"I QUIT!" MATCHLoser leaves IWF.Rob Diamond vs Steve AwesomeTerri Morasco: This next match....I'm not sure what's going to happen.....one man leaves and the other man stays. These two men have been at war with each other for almost an entire year. Once the best of friends, now turned bitter enemies.
Vasco Dias: This one won't be for the faint of heart. Let me say if you actually like Steve Awesome for some reason, you may not want to watch this one tonight, because Rob Diamond is going to crush Steve Awesome and end his career here tonight.
Terri Morasco: Well we will see what will happen here tonight as The Greatest of All Time takes on The Face of the Franchise in an I Quit match. The loser....leaves IWF forever.
{All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting
his name.
"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!"
Dramatic Pause.
"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
The lights in the arena explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.
Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her wont you tell her for me/
It's better this way to avoid all the misery
The chorus plays again as Steve walks down to the ring. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring and he proactively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.The pyro die down and Steve starts to stretch and get ready for the match. }Terri Morasco: They call him The Face of the Franchise. A man who has made his career not with how many championships he's won, but for the entertainment he has provided in and out of the ring for so many years. Bad, good, bad again you just can't take your eyes off of him. The fourth greatest NCW superstar of all time, NCW Hall of Famer, and undoubtedly a future IWF Hall of Famer as well...
Vasco Dias: Yeah, that's IF he get's past this guy.
{ Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP hits the pa as the lights start to strobe pink. Rob Diamond slowly struts out onto the ramp as the crowd boos him with everything they've got, he smiles and looks around the arena before raising both hands up over his head giving a two finger salute to the entire crowd. He walks down the full length of the ramp both middle fingers held high and his head bowed before reaching the ring where he drops his arms and rolls in under the bottom rope. }Alison Valance: Introducing to the ring at this time-
{ Rob rips the microphone from her hands as the music starts to fade slightly. }Rob Diamond: THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
{ He whips the mic over his shoulder and out of the ring as he runs up to one of the corners of the ring, jumps onto the second rope and throws up the two finger salute again. The crowd loses their minds as Rob brings his fists together and flips off the people directly in front of him before turning and dropping off the ropes. }Vasco Dias: The Greatest of All Time. Does that mean anything to you Terri? Rob Diamond has made his mark on this business and he did HIS way. With a middle finger to the face of each opponent as he beat every single one. He also is an NCW Hall of Famer, and he WILL be in the IWF Hall of Fame, I'm sure Mr. Verona will be drawing up the documents right after he beats this chump, Steve Awesome here tonight.
{Steve Awesome and Rob Diamond meet in the middle of the ring and they just stand there glaring at each other. All the pent up rage and anger that has been building up over the past eleven months starts to come to a boil. The ref calls for the bell and the fists immediately start flying from both men. Left and rights in a storm of rage. Rob pushes Steve back towards the ropes but Steve manages to duck a wild swing from Rob and duck around him. Rob spins to try to catch him but Steve was already there and meets him with some shots of his own. Rob now finds himself with his back against the ropes taking shots and he instinctively goes low with a knee that stops Steve for a second and Rob goes for an irish whip and Steve ducks the first clothesline attempt but gets caught with a stiff back elbow. Steve goes down holding his jaw and Rob comes in with more offensive, some hard stomps right to the chest and ribs. Awesome covers up and then Rob follows it up with a knee drop, but Steve Awesome rolls out of the way and Rob's knee hits the mat. He yells in pain and Awesome nips up and then snaps off an enziguri to Rob's head. Rob eats it and falls over and Steve is back up to his feet and he tenses up and yells at Rob to “COMME ONNNNNN!” Rob glares up at him as the crowd pop.}Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome showing Rob Diamond who is in charge here early in this match.
Vasco Dias: Steve is just digging his own grave here tonight.
Terri Morasco: He doesn't look like he's doing so bad right now.
{Rob Diamond says a few four letter words as he gets up to his feet and he runs in with a lock up but Steve Awesome manages to gain the advantage over Rob Diamond with a side headlock and he grinds on it as Rob tries to fight out of it. Rob tries to shove back towards the ropes but Steve spins around to his other side and side suplexes Rob back toward the middle of the ring. Rob gets back up to his feet and Steve ducks a clothesline attempt and goes for a superkick but Rob blocks it and throws it to the side Steve spins with it and takes a kick to the midsection from Rob. Diamond follows up with a few shots to the side of the face and he goes for an irish whip to the corner and Rob follows him in but to his surprise he see's Steve Awesome pop up to the top turnbuckle and he launches backward with a diving moonsault and crashes into Rob and takes him down to the mat as the crowd ooh. Steve is back up to his feet shortly and he throws his arms out to the crowd and then looks at Rob Diamond who is trying to shake the cobwebs off. He flashes that cocky smirk of his and taunts Rob again. “Come onnnnnn!” and then he tells the ref to ask Rob if he wants to quit. The ref places the mic in front of the Rob's mouth.}Vasco Dias: That's not funny!
Terri Morasco: Sounds like the crowd is laughing, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: They won't be laughing when Rob Diamond crushes him later on.
{Rob shoves the ref out of the way and gets up to his feet. Steve just flashes a smile and tell him to bring it on. Rob runs in with a forearm but Steve catches him in a uranage but Rob elbows out before Steve could complete it. Rob lands a few more elbows for safe measure. Rob follows it up with a forearm to the back of the neck. Awesome stumbles forward and Rob grabs Steve by the head and smashes him face first on the turnbuckle! Rob goes for another but Steve blocks it and elbows Rob and clutches his his face. Steve runs to the rope but Rob follows him! Steve hits the ropes and on the rebound he spots Rob Diamond flying at him and just DRILLS his right leg with a dropkick to the knee that echoed throughout the arena!}Terri Morasco: DEAR GOD! Did you hear that!? It sounded like a shot gun went off in here!
Vasco Dias: And it may have done a number on Steve Awesome's right knee!
{Steve Awesome writhes in pain holding his leg on the mat. Rob Diamond just glares down at what he did and smiles and evil smile. He tells the ref to ask Steve if he wants to quit. The microphone in his face amplified the whimpers of pain but you then hear a confirmed “no”. Steve Awesome shoves away a few doctors and pulls himself up from the mat to see Rob standing there. Rob taunts him back. “Come the fuck onnnn bitch!” Rob runs in and just starts stomping and kicking at the right knee that he just freshly injured. Steve cries out in pain goes down a gain. Rob spins him over, places his foot in the back of Steve's knee and smashes it into the mat a few times. He starts wrenching at it and then locks in a kneebar! Steve Awesome cries out in pain as Rob yells at him to quit!}Terri Morasco: Kneebar applied on Steve Awesome's right leg. If Rob didn't injure it with that sick dropkick this could do it here.
Vasco Dias: I think Rob probably snapped Steve's nutella. Definitely did.
Terri Morasco: I'm pretty sure you are not a doctor Vasco.
Vasco Dias: Yeah but I see one every six months, Terri.
Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome is definitely feeling the pain in that kneebar and it looks like he is crawling and reaching for that bottom rope, but that will not cause a break in this I Quit match.
Vasco Dias: yeah! It's tap or snap for Steve Awesome!
Terri Morasco: Steve gets his hands on the rope. Again that doesn't cause a break but wait....it looks like he's....he's pulling himself out of the ring! Rob is trying to hang on!
Vasco Dias: Don't let him escape Rob!
{Steve manages to pull himself out of the ring and rob goes with him, smashing his shoulder on the way down causing him to let go of the knee bar. Steve holds his knee in pain trying to extend it but it seems like it hurts him to do so. Rob shakes off the fall fairly quickly and notices Steve clutching his right knee. Rob hits it with a few hard stomps then grabs Steve by his hair and drags him to his feet. He then whips him as hard as he could toward the steel steps and Awesome hits it right knee first and the top of the steps flips off the and Steve goes flying with it. Awesome holds his knee as Rob follows him around the steps and goes right back after the knee. A few more stomps and Rob reaches underneath the ring apron. Rob rips out two steel chairs and a table. He picks up the chair and he notices Steve on his good left knee and Steve punches Rob in the gut. It stuns Rob for a moment but Steve can't get up to capitalize and rob shakes off the shot and puts a knee right into Steve's chin and the face of the franchise goes down to the floor. Rob wields back with the chair and attempts to pulverize Steve's knee with steel chair shots to the the right knee. Rob demands the ref ask Steve if he wants to quit.}Terri Morasco: Rob Diamond just mercilessly works on that injured knee of Steve Awesome.
Vasco Dias: This is why Rob Diamond is the goat.
{Steve Awesome shoves the microphone out of his face and starts to try to pull him self up on the ring apron. Rob just shrugs his shoulders and swings the chair right into the back of Steve and he crumples down to the floor. Rob tosses the chair to the ground and starts setting up the table he pulled out from earlier. He flips open the legs and flips it over and sets it up on the opposite end of the same side of the ring and goes back to grab Steve. Rob grabs Steve by the hair but unbeknownst to him, Steve had grabbed the other steel chair and he swings it blindly and smacks Rob on the side of the head. Rob falls to the ground and Steve pulls himself into a mounted position and rains down some punches to Rob's face. Rob reaches up rolls him over and rains down a few more punches of his own and then got back to his feet and stomped right on the point of the front of his knee. Steve yelled out in pain and Rob grabs steve by the hair and drags him to his feet. Rob reaches down and folds Steve's right leg back exposing his knee, rob lifts Steve up and drops him onto the exposed steel steps with a knee breaker! His knee gongs on the steel and he lays on the steps holding his knee. Rob turns around and grabs the top half of the steel steps and aims it at steve's knee!}Terri Morasco: OH NO! He's gonna break it!
Vasco Dias: So long Steve Awesome!
{CLANG!!!!!!}Vasco Dias: Oh my god! Wait! He got out of the way!
Terri Morasco: that would have been the end for sure.
{Steve looks on in shock at what Rob was willing to do. Rob walks over toward Steve but Steve manages to grab rob by his shorts and pull him face first into the ring post. Steve buys some time and tries to beat some life into his knee. He pulls himself up and does his best to pogo on one leg over to Rob. Steve bounces over but rob wakes up and bounces Steve's face off the ring post in return. Rob then walks over and starts ripping off the padding, exposing the concrete. He signals for the Diamond Driver.}Terri Morasco: This is the move that put Steve on the shelf back at Night of the Immortals last year!
Vasco Dias: Put an end to this once and for all Rob!
Terri Morasco: this could kill him!
{Rob goes to lift Steve but he can't hook the other arm. Steve manages to fight back and he pulls himself out of position, buries a kick to the midsection and he nails rob with a piledriver right on the concrete! Rob's eye's glazed over! Steve lays next to rob trying to catch his breath and he tells the ref to ask Rob if he wants to quit. “Hell....no.” Rob says, his words a bit slurred from the head shot he took. Awesome shakes his head and pulls himself to his feet. He stretches his knee and gives a yell to fire himself and the crowd up.}Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome is getting fired up! This sold out crowd is starting to feel it!
Vasco Dias: Hey! Why is he taking Rob toward the table! OH NO!
Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome draping Rob over the top of the table now. Is he pointing toward the top rope!?
Vasco Dias: He wouldn't do that! He's crazy!
{Awesome groggily pulls himself up on the apron as the crowd chant his name! He shakily starts climbing, he takes a few moments to muster up the strength in his right knee but he manages to get to the second rope. He goes to climb up to the third rope but Rob comes off the table and surprises Steve by being there at the top with him! Rob sets up for a back drop down through the table! Rob goes for a lift but Steve elbows him in the face and Rob lets go of Steve. But they are still both on the top rope. Steve hits a few more elbows and then manages to set Rob up on his shoulders and looks down at the table! He looks for a SteveKO off the top rope through a table but steve's injured knee gives out and he falls down to the mat below and Rob hits the turnbuckle as he falls down to the mat and both men lay on the mat and catch there breath.}Vasco Dias: Steve's knee just can't hold up. It's only a matter of time before Rob ends him for good.
Terri Morasco: as much as I'd hate to agree with you Vasco, I have to admit that Steve Awesome has taken a lot of damage on that right knee! It buckled under the weight of Rob Diamond!
Vasco Dias: Like I said it's only a matter of time!
{Steve Awesome starts to roll under the ropes back to the apron. He starts using the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Rob climbs back to his feet and meets Steve on the apron. He kicks Steve right in the head and Steve stumbles over toward the other turnbuckle. Rob positions himself just right. He folds back Steve's right leg, lifts him up, runs across the apron and essentially TOSSES STEVE KNEE FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE! Steve immediately clutches his knee as if it just got struck by lightning and set on fire. The crowd start chanting holy shit as Rob Diamond smiles as he watches Steve clutch at his injured knee and writhes in pain through the wreckage of the table.}Vasco Dias: Stick a fork in him....he's done.
Terri Morasco: My goodness did you see that? Rob Diamond has just driven his best friend through the table, injured knee first and now the doctors are checking on Steve's knee cap. The ref coming over to ask Steve if he wants to quit.
Vasco Dias: He should do it too! Before Rob Diamond takes away his ability to walk as well.
{The ref puts the mic in front of his face and Steve doesn't say anything at first. The ref shakes his head and goes to make a call but Steve grabs the microphone and yells into it. “COME.....ONNNNNNNNNNNN!” Rob Diamond yells “son of a BITCH” and walks over toward Steve Awesome who was pushing through some doctors and using them to push himself up. Rob meets him half way and knees him in the face. Rob grabs him and throws him back inside the ring. And Steve just flops down like a wet rag in the ring as Rob Diamond climbs in. He looks at Steve and shakes his head and yells at him “your gonna die now!” }Vasco Dias: You here that, Terri? It's all over for Steve Awesome now.
Terri Morasco: You don't need to rub it in damn it!
{Rob Diamond pulls Steve up to his feet and-}Terri Morasco: JAWBREAKER SUPERKICK! Right on the money!!!!
Vasco Dias: NO!!!!
{Steve's patented momentum shifting super kick hit's Rob right on the jaw and the GOAT crumples to the mat like a sack of potatoes! But Awesome falls down holding his knee. He used his right leg to hit the super kick and now he's holding onto it on the ground. He see's Rob out cold next to him and he manages to get up to his feet first. He starts signaling for the STEVEKO! Rob starts to climb to his feet and recover and Steve scoops him up but again his leg buckled under the weight! Rob drops down to his feet and drops Steve with The DIAMOND CUTTER!}Terri Morasco: That leg looks like it's totally down.
Vasco Dias: Yup, and without that right leg, that means no super kick, no steveko, and nothing else you need to be able to move for.
{Rob Diamond does a quick “wooo” and then wraps Steve Awesome in the figure four leglock! He grabs the left foot, sets it right on top of the right knee cap and sits down and instantly sends massive amounts of pressure on the injured knee of Steve Awesome. Steve cries out in immense pain! They are both sitting up, Steve reaching out, trying to swipe at Rob Diamond and Rob just appling pressure as much as he can. He tells the referee to ask him! The ref puts the microphone in front of Steve and he says “arrrrrrghhhhhhh NOOOOO you bastard! AHHHHHHHHH!” Rob looks behind him and notices he was near the ropes so he reaches up and pulls himself up to get more leverage. Steve's eye's glaze over in pain and he falls down to a laying position as rob arches back to apply more pressure. The ref sticks the microphone in Steve's face again as Rob puts wrenches back again! “ARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHNOOOOOO-” and he collapses to the ground!}Terri Morasco: Did he just pass out?
Vasco Dias: I think he did!
