Battle Grounds VI

Sixteen men....

A series of images flash on the screen, showing the faces of the sixteen men involved in the Battle for the Briefcase tournament. Keith Axel's picture is shown, then tears down the middle. Chris Matthews's face is shown, only to suffer the same fate. Tyson Rowle's face is shown before tearing down the middle. The same happens to James Shark.

One winner...

The remaining competitors are shown on screen.

One briefcase...

The images fade, showing a picture of the IWF Championship briefcase.

At Isolation....one man will stand alone...

The Isolation logo appears on screen, then fades into the Battle for the Briefcase logo.

Tonight...four more will be eliminated.



Fire explodes out of the four ring corners, and fireworks begin exploding up either side of the ramp before sending a massive fireworks display on the stage. A jet of flame erupts on the stage, reaching up to the screen, where the IWF Phoenix logo appears. The camera pans across the crowd, taking in some of their signs.

"CHUK MATHEWS IZ HART ATTAK SPESHALIST!" "WOOP WOOP! WOO...where'd you go?" "I'm Chad Mason, AND I'M.......AWKWARD!" "ESS DEE 4 PREZ" "Around Titus Black, Never Relax!" "Y SO SRS?" "Insurgency Wrestling in Iraq: Worst. Idea. Ever."

The camera shows Anna Macdonald and Chuck Matthews, sitting at the announce table.

Chuck - Man, I love our fans.

Anna - Apparently, you're a heart attack specialist.

Chuck - I know CPR! You open you shirt, press down on their chest, give mouth-to-mouth....perhaps a visual aid-

Anna - Don't even think about it.

Chuck - No harm in trying. ANYWAY! Onto the show! Interesting night ahead of us. For some reason, the powers that be have decided, in their infinite wisdom, not to book any stars this week. It's a card full of LOSERS!

Anna - I thought you were one of the "powers that be?"

Chuck - Oops...

Anna - And I for one think tonight is a great night! None of the guys competing tonight have been seen as main event guys. This is their chance to really prove themselves, put on a great show, and show the world that they're the big deals here, not guys like Brandon or Corey!

Chuck - We'll see how it goes, I guess. In any case, the first match tonight pits-

"Not Afraid" by Eminem plays through the arena. Tyson Rowle walks out onto the stage, holding a steel chair in his hand. People boo him as he shakes his head, storming down to the ring. He grabs a mic off the steps as he climbs into the ring. He unfolds the chair, and takes a seat in the middle of the ring. The crowd continues to boo.

Tyson Rowle
I don't think you people understand the seriousness of what's going on here.

The crowd slowly quiets down.

Tyson Rowle
All week, this show has been hyped up as the show for the upcomers. The show for the rising stars of this business. And yet, I look at the card...and I don't have a match.

"LOSER" "LOSER" "LOSER" "LOSER"

Tyson Rowle
You don't know how wrong you are. See, I'm not a loser. In fact...I'm the biggest rising star this industry has. Bigger than Sean Libby. Bigger than Vincent Van Rose. Bigger than Bryant Tanner. I'm the next big thing in this industry, whether you like it or not. And I DEMAND I be given a match tonight, and I will not leave this ring until I have it!

The crowd starts to boo.

Chuck - Fucking Christ...

Anna - Can he do that?

Chuck - No...but who's gonna stop him?

Anna - Security?

Chuck - You don't watch much wrestling do you? Security is only there for crowd control. You'd need like, 50 of them to take down a wrestler. It's kinda funny, actually.

The crowd continues to boo as Tyson sits in the ring.

"STOP THIS MADNESS!"

Rick walks out onto the stage.

Rick Christian
What do you think you're doing?

Tyson stares at Rick, frowning.

Tyson Rowle
I'm demanding that you utilize your fastest rising new star, or you'll have some problems. And until you do so, I'm not moving.

Rick smiles.

Rick Christian
Well...see, that's funny, because as of this past Thursday, IWF signed it's newest acquisition. A new star looking to rise to the top.

Tyson Rowle
Oh yeah?

Rick Christian
I think we have a conflict of interest here, Tyson. You think you're the fastest rising new star...I have a gentleman in the back that thinks HE's the fastest rising new star...I think we see the problem here. But don't you worry your little head about it, Rowle, because I have an idea that will RAKE IN THE RATINGS!

"Like a G6" by Far East Movement starts playing through the arena. A young man steps out behind Rick, standing next to him on the stage, his arms folded across his chest.

Rick Christian
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you the newest star in IWF, hand picked by yours truly! Ladies and gentlemen.....MATTHEW YOUNG!

Matt raises his fist in the air, to the cheers of the crowd.

Rick Christian
Tyson? You wanted a match tonight? Meet your opponent. Because that match is happening.....right now.

Chuck - WHAT?

Anna - The first match of the night was scheduled to be Bryant Tanner against Titus Black...but it looks like Rick has other plans!

Matt runs down to the ring, sliding in, and the two immediately begin trading blows. A referee jogs to the ring and calls for the bell, officially starting the match.


Tyson Rowle [vs] Matt Young

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Matt pushes Tyson to the ropes, and whips him to the opposite side. Tyson rebounds off and Matt takes him down with a hiptoss. Tyson immediately gets to his feet, and turns around. Matt runs forward and clotheslines Tyson, dumping him over the top rope. Tyson rolls towards the commentary table, holding the back of his head. Matt runs to the corner and jumps up to the middle rope, looking down at Tyson with a smirk.

Chuck - New guy starting VERY well!

Anna - Matt Young making a debut here...but is this really fair? I mean, Tyson is fighting a match against a man who he knows nothing about, and he's not even dressed to compete!

Chuck - Not true! Tyson and Matt had a long history in wrestling, and this match tonight is just adding to a great rivalry spanning across different companies. And you can't say Tyson's at a disadvantage. If you're going to sit in the ring until you get a match, you'd better be ready to compete on the drop of a hat!

Tyson gets to his feet as Matt climbs to the top rope. Matt dives off with a moonsault, taking Tyson down. The referee starts counting them out.

"1" "2"

Matt and Tyson both get to their feet. Matt grabs Tyson by the head, and throws him towards the steps. Tyson crashes into it, rolling over it. Matt circles around the steps, lifting Rowle to his feet.

"3" "4"

Tyson digs his thumb into Young's eye.

Anna - Oh, come on! That was totally uncalled for!

Chuck - And?

Anna - And...he should be disqualified!

Chuck - Too bad.

Tyson lifts Matt in a suplex. He holds him there and slowly turns, then completes the suplex, bringing Matt crashing onto the steps.

"5" "6" "7"

Tyson gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Matt grabs the apron, using it to try and get up.

"8"

Matt climbs up into the ring. Tyson immediately runs forward, stomping Matt into the canvas. The referee pulls Tyson away, letting Matt get up. Matt runs towards Tyson, taking him down with a clothesline. Matt rebounds off the opposite ropes as Tyson gets to his feet. Matt takes Tyson down with a second clothesline. Tyson scrambles to his feet and turns, only to get taken down with a third clothesline. Matt runs at Tyson a fourth time, but Tyson ducks the clothesline attempt. Matt springboards off the ropes, looking to hit a moonsault. Tyson ducks beneath Matt. Young completes the backflip, landing on his feet behind Tyson. He rolls Tyson up, pinning him.

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-2-

Tyson kicks out.

Chuck - Very impressive series of moves from Mr. Young.

Anna - He's energetic, he's quick, agile...he's having a very good show in his first match here.

Tyson gets to his feet. He and Matt tie up in the center of the ring. Tyson lifts Matt and powers him down with a scoop slam. He immediately drops an elbow across Matt's chest, then gets to his feet before dropping another one. He grabs Matt's legs, looking for a boston crab.

Chuck - Tyson Rowle starting to pick up a bit of momentum.

He rolls Matt onto his stomach, locking in a boston crab. He immediately begind putting pressure on the hold. Matt cries out, reaching for the ropes. He pushes himself onto his elbows, trying to crawl for the ropes. He reaches out for them, and manages to throw his arm over the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break, but Tyson refuses to let go.

"1" "2" "3" "4" "5!"

The referee calls for the bell.

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Megan O'Day - The winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification...MATT YOUNG!

Tyson shoves the referee, yelling at him about the decision. Matt gets up, walking towards Tyson. He drives his forearm into the back of Tyson's head, and wraps his arm around Tyson's neck. He runs up the turnbuckle, backflipping off it, and taking Tyson down hard. Matt climbs back onto the top rope, looking down at Tyson. He leaps off with a 450 Splash, landing across Tyson before getting to his feet.

Chuck - DAMN.

Anna - I don't think Matt was happy with that match...but he's standing tall regardless! What a move there!

Chuck - Welcome to IWF, Matt Young!


