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”Assimilate THIS!”
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{ We open up Orange Appreciation Night with Johnny Gillmen walking out to the ring sans music, sporting blue jeans, red-and-white tennis shoes, a black Cedar Point ballcap, and a gray light jacket. We see him waving the green, white, and orange tricolored flag of Ireland to the polite appreciate of the Quicken Loans Arena crowd, most of whom are sporting LeBron James jersey. He mustered a small grin as he stepped into the ring, placing the Irish flag in one of the corners so it can be held into place. Johnny asks for a mic from an attendant, who gladly hands him one as the fans settle down. }Johnny Gillmen: Hello Cleveland!
{ The gallery cheers as Johnny points to the souvenir hat. }Johnny Gillmen: Ya know somethin'...the other day, I went out to pay a visit to Cedar Point, and as I took on the likes of Top Thrill Dragster, Millennium Force, Raptor and Rougarou...I started thinkin' about what America was like when I was a kid growin' up. Lots of french fries, lots of cheeseburgers and hot dogs, lots of Pepsi, Coke, or Dr. Pepper...families comin' together and enjoyin' the coasters...yeah, that *was* the America I grew up with. The was the American DREAM I was livin'. But as I got older...things changed, now they ain't simple no more. Now I get to wake up every mornin', watch the ladies and gents on Fox News, and see things like kids gettin' shot at our schools, cops bein' murdered 'cuz they wear the uniform...seriously dudes and dudettes, what the HECK is goin' on here, in the good ol' U.S.-of-A.?!
{ Some fans start cheering while others just sit back and listen intently. }Johnny Gillmen: And on top of that...there's this thing on feelin's, about political correctness and immigration--like we're supposed to just cowtow to everyone and promote this one-world government ideology! Y'all know what happened on the Twits the other day, which is why I came out here wavin' the Irish flag. Yet to be perfectly honest with youse people...
{ Gillmen smirked, taking a brief moment to look around the crowd before peering his eyes upon the Flag of Ireland. }Johnny Gillmen: ...I can't believe each and every one of youse would buy into this CRAP!!!
{ Save for a few diehard Gillmen supporters, the majority of the audience starts booing as he paces around the ring, scowling at the peanut gallery inside the Q. }Johnny Gillmen: That's right, I went there. This Orange Fight Night, this Irish Appreciation Night is a bunch of crap! The very fact that the Ringling Brothers-Barnum and Bailey Circus known as the Imperial Wrestling Federation would fine ME a hundred thousand bucks for stickin' up for my OWN beliefs yet they DON'T fine Spike Kane mucho dinero for him tryin' to kill ME this past January, or Fifi McFly 'cuz she literally lost her top on primetime American television...what a bunch of CRAP!!
{ The Cleveland fans, traditionally a vociferous bunch, start littering the ring with trash, with Johnny taking a good smack to the noggin courtesy of a flying popcorn bucket! }Johnny Gillmen: Yeah, yeah...go ahead and keep chuckin' that garbage at me. After all...
{ Johnny rips off his light jacket, revealing a Chicago Cubs jersey--complete with World Series Championship patch on the sleeve with a customized name and number that reads "HAPPY - 82," his Twitter handle. } Johnny Gillmen: ...we're in CLEVELAND, the home of the Tribe--the bunch of losers who blew a three games to one lead in last year's World Series! Where the Browns stunk up the Cuyahoga...I can go on and on!
{ The debris-throwing and jeering becomes more pronounced as Johnny kicks beer and soda cups off to the side; even a roll of toilet paper is seen being tossed into the squared circle as well, with Gillmen cackling with delight. }Johnny Gillmen: Yeahhhhh...that GARBAGE represents each and every one of you people who've sold their souls to take away that dream I WANTED to have within this darn company, within the United States of America! Youse wanna talk about cultural assimilation?! The only thing I see...is you guys and gals actin' like the Borg from a certain "other" universe I love watchin' every day on H&I!
Fans: ASS-HOLE!
ASS-HOLE!
ASS-HOLE!
ASS-HOLE!
ASS-HOLE!
Johnny Gillmen: I KNEW it, I'm surrounded by assholes! (switches to Dark Helmet voice) Keep firing, assholes!
{ The crowd continues jeering, even after the reference to the movie "Spaceballs." Gillmen grinned sarcastically from ear to ear, taking in the newfound hate as he pointed to the masses. } Johnny Gillmen: But let's be real here...I did everything the RIGHT way, yet people like YOU still hated me! I held my head up high when people like YOU shut me out of darin' to dream! I did *EVERYTHING* for the kids, for the charities, for each and every one of you! And the reception I got when I came out here?! You fans...
{ Johnny turned his eyes back toward the Irish flag before giving off a sadistic expression on his face. }Johnny Gillmen: ...can assimilate THIS!!!
{ Without warning, Johnny marches over to the spot where he put the green, white, and orange flag and YANKS it off its moorings! The crowd is at a full fever pitch of boos, catcalls, and garbage-chucking as he put the boots to the Flag of Ireland, stomping away at it with full fury! Johnny then makes a slow, methodical exit to the fans' dislike...leaving the flag in the center of the ring, surrounded by trash on all sides! }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Crystal Millar vs Emma Danielson
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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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Zelda Knite, residing in Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is the Silver Screen Queen, Crystal Millar!
Terri Morasco: Crystal Millar came up short against Eternity at Motor City Mayhem, and when Open Fight Night rolled around she issued a challenge I think it’s safe to say none of us were expecting.
Vasco Dias: She called her shot, and got her answer. Honestly, if she wants to call out a trainer, who are we to tell her no?
{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.}Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{The opening riff of “Make a Move” plays as Emma Danielson walks out onto the stage, cracking her neck with a grin on her face. She rolls her wrists, eyes scanning the audience before she walks down to the ring, fistbumping with members of the audience.}Alison Valance: Making her in-ring return to IWF, from Brooklyn Park, Minnesota, weighing in at 157 pounds, she is the Hardcore Hellion, Emma Danielson!
Terri Morasco: Listen to this reception from the IWF faithful! They’ve missed Emma Danielson in action, and I’m right there with them. It’s good to see her again!
Vasco Dias: I don’t know, Terri. Maybe she should have stayed at the Performance Center and trained. Crystal Millar’s out on the road, actively competing. Who knows how Emma will keep up?
{As she reaches the end of the entranceway, Emma speeds up, jumping and sliding beneath the bottom rope. She rolls to her feet, walking over to the corner, and leans back, closing her eyes and letting the crowd cheer as she waits for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: A special match here tonight on Sacrifice, and let’s get things underway!
{The bell rings, and the two women circle each other cautiously. Emma is the first one to attempt a move, throwing a big forearm strike, but Crystal rolls underneath, coming up to her feet and sketching a curtsy to the crowd. Emma rolls her eyes, and Crystal takes the moment to charge at her, spinning in a tilt-a-whirl before trying to bring Emma over with an arm drag…but Emma arrests Crystal’s momentum mid-spin and catches her, tossing her into the corner back-first! Emma grins, beckoning Crystal on as the Latina Diamond scowls back.}Terri Morasco: Each woman trying to establish the upper hand in the early going here, but nothing yet. Who does this strategy favor?
Vasco Dias: Crystal Millar. Emma Danielson has a history of letting people get into her head. Look at ringside. Zelda Knite made a career off the back of insulting Emma Danielson and letting those insults do the hard work for her. If she wants to prove she can still go, Emma must stop with this, right now.
{Crystal shakes her head, moving in and shooting for a lock-up with Emma. The larger woman obliges, and they’re only locked for half a second before Emma snaps her over into a wristlock. Emma cranks on the hold, but Crystal rolls through, dropping to her back for a moment before kipping up and spinning out of the hold! Crystal drops her hand and sweeps the leg of Emma, quickly falling into the pin!
ONE! KICKOUT! Emma shoves Crystal off, and both women get to their feet, Emma cracking her neck and Crystal egging her on now.}Terri Morasco: Excellent display of agility by Crystal Millar, and I think you’re right, Vasco. Emma’s starting to get upset, but we should remember Crystal’s own temper. She could very well find herself on that end of things.
Vasco Dias: Crystal Millar is nothing but composed and proper. She’ll react how she’s meant to react, thank you very much.
