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Post by Riley Gordon on Jun 27, 2017 4:30:51 GMT
{ The arena lights dim to a low hue as a golden spot light shines on the stage, the opening to Trivium's "Villainy Thrives" begins to play as the golden light strobes to the piano. Once the song kicks into gear Zasshu comes exploding out from the stage with a burst of pyro and cheers from the crowd. He lands in a crouched position and looks all around before standing up and holding his fists high up over his head. Zasshu sprints down the ramp and springs off a trampoline over the top rope and front flipping before landing on his feet. From there he runs to the ropes and leaps onto the second rope in the corner and holds his fists up again over his head. } Terri Morasco: Zasshu is here, looking to bounce back after the loss he suffered on Sacrifice to Kole Kaos. Vasco Dias: The man tapped out. It goes to show you that it doesn’t matter how flashy you are, the simple moves can still catch you! {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, looking to gain steam, and a victory in his first-ever pay-per-view! Vasco Dias: This kid has set some high goals for himself, and I will say that I admire it. But I do not know if he has what it takes. {Zasshu and Ulf start by facing each other in the middle of the ring-- Ulf reaches up to go for a test of strength, but Zasshu shakes his head and starts to circle the ring; Zasshu goes in quickly and connects with a low kick to Ulf’s shin-- it sends Ulf off balance as Zasshu connects with a second kick into Ulf’s ribcage; he goes for a third but Ulf catches him this time! Zasshu connects with an enzuigiri! Ulf manages to stay on his feet, as Zasshu lands on his stomach and is already pushing himself up-- Ulf grabs him by the head to try and force him up, but Zasshu drops him with a jawbreaker. He trips Ulf to the ground and bridge over him rolling up both of his legs: One! ….. Two! Ulf kicks out!} Terri Morasco: A quick cover for Zasshu, as he catches him with a jawbreaker! Vasco Dias: It was a nice bridge, I’ll give him that, but we’ve seen that Ulf can take some hits… I don’t think Zasshu could really hope to end it so quickly. {Zasshu is the first one to his feet, as Ulf is turning to keep his eyes on his opponent; Zasshu connects with a dropping dropkick but instantly gets back up-- he rushes at the ropes and springboards off the middle rope for a moonsault as Ulf manages to get his knees up to his chest; Zasshu alters mid-flight and is able to land on his feet. He rushes back to the ropes and gets momentum off of the ropes as Ulf is trying to get to his feet only for Zasshu to connect with a shining wizard! Zasshu pulls Ulf’s far leg: One! Tw-- Ulf kicks out before the count of two!} Terri Morasco: Zasshu is really putting on a show early on, using that speed to his advantage! Vasco Dias: It is the smart thing to do, but how long do you think he can keep this big guy grounded? {Yet again, Zasshu is the first one to his feet, but Ulf Hednir is not too far behind him this time-- both men are to their feet, and Zasshu charges him using as much weight as he can to force Ulf against the ropes-- he grabs one of Ulf’s arms to try to send him across but Ulf hooks his second arm around the top rope. Zasshu stomps the mat and tries to use the extra leverage to force him across with an Irish whip-- Ulf stands his ground and shakes his head to Zasshu. With one forceful pull, Ulf Hednir pulls Zasshu towards him and over the top rope! Zasshu manages to land on the apron as Ulf taps his head a couple times as if to say he is smarter than Zasshu; Zasshu reaches over the ropes to try to drag Ulf down, but Ulf spins out and thrusts a shoulder between the top and middle ropes into Zasshu’s abdomen sending him flying off the apron and into the barricade!} Vasco Dias: There it is! That power! The simple moves! That is what does the damage! Terri Morasco: I can’t argue with the results that Ulf Hednir got there, but it doesn’t help him if Zasshu is outside of the ring. Vasco Dias: Well, you got me there. Back in the ring! {Ulf shakes his head to get some of the cobwebs out while Zasshu is holding his own sternum; Ulf backs up in the middle of the ring and draws a deep breath before gesturing for Zasshu to get back into the ring-- Zasshu gets onto the apron but is hesitant to get back into the ring, unsure of whether Ulf is going to attack him; Ulf walks over and holds the ropes for Zasshu insisting that he gets back in… Zasshu cautiously enters the ring, and Ulf applauds for his opponent getting the crowd to cheer for the two of them.} Vasco Dias: Do you see? He knows that he can take him, and he knows that he can’t end this outside of the ring. Terri Morasco: Or he’s showing him some respect by letting him get back in the ring. But Zasshu seemed uneasy by it, although in the short time of knowing Ulf Hednir, he doesn’t seem like the type that would be unsporting. {Due to Ulf’s respect, Zasshu chooses to attempt a grapple battle with Ulf-- Ulf easily wins this one and forces Zasshu back into the corner! The referee gets between the two, and Ulf gestures again for Zasshu to come toward him in the middle of the ring; Zasshu tries to get momentum going with his speed by circling the ring while Ulf is just trying to keep his sights on his opponent; Zasshu goes for a Buenas Noches Kick! Ulf ducks underneath it catching Zasshu’s leg across his shoulder before lifting him up and trying to take him down with a powerbomb-- Zasshu is holding on for dear life; he starts kicking his legs rapidly to try and force Ulf Hednir toward the corner. He manages to get Ulf to have to walk toward the corner and gets his legs on the top of the turnbuckle; Ulf loses his grip to his opponent, and Zasshu now stands tall facing the crowd on top of the apron-- Ulf turns to face Zasshu just in time for Zasshu to come off the ropes with a moonsault!} Terri Morasco: Zasshu trying to gain momentum! And he comes off the ropes! Vasco Dias: And right into the arms of Ulf Hednir, who is displaying his power right now. {Ulf catches him, and runs Zasshu toward the middle of the ring with a running powerslam! He hooks the leg: One! ….. Two! Zasshu is able to kick out! Ulf keeps a hand on his opponent to maintain control as he is getting up to his feet-- Ulf drags Zasshu with him, putting him straight into a side headlock; he takes him over with the headlock takedown and keeps the headlock applied… Ulf tightens the hold slightly while the referee is checking to see if Zasshu would like to give up; Zasshu puts both his arms on Ulf’s to try and loosen the grip but Ulf is proving to be too powerful for him.} Vasco Dias: A simple headlock. Hard to escape from, and effective. I am starting to like what this young man can do. Terri Morasco: Ulf is wisely slowing this match down; at the quick pace that Zasshu is trying to keep, Ulf cannot keep a hand on him. If he slows it down, Zasshu can gain no momentum. {Zasshu struggles a bit longer before finally pushing Ulf’s arm just enough for him to be able to kip up and out of the hold! Zasshu runs to the ropes and comes back to go for a dropkick before Ulf can get up, but Ulf dodges to the side and grabs Zasshu by the ankle to trip him up with a bit more force-- he quickly covers him: One! ….. T-- Zasshu kicks out! Ulf pushes his shoulders back to the mat and lays all his weight across Zasshu’s shoulders: One! ….. Tw-- Zasshu again kicks out! Zasshu sits up quickly only to be met with a stiff elbow. Ulf grabs Zasshu by the head again, retaining control, as he gets up and forces Zasshu up along with him…} Vasco Dias: Two covers, forcing Zasshu to exert some of that energy, then wisely keeping control over his opponent. Terri Morasco: It looks like Ulf has been training hard for this one. {Switching his grip from Zasshu’s head to his arm, Ulf pulls Zasshu with as much force as he can to go for the short-arm clothesline! Zasshu manages to duck underneath it and spins behind him; he tries to roll him up into a schoolboy but Ulf rolls through-- Zasshu remains on his feet and goes forward to try to connect with kicks to his opponent before he can get up. Ulf is lifting his arms to block the oncoming attacks, but it doesn’t stop Zasshu from attempting each one-- Zasshu attempts one final kick just for it to be deflected, but Zasshu follows up by putting Ulf into a front headlock. Zasshu forces Ulf to his legs keeping control with the front headlock-- he charges toward the corner and runs off of it to go for the tornado DDT!} Terri Morasco: Zasshu is going for a tornado DDT! Vasco Dias: But Ulf stays on his feet and prevents him from being able to land it. {Ulf remains on his feet, forcing Zasshu to land on his; Zasshu keeps the front headlock in and tightens the grip. He runs to the ropes a second time, but Ulf pushes him off and over the top rope! Zasshu lands on his legs outside of the ring but completely off balance; he stumbles back and then forward to catch himself on the apron-- he drags himself onto the apron, but Ulf is there to meet him straightaway; he gets Zasshu into a front headlock of his own and goes to lift him over for a suplex-- Zasshu puts his weight back, landing behind Ulf, and he rolls him up trying to sit all his weight down on Ulf’s legs to keep him down: One! ….. Two! Ulf powers out of it!} Vasco Dias: It was a rather nice roll-up attempt by Zasshu, but how could he hope his weight would keep someone the size of Ulf down? Terri Morasco: All he has to do is catch him off guard long enough, and knowing that he is still new, it could work. {Ulf is to both of his knees as Zasshu is already up, and goes for a spinning kick; Ulf ducks underneath it and charges forward catching Zasshu from behind before carrying him over with a German suplex! Ulf holds the bridge: One! ….. Two! ….. Th-- Zasshu kicks out! Zasshu is holding the back of his head after it collided with the mat, and Ulf is already up to his feet; Zasshu stumbles toward Ulf and gets lifted up and dropped over Ulf’s knee with a gutbuster. Zasshu rolls toward the apron in pain, while Ulf stands back to his feet and stalks his opponent.} Vasco Dias: Ulf is making Zasshu pay right now. Terri Morasco: It is a well thought out attack, but we’ve been watching these two swing things back and forth! {Zasshu rolls onto the apron to try to keep some distance between himself and Ulf-- Zasshu gets back to his feet on the apron and it looks like Ulf wants to pounce on the attack, but he stops; both of them are winded, and Ulf calls for Zasshu to get back into the ring but Zasshu shakes his head to him; he leans back using the ropes to keep himself held on the apron momentarily… when he regains his stance, Ulf calls him in again but Zasshu shakes his head again; he calls for Ulf to charge at him… Ulf accepts the invitation and almost has a hold on Zasshu but is met with a high kick to his head! The kick sends Ulf back a few steps, and Zasshu leaps to the top rope, springboarding off of it to land a dropkick! Zasshu tries to grab Ulf by the legs, but Ulf rolls out of the ring to save himself.} Vasco Dias: Wise! Very wise! He is starting to show some better ring awareness! Terri Morasco: It makes you wonder if that would have been enough to keep him down! {Zasshu looks quite surprised but is calling out to the crowd as Ulf Hednir paces outside of the ring as if to call for a breather-- Zasshu denies it by bouncing off the far ropes and charging an unsuspecting Ulf Hednir by leaping over the top ropes and connecting with a suicide dive! Ulf Hednir and Zasshu both appear to be out cold outside of the ring as some of the staff are trying to tend to them; both of them stir to try and wave off the medical attention.} Vasco Dias: No! No! Get back in the ring! The referee should not have let him do that! Terri Morasco: These fans are going nuts over these two! Zasshu can fly! {One! Two! Three! Ulf turns over onto his stomach, but Zasshu still has not moved. Four! Ulf is in a front leaning rest position as he is trying to get to his feet. Zasshu is finally starting to stir. Five! Ulf grips the curtain at the bottom of the ring and is trying to drag himself over-- Zasshu is trying to roll toward the ring. Six! Ulf manages to get far enough up to his feet, and slides under the bottom rope; the referee calls that Ulf has successfully gotten back into the ring. Seven! Zasshu is to both of his knees and looks into the ring to see Ulf down. Eight! Zasshu springs forward and slides under the bottom rope-- he tries to go for a quick cover, but Ulf lifts his arm up and gets Zasshu back into a headlock; the grip he has on him almost forces Zasshu fully upside down; he plants his feet to the ground to try to get himself free, but Ulf squeezes as much as he can.} Vasco Dias: What a headlock! Veterans can hardly pull it off like that! Terri Morasco: That is more of a classic wrestling style, which is similar to what Ulf Hednir was trained in in Norway. {Zasshu is able to wriggle free, and Ulf is trying to get back up to his feet. Zasshu charges forward and leaps for a dropkick but Ulf steps back-- he has Zasshu held by the legs as if he were going to go for a boston crab, but he hesitates… the crowd watches in anticipation, and Ulf swings an arm gesturing for around-the-world in the air, while shouting, “To Valhalla!” He grips both of Zasshu’s legs, and starts spinning him-- the momentum forces Zasshu off the ground as Ulf Hednir continues spinning and the crowd counts each spin.} Terri Morasco: The Flight of the Valkyries! That is what he calls this one, and we have yet to see it, but it is really displaying his power! Vasco Dias: While I won’t agree with showboating to the crowd, it is effective and will likely keep Zasshu from walking straight-- but it could also keep him from walking straight. Terri Morasco: I am getting dizzy just watching it. {One! Two! Three! Zasshu reaches his arms behind his head knowing he has no way to get free, but tries to protect his head and neck. Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Ulf Hednir releases Zasshu on the tenth spin; he looks dizzy himself, as Zasshu is struggling to get up to his feet-- Ulf slams a closed fist onto the mat, both to call for Thor’s Rage and to allow himself to lose the dizziness; Zasshu is slow to get up to his feet but has no time to react as Ulf Hednir charges forward and successfully connects with Thor’s Rage!} Vasco Dias: That’s it! That’s all she wrote! Terri Morasco: Zasshu gave a hard fight, but the impact that Ulf has with that single punch could knock out a bear! {Ulf falls down and covers Zasshu, hooking his leg in the process: One! ….. Two! ….. Thre----Zasshu gets his shoulder off of the mat!