Wrestler Stats IWF Record: 27-12-1 Alignment: In Between
Subject: Battle Grounds XXXII: Third Time's a Charm Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:41 pm
The scene then cuts to the Battle Grounds logo
LIVE from the target center in Minneapolis, Minnesota
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.
“KHard makes me HARD!” “SAVE_US_COTTON” “Former NLWF employee, PUT ME IN THE HALL OF FAME!” “Stygian has reached the UPPER LIMIT!” “Dark Archangel has been PURIFIED!” “SHARKY’S GON’ COP DAT BRIEFCASE!” “#PUTCHAMONEYONSHARKY” “IT’S FUCKING COLD HERE!”
The camera then pans over to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars sitting behind the announcer’s table
Rick- Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Battle Grounds!
Matt- That’s a nice little bald spot you got on the back of your head there, Rick
Rick- FUCK YOU!
Matt- Wanna tell the nice people at home how you got those 5 stitches in the back of your head?
Rick- I slipped and fell at Rising Monarchy alright?
Matt- “Slipped and fell?” More like “you got kicked in the mouth by Corey Casey for sticking your nose where it didn’t belong and then you fell on your head on the outside of the ring”
Rick- PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN!
Matt- All the pics you could ever want of that definitive moment in your career, Rick, are right on IWF.com just waiting for you!
Rick-
The camera pans over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring
Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament!
The crowd all cheers loudly and leap to their feet as they applaud
Rick- These people love the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament
Matt- And why shouldn’t they? Last year Ruben Ricardo Leon won this tournament and then went on to win his first World Title by cashing in the briefcase on Brandon Macdonald!
Heather Thompson- Introducing first…
The house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Rocket Skates" by the Deftones flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way. The crowd is mixed seeing him as Kevin inhales before he makes his way down the ring.
Heather Thompson- From Baltimore, Maryland…Weighing in at 236 Pounds…Kevin Hardaway!
Rick- Kevin Hardaway has been quite impressive since his debut, Matt
Matt- Indeed, this kid has a bright future ahead of him if he keeps working hard and keeps training
Rick- Who knows, this Battle for the Briefcase Tournament could be the thing that launches Kevin Hardaway’s career into the stratosphere!
A few hands get slapped away as once Kevin is at ringside, he hops up on the ring apron. The lights are back to normal as they enter the ring as he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and goes up to the middle buckle. Some take pictures as he steps down, inhaling once more as he does the same thing on the other side of the ring. He then backs into the corner as he then waits for the match to begin as his entrance song fades off
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
“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.
Heather Thompson- From New York City, New York…Weighing in at 235 Pounds…Chad Mason!
Rick- Chad Mason is in this tournament?! Since when has he been relative??
Matt- WOO WOO WOO! I’ve got my money split between Sharky and Mason to win this tournament!
Rick- You do realize they’re both in the same bracket right?
Matt- So?!
Rick- So literally you can’t bet on both Sharky AND Chad...
Matt- I’m not sure I follow your logic…
Chad Mason 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. The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament: Round One #8 Kevin Hardaway [vs.] #9 Chad Mason
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Kevin Hardaway and Chad Mason both cautiously make their way towards the center of the ring
Rick- This match is going to be interesting to say the least!
Matt- Both men are generally the same size and same weight. The only difference is that Chad Mason has the experience edge on KHard
Kevin Hardaway suddenly lashes out, looking to connect a leg kick on Chad Mason. Chad Mason catches Kevin Hardaway’s foot and spins around, taking Kevin Hardaway down with a leg sweep. Chad Mason then dives down towards the mat, looking to drive his elbow into the chest of Kevin Hardaway. Kevin Hardaway manages to roll out of the way in time though and Chad Mason ends up driving his elbow into the canvas. Kevin Hardaway then immediately leaps to his feet. Chad Mason starts to stand up, clutching his elbow in pain. Kevin Hardaway then rushes forward and ducks underneath Chad Mason’s arm and drives Chad Mason down to the mat with a STO
Rick- Chad Mason went for that elbow but nobody was home
Matt- And Kevin Hardaway managed to capitalize on Chad’s mistake!
Kevin Hardaway quickly drops down and attempts to pin Chad Mason
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Chad Mason quickly kicks out
Rick- Only one!
Matt- It’s going to take a LOT more than one big power move to keep Chad Mason down!
Kevin Hardaway quickly gets to his feet. Kevin Hardaway leans down and drags Chad Mason up to his feet. Kevin Hardaway then Irish whips Chad Mason into the corner turnbuckle. Kevin Hardaway waits until Chad Mason’s back drills the turnbuckle before running in after Chad Mason, looking to connect a rising knee into Chad Mason’s chest. At the last second, Chad Mason ducks out of the way of Kevin Hardaway’s attack, causing Kevin Hardaway to dive into the turnbuckle. Kevin Hardaway stumbles out of the turnbuckle, clutching his knee in pain. Chad Mason then leaps up and lands on the top rope. Chad Mason jumps off the top rope and takes Kevin Hardaway down with a leg drop to the back of Kevin Hardaway’s head
Rick- Nice move by Chad Mason!
Matt- Like I said, Chad Mason has the clear experience edge in this match up
Rick- And he definitely used that experience to his advantage right there. He was able to telegraph Kevin Hardaway’s intentions perfectly!
Chad Mason quickly climbs up to his feet before leaning down and pulling Kevin Hardaway up to a vertical basis. Chad Mason then kicks Kevin Hardaway in the gut. Chad Mason then grabs the back of Kevin Hardaway’s head and leaps into the air. Chad Mason then drives Kevin Hardaway’s face into the canvas with a face buster. Chad Mason then quickly grabs Kevin Hardaway’s legs and locks in a sharpshooter
Rick- Sharpshooter!
Matt- Shades of Chuck Matthews’ Cryptic Cross here!
Chad Mason cranks up the pressure on the hold, causing Kevin Hardaway to scream in pain. Chad Mason smiles widely as he looks down at Kevin Hardaway. The ref drops down and checks on Kevin Hardaway and asks Kevin Hardaway if he wants to quit. Kevin Hardaway shakes his head ”no”
Rick- Chad Mason is really cranking up the pressure on that hold!
Matt- But Kevin Hardaway refuses to quit!
Kevin Hardaway slowly begins to crawl towards the ring ropes, dragging Chad Mason along with him. Chad Mason shakes his head and refuses to let Kevin Hardaway go
Rick- Kevin Hardaway is slowly making his way to the ring ropes
Matt- But can he do it?!
Kevin Hardaway slowly drags his way to the ring ropes. He reaches out and just barely manages to wrap his pointer finger around the bottom rope. The ref notices that Kevin Hardaway’s hand is on the bottom rope and quickly begins to count
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Chad Mason finally releases Kevin Hardaway before the ref gets to 5
Rick- Chad Mason utilizing every second of the referee’s count
Matt- Smart man
Chad Mason turns and walks over to where Kevin Hardaway is lying on the canvas. Chad Mason leans down and attempts to pick up Kevin Hardaway. At the last second, Kevin Hardaway reaches up and grabs a handful of Chad Mason’s tights and throws Chad Mason in between the ropes. Chad Mason topples between the ropes and lands roughly on the ringside mats
Rick- Kevin Hardaway showing some signs of life!
Matt- That was a desperation move by Kevin Hardaway
Kevin Hardaway slowly gets to his feet and looks at Chad Mason, who is also getting to his feet on the outside of the ring. Kevin Hardaway quickly sprints across the ring and bounces off the ropes on the other side, gaining a bit of momentum. Kevin Hardaway then runs back towards the ring ropes closest to Chad Mason with a full head of steam. Kevin Hardaway then leaps into the air and sails over the top rope, leveling Chad Mason with a corkscrew placha
“THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
Rick- An incredible move by Kevin Hardaway
Matt- I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything like that before!
Kevin Hardaway leaps to his feet and pounds his chest as the fans explode in applause
Rick- These fans appreciating the effort shown by Kevin Hardaway
Matt- As great as that is and everything, KHard needs to stay focused on the task at hand and keep up the offense!