{Crystal delivers a pair of quick palm strikes to Emma, followed by a snap low kick and a spinning heel kick to Emma’s gut that staggers the brawler. She hits the ropes, springboarding off and looking for a crossbody…but Emma catches her! She takes a few steps, shaking her head as Crystal struggles, and heaves her overhead with a fallaway slam! Emma spins into the cover!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Crystal shakes her head as she kicks out, looking a little frustrated, and Emma nods, cracking her neck and measuring Crystal as she rises.}Terri Morasco: Look at the power from Emma Danielson! She’s always been one of the more physically gifted Diamonds on the roster, and that was a prime example.
Vasco Dias: It was well-scouted, but it takes more than one move to put down a former Shieldmaiden. Just you wait.
{Emma measures Crystal as she stands, blasting her with a huge right hand! Crystal stumbles, but replies with a forearm shot of her own! Emma returns the gesture, nailing one forearm, then a second. Crystal staggers back, and when she comes back it’s with a leaping enzuigiri that tags Emma on the back of the head! Emma stumbles into the ropes, but when she rebounds it’s with a vicious Roaring Elbow to Crystal! Crystal hits the ropes herself from the impact, and when she comes back Emma hoists her up in a military press! Emma bends her arms, bringing Crystal down, but as she moves to press Crystal up and over, Crystal uses the added height to slip out, landing on Emma’s shoulders in the electric chair position before whipping around and delivering the MYSTERIORANA to Emma! Crystal flows through and hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Crystal shakes her head at the referee, demanding a faster count as Emma gets to her feet.}Terri Morasco: What a great counter from Crystal Millar, and it almost got her the three count!
Vasco Dias: Like her or not, Emma Danielson’s power is her saving grace, and it certainly saved her there.
{Crystal gets to her feet, and Emma charges, only to be met with a quick arm drag! Emma bounces up, running into another arm drag, and a third charge is ducked, Crystal flying to the ropes and coming off with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that flips Emma onto her back! Crystal keeps moving, hitting the ropes and coming off with a springboard moonsault…THAT HITS KNEES! Emma gets to her feet, clutching her own knee for a moment, and this time Crystal swings at Emma wildly. Emma catches her arm, spinning Crystal into a double chickenwing, and pops her up before driving her into the mat with the FACEPLANT facebuster! Emma rolls Crystal over, keeping a leg hooked!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Emma shakes her head in frustration, nodding at the ref’s signal of two, and hammers at her knee slightly as Crystal picks herself up off the mat.}Terri Morasco: FACEPLANT! That facebuster did exactly what it said it does, and it’s a testament to Crystal’s fortitude she was able to kick out!
Vasco Dias: That kind of a slam takes a lot out of you. If I’m Crystal Millar, I want to start dictating the flow of this match immediately. You can’t let Emma Danielson build up steam like this.
{Emma hauls Crystal up, stuffing her into powerbomb position and signaling to the crowd, who cheer wildly. Emma picks her up, grabbing her arms and looking for the DETOXIFIER crucifix powerbomb! No! Crystal kicks her legs wildly, struggling, and manages to slip free of Emma’s grasp, landing behind her. The two women spin to face each other, and Emma’s turn is met with Crystal’s foot and the FLASHING LIGHTS kick! Emma crumples on her feet, and Crystal hits the ropes, coming off with the SMELL THE ROSES handspring standing moonsault! Crystal hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! THRE—KICKOUT! Crystal looks to be in shock again, screaming at the ref that the count was three. He insists it was two, and Crystal shakes her head, shouting at him again as she looks back at Emma.}Terri Morasco: Another nearfall for Crystal Hilton, and this match has been incredibly back-and-forth. What’s going to give between these two women?
Vasco Dias: One of them is going to give the other an opening at exactly the wrong moment. Mark my words.
{Crystal points to the corner, a grin on her face, and she strikes a pose before rushing the turnbuckle. She points to the ceiling and makes a camera motion, jumping and spinning around before bouncing off once more and hurling herself from the turnbuckle with the LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION corkscrew 630 senton!
BUT EMMA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Crystal crashes and burns, holding her back in absolute agony as she struggles to her feet, and Emma, sensing an opportunity, pushes off from a knee and hits the ropes, plastering Crystal as she turns around with the BROOKLYN HANGOVER lariat! Emma falls into the cover, hooking the leg tightly!
ONE! TWO! THREE! Emma rocks back onto her knees with a grin on her face, the crowd cheering as “Make a Move” plays over the PA.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Emma Danielson!
Terri Morasco: What a massive win for Emma Danielson! After a year away from the ring, she returns with a hard-fought victory over her former friend Crystal Millar!
Vasco Dias: Hard-fought for sure, but Crystal was her own worst enemy here. If she hadn’t argued with the referee, that senton would have connected and we would have had a different winner.
{Emma gets to her feet, and Crystal slowly struggles back up. Emma watches her carefully, but when Crystal turns around Emma is there with an extended hand. Crystal eyes it suspiciously, and Emma offers it again, exchanging some words with Crystal. Crystal shakes her head slowly, and the crowd begins to boo, but the boos turn to cheers as Crystal offers a fist to Emma instead. Emma grins back, fistbumping Crystal, and pulls her into a quick hug before raising Crystal’s arm to the crowd. The fans cheer both women, and Emma nods to Crystal, lowering her arm and ducking out of the ring to give Crystal a moment.}Terri Morasco: What a great display of sportsmanship from Emma Danielson! I hope all her trainees down at the Performance Center were taking notes, because that’s how you do it.
Vasco Dias: That’s how you do it?! What kind of egalitarian participation prize crap are you feeding these people?! There’s a winner and a loser, plain and simple. This display of sportsmanship makes me sick!
Terri Morasco: There’s no helping your terrible taste, Vasco. Simply none.
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”The Sins of a ‘Father’.”
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{“Crushed” by Parkway Drive hits the sound system as Spike Kane walks out onto the stage, dressed in his training gear, with the Man of Steel Championship slung over his shoulder. He ignores the boos from the crowd, and the typical IWC idiots trying to reach out for high fives and hand slaps, with his nose held high he marches right to the ring, a mic in hand.}Spike Kane: I am your Man of Steel Champion….I am your GOD of Steel…
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Spike Kane: You can like it, or lump it. Facts ring true. I have held this championship longer than anyone else in the history of this company, as a matter of fact, as of now I am the longest reigning champion in the history of the IWF. Not a single person on this roster, present or past has held a championship as long as I have. Nobody else has defended a championship twice in one night, nobody else….comes close….nobody else is as great as Spike Kane….so as we head towards Night of the Immortals, I’m left to think….all everyone is talking about, is Spike Kane and the Man of Steel Championship, right?
{Spike struts around the ring, so full of himself.}Spike Kane: It makes me think, nobody cares about Cable Arcane, nobody cares about Roberto Verona, nobody cares about the Imperial Championship…..only THIS! *He holds up the MOS belt* only MY championship…..but who is there to fight? I’ve beaten everyone. Who really is left to face Spike Kane in the REAL Main Event of Night of the Immortals?
{Just then the lights go out and “Undead” by Hollywood Undead begins to play and the crowd go ballistic. The lights come back on and in the ring behind Spike Kane is Warren Kane standing there with his Joker in the Pack briefcase. Spike turns around as Warren throws it at him. Spike drops the microphone and the belt to catch it rather than be hit with it, before Warren hits him with the KIDD KICK! The crowd are going nuts as Warren clenches his fists and roars towards them. He looks down at the briefcase and the championship, before picking up the microphone.}Warren Kane: Don’t worry old man….I’m not like you, I’m not going to take this from you here. I’m going to do it properly, so hold onto that briefcase, I’m cashing in my Joker in the Pack to face you at Night of the Immortals….IN A GOD OF STEEL MATCH!
{Warren drops the microphone on top of Spike as “Undead” plays once more, while the crowd go absolutely nuts, before he leaves the ring and backs up, glaring at Spike the entire time.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Ryan Shane vs Dorian Hawkhurst
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{ The arena is filled with a quiet ticking noise. As it gets faster, it turns into an electronic whirling noise. Finally the guitar kicks in and Dorian Hawkhurst walks out from the back. He looks around at the audience while the weight of the lyrics hits him. }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. }{ "Victim" by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out from behind the curtain. Pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a mixture if cheers and boos. As he gets to the ring he hops onto the apron and enters. Once in the ring and then stands he raises his hands high to the continued mixed reaction of the crowd. }Terri Morasco: Next up we’ve got the up and comer in Dorian Hawkhurst who has been making serious waves since debuting in IWF several months ago taking on the resurgent Ryan Shane!
