the air as Spike pulls himself up, facing the hard camera. His eyes are wide, and the fans begin to notice it, his facial expression turns to one of a snarl as he turns to face the oncoming Johnny Gillmen.}

Terri Morasco: Oh no Vasco….

Vasco Dias: Jeez Terri, Gillmen doesn’t have a clue whats going on, Spike is about to go nuts!

{Spike Kane lets out an incredibly loud roar of rage as he clenches his fists at his side and storms at Gillmen, taking the unsuspecting surfer down with a viscious clothesline. Johnny gets back to his feet, only to be met with another clothesline, and another, and another! This time Johnny stays down. Spike seethes in the centre of the ring, he looks around but clearly isn’t looking at the crowd, or really taking in his surroundings too much, He drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, before looking under the apron for weapons. He pulls out a chair and throws it into the ring, and then another, and another, and another, and another, and another!}

Vasco Dias: I don’t think this match should continue Terri…

Terri Morasco: I’m worried about what might happen here.

{Spike rolls back into the ring like a man on a mission. He begins setting up the chairs in the middle of the ring, he sets up four of them, before keeping on in his hands. On the other side of the ring, Johnny Gillmen is climbing to his feet, looking a little dazed and confused at the ridiculous outburst. Spike’s eyes are burning with rage as Gillmen turns around and he clocks him right in the head with a chair! The sound echoes around the arena and the crowd “ooh” in response. However, Spike doesn’t stop, he slams the chair down on Gillmen, over and over!}

Vasco Dias: Somebody needs to stop this!

{The referee tries to tell Spike to stop so he can count, Spike all but growls at him as he throws the chair away. He drags Gillmen to his feet, as blood trickles from the head of Johnny. Spike whips him off the ropes and lifts him up….THE BLOOD GODS WRATH ON THE STEEL CHAIRS!!!! SPIKE HITS THE POP UP POWERBOMB TO GILLMEN THROUGH THE CHAIRS! The referee starts counting to ten as Spike drops to a knee…..he huffs and puffs long and hard…..the referee doesn’t hang around, he has a good idea of what is going on, and presumably has the IWF office in his ear and counts to ten fairly quickly, in anything, to try and spare Johnny Gillmen. The bell rings, and the referee on the outside opens the cell door and hands the Man of Steel championship to the ref on the inside.}

Terri Morasco: I’m so glad this is over.

Vasco Dias: For Johnny Gillmens sake….he should stay down.

{The referee hands the belt to Spike, who looks down at the belt and his eyes glaze over. He throws the belt down on the floor before dragging Johnny Gillmen back to his feet. He lifts him up on nails a SPIKE IMPAILER ON THE CHAIRS!!! The crowd groan in shock of the brutality in the ring. Spike Kane’s face is bright red as he breathes deeply, seething with rage. He drags Gillmens all but lifeless body back to his feet and hits ANOTHER SPIKE IMPLAIER!!! The crowd are stunned into silence right now. Vasco Dias is on his feet, shouting.}

Vasco Dias: SOMEONE NEEDS TO GET OUT HERE! HE’S GOING TO KILL HIM!

{As Spike drags Gillmen - who seems pretty much out cold - to his feet. He holds his head up and stares right at him, the anger in Spike seems like it could just burst out of him any second, suddenly there’s a small smatter of cheers from the crowd as bodies start to run from backstage. Rob Diamond, Bob Pooler, Falcon, Alex Jones, all led by Jake Conway rush to the ring. They all get between Spike and Gillmen, trying to reason with Spike. Falcon raises his hands and approaches Spike. Kane’s face is red with rage as he looks around at all of the men he called, or once called friend.}

Terri Morasco: Thank God they’re out here to stop this massacre.

{Falcon and Rob stand next to each other, Bob, Alex, and Jake step up. No matter what trivial feuds they all might have they’re here for a man who has lost his son, and is losing his mind. Falcone grabs Spike in a hard hug, Rob, Alex, Jake, and Bob all follow suit and Spike drops to his knees and just sobs in the centre of the ring. Behind the scene EMT’s rush to the ring to check on Johnny Gillmen.}

Vasco Dias: I don’t care who hears this, cut to something else!

{The feed cuts to an advertisement for the IWF Network.}

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2016 FEUD OF THE YEAR

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{ A high light package showcasing the feud between Rob Diamond and Steve Awesome starts up set to the tune of “Mama said knock you out” performed by Five Finger Death Punch. We see hellacious clips of Steve Awesome taking a brutal pile driver through a table onto the concrete floor which nearly ended his career. We see Steve returning after several months to battle Rob again and eventually come to defeat him in an epic empty arena match. We see the clip of Rob Diamond revealing the contract status of Steve Awesome to him on live television. The tone of the video changes as the music shifts to “Just a beautiful day” by Danko Jones as see Steve Awesome bringing Laura Howlett coffee, mopping floors and serving hot dogs. Leading up to the chorus we see high lights of the match between Rob Diamond and Jayson Matthews and just as the chorus hits we see Steve Awesome laying Rob out and officially deciding his contract wasn’t worth it. We see Steve standing tall as the song hits it’s quiet moment and we shift to highlights of Laura Howlett vs Mandi Matthews spliced together with the Awesome family Christmas ending with Laura getting the pin over Mandi and Laura screaming the words “YOU’RE FIRED!!!” at Steve Awesome… }

Vasco Dias: What an amazing video package showcasing Rob Diamond’s total domination of Steve Awesome during their feud.

Terri Morasco: I’m sorry, were you keeping track? They’re one to one in matches.

Vasco Dias: Yet only one of them has a contract still.

Terri Morasco: There’s no way that’s going to last long.

{ The crowd suddenly turns to booing as “Jekle and Hyde” by Five Finger Death Punch hits the pa and Rob comes walking out with a big shit eating grin on his face. He looks over to the podium and the statues to commemorate the occasion and almost acts shocked as he looks at it. The crowd starts to chant “Asshole” at him but Rob just ignores it and wipes away faux tears as he holds the statues up and close to his chest. }

Rob Diamond:: This is truly amazing… I never expected this…

{ He looks around with a sly grin. }

Rob Diamond:: Well okay, that’s a lie. I totally expected to win an award because I’m the Greatest of all Time BAYBAY!!!

{ The boos grow louder. }

Rob Diamond:: I mean, I had a tremendous 2016! I was two different singles champions! Fooled all of you idiots into thinking I was Superman while I battled Roberto Verona and then totally stabbed you all in the back when I joined up with the House of Howlett and revealed my plan the whole time was to keep the strap on Verona for as long as possible! I mean, what a goddamn year… Oh and there was that thing with Steve Awesome where he kicked his ass from season to the next until only one of us was left standing!

{ A “Steve Awesome” Chant breaks out. }

Rob Diamond:: Go ahead and cheer that asshole! He isn’t here! He’ll never be here again! Likely he’s already signed a contract with some two bit indy promotion where they crowned him a champion for just walking in the door! He never cared about you people!

{ The chants for Awesome don’t relent. }

Rob Diamond:: Oh you think you can just will him here!? You people are so fucking stupid! If Steve Awesome gave a shit about you he’d of beaned me with a chair three months ago! But the only thing that selfish son of a bitch cares about is money! And that’s where you’re going to find him! Wherever the biggest pile of money being shoved his way is!

{Rob Diamond: stands at the podium clutching both awards in each hand with his infamous grin.}

Rob Diamond::.....and another thing.

{Suddenly there is a big commotion in the crowd and Rob Diamond: looks over and spots Steve Awesome making his way through the crowd straight toward the podium!}

Vasco Dias: HEY! He can't be here! He has no contract, Terri!

Terri Morasco: After what happened over the holiday, I don't think he really cares.

{Steve Awesome hops the barricade, climbs onto the ramp and joins Rob Diamond on the stage by the podium. He walks up and grabs one of the awards out of Rob's hand and they both get nose to nose and they start talking trash to each other that's kind of inaudible to the camera but you can still see their lips move and you can sort of make out a number of four letter words.}

Vasco Dias: Someone get security out here quick!

Terri Morasco: This thing could explode!

{Steve doesn't take his eye's off Rob as he leans down to the microphone on the podium.}

Steve Awesome: It's not really a party without Steve Awesome, am I right folks?”