{The ref goes to turn away but Steve comes back to life. NOOOOOO!!! And he manages to flip over and reverse the pressure and Rob lets go but Steve looks like he's out cold face down on the mat. Rob just stands there staring at Steve, surprised that Steve just wouldn't quit. Rob walks over to Steve to pick him back up but Steve grabs Rob arm and tries to drag him down to the mat for a submission. Rob see's it coming and rolls up toward the outside and escapes before Steve could get it applied and Steve just continues to lay on the mat. Rob crosses his thumb across his throat and grabs the steel chair from the outside. Rob, exhausted and beat up from the match, pulls himself up to the top rope with the steel chair. Steve is on his feet but he's on spaghetti legs. Rob jumps off the top rope with a steel chair but Steve pulls out one more Jawbreaker Superkick that smashes the chair back into Rob's face! Rob goes cross eyed and stumbles back and falls into a seated position in the corner. Steve falls down again too.}Terri Morasco: Steve just bought himself a little time. But how will he capitalize?
Vasco Dias: Capitalize? He can't even stand!
{Awesome crawls to the outside, and basically hops on one leg to the corner where Rob was laying. Steve wraps his arm around Rob's throat and the steel post of the turnbuckle. He then hooks Rob's left arm into a chicken wing.}Terri Morasco: That's the cross face chicken wing! Steve has it locked in on Rob, wrapped around the pole! The body is not supposed to bend that way!
Vasco Dias: Rob! Rob! ROB!
{Rob screams out in pain. Steve screams as he wrenches the hold. Robs shoulder and neck being forcibly wrapped around the steel post. Rob Diamond tries his hardest to endure the pain. He grits his teeth and screams out as his body contorts in a strange way. Awesome lifts his legs off the ground to relieve the pressure on his knee and he was now pulling down on on the hold and shoving a steel pole through his shoulder and neck. Rob yells out. “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhFUCK FUCK FUCK I QUIT!!!!!!!!!! I QUIT!!!!!!!”The ref calls for the bell and Steve Awesome lets go and falls to the ground as his music plays and medics check on both men.}
Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome did it! He won it! With one of the most hellacious moves to cap off one hellacious match to cap off one hellacious feuds. This means.....
Vasco Dias: Rob......Diamond is gone....from the IWF.
Allison Valance: Here is your winner.....STEVE AWESOME!!!!!!
{Steve's stands up to get his arm raised but then collapses back down to the ground and medics go back to checking both men.}
Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome saved his job and cleared his name. But at what cost?
Vasco Dias: This can't be happening, Terri! What will we do without the Goat?
Terri Morasco: Enjoy ourselves.
Vasco Dias: how rude!
{Cut to a video clip.}
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SEGMENT
“I Will Become Your Cure”
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{The scene opens to an abandoned asylum. The camera journeys through the rusted hallways and pass the broken-down equipment. As the camera floats deeper down the hallway, you see a door at the far end, cracked open with a light coming through. As the camera gets closer, you can hear a gravelly voice slip through the crack of the door.}
Voice: You all have spent all this time and money fooling yourselves.
{As the camera peeks through the cracks you can see Kyle Mason sitting in a room surrounded by candles. Mason is a bit unshaven as he lifts his head up. He almost seems as if he isn’t looking at the camera but at the fans watching, themselves.}
Kyle Mason: You all fool yourselves into thinking that everything is ok. That what you are being given is what you exactly need. But it isn’t…you have been brain washed to believe that you are well. But all you are is sick…very…very…sick.
{Kyle tilts his head slightly.}
Kyle Mason: But don’t worry…I will become your cure...
{Mason slowly turns his back to the camera as everything fades to black.}
SINGLES MATCH
Lizzy Dalmon vs Pandora Freeman
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first; from Beverly Hills, California and weighing in at 110lbs. Lizzy Dalmon!
{ “We Can't Stop” by Trust the Medic begins to play and Lizzy Dalmon makes his way to the ring, her brother Landon following close behind. The fans boo her as she makes her way to the ring. Halfway there she stops and poses so that people can take a picture of her. When she gets to the ring she climbs the steps and enters. Once in the ring she continues to pose for more pictures. }
And her opponent; from Hope, Michigan and weighing in a 160lbs. Pandora Freeman!
{ "We all Recognise...That I'm ..the problem here."
The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glowsticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out slams Pandora, lit up like a christmas tree by UV, as lit slowly bleed back to the area Pandora dances down to the ring, easily gracing movements as she hops up the apron and climbs in before gripping the top rope and arching back down to touch the ring mat with her head and leaves her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music as she encourages the crowd to move with her.
Pandora is clearly hyped for the coming match and takes a few moments to get the crowd worked up with her. Meanwhile Lizzy watches from her corner, sizing up the opposition. Lizzy Dalmon rushes forward with a stiff and sudden lariat but Pandora arches her back perfectly, the brazen attack passing harmlessly above the Californian party girl. Pandora playfully waves her finger at Lizzy, who looks somewhat flustered in response.}
Vasco Dias: Pandora needs to take things a little more seriously.
Terri Morasco: What like Lizzy? Who looks on the brink of a temper tantrum.
Vasco Dias: Well…
{Pandora extends a hand, accompanied by a big smile but Lizzy swats the hand away and this time caught her opponent off guard with a step-up knee strike right to the jaw. Pandora Freeman staggered backwards, jarred by the stiff knee, and fell victim to a Meteora style double knee from Lizzy, who followed Pandora down to lock in a rana-style pin.}
Terri Morasco: Now she’s mad.
{1…
2…
Pandora kicks out!}
{Lizzy barely gives her opponent an opportunity to breath coming down upon Pandora with a front flip kick, however at the last possible moment Pandora barrel rolled out of harm’s way and Lizzy landed awkwardly on the ring mat. Swinging around behind her opponent Pandora followed up with a german suplex, countered by Lizzy with a stiff elbow to the side of Pandora’s head, breaking the tight grapple. Lizzy rushed forward and quickly step-climbed the turnbuckle. With her back to Pandora, this left Lizzy exposed and was taken by surprise when Pandora leapt high into the air with a dropkick to the back. Lizzy stumbled, lost her balance and tumbled forward OVER the turnbuckle, hitting the apron on her way down to the outside of the ring.}
Terri Morasco: Is that serious enough for you?
Vasco Dias: Well…Why didn’t she open with something like that?!
{Pointing at the slowly recovering Lizzy, Pandora motions for the Tope Con Giro, bouncing off the ropes to pick up momentum and rushing toward her opponent on the outside with near reckless abandon. Lizzy recovers her senses enough to understand what was coming and moves away quickly. Not to be outdone Pandora changes tactics and slides perfectly underneath the bottom ring rope to stand on the outside. Unfazed and unscathed. She points to her head with pride, taunting.}
Terri Morasco: Ah Pandora…
Vasco Das: Don’t it will be all the sweeter. Oh and by the way. I told you so.
{In those valuable missed moments, Lizzy had stepped up onto the apron, where she watched and waited. When Pandora eventually saw fit to return her focus to the match she could only watch in horror as Lizzy run along the apron, leaping off to catch Pandora with a variation of a diving tornado DDT.}
Vasco Dias: I wonder how Lizzy is taking to having to actually do the work herself for a chance.
{Pandora seemed unmoving as Lizzy rolled her back into the ring, in position near a corner. Lizzy Dalmon ascended to the top of that same turnbuckle and signalled for the end.}
Terri Morasco: We’re about to see the Trust Fund Flip, quite a spectacular move for someone so averse to effort and hard-work.
{Lizzy somersaulted several times in the air as she came off of the turnbuckle with the 630 Trust Fund Flip. Once again Pandora was not where she used to be and the ring was unforgiving as Lizzy came crashing down. As she reeled from the impact, Pandora kicked her in the back, performed a stunning cartwheel forward and nailed Lizzy with a basement dropkick, a combination she called the Hi-Hats. Just minus the preceding snapmare.}
Terri Morasco: All the money in the world couldn’t comfort you after something like that.
Vasco Dias: Spoken like someone who has never had large sums of money.
{Believing she can top Lizzy, in the blink of an eye Pandora is coming down from the turnbuckle herself with the Ryl’eth Day Trip though landing upon Lizzy’s raised knees was not the original intent. Pandora was left reeling from the gut check and neither competitor seemed to be able to make it to their feet.
1…2…3…}
Terri Morasco: Perhaps Lizzy has just given up? Decided it’s too much for her?
{4…
With the support of opposing turn posts both competitors struggle back to a standing base. Pandora is first to strike, lashing out with a high roundhouse kick. Lizzy ducked the kick and caught her opponent with the Plastic Surgery as Pandora swung back around. To put an exclamation point on her advantage Lizzy followed up with the Mixed Drinks.
Sufficed to say Pandora wouldn’t be moving anytime soon. This was perfect for Lizzy who, confident there’s be no more resistance, gradually ascended once more to the top of a turnbuckle and this time around nailed the Trust Fund Flip perfectly, though she clearly had to dig deep for the strength and sense to make what equated for a pin attempt in her current state.}
Vasco Dias: I don’t think anyone is getting up after that burst of energy.
Terri Morasco: One way or another, this match is over.
{1…
2…
3…}
Here is your winner, by pinfall, Lizzy Dalmon!
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SEGMENT
“Visitors”
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{ We find Fiona McFly, before her "Ultimate Submission" Diamonds title match, sitting down in her personal suite, peering her eyes upon the notepad of Biblical passages she had jotted down back home a few days prior. She read each verse, word for word, on the small white paper before closing eyes. For a few brief moments, her mind became wrought with the emotions she'd experienced throughout her life over the years--the anger, the sadness, the self-doubt--yet she never, ever lost the smile that had appeared on her visage.
The Northern Irishwoman was calm, cool, and collected. Without wavering, not even for a second.
She continued reading the written verses, lovingly nodding her head as she took a sip from a bottle of green tea. Without warning, she heard a slight knock on the door. }
Fiona McFly: Come...
{ The door slowly opened up, revealing a red-shirted Imperial security official. }
Redshirt: Sorry for botherin' ya, ma'am. I know you've got somethin' big ahead of ya and wasn't sure if ya wanted visitors or not, but somebody wanted to come in and see ya.
Fiona McFly: It's alright--he can come in.
{ The guard steps aside, making way for William McFly as he cautiously walks into the suite. Wearing his Royal Navy captain's "dress" uniform, he sat down next to her and gazed upon the Scripture verses that were written on her notepad. }
William McFly: I see you've been reading that Bible I gave you whilst in that Swiss airbase...
{ Fiona nodded, taking another sip from her drink. }
William McFly: I don't if you've got this written or not...but his one's my favourite verse. "Have I not commanded you 'be strong and courageous?' Do not tremble in dismay, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go."
Fiona McFly: Joshua--first chapter, ninth verse. Great passage...
{ William chuckled. }
William McFly: You see...we live our lives in a world filled with chaos, cruelty on all fronts, but in the end...there is one power greater than anything one can ever imagine. It guides us, teaches us to do what is right, compels us to become better in the talents we provide. You darling...you have come a very, very long way, growing right in front of my eyes, and I am very proud, despite everything that's been said, to treasure you as MY daughter.
{ The Northern Irishwoman blinked, grinning from ear to ear as the two quietly embraced. }
William McFly: You stayed loyal to me, to your principles, and to yourself. People are going mock you and laugh at you for sticking to what you believe in, but in the end...haters will hate, they'll just be nonexistent. 'Cos total victory lies within the heart and soul, NOT the muscle. Now...
{ The good captain stood up, tugging on the front of his uniform as he got ready to make his exit, but he turned around just short of the open doorway. }
William McFly: ...what's this I hear you've developed something on your own called the "Chelsea Clutch?"
{ Fiona giggled slightly, wagging her right index finger. }
Fiona McFly: It's a surprise...one that a certain somebody will be experiencing firsthand momentarily. And she won't know it's coming...'til it's too late...
{ William nodded his head, laughing to himself as he left the room, leaving a smiling Fiona behind to finish her beverage off. }
IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP
Invictus Rules Match
James Franklin Karn vs Noah Field ©
Alison Valance: The following contest will be contested under INVICTUS RULES...and is for the IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
{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.}
Alison Valance: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds...JFK...JAMES...FRANKLIN...KARN!!!
Terri Morasco: He and the Invictus Champion have traded barbs over the last couple weeks, and now is his chance to put up or shut up.
Vasco Dias: That it is Terri, and with the role that Noah has been on, I have a feeling he may still be Invictus Champion by the time the night is over…
{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, trailed by Noah's hired muscle, Mark Mercer. Together the three 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.}
Alison Valance: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 224 pounds...he is the Crown Prince...and your reigning IWF Invictus Champion...NOAH….FIEEEELD!
Terri Morasco: And here comes the man who calls himself The Heir Apparent.
Vasco Dias: And he should. He’s simply a prodigy within the wrestling business, and I can see him moving on to bigger and better things.
{Noah hands the title to the referee who holds it high overhead before handing it to a stagehand at ringside. He looks at both competitors who nod they’re ready and rings the bell.}
Terri Morasco: Here we go...this should be a hell of a fight.
Vasco Dias: I already gave my prediction.
{The two step forward to the center of the ring, each having words for the other before Noah arrogantly pie faces JFK who turns around and simply jacks him in the face with a hard right hand, sending the champion rolling toward the corner where JFK doesn’t let up and stomps away, doing all he can to get the advantage right off the bat before turning around and taunting the crowd who cheer him on.}
Terri Morasco: JFK coming out like a bat out of Hell.
Vasco Dias: Noah got caught off guard. I’m sure he can right the ship.
{Noah starts to pull himself up, but JFK goes right back on the attack with a few shots to the face before grabbing the champion by the back of the head and hurling him over the top rope and to the floor below...again taunting the crowd. Noah starts to get up as JFK walks over to the ropes and vaults himself over the top rope, taking the champion right back down.}
Terri Morasco: JFK is really on it here tonight.
Vasco Dias: Noah will regroup!
{JFK pulls himself up with the apron and grabs hold of the champion again, looking to continue his assault, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him toward the steps, but Noah reverses, only to have JFK reverse, only to have Noah reverse once more, adding momentum as he slings JFK into the barricade, halting the momentum.}
Vasco Dias: There we go!
Terri Morasco: And just like that, the momentum comes to a crashing halt...literally.
{Noah hunches over to collect himself before grabbing JFK again, and this time hurling him into the steps at ringside, dislodging them from the corner of the ring.}
Terri Morasco: JFK goes hard into those stairs.
Vasco Dias: And just like that, the champion is in control!
{Noah taunts the crowd who boo as he grabs JFK by the hair and rolls him back into the ring. Noah follows in and as JFK gets to his feet, Noah charges and leaps through the air with a Spinning Wheel Kick, planting his boot in the side of JFK’s head, and then rolling outside the ring, flipping the ringskirt up, looking for a weapon.}
Terri Morasco: And now the Invictus Champion goes under the ring for a new toy.
Vasco Dias: This should be good.
{Noah reemerges and in his hand is a singapore cane!
With a smile on his face, he enters the ring, twirling the cane around once before grabbing it with both hands and cracking JFK right over the back! JFK writhes in pain as Noah hits him again...and again.}
Vasco Dias: Beat him like a pinata!
Terri Morasco: Way to be objective.
{Noah holds his hands out with the splintered cane and the crowd obviously disapprove the smile on his face. However, as he’s posing, JFK comes up from behind and hits him right between the legs with a low blow!}
Vasco Dias: What a cheap shot!
Terri Morasco: All legal in this match folks.
{Karn then springs to his feet with a hard European Uppercut that takes the champion down. He then grabs Noah and sends him through the ropes, this time out by the announcer’s desk at ringside. JFK follows and slams Noah’s head into the top of the desk and as Noah falls back, he has hold of the table cover, pulling it off with, and on top of him. JFK stomps on the cover, and thus Noah beneath it. JFK then grabs the monitors and throws them over the side.}
Vasco Dias: You idiot...that’s my monitor.
