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Open For A Fight
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Terri Morasco: Welcome to Open Fight Night, and it appears we have a challenger in the ring.
{We go to the ring as a young woman in grappling trunks and a sports bra stands in the middle of the ring, lolling her neck from side to side and toying with a mouthguard as Stiff Little Fingers’ “Nobody’s Hero” plays over the PA.} Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Belfast, Northern Ireland, weighing in at 135 pounds—
{The hometown pop is stifled as the young woman reaches over and snatches the microphone from Alison’s hand, drawing a chorus of boos. She grins, popping the mouthguard back in, and leans over the ropes, beckoning to the camera with a smile on her face.} Wrestler: Aye, listen here. My name…is Kyla Ferguson. Now…this’s called “Open Fight Night”, aye? Time to make a moment? That’s what I’m going to do. I told the lot in the back to play my music, walked my bad self out here…an’ I don’t give a damn who else walks down here. Just come and get yer piece. I’m happy ta serve it back to ya on a platter.
{She tosses the microphone behind herself lazily and struts back from the ropes, leaving Alison to scoop up the microphone with an irritated look on her face.} Terri Morasco: Well, that’s certainly a brash way to make an impact. This Kyla Ferguson’s certainly out to make a name for herself. The question is, is this the kind of name you WANT to make?
Vasco Dias: Any publicity is good publicity, Terri. Just have to see who’s willing to answer the call.
{The lights dim, and a series of twinkling blue lights begin to shine at the mouth of the entrance ramp as the intro of “Blue” by The Birthday Massacre begins to play.} Terri Morasco: I don’t recognize this music…
Vasco Dias: Neither do I, and that says more.
{Kyla turns and begins questioning the referee, but as the crashing guitars kick in, the stage is bathed in flickering blue lights, and Helena Sawyer slowly walks out onto the stage, a lopsided grin on her face as the crowd roars for the unexpected return.} Alison Valance: And her opponent! Making her return to IWF, from Amityville, New York, weighing in at 151 pounds, she is the Daughter of Misery, Helena SAWYER!
Terri Morasco: That answers that question! We haven’t seen Helena Sawyer in five months!
Vasco Dias: How the hell did she end up in Glasgow?! And what is she doing here?!
Terri Morasco: I think Kyla Ferguson just got a taker for her open challenge!
{She walks down the ramp, wearing a twisted smirk on her face. As she passes by the camera at the foot of the ramp, she snaps her jaws at the cameraman, giggling as she walks on and hops up onto the apron. Helena looks up at the ceiling, grinning ecstatically, and turns to face the crowd, hooking both arms on the top rope and throwing her body back with a piercing scream that turns into a giggle. She kicks herself backwards, flipping over the top rope, and back-rolls into a kneeling crouch, staring at the ramp for a few moments before standing and slinking to a corner. She looks up at the ceiling as the music fades, mouthing frantic words to herself as the lights come back up to normal.} Terri Morasco: One new face and one we hadn’t seen in a while, reminding us all just how open Open Fight Night is!
{The bell rings, and Kyla stalks out of her corner, shouting and gesturing at Helena, who just remains slouched in the corner, licking her lips as she stares down the Glaswegian. Ferguson shouts at Helena, who lazily peels herself out of the corner and saunters towards the middle of the ring. The moment she closes within arm’s reach, Kyla plasters a huge right hand on Helena’s jaw! The blow rocks Helena’s head back, but the rest of her stays stock still, and Helena slowly brings her head back around with a diabolical, unhinged smile on her face.} Terri Morasco: Well, we knew Helena Sawyer was tough, and I think Kyla Ferguson is about to find out firsthand.
Vasco Dias: No, I’m not letting this go. How did she get here? The last time we saw her was in Florida. This is Northern Ireland. WHO SOLD HER A DAMN PLANE TICKET?!
{Kyla quickly reconsiders her options, and turns to run the ropes, but Helena’s arm lashes out, snakelike, and snares her wrist, reeling Ferguson back and into the DARK MOTHER’S BLESSING! Helena rolls through into a cover, hooking Ferguson’s leg with her own leg and posturing on her chest!
ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings again as “Blue” plays over the speakers and Helena gets to her feet, grinning as the crowd chants “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!”.} Alison Valance: Here is your winner, Helena Sawyer!
Terri Morasco: A dominant return for Helena Sawyer here, stalling Kyla Ferguson in the blocks here at Open Fight Night! What’s in the cards for her now, I wonder?
Vasco Dias: I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. IWF was freaky enough with her gone. Now that she’s back…ohh, I need to call my priest.
{Helena backs away from Kyla, grinning as she casually hooks her arms over the top rope and backflips out onto the apron, dropping down. She continues to back away without breaking her gaze, demented smile firmly on her face as we cut away.} ----------------------------------------------------------
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Born To Be...
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{ We find Fiona McFly standing tall on the corner of the stage, facing the crowd in her native Belfast. In spite of only spending a small portion of her childhood here, she--wearing the Northern Ireland Coat of Arms on the front of a white t-shirt--never forgot where she came from. She took in the moment, smiling at the cheering fanbase as she panned her eyes around the arena. After adjusting her reading glasses, Fiona began to sing.... } Fiona McFly: "Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world turning inside out Yeah!
And floating around in ecstasy
So don't stop me now..."
{ The passage from the 1978 Queen showtune "Don't Stop Me Now" woke up whoever wasn't cheering at that point in time, prompting Fiona to muster a loving grin on her mug. } Fiona McFly: That woke youse up now, didn't it?!
{ We hear laughter from the crowd as Fiona walked towards the other end of the stage. } Fiona McFly: Funny thing was, I couldn't help but sing a partial rendition of that passage after perusing through the "Wrestling Insider" magazine...and seeing ANOTHER article by that Norman Asner chap. Whilst I can't give you the full detains of what he said, that would waste too much of me time and yours...the gist I got out of it was real simple: that I wasn't born to be a champion. The sad part of it is...he's right. You see, I wasn't born to be a champion...
{ We hear a smattering of boos and whistles over the recent Asner comments. } Fiona McFly: ...no, I was born on an ancestral farmland just a shot over 24 kilometres to the west-northwest of here!
{ The fans pop to their feet, recognising one of their own, who was born on a small strip of land that had been in her family's name for centuries. } Fiona McFly: I was born to live in a foreign land for most of my life, starting out getting my hands dirty, scavenging through the grime and the muck just so I can help me mum make ends meet! No, I was not born to be a champion...I was born to meet a wonderful, loving person that served as me guardian throughout secondary school whilst me mum returned to the farmland. Without her, I wouldn't have had the courage to marry me husband, I wouldn't have the courage to stand out here and do THIS, I wouldn't have had the courage to branch out into music...and I want to bring her out, in front of each and every one of you, just to say..."thank you."
{ The crowd cheers as we see Regina Kimble, the former kindergarten teacher-turned-principal, coming out from behind the curtain by way of wheelchair--now unable to walk for long distances as her terminal cancer had begun to spread throughout her body. Pushing said wheelchair is none other than Fiona's husband, Jack Gaither, who simply nods his head and waves to the crowd in his black-tie business suit with matching black leather boots. The fans get even louder as Regina slowly--and courageously--stands up, mouthing the words "thank you" as she waved, her smile as radiant today as it was when she first started teaching in 1987, thirty years ago. Fiona offered Miss Kimble the microphone to say a few words, and the gallery settled down, waiting to hear the longtime educator speak. } Regina Kimble: I can't...I can't put it into words about how much this has truly meant to me, and all I want to do...is say "thank you." You see...much like Fiona, much like Jack...I wasn't born to be a champion in my chosen craft. But I firmly believed that I could do whatever I wanted in this world, and along the way...I've met some wonderful, lovely people. Some of them are here, some of them are far away, and some...are in Heaven. When an academic year would come to an end...I would often say to the children I oversaw whilst a teacher and a principal. All of us...have special ones who have loved us into being. If you would...along with me, take ten seconds...to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. Those who've cared for you and wanted what was best for you in life...ten seconds of silence...
{ Regina looked down at her old-fashioned, gold-band wristwatch as the fans fell silent. We pan around the Belfast audience, getting close-up shots of men, women, and children in attendance closing their eyes in the moment of silent reflection. You couldn't hear a pin drop throughout the entire building as Fiona and company did the same thing; once the ten seconds had elapsed, the audience began to politely applaud as Kimble spoke. } Regina Kimble: Whomever you've been thinking about...how pleased they must be to know the difference you feel they've made. Thank you all, VERY much...and may God bless you!
{ The gallery cheers wildly as Regina handed the microphone back to Fiona, hugging her tightly before being whisked away backstage by Jack. The moment had left the Belfast native, sporting her customary heart-shaped olive-branch locket, with a renewed sense of vigor in her soul as she gritted her teeth, ready to pounce.} Fiona McFly: The point here is REAL simple...the critics can bash me all they want to, but they'll just get the same reply! No, I wasn't born to be a champion, but I LISTENED to those who've told me that I could be anything I EVER wanted to be in life...that I WANT to be Diamonds Champion, really-REALLY BAD!! No, I was not born to be a champion, but just like every single man and woman who has passed through the Imperial corridors, I've WANTED to pour my heart and soul out so that, one day, I CAN become a Champion...and I WILL!
{ The fans roar with delight as Fiona gazes around at her fellow countrymen and women. } Fiona McFly: Which is why I'm throwing MY hat back into the Heiress to the Throne series, 'cos I want this MORE than any other Diamond within this division, and if youse THINK that you can stop me from achieving MY DREAM using whatever shady rubbish you can find...then I will tear youse all from LIMB...to LIMB! I wasn't born to be a champion, but I will FIGHT with everything I've got 'til I can't fight no more...cheers!
{ "I'm Shipping Up to Boston" plays as McFly tosses the stick off to the side, pounding her fist against her heart as we cut to a hype video for the next pay-per-view, Bloody Assizes! } ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Maxine Valentine vs Crystal Millar
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{The lights dim to a sickening Green as an Early Warning Siren plays for a few seconds before “World Painted Blood” starts to play and Maxine comes wondering out on a burst of smoke dressed in her ring gear and added gas mask, head half bowed and ignoring the crowd as she takes he sweet time pulling herself into the ring,
Taking off the mask slowly and surely to take a big breath of Ring side air and hanging the thing up on the nearest Turnbuckle.} Alison Valance: Introducing first standing at 6’0” and hailing from Arklay Missouri Maxine Valentine!
Terri Morasco: Look at her, Maxine Valentine threw a Challenge out into the void on the promise that she was bored, I think she has something to prove.
Vasco Dias: She’s a big girl, she’s angry, she’s looking to make her mar she hasn’t been so impressive.
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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 and Max comes storming into shot shoving the Paparazzi aside and grabbing Crystal to swing her into the Barricade, being quick to Roll Crystal down the ramp and into the ring turning on Zelda a s she gets into Max’s face grabbing the woman’s throat for a few seconds before rolling in to start stomping on Crystal} Terri Morasco: Oh My god! Max has lost it! She’s gone right after Crystal like a woman possessed!
