Monday Night Sacrifice: February 6, 2017

[Riley Gordon]

Monday Night Sacrifice
Monday, 6th February 2017
CenturyLink Center, Bossier City, Louisiana

DEADLINES:
ROLEPLAYS (1 RP LIMIT): 6AM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT APPROVAL: 6PM GMT Monday
ON AIR SEGMENT SUBMISSION: Until the show is posted.

- Handlers who are not booked are strongly advised to submit segments for the show to continue their character development. Those who want to be booked can request a match on the basis that one of the competitors will write it to prevent the staff becoming over-extended.

IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Four Corners Match
Four way match. Two competitors randomly start and two competitors wait in opposite corners of the ring. Any competitor can then tag in and out of this match and must be won by a single pinfall or submission.
Leon Black vs Will Peterson vs Dorian Hawkhurst vs Bob Pooler

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Buck Spencer vs Jimmy Zane vs Jayson Matthews

TAG TEAM MATCH
The Lost Boys vs Redneck Renegades

SINGLES MATCH
 Fiona McFly vs Kate Steele

SEGMENT
Steve Awesome Returns to Monday Night Sacrifice

SINGLES MATCH
 Winner receives Shieldmaiden opportunity next week in a match of her choice, to be announced on the Sacrifice Fallout.
 Crystal Millar vs Lizzy Dalmon

SEGMENT
The IWF Board Of Directors Address Spike Kane's Man Of Steel Championship Breach of Contract at Metamorphosis

SINGLES MATCH
Gabriela Luna vs Amber Richards 

THREE ON TWO HANDICAP TAG TEAM MATCH
By order of Roberto Verona, this contest will be a test worthy only of a real Champion.
Mike Laszlo, Alex Jones & The Ace vs Noah Field & Cable Arcane

[Riley Gordon]

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SEGMENT
”Gag order.”

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{ Sacrifice cuts to a podium backstage. The podium has the golden crown logo that has come to represent Noah Field. Surrounding the podium is a gathering of press, more than likely wrestling reporters and bloggers. They stand around in chattering anticipation. Then a short man, placed somewhere in his early to mid 40’s steps up to the podium. Something about his presence oozes with power and control. He's got medium length black hair with a short trimmed beard. His suit has insanely expensive written all over it. The man stands at the podium as a slow hush comes over the small group. }

Chris Michaeli: I'm Chris Michaeli, legal representation for my client, Noah Field. Unfortunately my client has opted out of this press conference but I have a prepared statement that is representative of my client.

{ The reporters grumble as Michaeli begins with his statement. }

Chris Michaeli: On January 29th of 2017 my client, Noah Field, competed at an IWF Pay Per View event entitled Metamorphosis. At this event he allegedly suffered his first loss to James Franklin Karn, which resulted in his losing of the Invictus Championship. At this same event my client competed in the main event for the Imperial Championship in a match in which Todd Williams lost to one Cable Arcane. What is not known is that my client fought the Invictus Championship match under protest, as he felt his sole focus should have been on the Imperial Championship match in order to provide his best performance. Due to the double booking against my client’s wishes, and a uniquely worded clause in his contract, I have had the match legally stricken from my client's record and have had a gag order placed on all IWF officials from making any reference to the match.

{ The crowd grows agitated as Michaeli continues. }

Chris Michaeli: In reference to the Invictus Championship, my client, Noah Field has opted to forego any match with the new Invictus Champion so as to focus on the Imperial Championship. From this point forward Noah will never again acknowledge the farce of a match against James Franklin Karn. Thank you for your time and consideration on this issue.

{ Michaeli steps away from the podium ignoring all questions thrown his way as the scene cuts away. }

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SEGMENT
”Sucks to be you.”

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{We open up to the opening theme and pyro for Monday Night Sacrifice}

Vasco Dias: Good evening and thank you for joining us here on Monday Night Sacrifice!

Terri Morasco: And what a show we have for you folks tonight! Fir...

{Before Terri can even finish, the iconic opening riff for Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers "Runnin' Down a Dream" comes blasting over the PA system and the fans go absolutely nuts.}

Terri Morasco: I guess starting us off is the NEW IWF INVICTUS CHAMPION JFK!

Vasco Dias: He got lucky against the Crown Prince Terri, LUCKY!

{JFK comes bursting out from behind the curtain wearing a two toned black, grey and gold plaid short sleeved shirt with some jeans and a pair of Vans. The shirt is a bit longer and baggier than what he normally wears. He makes his way down to the ring while slapping hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. He hits the ring taking the stairs wipes his feet and enters, going to the 2nd turnbuckle he throws his arms out in the crucifix pose as the fans shower him with cheers. His music dies down as he grabs a mic that has both the IWF logo and the KIWA log on it, before he can say his first word a Jay! Eff! Kay! chant breaks out. He smiles and leans on the top rope facing the hard cam.}

JFK: Bossier City! How we doin!?

{Cheap pop from the crowd as JFK takes a moment to circle the ring looking out to all sides of the arena.}

JFK: Tell me y'all saw Metamorphosis this past weekend

{Another loud cheer}

JFK: Man...what a night right? We saw Rob Diamond FIRED from the IWF

{Cheers}

JFK: The Nighthawk and my old pal Andrew Jacobsen put on a war with each other.

{Another round of cheers for both men.}

JFK: Spike Kane, Kate Steele and Paige Garcia all successfully defended their titles.

{Mixed reaction, mostly boo's for Spike Kane.}

JFK: Helena Sawyer and Eternity made history with their just absolutely brutal Dragon's Den match.

{Good, surprisingly positive reaction from the crowd.}

JFK: Cable Arcane successfully defended his title against not one, not two but three more than capable challengers.

{A round off boo's for our Imperial Champion.}

JFK: Oh...and I did what I said I was going to do...

{JFK rips open his plaid shirt revealing the Invictus Championship belt underneath. The crowd goes crazy.}

JFK: Last week I told you, I told everyone that would listen, that I was going to walk into MY home town of Miami Florida, and I was going to put the Final Nail into Noah Field's championship run. And I DID. JUST. THAT!

{He takes the belt off from around his waist and holds it up for everyone to see before laying it down to rest over his left shoulder.}

JFK: But now...now the real work starts. See winning championships, that's easy. Winning championships from the House, not so much. But like I told Noah, like I WARNED Noah, the House dont give a shit about him, and I was right. I didn't have to look over my shoulder once in our match and when he was forced to go one on one with THE ONE, he came up short.

Now he can go around and make up all the excuses he wants, fact of the matter is, I, JFK am YOUR new IWF Invictus Champion, and there aint a DAMN THING he can do about it!

{He adjusts the belt on his shoulder as the fans cheer, he gives an ever so slight grin.}

JFK: And AS your IWF Invictus Champion I will defend this title against ANY and ALL on comers. Any TIME, any PLACE.

{He looks dead into the hard camera, his hazel green eyes piercing it.}

JFK: If anyone in the back thinks they can TAKE this belt from me, they sure as shit can TRY. I'm an easy man to find all you have to do is ASK.

BUT...I won’t have to wait long to find out who my next challenger will be because tonight, man tonight we have a treat for you fans. We have a Four Corners match to determine the NEW number one contender to MY Invictus Title. In one corner we have the new comer who hasn’t said a fucking word since he's been here, Leon Black.

{A round of boo's}

JFK: In the next corner you have another new comer who's been making a name for himself "The Underdog" Will Peterson.

{Another round of boo's a few cheers here and there. JFK makes a face like "well ok"}

JFK: Dorian Hawkhurst

{Mixed reaction.}

JFK: To be fair, I enjoy watching Dorian work but hey, we all have our preferences right? And last but not least by any means you have the man who thinks he's the true Invictus Champion as he feels he never lost one of the titles that was merged into it...the one...the only. Bob Pooler.

{HUGE crowd reaction, JFK nods his head in agreement.}

JFK: Anyone of these men would be a worthy challenge to my Invictus title but only one can walk out tonight as the new number one conten...

{The tron starts to flicker and the video glitches out before going black, along with the microphone going dead a second before the Tron lights up with the somewhat comforting , somewhat Familiar "D:TV" Logo seen many a Devlin Promo , and then Devlin , we're not sure where mostly filling the screen with a smile}

Devlin: James, James James! Congratulations buddy! -Finally- the belt is in your hands, Invictus Champion, congratulations..

{Devlin Pauses for effect.}

Devlin: I have here somewhere located just where it is Destiny will take me next.

{The Tron very suddenly fills with the word "Invictus" and devlin wriggles his brows.}

"That's right, somebody must like me because this...."

{Devlin slides to one side to show the CWI Trophy.}

"Means I'm next in line....For -that-."

{Devlin points and you get the feeling it's the Belt JFK currently holds.}

"Destiny awaits your answer...I'm watching! We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming!"

{The tron very quickly cuts back to normal, JFK just has a devilish grin on his face, he taps the mic to see if its back on.}

JFK: Like I was saying, any of these men would be a worthy contender, as would the winner of IWF's first ever CWI tournament Devlin Raine.

Devlin, you want your shot at MY title? Son, anytime, anyplace. Name it and I'll be there, but be careful what you wish for boys, because when you get into this ring with ME in a match where I can do whatever it takes to defend this title, well, at the end of the day it's going to

{He holds the mic up for the crowd who all yell "SUCK TO BE YOU!"}

JFK: You're damn right.

{He drops the mic with a thud and holds the title up once more to a round of cheers. We cut to commercial break before the start of the first match.}

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IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Four Corners Match
Four way match. Two competitors randomly start and two competitors wait in opposite corners of the ring. Any competitor can then tag in and out of this match and must be won by a single pinfall or submission.
Leon Black vs Will Peterson vs Dorian Hawkhurst vs Bob Pooler

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{ The lights in the arena suddenly turn out, plunging the fans into darkness. Little by little, small beacons of light begins to pop up as the fans raise their lit cellphone aloft as the #WWIDN appears on the Jumbotron in bright red and the opening drumbeat of “Red Fraction” begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the song begins to pick up. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he points to the nosebleed sections with his right before making his way to the edge of the ramp. }

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

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

{ 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. }

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

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

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

{ "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. }

Terri Morasco: We’ve got a big match coming up for you next, a four corners match for the number one contendership to the IWF Invictus Championship.

Vasco Dias: I can honestly say I’m not really a fan of anyone in this match.

Terri Morasco: Is that all you have to add?

Vasco Dias: Pretty much.

Terri Morasco: Well all four of these men are looking to cement themselves firmly in the annuls of IWF. Some great wrestlers have held the Invictus Championship from Rob Diamond and Warren Kane to Jayson Matthews. While most of the men in this match are new to IWF there is a dark horse, a man who is boarder line legendary outside of an IWF ring but in it? In it he has yet to really make his mark.

