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SINGLES MATCH
Teddy Steele vs Ryan Shane
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Terri Morasco: What an opening contest here tonight on Sacrifice.
Vasco Dias: I couldnât care less about who wins, but this has been more entertaining than I expected.
{Teddy stalks Ryan and as he turns, Teddy starts squeezing the life out of him with the âTeddy Bear Hugâ (Bearhug)! Ryan does what he can to get out of the hold or at least alleviate some of the pressure. As heâs swinging his hands around, he pulls his arm back and plants a few elbows into the shoulder of Teddy, releasing the hold.}Terri Morasco: He got out of the hold!
{Teddy then gets doubled over by a knee to the gut before Ryan grabs him by the head and plants him into the mat with a DDT! Ryan is then to his feet and waits as Teddy slowly gets to a knee holding his forehead. Ryan charges toward the ropes and returns back with a KNEE TO THE FACE!}Terri Morasco: Shaning Wizard!
Vasco Dias: Thatâll leave a mark.
{Shane covers Teddy and hooks the leg.
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...RYAAAAAAN SHAAAAAAANE!!!
{Ryan celebrates the victory as the feed fades to the backâŠ}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âSoonâ
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{ We open to the backstage area where we see Steve Awesome in trendy street clothes along with Mandi Matthews walking briskly. Steve stops every so many feet to throw open a random door and look around as Mandi just shakes her head. }Mandi Matthews: This is ridiculous. Heâs not going to be here.
Steve Awesome: Hasnât stopped him from being here before!
{ Steve moves on and throws another door wide open as Mandi chases after him. }Mandi Matthews: Heâs not on the roster anymore! You proved Rob was Lord Dominicus and his contract was ended.
Steve Awesome: Yeah!? Well he was on the show last week and the week before!
Mandi Matthews: I talked to Verona, he isnât going to be allowed in the arena anymore.
{ This seems to give Steve an ideas as he starts to rush down a hall way. Mandi shakes her head as she chases after him. }Mandi Matthews: Just let it go Steve!
Steve Awesome: He wonât!
Mandi Matthews: Be the bigger man!
{ Steve doesnât seem to be listening as he gets to the door leading out to the parking garage, he throws it open in dramatic fashion and there just twenty yards away is Rob Diamond dressed in usual jeans and t-shirt, ready to go. Steve steps through the door but Mandi grabs him. }Mandi Matthews: Steve, donât, this is never going to end.
{ Steve seems to hesitate when Rob chimes in. }Rob Diamond: Listen to the woman, Steve! Listen to the woman!
{ Steve pushes past Mandi now ready to light Rob up but Mandi rushes out and puts herself between the two of them, both stopping just out of armâs reach, not willing to get her hurt again. }Mandi Matthews: I am sick of this shit! You two used to be best friends! I donât care what has happened between you, who has hurt, you are goddamn even now! Rob! You cost Steve his contract and he did the same to you! This is professional wrestling, that sort of shit isnât forever! Just let it go and move on!
{ They both lock eyes with each other as Mandi keeps looking from one to the other. }Mandi Matthews: Best friends! Brothers! Family! Family fights and then they move on, they get over it, they kiss and make up! Are you both telling me you would be ok ending the otherâs career!? That your ten years of friendship mean absolutely nothing.
{ Rob fires back fast. }Rob Diamond: Yup.
Steve Awesome: Me too.
Mandi Matthews: Bullshit! This isnât happening tonight. You two really want to try and end each otherâs careers then you do it in the ring like men. Not in a parking garage or in an empty arena. Youâre professional wrestlers, youâre men, youâre goddamn family. Act like it!
{ Mandi then storms off leaving the two of them alone. Steve and Rob both watch her leave then turn back to each other. Their eyes locked. }Steve Awesome: SoâŠ
Rob Diamond: Not tonight.
Steve Awesome: But soon.
Rob Diamond: Deal.
{ They donât break the stare, instead both slowly backing up until Steve ends up back inside the arena and Rob lowering himself into a rental car⊠}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Crystal Millar vs Lizzy Dalmon
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Terri Morasco: After beating Alexis last week, no matter how it happened, I think Lizzy is a little full of herself tonight.
Vasco Dias: And why shouldnât she be?
{Crystal is getting to her feet but is clearly woozy. Lizzy runs forward and leaps in the air, looking for her version of a Codebreaker that she calls âPlastic Surgeryâ. CRYSTAL GRABS HOLD OF THE TOP ROPE! Lizzy slams hard on the mat as Crystal flips her hair in the air, still feeling the effects of the match.}Terri Morasco: Great counter by Crystal.
Vasco Dias: That wasnât a counter...simply ring awareness, and when youâve been around as long as her, you should have some.
{Crystal recovers and as Lizzy is to her feet, holding her back, Crystal swings her leg in the air and plants her with a Flashing Lights (Chick Kick)! Lizzyâs eyes are glazed over in her head as Crystal doesnât hesitate, stepping out to the apron and climbing to the top rope. She lunges off and hits the LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION! 630 Corkscrew!
1!
2!!
3!!!
The bell rings.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN...CRYSTAL MILLAR!!!
Terri Morasco: After Lizzy gets a win over a Hall of Famer, some would consider this a letdown.
Vasco Dias: Sheâll have to prove herself again...thatâs the roller coasters of life.
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SEGMENT
âGoodbyeâ
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{As Sacrifice comes back from a commercial break the opening strains of "I Remember (Holding Out For A Hero Intro)" by Tristam boom out over the arena's loudspeakers, causing the crowd to rise to their feet in unison.
But as Nighthawk hobbles out to the top of the ramp on crutches with a giant air cast on his left leg, his usual fire and intensity having faded from him, the crowd slowly becomes more and more silent as he stands there looking at the crowd for what seems to be perhaps the last time.
Wordlessly Andrew Jacobsen and Jayson Matthews come out to the top of the ramp and pat their friend on the back and help him walk down the ramp, allowing Nighthawk to say thank you to the crowd in the first few rows as he does so.
Rolling underneath the bottom rope Nighthawk asks for a microphone from Alison Valance, who herself is wiping tears out of her eyes as she has an idea of what's about to be coming, before leaning on his crutches in the middle of the ring.}Nighthawk: "I have been here for three years, and coming into your homes every week is one of my great privileges.
And if I'm being honest, with the exception of the men in this ring, every member of this crowd is a member of my extended family. And every week, I have come out here and tried to give you my best effort, to make it so that when you went home from a show like this you knew you had gotten your money's worth.