Vasco Dias: No, she created and advantage and pressed it.
{Max doesn’t let up as she presses Crystal into a corner, the referee getting between Max and Crystal for a moment and warning her off after a four count Max merely looks frustrated Forearm Smash her, once, twice, and then back up to Hit the Sandwich! , holding onto Crystal to pull her towards the centre of the ring Scooping Under to Hit the RedCAp Plex! Then taking a moment to just glower at the crowd and at Crystal} Vasco Dias: Quit playing with your food kid..
Terri Morasco: Max seems ready to put this away already!
{Max kicks scoops Crystal around without much Ceremony Dropping her with the T-VIRUS Tombstone for the cover} 1….
2….
3….!
{As Crystal makes her way down the ramp Max storms out of the ring to grab the woman again and slam her head against the barricade, once, twice, grabbing the woman by the throat to hit a GOODBYE ALICE ON THE APRON!!} Terri Morasco: Max has snapped! She’s trying to finish Millar right now!
{Max Tosses a chair into the ring following in to open it up and glare down at Crystal even as she sets up the chair, Aiming just so as she scoops Crystal onto a shoulder signalling once more for the T-virus!} Terri Morasco: What …
{The crowd explodes into cheers as ‘The immigrant song’ starts to blare over the speakers and out comes storming Astrid Hall! Max casually tosses aside Crystal and turns to face the oncoming Viking onslaught the two of them Clashing with forearms and European uppercuts Before Max whips Astrid off who hits her with the Shield Bash! Max stumbles a bit and ducks the next attempt at the bash and the two of them Lock in a simultaneous hand on throat for chokeslams all the while creaming insults at each other a s Astrid is daring Max to ‘pick on someone your own size!’ Before Max decides to abandon her plans and rolls rout walking backwards even as official s swarm the ring and Astrid gets out the ring to start following Max } Terri Morasco: Astrid Hall with the save!
Vasco Dias: Big Girl fight! YES!
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Age of Kaos
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{The feed for Sacrifice is cut by static then cuts to a room that is dimly lit with a green hue. We see Kole Kaos's face staring right at us, his hair down around his head some covering his face. He speaks.} Kole Kaos: Last week served as a warning to all of those who dare to chase their dreams.
The world is not a fair and balance place, and things you believe you deserve, you don't. Dreams you wish to dream, will become nightmares. And when you think you have a well laid out plan.
Chaos happens.
I will address WHY I did what I did to James Franklin Karn next week, when the Imperial Wrestling Federation gives me my first match, and they WILL give me my first match, because if they don't, what I did to James will be just the beginning of what I will do to the rest of this roster.
The Age of Immortals is over, I have proven that no man is immortal, and all shall engulfed in chaos.
Those who have cheated death, will pay their toll.
Those who chose to love, will only find hate.
Those of you who try to usurp my Kingdom of Kaos will be sent to the gallows.
The Chosen One will find he was chosen...by the devil.
Those who live in the now, will wish they were in the past.
Franchises will fail and crumble.
The heart of the Imperial Wrestling Federation will be pulled out, and eaten.
Those of you who think they are the apex of evolution, will learn that I and I alone, AM the dominate gene.
Destiny will be destroyed.
A Punk Princess will be pummeled
A saint will become a sinner.
And the North Star will be extinguished
Fall now to my feet and offer to serve your new master in this age, and I will take pity and spare you. But you will still need to be baptized by fire.
Fire, a fire that will burn the Imperial Wrestling Federation to the ground, this company, these people, they took EVERYTHING from me.
Now I will destroy everything you love and hold dear.
You are now living in the Age of Kaos.
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Pray.
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SINGLES MATCH
Mr. Happy vs James Gilmore
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{ We find ourselves backstage, deep within the bowels of Belfast's SEE Arena, as Mr. Happy is seen loafing about, gulping down a can of Pepsi Max with a wide smirk on his face. Yet he's completely unaware that James Gilmore, with cookie sheet in hand, has sneaked up from behind his opponent, and with a referee in close proximity... } ~THWACK!!!~
{ ...the cookie sheet dents as it makes contact with the back of Mr. Happy's skull! Gilmore looks down at his victim, smiling from ear to ear as he tosses the object off to the side. } James Gilmore: Ya wanna love me violently, dude?! Ya wanna take this to the EXTREME, eh!?! I'll just keep on makin' Imperial GREAT again...at YOUR expense!
{ With that, this Extreme Rules match gets underway as Gilmore picks up the Michigan native, sending him crashing into a table, causing loads of snacks and drinks to spill all over the hallway! Recognizing this contest to not be about wrestling, but rather violence, James immediately goes to work on his semmingly hapless victim, firing away with rights and lefts as he drags him through an open doorway...right into Fiona McFly's personal suite! } Terri Morasco: That's...th-th-that's Fifi's suite!
Vasco Dias: Yeah, and they're tearin' it up too!!
{ Indeed, the two men start trashing Fiona's quarters as cans from a half-full, pink recycling bin go flying all over the place. Gilmore picks up the lid, bashing it repeatedly over the head of Mr. Happy before placing him into position for a snap suplex. James, cackling with glee, suplexes his opponent through a glass coffee table, shattering it to pieces as the crowd watches on the big screen. But instead of going for the pin, Gilmore decides to retreat, prompting the man in stripes to check upon Mr. Happy, who is FURIOUS at the moment. Blocking out the pain in his back, Happy slowly extricates himself from the carnage, nearly tripping over the remains of the coffee table as he marches out of the suite, searching for James Gilmore who's nowhere to be seen. } Mr. Happy: BIIIIIITCH!!!! I WANNA LOVE YOU VIOLENTLY!!!!!
{ The fans cheer whilst watching on the video boards. Meanwhile, Mr. Happy continues stomping his way down the corridor he looks as if he's heading towards the entrance to the stage and rampway, but spots a partially-open doorway off to the side. He walks right in, and upon closer inspection of a side panel, we see very clearly that it reads "MEN"--the men's restroom! } Vasco Dias: And here we are...in the men's room!
Terri Morasco: I wonder where Gilmore's at...
{ We see Mr. Happy at one of the sinks, trying to refocus whilst looking intently in the mirror! Gilmore, holding onto a broomstick now, sneaks up from behind and tries to smack him with the object...but Mr. Happy kicks James hard in the ribs, causing the latter to drop the broom. Now it's Mr. Happy's turn to have some offense as he fires away with clubbing blows to the back of Gilmore's skull, eventually dragging him over to one of the restroom's blue stall doors! Happy opens up the door and SLAMS it on Gilmore's shoulder not once, but twice! James clutches his left shoulder before taking a good, hearty shot to the midsection once more with the broomstick he'd dropped a few moments ago! Happy lets out a war cry before breaking the stick right across his neck and slamming him back-first onto the tiled floor! Unlike Gilmore, Happy goes for the pin as the ref counts, hitting his hand on the tile... } 1...!
2...!!
NOPE!!!
{ Mr. Happy stands up, with a dogged determination on his face as he sets for a piledriver on the tile! } Vasco Dias: Whoaaaaaa...he's not gonna do it!
Terri Morasco: Don't do it, hun! You'll end a career!!
{ But Gilmore is a resilient opponent, flipping Mr. Happy head over heels with a back bodydrop onto the floor! Just like a few minutes ago, the Islander alum shakes his head before making a quick getaway...but Mr. Happy, furious beyond belief, blocks out the pain and quickly pulls himself back to his feet. The camera guys follow both men as they make their way out of the restroom, through the hallway, and back into the arena proper! We see Gilmore turning around, ready to fight...but he's trucked by a Mr. Happy spear! The Michigan native pounds away on James' schozz with closed fists as the latter tries to cover for dear life, the referee powerless to do anything else except count pins or submissions. Mr. Happy, after yanking his opponent back to a vertical base, drags Gilmore back down to the ring by the hair and dumps him in; he then looks underneath the apron, eventually pulling out a bag full of goodies! } Vasco Dias: Mr. Happy LOVES playing with toys!
Terri Morasco: These "toys" though...are designed to hurt!
{ With a nice, big smirk on his kisser, Mr. Happy pulls out what appears to be a red-and-white hued vibrator! The men inside SSE Arena cringe as Happy gets into the ring, stalking his victim before SMASHING the object repeatedly the head with the clown-face-shaped object, breaking James Gilmore's nose in the process! We see blood pouring down Gilmore's snout as he tries to run for cover, only for Mr. Happy to yank him back to his feet and placing him in his "Big Hug" bearhug! The zebra checks James' left arm as it falls limp once, then twice...but on the third time, Gilmore manages to keep his arm up and stay in the match! After boxing his opponent's ears and trying to break the bearhug the old-fashioned way, Gilmore decides to go unconventional...and KICK MR. HAPPY SQUARELY IN THE NUTS!!! } Terri Morasco: *gasp* Oyyyy...
Vasco Dias: Yeah...Mr. Happy won't be getting his dick wet after that!
Terri Morasco: VASCO!!! Watch your tongue...this is a FAMILY show!
{ Seizing the momentum, Gilmore fires off some hard rights and lefts that reel his much-bigger opponent toward the ropes before sending him for the ride! Happy bounces off the strands...and into a wicked spear from James Gilmore that snaps him back on the canvas! Now Gilmore, regaining his own composure, hops to the outside. He decides to forego the bag of goodies and, instead, looks underneath the ring and pulls out his red-white-blue American flag surfboard that's been pre-wrapped in barbed wire! } Vasco Dias: Uh-ohhhhhh....
Terri Morasco: I dunno what Gilmore's got planned here, but it doesn't look good!
{ Sliding the longboard into the ring, Gilmore props it up into a corner as Mr. Happy pulls himself up on the opposite side! The Detroit native instantly charges, looking to plant his opponent against his own "favorite toy"...but Gilmore extends his foot out, TRIPPING MR. HAPPY AND SENDING HIM CRASHING FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBED-WIRED BOOGIEBOARD!!! } Terri Morasco: I don't care what universe you're watching, that's gotta hurt!
Vasco Dias: This is Extreme Rules at its best!!!
{ Satisfied with his dirty work, James Gilmore goes for the cover on a bleeding Mr. Happy... } 1...!
2...!!
THREEEEEEEE--AWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
{ Gilmore stands up pissed. We see him barking at the zebra on that supposedly "slow count," but all he gets is the dreaded two fingers! Battered and bloodied, Mr. Happy slowly--and painfully--pulls the barbed-wire off his mug before making it back to his feet. Gilmore turns around and instantly winds up on the wrong end of a DDT! Mr. Happy, after turning his opponent over, goes up to the top rope, but just as he's about to connect with his patented "Mr. Happy Go Round!" shooting star press....James rolls to his right, prompting Mr. Happy to land on the mat, head-first! Sensing the momentum, Gilmore decides to end things once and for all, placing Mr. Happy in his crab-like move he dubs "THE WALL!!!" } Vasco Dias: The Wall!!! Mr. Happy's gonna be another brick in it!!!