Kevin Hardaway quickly looks down at Chad Mason, who is still rolling around on the ringside mats in pain. Kevin Hardaway turns and leaps up on the security barricade and turns around, so his back is to Chad Mason
Rick- What is KHard thinking here?
Matt- I have no clue…but it’s going to be awesome!
Kevin Hardaway winks at the camera before leaping backwards, looking to land a moonsault double footed stomp on Chad Mason’s chest. At the last second, Chad Mason gets to his feet and leaps into the air. Chad Mason catches Kevin Hardaway in mid-air and drives his knees into Kevin Hardaway’s chest, driving the wind from Kevin Hardaway’s lungs
Rick- HOLY SHIT!
Matt- SICK!
The ref looks at both men, who are writhing on the ground in pain, and begins counting
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Both men begin to stir on the outside of the ring. Chad Mason drags himself over to the ring steps and begins to use them to stand up. Meanwhile, Kevin Hardaway makes his way over to the ring and begins to stand up using the ring apron
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Chad Mason manages to get to his feet. Chad Mason takes one look at Kevin Hardaway and dives back into the ring. The ref continues counting
-8-
Kevin Hardaway manages to regain a vertical basis
-9-
Kevin Hardaway manages to dive back into the ring before the ref’s count reaches 10
Rick- KHard is back in the ring!
Matt- He beat the count and the match continues!
Chad Mason squats down, motioning for Kevin Hardaway to stand up
Rick- Chad could be looking for that Mason Tackle…
Matt- If he hits this, its lights out, game over…
As soon as Kevin Hardaway stands up, Chad Mason runs at Kevin Hardaway, lowering his shoulder and looking for a spear. Kevin Hardaway sees Chad Mason coming at the last second and leaps into the air, landing on Chad Mason’s back. Kevin Hardaway hooks his legs under Chad Mason’s arms and dives forward, executing a front flip on Chad Mason and slamming Chad Mason down to the mat. Kevin Hardaway keeps his legs over Chad Mason’s arms, effectively pinning Chad Mason. The ref begins to count
-1-
-2…
Chad Mason kicks out
Rick- So close!
Matt- But yet so far!
Kevin Hardaway gets to his feet and makes a snapping motion
Rick- KHard signaling that he’s ready to finish this
Matt- Playtime is over…
Kevin Hardaway leans down and pulls Chad Mason up to his feet. Kevin Hardaway kicks Chad Mason in the gut, doubling Chad Mason over. Kevin Hardaway lifts Chad Mason up, locking Chad Mason in the torture rack position
Rick- This is it!
Matt- Kevin Hardaway could be looking for that Angelina's Crossing finisher…
Kevin Hardaway goes to spin Chad Mason into the powerbomb position but Chad Mason slides down Kevin Hardaway’s back. Kevin Hardaway spins around and is immediately lifted up onto Chad Mason’s shoulders. Chad Mason tosses Kevin Hardaway up into the air and delivers a vicious GTS
Rick- TOXIC SHOCK!
Matt- LIGHTS OUT FOR KHARD!
Chad Mason collapses on top on Kevin Hardaway and hooks Kevin Hardaway’s legs. The ref drops down and counts
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The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Advancing in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…Chad Mason!
Rick- Chad did it!
Matt- What an amazing match!
Rick- Kevin Hardaway fought his heart out but in the end. Chad Mason’s veteran instinct was just too much for KHard
Matt- But dude…WHAT A MATCH!
Chad Mason slowly gets to his feet and allows the ref to hold his wrist up in victory. Chad Mason smiles widely as he sways on his feet
Rick- Chad Mason, despite being pushed to his limit by Kevin Hardaway, emerges victorious
Matt- RICK! I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING!
Rick- What’s that?
Matt- THIS IS ONLY THE OPENING MATCH OF THE NIGHT! THIS IS GONNA BE A GREAT NIGHT!
The camera zooms in on Chad Mason’s smiling face for a few moments before cutting backstage
Johnny Electric is seen sitting in his office. He has a smile on his face as he stares into the camera
Johnny Electric Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to announce that there will be a 2nd person inducted into the IWF Hall of Fame…
A video package showing highlights from Johnny Stylez’ career begins rolling on the screen. The footage shows moments from SBK’s early days in NLWF to his many legendary feuds. Johnny Stylez is shown hoisting many different titles high up into the air as music blasts out in the background. The video package ends with a close up of Johnny Stylez’ face while the crowd chants in the background
“SBK!”
“SBK!”
“SBK!”
The video package fades away and SBK is shown standing in front of the IWF Hall of Fame logo. Johnny Electric’s voice is heard in the background
Johnny Electric “The Strike Back Kid” Johnny Stylez Hall of Fame show will be held Saturday, February 18th, the week before Nowhere to Run. Johnny Stylez will be inducted into the Hall of Fame by none other than the legendary Tails!
The show comes back from commercial to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars sitting behind the announcer’s position
Rick- Welcome back folks and if you’re just joining us…WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!
Matt- SERIOUSLY! You missed an AMAZING opening match between Chad Mason and Kevin Hardaway!
Rick- However, this next match promises to be quite boring…
Matt- How do you know?
Rick- Call it a hunch…
The camera pans over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring. In one corner stands Raikenza Graphitti while, in the other corner, stands Jack Rivers.
Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament! Introducing first…From Charlotte, North Carolina…Weighing in at 268 Pounds… Raikenza Graphitti!
Rick- Rafeekee Graphitti? What the hell kind of a name is that?
Matt- I have no idea…
Raikenza Graphitti takes a few steps out of his corner and raises his clenched fists to the sky. The audience gives him a weak applause
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…From Cleveland, Ohio…Weighing in at 200 Pounds…Jack Rivers!
Rick- Seriously though….who names their child Rafeekee Graphitti?!
Matt- This is going to bother you isn’t it?
Rick- Yup
The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament: Round One #7 Raikenza Graphitti [vs.] #10 Jack Rivers
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Raikenza Graphitti runs at Jack Rivers and clotheslines him down to the ground. Jack Rivers leaps to his feet as Raikenza Graphitti pounds his chest and taunts to the crowd. Jack Rivers spins around and does a 360 just as Raikenza Graphitti turns around. Jack Rivers suddenly lashes out and delivers a super kick that catches Raikenza Graphitti right under the chin
Rick- Mental Breakdown!
Matt- That came out of nowhere…
Jack Rivers drops down and pins Raikenza Graphitti. The ref drops down and counts
-1- -2- -3-
The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding. Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Advancing in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament… Jack Rivers!
Rick- It’s already over?
Matt- Yup!
Rick- This is bullshit
Rick Christian suddenly stands up and pulls a microphone out from underneath the announcer’s table
Rick Christian This is bullshit! The IWF fans deserve a better match up then these two ass clowns fumbling their way through a 30 second match! Kevin Hardaway worked his ass off earlier tonight and has nothing to show for it….until now! Kevin Hardaway! Get out here!
After a few moments, the house lights go out in the arena as the opening of "Rocket Skates" by the Deftones flares up. Strobe lights begin to go insane when the vocals blare out of the sound system as Kevin Hardaway appears in the entry way.
Rick Christian I am officially rewarding Kevin Hardaway for his hard work earlier tonight. Kevin, get into the ring…you’ll be facing Jack Rivers for his spot in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…and that match will happen RIGHT NOW!
Kevin Hardaway smirks as he sprints down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring. The ref immediately calls for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament: Round One #8 Kevin Hardaway [vs.] #10 Jack Rivers
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Kevin Hardaway stalks Jack Rivers as Jack Rivers slowly gets to his feet. Kevin Hardaway quickly runs at Jack Rivers and leaps into the air, landing squarely on Jack Rivers and driving Jack Rivers down to the canvas with a Lou Thez Press. Kevin Hardaway then immediately begins raining blows down on Jack Rivers
Rick- Now THIS is what I call justice!
Matt- KHard is ready and rearing to go!