} Vasco Dias: What?! Terri Morasco: I don’t believe it! The crowd doesn’t believe it! You don’t believe it! Ulf doesn’t believe it! Nobody believes it! Vasco Dias: How can he take more damage?! {Ulf is in absolute disbelief that Zasshu was able to get up… Zasshu looks almost dead on his side with his arm swung over to keep his shoulder from the mat. Ulf gets up to his feet angrily, as Zasshu starts to stir-- Ulf quickly retrieves both of his arms before driving his knee into Zasshu’s spine and putting him into Gleipnir! Zasshu struggles as much as he can as the referee is trying to see if he wants to tap out but Zasshu is refusing to-- Ulf pulls back tighter with the hold, causing Zasshu to go into more pain.} Vasco Dias: A Straight Jacket hold; Ulf calls this one Gleipnir, and he looks to have Zasshu in full control! Terri Morasco: I don’t think Zasshu is in any position to get out of this hold. Vasco Dias: He’s going to have to tap out just like he did last week with Kole Kaos! {Zasshu is trying to elevate his back upward so that his spine is no longer in Ulf’s knee, but Ulf snaps him back down-- Zasshu does something a little more unexpected next by pushing himself back harder onto Ulf’s knee but eventually causes Ulf to move his knee; Zasshu rolls backward further so Ulf no longer has any pressure applied to him, and Zasshu kicks backward connecting with a hard kick to Ulf’s head! Zasshu connects with a second kick, and Ulf releases both of his arms.} Vasco Dias: Some stiff kicks right there. Somehow. Someway. Terri Morasco: These two are putting on a show right here, and these fans are still loving it! {Zasshu warily rises to his feet, as Ulf is only being held up the ropes-- Zasshu charges after him, but is taken over with a shoulder back toss. Zasshu is unable to get to his feet straightaway but has enough wind to keep him from being grounded too long. Ulf looks toward the ropes and recalls back to earlier in the back, and decides to match Zasshu’s move with his own similar move. “Skål!” He shouts, along with the crowd, as he charges against the far ropes and back toward Zasshu just as he is standing-- Ulf clears the top rope and connects with a suicide dive! He lands on his feet, but stumbles forward having to catch himself on the barricade.} Terri Morasco: Ulf Hednir shows Zasshu that he, too, can fly! Vasco Dias: Come on, don’t do this! Ulf! I was starting to root for you! {The crowd is in an absolute frenzy as Ulf Hednir holds himself up by the barricade momentarily before climbing to the barricade and holding his arms out. Zasshu isn’t moving. Ulf drops down from the barricade and leans against it a moment longer; the count has gotten up to six, and Ulf looks toward his opponent-- he picks Zasshu up and rolls him back into the ring before following in and making a quick cover: One! ….. Two! ….. Thr---Zasshu gets his foot on the bottom rope.} Vasco Dias: How is he breathing? How is he alive?! Terri Morasco: I have no clue, absolutely no clue! Vasco Dias: Ulf Hednir really needs to learn to keep his opponents away from the ropes! {There is a loud cheer from the crowd as they are excited for the match to continue, and Ulf takes a moment to take in a few deep breaths as Zasshu remains motionless on the mat only with his foot on the bottom rope. Ulf warily gets to his feet and grabs Zasshu by the arm; he drags him toward the middle of the ring before leaning over to grab him by the head to pick him up-- Zasshu gets a spark of life, and pulls Ulf in for a small package: One! ….. Two! ….. Thr----Ulf Hednir kicks out of it!} Terri Morasco: Zasshu is still alive, and he almost scores the pin fall victory! Vasco Dias: Come on, that’s the first page of the handbook! {Zasshu looks quite frustrated while laying flat on his back, as Ulf Hednir is already getting up to his feet-- he has his eyes on Zasshu, bewildered by Zasshu getting the small package in while still being out… he is up to his feet and stumbles toward Zasshu; he grabs Zasshu by the legs and calls for a second Flight of the Valkyries but Zasshu manages to kick him back… Ulf falls back against the ropes as Zasshu is getting up. He gets to one knee as Ulf charges out from the ropes and connects with a running big boot! Ulf falls backward and covers Zasshu hooking his near leg: One! ….. Two! ….. Th---Zasshu gets Ulf into a crucifix hold and rolls him backward so he now has Ulf in a cover: One! ….. Two! ….. T---Ulf manages to kick out!} Terri Morasco: Near falls for both! Vasco Dias: Zasshu just needs to stay down; it’s clear that he is not going to get any more offense in and that near fall right there was just pure luck! Terri Morasco: I don’t know if it was luck, or instinct. {Zasshu is finally starting to get to his feet on his own, as Ulf is yet again getting up to his own feet still surprised that Zasshu has been able to avoid being pinned this far. Both men are to their feet-- they lock up into a grapple, and Ulf is overpowering Zasshu; Zasshu manages to break free and connect with a hard chop! Ulf holds his chest in pain but goes to continue the attack only for Zasshu to connect with a second chop, this time to his neck! Zasshu starts throwing wild chops alternating between his midsection, shoulders, and neck. The crowd is alternating chants between Zasshu and Ulf Hednir-- the momentum is swinging back in Zasshu’s favor as he continues each chop and is gaining ground against Ulf and his second wind is kicking in. Zasshu has Ulf back against the ropes and sends him off with an Irish whip…} Terri Morasco: This assault from Zasshu is amazing! This crowd is in a frenzy for these two, but Zasshu is battling him back! Vasco Dias: I can’t believe what I am witnessing. {Ulf Hednir comes back and attempts a powerful clothesline, but Zasshu ducks underneath it-- Ulf bounces off the ropes again and Zasshu takes him over with an armdrag; Zasshu springs to his feet and runs at the ropes as Ulf is still getting up and connects with a front dropkick that sends Ulf down the rest of the way. Zasshu looks toward the corner, seeing that Ulf is at a perfect angle; he walks toward the corner and leaps up to hit the WBM! He hooks Ulf’s leg: One! ….. Two! ….. Thr----Ulf gets his shoulder off of the mat!} Vasco Dias: There is nothing left for these two to give! Terri Morasco: But they are somehow digging deeper than anyone may have thought! {It’s Zasshu’s turn to be exasperated as he gets back up and kicks Ulf back down so he’s flat on his back-- Zasshu walks to the corner again, not noticing that Ulf is getting back up; he leaps up to go for a second WBM but Ulf hurries to his feet and catches Zasshu; he hooks his legs on the corner and forces Zasshu back into a tree of woe.} Vasco Dias: Oh no, now Zasshu is in some serious trouble. Serious trouble! Terri Morasco: Ulf Hednir has Zasshu trapped in a tree of woe, and Zasshu has nowhere to go. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide! Vasco Dias: Just make him pay for not staying down! {Ulf briskly walks across to the other side of the ring, and shouts out to the crowd to get himself hyped-- he charges toward Zasshu and goes for a baseball slide! Zasshu is able to crunch himself upward and avoid the collision-- Ulf manages to stop his momentum going forward but is lying flat on his back again with his legs under the ropes-- Ulf tries to crawl back as Zasshu gets back onto the corner and gets his legs free; Zasshu jumps back to go for a double foot stomp! Ulf manages to roll to the side!} Vasco Dias: Oh, my… It was a good exchange, but these two are predicting each other too easily. Terri Morasco: They are seeing what’s coming before it is coming, and able to avoid the other’s attacks. {Zasshu tries to kick Ulf while he’s down to keep him from getting up, but Ulf raises his arms to deflect as much as he can-- throughout the oncoming attacks, Ulf manages to get up but is stuck in the corner; Zasshu connects with a kick to his midsection-- he quickly retrieves Ulf’s arm and sends Ulf with an Irish whip; but Ulf reverses! The moment Zasshu collides with the corner, Ulf is already charging in and connects with a Stinger Splash! He grabs Zasshu by the arm and sends him back to the other corner; he charges in behind him for a second time for a second Stinger Splash! Ulf backs up a few steps to let Zasshu stumble out-- he spins for the spinning backfist; Zasshu ducks under it! He goes for the Buenas Noches Kick-- but Ulf ducks under it; Ulf grips him quickly for Low-Key as Zasshu struggles to keep him from getting the hold locked in.} Terri Morasco: Berserker Mode is cut short, but Ulf is still looking to make him pay! Vasco Dias: If Ulf gets Low-Key locked in, this match is as good as over! {Zasshu manages to get one leg between the top and middle ropes, and hooks his leg around the middle rope to keep himself from getting dragged away-- Ulf instead releases his attempt at the hold, and pushes Zasshu forward into the ropes. Ulf gets him around the waist to go for a German Suplex, but Zasshu hooks his arms around the ropes to prevent it… Ulf attempts it again, but Zasshu still refuses to let go of the ropes; as Ulf is readjusting his grip, Zasshu throws an elbow back to connect with Ulf’s jaw! Zasshu sees the opportunity and throws a second elbow back to his jaw-- Ulf releases and falls back holding his jaw in a bit of pain; Zasshu springs off the second rope, leaping back and taking Ulf down with a crossbody! Zasshu covers Ulf: One! ….. Two! ….. Ulf kicks out!} Terri Morasco: A beautiful springboard crossbody, and Zasshu is looking to get some of the speed going for his own momentum! Vasco Dias: It was beautifully executed, but I believe it’s a little too late for that speed to be to his advantage and he may have to go to a more technical base; both of these two are winded. {Both men are getting up to their feet, at a quicker pace than earlier but still not fresh: both get up at the exact same time and Zasshu goes for a Super-K! Ulf catches his leg and spins him around before making another attempt at Low-Key-- Zasshu is able to wriggle free from his hold and kicks straight back into Ulf’s midsection! Ulf keels over and Zasshu gets him into a front headlock; he tries to leap up but Ulf manages to keep his feet on the ground; Zasshu drives several knee strikes to Ulf to soften him up-- he leaps again this time successfully and takes Ulf down with a tornado DDT!} Vasco Dias: Ulf Hednir may have a concussion after that one. Terri Morasco: It failed him earlier, but he now has landed it, but is too weak to be able to make the cover. {Zasshu stays down momentarily to catch his breath before getting up to his feet; he looks to see Ulf is still down and charges to the far ropes and comes back rolling forward, and connecting with a rolling thunder! Zasshu grabs his near leg to try to go for the cover, but Ulf takes this time to use the same move Zasshu uses on him earlier; a crucifix roll-up: One! ….. Two! ….. Zasshu kicks out!} Vasco Dias: Crucifix roll-up, and it almost ends the match! Terri Morasco: After a rolling thunder, Ulf Hednir does not stay down! {Zasshu is rolling backward to try to get to his feet, while Ulf is back to one knee and has a clenched fist on the mat-- some of the fans notice and shout, “Skål!” causing the whole crowd to roar loudly; Zasshu is to his feet, and Ulf Hednir charges forward, leaping, and connecting with a second Thor’s Rage!} Vasco Dias: Alright! Alright! That single punch almost got you the victory earlier on, now this is it, Terri! This is it! Terri Morasco: If he went straight for the cover, but Zasshu is escaping to the sidelines! Vasco Dias: What? Terri Morasco: I don’t even think he’s conscious, I think it’s his subconscious knowing he’s in trouble and forcing him to get out of danger. {Zasshu rolls toward the ropes and out onto the apron almost instinctively, as Ulf is playing to the crowd-- he turns to face Zasshu seeing him lying on the apron and walks toward him. He reaches over the top rope to grab Zasshu by the head and is forcing him to stand up-- he pulls him between the top and middle ropes into a front headlock and is forcing him back into the ring. Zasshu manages to shove Ulf off-- Zasshu not having much of a choice, knowing he needs to get some offense in, charges toward Ulf but looks like he may fall right over.} Terri Morasco: Ulf has been controlling the second half-- Vasco Dias: More like seven-eighths… Terri Morasco: The second half! Of! This! Match! Zasshu needs to get some offense in and make Ulf Hednir really pay for letting it go on as long as it has, because I think if Ulf lands just one good elbow, this one is over! {Ulf attempts a weaker clothesline, but Zasshu ducks under his arm-- Ulf spins around and leans over to try to catch Zasshu with a shoulder back toss, but Zasshu now goes for a frog leap with his arms flung into the air-- Ulf hooks his arms at just the right moment so that he has him up for a crucifix powerbomb; Zasshu weakly tries to kick his way free but Ulf reaches his arms back further until he has his hands on Zasshu’s neck-- he carries him toward the middle of the ring before finally dropping him with Blood Eagle!} Vasco Dias: Nasty! What a collision between these two! But there’s no way… just no way that Zasshu is going to kick out of this now. Blood Eagle! We have yet to see any man kick out of it! Terri Morasco: I have to agree with you on that one, because it is so devastating; he has them up on his arms in a crucifix, and then just with his arms is able to get a hold of his opponent’s neck, and-- well-- that’s it… Vasco Dias: Just make the cover! {Ulf takes a deep breath, and rolls Zasshu but is too weary to hook the leg, he just puts all his weight down across Zasshu’s shoulders: One! ….. Two! ….. Three!} Vasco Dias: This war is over! I cannot deny that this was a great match, and it should have set the bar very high for the rest of the show! Terri Morasco: Absolutely, Vasco, absolutely! These two have nothing to be ashamed of! There were times it looked like the match was as good as over, but something inside each of these men stirred them and let them keep it going. Vasco Dias: It was absolutely insane. How… How are we going to top this? We have a long show ahead of us! { “Raise Your Horns” by Amon Amarth plays through the speakers as the referee retrieves Ulf Hednir’s arm, as he is sitting on his knees and his upper body hovering cover Zasshu-- it takes him a few more seconds before being able to straighten himself out; the referee lifts his arm high and the crowds cheers roar throughout the entire arena, hardly one person still sitting as they give these two the standing ovation they have earned.} Terri Morasco: These two have earned everything these fans are giving them. Vasco Dias: And I am certain that this is just the tip of the iceberg for what will be an amazing event. { Ulf gestures for a ring crew to come into the ring with his stuff; the ring crew does, and Ulf gets his drinking horn… he hesitates, and tells the ring crew member something. He gets out of the ring and searches underneath it; when he comes out, he has a second drinking horn! Inside the ring, Ulf has grasped Zasshu by the wrist, and assists him to his feet-- Zasshu is hardly able to stand until he gets a hand on the ropes. The ring crew member is back in the ring and hands Ulf the second drinking horn, and fills them both with beer. } Ulf Hednir: Takk. Takk. { Ulf extends one of the drinking horns to Zasshu, and Zasshu looks quite surprised… he reaches his hand forward, and accepts the drinking horn. } Ulf Hednir: Skål! { Ulf lifts the horn in a salute to Zasshu, and Zasshu nods and returns the salute. The crowd shouts “Skål!” as both men lift the drinking horns to share a drink after a hard fought battle. } Terri Morasco: Each man showing the other respect. Vasco Dias: It's time to go to the next match! ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT ”Press-ing Issues”