Vasco Dias: I’ve honestly never understood what people see in Dorian Hawkhurst, the guy is an alcoholic and a little bit of a loose canon. Honestly, Ryan Shane is above and beyond better than him.
Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane is among the greats who have been Man of Steel Champion but he has a long road to the top and Dorian Hawkhurst, despite what you think, is firmly planted in Shane’s way.
{ The two men stand across the ring from each other as the referee calls for the bell. The two men move in for each other but Dorian suddenly takes off and connects with a big boot in the face of Ryan Shane! Shane gets up quickly but Dorian connects with a running clubbing blow over the back of Ryan Shane. Dorian smiles almost sadistically as he grabs Shane and pulls him up to his feet. Dorian runs Shane hard into the corner of the ring and starts to connect with several big clothes line across the neck and chest of Ryan Shane! }Terri Morasco: Dorian is lighting Shane up!
Vasco Dias: Dorian is a brute with no true wrestling background, in the end Shane will dominate him!
{ Dorian hits one last big clothes line and then picks Shane up for a big side walk slam out of the corner. Dorian covers Shane for the one! KICK OUT! Shane gets the shoulder up quick but Dorian doesn’t seem concerned as he gets back to his feet. Ryan Shane starts to get up but Dorian is right there with a huge kick to the midsection of Ryan Shane and quickly pulls him up into power bomb position before bouncing Shane off the top rope and then bringing Shane crashing down to the mat with a Slingshot Powerbomb! }Terri Morasco: Dorian Hawkhurst with a huge slingshot powerbomb.
Vasco Dias: I don’t believe this! Shane is better than this!
{ Dorian goes for the cover, one! KICK OUT! Shane gets the shoulder up fast. }Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane isn’t even close to done!
{ Dorian looks a little frustrated now as he grabs Ryan by the head and pulls him up to his feet but Shane suddenly lights Dorian up with the Southpaw Shuffle followed up with a big discus punch to the face of Hawkhurst! Dorian staggers and Shane grabs Dorian for the Right Now-Thern Lights Suplex! Shane doesn’t hesitate as he gets to his feet and heads to the ropes. Shane climbs up to the second rope and jumps off with the Allen Park Elbow onto the fallen Dorian Hawkhurst! }Vasco Dias: That’s right! Shane is right back in this!
Terri Morasco: I’ve never doubted Shane’s ability but Dorian is just as good in his own right!
Vasco Dias: Not at the moment!
{ Shane is right up and Dorian is right behind him but Shane hits a running knee lift that sends Dorian staggering backward into the corner. From the corner Shane grabs Dorian for the Someday Snap Lung Blower!!! Dorian is down but he tries to get back to his feet, Shane is right there with a big shove into the corner and Dorian falls against the turnbuckles. Shane comes running in with the Shaning Wizard on Hawkhurst! Hawkhurst falls to the mat and Shane locks him in for the Crying Shane! }Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane has him locked into the Crying Shane!
Terri Morasco: Hawkhurst has nowhere to go!
{ Eventually Dorian gives up and taps the mat. Shane lets go right away and leaps to his feet, the referee raises his hands. }----------------------------------------------------------
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”The Friendly Rivalry Became a War”
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18 years ago two men stepped into a professional wrestling ring for the first time."Angel and Falcon? Jesus..."{ We open on a scene from a long forgotten promotion, the letters are blurred out for copyright reasons but the men in the ring are unmistakably Angel Blake and Kyle "Falcon" Braddock. }"Those two were always trying to out do each other."{ We see highlights of a match that only exists now in the minds of true die hard fans as the two of them fly off the ropes, each taking a bigger risk than the other as the match progressed. Winning never mattered, it was about flying higher, taking bigger risks, putting on the best show possible. }"I honestly didn't think they'd last as long as they did, they out lasted me."{ In the end we see the two of them embrace in the center of the ring, whoever won was meaningless, they were just happy to perform. Time moves forward and we see them once again in the same color patterned arena, the logo blurred out as Angel and Falcon now stand united with Chris "Maniac" Diamond and a man once known as "Faith", each wearing matching t-shirts that read "Social Enemies." }"It got to the point where the only option was to work together for the betterment of professional wrestling... It's funny looking back on it now, how hard they fought against corruption only for Angel to go so far off the deep end..."{ We are treated to the four of them fighting many wars together, Angel and Falcon especially always working together until a slow mo recap of Angel being power bombed off a ladder through a table brings everything to a halt. }"Things were never the same after that Adultrybomb."{ Falcon was left along with Maniac and Faith, eventually the other two broke away to fight for their own goals and Falcon was left wondering if what he fought for really mattered at all. Falcon would go on to win many championships in the nameless promotion and we are treated to a final image of him with a Cruiser Weight Championship. }"Of course it wasn't until NCW we found out how far Blake had fallen..."{ We transition now to NCW, to Angel Blake waging war over the X-Division Championship against Xavier Williams and layer AJ Phoenix. But things come to a sudden halt when Falcon makes his debut int he company, Angel Blake's attention turns to his old ally. }"That's when the friendly rivalry became a war."{ We see a highlight reel of Angel's first attack on Falcon after the Immortal One picked up a big win in NCW. This was only the beginning... }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews vs Warren Kane
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{It was a back and forth affair between two friends, with Jayson certainly fitting the role of “Welcoming Committee” for Warren Kane after his big return last week. The end of the match saw Jayson looking for the win with the “Dawn of the Final Day” about to be locked in, but Warren was able to power out of it, Jayson landing on his feet behind Kane who rolls through and locks in a submission of his own, the “Calf Killer” forcing his friend to tap out in the center of the ring.}Terri Morasco: Welcome back Warren Kane!
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”It Wasn’t My Fault…”
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{ Jekyll and Hyde by Fiver Finger Death Punch hits the pa as the crowd explodes with boos. }Terri Morasco: What the hell is he doing here?
Vasco Dias: He has every right to be here!
Terri Morasco: No! He doesn't! Not only did Steve Awesome defeat him for his contract, Rob brutally attacked Mandi Matthews last week, he has no right to be in this arena!
Vasco Dias: Mandi had no right to be in that ring!
Terri Morasco: Are you blaming the victim!?
Vasco Dias: Absolutely!
{ Rob marches toward the ring as the boos turn to chants, he ignores them as he rolls in under the bottom rope and marches across the ring to where he is handed a microphone. The crowd is deafening now as they chant "You deserved it!" }Vasco Dias: Are they kidding me!? He did not deserve that ruthless attack last week!
Terri Morasco: He deserved that and more!
{ Almost as if he can hear the commentators, Rob suddenly cuts everyone off. }Rob Diamond: You're goddamn right I did!
{ The crowd quiets down. }Terri Morasco: Did he just admit fault?
Vasco Dias: Clearly he's setting up a joke.
{ Rob looks around in anger before continuing. }Rob Diamond: We all know what happened last week and I don't have an excuse for it... I struck a woman who has been a close and dear friend...
{ He pauses... }Rob Diamond: BUT IT WAS STEVE AWESOME WHO PUT HER IN THAT SITUATION!
{ The crowd returns to booing. }Terri Morasco: How ignorant and arrogant can he be?
Vasco Dias: He's absolutely right!
Rob Diamond: Steve Awesome brought her into that ring, Steve Awesome invited her to be a part of our feud, Steve Awesome-
{ Rob suddenly stops as Steve Awesome himself comes running out from behind the curtain and flies down the ramp. }Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome is here!
Vasco Dias: He can't interrupt The Goat!
{ Rob throws the mic aside and prepares himself as Awesome comes sliding in under the bottom ropes and catches Rob with a take down and immediately starts to ground and pound him. }Terri Morasco: Awesome is out here with a vengeance!
Vasco Dias: Security needs to get Awesome under control!
{ Steve is just laying into Rob with hard right hands, one after the other after the other before Rob is finally able to throw Steve off. Rob tries to scurry away and out of the ring but Awesome is right there as Rob stands and hits a big clothes line that sends Rob spilling to the outside. }Vasco Dias: Rob isn't a contracted wrestler! Steve Awesome can't treat him like this!
Terri Morasco: Rob asked for it by stepping into that ring, the ring he has not right to be in!
Vasco Dias: Stop defending that animal, Steve Awesome!