Terri Morasco: I think he has worse intentions than that...I’m moving…
{Karn turns and sees that Noah has escaped from under the table cover and is scavenging under the ring. He goes to pull him out, but a shroud of fire retardant comes out from under the ringskirt with Noah coming out with a fire extinguisher in his hand. JFK is blinded and stumbles to the table. He turns back around, only to have Noah swing the extinguisher right into his gut. Noah then tosses the extinguisher to the side before grabbing a doubled over JFK and throwing him over the table into the chairs on the other side. He then turns to the crowd and poses yelling “I AM YOUR CROWN PRINCE!”}
Vasco Dias: Thank God for these sweet wireless headsets.
Terri Morasco: This is true...allows us the time to get out of the way and still call this great action!
{Noah turns and sees JFK getting back over the table and decides to help him by the hair, pulling him up on the table, his head between his legs as he starts to hook both arms, looking for a Double Underhook Facebuster he calls the “Field Envy”!
JFK PULLS OUT OF IT!
He grabs Field by the legs and sweeps them out from under him before falling back and catapulting him through the air hitting chest-first on top of the barricade!}
Terri Morasco: Did you see him fly?
Vasco Dias: That’s not Superman...that’s for sure.
{Both men are experiencing fatigue as JFK rolls off the table, catching his breath, and Noah is slumped up against the wall clutching his chest. JFK stumbles over toward Alison and the timekeeper and grabs hold of a steel chair!
The crowd pops!}
Terri Morasco: He looks like he has some bad intentions!
Vasco Dias: RUN!
{JFK goes toward Noah and raises the chair like a bat and goes to swing but Noah kicks him right in the knee cap! JFK buckles, dropping the chair.}
Vasco Dias: GENIUS!
Terri Morasco: A straight shot to the knee of the challenger.
{Noah grabs hold of the chair with JFK on all fours, grabbing at his knee. Noah raises the chair and brings it down over the back of JFK who writhes in pain, rolling away from Noah to try and avoid contact.}
Terri Morasco: This doesn’t look good for the challenger.
Vasco Dias: Noah stalking him like a noble lion stalks its prey.
{Noah swings down again but JFK is able to roll out of the way, sending a shock through the chair and into the hands of Noah, causing him to drop it. JFK picks himself back up with the ring post and tries to shake off the pain. Noah grabs the chair again and just slings it toward JFK who ducks at the last second!}
Terri Morasco: He could have taken his head off!
Vasco Dias: Not like it would have hurt anything…
{JFK stumbles around the ringside area, rolling back into the ring. Noah sees him and does the same. JFK is slow to his feet and pays for it when Field kicks him in the gut and spikes him into the mat with a DDT!}
Terri Morasco: HUGE DDT by Noah!
Vasco Dias: Did you see the way JFK was driven into the mat?
{Field hooks the leg…
1!
2!!
NO!
JFK gets the shoulder up.}
Terri Morasco: These two have been putting each other through hell tonight.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, and it’s about to be over.
{Noah is to his feet and stares down at his injured opponent…
He pulls Karn to his feet and lifts him into a Fireman’s Carry, perhaps looking to put him away with the “Heir Apparent”, but Karn manages to slide down Noah’s back, locks him around the waist and pops off a German Suplex, but can’t seem to bridge with the pain in his leg, and both men are on the mat.}
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Terri Morasco: Indeed it is.
Vasco Dias: This is what we do here in the IWF...we put on a show!
{Both men are slow to their feet, and Noah is first to get rocked by a left hand from the challenger. He returns the favor though with a shot of his own. He gets rocked again, swings again, rocked again, swings again, and then plants a knee in the gut of JFK. He charges the ropes, but JFK follows and when Noah turns, he’s surprised as JFK bounces off the ropes and hits a LEAPING LARIAT!
He pulls himself back up and seems to be getting a little feeling back into his leg. Noah gets up and JFK hits him with a running Clothesline, followed by another and another before yelling to the crowd who cheer him on.}
Terri Morasco: Seems like the challenger is building momentum!
Vasco Dias: Noah will get out of this situation...I know he will…
{Noah is up and gets kicked in the gut, JFK grabbing him by the head and turning into a Hangman’s Neckbreaker!}
Terri Morasco: NECKBREAKER!
{JFK hooks the leg and goes for the pin attempt but Noah kicks out at two and a half! JFK sits up and looks over his shoulder at the champion and shakes his head. He rolls out of the ring and grabs hold of the base of the steps he was forced to dislodge earlier and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope.}
Terri Morasco: I don’t even want to know what he has planned…
Vasco Dias: Look out Noah!
{JFK positions the stairs in the center of the ring and grabs hold of Noah, but Noah then returns the favor from earlier, connecting with a LOW BLOW!
Noah stumbles back into a seated position on the mat as JFK falls off to the side clutching at his groin area.}
Terri Morasco: Son of a…
Vasco Dias: Terri, turnabout is fair play.
Terri Morasco: I guess...it is legal.
{Noah smiles at his handy work before pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. He goes over and grabs JFK by the hair and pulls him up and toward the steps. He goes behind JFK and hoists him up for the “Honour Killing” (Olympic Slam)!
JFK LANDS ON HIS FEET!
He spins Noah around and kicks him in the gut, lifting him in the air and driving him down on top of the stairs with a BRAINBUSTER!}
Terri Morasco: Modified Final Nail on the top of the steps!
{JFK holds his back that hit the edge of the steps before turning and seeing that Noah is out cold on the top of the steps, a gash opened on his forehead from the grooves in the steps! He crawls over, pulling Noah off the stairs, hooking the leg…
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}
Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...AND NEEEEEEEEW IWF INVICTUS CHAMPION...JAMES...FRANKLIN...KAAAAAAAAAAARN!!!
{The referee raises his arm and gives him the championship as he holds it high in the air.}
Terri Morasco: A hell of a match between these two men!
Vasco Dias: I can’t believe this guy has a freaking championship...what’s next? Hashtag, Real Invictus!?
Terri Morasco: I don’t know, but the JFK Invictus Era has begun.
{JFK celebrates with the belt as the scene fades.}
IWF MAN OF STEEL #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Two Out Of Three Submissions Match
Nighthawk vs Andrew Jacobsen
Alison Valance: “This next contest is scheduled for the best 2-out-of-3 falls with no time limit and is a #1 contenders match for the Man of Steel Championship.”
{The drumbeat of "Unbreakable" begins echoing through the arena, and a raspy harmonica heralds Andrew Jacobsen as he walks onto the stage, Danielle Chase a few steps behind him. Andrew adjusts his gloves, eyes zeroed in on the ring, and walks with purpose down the ramp, nodding to fans in the crowd as he walks. He picks up a burst of speed as he leaves the ramp to leap up onto the apron. Andrew kneels on the apron, hanging onto the middle rope with one hand as he turns to look back at the ramp and Danielle. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, and stands up, stepping between the ropes. Andrew walks to a corner, slumping slightly against the ropes, and stares ahead, eyes practically tunneling through the turnbuckle as Danielle joins him in his corner and he waits for the bell.}
{As his opponent waits in the ring the arena lights slowly fade to black as "Ghost Love Score (You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive Intro)" by Nightwish booms out over the sound system accompanied by royal-blue Roman columns of fireworks and slowly falling cherry blossom leaves. Finally standing at the top of the ring ramp Nighthawk gazes down at his opponent while walking to the ring slowly, his eyes never leaving his opponent with a stony gaze of absolute concentration and focus. Climbing in the ring Nighthawk slowly unzips his leather duster and hands it to a ringside attendant before going into a wrestler's crouch in the middle of the ring.}
Alison Valance: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, he is a former 2-time NCW X Division Champion, a former NCW World Tag Team Champion, a former NCW World Champion, a former NCW National Champion, and a former IWF Man of Steel Champion. Wearing forest-green trimmed with red, and weighing in at 235 pounds, from Minneapolis, Minnesota….. ‘The North Star’ Andrew Jacobsen!”
{As Andrew steps out of the corner, his eyes coldly stoic as he gazes towards his rival, the crowd responds to him with a small flurry of green and red streamers and the impromptu singing of the Minnesota state song “Hail Minnesota” which brings the barest hint of a smile to the face of the otherwise stoic Minneapolitan.}
Alison Valance: “And his opponent, weighing in at 185 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois….. ‘The Master of 1000 Holds’….. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
{As Nighthawk steps out of the corner, calmly and almost emotionlessly removing his ring jacket to hand it off to a ringside attendant while putting in a blue-and-orange mouthpiece, the crowd responds to him by chanting “Best in the World” and bombing the ring with a rain of blue streamers.}
Terri Morasco: “And this is the match that has sent the tongues wagging, and the hearts fluttering, of the true wrestling diehards in the IWF audience, and frankly, amongst some members of the locker room. Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen have had three classics, the sort of matches that would go up in the Sistine Chapel of pro wrestling if there was such a thing. But there is one other thing that those two matches have in common, Vasco Dias.”
Vasco Dias: “Those two matches were spectacular, in every sense of the word Terri. But Andrew Jacobsen won them both and the third was a 1-hour time limit draw. Tonight, in this match, Nighthawk wants his revenge, and I think he’s going to move heaven and earth to try and get it. Also, Alison Valance did not announce any one of Nighthawk’s accolades. Whether that is because he wanted the focus to be on what he can do in the ring or anything else, these two men are both world-class competitors and it ought to be a fantastic war.”
{As the referee checks both men for contraband, not really expecting to find anything but obligated to check regardless, the crowd roars their approval for the two wildly popular stars as each man quickly retreats to their respective corner. Having finally finished checking both men the referee takes one look at both men and determines that they are each ready to begin before ringing the bell to start the 1st fall as both men stand in their respective corners as the cheering of the crowd reaches a fever pitch along with the tension in the air. Continuing to stand in their respective corners, neither man giving any hint whatsoever that they’re going to make the 1st move, the crowd roars ever louder as Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen continue to kneel in their respective corners as they refuse to take their eyes off of each other. Finally standing up to their feet both men move into the center of the ring and advance to each other as if agreeing to shake hands before both seemingly deciding against it, and each saying “After” before they circle around the ring against each other. Going for a collar-and-elbow lockup both men jockey for position against the other until they quickly find themselves tied up into the ropes before the referee moves in to separate them, only for each man to give the other a clean break almost before the referee gets in as though the very idea of the official being involved in the match as early as this offends the sensibilities of both men. Moving back into the center of the ring, each man still watching the other with a not-unwarranted high degree of wariness, they again go back for a collar-and-elbow lockup and again immediately jockey for position to get the first offense of the match, finding themselves tied up in the ropes where both the “Wrestling Machine” and the “North Star” again give themselves a break before the referee can even conceptualize getting involved. Leaning against the ropes, taking a moment to release the top knot he keeps his long hair tied up, Nighthawk nods respectfully to Andrew Jacobsen who quickly returns the favor. Moving back into the center of the ring both men quickly go for another collar-and-elbow lockup and again find themselves unable to get any offense going as they continue to push against each other and land on the ropes where finally the referee steps in to force yet another clean break which he is able to get after each man again tries to create an opening as the “Master of 1000 Holds” leans against the ropes as the tension in the 1st fall gets higher and higher. }
Terri Morasco: “Early on in the match, things are going as you would expect. These are two guys who are well-renowned, and for a good reason, as pure technicians. You’re not going to see either one of these men make rookie mistakes. They’ve studied each other extensively, and have prepared for every single thing that each man brings to the table. Combine that with a 2-out-of-3 falls format, which almost invites a more cautious approach, and I think it’s fair to see we’re going to see each man be far more tactical than usual.”
Vasco Dias: “I’ve seen both of these men extensively, in the flesh and on tape. In a lot of ways, there are no two men on the IWF roster who are better suited for a match like this. They are each tactically brilliant, and blessed with massive offensive arsenals that are perfectly suited for a match of this type. I look forward to seeing where things go from here.”
{ As both men stand at the ready again, the crowd’s buzzing having never stopped even for a moment, they immediately go for a collar-and-elbow lockup again and this time jockey for position with enough intensity that they continue pushing against each other until they fall through the middle ropes which forces the referee to get involved this time and guide each man back to the ring. Frowning at each other, each man now beginning to sweat ever so slightly, the Chicagoan removes a stray patch of blue-and-orange wrist tape from around his left wrist as this contest now appears to be getting ever the more intense. Stretching out against the ropes Andrew shoots in for an ankle pick only for Nighthawk to step back away from the attempt, wagging his finger as if to imply the Minneapolitan will have to be quite a bit quicker on the draw if he wants that trick to work. Staying on one knee, studying his opponent, Andrew seemingly takes a moment to think of what he’s going to do next before they again go back to the collar-and-elbow lockup and again continue to jockey for position with the other before this time Andrew uses his strength advantage to turn into a cravate only for Nighthawk to use his left leg as a lever to spin out of trouble and get a quick hammerlock which Andrew counters into another cravate which he takes over with a snapmare, only for the Chicagoan to slide through into a hammerlock as he now begins to focus on the left arm. Reaching back behind him to find out where the head of the “Wrestling Machine” is the “North Star” quickly finds it and begins to scoot forward before trying to corkscrew himself out of trouble, only to see Nighthawk still hold on to the arm as he changes things up into a wristlock. Trying to figure out how to get out of this without too much damage being done Andrew does a cartwheel and attempts to duck under the wristlock into a standing surfboard before realizing where he is and instead again using his strength advantage to hoist Nighthawk into the air for a beat and then quickly slamming him chest-first into the canvas, causing the “Man of 1000 Holds” to roll to the relative safety of the ropes as Andrew re-ties the glove on his left wrist.}
Terri Morasco: “And with a 1st fall that has, up until now, been very slow-paced and fraught with tension we are beginning to see the strategies of both men play out. Andrew wants to use his strength and look to wear down Nighthawk, while Nighthawk is looking to put money in the bank on the left arm. And what we saw right there is both of those strategies in full view.”
Vasco Dias: “For any fans who watch boxing, or any other combat sports, you will often hear it said that doing body work is like putting money in the bank. You might not see the effects right away, but over time, it will show. That is how Nighthawk explained his focus on the left arm to us earlier today. He figures it takes away or dulls the impact of so much of a wrestler’s offense that even if it doesn’t get a submission, it’s still a worthwhile thing to go for it. We will see, as this match goes on if that money he’s putting in the bank will bear fruit like he thinks it will.”