---------------------------------------------------------- { A wall of noise erupts inside a makeshift press conference room as Lindsey Grawn, James Gilmore's "campaign manager," marches in with a slight, contemptible look on her mug, taking her place behind a small lectern complete with microphones from news organizations all over the planet--from Sky News and Fox News, to ESPN and MSNBC just to name a few. The murmur stops as Miss Grawn, sporing classic "schoolgirl" pigtails with an all-black, not-TOO-revealing business dress with matching stilettos, opens up to the first page of her personal logbook, a red-colored spiral notebook and begins her spiels, using her distinctive Texas twang. }Lindsey Grawn: Howdy folks, my name is Lindsey Grawn...that's G-R-A-W-N for media purposes, and I'm here tonight as the campaign manager and counselor for Mr. James Gilmore. I double-majored in Political Science and Criminal Justice with a minor in Linguistics from the University of Michigan, and I've been working with my client for several weeks now, since June 7th. Mr. Gilmore, though, was the one who called this press conference in the first place; however...since he's never been dangled in front of a bunch of reporters in his life, he's asked me to speak for him for this moment forward. { Lindsey pops a piece of bubblegum into her mouth and starts blowing bubbles, prompting some laughter among the assembled gathering. }Lindsey Grawn: First off, before we get into the meat 'n' taters of why he's called this conference, I have a few words I'd like to say on my own. On a very personal note, the IWF Board of Directors has become nothing more than a spineless organization who've, quite frankly, decided to go back on their word and issue an apology to Mr. Verona for certain events that took place in 2016. That, friends, is the most TYPICAL LIBERAL thing anyone can ever do, much like Mr. Obama and his "apology tour" when he sat there and made the United States of America look like the Keystone Kops. Want to know what THAT does, huh? It makes IWF, as a promotion, look weak in the eyes of the hard-working, tax-paying people who see your programs on a daily basis. And it's just damned disgusting! { She marches over to a small rubbish can, spitting out her gum before making her way back to the podium and turning the pages of her notebook. }Lindsey Grawn: Speaking of apologies, now you've got this other guy in Mr. Spike Kane, who wants to FORCE the company to apologize to -him- for "forcing" him to wrestle after the sudden death of his own son! Nah-nah-nahhh hunny...the ONLY person that should be apologizing is Spike Kane, and he needs to do it in front of the WHOLE WORLD. Why? It's real simple...for over 20 years, Spike Kane has NEVER acted like a true professional, doing such things as beating women, crucifying people, cutting people's limbs off, and--I haven't forgotten--FAKING A HORRIFIC DISEASE that swooped in there and took my client's mother's life in a span of fifteen months! Now while's he out there with his sweet and innocent little girlfriend, he's hiding the biggest secret of them all...that he TRIED TO KILL MY CLIENT AND USE HIS OWN SON'S DEATH AS JUSTIFICATION FOR DOING SO!!! { Grawn's voice reaches a near-screeching level as the whispers in the room began to cease. You can't hear a single pin drop as Lindsey recomposes herself, adjusting the cute little horn-rimmed glasses she's wearing before continuing on. }Lindsey Grawn: Here's the deal...the REAL victim of this storyline isn't Spike Kane...it's my client, Mr. James Jefferson Gilmore! When Mr. Gilmore's mother passed away in May 2014, he didn't mope around the ring and try to tank a match. He WORKED shortly after her FUNERAL and left EVERYTHING out there in that ring...but you see, Spike--and IWF to an extent--won't recognize that because it's outside of their little safe-space! Meanwhile, some years later, Spike Kane tries to murder Mr. Gilmore in spite of the former losing his kid to a freak accident...yet he and IWF GLORIFIES it on their series of shows! And he wants the IWF to simply apologize for "making him work" after his son's death!?! I don't think so...NOBODY--I mean NO ONE--made Mr. Kane do NOTHING on that night in question! He came out there, tried to tank that match with Gilmore being made to look like complete rubbish as he was being professional and urging him on to go at it! And all the while...my client knew NOTHING about what happened to Mr. Kane, period! He went out to that ring and fulfilled his end of the contract, but Mr. Kane, a glorified Hall of Famer...DIDN'T! So IWF owes Spike Kane ZERO apology whatsoever, it should be the other way around...because my CLIENT was merely being a professional in that arena, and he VICTIMIZED him for it! { Lindsey pauses for a moment, taking some time to turn her scowl into an obviously fake grin. }Lindsey Grawn: And you know Spike? You can call me a heartless wench all you want to, but...you know I'm right. You just know it...you're just too scared to admit it! { She mocking chuckled at the assembled reporters before clearing her throat and turning her notebook to the next page. }Lindsey Grawn: Now that I've said my piece on the day's events...it's time I go onto the matter of why I'm here in the first place. My client, James Gilmore, has NEVER, NEVER done drugs in his life! He has always conducted himself like a professional, obeying every single rule and regulation as set forth by the Imperial Wrestling Federation, in spite of the fact that many of his members often slagged him off as being nothing more than a goody-goody and laughed in his face! A couple of a weeks ago, Mr. Gilmore underwent a random drug screening that is very typical in the world of sports, of anything that requires exertion of the body; he submitted to the test as requested, and his samples were taken to the testing company's main headquarters--for the record, the drug testing company's name was Elliot and Selleck, Inc. { Lindsey nodded her head, watching as the as the gathering took notes on the company in question. }Lindsey Grawn: Unfortunately, the results of the original test were hampered by a computer outage that affected the entire database for that company; as a consequence, there was an error in the document that indicated a "no test"--yet networks like CNN, MSNBC, TMZ, or ESPN ran this initial test result as a "failure." What that's done, however...has damaged Mr. Gimore's reputation for being a clean, hard-working professional wrestler who has held himself to the highest of standards week in and week out, and that's a pile of rubbish! It really, really is...and YOU KNOW IT! { Grawn pounds her fist on the lectern, scaring several camera guys and Redshirts that were in the room as she turned her notebook over to the its last page. }Lindsey Grawn: With that said, Elliot and Selleck apologized to Mr. Gilmore for the computer crash and resultant error, allowing him to undergo a second examination--to which he did so voluntarily AND happily, I might add. However, we won't have any idea on how the results of this second test will turn out for, at least, the next several weeks--during the Heir to the Throne series, if I read the Imperial calendar correctly. Needless to say...my client is gonna have a cloud hanging over his head throughout the series, but I KNOW he's fully capable of going out there and throwing all that disrespect he's been shown back into the faces of those who did it! That's all for now...no questions please. Follow me on Twitter @reallindseygrawn, but for now...God bless and take care. { The cacophony of noise ensues as Lindsey swiftly, and quietly, makes her getaway through the conference area's back door as we segue into some IWF-related adverts. }This match was picked up about two thirds of the way through.{Dre and Sandman are on the corner’s second turnbuckle, reaching up for the cane. Sandman grabs hold of it and swings it, connecting with the face of Dre who starts to fall to the side, but manages to grab the cane on his way down, throwing it in the direction of Sandman, hitting him in the face.}Terri Morasco: That can’t feel good. Vasco Dias: It’ll leave a mark, that’s for sure. {The two men fall to the floor with a sick thud!}Terri Morasco: These two are beating the hell out of each other. Vasco Dias: And I love every bit of it. {Slowly, the two start to stir, meeting one another at the steps where Dre grabs hold of Sandman and slams him into the steps, sending him stumbling toward the corner of the barricade. Dre charges and clotheslines Sandman, the two of them tumbling over the barricade. The two of them are slow to their feet, but continue fighting through the crowd, and eventually out of sight.}Terri Morasco: Where are they going? Vasco Dias: Maybe they wanted some refreshments? {The referee looks around, confused as can be before jumping out of the ring and letting Alison know of the match’s results.}Alison Valance: Due to both competitors fighting out of the arena, this match has been determined to be a DRAW! {The crowd doesn’t like it, but we move on into the show’s backstage area.} ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT ”Duet? Perhaps Not…”
---------------------------------------------------------- { We find Fiona McFly and Regina Kimble strolling about on the O2 Arena's main concourse, taking in the sights and sounds of folks buying all kinds of concessions, gifts, and other goodies. For the latter, she felt as if she was a kid at Wembley again, smiling from her specially-customised electric powerchair as she waves to the gathering. }Regina Kimble: I can't believe how festive this place is...reminds me of Live Aid. Fiona McFly: And you were there? Regina Kimble: Oh yes, I was there. Status Quo, U2, David Bowie...but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, came even close to topping Queen. { Fiona couldn't help but smile, having watched Queen's performance on the day in question herself yet being too young to understand the significance of that event at that particular time. }Fiona McFly: That's an ageless memory, I'd say. To see the greatest performance in rock 'n' roll history in person... { A Redshirt comes up to the pair and quietly nods his head, pointing a waiting taxi-van outside the building. }Regina Kimble: Oh jolly, taxi's here. I'll scurry along now, I'm sure you've got some people to greet. { Fiona nodded warmly. }Fiona McFly: Will you be alright? { The former educator playfully patted Fiona on the back. }Regina Kimble: Of course, you silly gander! Luke's back at the house, waiting on me. I'll see you in the morning... { Fiona sighed to herself, watching as the security guard escorted Regina out of the building and into her waiting taxi. Watching through the glass as the van sped away, she closed her eyes for a moment before singing something to herself. }Fiona McFly: "See the storm sail in your eyes, see the thorn twist in your side, I await for you..." {However as Fiona starts singing we are treated to the sight of a petite girl walking behind Fiona, footsteps that belong to that of “The Siren” Kate Steele. Kate has her hair into blue and blonde pigtails. She cracks a wide grin as she stares at Fiona from behind.}Kate Steele: It really is amazing Fiona… To be right here at the 02… You know I am a girl who was raised over in Berkshire, England so it really is an honour to be here tonight. Truly is an honour wouldn’t you say so?! Perhaps the two of us should do a duet…. Fiona McFly: Well… Kate Steele: Oh come on it would be so amazing. I mean we both love to sing. We both love the winning team in Chelsea the Premier Champions. It doesn’t get any better than that does it?! {Fiona smiles as she looks back at Kate with a wide grin.}Fiona McFly: That would actually be quite… Kate Steele: Oh in reality perhaps I don’t want a duet. After all in IWF I was the first ever rocker in this company! I am the Siren it’s my entire job to sing, sing tunes that bring destruction and seduction. I know lately it seems like I have fallen so far from grace. I have been placed in matches where I have been an embarrassment. Where people laughed at me because I just couldn’t achieve what I was accustomed too. Do you know how it feels to watch your best friend Shea accomplish something you had hoped to do by being the first ever two time Shield Maiden?! {Kate shakes her head with a grin.}Kate Steele: Of course not… You never were a champion. Never were close to even being one. You have been nothing but a failure! Fiona McFly: That might be true but I know how to pick myself up and get back into the fold. Kate Steele: Right but for me my downfall really didn’t start until lost to you in 17 seconds… You remember that?! That whole making me tap out thing? Well to be blunt I never got over it and now you want to sing for these idiotic masses?! It doesn’t work like that. Tonight I feel like singing. Tonight this Siren sings which means it’s going to be your Siren Song. Fiona McFly: My Siren S…. {With that Kate snaps as she grabs Fiona and throws her against the wall. She begins to jump her as she drives boot after boot right into her gut. Kate is almost in a trance as security rushes to the scene and yanks her off of Fiona. Fiona grabs at her head as Kate smiles evilly.}Kate Steele: Consider yourself marked… Welcome to England you will be in for a very fun time! Alison Valance: “This next contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the IWF Invictus Championship.” {The drum beat kicks in. Then the guitar riffs. Jayson Matthews comes stepping out onto the entrance ramp moving his head to the beat and staring out into the crowd with a wide eyed stare of awe at the packed house in attendance. He steps onto the entrance stage and makes sure to hit both sides of the stage to hype the crowd as the lyrics start.
