The double bass kicks in, and we’re taken inside the Bell Centre. Fireworks scatter shoot across the top of the arena, combining with the extremely loud crowd to nearly block out the screeching black metal theme song. Most fans at ringside can be seen covering their ears from the overzealous amount of fireworks that is exploding all around the arena. After nearly a minute of the viewer enjoying the opening fireworks show, we go to the crowd where we can see signs of all shapes, types, and colors. Such signs include ‘HOSTYLE THE NEXT HIGH IMPACT CHAMPION’, ‘I WANT A KISS FROM SALLY!’, and a paper puppet sign that has a drawstring to control a mask holding hand which transforms from Chad Mason’s face into Steel Angel’s. We go from the elaborate signs to the top stage, which has a giant ‘RAGNAROK banner done in jagged, sharp rocks. Underneath it is a curtain section, paneled with layers of stained red glass and draped with a pale white curtain. Red sparks shower from atop the rock banner, making it appear as if it’s raining blood in front of the curtains. Once the shower subsides, we go to ringside where Rick Christian and Matt Biggars await in their finest rent a tuxes.
Rick - Hello Insurgency fans! Thank you for joining us for one of the biggest, nastiest pay per views of the year, Ragnarok! I’m Rick Christian, and joining me at the pay per view broadcast booth as always everyone’s favorite pot head Matt Biggars!
Matt – Crush it up, Roll it up, and Smoke that shit! We’re in for one hell of a night!
Rick - Tonight’s card is stacked from beginning to end. The IWF really knows how to get the most bang for his buck, and tonight you’re getting the very in what should be another spectacular pay per view.
Matt - You would figure that with a pay per view clocking in at three hours, you’d be bored as shit. This isn’t the case with this card.
Rick - Oh hell no. This card has competitive, dangerous matches all through out. Starting it all out is Marcus Silverstone as he faces off against Ryan Apollos, in a non-sanction match!
Matt – These two are gonna kill each other and no one in IWF well be held responsible
Rick – After that we have two of the most talented divas in the game fighting for the Queen of Wrestling as Anna Stone defends her belt and her unbelievable win streak against Natural Law’s very own Ruby Winters!
Matt – Ruby Winters will be facing the toughest fight of her career tonight.
Rick - Following that assured Kash Money match is a four way match for the newly reinstated Full Throttle Championship!
Matt – If Hawk wins and retires the belt … I quit!
Rick - We’re going to be hearing a lot of holy shit chants tonight, as Robbie Hart will defend his High Impact Championship against Hostyle Jones in the first ever Hardcore Hart match!
Matt – There’s gonna be a lot of blood lose in that match, that’s a given! Right after that we have a Hellzone match between Stygian and Corey Casey!
Rick – Corey’s fighting to get back the IWF Championship strap that Stygian stole and has pretty much held for ransom! Have the blood bags ready, these fools are going to need a transfusion after this one!
Matt - After that horrific match up, we go a ticket to ‘From The Ashes’ to give away as are main event is the Road To Vahalla match! I look forward to this match every year Rick!
Rick - A lot of conclusions to rivalries on this show. Why don’t we shut the fuck up, and lets kick off the night with are opening bout!
Knock Knock Bitches
The lights shut off as Sssnakepit by Enter Shikari plays
Come and join the party leave anxieties behind When the weight of all the world is pushing down. Nah nah nah cut this tension mate it's too much.
Ah come on just open the door!
Ryan Apollos walks out on the stage and stops at the top of the ramp smiling. He then starts walking down to the ring.
Knocked off my feet by the backdraft Brought back to earth Oxygen clears my head And i just gotta say Oh you're not gonna believe this You can't perceive this This is like nothing you've seen before But lucky for you Yeh lucky for you This is an open door
Apollos walks around the ring before climbing onto the ring apron.
Come and join the party leave anxieties behind When the weight of all the world is pushing down. Down on your shoulders Come and join the party leave anxieties behind When the weight of all the world is pushing down Just push right back.
Apollos enters the ring and circles it before standing on the ring ropes facing the hard camera as the music fades.
Heather Thompson - The following is a one-fall, and is a non-sanction match! Introducing first…From Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing 250 pounds…RYAN APOLLOS!!
Rick – Why would Ryan even want this match, he hasn’t been cleared to wrestle! Natural Law almost broke his freaking neck three weeks ago!
Matt – Always said Ryan Apollos wasn’t the smartest guy in the lockeroom
"The Bad Boy" IWF Productions hits the PA system as Marcus Silverstone makes his way out to the ring, with a look of murder on his face. He struts his way down the ramp and up the steel steps. He takes a hard look at Ryan Apollos and you can almost feel the hatred these two men have for each other as Marcus enters the ring
Heather Thompson – And introducing next, from Boston, Massachusett, weighing in at 247 pounds … MARCUS SILVERSTONE!!!
Rick – and this match once again is not sanction by IWF. The insurgency is not responsible for what’s about to take place
Matt – Were about to witness a war!
Rick – The ref is only in this match to count a three, these two men can kill each other and get away with it.
Matt – It’s all legal like an episode of Jerry Springer!
The ref looks at both men and signals for the bell.
Non-Sanctioned Match Marcus Silverstone [vs] Ryan Apollos
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Right from the sound of the bell Ryan Apollos charges at Marcus hammering with straight punches to the head. Apollo’s backs Marcus up into the corner, Apollos charges into the corner and catches a kick straight into the stomach. Marcus tosses Apollos out of the ring, but Apollos slides right back in and as soon as Marcus turns around Apollos drops him with a spear and begins raining down more punches! Marcus pushes Apollos off of him, and rolls back to his feet. Apollos attempts another right, this time Marcus blocks it and Apollos pushes Marcus off the ropes, Marcus catches Ryan with a shoulder block and runs off the ropes again, only this time Apollo leap frogs over Marcus and sends Silverstone crashing to the outside!
Rick – Ryan looks to be on fire here tonight! You gotta believe he’s taking out all his aggression on Marcus
Matt – Silverstone’s getting what he deserves. For weeks we had to sit around and listen to him disrespect Death Angel and Ryan Apollos
Ryan catches his breath as Marcus reaches for something under the ring, Marcus pulls out a sledgehammer! Ryan has no idea and bounces off the ropes looking for a cross body but catches a sledgehammer right to the gut in mid air! Marcus then drives the hammer over Ryan’s back! Apollo drops to one knee as the crowed “OHH!!” at the violence they’re witnessing. Marcus then backs up with a big smile on his face as he has every intention of taking off Ryan Apollos head. He goes for the swing, but Ryan does a back roll up to his feet, narrowly getting clipped with the steel hammer tip
Rick – You had to guess that Marcus would be targeting Apollo’s neck and head looking to take Apollo out the game for good!
Matt – As much as I can’t stand him, Marcus has the killer instinct of a Muslim suicide bomber.
Marcus goes for another lunging swing. However Ryan leaps back just in time, and the hammer slams into the arm of a near by camera man! Apollos walks around the ring and falls to his knee to catch his breath, he takes a quick second and reaches under the ring to pull out a crow bar. As soon as Marcus comes running around the side of the ring, Ryan throws the crowbar at Marcus like a tomahawk, causing Marcus to wildly swing in an effort to deflect it! He’s only partially successful as the clawed part of the crowbar smacks hard off his right shoulder, causing his grip on the Hammer to weaken. Apollos acts instantaneously with a running flying dropkick, smacking Marcus back right into the steel steps! Ryan picks up Marcus and drops a knee to the abdomen, then a sharp forearm across the back. He then scoops Marcus up for a powerbomb, but Marcus is still holding that hammer! He starts smashing it violently into Ryan’s skull in the upswing, landing two hard shots to the back of Ryan’s all ready fragile head! He drops Marcus and flops to the ground from the extremely dangerous shots. Boo’s fill the arena as Marcus stands over him, screaming and kicking him in the face. Since Ryan is really hurt, Marcus takes a moment to taunt the fans. In this brief moment of opportunity, Ryan rolls over to his side and groggily reaches into his tights
Rick - It looks like Ryan’s reaching for something in his tights. Quite frankly I don’t know how he’s even conscious from taking two hammer shots to the back of the head, while still suffering from a concussion suffered three weeks ago!