{The crowd cheer for the would be hero.}

Steve Awesome: So I came out here to say a few words about this award-”

{He glances back at Rob.}

Steve Awesome: - IF you don't mind!”

{Rob sneers at him and sarcastically motions toward the microphone.}

Steve Awesome: Thank you.

{He clears his throat.}

Steve Awesome: Let me start off by saying.....

{But he trails off, as if he's thinking of something else.}

Steve Awesome: The thing about it is-”

{He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.}

Steve Awesome: Fuck it.

{Steve immediately flips the podium over and lunges directly at Rob and starts raining down punches directly to his face as the crowd goes insane!}

Vasco Dias: NO! We need security!

Terri Morasco: I've never seen Steve Awesome this angry before in my life! He's just hammering Rob! And he deserves it! You know Rob had everything to do with what Laura Howlett did to Steve over the holidays.

Vasco Dias: You don't know that!

{Security manages to separate Steve off Rob! Rob was a little dazed and had a bloody nose but overall he was okay but Steve was seething with rage! The security guards had a hard time keeping him contained and he was screaming at Rob, almost roaring at him.}

Steve Awesome: YOU MADE MY DAUGHTER CRY! I'LL KILL YOU ROB! THIS THING AIN'T OVER ROB DIAMOND! NOT BY A FUCKING LONG SHOT!! I'M COMING FOR YOU!

{Rob Diamond: is yelling right back and trying to get past the guards and bleeding from the nose.}

Rob Diamond:: YOU SON OF A BITCH! BRING IT ON! I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!

{They both yell and scream at each other as security do their best to drag them away.}

Terri Morasco: It looks like this feud isn’t quite over and will bleed into 2017.

Vasco Dias: Feud? Steve Awesome doesn’t have a contract!

Terri Morasco: Not yet…

{ The camera focuses in on the two discarded awards as we head to commercial break. }


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SINGLES MATCH
Nighthawk vs Andrew Jacobsen

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{The opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him.}

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a sixty-minute time limit! Introducing first, being accompanied by Danielle Chase, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the North Star, Andrew Jacobsen!

Terri Morasco: Andrew had a successful outing the last time we saw him against Todd Williams and Falcon, and tonight he faces a challenge he brought upon himself. Vasco, do you think he’s in the right state of mind to be challenging an opponent like Nighthawk?

Vasco Dias: That’s a loaded question, Terri. Do I think he can beat Nighthawk? Well, the record books say he’s 2-0, but I don’t know if this Andrew Jacobsen has the same mettle in him. I guess we’ll see.

{Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}

Alison Valance: And his opponent…

{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.}

Alison Valance: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is the Wrestling Machine, Nighthawk!

Terri Morasco: Many, including Andrew Jacobsen himself, have hailed Nighthawk as one of IWF’s greatest heroes, and he looks to be all business here tonight as he heads into this third encounter.

Vasco Dias: I know that look in Nighthawk’s eyes. He’s taking this as seriously as any title challenge he’s ever had, and if I’m Andrew Jacobsen, I’m already adjusting my gameplan to accommodate.

{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.}

Terri Morasco: You could cut the tension in the air here with a knife! Neither man carrying any party favors into the ring, so here we go!

{The bell rings, and Andrew walks into the center of the ring, offering a handshake to Nighthawk. The Wrestling Machine eyes the outstretched hand suspiciously, and Andrew offers it again, insisting that he has no ulterior motive. Cautiously, without breaking eye contact, Nighthawk reaches out, taking the handshake. Andrew nods, pumping it once before letting go, and the two men begin to circle each other as the crowd applauds the show of respect.}

Terri Morasco: A nice display of sportsmanship from Andrew Jacobsen to start off this match, wouldn’t you say?

Vasco Dias: To be expected from this new—old?—Andrew. He puts as much faith into the trappings of the match as the athletic competition, and for better or worse it defines him.

{The two men close for a lockup, but as soon as Nighthawk grabs one of Andrew’s hands he spins out into a standing wristlock. He wrenches on the hold, trying to pull the taller Jacobsen down to size, and manages to drive Andrew to a knee. Andrew winces against the hold, pushing up slightly on the canvas, and gets enough purchase to spin under the hold and turn it into a hammerlock on Nighthawk. The smaller man winces in turn, reaching behind to try to loosen Andrew’s grip. He manages to get a hand behind Andrew’s neck and kicks himself up, using the momentum from swinging downwards again to snapmare Andrew over. As he’s thrown, Andrew releases the hold, and Nighthawk recovers quickly, pouncing on Andrew as he hits the mat and clamping him in a front facelock. Andrew struggles against the hold, looking for purchase, but Nighthawk has it on tight as a vice, and Andrew is forced to roll to one side to relieve the pressure.}

Vasco Dias: Nighthawk with that front facelock, almost looks like he’s going for a variant of a D’arce choke. We’re going to see a lot of submission wrestling out of these two men tonight, I guarantee it.

Terri Morasco: Both men incredibly skilled technicians, and we’re seeing it on display early.

{Andrew manages to roll his body, using his foot to hook the bottom rope, and the referee steps in. Nighthawk breaks the hold immediately, stepping back and eyeing Andrew cautiously. The North Star picks himself up, and the two men begin circling each other again. Andrew shoots in for a single leg takedown and gets it, using his superior size to drive Nighthawk to the canvas. He immediately scrambles for a leg grapevine, and Nighthawk is now the one reaching for the ropes quickly to break the hold. Before the referee can intervene, though, Andrew has already broken, and stands up, offering a hand back up to Nighthawk. The Chicago native eyes it suspiciously, but takes the hand, and Andrew cleanly pulls him back to his feet, stepping back and clapping his hands together. The crowd cheers the second display of sportsmanship, and Andrew can’t help but grin as the crowd roars.}

Terri Morasco: It’s clear that Andrew doesn’t just want to win, he wants to win fairly. He’s not cutting any corners tonight!

Vasco Dias: Well, he might live to regret that. Nighthawk’s had great success against him in the past, and some might say drove him to those levels of desperation. I do not envy him tonight.

{The two men lock up again, and Andrew drives Nighthawk into the corner, immediately breaking when they reach the buckles. Nighthawk braces against the corner, and as soon as Andrew is back out of the corner he explodes out with a leaping tilt-a-whirl arm drag! Andrew finds himself tossed head-over-heels, and rolls to a knee in shock as Nighthawk paces, stalking Andrew again. Andrew grins, nodding, and beckons the Wrestling Machine in. The two men close, and Andrew quickly reels Nighthawk in by one arm and snaps him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Nighthawk bounces off the canvas, holding his back, and Andrew grins, applauding.}

Terri Morasco: Looks like both men have decided to shift away from the ground game a little here!

Vasco Dias: If you eliminate their technical games from both sides of the equation, Andrew becomes more of a power wrestler and Nighthawk an aerialist. Those might be the lines down which the remainder of this match is drawn.

{Andrew and Nighthawk close with each other again, and Nighthawk feints an enzuigiri, causing Andrew to duck. Anticipating this reaction, Nighthawk drops down and snares him with a back heel trip, knocking Andrew off of his feet. He grabs Andrew’s legs, flipping through into a jackknife cover for the first pinning combination of the match!

ONE!
TWO!

Andrew manages to kick his legs up, hooking them around Nighthawk’s arms, and powers over into a sunset flip-style pin!

ONE!
TWO!

Nighthawk kicks his own legs forward, shifting Andrew back and cradling his legs into a rana pin!

ONE!
TWO!

Andrew kicks out forcefully, pushing Nighthawk over onto his face, and spins around, snaring Nighthawk’s arms in a double chickenwing and rolling him over into a bridging pin!

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Both men roll to their feet, and the crowd responds with another rousing ovation for them.}

Terri Morasco: We hadn’t seen any pin attempts so far, but we just got four in dizzying succession there. They haven’t done much damage, why try this early?

Vasco Dias: You gauge your opponent with an early pin attempt. How they escape tells you a lot about their ring state and how they’ll wrestle the match. They both seem to be going fairly cautious so far.

{The two combatants lock up again, and Andrew spins into a rear waistlock. Nighthawk quickly escapes to one of his own, only to find his own attempts reversed as Jacobsen re-secures the waistlock. He lifts the smaller man, dropping him onto the canvas with an amateur-style takedown. His hands remain clasped, and he rolls Nighthawk over into a bridging pin!