Kevin Hardaway finally stands up and pulls Jack Rivers up to his feet. Kevin Hardaway Irish whips Jack Rivers to the ropes. Jack Rivers hits the ropes and comes running back at Kevin Hardaway. At the last second, Kevin Hardaway reaches out and picks up Jack Rivers. Kevin Hardaway then spins and drives Jack Rivers down to the canvas with a huge spinebuster. Kevin Hardaway then leaps to his feet and makes a snapping motion
Rick- Kevin Hardaway is signaling for the end
Matt- This is going to be good!
Kevin Hardaway leans down and drags Jack Rivers up to his feet. Kevin Hardaway then lifts jack Rivers up into the torture rack position, holding him there for a few moments, before spinning Jack Rivers around and driving him down to the canvas with a massive powerbomb
Rick- Angelina's Crossing!
Matt- And that’s all she wrote!
Kevin Hardaway quickly drops down and pins Jack Rivers as the ref counts
-1- -2- -3-
The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Advancing in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…Kevin Hardaway!
The lights in the arena suddenly go out. When they turn back on, Dark Archangel is seen standing in the middle of the ring wielding a steel chair
Matt- What the hell? Did you know anything about this, Rick?
Rick- Of course not…now if you’ll excuse me…
Rick Christian takes off his head set and walks towards the ring. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Kevin Hardaway quickly bails out of the ring before Dark Archangel can get his hands on him. Jack Rivers, who is completely oblivious to Dark Archangel’s presence, slowly gets to his feet, still reeling from the Angelina’s Crossing he had just recieved. Dark Archangel waits for Jack Rivers to completely stand up before he cocks the chair back and delivers a crushing blow to Jack Rivers’ back, causing Jack Rivers to arch his back in pain.
Matt- What a sickening chair shot by Dark Archangel!
Dark Archangel reaches out and turns Jack Rivers around. Dark Archangel then cocks back and brings the steel chair crashing down on Jack Rivers’ skull, causing Jack Rivers to collapse to the canvas in a heap
Matt- Oh come on! It looks like Jack Rivers has been busted wide open folks…
Dark Archangel laughs as Rick Christian hops up onto the ring apron and ducks into the ring. Rick Christian yells something to Dark Archangel before pointing down at Raikenza Graphitti, who is still motionless in the ring
Matt- It would seem that Rick Christian is directing traffic here folks…
Dark Archangel nods his head before kicking Jack Rivers out of the ring. Dark Archangel then walks over to the corner turnbuckle and perches on the top rope. Meanwhile, Rick Christian leans down and drags Raikenza Graphitti up to his feet. Rick Christian then drags Raikenza Graphitti over to where Dark Archangel is perched. Dark Archangel then reaches down and grabs Raikenza Graphitti, lifting Raikenza Graphitti up to the top rope. Dark Archangel then leaps off the top rope, executing a double front flip powerbomb on Raikenza Graphitti
Matt- Final Judgment!
Rick Christian applauds as he walks over to the ring ropes and motions for the time keeper to bring him a microphone
Rick Christian Absolutely beautiful! Did you all see the power behind that move? The sheer destructive force exhibited by Dark Archangel?
Dark Archangel gets to his feet and walks over and stands to Rick Christian’s right side
Rick Christian Just an absolute spectacle…much like the spectacle that was Dark Archangel beating the shit out of Corey Casey at Rising Monarchy. I mean, Dark Archangel simply took the fight to Corey Casey’s front door…then kicked that fucking front door wide open! Dark Archangel bloodied Corey Casey and nearly broke him in half numerous times over the course of that match!
Matt- I think what Rick is forgetting to mention here folks is that Dark Archangel lost to Corey Casey at Rising Monarchy…
Rick Christian Dark Archangel pushed Corey Casey all the way to good old CC’s breaking point and then went beyond that point!
Rick Christian applauds Dark Archangel who nods his head. Rick Christian holds the microphone out and hands it to Dark Archangel
Dark Archangel Cccaaasssseeeeeyyyyyy… Cccaaasssseeeeeyyyyyy…
Dark Archangel smiles wickedly as he stares into the camera
Dark Archangel I know something about you that none of your other opponents knows about you…Rising Monarchy taught me a very important lesson…I learned what it takes to drive you insane. I know what it takes to bring back the old Corey Casey…at Rising Monarchy…I learned what I must do to push you to the breaking point…and I plan to do whatever it takes to drive you off the deep end…
Dark Archangel hands the microphone back to Rick Christian, who has a massive smile on his face
Rick Christian And while Dark Archangel takes care of Corey Casey, that leaves me free to deal with the task of dismantling the rest of Upper Limit. Upper Limit has been running around IWF unopposed for too long! It’s time someone organized a group to stand against these overpaid, ego tripping ass holes! It’s time someone stood up and fought for IWF and fought for the greater good right?
Some of the crowd cheers while some boo
Rick Christian I think it’s time someone put these clowns in their place! This is why I am proud to announce that Dark Archangel, in conjunction with myself, have decided to take it upon ourselves to end Upper Limit. We have decided to form a group that will wipe Upper Limit from IWF once and for all! Next week, live on Battle Grounds, we will reveal the first member to join our cause…and I guarantee that this announcement will rock IWF down to its very core!
The camera zooms in on Dark Archangel and Rick Christian, who has a smirk of confidence on his face. After a few moments, the show cuts to commercial
The show comes back from commercial to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars, who are sitting behind the announcer’s table
Rick- The Battle for the Briefcase is set to roll on right here, next!
Matt- That’s right Rick, and can I just say that I hope this next match up is more entertaining than the previous match?
Rick- I don’t know about you, but I found the ending of that last match to be EXTREMELY entertaining!
Matt- Rick you are such an ego tripping asshole…
The camera quickly cuts away from the announcers. Heather Thompson is now shown on the screen standing in the middle of the ring
Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament! Introducing first…
The lights dim as "Monster - Skillet" his the personal announce system. Fans turn their attention towards the entrance ramp as Brent Carter makes his way down the entrance ramp.
Heather Thompson- From New York City, New York…Weighing in at 232 Pounds…Brent Carter!
Rick- Wait…Brent Carter..?
Matt- WHO THE HELL ARE ALL THESE NEW GUYS?!
Fans quickly begin to boo, Brent smiles at their boo's. He quickly enters the ring and patiently waits for his opponent.
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
“Gear Jammer” by George Thorogood and the Destroyers blasts out of the house PA system as Libra appears on the entrance ramp
Heather Thompson- From Aylmer, Quebec, Canada…Weighing in at 250 Pounds…Libra!
Rick- Libra looking as intense as always tonight
Matt- I’m surprise Libra had the guts to show up here tonight after what happened at Rising Monarchy
Rick- For those who didn’t catch it, during the Battle Royal at the beginning of Rising Monarchy, Death-Angel made his sudden return to the ring and seemed to be head hunting Libra
Matt- DA targeted Libra specifically though, Rick. That’s the big story here
Rick- And with Death-Angel, you never know his reasons or if he is even in the house tonight!
Libra makes his way down to the ring, glancing over his shoulder every once and awhile. Libra shakes his head as he mumbles to himself non-stop, his eyes darting back and forth. Libra hops up onto the ring apron and ducks into the ring, shedding his leather jacket as soon as he crosses into the ring. The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament: Round One #6 Libra [vs.] #11 Brent Carter
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
As soon as the bell sounds, Libra suddenly focuses all his attention directly on Brent Carter. Libra charges across the ring and levels Brent Carter with a vicious looking clothesline. Libra then begins to stomp violently on the back of Brent Carter’s head and neck
Rick- Jesus Christ!
Matt- LIBRA IS UNLEASHED!
Libra places his foot squarely between Brent Carter’s shoulder blades before leaning down and grabbing Brent Carter’s arms. Libra pulls Brent Carter up a foot from the canvas before suddenly releasing Brent Carter’s arms and driving Brent Carter face first into the canvas
Rick- DID LIBRA JUST CURB STOMP BRENT CARTER?!
Matt- Damn right he did!
Libra doesn’t even bother trying to go for the pin. Instead, Libra leans down and drags Brent Carter up to his feet. Libra reels Brent Carter in and then lifts Brent Carter up into the powerbomb position. Libra then runs across the ring and powerbombs Brent Carter directly into the corner turnbuckle
Rick- An absolutely devastating move by Libra!