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The show cuts to the backstage area, where Gunther stands with a young man with a mohawk.

Gunther
Hello, I am the incredibly sexy Gunther, and I am standing here with a young man with an incredibly unsexy haircut, Mr....I am sorry, but Gunther does not know your name, Mr. Unsexy Haircut.

Jackky Dane
What did you just call me, assmaggot? My name is NOT Mr. Unsexy haircut. Unsexy isn't even a word! No, my name is Jackky Dane. You will remember my name. Because it is the name of a future champion.

Gunther looks at his reflection in a mirror being held by one of the Sunshine Girls. He pulls out a tiny comb and starts combing his moustache as Jackky Dane talks.

Jackky Dane
I am the awesome one. The most awesome force to ever enter IWF. Next week, I will make my debut, and all of these losers will bow to the awesomeness that is....are you even listening?

Gunther turns around, revealing his right cheek covered in shaving cream. He looks at the razor in his hand.

Gunther
Gunther is looking very sexy.

Jackky Dane
You assmaggot, how dare you disrespect me. I am the awesome one! I am the-

Jackky is interrupted by a hand on his shoulder. He turns to see a Japanese man dressed in a white kimono standing there.

Jackky Dane
And who is this? Don't you know this is MY interview time? You disrespectful shit. I am-

The man shakes his head, and puts his hand in Jackky's face. He turns around, and starts to walk away.

Jackky Dane
I'M TALKING TO YOU!

He grabs the man's shoulder, but he flips Jackky onto his back with an armdrag. He stares at Dane for a moment, then takes a small black ball out of a pouch at his waist. He throws it at the ground, sending up a cloud of black smoke. When the smoke clears, he's gone. Gunther walks back into the shot, still holding his razor.

Gunther
Well...that was a most sexy display. Gunther signing off. Back to you two.

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Chuck - What the FUCK just happened?

Anna - I....have no idea.

Chuck - This place is going to the dogs.

Anna - I wouldn't say that...but there are certainly some characters joining our ranks. Some more interesting than others.

Chuck - Mohawks are stupid.

Anna - .....what?

Chuck - Forget it. Let's just move on to the next match.

Anna - Up next, we have Bryant Tanner taking on Titus Black.

Chuck - This place is going to the dogs...

Anna - You said that already.

The funky beats of "Do it for Love" boom through the PA as red, white and gold lights flash and strobe in tune to the beat.

Love (love love)
We can do it for fun (fun fun fun)

We can do it for love (love love love love)

As the first bit of the bridge kicks in, Bryant steps out into the arena. He raises his arms back and gold pyro rains down on him. Then he does a little salute to the crowd before walking down towards the ring.

Megan O’Day- This match is scheduled for oone-fall! Introducing at this time...…From Tucson, Arizona…weighing in at 260 pounds…BRYANT TANNER!

Anna - Last week, this man was on the receiving end of a beatdown...by the same guy he's facing tonight.

Chuck - An attack well deserved!

Anna - Apparently, you had something to do with it.

Chuck - I NEVER SAID THAT OUT LOUD!

The opening of 30 Seconds to Mars cover of Kayne West’s “Stronger” starts up, the lights dim to an orange ambiance, and some fans pull out multi-colored glow sticks and start to wave them in rhythm to the music. Jared Leto starts singing and the fans start to murmur, when the drum kicks in, Titus Black steps out holding his “Dark Horse” pointing at the fans who keep waving their glow sticks in the air, he pans the crowd and finishes up pointing to the ring at his opponent.

He twirls the cane in a flourish, and catches it and makes his way towards the ring chattering with fans the whole way down. When he reaches the ring he climbs the ring steps and wipes his feet on the outside as respect for fallen warriors that stepped into the ring before him and he sets the Dark Horse down and steps through the ropes and focuses for the match.

Megan O'Day - And the opponent...from Battle Mountain, Nevada...weighing in at 235 pounds....give it up for TITUS BLACK!!!

Chuck - Titus Black, certainly an interesting individual.

Anna - I like his cane.

Chuck - You want to see MY cane?

Anna - I meant his wooden cane.

Chuck - Oh believe me...it's wood, all right...

Anna - THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!

The referee looks from Bryant to Titus, and back. He calls for the bell, starting the match.


Bryant Tanner [vs] Titus Black

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Titus and Bryant meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands. They circle around each other for a few moments.

Chuck - THIS IS BORING.

Anna - It's been ten seconds!

Chuck - They're just circling each other!

Anna - You're not an MMA fan are you?

Titus and Bryant tie up in the middle of the ring, trying to overpower each other. Titus throws Bryant's arm around his neck and lifts him, bringing Tanner down with a snap suplex. He immediately goes for a cover.

-1-

Bryant kicks out. The two tie up again. Bryant takes Titus down with an arm drag, immediately transitioning into an abdominal stretch. Titus tries to squirm out of the hold. Bryant brings his fist crashing down into Titus's ribs. Titus stamps his foot, trying to get back to his feet. Tanner sends another stiff shot to Black's side. Titus uses his free arm to elbow Bryant in the gut. He sends a second elbow, breaking the hold. Titus gets to his feet. Titus whips Bryant to the ropes. Bryant rebounds off, and shoulder blocks Titus, taking Black down. Black gets to his feet immediately. They circle each other again.

Chuck - Interesting series of moves.

Anna - These two are putting on a very technical match so far.

The two meet in the center again. Titus takes a step back before the tie up, instead sending a stiff uppercut which causes Tanner to stumble back. Titus runs to the ropes and rebounds off, grabbing Bryant's neck from behind and taking him down with a bulldog. He quickly covers.

-1-

-2-

Tanner kicks out.

Anna - He almost had it that time.

Chuck - Yeah. Almost. What do we know about almost's?

Anna - Oh, quiet.

Bryant gets to his feet. Titus moves towards him, but Bryant sends a hard kick to the gut. He takes a step back, and fires off a superkick, catching Titus right under the jaw. Titus falls to the mat, and Bryant immediately goes for a pin.

-1-

-2-

Titus kicks out.

Anna - HUGE kick there.

Chuck - Whatever.

Anna - I don't get your issues with him.

Chuck - He thinks he's so great! Goes on about this "family legacy." Who gives a rat's ass about his legacy? Who cares about him at all?

Anna - These fans do, for one.

Chuck - Yeah? I don't. The kid annoys me. I hope Titus Black annihilates him here.

Bryant lifts Titus to his feet, and gets him positioned for a powerbomb. He lifts him in the powerbomb, and turns towards Chuck again. Chuck flips him off.

Anna - He's looking for the Notorious Driver.

Chuck - "He's looking for the Notorious-" FUCK YOU ANNA.

Titus delivers a flurry of punches to Bryant's head. Bryant stumbles a bit, struggling to hold Titus up. Titus continues raining down shots. Bryant falls back, Titus landing on him. Titus doesn't get off Tanner, instead grabbing Bryant's leg, going for a pin.

-1-

Bryant tosses Titus off. Titus gets to his feet. Bryant charges, looking for a second shoulder block. Titus sidesteps it, and Bryant collides with the referee, taking him out.

Anna - The ref is out!

Chuck - You know what this means? SOMEONE IS GOING TO WIN UNCONVINCINGLY!

Anna - ...Wow, Chuck.

Tanner looks down at the referee, and shakes his head. He turns around as Titus reaches him, taking him down with a hurricanrana. Tanner immediately gets to his feet. Titus runs to the ropes. He rebounds off. Bryant catches him as Titus bounces back, lifting him in a powerbomb and slamming him down hard.

Anna - Wow! HUGE move there!

Bryant drags Titus to the center of the ring, then turns his attention back to the referee, who is slowly starting to move. Bryant stands up, and turns to face Titus, only to be greeted with a huge spear from Chuck Matthews.

Anna - HOLLYWOOD IMPACT?! WHAT DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING?!

Chuck stands, and holds his hands up in his signature cornas. He drags Tanner to the center of the ring and slumps Titus over him, then slaps the referee in the face a few times, pointing to the pin. The referee crawls over to them, and lifts his hand, counting the pin.

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-2-




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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Megan O'Day - Here is your winner......TITUS BLACK!

Anna - Damn it, Chuck!

Chuck helps Titus to his feet and raises his arm. Titus looks from Chuck to Tanner and back again, and shrugs.

Anna - I can't believe he's going along with this!

Bryant gets to his feet, and immediately gets in Chuck's face. He shoves Chuck, and the two stare each other down.

Anna - These two have never been in the ring at the same time, but a lot of tension has been building lately...and I think Chuck officially drew first blood with that Hollywood Impact tonight.

Titus walks up behind Chuck and grabs him by the neck, then flips him backwards over his shoulder, driving him skull-first into the mat.