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Andrew keeps his fingers firmly clasped, wrenching on the hold, and rolls them both to a seated position. Nighthawk plants a foot underneath and pushes off, adding his own burst of momentum to the roll, and Andrew is disoriented enough that it lets Nighthawk throw his weight into Andrew’s right arm and roll free. Both men are to their feet again, and Andrew shoots in for a double-leg takedown, only to have Nighthawk sprawl to defend.}

Vasco Dias: Excellent takedown defense from Nighthawk here. This is exactly the technical clinic

{Nighthawk floats over, cinching in a rear chinlock and trying for a rear naked choke. Andrew catches one of his feet with his hands and attempts to wrench him into a toehold, but Nighthawk is ready to release the chinlock and yank his leg back to counter. Nighthawk rolls to his feet in the corner, and Andrew charges in after him only to be sidestepped and hit the turnbuckle chest-first! Nighthawk spins him around, but Andrew immediately snares a front facelock. He maneuvers Nighthawk back from the turnbuckle, but as he moves to hook him for a snap suplex Nighthawk slips his leg behind Andrew’s and rolls him forward into the IT CAME FROM JAPAN I!

ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!}

Terri Morasco: And another swift pin attempt from Nighthawk, this one coming closer than any we’ve seen so far in this match!

Vasco Dias: Ironic that Andrew’s career revival started in Japan, because It Came from Japan almost put this night to a close for him!

{Nighthawk is undeterred, back-rolling and snaring Andrew’s ankle in a kneeling ankle lock! He wrenches on the hold, dropping down to grapevine and complete the HANGMAN’S NOOSE! Nighthawk wrenches on the leg, determined look on his face, and Andrew cries out in pain, reaching back and trying to free himself. He struggles, rolling onto his back, and Nighthawk refuses to release the hold. Andrew manages to get his other leg up and around, using the heel of his boot to pry at Nighthawk’s hands. With a mighty push, he manages to break Nighthawk’s grip, and he yanks his leg up, snapping free of the hold! Andrew rolls to his feet, hobbling slightly, and quickly grabs at Nighthawk’s leg, spinning for a figure-four before rolling him over into the NAGATA LOCK! Andrew only gets to wrench on the hold for a few moments, however, as Nighthawk swiftly hooks an arm around the bottom rope, forcing a break.}

Vasco Dias: Nagata Lock from Jacobsen, Hangman’s Noose from Nighthawk. Both men are trying to go after the other’s vertical base here with signature holds, and time will tell which one was more effective!

{Andrew rolls to his feet, frustrating beginning to show, and he bulls Nighthawk back into the corner again, delivering a resounding knife-edge chop! Nighthawk staggers a bit, and Andrew delivers another one, drawing an ooh from the crowd. As he goes for a third, Nighthawk ducks under, shoving Andrew into the corner, and replies with a snapping European uppercut! He unloads with a second, then a third, then a fourth, stepping back and letting Andrew stagger out of the corner before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him to the ropes. Nighthawk drops underneath Jacobsen, hopping up and leapfrogging him on the second trip, and catches him on the third with a dazzling standing dropkick straight to Andrew’s temple! Nighthawk hangs in the air for a brief moment, twisting his body to land on Andrew as he falls with a moonsault! He hooks the leg!

ONE!
TWO!
THR—NO! Andrew kicks his shoulder up at the last moment!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew decided to make this a striking contest, and Nighthawk managed to fire right back up with that offensive flurry!

Vasco Dias: Andrew’s striking has never been his strong suit, and I think that shows how desperate he’s becoming. He needs more than that, and he needs it soon.

{Nighthawk smoothly seizes on Andrew, locking him in a short arm scissors and wrenching back on the hold. Andrew struggles against the hold, and Nighthawk moves with his struggling, switching as Andrew rolls onto his stomach to a Fujiwara armbar. He steps over, kneeling and applying more pressure on Andrew’s right arm. The larger man struggles, trying to wrestle his arm over and free himself from the punishing hold. He pushes his feet underneath himself, and with a burst of strength rolls forward. Nighthawk is caught off guard, spinning to attempt to keep the hold on. Andrew manages to roll to his knees, immediately reaching forward and locking his hands. He grits his teeth, beginning to haul Nighthawk up in a powerbomb lift! Nighthawk lets his arm go, slipping through Andrew’s arms, but Andrew is ready, drilling him as he drops to his feet with a vicious discus chop! He shakes his arm out slightly, grabbing Nighthawk by the wrist, and slings him to the rope, popping him up and dropping him with the GORDIE HOWE SPECIAL! Andrew hooks the leg, closing his eyes!

ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT! Andrew nods, taking a deep breath, and shakes out his right arm as the crowd applauds Nighthawk’s show of spirit.}

Terri Morasco: The heart of a warrior in Nighthawk’s chest there, kicking out of that massive pop-up uppercut by Jacobsen!

Vasco Dias: But you have to question the wisdom of using his already-injured right arm on those strikes. He may be sowing his own defeat in his attempts to claim victory.

{Andrew shakes his head, grabbing Nighthawk by the arm and slinging him into the corner. He charges in after him, leaping and crushing him into the turnbuckle with a vicious Stinger Splash! He measures Nighthawk as he staggers out of the corner, ducking his head and smoothly lifting him up and over with the Northern Lights suplex he calls the BOREALIS!

ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT! Andrew shakes his head and backs into the corner, climbing to the second rope. He measures the prone Nighthawk, and leaps off with a senton…ONLY FOR NIGHTHAWK TO COUNTER IT MID-DIVE INTO A CROSS ARMBREAKER ON THE BAD ARM! Andrew flails against the hold, trying desperately to twist and contort his body to break the hold, but Nighthawk is relentless, clinging on like a pitbull!}

Vasco Dias: WHAT A COUNTER! That bad arm of Andrew’s is coming back to haunt him again, and it’s starting to look more and more like it’ll be his undoing!

Terri Morasco: If he can’t escape that hold, Andrew may just need to tap out to save his future!

{Andrew struggles more, but Nighthawk wrenches on the hold, the look in his eyes almost daring him to strike his way out of the hold. Andrew refuses, though, kicking his feet underneath him, and he manages to push his larger frame just enough to turn the hold into a pinning combination!

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Nighthawk releases the hold, back-rolling and sliding under the bottom rope. He pops up on the apron, measuring Andrew carefully. Andrew, for his part, rises to his feet, shaking his arm out again and wincing. Nighthawk springboards in, looking for a flying clothesline, but Andrew manages to catch him mid-leap and haul him down into a bearhug! Andrew wrenches on the smaller man, letting out a defiant bellow of rage as he thrashes Nighthawk about in his grip!}

Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen just managing to keep hope alive there with that reversal. How fortunate can you get?

Vasco Dias: Fortunate, yes, but he also has a long memory. He remembers the injury to Nighthawk’s ribs, and there’s no way he hasn’t decided to go back to an old favorite.

{Andrew hauls back on the bearhug, eliciting a cry of pain from the Wrestling Machine, and redoubles his grip, punctuating things with another vicious wrench. Nighthawk’s arms, left free by the nature of the counter, swing by his side, and he pulls his left arm up, driving down into the crook of Andrew’s right with a sharp elbow. Andrew staggers, managing to keep the hold locked in, but a second elbow forces him to let go, dropping Nighthawk to his feet. Andrew staggers back, and Nighthawk hops in place, spinning and drilling Jacobsen in the shoulder with a modified Roaring Elbow! Andrew staggers back, holding his shoulder, and Nighthawk follows with a sharp spinning kick to the gut, doubling Andrew over. He hooks the Minnesotan’s head, trying to drag him down into the Windy City Stretch, but Andrew swings his left arm around and up, catching Nighthawk on the jaw with a high-angle palm strike. This staggers Nighthawk for a moment, but a moment is all Andrew needs to kick his legs up and power Nighthawk up and down with the FURE NO HOSHI back suplex chokeslam! Both men are laid out, gasping for air on the canvas, and the crowd erupts in cheers as the ref checks on them.}

Terri Morasco: FURE NO HOSHI! One of Andrew’s exports he brought back from Japan, and now both of these tremendous gladiators are laid out in the center of the ring!