Vasco Dias: Bob Pooler is the sort of man losers root for because he’s a loser. He’s honestly the one man I can promise you isn’t going to win this match. If I had to pick a winner it would be Dorian Hawkhurst who has absolutely ripped apart the competition since arriving in IWF.

Terri Morasco: Dorian has turned heads as has Will Peterson, the self proclaimed underdog, he is easily the smallest man in the match but he could be the most determined.

{ The referee is sorting everyone in the ring, it looks like we are going to start with Dorian Hawkhurst and Leon Black as Bob Pooler and Will Peterson step out onto the apron in opposing corners. }

Terri Morasco: Here we go, four corners action! The rules are simple, two men in the ring, two men on the apron, anyone can tag in at any time, first pin fall or submission wins!

Vasco Dias: I’m ready to watch Dorian steam roll past all three of these men and right into JFK!

{ The referee calls for the bell and Dorian explodes out of his corner and crashes right into Leon Black with a splash that sends him stumbling backward into a vacant corner. Dorian comes right in with hard body shots to Leon who is trying to protect himself but to no avail as Dorian hits a big clothes line in the corner and then rips him out with a throwing choke slam! }

Terri Morasco: Hawkhurst means business tonight!

Vasco Dias: I think he’s still mad about their tag match at Metamorphosis where Leon did essentially nothing!

{ Leon tries to get up but Hawkhurst catches him with a running big boot that sends Leon onto his back side. Dorian runs to the ropes and comes back with a senton splash and hooks the legs of Leon right then and there but Peterson is in the ring and breaks up the pin fall attempt. The referee pushes Will back as Dorian gets up and points at him yelling threats at him. He turns his attention back to Leon who is trying to stand but Dorian hits a Savate kick to the back of Leon’s head and he crumbles. Dorian rolls him over for the cover but this time Pooler is there to break up the pin and now Hawkhurst looks mad. }

Terri Morasco: Dorian is dominating the opening moments of this match but Bob Pooler and Will Peterson are right there to keep him from winning.

Vasco Dias: That’s what makes a four corners match a difficult match to win, there is always at least one fresh man looking to keep this thing going.

{ Dorian looks to his left and right eyeing up Bob and Will before looking to Leon who is trying to stand up. He pulls him to his feet and hits a huge Avalanche Power Bomb in the center of the ring. He looks to Bob and Will again and demands one of them come into the ring and try and stop this cover, both look ready to move and as Dorian drops to a knee they both enter the ring but Dorian catches Will with a lunging clothes line as he comes in. Pooler crashes into the back of Hawkhurst and starts connecting with forearm shivers but Dorian is able to power through it and pick Pooler up for a side walk slam. }

Terri Morasco: This match is starting to break down.

Vasco Dias: Honestly it’s a smart move, take the other two down so you can cover Black.

Terri Morasco: Perhaps but it’s giving Leon time to recover.

{ Dorian turns his attention back to Black who is trying to stand and runs at him, grabbing him and throwing him shoulder first into the ring post in the corner. Will Peterson is up and runs baseball sliding out onto the apron and popping up where he quickly tags Dorian Hawkhurst!!! }

Terri Morasco: Peterson used his speed to get him into this match.

Vasco Dias: And Dorian looks furious!

{ The referee is pushing Dorian back to the other corner while Pooler rolls to the outside. Will steps into the ring and grabs the limp body of Leon Black and stands him up connecting with a straight jab followed by a stiff body shot and finally a huge European upper cut. Pooler now hops up onto the apron but Will quickly rips Leon out of the corner with a gutwrench suplex before Pooler can make the tag! }

Vasco Dias: I’ll say this about Will Peterson, he’s a beautiful ring technician.

Terri Morasco: One of the best in the world which is why he’s in IWF!

{ Leon is barely moving at this point as Will stalks him. Black starts to try and stand but Will is there with a running leg lariat that sends him back down to the mat. Will isn’t satisfied as he pulls Leon up to his feet and whips him hard into a vacant corner. Will explodes across the ring and hits Leon with a devastating head butt and then rips him out of the corner with a sidewinder suplex! Will goes for the cover but Dorian is right there with a running senton splash to break it up and Pooler is a half second behind but instead connects with a High Velocity Hug on Dorian!!! }

Terri Morasco: Will has the momentum but the numbers keep catching up with whoever the dominate man in the match is at the time.

Vasco: Will needs to move fast and take down both Dorian and Pooler!

{ Peterson is up and it looks like he’s starting to lose his temper as Pooler stands up with a smile on his face and right into a head butt to the bridge of his nose that sends Pooler backward and through the ropes. However Dorian is up before Will has his bearing and connects with the savate kick! Peterson is down and Dorian starts to drag him back to his corner but Pooler is back in the ring and runs across and crashes into Dorian with the Imperious Rex double knee pulled into a codebreaker out of the corner! }

Vasco Dias: Can the referee get this match back under control!

Terri Morasco: He’s trying to!

Vasco Dias: Well he isn’t doing a very good job!

{ The referee is on Pooler as Dorian rolls to the outside. Will is back up to his feet and he looks incredibly pissed and looks out to Dorian Hawkhurst. }

Vasco Dias: Will needs to focus on the match and not the man outside of the ring.

{ Will flies to the outside and connects with devastating Mongolian Chops on Dorian Hawkhurst over and over again before managing to pick up the much larger man for a Brainbuster over the crowd barrier! }

Terri Morasco: A variation of the Dog Rough!

{ Will turns and rolls back into the ring where Leon Black has been trying to recover in the empty corner. He sees Will coming and looks to tag out to Pooler who is back up on the apron but Will is on him with a running punt to the side of the head that sends him crashing against the ropes and then his limp body rolls to the outside. Will looks visibly frustrated as he now climbs out to grab the body of Leon Black and throws him hard into the apron before rolling him back into the ring. }

Terri Morasco: Peterson wants to end this match but he can’t seem to find the opening.

Vasco Dias: Dorian is down for the moment, he’s just got Pooler left. Black is essentially a none factor.

{ Will climbs in after Leon who seems to be out cold now and he bends to grab him with Dorian Hawkhurst comes running back into the ring and crashes into Will Peterson with a body block that sends him stumbling into the corner of Bob Pooler who quickly tags Will Peterson!!! }

Terri Morasco: Pooler made the tag!

{ Dorian hits a big clothes line that sends Peterson over the top rope and to the outside. Hawkhurst follows him out but Will is back up and the two start exchanging punches. Bob steps into the ring and he sees his opportunity to win this match and a shot at the Invictus Champion. Leon starts to get up and Pooler scoops him up into the Pepto Bismol Red!!! Leon is down, Dorian and Will are too busy beating the hell out of each other and Bob hooks the leg of Leon for the ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! }

Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler has just become the number one contender to the Invictus Championship!

Vasco Dias: Ever the veteran, he took his time, planned his spots and ended up the winner.

Terri Morasco: Now we see if he can keep the momentum going.

{ Will and Dorian don’t even seem to register the loss as they continue to fight up the ramp until security finally comes out to break the two of them up. Meanwhile Bob Pooler stands in the center of the ring with his arms raised and the crowd chanting for him. }

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SEGMENT
”Muy amazing.”

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{The cameras appear inside of the locker room of the House of Howlett. Zasshu sits with his back against a locker, his arms folding across his chest, while Laura seems to be griping.}

Laura Howlett: How many weeks has it been since you've had a match, Zasshu!? Not long ago you were a rising star, the face of the future and now!? Now you're booked as a goddamn after-

{Laura stops mid sentence, the camera pulling back slightly to reveal El Grandé Malo suddenly standing beside her, nodding his head as though agreeing with everything she'd been saying.}

Laura Howlett: What ...

{Howlett looks the luchador up and down, her eyes widening as they stop on the shirt that Malo's wearing}

Malo: Ahhh, Malo, he can see that you is noticing his t-shirt, amiga!

{Malo grabs hold of the bottom of the shirt, pulling it taut so that both Howlett and Zasshu can take it all in. The black t-shirt is adorned with what appears to be spray painted graffiti. A sloppy looking House of Howlett logo encircled with caricature style faces of Cable, Rob, Spike, Zasshu, and right smack dab in the middle, Laura. The most offputting element of the shirt is that each and every one of the faces ... is smiling}

Laura Howlett: Just who ... what ...

{Malo smiles and places his right hand on Laura's shoulder. Laura looks at the hand, then to Malo, then back to the hand as Malo continues to not get the less than subtle hint}

Malo: You would not be believing how many malls Malo has to go to before he is finding Señor Frank and his art kiosk. Malo, he is having the hard time deciding between a Pokémon shirt and one with a muy adoriblé kitten on it. Then, Malo, he is having the epiphanies ...

{Malo doesn't notice that Howlett has yet to blink and is still staring at the hand on her shoulder}

Malo: Instead of Malo just buying a shirt, he should see if Señor Frank can make him a shirt! So Malo has him make this!

{As he says this, he reaches down and pulls the shirt taut again for all to see}

Malo: Now, this is just the prototype, but Malo is thinking that he gets one for all his amigos; ¿si?

{ Laura very slowly reaches over and peels the hand of Malo off her shoulder and then looks the smiling maskedman in the eye. }

Laura Howlett: You. Do. Not. TOUCH ME!!!

{ Malo is taken back as he goes to speak but Laura quickly silences him. }

Laura Howlett: You are not a member of the House of Howlett! You are not even on the waiting list! I wouldn't sign you to be a part of the House if you were the last professional wrestler left on the planet! You are an embarrassment to the sport, an embarrassment to lucha libre and an embarrassment to-

{ Zasshu suddenly stands up and stops Laura mid sentence. }

Zasshu: I like it.

Laura Howlett: and Malo: YOU DO!?

{ The two of them look shocked for a second but then Malo gets a big grin on his face but Laura is not entertained at all. }

Laura Howlett: You know what? I've got an idea. The week after OFN, Malo, you and my first client, the forgotten Zasshu in a match!

{ Malo smiles, nearly hopping up and down on the spot }

Malo: ¡Si!, Señoritta Howlett, I is thinking that a match with mi new amigo would be muy amazing! You just let Malo know who you is finding for us to fight and Malo, he will be there!

{ With that, Malo turns on the spot and walks away leaving Howlett shaking her head and Zasshu suppressing a grin. }

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Buck Spencer vs Jimmy Zane vs Jayson Matthews

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Alison Valance: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from...Somewhere in Texas, weighing in at 211lbs and accompanied by Jed Spencer. Buck Spencer!