{ Awesome rolls right out after Rob and grabs him by the back of the head. Steve pulls Rob up to his feet and runs him face first into the ring post! Rob's head bounces off and Steve is right there with a shoulder block to the lower back of Rob Diamond and he follows it right up with a nasty release German suplex. Steve turns to the apron and throws it up, grabbing a steel chair. }Vasco Dias: Can someone get out here and get Steve under control!
Terri Morasco: For once I say let them fight!
{ Steve starts to unload on Rob with chair shot after chair shot after chair shot across his back until the steel folding chair is literally bent in half at a ninety degree angle. }Vasco Dias: Jesus...
{ Steve is seething with hatred and now he turns to the floor padding and starts to peel it up. }Terri Morasco: Steve Awesome is pulling up the floor padding, we saw Rob do something similar against both Steve and Jayson Matthews in the past.
Vasco Dias: Someone needs to put a stop to this!
{ Awesome has exposed the concrete beneath the padding and grabs Rob, he pulls him in to pile driver position but security finally starts to pour out from the back. Steve pulls Rob up into pile driver position but security is all over Steve as they pull him away from Rob who just falls to the floor and lays there. }Vasco Dias: Thank god they broke this up before it got serious.
Terri Morasco: Rob already made it serious, Steve just got even!
{ Steve is still seething as security drags him away, meanwhile the ringside medic checks on Rob Diamond. }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Winner gains an IWF Shieldmaiden opportunity at Night of the Immortals
Astrid Hall vs Shea O’Hara
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will determine the Contender for the IWF Shieldmaiden Championship at Night of the Immortals!
{The arena is filled with blue and green light as Immigrant Song begins to play, evoking colors of the sea or the forest. As the music intensifies, Lights shine down to reveal Astrid entering through the crowd, huge smile on her face as she descends towards the ring, carrying a viking-style shield as she approaches. She interacts with the crowd, laughing with them and allowing some of them to take selfies with her, giving high-fives and fist bumps all the way down. Before leaving the crowd, Astrid hands the shield to a young girl declaring “Anyone can be a hero - welcome to the Shield Wall, Sister!”.}Alison Valance: “Introducing first, from Trondheim, Norway - weighing in at 185 pounds…. The Valkyrie, Astriiiiid Haaalll!!!”
{ Astrid leaps into the ring, pumped up and beaming as she jumps onto the ropes with a triumphant fist in the air, taking in the crowd’s cheers before they settle into their corner.}Terri Morasco: Entering alone tonight without her manager! I’m told that Astrid specifically asked Emma not to enter with her tonight so that she didn’t have to show favoritism between her two protégé’s.
Vasco Dias: I don’t buy it. Probably thinks she’s going to lose this match and doesn’t want Emma to see her humiliated up close.
{The lights go out before the tron flickers to life with a flick of orange hair, before "In God We Trust” by Sweet Little Machine blasts out of the PA with orange and green lights flashing wildly, in time with the drums
"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
NAH, NAH, NAH NAH!
NAH NAH-NAH NAH NAH!"}Alison Valance: “And her opponent, from Cork, Ireland and weighing in at 135 pounds…. The Irish Bombshell, Shea Ooooo’HARA!”
{The crowd chant along with the song, as Shea O’Hara barges through the curtain before standing in the middle of the stage. She lowers herself, almost squatting, before thrusting her arms into the air with the “devil horns” as a small pyro goes off behind her. She then sprints to the ring, sliding under the ropes and runs to the camera side and leans through the ropes on the second rope throwing up her “devil horns” once again.}Terri Morasco: Shea has everything to prove here tonight, and you can bet she’ll be laser focused both on this match and the match later tonight between Eternity and Alicia Lukas. Shea wants to take this shot to get her payback on Eternity, and it sounds like the whole crowd is behind her.
Vasco Dias: They’re just hoping that they’ll find out tonight that they’ll get to see Eternity break the other one at Night of the Immortals, Terri. If I were them I’d be hoping Alicia wins the Shieldmaiden tonight.
{Astrid and Shea approach one another in the middle of the ring, both of them simultaneously offering their hands. The two of them laugh and smile as they shake hands warmly, making it very clear that there are no hard feelings on either end of the coming match. The two of them take a step away from one another before settling into ready stances.}DING!
{The second the bell rings, the two women charge at one another, immediately locking arms and trying to get the best of one another. While Astrid’s size and sheer strength seem to give her an initial advantage, it is clear that she is by far the less experienced technical wrestler. Shea begins positioning herself to turn Astrid’s size into her own advantage, working to keep the larger woman off balance as they move through the ring. Shea outmaneuvers Astrid enough that she almost gets her to the ground to lock in the Warath of Ireland, but Astrid just manages to power out of the hold. The two women get back up and circle one another, both of them smiling with excited anticipation.}Vasco Dias: Astrid’s an idiot if she thinks that she can best Shea in the technical game. It doesn’t matter how big and strong she is, experience wins.
Terri Morasco: For once we agree on something? Astrid’s playing to Shea’s bread and butter. She’ll need to change up her approach if she wants to make it to the Shieldmaiden shot.
{Astrid cracks her neck with a smirk before charging again, and Shea once again looks to go low to enter her advantageous lockup position. This time, however, Astrid sees the move coming and compensates in response, raising her leg and planting it into Shea’s face with a THUNDEROUS running big boot! Astrid lets her momentum carry her to the ropes, rebounding off and charging into Shea as she rises to her feet, planting her with a Superman Punch. Shea goes to the ground again, and Astrid goes to cover!}ONE!
TW-
{Shea kicks out of the pin, immediately twisting around Astrid and this time locking in the Wrath of Ireland lock, capitalizing on Astrid’s surprise at her fierce recovery! Astrid roars with determination as she struggles to fight her way out of the lock, letting out one last huge lash of anger and shoving Shea away. Astrid backs up, breathing heavily and shaking her head to refocus.}Terri Morasco: O’Hara really has Astrid’s number in this one! Her power is the only thing that has her still in this match.
Vasco Dias: She makes an easy target, and experience is in Shea’s favor.
{Astrid begins to nod with anticipation, beckoning Shea to come at her again. The Irish Bombshell is only too happy to oblige, charging at the Valkyrie once again. Astrid brings her in, this time trying to counter the charge by going for an abdominal grapple, possibly for a suplex… but Shea sees it coming and ducks around, hopping up onto the ropes for a springboard side kick. Astrid reels from the blow but does not go down, recovering quickly and slamming into Shea with a Shield Bash, knocking her to the ground. Not finished, she lifts Shea up and props her legs on the ropes, holding Shea’s head in her arm…}Vasco Dias: Oh, this is going to hurt.
{Astrid drops Shea to the ground with a brutal Wrath of Nidhogg, laying Shea out flat on the ground. Astrid again goes for the cover…!}ONE!
TWO!
THR-!
{Unable to fully kick out in time, Shea does manage to hook a leg on the ropes nearby! The ref spots the save and calls off the pin as Astrid steps back, smiling and clapping. “Good!” She cries. “Good, keep fighting back! We haven’t had enough yet, and this is only the training ground for the Shieldmaiden! Show me everything!”}Terri Morasco: One thing’s for sure, Astrid’s having fun out there.
Vasco Dias: She always does. It’s… unsettling.
{Shea heavily hauls herself to her feet, breathing hard as she stares Astrid down, matching the smile. This time she’s the one beckoning Astrid forward, and the Valkyrie charges with a laugh. She begins going for what looks to be the beginning of the Berserker’s Fury, but Shea slips out of the way, ducking under the strike and spinning around…}Terri Morasco: STRAIGHT EDGE SUPERKICK!
Vasco Dias: The bigger they are…
{Astrid crashes to the ground, and Shea goes for the cover!}ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Vasco Dias: … The harder they fall.
Terri Morasco: Shea O’Hara’s going to Night of the Immortals!
{"In God We Trust” by Sweet Little Machine plays as Shea triumphantly rises to her feet.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner… Shea O’Hara!!
{Astrid rises to her feet, a look of disappointment clear in her eyes but smiling with pride at Shea’s accomplishments. The two women look at one another for a few moments before Shea offers Astrid her hand, which Astrid accepts. The two shake hands with slight tension… before Astrid pulls Shea close for a fierce, congratulatory embrace, the Valkyrie’s smile broadening. After a few moments the women break apart, Emma Danielson joining them in the ring smiling at her two students with pride. Emma applauds as Astrid lifts Shea onto her shoulder, other arm pointing with thrilled anticipation at the Night of the Immortals sign overhead.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Lizzy Dalmon vs Alexis Caffrey
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall…
{“We Can't Stop” by Trust the Medic begins to play and Lizzy Dalmon makes his way to the ring, her brother Landon following close behind. The fans boo her as she makes her way to the ring. Halfway there she stops and poses so that people can take a picture of her. When she gets to the ring she climbs the steps and enters. Once in the ring she continues to pose for more pictures.}Alison Valance: From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 110 pounds...LIZZY...DALLLLMON!!!
