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Post by Riley Gordon on Feb 21, 2017 5:19:12 GMT
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DARK MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
Gonzo Murdock vs Jimmy Zane
---------------------------------------------------------- {Prior to the main show, in a match to rev up the fans, Gonzo Murdock and Jimmy Zane put on quite the display, but in the end, it was Gonzo coming up with the victory tapping him out with the âPayday!â Submission hold in the center of the ring.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âJane Saysâ
---------------------------------------------------------- Staff: So then she said.. {The staff conversation was cut off as the metal door that lead outside was violently flung open, slamming hard into the concrete wall like a thunderclap. The two men who'd been having that conversation ran like olympic sprinters as the God of Extreme and Man of Steel Champion Spike Kane crossed the threshhold, carrying his gear. Determined strides carried him around a corner until he was face to face with a man in facepaint, the one called Falcon. They stared at one another a long moment, until Spike boomed a single word.}Spike Kane: WHAT!? {Falcon made several complex and exasperated hand gestures, trying to convey what he wanted without speaking, as he was prone to do. Aside from telling that he was frustrated with Spike in some fashion, little can be gained from it. Spike's impassive face turns into a frown, then a scowl.}Spike Kane: You frickin son of a bitch, stop this shit and out with it! Jane: He wants to know what gives... {Eyes suddenly turned to the woman standing slightly behind the bird man, who stepped into frame. Jane was smiling with a smug sweetness.}Jane: He wants to know why the farce. How you can be so upset about all your personal demons that you've just fail to show up for a big pay per view match against a high tier opponent, but the second your title is threatened you waltz right in and run over a well meaning but outclassed kid like Jacobsen. He doesn't believe you had any tragedy to begin with.. {Both men looked at the woman hard. Spike with fury, Falcon with disbelief, as if he and his agent weren't on the same page. Spike's cold eyes turned back to the man standing before him, the free hand not holding his back curling into a fist.}Jane: Yea, you heard me. It's a ploy, like the cancer, like the myraid of other things you've lied about to get what you want. So easy to ditch out on a match you might lose because of the grieving father card, wasn't it? Whole world behind you then? Face it, if it really meant anything to you, you'd of just let Jacobsen have the belt and gone to do your own thing. No, the only thing that's ever mattered is Spike frickin Kane. {Spike stared hard at the man. Falcon looked back at him. Jane started to back away. Then all hell broke loose. Falcon started to shake his head, as he started to clarify things, and Spike promptly punched him hard in the face, knocking him back. Spike dropped his bag where he was standing, and grabbed the stumbling man, throwing him into one of the steel crates that carried the video equipment, head first. One kick to the head, followed by him grabbing the crate itself and then turning it over so it landed right on the man's back.}Spike Kane: You think you can judge me you preachy piece of shit!? You know.. NOTHING! {Spike looked around, wild eyed, as if trying to find the woman and give her an ass kicking too, but she was long gone. Falcon was groaning and painstakingly pulling himself out from under the crate, only to be drug back to his feet, and slammed into a door. Then he was thrown through the door. A mass of thumps and noises from behind it as the door swung slowly closed, showing the sign marked 'Stairs.' Spike exhaled in a huff of rage, and then grabbed his bag, walking off in a different direction with a different intent.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âWatch Your Stepâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {The scene opens up inside the Smoothie King Centre, New Orleans. The corridors are busy & bustling, yet the faint sound of a Sacrifice in full flow is still audible above the buzz of various IWF alumni going about their business in the confines of the arena.
The camera picks up âThe Underdogâ, Will Peterson, flanked by his manager and longtime friend Jayson Jacques, walking briskly through the busy corridor. His expression is neutral, his body language at ease⌠until he collides heavily with a tall, broad figure travelling quickly in the other direction, sending Peterson sprawling into the nearest wall.}Will Peterson: âHey⌠watch where the fuâŚ-â {Peterson spun round to come face-to-face with the man he had collided with⌠a certain âDemon of Sobrietyâ Dorian Hawkhurst. For a split second, Dorianâs face showed anger, but upon seeing Peterson, his face broke out into a mischievous smile.}Dorian Hawkhurst: âYou want to be careful, Willy. Donât want to do yourself a mischief right before your big match tonight.â {The Demon of Sobriety bent down slowly to pick up a pair of sunglasses that had flown from his head in the collision, placing them carefully onto the top of his head. Peterson could do nothing but glower back.}Dorian Hawkhurst: âWatch your step, Willy. I certainly will beâŚâ {With that, Dorian turned and disappeared into the crowd of staff, road agents and other nameless people found backstage at an IWF event. Peterson watched him every step of the way, before turning on his heel and storming off in the opposite direction.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
El Grande Malo vs Zasshu
---------------------------------------------------------- { The house lights dim slightly as the words âOLĂâ appear on the screen. The fans begin chanting along with the music as El GrandĂŠ Malo bursts out from behind the curtain. He stomps his way out to the center of the stage, bouncing up and down in time with the music. He hops up and down pointing into the air and quickly begins jogging down toward the ring, slapping the outstretched hands along the way, before sliding into the ring and heading for the nearest corner. He scales the turnbuckles and continues to hype up the chanting crowd before dropping down and pulling on the nearby top rope, stretching while waiting for the match to begin. }Vasco Dias: Malo looks pretty excited for a man who is about to get his ask kicked by the masked Mexican from Japan. Terri Morasco: Iâm not sure he understands whatâs about to happen here. Vasco Dias: Iâm sure heâll get it when he wakes up in the hospital. { The arena lights dim to a low hue as a golden spot light shines on the stage, the opening to Trivium's "Villainy Thrives" begins to play as the golden light strobes to the piano. Once the song kicks into gear Zasshu comes exploding out from the stage with a burst of pyro and to boos from the crowd. He lands in a crouched position and looks all around before standing up and holding his fists up over his head. Laura Howlett marches out from the back and walks beside Zasshu as they head toward the ring. Zasshu sprints ahead of her and springs off a trampoline over the top rope and front flipping before landing on his feet. From there he runs to the ropes and leaps onto the second rope in the corner and holds his fists up again over his head as Laura Howlett claps from the outside. }Terri Morasco: Malo has been a slight annoyance to Laura Howlett in recent weeks and this match is her solution. She wants Zasshu to destroy him. Vasco Dias: Which I believe is absolutely whatâs about to happen here tonight. Terri Morasco: Iâm not so sure, Zasshu hasnât had his head in the game this last month, heâs suffered quite a few losses. Vasco Dias: That doesnât make him any less dangerous and Malo any more capable of handling him. Terri Morasco: Maybe, maybe not. { Malo runs up to Zasshu and wraps his arms around before turning him to face the entrance ramp where he starts to beg for their âopponentsâ to come to the ring. Zasshu just looks at him quizzically as Laura Howlett laughs. }Vasco Dias: He really thinks this is a tag match! Terri Morasco: Yeah, this isnât going to end well. { Laura asks for a microphone as she walks up the steps and stands on the apron. }Laura Howlett: How freaking stupid are you!? { Malo turns and looks at her with a head tilt. }Laura Howlett: This isnât a tag team match, Malo! This is a singles match and my client, Zasshu!? Heâs going to destroy you! Ring the damn bell!!! { The referee calls for the bell as Malo now turns to face Zasshu who stands stone still like a statue glaring at Malo. Malo starts to say something as Zasshu takes a step toward him, Laura screaming at him from the apron to âDESTROY HIM!â }Vasco Dias: I think Malo gets how deep heâs in it right now. Terri Morasco: He may want to consider running, when Zasshu is on he is extremely dangerous. Vasco Dias: And with Laura calling the shots, heâs borderline unstoppable. { Malo doesnât look like he wants to have this match as Zasshu takes another step toward him but he seems to be hesitating. }Vasco Dias: What the hell is he doing? Terri Morasco: I donât know, Zasshu is normally the aggressor in a match. { Laura starts to yell again and slowly he turns to look at her as she screams. âWHAT ARE YOU DOING!? DESTROY HIM ALREADY!!!â Zasshu looks back at Malo who seems to be pleading with his eyes for Zasshu not to do it. Malo is seen mouthing âMi amigoâ at Zasshu who finally drops his head and turns on his heels. }Terri Morasco: Wait, heâs leaving? { Laura looks pissed âWHAT ARE YOU DOING!?â Zasshu hops out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp and away from the ring as the referee starts to count. Malo looks on from the ring a little shocked as Laura continues. âGET BACK HERE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I WILL HAVE YOUR CAREER!â But Zasshu doesnât seem to care as he disappears into the back. }Terri Morasco: Zasshu just refused to fight Malo. Vasco Dias: Why, itâs an easy win? Terri Morasco: Maybe heâs tired of being Lauraâs personal hitman! Vasco Dias: What an absolute idiot! { The referee officially counts Zasshu out as Malo is declared the winner but he isnât in the mood to celebrate as he looks worried about the man who just left. Laura on the other hand rages from ringside.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âThe British Inquisitionâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {The scene opens once again in one of the many corridors of the arena; this area is less busy, and we almost immediately pick up Will Peterson and Jayson Jacques. The two are walking in silence together, though their appearances couldnât be more strikingly different â Jacques walking with a slow, languid gait, his expression almost unreadable, whilst Peterson storms slightly ahead of his manager, a look of serious irritation spread across his features.