{The lights go out as “Mouth for War” by Pantera hits the speakers, Buck Spencer walks through the curtain, nodding his head along to the music, more as if he was enjoying it than playing to the crowd. He doesn’t have any special motions, he just holds one arm in the air and makes his way to the ring.}

Alison Valance: The second contestant, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 235lbs and accompanied by Cyrus Black. "Broken" Jimmy Zane!

{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. 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: Hear that crowd, marking out for their home-state hero.

Alison Valance: And the final contestant, from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 201bs. Jayson Matthews!

{The drum beat kicks in. Then the guitar riffs. Jayson Matthews comes stepping out onto the entrance ramp moving his head to the beat and staring out into the crowd with a wide eyed stare of awe at the packed house in attendance. He steps onto the entrance stage and makes sure to hit both sides of the stage to hype the crowd as the lyrics start.}

Terri Morasco: I can't help but think that Jayson is already off at a disadvantage. Buk's got Jed and Zan'e got Cyrus. Jayson is out there on his own.

Vasco Dias: So? He's a big boy now!

{All three men stood warily in the ring and watched each other closely, waiting for someone to make a move. Their gazes switched from one, to the other, then back again and in that moment an unspoken agreement was forged between two of the competitors.}

Vasco Dias: In all he Triple Threat matches I have seen, someone will invariably get double teamed at the start.

Terri Morasco: Well it makes sense strategically. Wear down one opponent and eliminate them from the equation. The question is, who is it going to be

{The answer was revealed shortly as Buck Spencer and Jimmy Zane rushed Jayson Matthews with a barrage of swift, stiff strikes that pushed the young man from Detroit back into a corner. Buck backed away to build some steam, and allowed Jimmy to hold poor Jayson in place, helpless as the Runin’ Reb came barrelling forward with a corner clothesline. Buck whipped Jayson out of the corner and into a running knee strike from Jimmy. A quick lateral press cover followed suit.}

Terri Morasco: That was quite brutal as far as team ups go.

Vasco Dias: I know, wasn’t it great!

{1…
Buck pulled Jimmy off of Jayson, breaking up the pin, and got in the face of the Broken One. Jimmy Zane took a wild swing but Bucky scouted the attack, blocked it and countered into a swift STO.}

Vasco Dias: Well that alliance is over.

{Buck Spencer laid down a beating with a series of stomps to both of his opponents, then spoiled for choice he decided to follow up on Jayson Matthews, bringing him to his feet and setting up for the Foul!. Jayson regained his senses in the nick of time, breaking free of the attempted northern lights suplex, wrung g the arm of Bucky and dropped down for a shoulder arm breaker.}

Terri Morasco: You gotta love Jayson’s never say die attitude. The guy works tirelessly to make himself better as a wrestler.

Vasco Dias: Pity it won’t work…

{Jimmy Zane returned to the fray but Jayson caught him for a snapmare. Zane however had a distinct weight advantage and carried Jayson aloft. Buck Spencer wasn’t to be forgotten and he came in, grabbing Jayson by the legs as if in a powerbomb position.}

Terri Morasco: This looks convoluted.

Vasco Dias: Kinda sounds it too.

{Buck and Zane never finished their double team move as Jayson twisted his body and let gravity do the rest. Both men were taken to to task with a weird combination snapmare on Zane and leg-scissor takedown on Bucky. With a full head of steam Jayson Matthews kept up the attack with consecutive dropkicks. One on “Broken” Jimmy Zane, followed by one on Buck Spencer. Overcome by the moment Jayson paused to motion to the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: Look at Jayson go!

{He turned around to see Jimmy Zane charge at him. On instinct Jayson bent over for a back body drop, but Zane stopped in his tracks and took advantage of the situation with a swinging neckbreaker. Another pin attempted came after.

1…

2…Jayson kicked out!}

Vasco Dias: Oh yeah. Watch out for the OTHER guy in this match Jayson…

{The previous scene played out once more, with Buck coming in full pelt at Jimmy, the difference this time around was that Jimmy successfully sent Buck down with a back body drop ON-TOP of Jayson Matthews.}

Terri Morasco: All things considered Jimmy Zane has been more lucid in this match-up.

Vasco Dias: Well in a triple threat match situation it is better to maintain a level head

{“Broken” Jimmy Zane threw Jayson Matthews through the ropes and out of the ring then nailed Buck Spencer with the Warped DDT, a move that preceded Zane’s high flying finishing manoeuvre. He ascended the turnbuckle and never noticed Jayson made his way onto the apron and before Zane could leap off of the top turnbuckle Jayson took his feet out from under him and the Broken One landed unceremoniously groin first on the turn post.}

Vasco Dias: That wasn’t very sporting!

Terri Morasco: Occupational hazard I guess. Safe to say Jimmy won’t be in the fight for a while.

{Jayson prepared himself to leap off of the ropes for a springboard, but unnoticed by the referee, Jed Spencer had a firm hold of Jayson’s boots. Jayson yelled at Jed and kicked him off. Without further ado he leapt off of the ropes with a springboard forearm smash. The distraction proved costly however as Buck had recovered and came to life with a sudden surge of energy. He caught Jayson Matthews mid-air with the Sack! Obviously he dropped down and hooked a leg for a pin attempt.

...}

Vasco Dias: It pays to have friends watch out for you.

Terri Morasco: In most other circles, that’s called cheating.

{…

A pin attempt that was never counted. Buck shot up and saw Cyrus Black in a heated conversation with the referee who had not noticed the pin attempt. The problem was easily solved by a stiff right hand to Cyrus’ jaw. He fell from view and was no further problem. With a string of expletives to the ref, Buck resembled the pin.

1…}

Terri Morasco: Do you think he realises?

Vasco Dias: He’s certainly about to.

{2…

3 Buck abruptly broke up the pin and rolled quickly away, off of Jayson, as “Broken” Jimmy Zane, recovered after his brief period of reprieve, crashed down with the Shattered Dreams. He realised too late he had hit the wrong target and spun around into Buck’s waiting arms.}

Vasco Dias: Touchdown!

{Buck connected with the Touchdown and quickly covered Zane.

1…

2…

3…}


Alison Valance: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Buck Spencer!

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SEGMENT
”Tailor made.”

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{ The shows transitions backstage to the dressing room that belongs to HoH: House of Howlett. The room is oddly enough empty, the only explanation being that the members all have something going at the at moment. That’s when the camera cuts in on a tight shot of the only person in the room, Noah Field. The Crown Prince is wearing his newest t-shirt reading “The Only Best in the World - Noah Field”. The Crown Prince’s eye catches the shiny gold of the Imperial Championship dangling from the hook in Cable Arcane’s dressing station. A smirk dances across his face as he crosses the room and picks up the belt. He drapes it over his shoulder and makes for the full size mirror. He stands there looking at the straight on shot of it and then turns to the side to see the profile reflection of it. Then he mumbles to himself. }

Noah Field: Perfect. This thing was tailor made for me.

{ He turns back to see the front view, his hand finding the nameplate of Cable’s. He runs his hands over it. }

Noah Field: Though that name will never do now, will it…

{ The door to the dressing suddenly slams closed startling Noah who turns on his heels to see Cable Arcane scowling at him. }

Cable Arcane: Take that belt off before you jinx it and the band breaks up.

{ Noah smirks as he rests his hands on top of the medallion. }

Noah Field: C’mon CHAMP...you know this looks MUCH better on me than on you. It's more….fitting. I was born to wear this belt. It's manifest destiny.

{ Noah’s smirk grows as he adjusts the belt over his shoulder. }

Noah Field: And I'll save your false sense of pride. You're welcome!!

{ Cable lets out a wry laugh as he looks at Noah. }

Cable Arcane: Your ego is absolutely amazing, you know that?

Noah Field: Well thank you.

Cable Arcane: I mean we've stepped in the ring together as opponents twice now and both times I walked away the winner. Last time with that belt on the line. So the only one here with a false sense of pride is the man who goes limp when he even sniffs he main event.

Noah Field: Funny though...CHAMP...despite it all you're yet to pin me. See that's what we call a fluke. Google it. Now you want false sense of pride, three times now I've made sure you retained. Once again Cutler, once at SotF, and I did the heavy lifting last week. So truth is I'm responsible for keeping you champion. And honestly, our fate out there tonight is in my hands as well. That's just the fact of the matter. Now usually this is where you say thank you.

Cable Arcane: There are no flukes. You're either good enough or you're not. And you? You're not. That's why-

{ Cable finally takes his championship from Noah and throws it over his shoulder. }

Cable Arcane: I'm the champion and you're not. As for tonight? I don't need your help and I sure as hell have never asked for it.

Noah Field: I'd be careful what you wish for….champ. You just might get it.

{ Noah turns on his heels to walk away, then pulls up short at the door and turns. }

Noah Field: I'll see you later tonight.

{ Noah pats Cable on the shoulder as he walks by him and leaves the room, Cable just looks down at his championship with a scowl over the hand print left there. }

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TAG TEAM MATCH
The Lost Boys vs Redneck Renegades

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Alison Valance: The contest will be contested under standard tag team rules, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

{ 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 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: From Queensland, Australia, and weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and seventeen pounds – Dean Coulter and Sam Braxton, THE LOST BOYS!!!

{ All I Do Is Win by DJ Khaled featuring T-Pain, Ludacris, Rick Ross and Snoop Dog comes on over the P.A. system as the lights dim and the Redneck Renegades logo shows on the tron. "Got money on my mind can never get a enough" Will comes storming out doing a somewhat two step as he goes to the edge of the stage waving his hands up in the air dancing around flashing his grill at the fans. Chris comes out more controlled and posed, he stands at the center of the entrance way with a towel in his hand. They are wearing matching baggy shorts with the confederate flag pattern on them and black knee pads, Will has on more traditional style wrestling boot's while Chris has kick pad's covering his with matching confederate flag pattern on them. }

Alison Valance: And their opponents; hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and weighting in tonight at a combined weight of four hundred and five pounds - Will and Chris Fenell, THE RENEGADES!!!"

{ With that announcement red white and blue pyro go shooting off up from the stage towards the ring into the sky Chris cracks his neck as he makes his way down the ramp slowly, Will follows dancing behind him slapping hands with fans here and there, sometimes faking that he's going to slap a hand then moves his head to fix his "hair" then just grins and slaps the hands. Chris climbs the stairs to the ring as Will slides in, Chris wipes the top of his head with his towel as Will goes to the far turnbuckle and stands on the 2nd rope looking around to the crowd he's waving his hands up and down trying to get the crowd hyped up into the song. "And every time I step up in the building Everybody hands go UP" Both Chris and Will toss their hands up in the air with their RR Rally Towels in hand swinging them around their head, "And they stay there, and they stay there And they stay there" The start waving the towels up and down "up down up down up down Cause all I do is WIN, WIN, WIN And if you goin in put yo' hands in the air, make 'em stay there!" Will drops down to the ring as Chris tosses his towel into the crowd, Will bends low sitting like a catcher behind home plate but with his arms resting on his legs as Chris paces back and forth in front of him both of them with their game faces on. }

Terri Morasco: A much-anticipated tag team matchup in prospect here, as The Lost Boys look to bounce back from their debut defeat at Metamorphosis with a victory tonight against the much more established team of Will and Chris Fenell.