Through good times, and bad, you have been here for me. The victories were sweeter because we did them together. The losses hurt less because we felt them together.
And when I stepped in the ring against Ryan Shane, I was looking forward to another victory. I was looking forward to what would be a great match. And then I went for a double-stomp and everything I was looking forward to faded away.
I was sent from the arena in an ambulance, screaming in agony. I was told I had done serious damage to my knee, but the full extent wouldn't be known until they could take a look at it. That was last week. That was one of the reasons why I couldn't be here last week. I went to Dr. James Andrews and he told me the news.
{Nighthawk chokes back tears}Nighthawk: My ACL, and LCL, are completely torn. Surgery is imminent to repair the damage, but that is not all. I cannot wrestle until I am fully medically cleared. This is the standard now. All the battles, all the wars, means that might not ever happen again. So for right now, I regret to say I'm stepping away from active competition.
I love you all, and I will miss you all.
Before I walk out of here, I have something to say to Andrew Jacobsen and Jayson Matthews.
Andrew, you are not just my closest friend in this company, but you are the best pure technician I have ever been in the ring with. It was an honor to train alongside you, and I know you can defeat Cable Arcane. So do they.
Jayson, I will always be your coach. You have, for your age in this sport, unlimited potential. There is no better athlete anywhere in the world. Anytime you need someone to help you, to provide you with guidance, my door is always open. Thank you for reminding me how much I love to teach, and thank you for being such a willing pupil.
Thank you again. Thank you so much."
{As "I Remember (Holding Out For A Hero Intro)" by Tristam plays one more time, the crowd stands to their feet in unison as Nighthawk stands in the middle of the ring clearly pleased by the standing ovation he is receiving as Sacrifice goes to commercial.}----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Alicia Lukas vs Shea OâHara
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{The lights go out before the tron flickers to life with a flick of orange hair, before "In God We Trustâ 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!"
{The crowd chant along with the song, as Shea OâHara 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 âdevil hornsâ 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 âdevil hornsâ once again.}Terri Morasco: Shea O'Hara looked impressive last week!
{ 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. }Vasco Dias: And so did Alicia Lukas...too bad she couldn't solve the Eternity puzzle.
[DING!]
{ Shea and Alicia lock up in the center of the ring as the zebrashirt calls for the bell. The two ladies jockey for position at first, with neither gaining the command of the match early on. We see both O'Hara and Lukas disengage from each other, running the ropes in a criss-cross pattern before the ex-Shieldmaiden hits the former Diamond in the Rough participant with a hip toss, followed by a second. Closely tugging onto that left arm, Shea takes her opponent to the mat and applies a classic armbar. But Alicia sees the hold right away and instinctively kicks O'Hara in the schnozz, breaking the hold. Alicia takes advantage of Shea grabbing her face and sends her for the ride, but as she bounces off the ropes, she ducks underneath a clothesline and applies a slick-looking tornado DDT that gets a count of two. Taking control again, Shea presses Lukas to the corner and applies a snap suplex. Yet as Shea climbs up to the top buckle, attempting a senton, Alicia manages to roll out of the way, causing the Cork, Ireland native to hit nothing but the deck! }Terri Morasco: Oy! Crashed and burned!!
Vasco Dias: Happens when ya go for a blind move...
{ Lukas seizes the momentum away, picking O'Hara up by the hair--earning a few stern words from the dude in stripes--before kneeing her victim twice in the ribs with her Muay Thai combat style. Alicia shoots her opponent in, and hits Shea with a low dropkick that sends her to a knee before applying a snap suplex of her own...followed by a second before transitioning into a higher-arcing vertical suplex variety to complete the hat trick. She then proceeds to head up to the top strand, where she hits a frog splash-elbow drop combination that nets her a two-count. Alicia grits her teeth, yet oozes with confidence as she chucks her opponent to the outside. The two women start trading pumches at this juncture as the ref counts; when he's up to six, Lukas sends O'Hara crashing headlong into the steel steps, where she lands shoulder-first! }Terri Morasco: Action on the outside! Who's gonna take command of this match?!
Vasco Dias: Nobody if that zebra counts to ten!
{ When the zebra's count is up to nine, Alicia Lukas dumps Shea O'Hara back into the ring and makes it just in the nick of time. As O'Hara is caught in the stands, Alicia delivers a knee or two to the midsection before attempting a suplex..but Shea springs to life, blocking the maneuver before hitting her in the face with an elbow, then another, and a third! Lukas reels backwards toward the ropes as Shea uses her own martial arts prowess to great effect, firing kicks and open-handed punches to the side of the head. Eventually O'Hara traps her opponent's left arm, applying a vicious exploder suplex! }Terri Morasco: The Bombshell! This could be the end!
{ O'Hara goes for the pin.. }1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEE--AWWWWWWW...!!!
{ Shea shakes her head for a moment before recomposing her thoughts on the mission at hand. Trapping her opponent's left arm once more, she tries to go for a second "Bombshell" suplex...only for Lukas to kick her in the stomach, blocking the move. Now Alicia is in high gear, executing her famous rolling German suplex, transitioning into a bridge for a pin... }1...!
2...!!
{ But just as the referee's hand was about to make that connection to the canvas for a third time, the lights inside the building start to flicker! }Vasco Dias: What the--?! I have a bad feelin' about--
Terri Morasco: Don't tell me...Eternity's up to her old tricks again!
Vasco Dias: And that means bad news is on the horizon, I'd say...
{ Indeed, Alicia Lukas becomes distracted by the all-too-familiar sound of Eternity's laughter going through the speakers, prompting her to not go for a follow-up maneuver. This distraction is the one thing Shea O'Hara needed...and she capitalizes on it in full force, nailing Lukas with her T-Bone suplex that is dubbed the SWEET LITTLE MACHINE! Alicia Lukas is laid out spread-eagle in the center of the ring as Shea O'Hara goes for the cover. }1...!
2....!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[DING-DING-DING!!!]