The two reach a small locker room, apparently earmarked for their personal use. Peterson roughly pushes the door open⌠and stops dead in his tracks as he regards the scene in front of him.
The room has been completely trashed. Broken, damaged furniture lay askew on all four sides of the room, clothes hangers and other such paraphernalia strewn across the entire carpet, which was gradually being stained by the contents of an entire drinks rider that had been upturned, and was now slowly seeping out.}Will Peterson: âWhat the fuâŚ-â {Peterson runs a hand through his hair, looking as if heâd had quite enough of this shit for one day already. He scans the room for something, anything that could point to the source or culprit of this chaos⌠and his eyes fell upon a pair of sunglasses practically winking up at him from amongst the rubble.
He steps carefully into the room, picking his way through the rubble, before dropping to a knee and extricating the eyewear from the surrounding debris. He turns to Jayson, who simply stares back wordlessly, a look of bewilderment on his face.}Will Peterson: âHawkhurst.â {The Underdog springs suddenly to his feet and, still clutching the sunglasses, pushes past his manager and practically sprints out of the room. The camera bobs up and down, highlighting the effort of the cameraman in trying to keep up with Petersonâs pace, but it is not long before The Underdog finds his target.}He eyeballs "The Demon of Sobriety" from across the arenaâs open catering area, Hawkhurst chatting amiably with one of the many nameless IWF crew. Peterson stomps over, holding out the sunglasses accusingly, hollering at Hawkhurst whilst still several yards away. Will Peterson: âWhat, in the name of all that is holy, do you call THIS?!â {Hawkhurst regards Peterson and the offending eyewear with a mixture of surprise and vague amusement. When he speaks, it was in a tone dripping with patronizing sarcasm.}Dorian Hawkhurst: âWell⌠we in the United States would call those âshadesâ, Willy. We wear them when the sun is shining, see, to protect our eyes. I understand that coming from England, you might not quite get the concept of sun shining, or good dental ca...â {Peterson stepps closer to The Demon of Sobriety in an obvious act of aggression and intimidation, cutting him off mid-sentence.}Will Peterson: âDonât be smart, Hawkhurst. These have been found in a locker room that has been completely trashed. MY locker room! You were wearing these earlier and you arenât wearing them now. It doesnât take a genius to work it out.â Dorian Hawkhurst: âA good job, really, because a genius you are not, Mr. Peterson.â Will Peterson: âWhat the fuck were you doing in my locker room, Hawkhurst?â Dorian Hawkhurst: âI wasnât in there.â Will Peterson: âThen how the fuck do you explain THESE?â Dorian Hawkhurst: âTheyâre not mine.â {Will Peterson tosses the sunglasses to the floor, shattering them with a single downward movement of his right foot. Hawkhurst barely flinched.}Will Peterson: âYouâre not making this any easier for yourself, Hawkhurst. You continue to make these mistakes, to show what an incompetent, meddling fool you are. I swear to God, if I find out you have even the smallest involvement in this, there will be Hell to pay, you hear?!â {Hawkhurst merely smiled blithely back, taking a long glug of whatever beverage he was holding before addressing The Underdog.}Dorian Hawkhurst: âBelieve me, Will. You have no idea how close I have to come to Hell, and how far you still have to go before you experience its true horrors.â {Hawkhurst crumples the cup he had previously drained, tossing into the trash before turning and walking away from a still red-faced and heavily breathing Underdog.}Dorian Hawkhurst: âBesides, I'm an upfront kinda guy. If if was me, I'd stab you. Right in the chest so you knew who did it. I'll see you in the ring..." {Dorian begins walking away.}Dorian Hawkhurst: "...boy." ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Pandora Freeman vs Crystal Millar
---------------------------------------------------------- { As the Cahill Club Mix version of Sia's "Alive" plays, we see a twinkling starfield appear on-screen, followed by a shimmering white diamond featuring silhouetted photos of different faces in its center. The pink-and-silver-hued words "DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH TOURNAMENT - COMING SOON" then soon appear before we slowly transition back to the arena, when, as if on cue...
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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!
Iâm 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 isnât 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. }Terri Morasco: How about that, my friends! We here in IWF are proud to present the upcoming Diamond in the Rough Tournament... Vasco Dias: ...yeah, yeah. We go from hearin' an angelic voice in Sia to Diana Ross. How low can ya get? { Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin. }Terri Morasco: 'Ey, Diana Ross is a classic! Vasco Dias: She "might" be a classic...but she's in her 70s now. Big whoop. Terri Morasco: Oh, stop it--let's just get back to wrestling, and Crystal looks like she's ready as she'll ever be. Vasco Dias: Ready to lose again--as always T. That's just the price she pays for bein' such a drama queen. { "We all Recognise...That I'm ..the problem here."
The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glowsticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out slams Pandora, lit up like a christmas tree by UV, as lit slowly bleed back to the area Pandora dances down to the ring, easily gracing movements as she hops up the apron and climbs in before gripping the top rope and arching back down to touch the ring mat with her head and leaves her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music as she encoruages the crowd to move with her. }Vasco Dias: Ya know, if Pandora wasn't so...geeky, she'd be right up there with the likes of our past two Iron Maiden winners, Alexis Caffery and *coughcoughfifimcflappscoughcough* Terri Morasco: Why the hate towards Fiona? She's done nothing to offend anyone!?! Vasco Dias: That's the point. Pandora might've won the Diamond in the Rough award for 2016, BUT...has she capitalized on it? PFFFFFFT--fugeddaboudit! [DING!] { We start the match off as Pan and Crystal lock up in the center of the ring. Freeman takes command early, shooting the one-time actress into the ropes; Millar bounds off the strands, eating a dropkick for dinner--and a second one for dessert! Pandora quickly grabs a hold of her opponent, taking her to the deck first with a snap suplex, transitioning the maneuver into a second, higher-arcing vertical suplex. She then proceeds to apply a side headlock while on the mat. }Terri Morasco: Pan's off to a good start so far. Vasco Dias: Boring... { With the side headlock in place, Freeman positions herself upon Millar, creating a pinning combination. }1...! 2...!! KICKOUT!!! { Pan keeps the headlock cinched in good and tight as Crystal tries to squirm oout of the predicament. }Terri Morasco: I don't think I've seen anyone try to pin somebody with a side headlock before... Vasco Dias: Oh gee, I've done THAT before! Terri Morasco: Wha--in your DREAMS!?! { Millar uses her legs to full effect, flailing away until she's able to deliver an elbow to the ribs, breaking up the hold. The two women get up and proceed to jockey for position once more, but the former half-a-Ruby Champion seizes control, kicking Freeman in the gut before sending her for the ride. Pandora bounces off the ropes and into an armdrag takedown, followed by a second one--before being slammed down to the mat hard! Pan pulls herself back to her feet, stunned, where Millar is right there waiting; Crystal launches herself into the air, using the ropes as a spring before spiking Freeman into the canvas with a tornado DDT! }Terri Morasco: Right onto the external occipital protuberance! Vasco Dias: The WHAT!?! Terri Morasco: The back of the head sweetie... { Crystal smirks, drawing boos as she climbs up to the top; Pandora inches herself back to her feet, only to be taken down again via a slick-looking headscissor takedown! Millar goes for the cover... }1...! 2...!! NOPE!!! { Millar grits her teeth before chucking Freeman out of the ring and onto the floor before charging with a head full of steam, flying over the top rope with a suicide dive that knocks Pan onto the concrete! }Referee: ONE...TWO...!! { The zebra-dude starts counting now as Pandora and Crystal start trading slaps in front of the crowd! Freeman tries to pull Millar towards the ringpost, but the latter counters, and it's Pan's noggin that gets rammed in! }Referee: THREE...FOUR...!! { Pandora clutches her forehead before being chucked back into the ring! Crystal wags her finger, smiling as she pulls Freeman up to the top buckle before rolling her to the deck with an ultra-hurracanrana! Satisfied with her handiwork, Millar goes for the pin... }1...! 2...!! THREEEEE--NAHHHHH!!!! { Crystal stands up pissed. She turns her attention toward the man in stripes and begins barking about the "slow" count, but he stands his ground, even as she pokes him in the chest, by giving her the ol' two fingers! Meanwhile, she's unaware that Pan is slowly inching herself back to a vertical base, using the ropes as a guide, and with the fanbase at a fever pitch, Pan gets a second wind, jumping an unsuspecting former Ruby Champion from behind with her Tank Girl Muay Thai knee to the back of the skull! }Terri Morasco: POW! That's what happens when you argue with refs instead of doing your homework! Vasco Dias: Someone end this already... { Backing Crystal into the corner, Pandora plants her face first into the mat with a springboard bulldog off the second buckle before going for the cover. }1...! 2...!! THREEEEEEEAWWWWWW...!!! { Pandora sighs to herself, thinking "I gotta HAVE this, man!" before bodyslamming Millar in the center of the ring; she then climbs up to the top strand and springs off, attempting Ryl'eth Day Trip corkscrew moonsault...only to hit nothing but canvas as Millar rolls out of the way! Sensing the end herself, Crystal immediately goes to work, applying her dreaded THAT'S A WRAP Asai DDT/backstabber combination, leaving her opponent helpless as she goes for the cover! }1...! 2...!! THREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! [DING-DING-DING!!!] ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âShieldmaiden Contender isâŚâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {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 navy blue dress, diamond earrings, a diamond necklace and white high heel shoes. She begins her walk down the ramp.