Vasco Dias: Bah. I hope those Aussie ‘bogans’ kangaroo kick these bums into next week, then throw another shrimp on the barbie… errr… G’day mate… y’know…?

Terri Morasco: What the hell are you talking about Vasco? And what’s that voice you’re doing…?!

Vasco Dias: …… Shut up!

{ Both teams have a brief tactics talk in their respective corners, and it’s Dean Coulter and Will Fenell who get the nod to start the matchup for each team. The two men move to centre ring and the bells sounds. Both men look wary, conscious of not wanting to make the first mistake. Coulter eventually raises his right arm, signalling for a test of strength. Will smiles up at the arm, before raising his own and grabbing hold for the Greco-Roman knucklelock. Both men strain against each other, looking to gain the upper hand, but after almost a solid sixty seconds of the test of strength, Coulter breaks off the hold, taking a couple of staggered steps backwards, rubbing his right arm.

The Louisiana crowd respond with mocking shouts and taunts, which riles Coulter slightly, and he offers up the right arm for a repeat performance. Fenell, sensing an advantage, accepts the invite once more, and the two push and wrench against each other once more. The noise of the crowd begins to rise as one half of the newly re-christened Renegades looks to be gaining the advantage in the hold. But all too quickly, the cheers turn to jeers as Coulter, recognising he is in trouble, drops to his knees and hits Will Fenell suspiciously low in order to break the Renegade’s grip. }

Vasco Dias: Hahaha! Yes! What a move!

Terri Morasco: (sigh) I guess hoping for good, clean wrestling was too much to ask with The Lost Boys out there…

{ Coulter wastes no time in pressing home his advantage, dropping a leg over the back of his fallen opponent’s head, before pulling out Will’s right arm and dropping a leg over that, too. Coulter turns away, facing one side of the capacity crowd, arms wide open, drinking in the boos, before suddenly dashing over to one side of the ring, leaping up and nailing a beautiful springboard moonsault onto the back of Will Fenell.

Dean hauls Will to his feet, the Renegade fighting to try to break his grip, but unsuccessfully. Will Fenell is thrown roughly into the Lost Boys corner, Dean Coulter following up with a succession of stiff body shots, before tagging his partner into the matchup.

Sam Braxton leaps the ropes in one swift, athletic movement, as Dean Coulter hooks Will Fenell’s head underneath his arm. Braxton does the same on the other side, and The Lost Boys hoist Will high into the air, bringing him crashing down to the canvas back first with a stereo suplex. }

Terri Morasco: The Lost Boys, despite their questionable approach, have done a great job of isolating Will Fenell in the early going of this one.

Vasco Dias: Questionable? Who’s questioning them?! They’re in complete control!

{ The young Aussie, Sam Braxton, appears to think about a pin cover, but decides against it, instead planting a stomp directly into the centre of Fenell’s chest. He then saunters over to a neutral corner, stopping only to direct a few choice words at a particularly rowdy IWF fan, before ascending the turnbuckles. As Braxton climbs to the top, Will Fenell has recovered, scrambling to his feet. The Aussie turns, and Fenell is standing; this doesn’t stop Braxton from throwing caution to the wind, hurtling through the air with a breathtaking corkscrew plancha… but he meets nothing but canvas, as Will Fenell steps neatly out of the firing line.}

Terri Morasco: Wow, what a mistake that could turn out to be by Sam Braxton…

Vasco Dias: And what a cowardly move by Will Fenell!

Terri Morasco: One man’s cowardly is another man’s smart, Vasco.

{ Will Fenell acts as if to follow up on Braxton’s error, but thinks better of it as he notices his partner’s outstretched arm. He nimbly makes his way across the ring and tags in his fresh partner. Chris Fenell quickly steps through the ropes, just as Sam Braxton is making his way groggily to his feet. He’s not standing for long, though, as Chris greets him with a running calf kick. Braxton bounces right back up, but is met once more by a running Renegade, this time hammering him with a Shining Wizard. The Aussie is rocked, and Chris Fenell quickly looks to capitalise with a smart pin cover. }

ONE…

TW… KICKOUT!

{ With no wasted motion, Fenell quickly hauls Braxton to his feet. He snaps off a couple of right handed blows to the head of his opponent, before scooping him up and dropping him across his outstretched right knee, nailing an impactful backbreaker. Braxton is squirming in discomfort and pain even as Fenell tops him once again. }

ONE…

TWO… KICKOUT!

Terri Morasco: Chris Fenell building quite the head of steam with a succession of nice offensive moves and quick pin attempts.

Vasco Dias: Failed pin attempts, Terri. He’s getting frustrated, and it’s only a matter of time before he makes a massive mistake, and throws it away for his team!

{ Chris Fenell rises once more from an unsuccessful pin attempt, slower this time, looking as if he was trying to think of a way to put his opponent away once and for all. He takes a deep breath, before turning and slapping hands with his partner, Will, the other Renegade smiling as he steps into the ring.

Braxton is still struggling to his feet even as Will Fenell measures him. Finally, Braxton rises, turning seemingly into a match-ending crescent kick… but is able to duck and avoid the impact! Fenell spins; his flailing leg, still outstretched, his grasped by a rather desperate Sam Braxton, who pops his hips and executes an eye-watering capture suplex, Fenell’s back and head bouncing off the canvas with sickening impact! }

Vasco Dias: What a MOVE!

Terri Morasco: But he rolled the wrong way – he can’t capitalise!

{ After the impactful suplex, both men lie almost motionless on the canvas, whilst each of their partners reach out desperately for the tag. Slowly, the two men in the ring begin to stir, crawling almost in sync towards their respective partners. The crowd rise in anticipation, eager to see who is going to make the crucial first tag… and they let out a great roar as the fan favourite Renegades slap hands, Chris Fenell re-entering the ring like a house on fire.

Across the other side of the ring, Braxton does manage to get the tag to partner Dean Coulter, but the Aussie has barely enough time to step into the ring before he’s nailed with a vicious clothesline by an onrushing Chris. A bounce of the ropes, and Chris Fenell hits a second clothesline, building momentum. The crowd screams The Renegades on as Fenell tares across the ring, bouncing off the opposite ring ropes and lining up for an almighty Clothesline From Hell… but the flailing limb is barely ducked by Dean Coulter… who twists and hooks said arm, before lifting, twirling and dropping Chris Fenell in one fluid movement, executing a perfect… }

Vasco Dias: TRUE BLUE THUNDER BOMB!

Terri Morasco: That HAS to be it!

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! HE GOT A SHOULDER UP!

{ Dean Coulter rises to his knees, hands on hips, looking as if he can barely believe that The Spotlight had kicked out of one of his signature moves. He rises to his feet slowly, trying to ignore the jeers from the crowd, before looking over at his partner. The two share a tiny shrug, before Dean steels himself, heading for the nearest turnbuckle. He ascends quickly, turning to face his opponent… who is no longer prostrate on the canvas, but instead tearing full pelt across the ring towards a stranded Dean Coulter! With superb balance and athleticism, Chris Fenell leaps onto the second rope and tosses Coulter to the floor with an impeccably timed Japanese arm drag from the top tope!

Fenell and Coulter hammer the mat simultaneously, but Fenell is quickest to his feet, emulating his opponent and ascending the turnbuckles as Coulter staggers up behind him. The Aussie is to his feet… just in time to catch a flying Chris Fenell, who flips through the air and lands on Coulter’s shoulders, before rolling through with a beautiful dragonrana! }

Terri Morasco: DRAGONRANA! Chris Fenell just tied him up like a pretzel!

Vasco Dias: Kick out! Kick out!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Vasco Dias: NO…?!

Alison Valance: The winner of this tag team matchup… the team of Chris & Will Fenell – THE RENEGADES!!!

{ Chris staggers to his feet, arms held high, as his partner Will runs in to celebrate with him. The crowd shower The Renegades with a tremendous ovation, as Sam Braxton simply stands in the corner, looking dejected. }

Terri Morasco: An incredibly hard-fought, back-and-forth tag team contest goes the way of The Renegades this time, but I think we’ll be seeing these two great teams going at it again before too long… and for a long time to come!

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SINGLES MATCH
Fiona McFly vs Kate Steele

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{ Monster by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Todd Warren 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. }

Terri Morasco: Kate Steele looks to be flying high after beating a three-time Diamonds champion in Amber Richards at Metamorphosis.

{ 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. }

Vasco Dias: Yeah, but...she's got a target on her back now for calling herself IWF's biggest underdog.

{ "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys kicks into high gear as Fiona McFly marches out on stage, takes a bow, and heads down to the ring--giving lucky fans quick pecks on the cheek along the way. }

Vasco Dias: Ya know...despite Fiona blowin' it yet again at Meta, I LOVED that epic entrance she made.

Terri Morasco: That really was. Deep down in Fiona's mind, she's got a lot on her plate--moreso with the recent news that one of our longtime supporters, Regina Kimble, is dealing with terminal cancer.

Vasco Dias: No jokin' around here. We do meet and greets at Beckham Elementary School in Arlington every time we come to Texas, and you see firsthand just how passionate Miss Kimble truly is with her students and colleagues. I understand that Jack Gaither and Fiona, behind the scenes, have always remained strong together as a couple, and I do believe that their lives are very much intertwined through Miss Kimble's influence.

Terri Morasco: What a great woman to be around, and we'll be praying for her AND her family and friends.

[DING!]

{ The man in stripes calls for the bell, prompting Kate Steele to charge at Fiona McFly, hitting the latter with a series of martial arts kicks to the ribs, sending her reeling toward the ropes. Kate shoots Fiona into the opposite set of strands, where she bounces off and eats a dropkick for breakfast--followed by another one for lunch, a third for dinner, and a fourth for a midnight snack! She then applies a hard belly-to-belly suplex that crunches Fiona's back to the mat! }

Terri Morasco: Kate's off to a flying start here...

Vasco Dias: Pffffft...I don't think Fiona's gonna like it one bit!

{ But as Kate runs toward the ropes and springs herself off in an attempt to perform a springboard crossbody, the Northern irishwoman quickly rolls out of the way, causing the lassie from Berkshire to hit nothing but canvas! Fiona immediately takes command, shaking off the cobwebs for a moment before picking her up and putting her in her inverted DDT position--conecting with the dreaded, newly-retooled SENDING OFF finisher! But for good measure, McFly smiles before placing her opponent in the SHAMLOCK kimura hold! }

Vasco Dias: I don't believe it...it looks like it's game over!