Terri Morasco: She talked a big game, but when it came to the Iron Maiden, she didn’t fare well at all.
Vasco Dias: That maybe true, but she has another shot to prove herself here tonight.
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{“Cult of Love” by Living Colour hits the sound system with a slow piano theme. The drums beat as "Cult of Personality" is mashed in just as Alexis shuffles out onto the stage. Alexis poses for the crowd who show their appreciation for the IWF Hall of Famer before she skips down to the ring.}Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is an IWF Hall of Famer...Alexis Caffreeeey!!!
{She gets to the ring and climbs up on the apron. She steps in under the middle rope and heads to the corner opposite the entrance ramp waiting for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: I don’t know what to say about last week, other than the fact that Alexis cost her team the match and got the Diamonds Champion pinned by the number one contender.
Vasco Dias: That was despicable, and I can’t believe how immature Alexis has been lately.
Terri Morasco: Immature? Paige attacked her first, she’s just been showing that she can play the game as well.
{The two girls circle the ring and eye up one another, as this is the first time these two face off for the first time.
They finally lock up in the center of the ring with Lizzy getting the advantage, pulling Alexis into a headlock, wrenching down not once but twice before Alexis is able to back her into the ropes and then send her to the far side. She ducks down on her stomach and Lizzy jumps over her, and then Alexis leaps in the air, over the just as short Lizzy with a Leapfrog, but Lizzy stops and turns to Alexis who turns after landing on her feet, only to be kicked in the stomach by the Dalmon family member who then brings her knee straight up into the face of the IWF Hall of Famer!}Vasco Dias: WHAT A SHOT!
{Alexis falls back hard and Lizzy jumps on the cover but only gets a two count before Alexis shoots her shoulder off of the canvas. Lizzy looks down at Alexis with a glare before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to her feet. She pulls her head in and runs toward the turnbuckle, looking for a Tornado DDT, but Alexis pushes her off chest first into the turnbuckle, Lizzy falling from her seated position on the second turnbuckle into a shorter tree of woe position.}Terri Morasco: And Alexis with some time to regroup here.
Vasco Dias: Lizzy’s in a bad position here.
{Alexis runs toward Lizzy and hits her with a Dropkick to her exposed stomach, Lizzy falling out of the corner. Alexis is quick to her feet, pulling Lizzy to her feet and out of the corner, right into a Spinning Neckbreaker in the center of the ring, floating over and hooking the leg of Lizzy, but only gets a two count to her dismay.}Vasco Dias: It’s going to take more than that to put down a Dalmon.
Terri Morasco: And perhaps Alexis is prepared to do that.
{Alexis is up and stalking Lizzy who is slowly getting to her feet. Alexis charges forward with a huge Dropkick, knocking Lizzy back into the corner, with a backward somersault, she’s to her feet and charges the corner again with a Running Knee right to the face of Lizzy, and as Lizzy stumbles out of the corner Alexis hits a Urinage Slam and tries over and over again to lock in the Anaconda Vice, but Lizzy uses her ring positioning to lock her leg around the bottom rope.}Vasco Dias: GENIUS!
Terri Morasco: Great use of ring awareness by Lizzy to escape the submission hold before any damage can be done.
{Lizzy rolls out of the ring and takes a second to catch her breath as Alexis is held back by the referee.}Terri Morasco: Now what is she doing?
Vasco Dias: She’s catching her breath. It’s great strategy.
Terri Morasco: We don’t have timeouts here…
{Alexis rolls out of the ring and runs after Lizzy who notices and starts running away, eventually rolling into the ring and as Alexis slides in, Lizzy attacks her with a Double Axe Handle across the back of the neck. She hammers a few more times before pulling Alexis up and shoving her hard into the turnbuckle. She takes a few steps back and charges Alexis, hitting her right in the chest with a Double Knee Strike in the corner. Similar to Alexis earlier, Lizzy pops up off the mat and as Alexis stumbles out of the corner, Lizzy jumps up and plants a knee in her face, Codebreaker style…}Vasco Dias: PLASTIC SURGERY!
{Lizzy crawls to the cover…
ONE! TWO! THR...NO!}Terri Morasco: Alexis gets the shoulder up!
{Lizzy looks down in disgust at the former Diamonds Champion with a sneer, smacking the mat in frustration. She gets up off the mat and starts yelling at the referee who just holds up a pair of fingers to signify two.}Terri Morasco: She’s wasting time here.
Vasco Dias: She’s just voicing her frustrations!
{Lizzy looks down at Alexis and then up at the top turnbuckle, walking over and stepping under the bottom rope. She climbs to the top, looking down at her victim with a smirk on her face.}Terri Morasco: Could she be looking down at the biggest win of her career?
Vasco Dias: She’s looking to hit the “Trust Fund Flip”!
{Lizzy measures and lunges off the top rope, flipping through the air, CRASHING TO THE MAT as Alexis took the time to recuperate and roll out of the way. Lizzy’s holding her back in an extreme amount of pain, slowly getting to her feet. Alexis has pulled herself up in the corner and blows Lizzy a kiss before charging in and hitting the KISS GOODNIGHT (Spinning Codebreaker)!
Alexis is slow to her feet but when she gets there, she’s turned around by the shouting of Diamonds Champion Paige Garcia on the apron.}Terri Morasco: What the hell is she doing out here!?
Vasco Dias: Turning the tables.
{Alexis takes a swing at Paige who drops down from the apron. As she’s arguing with Paige, Lizzy sneaks up from behind and rolls her up as the referee counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!}Vasco Dias: YES!
Terri Morasco: Give an assist to Paige Garcia.
{The bell rings and Alison announces the winner.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...LIZZY...DALMON!
{Alexis’ hometown doesn’t appreciate the tactics, but the results are final. Lizzy celebrates her victory up the ramp as Paige and Sara flash an “L” at Alexis who is on her knees, glaring at the sisters as we go to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
”Respect?”
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{We join Andrew Jacobsen backstage, walking through the halls and adjusting his gloves. As he rounds a corner, he finds himself face-to-face with the Imperial Champion, Cable Arcane. The crowd roars at the face-to-face meeting of the two, and Andrew doesn't miss a beat in speaking.}Andrew Jacobsen: Cable. Good to see you.
{Cable regards him coldly for a moment, looking for any hint of sarcasm or insincerity but it isn't there, Andrew meant the greeting in the way only a competent challenger could. Cable adjusts the golden championship on his shoulder catching Andrew's eyes dart to the belt and back to Cable's gaze, the self proclaimed "Best in the World" smiles.}Cable Arcane: Likewise. I've honestly been looking forward to a little one on one with you now that the unpleasantness of Noah Field and the House of Howlett is past.
{The mention of the House raises the eyebrow of Andrew Jacobsen, skepticism lurks behind his eyes. He nods slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on Cable, voice unwavering.}Andrew Jacobsen: Yeah. Best to have our minds fully focused, right? We want a good, clean fight. Best man wins. How it's meant to be done. Right?
{This time there a sense of distrust in Andrew's voice and it causes Cable to crane his neck before speaking.}Cable Arcane: I'm not a child, Jacobsen, if you've got something to say, say it.
{Andrew shrugs, a half-smile on his face as he puts his hands up.}Andrew Jacobsen: I just want the fans to get what they deserve out of the main event of Night of the Immortals. Two athletes, in their prime, competing for the biggest prize in professional wrestling, and a result everyone can stand behind.
{He reaches out, lightly tapping the plate of the Imperial Title, and nods to Cable.}Andrew Jacobsen: All I wanted to say.
Cable Arcane: I get the feeling you don't trust this will be a fair contest?
{Andrew raises his eyebrows like he's surprised Cable would assume otherwise.}Cable Arcane: Every. Single. Time. I stepped into that ring I have done it alone!
{Cable pointedly jabs Andrew with his index finger.}Cable Arcane: The House of Howlett NEVER helped me win my matches or retain this championship! Laura got my foot back in the door but everything from the Heir to the Throne forward was me! So as far as this match goes, you don't have to worry about it being a fair fight, you have to worry about not repeating what happened last time we faced.