{Pulling himself to his feet with the aid of the ropes Nighthawk steps back into the center of the ring and circles Andrew for a moment, looking to see if he can find an opening to get inside the defenses of his larger opponent before Andrew extends his palms out for a knucklelock challenge. Eagerly accepting the challenge Nighthawk uses his quickness to quickly turn himself into a standing top wristlock, bending back on the left wrist as the referee comes over to see if the Minneapolitan has any interest in submitting. Shaking his index finger no when the referee comes over Andrew now drops all the way down until the back of his head touches the canvas and somehow manages to hook in a prawn hold from this position that gets a quick 1-count only for Nighthawk to reverse into one of his own that also gets a 1-count before they each throw dropkicks from their knees at more or less the exact same moment, Andrew loosening out his left wrist after he does so. As each man stands back up to their feet, sweating noticeably now, they go back to the collar-and-elbow lockup before Andrew uses a brilliantly timed standing switch to take control and then weave himself back into a cravate, locking his hands together around the jaw as the crowd buzzes in appreciation over the skillfulness of the mat wrestling that they have seen up to now. Shaking his index finger no when asked if he wants to submit the “Wrestling Machine” immediately begins to dip into his bag of tricks looking for just the right counter and escape to this hold, only for the “North Star” to hurry the process along by using a head-and-arm takeover to turn the cravate into enough of a pinning combination that the referee comes over and gets a quick 1-count before Nighthawk pulls his shoulders off of the mat as Andrew re-applies the cravate. Scooting his body into such a position that the cravate now looks more like a sleeper hold Nighthawk begins to work on escaping this, crossing his legs together and weaving his free hand through the small hole in between his crossed legs before wagging his left hand in front of the face of Andrew. Taking the proffered hand Andrew is quickly guided right into a wristlock takeover into a wristlock, as Nighthawk quickly places his thumb in the middle of the palm of Andrew to try and further stabilize the hand as he grinds his left kneecap into the triceps to keep the arm where he wants it. But as Nighthawk continues to crank on the hold, Andrew wiggles his right hand free and places it on the left knee which he uses as a distraction to take the “Man of 1000 Holds” over with a headscissors.}
Terri Morasco: “The last time we saw Nighthawk in a 2-out-of-3 falls match, he was disassembling Johnny Gillmen in one of the most brutal displays of clean, aggressive mat wrestling we have seen. This is not that. By sheer virtue of just how good Andrew is, Nighthawk is really having to work to get anything going.”
Vasco Dias: “This is what the 1st fall of most 2-out-of-3 falls matches look like, Terri. The men who willingly participate in as many of these type of matches as both of these men have already know the best way to be successful. It’s not like a ladder match or a match where there is a weapon hanging like a sword of Damocles over the proceedings. This is a match where you have to think your way through it. An over-aggressive opponent gets into a lot of trouble in a match like this, and both Nighthawk and Andrew know that.”
{Grinding the point of each of his elbows between the shoulders of Nighthawk Andrew quickly scoots himself to the middle of the ring to prevent the Chicagoan from using the ropes to escape the hold. Sticking his hands inside the headscissors to break in Nighthawk loosens up the headscissors just enough to get his head out of trouble before going for a quick prawn hold that gets a 1-count only for Andrew to reverse into one of his own that also gets a 1-count. Rolling backwards to his feet Andrew shoots in for a single-leg takedown only for Nighthawk to see it coming and counter right into a gorgeous Alligator Clutch for the pin and the 1st fall.}
Alison Valance: “The winner of the 1st fall…. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!”
Terri Morasco: “And in what could be described as a surprise, the 1st fall goes to Nighthawk with his Alligator Clutch. What would your strategy be if you were Andrew Jacobsen, Vasco?”
Vasco Dias: “Losing the 1st fall is not something I think Andrew would have expected to happen. When you go down a fall in a match like this, it’s very easy to become over-aggressive. To get back into this match, Andrew will have to walk that razor’s edge between pushing the pace and looking for openings with not being so over-aggressive that Nighthawk can counter him easily.”
{As the referee rings the bell to start the 2nd fall Nighthawk pulls himself up to his feet, peeling off a stray strand of blue wrist tape as Andrew leans against the ropes seemingly formulating a strategy on the fly. Flipping his shoulder-length cherry bomb-red hair out of his face Nighthawk gets down in a wrestler’s crouch himself, keeping his ice-blue eyes on the left arm of his opponent as Andrew slowly pulls himself up to his feet with his face a mask of determination. Shaking out his left arm as he steps forward back into the center of the ring Andrew quickly goes for a collar-and-elbow lockup and again hooks in a tight cravate, slowly bending the hold back until he gets himself in position to take it over with a snapmare into a seated version which he supplements with a surfboard which draws winces from the sold-out standing room only crowd. Rushing over to see if Nighthawk wants to submit the referee is quickly shooed away by the Chicagoan who nonetheless grits his teeth and lets out strangled grunts as he tries to figure out an escape from this utterly brutal hold he finds himself in, trying desperately to figure out a counter before his ice-blue eyes come alight and he quickly rolls himself over into a pinning combination that serves the dual purpose of getting a quick 1-count and forcing Andrew to release the cravate. But as the “Wrestling Machine” comes to his feet he walks right into a gorgeous side headlock takeover from the “North Star” who again is looking to lean on his smaller opponent and take some of his wind away in the 2nd fall. Banging his forearms on the mat in frustration Nighthawk rolls onto his stomach to prevent Andrew from catching him in a quick pinfall while he tries to think of what he wants to do next. Pushing the hands up slowly Nighthawk loosens the hold just enough to attempt to pop through into a jujigatame, only for Andrew to clasp his hands together and use his weight advantage to turn the cross-armbreaker attempt into a modified schoolboy that again gets a 1-count before Nighthawk reverses out of that into the cross-armbreaker that he was looking for originally which forces Andrew to scramble to the ropes to force a break of the hold after which he slides to the floor. Leaning back-first against the ring apron, openly favoring his left arm now, Andrew appears to be getting more and more frustrated before finally rolling back into the ring on the count of 6. Quickly bulling Nighthawk into the ropes Andrew waits for the referee to force a break before landing a massive forearm shiver that lands with a noticeable thud, sending the head of the “Man of 1000 Holds” back as sweat flies off of his torso.}
Terri Morasco: “And after a 1st fall that was a mat-wrestling clinic, where every hold was fought for with supreme intensity, it is now Andrew Jacobsen who throws the 1st strike. What will Nighthawk do to respond? Will he trade blows, or will he stay with the mat wrestling game?”
Vasco Dias: “If you’re Nighthawk, trading strikes with Andrew Jacobsen is perhaps a tempting thing. But you have to remember, Andrew outweighs him by 50 functional pounds. Every strike Nighthawk throws won’t have the same sting on it as something similar from Andrew. It’s not because Nighthawk doesn’t have any striking power. He does. We’ve seen it. But Andrew is so much stronger and bigger.”
{Leaning against the ropes for a moment Nighthawk runs his tongue around his orange-and-blue mouthpiece, before asking Andrew if he doesn’t want to wrestle anymore. Getting a nod of the affirmative Nighthawk lands a hard knife-edge chop to the chest which Andrew shrugs off before landing a hard knife-edge chop to the chest as both men continue to trade blows against each other, a back-and-forth which finally ends when the Chicagoan ducks a forearm shiver and lands a rapid-fire flurry of knife edge chops to the chest that sends Andrew to the floor. Getting up a full head of steam Nighthawk bounces off of the ropes and attempts to land a bullet tope suicida only to land on his feet when Andrew moves out of the way before walking right into a forearm shiver. Continuing to trade forearms on the floor Andrew dips his upper body underneath the bottom rope to break the count before landing a hard kick to the chest only for the Chicagoan to land a pair of hard kicks to the chest in response, only for Andrew to trump that flurry with an enzuigiri to the back of the head using the ring apron as a base. Rolling Nighthawk back into the ring Andrew takes a moment to shake out his left arm again before following him in, only to get caught with a beautifully timed tilt-a-whirl armdrag followed by a gorgeous wraparound armdrag as the Minneapolitan again rolls to the floor to try and catch his breath. Following him out Nighthawk lands a gorgeous bullet tope suicida, quickly rolling back into the ring as he lets out a war cry before hitting a 2nd tope suicida and then rolling back into the ring seemingly looking for a 3rd. But as the “Wrestling Machine” sets up for another tope suicida he sees Andrew moving back into the ring and instead hits a running high cross body for a 2-count before going for a 2nd high cross body only to walk right into a gorgeous scoop powerslam from the “North Star” who quickly goes for a cover and gets a 2-count himself. Measuring his man Andrew waits for Nighthawk to get to his feet before going for a Fure no Hoshi, only for Nighthawk to flip out the back door and land a quartet of teeth-rattling European uppercuts as Andrew grits his teeth and returns fire with one forearm shiver that sends Nighthawk bouncing into the ropes only to come back with a counter European uppercut which sends Andrew to the floor as the “Man of 1000 Holds” stays in the ring to catch his breath.}
Terri Morasco: “After a 1st fall that was very much mat-focused, this 2nd fall has been exceptionally hard-hitting. You have to wonder, though, how long can Nighthawk be expected to handle what this is quickly turning into.”
Vasco Dias: “With a fall that is as hard-hitting as this one looks like it might be, you can see this is the turf that Andrew wants to be on. This is what this match is going to be about. Andrew needs to turn this into a brawl, which is odd considering his reputation as a technician.”
{Deciding to push the pace Nighthawk quickly hits a gorgeous twisting spaceman moonsault press before rolling Andrew back into the ring as he signals for a springboard frankensteiner. But as he sets up for the springboard Andrew cuts him off with a teeth-rattling forearm shiver before attempting to go for a slingshot suplex only for Nighthawk to reverse in mid-air into a lateral press that gets a long 2-count. Rushing in to husband his advantage Nighthawk goes for a palm strike only to walk right into a stun gun followed by a gorgeous Perfect-Plex that gets a three-count to tie the match at 1 fall a piece.}
Terri Morasco: “The winner of the 2nd fall, tying the match at 1 fall a piece, ‘The North Star’ Andrew Jacobsen!”
{As the referee rings the bell to start the 3rd fall Nighthawk pulls himself to his feet only to get caught with a massive running European uppercut that sends him slumped over into a neutral corner as though he was thrown from a moving car before staggering out of the corner right into a hooking lariat. Covering again, and this time getting a 2-count, Andrew quickly shoots a glance at the referee as if asking him if he is sure Nighthawk kicked out. Getting an answer in the affirmative the Minneapolitan quickly waits for Nighthawk to gewt to his feet before hitting him with another heavy forearm shiver that sends sweat flying off of the hair of the Chicagoan before hitting a textbook vertical suplex followed up with a running senton to the abdomen. Taking a moment to collect himself Andrew picks up Nighthawk and whips him into the turnbuckle before attempting to follow him in with a running European uppercut only to see Nighthawk duck out of the way at the last moment, and quickly head to the outside where he lands a gorgeous springboard clothesline for a long 2-count. Letting out a loud and passionate yell Nighthawk waits for Andrew to get up and again goes for a running STO only to walk right into a spectacular Gordie Howe Special that gets another 2-count as the sold-out crowd gasps in shock. Frantically pulling excess wrist tape from off of his gloves as the referee frantically signals that it was a 2-count Andrew runs his thumb across his throat before dragging an absolutely knackered “Wrestling Machine” up to his feet and yelling at him to “Not Make Me Do This” as he signals for an Orange Crush Bomb. But as the “North Star” attempts to go for the Orange Crush Nighthawk is able to counter in mid-air to an absolutely picturesque hurricanrana for another long 2-count as it is now Nighthawk’s turn to stare at the referee in shock. Landing a vicious superkick to the jaw Nighthawk heads to the top rope and glances back to measure the distance, crossing himself and yelling down “I’m Sorry”, before going for a double-rotation moonsault only to miss completely and land face-first on the mat as Andrew rolls out of the way at the last second. Coming up slowly, his eyes glassy and glazed, Nighthawk staggers in the general direction of Andrew Jacobsen who notices how out of it he is and quickly hooks in a tight sleeper. Rushing over to check on Nighthawk the referee immediately calls for the bell as Nighthawk slumps to the canvas out of it completely.}
Alison Valance: “Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. The referee has determined that Nighthawk is unable to continue. Therefore, the winner of the match via referee’s stoppage in the 3rd and deciding fall…. ‘The North Star’ Andrew Jacobsen!”
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SEGMENT
“The Answer”
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{The opening to an unfamiliar song hit the speakers and the crowd watched on in confusion and curiosity, unsure how to react, as the anomalous Australian newcomers to the IWF marched down the ramp. Their names were Sam Braxton and Dean Coulter, the Lost Boys, who paid little attention to the attending crowd and entered the ring, retrieving some microphones.}
Terri Morasco: Finally! we can find out...something...anything about these guys.
Vasco Dias: *shrugs* Where did they say they were from again? Austria?
Terri Morasco: *groan* Australia. There’s a big difference.
{Sam and Dean paused, watching and waiting. Until…}
Sam Braxton: G’day!
{Dean swiftly punched Sam in the shoulder.}
Dean Coulter: I should slap you silly for such heresy!
Sam Braxton: Yeah I’m disappointed in myself for that one. That was too easy. Look Miami I’m sorry, well not really, but I hope you enjoyed that, cause it is the only time we will ever resort to the use of such mind-numbingly degrading stereotypes.
Dean Coulter: We are so much more than simple tropes. That’s the only decent thing about IWF so far, the freedom to be ourselves and not forced into some stupid typecast gimmick. As if that is what defines us.
Sam Braxton: But Dean. We digress.
Dean Coulter: Yes, right.
{They looked out once again to the faces in the crowd.}
Dean Coulter: I can see the confusion and uncertainty in your eyes. Its ok. You don’t know who we are. You can rest easy for after tonight you will.
Sam Braxton: But you enjoy that don’t you? Your ignorance. It defines you as a country, as a people! For each and every one of you, your ignorance has always been bliss!
Vasco Dias: Whoa. Where do they get off?!
Terri Morasco: Yeah. That was a bit harsh.
{Where once there was no reaction, there was instead a torrent of boos and increasingly colourful insults thrown in the direction of Sam and Dean.}
Dean Coulter: It’s ok people of Miami. There is another way! And Sam and I are here to open your eyes to it. To pull back the curtains and lead you from this crossroads down the better path.
Sam Braxton: For too long the USA has thought itself superior in almost all things, that anyone or anything from anywhere else was of no consequence. No longer! We grew up in wrestling promotions all across Australia and let me assure you what we saw, what we did back home, was more profound, far more exciting than ANYTHING you could possibly deliver here. The level of the wrestling business here in America is so low rate, it’s almost laughable.
Dean Coulter: But we’re not laughing. Not when it comes to the industry we love and enjoy. Our hearts, our souls and our bodies have gone into this industry time and again and we would be remiss in our duties if we allowed your grimy hands to taint and corrupt it.
Sam Braxton: You have allowed it to grow stagnant, so we decided we had to step in.
Dean Coulter: Luckily WE are the answers to this problem. And tonight we shall show you.
Sam Braxton: We are the Lost Boys and through us you will take your rightful place lower down the totem pole, and by the end you will thank us for it, for you would have finally realise that there is so much more on offer outside your boundaries. Outside your walls! And you will not be content for anything less then what guys like us can provide.
Terri Morasco: You know what. I hope Leon and Will kick their arses!
TAG TEAM MATCH
Leon Black and Will Peterson vs The Lost Boys
{ Judith blasts throughout the arena with blue lights shading the arena like a depressing darkened night.. Leon would walk out onto the stage once the vocals had began for the song, he looked around at the venue to hear a mixed reaction, but it wasn't like he cared. Walking down to the ring, he didn't bother interacting with the crowd.. He just wanted to fight and prove he could be better than what he was. When he got to the bottom of the ramp, he took a left and then walked up the steps before walking alongside the apron and eventually stepping into the ring. }
Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, the first participant… from Chicago, Illnois, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… “The Blackened Light” – LEON BLACK!!!
{ "Underdog" by Kasabian blares out over the arena speakers, prompting a mixed reaction from the capacity crowd. Moments after his theme hits, the stocky form of "The Underdog" Will Peterson appears at the top of the ramp, arms folded and wearing a characteristic scowl.
Peterson cricks his neck one way and then the other, before making his way down the aisle, staring inexorably towards the ring in front of him. Fans along the aisle revel in trying to wind the sawn-off powerhouse up, trying to get "The Underdog" to 'bite', and Peterson can't resist jaw-jacking with a particularly vocal member of the crowd, getting right up in his face, sneering and pointing, before snapping his head the other way and sliding into the ring.