Matt – Brandon told Ryan not to accept this match, that he wasn’t ready! After tonight we may never see Apollo inside another IWF ring again!
Rick - And Ryan is pulling out some brass knuckles! I thought his package looked different tonight.
Matt - Dude...wow. You fucking shameless man.
Rick - What did I say?
Ryan covertly slips on the brass knuckles, still playing up those hammer shots. After getting the crowd riled up for a good ten seconds, Marcus pulls up the ‘done’ Ryan Apollos by his hair, keeping him to a kneel as he raises the sledgehammer high. With him in that position, Marcus moves into an executioner style stance, preparing to cave in Ryan’s skull with the hammer. Mothers at ringside cover their children’s eyes as a violent, disgusting act is about to be witnessed
Rick - AH GOD!!! NO MARCUS!!!
Matt – He promised he would KILL Ryan here tonight and he looks to make good on that promise!
Just as Marcus is about to bring the hammer down, Ryan comes up with a huge uppercut, deflecting the hammer with the brass knuckles and sending it slamming back into Marcus’ face! He’s stunned and starts backpedalling, right into the security railing. Ryan Apollos takes advantage of an open opportunity and lets out a battle cry! He then runs full speed and spears Marcus right through the railing! An immediate “HOLY SHIT!!!” chant starts up as the cameraman moves close to see Ryan hooking the legs, and then rolling forward for a pin.
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Rick – and somehow Marcus Silverstone kicked out!
Matt – This is are opening match of the night and these two could end up tearing the whole arena down on top of them!
Marcus winces as Ryan slowly picking him up off the steel. Ryan drags the laggard Marcus Silverstone out of broken and exposed outside area. He takes Marcus up the steel ramp, without even thinking he tosses Marcus right off of the stage! Marcus crashes into a cable lined table below, looking incredibly sore as the fans seamlessly continue that “HOLY SHIT!” chants. Ryan grabs a chair from the nearby curtains and hops down off the stage, getting right by ramp side as he approaches Marcus. With one hand he grabs a hold of Marcus scraggly mop, then he throws him full speed in the guardrail! Fans “WOO!!” and pat Ryan’s shoulder as he comes to pick up Marcus. He goes to pick him up by his hair again, but this time Marcus counters with a huge nut shot! Back to the boos as Marcus fights the pain, powering up to a crouch and dropping the stunned Ryan face first on the guardrail! The force of the move sends Apollos snapping back, flopping to the concrete as he cringes from the skull ringing pain. A thick cut has opened up right above the left eye of Ryan Apollos and it already is coursing heavily.
Rick – Ryan Apollos just got busted open BIG TIME!
Matt - Some of the best weapons in wrestling is your environment. This mothafucker know how to use it.
Rick - Yes sir he does. Not only that, but Marcus’ pain threshold has been incredible. You may not like him folks, but this kid is a warrior!
Marcus falls on top of Ryan Apollos and the ref drops to make the cover
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Rick – NO SOMEHOW RYAN APOLLOS KICKED OUT!
Matt – I don’t know how the kid did it, but he did!
Rick – This match was damn close to being over
Marcus wearily raises to his feet, looking around to the crowd. Even though he’s the least liked of the competitors, fans still try to pat him on the back, Marcus pushes two fans off there seats and grabs there chairs. With one weapon per hand, Marcus comes after the crimson Ryan who is panicking over the huge cut. Marcus lunges at Ryan with a double flying eagle style weapon smash, but Ryan counters perfectly by crunching in his lower torso, then pressing Marcus off of him with his legs and sending him smashing back first into the guardrail!
This gets a “RYAN!! RYAN!! RYAN!!” chants as the fans attempt to rally Ryan Apollos to his feet.
He slowly rolls up, blood soaking in every pore of his face. Still determined, he stalks Marcus with a cocked back brass knuckle lined hand. Marcus rolls his back against the guardrail, looking to escape into the crowd. He does as he flips backwards just in time, avoiding a big haymaker from Ryan Apollos He scampers to his feet and waves on Ryan as the crowd clears a course for the two. Wooing idiots and drunkards try to get camera time as Ryan steps over the guardrail, looking motivated to do some damage. Marcus keeps backpedaling, getting Ryan to expel as much energy as possible in this match.
Matt – I told you Marcus aint shit, look at him retreating.
Rick - There’s always a method to his madness. Although I gotta give Ryan Apollos props, this mothafucker don’t give a shit about his health. He looks like the walking dead and he still coming forward
A fan doesn’t like the retreating act, so he pushes Marcus into Ryan, who swings for a giant loaded right hand. Luckily Marcus ducks and tosses Apollos up and over with the momentum, sending his spine crashing against to the outside of the ring! Marcus then grabs another chair in an attempt to smash in Ryan’s face. Marcus rolls over the railing and He throw the chair down gorilla style to the ground, but Ryan sits up just in time, sending the chair clanging down to the floor! Marcus looks intent on making the chair hit its target, and he chases Ryan around the ring, Ryan stops and fires off a solid brass knuckle shot to Marcus face, opening up a cut over his eye as well!!
Rick - Now Marcus is busted open! Nothing like returning the favor!
Matt - Shit was even. Things are looking to get real, for Marcus Silverstone, real soon.
Rick - For real?
Matt - For real dog
Marcus collapses backwards right against the ring, grabbing his eye and stomping as the blood seeps through the cracks of his right hand. Ryan Apollos picks up Marcus once again, and this time aims for the Silencer! Even though he’s heavily stunned, Marcus still manages too slip out before Ryan has a chance to deliver the deadly move, and fires back with the Silver Suplex! Which sends the sluggish Ryan crashing down! Marcus drops down, hooking the leg
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Rick - Almost 3! Somehow Rebel finds it in him to kick out once again!
Matt – No one’s gonna win this match until one of these guys are dead![/b]
Marcus rolls off of Ryan Apollos and breaks apart the steel steps. Marcus then runs around the ring and right as Ryan Apollos is getting back to his feet, Marcus comes running full speed and bull dogs Ryan’s face right into the bottom portion of the steel steps!
Rick – Ryan Apollo’s bloody face just bounced right off the steel steps from that running bull dog from Marcus Silverstone!
Matt – Now what is Marcus doing?
Marcus pulls out a ladder from under the ring, Ryan Apollos slowly gets back to his feet but is quickly knocked backed down as Marcus uses the ladder as a bettering ram right into the face of Ryan Apollos! Marcus sets the ladder against one of the corners of the ring, He picks Ryan up and looks to irish whip Ryan right into the ladder, but Apollos reverses it and whips Marcus into the ladder, Marcus puts on the breaks before hitting the ladder and as Apollos turns around Marcus drops him with a DDT! Marcus doesn’t waste any time as he grabs the legs of Ryan and slingshots Apollos face first into the ladder!
Rick – I bet you my life, Ryan Apollos is regretting accepting this match
Matt – Both men understood what could happen, and both men signed the contract releasing any responsibility to the Insurgency
Marcus rolls Ryan into the ring, and once again hooks the legs
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Rick – NO! AGAIN RYAN APOLLOS KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!