Matt- Libra is fucking INSANE!
Libra shakes his head as he screams at himself. Libra quickly leans down and positions Brent Carter so that Brent Carter’s shoulders and head are resting on the lowest turnbuckle. Libra then backs up a few steps and measures Brent Carter. Libra then rushes across the ring and delivers a nasty stomp to Brent Carter’s head, causing Brent Carter’s entire body to go rag doll
Rick- Libra is just unleashing a vicious onslaught here tonight
Matt- Libra is batshit insane…but I think it suits him well!
Libra suddenly smiles widely and begins to laugh hysterically as he pulls at his hair. Libra leans down and places Brent Carter on the top turnbuckle in the seated position. Libra then squats down and turns around and places Brent Carter on his shoulders. Libra then runs forward a few steps before bringing Brent Carter crashing down to the mat with a violent looking Joker Driver
Rick- Skitzo Spike!
Matt- What a nasty looking move!
Libra finally falls down and hooks Brent Carter’s legs as the ref drops down and counts
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The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
As soon as the third ring of the bell sounds, a gong is heard throughout the entire arena. A moment passes by before a second gong is heard echoing throughout the arena and all the lights die. The sound of chains dragging is suddenly heard from all around
Rick- What the hell is this?
Matt- Do you seriously need to ask?
Four red spotlights suddenly shine down from the rafters, highlighting a figure in a sleeveless black hooded robe standing behind Libra. The figure tilts his head back and roars loudly as he breathes fire from a hole in his mask
Rick- IT’S DEATH-ANGEL!
Matt- Oh shit…things are about to get even crazier out here…
Libra slowly gets to his feet and turns around. He sees Death-Angel towering over him….and begins to laugh crazily
Rick- Is Libra…laughing?
Matt- Maybe Libra really has gone off his rocker
Libra rears his head back and delivers a massive headbutt to the sternum of Death-Angel, causing Death-Angel to stumble back a few steps
Rick- I have been in and around the wrestling industry for what feels like my entire life…I have seen, wrestled, and called hundreds of Death-Angel matches…and in my entire time knowing and competing against Death-Angel I have never…EVER…seen ANYONE try to HEADBUTT, THE 8 FOOT TALL 900 POUND DEATH-ANGEL!
Matt- LIBRA HAS LOST HIS MIND
Libra rushes forward and clotheslines Death-Angel over the top rope, sending Death-Angel toppling over the top rope and out onto the floor at ringside
Rick- Libra has managed to catch the massive Death-Angel off guard
Matt- But how long will this last?!
Libra looks at Death-Angel, who is slowly getting to his feet. Libra runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring in an attempt to gain momentum. Libra comes running back towards Death-Angel and, at the last second, leaps over the top rope
Rick- Libra gains a full head of steam and swan dives over the top rope!
At the last second, Death-Angel’s massive right hand shoots out and wraps around the throat of Libra. Death-Angel uses Libra’s own momentum against him and spins around and chokeslams Libra hard onto the ringside mats
Matt- And Libra’s offensive flurry ends as rapidly as it started!
Death-Angel draws himself up to his full height and unleashes an animalistic roar. Death-Angel then turns and begins walking towards the announcer’s table
Rick- Uh Matt…I think it’s time we…
Matt- Agreed!
Both Rick Christian and Matt Biggars rip off their headsets and leap over the security barricade. Death-Angel walks over to the announcer’s table and begins to rip TV’s and cords out of the table. While Death-Angel’s back is turned, Libra rolls over to the ring, flips up the ring apron and begins to rummage around underneath the ring.
Death-Angel finishes clearing the table of all the equipment and turns around, re-focusing his attention or destroying Libra. Libra suddenly pulls out a sledgehammer and rolls onto his stomach, hiding the sledgehammer underneath his body. Death-Angel walks over to Libra and leans down, attempting to draw Libra up to his feet. At the last second, Libra rolls over and swings the sledgehammer, looking to cave Death-Angel’s skull in.
The sledgehammer is less than a half inch away from Death-Angel’s skull when the lights suddenly turn off. They remain off for what seems like a few minutes before they suddenly turn back on...revealing that Death-Angel is nowhere to be seen. Libra is still in mid-swing with the sledgehammer and rolls forward, completing the swing. Libra looks around as a confused look appears on his face. Libra quickly kips up to his feet and runs over to the nearest TV camera. Libra grabs the camera and holds it inches from his face
Libra I’LL FIND YOU DEATH! HAHAHA! I’LL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU! YOU’RE MINE! MINE! MINE! HAHA! I’LL KILL DEATH, YOU’LL SEE! YOU’LL SEE!
The show comes back from commercial to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars, who are once again sitting behind the announcer’s table
Rick- Well…that was certainly interesting…
Matt- is it just me or have the post-match shenanigans been more interesting than the matches?
Rick- Well the opening match kicked ass
Matt- Well yeah…that much goes without saying! KHARD AND CHAD MASON FTW!
Rick- FTW!
The camera pans over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring with her microphone in hand. She smiles widely before bringing the mic up to her lips
Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament! Introducing first…
Beno can be seen hopping from one foot to the other and back again in the corner turnbuckle. A deadly serious look is etched into his features
Heather Thompson- From Venice Beach, California by way of Gwinn, Michigan…Weighing in at 264 Pounds…Beno!
Rick- I’ve got to say it…TAKE BENO NOW, AND THERE WILL BE NO GAS LATER!
Matt- Wow…aren’t I the one who usually comes up with immature shit like that?
Rick- Yeah…why DIDN’T you come up with that?!
Matt- I ran out of weed during the commercial break
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOWWWW
Drums beat loudly and lights change color each beat and Sean Libby comes out at the last beat
Heyy Miss Murder can I? Heyy Miss Murder can I? Mayy beauty stay if I Take my life? Hooo
Libby raises his hands in the air and walking down the ramp smiling cockly
Heather Thompson- From Framingham Massachusetts…Weighing in at 197 Pounds…Sean Libby!
Rick- Is it just me or has LIBBEH been acting and dressing differently lately?
Matt- He certainly has, Rick. I’d say we’re seeing a darker and more brooding version of LIBBEH recently as opposed to the fun loving Sean Libby we’re all used to
Rick- Well he put on a great show at Rising Monarchy but fell a bit short of the New Blood Title…let’s see if Libby can turn things around!
Hey Miss Murder can I? HEY Miss Murder can I? Mayy beauty stay if I Take My life? Hooo
Libby hops onto the side of ring
Which is the look? They shook?
Libby jumps over the ropes to enter the ring
And heavens bow before him Simply a look, can break, your heart
Libby walks to the bottom right turnbuckle and looks at the crowd smirking
The stars that pierce the sky He left them all behind Were left to wonder why? He left us all behind?!
Libby jumps off the turnbuckle and climbs the ropes and humps the rope and shouts at the crowd
Heyy Miss Murder can I? Heyy Miss Murder can I? Mayy beauty stay if I? Take my life? Hooo
Libby gets off the ropes and walks to the center of the ring
Ho
The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament: Round One #5 Sean Libby [vs.] #12 Beno
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Sean Libby runs at Beno and leaps into the air and connects a dropkick to Beno’s knee, forcing Beno down to one knee. Sean Libby then steps up onto Beno’s knee and delivers an insiguri to the back of Beno’s skull
Rick- Nice step-up insiguri by Sean Libby there
Matt- Indeed, LIBBEH out to an early advantage
Sean Libby quickly runs to the ropes and, when he gets close enough, leaps into the air. Sean Libby lands on the top rope and immediately moonsaults backwards, executing a full moonsault in the air and landing on his knees in the middle of Beno’s back. Sean Libby then grabs Beno’s neck with one hand and Beno’s legs with the other hand and rolls onto his back, bending Beno over his knees
Rick- Beautiful combination move right there by Sean Libby
Matt- The moonsault double knee drop into that back breaker submission hold… Sean Libby is on fire here tonight!