Peterson affords himself a slow, 360 degree turn, arms wide, seemingly revelling in the mixed reaction being sent his way. He pauses, eyes closed and arms still wide, before snapping his arms back down to his sides, causing a cacophony of red pyro to explode from above him. }
Alison Valance: And his tag team partner in this contest; from Leicester, England, and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty nine pounds… “The Underdog” – WILL PETERSON!!!
Terri Morasco: An interesting dynamic here, as these two men who were opponents a mere seven days ago, will now be teaming up tonight for their respective IWF pay-per-view debuts.
Vasco Dias: You know what would be interesting? If these two just said “Screw the rules” and beat the holy hell out of each other!
Terri Morasco: Well these two - an unlikely duo if I’ve ever seen one - are certainly eyeing each other with suspicion at the moment. You have to think that they will have to get on the same page if they are to have any chance of coming away from Metamorphosis with a victory.
Alison Valance: And their opponents…
{ The arena darkens and the lights flicker as the intro to “Stick to Your Guns” by the Sick Puppies plays. As the song kicks into gear (00:20) Sam Braxton and Dean Coulter appear on the stage, in their dark hooded jackets. Sam crouches down, one hand resting on the ground, the other on his thigh and his fierce and determined eyes locked on the waiting ring/opponents. Meanwhile Dean stands above him, arms crossed above his chest and looking from one side of the crowd to the other with an unimpressed expression.
“It’s a waste of time to try and please everyone one around. You can’t believe the words you hear that try to bring you down. (You can’t change, what you can’t change) So don’t even try.”
Sam rises to his feet with an aggressive flourish and with a mutual nod of determination the Lost Boys march down the ramp together, spurning any and crowd members along the way an motioning to their opponents already in the ring.
“So burn all of the pages to erase the part of you. That ever thought you could never be who you wanted to. (You can’t change, what you can’t change) So don’t even try.”
Sam bounds onto the apron and then over the ropes into the ring, ascending a nearby turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd. Dean follows closely behind, ascending to the apron and again looking out to the crowd with a condescending shake of his head.
“You’re not innocent now. Cause your whole world is inside out. No don’t give up what you believe in, this time there’s no sleep until you die. So pray to your god (But you know better, know you better) Stick to your guns. Cause you’re on your own.”
Sam backflips off of the turnbuckle and once again assumes his crouching position, this time with Dean standing above him arms outstretched as the lights return to normal and the music dies down. }
Alison Valance… At a combined weight of four hundred nineteen pounds… from Queensland, in Australia, and making their IWF debut here tonight – Dean Coulter and Sam Braxton – THE LOST BOYYYSSS!!!
Terri Morasco: Our latest Australian imports take to the stage for their IWF debut… and what a stage to make it on!
Vasco Dias: Orrrrr, a massive stage for these pretty boys to be publically humiliated as they slump to a debut defeat at the hands of the most ridiculous pairing since Ike and Tina…!
Terri Morasco: Now now, Vasco, jealousy will get you nowhere…
Vasco Dias: Jealousy? HA!
{ Over in the far corner, the Aussie boys clap hands up high and down low, before slapping one another on the back in a fraternal embrace. In the opposite corner, Peterson and Black seem to be having a much more low key conversation about who is going to start the match. The Blackened Light makes a big show of pointing to himself and nodding, even going so far as lightly pushing Peterson in the chest, back towards their corner. The Underdog glowers back as Leon turns round to centre ring, before the Brit steps slowly through the ropes and onto the apron, looking less than impressed. For The Lost Boys, Dean Coulter gets the nod; the bell is sounded and the match is underway!
The two come together in the centre of the ring, Coulter wary, whilst Leon Black saunters up to his Aussie opponent with a confident swagger, obviously throwing down a verbal challenge. Coulter turns back to his partner and flicks his head toward Black, laughing, openly mocking The Blackened Light. This enrages the Chicagoan, who swings a big right hand toward the turning head of Dean Coulter. The antipodean athlete expertly ducks under, though, before grabbing onto the same right arm and taking Black down with a textbook hammerlock takedown. Coulter drops a leg on the arm, causing Leon to scream in pain, before tying his opponent up in a fujiwara armbar, wrenching back on the limb with gusto.
Leon Black slaps the mat in frustration, wriggling to try and free himself from the hold, but Coulter is not in a forgiving mood, and cinches it in ever tighter. Black looks around the ring, desperate, before rolling through and out of the hold in a good show of flexibility and athleticism. Black is to his feet first, bounding off the far ropes and meeting Dean with a swift clothesline which takes the Aussie to the floor. Another bounce of the ropes, and a second clothesline also connects on the upcoming Coulter, who hits the deck again. Black, feeling the momentum building, dashes back across the ring, before leaping into the air, looking for a flying cross body. Dean Coulter has The Blackened Light well scouted, however, jumping up and nailing Leon Black flush in the head with an almost impossible spinning dropkick, which sends both men tumbling to the canvas. }
Terri Morasco: Wow, that’s a momentum-shifter right there!
Vasco Dias: I wouldn’t be surprised if it shifted some teeth as well…
{ The move takes its toll on both men, but it is Coulter who has the wherewithal to roll towards his corner and tag in his partner, Sam Braxton. The high flyer wastes no time in nailing his colours to the mast, ascending the turnbuckles and measuring his struggling opponent. Leon Black eventually manages to haul himself to his feet, before being taken forcefully down to the canvas once more by a flying leg lariat from the top rope! Braxton swiftly dives down for the cover… }
ONE…
TWO… KICKOUT!
Terri Morasco: Leon Black looks to be struggling with the fast and frenetic pace that The Lost Boys are bringing to this matchup here tonight.
{ Braxton gives The Blackened Light little time to recover, hoisting his fallen opponent from off the canvas and catching him with a succession of short punches right to the jaw. Braxton steps back, once again measuring Leon Black, before aiming a sensational roundhouse kick to his head. Black, however, manages a desperate dodge, and even halts Braxton’s momentum with a flailing backhand body strike with stops the Aussie in his tracks. Braxton doubles over in pain, allowing Black to nail a pair of knees to the jaw, before following up with a textbook dropkick right to the Aussie’s face. Despite the impact of the move, Braxton is somehow still on his feet, staggering groggily backwards until he falls somewhat woozily onto the ring ropes. Black, sensing an opening, tore straight at his foe, once again leaving his feet and paying for it, another flying cross body attempt this time avoided by Sam Braxton, who simply drops to his knees and allows The Blackened Light to sail rather majestically over the top rope, his impressive flight ended by a sickening fall to the floor below! }
Terri Morasco: Jeez… the impact!
Vasco Dias: Part of me wants to tell Leon Black to stop trying that move, as it’s obviously not working out for him. But screw that – let’s have the idiot go for the hat trick and break his freakin’ neck!
{ Leon Black seems to be completely immobile on the arena floor, as Sam Braxton uses the ring ropes to haul himself up to a vertical base, looking down at his opponent with a mixture of shock and satisfaction. Ignoring the referee’s protests, he slides out of the ring, laying the boots to his fallen opponent, eliciting boos from a small section of the IWF crowd as the referee begins a ten-count. }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
{ Braxton begins to haul the almost unconscious form of Leon Black to his feet…}
FIVE!
SIX!
{ … rolling his limp form into the ring under the bottom rope… }
Vasco Dias: Looks like he’s toast!
{… before hooking the far leg confidently. }
ONE…
TWO…
{ The count, though, is interrupted by Will Peterson, who hits a well-placed boot into the side of Braxton’s head just at the right moment. }
Vasco Dias: Whoa… I’d almost forgotten The Underdog was even in this matchup!
Terri Morasco: I think that Sam Braxton had forgotten that Peterson was there! But regardless, Leon Black is still in a world of trouble out there, and unless Peterson can get himself legally into this match, the Aussies could be in for a pretty successful debut…!
{ Braxton, furious with Peterson’s interjection, swings a wild punch at the retreating Underdog, following up with a few choice words to the Brit. His rant is stopped by his calmer tag team partner, who shouts over to Braxton for the tag. Breathing heavily, Sam eventually obliges. Both men then haul Black to his feet, before hitting a nice double suplex to take him down to the canvas once more.
Sam Braxton is eventually ushered out of the ring by the referee, whilst Coulter brings a still-groggy Leon Black to his feet once more. He nails a right hand to the head of The Blackened Light. One… two… three more follow, and by this time Black has staggered ungainly into his own corner of the ring, where a clearly frustrated Will Peterson waits. Unable to watch this onslaught any longer, The Underdog tags himself into the matchup, to a small pop from the watching fans. }
Terri Morasco: Business could be about to pick up now!
{ Underdog is like a house on fire as he enters the ring, bustling with pent up energy as he cuts off the attempted offence of his Aussie opponent and nails a hard chop to the chest, causing Dean to howl in agony. A second open handed chop follows, The Underdog whirling away at Coulter with a stiff jab, body shot and finally, an explosive European uppercut which has Dean Coulter reeling. Peterson, with no wasted motion, dives for the waist, locking his arms and popping his hips with a picture-perfect northern lights suplex, complete with bridge. }
ONE…
TWO.. KICKOUT!
{ Coulter kicks out forcefully, but Peterson manages to gather himself, spinning on the mat before slapping on a front facelock, continuing to ground his frustrated opponent. The referee is right there, clearly asking the Aussie if he wants to concede the match to the Brit, but receiving a growled “No!” in response. Coulter manages to fight his way to a knee with a couple of stiff shots to The Underdog’s ribs. A third, and both men are standing now, but Peterson is still in control, and puts the exclamation point on that fact by taking Coulter once more to the canvas with an explosive snap suplex. The crowd roar in appreciation, but Peterson is in no mood to soak up their adulation, instead returning to the head and neck area of the struggling Dean Coulter and cinching in a painful-looking dragon sleeper. }
Terri Morasco: A flurry of impressive offensive manoeuvres suddenly has The Underdog in complete control of this matchup!
{ Peterson seems quite content to once again slow the pace of the matchup down, much to the chagrin of Sam Braxton on the outside, who desperately pounds the apron in an attempt to rouse Coulter into some sort of comeback. The commotion draws the ire of The Underdog, who can’t resist a little verbal sparring. He releases the submission hold, dropping Coulter roughly to the canvas, before sauntering over to his tag team partner and sharing a few of his thoughts, gesturing over toward the Aussie’s fallen comrade. Braxton replies in kind, distracting Will long enough for Dean Coulter to return to his feet. He dashes at the preoccupied Underdog, who nonetheless manages to dodge the attempted attack from behind just in time, spinning and forcing Coulter sideways in one motion, the Aussie’s head bouncing off the top turnbuckle pad. Dean staggers back, right into the waiting arms of Will Peterson, who takes him down with a swift reverse gutwrench suplex, Coulter’s head and neck snapping violently off the mat. }
Vasco Dias: Hahaha! He’s toying with them! SHOW NO MERCY PETERSON! MESS THOSE PRETTY BOYS UP BAD!
Terri Morasco: Will you stop?! Wait… What is Leon Black doing…?!
{ Across the ring, Leon Black is now demanding to be tagged into the matchup, gesturing over to his partner with an arrogant look on his face. The Underdog walks slowly towards The Blackened Light, arms outstretched, clearly keen to argue his case. The two look in danger of descending into a full-blown shouting match… until Coulter interrupts them with a desperation rollup from behind…! }
ONE…
TWO…
TH.. KICKOUT!!
Terri Morasco: Wowzers! Peterson was a split second away from having made a fatal mistake there!
Vasco Dias: GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, PETERSON!
Terri Morasco: (muttering) … like a cheerleader… seriously, like a Goddamn cheerleader…
Vasco Dias: Cheerleader? Don’t talk nonsense Terri! I have five hundred big ones on Peterson and Black!
Terri Morasco: There it is…!
{ Peterson picks himself up off the mat, shaking his head and muttering to himself, whilst Coulter quickly makes the tag to his waiting partner. Braxton leaps the ropes, before trotting over to his still distracted opponent and leaping up onto his back, before bringing The Underdog down backwards with a sick double knee backbreaker. }
Terri Morasco: Absolutely sickening impact! That must be it!
{ The “OOHHS” and “BOOS” from the live audience go hand in hand as Braxton slides into a cocky pin cover. }
ONE…
TWO…
TH… NO! HE KICKED OUT!
Terri Morasco: How in the hell…?
Vasco Dias: FIVE HUNDRED BIG ONES, TERRI!
{ Back in the ring, and Sam Braxton is beside himself, pounding the mat in frustration and screaming “NO!” even as the referee defiantly holds two fingers up. Braxton rises to his knees, letting out a huge sigh, before finally seeming to settle on his plan. He turns and drops low once more, managing to hoist The Underdog to his feet. Then, he turns and runs full speed toward the ropes to which Peterson is facing, leaping elegantly into the air and springing off the top rope, before expertly pirouetting midair and landing squarely on the shoulders of The Underdog, looking for his patented Cyclo-Rana. The Underdog, though, counters explosively, hurling Braxton down to the mat with a devastating powerbomb which almost causes the ring to shake.
Braxton looks to be out cold, but the effort of the move has clearly taken its toll on The Underdog, too, who takes a moment to recover before roughly bringing Braxton to a rather unsteady-looking vertical base. The Underdog’s smile suggests he senses victory, but even as he hooks Braxton’s head and neck under his right arm, signalling for his ‘In The Doghouse’ finisher, Dean Coulter seems to have one more ace up his sleeve…
The Aussie jumps through the ropes, aiming a spinning heel kick at Will Peterson’s head… only to be taken down in mid-air by the flying form of Leon Black, who finally connects with a beautifully executed flying crossbody! }
Vasco Dias: The hat trick! The hat trick!
{ Peterson is distracted for but a second, before grabbing a leg and hoisting Sam Braxton high into the air and dropping him heavily down onto his head and neck with a devastating fisherman’s buster! }
Terri Morasco: Sam Braxton’s just been put ‘In The Doghouse’…!
{ Peterson hooks a leg, looking around to ensure no more interference. }
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
{ The crowd erupts as the referee brings both Will Peterson and Leon Black to their feet, raising their arms in victory. }
Alison Valance: Here are your winners of the match… the team of LEON BLACK AND WILL PETERSONNNN!!!
{ The Underdog allows himself a moment to take in the crowd’s cheers, before snatching his raised arm downwards and shooting daggers Leon from the other side of the referee, shaking his head in disgust at his partner’s actions in the match. He drops out of the ring, slapping hands with a couple of particularly enthusiastic fans as he walks to the back. }
Terri Morasco: Well, it was a valiant effort by our debutants, but in the end it’s “The Underdog” Will Peterson who extends his run of successes here in the IWF, picking up the win tonight alongside Leon Black.
Vasco Dias: FIVE! HUNDRED! BIG ONES!
Terri Morasco: (sigh) Will somebody please replace these headphones with earplugs…?
IWF MAN OF STEEL CHAMPIONSHIP
God Of Steel Rules Match
Falcon vs Spike Kane ©
{The low drawl of Eve to Adam's Immortal starts. After a few seconds, it kicks into the full sound, and the man known simply as Falon exited the curtain. Jane, the handler, in tow, and the pair walk to the ring. Falcon climbs in, immediately heading to a corner and sitting down, leaning against the turnbuckle, arms draped over the second rope. Jane makes her way to a special front row ringside seat. The song slowly fades away, and once the bell rings Falcon grabs the rope and hauls himself up to stand, ready to fight.}
Terri Morrasco: Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you that what you are about to witness is not for the faint of heart.
Vasco Dias: That is for damn sure Terri. Spike Kane has only actually wrestled once since the unfortunate accident at the Kane household, and he damn near killed Johnny Gillmen in the process…..not even God knows what is going to go down here tonight.
Terri Morrasco: I’m still adamant that Spike Kane shouldn’t be wrestling Vasco….