Matt – How the hell is Ryan still fighting?
Rick – Kid is showing the world how big his heart is here tonight
Marcus rolls out of the ring and grabs the ladder and looks to slide it into the ring, but out of no where Ryan Apollos baseball slides the steel ladder right into Marcus Silverstone dropping Marcus to the outside! Ryan Apollo’s rolls out the ring and begins to hammer the face of Marcus Silverstone!
Rick – We might have just seen Marcus Silverstone best chance of winning go away from that ladder shot!
Matt – That ladder was driven right into the chest and rib area of Marcus!
Ryan rolls Marcus into the ring, and he begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Marcus slowly crawls to the corner and the two begin trading punches on the turnbuckle. Marcus uses everything he has and drives an elbow into the side of the neck of Ryan Apollos. Marcus sets up Ryan and the two of them are standing on the corner and both men come crashing down to the ring via a superplex from Marcus Silverstone!
Marcus hooks the leg going for another cover…
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Rick – Again Ryan Apollos kicks out!
Matt – I don’t know how these two are still standing let alone kicking out!
Marcus gets up and whips Ryan to the ropes, Ryan comes back and leaps up catching Marcus with a roll up!
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Rick – This time Marcus kicks out!
Matt – Marcus is already back up to his feet, though Rick
Marcus runs off the ropes but Ryan is there to drop him with a drop kick to the bleeding face of Marcus Silverstone! Ryan rolls out the ring and grabs the top half of the steel steps and slides it into the ring, He rolls in behind and picks the steel steps over his head, he attempts to drive the steps into the head of Marcus Silverstone, but Marcus hits a drop toe hold sending Ryan face first into the steel steps! Marcus rolls out of the ring, and sets up a table, Apollos also rolls his beaten and bloody body out of the ring, he grabs a chair, Marcus doesn’t see it and as soon as he turns around he gets blasted with the chair, and Marcus lies on top of the table. Ryan slowly rolls back into the ring and crawls to the corner, and with everything he has left he climbs to the top of the ropes and throws his body off the top rope crashing down and through the table on top of Marcus with a cross body! The ref drops to make the cover …
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Rick – NO! SON OF A BITCH! MARCUS GOT HIS SHOULDER UP A MILASECOND BEFORE THE THREE!
Matt – I don’t think any one is going to win this match here tonight!
Rick – And this is the opening match of the night! We still have a shitload of more action to come!
Both men slowly roll into the ring, Both men use the ropes to get back to there feet, Apollos stumbles his way towards Marcus, he looks around at the crowed and calls for the end, as he slowly sets up Marcus for the Silencer, but before he can even get it set up, Marcus delivers a low blow and with out missing a beat drops Ryan Apollos with the Ground Zero!!! Marcus lays on top of Ryan Apollos as the ref drops to make the cover …
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Ding … Ding … Ding
Heather Thompson – Here is you’re winner MARCUS SILVERSTONE!!!
Rick – I don’t care if you hate this guy Matt; he just pulled out all the stops and did what he came to do!
Matt – The guy’s still a dick, Ryan came with in seconds of winning this match, and if you ask me Marcus just got lucky here tonight!
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Upon return from the break, we see a stage set up in the ring, it’s the same stage we’ve seen once before. A big yellow backdrop reads ‘HIJINX’ in blinking red neon letters, and underneath that sign are three plastic chambers. Each enclosed with a buzzer in the center of them, and those familiar black boxes on each roof. All of a sudden the lights go out in the arena, and we hear a familiar voice….
Jinx Ladies and gentlemen...transgenders and hermaphrodites of all ages....I bring you...HIJINX!!
Cheesy 70’s game show music plays, bringing on swaying spotlights which dance back and forth across the set. Adding to those spotlights is a giant one, which focuses on the ring curtain. Stepping out through the curtain is Jinx, bringing on automatic boos from all those in attendance. He smiles and nods to them in his yellow suit, and makes his way down to the ring. After taking to the center, he snaps his fingers, bringing the normal lighting on, and the attention to him
Jinx Welcome everyone to a very special PPV edition of Hijinx! This be are second episode 9Yea I couldn’t believe they didn’t pull the plug after the first edition!) Eeveryone should now how this works three special guests will answer a set of simple trivia questions. If they get them right...they escape without activating the box. And they win a year’s supply of food stamps! Or whatever Canada uses to feed the poor!
Jinx yanks a wad of food stamps out of his pocket, rubbing it all over his body
Jinx Of course if they lose, well then, they activate the box. And could end up with a case of Aids courtesy of Alison Williams! So without further adieu, the contestants!
The cheesy 70’s music plays again, and out the through the curtains step Duke Dice, Gunther wearing a two piece bikini, and a special guest Swan Lee! Swan comes out wearing a necklace made out of dildo’s and rocking a tutu. They make their way to the ring, with Gunther and Swan clearly having fun. Duke, not so much. Duke Dice looks all business. The contestants take the appropriate chambers and they close, ready to start the game. The theme music halts, and Jinx speaks.
Jinx Alright. Now that our contestants are all nestled in, and I gotta admit, Swan Lee you maybe the fruitiest motherfucker I’ve ever meet! So we’ll start with you!
Swan Lee pulls a dildo out of his mouth, but looks up at the box with concern
Jinx Swan Lee...what is the most annoying thing about Jason Hawk?
The choices pop up on the InsurgencyTron
A. He’s named after a bird
B. Being the worst Full Throttle Champion ever
C. His lame ass jokes
D. All Of The Above
Swan Lee is reluctant to answer and doesn't seem to like the choices
Swan Lee What is most annoying?
Jinx Remove the Jizz from your ears, that’s what I said! You got Three seconds
Swan Lee Uhh...B?
Jinx D it is.
Swan Lee No, I said B
DING DING DING!!
Jinx D is correct. All of the above. And you are free to go fuck yourself with your pretty necklace
Swan Lee chamber opens and he gives Jinx a kiss on the cheek, an dJinx whacks him with Sally!
Jinx Alright. Up next is the only guy who could pull of a Victoria Secret two piece other then myself … Gunther!
Gunther looks nervous as he adjust his sunglasses and he too eyes the box hanging ominously over his head
Jinx Here is your multiple choice question. What are the odds that someone other then me walks out of Canada as the Full Throttle champion?
The choices pop up
A. One In A Million.
B. One In A Billion
C. One In A Trillion
D. A dingleberry stuck to the ass of King Brucey
Gunther thinks real long and hard about his answer, then buzzes with zero confidence and takes a stab
Gunther Umm...D?
Jinx lets the anticipation set in, then screams
Jinx ENNNK!!! Oddly enough the correct answer is A, who the hell comes up with these fucking answers?!
The box above opens with a button push from Jinx, and Big Dick Johnson all greased up and rocking a Canadain G-string jumps on Gunther trying to hump him as Gunther hurries out of the chamber and out of the ring.
Jinx Oh my, I think Big Dick Johnson is in HEAT! Now, for our final contestant, Mr. Duke Dice!
Duke Dice really looks worried after seeing what came down on Gunther
Jinx Now Dice master, here is your question. Why aren’t you booked on this card?
The choices begin to pop up
A. IWF wants people to order Ragnarok
B. No one knows who the hell you are
C. Are you still signed?
D. All Of The Above.
Jinx then waits for Duke’s answer but he has no intention of giving one. He simply stares Duke down with anger in his eyes
Jinx Your answer Duke? We don’t have all day, there is a wrestling match waiting to start
Duke has no answer
Jinx ENNNK!!! Sorry. The answer of course is D. All of the above…Dumbass!