{Andrew's hand flashes up, swatting Cable's hand aside, and he steps in, eye to eye with the champion. His voice loses all humor as he speaks, eyes intently fixed forward.}Andrew Jacobsen: The House never helped you, huh? Tell that to Dre Cutler. How about Metamorphosis? If it weren't for Noah Field, our positions might be reversed today. I'm not going to fall over myself to trust you just because you took out your anger on the House. I'm not worried about repeats, I'm not worried about anything. All I'm thinking about is how much I want that title you've got. You want the respect you think you deserve? Get in that ring and show me why you deserve it...champ.
{Andrew can't help but flash a cocky grin at Cable, not yielding a step.}Cable Arcane: Heh... I never asked for or relied on their help, Jacobsen and when it came time to bring an end to the House it was ME alone in that ring. Not you, not Johnny, not Nighthawk. ME! I burned the House of Howlett to the ground, I ran Laura and her lackeys out of this company, I became the one and only two time Imperial Champion in the history of IWF! So honestly, I don't worry about whether or not you respect me, there is no denying I am the Best in the World.
Andrew Jacobsen: Only until Night of the Immortals. After? We'll see. Hate to go, but...I've got a match tonight. See you around.
{ With that said, Andrew brushes past Cable Arcane, seemingly getting the final word. Cable just watches him go with a slight smirk on his face. }----------------------------------------------------------
MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH
Fiona McFly & Jack Gaither vs Pandora Freeman & Spike Kane
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{ "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" by Dropkick Murphys kicks into high gear as Fiona McFly marches out on stage followed by none other than Jack Gaither, Fiona takes a bow, and then they both head down to the ring with Fiona giving lucky fans quick pecks on the cheek along the way. }Terri Morasco: To think, this all started out with Jack asking for a match with Spike, and Fiona challenging Pandora, who would have thought we’d get a mixed tag?
Vasco Dias: Do we even know why Gaither challenged Spike yet? It was so random and out of the blue. The guy has a death wish.
{The lights dim as the hum of monks chanting begins to fill the air before vocals rip through the arena.}"BROTHERS! MY BROTHERS!
We all recognise.
That I'm the problem, here."
{As the music switches between vocals, once the last line is stead the heavy guitar and drums kick back in with the dubstep overtones playing mixed in with it while Pandora Freeman and Spike Kane emerge from behind the curtain to a surprisingly loud reaction. The two of them move next to each other and press their heads together, placing an arm around each others and ushering some words of encouragement, before turning and heading right to the ring.}Terri Morasco: There is no denying that since Pandora began training with Spike she’s been more focused.
Vasco Dias: She won the Iron Maiden Terri, she’s going to Night of the Immortals, what is Fiona doing!? Probably giving the retiree over there a foot massage or visiting him in hospital after this match!
{Inside the ring Fiona looks ready to start the match for her team and Pandora looks ready to go, but Spike holds his hands up to say “I got this” and he turns and faces Fiona with a grin on his face. Fiona puts her hands her hips and glares at Spike, who holds his hands out, almost daring her to hit him, before he looks up to Jack, and shouts out “YOU WANTED ME, COME GET ME!”}Vasco Dias: You heard him Gaither, man the hell up!
{The crowd roar as Spike challenges Gaither, and for a moment Fiona tries to stop him from getting into the ring, but the smug look on Spike’s face soon stops her and Jack heads right into the ring and bolts right for Spike. The two begin exchanging blows, lefts and rights, before Spike whips Gaither off the ropes. As Jack comes back Spike almost beheads him with a lariat, taking him down, but Spike shifts his position really quick and locks in his All Hope is Lost!!! Gaither struggles right in the center of the ring, he flails for the ropes as Spike grins like a sick bastard while staring right at Fiona McFly.}Terri Morasco: Spike is torturing him!
Vasco Dias: Gaither tried to say that Spike couldn’t wrestle, that he was nothing without weapons and tools….I bet he’s eating those words right now.
{Jack cries out in pain as Spike wrenches on the hold, Fiona looks at her husband in pain and can’t take it any longer. Just as Jack looks like he’s about to tap Fiona hops the ropes and sends a front dropkick to the face of Spike Kane forcing him to break the hold. Over in her corner, as soon as Fiona lays her hands on Spike, Pandora is in the ring, she charges the unaware McFly and nails her with the TANK GIRL!!! Pandora rolls to a knee and looks to the crowd before….P-P-P-POW!!!}Terri Morasco: Check that out Vasco, the Diamonds coming to save their men!
{Fiona rolls out of the ring as Jack slowly crawls to his corner. Pandora moves to Spike, who signals that he’s OK. She helps him back to his feet and the two exchange a quick fist bump before Spike heads over to Gaither, he grabs him and pulls him away from his corner before he can tag in Fiona. He then whips him into Spike’s own corner, before walking over and tagging in Pandora himself. He lifts Jack Gaither into the air for a suplex as Pan climbs the turnbuckle and dives off hitting Jack with a crossbody while Spike holds him in the air. As Gaither crashes down Pandora rolls to her feet and her and Spike share another fist bump before Spike goes back to his corner.}Vasco Dias: Impressive team work from Team Spike.
Terri Morasco: Umm, why not team Pandora?
Vasco Dias: Ok, umm, why not Team Spikora?
Terri Morasco: You’re mocking me aren’t you?
{As Jack rolls away from Pandora she turns around to see a fiery Fiona McFly coming at her. Pan swings, but Fiona ducks and takes her down with an armdrag sending Fiona across the ring, she goes again and Fiona hits her with another. This time as Pandora gets to her feet Fiona is right in her face with a forearm smash, sending Pandora back into the turnbuckle. Fiona climbs up onto Pandora and begins to rain down punches trying to get the crowd behind her, ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! ...as she’s preoccupied, Pandora readjusts herself, absorbing the hits.}Terri Morasco: Fiona is letting that Belfast temper out right now!
Vasco Dias: I’m sure she’ll say she’s allowed to, but Spike isn’t.
{Pandora lifts Fiona up almost as if she’s going for a powerbomb off the turnbuckle, but at the last second Fiona adjusts herself and jumps back, stumbling to a knee, but not dropping down. Pandora adjusts on the fly, and hefts herself up onto the second rope as Fiona climbs back to her feet Pandora dives off the second rope with the BEAT DROP!!!}Vasco Dias: It’s over!
{It looks like Pandora is about to go for the pinfall when Jack Gaither grabs her by the hair, annoyed that she hit him with the cross body, and obviously preventing her from going for the pinfall. Pandora screams out as Jack pulls her her. She turns around and slaps him in the face. Jack rocks to the side and looks like he’s about to hit her back, in fact he raises his hand to do so, but out of nowhere BLOODY SUNDAY!!! Spike kicks Gaither right in the face, sending him over the ropes and to the outside! He leans over the ropes, glaring down with an absolute fury. He turns to look at Pandora, who simply nods at him, before she hits the ropes….and….RED SUN TO FIONA MCFLY!!! Pandora covers….ONE! TWO! THREE!!!! The referee calls for the bell as the music mix from earlier plays. Pandora jumps to her feet as Spike turns to hug her, she jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around him as they both raises their arms in the air.}Terri Morasco: Gaither wasn’t going to touch her, he was saying, look what I COULD do!
Vasco Dias: Sure, sure he was...doesn’t matter, Spike broke his jaw!
Terri Morasco: Regardless, Pandora picks up the pinfall for her team, and gains even more momentum heading towards Night of the Immortals!
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IWF SHIELDMAIDEN
SINGLES MATCH
Alicia Lukas vs Eternity
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{ The opening riff of "Root of all evil" by Incendiary starts and as the guitar kicks in with the baseline stomp Alicia Lukas emerges from the back, she stands on the entranceway and lifts on hand in the air throwing up the horns before making her way down to the ring. She runs up and slides across the apron on one knee lifting her hand on the air before sliding between the apron and the bottom rope. }Terri Morasco: Here we go, Shieldmaiden on the line!
Vasco Dias: And another victim in a long laundry list of Eternity's victims...
Terri Morasco: Seriously?! No faith in the proverbial underdog...
{ The lights go out completely, before the opening guitar riff causes blue strobe lights to pulse in time with it. A few moments pass before the lyrics to "No Color" by Otep begin, the blue strobe lights provide just enough illumination for us to see the purple coloured smoke slowly gathering to cloud the entranceway. }Vasco Dias: I think we should petition to change Eternity's music to "Another One Bites the Dust."