}Vasco Dias: Rumours have been circulating all week that Kathy Conway is here tonight to personally select Eternity's next Shieldmaiden challenger... Terri Morasco: If the history between Kathy and Eternity is anything to go by, one might be lead to think that the reason Kathy has taken such a vested interest in the current reigning Shieldmaiden is because she wants the title off the Champion... Vasco Dias: Or she's just doing her job, not everything is a giant conspiracy Terri... Terri Morasco: At Metamorphosis, Eternity was put through the biggest and most brutal test of her career in the first ever Diamonds Dragon Match, then again just last week Lizzy Dalmon was given the opportunity to stack the deck against Eternity as much as she could, who do you think signed off on all of that? Vasco Dias: And yet, in spite of all these supposed conspiracies, who is still champion? If Kathy really was a crackpot conspirator as you seem to be insinuating, do you really think Eternity would still have that title? Terri Morasco: Nevertheless, it is something to think about... {Kathy gets to the ring and climbs the steel steps into the ring. 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, before walking to the centre of the ring and raising her microphone..}Kathy Conway: The IWF Shieldmaiden. You know ever since I first stood in this ring eighteen months ago and announced that title, that position, as the natural successor to the Ruby Championship, it has held a rather special place in my heart - because being the IWF Shieldmaiden represents something very close to my heart. Something I've known as a part of this business my entire career, and something I've faced my whole life as a woman - the struggle to be respected. The struggle to be taken seriously in a profession still dominated by men. Any Diamond worth her salt on MY roster will attest to the fact that even in 2017, we have to work twice as hard for twice as long to be acknowledged in the same breath as some of the male legends that this business still lauds over. The IWF Shieldmaiden was conceived and founded on the principle that, as women, we will always have to work that little bit harder and endure that little bit more to make it in this industry. Over the entire history of the IWF Shieldmaiden, some women have met the challenge head on and made that position something to be coveted, women like the first ever Shieldmaiden, Kayla Richards, and former Shieldmaiden and current Diamonds Champion, Paige Garcia. Others, like Shea O'Hara have faltered under the pressure and weight of expectation... {Kathy pauses.}Kathy Conway: In short, the IWF Shieldmaiden has proven to be exactly what it was designed to be - a test of perseverance. A means to separate the warriors from the worms, and in spite of my personal feelings towards the current reigning Shieldmaiden, I have to admit that Eternity has risen to every challenge, vaulted every hurdle and passed every test of being a true warrior so far - just as I knew she would - you don't become a three time and the longest reigning Diamonds Champion in IWF history - if you're not already battle hardened and if you're not prepared for some of the biggest challenges in your career - that is why I have taken such a personal interest in Eternity's reign - to ensure that she is always challenged by the very best and the very brightest in MY Division - a Champion is only as good as the level of competition, after all... Vasco Dias: Well, I bet you feel silly now, don't you, Terri... Terri Morasco: Okay, maybe I was wrong. Maybe Kathy really is just doing what is best for business... Kathy Conway: That is why in six days at Danger Zone, Eternity will defend her position as the IWF Shieldmaiden, against another bright, young woman, who just like Eternity has risen to and conquered every challenge I've put before her in recent weeks... {Kathy gestures to the entrance way as she makes her announcement.}Kathy Conway: GABRIELA LUNA! {"Vortex" plays as Gabriela Luna walks out from the back, wearing a leather jacket and a grin on her face a mile wide. She walks down to the ring, picking up a little speed and leaping to slide beneath the bottom rope, and gets to her feet with a shout of joy. Gabriela climbs the nearby set of turnbuckles, playing to the crowd, who cheer her on wholeheartedly.}Terri Morasco: Well, she's been calling for a championship opportunity, and it looks like Gabriela Luna's requests have been heard by the powers that be! Vasco Dias: Even I can't deny the roll she's been on lately. This ought to be quite the conteâMeu Deus, she has a microphone. {Gabriela hops down, and indeed has grabbed a microphone from a member of the production crew at ringside. She twirls the mic up, grinning at Kathy.}Gabriela Luna: Gracias, Ms. Conway. You know, ever since I came to IWF, my goal was to make enough noise to get something like this to happen. This company is all about earning your place, no? Well, I got my opening, and at Danger Zone, I'ma show our Shieldmaiden what she ain't EVER dealt with befâ {Suddenly Gabriela's voice doesn't carry, as she taps the now useless microphone. She the looks at Kathy, who looks just as confused, but before she can request another, the lights go out around the arena, save for a single white spotlight, shining down from above on Gabriela.
Suddenly Eternity's voice can be heard singing in the darkness, serenading Gabriela.}Eternity: Moon River, wider than a mile... I'm crossing you in style, someday... Oh dream maker, you heartbreaker... Wherever you're going, I'm going your way... Two drifters, off to see the world... There's such a lot of world to see..eeheeeheeeheeeheeeeheeeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeehahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... {The spotlight goes out, leaving Gabriela in darkness once more. When the full arena lights return a moment later, Eternity stands in Kathy's place, the Shieldmaiden wrapped around her waist and a microphone in hand. The crowd erupt, and Gabriela does her best not to show any fear or intimidation in the face of her larger than life challenge, for the first time ever, face to face.}Eternity: How much of the world have you really seen, little one? Where have you been? Where are you going? You are here now, so welcome. Welcome to my world, I hope you see as much of it as I have before the warriors are fed to the worms. Before they throw you in some pretty pine box and nail the lid shut on all your hopes, dreams and aspirations of making it in this life. I accept her terms and yours. Now these are mine. They will be all at your end this weekend, watching. Hammer in hand, don't break a nail on your way to the coffin little one...I know I won't. At Danger Zone, only one of us is going back in that box... {The lights go out again, and moments later a single spotlight shines on a pine coffin, with hammer and nails laid on its lid. Eternity and her Shieldmaiden is gone, leaving Gabriela and the crowd to digest what just happened.}Vasco Dias: I think Eternity just accepted Gabriela as her next challenger... Terri Morasco: Yeah, but it looks like the fight will be on her terms, as she promised that somebody will be going in that coffin. {Gabriela stares at the coffin for a long moment, nodding to herself as if to build her confidence before speaking again. Her voice falters for a few moments before regaining much of its bravado as she picks up in volume and intensity.}Gabriela Luna: Okay...okay...yeah, you know what? I can dig it. I can dig it! And that ain't the only thing I'ma dig, 'cause I'm gonna dig you a grave you ain't NEVER gonna climb out of! You ain't got a way to put me down. I don't die. I'm a goddamn phoenix, and ÂĄLA FĂNIX! ÂĄESTA! ÂĄIN! ÂĄMOR! ÂĄTAL! {Gabriela drops the mic, defiantly climbing a turnbuckle and shouting at the crowd as "Vortex" plays and the crowd sounds its approval. She poses on the top rope for a few moments before dropping down, first to the apron and then to the floor. She stalks up the ramp, menace radiating off of her as we go to break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews vs Buck Spencer
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... {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.}
Last call now I'm outta time
And I don't got no valentine
Singled out, now I stand alone
The underdog in a modern world
Suburbia is hot tonight
But nothing seems to feel alright
I don't want your sympathy
I just need a little therapy
At least that's what they say to me.{With that Jayson pumps himself up and runs for the ring with intensity as the chorus starts.}
Hey ho let's go
I'm gonna start a riot
You don't wanna fight it
One two fuck you
Don't tell me what to do
I don't wanna be like you{He slides into the ring and all the lights in the arena start flashing black and orange really fast as Jayson climbs to a turnbuckle and yells into the crowd as they cheer back at him.}
Can't you see it's killing me
I'm my own worst enemy
Knock me down I'll keep on moving
It's the art of losing{The music starts to fade as Jayson waits for his opponent...}
Alison Valance: And his opponent... {The lights go out as âMouth for Warâ 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 doesnât have any special motions, he just holds one arm in the air and makes his way to the ring.}
Terri Morasco: This match should be a good one. You have the former Joker In The Pack winner in Jayson Matthews against the man who was the runner up in the Cruiserweight Invitational, Buck Spencer. Vasco Dias: Both had a lot to say heading into this thing, let's find out who can back up their words. {The two men wait for the bell to ring and as it does, they meet in the center of the ring, locking up with Jayson getting the advantage, backing Buck into the corner. The referee asks for a clean break and gets one and the two circle the ring again before locking up, and this is where Buck takes advantage by going behind Jayson, running him into the ropes and falling back for a roll up that only gets a two count. The two then spring to their feet as the crowd shows their appreciation.}
Terri Morasco: These two showing some technical skill here. Vasco Dias: Which is a little strange for Buck considering... {Before Vasco can finish, Buck charges in, taking Jayson down with a double leg takedown before unloading right hands on the man from Detroit. Jayson manages to push him off, but as quickly as Buck is pushed off, he dives on top of Jayson with an Elbow Drop across the chest. He then gets to his feet and pulls Jayson up to his feet. He backs him into the ropes and whips him to the far side, taking a few steps forward and as Jayson rebounds, Buck flips him through the air with a hard Powerslam, hooking the leg, again only getting a two count.}
Vasco Dias: Buck has been pretty dominant here thus far. Terri Morasco: That he has, and Jayson needs to find a way to mount an offensive. {Buck again pulls Jayson to his feet and whips him into the corner. Buck follows in and jumps up for a Mokey Flip out of the corner, but Jayson grabs hold of his legs, Buck landing on his back. Jayson stands him up on his shoulders before catapulting him toward the corner. Buck lands on the middle turnbuckle though, and as Jayson gets up, Buck jumps back looking for a Crossbody, but Jayson ducks out of the way and Buck crashes and burns. Jayson crawls up to the top but Buck is quick to grab him by the legs and crotches him on the top turnbuckle. He then sets Jayson up for what looks to be an Electric Chair...JAYSON ROLLS FORWARD...VICTORY ROLL!