Jinx triggers the hatch and Duke is showered by a bag of dice. He runs out the chamber giving Jinx a ‘fuck you’ look before rolling out the ring
Jinx Talk about being a sour puss! Well ladies and homo’s that’s all the time we have for tonight, be sure to watch me become the new Full Throttle champion later tonight! ToOotleSsSs everyone!
The cheesy 70’s game show theme hits and Jinx moonwalks out of the ring, as the ring crew chases Big Dick Johnson out the ring and the rest cleans up preparing for the Queen of Wrestling championship match as we fade to a promo hyping up 'Heroes Also Die II' next month on PPV
Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the IWF Queen of Wrestling Championship! Introducing first…
"Maneater" starts up and dark red lights come together to form one large circle at the top of the entrance ramp. The crowd begins booing as Ruby steps out from the back, a seductive smirk on her face as she looks around at the crowd. Once she spots a couple, she walks down the ramp and towards the couple, grabbing the guy and giving him a large kiss, wiping her mouth when she's done. Before she walks off, she gives the guy a wink and waves at the guy's woman. She continues her way down the ramp, the dark red lights following her, and she slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Ruby stands in the center of the ring and winks at the camera before giving a seductive smirk and going over to a corner of the ring to wait for the match start.
Heather Thompson – The challenger, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 119 pounds, she is the first lady of Natural Law … RUBY WINTERS!!!
Rick – Ruby Winters is going to have her hands full tonight, as she looks to break the unbelievable win streak of Anna Stone!
Matt – You’re crazy Rick, I don’t think anyone on the roster male or female can stop Anna, you seen how she dropped Robbie last week. Chick is on fire!
Rick – Chad Mason promised the world that Natural Law would leave tonight with the Queen of Wrestling, The Full Throttle and the World Championship. Guess were about to see if he’s right
We Found Love begins to play as Anna Stone bounces out from backstage, The queen of Wrestling Championship belt around her waist. She laughs as some of the crowd boos, some cheer. She holds her title belt in the air, before slinging it around her shoulder. She makes her way down to the ring, not bothering to stop and trade pleasantries with any of the fans. She seductively slides into the ring and poses on a turnbuckle with her title. She smirks at the crowd before walking back to her corner and handing the referee her title belt.
Heather Thompson – Introducing next, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 121 pounds, she is the IWF Queen of Wrestling Champion, Anna Stone!
Rick – And there is one of the greatest champions this company has ever seen, Anna hasn’t lost a match in almost 3 months!
Matt – But streaks are meant to be broken
Rick – I just don’t see this one breaking any time soon
The ref takes the Queen of Wrestling championship belt and holds it up in the center of the ring before calling for the bell
Queen of Wrestling Championship Anna Stone [vs] Ruby Winters
Ding Ding Ding
Anna Stone and Ruby Winters stare each other down from opposite corners. Neither woman leap out of the gate, however, as they continue to lock eyes. Anna stirs first, ready for battle, as she takes a few steps towards Ruby with hands up ready for tie-up. Ruby waves Anna on as she breaks out of the still trance, and hops in to action
Rick - The atmosphere here in Montreal, hasn’t wavered a bit since the opening pyrotechnics. They are red hot for this match up! And the tension can be felt from every seat.
Matt – Did you see are opener? Marcus Silverstone and Ryan Apollos damn near killed each other!
Ruby engages Anna in his tie-up wishes, both women roughly grabbing the other’s collar and elbow. They tug each other around a bit before Anna whips around with Ruby’s arm into a wrench, tugging it hard. Rubyis quick to reverse it, slipping behind Anna and wrapping her up from behind. Anna drops to the mat and locks Ruby’s boot up with a drop toe hold, dragging the First Lady of Natural Law to the canvas. Hopping up and locking in a headlock, Anna secures position. Ruby slides out the back and both divas hop to their feet. Anna hits Ruby with a few sharp chops to the tits before going to whip her into the ropes. Ruby reverses into a whip of his own, catching Anna immediately off of the rebound with a Tilt-a-whirl side slam with high impact, the crowd booing the moment Ruby finds herself in control
Rick – Ruby looking to make quick work with Anna Stone
Matt – It won’t last long
Ruby swings a leg over into a mount on Anna, driving a few fists down into the forehead of Anna before lifting her up to her feet. She grabs her arm and whips her hard towards the corner, running quickly behind her and using a body splash to drive some of the air out of the Queen of Wrestling, who stumbles out. Ruby grabs her by the arm and drags her to the mat with a tight arm bar, yelling as she tries to break Anna’s arm right at the get-go. Anna reaches out and grabs the rope as the ref hops in, trying and failing to persuade Ruby to let go easily. He starts a DQ count
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Rick – Ruby riding a fine line right away here.
Matt - She’s never been one to follow the rule book word by word, Rick. She’s apart of Natural Law, rules don’t apply
Ruby helps Anna up to her feet, who fires back with a few straight jabs. She sends a boot into the gut of Ruby and positions her for a suplex, but Ruby blocks it, bringing Anna over with one of her own. Ruby leaps to her feet and hits the ropes, showing speed as off the rebound she plants an elbow drop right towards the throat of Anna. She wraps an arm around him and continues to fire away at the forehead with closed fists, again the ref warning her to watch it. And again, the heat is brought down from the crowd as their ‘hero’ gets pummeled. She lets her go, getting to her feet and looking out to the crowd, waving them on to feel free to boo before waving them off. Anna gets up to her knee, but Anna whips around and sends two boots right into her chin with a front dropkick.
Rick - Ruby has NO intentions of letting Anna Stone off that mat.
Matt - She’s smart. How can someone beat you if they can’t get to their feet? Ruby is playing her game here, keeping the Champ’s face in the dirt.
Anna Stone clutches at her face as Ruby hits the ropes yet again, this time leaping over Anna and bringing all 119 pounds onto Anna’s sternum with a senton. All the air is driven out of the champion, yet again and Ruby simply smirks. She helps the marine up to her feet, hitting a few quick sharp slaps. Anna throws an arm up to block one, igniting a large cheer as she comes firing back with shots of her own, pushing Ruby back into the ropes. Anna brings her arm back and goes for a big haymaker, but Ruby shoots her legs and lifts her up and over, Anna tumbling hard to the thin mat outside the ring. Ruby taps her temple saying ‘who’s smarter now’ to the crowd before hopping through the ropes.
Rick - Certainly smart on that exchange at least, as she kills any momentum Anna tries to build up. I don’t think there’s a single person in this crowd not cheering Anna’s name…oh wait. Wait! There’s a Ruby Winters fan, over there!
Matt - What, the beer vendor?
Rick - No, the guy completely plastered in FRONT of the beer vendor! He’s chanting Ruby’s name
Ruby hits some forearm shots to the back of Anna’s neck before pulling him by the head to the announcer’s table, slamming Anna’s face into top of it
Rick - We’re getting up close and personal here!
Matt - BEST SEATS IN THE HOUSE, PEOPLE!
The ref starts to count both Divas out..
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Anna stumbles backwards but again comes firing back, flying at Ruby with a clothesline that knocks her flat. Ruby bounces up but Anna returns the previous favor, slamming the side of Ruby’s head into the table before locking her up and hitting a snap suplex onto the outside mat. Anna lays flat for a few moments, recuperating from the assault, before getting to her feet. Anna has climbed to her feet as Anna hits a few more sharp chops before she aims to send Ruby back in the ring. However, as the ref yells a count of 6, Ruby trips of Anna and shoves her to the ground. She grabs her legs and in a catapult, viciously whips her body weight back sending Anna helplessly up and over as she’s unable to protect herself before smacking into the corner of the barricade as it takes a 90 degree angle behind the announcing table! The crowd groans as Anna hits face first, falling limply to the ground as Ruby spins around to see the damage she’s done
Rick - Oh my god! Did you see how Anna just hit that barricade?!