Anna - YES! Chuck Matthews has just been BLACKLISTED!

Titus lifts Chuck to his feet, looking at Tanner. He throws Chuck towards Bryant, who catches him in a powerbomb position. Bryant lifts Chuck in a powerbomb, then drops him, catching him and driving him down with a DDT.

Anna - I've waited so long to see this! NOTORIOUS DRIVER TO CHUCK MATTHEWS!!!

Titus and Bryant stand side by side in the ring, looking down at Chuck, laid out in the ring. Bryant lifts Titus's arm, pointing to him.

Anna - FINALLY!

The camera shows Titus and Bryant celebrating in the ring, with Chuck laid out, as the show cuts to commercial.

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Anna - Welcome back to Battle Grounds! Anna Macdonald, here with....Chuck Matthews.

Chuck - Yeah...

Anna - How's your head?

Chuck - Shut up.

Anna - Before the break, Chuck was taken down a couple of notches by Titus Black and Bry-

Chuck - NEXT MATCH PLEASE!

Anna - He's still mad.

“Bombtrack” by Rage Against the Machine blasts out of the house PA system. Slowly, Tim Patrick walks out from behind the curtain carrying an Irish Flag. Tim Patrick walks to the top of the entrance ramp and then pauses as a smirk appears on his face

Anna- Why is Tim Patrick out here?

Chuck- I don’t know…but he isn’t alone

Connor O’Shannon and Irishman Sean O’Rourke slowly walk out from behind the curtain and stand behind Tim Patrick.

Anna- Well, Connor and Sean O’Rourke are out here…there seems to be two men who are missing though…

"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man"

The sound of “Bat Country” by Avenged Sevenfold blasts out of the house PA speakers. Red and blue pyro begins to shower down from the top of the video screen

Anna- Nevermind

Chuck- Figures that Corey Casey would want his own entrance music

Corey Casey and Vincent Van Rose walk slowly out from behind the curtain. Corey Casey is wearing a suit while VVR is dressed in his wrestling gear. Tim Patrick and the rest of the IIA slowly walk down to the ring

Anna- Tim Patrick has his own little army here

Chuck- I give it a week before Corey’s ego spins out of control and he bails along with VVR

The IIA members walk down to the ring and climb inside except for Tim Patrick. Tim Patrick walks over to the ring announce and grabs a microphone before sliding into the ring

Tim Patrick
Cut the music

Corey Casey’s entrance music cuts and Tim Patrick looks into the camera, the smirk widening on his face

Tim Patrick
Since day one…IWF has been under attack. A group of entitled British jackasses known as the Right Honorable Gentlemen have decided to take it upon themselves to try and control every single aspect of this business. They have interfered in numerous matches, maimed and injured countless superstars…but yet, when it comes to actually getting the job done between the ropes, the RHG has done nothing to merit being this unstoppable force. All of their attacks have consisted of blind siding their target and injuring them either before or after a match.

The crowd applauds and the camera pans around to show a few fans nodding their heads in agreement

Anna- Tim Patrick’s little band of miscreants seems to have the approval of the crowd here tonight

Chuck- That’s a smart move by Tim…getting the crowd on your side can be a valuable asset

Anna- I just don’t get why these people are all applauding a group that has someone like that sick fuck Corey Casey in it

Tim Patrick nods his head and as a determination burns brightly in his eyes

Tim Patrick
I eventually got sick of hearing the RHG run their mouths about how good they are and how they believe that they are superior to everyone else on the roster. I got sick of seeing superstar after superstar be placed on the shelf by this band of arrogant aristocrats. So I decided to go out and try and find a group of guys whom I knew were the best. I decided to go out and try to find a group of guys whom I knew I could count on. I decided to go out and find a group of guys whom I knew were as sick and tired of this band of crumpet eating douchebags as I was…

Tim Patrick steps to the side and motions to Connor O’Shannon, Sean O’Rourke, Vincent Van Rose and Corey Casey

Anna- Why does everyone feel the need to make fun of the fact that the RHG members eat crumpets? THEY’RE BRITISH!

Chuck- WHY CAN’T THEY JUST EAT CRACKERS LIKE THE REST OF US?!

Corey Casey takes a few steps forward and Tim Patrick hands him the microphone

Anna- Oh good, we’re going to hear from IWF’s resident psychopath

Chuck- You do realize he is still your boss right?

Anna-…

The crowd’s applause quiets down a little bit as Corey takes the mic

Corey Casey
It seems that the only member of the Right Honorable Gentlemen that can get shit done between the ropes is my good friend Brandon Macdonald. But even then, Brandon can’t seem to get the job done properly. I see now that the RHG must’ve bribed that ref at Bloody Sunday to count that abortion of a suplex as a Purifier. It has gotten to the point, ladies and gentlemen, that the RHG’s corrupting influence has permeated to all tiers of IWF as a whole.

IWF was introduced to the world a few short months ago. IWF was brought forth from the ashes of a past federation by Chuck Matthews and myself and we were branded Insurgents…rebels…traitors of the highest degree. Let’s look back at history shall we? For nearly all of pre-modern world history, the British Empire was the controlling and dominating force in the world. There was once a saying that stated “the sun never sets on the British Empire.”

The audience begins to boo

Anna- See Casey, they’re booing you!

Chuck- I actually think they’re booing the British Empire

Anna- Whatever…

Corey Casey
The members of the RHG have attempted to re-incarnate that British strangle hold here in IWF. They have tried, and thus far succeeded, in controlling every single aspect of life here in IWF. When Tim Patrick approached VVR and I about joining his new group…the two of us knew that we had found an organization that could stand united against the British tyranny that had begun to establish its self here in IWF.

It is with this goal in mind that we formed the Irish Insurgency Army. A group of dedicated individuals with a proud Irish heritage…a heritage of suffering at the hands of British oppressors…a heritage of fighting against those who would wish us to serve them…a lineage filled with the greatest freedom fighters the world has ever seen.

The crowd jumps to their feet and begin to chant

“IIA!”
“IIA!”
“IIA!”

Anna- It seems like the mob is solidly behind this group of Irish extremists

Chuck- You are so biased towards Brandon it literally kills me a little inside every time you speak

Anna- Wow…harsh…

Meanwhile, in the ring, Corey Casey turns and hands the microphone back to Tim Patrick. Tim Patrick and the rest of the IIA bask in the chanting of the crowd for a few moments before Tim Patrick motions for silence

Tim Patrick
The Irish Insurgency Army is not going to rest until IWF is freed from the tyranny of the RHG. We will not rest until the RHG is banished from the face of…

"Excuse me for just a moment lads!"

The camera pans from the ring to the top of the entrance ramp. Rick Christian walks out from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the entrance ramp

Anna- Rick Christian scares the hell out of me every single time he comes out here

Chuck- Why?

Anna- He’s got no entrance music…he just kind of…appears…

Rick Christian smiles cleverly as he looks down at the gathered IIA members in the ring

Rick Christian
Now gentlemen…I have received a lot of complaints from the fans, members of the roster, and from IWF Management, about the current situation regarding the involvement of the RHG. It has been brought up time and again how I am obsessed with punishing Death-Angel for destroying the careers of superstars and ruining perfectly good matches, but yet I won’t lift a finger to punish the RHG..

Anna- That’s a pretty good point

Chuck- Believe me…you don’t want Rick Christian to lift a finger. RICK CHRISTIAN FINGER LOCK OF DOOM FTW!

Rick Christian
That being said, I have decided that I am going to take it upon myself to right the wrongs of the past. It is with great pleasure that I am officially going to announce the co-main event for Isolation! On one side, we are going to have the Insurgency Irish Army consisting of Tim Patrick, Corey Casey, Connor O’Shannon and Sean O’Rourke. On the other side, we will have the Right Honorable Gentlemen…being represented by Tyson Rowle, Duke Reginald Churchill, William Darlington, and Sir Ian Blackwing!

Anna- Wow

Chuck- What a match that is going to be!

The crowd explodes with cheers and applause. Tim Patrick lifts the microphone up to his mouth and is about to speak when Rick Christian suddenly continues talking

Rick Christian
But this match is going to carry some serious consequences…because the losing team must disband FOREVER! OH THE RATINGS!!!!

Anna- WHAT?!

Chuck- HAHA YES!

Anna- THIS IS BULLSHIT!

Corey Casey smirks while Connor O’Shannon and Sean O’Rourke high five. Tim Patrick laughs wickedly as Rick Christian slowly turns around and walks backstage. Corey Casey and Tim Patrick celebrate in the ring a bit more before slowly stepping out of the ring and walking backstage, leaving Connor O'Shannon, Vincent Van Rose and Sean O’Rourke alone in the ring.