{ The referee sheepishly raises Shea's hand in victory before getting the hell out of dodge! Meanwhile, we hear the sound of Eternity's freakish cackles of laughter bellowing out from the Cincinnati-based arena loudspeakers as Alicia sits up, wondering what the hell just happened out there. }----------------------------------------------------------
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âWhat Comes Nextâ
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âHere we were several years removed from (redacted) and the two of them were still going at each other.â{ We open to a NCW ring with a non face painted Angel giving a brutal beatdown to the Immortal One known as Falcon. }âHe never gave a real reason why, it was always platitudes about being the best or a deep hatred, but why he attacked him that first time in NCW has always remained a mystery.â{ We jump forward four weeks to their first pay per view bout in NCW, it was match of Angelâs own design, one we would come to see him dominate in through out his career. The Death Cage. The ring was caged in, weapons adorned the walls, across the drop was a three foot wide ramp. The match itself was brutal, blood was shed, barbed wire ripped open flesh, hair was scorched through flaming tables, in the end the battle reached the top of the cage, the ramp. Angel would get the upper hand and deliver a Heaven;s Fury bulldog off the top and throw the announce table on Falcon. Neither man truly won that match. }âI never understood why they went to such great lengths to hurt each other. Falcon always tried to speak to the man he knew but Angel? Angel never seemed to hear him. It was like somewhere along the way they became two completely opposite people and thatâs what always drew them together.â{ A highlight reel plays now, we see the rise of the Age of the Revolution, Falcon eventually becoming NCW World Champion over Adam Knite. Then, later, Angel Blake would become NCW World Champion. Their paths following a parallel as each of them tried to travel their own way. Falcon would go on to be the most dominate National Champion in company history as Angel Blake would instead become one of the most feared men next to Spike Kane. It would be a long time before they crossed paths again but when they did it was twice as bloody as the first time. }âItâs hard to explain. Falcon is like everything good about professional wrestling. Virtuous, honorable, only cares about entertaining the fans and Angel? Heâs like everything bad. Selfish and self serving, self righteous with no regard fro human life. Itâs not really a wonder theyâre mortal enemies except for the fact they used to be best friends.â{ We come now to IWF. The promotion where Angel really staked his claim as one of the best in the world as he would go on a tear that lasted more than a year. He would lead several stables and they would take him to a win in the Roulette, the first Roulette and an Imperial title run that was record breaking for itâs time. He destroyed many men during this time. While Falcon his a slump, injuries caught up with him and despite training and surgery he could never quite get back on the same page. Mostly he would find himself at home watching his former best friend rip the world apart, only wishing he could be a part of it. But then something strange happened. Angel lost the Imperial title, then vanished from IWF. It would still be another year before Falcon found his way back to the company but he did and he went on a silent run, picking up big wins and having classic matches with Spike Kane. }âAfter everything they had been through I had hoped it was over. Falconâs career was nearing itâs end and Angel? He hadnât been seen in IWF in a long time⊠I was wrong of course.â{ That brings us to the night Falcon was going to announce his retirement from professional wrestling, or so we assume. He stood there ready to make his proclamation when the lights went out. }âI have to assume Angel couldnât let his greatest rivals career end this way.â{ We heard the words of Angel Blake boom throughout the arena as he proclaimed he wasnât finished with Falcon yet and a sly smile spread across the face of the Immortal One. }âIf anyone is going to kill the Immortal One, itâs going to be Angel Blake.â{ âWrong Side of Heavenâ by Five Finger Death Punch plays as we are a treated to one final highlight reel of all of their encounters, all of their death defying moves and finally settling on a final still shot of the two men face to face in the middle of a ring in front of thousands⊠}âIâm scared of what comes nextâŠâ----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Sam Braxton & Will Fenell vs El Grande Malo & James Gilmore
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{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 appears on the stage, hidden by a dark hooded jacket. Sam crouches down, his arms outstretched wide and his fingers twitching in anticipation. Sam rises to his feet with an aggressive flourish and with an ominous smile he advances towards the ring, spurning any and all members of the crowd along the way.}Alison Valance: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Alison Valance: Introducing first, representing the Lost Boys, from Brisbane, Queensland, Australia, weighing in at 92 kilograms, Sam BRAXTON!
Terri Morasco: Sam Braxton is flying solo from his partner this week, but heâs certainly no stranger to tag team warfare. How do you think heâll be able to cooperate with his partner this week, Vasco?
Vasco Dias: Better than his opponents will, for sure. Braxtonâs a professional. He knows how to get the job done, and thatâs what weâll be seeing tonight.
{Sam bounds onto the apron and then over the ropes into the ring, ascending a nearby turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd. Sam backflips off of the turnbuckle and once again assumes a crouch, this time with one hand resting on the ring, and the other on his thigh, as the lights return to normal and the music gradually fades.}Alison Valance: And his tag team partnerâŠ
"Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba. You pussy @#$! finna make me kill one a y'all"
{We hear the opening intro for Atlanta's own T.I "Hurt" come over the P.A. system. We see the Redneck Rampage banner across the tron as the house lights dim a bit and a red and white hue takes over the arena. One half of the Brothers Fenell, Will comes walking out from behind the curtain he's nodding his head with the beat of the song and flashes his grill at the fans as he walks down the ramp way, the crowd going absolutely nuts for him.}Alison Valance: From the A-T-L, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the Pitbull, Will Fenell!
Terri Morasco: Listen to the ovation for Will Fenell! This crowd is one hundred percent behind him here tonight!
Vasco Dias: Itâs an impressive level of support, and if you heard him talk this week you know why. The man has a way of getting people fired up, Terri. Shame his mind isnât as strong as his mouth.
{Will rolls into the ring flashes his grill once more then goes to his corner bouncing from foot to foot before bending down like a catcher behind home plate but resting his arms on his legs and waits for the opening bell of the match.} Alison Valance: And their opponentsâŠ
{The crowd boos preemptively, but the boos fade as the house lights dim slightly and the word âOLĂâ appears on the screen. The fans begin chanting along with the music as El GrandĂ© 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.}Alison Valance: From Mexico, Maine, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the Pride of Mexico, El Grrrrrrrrrrrrande Mmmmmaaaaaaaaalooooooo!
Terri Morasco: You have to feel bad for El Grande Malo. Heâs beloved by the fans, and yet his partner this weekâŠ
Vasco Dias: Oh, his partner. I have words for his partner, Terri. Just you wait.
{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.}Alison Valance: And his tag team partnerâŠ
{Cannons shooting jets of water blast high into the air as Digital Summer's "Playing the Saint" begins to play, to the utter loathing of the audience. A lone blue spotlight appears on-stage as James Gilmore steps in from behind the curtain, sporting red, white, and blue all-American themed tights with matching boots and tassels and a T-shirt bearing the logo of his alma mater.}Alison Valance: From Corpus Christi, Texas, weighing in at 190 pounds, James Gilmore!
Terri Morasco: And the crowd has just HAD IT with James Gilmore! When he burnt his bridges last week, he made sure they stayed burnt!