Vasco Dias: The man is a legend, it’s in his blood…..are you going to tell him otherwise?
{The lights dim as the choir begin to hum before the guitars kick in to Parkway Drives “Crushed”}
“BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS!
IS THIS ALL THAT WE ARE!?
SISTERS! MY SISTERS!
WE’VE BEEN..
CRUSHED BY THE FISTS OF GOD!”
{On the word “God” a huge pyro goes off and the strobe lights kick in as the song really drives home, the crowd jump to their feet awaiting the God of Xtreme, the God of Steel, the Man of Steel Champion, Spike Kane….but after an awkwardly long time nobody appears from behind the curtain.}
Vasco Dias: Aww man….not again…
Terri Morrasco: Folks, you may remember that Spike was scheduled to wrestle a tag match with both Noah and Rob Diamond but failed to show…
Vasco Dias: The man is grieving!
Terri Morrasco: I agree with you Terri, but perhaps Spike shouldn’t have demanded this match in the first place.
{In the ring Falcon can be seen leaning on the ropes facing the entranceway, looking downwards ever so slightly, clearly looking more sad about what his happening than anything else. The referee turns to him and begins asking him what he wants him to do, but Falcon just shrugs his shoulders, the PA kicks in again, restarting the music, but now the fans begin to boo.}
Vasco Dias: These cretins need to show some respect!
Terri Morrasco: With all due respect Vasco, they paid their money to see their Man of Steel champion defend his belt!
Vasco Dias: I hate it when you’re right…
{The referee leaves the cell, and walks to the timekeeper and announcer who announces over the microphone immediately.}
Announcer: The referee has announced that the winner of the match due to forfeit if Falcon, however still your Man of Steel Champion, Spike Kane…
{The reaction to the news isn’t exactly stellar and met with quite a few boos. Falcon simply rolls out of the ring and leaves the cell before heading back up the ramp, perhaps to go and find Spike himself. The lack of a match clearly leaving a bitter taste in everyones mouths.}
SINGLES MATCH
Kate Steele vs Amber Richards
Terri Morasco: Since her return to IWF, Amber Richards has been dominant in her quest for her fourth Diamond championship.
Vasco Dias: She hasn’t pulled any punches with calling out the other Diamond’s either!
Terri Morasco: Well, tonight that call has been answered by a Diamond who is in need of not only a victory, but a victory against an opponent of Richards’ caliber.
{Wild eyes" by Parkway Drive blasts on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out. As the song explodes after the first verse Amber makes her way out her black hair flowing down as she throws her head back and lets out a laugh.}
Alison Valance: From Norwich, England and weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds … AAAAAAMBERRRRR RIIIIIICHAAAAAAARDS!
{Amber makes her way down to the ring, she runs and slides on her knee across the apron before resting her body against the ropes as the music fades out}
Terri Morasco: Steele looking like she’s ready for business tonight, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: She’s going to kill her, Terri; I smell a mugging!
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{“Monster” by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.}
Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Berkshire, England, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds … KATE … STEEEEEEEEELE!!!
{Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd cheering her on. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.}
Terri Morasco: There’s a definite size advantage for Richards in this match. She’s about five inches taller and nearly twenty pounds heavier.
Vasco Dias: Everybody looks big when you’re comparing them against a runt like Steele.
Terri Morasco: Well, I wouldn’t call her a runt. Besides, what she lacks in size she makes up for in agility!
Vasco Dias: It’s like looking at a chihuahua going up against a pit bull, Terri – this isn’t going to end well!
{The bell rings as the two women circle the ring before locking up in the center of it but quickly, Amber shoves Kate onto her backside. Kate lands and quickly rolls up to her feet, shooting a glare at the Berkshire native}
Terri Morasco: Amber showing the strength advantage early on!
{The two lock up again but this time it is Kate breaking the grip of Amber before leaping up and connecting with a swift enziguri to the side of the head. Kate is back to her feet as Amber drops to a knee, clutching her temple.}
Vasco Dias: That’s one way to piss Richards off.
{Amber pushes herself back to a standing position and immediately gets in the face of her opponent, who refuses to back down. Amber hauls off and slaps Kate in the face, sending the pint sized young lady to a knee, clutching at her face. A smirk breaks across the face of Richards as Kate tilts her head to the side and starts breathing more rapidly. She springs to her feet, grabbing the head of a stunned Amber Richards, and drops her with a single knee facebuster! }
Vasco Dias: WOAH!!!
Terri Morasco: I didn’t see that coming, and I don’t think Amber did either!
{Kate goes for a quick cover but Amber’s left leg is under the bottom rope, which the referee quickly points out to Steele. Kate shakes her head and pulls Richards back to a standing position before drilling her in the side with a stiff martial arts style kick. Steele alternates left and right leg kicks, leaving Richards constantly on the defense. Kate leaps into the air and nails a front face dropkick that sends Richards sprawling backwards and into the ring ropes. Kate, hot in pursuit, goes to grab hold of Richards but the former Diamonds champion grabs hold of Steele and uses her momentum to send her tumbling through the ropes to the outside.}
Terri Morasco: Richards manages to get some much needed distance from the newcomer.
Vasco Dias: She threw her like she was dirty laundry!
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As Kate gets to her feet, doubled over, Richards charges and hits a hard baseball slide kick to the back side of the Kate that sends her reeling into the baracade. Amber slides out of the ring and pulls Kate to her feet and throws one of her arms over her shoulder before hitting her with repeated knees to the chest. Amber then nails a snap suplex right onto the outside arena mats. The referee demands both women back into the ring as he continues his count.
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Terri Morasco: Steele looks to be in pain now!
Vasco Dias: Man or woman, I don’t care who you are … on those thin ring mats … that’ll hurt!
{Kate is slow to her feet as Amber slides in and out of the ring to break up the count. Kate charges Amber and leaps in the air. Amber catches her and drops her right to the arena floor with a breathtaking spear.}
Terri Morasco: And just like that …
Vasco Dias: Steele is back down!
{Amber drags Kate back towards the ring and rolls her in, following close behind. Richards places a few kicks into the small of Steele’s back before dragging her up to her feet and whipping her hard towards the near corner. Kate slams hard and Amber follows in for the kill. Kate manages to get her feet up in time, halting the incoming Richards with a size five to the face. Amber stumbles backwards, dropping to one knee before fighting back to her feet and going in again. Steele, again, gets her feet up in front of her and knocks Richards back towards the middle of the ring once more. This time it’s Steele who goes on the offensive and darts from the corner looking to score big against the stunned Richards}
Terri Morasco: Oh, this doesn’t look good!
{Kate nails Amber with a float over DDT that causes Richards to hit so hard she ‘pops’ back up to her feet and right back into the clutches of Steele. Kate grabs the stunned Richards and lifts her up for what looks like a Samoan Drop … }
Vasco Dias: Punk Driver, Terri … watch this!
{Kate grabs Amber’s head just before falling quickly to her side and driving Richards into the mat. She quickly rolls Amber into position and makes the pin …
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Terri Morasco: Steele wins, Vasco … Steele wins!
Vasco Dias: What the hell just happened out here? I thought I’d never see the day that Kate Steele beat Amber Richards … there’s going to be hell to pay, Terri, mark my words!
Terri Morasco: With an upset victory like that, how long before Steele gets a shot at either Eternity or Paige?
Vasco Dias: Hey, we don’t even know if either of them is gonna be champion after tonight. Up is down, black is white … I … I just don’t even know anymore, Terri.
"LEGITIMATE" IMPERIAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Roberto Verona (c) vs Gable Arcade
I will add this match when I get home.
SINGLES MATCH
Dorian Hawkhurst vs Jimmy Zane
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SINGLES MATCH
Dorian Hawkhurst vs. Jimmy Zane
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{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.}
Allison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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}
Allison Valance: And his opponent …
{The beginning riffs of The Unforgiven begin to echo throughout the arena as the entrace fills up with smoke. Strobes and lasers shoot up from beneath the walk way as Zane slowly walks through with Cyrus Black right behind him. He drops to his knees throwing his arms out to both sides as the smoke engulfs him.}
Allison Valance: Making his way to the ring from New Orleans, Louisiana … JIMMMMMMMY … ZAAAAAAAANE!!!
{He disappears into the smoke, then suddenly shoots out on his feet sprinting to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He crawls over to the corner and lays against the bottom turnbuckle, resting his head on it like a pillow as Cyrus Black enters the ring and they get ready for the start of the match.
Vasco Dias: Time to see Jimmy knock this fool right off that wagon!
Terri Morasco: I don’t think that means what you think that means. Anyway, Zane is going to have his work cut out for him tonight; he’s giving up nearly fifty pounds to Dorian.
Vasco Dias: Fat-boy needs a treadmill instead of a beer.
{The bell sounds as both men make their way to the center of the ring; Zane looking to tie up, but Dorian holding out his hand instead. Zane looks at it tentatively, before reaching forward and shaking hands. }
Terri Morasco: A fine display of sportsmanship by Dorian here in the early goings.
Vasco Dias: Sportsmanship? Please! If they were smart, one of them would sock the other in the mouth.
Terri Morasco: Oh stop...
{With pleasantries out of the way, both men lock up. After jockeying for position, Dorian uses his strength advantage to move Zane into the corner. After Dorian presses him up against the corner, the ref gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.
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Both men make a clean break. After making their way back towards the center of the ring, they lock up again. After jockeying for position, Dorian uses his strength advantage to move Zane into the ropes. Just then, Zane is able to switch positions and press Dorian up against the ropes. The ref quickly makes his way over and gives both men until the count of five to break the hold.
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Terri Morasco: Look at this display of sportsmanship by both men. There's no cheap shots. No low blows. And no attacks from behind.
Vasco Dias: Pfft … boring
{After making their way back towards the center of the ring, they go to lock up. But Zane ducks the collar & elbow tie-up and goes behind Dorian, applying a waist lock. Dorian tries to pry Zane's arms from around him, but it's to no avail. He then tries to elbow Zane in the face. But Zane is able to move his head out of the way. Zane then transitions into a hammerlock from behind. Dorian can be seen grimacing every time Zane jerks his arm. The ref asks Dorian if he wants to give up. But he refuses to quit. Zane then transitions into a side headlock. But Dorian quickly shoves Zane off of him and into the ropes. When Zane comes back, Dorian knocks him down with a standing shoulder block to cheers from the crowd. He then runs into the ropes as Zane kips up. When Dorian comes back, Zane takes him down with an arm drag to cheers from the crowd. He quickly follows up with a shoulder lock. The ref again asks Dorian if he wants to give up. But Dorian refuses to quit. }
Terri Morasco: Zane's got his sights set on showing there’s a reason he’s ten times better than everyone else.
Vasco Dias: Oh yeah? Well say that once he’s actually held big boy’s shoulders to the mat for three seconds.
{After making his way back up to his feet, Dorian moves Zane into the ropes. He then shoves Zane off of him and into the opposite set of ropes. When Zane comes back, Dorian throws out a clothesline. But Zane catches him instead with a running knee strike that stands Dorian back up only to be taken back down with a huge jumping leg lariat. Jimmy quickly drops down for a pin …
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As both men get up, Zane is the first to strike, nailing Dorian with a vicious knee to the midsection. While Dorian is doubled over, Zane delivers several knee strikes to the face. Zane then throws him down with a snapmare before running into the ropes. When Zane comes back, he connects with a front dropkick to the face to cheers from the crowd. He makes the cover.
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Terri Morasco: Zane is using those hard strikes to control this match.
Vasco Dias: I still think that Tons o’ Fun is just playing possum.
{Zane picks up Dorian and moves him into the corner. He connects with a series of shoot kicks to the chest. The thud from each kick reverberates throughout the building. He the takes Dorian and goes for an Irish whip, but Dorian reverses, sending Zane into the opposite corner. Dorian runs across the ring. But stops just in time as Zane throws out his leg. Dorian grabs hold of Zane’s outstretched leg, dragging him hopping towards the center of the ring where he spins him around, grabbing him quickly around the throat, lifting and just throwing him across the ring with a biel throw where he lands in the far corner. }
Terri Morasco: Did you see that? I think momentum just shifted here Vasco!
Vasco Dias: Dude has retarded freakshow strength!
{Dorian doesn’t go for the quick cover, instead measuring Zane up and, once standing, rushing in with a body avalanche before dragging a slightly squished Zane out and making the cover …
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Terri Morasco: Dorian with a cover after some smart offense, but it only gets two.
{Dorian picks up Zane and delivers a drop suplex to cheers from the crowd. He then picks Zane back up, delivering yet another drop suplex, only to bring him back to his feet for a third time, instead choosing to bring him back down quick savate kick to the back of Zane’s head. Zane doubles over in pain on the mat. }
Vasco Dias: You see that? Zane is going to wish he’d eaten a few more Big Mac’s before getting into the ring with Dorian.
Terri Morasco: What’s with you and the weight issues?
Vasco Dias: Fat people aren’t as jolly as they appear … and they smell.
{Dorian makes the quick cover …
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Dorian picks up Zane and whips him into the ropes. When Zane comes back, Dorian drops him to his knees with a haymaker to the midsection. Dorian brings him back up to his feet, hoists him up and catches him with a belly to belly suplex. Dorian picks up Zane and whips him into the ropes. When Zane comes back, Dorian goes for a lariat. But Zane ducks and runs into the ropes. When Zane comes back, he goes for a cross body block, but Dorian catches him in mid air, tosses him up and over his shoulder in preparation for a Detox!}
Terri Morasco: Here we go!
Vasco Dias: He might snap Zane in half if he’s not careful.
{Zane, in a fit of desperation, wiggles himself out of the hold, but quickly grabs hold of Dorian’s free arm and spins him around, burying a boot deep into the big man’s belly and nailing him with Warped before he can blink. }
Terri Morasco: WARPED! Vasco, Zane might just have turned the tides back in his favor!
{Jimmy rolls back to his feet and makes for the nearest corner, quickly scaling the turnbuckles until he stands on the top rope, pointing down at the prone Hawkhurst before leaping out and looking to seal the deal with Shattered Dreams! In a moment of clarity, Dorian rolls towards the corner as Zane comes crashing down flat where Dorian had just been. Both men are slow back to their feet, but Dorian is up first and clasps his hands together, aiming and swinging for the fences with Getting Hammered. Jimmy tries to duck and manages to deflect the brunt of the blow to his right shoulder and upper back, but the power still knocks him off balance and Dorian swoops in quicker than a man of his size should. Before Zimmy can say voodoo, Hawkhurst has him up in the air, spinning for a moment before bringing him crashing down once more.}
Terri Morasco: Falling Off the Wagon! There it is Vasco!
{Dorian crawls toward Zane, hooking both legs as the referee slides into position.
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Allison Vance: Here is your winner, DORRRRRRRIAN HAWKHUUUUUUUUURST!
{The referee raises Dorian’s arm in victory to cheers from the crowd. }
Terri Morasco: Dorian manages to get the win, defeating Jimmy Zane in a hard fought contest.
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IWF SHIELDMAIDEN
Diamond Dragon's Den Match
Helena Sawyer vs Eternity (c){The thudding bass riff of "From the Pinnacle to the Pit" sounds, deep red lights flashing as Helena Sawyer saunters from the back, a lopsided grin on her face. She idly checks her wrists, running her thumbs over the studs in her gloves and the set of forearm guards she’s added to her attire as she walks into the Den and to the ring ropes.}Terri Morasco: This is a one-on-one encounter that we’ve been waiting for since Helena Sawyer made her debut at Extreme Endurance last year, and on top of that anticipation tonight’s going to make history.
Vasco Dias: This is going to be a bloodbath. That facepaint isn’t going to be there for very long, I can guarantee that.