Anna – Up next is our first tournament match of the evening.

Chuck – Vincent Van Rose against Sean LIBBEEEHHHH!!

Anna – His name is O'Rourke now.

Chuck – Do you want me to sit here and scream ROOURKIEEEHH the entire match? Or do you prefer LIBBEEEHHH?

Anna – His name is O'Rourke! Say O'Rourke!

Chuck – Yeah, but that isn't nearly as cool as LIBBEEEEHHH!!

Megan O'Day – The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first. From Knoxville, Tennessee, he weights 285 pounds and stands at 6 feet and 5 inches tall. He is the Southern Sledgehammer....VINCENT VAN ROSE!!!

Anna – That most be the most in detailed introduction Megan has ever given.

Chuck – At least she doesn't sound like she wants to have sex with him. Unlike Darlington and DA and not me

Anna – Vincent Van Rose. The IIA's Hitman.

Chuck – He is not even Irish! Why his he in the IIA!

Megan O'Day – And his opponent, accompanied by Connor O'Shannon...From Dublin, Ireland, he weights in at 193 pounds and stands 5 feet 10 inches tall...He is "The Irishman".....SEAN O'ROURKE!!

Chuck – She is on fire today!

Sean and Vincent meet in the center of the ring and shake hands. They back into their corner and the ref rings the bell.


#6 Sean O'Rourke [vs] #11 Vincent Van Rose
Tournament First Round Match

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Vincent charges at Sean, who ducks under a clothesline from Vincent and runs to the ropes. Sean bounces back and ducks under another clothesline. Sean jumps onto the middle rope and does a springboard moonsault. But Vincent catches Sean in mid air and lays Sean onto his shoulder. Vincent stands for a moment before running forward and slamming Sean down to the mat.

Anna – Southern Sledgehammer already? That was fast.

Chuck – Kinda like Brandon, huh?

Vincent drops down for a pin.

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Connor O'Shannon pulls Sean O'Rourke out of the ring just before the ref can count three.

Chuck – Connor for the rescue!

Anna – Why are you so happy about that?

Chuck – I just want to see a good wrestling match.

Connor splashes some water in the face of Sean and yells something at him. Sean slowly gets to his feet and Connor pats him on the back before he slides back into the ring. Vincent picks up Sean and sends him to the ropes. Sean bounces back and is back body dropped. Vincent kneels down and starts to punch Sean in the face. Vincent then picks up Sean and sends him to the corner. Vincent follows, jumps and squashes Sean in the corner. Sean slumps down to the mat.

Anna – This doesn't look like it is going to be a very good wrestling match.

Chuck – Nah, maybe Connor should just have let Vinnie win this one.

Connor yells at Sean. Vincent picks up Sean and sets him onto the turnbuckle. Vincent punches Sean who almost falls off the turnbuckle. Vincent then climbs up to the middle rope and sets Sean up for a superplex. Vincent steps onto the top rope and lifts Sean high up into the air. Vincent stands on the top rope for a moment, with Sean high in the air, before he leaps off and slams Sean down with a superplex.

Anna – What a superplex!

Chuck – How can such a simple move be so awesome!

Vicent goes for the pin.

-1-

-2-





Sean kicks out.

Anna – Wow! Impressive kick out!

Chuck – LIBBEEEHHH LIVES!!!

Vincent looks at the referee in disbelief. He then turns to Sean and picks him up by the hair. Vincent sets Sean up for the Southern Sledgehammer but Sean manages to slip out. Sean dropkicks Vincent to the back of his knee. Vincent falls down to one knee. Sean runs to the ropes, bounces back and hits Vincent with a Shinning Wizard. Vincent falls onto his back. Sean runs to the ropes and does a springboard moonsault and lands on Vincent. Sean then climbs the top rope and waits for Vincent to get up. Vincent slowly gets to his feet and Sean leaps off the ropes and catches Vincent in a huricanrana and sends him to the middle rope. Vincent hangs on the middle rope and Sean steps onto his back and jumps over the top rope. Sean grabs Vincent's head and knees him to the face as he falls by. Sean lands on his feet and raises his arms.

The fans cheer for him and Connor pats him on the back with a big smile.

Anna – What a comeback!

Chuck – And Connor loves it!

Sean climbs up to the apron and punt kicks Vincent's head. Vincent falls back into the ring and Sean runs up a turnbuckle. Sean leaps off and leg drops Vincent. On the other end of the ring Connor removes a pad from the turnbuckle. He then yells something at Sean. Sean looks at Connor and nods.

Anna – Things don't look so good for Vincent.

Chuck – Make him bleed Sean!!

Sean picks up Vincent. Sean places Vincent's head onto the exposed turnbuckle. Sean then climbs the turnbuckle on the other end of the ring. As the referee looks away Connor grabs Vincent's head and grinds it on the exposed turnbuckle. The ref looks back to the corner and Connor releases his hold. Sean leaps off the turnbuckle and goes for a dropkick to the back of Vincent's head. But Vincent quickly turns around and manages to slam Sean headfirst onto the exposed turnbuckle. The blood runs down Sean's face as he collapses onto his back. Vincent also falls down and lays an arm across Sean's chest.

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-2-





-3-









[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Megan O'Day – Here is your winner. The Southern Sledgehammer, Vincent Van Rose!!!

Chuck - Shitty luck for Sean tonight.

Anna - He tried to cheat, and it backfired!

Chuck - It's not cheating! If you ain't cheating, you ain't trying!

Anna - Whatever you want to call it...it cost Sean the match. And he doesn't look happy.

Sean stares at Connor, confused, as Vinnie celebrates in the ring.

Chuck - Vincent Van Rose is moving on in the tournament...and faces Bryant Tanner...

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The camera cuts to Rick Christian in his locker room, talking on the phone.

Rick Christian
Yeah, we're live now.....WATCH IT! IT'S AMAZING!....What do you mean, Chad Mason is a tool? I'm looking forward to that match later!....as a matter of fact, I DO believe it should be that high on the card...WELL WHO ASKED YOU?!

Rick hangs up angrily. There's a knock on the door.

Rick Christian
Who is it?

The door flies open, and Death-Angel storms in.

Rick Christian
Hey big buddy, how's-

Death-Angel smashes his fists on the desk, cracking it.

Death-Angel
Why don't I have a match, Christian?

Rick smirks.

Rick Christian
Because we ran out of space. Silly Angel.

Death-Angel grabs Rick by the shirt, pulling him out of his chair.

Death-Angel
You've had it out for me since day one. I DEMAND a match. TONIGHT.

Rick frowns.

Rick Christian
You run rampant on MY shows, ruin MY matches, injure MY stars...Sorry big guy. Can't do anything for you....but I suggest you let me go, or we'll have bigger problems than you not having a match.

Death-Angel
Is that a fact?

Rick opens his mouth to speak, but Death grabs him by the throat.

Death-Angel
I've crushed your throat before...you really want me to do it again?

Rick gasps for breath, but manages to get a word out.

Rick Christian
.....fired.

Death-Angel roars, and lifts Rick up, chokeslamming him through the desk. Rick lies in the wreck, not moving. Death-Angel moves to the large bookcase standing against the wall. He pushes it over, bringing the entire bookcase crashing down on top of Rick. Death stares at the scene, at Rick, buried in a pile of books and broken wood from the desk and bookshelves. He heads out of the room, laughing maniacally.

Chuck - And now, here comes a completely unbiased announcing of a match

Anna - Why do I detect sarcasm in your voice?

Chuck - You tell me Anna

Anna - Whatever. Anyways, we've got another Tournament match now, this time it's my brother in law, James Macdonald, taking on Johnny Valentine

Chuck - Anna, my dear, who do you think is going to win?

Anna - I think you already know the answer to that one Chuck

Chuck - Indeed I do

Johnny walks out to the ramp with a sense of confidence with a smug smile and swagger in his step. He's wearing a jacket over his short pink tights. As he walks down the ramp he begins to takes off the jacket leaving only the bare essentials on. He slides in the ring and walks up to the ring announcer looks over as if Johnny just cracked a joke. He throws his jacket at the announcer. "Hold this for me will you". He glances out to the fans as they look back with disgust.

Chuck - Why the fuck did he throw that at me?

Anna - No idea. Maybe he likes you

Chuck - Fuck that. Maybe some fan will want it

The lights in the arena turn off. Down With the Sickness begins to play over the loudspeakers

Do you feel that?

A single spotlight spins around on the crowd, before ending up stopping at the top of the entrance ramp.

Ah Shit

James Macdonald appears at the top of the ramp, standing in the spotlight with his head down and arms crossed. He has a towel covering his head.

Oh ah ah ah ah ah!
Oh ah ah ah ah ah!