Terri Morasco: But can he fight it!
{ Mr. Happy does fight the hold with everything he can muster. Incredibly, he is able to hook Gilmore into position for a surprise pin! James is too late to react as the ref counts, 1....2...and THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!! } Terri Morasco: A huge win for Mr. Happy.
Vasco Dias: It wasn’t that big of a win...
{Mr. Happy slowly makes his way up the ramp after his battle with James Gilmore when the lights go down in the building and strange music not heard before in IWF is heard. The tron lights up to show the Deal with it Bitch Productions logo and the crowd explodes in excitement. Jason Sandman's name appears as Am I A Psycho? blasts through the arena as everyone looks for someone coming out. The lights come back on to reveal Jason Sandman standing behind Mr. Happy. Sandman reveals a cane which he pulls around Mr. Happy’s throat and starts dragging him back down the ramp. Mr. Happy is lifted up to his feet by his neck and thrown into the ring. Sandman slides in behind Mr. Happy and quickly grabs ahold of clown. Applying a dragon clutch to Mr. Happy, Jason pulls out a microphone from his pocket and makes his victim hold the microphone for him.} Jason Sandman: You all obviously know who I am, and if you don't then you probably aren't worth a cunt hair anyway. The question we have to ask ourselves now is why am I here hurting a man I couldn't give two fucks about.
{Jason reaches into his pocket and pulls out a metal spike before stabbing Mr. Happy in the head with it.} Jason Sandman: Where is Nighthawk? Where is Spike Kane? Where is someone who can put up a fight? What the fuck am I saying? Neither of those men are worth a good god damn. Send me out someone who wants to fight. I am tired of waiting in the back for someone who isn't scared. I signed my contract weeks ago and once I showed up everyone just wanted to play. I don't fucking play. Send someone out here now or the clown doesn't survive the night.
{The head of security makes his way down the ramp and stands on the apron pleading with Sandman to give it up. Jason Sandman just stabs Mr. Happy in the head again and licks the blood off the spike.} Jason Sandman: His blood is on the company's hand. Send out someone.
{More members of security come walking out and surround the ring. Jason just smiles.} Jason Sandman: People just won't listen.
{Jason lets go of Mr Happy long enough to grab around his waist causing Mr. Happy to drop the microphone. Lifting Mr. Happy into the air, Jason angles his victim and drives backwards into a devastating Backdrop driver. Jason gets back up to his feet with Mr. Happy still in his grasp and drives him down again. Jason then gets back up to his feet and grabs hold of the microphone.} Jason Sandman: All someone had to do was come fight me. Give me time I'll make someone come do it. Oh and Fiona McFly I know your boyfriend is around here somewhere. I’m coming for him too.
{Jason Sandman slams the microphone down into the mat before rolling out of the ring and heading out of the ring followed closely by security as the EMTs head the other way.} ----------------------------------------------------------
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Can’t Run Forever
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{“Cult of Love” hits the speakers in the arena and out to the ramp scampers Alexis. She scours the crowd with an innocent grin on her face before skipping down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. She scampers over and grabs a microphone, spinning her way to the center of the ring.} Alexis Caffrey: Ohhhhhh Paige...come out and play!
Terri Morasco: Alexis issued a challenge to Paige for tonight last week, and Paige went on Twitter and rejected it.
Vasco Dias: The queen has nothing to prove. Alexis is just out here trying to put the spotlight on herself.
{Alexis doesn’t look pleased that there’s no reaction from Paige.} Alexis Caffrey: Awww...is the self-proclaimed queen still crying about losing the Diamonds Title? I’ll be sure to bring you a tissue when we finally face off...and unfortunately for you...that’s a lot sooner than you want it to be. You see...I knew you were gonna ditch me tonight. You flat out told me no on Twitter. Soooo I went to the boss lady Riley and had me a little chat. In the end...the result that I wanted...is the one that happened. Paige...I’ll see you...at Bloody Assizes!
{“Cult of Love” hits the speakers again as Alexis tosses the mic and heads back up the ramp with her normal skip.} Terri Morasco: Huge news there Vasco. Alexis vs Paige at Bloody Assizes!
Vasco Dias: That’s clearly not fair. The queen shouldn’t have to be forced into a match with Alexis...what was Riley thinking?
Terri Morasco: She was thinking that’s a hell of a match to add to a Pay Per View.
Vasco Dias: Ridiculous.
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SINGLES MATCH
Ulf Hednir vs Dre Cutler
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{We return from commercial and "Die This Way" by Hopsin hits the speaker system. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as the bass from the song rattles through their chests. The curtain brushes aside and Dre Cutler hops onto the stage, squatting down with his elbows on his thighs as he examines the crowd, a smile on his face. He stands up, head bobbing to the music, and kisses index and middle fingers and points them to the heavens above. He bounces towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He makes his way to a neutral corner and does some quick stretches as he waits for the match to start.} Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler is in the ring, and looking to come back after his loss to James Gillmore last week.
Vasco Dias: He’s going to have his work cut out for him.
{The opening guitar introduction to "Raise Your Horns" by Amon Amarth begins to play through the speakers in the arena, and the crowd erupts into a cheer; "Victory!" as the opening of the vocals comes to the speakers, Ulf Hednir comes from behind the curtains with his drinking horn held high into the air leading the crowd to cheer further for him. He walks to the side of the stage and gestures for the crowd to get louder--he is not disappointed, and salutes the crowd by raising the drinking horn to the crowd following it with a gulp; he salutes them one more time before walking toward the ring with a smile on his face. He walks close by the ramp to use his free hand to shake hands with many of the fans. When reaching the bottom of the ramp, he walks around to the time keeper's table and places the drinking horn in a holder fastened to his belt, in order for him to remove his cloak and place it with the time keeper. He retrieves his drinking horn from his belt again and holds it to the sky, yelling "Skål!" to the crowd, who chant it with him before downing the remainder of the beverage residing in the drinking horn. He places the drinking horn down on his cloak, and slides under the bottom rope to get into the ring. He is quick to his feet, waiting for the match to begin.} Terri Morasco: And here’s Ulf Hednir, hot off his debut and first victory!
Vasco Dias: But his opponent is not a clown this time. He’s the runner up to the 2016 Heir to the Throne!
Terri Morasco: And Ulf Hednir has already exclaimed his interest in being placed in the 2017 Heir to the Throne.
{The bell sounds, and both competitors are circling the ring -- Ulf tries to step forward in an attempt of a test of strength, and Dre seemingly accepts; when Ulf has his arm out, Dre quickly steps to the side to refuse the invitation, and throws a couple jabs at Ulf’s head! Ulf quickly raises an arm to parry some of the jabs away--Ulf finally catches one and spins around to Dre’s back, looking to lock him into Low-Key! Ulf tries to use his superior power to force Dre into the hold, but Dre is able to wriggle his way free before retreating against the ropes.} Vasco Dias: It does not appear that Ulf Hednir is wasting any time.
Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler is able to escape, but Ulf Hednir looks ready to go!
{Ulf is standing near the center of the ring challenging Dre Cutler to come back toward the middle of the ring; Dre doesn’t turn him down and cautiously approaches the center of the ring. Both men stand ready for the other to initiate the attack; Ulf charges forward and both of them grapple up--Ulf quickly powers Dre to the corner, then grabs him by the head and uses a biel throw sending Dre halfway across the ring! Dre rolls through, and charges back at Ulf looking to connect with a dropkick, but Ulf steps to the side--Ulf forces Dre to stand back to his feet, and lifts him up for a suplex…} Terri Morasco: Ulf is looking to show some of his power with Dre right now.
Vasco Dias: But it looks like Dre has other plans.
{Dre is able to push his weight back and land behind Ulf, quickly leaping up to dropkick Ulf in the back and sending him into the corner! Ulf leans against the corner facing Dre, who is already back to his feet and connects with a couple knife-edge chops! Dre connects with a total of five knife-edge chops before grabbing Ulf’s arm--he goes to Irish whip him across to the opposite corner, but Ulf Hednir is able to reverse it sending Dre into the corner with some force… he charges three-fourths of the way across the ring as Dre is stumbling out of the corner, and leans over with the intent to take Dre over with the back body drop, but Dre puts Ulf into a front headlock and hits him with a spinning neckbreaker! Dre reaches back to cover Ulf: One! ….. Tw---Kick out!} Terri Morasco: A quick kick out from Ulf Hednir, but the first cover attempt goes to Dre Cutler.
Vasco Dias: As if it really mattered… but that shows how young, and inexperienced Ulf Hednir is: he could have stayed down for another half second to let himself rest.
{Both competitors are getting to their feet, Dre Cutler becoming the first one; he connects with a stiff kick to Ulf’s chest as he is still getting to his feet. Dre hits Ulf with a palm strike that sends him back a step, and Dre continues forward with left and right jabs until Ulf is against the ropes; Dre gets his arms around Ulf for a belly to belly suplex, but Ulf is able to bring his arms down over Dre’s as he has him trapped. Ulf connects with one headbutt, and Dre would have stumbled back, but Ulf having his arms trapped make it difficult; before Ulf can connect with a second headbutt, Dre connects with a knee to Ulf’s sternum-- Ulf still has his arms trapped, so Dre follows up with a second knee, and a third knee finally forces Ulf to lose the hold he had.} Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler looked almost in trouble.
Vasco Dias: That’s a hard head on Ulf Hednir, he even made Mr. Happy pay for it last week.
{Dre drives his knee as hard as he can into Ulf’s abdomen one more time, causing him to keel over… Dre hooks both of Ulf’s arms and takes him down with the Double-Arm DDT! The impact causes Ulf to roll over onto his back, and Dre rolls Ulf up for a second cover: One! ….. Two! Ulf is able to kick out!} Terri Morasco: Another cover attempt from Dre Cutler, but Ulf kicks out at two!
Vasco Dias: It’s going to take a lot more than that to knock out that big guy.
{Dre gets up to his feet and starts stomping away on Ulf, preventing him from being able to get up straightaway; Ulf uses his hands to block as much as he can and is trying to get up to his feet, but as he gets to a seated position, Dre dives behind him and is trying to get him into a rear naked choke! Dre continues trying to drag Ulf toward the mat--Ulf continues rising to his feet, albeit slower, as he has to use one arm to prevent Dre from getting the full choke applied. Ulf is now to his feet carrying Dre on his back, and he is able to get a hold of the ropes… Dre releases the hold and kicks Ulf in the back of the leg; Dre charges back against the opposite ropes and bounces back toward Ulf, who is down to one knee. Ulf drops all the way down and pulls the rope with him causing the momentum of Dre to send him over the top rope!} Terri Morasco: And some ring awareness shown by Ulf Hednir, and Dre Cutler is out of the ring!
Vasco Dias: Get this back inside!