Last call now I'm outta time
And I don't got no valentine
Singled out, now I stand alone
The underdog in a modern world
Suburbia is hot tonight
But nothing seems to feel alright
I don't want your sympathy
I just need a little therapy
At least that's what they say to me.
With that Jayson pumps himself up and runs for the ring with intensity as the chorus starts.
Hey ho let's go
I'm gonna start a riot
You don't wanna fight it
One two fuck you
Don't tell me what to do
I don't wanna be like you
He slides into the ring and all the lights in the arena start flashing black and orange really fast as Jayson climbs to a turnbuckle and yells into the crowd as they cheer back at him.
Can't you see it's killing me
I'm my own worst enemy
Knock me down I'll keep on moving
It's the art of losing
The music starts to fade as Jayson waits for his opponent.}{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.
Pooler heads down the ramp, breaking into a run and sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and heads to the nearest corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arms into the air to the roar of the crowd. He drops back down to the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, tugging down on them and taking a moment to stretch before the match can begin.}Alison Valance: “Introducing first, in the corner to my left, is the challenger. He is from Detroit, Michigan and weighed in at 200 pounds. He is a former IWF Invictus Champion on 2 separate occasions, and the inaugural tag team winner of the Joker in the Pack tournament. Please welcome the challenger….. Jayson Matthews!” {As Jayson Matthews steps out of the corner, his usual lighthearted demeanor gone completely and replaced with absolute focus, the crowd cheers for the challenger and bombs the ring with lime-green, and banana-yellow, streamers.} Alison Valance: “And his opponent, he is making his 4th defense of the IWF Invictus Championship and weighed in at 210 pounds. Originally from Montreal, Quebec, Canada but now residing in Manchester, New Hampshire….. Bob Pooler!” {Handing over the championship belt to the referee who rings the bell}Terri Morasco: And were off and running. Bob and Jayson sizing each other up for this no time limits, Invictus rules championship match. You have to wonder how much these guys are prepared for each other. Vasco Dias: No. I just want to know how long it's gonna take for them to waste our time with another draw. Terri Morasco: Tonight there will be a winner. We will stay with this match until we have an undisputed Invictus champion. And this match is already off with a bang! {Bob takes a moment to collect his thoughts only to see Jayson rush at him and land a hard leaping forearm followed by a series of hard open-hand strikes to the abdomen, as he has clearly made the decision to try and push the pace as he backs up before running in looking for a leaping forearm only to get picked out of the air with a hard European uppercut by Bob Pooler who immediately runs his thumb across his throat to signal the end of the match}Terri Morasco: Bob calling for the end here. Will it be? Vasco Dias: it's gonna take more than that to squish that little worm, Jayson Matthews. Terri Morasco: Some people call Jayson the heart and soul of IWF and he's been showing that for the past couple of months in my opinion. Vasco Dias: pfft he better watch out here. {Bob going for a massive stuff powerbomb right through into a folding press only for Jayson to pop his left shoulder off of the mat at the count of 2.}Terri Morasco: ooh close one there for Bob. Bob Pooler has been one of the most impressive Invictus Champions we've seen lately and it's matches like this that prove it. Vasco Dias: As good as Bob is, he still hasn't beaten Jayson Matthews. I'm still not sure if that's a bad thing yet. {Glaring at the referee in shock, seemingly refusing to believe that the match is still going, Bob steps back a moment as Jayson remains crumpled up on the mat before hitting a gorgeous running senton and going for another cover and getting another 2-count.}Terri Morasco: We are getting to the later half of this match now. These guys have been pulling out these long strenuous matches all month long. That must take a toll on there bodies. Vasco Dias: it has to. Imagine working that hard and finding out no one gets paid. Terri Morasco: Well it's more than a paycheck for these two. It's all about the coveted Invictus Championship. {Pulling the Detroiter back to his feet Bob goes for the High-Velocity Hug only for Jayson to stop him in his tracks with a counter European uppercut followed by a quick standing dropkick.}Terri Morasco: Jayson showing his knowledge of Bob’s offense here in the later half of this match. Vasco Dias: I wonder if Bob took the time to learn Jayson’s offense? It would sure help. {Climbing up to the top turnbuckle, basking in the roar of the crowd, Jayson hits a gorgeous crossbody for a long 2-count as the crowd almost roars in appreciation over the victory before the referee frantically signals two. Glancing at the referee in shock Jayson nonetheless moves to husband his advantage by going for another running crossbody but hits it hard enough that he can’t immediately cover before going for a 2nd one and caught with a massive counter snap powerslam. Covering again, shooting a look of shock towards the referee, Bob pulls Jayson up to his feet and lands a vertical-drop DDT before heading up to the 2nd turnbuckle and landing a front elbow drop to the upper chest and again covering for another 2-count, this time forgetting to hook the leg.} Terri Morasco: We just got past the point where a normal match would get called for a time limit. Vasco Dias: were in extra innings! Terri Morasco: We will get a real winner and we won't end this match until we do! {Picking Jayson up and placing him on the top turnbuckle, going for a superplex, Bob finds himself countered in mid-air into a lateral press that gets a long 2-count before quickly catching Jayson on the way up with a short forearm to the chest before following that up with a Tiger Driver that gets another long 2-count.} Terri Morasco: An exhausted Bob Pooler looking for the end here. Vasco Dias: I knew Bob was going to finish this! He was pick all along. Terri Morasco: oh stop! Bob calling for it. {Signaling for the Pepto-Bismol Red Bob sets up for the maneuver only to have it countered into a Tornado DDT followed quickly by the Jayson Matthews Experience before covering and frantically hooking both legs.1…….2……..3!!!!!!} Terri Morasco: JAYSON MATTHEWS HAS DONE IT! He just became a THREE TIME INVICTUS CHAMPION! Vasco Dias: No way! I can't believe it! Terri Morasco: Dreams come true! {The art of losing plays over the speaker as the ref hands Jayson the belt and he holds it and looks at it with held back tears and emotions and he just lays his head on the silver medallion in the center. Bob nods his head in respect and raises Jaysons arm before rolling out of the ring as Jayson celebrates with the fans.} ----------------------------------------------------------
SEGMENT ”I Actually Showed Up...”
---------------------------------------------------------- Terri Morasco: It has been an awesome night so far at Bloody Assizes but can it get better?! Vasco Dias: I would like to think it can. We have just started our night and… {Before anything else can happen a countdown begins to occur on the screen. It counts from 10 all the way to 1 and as soon as it ends fireworks begin to go off as it leads everyone in darkness.}Terri Morasco: What is going on?! I thought we had another match scheduled. Vasco Dias: It’s IWF anything can happen in this company Terri you of all people should know that! {All of a Sudden “Still Fly” by The Devil Wears Prada begins to blast all across the speakers, as soon as it does we are treated to the words “I’m Back” on the screen and as soon as it shines that’s when we are able to see Todd Williams along with his lovely wife Kimberly walking through the curtains. They are walking hand in hand. Todd smiles as he is clad in an expensive suit. He has a black and white bandana around his head, and chuckles as money falls from the ceiling. His wife holds his hand tightly as the two of them walk their way to the ring. Todd slides in the ring as he holds the rope down for her to enter. The fans begin to go crazy as Todd takes it all in. He yawns as he calls for a microphone.}Todd Williams: Thank you, thank you far too kind, but all of you English dimwits need to shut up because I didn’t come out here to speak you guys up. I came out here to talk about the only thing that ever mattered in this world… That being myself…I know I should have waited until we were back in America because none of you Superior Football loving idiots deserve a presence from me. Hell get your cameras cherish this moment because Todd Williams actually showed up to something! {Todd laughs as the crowd begins to boo him. Terri looks at Vasco as she talks.}Terri Morasco: I didn’t think that joke was that funny. Vasco Dias: But he does have a point he actually did show up tonight. That’s a start to something right?! Kimberly Williams: All of you stupid idiots need to shut up when my husband is talking! Show him some respect! Todd Williams: It’s ok babe… They are only booing because they are so envious of me. I mean I walk around with a stack of benjamins. I am getting in the best pussy in the entire world. I would be hating on my shine as well. Because when they heard my music hit they were probably expecting me to come out here and run around like some clowning house N(BEEP!!!!!!!!!!!!) They expected me to be some sort of joke screaming how I am TODD WILLIAMS!!! Where the bitches at and something childish but the truth is why should I cater to what these people want?! The only thing that really matters is me, and how I will win gold before the end of the year! I have had nothing but a rough time since I been in IWF. People calling me a joke, people not taking me seriously but starting today you should perhaps take me seriously because I am the redeemer! {Todd smiles wickedly.}Todd Williams: I am the one who came to save this company! I am here to make sure that a brotha can make it to the top of the mountain, and I am not talking about pretenders like Dre Cutler… I am talking about Todd MFin Williams doing what he needs to do to be the legend that they all have been waiting to see. I know people don’t come to expect much out of me but maybe they should because this time it’s for real. This time it’s for keeps, and I am going to get what belongs to me one way or another. I have been on the sidelines for far too long. I been out of the spotlight and in my eyes I might have been in this company physically but mentally I haven’t really competed at the level that I was destined to fight at in over two years. That in itself is a damn shame, and it stops tonight. {Todd looks at the camera.}Todd Williams: So for all the haters in the back who feel like I can’t make it, who feel like it will be the same old, same old. Try stepping up to the plate and watch how you get your chin checked. I have the bitch, I have the money, and I guarantee before this year is out through hook or crook I will have gold. Bank on that…. For I am Todd Williams and I mean…. Eff yall… You aren’t even worth it…. PIZZZOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! {With that Todd drops the microphone as he makes out with his wife in the middle of the ring. The crowd roars back with boos as he walks hand in hand with his girl as we go to elsewhere.}Alison Valance: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, to be contested under Man of Steel Rules, and it is for the IWF Man of Steel Championship! {"Victim" by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out from behind the curtain. Pyro goes off as Shane makes his way to the ring as the fans erupt in a mixture if cheers and boos.} Alison Valance: Introducing first, the challenger! From Allen Park, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds, Ryan Shane! Terri Morasco: Ryan Shane’s been riding a wave of newfound aggression into this match, and he hopes it’ll culminate in the Man of Steel Championship. Vasco Dias: I like the aggression. He’s shown that he’s focused on the right thing: victory. No more glad-handing and pandering, he’s here to get the job done! {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.}Alison Valance: And his opponent! {“IT’S AN O-MEN-men-men-men-men-men!”