James throws his head back, sending the towel flying backwards, and he jumps up, throwing his hands into the air. He begins to walk down the ramp, shouting to the fans.

Och, Och
Och, Och
Och, Och

James gets to the ring and climbs up the staircase. He looks at the fans, before stepping under the top rope and entering the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle.

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give it to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give it to me?)

James climbs up the turnbuckle and stops at the top. He smirks at the crowd, and raises his arms up, before flexing them, showing off his biceps and Buckeye tattoo.

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

James hops down from the turnbuckle and walks to the other side. He hops up and does the same thing, flexing for the other side of the arena.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me

James hops down and walks to the center of the ring. He takes off his shirt and necklace, and gives them to the referee, and then retreats to his corner, waiting for the match to begin.

Anna - The future winner of the Tournament is here!

Chuck -

Anna - What?

Chuck - You know exactly what


#4 James Macdonald [vs] #13 Johnny Valentine
Tournament First Round Match

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Anna - And we are underway!

Johnny runs at James, who ducks underneath his swinging arm He bounces off the ropes, and is grabbed by James and lifted high into the air, and driven spine first into the canvas.

Anna - What a spinebuster by James!

Chuck - It was average, at best.

James picks Johnny up to his feet. He punches him a few times in the stomach. He picks up Johnny over his head, and begins to press his body up and down, while smiling to the fans. He walks over and tosses Johnny out of the ring and onto the floor.

Anna - James is showing incredible strength here. Johnny doesn't stand a chance

Chuck - I actually agree with you there. Surprisingly.

Anna - See? It can happen

James hops put of the ring and picks up Johnny's lifeless body. He rolls him back into the ring, and walks into the corner. He crouches down, and looks over at the announce table. He smiles and points at Chuck, giving him the thumbs up

Chuck - Fuck, not another guy stealing my move

Anna - James does it better

Chuck - NO HE DOESN'T!

As Johnny stands up, James runs full speed and dives at his waist, spearing him hard to the ground. James drops to his knees, but looks at Johnny, who is holding his stomach. James stands back up and picks Johnny up as well.

Anna - He's got something more in mind here

James runs and bounces off the ropes, and dives again, hitting another spear on Johnny. He drops down and grabs the leg of Johnny. The ref drops down to the mat, but is pulled outside the ring. Justine Stone grabs the ref's head and smashes it into the stairs.

Anna- Are you kidding me?!

Chuck - Is that his manager?

Anna - Are you even paying attention?

Chuck - Not really

Justine reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair. She slides into the ring behind James, who is just standing up. He turns around and is blasted in the head with a chair, knocking him down. Justine continues to hit him with chair shots while he's down.

Anna - Someone needs to do something. This is unfair

Chuck - Life ain't fair Anna.

Justine stops and goes over to Johnny, and begins to help him to his feet. He falls back and grabs onto the ropes. Justine walks over to James, who is trying to stand up in the corner. She throws the chair behind her and slaps him in the face.

Anna - Someone do something before I do

Chuck - Take it easy. You can't do anything, you're an announcer.

A woman wearing a hoodie jumps over the crowd barrier and runs into the ring. She grabs the chair that is laying on the mat. As Justine turns around, the woman runs and smashes her in the face with it. Justine falls to the ground, blood pouring out of her nose.

Anna - Yes!

Chuck - Who is that?!

Anna - That's James' girlfriend Keagan!

Keagan walks over to James, who is coming to his senses in the corner. He hugs her quickly, and then sees Johnny slowly climbing the turnbuckle in the other corner. He runs over and punches Johnny in the face.

Anna - James has something big in mind.

Chuck - Indeed he does

He climbs the turnbuckle, and stands at the top, holding Johnny's limp body. He grabs both of his arms in underhooks, and picks Johnny up on his back, so that he is upside down and backwards. He turns back towards the ring, and watches as Keagan lay a chair across the face of Justine.

Anna - This looks dangerous

James jumps off of the turnbuckle, towards Justine, so that the back of Johnny's neck lands directly on the chair that is across the face of Justine. A crack is heard as they land, and James rolls out of the ring, and helps the referee back in.

Anna - Did you hear that crack?!?!

Chuck - I think that was his neck

Anna - Look at both of them! The blood! The neck!

Chuck - It's definitely a broken neck

James runs back over to Johnny, who's neck is hanging at a weird angle. He puts his arm over him as the ref begins to count.

-1-


-2-


-3-


[Ding Ding Ding!]

James runs over and hugs Keagan, as Johnny and Justine lay in the ring, a pool of blood forming beneath the head of Justine. The referee motions for backstage assistance, and a medical team runs out with two stretchers.

Anna - They'll need those out here, asap.

James and Keagan pose for the crowd, who cheer them on. They grab hands and slowly walk off up the ramp and backstage. The medical team slowly brace Johnny's neck and pull him onto the stretcher. They do the same for Justine.

Chuck - Poor Johnny Valentine, and his girlfriend. What did they do to deserve this?

Anna - Whatever it was, I almost feel bad for them

An ambulance comes out from backstage, and both stretchers are loaded into it, before it drives off up the ramp and out of the arena.

The arena lights go out and the jumbotron cuts to a video of Brandon Macdonald, sitting on a beach. He smiles at the camera, as the crowd begins to boo.

Brandon Macdonald
Hey, hey, take it easy. This isn't even live and I can hear you all booing already. Just calm down, and let me talk please.

The booing only increases in the arena.

Brandon Macdonald
As you can see, I'm currently lounging around the beach outside of my lovely island home, nursing the injuries I suffered at the hands of the IIA last week at the end of Battle Grounds. Doctors said that I can't compete in a match for at least a few weeks, so I'm taking some well deserved time off. After main-eventing all but one show in IWF history, I deserve a little break. So I'm taking it now. But before I go back to catching some sun on the beach, I have one message for the IIA. You guys beat me last week. I make no excuses. You put me on the shelf for a few weeks, and you did so with extreme determination. I applaud you for that. The spray paint took hours for me to remove. However, you still put me on the shelf. So now, I owe each and every one of you. Casey, Patrick, Van Rose, O'Shannon, O'Rourke, I'm going to get my revenge on each and every single one of you. You cost me my match, you cost me time away from wrestling. Now, it's only fair that I return the favour.

Brandon sat up in the chair and leaned into the camera.

Brandon Macdonald
Watch your backs

Chuck - So in other words, Brandon is faking his injuries to get time off to think of what to do next

Anna - No, he's actually injured.

Chuck - I don't believe it

Anna - It's he truth

Chuck - Prove it

Anna - He's injured enough that he couldn't, you know, all week

Chuck - He hurt his head so badly that he couldn't have sex?!?! Is that even possible?

Anna - He has a concussion Chuck. It is possible. Trust me. Anyways, moving on to our next match.

“Save Me” hit’s the speakers, and the fans cheer wildly as Chad walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the audience, and makes his way down to the ring, stopping to high five a few of his younger fans, and give his number to some people. He stops when he approaches the ring, and removes his shades, placing them on the face of a young child in the front row, before running towards the ring and leaping to the apron, sliding on his knees. He climbs the outside of the corner, and raises his hands in his Lethal Imperative pose before vaulting himself over the top rope into the ring, smiling widely.

Chuck - Here comes Chad Mason. The Upset Messiah!

Anna - Would this really be considered an upset? I mean, how in the hell is Blackwing Jr. the number 2 seed?

Chuck - True, but its still an upset!

Sir Ian Blackwing walks out from behind the curtain and is met by the boos from the crowd. Ian raises his arms and taunts the crowd. Sir Ian Blackwing walks down the ramp and ignores the boos. He walks up the stairs and enters the ring through the ropes. Ian climbs a turnbuckle and stares at the crowd for a while before smiling to the camera as he prepares to sin with a grin.

Anna - And here comes the number 2 seed, Ian Blackwing

Chuck - I'm excited for this match

Anna - Why? They both suck

Chuck - Yeah, but two guys who suck fighting each other will make a good match. It's like a double negative

Anna - Okay........

Chuck - Trust me Anna. I have seen a lot of shitty wrestlers fight.


#2 Ian Blackwing [vs] #15 Chad Mason
Tournament First Round Match

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Both men move towards each other in the ring. The referee stops Ian and motions for him to remove a ring from his finger. The referee pulls Ian over to the corner, where he takes it off and throws it to the outside of the ring.

Anna - The ref is making Ian take something off, I can't see what it is.

Chuck - Attack now Chad!

Chad follows them to the corner and drops down and rolls up Ian from behind. The referee drops down to count as Chad grabs the ring ropes to help him hold Ian down

-1-


-2-


-3-


Ian finally gets out of the roll-up as the ref's hand hits the mat. The referee stands up and rings for the bell.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Anna - Really?