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Terri Morasco: And just like that, this is over! Vasco Dias: Jayson out of nowhere with that Victory Roll... Alison Valance: Here is your winner...JAYSON MATTHEWS! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âI Want Falconâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {We cut to the office of Roberto Verona as the door bursts open and in storms Spike Kane, Verona barely looks up from the table, but points to the door.} Roberto Verona: There is such a thing as knocking. {Spike doesn't seem to be in the joking mood as he stands in front of Verona hunch in over, all but snarling at him.} Spike Kane: I want Falcon at Danger Zone. I don't care what stupid stipulation you and your stupid board want to make, I don't care how I have to defend my belt.... I want that son of a bitch next week! {Now Verona takes a moment to place his pen down on the desk, and sit up straight, looking right at Spike. He leans back into his chair and folds his arms across his chest.} Robert Verona: Listen to me Michael, I don't pretend to understand what you're going through, and I hope I never have to but this is my company and I will not have my staff making demands of me, champion or not. Be that as it may, Falcon isn't likely to be cleared to Wrestle anytime soon..... Especially as a certain someone laid his hands on him earlier tonight! I'm sorry Spike, I am.... But the answer is no. {The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as Roberto stares at Spike having laid down the law, and Spike states daggers back, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, he turns to leave but just before he does he looks back at Verona with a sick grin on his face and an odd look in his eyes before he chuckles to himself and storms out of the room.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Will Peterson & Dorian Hawkhurst vs The Lost Boys
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: âThe following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! {The arena is filled with a quiet ticking noise. As it gets faster, it turns into an electronic whirling noise. Finally the guitar kicks in and Dorian Hawkhurst walks out from the back. He looks around at the audience while the weight of the lyrics hits him.}Alison Valance: âMaking his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... âThe Demon of Sobrietyâ... DORIAN HAWKHURST!!!â {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.}Alison Valance: âAnd his tag team partner - weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty nine pounds; from Leicester, England â âThe Underdogâ WILL PETERSON!â {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: âOne of the IWFâs more unconventional pairings on show here tonight, preparing for a tag team tussle against seasoned tag team The Lost Boys.â Vasco Dias: ââUnconventional?!â These two hate each other! Itâs only a matter of time before they implode and The Lost Boys finally kick off their crusade against these Yanks. Terri Morasco: âErrr⌠Vasco⌠arenât you an American citizenâŚ?â Vasco Dias: âQuiet Terri! And pass me another Vegemite sandwich! I COME FROM A LAND DOWN UNDER!â Terri Morasco: âJeezâŚâ Alison Valance: âAnd their opponentsâŚâ {The arena darkens and the lights flicker as the intro to âStick to Your Gunsâ 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.}âItâs a waste of time to try and please everyone one around. You canât believe the words you hear that try to bring you down. (You canât change, what you canât change) So donât even try.â {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.}âSo burn all of the pages to erase the part of you. That ever thought you could never be who you wanted to. (You canât change, what you canât change) So donât even try.â {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.}âYouâre not innocent now. Cause your whole world is inside out. No donât give up what you believe in, this time thereâs no sleep until you die. So pray to your god (But you know better, know you better) Stick to your guns. Cause youâre on your own.â {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 â Dean Coulter and Sam Braxton, THE LOST BOYS!!! Vasco Dias: âHere come my boys, Terri!â Terri Morasco: âYou certainly seem to be fond of The Lost Boys, Vasco. But it has to be noted that our Aussie cousins havenât had the most auspicious of starts to their IWF careers; they are still yet to score a victory over here!â Vasco Dias: âActions speak louder than results of wrestling matches, Terri, and The Lost Boys are just at the start of their fight for⌠well⌠Iâm not actually sure what theyâre fighting for, but as long as theyâre taking names and cracking skulls, thatâs OK with me!â Terri Morasco: âYouâre honestly unbelievable. How youâre still employed here is a complete mysteryâŚâ {The Lost Boys go through their usual pre-match routine of hand slaps and fist bumps, whilst in the opposite corner, their opponents can barely bring themselves to make eye contact. Peterson goes to move to centre ring, but Hawkhurst holds a strong arm out, shaking his head, all the while still not looking at The Underdog. Peterson scowls at The Demon of Sobriety, but steps through the ropes and out to the apron. On the other side of the ring, Sam Braxton jabs a finger in his own chest, convincing Dean Coulter that he will take care of business. He turns to face Hawkhurst, the bell sounds and the match is underway.
Braxton jumps up and down on the balls of his feet, slapping his chest and jaw-jacking with The Demon of Sobriety. Hawkhurst stands, not biting, but Braxton is unrelenting, and just like the most famous fictional sailor, Hawkhurst takes all he can takes and he just canât take no more. He rushes the young Aussie, looking for a big clothesline, but Braxton manages to duck, reaching up and nailing Hawkhurst with a snap hangmanâs neckbreaker. Braxton quickly bounces to his feet, before following up with a standing moonsault press, and the surprise pin cover.}ONE⌠KICKOUT! {Both men scramble to their feet, but Braxton retains control with an aesthetically-pleasing standing dropkick, sending Hawkhurst tumbling to the floor once more. Braxton drops and elbow onto the back of his stricken opponentâs head. He follows up with a second elbow drop, bouncing back to his feet and raising his hands high in the air, revelling in the reaction from the capacity crowd. He motions for a third elbow⌠but Hawkhurst avoids the contact, and Braxton hits the canvas hard. The young Aussie scrambles to his feet, turning straight into a vicious savate kick from Dorian, the impact of which sends not only Braxton crashing to the mat, but The Demon of Sobriety down to one knee as well.}Terri Morasco: âWhat impact! And just like that, the early momentum that The Lost Boys had built up is stopped in a heartbeat!â {In the corner, Will Peterson reaches out for the tag, but Hawkhurst scoffs at the suggestion, choosing instead to raise a groggy-looking Sam Braxton to his feet. The Aussie is clearly playing possum, though, dropping to his knees and hitting an impactful jawbreaker which staggers The Demon of Sobriety. Braxton then puts the exclamation point on the move by nailing a superb crescent kick to Hawkhurstâs face, sending him tumbling over the top rope and to the floor.}Vasco Dias: âKANGAROO KICK! KANGAROO KICK!â Terri Morasco: âErrr⌠I think thatâs called a crescent kick, VascoâŚâ Vasco Dias: âFINISH HIM! HIT THE BARBEQUE BACKBREAKER!â Terri Morasco: âIs that even a realâŚ? Do you know what, forget itâŚâ {Back in the ring, and Sam Braxton had staggered back into his corner, the early knockings of the match having taken their toll. His partner Dean Coulter intelligently makes the tag, before dropping to the arena floor. He makes his way round to Dorian, who is barely able to make it to his feet after such a heavy landing. Coulter hauls The Demon of Sobriety to his feet, before forcing him backfirst into the barricade. Dorianâs guttural groan of pain is only drowned out by the raucous booing and jeering from the New Orleans crowd.}ONE! TWO! {Regardless, by this point Sam Braxton has made his way round to this side of the ring, and both Lost Boys take turns in painting Dorian Hawkhurst with right hands. Coulter follows up with a stiff body shot, before The Lost Boys set The Demon of Sobriety up for a double suplex onto the arena floor! The Aussies hoist Dorian into the air⌠but are interrupted by the flying form of Will Peterson, who collides with all three men with a hellacious flying cross body from the top rope to the floor, all four men landing in a crumpled heap in front of the barricade!}Terri Morasco: âGood God! What a breathtaking manoeuvre from the usually straight-shooting Underdog!â THREE! FOUR! FIVE! {All four men make a slow struggle to their feet, with The Underdog managing to recover first. He rolls the legal man, Dean Coulter, into the ring, and goes to work on him in the corner. Meanwhile, both Dorian Hawkhurst and Sam Braxton use the barricade to pull themselves to their feet. Dorian makes his recovery a split second quicker than the high-flying Aussie, and nails a hard elbow into Braxtonâs midsection, doubling him over. Hawkhurst wastes no time, flipping Braxton up, over and onto his shoulder, before bringing him down hard on his head and neck onto the arena floor!}Terri Morasco: âPowerbomb! That may have broken Sam Braxton dead in half!â Vasco Dias: âWhat a disgusting move! DISQUALIFY HIM!â {The referee, however, is indisposed with Will Petersonâs vicious attack on Dean Coulter, which is still ongoing in a neutral corner of the ring. Finally, the referee manages to force Peterson back into his own corner, giving Coulter some temporary respite. Hawkhurst, however, wisely makes his way over to the corner and tags The Underdog legally into the matchup.