Sean Libby cranks up the pressure on the submission hold a few times before carefully moving his knees up and positioning his feet right in the middle of Beno’s back. Sean Libby then releases Beno’s legs and neck and pushes upwards with his legs as hard as he can, sending Beno high up into the air. Sean Libby quickly kips up and manages to deliver a super kick to Beno, kicking Beno right out of mid-air
“THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
Rick- Holy shit!!!!!
Matt- That truly WAS awesome!
Beno lands on the canvas in a heap. Sean Libby quickly drops down and covers him as the ref counts
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The ref calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Advancing in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament…Sean Libby!
Sean Libby gets to his feet and quickly walks over to the ring ropes and bails out of the ring
Rick- Woah…this is very un-Libby like…
Matt- Where is he going?
Sean Libby quickly walks up the entrance ramp without pausing or even slowing down. Without casting a second glance over his shoulder, Sean Libby walks across the stage and walks briskly backstage. The camera zooms in on the curtain leading backstage before cutting to commercial
The show comes back from commercial to show Ruben Ricardo Leon watching the previous match on a large screen TV inside of his own personal locker room. There is suddenly a knock on the door, drawing Ruben Ricardo Leon’s attention away from the TV
Ruben Ricardo Leon It’s open
Rick Christian opens the locker room door and walks inside
Rick Christian Nice locker room you’ve got here Ruben
Ruben Ricardo Leon looks around the locker room and shrugs
Ruben Ricardo Leon Yeah…I guess…
Rick Christian leans past Ruben Ricardo Leon a bit and looks at the IWF Tag Team Title which is slung across the back of Ruben Ricardo Leon’s couch
Rick Christian That Tag Team Title looks a little lonely…weren’t you involved in the High Impact Championship match at Rising Monarchy?
A look of anger flashes across Ruben Ricardo Leon’s face as he briefly glances back at the Tag Team Title
Ruben Ricardo Leon Look if you’re here to talk shit then just get the fuck out
Ruben Ricardo Leon motions towards the door but Rick Christian quickly nods his head “no”
Rick Christian No, no my quickly angered Latin friend. I’m not here to talk shit…I’m here to talk opportunity…
Ruben Ricardo Leon looks at Rick Christian questioningly
Ruben Ricardo Leon What do you mean?
Rick Christian looks at the camera
Rick Christian Let’s go somewhere we can hear ourselves think shall we?
Rick Christian holds the locker room door open for Ruben Ricardo Leon as both men walk out of the locker room. The camera then cuts to ringside
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Corey Casey
Posts : 1395 Join date : 2011-03-01 Age : 36
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Subject: Re: Battle Grounds XXXII: Third Time's a Charm Tue Feb 07, 2012 8:01 pm
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Matt – Welcome back to Battle Grounds! The tournament has been great so far!
Rick – That it has, and up next, we have a first round match flooded with personal issues.
Matt – Johan and Alison have been at odds for some time, all revolving around the New Blood Championship, now around the waist of Ashley Matthews. Thanks to Ashley’s interference, Alison managed to defend the belt against Johan a few weeks ago…then at Rising Monarchy, Johan had the opportunity of a lifetime, only for Ashley to thwart his plans again and win it herself!
Rick – Ashley is at ringside tonight to support Alison…and I can’t help but think Johan needs eyes in the back of his head if he plans to move on in the tournament.
Matt – Johan needs to win fast, and hard, before Ashley has a chance to screw him over.
Heather Thompson – The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Battle for the Briefcase Tournament match! Introducing first...From Stockholm, Sweden...Weighing in at 233 pounds…JOHAN ALFREDSSON!
Rick – Ranked fourth in the brackets, clearly Johan has impressed the higher-ups, despite his lack of victories lately.
Matt – Higher-ups meaning you?
Rick – I didn’t say that.
Heather Thompson – And his opponent…From Los Angeles, California...Being accompanied by the New Blood Champion, Ashley Matthews…ALISON WILLIAMS!!!
Alison looks to ringside, where Ashley stands. Ashley blows her a kiss, and Alison smiles before turning to look at Johan.
Matt – Aren’t the a cute couple?
Rick – Shut the fuck up.
The referee looks at Alison and Johan, then calls for the bell.
Battle for the Briefcase First Round #4 Johan Alfredsson [vs] Alison Williams #13
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Johan and Alison stare at each other in the ring. Alison steps back, but Johan grabs her, pulling her in. He lifts her, dropping her spine-first across his knee, then planting her face into the mat.
Matt – Welcome to Asgard…
Rick – Wow.
Johan stares at Ashley and plants his foot on Alison’s chest, pointing at the Battle for the Briefcase logo above the ramp.
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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner…JOHAN ALFREDSSON!
Johan smirks, and slides out of the ring, storming up the ramp. Ashley slides into the ring, and runs to Alison as the show cuts to the back.
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Rosalie Knight walks through the hallways, preparing for her match. The lights begin to flicker, and Rosa raises her arms, ready for a fight. Death-Angel walks out from behind a corner. Rosa turns around and screams at the sight. Death-Angel holds a finger to his lips.
Death-Angel SHHH!! It’s okay.
Rosalie Knight What the FUCK were you thinking? You nearly scared me to death
Death-Angel looks at her for a moment.
Rosalie Knight That was a bad choice of words, wasn’t it…
Death looks at her for a moment. Slowly, he pulls his hand out from behind his back, revealing a rose. He gives it to Rosalie.
Death-Angel I’m not as bad as people say I am.
Rosalie opens her mouth to say something, but the lights suddenly shut off. When they come on a moment later, Death-Angel is gone.
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The show returns to ringside, where Matt and Rick sit, looking confused.
Matt – WHAT THE FUCK DID WE JUST SEE?!
Rick – Death-Angel not making sense. This is new to us how?
Matt – I don’t get him at all…
Heather Thompson – The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Battle for the Briefcase Tournament match! Introducing first…
Smoke in the shades of the Venezuelan flag billow from backstage as pyro of the same colors shoot from along the entrance stage and ramp leading to the ring. Suddenly "Turn My Swag On" by Keri Hilson, Teyana Taylor, and Lil Kim hits the air waves as Serai Leone's titantron hits the screen pulsating to the tempo. Soon after we see Serai and her manager Lya Batiste-Jax come out on the stage waving and smiling to the fans before running down and sliding into the ring.
Heather Thompson – From Caracas, Venezuela…SERAI LEONE!!
Rick – Miss Leone, making her debut here tonight.
Matt – What an opportunity. A chance to move on in the most important tournament in IWF.
The opening strains of Flameheart are accompanied by a large burst of flame, and a kneeling Rosalie gets quickly to her feet. There is no sword this time, just the cloak, and on the fourth measure she starts down the ramp in that confident, knightly stride. When she reaches the ring and climbs inside, she turns to face her fans with her hand raised in salute and acknowledgment of their cheering, before she then kneels in her corner, as is her signature before a match.
Heather Thompson – And her opponent...From Louisberg, North Carolina…ROSALIE KNIGHT!
Matt – Rosalie Knight has said for weeks that she’s been overlooked and screwed over…tonight, she’ll be looking to put a lot of naysayers in their place.
Rick – Or she’ll fuck it up again. Either or.
The referee looks at both women, then calls for the bell.
Battle for the Briefcase Round One #3 Rosalie Knight [vs] Serai Leone #14
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Serai and Rosa tie up in the center of the ring. Both women struggle to push the other back into a corner, with neither getting an advantage. Finally, Serai Leone sends a kick to Rosa’s leg, tripping her and taking her to the mat. Serai struts around the ring, smirking.
Matt – Some showing off by Miss Leone.
Rick – This could come back to haunt her.
Rosa gets to her feet, and elbows Serai to the back of the head. Serai stumbles forward, and turns around. The two women tie up again, and Rosa manages to push Serai into the ropes before sending her to the opposite end of the ring. Serai rebounds off, into a powerslam by Rosa. Rosa goes for a quick cover.
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Serai kicks out.
Matt – Serai still in this one.
Rick – Rosa thought she had it.