{Ulf Hednir stands back up as Dre Cutler is struggling outside of the mat after having a crash landing. Ulf calls out to the Crowd: “Skål!” and the crowd return the shout; Ulf charges against the far ropes and comes back as Dre is getting back to his feet-- Ulf leaps into the air, clearing the top rope, and connecting with a suicide dive and landing on his feet! Ulf, standing tall over his downed opponent, shouts out again: Skål! The crowd returns the shout again, as the referee begins counting both men out.} Terri Morasco: What a leap! Ulf cleared the ropes!
Vasco Dias: It was an impressive leap, but it is completely unnecessary.
{One! Ulf grabs Dre by the arm and forces him back to his feet. Two! Ulf aims Dre toward the corner steps-- Three! --with as much force as he can, he sends Dre with an Irish whip toward them, but Dre jumps and lands on the top step-- Four! -- Dre leaps back with a moonsault connecting with Ulf. Five! Dre is back up to his feet, and quickly slides back into the ring. Six! Ulf is getting to his feet, still outside of the ring; Dre runs across to the opposite end of the ring--Seven! The referee is trying to wave Dre off, telling him that the count will restart, but Dre still has his momentum forward and ignores the referee; Ulf is back to his feet--Eight! Dre appears to one up the high flying by jumping to the top rope and balancing himself momentarily. Nine! Dre leaps from the ropes doing a 360 spin in the air and connecting with a body splash on Ulf outside of the ring!} Vasco Dias: What?! Why?!
Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler did not want to win that way! The count starts over!
{One! Both men are laid out outside of the ring. Two! Both men stir, trying to get up to their feet. Three! Dre Cutler is up to one knee, using the apron to try to drag himself up-- Four! Ulf is up to his knees and Dre Cutler is rolling under the bottom rope. Five! Ulf is to his feet, and climbs under the bottom rope to join Dre Cutler back into the ring.} Vasco Dias: Dre Cutler should have just taken the victory by count out.
Terri Morasco: Not like that, Vasco; both men are back in the ring!
{Both men climb to their feet inside of the ring… Dre connects first with a kick to Ulf’s abdomen, causing him to keel over but with them both being near the ropes, he uses the ropes to keep himself held up; Dre hurries forward putting him in a front headlock; Ulf responds by putting Dre into a bear hug! Dre is writhing in agony as Ulf is trying to crush his ribs, but Dre releases the front headlock and stretches out to grab the ropes-- the referee calls for Ulf to release the hold and he lifts Dre higher before tossing him up into the air and Dre landing with the snake eyes across the top rope.} Vasco Dias: Well it looks like no matter what, he was in trouble.
Terri Morasco: The damage was done either way, but I think he’s better off being near the ropes.
{Ulf grabs Dre around the waist and pulls him back with a German suplex! Ulf goes over to pin Dre: One! ….. Two! ….. Th--Dre Cutler is able to kick out!} Vasco Dias: That’s his first pin attempt throughout this whole match. Somehow, as much offense as he has put in, he was unable to get any near falls.
Terri Morasco: And it was a near fall; to be honest, I am surprised that Dre Cutler was able to kick out after the punishment both men have put themselves through.
{Ulf is back up to his feet, and drags Dre up with him; he sends him across the ring with the Irish whip-- Dre bounces off the ropes and dives in for a cross body; Ulf shows off his power by catching him! He walks near the corner and tosses Dre back with a fallaway slam! Ulf stands back up and runs toward Dre, leaping up and connecting with the running senton! He reaches his arm back and hooks Dre’s leg: One! ….. Two! ….. Thr--Dre Cutler kicks out!} Terri Morasco: Another near fall! And Ulf Hednir is showing his power off to everybody!
Vasco Dias: I will be honest here, and I don’t know how he kicked out either.
{Ulf looks a little irritated by Dre being able to kick out, but doesn’t waste any time to stand up. He raises a clenched fist into the air and the crowd cheers loud as they know what is about to happen… he crouches far away from Dre Cutler, with his clenched fist resting on the canvas; as Dre stands up to his feet and stumbles toward Ulf, Ulf charges forward and leaps into the air going for Thor’s Rage! Dre narrowly avoids it, and rolls Ulf up with a schoolboy: One! ….. Two! ….. Thr---Ulf is able to kick out!} Terri Morasco: He dodges a bullet, and almost makes Ulf Hednir pay!
Vasco Dias: If what he calls “Thor’s Rage” had connected, there was no way that Dre Cutler would have been able to kick out.
{The second wind is kicking in for both of them, and both of them are back up to their feet at nearly the same time-- Dre surprises Ulf with a superkick, but Ulf keeps himself from falling by landing against the ropes… Dre spins through with a smile as he thinks that Ulf may be out; as he turns to face Ulf, Ulf springs out and lands Thor’s Rage successfully! Ulf calls that it’s over and falls down over Dre Cutler: One! ….. Two! ….. Thre--Dre gets his shoulder off of the mat!} Vasco Dias: Wasting just a little too much time.
Terri Morasco: I’ll agree with you there. You don’t need to tell the world it’s done, you just need to show the world it’s done.
{Ulf gets up and aggressively pulls Dre to his feet; he sends him into the corner and goes to connect with the diving body splash! Dre is able to bring his feet up and connect with a big boot to Ulf’s head! Ulf stumbles back, and Dre takes this opportunity to jump up to the second rope, before finally jumping to the third-- Ulf charges forward and springs up to the top rope, catching Dre around the waist as he tries to take him over with a belly to belly suplex! Dre clenches the ropes keeping him from being able to get taken off…} Vasco Dias: Well, he is showing he knows what he is doing on top of the ropes… hard to defend yourself, but he is doing just that.
Terri Morasco: This could get ugly very quickly.
{Dre connects with a few hard shots trying to battle Ulf back, but Ulf is holding on still-- Dre finally gets a good hit in and is able to shove Ulf off. Dre looks out to the crowd and stands tall before leaping off and connecting with Crown Me! Dre hooks Ulf’s leg: One! ….. Two! ….. Three!} Terri Morasco: Dre Cutler did it! Dre Cutler defeated Ulf Hednir!
Vasco Dias: No need for the showing off, but he did do it.
{Dre Cutler has his arm raised into the air as he rises to his feet… the crowd is cheering at the spectacle they saw, as Dre parades around the ring with his arms still raised into the air.} ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT
The Depths
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{The scene opens into the deepest, darkest dungeons of the SSE Arena. The metal clanking of the boiler room is heard, as the sparks of metal on metal illuminate the scene. We see Xavier Cross walking towards the camera, hood up, the tip of the sword dragging across the metal sidings of the boiler. He tilts his head up.} Xavier Cross: "The shadows are my home, these deep pits of hell have become a comfort to me. The spider building the web, patiently in the corner ready for the prey to come to them. As I wait for you....You want more, you get more...You ask for change, and you get it. What more do you want? Blood? I pour it. Sweat? Exasperated. Tears? They've fallen one too many times....But I still stand, you rightful king. I still stand, a soldier yearning for a crown. Let me educate the masses for a moment. I am Xavier Cross. I am the future winner of the Heir to the Throne tournament. I am the uncrowned King of Imperial Wrestling Federation."
{He begins laughing a bit, kneeling down, leaning on the sword the hood is pushed back from his face. A soft smile rests on his lips as he looks into the camera.} Xavier Cross: "Nail me back up. Break my body, break my spirit. I will not stop coming. I am the reckoning this company has wrought upon itself. I am the truth...Oh...say can you see...You...you garbage in the crowd encouraging these Apes to keep throwing their bodies at one another....Savages...pigs....no respect. You've all sinned too many times to be forgiven...It's a shame because I didn't hate all of you..."
{He slowly begins to rise once more, on his feet, his eyes look down at the blade clutched in his hand. Shaking his head, he looks back at the camera.} Xavier Cross: "Our names...mean nothing...our titles...mean nothing...our legacy...means nothing...For when it all ends....It will only be ashes....I am the Usurper....I am coming....This is the ending you've created for yourselves. I will have retribution. I will have the crown and rule this Kingdom. I will burn everything to the ground....because....that is my legacy....Ashes to ashes...dust to dust..."
{He points the sword at the camera, before rotating his hips, he brings the blade against the boiler, striking it with enough force for a jet of steam to fly out. The Cameraman stumbles backward. When the steam clears, Xavier Cross is gone.} ----------------------------------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Ryan Shane vs Devlin Raine
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{"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 of cheers and boos.} Alison Valance: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Introducing first from Allen Park, Michigan, and weighing two hundred and ten pounds...Ryan Shane!!!
{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: A big opportunity for Shane. If he wins here tonight, he will get a shot at the Man of Steel championship.
Vasco Dias: As a former champion, Ryan knows what having the title means. No doubt he wants to feel that again.
Alison Valance: His opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, and weighing two hundred and ten pounds, the IWF Man of Steel champion… “The Destiny Dealer” Devlin Raine!!!
{The Lights Darken as the Into of "OMEN" start to play, whilst the beat picks up Devlin emerges from the crowd wearing his jacket and the Guy Fawkes mask , the Destiny Dealer steps up on the guard railing slowly as he slips off the mask and slides under the bottom rope to salute at the crowd waving his hands to the music as if conducting an orchestra and then turns to keep eyes about him.} Terri Morasco: It’s been one hell of a start to the IWF career of Devlin Raine. First he won the Cruiserweight Invitational, and followed it up with a Joker in the Pack win and Man of Steel title. The last two happening on the biggest night of the year at Night of the Immortals.
Vasco Dias: Even I’ll admit how impressive that is. But tonight, things are about to get tougher. He is now the hunted.
{Inside the ring, Shane and Raine stare at each other. Each man is waiting for the bell to ring to start the match.} DING DING DING
{With the match underway, the two men lock up in the center of the ring. After a little back and forth Shane gets the advantage with a knee to the midsection. From there he connects with a couple of left hand before he backs Raine into the ropes. Shane send him off the ropes and hits a running knee lift. This is then followed up with knee bar.} Terri Morasco: A smart move by Shane. Devlin can’t put up much of a fight if he doesn’t have use of his legs.
Vasco Dias: Shane has been in the business a decade. He’s bound to know a trick or two.
{Raine is fighting off the knee bar and gets to the ropes. With the hold broken both men get back to their feet. Shane tries to capitalize on the damage already done and goes for a chop block. Raine avoids it and hits a stiff kick. He follows it up with another, and then another. Shane is really being rocked. Devlin Raine with a spinning kick to the gut of Shane, he then hits him upright and then nails a step up enzuigiri.} Terri Morasco: Brain Dance by Raine!
ONE
TWO…
{Raine went for the cover but Shane was able to kick out at the count of two.} Vasco Dias: I think Shane might be a little groggy but he was still able to kick out.
{Raine is still in control as he slams Shane to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. With Shane on his back, Raine looks down at him and smiles.} Devlin Raine: CANNONBALL!!!