Terri Morasco: Fifi's got the Shamlock cinched in tightly!

{ Kate tries valiantly to fight the hold, kicking her legs out and trying to squirm away as she's writhing on the deck! But the submission becomes too much for even "The Siren" to bear, so she waves her hand to the referee and gives up! The zebra immediately calls for the bell! }

[DING-DING-DING!!!]

{ "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" plays again as Fiona quickly lets go of the maneuver and celebrates her victory! The referee immediately hops over the ropes and to the timekeeper's position, where he gets the official time of the match and yells it to Terri and Vasco. }

Terri Morasco: Kate Steele goes from beating a sure-fire Hall of Famer in Amber Richards last week to having to tap out to Fiona McFly's Shamlock--and I do believe we have a potential record time here--forty-seven seconds!

Vasco Dias: Wow...gotta admit, Fiona looked impressive out there despite munching on them dropkicks!

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SEGMENT
”Steve Awesome Returns To Monday Night Sacrifice”

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{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 walking out with a limp to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.}

Terri Morasco: Here he is folks. The man that survived the loser leaves IWF match at Metamorphosis. The Face of the Franchise himself, Steve Awesome!

Vasco Dias: At least he looks as miserable as he has made every single Rob Diamond fan in the house tonight. Myself included.

Terri Morasco: I think that makes you the only one Vasco. But you are right, Steve looks like he is still showing signs of that epic encounter.

{Awesome holds a microphone in his hand, but he just smiles back at the sold out chanting crowd. Taking a moment to just take in the feeling. He was still dressed in style but he did look like he was in a war last week.}

Steve Awesome: Do you feel good?

{The crowd cheer.}

Steve Awesome: That's the question they keep asking me. Ever since I got to the trainers room to check on my knee, to the press, even my own family, they all wanted to know if I felt good after that I Quit match with Rob Diamond. Do I feel good?

{He shrugs his shoulders.}

Steve Awesome: I mean.....

{He rotates his shoulders and neck and opens and closes his knee and he comically over dramatizes how much it hurts.}

Steve Awesome: I've certainly felt better after matches before. But I will say this......it feels good to be standing in this ring here on MONDAY NIGHT SACRIFICE!

{Crowd pop.}

Steve Awesome: Right here in Bossier City, LOUISANA!

{Bigger crowd pop.}

Steve Awesome: Specially because there was a huge chance I was never going to get to come out here again and be with you all. I know sometimes it may not seem like it as much or maybe I don't say it all the time, but I love pro wrestling. I love coming out to this ring and entertaining you all. But as much as I love it, if you ask me if I feel good after that I quit match with Rob Diamond, my answer ultimately has to be no.

{Awesome runs a palm through his hair.}

Steve Awesome: You see, even though Rob Diamond put me through hell for the better half of a year, it doesn't magically erase the eight years before it where we were great friends. I'm still going to miss those days, and maybe even him sometimes. But you know what, what's done is done. It's all in the past and I'm just ready to move on and look to the future. And since I'm all free to do what I want, with a fresh new contract....that I actually read this time I might add....I think it's about that time that old Steve Awesome officially makes his mark on IWF. That's right I want a shot at the Imperial Championship.

{The crowd salivate at the idea of Steve Awesome verse Cable Arcane.}

Steve Awesome: How do I get one? Well I figured I'd just enter myself into the ROULETTE MATCH, run circles around every other chump that enters the match and out last and out class my way to NIGHT OF THE IMMORTALS! You heard it straight from the face, Steve Awesome is officially entering The roulette match. And I-

{Steve looks up to the entrance way as "Cult of Personality" hits the speakers to another big pop from the crowd.}

Terri Morasco: It looks like somebody else has something to say to Steve Awesome.

Vasco Dias: Who cares? This guy made the worst mistake of his life when he came back at Survival of the Fittest and took on The House of Howlett.

Terri Morasco: He seems to be quite alright.

{Mike Laszlo and Alexis Caffrey enter the ring, Mike with a microphone in hand.}

Mike Laszlo: So Steve Awesome is entering the Roulette match...isn't that exciting guys!?

{The crowd pops...they want Steve in the Roulette. Mike bobs his head sarcastically.}

Mike Laszlo: Alright, I guess that's pretty cool. There's something else that would make it even cooler. You see Steve, in my tenure here, there's a lot of things I've done. I've been the Man of Steel. I've been Imperial Champion. I've been the winner of the Extinction Event; and I've won the Joker In The Pack match before it was turned into some crazy tag team fiasco. There's one thing I haven't done in the IWF Steve...win the Roulette match.

{The crowd knows where this is going, and they start to cheer.}

Mike Laszlo: I've done it all Steve, and when I retire, I'll probably have a spot next to my lovely wife in the Hall of Fame...but it bugs me...hell, it downright pisses me off that I haven't won this match. The first year I was in an Imperial Title match AND the Roulette...tough task. The next year I didn't even compete in the Roulette because again, I was in the main event against Alex Jones for the Imperial Championship. Then last year, me, and a man you just retired, beat the hell out of each other, and I wasn't in the Roulette. Well things are going to be different this year Steve because I too am entering the Roulette!

{The crowd goes nuts at these two superstars entering one of the biggest matches of the year.}

Mike Laszlo: And I'm going to win...

{Steve smiles before stepping up to Mike in the center of the ring.}

Steve Awesome: Not if I have anything to say about it.

Mike Laszlo: Trust me...you won't...

{The two stare one another down, smiles on their faces as we fade to a commercial.}


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SINGLES MATCH
Winner gets a shot at the Shieldmaiden at OFN Next Week!
Lizzy Dalmon vs Crystal Millar

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{ “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. }

Alison Valance: This one-on-one is scheduled for one fall! Entering the ring first; from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds… LIZZY DALMON!!!

{ When she gets to the ring she climbs the steps and enters. Once in the ring she continues to pose for more pictures. }

Alison Valance: And her opponent…

5

4

3

2

1

THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

{ I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. She isn’t alone as her best friend Zelda Knite comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to slap the hands of the roaring crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Zelda smiles as she throws up the heart symbol. }

Alison Valance:… now residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in tonight at one hundred fifteen pounds… “The Silver Screen Queen” – CRYSTAL MILLAR!!!

Terri Morasco: An intriguing matchup here between two Diamonds who certainly love the spotlight! And the extra incentive in this one? A shot against our dominant Shieldmaiden, Eternity, in a match of the winner’s choosing at next week’s Sacrifice! The stake’s could not be higher!

Vasco Dias: Neither could my heart rate watching these beauties rolling around the ring…! I’m starting to perspire and… and… get moist…!

Terri Morasco: Control yourself, Vasco, please. For your sake and mine…

{ The two ladies are brought to the centre of the ring by the referee, getting in each others’ faces in a show of aggression and one-upmanship. Dalmon takes a step back, gesturing down at her own body as if to say to Millar “Look at what you haven’t got.” Crystal is unmoved, irking Dalmon, with the latter striking Millar hard in the temple with her right hand to start the matchup.

Dalmon staggers The Silver Screen Queen with a couple more follow-up blows, throwing in a stiff forearm for good measure. She backs Millar onto the ring ropes before whipping her hard across the ring. Crystal is soon returning though, running back towards an opponent who has lowered her head, preparing for a backdrop. Millar, though, is able to neatly roll over Dalmon’s back, before meeting her as she turned around with a stiff clothesline, sending her crashing to the mat. }

Terri Morasco: These two Diamonds are shying away from their usual high-flying MO in this matchup, choosing instead to take the fight straight to each other with flying fists of fury!

Vasco Dias: Watch the face, watch the face!!

{ As if to underline Terri’s point, The Silver Screen Queen lays the boots in to her fallen opponent, before hoisting her up to her feet. She replies to the forearm from earlier with three of her own, right to the Dalmon jaw, before depositing her back to the canvas with a neat scoop slam.

Dalmon falls heavily on her back, close to one of the corners of the ring, and Crystal Millar wastes no time in climbing the ropes, reaching the top quickly, before dropping down and flipping acrobatically backwards with an impressive-looking split-legged moonsault right onto her fallen foe. Looking to capitalise, Millar hooks the leg. }

ONE…

TWO… KICKOUT!

{ Both ladies are quick to their feet, but it is Millar who retains control with a standing front facelock. Millar wrenches on the head and neck area of her opponent, wearing her down, before she is rocked by an incredible over-the-shoulder back kick from Dalmon who quickly escapes Millar’s clutches and follows up with a standing moonsault to take The Hollywood Hottie roughly to the canvas. Dalmon stays on top for the cover… }

ONE…

TW… KICKOUT!

{… the Beverly Hills native is undeterred despite the quick kickout, swiftly scrambling to her feet and meeting the returning Crystal Millar with a nice standing dropkick. Millar is stunned, but not felled, staggering back onto the ring ropes. Lizzy doesn’t give her a moments rest, whipping Millar hard across the ring and into the turnbuckles with great impact. Dalmon then follows her in with another dropkick. Millar looks dazed, almost knocked goofy, and is flying through the air once more, propelled by a sweet monkey flip out of the corner by Lizzy Dalmon, her back once again taking the brunt of the impact. }

Terri Morasco: After a back and forth opening, Lizzy Dalmon now seems to be building up a good deal of momentum in this matchup.

Vasco Dias: Momentum is temporary, Terri, but cheating is permanent. Rake her eyes, Crystal! Yank her hair!

{ Dalmon regards her fallen opponent with disdain, laughing evilly. She aims a quick kick right to the ribs of The Silver Screen Queen, causing Crystal to cough and splutter, before Dalmon drags her roughly to her feet once more. Lizzy looks to be in complete control, measuring her unsteady opponent before rushing over to the far ring ropes. She sprints back… but is met with a devastating kick to the head!!! }

Vasco Dias: Flashing Lights!! HA!

Terri Morasco: Incredible impact! This could be it right here!

{ Millar takes a second to clear the cobwebs, before diving down on top of Dalmon and hooking the far leg. }

ONE…

TWO…

TH… KICKOUT!

Vasco Dias: How…?

Terri Morasco: The Silver Screen Queen half a count away from a shot at the Shieldmaiden!

{ Crystal Miller can’t resist a single double-fisted pound of the mat, verbalising her frustration with a shouted “NO!” She moves down to her fallen opponent once more, picking her up slowly from the mat… but is surprised by a quick fireman’s carry takedown by Dalmon! Lizzy springs to her feet, striding quickly across the ring and leaping up and off the middle of the top rope just as Crystal is struggling to hers. The Hollywood Hottie isn’t on her feet for long, though, as Dalmon takes her down with an impactful slingshot dropkick!