Rosa takes a deep breath, but gets to her feet, holding her arms out, waiting for Serai to stand. Serai gets to her feet, and Rosa grabs her from behind. Serai wrenches her way free from Rosa’s hold, instead grabbing Rosa in a side headlock. Serai takes Rosa down, and quickly twists Rosa’s arm behind her back in a hammerlock. Rosa struggles in the hold, reaching desperately.
Matt – Rosa is in a dangerous place here.
Rick – Remember, this is a first round match. A lot on the line here tonight. The winner advances in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament. The loser gets nothing.
Rosa reaches out with her free hand, her fingers just grazing the rope. She lunges, clasping her hand around the bottom rope. The referee calls for Serai to release the hold.
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Serai lets go.
Matt – Serai fully utilizing that count.
Rick – And it may have paid off.
Rosa gets to her feet, shaking out her arm, rolling her shoulder. Serai crouches down, waiting for Rosa to turn to her. As soon as Rosa turns around, Serai charges, and leaps in the air, taking Rosa back to the mat with a big calf kick. Serai gets to her feet, smirking. Rosa rolls out of the ring, clutching her nose.
Rick – Ooh, Rosa took a nasty kick there. I think her nose is bleeding.
Sure enough, Rosa pulls her hand away from her face, revealing a stream of blood trickling from her nose. She huffs, spraying a fine mist of blood from her lips, and shakes the pain from her head. Rosa rolls back into the ring. Serai doesn’t wait for Rosa to stand, instead stomping her into the mat as Rosa climbs under the bottom rope. The referee finally steps in, pulling Serai away. Rosa grabs the middle rope, using it to get to her feet. She turns to see Serai charging again. Serai leaps, looking for a second calf kick. Rosa ducks it, and pulls the top rope down, causing Serai to sail over it, crashing to the mat.
Matt – Smart move by Rosa.
Rick – She telegraphed that kick, and this time, she was prepared for it.
Rosa follows Serai out of the ring, and grabs her by the neck, dragging her to the steel steps. Rosa smashes Serai’s face into the steel, letting her fall to the ground. Serai shakes her head as blood starts to flow from a cut above her eye.
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Rick – Rosa gets some revenge against Serai for her nose.
Matt – Now BOTH women are bleeding!.......wait…
Rick – Don’t even say it.
Serai slowly tries to stand. Rosa kicks her to the gut, kicking Serai back to the ground. Rosa stomps on Serai’s hand, then plants her boot on Serai’s face, scraping her boot across it.
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Rosa slides back into the ring, waiting for Serai. Serai gets to her feet.
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Serai climbs back up into the ring. Rosa drops her knee across Serai’s back, and drags her to the center of the ring. She rolls Serai over and goes for a pin.
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Serai gets her shoulder up. Rosalie stands, shaking her head.
Rick – Frustration starting to set in here.
Matt – Rosalie must be wondering what it’s going to take to put Serai away.
Rick – Serai Leone dominated the early matchup…but she’s struggled in the later-going, and I can’t help but think Rosalie Knight has the upper hand.
Rosa lifts Serai to her feet. Serai digs her thumb into Rosa’s eye, causing Rosalie to let go, turning away. Serai runs up behind her, driving her shoulder to the back of Rosa’s knee, taking her to the mat. Serai stomps down on Rosalie’s ankle, then follows with a stomp to her knee. Serai lifts Rosa to her feet and throws her to the ropes. Rosa manages to grab the ropes, preventing herself from rebounding off. Serai charges Rosa, who ducks, pulling the rope down. Serai stops herself from tumbling over the tope rope. She turns to Rosa, and takes her down with a stiff clothesline.
Matt – Both these women learning from past mistakes. Rosa wasn’t looking to get kicked in the face again, and Serai knew all too well Rosa’s top rope pulling trick!
Rick – This is good.
Serai wraps Rosa’s leg around the bottom rope and pulls on it, twisting her leg at the knee at an unnatural angle. The referee calls for the break.
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Serai releases the hold, stepping back. Rosa slowly stands, her leg shaking as she gets to her feet.
Rick – I think her leg is starting to wear down here.
Matt – Serai has really changed up her strategy here. Targeting one part. Smart move.
Serai pulls Rosa away from the ropes, and lifts her in a suplex. Rosa drives her knee into Serai’s skull, and drops behind her. Rosa grabs Serai’s shoulders, planting her to the mat. Rosa quickly retreats to the corner, and climbs to the top tope. She looks at Serai for a moment, then leaps off, connecting with a Knightfall.
Rick – She hit it!
Matt – KNIGHTFALL!
Rosa hooks Serai’s leg.
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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner, and advancing to the second round…ROSALIE KNIGHT!!!
Rick – A tough battle for both women, but Rosalie Knight managed to pull it off!
Matt – Rosalie has said week in and week out that she’s sick of being pushed to the back…this is a HUGE step to silencing all her doubters!
Robbie Hart stands, clapping for Rosa, smirking. Rosalie calls for a microphone.
Rosalie Knight You keep gloating, Rob. Keep clapping, keep watching. You know as well as I do…as well as all these people know…you didn’t earn that title around your waist.
Robbie gives a look of mock surprise, pointing at the High Impact title. He grins.
Rosalie Knight That was a handicap match. That was me against Upper Limit…and damn it, I almost had it anyway. You know, one on one, you couldn’t stand up to someone like me. Without Ruben watching your back, or Shark handing you titles…I would have won the High Impact Championship at Rising Monarchy.
Robbie takes a mic from a ringside worker.
Robbie Hart Now, come on. Here, I come out to see a good match, and I applaud your hard-earned victory, and you insult me, and question my integrity? Come on, Rosie.
He smirks.
Robbie Hart I don’t know what you’re on about, Miss Knight. Upper Limit fought fairly. We did everything we could to make the match as even and competitive as possible.
Rosalie Knight Bullshit!
Robbie Hart Settle down there. If you think I’m wrong-
Rosalie Knight I do.
Robbie frowns.
Robbie Hart If you think I’m wrong, and you think you can take this title from me…all you need to do is ask…
Rick – Robbie throwing down the gauntlet!
Rosalie Knight You’re on. If I don’t make the finals of this tournament, Robbie…I’m taking you on for the High Impact Title at Nowhere to Run. And when you and I are locked in a cage together, I won’t have to worry about your friends in Upper Limit bailing you out.
Robbie smirks again.
Robbie Hart It’s a date, then.
He slowly circles the ring, and starts heading up the ramp, never taking his eyes of Rosa as he goes. The show cuts to backstage.
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Javier Sanchez stands backstage facing the cameras, Javier looks over to his left.
Javier Sanchez Ladies and gentlemen after months of pain and suffering and deep depression, I would like to confirm that the Pure Blood Tyson Rowle has updated his IWF contract. And so, without further adieu, Tyson Rowle!!!!
Tyson Rowle walks next to Javier Sanchez and looks into the camera with a sharp confident grin on his face, Mild cheering echoes around the arena stands, happy expressions gather around Tyson Rowle’s faces
Javier Sanchez Tyson we haven’t heard anything from you for five months? It was like you was being blanked out?
Tyson Rowle After months of despair chaos and torture, I can confirm that I am better than ever. For those five months I sat in my hospital armchair with morphine tapped and being pumped into my veins. I couldn’t move I couldn’t speak but what I could do was watch in horror, that’s right I was sat there in the hospital wing watching the IWF shows from my hospital wing TV! I was in misery when I saw Stygian capture the IWF world title and retire Brandon MacDonald, then I saw Steel Angel rise through the roster and headline with Corey Casey. All these men have overtaken me I was sure that I would become world champion and headline before any of these men, many people to this day will give me a lecture and disagree that I don’t deserve to main event, well they’re wrong because when I won the high impact championship and competed in the match of the year at from the ashes I was promised that I would main event and move on to bigger things…… But look what happened a few months after they spat between my eyes and gave my push to Steel angel and Stygian, I am an original server here in IWF I competed in the very first month of the opening and these scavengers come and steal my opportunities. Do you know how it feels to be in hospital completely hopeless and powerless, and see people on the TV achieve and get things that you truly deserve? But I will tell you this one night while I was laying asleep in the hospital wings, I had a great dream or epiphany that some would say it changed the way I thought and gave me the motivation to return and overcome my depression and anxiety. While I was dreaming I had a remarkable vision of the grand city and myself, I was walking in the grand city it was no longer forgotten the fields were golden than ever and the sharp white sun reflected onto the beautiful crystal coated ground, That’s when I saw it the greatest sight of my life the masses all gathered around a man wearing a suit the man raised his hand up in the air lifting up the IWF world championship he yelled “ Greatness has returned to the grand city this city will never ever be forgotten like it once was” then I realised the man holding the championship was the future me! The odd thing was when I woke from the dream I felt 100% better, and I was released and cleared from the hospital. That’s what I need to do and that’s what I will do sooner or later the truth will be shown and each and every one will taste the bitter taste of defeat!