{Raine goes for a vicious back senton onto the prone Shane, but Shane is able to get his knees up. From there he goes for a quick cover, hooking the arms.} ONE
TW…
Terri Morasco: Nice counter by Shane, but he couldn’t even get a two count.
Vasco Dias: I think it’s going to take quite a bit for either of these men to win. I wouldn’t mind it being over already.
{Raine with a stiff kick sending Shane onto his back once again, this is followed up with a knee drop. He goes for the back senton again.} Devlin Raine: CANNONBALL!!!
{This time it connects, and Raine goes for a cover of his own.} ONE
TW…
Terri Morasco: A couple of quick pin attempts by both men.
Vasco Dias: Both men want to win.
Terri Morasco: Obviously Vasco.
{After exchanging pinfalls both men make it back to their feet. Shane takes control with a side headlock. Raine fights him off by sending him into the ropes. Ryan Shane rebounds but Raine has his head down. A swift kick to the chest of Raine staggers him and Shane follows up with lefts.} Terri Morasco: Southpaw Shuffle by Shane and Devlin Raine is dazed.
Vasco Dias: I wonder if those are closed fist.
{Shane hits a Russian legsweep and the climbs to the middle rope. He leaps and connects with an elbow (Allen Park Elbow) to the chest of Devlin Raine. He hooks the leg.} ONE
TWO…
Terri Morasco: Devlin Raine gets his shoulder up at the count of two.
Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane looks frustrated.
{Shane pulls Raine to his feet and hits a kneeling jawbreaker. He then uses a double leg takedown and locks in a figure four.} Terri Morasco: The referee is asking Raine if he wants to give up but he's refusing.
Vasco Dias: It's locked in tight but Raine is inching toward the ropes.
{Raine reaches the ropes forcing a break. Shane releases the hold but then drags his opponent back into the center of the ring. He goes to lock in the figure four again but this time Raine kicks him off and sends him spilling through the ropes to the outside.} Terri Morasco: Great awareness by Devlin Raine and he sends Shane to the floor.
Vasco Dias: Shane hit the floor hard.
{With Shane on the outside Raine looks to the ropes. He hits a springboard moonsault on Shane as he's getting to his feet.} Terri Morasco: Even after Shane worked over his knee, Devlin Raine was able to nail Subspace Highway perfectly. Impressive!
Vasco Dias: Now both men are on the ground outside. If no one wins this match, the real winner is me.
{Raine gets to his feet and rolls Shane into the ring under the bottom rope. He slides in after him and goes for a cover.} ONE
TWO
TH…
Terri Morasco: A look of disbelief on the face of Raine. He thought he had him.
Vasco Dias: I guess he spent a little too much time lounging about outside the ring.
{Raine pulls Shane to his feet and hits a European uppercut. He then throws alternating stiff forearms and kicks to the point where Shane is almost out on his feet. With a great display of athletic ability Raine leaps up and hits a hurricanrana, turning it into a pin.} ONE
TWO
THREE…
Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane just getting his shoulder up as the referee was inches away from a three count.
Vasco Dias: That was instinct. I'm not sure Shane knows where he is.
{Not wanting to let up, Devlin Raine puts Shane in a wristlock, possibly looking for his famous standing moonsault side slam (Subspace Slide). Shane doing everything to break the hold and finally does by rolling out of it. This surprises Raine, but not as much as the lung blower Shane hits.} Terri Morasco: Someday Snap by Shane! This could be it.
Vasco Dias: It doesn’t look like Ryan Shane is interested in making a cover. Stupid if you ask me.
{Shane backs up and is waiting for Raine to get to his knees. When he does he charges in looking for a shining wizard. Raine rolls out of the way and using his athletic ability gets to his feet quickly and sends Shane to the mat with a dropkick to the knee. A running front flip DDT connects.} Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane looking to end it with a Shaning Wizard but Devlin Raine countered it into a DevDT! Amazing!
Vasco Dias: Raine doing the smart thing and going for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!!
{Shane kicks out, but it’s a split second too late.} DING DING DING
Alison Valance: The winner of the match, “The Destiny Dealer” Devlin Raine!!!
{Raine is handed the Man of Steel championship, and is celebrating his victory in the ring. The crowd is really behind him.} Terri Morasco: Devlin Raine with a huge victory over Ryan Shane. It looks like Shane won’t be getting a shot at the Man of Steel title.
Vasco Dias: I’m not a fan of either of these guys, but a match like this is hardly the way to settle who gets a shot. If this match was under Man of Steel rules it would still be going on.
Terri Morasco: You might be right about that Vasco.
{As Raine continues his celebration, Shane sits up in the ring, the look on his face is one of disappointment. Devlin sees Shane and offers a hand to help him up. Ryan doesn’t take his hand and gets to his feet on his own.} Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane doesn’t seem interested in the good sportsmanship of Devlin Raine.
Vasco Dias: Why should he? He lost. He should be pissed!
{With both men to their feet, Raine reaches out his hand. Shane after a moment of thought shakes his hand.} Vasco Dias: Go figure…
Terri Morasco: It’s good to see that after a great match these two can part on good terms.
{Devlin turns his attention back to the crowd as Shane goes to leave the ring. He stops and stares down Raine who is still caught up in celebration. Out of nowhere Shane hits another lung blower.} Terri Morasco: Someday Snape by Shane! Raine didn’t see it coming.
Vasco Dias: Good for Shane.
{Back in the ring, Shane eyes the Man of Steel championship. He picks it up and shouts at Raine, “This is mine”! Ryan then uses the belt as a weapon and connects with the side of Devlin Raine’s head. With Raine incapacitated, Ryan Shane locks in a deathlock cloverleaf.} Terri Morasco: This is uncalled for! Shane attacked Raine unprovoked, and now he has A Crying Shane locked in.
Vasco Dias: Unprovoked? Devlin Raine was rubbing his victory in the face of Shane.
{Referees rush to the ring in an attempt to pull Shane off of Raine. After a few moments they are able to get Shane to release the hold. Shane exits the ring with a smile on his face as the crowd boos him.} Terri Morasco: A despicable display by Shane.
Vasco Dias: I think this will serve as an eye opener for Devlin Raine. Being Man of Steel champion isn’t all fun and games.
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IWF SHIELDMAIDEN
SINGLES MATCH
Rowan MacDonnough vs Shea O’Hara (c)
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Vasco Dias: Here we go! The first title defense since Night of the Immortals, and it looks like we’re having an Irish Civil War on our hands, right here in Belfast! A perfect arena for these two women to throw down for the Shieldmaiden - I love it!
Terri Morasco: I think that these two competitors are going to give us a fantastic match tonight – both women have shown their willingness to go all out against one another
, and listen to that crowd! They're absolutely ecstatic to be here to see this match!
Alison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Alison Valance: …And is for the IWF SHIELDMAIDEN CHAMPIONSHIP!
{Lights out. The crashing cymbals and screeching opening chord of “Red Stars” by the Birthday Massacre ring out, and red smoke billows from either side of the entranceway as Rowan MacDonnough stalks out from behind the curtain, golden eyes glinting in the red light as they shift from side to side.} Alison Valance: Introducing the challenger – From Kilkenny Ireland, weighing in at 145 pounds… the Wolf of the Abyss, Rowan MacDonnough!
{The stage and ramp are lit by swirling red light, but everything else remains dark. She lopes forward, unconsciously rolling her wrists as her eyes bore a hole in the air before her. The smoke seems to follow her down the ramp as she walks, reaching up and grabbing the middle rope with one hand. Rowan hauls herself up onto the apron, standing and ducking between the middle and top rope to step inside the ring. She straightens up, slowly pacing towards the center of the ring as a spiraling pattern of red light appears on the mat, and her eyes scan the crowd, head moving in a jerky, animalistic pattern. She slowly, reluctantly backs towards a corner, eyes constantly moving as she settles in to wait for the bell.} Terri Morasco: I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this monster being near me. I have nightmares about Rowan and I’m never going to have to fight her. I don’t know how Shea can stomach it.
Vasco Dias: She can’t, Terri. We saw how Rowan dominated Shea last week at Sacrifice. Rowan is out for blood, and I don’t think there’s anything Shea can do to stop her.
Alison Valance: And her opponent…
{The lights go out again 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: From Cork, Ireland, weighing in at 135 pounds – she is the IWF Shieldmaiden… SHEA O’HARAAA!
{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. She finally removes the belt, raising it high to a huge pop from the crowd before handing it to the ref at ringside, moving to her corner bouncing with energy.} Terri Morasco: The crowd is definitely picking favorites tonight! No matter how dominant Rowan has been in recent months, Shea’s still the woman who took down Eternity at Night of the Immortals.
Vasco Dias: She looks a little tired to me. Dark bags under her eyes. I don’t think she’s been getting much sleep for the past week – that doesn’t bode well for the Shieldmaiden at all.
Terri Morasco: You may be right, but if anyone has the energy to get through a match after a few sleepless nights, it’s definitely -
Vasco Dias: Pandora Freeman. The name you’re looking for is Pandora Freeman.
Terri Morasco: Just stop talking and watch the match, Vasco.
DING!
{The second the bell rings Rowan is on top of Shea like a bat out of hell, unleashing a devastating flurry of vicious strikes that puts the Shieldmaiden immediately on defense. Shea doesn’t back down, however, and tries to position herself to get closer to Rowan so that she can bring her technical game to bear against the savage strikes of the Irish Nightmare, weathering a barrage of knee strikes and other brutal blows that the taller woman unleashed upon the Shieldmaiden. Finally Shea manages to exploit an opening in Rowan’s all-in offensive approach, slipping in under Rowan’s reach and taking it to a grapple game, wrapping her arms around Rowan’s midsection and refusing to let go. Rowan rains hammering blows down on the Shieldmaiden, but Shea relentlessly holds on, eventually getting enough footing to reach her arm up and over Rowan’s neck, leading her into a delivering a snap suplex to the challenger.} Terri Morasco: Shea’s playing this match smart, staying close to play to Rowan’s weaker technical game. If she can get in under Rowan’s strikes consistently, Shea’s going to forge herself a huge advantage in this match.
{Rowan quickly rises to her feet, snarling audibly as the faces Shea down. Despite the flurry of powerful blows she has just endured, Shea seems fired up as she goads Rowan to come at her. Rowan slowly circles Shea like a predatory cat, golden eyes locked on the Shieldmaiden with a hungry look about them. Rowan suddenly darts forward, looking like she’s going for a European uppercut, but Shea’s ready for it and surges in close, once again looking to take advantage closer in… but Rowan had the response scouted, dancing swiftly to the side and taking to the air, catching Shea in a hurricanrana that slams her to the ground. Rowan is on top of the Shieldmaiden in a flash, raining a series of mounted punches on the downed Shea. She keeps her arms up to deflect much of the onslaught, eventually forcing Rowan off of her. Shea’s hand snaps out, catching Rowan’s wrist, dragging her back to the ground and pulling her into the WRATH OF IRELAND!} Terri Morasco: Woah! Shea O’Hara looking to put this match away early! Even if Rowan breaks this hold, Shea’s in a position to deal huge damage to Rowan’s arm, which will seriously impede her ability to strike with her usual force!