Chuck - The Upset Messiah strikes again!

Ian stands up and begins to argue with the referee as Chad celebrates. The referee holds up 3 fingers and motions for Ian to leave the ring. He eventually does, and storms off backstage. Chad continues to celebrate, before walking back.

Anna - I can't believe that counted.

Chuck - Neither can I, but it did!

Anna - We'll be right back with more action from Battle Grounds!

The camera fades out of the announce team and the show cuts to a commercial

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Connor O'Shannon walks down the hallway, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He stops, and smirks.

Connor O'Shannon
What can I do y'fer Sean?

The camera zooms out a bit to show Sean O'Rourke standing across the hall, leaning against the wall.

Sean O'Rourke
I lost tonight.

Connor O'Shannon
I know that. I was there.

Sean O'Rourke
I'm out of the tournament now...because you untied that corner pad.

Connor O'Shannon
Listen, lad. You an' I both know th'only reason I did that was ta help ya in yer match. Things didn't work out perfectly, but you gave it a hell of a run. Tha's all that matters, aye?

Sean O'Rourke
I'm sick of being misused. If it's not having to fight losers, it's getting screwed out of matches, or getting thrown to the dogs.

Connor slaps Sean on the back.

Connor O'Shannon
And tha's exactly why th'two of us need t'stick t'gether. Y'with me lad?

Sean slowly nods, and shakes Connor's hand.

Sean O'Rourke
Yeah. I'm with you.

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The shot switches to show Anna and Chuck sitting at the announce table

Anna- This is hilarious! The IIA announces its self as a force to be reckoned with…AND THEIR MEMBERS ARE ALREADY FIGHTING AMONGST EACH OTHER

Chuck- It definitely doesn’t help team unity, that’s for sure

Anna- Isolation is going to be the best night in the history of the Right Honorable Gentlemen!

The camera pans over to show Megan O’Day standing in the middle of the ring

Megan O’Day- The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the final match this evening in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament! Introducing first…

Brandenberg Concerto #3 starts to play in the arena, and William Darlington walks out in his wrestling attire, his hand resting on the small of his back. He walks slowly to the ring, ignoring the booing fans.

Megan O’Day- From Nottingham, England…weighing in at 220 pounds…William Darlington!

Anna- Megan didn’t sound as excited as she normally does when she introduced William

Chuck- So?

Anna- You think might be because she and Death-Angel…

Chuck- SHUT UP!

He walks confidently up the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before climbing between the ropes. He looks around the crowd, smiling, and raises his fist to the crowd before bowing to the audience.

Anna- William Darlington is looking confident as always

Chuck- I think William Darlington is going to get his overconfident ass kicked

Megan O’Day- And his opponent…

The lights go out as the opening strains of La Ultima Hora by Breed 77 play out over the speakers.

"Siii aaaaaah..."

The lights burst back on as the music kicks in to reveal Ruben Ricardo León stood on the stage. As the music continues he walks forward, down the ramp towards the ring, stopping every now and then to hi five a fan or sign an autograph.

Megan O’Day- From Houston, Texas by way of Villahermosa, Mexico…weighing in at 208 pounds…Ruben Ricardo León!

"In a darkened place
Man without a face
Count on fingers the choices he could have made
Paint a picture of, view from up above, you
And soon he's painting in blood"

Ruben reaches the ring and walks around the side to the announce tables, from where he jumps up unaided on to the ring apron. He then turns around, and raises his arms to the fans, before rolling backwards over the ropes.

Anna- RRL was seen getting into a bit of a confrontation with Corey Casey last week

Chuck- Yeah…probably not the best choice for a guy that got fucked up in the Corey Casey Invitational a few weeks ago…

Anna- Well, RRL is looking spry here tonight

"And that man is me
La vida perdi
Now I'm casting a shadow in front of me
Now I've drained my heart so I no longer bleed"

Ruben climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the fans again before backflipping in to the center of the ring, landing on his feet.

The ref nods at both men and then calls for the bell


#8 Ruben Ricardo Leon [vs] #9 William Darlington
Tournament First Round Match

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ruben Ricardo Leon circles around William Darlington

Anna- Let’s go William! Do Brandon…I mean the RHG proud!

Chuck- Ugh…

Ruben Ricardo Leon suddenly sprints at William Darlington and launches himself into the air. Ruben Ricardo Leon wraps his legs around William Darlington’s head and spins around. Ruben Ricardo Leon then throws himself backwards, making sure to grip William Darlington’s head tightly. Ruben Ricardo Leon then dives through William Darlington’s legs but manages to spike William Darlington’s head down to the mat

Anna-…did…did Ruben…

Chuck- HAHAHAHAHA! RUBEN JUST DDT’ED WILLIAM DARLINGTON USING NOTHING BUT HIS LEGS!

Ruben Ricardo Leon leaps to his feet

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Ruben Ricardo Leon bows slightly and flourishes his right hand before turning running to the nearest turnbuckle

Anna- I’m…I’m still in shock at what we just witnessed…

Chuck- That guy gave me an amazing last match and it’s because of shit like that!

Ruben Ricardo Leon quickly climbs to the top rope and then springs off of the top turnbuckle. Ruben does a three hundred and sixty degree corkscrew shooting star press before coming crashing down on William Darlington with a frog splash

Anna- HOLY GOD WHAT A MOVE!

Chuck- El Hurácan by Ruben Ricardo Leon!

Ruben Ricardo Leon quickly hooks William Darlington’s legs and the ref counts

-1-
-2-
-3-

The ref calls for the bell

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Megan O’Day- Here is your winner and advancing to the next round of the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…Ruben Ricardo Leon!

Ruben Ricardo Leon rolls off of William Darlington and jumps to his feet. The ref holds Ruben Ricardo Leon’s hand up in victory

Anna- What an amazing win by Ruben!

Chuck- Are you actually applauding an RHG member losing?!

Anna- No…but I can admit when someone does something amazing like what Ruben did here tonight!

Lights out!

The search lights turn on and start to race through the arena.

Here’s what it looks like
LOOKS LIKE!
Being the best
What it looks like
to be a cut above the rest

Anna- What is Jason doing out here?

Chuck- Is it time for the main event already?!

The search lights all stop at the stage where Jason Hawk stands with the Full Throttle title on his shoulder. His arms are not spread to the side as usual and there is no usual smirk. Jason raises his title and golden pyro shoots up. As the fans cheer him on Jason just shakes his head.

Nobody understands what it takes to be the man
Having every single person say you can’t when you can
To give up everything you’ve ever known for a dream
And never stop the fight no matter how hard it seems
You sacrifice, you bleed, you sweat, and you cry
Doing everything you can not to lay down and die
When you fall and you call out; there’s no one to help
So you’ve got no other option but to pick up yourself
At the end of the battle you’re the only one standing
Everyone watching, the stage you’re commanding
The pages of history will speak of today
And when they talk about the champion
This is what they’ll say:

Jason walks down the ramp. He stops and looks out at the fans. Jason walks over to the barrier and just looks at them. A fan holds out a piece of paper and a pen. Jason smiles at the fan before hitting the paper out of his hand.

Chuck- What a dick move!

Anna- It’s about time you saw what I see when I look at Jason!

Chuck- I said that was a dick move…not that Jason is a little piece of shit ETA

Jason walks down to the ring and climbs in. Jason climbs the turnbuckle. He throws his arms to the side but stops in mid motion. Jason shakes his head and jumps down.

The smoke has all cleared, and you own the thrown
You’re king of the castle, and everybody knows
They bow in your presence, and fear your might
Cause they know for damn sure what it, what it..
Here’s what it looks like
LOOKS LIKE!
Being the best
What it looks like
to be a cut above the rest

Jason looks down at William. William gets onto his hand and knees. Jason soccer kicks William to the ribs. Jason picks William up and sets him up in a double underhook spinning facebuster. Jason spins and nails William with the Wings of Time. Jason throws William out of the ring.

Anna- Wings of Time!

Chuck- But why?!

Jason asks for a microphone.

Jason Hawk.
Pathetic. Men like William are my competition for this title. Anyways, I have other things on my mind.

Jason grabs his title and begins pacing around the ring.

Jason Hawk.
I know that there are a lot of people that don’t agree with the way I won this title. They claim that I cheated and took the easy way out. Well it’s not cheating if you don't get caught. But all jokes aside…yes I did…I cheated. I took the easy way out. Just like I did last week against Vincent. But there is a reason for these shenanigans. I don't care about this anymore. I don't care about any of this. I don't care if you cheer for me or if you fucking hate me. And some of you will fucking hate me after tonight's main event. I am not going to try my hardest to win. I will probably do some cheating. I will probably do a few things that are questionable at best. I will still win. I promise you that.