The lights darken as the intro of "OMEN" start to play, whilst the beat picks up Devlin emerges from the crowd wearing his jacket and the Guy Fawkes mask.}Alison Valance: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the IWF Man of Steel Champion, the Destiny Dealer, Devlin Raine! Terri Morasco: A man who racked up not one but two wins at Night of the Immortals this year, the Man of Steel Champion is certainly beloved here in London! Vasco Dias: The people’s love doesn’t do you any good when you’re locked in a steel cage, Terri. We both know that, and if Devlin Raine didn’t know already, he does now. {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: These men are about to go to war to prove which one of them is truly the Man of Steel. Good luck to both, they’re going to need it. {The cage lowers around both men, and the referee steps back, signaling for the bell. As soon as the bell rings, Devlin charges Shane, leaping and delivering a big dropkick into the turnbuckles! Devlin begins laying in stiff martial arts kicks to Shane’s sternum before following it up with a leaping spinning heel kick that catches Ryan Shane flush on the jaw! Shane stumbles forward, clutching his midsection, and Devlin boosts himself up to the middle rope, beckoning for Shane to turn around. He does so, groggy, and Devlin leaps off with the BURNING CHROME uppercut! Shane’s bowled over, and Devlin gets to his feet as the crowd cheers and the referee starts to count!}Terri Morasco: What an explosive start from Devlin Raine! He’s really come out of the blocks here firing on all cylinders, and Ryan Shane’s in early trouble! Vasco Dias: The man won the Joker in the Pack. That takes some violence and some resilience. This is early goings, though. We’ll see how he fares down the stretch. {Shane makes it back to his feet by the count of four, still on jelly legs, and Devlin wastes no time, laying in a spinning kick to his gut, followed by a nasty snapping up-kick. As he swings his leg in to complete the BRAIN DANCE, however, Shane catches his leg, hoisting him into back suplex position and delivering a brutal shinbreaker that he rolls into a Saito suplex! Dev hits the mat, and Shane stays on the offensive, grabbing Raine’s right leg and dropping an elbow into his knee before cranking back on a short kneebar! Devlin struggles against the hold, shaking his head when the referee asks if he wants to quit!}Terri Morasco: And Ryan Shane is right back into things with that kneebar. If he cuts down Devlin’s vertical base, that acrobatic striking style of his goes right out the window. Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane’s wrestling smart here. He wants to win, and if he wants that, he has to take away Raine’s most valuable weapons. {Devlin tries to kick his way free, but Shane manages to turn or deflect most of the wild, flailing kicks, cranking harder on the kneebar in response. Raine, resigned, reaches for the ropes, struggling, and gets them, forcing a break of the hold. Shane holds on until the referee begins to count, and only relinquishes at a count of four. He takes a few steps back, hands up as the referee admonishes him, only to come back in with a big stomp to Devlin’s knee. The referee begins shouting at him as Devlin struggles to his feet, clutching his knee.}Terri Morasco: Raine smart to use one of his two rope breaks there, but is the damage already done? Vasco Dias: Ryan Shane certainly wanted it to be done there. That stomp does a number on you even in the best of circumstances, and these are certainly not that for Devlin Raine. {Devlin hobbles to a vertical base, and Shane moves back in to confront him, only for Devlin to lash out with a leaping enzuigiri on his good leg! He lands hard, but gets right back up, gritting his teeth as he plants his feet and delivers a stiff forearm into the jaw of Ryan Shane! He hits a second, then a third, and adds a European uppercut for good measure before hitting the ropes and looking for the DEVDT! NO! Shane catches him, arresting his momentum, and powers him over with the RIGHT NOW-THERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Shane rolls to his knees, demanding the referee count Raine down!}Terri Morasco: What a counter from Ryan Shane, right when he needed it! Devlin Raine got laid out with that suplex! Vasco Dias: If Raine had connected with that flipping DDT of his, Ryan Shane would have been in a world of hurt. He needed that counter right then and there. {The referee obliges with the count, but Raine is back up at seven, staggering and wincing in pain. Shane steps into a big forearm shot, and Raine staggers before responding with a forearm of his own! The two men exchange a few shots before Shane, clearly tiring of the exchange, responds to a forearm with a quick dropkick to Raine’s bad knee! Devlin drops to a knee, and Shane, sensing an opportunity, hits the ropes and goes for the SHANING WIZARD…ONLY FOR DEVLIN TO CATCH HIS LEG AND ROLL THROUGH INTO THE VOIGHT-KAMPF CLUTCH! The hold is applied tight in the center of the ring, and it’s Shane’s turn to cry out in agony as the crowd roars for the big reversal!}Terri Morasco: VOIGHT-KAMPF CLUTCH! Devlin Raine had that big knockout blow scouted, and now Ryan Shane is fighting! He’s fighting to get out! Fighting to stay alive! Vasco Dias: Raine was being turned into the one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest, and now he’s got that vicious kneebar applied! Shane needs those ropes like a man in the desert needs water! {Shane elbows his way towards the bottom rope, Raine yanking and wrenching on the hold the entire way. Shane’s progress is slow, though, and he grits his teeth, letting out a cry of pain as he looks back at Devlin. He stretches, trying to turn himself, and gets just enough of a turn to fire a hammerfist into the side of Raine’s bad leg! The hold doesn’t break, but Raine quakes with the pain, trying to maintain his grip. Shane hits a second punch, then a third, and turns back around, trying to claw his way towards the ropes. This time, the hold is just loose enough for Shane to get two fingers on the bottom rope, causing the referee to step in and call for the hold to be broken. The Voight-Kampf Clutch stays locked in until a count of three, Devlin getting to his feet and mouthing “Turnabout is fair play” at his fallen opponent.}Terri Morasco: Devlin Raine giving as good as he gets here with that kneebar, and now both men have compromised vertical bases! Vasco Dias: Credit to Ryan Shane for surviving the onslaught of that hold. Devlin’s won many matches with it, and it’s a miracle he didn’t win this one as well. {Devlin walks over to Shane, dragging him up by his hair, and Irish whips him hard into the corner, charging in with a stiff European uppercut that dazes Shane. Dev turns him and lifts him as if for a back suplex, only to plant him up on the top rope. Devlin climbs slowly, unsteadily, to the top, pulling Shane to his feet, and carefully negotiates into position for a modified SUBSPACE SLIDE as he plays to the crowd!}Terri Morasco: If Devlin hits this, it’s all over! Vasco Dias: IF! IF! Look! {Shane seems to have come to his senses, and he fires a series of brutal elbows into the side of Devlin’s head, dazing the Chicagoan, before grabbing the cage with one hand and delivering a crushing kick to the side of Raine’s knee! Devlin lands hard on the buckle, slumping back into the tree of woe! Shane grabs the cage to steady himself, and Devlin reaches out for the top rope, trying to pull himself up. As he does, though, a glint shines in Ryan Shane’s eyes, and the moment Devlin yanks himself up Ryan shoves off the cage and drills him with a SHANING WIZARD as he hangs in the tree of woe! The impact drops both men to the mat, and the referee begins to count! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!}Terri Morasco: Both men are down! Which one will get to their feet first? Vasco Dias: Will either man get up?! {Both men stir slowly, struggling to find themselves. FIVE! SIX!
Shane’s hand finds the bottom rope, and he pulls himself in as Devlin shakes the cobwebs out. SEVEN!
Shane’s other hand finds the second rope, and he pulls again mightily as Devlin grabs the bottom turnbuckle. EIGHT!
Shane’s hands are on the middle and top rope now, and with a mighty yank he pulls himself to his feet as Devlin’s hands move up to the middle turnbuckle! NINE!
Devlin tries to plant his foot under himself, but the pain causes him to seize up mid-movement, just as the referee reaches TEN! He turns and signals for the bell, and it sounds an instant before Raine pushes himself up to his feet, face a mask of disbelief as “Victim” plays over the PA.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and the NEW Man of Steel Champion, Ryan Shane! Terri Morasco: WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! Ryan Shane came in with that gameplan, and he executed it to perfection! Vasco Dias: He absolutely destroyed the knee of Devlin Raine, and when crunch time came that work paid off in a big way. Terri Morasco: Devlin looks crushed! But for that half a second, this match could have gone very differently. {Indeed, Raine slumps against the ropes, face blank as he still doesn’t quite register what’s happened. The cage door is unlocked, and the referee is handed the belt. He turns to hand it to Ryan Shane, but Shane yanks it from his grasp, walking over to the ropes and leaning over them, showing the belt to the crowd as he jaws away at them. Shane ducks between the ropes, dropping to the floor, and backs up the ramp, pounding the belt with the flat of his hand as he continues to trash the crowd. Raine has pushed himself out of the corner, and the boos morph into cheers and a chant of “DEV-LIN! DEV-LIN! DEV-LIN!”, which does manage to put a smile on the Destiny Dealer’s face.}Terri Morasco: No matter what happened, this crowd of IWF faithful is showing Devlin Raine their love. Take nothing away from Ryan Shane’s victory, to be sure. Vasco Dias: How can you?! He won! Raine lost! These idiots chanting can’t change that! {Devlin sighs, rolling out of the ring and picking up the Fawkes mask from ringside. He shakes his head, grinning, and raises the mask high as he begins his walk to the back, the crowd’s cheers not abating as he walks up the ramp with his head held high.}Alison Valance: The following is scheduled for one fall… {“Over You” by Girlicious plays throughout the arena. Seventeen seconds into the song, Paige and Sara come out to a negative reaction as they holds their hand in the air above their heads, their index fingers pointed down at themselves as they do a quick spin around before walking down to the ring, talking themselves up to all of those in attendance and everyone watching at home.}Alison Valance: Accompanied to the ring by her sister Sara, from San Diego, California, weighing 126 pounds…PAIGE Garcia! {The two sisters jump up on the apron, posing for the crowd, showing off their beauty before each sitting on the middle rope and swinging their legs to the left, pulling the rest of their bodies in as well. They pose again for the crowd who boo as the two talk strategy for the match.}Terri Morasco: Paige brought this on herself. She attacked Alexis after their match a couple of months ago and felt she should suffer no repercussions for it. Vasco Dias: Not true. She sent a message and didn’t think anything would come back to the sender. Alison Valance: And her opponent… {“Cult of Love” by Living Colour hits the sound system with a slow piano theme. The drums beat as "Cult of Personality" is mashed in just as Alexis shuffles out onto the stage. Alexis poses for the crowd who show their appreciation for the IWF Hall of Famer before she skips down to the ring.}Alison Valance: Making her way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is an IWF Hall of Famer...Alexis Caffreeeey!!! {She gets to the ring and climbs up on the apron. She steps in under the middle rope and heads to the corner opposite the entrance ramp waiting for the match to begin.}Terri Morasco: Alexis called Paige out at Open Fight Night and was promptly denied the chance. She went to Riley Gordon, and here we have it. Vasco Dias: And quite frankly I think it’s pathetic. She’s so obsessed with Paige that it’s consuming her. No matter though, the queen sets her straight tonight. {Sara climbs down to ringside as the bell sounds. The two walk around the ring, talking to one another, pointing and all out just talking trash before Paige steps forward and slaps Alexis right across the face.}Terri Morasco: Severely uncalled for there. Vasco Dias: I don’t think...LOOK OUT! {Alexis takes Paige down with a Running Double Leg Takedown, unloading lefts and right as Paige tries to cover up, the referee counting to four before pulling her off of the former Diamonds Champion. Alexis though pushes the referee to the side and goes back on the attack before the referee gets up to four again, and this time Alexis rolls off herself as Paige rolls out to the outside.}Terri Morasco: Apparently, Alexis doesn’t like getting slapped in the face. Vasco Dias: It’s just a wild flare from a raging psycho on our queen… Terri Morasco: Your queen… {Alexis bounces off the ropes and flies through the ropes on the opposite side, taking out both Garcias with a Suicide Dive!}Terri Morasco: Alexis wanted Paige in the worst way, and now she’s getting every single bit of her. {Alexis grabs Paige by the hair and sends her rolling into the ring, crawling forward and hooking the leg, but only getting a two count.}Vasco Dias: Paige just has to hold out through Alexis’ momentum. Terri Morasco: That’s easier said than done. {Alexis goes right back on the offensive, pulling Paige up before turning her into a Neckbreaker, rolling her hips and getting to their feet before Alexis hits her with a second Neckbreaker before nipping up and skipping around her competition.}Vasco Dias: And that’s not arrogance? Terri Morasco: I think it’s more showing up Paige who thinks she’s the greatest thing since sliced bread. {Alexis bends down to grab Paige and pull her up but Paige unleashes a vicious forearm that in the drop of the hat changes the whole complexion of the match.}Vasco Dias: THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT! Terri Morasco: In one strong shot, Paige just turned the tables, and Alexis looks out. {Paige celebrates her one move and drops to a pinning predicament, hooking the leg, but Alexis shows her resilience, kicking out at two which doesn’t seem to sit well with the former Diamonds Champion. She pulls Alexis up, yanking her by the hair, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around, locking her around the waist and hoisting her up and over with a textbook German Suplex, bridging in the center of the ring.
ONE! TWO! NO! Alexis kicks out!