Once again, the two are up on their feet almost in stereo, but once again, Dalmon retains control, this time with a deep arm drag, which takes Millar across the ring and all the way to the outside! Brother Landon Dalmon creeps round the corner of the ring, looking keen to get involved… but is stopped in his tracks by the referee, who shows remarkable athleticism as he leaps the ropes to prevent Landon’s interference!

Landon protests his innocence, holding his hands up in the air as he backs away… straight into the waiting Zelda Knite! Landon turns, looking put out, and a shoving match ensues, the two managers trading verbal and physical blows on the outside. }

Terri Morasco: Hmmm… and here I was thinking that our competitors’ managers had been remarkably well behaved this evening…

Vasco Dias: CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT!

{ The scuffle on the outside draws the ire of Lizzy Dalmon on the inside, who makes her way over to the side of the ring, shouting abuse at Zelda and encouragement at Landon. She’s getting so involved in the managers’ fracas that she is completely unaware of the recovering Crystal Millar, who clambers quickly up onto the apron and hangs Lizzy up to dry on the top rope! Dalmon staggers back, a look of shock on her face… which only intensifies as she sees Millar soaring through the air towards her, Crystal grabbing Lizzy’s head and neck and taking her down with a picture-perfect Springboard Tornado DDT! }

Terri Morasco: Unreal manoeuvre…!

{ Despite Zelda Knite’s cries of “PIN HER!” from the outside, Crystal Millar looks around, 360, at the capacity crowd, a faraway look in her eyes. Her eyes finally rest on the top rope, and she makes her move, the volume in the arena rising with every step, as she ascends to the top rope. }

Vasco Dias: Lights…

{ Millar points to the sky, and makes a camera motion with her hands… }

Vasco Dias: … Camera …

{ … before leaping high into the air, twisting, flipping, falling… and crashing, flat onto the canvas below as Lizzy Dalmon rolls away to safety!! }

Vasco Dias: … ACTI-OH NO!

Terri Morasco: Crystal Millar just crashed and burned!

{ Dalmon leaps to her feet, and quickly hops up the nearest turnbuckles. She turns, with a disdainful look to the fans and her downed foe, before soaring into the air, looking to hit her own version of the 630 splash, which she calls… }

Terri Morasco: The Trust Fund Flip! Lizzy Dalmon looks to have won the battle of the high flyers!

{ Dalmon clutches her midsection in pain, but still has the wherewithal to hook the leg. }

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Alison Valance: Here is your winner… LIZZY DALMON!!!

{ The victorious Lizzy Dalmon struggles to her feet, allowing her right arm to be raised by the referee as she continues to clutch her ribs with her left. She raises her head, eyes closed, drinking in the mixed reaction from the crowd. }

Terri Morasco: Dalmon gets the duke, and the chance to face IWF Shieldmaiden Eternity in any match of her choosing at next week’s Sacrifice.


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SEGMENT
...Or Else

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

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

{The chords of an organ punctuate the words as Kathleen Conway appears on the stage with one hand on her right hip. She is wearing a stylish black dress, diamond earrings, a diamond necklace and white high heel shoes. She doesn't start to walk down the ramp until her husband, The couple receive a warm reception.}

Vasco Dias: This is somewhat unexpected...

Terri Morasco: Last time Kathy Conway was out here, she made the historic announcement of the first ever Diamond Dragon's Den Match, could she be out here to shake up her Division again?

{Kathy gets to the ring and climbs the steel steps into the ring, followed by her husband. She walks to the middle and flips her hair again with a hand on her hip as the lights return to normal and the music fades.

She then walks over to the side and collects a microphone from a stage-hand.}

Vasco Dias: I'm more interested in why The Ace is out here with her...

Terri Morasco: It is unusual, perhaps she is not out here on business, but rather something personal?

{Kathy walks back to the middle of the ring and raises the microphone to her lips.}

Kathy Conway: I'm not one to waste anybody's time, least of all the time of all of you, the IWF Fans, so let me cut straight to the chase. I am not out here tonight in my official capacity as the Head of the Diamonds Division, no. You see I'm out here tonight to address something that goes beyond MY Division and reflects poorly on the state of this company and the state of one man in particular - the current reigning Man Of Steel Champion - SPIKE KANE!

{The crowd offer a surprisingly mixed reaction to the name, some obviously sympathetic to his recent tragedy.}

Vasco Dias: Well now I think I can make an educated guess as to why The Ace is here - just in case things go awry as they so often do when Spike Kane is involved.

Terri Morasco: Can you blame her? If I had Kathy's history with Spike, I'd make sure my husband had my back too...

Kathy Conway: The simple fact of the matter is that the IWF Board Of Directors have been so impressed with the way I have conducted my business affairs in the day to day management of the Diamonds Division during my time in the position that they have authorised me to deliver their official ruling as it pertains to Spike Kane's breach of his Man Of Steel Championship contract at Metamorphosis. Now, whilst they have asked me to pass along their personal sympathies and condolences in regards to his recent tragedy, they want Mr Kane to understand that their decision is not personal, just business - and as a show of good faith, they have forgone the usual fine applied in these cases. However they do respectfully insist that you defend the IWF Man Of Steel Championship against the rightful number one contender, and the man who earned his opportunity at Metamorphosis, Andrew Jacobsen...live next week at Open Fight Night...

{The crowd erupt into cheers for this announcement and start a chant for Andrew Jacobsen.}

Terri Morasco: ANDREW JACOBSEN VERSUS SPIKE KANE FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP RIGHT HERE LIVE NEXT WEEK ON MONDAY NIGHT SACRIFICE! THAT'S HUGE!

Vasco Dias: Calm down Terri, he might not even show up next week...

Kathy Conway: And just in case you were thinking of denying the fans the opportunity to see you actually step up and defend your Championship like you did at Metamorphosis, the Board have stated that any repeated breach of contract on your part will result not only in you being stripped of your title but also the immediate termination of your IWF Contract!

{The crowd are now roaring with chants of "Thank You Kathy!"}

Terri Morasco: SPIKE KANE MUST DEFEND NEXT WEEK OR BE STRIPPED OF HIS CHAMPIONSHIP AND FIRED!

Vasco Dias: How exactly is any of this fair? Have the board no compassion for a grieving father?

{The lights go out as "Crushed" by Parkway Drive blasts from the arenas sound system, without wasting any time Spike Kane emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd greet him with a mixed reaction, really not sure what is about to happen, he stands dressed in a pair of jeans with a leather jacket open, and a House of Howlett t-shirt on, and the Man of Steel championship slung over his shoulder. He glares down to the ring as his chest heaves up and down, taking deep and slow breaths trying to calm himself. He slings the belt off his shoulder, and almost drags it along the floor - it being just an inch or two off the ground, as he heads towards the ring. Inside Kathy turns to face him, her jaw set, and you can almost see The Ace tense as his incredibly long time rival now stands across the ring from himself, and his wife.}

Terri Morasco: I've got a bad feeling about this Vasco...

Vasco Dias: I tell you one thing Terri, I wouldn't want to be either of the Conways right now, this could explode like a powder keg!

{Spike looks across the ring at Kathy and The Ace, a look of deep, deep pain on his eyes as he raises the microphone.}

Spike Kane: Of all the people who could, or would, kick me when I was down.....I never thought it would be you....

{There's an "oooh" from the crowd, and The Ace shakes his head a little, as Kathy tries to say "It's not like that"}

Spike Kane: I've been dealing with my grief....no, no....that's an outright lie. You see, I haven't been dealing with my grief, and that is the problem. I've been doing everything I can so that I don't have to grieve, I've been doing everything I can to not remind myself that I've lost my son....that I've lost...ANOTHER FUCKING SON!

Vasco Dias: Oh jeez, live mic...

{Spike's face turns red as he shouts across the ring, Kathy back steps a tad, and Ace takes a noticeable step infront of her, all but locking eyes with Spike.}

Spike Kane: But have it your way Kitty Kat....you want to throw Jacobsen at me, to try and take away THE ONLY THING I HAVE LEFT!? .....his blood is on your conscience, if you think what I did to Johnny Gillmen a few weeks ago was bad? You haven't seen anything yet! I will end Andrew Jacobsen, and you will have nobody and nothing to blame....but yourself!

{Spike all but spits the words at Kathy as he gets as close to her as he can with The Ace in between the two, Kathy seems to sum up some courage though as she spits right back at Spike.}

Kathy Conway: Oh, you might think so, but it is my absolute pleasure to tell you that due to your breach of contract? Your God of Steel stipulation has been banned, and your match with Mr Jacobsen will be a straight up Man of Steel rules match!

{Spike's eyes go wide, and his face looks like it's going to pop. The Ace firmly places himself between the two, no Spike locks eyes with him, a look of almost betrayal in the eyes of Spike.}

Kathy Conway: Nothing you do to me will bring him back Spike, if you want to hurt me....do it....then we won't have to wait til next week, because IF you lay a finger on me? I have the full authority to strip you of your title and fire you here tonight!

{With an absolute roar of rage, Spike grabs The Ace and shoves him out of the way hard, force him to the outside landing awkwardly. He glares at Kathy who looks up to Spike, but slowly backs way. She's not exactly backing down, but she's not stupid either....aaaand the two have a bit of a history. Spike clenches his fists and is about to clock her when the crowd erupt as Andrew Jacobsen comes bolting to the ring. He slides into the ring just as Spike turns around, Spike swings wildly as Andrew ducks underneath and hits the opposite ropes, coming back with a huge diving forearm. Spike staggers to his feet and Andrew goes for another one, but Spike pulls back on the ropes, and drops to the apron, pulling himself out of the ring, and snatching his Man of Steel championship as he does so. He stares daggers at Andrew Jacobsen, who is watching Spike but checking on Kathy, as The Ace climbs back into the ring, thanking Andrew.}

Vasco Dias: I never thought I'd ever say the words, but thank god for Andrew Jacobsen.....even if Kathy was asking for it.

Terri Morasco: What!?

Vasco Dias: Look, a grieving parent is pretty unpredictable right? ....no say that grieving parent is Spike freaking Kane? Why provoke that beast? WHY?

Terri Morasco: You raise a valid point, but no woman deserves to have a man lay his hands on her Vasco, ever.

Vasco Dias: Unless it's self defence!

Terri Morasco: Regardless, this huge announcement has just been made....Andrew Jacobsen versus Spike Kane next week at Open Fight Night for the Man of Steel Championship, but the kicker is, if Spike doesn't show he not only loses the title but he loses his contract too!