Vasco Dias: Like I said, it turned into a battle of speed versus power. One of these men has to give, though. They’ve been fighting for a while now, and time’s going to start to be their enemy very soon.

{The referee begins his count as both men stir on the canvas.

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Andrew pushes himself up with his left arm, shuddering from the exertion, as Nighthawk rolls to his stomach, coughing slightly.

FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!

Andrew grabs onto the ropes, pulling himself up with all his might, and Nighthawk manages to get a foot underneath himself, struggling to push himself up that last bit.

SEVEN!
EIGHT!

Andrew’s grasping arm finally finds purchase on the top rope, and he hauls himself up bodily as Nighthawk manages to press himself back to his feet. Both men stare each other down as they rise, the crowd chants alternating between “LET’S GO NIGHT-HAWK!” and “LET’S GO AN-DREW!” with equal volume and enthusiasm}

Terri Morasco: Thank God. I think the one result neither of these men wanted was a double count-out in the middle of the ring. And listen to that ovation!

Vasco Dias: They want this to end cleanly and clearly, but that moment of exhaustion just bled even more time off the clock. I’m loving this as much as the people are, but they need to pick it up.

Terri Morasco: And they will when we come back, live on IWF Sacrifice!

{COMMERCIAL BREAK}

{When we return, Nighthawk is struggling against a side headlock being applied by Andrew. The larger man bears down on the hold, wrenching tightly, and Nighthawk manages to stagger back to the ropes. He shoots Andrew off, but the Minnesotan comes back with a shoulder block, dropping Nighthawk to the canvas. He hits the ropes, but Nighthawk is right back up, crisscrossing each other. Andrew plants his feet and stops, trying to press Nighthawk up for another Gordie Howe Special, but Nighthawk counters into a wheelbarrow hold. He pushes up, looking to flip through with a victory roll, but Andrew hooks one of Nighthawk’s arms and lifts him for a half nelson backbreaker…but Nighthawk counters again into a high-angle arm drag, sending Andrew flying! Both men roll through the move and to their knees, finding themselves on opposite sides of the ring!}

Terri Morasco: And welcome back to IWF Sacrifice, with what has become an unexpected marathon between Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen. Both men jockeyed for position throughout the commercial break, but as you can see, neither has the advantage at the moment.

Vasco Dias: A lesser wrestler would have wilted under half of this offense. It’s a testament to the level of athlete we employ in IWF. Only the greats make it look this easy.

{Both men fix each other with a narrow-eyed glare, and they meet each other in the middle of the ring almost instantaneously. Andrew throws a left-armed chop, and Nighthawk responds with a European uppercut. Andrew staggers back, switching to a left-arm elbow this time, and now it’s Nighthawk’s turn to reel. The Chicago native lets his momentum carry him back to the ropes, coming off and leaping for a step-up frankensteiner! Andrew manages to steady himself, though, and gets his arms up to block the hold, leaving Nighthawk in perfect position for the ICE BREAKER! As Andrew moves to drop him, though, Nighthawk seizes his legs around Andrew’s neck and turns it into a snap frankensteiner! Nighthawk hooks both legs desperately!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT! Nighthawk shakes his head, taking a deep breath and looking over at the prone form of Andrew Jacobsen with a certain amount of disbelief.}

Terri Morasco: I don’t think this is the Andrew Jacobsen Nighthawk expected here tonight at all. Do you see that look in his eyes?

Vasco Dias: That’s not regret, though, I’ve seen Nighthawk’s regret before. That’s excitement.

{Nighthawk looks to the turnbuckle and nods, reaching down and dragging Andrew closer to it. He claps his hands together, turning and leaping to deliver another standing moonsault. He rolls to his feet, shaking his head, and charges in, leaping and bounding off the second rope with another moonsault across Andrew’s shoulder! Nighthawk rolls up and through again, but as he leaps over Andrew, the Minnesotan’s left arm flashes out, scooping him up in a schoolboy roll-up! The ref doesn’t have time to count, though, as Andrew rolls with Nighthawk, spinning into a modified rear waistlock. Andrew clasps his hands and wrenches Nighthawk over with a huge German suplex right onto the back of his head! His arms remain clasped, though, and he grunts, rolling through and delivering a second!}

Terri Morasco: Hat Trick coming! If he can hit that third German suplex, it could be academic!

Vasco Dias: Look at the exertion! This is taking everything from him!

{Andrew lifts Nighthawk for the third suplex, but once again the Wrestling Machine goes back to the arm, hammering it to block. Andrew lets go, the Hat Trick interrupted, and Nighthawk runs to the ropes, leaping and looking to wrap him up for the DEAD ON TIME! NO! Andrew manages to get a left elbow up into Nighthawk’s face, dropping him to a knee again! Andrew shakes his right arm out again, shaking his head, and lets out a loud bellow, which is reciprocated by most of the crowd. He hits the ropes, eyes locked on Nighthawk, and drills him with a brutal Shining Wizard! Andrew finds himself flung forward by the momentum, but manages to hook a leg for the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT! Andrew pounds the mat with his good arm, shaking his head furiously as the ring announcer speaks up.}

Alison Valance: There are five minutes remaining in this contest!

Terri Morasco: Five minutes left! Nothing like that to put the fear of God into you!

Vasco Dias: They need to hit that big move, and they need to hit it soon!

{Andrew groans, pulling himself to his feet, and charges the groggily rising Nighthawk. Nighthawk dips his shoulder, though, and Andrew finds himself sailing to the outside, landing hard on the bad shoulder. He clutches it in agony, scrambling around and trying to regain his footing quickly. Nighthawk, refusing to let the situation slip out of his clutches, hits the ropes, coming over the top with a twisting plancha that bowls Andrew over! Nighthawk grabs his opponent by the seat of his tights, hauling Andrew to his feet and slinging him back inside. As if on adrenaline, he shouts to the crowd now, who respond just as they did for Andrew. He climbs onto the apron, measuring Andrew, and slingshots in with a guillotine leg drop! Nighthawk rolls into the cover!

ONE!
TWO
THRE—NO! Nighthawk shakes his head as Andrew kicks out again, both men slowly getting to their feet.}

Terri Morasco: What a match this has been! But they need to end this soon, or it’ll all be for nothing!

{Nighthawk lets Andrew rise this time, charging him again. Andrew manages to sidestep him, however, and he gives Nighthawk a slight assist on towards the ropes. Bouncing off with extra velocity, Nighthawk rebounds into a huge snapping Double A spinebuster! Andrew drops to a knee, gasping for air, but manages to stand back up, grabbing Nighthawk’s legs and looking to the crowd for approval. They roar their approval, and Andrew steps through, crossing Nighthawk’s legs. Nighthawk struggles against the hold, trying to spin against Andrew and block it, clenching his teeth tightly as he fights it.}

Terri Morasco: Andrew almost has the Sharpshooter! This could be it! This could be it!

{Nighthawk draws in on himself, and he kicks at Andrew’s hands, forcing him to let go. Exploding out, Nighthawk mule-kicks Andrew back, driving him into the corner. He rolls to his feet, charging in and leaping into a shoulder thrust. Andrew staggers out of the corner and Nighthawk hooks his head in a three-quarter facelock, running up the turnbuckle and delivering a shiranui! Nighthawk reaches back and hooks one leg wearily!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT!}

Alison Valance: Sixty seconds remaining!

Vasco Dias: Now or never!

{Nighthawk shakes his head again, groaning, and pulls Andrew to his feet. He whips Andrew off the ropes, but Andrew ducks under his attempted dropkick. Nighthawk lands on his feet, and Andrew hits the ropes. Nighthawk throws him into the ropes with an extra head of steam, but Andrew gathers his senses and comes off with an attempted spear! Nighthawk leapfrogs Andrew, planting and dipping his shoulder for a back body drop. Andrew rolls over his back, snaring a rear waistlock and running him to the ropes before yanking him back for an O’Connor roll!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT!}

Alison Valance: Thirty seconds remaining!

Terri Morasco: So close! Will one of them pull it out?!