The show cuts to commercial
Chuck Matthews Admin
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Heather Thompson – The following is a Battle for the Briefcase First Round Match! Introducing first…
Undead! Undead! Undead! Undead! You better get out the way tomarrow we'll rise so let's fight today you know I'll don't give a fuck what you think or say because we're rocking this place anyway
Sir Mixer arrives wearing his hoodie complete with baseball cap and T-shirt. He smiles with his boombox slugged on his shoulder as he moves down the ramp doing some dance moves while ignoring the crowd.
Undead! You better get out the way tomarrow we'll rise so let's fight today you know I'll don't give a fuck what you think or say because we're rocking this place anyway
He enters the ring and poses on one the turnbuckles, he flips off the audeince as they jeer him. He seems to enjoy it as he removes the boombox, hoodie, and shirt as he gets ready to fight.
Heather Thompson – From Brooklyn, New York, weighing 258 pounds…SIR MIXER!
Rick – And if you’re just joining us, we’re live on Battle Grounds, and it’s Tournament Time!
Matt – We’ve seen six of the eight first round matches. Some really great battles, some not so much.
Rick – This one is going to be of the latter category, I think.
This one right here is for the Riot Makers! The moshers! The stompers! The jailbreakers! We gon start this shit off right! We got JFRESH in the house tonight! We gon start this shit off right! We got Sharkys Angels in the house tonight!
James Shark walks out of the curtains nodding his head. He stands in the center and begins to flex and spot out girls from the crowd, eyeing and winking at them.
I dont know why they keep pumping its something Maybe in the music when it be pumping its crunk and its hella haterific Throw your panties in the air cuz Sharks match is about to air When its over its looking bloody and satanistic Niggas from everywhere listen to me when I be talkin shit Im turbulent, some get nervous when I wreck arenas Match promoters in Honolulu dont wanna see me Cause they say Samoans will get knocked the fuck out.
James Shark walks a few steps down the ramp but again stops, this time to pose for the cameras flashing off his confident smile.
RIOT MAKER!, thats if you dont know... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, they mosh at my shows... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, and I come out swinging... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, I dont give a damn about nothing!
James Shark stops and continues to walk down the ramp, he makes it to the front of the ring, he walks around it eyeing the reff giving him a dirty look.
Back on cause this for Fat Tone and Mac Dre all of the soldiers who got gone on that day All my people's thats sitting in prison this is for you so wont you listen to the shit that I'm spitting? Fuck the law and the government they'll hem yo ass up They'll do everything in their power to get a fast buck No right or wrongs, just killer bees out for your honeycomb Bet you find out, when you bind out, when you bond out you can be free if you money long Ever been to one of my shows? Yeah, it might be crazy In Ohio, a chick got a little too hyphy, baby Stage diving and crowd surfing couldn't hold back But they dropped her, now she's unconscious with her skull cracked Now when this happened, it wasn't even during my set They wanted me to give a signed poster to the hospital Bet when Travis told me we got papers, I thought he was playing.. This bitch is suin Tecca Nina for a hundred grand! Cause I'm a..
James Shark gets to where the announce table is and begins to talk shit to the announce crew before making his way over to the stairs and climbing up towards the ring.
RIOT MAKER!, thats if you dont know... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, they mosh at my shows... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, and I come out swinging... Im a... RIOT MAKER!, I dont give a damn about nothing!
James Shark gets into the ring and continues to eye down the reff, he bumbs into him hard almost causing the reff to stumble over, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and again begins to eye the ladies in the crowd
Like you ain't know, we put it down like this Snug Brim, Kansas City, Missouri, uzi,groupies,doobies, fifths You Suzie Q's ain't no excuse for the sick So watch your tongue, if you’re whooping I’ll get to shootin’ over you and your bitch You just assume you tried the shoes, and they fit You never knew that I lose you off in the section with your dude in the ditch Whether it's rapping dog, or moving them bricks I keep it gutter little homie, look my records, see I'm doing it thick As you can tell I ain't no regular nigga... I'm filled with star quality Blow indo with bitches thats naked... and watch your broad swallow me It’s only so long you can fake it.. so don't try ta follow me And still can't get back up on your feet... found right back where you ought to be I see you frowning cause Strange Music got it locked boy Invest yo stock boy, Kansas City hot boy It's really fuck a hata, smoke some weed, get your paper You can see me now or later, motherfucking Riot Maker.
James Shark jumps off the turnbuckle and begins to say some words to the reff, almost threatning him before going over to the turnbuckle across from him as the music fades away
Heather Thompson – And the opponent…from Brooklyn, New York, weighing 205 pounds…JAMES SHARK!!!
Matt – Get yo money on Sharky!
Rick – James Shark and Sir Mixer were once teammates in Team Swag…now they fight in the first round of the tournament.
Matt – Sharky gonna muck em.
Battle for the Briefcase Tournament Round One #2 James Shark [vs] Sir Mixer #15
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Sir Mixer and James Shark circle in the ring. Mixer extends his fist, and Shark makes a motion to bump it, before cocking back and punching Mixer straight to the face with his other hand. Mixer falls to the mat, and quickly gets up.
Rick – Shark starting it off right.
Sir Mixer throws a flurry of punches, which Shark dodges easily. Shark doesn’t fight back, simply letting the shots miss as he weaves between Mixer’s blows. Shark finally shoves Mixer back, and taunts for the crowd. He smirks, and turns around, only to be caught in the jaw with a stiff blow from Mixer. Shark stumbles back, and leans on the ropes for support.
Matt – DAMN!
Rick – Shark just got rocked, big time!
Matt – And I don’t think he expected it at all!
Shark looks at Mixer, surprised. Mixer runs forward, and begins raining down punches on Shark. Shark shoves him away, and the referee holds Mixer back, warning him. Shark rests his hands on his knees, taking a breather. Mixer walks up behind Shark, who spins around, connecting a massive right hand to Mixer’s face which takes him out completely.
Matt – SWAG OUT!
The referee checks on Sir Mixer and calls for the bell.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner as a result of a knockout…JAMES SHARK!
Shark climbs to the top rope, posing for the crowd. He points at Mixer, then rubs his eyes, making a crying motion. He smirks.
Rick – Shark played possum, made it seem like he wasn’t in the match, then BOOM!
Matt – Knocked the FUCK out!
Craig Hemming charges down the ramp and slides into the ring as Shark celebrates. Shark jumps down, staring at Craig. Craig shoves Shark, sending him to the mat. Shark immediately scrambles to his feet and throws a huge punch to Craig’s gut. Craig shakes it off like it’s nothing, then grabs Shark by the throat with both hands, and throws him to the corner. Craig runs, clotheslining Shark, causing Shark to slump to the mat. Craig plants his foot on Shark’s throat, choking him out in the corner.
Rick – Shark just fought, and Craig Hemming is taking advantage!
Matt – SHARKY NOOOO!
Corey Casey races down the ramp, and he and Craig immediately start trading blows. Shark gets to his feet, and joing Corey, the two of them beating Craig back. The lights go out.
Rick – DEATH-ANGEL!
The lights turn on, and Dark Archangel is standing behind Corey. He and Corey begin fighting as Shark and Craig continue their brawl.
Matt – MADNESS!
Stygian slowly walks down the ramp, staring at the mayhem in the ring.
Rick – THe IWF Champion will put an end to this.