Paige turns over and stares at Alexis lying on her stomach before smacking the mat out of frustration.}Terri Morasco: It looked like Alexis had this match well in hand, and now things have completely turned over. Vasco Dias: I told you Terri, all she had to do was whether the emotional storm. {Paige grabs Alexis by her head and as she’s pulling her up starts to talk trash to the Hall of Famer who fires off a slap to the face of Paige, turning her around. Alexis lunges through the air with a series of clotheslines, one after another. Paige gets up after a third clothesline and Alexis charges, running and jumping through the air, looking for the Graceful Letdown (Leaping Stalling DDT), but Paige is able to use her power, pushing off the smaller Alexis who lands on her feet, but Paige charges and hits Alexis square in the face with the KEEP DREAMING Bicycle Kick! Believing the match is over, Paige heads over and drops down into a cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEENOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!}Vasco Dias: How the hell did she kick out of that!? Terri Morasco: She’s not a former champion for nothing. {Paige is crazed, smacking the mat over and over before letting out a primal scream, turning toward Alexis, stalking her prey. She lifts her up onto her shoulders, looking for the “All About Me” (Rack Attack), walking toward the center of the ring with Alexis who struggles. Paige turns toward the camera, but right before she can drop, Alexis struggles off of her shoulders, stumbling in the ropes, adding to her momentum, and as Paige turns around...KISS GOODNIGHT (Spinning Codebreaker)!}Terri Morasco: THE KISS GOODNIGHT! Vasco Dias: Yeah, but look at Paige. {Being a former champion herself, Paige rolls out of the ring as Alexis crawls for the cover. Realizing what has happened, she puts her hands over her face in disgust as the referee checks on her. Meanwhile…}Terri Morasco: Hey! Wait a minute! {Sara, who was under the ring after the suicide dive, grabs Paige and pulls her under the ring. The two of them are under there as Alexis begins to make her way toward the apron. She pulls herself up with the ropes and grabs the Garcia she sees by the hair, pulling her up into the ring. Before she can do anything, or realize anything, she’s rolled up into a small package…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Alexis kicks out a second too late as Sara flies out of the ring, rolling under the bottom of the rope before pushing her sister back out from under the ring. Alexis looks stunned as Sara then crawls out from under the ring, helping her sister to her feet, raising her hand.}Alison Valance: The winner of this match...PAIGE...GARCIIIIIIIIA! {Alexis is irate as the twins smirk in her direction, Paige still slightly out of it from the “Kiss Goodnight”. We go to replay which is shown on the screen and Alexis damn near blows a gasket. She starts yelling at the referee who explains that it can’t be overturned as he called what he saw.}Terri Morasco: Paige just stole a victory from Alexis. Vasco Dias: There’s always a plan in the Queen’s Court...always a plan. {Alexis continues to flip out as the camera goes to the smiling Garcias, and then back to the fuming Alexis leaning up against the ropes as “Over You” continues to play as the scene fades.}Alison Valance: The following contest is a No-Disqualifications Triple Threat Elimination match, and it is for the IWF Shieldmaiden Championship! {The opening riff of "Root of all evil" by Incendiary starts and as the guitar kicks in with the baseline stomp Alicia Lukas emerges from the back, she stands on the entranceway and lifts on hand in the air throwing up the horns before making her way down to the ring.}Alison Valance: Approaching the ring from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 145 pounds… Alicia Lukas!! {She runs up and slides across the apron on one knee lifting her hand on the air before sliding between the apron and the bottom rope.}Vasco Dias: Alicia Lukas is coming out with a huge chip on her shoulder tonight. Shea’s beaten her twice now, but Lukas is known for pulling out huge matches when she gets that hunger for a championship roaring in her belly. Terri Morasco: Not to mention her beef with Rowan MacDonnough! Many have speculated that Alicia and Rowan would have won last week’s match if Rowan hadn’t abandoned Alicia in the ring, and Lukas isn’t the sort of girl to let something like that slide. {Lights out.}Alison Valance: Approaching next, from Kilkenny Ireland, weighing in at 145 pounds… The Wolf of the Abyss, Rowan MacDonnough! {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. 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.}Vasco Dias: Every time I see her I wonder how anyone can have the cajones to stand and fight that beast. Terri Morasco: She may be a monster, Vasco, but monsters often find themselves beaten by heroes. Shea’s put Rowan away before, and I think she can do it again tonight. She beat Eternity, she can pin the Wolf of the Abyss! {The lights go out before the tron flickers to life with a flick of orange hair, before "In God We Trust” by Sweet Little Machine blasts out of the PA with orange and green lights flashing wildly, in time with the drums. The crowd pops as the music hits, wildly singing along with the music as soon as it hits.}"ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! NAH, NAH, NAH NAH! NAH NAH-NAH NAH NAH!" Alison Valance: And lastly, from Cork Ireland… weighing in at 135 pounds, the IWF Shieldmaiden – SHEA O’HARAAAAA!!! {The crowd chants 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.}Vasco Dias: This one is going to be a serious fight to remember. These three have been standing out as among the more exciting women in the roster, and given how new two of them are… Terri Morasco: All three of them are new, in my opinion. While a girl named Shea O’Hara was in the IWF before, the woman we are seeing here is a completely new animal. She’s truly re-invented herself over the last year and has become a force to be truly reckoned with. Vasco Dias: Let’s get to the action! DING! {As the bell rings, the three women approach the center of the ring as though in the midst of a Mexican standoff, eyeing one another cautiously and waiting for the others to make the first move. Shea is most wary of Rowan, while the other two seem unsure as to which will be the most immediate threat. Finally the tension snaps as Alicia lunges savagely at Rowan, and Shea follows suit – and the flurry of violence begins in earnest. The three of them are a tangled mess of heavy strikes, one of the three occasionally knocked away from the fray momentarily before charging back in. None of them are holding back and none of them are giving an inch. Shea is focused wholly on the Wolf of the Abyss while the other two fight indiscriminately, and It is not entirely clear who will end up with the advantage.
After a few long and intense moments of fighting, Alicia is the one who finally manages to win the upper hand with a spinning heel kick to Shea’s midsection, kicking her away from the action with a cry of defiance and anger. Her motive is clear immediately as she whirls back on Rowan, eyes flashing with rage as she closes with the woman who was to be her tag partner last week. Shea keeps back, recovering from the savage brawl as her two opponents square off against one another.}Terri Morasco: It looks like Alicia wants to take Rowan out of this match herself! We knew she was looking for payback after last week’s match. Vasco Dias: Stupid to let the Shieldmaiden take a break to recover, though. You can’t take O’Hara for granted in clutch matches like this. {Alicia drives into Rowan hard, the two dedicated strikers delivering blows against one another that echo throughout the arena. Alicia’s sheer ferocity and overpowering drive forces Rowan back several steps before a massive kick from the strong style southern belle sends Rowan toppling over the ropes and out of the ring. Alicia smells blood and throws herself after her, slamming into Rowan with a suicide dive as the Wolf of the Abyss rises to her feet. Rowan’s eyes flash with anger as the two women struggle to their feet, continuing to pound on one another with hammering blows to the legs, head and torso. Rowan, however, gives ground, taking step after step backwards in the face of Alicia’s withering assault.}Terri Morasco: Alicia’s pushing Rowan back! The wolf is running to ground! Vasco Dias: I… I wouldn’t count on that, Terri. This is about to get bloody. {Alicia delivers a huge superkick to Rowan, sending her staggering into the corner of the barricade. Alicia goes to pursue, and Shea leaves the ring looking to engage the two other women in the match. For a moment it looks as though Rowan has been overpowered as Alicia moves in for what might be the kill… but as soon as she gets close, Rowan snaps into action, moving with confidence and speed that Alicia clearly thought she had beaten out of the Irish Nightmare. Alicia doesn’t have time to react before Rowan bashes the side of her head hard with the bell, sending Alicia sprawling into the announce table!}Vasco Dias: Told you. That wasn’t Rowan losing ground, that was Alicia getting lured into the Wolf’s lair. No disqualifications makes this match a very dangerous place for anyone fighting someone so vicious and ruthless. {Rowan moves to the announce table, looking to continue her assault on Alicia Lukas as she looms over her. She raises the bell into the air and slams it down towards Alicia, but she rolls out of the way and onto the floor just in time as the bell buries itself in the table. Rowan snarls viciously as she moves to pursue, but Shea O’Hara blitzes in and grabs Rowan around the midsection, dragging her into a snap suplex and planting her firmly into the ground. The shieldmaiden unleashes a flurry of offense on the downed challenged, taking her revenge for her friend’s injury with some good old fashioned ground and pound. Rowan roars with anger at the attack, managing to force Shea off of her after enduring a withering beating from the Shieldmaiden. She pulls herself up onto the barricade as Shea does the same on the ring apron, eyes wild with determination as she demands that Rowan keep coming.
Alicia pulls herself up on the announce table, bleeding from the side of the head where Rowan slammed the bell into her, clearly dazed and not completely aware of what’s going on around her. Rowan looks between Shea and Alicia before choosing to hunt the bloodied prey, dashing in past Shea’s attempted grapple and leaping onto Alicia with a hurricanrana! Alicia goes down hard, but Rowan doesn’t let up, raining blows down on the southern belle with a series of brutal mounted punches, targeting the already bloodied side of her head. Shea goes for more offense, but Rowan gets out of the way, dragging Alicia up by the hair and forcing her back into the ring. Rowan follows right after her, and Shea is only moments behind.}Terri Morasco: Alicia Lukas doesn’t seem to know where she is anymore! Vasco Dias: Rowan is well known to favor targeting the head, because an opponent too dazed to think or react has already lost the match. Alicia’s a fantastic wrestler, but nobody’s prepared for the intensity that Rowan brings to bear. Shea only has a chance because she’s weathered this storm before, but Alicia… I think its curtains for her tonight. {Rowan and Shea stand apart from one another, Alicia struggling to stand on the mat between them. The two Irish women circle the ring, Alicia between them, Rowan’s hands stained with the downed woman’s blood. Rowan tilts her head to the side, unblinking as she stares Shea down, gesturing to Alicia in a clear invitation to go for the pin. Her gently shaking shoulders show that she is laughing under her mask as she does so, waiting to see what Shea does with the invitation. Shea knows Rowan too well to take an offered ‘gift’, however, and eventually shakes her head as she jaws with the Wolf of the Abyss, though her words aren’t picked up by the mic. Alicia pulls herself into a sitting position while the two of them argue, blinking rapidly as she looks between Rowan and the Shieldmaiden. When Rowan sees this she shrugs… and snaps forward with a sudden BALOR’S GAZE to Alicia’s jaw, sending the girl sprawling again to the mat at Shea’s feet. Rowan takes a few steps back, giving Shea and Alicia a wide berth and spreading her hands to show she won’t interfere.}Rowan MacDonnough: Go ahead. Do it. You deserve to pin SOMEONE tonight. {Shea snarls with obvious fury at Rowan’s mockery… but she cannot in good conscience let the opportunity to take Alicia out of the match pass her by. Never taking her eyes off of Rowan, Shea goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!}Alison Valance: Alicia Lukas has been eliminated! Vasco Dias: And there goes the Strong Style Southern Belle! Terri Morasco: It’s down to Rowan and Shea, resolving a truly bitter rivalry. Vasco Dias: I think you’re kidding yourself if you think this rivalry is ending tonight, Terr- Woah! {Shea had been helping get Alicia quickly out of the ring and over to the aides at ringside when Rowan came surging from the other side of the ring like a woman possessed, delivering a Yakuza kick to the back of Shea’s head! She shakes off the blow as Rowan laughs at her mockingly, whirling on her opponent and leaping headlong into action, bounding off of the ropes into a springboard side kick that knocks Rowan back several steps. Shea’s anger is clear, and its having an impact on her behavior as she charges headlong to meet Rowan in the ring, the two of them exchanging a series of potent blows… but Rowan has the advantage of size, reach and specialty and manages to force her way into the upper hand. Shea is fighting like an uncaged animal, reckless and without strategy, simply burning, unbridled anger… and it’s clear that Rowan has gotten into the Irish Bombshell’s head. Rowan staggers Shea with a knee lift to the stomach followed by a second to the head, leaving the Shieldmaiden staggered as she bounces back, perhaps looking for a springboard enziguri… but Shea blindly falls in, closing the distance too quickly for Rowan to react, grabbing her around the waist and slamming her to the ground with another huge Suplex. Shea isn’t finished yet, and gets up and climbs up onto the ropes… sailing down with a Senton Splash directly onto the Wolf of the Abyss! Shea looks to be going for the cover… but instead pulls Rowan into the CELTIC PRIDE!}Terri Morasco: This is it! This is the move that knocked Rowan out the first time these two competitors fought one another! Shea’s looking to make a statement with this one! {Rowan, however, does not seem to go into a frenzied state of rage and desperation as she did the last time she found herself in the Celtic Pride’s clutches… instead, Rowan moves with deliberate, practiced movements to push against the hold… and slowly, centimeter by centimeter… Shea’s hold begins to loosen… and then, finally, BREAK! Rowan lets out a howl of defiance as she fights to her feet, glaring down at the incredulous Shieldmaiden!}Vasco Dias: Rowan must have been preparing to resist the Celtic Pride, knowing that its Shea’s most proven weapon against her! This is amazing! {Rowan cracks her neck and prowls forward, but Shea doesn’t back down. Indeed, the frustration at seeing Rowan break out of the Celtic Pride seems to send Shea into an even deeper frenzy, and she once again unleashes herself on Rowan in a striking game, and Rowan is able to quickly outplay and outmaneuver the blindly enraged shieldmaiden. Despite Shea’s best efforts, Rowan pulls her into an inverted facelock backbreaker, spinning it harshly into a neckbreaker. Shea doesn’t seem to feel it, though, pulling herself back to her feet… but Rowan is already moving, and bounces against the ropes before she springboards off of them with a MARK OF MACHA!}Vasco Dias: That’s one of Rowan’s deadliest strikes! This match might be over! {Shea goes down hard and Rowan goes for the cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE- NO! SHEA BREAKS THE PIN!