Matt - See it? It’s right in front of us! I heard it and I felt it! Vicious, she might be out cold
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Anna is moving her legs as she slowly reaches up to grab hold of her face, Ruby comes over and begins stomping away at the small of the back, continuing the onslaught. She lifts Anna up and throws her back in to the ring, sliding back under the rope just at the count of ‘9’. Anna is stirring a bit more, grabbing the ropes to help herself up, but Ruby is perched behind her already, cupping a hand underneath her chin and driving more fists right into the champs head. Anna tries to battle back but Ruby just hits harder before helping Anna up to her feet and lifting her up off the mat, dropping her onto her knee with a backbreaker, falling on top for a cover of the wounded Champion
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Rick - Anna kicks out, Ruby has to realize it’s gonna take more then what she unleashed here if she wants to put Anna away!
Matt - If there is one diva in this company I’d never count out, it would be Anna Stone
Ruby lifts Anna up to her feet and shoves her playground style into the corner. She hops up to the second ropes, giving herself clear leverage to drive down fist after fist right back into Anna’s face, the crowd booing louder and louder as Ruby has completely tuned them out, focused on the destruction he seeks to achieve. As she nears the 10th punch, Anna lifts both arms and hooks them under Ruby, running forward and nailing a stuff spinebuster to get in some offense! The crowd pops one of their biggest of the night! Ruby gets back up to her feet only for Anna to leap up and dropkick her right in the chin. Ruby bounces back up quick still, however, but a 360 elbow to the bridge of the nose completely flattens her as Anna almost falls herself from the momentum
Rick - What I say! Down but NEVER out is the Queen of Wrestling!
Matt - She’s got to keep control now and wear down Ruby
Anna Stone hops through the ropes onto the ring apron and begins to climb the turnbuckle. She gets to the top, slowly standing straight up, showing perfect balance as the crowd rises with him. Anna gives Ruby the bird as Ruby gets to her feet and turns to face Anna. The champ leaps into the air, showing flashes of her high-flying style, as she lands a big crossbody onto Ruby, landing on her in a pin attempt!
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Rick - NO! KICKOUT! Anna almost put Ruby away right there!
The crowd goes nuts as they, for a moment, think it’s a three count. Anna rolls off and Ruby rolls away all the way under the ropes and to the outside. She leans on the ring apron, shaking out the cobwebs before turning to re-enter. But Anna already has her staked out, sprinting across the ring and going for a baseball slide. Ruby thinks too quickly, however, and catches both boots, hooking them under his arms and in a great show of strength swings Ruby out of the ring and flying into the barricade!
Rick – Anna almost broke Ruby in two right there!
Matt – These ladies are going HARD!
Rick - It is electric in this arena for Ragnarok! Whether it’s pure love for Anna or pure hatred for Ruby, everyone has had their say since the opening bell
Anna slaps her hands together as she helps Ruby up to her feet and chucks her back in the ring, following close behind. Ruby gets to her feet but stumbles around to the ropes as her back spasms on her a bit. She turns around as Anna wraps both arms around her, lifting her up and over with a picture perfect belly-to-belly suplex! Anna whips around, looking around intently as she pulls the hair from her face. She heads for the turnbuckle, reaching around the top rung and grabbing its strings, beginning to untie it as the referee checks on a doubled over Ruby Winters
Rick - Oh no, Anna has turned her attention to the turnbuckle pad. She’s looking to be illegally legal as possible!
Matt - It’s a craft
Anna tosses the pad aside, slapping the steel rung now exposed before turning her attention back to the Ruby Winters. As she does, Ruby tugs her down to the mat into a tight small package, the ref dropping quickly.
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Rick – Ruby almost stole a victory right there!
Matt – You can’t be serious Rick, you really think Anna’s gonna lose from a cheap roll up?
Anna wiggles her way out. Taken by surprise, Anna loses focus for a moment and Ruby hops back up to her feet, grabbing Anna from behind and whipping her back with a huge German Suplex, folding Anna over! Ruby doesn’t stop, however, as she gets back up, and helps Anna back up to her feet. She hits a few stiff punches before coming out of no where with the Beauty Sleep!
Rick - THE BEAUTY SLEEP! OH MAN, that’s gotta be it, were gonna have a new Queen of Wrestling Champion
Matt - Thanks for coming, said Ruby! She’s got the pin…
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Rick – How the hell did Anna just kick out!?
Matt – Anna isn’t going to lose the Queen of Wrestling championship! Ruby’s gonna have to take her head off to pick up the win
Ruby shakes her head as she sits up, the crowd cheering at the kick-out. She climbs to her feet, looking out to the crowd who boo her. Ruby nods her head in response as she takes hold of Anna yet again, aiding her to her feet. She positions behind her and looks to be going for a reverse DDT, but Anna fires an elbow back, whipping her body around and poking a finger into the eye of Ruby Winters. Cheers ring out yet again as the ref points at Anna but with nothing but threats. Anna drives a shoulder into Ruby’s stomach and drives her backwards into the exposed turnbuckle rung and opens up shop on her, hitting punches more furious than ever before, even throwing in some left hooks to complement the shots with her right, obliterating Ruby down into the corner. Anna backs off via ref’s warning again, but only to take a few steps back and run at Anna, driving the side of her knee right into Ruby’s face
Rick – Ruby Winters is back in a bad spot here! Anna Stone is eyeing that exposed steel!
Matt - The ref has warned Anna, She better watch it or else we’ll hear the bell ring and the show will be over for both of these divas.
Rick - At this point, Rick, that might be good for Ruby Winters
Anna lifts Ruby up slowly in the corner, hitting a few back elbows for good measure before turning her around and slamming her head right into the steel rung. Due to position, the ref has yet to notice the missing pad, but as he does he begins waving his arms at Anna, asking where the pad went. Anna smirks as she lifts Ruby’s head and slams it down yet again! Anna steps up onto the second ropes again and looks like she’s going to go for some punches, but instead she steps up to the top rope, placing her left foot on the rope and her right foot on top of Ruby’s head, sandwiching it between boot and steel! Ruby is letting out yells as Anna lets all her weight rest on that leg
Rick – Anna Stone is trying to squash Ruby Winter’s skull like a grape!
Matt – It doesn’t look good for Ruby Winters
The ref yells wildly as he begins a count
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Anna grimaces as she pushes down hard on Ruby’s head. As the ref yells 4, Anna hops off of Ruby and to the mat, throwing her hands up as the ref again points and yells. Anna takes a moment before hopping right back on the ropes and this time holding the top rope for leverage as she continues to drive her boot into Ruby’s skull. Ruby yells out again, waving a hand to free herself but growing weak. The ref begins the count, Anna hopping down again as ‘4’ is heard. Cheers reign as Anna extends her arms out to the crowd, slapping herself on the chest as Ruby slowly falls back to the crowd. She taunts a bit as Ruby is still stirring, the ref checking on her to insure consciousness. Ruby shoves her away as she gets up to her knees. She slowly looks up at Anna. Not with agonized eyes or exhausted expressions but with…a smirk. She smirks at Anna, who freezes, staring at Ruby who she’s inflicted so much damage on
Rick - Ruby is…she’s smiling, Matt, she’s smiling for christ’s sake.
Matt – and Anna is beside herself!