Vasco Dias: They call me smug, Terri. Me. And yet thereâs this man. Normally, Iâm a peaceful human being, but I want to see Fenell carry out that threat of his here.
{Carrying his patriotic-themed surfboard with him, James passes through before sliding his longboard underneath the ring and hopping in to wait for his opponent.}Terri Morasco: Itâs a clash of the loved and the hated, inâŠokay, maybe not exactly equal measureâŠand weâre about to get underway! Letâs get this going!
{El Grande Malo volunteers to start for his team with a smile on his face, while Sam Braxton, reluctantly, begins for his side. The two men circle each other before Malo stops in his tracks, offering a handshake with a smile. Braxton pulls up, confused, and Malo offers his hand again, still beaming ear to ear. Braxton shrugs, taking the hand of Malo, and shakes it. Malo looks around, giving the crowd a thumbs up, and Braxton quickly short-arms Malo into a kneelift to the gut! Malo clutches his midsection as he doubles over, and Sam quickly hits an upkick, followed by a spinning heel kick to Maloâs sternum, another upkick, another heel kick, and hits the ropes to blast Malo in the side of the head with a running dropkick! Braxton covers!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Undeterred, Sam snags Malo in a front facelock, dragging him over to the corner where Will Fenell tags in. Will steps between the ropes and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of El Grande Malo as Sam holds the facelock, and the referee ushers Braxton out of the ring as Will takes over.}Terri Morasco: Quick tag there, isolating El Grande Malo. Seems like neither of these men has forgotten how to be half of a tag team.
Vasco Dias: When youâre as dedicated as Will Fenell or Sam Braxton to the art of tag-team wrestling, you donât lose sight of the fundamentals like that.
{Will pulls Malo out of the corner and nails a swinging neckbreaker. He holds on, pulling Malo to his feet, but pauses, as the crowd has spontaneously erupted in a âJOH-NNY FUCK-BOY!â chant. Will cracks a grin ear to ear, and points with his off hand to Gilmore, who is standing on the apron and looking rather unamused with the chant. Gilmore begins to talk trash to the fans in the front row as Will lets Malo out of the facelock, grabbing his chin and saying something to him before miming a tag motion with his hands. Malo nods slowly, only for Will to grab his wrist and Irish whip him back into his corner. Malo reaches over, tagging Gilmore, who seems jolted to his senses by the tag. He doesnât have any time to protest, however, before Will Fenell charges the corner and hiptosses him back over the ropes to the delight of the fans!}Terri Morasco: We just knew this was going to happen! Will Fenell said he wanted to get his hands on James Gilmore all week, and now heâs got his chance thanks to a rather vulgar chant!
Vasco Dias: Something tells me the income brackets are about to change around here, Terri! Just you watch!
{James rolls to his feet, irate, but Will cuts him off with a throat thrust followed by a kick to the gut, and spins Gilmore around, hooking him up and bellowing âTAX RAISE!â before hitting a huge exploder suplex! James bounces up onto his feet, and Will meets him again, kicking him in the gut and delivering a brutal snap suplex that nearly drops Gilmore straight on his head, accompanied by its own shout of âTAX RAISE!â He rolls through for a secondââTAX RAISE!ââand a thirdââTAX RAISE!â, before switching gears and bouncing Gilmoreâs legs off the top rope for a slingshot Falcon Arrow, which earns a loud shout of âTAX RAISE!â as Fenell rolls back to his feet, roaring to the crowd!}Terri Morasco: He said he was going to drop James Gilmore on his head eleven times, and by God is he trying to live up to those words!
Vasco Dias: I count five so far, Terri! Heâs not even halfway there! That manâs cranium is going to be DUST!
{Will pounces back on Gilmore, hooking him from behind in a rear waistlock! James fires elbows back into Willâs head, though, and gets free. Will charges at James, but James, thinking quickly, lashes out, catching Will as he runs in in the BRAIN DRAIN! James bears down on the claw hold, kicking away at Willâs knees to try to drop him to a lower vertical base, and Will does indeed fall to a knee, allowing Gilmore to bear down on the hold with increased intensity. The crowd immediately launches back into the âJOH-NNY FUCK-BOY!â chant, which irks Gilmore, but he remains focused on trying to squeeze the temples of Will Fenell.}Terri Morasco: That was a break Gilmore sorely needed there, but he needs to tag back in his partner if heâs got any hope here!
Vasco Dias: Let him hang, Malo! He deserves it! He hates your people anyway, mi amigo!
{Will struggles, pushing up to his feet, and he begins to back towards his corner. Sam Braxton reaches out over the top rope, and just barely manages to make the tag as Will crumbles to a knee again! Seeing the tag, James quickly turns tail, rushing for his own corner, and Braxton springboards in with a dropkick to the back of his head! James bowls forward, but he manages to lash out and tag Maloâs outstretched hand, bringing the luchador back into the match! Malo front-flips into the ring, ducking a clothesline from Braxton, and catches the Aussie as he turns around with a snapping superkick! Braxton stumbles on jelly legs, and Malo delivers a series of kicks to his chest, Sam staggering each time. Malo finishes the combo by reeling Sam in and delivering an exploder suplex into the turnbuckle! Cover!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT! Malo shakes his head, but gets back up, measuring the wobbling Braxton up and beckoning him to his feet in his own corner.}Terri Morasco: What a flurry of offense from El Grande Malo, and it looks like he might be thinking Super Ultimo Ataque here! This is dangerous turf for Sam Braxton!
Vasco Dias: If he connects with this, itâs all ovâwhat in the hell?!
{Vasco reacts as James Gilmore reaches over and blind tags himself in, insisting that heâll âshow you how we do it in the good olâ U-S-of-A, ha-migo!â as Sam begins to stir. Malo looks upset, but reluctantly steps back out onto the apron. Gilmore steps between the ropes again and cracks his knuckles with a smile, but when he goes to grab Samâs ankle, Braxton pushes off with his foot and spins around onto his stomach, rolling forward and into a tag to Fenell! Will leaps the ropes again, landing right in front of Gilmore, and grins as James turns around to see him again. James takes a step back, and Will waves at him, asking âMiss me, Jimbo?â Gilmore responds with a high kick to the chest, but Will is ready, catching his foot and planting him withââTAX RAISE!ââa capture suplex!}Terri Morasco: And weâre back on the pain train, all because James Gilmore had to take control here.