{Andrew moves with the momentum of the kickout, coming back with a left-arm lariat…only for Nighthawk to duck in turn and wrap him up in a crucifix! He drags Andrew down, rolling through and cinching in the HANGMAN’S CLUTCH! Andrew struggles against the hold, clawing at the locked hands, and Nighthawk bridges back, roaring with righteous fury!}

Terri Morasco: HE’S GOT IT! HANGMAN’S CLUTCH IS ON!

Vasco Dias: Will he submit?! WILL HE SUBMIT?!

{Andrew struggles, kicking his legs underneath himself, and tries to roll towards the ropes, but Nighthawk rolls with him! Andrew tries to find the ropes, but they’re nowhere close enough! He closes his eyes, gritting his teeth, and as tears begin to form, he raises his arm, trembling…just as the bell rings! Nighthawk releases the hold, looking up in confusion, and the referee shakes his head as Alison Valance announces the decision.}

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the official has declared this contest a time-limit draw!

{The crowd seems disappointed, and a chant of “FIVE MORE MI-NUTES!” springs up among them. Andrew and Nighthawk pull themselves to their feet, and they lock eyes again, the crowd roaring in approval as they stare each other down. Nighthawk holds his index finger and thumb half an inch apart, mouthing “I had you”, and Andrew nods back, hands up defensively. The two men stare at each other a moment longer before Nighthawk offers his hand to Andrew. Andrew looks down at it, a slow smile of relief crossing his face, and he takes it, shaking gingerly and nodding at Nighthawk. The Chicagoan doesn’t break eye contact, nodding back, and releases the handshake. Both men exit the ring, Nighthawk clutching his ribs and Andrew his shoulder, and make their way up the ramp to the sound of approval from the fans in attendance.}

Vasco Dias: That was what it was, Terri: two men giving their all and finding their equal. I’m not big for the constant bowing and scraping that a lot of these matches can turn into, but I enjoyed myself there. Hats off, gentlemen.

Terri Morasco: But they still have that question unsettled in their minds, Vasco. How much will that weigh on them?

Vasco Dias: More than either of them wants to, Terri. Trust me on that.

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EXTREME RULES MATCH
If Helena Sawyer wins, she earns a Shieldmaiden opportunity at Metamorphosis
Helena Sawyer vs Kate Steele

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{“Monster” by Paramore hits and Kate Steele...comes flying through the curtain with Helena Sawyer stomping out after her. She throws her down the ramp, tumbling all the way down to ringside. She points to herself and she could be heard through the camera’s audio.}

Helena Sawyer: You’re not taking my opportunity.

{She grabs Kate by her colorful hair and slams her into the barricade. She then grabs her again and rolls her into the ring. Helena gets in and waits in the corner. The referee checks Kate who is now to her feet, holding the back of her neck, nodding that she is still game for the match.}

Terri Morasco: Guts by Kate.

Vasco Dias: Yeah, we’re about to see them.

{Helena charges in with a shoulder to the midsection of Kate, collapsing her in the corner. She pulls her up and out of the corner, hooking both arms and hitting her with a Butterfly Suplex into the center of the ring.

She lifts Kate up only to twist her around into the “Dark Mother’s Blessing” (Sister Abigail). She hooks the leg and gets the three count, advancing to Metamorphosis and the Shieldmaiden.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and Number One Contender for the IWF Shieldmaiden...HELENA...SAAAAAWYER!

Terri Morasco: Just complete decimation by Helena Sawyer.

Vasco Dias: And now we get to see the battle creeps at Metamorphosis for the Shieldmaiden.

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2016 HERO OF THE YEAR

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{"Cult of Personality" hits the speakers in the Pensacola Bay Center and out to a roaring ovation is Mike Laszlo. He walks over to the podium and stands there with a smile on his face. He grabs hold of the award and looks it over before setting it back down and placing his hands on the edges of the podium.}

Mike Laszlo: You know...two years ago I won this award myself.

{He glances at it again.}

Mike Laszlo: And I probably would have won it again if I would have comeback just a bit sooner and beat the crap out of the House of Howlett than I did.

{He shrugs his shoulders.}

Mike Laszlo: But what the hell...let's take a look at the nominees, shall we?

{A video clip of highlights of the various nominees is shown, everyone from Dre Cutler, to Warren Kane, to Rob Diamond, to Jayson Matthews, to Nighthawk, to Johnny Gillmen, to Steve Awesome. We go back to the stage and Mike is pointing up with a quizzical look on his face.}

Mike Laszlo: You mean I wasn't even nominated?

{He shakes his head in sarcastic disgust.}

Mike Laszlo: No wonder whoever's name is on this piece of paper won...sheesh...anyway.

{He opens the envelope and reveals the name to himself.}

Mike Laszlo: Your winner, for Hero of the Year of 2016...NIGHTHAWK!!!

{As "I Remember" by Tristam booms out over the sound system, Nighthawk walks gingerly to the podium with his body still wracked with pain from the match he had with Andrew Jacobsen. Taking the trophy kindly from Mike Laszlo Nighthawk moves to the lectern, clearly shocked at what is going on.}

Nighthawk: "There aren't words for this. As long as I live, there will never be words for this. Your support, unflagging and constant, got me through that night in White Plains. It's gotten me through every close call and near miss in this whole year. And I vow, with every ounce of blood and talent I have left, I will fight on your behalf harder and longer than I did in 2016.

One quick word on tonight's festivities if you'll allow me the pleasure. Tonight, I faced Andrew Jacobsen and we went to the time limit. I want one more shot, Andrew, and I think you do too. So here is what I propose. At our next PPV, you and I do this again. No time limit. 2-out-of-3 falls. I await your answer.”

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2016 DIAMOND OF THE YEAR

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Alison Valance: Up next, we will present the most prestigious Diamonds Award of the evening...the IWF Diamond of the Year 2016...

{The lights in the arena start to twinkle like diamonds, green, purple and red with the melodic holler and drum beat of ''Black and Silver" by Xandria. }

Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome home the Imperial Wrestling Federation Head Of Diamonds Division ...the Queen Of Diamonds...KATHLEEN CONWAY!

{The chords of an organ punctuate the words as Kathleen Conway appears on the stage with one hand on her right hip. She is wearing a stylish white dress, diamond earrings, a diamond necklace and white high heel shoes. She receives uncharacteristically warm reception. as she steps up to present the award.}

Kathy Conway: Thank you, Alison. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for us to honour the woman who made the most outstanding contribution to the continued and thriving success of not only MY Diamonds Division, but also to the ever evolving face of female professional wrestling around the world. The nominees for this award are: Heiress to the Throne 2016 Finalist, Sara Garcia, her sister, Paige, the former and longest reigning Shieldmaiden in IWF history and the current Diamonds Champion. Former Shieldmaiden, Crystal Millar, Current Shieldmaiden and longest reigning 3 time Diamonds Champion, Eternity, the 2016 Heiress to the Throne Sarah Jade Wilson, and last but by no means least, the former 2 time Diamonds Champion, Jessica Reed. All fine women and remarkable athletes in their own right, I'm sure you'll agree but as the saying goes, there can only be one winner...

{Kathy opens the golden envelope carefully, as the camera focuses on the prestigious award for a moment.}

Kathy Conway: And that winner, your IWF Diamond of the Year 2016 is...ETERNITY!

{As soon as the winner is announced, the lights go out. A memorial photograph of a smiling young boy, so bright and full of life appears on the Imperitron.}

IN LOVING MEMORY OF
XANDER AIDEN KANE
January 10th 2009 - December 29th 2016.

{A soft blue light then bathes the arena, and the crowd falls into silence.

A solemn ten bell salute then follows, as Kathy closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

On the eighth toll, Eternity walks out onto the stage, her head lowered, a hat and veil hiding her grief. Eternity reveals a weathered white rook from inside her gloved palm and sets it beside the statuette of her Diamond of the Year Award.

It is only long after the echo of the final toll has faded that Eternity speaks.}

Eternity: Forget not the son that ha fallen when a new son rises. As a new day dawns, forget not the night that lingers. Like a memory, gone but not forgotten. Happy New Year in the shadow of the old...and the young. All are equal in the tears of grief, however bitter an however brief. A fallen child, a forgotten child, remembered not once but twice, for all time. You will not be forgotten my children, none of you. You are part of my legacy and his...and his now...