Vasco Dias: And! It's not going to be a God of Steel match as Kathy banned those rules, it's a regular Man of Steel match!

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SINGLES MATCH
Gabriela Luna vs Amber Richards

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{The relentless opening chords of "Vortex" by Los Savants crash out as Gabriela Luna dashes out onto the stage, throwing her fist into the air to the cheers of the crowd. She shouts at the crowd, beckoning them on with her hands, and grins widely at them before turning and charging down the ramp.}

Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, weighing in at 105 pounds, Gabriela Luna!

Terri Morasco: Gabriela Luna’s coming off of a big win in her last appearance, taking out Fiona McFly. Can she keep it rolling against her toughest opponent to date?

Vasco Dias: I would question anyone else’s chances, and I’m still not 100% sold, but I think she’ll make a fight of it here, no question about it.

{Gabriela leaps and slides feet-first under the bottom rope, rolling to her feet and coming up with a defiant shout of joy. She runs over to the nearest empty corner, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle and further beckoning the crowd on before hopping down into a crouch and waiting for the match to start.}

Alison Valance: And her opponent…

{"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, weighing in at 130 pounds, she is the Blood Diamond, Amber Richards!

Terri Morasco: Amber’s coming off of a tough loss to Kate Steele here. Vasco, if you’re Amber Richards, what do you do to get back in the win column?

Vasco Dias: Look in the mirror and remember that I’m one of only two women to ever hold the Diamonds Championship three times. And once I’ve done that, look in the mirror some more, because DAMN.

{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: Both of these women look like they’re ready here tonight, so let’s get to the action!

{The bell rings, and both women circle each other. Amber reaches out for a lock-up, and as Gabriela’s hand moves out to oblige her Amber delivers a vicious kick to her opponent’s sternum. She follows up with a trio of forearm strikes, each one staggering Gabriela back, and backs her into the ropes, slinging her off and delivering a hip toss which Amber smoothly transitions into a neckbreaker! Gabriela staggers up and back into the corner, and Amber grabs her wrist again, whipping Gabriela into the opposite turnbuckles and coming screaming in after her with a leaping knee strike that rocks Gabriela’s head back! She slumps out of the corner, and Amber goes for an early cover!

ONE!
KICKOUT! Amber is undeterred, slipping straight into a kneeling chinlock and yanking back on the hold. Gabriela struggles against her grip, trying to find leverage, but Amber’s grip is ironclad.}

Terri Morasco: An excellent early flurry from Amber Richards. Vasco, this is the type of offense we’re used to seeing out of Amber.

Vasco Dias: It’s scary how vicious she can be in that ring when she gets going, not going to lie. She needs to keep this match on the mat, where her expertise lies, and not let Gabriela get moving.

{Gabriela struggles to shift her frame underneath Amber, the Englishwoman using her height and weight advantages to ground and wear down her opponent. She manages to whip an elbow into Amber’s ribs, buying a small amount of purchase, and follows up with a second. Amber lets go enough for Gabriela to roll out and to her side, and she follows up with a lunging forearm that knocks Amber to the mat! Gabriela scrambles up, diving between the ropes to the apron, and measures Amber as she stands, springboarding back in with a knee strike to Amber’s temple! Gabriela covers!

ONE!
KICKOUT! Gabriela shakes her head, rolling to the outside quickly, and measures Amber, eyeing her up cautiously.}

Terri Morasco: Luna with her own flurry there, but what’s she thinking now?

Vasco Dias: She’s not thinking, she’s just acting. That’s how she wrestles.

{Amber pulls herself towards the same side of the ring apron, unaware that Gabriela’s waiting for her. Gabriela yanks her forward so her head’s hanging off of the apron, delivering a quick downward elbow strike to the base of her neck, and backs up, charging and leaping with a jumping kneelift! Amber rolls back into the ring, clutching her head, and Gabriela leaps up onto the apron, slingshotting in with a tope atomico! She covers again!

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Gabriela shakes her head, exhaling through clenched teeth.}

Terri Morasco: Gabriela’s got that momentum on her side, can she capitalize?

Vasco Dias: She has to. We’ve seen what happens when someone gets that one big moment against Gabriela, and she doesn’t want to give Amber that opening.

{Gabriela takes a few steps forward before charging the ropes, and as she rebounds off the ropes Amber leaps up and delivers a jumping calf kick! Gabriela hits the mat, bouncing up, and Amber delivers a sharp elbow strike that drives Gabriela into the ropes. Amber moves in, delivering a series of rapid-fire kicks to Gabriela’s midsection, and whips her off the ropes again, catching her with a beautiful dropsault! Amber scrambles into the cover!

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Amber groans, shouting up at the referee to count three. She stands up, planting her boot on Gabriela’s face, and begins to argue with the ref, who’s trying to get her to step off of the prone Gabriela.}

Terri Morasco: Oh, come on! She’s going to crush her skull!

Vasco Dias: This is brilliant strategy! Get any advantage you can!

{Finally, Amber steps off of Gabriela, hauling her up by her hair and throwing her a fair distance! Gabriela hauls herself back up by the ropes, and Amber charges at her, looking for a running Yakuza kick…only for Gabriela to duck and pull down the top rope, letting Amber catch herself awkwardly on the top rope and bowl to the outside with her momentum! Gabriela yanks herself back up to her feet, watching Amber slowly crawl up to regain her footing, and makes a hand-gun motion at Amber, hitting the near ropes, then the far, and coming hurtling through them with the ARROW OF ARTEMIS! Gabriela drills Amber with the suicide dive, quickly getting to her feet, and hauls the larger Richards up, throwing her back into the ring!}

Terri Morasco: ARROW OF ARTEMIS! What an incredible dive from Gabriela Luna!

Vasco Dias: You can’t win the match outside the ring, Terri. She’s gotta pin her!

{Gabriela twirls her hands, signaling for a big move, and as Amber stands back up she springboards back in with the HEELS OVER HEAD dragonrana…

…but gets CUT OUT OF THE AIR BY A SUPERKICK FROM AMBER RICHARDS! Gabriela’s forward momentum just as quickly turns into backwards momentum, and she’s sent spiraling backwards!}

Terri Morasco: OH MY GOD!

Vasco Dias: Thank God we have dental, ‘cause she’s gonna need it!

{Amber hauls Gabriela back towards the center of the ring, dropping down and hooking her leg!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE—KICKOUT! Amber once again shouts at the referee, demanding that she hear a three-count.}

Terri Morasco: I CANNOT believe that Gabriela kicked out of that superkick!

Vasco Dias: She’s a tough bitch, that’s for damn sure, but I think that kick took it all out of her.

{Amber pulls Gabriela back to her feet, rocking her with a big headbutt. She swings with a big clothesline, but Gabriela ducks under, still stumbling, and Amber spins around to confront her. Gabriela has recovered enough to nail a spinning heel kick to Amber’s stomach, still staggering, and shakes her head, breathing heavily. Gabriela grabs Amber’s arm, wrenching it, and tries to pull her in, but Amber holds her ground. Gabriela yanks again, and Amber responds by trying to whip Gabriela off to the ropes. This time, though, Gabriela’s able to use the momentum to her advantage, hauling Amber into a front facelock and lifting her enough to drop her with the AERIAL SPIKE! Amber’s spiked into the mat and Gabriela drops to a knee, looking at Amber’s already-stirring form in exhausted disbelief!}

Terri Morasco: Gabriela Luna with the Aerial Spike, but Amber Richards just refuses to stay down!

Vasco Dias: As fast and as brutal as Gabriela can be, Amber’s got a bloody-minded determination to her. She knows she’s the best, and she doesn’t like it being challenged.

{Gabriela manages to push back to her feet again, stumbling back into the ropes, and as Amber reaches a knee she runs at her, looking for the ONATOPP DRIVER!

…AMBER REACHES UP AND HANGS ON! Gabriela finds her momentum arrested yet again, and she fires a few punches down at Amber, who pushes herself to her feet with Gabriela in powerbomb position! Amber pops her up and over, but Gabriela lands on her feet, and meets Amber as she turns with LA TIJERA!}

Vasco Dias: LA TIJERA! Shades of Hugo Sanchez with that overhead kick!

Terri Morasco: From counter to counter, neither woman is willing to give in!

{Amber stumbles, and Gabriela slips beneath the ropes, measuring Amber carefully. She leaps up onto the top rope, ready to springboard in at Amber, but Amber rushes over and scoops her into a fireman’s carry! Amber takes a few steps forward, Gabriela squirming on her shoulders, as the crowd boos her mercilessly.}

Vasco Dias: That was the last chance for Gabriela. This has got to be it! This has GOT to be it!

Terri Morasco: Amber has her in position! Bloody Murder v3 coming up!

{As Amber pops Gabriela off for the move, however, Gabriela wraps her legs around Amber’s head, turning the move into a spike hurricanrana! Gabriela back-rolls to her feet, and Amber gets right up as well, still staggering. Amber leaps forward, tagging Gabriela with another SUPERKICK! She grabs the staggered Luna, hooking her in for the BLOODY MURDER V1!

…but Gabriela over-rotates, hooking Amber’s head and flipping through the move straight into the SUDDEN IMPACT! The crowd roars for the counter, and Gabriela floats over into the cover, hooking the near leg and grinding her forearm into Amber’s face!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE! The bell rings, and Gabriela lets go of the cover, grinning as “Vortex” plays over the PA.}

Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Gabriela Luna!

Terri Morasco: What a phenomenal counter! Gabriela Luna walks away here with her biggest win to date!

Vasco Dias: I didn’t think it was going to happen, but I’m starting to believe in Gabriela Luna. I would have NEVER called her beating Amber, and there were some points in this match that I would have said it was a flat impossibility.

Terri Morasco: Gabriela’s been calling for opportunities, and she’s made the most of her last two. What a win, and what a match!

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SEGMENT
”Recuperation”

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Terri Morasco: Ladies and gentlemen, we have some footage to show you. IWF cameras caught up with Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen after their two out of three falls match at Metamorphosis, and they got to some interesting conversations.

Vasco Dias: I can only wonder about what.

{The screen cross-cuts to the mentioned footage. The IWF cameras enter the IWF training room we see Nighthawk on an elevated gurney with an IV in his left arm providing electrolytes after an absolutely brutal and draining 2-out-of-3 falls match with Andrew Jacobsen, but as the camera zooms out, we also see Andrew Jacobsen sitting there with the entirety of his left arm in ice. Glancing over at the man who was his opponent Nighthawk slowly opens his eyes, and glances over at the "North Star".}

Nighthawk: We need to talk.

Andrew Jacobsen: About?

Nighthawk: I've traveled the world, and no one I've ever been in the ring with has hit me like that. Ever.