Vasco Dias: HE BROUGHT THIS ON HIMSELF! KILL HIM SOME MORE, DIRTY BIRD!
Terri Morasco: Dirty bird? You watch the NFL?
Vasco Dias: No, he just looks like a disreputable cockatoo. Still, KILL HIM!
{Will seems to be too happy to oblige, grabbing Jamesâ arm and spinning around on his blind side into a hammerlock before delivering aââTAX RAISE!ââhigh-angle hammerlock back suplex! Will spins it out and into double underhooks, hauling James up and holding him for a few seconds before dropping him with a stalling doubleââTAX RAISE!ââunderhook suplex thatâs almost a brainbuster! Will gets to his feet, stumbling a bit, and grabs Jamesâ hair, only to eat a forearm shot to the gut. James, clutching his neck, fires another shot, buying himself some separation, and hits the ropes, only for Will to shove him into the other set of ropes chest-first AND CATCH HIM ON THE REBOUND WITH AââTAX RAISE!ââSNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Johnny bounces up to his feet like a ragdoll, and Will hooks him in for theââTAX RAISE!ââHALF AND HALF! Will collapses into a cover!
ONE! TWO! THRâKICKOUT! Will shakes his head, stumbling to his feet slowly as the crowd roars.}Terri Morasco: Ten times! Ten times heâs been spiked on his head, and yet James Gilmore is STILL kicking out!
Vasco Dias: Heâs got the hardest head outside of Samoa in all of professional wrestling, Terri, but even he has to have a cracking point!
{Will stumbles to his feet, shaking his head dazedly, and lunges into the corner to make the tag! The crowd roars at the tagâŠonly to turn to confusion when they realize heâs just tagged El Grande Malo. Malo, for his part, seems to be fired up, leaping back into the ring and roaring at the crowd. He backs into the corner, setting up for the SUPER ULTIMO ATAQUE, and charges at JamesâŠonly to stop short when James puts his hands up, roaring at Malo to halt! Malo skids to a stop, and Johnny gets to his feet slowly, using Malo to help himself up as he berates the luchador for getting into the ring!}Terri Morasco: El Grande Malo got caught up in the moment there, and weâre seeing this team break down before our eyes!
Vasco Dias: I called it. I called it! Nobody can coexist with James Gilmore in that locker room, not even El Grande Malo, and he could coexist withâŠwell, with you, Terri!
{The referee steps in to separate the two, and Willâs managed to get to his feet behind Gilmore, murder in his eyes. Malo is backed away, and Gilmore staggers backwardsâŠjust in time for Will to kneel down and scoop him up on his shoulders in an electric chair lift! Gilmore barely has time to comprehend the danger of his situation before, with one final shout of âTAAAAAX RAAAAAAAISE!â, heâs spiked on his head by Willâs 40 OZ. DROP! Will cradles into the pin, and before Malo can move to break it, Sam Braxton springboards in and drills him with a double knee backbreaker!
ONE! TWO! THREE! âHurtâ blasts over the PA as Will lets go of James, the referee raising his hand.}Alison Valance: Here are your winners, the team of Sam Braxton and Will Fenell!
Terri Morasco: What a win for Will Fenell! He kept his promise! That was eleven times James Gilmore got dropped on his head, and while the eleventh wasnât a suplex, it certainly got the job done!
Vasco Dias: Do you know what that was, Terri? It was pure, cathartic joy. I loved every second of that, and I could watch it again. Hell, Iâll probably watch it again later tonight. Thereâs something about a man being dropped on his head in unsafe ways that just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Like Christmas morning.
Terri Morasco: Remind me to never go to Christmas at your house, Vasco.
Vasco Dias: Who said you were invited, Morasco?
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SEGMENT
âGod of Steel Match Contract Signingâ
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{We come back to ringside to see Kathy Conway standing in the ring with a microphone in her hand. In front of her is a table, with an office chair either side of it, she also has a clipboard in her other hand too.}Kathy Conway: Ladies and gentlemen, as Iâm sure you are aware a few months ago the IWF board of directors took it upon themselves to ban the God of Steel match stipulation, now I know a lot of you were not a fan of that decision, but the board felt that they had to take measures to protect their roster -
{As Kathy is in full PR mode she is cut off mid sentence by âCrushedâ hitting the PA system as Spike Kane marches out onto the stage with the Man of Steel Championship over his shoulder. He has a snarl on his face as he storms right to the ring, and all but snatches the microphone out of the hands of Kathy.}Spike Kane: Yeah yeah yeah, the roster is a bunch of pussies, Spike is a bad man, what havenât we heard before? Iâve done everything you stuck up assholes have made me do. Iâve wrestled days after my son died, Iâve defended my championship against everyone you sent my way, defended it when you stacked the deck against me when you put Andrew Jacobsen as the special guest referee and then defended it against him in the same night!
{The crowd are booing Spike, even though he stands there, chest out leaning over the ropes, boasting at the actions heâs overcome.}Spike Kane: If it were Andrew Jacobsen out here saying this youâd be grovelling at his feet, laying championship opportunities at his feet, but noâŠ..you have always had it out for me havenât you Kathleen?
{He turns to round on her, his face mere inches away from hers, fire in his eyes. The tension in the air is thick and the crowd has grown awfully quiet as Spike squares up to Kathy. Conway, to her credit sneers right back at Spike Kane, but there is something about her posture that makes her second guess things. She reaches for the microphone and pulls it from him.}Kathy Conway: I think we both know about the history between you and I Michael.
{Spike almost recoils and laughs to himself as she uses his real name to hammer her point home. He wipes a hand across his jaw as he takes a step backwards from her.}Kathy Conway: For months you have brought nothing but chaos and violence to the ring, under the guise of defending your championship. You have injured people! You have threatened to injure more, and end people's careersâŠ..and then you hid behind the fact you lost your child, to excuse it all!
{Spikeâs face twists into a ball of rage. He snatches the clipboard off of Kathy and signs his name on the paper before throwing it on the table, before taking the microphone off of her, she recoils at the physicality of it all.}Spike Kane: Youâre trying to push my buttonsâŠ.I see it, I know what youâre doing. You and Jake, youâre two of a kind. So there you have it, Iâve signed your precious contract, IWF wonât be held responsibleâŠ
{Kathy shakes her head, trying to plead with Spike. She asks for the microphone, and he offers it her, before pulling it back and laughing, then she snatches it off of him.}Kathy Conway: Canât you get it through your thick skull!? IâM TRYING TO STOP YOU FROM LOSING ANOTHER SON!