{Eternity says nothing further, and takes her leave after collecting her award and the chess piece.}

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"IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP"
By order of Roberto Verona, this "contest" will be held inside a local high school gymnasium
Zasshu vs Cable Arcane "(c)"

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{ We open to a jam packed Bristol Eastern High School gymnasium in Bristol, Connecticut. There isn’t even standing room left as the place is packed from wall to wall for this special occasion. }

Vasco Dias: I can’t believe this is happening.

Terri Morasco: This is what Cable asked for.

Vasco Dias: This isn’t even close!

Terri Morasco: He said he was going to take his talents some place else and this could be his future.

Vasco Dias: There are other promotions that tour actual arenas.

Terri Morasco: Are you actually taking Cable’s side against Verona?

Vasco Dias: No… I’m just saying is all…

Terri Morasco: This is Terri Morasco and Vasco Dias via remote to call the IWF Imperial Championship match being broad cast live from Bristol Eastern High School in Bristol, Connecticut.

Vasco Dias: Unbelievable.

Terri Morasco: Cable Arcane will be defending his championship against the only man to answer his challenge for open fight night, brother in the House, Zasshu.

Vasco Dias: I’m honestly shocked more people didn’t jump at the chance.

Terri Morasco: According to Cable they’re all afraid of him.

Vasco Dias: I wouldn’t doubt that.

{ The lights in the gym suddenly turn dark and then strobe red as “Long live the Chief” by Jidenna hits the pa system. The paying crowd actually pops pretty big for Cable Arcane as he steps through the curtain on the small entrance ramp looking visibly angry. Cable marches toward the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope demanding a microphone before this match begins. }

Terri Morasco: Looks like the champion has something to say.

Vasco Dias: I bet he does.

{ The crowd is chanting for him as the audience is mostly made up of what we call smart fans who see Cable for his talent and not his persona but he isn’t having it. }

Cable Arcane: SHUT! THE! HELL! UP!!!

{ The chanting stops for a moment as he continues. }

Cable Arcane: You people think I’m happy to be here in this gym!? You think I want to wrestle in front of you!? I’m the IMPERIAL CHAMPION! THE 2016 SUPERSTAR OF THE YEAR! THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!!

{ They begin chanting Best in the World now. }

Cable Arcane: And I’m here in this fucking gym wrestling in front of the likes of you!

{ But that stops them. }

Cable Arcane: I’ve sold out the Tokyo Dome! I’ve sold out the Garden! I’ve wrestled in front of larger crowds than any Superbowl in human history! And you people think cheering for me makes this bitter pill easier to swallow! Being here in front of you is the biggest slap in my face I have ever experienced in my wrestling career!

{ Boos start to rise up through out the gym. }

Cable Arcane: The only point this proves to me is Roberto Verona does not see the value I bring to his company! I legitimize this championship! I make it more sought after! More coveted! Every day my title reign grows the more respected IWF is and the more eyes we have on this company! I am the first true athlete in the history of IWF to hold this belt! Everyone else before me has been some tired clichéd gimmick! Clinging to professional wrestling’s past when everyone was a clown or a vampire! Back when professional wrestling was a joke! But me? I’m a true athlete! A master of two sports! I dominated MMA and then I dominated Professional Wrestling! If you think IWF is the only company throwing money at me you’re dead wrong!

{ He looks around grimacing. }

Cable Arcane: I could be wrestling Dante Saffron tomorrow for the Redemption Championship with a single phone call!

{ The crowd pops at the mention of another company’s champion. }

Cable Arcane: Instead I’m here in front of you! Because Roberto Verona thinks he has something to prove. Well you’ve certainly proved you’re afraid of me! You’re afraid of how good I am! Afraid of how dominate I am! Afraid of what I’d do if you ever stepped into a ring with me! That’s why you didn’t accept my challenge yourself! That’s why you’re facing a washed up loser like Jack Gaither! That’s why I have to wrestle Zasshu!

{ He looks around again getting even more disgusted. }

Cable Arcane: There is nothing prestigious about IWF! There is nothing left worth respecting! This company died with its last truly great champion, Angel Blake! The moment Verona’s cabana boy became champion this whole company went to hell. I tried to restore it but it’s clear now the only reason this company exists is to stroke the ego of Roberto Verona! And I’m telling you right now if I don’t have a real challenge, someone I haven’t already beaten time and again come Metamorphosis you better believe I’m taking MY Imperial Championship somewhere else! I don’t care about the law suits! I don’t care about the verbal wars! I will take MY title that I won fair and square and I will defend it in a company that actually respects me!

{ With that he tosses the microphone as “Villainy Thrives” by Trivium hits the pa. }

Vasco Dias: More threats from the champion.

Terri Morasco: I don’t think they’re threats.

Vasco Dias: I think he better stop calling Verona out.

{ Zasshu steps out through the curtain, Laura Howlett is not with him as he makes his way toward the ring. The Bristol crowd is very excited to see him as he runs up the steps and hops over the top rope. }

Terri Morasco: Well the challenger has arrived but I’m not sure how well he is going to fare against an enraged Cable.

Vasco Dias: Normally I don’t like to talk bad about someone I like but Zasshu is facing an uphill battle against Cable Arcane and should consider just forfeiting.

Terri Morasco: I’m sure you’d like Cable to get an easy win.

Vasco Dias: I’d prefer Zasshu not get hurt.

{ The referee calls for the bell but Cable comes roaring out of the corner with a forearm smash to Zasshu that sends him backward into the corner. Cable moves right in with rights and lefts over and over culminating with a throat jab and a spin kick to the midsection. Cable grabs Zasshu and pulls him out of the corner and spins him around with a corner vertical suplex! }

Vasco Dias: Arcane isn’t letting up on Zasshu!

Terri Morasco: It’s amazing to think that these two are partners in the House!

{ Cable is right up and screams at the top of his lungs before grabbing Zasshu and ripping him up to his feet only to connect with several knee strikes to the gut of Zasshu, unrelenting, Zasshu doubles over and Cable lifts him up off the ground with a pump handle back breaker! }

Terri Morasco: Cable is just vicious tonight!

Vasco Dias: Wouldn’t you be if you had to wrestle in these conditions!?

Terri Morasco: He’s the Imperial Champion! He should be happy to just hold that belt!

Vasco Dias: And defend it in a gym!

{ Cable pushes Zasshu over and tries to pin him but Zasshu kicks out at one! Cable pushes himself up off the mat and hits a running knee lift on Zasshu as he tries to stand and pulls him into a swinging neck breaker! Cable gets right back to his feet and stomps Zasshu as hard as he can over his back. Cable reaches down and grips him by the mask and throws him hard into the corner of the ring! Cable charges in but Zasshu kicks his legs up and swings down behind Cable and connects with a shin kick to the back of his head! }

Terri Morasco: There we go! The face of the future got a kick in!

Vasco Dias: Just a kick!

{ Zasshu hits three more kicks to the back of Cable’s head before grabbing the ropes and spring boarding off with a tornado ddt on Cable Arcane! Zasshu kips up and runs to the ropes again, spring boarding off with a moonsult! Zasshu is right up, the momentum on his side as he hits the ropes and comes back with Rolling Thunder and the pin attempt. Cable kicks out at one. }

Vasco Dias: The champion isn’t going down that easy!

Terri Morasco: Easy? Zasshu just took control of this match in a very real way!

Vasco Dias: It’s a temporary thing.

{ Zasshu heads to the corner of the ring and climbs to the top, he’s looking for the world’s best moonsult but Cable pulls his knees up and Zasshu lands hard and rolls off. Cable gets back to his feet and connects with another running knee. He pulls Zasshu up to his feet and hits a big lunging clothes line that sends Zasshu spinning head over heels! }

Vasco Dias: And that’s why he’s the champion! He knows exactly when and where to hit and he hits hard!

Terri Morasco: He’s definitely one of the best but Zasshu is holding his own.

{ Cable is up and he’s looking more upset than ever as Zasshu tries to stand up. Cable comes in with a running boot to the midsection and pulls Zasshu in for a vicious Canadian backbreaker! Cable doesn’t let up and pulls Zasshu up to his feet again and hits him with a big power breakr! Cable goes for the cover again but Zasshu manages to kick out at two. }

Terri Morasco: The masked man is pushing through the punishment of the champion.