Anna’s jaw practically hits the floor as Ruby gets up to her feet, determined rather than beaten and bruised. Anna charges her with a huge swinging slap, knocking her back down to a knee. The crowd erupts with each connection but explode into boos as Ruby steps right back up to her feet. This repeats several times before Anna goes to lift a boot right into the jaw instead, Ruby swinging her head out of the way and taking out the other leg with a chop. Both divas climb to their feet and Anna swings another arm, seeking a clothesline, but Ruby ducks it and locks the arm, wrapping her other hand around Anna’s head and locking it into the cheek with a chickenwing!
[b]Rick - Wait a second, Ruby looking to put Anna to sleep
Matt – Out of no where!
Anna fights wildly to slip out, but Ruby locks her hands tight, using a leg to hook on to Anna’s leg as well. Ruby locks it in long enough to feel the energy sucked out of Anna before locking both arms from behind and diving forward with a side walk slam! Ruby rolls her over shortly after, laying on her chest with a look unlike she’s ever shown before. The ref drops down…
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Rick - THREE COUNT! THAT’S IT! WE HAVE A NEW …
Matt - NO! look at Anna’s foot! It’s on the bottom rope!
Rick - Oh my god, you’re right! The ref sees it now, waving off the three count! That was SO close!
Matt - Amazing ring awareness by Anna Stone! She didn’t have the awareness to kick out but a simple flick of the boot saves the match!
The crowd lets out a collective groan along with Ruby, who looks up at the ref waving off the call. Ruby puts a hand to his head in disbelief. Anna lays motionless from the move still, as Ruby quickly whips around and tugs at her, bringing her to the center of the ring and hopping back on for another pinfall attempt!
Rick - No ropes nearby! Smart by Ruby Winters, can she put her away?!
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Matt – ANNA KICKS OUT!
Ruby rolls over and slowly gets to her feet, resting against the ropes for a moment as she inhales deep, exhaling slowly. Anna rolls over onto her stomach, slowly realizing how close she was to losing her championship. She shakes her head, running a hand through her hair, as she uses the ropes to pull herself up. She looks up in time to get kicked in the gut by Ruby. She doubles over and Ruby grabs her for a bulldog. Anna reverses and goes for a Back Suplex, but Ruby manages to do a backflip and land on her feet behind Anna. She runs forward, shoving Anna into the ropes, but Anna holds on, sending Ruby backwards. Ruby rolls over her neck and gets back to her feet and hops up only to get a HUGE running big boot to the face by Anna! Flattened, Anna runs a thumb across her throat. She helps Ruby up to her feet and takes a couple steps back, gearing up and going for the BOOSH! Ruby ducks, Anna getting her leg up and over the top rope, hung out to dry. As she struggles to get free from the ropes, Ruby comes at her with flying fists to the head and chest. Anna fights back with a few of her own, but Ruby keeps the heat on. She releases away and as Anna takes the opportunity to get off the rope, Ruby springboards off of the adjacent ropes, coming back at Anna with a flying dropkick that sends her tumbling to the outside much to the dislike of the crowd!
Rick - What a battle we are seeing here! Two divas at their best trying to out-wit and out-destroy the other!
Matt - I can’t believe some of the escapes we’ve seen to this point. If it wasn’t for Anna getting that boot on the rope, we’d be cleaning house for the next match at this point. Anna is a bit ticked off on the outside now though, re-entering the ring with Ruby
Ruby is waiting for her, as Anna gets up and charges at Ruby, looking for a spear, but Ruby sidesteps and shoves her into the corner turnbuckle, the exposed steel catching the top of Anna’s head!
Rick - Her own undressing comes back to haunt her!
Anna turns around with both arms up over her head and Ruby looks to capitalize, hitting the ropes and running full speed at Ruby, but is met with a boot out of nowhere as Anna connects with BOOSH! Stopping Ruby flat in her tracks!! The arena erupts as Anna falls on top for the cover!
Rick –BOOSH! OUT OF NO WHERE! THIS ONE IS OVER!!!
The ref drops to the mat…
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Ruby swings a leg up around Anna’s shoulder, spinning herself over and getting a leg over the other shoulder, bending back a bit to grab one of Anna’slegs in a spider-like roll-up!!
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Rick – Anna Kicks out! What the hell was THAT?!
Matt - Amazing counter by Ruby Winters, almost getting the win there!
Rick - What a roll-up, how did Anna Stone break out of that one?
Matt - The will to win, that’s all I can say to that
Both women are out of it, Ruby beside herself after the roll-up counter. She gets to her feet and waves for Anna to get up, who is doing so thanks to the ropes’ aid. Anna stumbles right towards Ruby who looks for the Beauty Sleep, but Anna kicks a leg and slides behind her, Ruby looks to turn around and as she does Anna connects with the BOOSH a second time! Anna is about to go for the cover when she spots Chad Mason making his way down the ramp.
Rick – What the hell is Chad doing out here?
Matt – He’s here to make sure Ruby brings home the strap
Anna leans on the ropes yelling at Chad who is standing at the bottom of the ramp
Anna Stone ‘You want some to? Even you can help Ruby take away my championship!
Chad stands there smirking, Ruby slowly crawls behind Anna and rolls her up, as the ref drops to make the cover Ruby places her feet on the rope to hold the Champion down!
Rick – Not like this! REF SHE HAS HER FEET ON THE ROPES DAMN IT!
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Anna is able to break out the cover just as the referee makes the three count!
Matt - SHE DID IT! WE HAVE A NEW QUEEN OF WRESTLING CHAMPION!!!
Rick – Ruby Winters and Chad Mason just stole the championship from Anna!
Matt – Anna Stone’s win streak just came to a controversial end!
Rick - Like it or not we have a new Queen of Wrestling Champion.
Heather Thompson – Here is your winner and NEW QUEEN OF WRESTLING CHAMPION! RUBY WINTERS!!!
Ruby Winters hugs Chad Mason as the two celebrate her big victory, as Anna Stone stands on the outside with a very much pissed off look on her face, the camera zooms into Anna’s face before we fade into the back…
The camera opens up to Steel Angel reading from a bible in a dimly lit room where most of the light centers around him. His eyes are focused on the book as he brings his hands together and begins to pray.
Steel Angel Lord in Heaven, Father of of faith.....I pray to you, your beloved child for forgiveness. For I shall sin tonight, I will be ending the life of the group called the Natural Law.
He then closes the bible and sets it aside, his IWF Heavyweight title shining in the light as he gets up from his chair.
Steel Angel Let me see if I understand this Chad.......all those losses you've received........all those times you've been fired from this federation. All that humiliation you endured......that was all part of your plan to become a champion? You've said it yourself that this was all part of your plan, you talking about how you were trained by the best in the world. The likes of Brenton Cyrus, Nick, Chuck among others.......yet all that and you still loss. You've been feeding yourself this bullshit till you're about to burst and what do you have to show for it? Nothing! You brag about how you were unstoppable since coming back but all the matches you've won you done so with alot of help. Now while it's true that I did used my briefcase to win Shark's title, I didn't do it for the exact reasons you say I did. I wasn’t playing your stupid game, hell I didn't even know you had a game to begin with.
Then a light comes on to show a dummy with clothes similer to that of Chad's complete with the trademark headband.
Steel Angel You think that just because you "helped" me win this belt that means you have every right to say I don't deserve it? I've worked hard to get where I'm at Chad, I've never cut corners, never had people assist me and I don't even count Stygain because he was only helping himself. Sure I cashed in on a weak Shark but hey he had it coming, he never kept his mouth shut and thus paid the ultimate price for it!