Styg climbs into the ring, staring at the men fighting. Without warning, he lifts his boot and sends it straight to the face of Corey Casey. Shark turns in time to see Shark, and hits him with a massive boot as well. Stygian grabs each man by the throat, lifting them to their feet. He throws Corey to Steel, who catches Corey, and lifts him in a military press. Stygian throws Shark to Craig, who lifts him in a powerbomb position. The two men hold their adversaries high for a moment.
Matt – This is such bullshit.
Stygian holds out his thumbs, looking to the crowd, who boos loudly. Stygian smirks, and gives the thumbs down sign. Immediately, Steel drops Corey, catching him in a cutter, while Craig brings Shark crashing down in a massive powerbomb.
Rick – Chaos Destruction to Casey, and a Hemmingbomb for Shark!
Stygian smirks, and stares at the two men lying in the ring.
Matt – Does this mean…
Rick – Stygian and Hemming have picked their sides! GOODBYE, UPPER LIMIT!
Stygian, Craig, and Archangel slide out of the ring, heading back up the ramp as the show goes to commercial.
The show returns to Rick and Matt sitting at the table.
Matt – And it’s about that time again!
Rick – Main event time, baby!
Heather Thompson – The following is the main event of the evening, and is the final match of the first round! Introducing first…
The rhythmic intro of 'Free Again' by Scary Kids Scaring Kids hits the speakers as Bennett emerges from the curtains. Pausing for a moment as he glances around at the less than enthusiastic crowd, shaking his head and slowly moving forwards. His fingertips dug into his palms as he licked his lips, perhaps preparing for the brutality that was about to come - trotting on down the ramp.
Rick – Bennett Blackwood looking to debut here tonight, and make a big impact in the Battle for the Briefcase Tournament.
Matt – Yeah, but he’s got a hell of an obstacle here as he faces-
Chuck Matthews charges from behind the curtain, towards Bennett on the ramp. Blackwood turns around just in tim to see Chuck put his shoulder down. Chuck catches Bennett by the gut, spearing him into the ramp with enough force to carry both men halfway down the ramp, to the foot of the ring.
Rick – MASSIVE Hollywood Impact!
Matt – Bennett’s head bounced off that steel ramp! He’s out of it!
Chuck gets to his feet, running his hands through his hair, looking down at Bennett. He lifts Bennett, and rolls him under the bottom rope. He slides into the ring, and yells at the referee, who calls for the bell.
Rick – Chuck Matthews doesn’t get paid by the hour…
Battle for the Briefcase Round One #1 Chuck Matthews [vs] Bennett Blackwood #16
Chuck moves to the corner, screaming at Bennett to get up. He crouches down, punching the mat repeatedly, pulling at his hair.
Matt – Chuck is a man possessed…
Rick – What the fuck is he doing?
Bennett slowly gets to his feet, shaking his head. He turns around and Chuck explodes out of the corner, spearing Bennett to the mat a second time. Bennett lies motionless as Chuck stands, staring down at him. Chuck runs his hands through his head, and goes for the pin.
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Rick – He could have counted to a hundred.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner…CHUCK MATTHEWS!!!
Chuck slides out of the ring, not bothering to pose or celebrate. He walks halfway up the ramp, holding his hand over his chest. He reaches the top of the stage, and glances coldly at the ring, before disappearing from sight behind the curtain.
Rick – A great show, and a great way to kick off the tournament!
Matt – No kidding! Join us next week, when-
Rock N’ Roll by Skrillex begins to play over the loudspeakers as the fans start to cheer.
Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n’ roll Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n’ roll Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n’ roll
Brandon Macdonald walks out onto the stage as the music plays. He smiles for the crowd who cheers louder. Brandon Macdonald jumps around and points at the fans
Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n’ roll Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n’ roll Hello again, to all my friends, together we can play some rock n’ roll
Brandon Macdonald walks down the ramp, jumping all around and high fiving fans the whole way down. He poses for a picture or two with the fans, before walking towards the ring.
Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll, Rock N’ Roll
Brandon Macdonald gets to the center of the ring as the lights slowly dim around him.
R-R-R-R-R-R-Rock N’ Roll, R-R-R-R-R-R-Rock N’ Roll Rock N’ Roll!
Brandon Macdonald starts jumping around and fist pumping as the dub begins to play loudly over the loudspeakers. He jumps onto the turnbuckle and continues to fist pump and dance around. Eventually, the music fades and Brandon Macdonald walks over to his corner, looking at the fans. He takes a microphone from a ringside worker.
Brandon Macdonald Man, this is tough. I’ve had a week to think about this. A week to plan out some sort of big speech, some final goodbye. But I came up with nothing. I just didn’t want to think about it. The last year has been the most exciting and most fun year of my life. I loved every minute of working for the IWF. I mean, that’s not to say that I had some lows. You guys saw me at the top of the mountain, and then at the bottom of a cliff. You’ve been there for me when I won the IWF Championship. Then you were with me when I physically died in this ring. Not one of my prouder moments, but you know, its kind of cool to tell people that you’ve died before, am I right?
The crowd laughs and cheers
Brandon Macdonald And now all that’s over. My final title reign as a professional wrestler came to and end because I couldn’t beat the new IWF Champion Stygian. Look, boo all you want at Stygian. The guy is a total douchebag, and it’s not hard to see that. But the man knows how to fight. I’ve never been pushed to my limits like Stygian pushed me. And in the end, the better wrestler won last week. Stygian was just better than me on that day. Do I think I could beat him if we had a rematch? Absolutely. But that’s not going to happen. My career was on the line, and I lost. Simple as that. No more wrestling for me.
The crowd boos as Brandon quiets them down
Brandon Macdonald I’m not sad that I have to retire. I gave everything I had week in and week out for this company, and you all saw that. I was at the top of the mountain for so long. I gave all that I could to this business. In fact, I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you this, but I figured I might as well. I was planning on retiring even if I had won last week. I just have nothing left to give to the IWF. I know that may be the unpopular choice, but it’s my choice, and I was going to stick with it no matter what. I look back at my career in the IWF, and even back in the NLWF. And there’s nothing that I believe I didn’t do. Everything that I set out to do when I began wrestling, I accomplished. There’s nothing left for me to do here. I’ve been offered a contract for a team in the NFL. Well, actually, I’ve been offered a few. But there’s one that I’m going to take. And I really hope that you all can wait for that announcement, and support me through this. I really want to give this a shot, and I hope you all understand that.
The fans continue to cheer.
Brandon Macdonald So now, I guess it’s time for me to go. I’d just like to thank everyone who helped me through this time in the IWF. My girlfriend Keagan Davis-Brown, who’s currently backstage, waiting for me to come back so we can have one last locker room celebration. My ex-wife Anna Stone, who, even though we had our differences, really stuck by me through all of it. I’d like to thank Corey Casey, James Shark, Chad, Ashley, Jason Hawk, all of those guys, for really being my friends, and helping me get through difficult times. As weird as it sounds, I gotta thank Chuck Matthews as well. He let me bang his smoking hot daughter on his own bed! What more could a man want right?
The crowd laughs loudly as Brandon smiles, before wiping his eyes.
Brandon Macdonald Thanks Rick, thanks Matt. Thanks Johnny Electric. Thanks to the always-secret IWF Board of Directors. All the referees, cameramen, backstage crew, the guys that no one thinks about. You guys make these shows happen, and you deserve a thank you.
Brandon pauses for a moment and stares down at the ground.
Brandon Macdonald This is it. I’m officially done. My IWF career ends now. To all you fans, I say this. It’s been one hell of a ride, hasn’t it? Thank you all. You kept me going. You made me the wrestler I was. And for that, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.
Brandon Macdonald goes to say something else, but can’t. He wipes his eyes and tries to hold back his tears as the crowd cheers.
Rick – He shouldn’t have fucked with Stygian.
Matt – Dude, now is not the time.
Rick – YOU’RE being serious?!
The camera shows Brandon standing in the ring, looking at the crowd as the show ends.
Subject: Battle Grounds XXXII: Third Time's a Charm 
Mon Feb 06, 2012 7:41 pm