Vasco Dias: Again, a mistake on his part. All he’s doing is prolonging the inevitable. Cable is the best in the world for a reason.

{ Cable stands up, he’s seething as the crowd seems to be on his side again. Zasshu is slow to stand up and Cable comes running in but Zasshu connects with an ezugiri that rocks Cable. Zasshu comes at him hard with an overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Cable sliding across the ring. Arcane starts to get up but Zasshu comes off the ropes with a bicycle kick across the back of the champions neck. Zasshu grabs the champion and heads to the ropes for sliced bread! He then kips up and climbs the ropes and comes off the top with a 450 splash!!! }

Terri Morasco: We may have a new Imperial Champion!

Vasco Dias: There is no way in hell!

Terri Morasco: He’s going for the cover!

{ Zasshu covers but Arcane is able to kick out at two. Zasshu doesn’t care and instead gets to his feet and lines up for the Buenes Noches Kick. Cable starts to stand and Zasshu comes in but Cable ducks the kick and comes back with a leaping knee to the face! Cable grabs Zasshu and throws him into the corner and comes in with a running knee and then takes him out of the corner with a running bull dog! }

Vasco Dias: There we go! That’s why he’s the best!

Terri Morasco: He’s sure managed to keep control of most of this match!

Vasco Dias: As the champion should!

{ Zasshu starts to push himself up but Cable comes off the ropes with a roll over neck breaker on Zasshu! Cable gets back to his feet and grabs him and pulls him up to his feet for two hard knees to his mid section and a spinning back fist that he follows up with a double under hook neck breaker! }

Vasco Dias: YES! The best in the world is showing off why he’s just that!

Terri Morasco: He is definitely skilled but I’m still not sure about being the best…

Vasco Dias: Have you been watching this match?

Terri Morasco: I have and I’ve seen a desperate man.

{ Cable grabs Zasshu as he tries to stand and picks him up for the MADE TO SUFFER!!!! Zasshu is down and Cable covers him. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! }

Vasco Dias: He’s done it!!! Cable Arcane has successfully defended the Imperial Championship against the only man with the balls to answer his challenge!

Terri Morasco: He has and I don’t take anything away from him but-

Vasco Dias: But nothing! Cable Arcane is still the champion!

{ Cable rips his belt away from the referee and storms out of the gymnasium as the crowd cheers for him. }


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2016 SUPERSTAR OF THE YEAR

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{ A high light package set to “Looking down the Barrel of Today” by Hatebreed, Cable Arcane’s original theme music, sets the tone as we see Cable making his triumphant return to IWF in the Heir to the Throne immediately getting into a feud with Nighthawk that never saw a true winner crowned. We transition to a hard fought match between Cable Arcane and Adam Knite before moving on to the finals of Cable versus Dre Cutler that saw Cable become the winner of the 2016 Heir to the Throne. We now move on to the match at Night of the Immortals between Cable Arcane and Jayson Matthews which was short and saw Cable dominate the whole match before winning and becoming the new Imperial Champion. The music now transitions to “Long live the Chief” by Jidenna as we see Cable Arcane enter his first title defense against Dre Cutler, after the high lights we see him still the winner, then he second defense against Falcon and his eventual win there before culminating with his performance in the Extinction Event which saw Cable as the last man standing for his team and still champion. We now move on to his promo war with Roberto Verona ending with an image of Cable standing tall in the middle of the ring with his championship held over his head. }

Vasco Dias: What an amazing return to IWF and what a great year for Cable Arcane!

Terri Morasco: I have to agree considering he wasn’t here for most of the year!

Vasco Dias: He won Heir to the Throne! He won the Imperial Championship! And he’s defended the title every chance he’s gotten!

Terri Morasco: Truly a great year for a man who had a poor start in IWF way back when the promotion opened!

Vasco Dias: I think 2016 is only the beginning for what will be an amazing 2017 for Cable Arcane!

{ "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps hits the pa as Roberto Verona steps proudly through the curtain carrying his own version of the IWF Imperial Championship. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Roberto Verona steps up to the podium where the Superstar of the Year trophy waits. He looks around, adjusts his championship on his shoulder and then decides to speak as the music fades. }

Roberto Verona: It is truly an honor to be here tonight…

{ He pauses as the crowd waits for the cheap pop of their city. }

Roberto Verona: I have wrestled from one corner of the globe to the other and truly I am happy to be here tonight in front of all of you to bestow this prestigious award to a man that is truly deserving…

{ Their pop never comes as Roberto smugly smiles. }

Roberto Verona: However the man that is set to receive this award cannot be here tonight. Unfortunately he has found himself scheduled in a title defense that will take place very close to his home town.

{ Now a low boo starts to rise up. }

Roberto Verona: Cable Arcane is a man that most of you can look up to, he has risen from the bottom to the top, fighting through adversity to become one of the top athletes in IWF. I would be remiss if I did not mention his dominance in the Heir to the Throne, not losing a single match as he went to the finals and dominated the new comer of the year, Dre Cutler. From there he would win… An IWF Imperial Championship…

{ Roberto stops there as he adjust his belt on his shoulder. }

Roberto Verona: Defending it against all comers until he decided to run his mouth about me and my promotion. Threatening to take his title and wrestle somewhere else. It became clear to me that Cable Arcane needed to be reminded of where he came from. Reminded of what awaits him on the other side of his IWF contract if he decides to take his abilities some place else. So tonight the “Imperial” Champion is not here to accept this award so I will accept it on his behalf.

{ The crowd doesn’t seem to like that as they start to turn on Verona. }

Roberto Verona: I would like to thank for Cable Arcane, myself, Roberto Verona. The man who resigned him to IWF, the man who gave him his second chance to prove he was more than he amounted to, the man who I would say paved his way in the Heir to the Throne and all but handed him the “Imperial” Championship. I’m sure it is common knowledge but had I been able to compete at Night of the Immortals then I would have surely successfully defended my championship against him and continued my historic reign. So if it wasn’t for me then Cable Arcane would not be where he is today.

{ The boos begin to grow as Roberto continues. }

Roberto Verona: With all that being said it is my honor to say you’re welcome, Cable, it was my honor to provide you with the opportunity to become “Imperial” Champion. You’re welcome for the lucrative contract which Laura Howlett negotiated and you’re welcome for the chance to perform in front of millions of people all over the world. You’re welcome for everything you have and if you’re lucky will continue to have. It is with great honor I accept this award on your behalf as we all know who the true superstar of 2016 is and who the true Imperial Champion is.

{ With that being said Roberto Verona holds up both the award and his version of the Imperial Championship as the crowd boos him. }


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IMPERIAL CHAMPION MATCH
One Night Only Main Event
Jack Gaither vs Roberto Verona (c)

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{ The lights in the arena all go out at "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare out of the PA system. Spotlights begin to scan the crowd before fixating on a figure at the top of the stage which is revealed to be Roberto Verona, his head bowed towards the floor. As cheers being to resonate around the arena Verona raises his head and he begins a slow methodical march down the ramp, the spotlight following him as golden pyro rains down from above on the stage. Verona stares with disgust at the crowd who cheer him as he approaches the ring, but he doesn't react to them. As he reaches the steps he slowly ascends them before walking towards the middle of the ring apron, turning around to look into the crowd one last time before looking up and closing his eyes as he stretches his arms out wide and basks in the adulation. After indulging himself Verona climbs into the ring, psyching himself up as he awaits the beginning of the match. }

Terri Morasco:  Roberto Verona issued a challenge to anyone who wants a shot at him for Open Fight Night, but honestly...I don't think he EVER anticipated the man who accepted the challenge!

Vasco Dias:  Agreed with ya there--but let's give Bertie credit.  He issued the challenge.  He wants to prove to the world that he is the true Imperial champ!

{ A steady steam of noise permeates through the Pensacola Bay Center as the fans await Jack Gaither's entrance.  Verona smirks, chuckling as the "Gaither!" chants get louder and louder. }

Terri Morasco:  You can feel the electricity, you can cut it with a knife as we patiently await for Jack's arrival!

Vasco Dias:  He's makin' the boss wait...

{ The familiar screech of an eagle is heard, and a burst of pyro goes off as Rage Against the Machine's "Bulls On Parade" kicks into high gear. The fans go apeshit with a deafening roar, popping to their feet as one! }

Vasco Dias:  That's the loudest damn pop I've heard in a long time!