{At her words Spikeâs eyes shoot wide open and he storms towards her, but suddenly the crowd erupt with cheers as Warren Kane appears from behind the curtain, storming towards the ring at full pelt. He slides into the ring and dives right over the table into his old man with a huge diving forearm sending Spike stumbling backwards and to the floor. Warren turns to look at Kathy, he places a hand on her elbow and asks her if she is OK, she nods, and he guides her to the ropes before he turns around and looks at the contract on the table. He raises the pen and the crowd erupt with another huge cheer before he signs his name.}Vasco Dias: HE SIGNED IT! THE MATCH IS ON!
Terri Morasco: Warren Kane just saved Kathy Conway from god knows what Spike Kane was going to do, and in the process may have very well just signed his own career away, if not his life.
Vasco Dias: Who cares Terri!? One of the greatest matches of all time has just been signed for Night of the Immortals! Father versus Son, Man of Steel Championship, God! Of! Steel!
{As Warren finishes signing he turns around to see Spike, but Spike is right up on his feet and he pops Warren up and nails him with the BLOOD GODS WRATH THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! Spike roars with venom as he slams his son through the table that had the contract on it, Warren crashes through and lays there in the wreck. Spike stares down at his son, breathing deeply, his eyes completely glazed over with rage. His jaw clenched and fists balled, Spike looks down once more, before he leans down and grabs his Man of Steel Championship, looking up to the crowd with a sneer, while boos reign down, before leaving the ring. EMTâs rush down to check on Warren as we cut to commercial break.}----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
âGonna Go BananasâŠâ
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{*Return from Commercial*}Terri Morasco: We're back and what a night we've had so far, ladies and gentlemen. The action has been fierce and emotions running high after a heartfelt message to the IWF universe from our own Nighthawk.
Vasco Dias: Normally I'd call the guy a quitter, but even I'm surprised by that announcement.
Terri Morasco: See, under that gruff exterior you really do have a heart of gold, Vasco!
Vasco Dias: You're gonna ruin my street cred if you keep saying crap like that, Terri.
{As Vasco and Terri continue to banter, "Red Faction" cuts them off and all eye turn to the stage as a plain clothed Bob Pooler steps out from behind the curtain.}Terri Morasco: Here comes the man that was set to meet Nighthawk last week at the Orange Fight Night!
Vasco Dias: He's probably here to whine about missing out on the event.
Terri Morasco: We don't know that, Vas, but we do know that he has something on his mind!
{Indeed he does; as Pooler slaps a few of the hands stretched in his direction, he scales the ring steps, wipes his feet on the apron and steps through the ropes to resounding cheers from the crowd. He pulls the Invictus title from around his waist, placing it over his shoulder as he's handed a microphone from Alison Valance.}Bob Pooler: Ladies,
{He smiles as the crowd cheers once more, drowning him out. He raises his hand in the air to try and quiet them}Bob Pooler: Thank you, thank you, but seriously - ladies and gentemen, it brings me great pleasure to be back here in Cincinnati!
{He pauses once more for the hometown cheers}Bob Pooler: Now, unlike some people who remain nameless, I'm not out here to pick fights and get trash thrown at me ...
{There's a small chorus of FUCK YOU JOHNNY chants throughout the crowd that make Pooler stop and smile}Bob Pooler: What I am here to do is pay my respects to a man that laid it out on the line each and every time he stepped into this ring. Last week, last week should have been a moment in IWF history when the wrestling machine met his own version of John Henry. Last week should have been the moment when Bob Pooler got a chance to really test himself against a man who everyone consideres to be the most pure mat technician in this industry. It's a hell of a thing to go up against a guy like Nighthawk - and something I was looking forward to doing for some time now.
But fate robbed me, robbed Nighthawk, robbed all of you of seeing this happening.
That's the thing about this sport; you never know when your number is going to get called. Knowing that the chances of ever facing Nighthawk in an IWF ring again are slimmer than seeing Rob Diamond and Steve Awesome on the Amazing Race together is a hard pill to swallow - and it leaves me in an awkward position. That missed match last week, well I was hoping that it would set the stage for a bigger match on an even grander stage ...
See, in a few short weeks we find ourselves at Night of the Immortals; an event that many wait the entire year for. Had things gone well at Open Fight Night -
{He shakes his head, a grin on his face}Bob Pooler: Sorry, at ... Orange ... Fight Night, had they gone well I was hoping to transition that into something bigger ... something better ... something more befitting this title.
{Pooler taps the Invictus title on his shoulder as the fans cheer}Bob Pooler: For too long this title was used as little more than a prop, a bargaining tool for 'something better', by its former owners. Since winning this belt, I've tried my best to be the kind of champion that the Invictus title, and IWF, deserves.
But here I am, without a dance parter for the biggest party of the year and now I have to ask myself - is there anyone in this company willing to put themselves out there, willing to take a shot?
So how about it? Anyone in back ready to make history?
{He lowers the microphone to the applause of the crowd and waits to see if there's anyone willing to answer his call.}Terri Morasco: Who will it be? This is a chance to wrestle at A Night of the Immortals for the Invictus Championship.
Vasco Dias: Oh yeah, let's see Ryan Shane, or Derek Brooks, or one of the Spencers....
{The opening drum beat of âThe Art of Losingâ by American Hi-Fi starts to play over the speakers and the crowd go nuts.}Vasco Dias: Jayson Matthews!? What!?
Terri Morasco: Oh yeah, some describe him as the âheart and soulâ of IWF.
Vasco Dias: He's a twerp is what he is.
{Jayson high fives the crowd while jamming out to the theme music, he spots Bob Pooler and his Invictus Championship over his shoulder and he runs into the ring where Bob was nice enough to have already gotten Jayson a microphone. The music cuts off and the crowd are cheering for the guy they don't normally see get a microphone on live TV. He glances around the arena and is surprised by just how many people there were in the arena.}Jayson Matthews: Woah....lot of people in here....
{He says as the crowd listen.}Jayson Matthews: RIGHT HERE....IN CINCINNATI, OHIOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
{Jayson leans over the ropes as he screams it into the mic and the home town cheers for themselves one more time.}Jayson Matthews: OH YEAH BAY-BEEEEEEEE.
Vasco Dias: Oh lord, who gave this idiot a microphone?
Terri Morasco: Oh stop.
{Jayson turns around and faces Bob Pooler and he shakes his hand.}Jayson Matthews: Well Mr. Pooler I think it's safe to say why I'm here.