He then bends down and picks up a sycthe, it's metal blade gleaming menecing in the light.
Steel Angel I don't care what anyone says Chad, you never defeated me a few weeks back. I had you right where I wanted you, if your posse didn't gang up and let their beloved "leader" fight his own battles for a change, I would have won and you would not have your shot! But alas you did pin me and that is what brings us here, you've been a real pain and it's time you finally get what's coming to you!
He then moves towards the Chad dummy and raises the scythe in a swinging stance.
Steel Angel Ragarok is here Chad and there's nowhere to go, it's time for this angel to claim what was taken from him. This is the fate that awaits for you Chad, I hope you're watching carefully.......
He then brings the blade down in a ark and chops the dummie from the torso down, knocking it on the floor. He then turns towards the camera, a smile forming across his face.
Steel Angel As with karma, one must reap was he's sowed.....see you in the ring oh natural leader.
His face fades from the camera and goes to commercial
Why the Red Sox trade him again? -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Heather Thompson - Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a fatal four way elimination match, and it is for the IWF Full Throttle Championship! Introducing first…
The lights dim as My time blares throughout the arena. Beno walks onto the stage. He poses for a moment as red and gold pyros shoot off. He cocks a smirk as he begins walking to the ring. He slides into the ring and ascends the turnbuckle with arms held high.
Heather Thompson - From Gwinn, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred sixty four pounds…a member of Natural Law…BENO!
Rick - Beno has been an absolute MONSTER lately, he's been destroying everyone in his way
Matt - He's so violent, it's crazy. I'm glad I'm not in that ring with him
‘GIVE ME A J – GIVE ME A I – GIVE ME A N – GIVE ME A X – WHAT’S THAT SPELL???’
Jinx suddenly comes bursting through his video package as the lights change to purple and green. The Riff of Pussy Liquor winds into Rob Zombies voice as Jinx himself comes bursting through the entrance way wearing his Ring Leader hat. James Walker walks behind the clown, as Jinx bounces his way all the way down the ramp, paying no attention to the sea of boo’s around him. The Clown stands at ring side before throwing his hands in the air, sending up pyro from the turnbuckles before he slides into the ring
Heather Thompson - And introducing second, from ArcView…weighing two hundred pounds….JINX!
Rick - I think Jinx is a bit of a wild card here. Nobody really expected him to be in this, but he could very well be Full Throttle Champion
Matt - As long as nobody underestimates him. He may look like a clown, but he doesn't joke around in that ring!
Tom Sykes comes out high fiving the fans and comes out to do a holdup.
Heather Thompson - And third, from Huddersfield England, weighing two hundred twenty pounds, Tom Sykes!
Rick - What a lame entrance that was
Matt - Yeah not much to say about that one. Lets hope his fighting is better than his entrance
KAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
The arena goes pitch black and after a second search lights turn on. They race around the arena and flash following the music.
I tear on the leash That keeps me contained and controlled Let me go, I want to break free And fight my way out of this hole
Pyro shoots up from the stage and all the search lights point towards the stage where Jason Hawk stands with his arms spread out wide and a big smile on his face. He lowers his arms as the lights come back on.
One last hope To rise and break away Above the fading line Way beyond the ties that bind This I know The risk is worth the gain It's worth the sacrifice Way beyond the ties that bind
Jason starts to walk down the ramp. He high-fives every single fan in arms reach before he stops and looks down at the ring. He smirks and runs towards the ring. Jason jumps onto the apron and then leaps up onto a turnbuckle. Jason forms his hand into a gun and aims it at his temple. He pulls the trigger then quickly throws his arms to the side again before moonsaulting into the ring.
I run but the chains Pull me right back to the floor You control, rattle the cage I won't be your slave anymore
Jason runs to the ropes. He rebounds then stops in the middle of the ring. He leans forward slaps the mat then looks out at the fans as he throws his arms to the side again sending golden pyro shooting up from the turnbuckles.
One last hope To rise and break away Above the fading line Way beyond the ties that bind This I know The risk is worth the gain It's worth the sacrifice Way beyond the ties that bind
Heather Thompson - And finally, introducing the former Full Throttle Champion…from San Diego California…weighing two hundred ten pounds….JASON HAWK!
[b]Rick - Now that entrance was a bit much. I still can't believe he's in this match
Matt - I can! Jason always likes to do it big! Go buddy!
Elimination Match Full Throttle Championship Beno [vs] Jinx [vs] Tom Sykes [vs] Jason Hawk
Ding Ding Ding!
Rick - And we are underway!
Tom Sykes runs and hits a flying clothesline on Beno, taking him down to the mat hard. Tom Sykes continues to punch Beno as Jinx moves towards Jason Hawk.
Rick - Tom Sykes kicking some ass early on, look at him go!
Matt - Doesn't even matter, Jason is in total control just by being here!
Jason Hawk grins and slides out of the ring and stands there. The referee begins to count him out, as it is an elimination match. Jason Hawk begins to walk up the ramp.
Rick - What is he doing?!
Matt - Clearly he doesn't care about this match and doesn't want to be in it.
Jinx slides out of the ring and runs over to Jason Hawk. Jinx grabs him and kicks him in the stomach, before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him back towards the ring. Jason Hawk bounces off the apron and is then taken down with a flying forearm by Jinx.
Rick - Looks like Jinx didn't want to take the easy elimination
Matt - Well it's his own loss!
Jinx grabs Jason Hawk and throws him back into the ring, where Tom Sykes continues to punch away at Beno, now sitting up in the corner of the ring. Jason Hawk gets to his feet, but suddenly Jinx hooks his head and lifts him up in the air, before spiking Jason Hawk on his head with The Last Laugh.
Rick - Last laugh!
Matt - Nooooo!
Jinx puts one foot on the chest of Jason Hawk.
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Heather Thompson - Ladies and gentlemen, Jason Hawk has been eliminated!
Rick - Suck it Hawk!
Jinx turns and stands behind Tom Sykes, who is lifting Beno to his feet. Tom Sykes grabs Beno around his neck from behind his head, before dropping Beno with an inverted neckbreaker. Tom Sykes goes for the cover.
Matt - Grinner Breaker!
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Heather Thompson - Ladies and gentlemen, Beno has been eliminated!
Rick - Wow, there go the two favourites in this match.
Matt - Jason should have won, I don't care
Tom Sykes stands up and is immediately picked up by Jinx, who then flips him over and spikes Tom Sykes on his head with yet another Last Laugh. Jinx then drops down and spins Tom Sykes overtop of himself, locking in a gogoplata.
Rick - Jinx has the Snakes in a Can locked in tight!
Matt - I don't think Tom is going to be able to escape this one!
After Jinx applies a bit more pressure, Tom Sykes is forced to tap out.
Ding Ding Ding!
Heather Thompson - Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW Full Throttle Champion…JINX!
Rick – Just got word, The Crimson King is on his way to the ring!
Matt – Ah fuck, here comes the creepy shit
The camera leaves the ring where Jinx and Sally are celebrating there championship victory, to the back where we watch the Monster known as Crimson Skull dressed and ready for a match that’s been five years in the making. The Crimson King looks ready to claim the soul of Johnny Styles as he looks to be heading towards the ring.
Brandon Macdonald “Skull, wait up a second…”
Crimson Skull turns around to see what Brandon wants
Brandon Macdonald “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your match with Styles has been cancelled.”
Skull doesn’t look pleased, and gets right into the face of BMac
Crimson Skull “What the fuck do you mean it’s been cancelled?”
BMac holds up his hands in attempt to keep the monster cool and away from him
Brandon Macdonald “You have to understand there’s a contract obligation, your still under contract till Heroes Also Die. And you requested the match between you and Styles be your final match. Therefore, I can’t allow the match to happen tonight. The board wants the match to happen right before you’re contract expires.”