Terri Morasco:  Let's just sit back, watch...and listen.

{ Within the plumes of white smoke, a lone spotlight shines brightly as the figure of Jack Gaither appears on-stage, his head covered by a gleaming silver mask featuring blue and gold trims on all sides. Wearing a sports jersey and all silver tights with a pattern of gold and blue flames on both sides--not to mention blue boots with silver tassels--the "Golden Eagle" quickly springs down to ringside, high-fiving random folks along the way. As he approaches the ring, Jack takes off his mask and gives it to a lucky fan, revealing the permanent twin scars above his right eye. A cannon goes off just as the lights come back on en masse. }

Vasco Dias:  Listen to this place!

Terri Morasco:  All Jack Gaither wanted was to come back to this very ring, clean some stuff out of the proverbial closet, and say "thank you" to these fans who've stuck with him, through the good times and the bad!

Vasco Dias:  Ever since that epic match with Warren Kane last year, I've always had a respect for Jack.  I'll say this much--he's EARNED everything he's gotten in IWF!

{ Gaither and Verona meet ring-center, staring each other down as the man in stripes calls for the stick! }

Terri Morasco:  Yeah, but keep in mind it was matches like the Warren one which forced Jack into an early retirement!

Vasco Dias:  And the burnin' question is...does he still have it?  Zebra-dude's got the floor.

Referee:  HOLD IT!  I want y'all to understand one thing--that there WILL be rules in this match, and they WILL be strictly enforced!  Effective immediately, ANYONE who ain't a part of this match...is BANNED FROM RINGSIDE!  {points to Verona} And if you don't like that, you're gonna find yourself takin' a cold shower with the loser's money! {points to Jack} And that goes for you too, Mr. Gaither!  This will be a straight-up one-on-one--no bullshit!  Ring the bell!

[DING!]

{ The ref calls for the bell as Jack and Roberto continue to stare each other down, circling around the ring as the crowd anticipates a match they never imagined would happen--especially to open up 2017!  But as Gaither goes in for the attack, Verona slinks away to the outside, drawing jeers. }

Terri Morasco:  Gimme a break!

Vasco Dias:  It's a psyche-out game!  That's all...

{ The IWF CEO rolls back into the ring, smirking as the man in stripes basically tells him to get to work.  Jack lunges after Roberto once more...but again, the owner cautiously hops back out of the ring and onto the floor!  This time, Jack has enough of this shit and proceeds to charge forward, leaping over the top rope and onto an unsuspecting Verona, eliciting a WILD pop from the crowd!  Having the boss stunned, Gaither goes onto the offensive, yanking Verona by the hair and sending him rashing into the steel steps!  The fans go nuts as Jack stalks Roberto, firing off some hard right hands to the schnozz of the ex-Imperial champ before unceremoniously tossing him back into the ring!  Jack then hops onto the apron, springing off the top strand and planting Roberto to the mat with a slick tornado DDT to Pensacola's delight!  The audience cheers with gusto as Jack continues the attack, applying a vertical suplex...and a second...followed by a German suplex pin! }

1...!

2...!!

KICKOUT!!!

{ Jack doesn't waste any time, picking Verona back up before sending him for the ride; Roberto bounces off the ropes--eating a standing dropkick for breakfast, another one for lunch...and a third for dinner!  Gaither lets out a fierce war cry before executing a standing headscissor takedown, which sends Bertie rolling all the way to the arena floor!  The Texan charges toward the strands, flying over the top rope and onto the surprised Verona with a corkscrew plancha, sending the fans inside the 31-year-old Pensacola Bay Center into a frenzy with a "holy shit!" chant, followed by... }

Fans:  YOU STILL GOT IT!  (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
YOU STILL GOT IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
YOU STILL GOT IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
YOU STILL GOT IT! (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)

{ Even the zebra-dude knows he's gonna have a hard time controlling the match, so he watches as Jack sends Roberto crunching back-first into the safety fence!  But as the "Golden Eagle" runs toward his opponent with a head-full of steam, Berie sends the former Invictus champ flying head over heels into the crowd!  The boss grins from ear to ear, taunting the crowd as fans into the first row try to extricate Gaither from the mess! }

Terri Morasco:  Gaither goes into the crowd!

Vasco Dias:  Had a feeling this was gonna devolve into chaos REAL quick.

{ Slowly but surely, Jack is able to prop himself out of the crowd and get back over the railing, where Verona is there waiting for him!  Kicking Jack once in the ribs, Roberto proceeds to ram Jack face-first into the steel ringpost before chucking him back inside.  Now the Italian native then applies a quick, yet strong, swinging neck breaker and then a nigh knee drop to the temples!  Jack is rolling around on the deck, clutching his face as Bertie yanks him up by the hair before applying a chokeslam--only to crunch Jack's back against his knee!  The fans groan as Verona, satisfied with his handiwork, goes for the cover... }

1...!

2...!!

NOPE!!!

{ Roberto stands up, barking "how dare you, I OWN you!" at the referee as he holds up two fingers!  Gaither, clutching his back, manages to crawl toward the bottom rope and try to pull himself back together...only for Verona to smack him right in the head with his "Silencer" superkick!  The Italian then lifts Gaither up high above his head, placing the "Golden Eagle" in a crucifix-like position!  The crowd boos, littering the ring with trash as Bertie parades their hero around like some sort of saint--only to PLASTER Jack to the canvas with the final blow of his trademark "Fallen Idol" powerbomb! }

Vasco Dias:  OH!!

Terri Morasco:  Could this be the end?

{But Roberto is more interested in pissing off the Pensacola locals more than wrestling, taunting the crowd with a "money sign" and proclaiming, naturally, that he owns this joint!  Meanwhile, Jack Gaither is able to slowly inch his way toward the corner, using the buckles as a guide to get back up to a vertical base. The Floridians' cheers get louder as Gaither manages to get back on his feet, shaking his head to clear out the fuzzies befoer smiling!  He knows he's got Bertie dead to rights, and as soon as Verona charges, Gaither has his left hand out in preparation for his Iron Claw...only for the CEO to duck underneath it!  BUT...Bertie spins around JUST AS JACK GAITHER APPLIES A CLAWHOLD TO ROBERTO VERONA'S BALLS!!! }

Vasco Dias:  THIS IS VINTAGE JACK GAITHER!!!

Terri Morasco:  Look at this--he's DRAGGING Verona around the ring by the testicles!

Vasco Dias:  I bet ya the boss didn't expect this!

{ Indeed, Jack is having a good time--and so are HIS fans-- as he continues walking along the ring, gripping Verona's netherregions as the zebra-man shakes his head in shame, wondering why he even took this assignment to begin with!  Eventually, Gaither TWISTS hard on Verona's nuts, and the IWF CEO hops up and down, singing falsetto as he clutches his family jewels--unaware that his rival has risen to the top buckle!  Sensing his opportunity, Jack goes flying, hitting Bertie flush in the jaw with his trademark Mantis Kick!  The fans go wild as Gaither covers... }

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEE--AWWWWWW!!!!

{ Jack stands up, sighing as the ref holds up two fingers before nodding in agreement. Gaither is ready to end this match--and so is this writer--and proceeds to pull Verona into position by placing him into his patented fireman's carry! }

Terri Morasco: We're goin' into Overdrive!

Vasco Dias: Haven't heard that in a long time!

{ But Verona squirms out of the hold, landing on his feet behind Jack and PLANTING him with a sharp, swift kick to the gut! He then proceeds to go for the first part of his TKO stunner combination called the IDES OF MARCH...only for Jack to counter this maneuver with a surprise SCREECHER out of nowhere! Verona stumbles and bumbles around the ring, not going down as he staggers into Jack's waiting arms! Gaither then lifts Bertie over his head and into his fireman's carry--only for Bertie to squiggle free of the hold and roll Jack into a surprise small package.}

Vasco Dias: Verona's goin' for the pin!

1...!

2...!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

{ "King of the World" plays once more as the crowd goes into a massive BOOOOOOOO! Jack can't believe what happened.  As the copyright banner flashes on-screen, the "Golden Eagle," no matter the outcome, smiles warmly as he mouths the words "Love y'all very much..."