{Bob nods his head and pats his title belt.}Jayson Matthews: Over the past month or two I have stepped in the ring with some very talented opponents and I managed to walk out as a winner. I've learned so much from Coach Nighthawk and his words he had for me tonight in his speech...
{He wipes his eye}Jayson Matthews: I appreciated them so much.
{Jayson starts to pace back and forth.}Jayson Matthews: They got me hyped. And I was sitting in the back listening to you set out that open challenge and I was thinking to myself, some lucky guy is going to come out here and face you for the title at Night of the Immortals, and then I thought....why can't I be that lucky guy? Why can't I be that guy that walks down to the ring, looks the champ right in the face....
{Jayson looks Bob right in the eye.}Jayson Matthews: And say to him face to face....âI ACCEPTâ
{The crowd pop and Bob smiles and nods his head in respect.}Jayson Matthews: You, me, that Invictus Championship at the biggest stage of them all....A NIGHT OF THE IMMORTALS! I want to show the world that Jayson Matthews is only going to drop the ball ONCE! I'm going to make Coach Nighthawk proud! And with all due respect Mr. Pooler.........I'm gonna go Bananas all over your face!
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SINGLES MATCH
Pandora Freeman vs Astrid Hall
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Terri Morasco: The number one contender for the Diamonds Championship at Night of the Immortals, and the newcomer Astrid Hall have put on a nice match here tonight.
Vasco Dias: They have, and to be honest, I donât know if anyone expected this out of Astrid.
{Pandora grabs Astrid from behind and locks her around the waist, looking for a German Suplex, but Astrid throws her weight into the midsection of Pan, causing her to stumble into the corner. Astrid turns and charges Pandora, hitting her with a series of European Uppercuts, rocking the blue-haired Diamond into next week!}Terri Morasco: She calls that sequence the âBerserkerâs Furyâ!
Vasco Dias: And it looks damn effective.
{Astrid waits as Pandora stumbles out of the corner. She pulls her in and lifts her into the air, looking for the âMjolnirâ (Jackhammer), but alertly, Pandora drives her knee down into the top of Astridâs head, not once, but twice, stunning the bigger diamond, allowing Pandora to turn her body in the air, landing behind Astrid. Pan leaps upâŠ}Terri Morasco: BEAT DROP!
Vasco Dias: That was legitimately out of nowhere!
{Pan reaches with both arms and pulls the leg of Astrid in the air, going for the coverâŠ
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE!
The bell rings as âGhoulsâ plays across the sound system.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner...PANDORAAAAA FREEEEEMAN!
Terri Morasco: While the Diamonds Champion has been seldomly seen, the challenger at Night of the Immortals looks to have all kinds of momentum.
Vasco Dias: Hold your tongue Terri...the Queen holds all the cards, and Iâm sure sheâll exploit them at Night of the Immortals.
{Pandora celebrates before âOver Youâ hits the speakers and out on top of the ramp is Paige and her sister Sara. The two of them applaud as Pandora narrows her gaze on the champion who holds her title high overhead. The two share some words as we cut to a commercial break.}----------------------------------------------------------
TAG TEAM MATCH
Bob Pooler and Jayson Matthews Vs Andrew Jacobsen and Cable Arcane
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{ The lights in the arena suddenly turn out, plunging the fans into darkness. Little by little, small beacons of light begins to pop up as the fans raise their lit cellphone aloft as the #WWIDN appears on the Jumbotron in bright red and the opening drumbeat of 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. }{ 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 }Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler, Jayson Matthews, two men you think of immediately when you think of fan favorites in IWF. And the same could be said for atleast one of their opponents, Andrew Jacobsen!
Vasco Dias: Fan favorite isnât what I think of when I see Bob, Jayson or Andrew. I see men unwilling to do what needs to be done to be the best. I only think of one man when I think of the best, Cable Arcane.
Terri Morasco: Well itâs hard to argue against the only two time Imperial Champion, Cable Arcane but on the other hand, heâs never won a Roulette like his partner and future opponent, Andrew Jacobsen.
Vasco Dias: Cable didnât need to win some bogus cluster match, he dominated the Heir to the Throne and has remained on top ever since.
Terri Morasco: Well this match isnât about whoâs better, thatâs night of the immortals. This match is a tag team match and the only question is, will Cable and Andrew be able to work together against Bob Pooler and Jayson Matthews?
{ 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. 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. }{ The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Long live the Chiefâ by Jidenna begins to play. }****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief
For a li' ol' thang lil' boys bang bang
Long Live the Chief
****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the king, but
Long Live the Chief
Now watch pretty mama while I slang my cane
Long Live the Chief
Uh
{ As the song kicks into gear Cable Arcane marches out onto the ramp with his head bowed and fists clenched, he stands at the center of the stage with a spot light shining down on him in the darkness. Finally Cable rolls his head to crack his neck and starts to make his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face, completely ignoring the crowd. As he reaches the steps he climbs up, taking his time before climbing into the ring one leg at a time. He marches to the center of the ring and throws both fists up into the air to a mix reaction from the crowd. }Vasco Dias: There he is, the best in the world, the two time Imperial Champion, Cable Arcane!
Terri Morasco: Werenât you the one praying for Cableâs defeat just one month ago?
Vasco Dias: That was when Cable was facing superior competition. Now heâs in there with Bob Pooler, Jayson Matthews and Andrew Jacobsen.
Terri Morasco: Men who have all earned their place in IWF.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, beneath Cable.
{ It looks like Jayson is going to start for his team and Cable is offering Andrew the option to go first, he seems a little leery but eventually steps into the ring. Andrew looks over his shoulder as Cable claps for him. The referee calls for the bell. }Terri Morasco: Here we go!
{ Andrew and Jayson move in for each other and Andrew quickly grabs him and moves around Jayson for a rear waist lock take down. Andrew spins being on top of Jayson to laying in front of him and grabs Matthews in a inverted chin lock. Andrew pulls Jayson up from that position and picks him up for a facebuster ddt but Jayson manages to plant his feet on that mat and push Jacobsen off. Jayson hits a quick spinning heel kick and then a spinning back fist to Andrew. Jacobsen is stagger and Jayson runs past him and springboards off the middle rope, he comes off looking for a ddt on Andrew but Jacobsen manages to catch him out of mid air and move right into a release belly to bely over head suplex! }Terri Moarasco: Look at Andrew and Jayson go! This two are putting on a barn burner!
Vasco Dias: Barn burner? Seriously? Itâs just a match.