Vasco Dias: It won’t work, Rowan’s too close to the ropes – look!
{Sure enough, Rowan manages to get a foot up on the ropes, forcing the referee to break the submission before it can do too much damage. Shea shakes her head as she looks at the ropes, seeming almost confused as though she hadn’t realized exactly in the ring they were.} Vasco Dias: I told you she looked a little tired. Rowan knows what Shea’s game plan is now – I’m not sure she’s going to let the Shieldmaiden get much closer after that.
{Shea shakes her head back into the game as Rowan pulls herself up onto the ropes, and once again the larger woman begins prowling the edges of the ring, now making a point to stay close to the ropes as insurance against Shea’s superior submission skills. Rowan rolls her wrists as she paces like a caged animal as Shea keeps pace with her, frustration lining her face. After a few moments, Shea goes on the offense again, this time resigning herself to the hopes of fighting Rowan in a striking game long enough to get in close. The two of them begin a frenzied dance of violence as Rowan forces Shea to play her game, but Shea is holding her own. Determination is evident in every step and every blow as Shea powers through every strike that Rowan lands. Once again she finds a chink in Rowan’s armor, slipping through the Nightmare’s reckless offense, sending Rowan staggering back with a chained series of calf kicks. That gives her just enough wiggle room to step back on the ropes, setting up a gorgeous springboard side kick that sends Rowan reeling back to the other side of the ring! Shea knows that she can’t afford to give Rowan even a moment to recover, and charges after the Wolf of the Abyss with a ferocious cry of defiance. As Rowan bounces off the ropes, Shea meets her head on and lands a massive pele kick! Rowan falls back against the ropes and rolls out of the ring.} Terri Morasco: Look at that! She went strike for strike with one of the best strikers in the Diamonds division and managed to come out on top! Shea’s experience as a brawler gave her just enough tenacity to power through and exploit Rowan’s weaknesses. This is amazing!
Vasco Dias: But at what cost? Sacrificing that much stamina to land a few good blows… I don’t know if it’s good enough to take out someone this dominant. Rowan is already getting back on her feet, and Shea’s breathing hard.
Referee: ONE!
{Shea watches Rowan so quickly recover, rising to her feet on the outside. Shea watches her, nodding to herself as though pumping herself up for something… before climbing to the top rope on the nearby corner! She watches Rowan rise to her full height, waits for her to turn… and as soon as Rowan sees Shea above her, the Bombshell comes crashing down with a tremendous tornado DDT that sends Rowan sprawling! The crowd erupts into cheers as Rowan pulls herself up at the announce table, reaching a hand up to her forehead… and staring in shock at the warm, red blood that is pouring from the wound that the impact left on her!} Vasco Dias: Shea just made Rowan bleed her own blood!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
{Shea gets to her feet and pursues her opponent, tackling Rowan from behind and sending Rowan to the ground. Even still, Rowan is stirring, looking ready and able to pull herself to her feet. It is clear to both Shea and the audience that Rowan is going to need more punishment before she can go down, and so Shea begins dismantling the announce table! Once it’s cleared, she punishes Rowan with another series of body blows before lifting Rowan up and positioning her on the table. Visibly exhausted from the effort, Shea returns to the ring, climbing up onto the top turnbuckle once again and signaling for the ST. PATRICK’S PARADE!} Terri Morasco: This could be it!
Vasco Dias: Don’t get your hopes up!
Referee: SIX!
{Before Shea can jump, however, Rowan surges to life and rolls off the table, displaying surprising agility as she moves to the corner post and pulls Shea down. Shea has the reflexes and awareness to keep Rowan from injuring her on the way down, and lands on her feet ready to fight… but she isn’t ready for the DANCE THE SPIRAL that Rowan lands, smashing Shea’s head between her foot and the post! Shea goes face first into the steel, and now it’s the Irish Bombshell’s turn to bleed.} Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!
Terri Morasco: These women are willing to push themselves to the absolute limit and beyond to win this match! Shea’s truly fighting like a champion tonight, showing just how far she’s really come since her return from her injury.
Vasco Dias: Shea may be fighting like a Champion, Terri, but Rowan is fighting like a Champion Slayer! Personally, I’m just glad that Eternity losing the Shieldmaiden hasn’t turned these matches into a bloodless affair!
{Rowan pulls herself up onto the apron and rolls into the ring. Shea manages to rouse herself and enter the ring, calling off the ref’s count at nine. She wipes some of the blood from her face and smiles, cracking her neck as she and Rowan square off in the ring once again, neither woman showing any sign of wanting to slow down. The crowd cheers wildly at the sight, thrilled with the show that is being put on for them in the ring as the two women wait for one another to make the first move…} Terri Morasco: Both of these women’s faces are covered in blood, but neither of them are budging an inch.
Vasco Dias: Don’t just stand there! Take her down!
{Rowan moves first, charging into Shea with a series of European uppercuts that push Shea back against the ropes. Rowan roars with anger as she grapples with Shea, forcing her torso under the top rope before pulling her back up, tugging her into a cruel abdominal stretch aided by the rope! She positions herself to the side, and begins raining elbow strikes onto Shea’s sternum with the DRUMS OF THE ABYSS! Thirteen strikes rain down on the battered Shieldmaiden before Rowan throws her back into the center of the ring. Rowan goes for the pin…!
ONE!
TW-Shea kicks out!} Terri Morasco: The endurance on display by the Shieldmaiden here is truly phenomenal!
{Rowan snarls with frustration, raining blows down on the Shieldmaiden, but Shea shrugs off the hail of offense as though she barely feels it, eyes wide with adrenaline and fire. She plows into Rowan, powering her way under Rowan’s striking range and slams the Wolf of the Abyss into the corner. The two women are locked up in a series of blows and reversals, each one struggling to force the other into the corner. Rowan wins that contest, seeming to have the Shieldmaiden cornered and looking for a second Dance the Spiral… but Shea slips around the blow, reversing it into a STRAIGHT EDGE SUPERKICK into the corner! Rowan goes limp against the ropes, but she doesn’t go down. Shea doesn’t hesitate, climbing to the top rope over Rowan and pulling the Irish Nightmare up with her, glancing down at the announce table not far away…} Vasco Dias: Oh, this can’t be good.
{Shea shoots up a hand with the devil horns before wrenching Rowan up… and delivering a MASSIVE SWEET LITTLE MACHINE OFF THE TOP ROPES, DRIVING ROWAN THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE BELOW!} Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
{Shea manages to rise to her feet, unsteady and unsure. She looks down at Rowan, considering trying to hoist the larger woman back into the ring for the pin or submission… but when she tries to lift the Irish Nightmare, the toll of the savage beating she’s endured is evident as she can no longer lift the woman below her. She looks down at Rowan, stirring very slightly, before looking back at the ring with a look of slight regret. “I didn’t want it to end this way…” she sighs with desperate frustration, but as the ref’s count hits six Shea limps back to the apron, climbing into the ring.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Rowan pulls herself to her feet and begins her way to the apron…! She’s almost there, when…
TEN!} Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and still IWF Shieldmaiden…. SHEA O’HARA!
Terri Morasco: What a huge win for Shea O’Hara, after a truly incredible display of strength and endurance from the Shieldmaiden!
Vasco Dias: Oh, come on! After that we only get to see Rowan lose by countout? This is bullshit and you know it, Terri. Rowan has STILL never been pinned, and has never submitted… she deserves to be Shieldmaiden after what she did here tonight!
Terri Morasco: Well, Vasco, the IWF isn’t defined by what you think should happen… a fact for which we are all tremendously grateful.
{"In God We Trust" plays again as Shea lifts her retained championship above her as the crowd cheers wildly. Rowan, infuriated on the apron, tries to blitz into the ring to take her revenge… but figures swarm in on her before she can reach Shea, and Rowan is forcibly removed from ringside by security.} ----------------------------------------------------------
IWF INVICTUS CHAMPIONSHIP
INVICTUS RULES SINGLES MATCH
Jayson Matthews vs Bob Pooler (c)
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Terri Morasco: Well this next match is actually a rematch from A night of the Immortal's. It's Jayson Matthews trying to take the Invictus Championship from Bob Pooler for a second time next!
Vasco Dias: We can finally decide wich loser sucks the worse after there draw at the biggest show of the year.
{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.} Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at two hundred and one pounds … Jaaaaaaayson … Maaaaaaathews!!!
{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: Jayson Matthews put took everything that Bob Pooler could throw at him at A Night of the Immortals. But it still ended in a draw.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, Jayson took thirty minutes to lose and he couldn't even do that right.
Terri Morasco: It was an amazing show of heart from Jayson Matthews, he never quit, he always kicked out and you can bet that weighs on the champions mind here tonight.
{The lights in the arena suddenly turn out, plunging the fans into darkness. Little by little, small beacons of light begins to pop up as the fans raise their lit cellphone aloft as the #WWIDN appears on the Jumbotron in bright red and the opening drumbeat of “Red Fraction” begins to play. Amidst a shower of phone flashes, Pooler steps out from behind the curtain as the song begins to pick up. Shielding his eyes with his left hand, he points to the nosebleed sections with his right before making his way to the edge of the ramp.} Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring; from Manchester, New Hampshire; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds … Bob … POOOOOLER!
{Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.} Terri Morasco: And of course, here is the Invictus Champion himself. A man who wants to bring honor and prestige to the Invictus Championship and I think he's doing an amazing job.
Vasco Dias: It's a battle of idiots. Ugh....what do these fans see in these guys?
{The crowd is already chanting before the bell even starts.
“LETS GO JAY-SON, LET'S GO BOB, LET'S GO JAY-SON, LETS GO BOB”
Jayson and Bob circle around the ring as the bell rings and they size each other up and this time Jayson goes in first but Bob counters immediately with an elbow to the gut nails a double knee and then takes Jayson down hard with an STO and then Bob hooks the leg deep.
1.....
2......
Jayson powers out of the pin and he climbs to his feet but he is met by a stiff chop to the chest and Jayson tenses up in pain, Bob follows up with another chop and then a hard elbow to the jaw and Jayson stumbles back from the shot but he runs in and Bob hooks with with a half nelson back breaker and the crowd oohs as Jayson flops to the ground. Jayson rolls around holding his back and Bob goes for another pin.
1
2......
But Jayson gets a shoulder up and Bob grabs Jayson by the head and drags him to his feet, pushes him against the ropes and whips him toward the other ropes and on the return Bob manages to drop Jayson with a brutal tilt of whirl back breaker. Jayson looks like he folds up on the impact and Bob goes for another a pin.
1......
2.........} Terri Morasco: And Jayson kicks out again. You know this is reminiscent of how there match started at Night of Immortals. Jayson just couldn't seem to get out of the starting gate and get any momentum, and it's looking a lot like that here as well.