{ Eternity emerges from within the cloud of colourful smoke. There is a mixed reaction from the adults, but the children seem to fear the shadowy woman who is wearing a black hat and a veil with her head bowed as she seems to lightly bounce halfway down the ramp. }Terri Morasco: Pffft...certainly, at some point, she's gonna fall. Everyone knows that--it's simple math!
{ She stops in the middle of the ramp and takes a bow, taking her veiled black hat off and posing with it in her outstretched arms. She continues her journey down the ramp, skipping and carrying her hat in her right hand. She slides under the bottom rope into the ring and when she reaches the centre, she transitions into a skip, over to the turnbuckle where she hangs her hat on a ringpost, patting it. }Vasco Dias: Perhaps...but my guts tell me otherwise.
{ She then skips to the middle of the ring and falls to her knees, keeping her head bowed for a moment and her eyes closed. she tilts her head back and slowly opens her eyes to the heavens. This gesture now triggers the lights to slowly be raised back up to normal levels as her music starts also to fade away. }[DING!]
{ The dude in zebra stripes raises the Shieldmaiden above his head...only to chuck it out of the way rather quickly as Alicia and Eternity lock up in the center of the ring. Jockeying for position at first, the former Diamond in the Rough (heretofore "DITR") competitor shoves the longstanding champion back to the corner. The ref starts his count, and Lukas wisely breaks at four before locking up again; this time, Eternity pushes Lukas into the opposite corner yet immediately steps back. Suddenly, Eternity ducks underneath a clothesline, only to turn around and into a standing hip toss from Alicia, followed by a second. Holding onto the left arm, Alicia slowly transitions into a snap suplex before dropping the knees across her opponent's chest. As Eternity gets to all fours, she's hit with a rolling forearm that knocks her backwards. Lukas follows it up with a high-arcing vertical suplex into a bridge, but only gets a count of two. }Terri Morasco: The upstart challenger's looking to get ahead of the curve.
Vasco Dias: Pfffft, it's only a matter of time before the champ takes control. And we ALL know what will happen then.
{ Lukas stands her ground, trying to take Eternity by surprise with a body slam. She then proceeds to climb up to the third buckle...only to find out that the Shieldmaiden is more resourceful than she imagined, missing with a diving elbow drop that hits nothing but the deck! Now Eternity, slowly and methodically, puts the boots to Lukas' back as the crowd seems dead, neither portion of Quicken Loans Arena willing to take a side in this match. The longest-reigning champion, smirking from ear to ear, now starts toying with her rookie victim, spiking her to the mat with her "Devil Lock" DDT! A snap suplex crunches Alicia's back against that canvas hard as Eternity, giggling with a sadistic delight, stomps on the back once more. We see Alicia Lukas on the deck, clutching her back in pain as she tries to roll out of the way...but Eternity doesn't give her an inch, laying her opponent to rest with a sidewalk slam and pinning attempt, but she only gets a two-count. }Vasco Dias: Ya wonder if anyone will ever solve the puzzle Eternity presents...
Terri Morasco: Uh-huh...but right now, the Shieldmaiden is in total control!
{ Eyes wide open and ears clicked, Eternity looks to put another one on the chalkboard, surgically going after the noggin with some clubbing left hands! The ref cautions the SM about the use of closed fists, to which Eternity gives him a curious stare that actually spooks the guy! But this moment of distraction was all Alicia needs, as she fires off a left to the ribs, followed by a right and then an elbow to try and gain back the momentum...but Eternity shuts down that plan with a solid kick to the schnozz! Now cackling with pure demonic bliss, Eternity raises Alicia up and slams her back down with her Y-Incision pumphandle gutbuster before going for the pin... }1...!
2....!!
THREEEEEE-NOOOOOOO!!!!!
{Now Eternity's starting to get upset, which means bad news for many of her victims. Tired of the more practical, surgical method, the SM decides she wants to end the match right now. But she miscalculates her challenger's resilience, taking a sharp left punch that doubles her over! With a newfound sense of confidence in her, Lukas chucks Eternity over the top rope and onto the floor. The crowd, showing signs of life for the first time since a certain opening segment, gets behind the DITR mainstay as Alicia uses all her strength to go flying over the third strand, nailing Eternity with a suicide dive on the outside! }Vasco Dias: Ruh-roh! Right in front of us!
Terri Morasco: And where this match ends up from here, nobody knows!
{ In a proverbial no-woman's land, the two contestants start trading punches back and forth, with Lukas taking command and sending her opponent crashing shoulder-first into the steel steps! The ref's count reaches six before Alicia dumps the champ back into the ring before hitting her with some Muay Thai-style knees to the midsection! Alicia then hits Eternity with a rolling German Suplex before going for the pin! }1...!
2...!!
THREEEE--YEAH...AWWWWWW!!!
Vasco Dias: I knew it!
Terri Morasco: Alicia's making a rookie mistake here--she's arguing with the zebras instead of following up!
{ Lukas stands up pissed. She's barking at the man wearing the stripes that it was a three, but all she gets is the dreaded two fingers! She continues making her case known, uttering pointed barbs and zingers as Eternity slowly manages to pull herself back together. This is the moment the SM was looking for, as Eternity YANKS Lukas from behind, applying her dreaded DEATH KNELL Omega Driver! The Q falls silent as Eternity covers. }1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
Terri Morasco: You were right, Vasco. Another one bites the dust...
Vasci Dias: I'm always right, ya know?
{ We see the lights going down as "No Color" begins to play once more, with Eternity kneeling over the fallen Alicia Lukas before offering a ten-bell salute. }----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Johnny Gillmen vs Andrew Jacobsen
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Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event of the evening!
{Cannons shooting jets of water blast high into the air as Charm City Devils' "Unstoppable" begins to play. A lone blue spotlight appears on-stage as Johnny Gillmen steps in from behind the curtain, sporting aqua blue, olive green, and silver tights with matching boots and tassels and a T-shirt bearing the logo of his alma mater.}Alison Valance: Introducing first, from Midlothian, Texas, weighing in at 190 pounds, Johnny Gillmen!
Terri Morasco: The reason it’s Orange Fight Night tonight is that man, Johnny Gillmen. His social media activities incited controversy, and it was his words for Nighthawk that prompted the challenge that gives us our main event tonight.
Vasco Dias: Johnny needs to learn that when he gets on social media, bad things happen. Bad things like Andrew Jacobsen having to speak.
{Carrying his multi-colored surfboard with him, Johnny passes through, high-fiving fans along the way before sliding his longboard underneath the ring and hopping in to wait for his opponent.}Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{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: Being accompanied by Danielle Chase, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the winner of the 2017 Roulette, Andrew Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: Andrew made this challenge on behalf of his tag team partner Nighthawk, and with Nighthawk’s injury last week and Johnny doubling down on his criticism, you have to think he’ll be fired up here tonight.
Vasco Dias: Absolutely, which means he’ll show a fifth of the emotions of a normal human, instead of a tenth.
Terri Morasco: Will you be serious for a moment?!
{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: Lots of anticipation here for this main event, let’s get things underway!
{The bell rings, and the two men immediately shoot in for a lock-up with each other. Andrew quickly secures a hammerlock on the smaller Gillmen, controlling the arm and shoulder deftly. Johnny tries to wriggle out, but Andrew stays on top of him. Gillmen stomps back and down on the foot of Andrew, firing an elbow back up to try to break, but Andrew manages to hold on tightly, Johnny, sensing no escape, maneuvers things into the ropes, where Andrew immediately provides a clean break. Johnny shakes out his arm, shaking his head, and Andrew beckons him back in.}Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen immediately starting in with his technical wrestling base, and good ring awareness to get the rope break for Johnny Gillmen.
Vasco Dias: Why did Andrew break right away? Because he thought he had to? You have a five-count, man, use it!
{Johnny and Andrew circle again, and this time Johnny shoots in, looking for a single leg takedown. Andrew sprawls to block, though, switching quickly into a kneeling side headlock. Johnny struggles against the hold again, managing to get to a vertical base, and backs the two into the ropes, bouncing off and using the momentum to push Andrew off of him. Andrew hits the ropes, and Johnny catches him on the way back with a high dropkick! Johnny quickly drops into the pin!
ONE! KICKOUT! As Andrew kicks out, Johnny catches his arm and transitions into a half nelson chinlock, cranking on the neck of the North Star.}Terri Morasco: Nice dropkick from Gillmen, and to his credit he’s staying right on top of Andrew with that chinlock, wearing the bigger man down.