{Helena eyes the ropes for a long moment before spinning around to a kneeling position, bouncing lightly against the middle rope. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically as her eyes play over the weapons hanging from the Den, and jumps to her feet, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal.} Terri Morasco: Notice those forearm guards. Helena’s armored up going into the Dragon’s Den. Could it be to protect against the Dying Wish? We’ll see if it helps her.
Vasco Dias: From challenger to champion…from bad to worse.
{The lights go out completely, before the opening guitar riff causes blue strobe lights to pulse in time with it. A few moments pass before the lyrics to "No Color" by Otep begin, the blue strobe lights provide just enough illumination for us to see the purple coloured smoke slowly gathering to cloud the entranceway.
Eternity emerges from within the cloud of colourful smoke. There is a mixed reaction from the adults, but the children seem to fear the shadowy woman who is wearing a black hat and a veil with her head bowed as she seems to lightly bounce halfway down the ramp.}Terri Morasco: The IWF Shieldmaiden, arguably the most feared woman to ever step foot in an IWF ring, making her way down to the ring. Listen to this crowd, they’re deathly silent.
Vasco Dias: They fear her, and they’re smart to. She’s a psychopath, pure and simple. Nobody in this arena is safe with Eternity walking around.
{She stops in the middle of the ramp and takes a bow, taking her veiled black hat off and posing with it in her outstretched arms. She continues her journey down the ramp, skipping and carrying her hat in her right hand. She slides under the bottom rope into the ring and when she reaches the centre, she transitions into a skip, over to the turnbuckle where she hangs her hat on a ringpost, patting it.
She then skips to the middle of the ring and falls to her knees, keeping her head bowed for a moment and her eyes closed. she tilts her head back and slowly opens her eyes to the heavens. This gesture now triggers the lights to slowly be raised back up to normal levels as her music starts also to fade away. Helena stares at Eternity, a hungry look in her eyes, and Eternity stands back up, the bell ringing as Alison Valance steps forward.}Alison Valance: The following contest is a Dragon’s Den match, and it is to determine the IWF Shieldmaiden!
{The crowd roars furiously for this announcement, and Helena cracks a grin. Eternity remains utterly impassive as Alison continues to speak.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, the challenger! From Amityville, New York, weighing in at 151 pounds, she is the Daughter of Misery…HELENA SAWYER!
{Helena throws her head back as she’s announced, letting loose with another primal scream that the audience meets with a mixed reaction. She looks back down, eyes fixed intently on Eternity as Alison shifts slightly.}Alison Valance: And her opponent…from the Other Side, weighing in at 137 pounds, she is the reigning and defending IWF Shieldmaiden, Sister Sorrow…ETERNITY!
{A similar mixed reaction for Eternity, perhaps slightly more boos than cheers. Alison gets out of the ring, walking to the timekeeper’s area, and the door is closed behind her. The two women stalk around each other, the audience’s cheers growing to a fever pitch as the chain is locked and the structure is sealed, trapping the two women in with each other. Helena bounces against the ropes like a barely chained animal, ready to be unleashed, and Eternity meets her gaze with an icy determination.}Terri Morasco: History is about to be made here tonight! Two women! Miles of steel! The Shieldmaiden on the line! HERE WE GO!
{The bell rings, and Helena scoops up a kendo stick, immediately swinging for the fences after Eternity. Eternity ducks under the strike, bouncing off the ropes and instantly connecting with her Fallen Angel flying clothesline to Helena! Eternity rolls over, grabbing Helena’s outstretched arm, and tries to twist it into an armbar. Helena rolls through, though, and holds onto Eternity’s own arm, bringing her in for a thunderous short-arm clothesline! Helena straddles Eternity, delivering hammering closed-fist strikes to Eternity’s face. Eternity blocks one of the wild fists and grabs Helena’s head with both hands, bringing her in for a rattling headbutt! Helena is dazed enough for Eternity to push off, both women scrambling to their feet quickly.}Terri Morasco: Not a moment’s time wasted by either woman! They don’t want to squander this opportunity here!
Vasco Dias: The opportunity to be Shieldmaiden and the pride of lunatics. There’s not much that can get in the way of those things, Terri.
{Helena and Eternity rush each other, trading hammering shots back and forth. Helena’s brawling nature gives her a slight advantage, though, and she creates a bit of separation, Irish whipping Eternity to the ropes and following her in to deliver a brutal jumping kneelift as she rebounds off of the ropes! Eternity drops to a knee, and Helena hits the ropes again, coming off with a Yakuza kick to the side of the Shieldmaiden’s head! Helena covers early!
ONE!
And Eternity kicks out forcefully, laughing as she rolls onto her stomach.}Vasco Dias: It takes a special kind of screwed-up to laugh after getting kicked in the head.
Terri Morasco: Eternity held the Diamonds Championship for 210 days last year, and you don’t get to do that without being a resilient competitor.
{Helena hauls Eternity to her feet, but Eternity grabs her head again and drops to her knees, delivering a jawbreaker that staggers Sawyer. Eternity delivers a snapping throat thrust to Helena, grabbing her by the left wrist and hauling her arm around before snapping it over her shoulder. Eternity holds on, spinning the armbar into a hammerlock and snapping up Helena for a hammerlock scoop slam! She pauses, rolling to the outside as Helena clutches at her elbow, and grabs a steel chair from the wall. Eternity measures Helena as she starts to rise, slamming the chair down into her shoulder! Helena drops back to the mat, clutching her arm, and Eternity laughs, delivering another brutal chairshot to the already-weakened arm!}Terri Morasco: Eternity’s gameplan is clear from the outset: cripple Helena Sawyer’s arm. If she can do that, she can set up that dreaded Dying Wish submission hold!
Vasco Dias: Helena’s already felt it once before, and you know she’s going to want to avoid it at all costs!
{Eternity grabs the weakened arm of Helena, dropping the steel chair on the mat, and hammerlocks it again, looking for the Devil Lock DDT on the chair! Helena immediately sees her doom approaching, and fires a knee up into the taller woman’s ribs, staggering her! She delivers a second, a third, a fourth, and with each impact Eternity yanks on the injured arm as she staggers. Helena finally breaks free with a fifth knee, backing up and shaking her left arm out, and spins for a spinning backfist! The move cracks Eternity high on the temple, and Helena grabs her with both hands, hurling Eternity to the outside! Helena shakes her arm out, breathing heavily as she rolls out of the ring.}Terri Morasco: If Eternity had hit that DDT, we might have seen a new shade of facepaint for Helena Sawyer.
Vasco Dias: I’m astounded neither woman is bleeding yet, honestly.
{As if hearing Vasco’s words, Helena grabs Eternity off of the floor, pointing to the Den wall, and runs her towards it! Eternity gets her boot up to plant and stop her momentum at the last moment, though, and throws a sharp punch into Helena’s bad shoulder. Eternity grabs Helena now, flinging her face-first into the cell wall! Helena hits with a rattling clash of flesh and metal, impacting against the barbed wire entangled in the walls, and staggers back into Eternity’s arms! Eternity scoops her up onto her shoulders, as if looking for her Burial Ground powerslam, but instead charges and delivers a Snake Eyes into the cell wall! Helena crashes to the grated floor, clutching her forehead, and a rivulet of blood can clearly be seen rolling down from her forehead! Eternity lets out another psychotic laugh, standing over the fallen and bloodied form of Sawyer as the crowd boos her loudly.}Terri Morasco: I think she heard you, Vasco, and Helena’s paying the price for your advice.
Vasco Dias: This is the Dragon’s Den, Terri, it’s not a grappling contest. There was going to be blood, and there’s going to likely be more before we’re finished.
{Eternity reaches down to pull Helena up, but Helena yanks Eternity over and back, sending her face-first into the wall as well! Helena struggles to her feet as Eternity rolls onto her back, blood trickling from her forehead as well. Helena walks to the cell wall, roughly ripping a length of barbed wire off of the wall, and turns around just in time to see Eternity standing up, her head snapping over to look at Helena. Helena staggers back a step, and that show of hesitance is all Eternity needs to grin wickedly and break out into a peal of laughter. Helena shakes her head, rolling back into the ring, and gestures towards Eternity as she stands up, wrapping the wire around her right arm. Eternity follows her inside, movements deliberate and stalking, and stands up next to the ropes. Helena charges in as she stands up, looking for a huge wire-assisted lariat, but Eternity dips her shoulder, smoothly catching Helena across her shoulders and popping her down into her knee with the ETERNAL REST! Eternity goes for the cover, grinding her forearm into Helena’s face!
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THR—KICKOUT! Eternity rocks back onto her knees, slapping Helena in the face and screaming “THEY ALL KNOW THE TRUTH!”}Terri Morasco: What the hell is Eternity screaming about?
Vasco Dias: Who cares? I think that knee just broke Helena Sawyer’s nose!
{Eternity rolls to her side and out of the ring, looking among the weapons on the side of the Den. She pauses beneath a familiar barbed-wire bat, and grins wickedly. She spins the bat around in her hand, grinning, and steps back between the ropes, measuring Helena before burying the bat between her shoulderblades! Helena arches her back in pain, staggering to her feet as Eternity rips the bat free, and the psychotic Shieldmaiden nails her in the gut with the bat. Eternity ducks back out of the ring as Helena crumples to her knees, heading to a corner and pulling down a burlap sack. She roots around in the bag, pulling out two items: a lighter and a blank bottle. Eternity pours the contents of the bottle over the bat, flicking the lighter, and steps between the ropes. Helena straightens up just in time to see Eternity light the bat aflame, and she stumbles back a step before regaining her composure and cackling, beckoning Eternity forward!}Terri Morasco: Eternity has that barbed-wire baseball bat that’s become a trademark of the Den’s innovator, Spike Kane, and now it’s on fire! Helena Sawyer’s got to be having second thoughts right now.
Vasco Dias: Second, third, eighth, she can’t think enough about this!
{Eternity inhales deeply as the two pace around each other, and takes a swig from the bottle before spitting it in a tight stream through the flames, lighting her breath ablaze! Helena throws her wrapped arm up to shield her face, and the flames lick around the guard, catching and igniting her forearm! Helena takes a step back, facepaint somewhat scorched from the flames, but amazingly doesn’t seem to be frightened. Eternity laughs, waving her on, and goes for a home-run swing with the bat. Helena gets her free arm up to block, the tines of the wire embedding themselves in the guard, and she delivers a quick boot to Eternity’s gut, loosening her grip. Helena reaches over, ripping the bat free, and tosses it over the ropes. She glances back at the ropes, bounding off them and coming screaming off with a huge lariat! Helena’s arm is extinguished by the speed and impact, and she hooks the leg with her wired arm!
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THR—KICKOUT! The material of Eternity’s boots shreds with the kickout, and Helena stands slowly, unwinding the barbed wire and tossing it to her side.}Terri Morasco: Holy God! That lariat almost turned Eternity’s face into hamburger, and she kicked out!
Vasco Dias: That was NASTY stuff! My stomach is turning just watching this!
{Helena shakes out her arm, shuddering as she lets out an involuntary howl of pain, but Eternity seems to have been knocked flat longer. Helena drops a short knee drop onto Eternity’s face, straddling her, and delivers a few 12-6 elbows to the open wound on her forehead with the wire before changing tack and grinding her knuckles into the gushing wounds! The referee kneels down and asks if Eternity wants to submit, but Eternity just laughs, a gurgling, racking laugh, before spitting a glob of blood into Helena’s eyes! Helena clutches at her face, and Eternity gets back to her knees, laughing to herself more clearly now.}Terri Morasco: It looks like Eternity got a bloody mouth from that clothesline with the steel chain, but she used it to her advantage to blind Helena!
Vasco Dias: That’s the sick innovation we’ve come to expect from Eternity.
{Eternity steps through the ropes, walking over and eyeing up a table with a grin. She climbs up the cell slightly, reaching up and pulling the table down, and tosses it into the ring as it falls, bouncing off the top rope and landing right next to Helena’s head. Helena pulls herself over to the corner in a daze, slowly unwinding the wire from her arm and tossing it aside, chest rising and falling in labored breaths, and she pushes a knee underneath herself. Eternity climbs back into the ring, grabbing the table, and unfolds the legs, locking them. She walks over to the corner, hauling Helena up by the hair, and delivers a cracking slap across the jaw, but when she goes to Irish whip her towards the table Helena puts on the brakes and yanks Eternity back in with the CHIRO-MALPRACTICE! Helena drops to a knee, letting Eternity fall, and staggers back into the corner again.}Terri Morasco: What a counter, exactly when Helena needed it! This could be the only opening Helena gets!
Vasco Dias: Oh God, our lawyers are going to lose their lunches over this match, but I LOVE IT!
{The facepaint has been beaten and cracked off of almost all of her face, leaving nothing but the proverbial crimson mask to obscure her, but even that can’t hide the vicious snarl on Helena’s face. As Eternity struggles to a knee, Helena lets out a piercing howl, half born of rage and half born of pain, and explodes out of the corner, leaping to connect with the LITHIUM KISS! Eternity slams into the mat first, and Helena frantically hooks both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT! Helena pounds the mat in anger, clearly distraught that the devastating knee wasn’t enough to finish her opponent.}Terri Morasco: That Lithium Kiss almost shattered Kate Steele’s jaw the first time we saw it, and here Eternity is after this war kicking out!
Vasco Dias: Eternity runs on pure, concentrated will. It’s going to take a nuclear bomb to drop her for the three.
{Helena hauls Eternity up, both women on unsteady legs, and clamps her in a cravat, delivering several brutal knee strikes to Eternity’s face! She keeps the hold on, dragging her over to the corner, and rips the turnbuckle pad off with one hand. She throws Eternity into the buckles, letting her impact heavily against the exposed steel. She delivers several sharp downward elbows into the neck of Eternity before taking a few steps back, running in and crushing her with a body avalanche! As Eternity staggers out of the corner, Helena hooks her into a full nelson, yanking her up and sending her crashing back head-first into the turnbuckle with the JUMP SCARE! Eternity drops to the mat, and Helena slowly staggers towards her to cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT! Helena jumps back slightly, eyes wide in a horrified daze. She looks to Eternity’s crumpled form in horror, and as she watches her form, Eternity sits bolt upright! Helena breathes heavily, staring at Eternity, whose eyes are locked ahead. Slowly, inexorably, Eternity’s gaze turns to meet Helena’s, lips splitting in a vicious smile.}Terri Morasco: Oh…my…god…
Vasco Dias: She’s not human. She’s just not human.
{Helena grabs Eternity as she staggers forward, dragging her towards the table, and hooks her up for the DARK MOTHER’S BLESSING! Helena holds the moment for a long second, grinning at the crowd, and leans in to kiss her bloody forehead. As she spins out, though, Eternity catches herself, yanking Helena in and going for the DYING WISH!}Terri Morasco: Eternity’s looking for the Dying Wish! If she locks this in on that bad arm, it’s going to be all over!
Vasco Dias: We’re going to cap the first Diamonds’ Den with another broken arm!
{Helena writhes, trying to keep Eternity from completing the hold. Her eyes are wide and wild, animalistic and furious, and between her struggles and the armguards she manages to swing a wild elbow to the crook of Eternity’s arm, loosening her grip enough for her to break free. Helena tries to pull away, but Eternity yanks her back in by her good arm and twists her into a pumphandle before delivering the Y-INCISION! Not letting go, Eternity brings her up again, snapping Helena up to deliver the DEATH KNELL THROUGH THE TABLE! Helena collapses in a twitching wreck, and Eternity drops into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Eternity doesn’t stir in the wreckage as “No Color” plays, the crowd rising to its feet and applauding the display they’ve just witnessed!}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and still IWF Shieldmaiden, ETERNITY!