Peterson is over to Coulter in a flash, but is met with a stiff uppercut, sending The Underdog staggering backwards into centre ring. Coulter runs forward, looking to hook his opponentâs head for a tornado DDT; but Peterson adjusts quickly, using Coulterâs own momentum against him by hitting a textbook northern lights suplex, bridging out for the pin.}ONE⌠TWO⌠KICKOUT! {Peterson lays in a couple of mounted punches, before hauling Dean Coulter back to his feet. He whips him hard against the far ring ropes, looking for a hard-hitting lariat. The Aussie, though has the move well scouted; he expertly ducks Petersonâs outstretched arms, building momentum by bouncing off the opposite ring ropes⌠but isnât so lucky the second time around, running into a stiff, hard shoulder block. Peterson drops down once more for the cover.} ONE⌠TW⌠KICKOUT! {Peterson kneels, looking around the ring, pondering his next move, but instead makes his way over to the corner to tag The Demon of Sobriety into the matchup. Hawkhurst slowly steps into the ring, taking his time, stalking his opponent. Dean Coulter slowly regains his vertical base⌠but is taken down with a massive big boot courtesy of an onrushing Dorian Hawkhurst!}Terri Morasco: âThe ad-hoc team of Hawkhurst and Peterson showing some surprising continuity here. Theyâve taken out Braxton and are now effectively isolating Dean Coulter to take complete control of this matchup.â Vasco Dias: âDonât discount The Lost Boys yet, Terri!â {Back in the ring, and Hawkhurst has once again hauled Dean Coulter to his feet, not before having laid the boots to his chest. He puts his opponentâs head in between his legs, looking for the same powerbomb that may have put Sam Braxton out of commission permanently. Coulter is on Hawkhurstâs shoulders⌠but counters expertly with his patented Cyclo-Rana, rolling through and hooking the leg tightly for the pinning combination.}ONE⌠TWO⌠TH⌠HE KICKED OUT! Vasco Dias: âSee! It only takes a second, Terri!â Terri Morasco: âYouâre not wrong Vasco, and The Lost Boys were less than a second away from picking up their maiden IWF win right there!â {Coulter shows a flicker of frustration, before steeling himself, pulling Hawkhurstâs limp body up and raising his arm simultaneously. He tucks Dorianâs head under his right arm, signalling for his signature Sunshine Drive⌠but is stopped in his tracks by a devastating spear by the onrushing Will Peterson! The impact of the move sends Coulter tumbling out of the ring. Peterson, meanwhile, makes his way over to his stricken partner, screaming at him to get to his feet. When Hawkhurst doesnât react, Peterson takes matters into his own hands, forcefully muscling The Demon of Sobriety up. The two stand in the centre of the ring, and time seems to stand still as they lock eyes, glowering at each other. Their moment, though is suddenly interrupted by the flying form of the returning Sam Braxton, who has miraculously leapt to the top rope and launched himself at both of his opponents!}Vasco Dias: âIncredible! What a ride!â {The Underdog collapses through the ropes and to the floor, with Braxton rolling out after him. Hawkhurst, meanwhile, limply hits the ring ropes⌠staggering forwards into a kick to the gut by the returning Dean Coulter! The Aussie hooks Dorianâs head once more, this time successfully nailing theâŚ}Vasco Dias: âSUNSHINE DRIVE! This one is over!â {Even as Peterson hauls Braxton over the restraining wall on the outside, Coulter is diving down to hook the leg.}ONE⌠TWO⌠THREE!!! {Peterson slides into the ring, but seconds too late, Coulter jumping to his feet in celebration!}Alison Valance: âYour winners of the match, by pinfall⌠Sam Braxton and Dean Coulter, THE LOST BOYS!!!â {By this time, Braxton has joined Coulter in the ring, and the two drink in the mixed reaction from the IWF fans. The Underdog leans against the corner, staring out at the fans, looking disappointed. The fiery Braxton sees this out of the corner of his eye, and canât resist a final cheap shot, nailing The Underdog with a heavy-duty dropkick to the back of the head, before rolling out of the ring, cackling. Coulter rolls his eyes, but follows his partner out of the ring.
Peterson is knocked silly by the impact to the back of his skull, staggering around just as Hawkhurst has reached his feet. The Underdog, clutching the back of his skull with one hand, sends out his other hand in accusing fashion. Although his angry screams are drowned out by the capacity crowd, it is clear what he is suggesting.}Vasco Dias: âHe thinks Dorian blindsided him! This is great! I told you an implosion was coming!â {Hawkhurst holds his hands up in innocence, but Peterson has snapped, screaming with rage as he takes The Demon of Sobriety down with a double leg takedown, mounting him and unloading on his skull with right hand after vicious right hand. The bell rings over and over again, but to no avail, as Peterson continues his assault with elbows and stomps to the face.}Terri Morasco: âHe has completely snapped! Somebody get in there!â {Peterson roughhouses Hawkhurst to his feet, and seems to be signalling for his âDog Roughâ brainbuster. But by this time, the cavalry has arrived, and a rush of referees and officials manage to prize the two rivals apart, forcing a still furious Peterson out of the ring. The Underdog looks rabid, deranged as he is forced backwards, still flailing at Hawkhurst even as he is pushed well out of reach.
Back in the ring, The Demon of Sobriety is helped slowly to his feet, and even in his groggy state, manages to shoot a look of pure venom down the ramp at the retreating Underdog. Peterson throws another accusatory arm out, screaming obscenities all the way back through the curtain and to the back.}Terri Morasco: âMy goodness! The tensions that have been bubbling under the surface between Dorian Hawkhurst and Will Peterson have finally come to a boil here tonight! Something tells me that this situation is far from resolved!â ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âStand There and Look Prettyâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {Before his match teaming with Steve Awesome, Willy Carter catches up with Mike Laszlo in the backstage area.}Willy Carter: Mike, did you hear what Steve said about you this past week? {The screen widens out and we see Mike with a smile on his face.}Mike Laszlo: Yes...yes I did. Steve, it was clearly your fault that we both got counted out last week, so please...do the world a favor and just stand on the apron and look pretty. {Mike chuckles as he and Alexis walk off as we go to the ring.}----------------------------------------------------------
4 ON 2 HANDICAP MATCH
The Union of Jobbers vs Steve Awesome & Mike Laszlo
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a 4 on 2 HANDICAP MATCH! Already in the ring, the team of Soloman Khan, Gibberg, Thunder Sid, and Gable Arcade...THE UNION OF JOBBERS! Vasco Dias: This should be entertaining. Terri Morasco: To say the least. {All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting
his name.}"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!"{Dramatic Pause.}"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"{The lights in the arena explode to life as they flash green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.}Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!