Vasco Dias: Hmm...that's weird, I was under the impression that Jayson was training for this. I hope this isn't the best he can do.
Terri Morasco: Well, Jayson is back up to his feet and so is Bob. OH! BOB WITH A STIFF RIGHT HAND! DID YOU HEAR THAT VASCO!?
Vasco Dias: Man, that may have knocked Jayson a little loopy.
Terri Morasco: AH, Pooler with another strike to the number one contender. And another, and another and Jayson doesn't like what is going on right now.
Vasco Dias: Kid sure looks angry.
{Jayson eats another strike and his lips quivers in anger and he hauls back and nails Bob right back with a stinging chop to the chest! Bob yells out in pain and Jayson lets out a scream and the crowd pop up.
“LETS GO JAY-SON, LETS GO BOB, LETS GO JAY-SON, LETS GO BOB!”} Terri Morasco: This sold out crowd is behind both men as Jayson Matthews has seemed to flip the switch and now he is actually making some sort of comeback!
Vasco Dias: I never thought I'd see the day, Terri.
Terri Morasco: Well here it is.
{Jayson hits a couple more strikes and Bob tries to fire back with one of his own but Jayson ducks the attack and buries two hard kicks right to the midsection Bob doubles over, Jayson bounces off the ropes and comes at Bob with a neckbreaker attempt but Bob pulls back and Pooler goes for a clothesline attempt but Jayson ducks under it and runs towards the ropes and springboard moonsaults behind Bob and when he spins around to meet Jayson he eats a brutal knee to the side of the head! Bob crumbles to the mat in almost a flash KO fashion and Jayson hooks the leg
1....
2...........
Bob shoves an arm into the air to break the pin and he looks up at Jayson in shock at the offense he was displaying but Jayson doesn't give Bob any time to catch his thoughts as Jayson is back at it with another move. He nails a few aggressive strikes and tucks Bob between his legs and hooks both arms. Jayson grunts out as he does it but he manages to power Bob into a double arm backbreaker of his own. Bob lands gingerly on the point of Jayson's knee and Jayson goes for another pin.
1......
2............
Bob kicks out again. Jayson is to his feet first and as Bob tries to catch up, Jayson runs to the ropes and springboards back with a flying knee that drills Bob right in the shoulder. He yells in pain and tries to rub out the charlie horse feeling but Jayson notices the potential weakness and actually applies another hold on the shoulder. He pulls on a chicken wing as Bob tries to fight for a way out of it.} Terri Morasco: Man it's been all Jayson Matthews here. Perhaps he really has been training for Bob.
Vasco Dias: He hasn't won yet, Terri.
{Bob manages to get a running momentum and he drags Jayson toward a turnbuckle and ducks to his knees at the last second sending Jayson face first into the turnbuckle post. Jayson groggily turns with his chest out as he tries to shake the cobwebs off. Bob signals for Imperious Rex and goes for the double knees but Jayson moves out of the way at the last second! Bob's knee's eat post and Jayson bounces off the second ropes and smashes a dropkick right to the back of Bob's head at the same time and Bob falls to the ground. He goes for the cover!} Terri Morasco: OH WOW, Jayson had Imperious Rex scouted there Vasco.
Vasco Dias: if I didnt know any better I'd say Matthews baited Bob by giving him his chest. And it could actually work out for him!
{the ref gets into position for the count but Bob gets the shoulder up in time. Jayson gets to his feet first as Bob is taking some time to shake off the cobwebs and figure out when exactly Jayson got good. Jayson is taunting to the crowd, signaling for the RibKracker!} Terri Morasco: Jayson has never looked so confident in that ring, Vasco. And now he's looking to finish off Bob Pooler right now....we could have a new champion!
Vasco Dias: Woah! Maybe Jayson really did take this match seriously.
{Bob slowly climbs to his feet and Jayson jumps up to perform the move(similar to the codebreaker) but Bob stops Jayson and shoves him off and fires off a desperation DR. TEETH to Jayson Matthews who had it scouted, dodges just right and counters it with a T-BONE SUPLEX! The crowd pops and Jayson hooks the leg.
1...........
2........................
2.9!!!!!
Bob gets the shoulder up but still lays on the ground as Jayson just shakes his head in surprise. Jayson slaps the mat and then points to the top rope and starts to climb up.} Terri Morasco: This match has been highly contested. Jayson seems to have a counter for all of Bob's moves. What can the Invictus Champion do to regain control here?
Vasco Dias: If they know all your moves, just comes up with new moves. Bob needs to figure out to adapt quick.
Terri Morasco: Jayson may be training with Nighthawk and learning some new moves but he's at home on the top rope.
{Jayson dives off the top rope with a cross body and Bob hits the HIGH VELOCITY HUG out of nowhere and Jayson looks like he gets broken in half!} Vasco Dias: OH! He didn't scout that move.
Terri Morasco: This could be the momentum shift the Invictus Champ was looking for...Bob crawls to the cover. 1.....2......NO Jayson kicks out! How did he kick out of that? How did Bob even do that? This match has entered its later half and both men are still pulling out all the stops for the Invictus championship.
Vasco Dias: But we still dont have a winner!
{Bob shouts some stuff to the ref and then he quickly decides to lock in a half boston crab on Jayson! Jayson starts to yell out in pain as Bob pulls back on the hold.} Terri Morasco: Bob now pulling out a submission.
Vasco Dias: That's how you do it, Terri. Switch it up, hit the guy with a move he doesnt know, you know!
{Jayson does his best to push up and crawl toward a rope but Bob steps back and puts his knee into the back of Jayson's neck and shoulders, keeping him in place and adding extra pain to the hold. Jayson yells out in more pain as Bob pulls back. Jayson kicks his free leg in pain.} Terri Morasco: Bob has him right in the middle of the ring! Jayson has no where to go.
Vasco Dias: Thanks for trying, Jayson. But live to fight another day.
{The ref is asking Jayson if he wants to give it up but Jayson says no, and every time he says no, Bob wrenches back on the hold even tighter. Jayson reaches toward the ropes, trying to stretch his fingertips to get it but it was still so far away. He couldn't move because all of Bob's weight was sitting on top of him. He had no choice but to tap out.
But he still kept fighting!
And he kicks back wildly with his free leg, landing a few sloppy heel strikes to Bob in desperation and one lands sweetly right on the chin of Bob who falls backward from the shot. Bob let go of the hold and falls to the ground.} Terri Morasco: and Jayson manages to survive that submission hold. But both men must be wondering it's going to take to beat the other guy.
{Bob glares at Jayson, holding his jaw as he watches his contender attempt to put weight on the leg and stretch out his back and neck. Bob cuts the air and signals for the Pepto Bismol Red as the crowd start to cheer.
“LETS GO JAY-SON-LETS GO BOB! LETS GO JAY-SON. LETS GO BOB!”
Bob lands a kick to the midsection and hoists Jayson up on his shoulders. He taunts and goes to hit the move but Jayson lands on his feet. He winces from the weight on the leg but that amount of hesitation and Bob goes for a clothesline but Jayson ducks and Bob spins around and narrowly avoids the Jayson Matthews Experience! Jayson lands on his feet again and again he feels the pain. He tries to punch the pain out of his leg and he notices Bob run one way and Jayson run's albeit gingerly and Jayson manages to hit a headscissors and he spins Bob around a few times and then manages to turn it into the Black Widow submission!} Terri Morasco: He calls this DAWN OF THE FINAL DAY! Bob is in trouble.
Vasco Dias: New champion?
{Bob scrambles to find away out while he was still on two feet, but the spin had him disoriented and he couldn't get to the ropes before he dropped to one knee! Jayson is pulling back on the arm and Bob is doing his best to fight out and not let Jayson get the full weight advantage. Bob is in an awkward looking crouch position as Jayson pulls back on the arm.} Terri Morasco: Bob Pooler is slowing down. The effects of the move are starting to kick in.
Vasco Dias: If Bob taps out here, then Jayson will become a THREE TIME Invictus Champion! Can you believe that!?
{The ref asks Bob is he wants to tap and he says no and tries to roll out of the hold but Jayson stays latched on and now Bob is on his back and Jayson still has the arm trapped and the neck locked. In a last ditch effort Bob throws a leg out and manages to get it to the ropes and the ref forces them to break the hold. Jayson does what he's told and both men lay on the mat.} Terri Morasco: Both men are tired. Both men have put it all into this title match. Jayson Matthews has shown that he can prepare and compete with the best of them and Bob has shown what a tenacious champion he truly is.
Vasco Dias: But we still dont have a winner, Terri, and were getting really close to the time limit.
Terri Morasco: Only a few minutes away.
{Bob climbs to his feet and again he manages to miss getting blasted with a Jayson Matthews Experience, Jayson limps off the landing and he turns around and gets blasted by a stiff palm chop to the face and neck. Jayson staggers back and gives one right back to Bob, who takes it and swings one right back to Jayson. Jayson staggers back to the rope and he comes back with his own chop but Bob ducks under the strike and hoists Jayson up for Pepto Bismol Red! Bob goes for the finisher but Jayson lands on his feet! And Jayson lands a picture perfect, beautifully executed, JAYSON MATTHEWS EXPERIENCE that lands flush right on the button.} Terri Morasco: HE HIT IT! PIN HIM, YOU STILL GOT TIME!
Vasco Dias: Bob looks out!
{But Jayson clutches his knee that Bob worked on earlier. He looks over and see's Bob has been on his back and crawls over to make a coverbut before he can get his arm over....the ref stops the match and calls for the bell!!!!!} Terri Morasco: NO!
Vasco Dias: I thought he had him!
Allison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen the referee has stopped this match because it has reached the time limit and therefore must be concluded as a DRAW! STILL Invictus Champion.....BOOOOOOOOOOOB POOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLERRRRRRRRR!
{The ref hands Bob the belt but Bob just shakes his head and holds his face in pain and stares at Jayson who stares right back, both men brimming with frustration. “How in the heck am I supposed to beat this guy?” They both thought simultaneously.} Terri Morasco: Another great match between Jayson and Bob and it ends in a draw. I hope it all doesn't end like this.
Vasco Dias: Me either.
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Spike Kane vs Cable Arcane vs Mike Laszlo
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Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is one of your TWO main events tonight...and it is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!
{The crowd grow silent as the lights go out, pyros explode abruptly as the drums and guitars kick in a pyro explodes around the stage.} "BORN INTO THIS WORLD, OF HATRED!"
{On the word "hatred" another pyro explodes either side of the ramp way as Spike Kane appears through the smoke. He stands with his arms outstretched, fists balled up soaking in the reaction from the crowd. After a few seconds he simply heads right to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and standing right in the center of the ring, extending his arms once more, before the lights fade to normal and the music fades.} Alison Valance: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 245 pounds...SPIKE...KANE!
Terri Morasco: Spike says it’s time to reclaim his throne after reigning over the Man of Steel scene for months.
Vasco Dias: And who's going to stop him? The only reason he lost the belt was some fluke cash in anyway.