Terri Morasco: That was an absolute WAR. These women went in with the expectations of the world on their shoulders, and I think it’s safe to say they just blew them away.
Vasco Dias: This is going to go down in history, for all the right and all the wrong reasons. End of it all, though, Eternity’s become who she is for a reason, and she gets to walk away from the Dragon’s Den with her prize intact.
{The door is unlocked, and Eternity manages to get to her feet, taking the Shieldmaiden belt as the ref passes it to her. Eternity looks down at Helena, smiling a bloody-toothed grin as the door swings open, and turns away, walking from the ring. She scoops up the bat with her free hand as she leaves, casually dragging it along the ramp. Helena still hasn’t moved, though, and the EMTs come rushing down to the ring, deploying a stretcher and carefully moving her onto the board. Helena gets stretchered out, the crowd cheering and a chant building of “HE-LE-NA! HE-LE-NA!” as the unconscious Diamond is rolled up the ramp and to the back.}Terri Morasco: Jesus almighty, I hope she’s okay…folks, we’ll be right back.
IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPIONSHIPFiona McFly vs Paige Garcia (c) w/ Sara GarciaAlison Valance: The following is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF...DIAMONDS CHAMPIONSHIP!
{The crowd pops.}Alison Valance: And is a thirty minute ULTIMATE SUBMISSION MATCH!
{The crowd continues to pop as “Over You” by Girlicious plays throughout the arena. Seventeen seconds into the song, Paige and Sara come out to a negative reaction as they holds their hand in the air above their heads, their index fingers pointed down at themselves as they do a quick spin around before walking down to the ring, talking themselves up to all of those in attendance and everyone watching at home.
The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}Terri Morasco: Paige Garcia has a very good 2016, and looks to reclaim that glory here to start off 2017.
Vasco Dias: Damn right she did. She became the longest reigning Shieldmaiden of all time, and she beat Jessica Reed at Diamonds Are Forever to become the Diamonds Championship!
{Before anything else can happen, Paige grabs hold of a microphone.}Paige Garcia: ALL HAIL THE TRUE QUEEN OF DIAMONDS!
{The crowd boos, but both Garcias simply smile and shake their heads.}Paige Garcia: The best of leaders weren’t always liked, but like me...THEY GOT THE JOB DONE!
{The boos continue…}Paige Garcia: And yet, here you go...cheering on perennial losers like Fiona Mc…
{The microphone is cut off as the lights go out, and we see a combination of eerie green lighting and fog fill the entire arena. Suddenly, a dancer, clad in green, walks onto the stage and performs a tap dance routine to an original Celtic piece, stopping to look at herself in front of a giant mirror--which projects an image of a very young Fiona McFly, aged seven, standing in front of a proud Royal Navy sailor as the first excerpt from the final tweet given by famed actor Leonard Nimoy is shown on the big screen above.}"A life is like a garden..."{As the music increases in intensity, a second dancer, sporting a silver uniform, performs a slightly longer version of the same tap dance routine until stopping to look at the mirror--which then projects Fiona as a preteen, posing with her first go-kart racing trophy she'd won in the summer of 1994 at the age of 12. The second excerpt from the "Star Trek" legend's tweet is shown as the photo in the mirror fades into nothingness...}"Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved..."{A third dancer, wearing a gold uniform, walks onto the stage to join the other two in a frenzied "Lord of the Dance"-style routine as the music reaches its crescendo. At this point, all three dancers stop to look at the mirror once again--this time, it projects an image of Fiona sporting blonde hair, wearing her old University of Wisconsin, followed by a photo of her beating up on Ana Valentine, her first IWF opponent, as the final except for Nimoy's tweet is displayed.}"...except in memory."{As the dancers begin their final tap dance, the four different photographs, all black-and-white, fade in and out as the tune reaches its climax before coming to a stop. The trip walks over to the end of the stage to grab a giant mallet; as a group, they carry the object over and, with all their combined strength, aim it directly at the glass, which shatters into pieces. At this moment, the Dropkick Murphys' "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" begins to play as Fiona McFly, with a gold-hued whip in hand, leaps through the busted mirror, prompting pyrotechnics to go off as a shower of confetti rains down from the ceiling. With the dancers tapping to her entrance theme, Fiona smiles lovingly before joining the dancers for a routine of her own before walking down to the ring, hugging fans along the way as the lights come back on. Before stepping into the ring, Fiona gives the whip to a lucky soul as a souvenir.}Terri Morasco: Fiona has seemingly gotten in the head of the Garcias.
Vasco Dias: How so? By ruining their dresses? I think the Garcias are in the head of Fiona after Sara made her tap out a couple of weeks ago.
Terri Morasco: I know we’re in for one hell of a...LOOK OUT!
{With Fiona’s back turned, Paige blasts her with a clubbing blow from behind. She grabs Fiona by the hair and the waistline and hurls her into the barricade.}Paige Garcia: HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT ME!
{Paige stomps at Fiona before walking away and rolling into the ring, posing for the crowd who boo her as the referee checks on Fiona.}Terri Morasco: Fiona was giving that fan a souvenir and Paige with a cheap shot!
Vasco Dias: Fiona shouldn’t have cut off the queen’s mic...she brought this on herself.
{Fiona rolls into the ring, clutching at the ropes as she glares across the ring. The referee asks if she can compete and Fiona nods.}Alison Valance: In this corner...the challenger...now residing in Arlington, Texas, weighing in at 147 pounds...FIONA...MCFLY!
{Fiona is now on her feet, holding her back as she winces in pain.}Alison Valance: And in this corner...from San Diego, California, weighing in at 126 pounds...she is the reigning IWF Diamonds Champion...PAIGE...GARCIIIIIIA!
{Paige twirls in her corner before high-fiving her sister who drops down to ringside as the bell rings. Fiona and Paige circle the ring and tie up with Fiona going behind Paige and taking her over and to the mat with a Waistlock Takedown. She then floats over and grabs hold of Paige by the head in a front facelock. Paige though is able to get to her feet and push Fiona back into the ropes before sending her across the ring. Fiona returns and Paige goes for a huge Clothesline but Fiona stops, turns on a dime and kicks Paige in the side of the head, knocking the champion to the mat and rolling out of the ring.}Terri Morasco: Perhaps Fiona has gotten the better of the champion here.
Vasco Dias: She just has to weather the storm.
{Paige stumbles away but Fiona follows her to the outside. She grabs Paige by the head to roll her in the ring, but Paige grabs her by the hair and pulls her shoulder first into the post on the outside as the timer on the screen finally appears (technical difficulties perhaps) and it’s at a little under 27 minutes.}Vasco Dias: See? Now there’s a target.
Terri Morasco: Indeed there is...and Fiona better protect it.
{Paige grabs hold of Fiona and rolls her back into the ring, following and stomping away at the injured shoulder. She grabs hold of the arm and twists it before pulling Fiona in and hitting her with a Single Arm DDT. Fiona writhes in pain as Paige plays to the crowd who boo.}Vasco Dias: Like a shark in water...RIP THAT ARM OFF!
Terri Morasco: You sir should be impartial…
Vasco Dias: And if this was Fiona...I MIGHT say the same thing. Probably not...but it’s possible.
{Paige grabs hold of Fiona at the 24 minute mark and locks her up, flipping her up and over for a Suplex. She spins her hips and hits a second. She spins her hips a third time and goes for a third, but Fiona is able to block it. She rolls Paige up and pops out of it, grabbing hold of Paige’s legs looking to lock in a Cloverleaf, but Paige wriggles around and kicks away toward the ropes before pulling herself out of the ring with the use of the bottom rope, escaping harm’s way.}Vasco Dias: I will say that I don’t think I saw that coming.
Terri Morasco: I don’t think Paige did either.
{Sara comes over and the two convene for a moment, but that’s all they get as Fiona come flying through the ropes, taking out BOTH Garcias!}Vasco Dias: What the hell did Sara do to deserve that!?
Terri Morasco: She has no reason to be out here anyway.
Vasco Dias: Moral support Terri...moral support.
{Fiona screams to the crowd who applaud her. She grabs hold of Paige and rolls her into the ring. She sneaks up behind Paige who is stumbling to her feet and locks her into the “Shamlock” her modified version of a Kimura! Paige screams in pain as she reaches out for the bottom rope, and even with her sister pushing it, still can’t reach it. Thinking better of the situation...Paige taps out!}Vasco Dias: WHAT!?
Terri Morasco: Fiona just made the champion tap out at the 20 minute mark!
{Sara is beside herself on the outside of the ring as Paige grasps at her arm. Fiona is backed into the corner as Paige struggles to get to a knee, nodding to the referee. The bell rings again and Fiona literally runs in, but Paige sidesteps and again sends Fiona into the post, shoulder-first.}Terri Morasco: Again on that bad shoulder…
Vasco Dias: Yeah, but now she’s down by a fall and has to make it up.
{Paige pulls Fiona out of the corner and right into a German Suplex! Paige gets up and grabs hold of Fiona’s legs in the center of the ring, locking her up and turning her around and grabbing hold of her injured arm, pulling back with a modified Scorpion Crosslock she calls “Bow to the Queen”!}Vasco Dias: That’s right Fiona...BOW TO THE QUEEN!
Terri Morasco: This is the same move that Sara beat Fiona with a couple of weeks ago!
{Fiona struggles but then Paige lets go of one of her arms and just PULLS on the injured arm...wrenching back on the injured arm and shoulder. Fiona yells out in pain and taps out with her free arm.}Terri Morasco: We’re all even folks.
Vasco Dias: 15 mins left and we’re all even!
{Paige doesn’t want to let go, but the referee forces her to do so. Paige poses for the crowd with her good arm who boo, and Fiona crawls toward the corner holding her injured shoulder. The referee kneels down and checks on her and though wincing in pain, she nods as she pulls herself to her feet, and the referee rings the bell!}Terri Morasco: Here we go...the falls are even at one, and now these two go at it again with exactly 14 mins and 43 seconds left.
{The two women circle, Paige shaking her arm that was in the Shamlock, Fiona grasping at her shoulder that was nearly ripped out of it’s socket. Paige walks in but Fiona tattoos her in the face with a Forearm Smash with the good arm resulting in cheers from the crowd. Paige strikes back and boos rain down.
FIONA! PAIGE! FIONA! PAIGE! FIONA! FIONA! FIONA!
Fiona gets the upper hand and goes to send Paige into the ropes, but Paige reverses, and as soon as Paige comes back from the ropes, Paige lifts her up and twists her through the air, dropping her across the back with a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Paige pulls Fiona up and rotates her through the air again for a SECOND Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker!
Paige taunts those who despise her.}Terri Morasco: Too huge backbreakers by Paige have got to weaken that back.
Vasco Dias: She knows EXACTLY what she’s doing…
{Paige lifts Fiona up with the ten minute mark being passed up, but Fiona breaks her grasp and grabs her by the head looking for part 1 of the “Chelsea Clutch” but Paige pushes her off into the corner. Fiona hits chest first and stumbles back into Paige who locks her around the waist again, but this time Fiona hits some elbows to the side of Paige’s head. Paige stumbles and Fiona drives her good shoulder into the gut of Paige, back into the corner! She splits Paige’s legs on the ropes and steps back before charging forward and kicking Paige between the legs!}Terri Morasco: What a kick!
Vasco Dias: Can’t even say what it’s called because Fiona is a horrible role model.
{Paige slumps into a seated position as Fiona turns and runs toward her, hitting her with a low running Dropkick!}Terri Morasco: Looks like Fiona is building some momentum here!
Vasco Dias: Doesn’t matter how you get to the end...as long as you get there...in front.
{Fiona pulls Paige out of the corner and again grabs Paige by the head, looking for the Chelsea Clutch, but gets pushed off into the ropes and as she returns, Paige lifts her up and plants her hard with a SPINEBUSTER at the 4:30 mark, and both women are on their back!}Terri Morasco: I think the first woman to get to her feet is going to win this thing.
Vasco Dias: You might be right…
{The prophecy doesn’t come true though as BOTH women get to their feet and swing at each other, connecting with right hands that cause them both to stumble into the ropes, and apparently they have the same idea, Clotheslining one another, and we’re right back where we started.}Terri Morasco: These two are giving it everything they’ve got!
{Again both pull themselves up and Fiona hits the first shot on the champion. Paige responds with a shot of her own. Fiona again, and then Paige, much like earlier. Fiona goes for a huge Haymaker, but Paige ducks and lifts Fiona into the air with a URINAGE! She then contorts the arm and locks in the “Left Alone” Anaconda Vice on the same injured shoulder from earlier!}Vasco Dias: Anaconda Vice!
Terri Morasco: She doesn’t use this move often, but she has it locked in on Fiona in the center of the ring on that shoulder she’s been working on all match!
Vasco Dias: Only two minutes left!
{Fiona tries to fight it, Paige pulls back and screams at the top of her lungs! Tears are starting down Fiona’s face as she tries to knee Paige in the back of the head a couple of times, one slightly connecting, but the Paige tucks her chin, getting out of Fiona’s reach. Fiona then tries to kick toward the ropes, but they’re just too far away! Paige pulls back again with a minute and forty five seconds left on the clock and Fiona lets out a final scream before tapping out to the hold!}Vasco Dias: YES! Paige takes the lead!
Terri Morasco: She does, and it’s with a minute and a half left. I don’t know how Fiona’s shoulder could be in any condition to continue!
{The referee checks on Fiona for a moment as she clutches at her shoulder. Paige is yelling over his shoulder to end the match.}Vasco Dias: Now Paige just needs to stay away from Fiona for another minute and change.
{Fiona barely pulls herself up and nods at the referee who goes to signal for the bell and as the first ring is sounded, Paige skims by the referee hitting Fiona right in the shoulder with a “Keep Dreaming” Bicycle Kick! Fiona goes through the ropes and lands hard on that same shoulder on the floor. The referee admonishes Paige who simply shrugs her shoulders. He then jumps outside to check on Fiona as the clock continues to count past the minute mark into the final sixty seconds!}Terri Morasco: Fiona is in a lot of pain. She has to get in the ring and somehow lock in a submission to at least force this into overtime!
Vasco Dias: She’s not even on her feet out here!
{Fiona grasps at the ring skirt to pull herself up at the fifty second mark. She rolls into the ring at forty-five seconds as Paige pulls her to her feet. Fiona flings her arms upward and hits a CUTTER!}Terri Morasco: That’s the first part of the Chelsea Clutch!
Vasco Dias: Yeah, but does she have the energy to pull off the rest...we’re down to thirty seconds!
{Fiona is slow to crawl over and grabs hold of Paige’s arm as Paige fights her…
20 SECONDS!
Fiona wraps her legs around Paige’s body and LOCKS IN THE CHELSEA CLUTCH!
The referee is in position as Paige struggles with seventeen seconds left! Fiona locks the hold in tight, but Paige resists in the center of the ring, doing everything she can to relieve any pressure as the clock hits 10!
9!
8!
Paige begins to fade…
7!
6!
5!
4!
PAIGE’S ARM SHOOTS UP IN DEFIANCE! She starts struggling again…
3!
2!
1!
The bell rings.}Terri Morasco: I don’t know if Fiona got her!
Vasco Dias: She’s acting like she did…
{Fiona raises her hand but the referee pulls it right down and waves his arms.}Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, Paige Garcia did NOT submit to the hold as time expired. Therefore...the winner of this match...and STILL IWF DIAMONDS CHAMPION...PAIGE...GARCIA!
{Fiona can’t believe it as she thought things were going to sudden death. She goes to the referee for an explanation as the Garcias roll out of the ring, Paige with the Diamonds Title firmly in her grasp, a smile on her face as they walk up the ramp and the scene fades.}