Anna- See!!! He is an ETA piece of shit!

Chuck- Wow…

Jason gets a mixed reaction.

Jason Hawk.
Remember how I used to do whatever the fans wanted and I fought hard to win titles? Remember those days?

Jason pauses.

Jason Hawk.
Those days are gone! I don't have to fight to be the best. I can go in to every single match and fight half-heartedly and I will always beat men like Tim Patrick and Vincent Van Rose. I will prove this tonight. So tonight I will beat Tim Patrick without even trying.

Jason gets another mixed reaction.

Jason Hawk.
Bring out Tim Patrick and lower that damn cage.

Jason says as he leans against the ropes.

Megan O’Day- Introducing first…from San Diego, California…weighing in at 210 pounds…Jason Hawk!

Jason Hawk taps his wrist and makes the “hurry up” motion

Anna- What a…a…a little shit!

Chuck- Wow…like you haven’t said that 10,000 times in the last 20 seconds…

Megan O’Day- And his opponent…

The lights dim around the arena as the bass from Bombtrack starts over the speakers. Once the guitar and drums hit, the lights get brighter and Tim Patrick comes from the backstage area. He's wearing black boots, blue jeans, a dark green hoody, and a black facemask.

Megan O’Day- From South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…weighing in at 230 pounds…Tim Patrick!

On his way to the ring, he pauses to shake hands and high-five fans. He slides under the bottom rope and walks over to the far corner of the ring, climbs to the 2nd rope, and raises his fist.

Anna- Well here…

"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of the pain of being a man"

The sound of “Bat Country” by Avenged Sevenfold blasts out of the house PA speakers. Red and blue pyro begins to shower down from the top of the video screen. The camera zooms in and shows a man standing amongst the pyro, his back turned to the ring, his arms held out straight to either side in a crucifixion pose

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
I tried to drive all through the night,
the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention

Corey Casey turns around, a look of intensity on his face. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction, some of them booing him while others cheering loudly for him. Meanwhile, the cage finishes lowering in the ring, sealing both combatants and the ref inside.

Anna- NOW WHAT?!

Chuck- I don’t know…but here comes Corey Casey…and he’s headed this way

As I adjust to my new sights the rarely tired lights will take me to new heights.
My hand is on the trigger I'm ready to ignite.
Tomorrow might not make it but everything's all right.
Mental fiction, follow me; show me what it's like to be set free.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

So sorry you're not here I've been sane too long my vision's so unclear.
Now take a trip with me but don't be surprised when things aren't what they seem

Corey Casey smirks as he looks up into the ring at Tim Patrick and Jason Hawk. Tim Patrick nods his head at Corey and pounds his chest right over his heart. Corey returns the nod and then reaches into his pants’ pocket.

Anna- What is Corey Casey doing?

Chuck- WHY DO YOU ASK ME QUESTIONS THAT I OBVIOUSLY WOULDN’T KNOW THE ANSWER TO?!

Corey Casey slowly takes out a length of chain and wraps it around the steel cage’s door. Corey then pulls out a massive lock and locks the cage door. Corey Casey smirks and then walks over to the announce table and grabs a headset

Corey- Hello Anna…Chuckles

A ring crew member grabs a chair and brings it over to Corey Casey. Corey Casey grabs the chair and sets it up next to Chuck

Anna- What are you doing out here?

Corey- Well I figure that your hatred of all things pertaining to the IIA and your biased commentary against Jason would need to be counter-acted during this match. So I thought to myself that only someone of my fine upstanding morality could announce this match with enough vigor and unbiased commentary that it would drown your hateful comments out

Chuck-…there are so many hilarious things in that one statement that I don’t even know where to begin

Corey Casey suddenly snaps his fingers

Corey- I almost forgot…

Corey Casey reaches into his suit’s breast pocket and pulls out a microphone

Corey Casey
One thing…real quick…

Tim Patrick, Jason Hawk and the ref all look at Corey

Corey Casey
Unlike other feds…IWF has decided to bring to you, the fans, a better cage match. It is with that vow in mind that this cage match can only be won by escape!

Anna- What the hell?!

Chuck- Excellent decision! And I would know…he brought that up at the last IWF Board of Directors meeting

Jason Hawk smiles and shrugs his shoulders. Tim Patrick stares at Jason coldly

Corey Casey
NOW RING THE DAMN BELL!


Tim Patrick [vs.] Jason Hawk
Steel Cage Match

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Anna- This match is going to get real violent real quick

Chuck- Tim Patrick has a lot to prove that’s for sure

Corey- Tim Patrick doesn’t have jack shit to prove. This is the same guy that gave me a run for my money inside the Double Cage Horror

Jason Hawk and Tim Patrick head towards each other and meet in the middle of the ring. Tim Patrick goes to lock up with Jason, but Jason Hawk suddenly reaches out and pokes Tim Patrick in the eye

Anna- What a little shit Jason is

Corey- So you’re rooting for Tim Patrick?

Anna- No. I…

Corey- So you’re rooting for Jason Hawk then?

Anna- I hate them both!

Chuck- Don’t even bother trying to figure her out man

Jason Hawk grabs Tim Patrick and runs Tim Patrick head first into the steel cage

Corey- Been there

Chuck- Yeah…you’ve put me there ass hole

Anna- Now boys

Corey- Why did we hire her again Chuck?

Chuck- I’ve been asking myself that question for weeks

Tim Patrick’s face smashes into the steel cage and Tim Patrick lands on the top rope. Jason Hawk grabs Tim Patrick and then runs him across the ring and throws Tim Patrick face first into the opposite wall of the cage. Tim Patrick bounces off the cage and collapses to the mat

Corey- The mere fact that Jason can control Tim Patrick like this is impressive

Chuck- As much as I hate to say this…I agree

Corey- See Chuck, was that so painful?

Chuck- Well when a guy who is 30 pounds lighter than his opponent is able to jump out to a great start like this against his much bigger opponent it’s hard to argue that that’s not a good thing

Jason Hawk smirks as he looks down at Tim Patrick who is slowly trying to regain his footing. Jason Hawk walks over to one of the turnbuckles and begins climbing

Anna- Jason Hawk is looking to escape here

Chuck- No he’s not

Jason Hawk reaches the top turnbuckle…and then lies down, sprawling across the turnbuckle

Corey- You’ve gotta question the intelligence of laying down in a match like this

Chuck- HE SHOULDN’T BE LYING DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF ANY MATCH!

Tim Patrick suddenly regains his footing and stands up. Tim Patrick quickly turns around and sees Jason Hawk lying down on the top turnbuckle.

Chuck- Timmy looks pissed

Corey- Beware “The Irish Car Bomb”

Tim Patrick suddenly runs over towards Jason Hawk. Jason Hawk jumps to his feet and leaps off the top turnbuckle

Anna- Jason Hawk looking to connect a seated senton…

Jason Hawk lands on Tim Patrick’s shoulders, but Tim Patrick doesn’t go down. Instead, Tim Patrick catches Jason Hawk and powers him down to the mat with a powerbomb.

Corey- Atta boy Timmy!

Chuck- What a counter!

Corey- And Timmy isn’t done yet!

Instead of letting Jason Hawk go after the first powerbomb, Tim Patrick lifts Jason Hawk up again and holds him in the powerbomb position. Tim Patrick turns slightly and then runs full tilt at the steel cage. As soon as Tim Patrick gets close to the steel cage, Tim Patrick launches Jason Hawk at the steel cage

Corey- What a crushing move!

Chuck- But look as Jason!

Instead of landing against the steel cage back first, Jason Hawk manages to twist around in mid-air and actually grab on to the steel cage. Jason Hawk positions himself for a split second and then leaps off the steel cage. Jason Hawk twists in mid-air and connects a cross body block, driving Tim Patrick down to the mat

Anna- Holy shit!

Chuck- Wow!

The ref looks at both men and begins counting

-1-

-2-

-3-

-4-

Jason Hawk and Tim Patrick begin inching towards the ropes. Tim Patrick reaches the ropes first and slowly pulls himself to his feet

Corey- Tim Patrick manages to climb to his feet first

Chuck- Let’s see if he can follow up and take the offense here

Tim Patrick walks over to where Jason Hawk is lying. Tim Patrick reaches down and grabs Jason Hawk. Tim Patrick pulls Jason Hawk to his feet and delivers a big knee into Jason’s stomach. Tim Patrick then hooks Jason Hawk’s head and powers Jason down to the mat with a snap suplex

Anna- Picture perfect suplex by Tim Patrick

Corey- Seriously Anna…PICK A GODDAMN SIDE!

Chuck- YEAH!

Anna- YOU KNOW WHAT?!