Alison Valance: And his opponent…
{The lights in the arena dim and strobe red as "Long live the Chief” by Jidenna begins to play.} ****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the King, but
Long Live the Chief
For a li' ol' thang lil' boys bang bang
Long Live the Chief
****as fighting over rings
****as wanna be the king, but
Long Live the Chief
Now watch pretty mama while I slang my cane
Long Live the Chief
Uh
{As the song kicks into gear Cable Arcane marches out onto the ramp with his head bowed and fists clenched, he stands at the center of the stage with a spotlight 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.} Terri Morasco: Cable is the one who started all of this on Twitter’s #OFN with a challenge to Roberto Verona, then Spike Kane. Then last week, Mike Laszlo showed up and Roberto tried to pit everyone against one another in a Triple Threat Match.
Vasco Dias: It’s a genius idea, and we get an awesome match out of it.
Alison Valance: And now for the third participant…
{"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the sound system, Mike Laszlo walking out onto the stage, followed by Alexis Caffrey, to an abundance of cheers from the crowd. Surveying those who cheer, a grin comes over his face as he heads for the ring with a confident walk, Alexis by his side holding his other hand.} Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, accompanied to the ring by Alexis Caffrey, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing 237 pounds…MIIIIKE LASZLOOOOO!
{The two get to the end of the ramp before Mike lifts Alexis onto the apron. She enters the ring as Mike rolls in under the bottom rope. He climbs the outside ropes to the top rope in the corner nearest the entrance ramp and poses for the crowd amassing a magnitude of cheers. He jumps down and goes to the opposite corner and does the same, garnering the same reaction. With a sly grin on his face he jumps down and backs into the corner, clasping his hands together and twirling his wrists as he gets ready for the match.} Terri Morasco: And Mike came into things wondering why his name wasn’t mentioned in a battle of former Imperial Champions.
Vasco Dias: Why should it have been? Spike was right this week when he said Mike shows up when he wants while the rest bust their butts week in and week out.
Terri Morasco: Doesn’t mean he’s any less a former champion than they are.
{The three men circle the ring, each staring a hole through the other, but to kick things off, Cable leaps forward attacking Spike who is able to fight back, and is able to grab Cable and throw him to the outside through the ropes. He looks at Mike and waves his arms at him, seemingly offending Mike as Spike heads to the outside to continue his attack on Cable.} Terri Morasco: Normally, we see the two in the ring fight after another is eliminated for the time being, but Spike goes after Cable due to their bad blood, and it seems as if Mike was offended by it.
Vasco Dias: This is between Cable and Spike and LOOK OUT!
{Mike runs toward the ropes, diving through, taking out both Spike and Cable on the outside of the ring to the roar of the crowd!} Terri Morasco: I guess he showed them not to offend him.
Vasco Dias: That’s a cheap shot if you ask me.
{Mike grabs hold of Spike and pulls him to his feet, but Spike shoves him back into the ringpost spine-first! Mike rolls off the post and stumbles over the steps as Cable gets to his feet and clobbers Spike from behind into the barricade. He grabs him with both hands by the beard and pulls him past Laszlo, attempting to slam Spike’s head into the post, but Spike blocks the attempt and kicks Cable in the gut before grabbing him by the head and slamming his head into the steps!} Terri Morasco: These three are beating each other with anything around the ring.
Vasco Dias: Yeah but the referee is trying to get them back in the ring and he isn’t succeeding at all.
{Cable stumbles off as Spike follows him, stalking the former two time champion. From behind though, Mike runs in and shoves Spike from behind into the post, returning the favor from earlier. Spike bounces off of the post and collapses to the floor. Mike then turns his attention to Cable and goes to attack but Cable connects with a punch to the side of the head that staggers Laszlo. Cable climbs up on the table and lunges off, taking out Laszlo with a Flying Clothesline! All three men are down on the floor.} Terri Morasco: These guys are just attacking one another at every opportunity!
Vasco Dias: Nobody has had a clear cut advantage though.
{Spike is slowly back to his feet, seeing his opponents on the ground, he walks over and pulls the cover off of the announce table as the crowd roars in anticipation. Cable is back to his feet and hits Spike over the back but Spike fires off with a kick to the gut that doubles Cable over in pain and as he turns sideways, Mike comes running in with a knee to the side of the head!} Terri Morasco: SHOT OF MALICE!
{Cable turns right into Spike who lifts him into the air, catches him in a twisting motion and SLAMS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE! THE CROWD GOES NUTS!} Vasco Dias: I feel bad for those Spanish guys…
Terri Morasco: Look out!
{Spike grabs the cover of the remaining table and pulls it off as well, but Mike comes from behind and hits him with a shot. The two start brawling and going back and forth with shots and the bell rings.} Terri Morasco: What?
Vasco Dias: I think the referee has thrown this match out.
Alison Valance: Due to the fact that the competitors refuse to bring the match back in the ring, the referee is ruling this match a NO CONTEST!
{The crowd boos as Mike and Spike look toward the ring than at each other, pointing the finger at one another. Spike slaps Laszlo in the mouth and though he stumbles, Mike charges back only to be hurled in the air in similar fashion to Cable and DRIVEN THROUGH THE OTHER TABLE!} Terri Morasco: SPIKE KANE LEAVING HIS MARK!
Vasco Dias: And now we don’t have a desk…
{Spike stands tall as Mike and Cable are motionless on the remains of the tables. He raises his arms in the air as Killswitch Engage’s “Hate by Design” plays over the speakers as we go to commercial.} ----------------------------------------------------------
MAN OF STEEL MATCH
By Executive Order of Roberto Verona
Cyrus Daniels vs Andrew Jacobsen
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{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 hands up holding up the Imperial Championship as a burst of red and green pyro goes off to either side of him! } Terri Morasco: There he is! The NEW IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION!!! ANDREW JACOBSEN!!! I’ll never get tired of saying that.
Vasco Dias: I’m already tired of hearing it!
Terri Morasco: Well get used to it because it’s a NEW DAWN in IWF and Andrew Jacobsen is the Face of the Future!
Vasco Dias: Only until Cable Arcane or Spike Kane or Roberto Verona get him alone in the ring!
Terri Morasco: What about Mike Laszlo?
Vasco Dias: What about Mike Laszlo?
{ Andrew and Danielle begin to make their way down the ramp when CYRUS DANIELS COMES RUNNING FROM THE BACK AND CRASHES INTO ANDREW WITH A CLUBBING BLOW OVER THE HEAD!!!! } Terri Morasco: What the hell!?
{ Andrew goes toppling forward dropping the championship. Danielle screams but moves out of the way as Cyrus grimaces at her. Cyrus turns his attention back to Andrew who is trying to get up but Cyrus connects with a punt right to the side of the head that sends Andrew rolling down the ramp. } Vasco Dias: The Hired Gun has returned and he has Andrew Jacobsen in his cross hairs!!!
Terri Morasco: Cyrus Daniels is a son of a bitch! He attacked the Imperial Champion from behind! Andrew wasn’t even in the cage yet!
Vasco Dias: Andre Jacobsen has got to learn he has a target on his back and Cyrus Daniels never misses!
{ Daniels pulls Jacobsen up as he once again tries to stand and runs him gut first into the steel steps! Andrew lets out a loud yell as Cyrus takes him by the head and slams Andrew face first into the steel steps. The referee exits the cage but Cyrus barks at him to back off! } Vasco Dias: This is what happens when you think you’re the top dog in IWF!
Terri Morasco: This is what happens when Roberto Verona thinks he’s still the champion!
Vasco Dias: He never lost!
Terri Morasco: YES HE DID!!!
{ Cryus turns his attention back to Jacobsen and clubs him hard over the back again. Cyrus takes Andrew by the neck and spins him around and slams Jacobsen face first into the cage wall then backs up so Cyrus can get a running start for a Brogue Kick to the back of Andrew’s head as he leans against the cage wall!!! Andrew staggers then drops to a knee. } Vasco Dias: That’s the face of our company? Andrew Jacobsen? What a joke!
Terri Morasco: In a fair fight Andrew can beat anyone!
Vasco Dias: There are no fair fights in professional wrestling!
Terri Morasco: There should be!
{ Cyrus pulls Andrew up to his feet and stuffs his head between his legs and then hoists Jacobsen up into the air for a powerbomb against the cage wall! Andrew manages to slip off the back of Cyrus and stumble toward the door. } Vasco Dias: Is that idiot Jacobsen actually going to try and start this match!?
Terri Morasco: Jacobsen is a fighting champion! He doesn’t care about the odds!
{ Cyrus comes running up behind Jacobsen and catches him with a crossblock against the back of his knee! Jacobsen goes down hard! Cyrus stands up now and looks down at Andrew. Cyrus then turns his attention to the crowd barrier. Cyrus reaches down and pulls Andrew up to his feet, he hoists Andrew up on to his shoulders and looks to drop him across the barrier with the PRICE OF FREEDOM! “TIL THE END” hits the pa and Cyrus drops Andrew turning his attention to the ramp. } Terri Morasco: Jake Conway is here!
Vasco Dias: What the hell is Jake thinking!? Cyrus is softening Andrew up for him!
Terri Morasco: Exactly what the Ace doesn’t want.
{ Cyrus charges Jake but Ace hits him first with a surprise blow from blow from his trusty rake that he pulls out of his coat! The crowd pops huge as Cyrus stands up and Ace drags it down the front of his face!!! } Terri Morasco: Conway is on the attack!
Vasco Dias: Ace is an idiot! The longer Cyrus beats on Andrew the easier his title match becomes!
Terri Morasco: Jake wants a fair match with Andrew!
{ Cyrus claws at the scratches made by the rake as Jake rams his weapon head first into the gut of Daniels! Ace then pulls Cyrus in for a high impact ACE PLANT! Right on the steel ramp!!! The crowd is going crazy as Ace pops right back to his feet. Jake looks down at the Imperial Championship. } Vasco Dias: Pick it up Conway!!! Pick it up and smash it against the head of Jacobsen!!!
Terri Morasco: Don’t do it Jake!
{ Ace picks up the belt as Andrew finds his footing again and stands up. Ace looks at the belt for along time as Andrew comes up behind him and spins the Ace around! Jake for a moment thinks about laying Andrew out but Jacobsen just glares at him ready to go. } Vasco Dias: HIT HIM ACE!!!!
Terri Morasco: Don’t do it!
{ Jake looks from Andrew to the belt and back to Andrew. Finally the Ace extends the belt toward Jacobsen who takes it from him and clutches it against his chest. } Vasco Dias: What the hell is he doing!?
Terri Morasco: Jake doesn’t want the unfair advantage. Jake wants a fair fight with Andrew!
Vasco Dias: Then Conway is an idiot!
{ Jake and Andrew stare each other down for several long moments before Conway pats the center medallion and says “Keep it warm for me” before turning and walking away from Jacobsen as his music plays again. }
Well howdy there pardner.