Terri Morasco: Between two highly trained and exciting individuals!
{ Jayson tries to get back to his feet but Andrew is right there with a bridging German suplex! The referee goes for the pin, one! TWO! KICKOUT! Andrew rolls back to his feet and Jayson is slowly right behind him but Jacobsen connects with a discus chop and then picks Jayson high up into the air for a high angle spine buster! Andrew moves to cover Jayson again but itâs a quick two count to a kick out. Andrew pushes himself up to his feet and grabs Jayson who then rolls Andrew up into a pin. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Both men get to their feet and Jayson fires off a lightening quick super kick to Andrew Jacobsen and then turns and leaps to tag in Bob Pooler! }Vasco Dias: Jayson running away as always!
Terri Morasco: Or using smart strategy to tag in his partner.
Vasco Dias: Look like running away to me.
{ Cable is asking for the tag but Andrew seems to be ignoring him, instead looking straight ahead at Bob Pooler. Andrew moves in and the two tie up, Andrew moves around to back of Bob, Bob fires off an elbow that Andrew ducks and it breaks up the hold, Bob immediately grabs Andrew for the uranage! Bob pulls Andrew up to his feet and hits him with a quick double underhook back breaker. Bob goes for the cover but Cable is right there to break it up with a diving elbow drop! Pooler is up and he pushes Cable back, the referee forces Cable out of the ring but Andrew takes advantage of the momentary distraction and grabs Bob for a half nelson backbreaker! }Terri Morasco: Andrew will not be out done when it comes to backbreakers!
Vasco Dias: Unless heâs facing Cable Arcane!
Terri Morasco: Well Andrewâs not, heâs teaming with Cable and he just struck back with his own backbreaker against Pooler!
{ Andrew is up and he shakes off the assault as Cable screams to be tagged in, Andrew pulls Pooler up to his feet and looks for a gutwrench backbreaker but Pooler manages to flip out of it and connects with the Mr Teeth superkick to Andrew as he turns around! }Terri Morasco: Surprise super kick!
{ Andrew is down and Pooler looks to make a cover but Cable comes running with the leaping knee to the back of Poolerâs head and sends him down to the mat. Cable is forced back to his corner as Andrew is slow to get up, Pooler is also taking his time. Cable is begging for the tag as Andrew shakes his head, he still isnât sure but finally he leaps to the corner of the ring where Cable makes the tag! }Terri Morasco: Cable is in, much to the surprise of Andrew Jacobsen!
Vasco Dias: About damn time!
{ Pooler also tags in Jayson Matthews and the two come running at each other but Cable connects with a lunging clothes line on Jayson Matthews! Jayson tries to get right up but Cable is right there with two hard knees and then a spinning backfist. Cable then grabs Jayson for a power breaker! Cable moves to cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Jayson isnât ready to give up so Cable pulls him up to his feet and throws him hard into the corner of the ring. Cable charges Jayson Matthews but Jayson rolls out of the way of the running knee attack. Jayson hits the ropes for a spring board tornado ddt on Cable Arcane and plants him! }Terri Morasco: Matthews is going toe to toe with the Imperial Champion!
Vasco Dias: Cable beat Jayson to win his first Imperial Championship! Heâll beat him tonight!
Terri Morasco: History doesnât always repeat itself!
{ Jayson pulls Cable up and throws him into Poolerâs corner. Cable bounces off and Jayson hits the J.M. Experience! Matthews looks for the cover. ONE! TWO! This time Andrew breaks it up but the referee is right on him. Jayson looks to Bob and tags him into the match. Pooler runs into the ring and bounces off the ropes as Cable tries to stand and connects with the High Velocity Hug! He goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! KICK OUT! Pooler just smiles as he pulls Cable up to his feet. Pooler throws Cable into the corner of the ring and then charges in for the Imperious Rex but Cable comes flying out of the corner with a lunging clothes line and both men are down. }Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler is holding his own against the Imperial Champion!
Vasco Dias: It would be nice if Andrew Jacobsen would help his partner out!
Terri Morasco: He broke that pin fall up!
Vasco Duias: But where is Andrew now!
{ Cable looks to Andrew now and starts to climb his way toward him. Pooler is up and he looks ready to go. Cable looks distraught as Andrew still doesnât completely trust him. Cable makes a hard tag to Andrew across the chest as Pooler comes in from behind but Andrew fires off a hard elbow shot to the face of Bob Pooler that narrowly misses Cable. The two partners and future opponents just glare at each other as Andrew enters the ring and hits Pooler with a discus chop and then pulls him in for a Double Knee backbreaker! }Terri Morasco: Cable and Andrew seem to be working together!
Vasco Dias: About damn time Andrew got on the same age as Cable.
{ Andrew pulls Pooler to his feet and throws him into the corner of Cable Arcane. Andrew runs in looking for the running corner drop kick but Pooler moves and Andrew kicks Cable hard in the ribs and that sends him falling off the apron hard. Andrew moves quickly to his feet in total shock which gives Pooler the opening to grab Andrew for the Acid Reflux!!! Andrew is down and Bob moves to tag in Jayson! Cable storms back up onto the apron as Andrew is slow to get up, Cable reaches out and tags him hard over the back as he stands and storms into the ring. Cable turns his attention to Jayson who he grabs out of mid air with an uranage but Andrew is up now and pushes Cable. Cable turns and looks at Jacobsen and the two seem to be about to fight but Pooler connects with a running clothesline on Andrew Jacobsen that sends both men over the top rope and to the outside. Cable turns right into a roll up from Jayson Matthews! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! Jayson let's go and quickly rolls out of the ring in total shock as the referee calls for the bell!!! }Terri Morasco: Jayson and Bob have just beaten the main event of Night of the Immortals!
Vasco Dias: This is an absolute travesty!
Terri Morasco: Thatâs pro wrestling! Anyone can win at any time.
{ The two victors celebrate on the ramp as Cable leans on the top rope glaring at Andrew Jacobsen, the two starting to argue about the match. Cable drops down and rolls to the outside but the referee is right there to keep them apart. Finally Cable backs off as does Andrew, the two of them not ready to make the first move. }Terri Morasco: Interesting, it looked like we were about to see Cable and Andrew explode here but instead they chose to take the high ground.
Vasco Dias: Cable is just playing it smart, he doesnât want to get accidentally hurt before his big defense.
Terri Morasco: Or maybe we are finally seeing a main event feud thatâs about more than hatred and is about who is really the best?
Well howdy there pardner.