The crowd goes wild as Shea manages to push a shoulder up with authority, and Rowan staggers back staring at Shea with a mix of shock and anger, as though offended by the Shieldmaiden’s audacity to kick out of one of Rowan’s strongest maneuvers. Shea smirks as she pulls herself up, staring Rowan down as she spreads her arms wide.}Shea O’Hara: IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT, YOU FREAK!? {Rowan lets out a roar of fury and charges forward, eyes flashing with destructive and violent intent. Shea looks to match her with the same blind fury that she’s shown since Alicia was taken out of the match… but suddenly her expression shifts. The blind anger falls away, returning to a look of anticipation and grim resolve. As Rowan charges forward expecting the same furious assault that Shea’s been delivering, the Shieldmaiden deftly ducks under the taller woman’s attack, spinning around for a STRAIGHT EDGE SUPERKICK!}Terri Morasco: There it is! There’s the Shea I know and love! Shea put on a show for the Wolf of the Abyss and Rowan bought it hook, line and sinker! {Shea goes for the cover in the middle of the ring…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, and STILL IWF Shieldmaiden…. SHEA O’HARA!!! {The crowd’s reaction is positively explosive as the bell rings to end the match while In God We Trust by Sweet Little Machine plays. Shea stands victoriously over Rowan’s prone form as she raises her hands in victory while taking in the roaring approval of the crowd!}Terri Morasco: She did it! Shea finally ends Rowan’s unpinned streak, taking Rowan to the ground with a champion’s authority! Vasco Dias: I can hardly believe it, even though it just happened in front of me. What a night for the Diamonds Division! I can’t help but wonder who’ll be coming for the Shieldmaiden next! Alison Valance: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is scheduled for one fall and is for the IWF...DIAMONDS CHAMPIONSHIP! {The relentless opening chords of "Vortex" by Los Savants crash out as Gabriela Luna dashes out onto the stage, throwing her fist into the air to the cheers of the crowd. She shouts at the crowd, beckoning them on with her hands, and grins widely at them before turning and charging down the ramp. Gabriela leaps and slides feet-first under the bottom rope, rolling to a crouch with a grin on her face. She stands, walking to the middle of the ring, and paces back and forth in the center for a moment before dropping back to a knee and pounding her fist into the mat as pyro erupts from the ring posts. She leaps back up to her feet, popping her hood back with a shout, and runs over to the nearest corner, hopping onto the second turnbuckle and further beckoning the crowd on before dropping down into a crouch and waiting for the match to start.}Terri Morasco: Gabriela hasn’t been her usual fly- by the –wire self as of recent but she’ s come with fire right now! Vasco Diaz: We’ll see.. wha.. "We all Recognise...That I'm ..the problem here.” {The lights dim, Even as the Intro to the song helps to light up UV, glow sticks, people waving and bouncing before the beat drops and out from under stage Pandora rises lit up like a Christmas tree by UV, as light slowly bleeds back to the arena Pandora dances down to the ring, easily gracing movements as she hops up the apron and climbs in before gripping the top rope and arching back down to touch the ring mat with her head and leaves her feet on the ground making quite the arch as she rises up slowly still bouncing to the music as she encourages the crowd to move with her.}Vasco Diaz: Did she cut me off on purpose? Terri Morasco: Maybe, maybe look at both the ladies squaring up as the Referee shows off the belt how do you think this’ll go? {The bell rings and Gabriela charges at Pandora, who manages to dodge to one side as Gabriella hits the ropes leaping up to attempt a quick Frankensteiner which Pandora cartwheels out of to land on her feet, quick to charge past the standing Gabriella to hit a quick shoulder block, Gabriela hits the deck and uses the momentum to stand up to her feet, the two of them stare at each other a moment as Pan snap a low kick at Gabriela’s Calf, Gabriella jumps it, using Pandora like a vaulting horse to hit the ropes, Pandora leaps up to try and hit her own Frankensteiner Gabriela flips out of it, turn around to Hit Pandora with a snapping Arm drag, Pan rolls up quickly and returns the favour before the two of them leap into the air to try and drop kick each other, landing on the mat to stare at each other both of the smiling as the crowd comes to life!}Vasco Diaz: If that start is anything to go by? We’re in for a treat. {The two ladies now circle each other a little more cautiously. Gabby runs forwards again to keep the momentum rolling hitting a quick under arm lucha style arm drag on Pan before rushing the ropes to hit a Headscissors that spills Pandora out the ring Gabriela sees Pan outside the ring and measures it up quickly hitting Pandora with the Arrow of Artemis! She staggers up to her feet and throws hands to the crowd and points to herself before stomping on Pandora and rolling her into the ring, climbing up to measure her up Leaping up on the top rope as Pandora Stands and bends backwards out of the way of the springboard forearm and as Gabriela rolls through to stand up Pandora sends her to the outside with a vicious head kick! Pan watches a moment as Gabriella is on the outside herself before she charges off the ropes to hit her Own Tope Con Giro! Wiping the both of them out!}Terri Morasco: This has been almost move for move right now! Vascos Diaz: Gabriela had a fine chance to capitalize on her momentum but she was too busy showboating.. {The two ladies are to their feet by the Time the ref reaches Six Pandora is the first to throw a shot snapping a hard kick to Gabriela’s leg Gabriela returns the favour as they Both hear EIGHT.. take a moment to stare at each other and roll into the ring together to start talking to each other face to face before Before Pandora shoves Gabriela back into the turnbuckle as best she can which given her slightly larger size actually works Before the Blue haired Rave loads up a quick chest kick and then charges a calf kick this serves only fire up Gabriella who snaps a forearm to Pan and the hits her own calf kick, as the two of them star to exchange leg kicks Gabriela starts to buckle a little bit more under the constant assault Pan seeing an opportunity now whips Gabriela into the ropes making her run on that hurt leg some before delivering a sidewalk slam on the woman rolling for a quick pin }ONE….. TW… No! {Gabrielas kick out makes Pandora smile a bit as she Moves to Gabriela’s leg only to get a kick t to the face for her troubles, and a second one as Gabriella rolls up to dropkick Pan to a knee and hit her with the Onnatop Driver! Her won for moving to cover Pan quickly!}ONE… TWO… TH.. NO! Terri Morasco: Anyone could take this right now! Vasco Diaz: it doesn’t really look like either of them want to quit, which is good still a little showboating for my liking! {Gabriella starts to face the crowd as she moves to a corner Pandora pulling herself up eyes catching something as Gabriela moves in to catapult herself into a front flip forwards as Pan charges forwards to duck under the forearm shot into a quick School girl Pin, The ref barely has time to get down and started count a s Gabriella kicks out and the two ladies start to exchange quick pinfall attempts in an attempt to catch other by surprise neither own willing to stay down for even a one count as the Referee starts to lose track of what is going on the two Ladies part and it’s Pandora who ties for the TANK GIRL knee Gabriela manages to block the move by moving to one side and cracking her in the face s turns around with the La Tijera! both ladies stay down however as the constant, frantic pace is starting to show}Vasco Diaz: And here we see where condition plays into it, I wouldn’t mind testing these ladies conditioning.. Terri Morasco: You say that knowing full well one of these women is hanging around Spike Kane. Vasco Diaz: I like to live dangerously. {Gabriella Realises the cover might well be useless and starts to pick herself up glaring down as Pandora to smack the back of her head, once, twice then again as she starts to pull her up by her hair pointing to the opposite Rope As she runs that direction , Pandora is not far behind and barely gives Gabriela time to breath Hitting the Tank Girl knee as Gabriela hits the ropes! Pan’s momentum about carries her over the top rope as Gabriella collapses and she catches herself on the apron Gabriella in an effort to not be Pinned has also rolled to the Apron, Pandora takes a moment to assess the situation –finally- Giving the finger gun ‘p-p-p POW’! taunt as she climbs back into the ring and goes to grab Gabriella by the head herself whatever grand design Pan has is cut off by a snapping kick to the head as Pandora stumbles around and Gabriela seizes her chance by hitting the Heels over Head Springboard dragonrana!}ONE…. TWO… Threeee oooh mi god no! PANDORA KICKS OUT WITH INCHES TO SPARE! Terri Morasco: How Is Pandora holding on here?! Vasco Diaz: Grit, determination, stubbornness, stupidity.. pick a word {Gabriela starts to freak out a bit as Pan kicks out of her move getting frustrated as she hooks Pan up only for Pandora to kick out again as Gabriela starts to swear in Spanish and pull Pandora up near a corner motioning to the crowd Before picking Pan Up to hit Clavo Aereó Lifting DDT Stomping Pandora few times before she starts to Climb the ropes pausing to shake her leg off with a few curse as Pandora stirs Pandora moves at the last minute as she goes for the Phoenix splash, reflexes saving Gabriela as she rolls to her feet but still hops a bit as Gabriela charges to still recovering Pandora, Pan lifts a boot Gabriella charges around and Pan runs in to Hit the BEAT DROP Laying Gabriela out Pan doesn’t waste much time as Gabriela rolls onto her back to ALSO Hit the RED SUN laying across Gabriela for the Pin!}ONE… TWO… THREEE!!! Terri Morasco: Pandora retains! She’s done it! Vasco Diaz: She about unloaded the kitchen sink to do it though. Alison Valance: Here is your winner and STILL IWF Diamonds Champion PANDORA FREEMAN! Terri Morasco: It’s time for one hell of a tag team match Vasco! Vasco Dias: Oh yeah! Mike Laszlo and Cable Arcane go up against Spike Kane and Roberto Verona! Terri Morasco: Arguably four of the greatest Imperial Champions the company has ever had. {"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.}Vasco Dias: And here comes Mr I Beat Angel. { 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 spot light shining down on him in the darkness. Finally Cable rolls his head to crack his neck and starts to make his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face, completely ignoring the crowd. As he reaches the steps he climbs up, taking his time before climbing into the ring one leg at a time. He marches to the center of the ring and throws both fists up into the air to a mix reaction from the crowd. }Terri Morasco: And his partner the former and only two time Imperial Champion. {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.}Terri Morasco: Now here’s the next real Imperial Champion Terri, The GOD of Xtreme. { The lights in the arena all go out at "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare out of the PA system. Spotlights begin to scan the crowd before fixating on a figure at the top of the stage which is revealed to be Roberto Verona, his head bowed towards the floor. As cheers being to resonate around the arena Verona raises his head and he begins a slow methodical march down the ramp, the spotlight following him as golden pyro rains down from above on the stage. Verona stares with disgust at the crowd who cheer him as he approaches the ring, but he doesn't react to them. As he reaches the steps he slowly ascends them before walking towards the middle of the ring apron, turning around to look into the crowd one last time before looking up and closing his eyes as he stretches his arms out wide and basks in the adulation. After indulging himself Verona climbs into the ring, psyching himself up as he awaits the beginning of the match. }Vasco Dias: Can you feel this Terri? How can the ring contain such talent? Terri Morasco: I know Vasco, four of the best IWF has to offer. Vasco Dias: No, I mean Roberto Verona is in the ring! {Inside the ring Mike Laszlo and Spike Kane seem to be starting for their respective teams, the referee calls for the bell and the two men begin to circle each other. Laszlo reaches in for a lock up and Spike does the same. The two lock up and a test of strength begins. Laszlo almost looks like he’s about to gain the advantage when Spike drops to a knee and takes Mike over with a firemans carry, he hooks the arm of Laszlo and wrenches it as he goes over. Spike twists the arm and drops a leg down onto the same arm in the process.}Terri Morasco: Mike was prepared to go toe to toe with Spike, but Spike took the easy way out. Vasco Dias: It’s called wrestling Terri, Spike was wrestling. {Laszlo reaches out towards his corner but Spike still has his arm. Kane rises to his feet and drags Laszlo up too, but Laszlo slaps his own shoulder before swiftly ducking underneath Spikes and pulling him in for a snap short arm clothesline taking Kane down. Spike rises right back to his feet and charges at Laszlo who catches him with an impressive overhead belly to belly suplex. The momentum makes Spike stumble back to his feet, and he stumbles to the corner, leaning into it. Laszlo looks around and sees him, as the crowd roar.}Terri Morasco: Mike Laszlo is coming out of the gate like a house on fire! Vasco Dias: This must be part of Spike’s master plan. {Laszlo points at Spike before charging at the corner, diving up for the knee to the face, but Spike literally falls out of the corner to dodge it, and Laszlo crashes into the turnbuckle. Mike rolls backwards and towards his corner, tagging in Cable Arcane to a pretty big roar from the crowd. Spike had pulled himself to his feet and was just making his way to his corner when Cable hits him with a leg sweep and then locks in an STF!}Vasco Dias: No! Stop him Verona!!! Terri Morasco: Cable could have it right here! {Spike shouts out in pain as Cable wrenches the hold. Kane reaches out for his partner, as Verona extends his hand for the tag….Spike is almost there….almost...and then...VERONA PULLS HIS HAND AWAY!!! Spike can’t believe it, he buries his head in his hands as Verona smirks at him, while Cable wrenches on the STF. Spike raises his hand once more, looking like he’s going to tap.}Vasco Dias: What is going on!? Why didn’t Verona tag in!? Terri Morasco: I have no idea Vasco, I don’t pretend to know what goes on in the mind of Roberto Verona. {Just as it looks like Spike is going to tap he reaches for the ropes and grabs a hold, defiantly. The referee tells Cable to break the hold, and for a moment it looks like he’s not going to, but as the ref begins to count him, he does. Throwing Spike down, and backing off. As Spike lays on the mat, amongst his sweat breathing deep, Verona leans down, and tags himself in.}Vasco Dias: Now he wants in!? Terri Morasco: I guess he wants some of Cable after all. {With Cable’s back turned Verona climbs into the ring and attacks him with a double axe handle, taking the former Imperial Champion down. Cable taken by surprise falls forwards and Verona follows him down slamming several fists and kicks on him as he does. The crowd boo wildly at his actions, but it doesn’t stop Verona, if anything, it just makes him smile that much more.}Vasco Dias: I guess he had a plan after all. {Verona backs off and waits for Cable to get to his knees and as he does he explodes from the corner, nailing Cable with the Veni, Viidi, Vici! He scrambles for the pinfall and the referee slides in for the count…..ONE! ….TWO! ….THR-NO! Mike Laszlo pulls Roberto Verona off of Cable Arcane! Laszlo dusts off his hands and walks back to his corner. Verona looks around to Spike, as if to ask him why didn’t you stop him, and Spike simply smirks and shrugs.}Terri Morasco: Laszlo saved his team there, and Spike repaid Verona for earlier in the match. {Verona walks over to Spike and begins shouting at him, telling him to do what he’s told, and that he is his boss. Spike starts to shout back, and Verona outright slaps Spike in the face! The referee acknowledges it as a tag! Spike climbs through the ropes and gets right in Veronas face. Meanwhile Cable regroups with Laszlo, after tagging him in. Spike and Verona are shouting at each other, but notice the charing threat of Cable and Laszlo. Spike kicks Cable in the gut and hits him with the Thunderstruck! Laszlo and Verona are duking it out, Spike spins Laszlo around and hits him with a Thunderstruck too! Just as he’s about to start celebrating VERONA HITS SPIKE WITH THE IDES OF MARCH!}Vasco Dias: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? Terri Morasco: Spike and Verona had this won, but Verona just nailed Spike with the Ides of March, perhaps sending a message to Spike Kane. {Verona stands tall in the ring, sneering down at the three men, before dragging Spike slowly to his corner, stepping out of the ring, and tagging himself in. Cable has rolled to the apron and is slowly making his way to his corner. Verona rushes into the ring to cover Mike Laszlo, the referee goes for the cover…..ONE! …..TWO! ….THREE-NO!!! MIKE LASZLO KICKS OUT!!!! The crowd are on their feet roaring with cheers as Laszlo kicks out and keeps the match alive. Roberto cannot believe it.}Terri Morasco: Laszlo kicked out of the Thunderstruck! Vasco Dias: Well, I mean...he did have time to recover and everything… Terri Morasco: Stop sucking up Vasco. {Cable pulls himself up on his side, as Spike, still slightly dazed pulls himself up on his side too. Roberto is on his knees in the ring, still shocked that Laszlo kicked out, but more annoyed than anything. Mike is on his side, taking deep breaths and trying to get his energy back.}
{ Roberto Verona and Mike Laszlo are squaring off, both a little worn this far in the match. Cable is leaning against the turnbuckle, grasping the tag rope, Spike is shaking the cobwebs out over on the opposite side. The big screen lights up as a production truck is shown, on fire. The four men stop, and look up.}
Vasco Dias: "Good god...someone call the Fire Department!"