Tim Patrick suddenly drops down and grabs Jason Hawk’s arm

Anna- Tim Patrick is looking to lock in The Struggle submission hold

Chuck- I’m not sure why…it won’t do him any good since he can’t win by submission

Corey- Tim Patrick doesn’t need to win by submission

Jason Hawk manages to roll forward, forcing Tim Patrick to release the hold on Jason’s arm. Jason Hawk quickly climbs to his feet and does a standing backflip, landing solidly on Tim Patrick who is still on the ground

Anna- What a standing backflip!

Corey- You can only see shit like this in IWF ladies and gents…the home of the one and only high flying Jason Hawk

Chuck- Are you rooting for Jason now?

Corey- I’m plugging our company Chuck…

Jason Hawk rolls off of Tim Patrick and climbs to his feet. Jason Hawk looks down at Tim Patrick, who is holding his ribs on the ground. Jason Hawk shrugs and then turns and begins walking towards the cage wall

Anna- Did anyone else see that?

Chuck- It’s a mind game! Jason Hawk just looked down at Tim Patrick, shrugged, and basically said “Well…I guess I can just end this match now and get it over with.”

Corey- Jason Hawk is completely underestimating Tim Patrick

Jason Hawk climbs the ring ropes and begins taking his time climbing up the cage wall

Chuck- Look at Jason, he’s making sure that his footing is secure before climbing up the cage

Corey- And it’s about to cost him

Tim Patrick suddenly climbs to his feet and sees that Jason Hawk is halfway up the cage wall. Tim Patrick then runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring to gain momentum

Anna- Tim Patrick attempting to build up a full head of steam here

Corey- Check this move out

Tim Patrick runs across the ring and then jumps up, using the top rope like a springboard. Tim Patrick launches himself at the cage wall and manages to land halfway up the cage wall right next to Jason. Tim Patrick wraps his right arm around Jason Hawk’s shoulders and his right leg around Jason’s left leg.

Chuck- What does Timmy have in mind here?

Corey- This is going to hurt both men…no doubt about it

Tim Patrick delivers three swift headbutts to Jason Hawk. Tim Patrick then suddenly pushes off the cage wall, taking Jason Hawk crashing down to the mat with him

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Anna- I’M WITH THEM! TIM PATRICK JUST RUSSIAN LEG SWEPT JASON HAWK RIGHT OFF THE CAGE WALL!

Chuck- What a move by Tim Patrick!

Corey Casey stands up

Corey- HEY HAWK! BET YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING THAT SHIT!

Both men lay in the middle of the ring writhing in pain. The ref looks down at both Tim Patrick and Jason Hawk and begins counting

-1-

-2-

-3-

-4-

Anna- What is this shit?!

Vincent Van Rose runs down to the ring carrying a 30 foot ladder and a steel chair. Vincent Van Rose sets up the 30 foot ladder outside the ring and begins climbing up the ladder

Anna- Did you call him out here?!

Corey- Hey, don’t look at me!

Anna- He’s YOUR bodyguard!

Corey- The man has a mind of his own! Besides, you know damn well that he and Hawk have had a bit of a war of words going recently!

As Vincent Van Rose climbs up the ladder, a woman wearing jeans and a ripped up tank top runs down the entrance ramp, closely followed by Alison Williams

Chuck- Hey look…it’s Alison and her new lover!

Corey- Oh god…Alison is going to try and turn one of her new girlfriends into a wrestler…HOW DID THAT ONE END LAST TIME ALISON?!

Alison Williams screams at the woman and points frantically up to Vincent Van Rose, who is nearing the top of the ladder

Anna- It looks like Alison is telling that woman to stop VVR

The woman nods her head and then quickly climbs up the same side of the ladder that Vincent Van Rose is climbing. Meanwhile, at the top of the ladder, Vincent Van Rose manages to throw the steel chair over the top of the steel cage’s wall. Vincent Van Rose looks down and sees that the woman has quickly turned around, turning her back to Vincent Van Rose

Corey- What the hell is Alison’s new chick doing?

Chuck- YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG! I DON’T KNOW WHAT ALISON HAS BEEN TEACHING YOU BUT HE HAS TO BE BEHIND YOU!

The woman wraps her legs around Vincent Van Rose’s midsection and looks down at Alison Williams. Alison Williams goes under the ring and grabs a table and sets it up under the ladder. The woman then throws all of her body weight forward, doing a front flip and ripping Vincent Van Rose right off the ladder. The woman and Vincent Van Rose go flying off the ladder. The woman finishes rotating in mid-air, causing Vincent Van Rose to crash through the table

“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”

Anna- GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN!

Chuck- FLIPPING FRONT FLIP PILEDRIVER BY ALISON’S NEW CHICK ON VVR!

Corey- THROUGH THE GODDAMN TABLE!

Meanwhile, in the ring, the ref is focused solely on the action outside of the ring. Tim Patrick slowly gets to his feet and walks over and grabs the steel chair that Vincent Van Rose had thrown in the ring earlier. Tim Patrick then turns and begins stalking Jason Hawk, waiting for Jason to get to his feet.

Jason Hawk slowly gets to his feet. Tim Patrick runs forward and is about to smash Jason Hawk’s skull in with the steel chair…but Jason Hawk ducks under the chair shot, causing Tim Patrick to miss Jason. Tim Patrick turns around and is immediately kicked in the gut by Jason Hawk, causing Tim Patrick to drop the steel chair right at his feet. Jason Hawk then quickly grabs Tim Patrick and nails him with the Wings of Time right onto the chair.

Anna- Did you guys see that?!

Chuck- Holy shit dude!

Corey- I know…that chick just fucked VVR up!

Chuck- Seriously! What leg strength…imagine what she could do in bed…

Anna-

Jason Hawk jumps to his feet and spits on Tim Patrick before running to the other side of the ring towards the announce table. Jason Hawk then begins climbing up the steel cage’s wall.

Anna- Well…you guys just missed the momentum shift of the entire match…

Chuck- NA UH! I SAW IT ALL!

Corey- Yeah!

Anna- What happened?

Chuck- Uh…

Corey- Jason must’ve done something very Hawk-ish

Anna-

Tim Patrick slowly begins to stir while Jason Hawk continues climbing up the cage. Jason Hawk gets to the top of the cage and looks down at Tim Patrick, who is still motionless on the mat

Chuck- He’s not going to…

Corey- He wouldn’t be Jason Hawk if he didn’t

Jason Hawk looks out at the fans who are all on their feet and applauding wildly for Jason to jump

Anna- Is he going to do it?!

A smirk appears on Jason Hawk’s face

Jason Hawk
:HAWK:

Jason Hawk turns around and climbs down the cage. The ref quickly calls for the bell

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Megan O’Day- Here is your winner…Jason Hawk!

Anna- Jason Hawk scoring a huge victory here tonight

Chuck- What a match!

Corey- Definitely one for the ages!

The steel cage begins lifting back up to the ceiling. Jason Hawk grabs the IWF Full Throttle Title and then rolls back into the ring. The ref then lifts Jason’s hand up in victory.

Anna- Well, that’s all the time we have for tonight

Chuck- See you next week!

































Why You Still Tryin' To See Us?

Ready For War - Straight To The Bank Remix by 50 Cent suddenly blasts out of the house PA system

Chuck- No fucking way…

Corey- It can’t be…

James Shark suddenly bursts out from behind the curtain and sprints down to the ring

Anna- It’s James Shark!

Corey- SHARK ATTACK!

James Shark slides into the ring and sprints over and spears Jason Hawk down to the ground

Corey and Chuck- STOP STEALING MY MOVE!

Anna-

James Shark climbs on top of Jason Hawk and begins raining blows down on Jason. Jason Hawk tries to cover up but James Shark keeps raining blows down on him.

Anna- Oh no…

Chuck- Just stay down VVR!

Vincent Van Rose somehow manages to climb to his feet and climb into the ring

Corey- Shit! VVR don’t…

James Shark quickly looks behind him and sees Vincent Van Rose approaching. James Shark punches Jason Hawk once more before leaping to his feet and turning around. James Shark cocks his fist back and lays Vincent Van Rose out with a stiff right hook

Anna- Diary of a Big Black Man!

Chuck-

Corey- God that’s a dumb finisher name

James Shark quickly turns and sees Jason Hawk trying to crawl out of the ring. James Shark leans down and grabs Jason Hawk and pulls Jason to his feet. James Shark then balls his fist and clocks Jason Hawk with another stiff right hook that causes Jason Hawk to drop to the mat in a heap

Anna- And another one for Jason Hawk!

James Shark looks down at the IWF Full Throttle Title lying on the ground where Jason Hawk had dropped it. James Shark leans down at grabs the IWF Full Throttle Title and holds it high in the air as Battle Grounds goes off the air.


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