{Andrew chuckles, wincing faintly as his left shoulder flexes slightly with the movement.}

Andrew Jacobsen: Fair point. I've been hit hard, I've been tied in knots, I've been given vertigo...but never all at the same time. Not like you can do.

{Nighthawk smiles, looking down at the IV in his left arm.}

Nighthawk: We can't do this to each other again. Our careers wouldn't be the same. But maybe, just maybe, if we focused on being partners we could make some real noise.

{Andrew nods, a contemplative look crossing his face.}

Andrew Jacobsen: ...you know, I'm pretty sure you're right. Tell you what...I've got this date with the God of Xtreme on my dance card. Once he's clear...we put that in motion. Sound fair?

{Nighthawk smiles as he leans back}

Nighthawk: Sounds fair to me. If you want, I'll be in your corner for that match.

Andrew Jacobsen: The match is the match is the match. Moment that bell rings twice, if he tries to take my head I would love a second body in my corner. I appreciate the gesture.

{Nighthawk nods again at Andrew, smile not leaving his face.}

Nighthawk: Of course. We'll talk more when we're done here.

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THREE ON TWO HANDICAP TAG TEAM MATCH
By order of Roberto Verona, this contest will be a test worthy only of a real Champion.
Mike Laszlo, Alex Jones, & The Ace vs Noah Field & Cable Arcane

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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a handicap match ordered by Roberto Verona…

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

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

Terri Morasco: This is quite the formidable team to establish Cable’s supposed legitimacy…

Vasco Dias: This isn’t fair. This is the highest of odds I’ve ever heard of in my life.

Alison Valance: And one of his partners…

{The lights in the arena dim with the opening chords and then start to flash red, blue and white in rotation as the guitar riff kicks in, joined by the drums. Then the lyrics to "Brotherhood Of Man" by Motorhead begin and the circular steel platform that The Ace is stood upon with his back towards us and the Union Jack Flag draped across his shoulders, begins to turn. The platform is decorated to look like a roulette wheel. Slowly it spins a full one-eighty degrees and we now see The Ace facing us as Kathy Conway is on a single bended knee on the right side of the stage. Cards begin to fall from the rafters. Kathy offers him her hand and The Ace waits a moment before stepping off the platform and grasping the hand of his wife, who is carrying his signature steel rake in her other hand.

The couple proudly walk through the shower of falling cards, hand in hand. At the foot of the ramp, the cards stop falling as the couple share a passionate kiss. The Ace then confidently struts over to the steel steps as Kathy remains at ringside, armed. The Ace climbs the steel steps towards the ropes and steps through them. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down, handing the flag over to a stagehand and he walks to the middle of the ring, the lights returning to normal…}

Alison Valance: Residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 260 pounds...JAKE…”THE ACE”...CONWAY!

Terri Morasco: The Ace has a bone to pick with The House, and I’m sure can’t wait to get his hands on the Imperial Champion.

Vasco Dias: He’s been picking his spot...he’s too much of a coward to face the champion face to face.

Alison Valance: And now, for the final member of this team…

{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to an abundance of cheers from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, Alexis by his side holding his other hand.}

Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds…MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO!

{The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of cheers. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a sly grin on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match.}

Terri Morasco: This man made a statement against the House at Survival of the Fittest, so you know that he too wants a piece of Cable as he’s made known.

Vasco Dias: That’s the worst mistake of his life, and when he gets in the ring with the Best in the World, he’s going to make him pay.

Alison Valance: And their opponents...first…

{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...The Heir Apparent...NOAH FIELD!

Terri Morasco: This man makes me sick. He loses to JFK and finds a stupid loophole and uses a clause in his contract to have it stricken from the record books.

Vasco Dias: So he’s still undefeated...keep the ball rolling.

Terri Morasco: Please…

Alison Valance: And his partner…

{The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Long live the Chief” by Jidenna begins to play.}

****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief
For a li' ol' thang lil' boys bang bang
Long Live the Chief
****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the king, but
Long Live the Chief
Now watch pretty mama while I slang my cane
Long Live the Chief
Uh

{As the song kicks into gear Cable Arcane marches out onto the ramp with the Imperial Championship held high up over his head as the crowd goes into boos. Laura Howlett is close behind him and joins him at his side as Cable stands at the center of the stage with a spotlight shining down on him the darkness. Finally Cable drops the belt over his shoulder and starts to make his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face, completely ignoring the crowd, Laura marches besides him. As he reaches the steps he climbs up, taking his time before climbing into the ring one leg at a time, taking the belt off his shoulder and throwing it up over his head, Laura applauds him from the outside.}

Alison Valance: From Hartford, Connecticut, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the reigning, defending, IWF Imperial Champion...CABLE...ARCAAAANE!

{Cable raises the title high overhead as Ace and Mike and even Jones all have words for him. The two teams have words and it’s determined that Alex Jones and Noah Field will start out. The two meet in the center of the ring, and Noah lets his arrogance be known, slapping the former Imperial Champion right in the mouth. Alex turns back furious and chases Noah into his corner where Noah tags in the champion who looks at him peculiarly.}

Terri Morasco: So he slaps a guy in the mouth and runs...what a coward.

Vasco Dias: Mind games Terri...mind games.

{Alex backs up as Cable steps into the ring.}

Vasco Dias: This is the past meeting the present.

Terri Morasco: I’m sure Alex would take exception to that.

Vasco Dias: I don’t concern myself with the opinions of others.

{The two men stand in the center of the ring and lock horns in a collar and elbow tie up. Alex starts backing the champion towards a corner, but Cable switches things around and it’s Alex who gets driven back. The referee looks for a clean break, stepping between Cable and Alex, but Cable charges right back in, driving his shoulder into Alex before pulling him out of the corner and hooking both arms, flipping him up and over with a Underhook Suplex. Alex lands hard as Cable slides over and hooks the leg for a pin, only getting a two count.}

Terri Morasco: It’s going to take more than that to beat Alex Jones.

Vasco Dias: Not lately…

{Cable grabs Alex by the head but Alex hits Cable in the gut with a couple of elbows before heading toward the ropes, only to have Cable grab him by the hair and yank him down to the mat with a smirk on his face. Feeling confident, Cable grabs Alex by the waistline and back of the head and hurls him shoulder first into the turnbuckle, daring Mike or The Ace to tag themselves in. Mike shrugs his shoulders and smacks the back of Alex, stepping in the ring to an ovation.}

Terri Morasco: Mike Laszlo finally gets his shot at Cable Arcane.

Vasco Dias: You mean the Best in the World finally gets to make Laszlo pay.

{The two eyeball one another and lock up in the center of the ring with Mike taking the quick advantage, switching behind Cable who hits him in the side of the head with an elbow, causing Mike to release his grasp. Cable runs to the ropes and as he returns, goes for the Bicycle Kick, but Mike ducks and fires off a Superkick to the face of the champion!}

Terri Morasco: I think I saw a tooth fly out!

Vasco Dias: Don’t tout him...his head will grow.

{Mike goes for the cover, but only gets a two count, but waste no time regaining the advantage, pulling the champion to his feet. He throws him through the ropes and pulls him back in, looking to drive the dangling champion into the mat, but Cable pulls his feet in and dumps Mike over the top rope and to the outside.}

Terri Morasco: A nice reversal there, I have to admit.

Vasco Dias: What’s wrong with admitting it?

Terri Morasco: I never questioned Cable’s abilities...just his attitude.

{Cable rolls out of the ring, grabbing Mike and pulling him up from the floor, only to send him into the steps at ringside, making a loud thud. Cable rolls Mike back into the ring and looks as if he’s stalking him. Mike gets to his feet but Cable lifts him onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, but as Cable steps forward, Mike slides off and as Cable turns around, Mike kicks him hard in the gut with a Spinning Back Kick, doubling the champion over before running to the ropes and coming back with a knee right to the side of the head of Cable.}

Vasco Dias: NO!

Terri Morasco: SHOT OF MALICE!

{Mike bounces off the ropes and comes back, falling into the cover…

1!

2!!

NO!

Mike stands up and signifies the end of the match. He lifts Cable to his feet, but Cable breaks away Mike’s grip and leaps up, hitting a hard knee to the face, knocking Mike straight back as Cable falls back towards his corner. Cable reaches out when Noah reaches up to his face, rubbing his eyes.}

Terri Morasco: What the hell?

Vasco Dias: He looks as if he has something in his eyes.

Terri Morasco: But Cable is reaching out for the tag!

{Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Ace reaches over and tags the outstretched hand of Mike. Ace pulls himself into the ring and looks at the shenanigans going on by Noah, and with neither man paying attention, Ace runs over and blasts Noah off the apron, and as he bounces off the ropes, falls into a Dropkick to the face of Cable!}

Terri Morasco: Jake taking out both men!

Vasco Dias: What a cheap shot!

Terri Morasco: I’m sure Noah wouldn’t have done the same.

{Ace pulls Cable to his feet, kicking him in the gut before under hooking both arms, lifting him in the air and driving him back first across the knee for a Double Underhook Backbreaker. Cable rolls off the knee toward the center, Ace hooks the leg for the cover…

1!

2!!

NO!

Cable kicks out as Ace sits up and nods his head with a smirk.}

Terri Morasco: Cable showing resilience here.

Vasco Dias: He’s the champion...he’s full of resilience.

{Ace stands to his feet and measures Cable who is now on all fours. Ace runs up and looks for the FameAcer, but Cable turns, grabbing hold of Ace, sweeping his own legs out, driving the Ace down with a Sitout Powerbomb!}

Vasco Dias: What a counter by the champion!

Terri Morasco: Both men are down.

{Cable crawls over to his corner and reaches out to tag Noah who has his arm outstretched, but his head snaps when Mark Mercer hands him his phone. He turns his back to Cable while talking on his cell phone.}

Vasco Dias: That must be an important call…

Terri Morasco: Are you kidding me!? He’s in the middle of a freaking match!

{Cable is to his feet and spins Noah around, the phone flying through the air. The two yell at one another when The Ace comes from behind, nailing the Russian Roulette (The Stroke) ON CABLE! Noah has no reaction as Ace waits for Cable to be on all fours before running in and this time hitting him with the FameAcer! Alex and Mike run in to cut off Noah who stands on the apron as Ace hooks the leg…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell rings as Noah drops down from the apron and starts to the ramp.}

Alison Valance: Here are your winners, the team of Alex Jones, Mike Laszlo, and Jake “The Ace” CONWAY!

{The faces celebrate in the ring as Ace’s music plays throughout the arena. Cable is at the foot of the ramp, clutching at his title, looking over his shoulder at Noah who is simply shaking his head in disgust. We go back to Cable before going back to the ring where the threesome celebrate as the IWF and Sacrifice Logos appear on the screen.}