If you see her won't you tell her for me/
It's better this way to avoid all the misery{The chorus plays again as Steve walks down to the ring. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel and he flexes his arms. He gets a slow motion effect as pyro sprays behind him.}Terri Morasco: He and Mike had a battle last week with neither man being able to close the deal. Vasco Dias: They got counted out and wasted about fifteen minutes of our lives. Alison Valance: And his partner⌠{"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 poundsâŚMIIIIKE 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.}Vasco Dias: I hope we get something better than we did last week. Terri Morasco: I mean, I was entertained...just saying. {Mike and Steve argue about whoâs going to start this match, but before they could figure out who was going to do what, the four members of the Union of Jobbers attack, hammering away on the two men while turning to the center of the ring and taking a bow as behind them both Steve and Mike are slow to their fit with an anger in their eyes. They look at one another before nodding and slamming into all four members, knocking two down and sending them rolling out of the ring. They then focus on the remaining two as the referee does whatever he can to gain control of whatâs going on. Mike tees off on Gibberg as Steve tattoos Thunder Sid. Solomon and Gable try to get in the ring but the referee forces them to their corner. He then breaks up Steve and Thunder Sid who is now seated in the corner and tells Steve to head to his corner. Steve plants another boot into the chest of a seated Thunder Sid before heading off to the corner.}Vasco Dias: That was uncalled for. Terri Morasco: The Union did attack them first. Vasco Dias: Semantics. {Mike pulls Gibberg out of the corner and sends him into the ropes, and upon return, throws Gibberg in the air with a huge Back Body Drop! Gibberg rolls to his corner and tags in Gable Arcade. Steve yells at Mike who turns to him as Steve outstretches his hand. Mike waves him off and grabs hold of Gable, hitting him with a European Uppercut that staggers him back into the corner before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him hard into the Awesome/Laszlo corner. Mike walks in and he and Steve have words before Mike slaps him on the shoulder. Steve enters as Mike steps aside, letting Steve stomp on the midsection of Gable.}Vasco Dias: Couldnât even let the man out of the corner...could he. Terri Morasco: What he did was completely legal. {Steve pulls Gable out of the corner and lifts him up and over with a Belly to Belly Suplex. He holds his arms out and the crowd gives him a grand ovation. Steve watches on as Gable reaches up and tags in Thunder Sid who enters the ring and runs in toward Steve. Sid goes for a Clothesline but Steve ducks and as Sid turns, hits him with the Jawbreaker Superkick. Steve goes for the cover, but the other members of the Union break up the pin as Solomon stands on the apron. Mike comes in and clears the ring, clotheslining Gable and Gibberg over the top rope as Steve disposes of Thunder Sid. Solomon steps over the top rope and the giant stares down at the two men in front of him.}Vasco Dias: Now theyâll learn! Terri Morasco: The giant of a man is simply staring at them. {The two nod at one another and Steve is first to the ropes, hitting Solomon with a stiff clothesline, but the giant seems unphased. Mike then runs into the rope and hits Solomon with another stiff clothesline, but again the giant seems unphased. The two look at each other again as Solomon just smiles. Mike runs to the ropes again, but Steve is the one who hits a Superkick to the chest/stomach area of the giant, doubling him over. Mike comes off the ropes and plants a knee into the side of the head of the giant, taking him down with a âShot of Maliceâ!}Terri Morasco: The big man is down! Vasco Dias: He has back up though! {Thunder Sid hits Steve from behind and Gibberg and Gable attack Mike.}Terri Morasco: This is just like the beginning of the match! Vasco Dias: You had to know this was going to happen. {Steve though gets the better of Thunder Sid and with some shots, backs him into the center of the ring before lifting him up and hitting him with the âSteve-KOâ!}Vasco Dias: NO! {Steve then walks to the corner where Mike has begun his comeback, and grabs Gable by the head, spinning him around, firing off shots on him as Mike staggers Gibberg out into the center of the ring before kicking him in the gut and lifting him into the air for the âWelcome to the CLEâ Double Underhook Backbreaker!}Vasco Dias: This doesnât look good. Terri Morasco: Not for the Union it doesnât! {Steve fires off another Jawbreaker Superkick on Gable who turns into Mike who lifts him into the air, only to swing him down and knee him directly in the face with the MALICIOUS INTENT!}Terri Morasco: This one looks over! Vasco Dias: Not yet! {Solomon is getting back into the ring, but as soon as he gets to his feet, Steve blasts him with a Superkick as well, standing him up right but dazed. Mike then charges in and wraps his body around the massive member of the Union of Jobbers, grabbing hold of his arm and torquing it in an awkward position. After a few seconds, Solomon taps out in the center of the ring as the bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, the team of Steve Awesome and MIKE...LASZLO! {Cult of Personality hits as Steve climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate and Mike goes to do the same, stopping and turning toward Steve. He walks over and grabs hold of Steve...pulling him on his shoulders for MALICIOUS INTENT!}Vasco Dias: What the hell? Terri Morasco: WAIT! {Steve wriggles off and spins Mike around for the Steve-KO!}Terri Morasco: Steve turns the tables! Vasco Dias: This is great! {Mike is able to escape the move and rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp as Alexis meets him on the ramp. Mike holds his fingers close together as does Steve, both with smiles on their faces.}Terri Morasco: Both men close to nailing the other with their finishers! Vasco Dias: I wish they would have nailed each other! {The camera goes back and forth between the two before we fade to a commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âThe Best in the World Championship.â
---------------------------------------------------------- { We come back from commercial break with the ring canvas being covered in a red carpet and the ropes changed to cold with what appears to be a small podium in the center of the ring covered by a black tarp. }Vasco Dias: What exactly is going on here? Terri Morasco: Iâm not entirely sure, during the break the ring crew came out here and set this up. Vasco Dias: Iâm getting word Noah Field is on his way out, this must have something to do with him. { The lights go black and then the arena is suddenly bathed in gold tinted light. A voice over hits the public address system. âThe Crown Prince, The Saviourâ. Then as the opening riffs of âA Cut Aboveâ queues up the words âAdidas Presents: Noah Fieldâ 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 mouths the words "perfection" before hopping off the turnbuckle into the ring and walking over to the covered object in the middle of the ring. }Noah Field: As I look out in the crowd today I see a lot of dumbfounded faces, not unusual for this part of the country but perhaps you are confused by the lavish set up I have here before. { He looks around himself quite proud. }Noah Field: It has come to my attention as Iâm sure it has come to yours that I am the sole reason the House of Howlett still holds the Imperial Championship. Terri Morasco: What? Vasco Dias: Heâs right. Noah Field: Time and again I have bailed out the supposed Best in the World and saved him from suffering what would have been an otherwise humiliating reign as champion. Terri Morasco: Is he serious? Vasco Dias: Absolutely, heâs the only reason Cable is still champion! Terri Morasco: Iâm going to have to disagree with you there. Noah Field: And to be quite honest I am tired of carrying this group on my shoulders from one victory to the next without being rewarded. Which is why tonight I invite all of you to take part in my coronation⌠Terri Morasco: Coronation? { Noah reaches for the black tarp and rips it off revealing a glass case holding a brand new championship belt. }Noah Field: Of the first and only BEST IN THE WORLD CHAMPION!!! { He begins to remove the glass case when âLong Live the Chiefâ hits the pa to a surprising pop from the crowd. }Terri Morasco: It looks like Cable has something to say about this. Vasco Dias: Of course he does, when will he learn to just shut up? { Cable comes out from the back with the Imperial Champions slung over the shoulder of his black three piece suit. He looks down at the ring with an âare you seriousâ look before heading the ramp, storming up the steps, by this time Noah has already removed the Best in the World Championship and secured it around his waist. }Noah Field: Here to congratulate- Cable Arcane: What the hell is this!? { Cable looks on with disgust as Noah just grins. }Noah Field: I believe I already explained this but let me spell it out for you. I am the Best in the World- { Noah doesnât even finish getting the words out when Cable hauls off and punches him right in the face sending Field down onto his ass where he then quickly rolls out of the ring. Cable seethes as he raises the mic again. }Cable Arcane: Imperial Wrestling has enough paper champions without you creating a fucking belt! You want a shot at me, Noah, you want to see how you really match up one on one against the only Best in the World? Youâve got it. Next week at Danger Zone Iâm going to beat your pampered ass! { Cable throws the mic down onto the mat as the crowd roars, Noah on the other hand is on his feet, smiling and nodding. }Vasco Dias: I think Noah Field just got exactly what he wanted. Terri Morasco: A date with a beating unlike anything heâs ever known? Vasco Dias: Somehow I donât think thatâs how itâs going to go. Terri Morasco: Regardless you have to wonder how Laura Howlett feels about this. One month ago her House was the dominant faction in professional wrestling but now it seems to be imploding on itself. Vasco Dias: The thing about the House, it always wins. { Cable yells at Noah before leaving the ring, âNo sleep, no rest, no mercy!â }----------------------------------------------------------
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Sara Garcia vs Amber Richards vs Gabriela Luna