Vasco Dias: This has to be a statement. Gillmen’s been upset that people have questioned his right to be here, so he’s gone in and he’s trying to grapple with one of the best technicians we have. Bold strategy, let’s see if it pays off.
{Johnny cranks on the chinlock, and as Andrew struggles, he hooks the other arm, transitioning into a three-quarter nelson which he rolls into a pin!
ONE! Andrew kicks out, yanking his arm free, and when Johnny charges in Andrew snares him with a drop toe hold. Andrew floats over and snares a front facelock, guiding Johnny to his feet. Johnny struggles, firing a forearm into Andrew’s gut. The North Star stumbles, but keeps the hold on, so Johnny delivers a second shot, and a third, and a fourth. He buys himself a little separation, and Johnny bulls Andrew into the corner, delivering a series of shoulder thrusts! As Andrew straightens up, Johnny snaps him over with an armdrag and quickly converts it into a crucifix!
ONE! TWO! Andrew kicks out again! Johnny shakes his head, breathing out through his nose slowly as Andrew recovers.}Terri Morasco: There’s been a lot of control from Johnny here so far in this match.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, there has. I think he’s fired up enough to show the world he really means business.
{Andrew rolls to the outside, cracking his neck and trying to recuperate, and Johnny senses an opening. He bounces on the soles of his feet before hitting the ropes, and springboards out onto Andrew with the HIGH TIDE shooting star press! Gillmen scrambles to her feet, grabbing Andrew by the scruff of the neck and throwing him back into the ring before rolling in himself. Johnny hooks the leg quickly!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! The frustration begins to build on Johnny’s face again, and he nods, grabbing his own front facelock on Andrew. Johnny maneuvers Andrew to his feet and looks for a snap suplex, but Andrew manages to hook his leg to block!}Terri Morasco: Andrew Jacobsen narrowly kicked out from that shooting star press, but he’s still got some fight in him!
Vasco Dias: I don’t think anyone expected this kind of showing from Johnny Gillmen. He’s been able to cut Andrew off at every turn.
{Johnny tries it again, and is blocked again, and Andrew manages to take advantage of the moment’s distraction to break from the facelock. Johnny quickly lashes out with a quick knee to the gut, hooking Andrew in another front facelock, but this time, Andrew is ready, getting his feet grounded and bringing Johnny over with the BOREALIS suplex!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Andrew gets to his feet, and Johnny’s right there, meeting him with a pair of snap jabs before spinning around and snaring Andrew in a rear waistlock! Andrew shakes his head, looking a little dazed as Johnny wrenches on the waistlock, looking for another takedown!}Terri Morasco: Johnny’s trying to grapple with Andrew again, but I don’t know how smart that is when he has a full vertical base.
Vasco Dias: He thinks it’ll work, let him try! Who are you to stifle his creativity in the ring, Morasco?!
{Johnny tries to lift Andrew again, but Andrew spins out, getting a rear waistlock on Johnny of his own and quickly popping his hips to bring Gillmen over with a huge German suplex! Andrew rolls through smoothly, hitting a second, and brings Johnny up for the third suplex to complete the HAT TRICK! Andrew arches his back for the bridge!
ONE! TWO! THR—KICKOUT! Andrew seems momentarily shocked that Johnny kicked out, but nods, rolling his wrists and measuring Johnny as he stands.}Terri Morasco: There’s that explosive power from Andrew Jacobsen on that trifecta of German suplexes! He’s starting to get some momentum behind him, and we all know what that can do.
Vasco Dias: Andrew’s dangerous if you give him room to breathe. Johnny shut him down earlier, he can do it now.
{Andrew grabs Johnny, hauling him into a pumphandle and lifting him for the COLD SNAP backbreaker! No! Johnny manages to fight out of Andrew’s grip as he’s lifted, reaching over with his free hand and planting a thumb in Andrew’s eye! Andrew drops Johnny, clutching at his eye, and Johnny gets behind Andrew, leaping and wrapping his legs around Andrew’s neck before drilling him with the REVERSE BLAST hurricanrana! Andrew’s spiked right on his head, and Johnny quickly hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! THRE—KICKOUT! Johnny looks to be in shock, and Andrew clutches at his neck as Johnny starts to protest the call.}Terri Morasco: That thumb to the eye averted disaster for Gillmen, and he thinks he should have had the three there.
Vasco Dias: He should have! That was as close to three as you get!
Terri Morasco: But not three!
Vasco Dias: ROUND UP, WOMAN!
{Johnny shakes his head, grabbing Andrew and dragging him to the corner. He gets Andrew up on the top rope, back facing the ring, and holds onto his arm, pulling Andrew down into a cutthroat torture rack position! Johnny walks out into the center of the ring, carrying the much larger Jacobsen on his shoulders, and shouts for the HANG TEN!}Terri Morasco: HANG TEN! This could be it!
{As Johnny arches backwards, though, Andrew frees his arms, quickly hooking Johnny into a crucifix! He rolls through smoothly, though, converting it into a familiar hold: the HANGMAN’S CLUTCH! The crowd roars at the tribute to his tag partner, and Johnny frantically scrambles at the hold, spinning and thrashing to find some relief. Andrew’s grip is vice-like, though, and Johnny begins to slowly, slowly fade…BEFORE GETTING HIS FEET UNDERNEATH HIMSELF AND PUSHING OFF TO ROLL ANDREW ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! NO! ANDREW ROLLS THROUGH! CENTER OF THE RING! NOWHERE TO GO! Gillmen struggles one more time, hand flailing frantically…
AND HE TAPS! The bell rings, and the moment it does, Andrew releases the hold, getting to his feet as “Unbreakable” plays over the PA.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Andrew Jacobsen!
Terri Morasco: What a moment! With a tribute to his injured partner, Andrew Jacobsen submits Johnny Gillmen in the main event here on Sacrifice!
Vasco Dias: It was a great counter, but take nothing away from Johnny Gillmen! He had Andrew on the ropes many a time throughout this match!
Terri Morasco: He put up a good fight, but in the end, Andrew managed to pull out the win.
{Andrew rolls out of the ring, walking back up the ramp, and Johnny Gillmen is left shaking his head in dismay in the middle of the ring. He reaches under the bottom rope, grabbing his surfboard, and pulls it into the ring, staring at it in dismay.}Terri Morasco: And Johnny Gillmen’s clearly been affected by thi—wait, what the hell?!
{As Johnny kneels, board in hand, a fan in an old Johnny Gillmen T-shirt hops the barricade, rolling into the ring and delivering a kick to the side of Johnny’s head! The referee immediately rushes him, pushing him back into the corner and shouting at the man, who shouts back in a slurring Irish accent. Johnny barely seems to have registered the boot, though, and he slowly rises to his feet, setting the surfboard up in the corner.}Terri Morasco: A fan jumping the barricade to go after Johnny Gillmen, obviously drunk. We’re sorry about this, folks. Thanks for joining us here tonight on Sacrifice, and—
{As Terri speaks, Johnny’s gaze has turned to the fan, and he charges the referee, tearing him off of the fan and beginning to lay into the drunk man with a flurry of punches! The crowd begins to boo as Johnny viciously assaults the man, who crumples in the corner under a hail of fists and boots. Johnny beats him down into the corner before picking the man up and prepping him for a slam.}Terri Morasco: Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Gillmen has snapped! He’s absolutely lost his mind here! Someone get security down here!
Vasco Dias: This is what happens when you get into it with someone who fights for a living, Terri! And what a better way to cap off Orange Fight Night than by fighting a drunk Irishman?
{Andrew Jacobsen has emerged from the back again, along with security, and they begin to charge the ring…but not before Johnny charges across the ring and DRIVES THE FAN THROUGH THE SURFBOARD WITH A POWERSLAM! Johnny hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, hopping the rail just as Andrew slides under the ropes.}Terri Morasco: WHAT THE HELL?! Johnny Gillmen just put that man through his surfboard, and now he’s fleeing for his life from security!
Vasco Dias: He was sending a message! Johnny Gillmen is not a man to be trifled with!
Terri Morasco: This is just disgusting, folks…I apologize wholeheartedly for what you just saw, I—cut the cameras! Get the medics down here!
{The show fades on security rushing into the crowd after Gillmen, Andrew kneeling next to the crumpled form of the man and glaring daggers after Gillmen as we fade out.}
Well howdy there pardner.