Terri Morasco: "What the hell is going on."
{"Rebirth" by Bone Thugz-N-Harmony plays over the loud speaker, as Xavier Cross slowly walks out clapping his hands together, a microphone in hand.}
Xavier Cross: "Who doesn't love a good fire? I mean... c'mon now, a nice end of June, breaking summer in bonfire! But of course...I mean, that's a very expensive fire..."
{He looks up at his shoulder as he begins laughing, pointing at the screen.}
Xavier Cross: "Whoa...whoa...what's with the looks? I didn't do that. Well, not by myself anyway...now that I have your attention, let me explain why I'm out here to interrupt this little four corner jerk off session to make a point."
{He pops up on the ring apron and immediately Roberto Verona is in his face. Cross smiles as he holds the microphone.}
Xavier Cross: "Calm down Bobby V...No one was in the truck, at least I think..but who are we kidding I don't care. More so...I've always been a fan of quantity, over quality that's why I'm out here right? I mean, I wouldn't want to interrupt the precious Imperial Title match, cripple Jake Conway and retire him out to pasture. Break that pretty little face of Andrew Jacobsen....no no, I'd rather deal with four of the largest egos in the industry. Surrounded by former champs, self-proclaimed hall of famers...Say, Spike? How deep does one's throat have to be to get into the hall of fame...Again, I assume the quantity of quality. Easy...easy...Now, I'm here to send a message, and that message is clear..."
{Cross raises his hand and gives Roberto Verona the middle finger right into the face. Verona goes to swing but is grabbed by the legs, and ripped out of the ring between Cross's legs. Cross throws the microphone hitting the ref in the face knocking him out cold. Cross springboards onto the top rope and across the ring tackling Mike Laszlo. The camera pans up to see Jason Sandman throwing rights and lefts wildly onto Roberto Verona, who is keeping his hands up trying to protect. Cable goes in to grab Cross, but the camera quickly zooms in on him, as it's beeing thrown like a dart catching Cable in the back of the head. Kole Kaos leaps over the apron a shaken cameraman looking at him, as he pushes him into the ring steps with such force with only one arm. Reaching in, he looks to finish his job, grabbing Cable by the leg dragging him out of the ring. Spike seizes the chance to leap in, grabbing Cross he pushes him off into the corner before laying into him with kicks to the midsection.}
Vasco Dias: "What the hell is going on! Things are flying across the ring, Kole Kaos and Jason Sandman are beating the hell out of Cable and Verona! This is pure chaos!"
Terri Morasco: "Spike is laying the boots to Cross, he comes Laszlo to help him. Looks like Cross bit off more than he can chew."
{Laszlo and Spike put their differences aside for the moment, before beating down Cross in the corner. Leaping over the barricade, Ulf Hednir slides into the ring. He looks at Spike Kane, then Mike Laszlo, then Xavier Cross who is busted open above his eye. Cross mouths the words help to Ulf, looking defeated for a moment. A fire lights in Ulf as he steps forward, Spike cuts him off with a big right, but Ulf ducks and charges lifting Spike up, tackling him outside the middle rope. Kole is throwing knees into the forehead of Cable, before tossing him shoulder first into the barricade, moving it back about a foot. Sandman has Verona's guard broken, throwing hard forearm shots into the head of the bossman. Cross drops down, headbutting Mike Laszlo right in the dick, causing Mike to stagger back clutching his groin.}
Vasco Dias: "Now Ulf Hednir! Kid make a name for yourself, but did you sell your soul to the devil?"
Terri Morasco: "Well the devil is taking forearm shots from Death over there...so...watch out!"
{Terri is just in time, as Cable is thrown across the announce table, scattering her and Vasco. Kole grabs a TV monitor chucking it down like a ball as it hits Cable in the chest. Kole begins beating on the announce table wildly. Cross looks up, staggering a bit over to the ring rope.}
Xavier Cross: "Get it ready big guy!"
{Cross turns and begins laying the boots to Mike Laszlo, as Ulf is outside the ring exchanging punches with Spike Kane. Verona has slipped out of Sandman's hold, as he signals for security to start coming, his face red, blood running out of his mouth. Jason sees the security team run out from behind the curtain, he pulls a trigger out of his tights hitting a button. Stage pyro explodes, leaving a small trail of green flames in its wake keeping security at bay.}
Jason Sandman: "C'mere boss, I wanna talk about a raise!"
{Sandman charges at Verona, tackling him into the metal sides of the barricade, as he begins to rain a hard elbow down, trying to break Verona's orbital bone. Kole has cleared off the Greek Announce table, and the Croatation announce table, off to the sides. He reaches under the ring, pulling out a stage liquid before pouring it on the second world language announce tables. Ulf is backed into the barricade, as Spike has his thumbs over the young man's eyes, trying to gouge them out. Cross sees this, as he leaps over the top rope, running across the apron he dives forward hitting a knee to the side of Kane's head. Ulf looks visibly shaken up, as Cross gets up patting him on the shoulder.}
Cross: "You okay kid? This is what I meant...I'd say did you see it, but asshole tried to poke 'em out.."
{Ulf gathers himself, before shaking his head as he sends a hard kick into the side of Spike Kane. Kole whistles, getting Cross's attention. Cross leaps on the ring ropes, looking at Mike Laszlo for a moment, still clutching his nutsack. Cross picks up the microphone standing on top the still unconscious referee.}
Xavier Cross: "Ladies and Gentlemen... I promise you I'd burn this company to the ground, and I don't see any better way of doing that then with these four. So for your savage entertainment, we have chosen a nonessential set of announce tables, unless of course, you don't speak English, but then who really give's a shit? I will show you just how spectacularly they burn...Kole! Sandman!"
{Cross reaches into his tights, tossing a flip lighter down to Ulf. Sandman joins the fray, grabbing Spike Kane, he begins biting at his forehead, before pushing him down next to Cable. Kole sends a hard kick to the chin of Spike Kane, before nodding at Sandman. Cross slides out of the ring getting to the opposite side of Kole. Cross grabs Cable, pushing him to Kole, who bends him over in front of the Greek Announce Table. Ulf looks at Cross, who nods, as Ulf ignites the table, as a wicked green flame ignites from the top. Sandman, Kole, and Cross look at each other before nodding as they lift Cable up into a triple powerbomb slamming him through the table. The fire lights up for a moment but is quickly put out by the ring crew, Kole pushes one, who folds like a lawn chair.}
Xavier Cross: "One down, three to go..."
{Cross grabs Spike by the hair, looking at him a smile etched across his face. But Spike is lucid enough to throw a hard left into the head of Cross knocking him backwards. Kole sends a hard knee into the gut of Spike Kane. Ulf looks up at the ramp seeing the fire has died down.}
Ulf Hednir: "Security is coming, we got to go!"
{Cross looks up, obviously annoyed. Before pointing at the crowd.}
Xavier Cross: "Go! Now!"
Kole Kaos: "We can take them!"
Xavier Cross: "Sure we can big guy, but there's more fun in getting away, they'll send more after us...Then you can have your blood bath."
Jason Sandman: "A blood bath, I'll bring my uni-bomber rubber ducky."
{The four men leap into the crowd, before racing up the steps. Cross stops a moment, as the camera focuses on him, as he takes a bow. Before running along with his crew mates.}
Vasco Dias: "By god...what have they done..."
Terri Morasco: "We need EMTS...Cable Arcane looks seriously hurt..."
{Spike staggers a bit, looking up into the crowd at the escaped attacks. Verona, who is a torn up a bit gets to him, pointing at security to chase after them. The two slowly look down at Cable, then at each other, as the pick him up throwing him into the ring.}
Vasco Dias: "Changing gears, that's why they are they best in the business..."
Terri Morasco: "They're really going to keep going after that vicious assault?"
Vasco Dias: "You can't count these men out, they're superheroes! Nothing can stop them!"
The match picks up about two thirds of the way through…Terri Morasco: This match has gone back and forth, and ladies and gentlemen, I swear to you that you’re watching the greatest talent in professional wrestling today. Vasco Dias: You’re damn right! {Both men slowly pull themselves up with the ropes, backing into one another, startling each other as they spin around and both connect with right hands to the jaw of the other. Ace seems to have hit a little more flush as Andrew stumbles into the ropes before bouncing off and firing back with a little added momentum. Ace is knocked to a knee before standing back up and firing off a shot of his own. Andrew stumbles back again, dropping to a knee before standing back up and hitting yet another shot that turns Ace around, but he fires off a SUPERKICK TO THE FACE OF ANDREW!}Terri Morasco: What a shot! Vasco Dias: But look! {Andrew, barely able to stand, fires off a Superkick of his own, flooring the challenger in the center of the ring before collapsing on top of him…
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!}Terri Morasco: How the hell did he pull that off!? Vasco Dias: I don’t have a clue. {The two men lie in a heap as Alison announces the results.}Alison Valance: Here is your winner, AND STILL...IWF IMPERIAL CHAMPION...ANDREEEEW JACOBSEN!!! {The crowd is going nuts as Andrew’s music begins to blare. They chant over it “THAT WAS AWESOME!” The two men slowly roll off in different directions, Ace watching as Jacobsen is handed the title which he holds high overhead, the IWF and Bloody Assizes Logos appearing on the screen before it fades to black.}
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