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH! {âOver Youâ by Girlicious plays throughout the arena. Seventeen seconds into the song, Paige and Sara come out to a negative reaction as they holds their hand in the air above their heads, their index fingers pointed down at themselves as they do a quick spin around before walking down to the ring, talking themselves up to all of those in attendance and everyone watching at home.}Alison Valance: Accompanied to the ring by Paige Garcia, from San Diego, California, weighing 135 poundsâŚSARA Garcia! {The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}Terri Morasco: The sister of the Diamonds Champion. She too has been on a run lately. Vasco Dias: Of course she has. These two are pretty untouchable these days. Alison Valance: And one of her opponents⌠{"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. 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.}Alison Valance: From Norwich, England, weighing in at 130 pounds...Amber...RICHARDS! Terri Morasco: Since returning, Amber has claimed that the Diamonds Division has been garbage in her absence, but the newer Diamonds have been showing her differently. Can she reverse the trend tonight? Vasco Dias: Sheâs a former three time Diamonds Champion, I have faith in her. Alison Valance: And the final member of this match⌠{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. 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: From Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico, weighing in at 105 pounds...GABRIELA...LUNA! Terri Morasco: One of those newer Diamonds who defeated Amber two weeks ago. Vasco Dias: While thatâs true, I believe it to be a fluke. {The three Diamonds prepare for the match as Paige joins Terri and Vasco at commentary.}Vasco Dias: Terri, welcome the Queen of Diamonds. Terri Morasco: Well, she is the Diamonds Champion⌠Paige Garcia: Thaaaaaaaatâs right Terri, and youâll learn to love it. {The bell rings and the three circle the ring, neither willing to make the first move, glancing from one side to the other when finally, itâs Amber hitting Gabriela with a huge forearm strike to the face, rocking the newcomer as Sara stands up straight, watching as Amber takes her shots on Gabriela.}Terri Morasco: Perhaps Amberâs a little angry at the results from a couple of weeks ago? Vasco Dias: I would say so. Paige Garcia: And look at my intelligent sister, sitting back and watching the destruction...Iâve taught her well. {Amber gets up and screams to the crowd before turning into Sara who nails her right in the face with a Standing Side Kick!}Vasco Dias: KNOCKOUT KISS! {Sara falls to her knees and hooks the leg, only getting a two count before Gabriela dives in on the pin attempt, breaking it up. She then grabs Sara by the hair and pulls her to her feet, throwing her arm overhead and snapping her over with a Snap Suplex!}Terri Morasco: And just like that, Gabriela has control of this match. Paige Garcia: Yeah, after a cheap shot on my sister. Vasco Dias: Clearly. Terri Morasco: ⌠{Gabriela pulls Sara to her feet but Amber is back in the equation, grabbing Gabriela from behind but Gabriela hits Amber in the side of the head with a few elbows, loosening Amberâs grip before falling back and kicking her in the face with the Pele Kick she calls the La Tijera!}Terri Morasco: La Tijera by Luna! {Gabriela rolls over and hooks the leg, getting a near fall before Sara breaks up the pin!}Paige Garcia: Phew! Vasco Dias: That was close. {Gabriela rolls toward the rope as Sara turns her attention to Amber, lifting her from the mat and turning her into a Neckbreaker! Before Sara can capitalize though, Gabriela is back on her feet, and leaps in the air, hitting a Dropkick to the back of Sara who bounces off the ropes and into Gabriela who rolls her up for a two count before Sara uses her legs to power out, sending Gabriela into the ropes before rolling her up for a two count of her own. Both Diamonds get to there feet and as Sara walks in, Gabriela grabs her by the arm and hits her with an Arm Drag, and as Sara gets up, sheâs taken right back down by another, and the process repeats a third time. Then, as Sara turns back toward Gabriela, sheâs hit with a Jumping Heel Kick right to the face!}Terri Morasco: What a shot by Gabriela! Vasco Dias: Yeah but look. {Sara rolls out of the ring as Gabriela goes to capitalize.}Paige Garcia: Smart! {Gabriela turns her attention to Amber just in time as Amber is charging in and sends her through the middle rope to the outside. Sara and Amber are slow to their feet, but by the time they get there, Gabriela grabs hold of the ropes and vaults herself into the two of them taking them both down to the floor before jumping up and screaming to the crowd who approve.}Terri Morasco: The newcomer taking it to both Amber and Sara! Vasco Dias: Momentum is real Terri. Paige Garcia: Yeah, but it can switch off in a heartbeat. {Gabriela grabs hold of Amber and rolls her into the ring. She then grabs hold of Sara, but Sara pulls her by the waistline face first into the steps at ringside!}Paige Garcia: What did I tell you! {Sara is now to her feet as Gabriela is clutching her face. She turns to Amber who is slowly to all fours. Sara rolls in the ring as Amber pulls herself up with the ropes. Sara lifts Amber up and walks to the center of the ring...and drops her like a bad habit.}Vasco Dias: ALL ABOUT ME! {Sara floats over and hooks the legâŚ
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings as âOver Youâ plays on the arena speakers.}Terri Morasco: Sara Garcia has just pinned a former three time Diamonds Champion. Vasco Dias: I know I had faith in her. Paige Garcia: Who hasnât beaten Amber lately? Pfft. Now if youâll excuse me, thereâs some celebrating to do. {Paige leaves the announce table and joins her sister in the ring, the two celebrating before we shift to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
JFK & Bob Pooler vs Nighthawk & Andrew Jacobsen
---------------------------------------------------------- Alison Valance: âThis next contest is a tag team attraction and is scheduled for one fall with a 60-minute time limit or television time remaining. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome team #1.â {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 âRed Fractionâ 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! Terri Morasco: The always-entertaining Bob Pooler making his entrance here for a titanic tag team match-up between four men who the IWF Universe frequently rally behind. Do you think we'll be seeing some split loyalties here tonight, Vasco? Vasco Dias: I know mine are split. Terri Morasco: Really? Vasco Dias: Yeah, I want to see all four of them fail equally. Terri Morasco: Would it kill you to take your job seriously?! {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.}Alison Valance: Introducing next, his partner... {The lights go dim as the iconic opening guitar riff for "Runnin Down A Dream" comes blaring over the speakers, A rain of gold pyro comes down over the entrance as JFK comes walking out from the back wearing his new "100% Florida Ass-Kicking" T-Shirt with his classic Jack Daniels inspired logo on the front and his normal wrestling gear. He makes his way down the ramp slapping hands with a few fans and rolls into the ring; he stands in the middle of the ring throwing his arms out in a crucifix pose with his body tilted to the side a bit, he then rips his shirt off up over his head and tosses it into the crowd going to his corner ready for his match.} Alison Valance: From Miami, Florida and weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the IWF Invictus Champion⌠James Franklin Karn, J! F! K! Terri Morasco: JFK successfully defended his Invictus Championship last week against Devlin Raine, and that has to be a confidence boost coming into a match of this size. Vasco Dias: You mean he successfully continued to perpetrate a falsehood. Noah Field never lost that title. James Franklin Karn is a fraud upon this company, and to be blunt he's a fraud to the American people. Terri Morasco: We're broadcast journalists! We deal in facts, not blatant inaccuracies! Vasco Dias: You have your facts, I have my alternatives. {As the ring announcer moves to a neutral corner the lights in the sold-out arena dim for just a moment as the opening strains of "I Remember (Spartan X Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the sound speakers, as Nighthawk walks to the ring confidently shaking hands with the crowd as he does so. Climbing up on the outside of the 2nd and 3rd turnbuckles the "Wrestling Machine" exhorts the crowd to make more and more noise before climbing into the ring and submitting himself to be checked out by the referee.}Alison Valance: âAnd introducing their opponents, first from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 185 poundsâŚ.. âThe Master of 1000 HoldsââŚâŚ âThe Wrestling Machineâ Nighthawk!â Terri Morasco: Look at the face of Nighthawk. He's treating this match like it's the most important of his career, but to anyone who's followed him through his time in the ring that's not a surprise. Vasco Dias: Really? I just thought he had indigestion. {As Nighthawk's music fades, the opening riff of "Unbreakable" plays, sending the crowd into a frenzy, and as the drums kick in Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp, Danielle Chase a step behind him. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side with a wide grin on his face. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, cracking his neck, and throws his arms out and head back as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him.}Alison Valance: âHis tag team partner, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, and weighing in at 235 poundsâŚ.. âThe North Starâ Andrew Jacobsen!â Terri Morasco: We saw Andrew Jacobsen go to war against Spike Kane last week, and even though he wasn't able to walk away Man of Steel Champion, he seemed to push the God of Xtreme harder than he's been pushed recently. Vasco Dias: He played on the man's emotional grief! Andrew Jacobsen is no hero, he's a monster. What kind of parent would want their child taking inspiration from that kind of craven opportunist?! Terri Morasco: He was trying to get through to his friend, dammit! Doesn't that mean anything to you? Vasco Dias: It means he's willing to exploit the lowest of lows to get what he wants. Yeah, he's a real inspiration. {Andrew and Danielle walk down the ramp, Andrew high-fiving fans as he goes, and he pulls himself up onto the apron, looking around at the fans with an infectious grin on his face. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves and talking with Danielle as he waits for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: You can feel the electricity throughout the arena! It's a hot time in the Big Easy tonight! {As both teams go over their strategies and make the decision on who is going to start the match for each side the sold-out standing room only crowd at the Smoothie King Center begins to roar in anticipation of what they think is going to be an excellent tag team match as Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen have a sotto voce argument over who is starting the match, with Danielle Chase apparently on Nighthawkâs side of the argument. Ringing the bell to start the match Nighthawk begins the match with JFK who quickly goes for a collar-and-elbow lockup and uses his 45-pound weight advantage to shove Nighthawk into a neutral corner, the beginnings of a smirk on his face as he seems to be relishing playing the power game. Leaning against the turnbuckles for a moment, stretching out against the bottom rope as he tries to figure out the angles and openings that are in front of him, JFK again goes for a collar-and-elbow lockup and quickly gets taken over into a head-and-arm inverted La Majistral that gets a quick 2-count before quickly popping into a wrestlerâs crouch and quickly going for a low single-leg takedown as he looks to use his speed and technical acumen to take control of the match. Sprawling out to block the takedown attempt JFK quickly grabs the bottom rope as Nighthawk flips his hair out of his face, both menâs tag team partners now offering advice to the men inside the ring. Going back for the collar-and-elbow lockup JFK now quickly hooks in a side headlock, again looking to play on his advantage in strength only for the Chicagoan to roll through and hit a quick armdrag to get himself out of trouble before hitting a gorgeous tilt-a-whirl armdrag as he again tries to play the speed game. Breathing somewhat heavily now, as he appears to have not prepared himself for this kind of an attack, JFK stays on the mat for a moment as he tries to think of what to do next as the âWrestling Machineâ remains in his wrestlerâs crouch as Bob Pooler shouts advice to his tag team partner while still holding onto the tag rope. Pulling himself up to his feet slowly JFK again goes back to the collar-and-elbow lockup and backs the âMan of 1000 Holdsâ up into his own corner, hooking in a tight hammerlock before tagging in Bob Pooler.}Terri Morasco: The Man of 1,000 Holds certainly living up to his nickname there, but JFK was smart to use his size to isolate Nighthawk in his corner, and here comes Bob Pooler! Vasco Dias: If I were Pooler and Karn, which, thank God I'm not, I would want Nighthawk to tag out as soon as possible. Andrew Jacobsen isn't 100%, and that back of his has got to be murdering him right now. {Moving back into the center of the ring Nighthawk shakes his head as Andrew Jacobsen beckons for the tag, seemingly having made a decision on the fly that he wants to protect his tag team partner from taking as much abuse as he possibly can. Stretching out against the ring ropes, keeping his eye on Nighthawk who is standing in the center of the ring, Bob quickly goes for a fingerlock which the Chicagoan is only all too happy to give him, quickly using his speed to execute a back heel trip right into a modified legbar as he looks to slow the pace down and prevent the Mancunian from getting a head of steam going. Reaching forwards to try and escape Bob quickly goes to the chin only for Nighthawk to counter that by digging the point of his elbow into the knee joint, which Bob counters by quickly using his strength advantage to pop right into a cross-armbreaker attempt which the âWrestling Machineâ sees coming and blocks by clasping his hands together. Seeing that counter Bob instead moves into a short-arm scissors which causes Nighthawk to quickly reach his boot out towards the bottom rope, forcing a break as both men find themselves at a stalemate as Andrew Jacobsen again beckons for a tag. Glancing at his tag team partner Nighthawk again shakes his head no before going back into the center of the ring as Bob Pooler again tags in JFK. Sighing, sweat beginning to pour down his body, Nighthawk quickly fires in with a gorgeous wraparound armdrag that sends JFK to the floor. But as the âMan of 1000 Holdsâ goes for a gorgeous slingshot plancha Andrew blind tags himself in, only to see first JFK catch Nighthawk out of the air and powerbombs him into the ring post and Bob Pooler take advantage of a somewhat distracted Andrew Jacobsen with a gorgeous rotating spinebuster.} Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen thought he was going to be buying his team an opening to regroup, but Karn and Pooler have them scouted, and now Andrew's the one in the line of fire! Vasco Dias: See, that's just stupid on the part of Jacobsen. You've got an injury, you're nursing your ribs, let Nighthawk take the heavy load. If you can win without tagging in, so much the better. But no, he has to play hero, and now he's paying the price. {Looking regretful for just a moment, as though he wished he didnât have to do something like that, Bob nonetheless continues to focus his attention on the lower back by driving a series of kneedrops right into the base of the spine before picking Andrew up to his feet and hitting a snap backbreaker. Covering quickly, grinding the bone of his forearm across the jawbone of the Minneapolitan, Bob glances at the referee in something approaching shock when he is informed that Andrew kicked out at 2 as Nighthawk slowly pulls himself up to a seated position as Danielle Chase tries to guide him to their corner. Picking Andrew up Bob pushes him into the ring ropes where he hits him first with a forearm shiver to the lower back followed by another backbreaker before tagging in JFK as Nighthawk slowly crawls along the floor towards his own corner. Coming back in JFK continues to focus on the back by picking Andrew Jacobsen up and snapping off a running high knee to the middle of the back followed by a floatover suplex as he quickly goes for a cover only to get another 2-count as Nighthawk finally gets to the ring apron where he holds onto the tag rope and frantically begs the âNorth Starâ to tag him in. Dragging Andrew back to the corner JFK tags Bob Pooler in and yells at him to âfinish itâ which he tries to do by locking in a tight bearhug as Nighthawk climbs up on the outside turnbuckles and leads the sold-out crowd in chants of âLetâs go Andrew!â}Terri Morasco: There's the question of those divided loyalties answered, as it seems like every person in the Smoothie King Center is in the corner of the North Star right here! Vasco Dias: Voices don't win matches, and if Andrew wants to win he's going to need to escape that bearhug! Pooler's splitting the size difference {Fighting out of the hold as best as he can, with the aid of a well-timed forearm shiver on the jaw, Andrew tries to make a mad dash for the corner only to be caught with a knee to the back from the ring apron by JFK right into a DDT from Bob Pooler which gets another long 2-count as Nighthawk again tries to rally his tag team partner to make the tag. Dragging him into the corner Bob sets up for a running cannonball splash in the corner only to see Andrew move at precisely the last second as the crowd erupts in approval. Pooler gets to his feet quickly, clutching his back, only to turn into a uranage backbreaker from Andrew! Holding on and gritting his teeth, the "North Star" hurls him overhead with an exploder suplex, and as JFK reaches in towards his partner to make the tag Andrew throws himself into a huge spinning backfist that lays Pooler out on the canvas! Andrew drops to his knees, and crawling with the last bit of energy he has left he quickly tags in Nighthawk!}Terri Morasco: A last-minute flurry from Andrew there, and Vasco, I don't know if you recognized that sequence, but I think I did! Vasco Dias: The AMG Combo 3 and the BK Backfist, straight out of the arsenal of Brad Kane. I won't lie, that's touching even to me, but is he still trying to provoke Spike Kane?! He should know better than that! Terri Morasco: Keep your eye on Nighthawk, Vasco! {Quickly springboarding in with a clothesline on a just-rising Bob Pooler, Nighthawk lands a quartet of heavy European uppercuts on an onrushing JFK before hitting him with Dead on Time. Realizing he has to go the rest of the match alone, Nighthawk climbs to the top rope and measures Bob Pooler for a top-rope high crossbody which gets a long 2-count. But as he takes a moment to check with the referee about the accuracy of the count JFK buries a knee into his ribs and goes for the Final Nail only for Nighthawk to counter that into an Orange Crush Bomb as Andrew Jacobsen somehow finds just enough of a second wind to tackle Bob Pooler and prevent him from stopping the 3-count.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, the team of Nighthawk and Andrew Jacobsen! Terri Morasco: What a hotly-contested matchup, and Nighthawk comes out of things with a huge pinfall victory over the Invictus Champion! Vasco Dias: That reversal gave me whiplash just watching it. That was one hell of a match, but neither of the guys who're getting their hands raised are likely to feel like winners, especially if Spike Kane takes offense to Andrew's little stunt at the end. Terri Morasco: They took a licking, to be sure, but in the end they won and they won fair. Congratulations, gentlemen! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âLetâs Go For A Rideâ
---------------------------------------------------------- {Backstage, an ambulance waits in the arena sublot, a stretcher being loaded in. An EMT climbs in with it, turning back to the IWF on site physician before closing the door.}EMT: I'm sure he'll recover, but who knows, we'll send the results once we have them. {The IWF doctor nods and walks off, back to the inner halls of the arena. The doors of the ambulance are closed as we come upon it. The man who closed it checks it for security, then is about to hit the door to indicate the driver can leave, but before he does he's clubbed from behind by Spike Kane. The man slumps down and Spike knees him in the skull, knocking it against the bumper. Spike moves towards the front, the camera focused on the unconscious man for a moment, then moving to follow in time to see the driver door open, another EMT stumbling to the ground and Spike's hand reaching from the inside to close the driver door. Then with a screeching of tires, the ambulance screams out of the parking lot and into the night.}Terri Morasco: Did... did we just witness a kidnapping? Vasco Dias: For once in my life, I'm not sure what just went down. But I know it isn't good. After what happened earlier, I can only assume Falcon was in that ambulance. And now that ambulance is being driven by the man who put him in it. Terri Morasco: Dear God in heaven⌠{The IWF and Sacrifice Logos appear in the corners of the screen as the sounds of the ambulanceâs sirens can be heard fading off into the night.} |
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Well howdy there pardner.