Crimson Skull “What the hell am I supposed to do tonight?”
BMac points to the Road to Vahalla poster that hangs in the hallway
Brandon Macdonald “You could always enter Road to Vahalla, I hear SBK maybe entering”
Skull slams his fest into the wall behind Brandon before storming away, leaving Brandon to watch him head back towards the lockeroom, as the scene fades to a commercial
Corey Casey
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The show comes back from commercial to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars, who are sitting behind the announcer’s table
Rick- And we’re back ladies and gents!
Matt-And we have what is damn sure going to be a bloody warfare of a match coming up next!
Rick- That’s right, Matt. The High Impact Championship will be decided in a match that has never before been seen in IWF…a Hardcore Hart Match!
The camera pans over to show the ring
Rick- As you can see folks, the ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire…
The camera zooms in to show a large steel ladder which is set up on the outside of the ring. However, upon closer inspection, you can see that the ladder its self is wrapped entirely in barbed wire
Rick- …and the steel ladder that these competitors need to climb in order to win the match has also been wrapped in barbed wire! Other than that, this is a standard ladder match
Matt- “Other than that, this is a standard ladder match.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! DID YOU NOT SEE THE BARBED WIRE ROPES AND THE BARBED WIRE LADDER?! THIS IS ANYTHING BUT A STANDARD LADDER MATCH!
Rick- This match is going to get very bloody, very quickly folks, I can guarantee you that. It will certainly not be for the faint hearted
The camera pans over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing outside of the ring at the time keeper’s position
Heather Thompson- The following match is a Hardcore Hart match and it is for the IWF Undisputed High Impact Championship! The only way to win is to climb the barbed wire ladder and retrieve the High Impact Championship! Introducing first…
“Moon Baby” by Godsmack blasts out of the house PA system as Hostyle Jones walks out from backstage
Heather Thompson- The challenger…Weighing in at 232 Pounds…Hostyle Jones!
Rick- Hostyle Jones has been on a roll recently, last week he and Anna Stone defeated Robbie Hart and Ruby Winters in a tag team match on Battle Grounds!
Matt- Hostyle Jones might have the momentum, but Robbie Hart has the edge in a match like this Hardcore Hart match…if only because his father, the late IWF Legend Frank Hart, pioneered this match
Rick- It’s definitely hard to determine who actually holds the advantage heading into a match as savage and as untested as the Hardcore Hart match, that much is for damn sure!
Hostyle Jones walks down the entrance ramp, bobbing his head to his entrance music and slapping the high fives with some of the fans on either side of the isle. Hostyle Jones walks up to the ring and, after surveying the barbed wire ropes, Hostyle Jones climbs the steel ring steps and carefully climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Hostyle Jones motions to the fans before hopping down from the top turnbuckle and landing in the middle of the ring
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
The lights in the jarring anticipating arena, switch instantly to black. The voice of a woman creeps itself over the P.A. system...
"The poor stay poor, the rich get richer It's just so disproportionate"
The heavy rhythm of "Above the Law" by Bad Meets Evil takes the place of the Women's soft voice, as a highlight package of Robbie Hart begins to play on the screen of the Jumbo Tron. The crowd motion in the crowd resembles that of a "wave"... as the crowd all rise to their feet, directing all eyes to the entry way.
"Sometimes life seems so unfortunate ... That's why I don't give a shit ... The poor stay poor, the rich get richer ... It's just so disproportionate ... You don't know just what I go through ... That's why I would rather show you ... Just how far that I can take it ... Every rule, I'm breakin' it ..."
A figure comes shooting up from the bottom of the stage, as "The Decepticon" stomps his way onto the entrance ramp, causing a huge hurl of boo's from the audience in attendance. The crowd stand in shock, trying desperatly to get a view of The son of a legend.
"Tear-able, but not rip-able, invincible, I hung invisible ... Fuckin' mistletoe all over the world, I stuck my ass up under it ... Now pucker up them lips and kiss it hoes ... Here we go, Bad and Evil so you know how this'll go ... The competition's miserable, we stomp them bitches this is no, joke ... Goin' overboard like someone threw us off the boat, choke ... Cough from all the smoke, I'm tryna stay on fire ... So you know if I hate fucking water sprinklers, I don't love the hose ... Someone let the cat out the bag, now it's time to stuff his face ... Back in that bitch, smother that little motherfucker 'til it suffocates ... You! had long enough of a wait ..."
Robbie Hart stands, still taking in the reaction of the crowd. An evil grin begins to spread itself from ear to ear, as he stedily begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. Strutting himself with ozing confidence, Robbie does a slow spin for the IWF cameras to take his figure in
"Could never be no damn wuss or pussy, never mushy, so you can't squish ... Nowhere near a toosh, in fact if I jump out a bush ... In a sneak attack's the only way I say I am-Bush ... Outlandish, these words are weapons that I brandish ... Stand-offish to hoes, keep your hands off this ... Can't top it, so what the fuck would I sugarcoat it for? Law? Fuck protocol, I'd holla at this ho, but now my throat is sore ..."
He pauses halfway down the aisle, as Blue and white trails of pyro blasts themselves into the rafters of the errupting arena. Robbie takes this time to pound his chest, boasting the boo's from the fans
"Sometimes life seems so unfortunate ... That's why I don't give a shit ... The poor stay poor, the rich get richer ... It's just so disproportionate ... You don't know just what I go through ... That's why I would rather show you ... Just how far that I can take it ... Every rule, I'm breakin' it ..."
Sliding into the ring, Robbie rushes himself to the corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle as he does so. He pulls the arm straps of his singlet from his shoulders with a forceful tug, before raising his hands. Camera flashes light up the dark arena, as it is now hard to separate the screams of his fans.
Heather Thompson- From Las Vegas NV... Weighing in at 173 Pounds...He is the reigning and defending IWF Unified High Impact Champion…Robbie Hart!
Rick- Robbie Hart has shown up big time when the lights have been their brightest, doing things in that ring that no one even thought was possible!
Matt- He has had amazing matches with the likes of Steel Angel, James Shark and Chuck Matthews. Let’s not forget that Robbie Hart is also a former IWF World Heavyweight Champion!
Rick- Not to mention that Robbie Hart has been the High Impact Champion for what seems like forever!
Robbie leaps from the turnbuckle, and now begins to circle the ring... looking to all parts of the rattling arena. A laugh of pleasantry escapes him, as he hits the ropes, loosening himself up.
"Sometimes life seems so unfortunate ... That's why I don't give a shit ... The poor stay poor, the rich get richer ... It's just so disproportionate ... You don't know just what I go through ... That's why I would rather show you ... Just how far that I can take it ... Every rule, I'm breakin' it ..."
Robbie now moves himself to the edge of the ring, where he begins to eye down his pray. Slithering through the ring like a snake, he stands in the center of the ring, as a single spotlight beams down onto his frame, spotlighting the The Pretty Boy
As the song fades out, it is replaced by a cheering crowd. The lights in the arena kick back on, as the smoke from Robbie's pyro clouds up the arena entrance, and ring. Robbie backs himself to the nearest corner of the ring, and leaning back, props his arms onto the ropes, and places a look of arrogance on his face with a sly smile towards his foe. The fans chant hard for him, but Robbie pays no mind, and moves his focus towards Hostyle Jones. The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Hardcore Hart Match High Impact Championship Robbie Hart [vs] Hostyle Jones
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones eye each other, neither man backing down an inch. Hostyle Jones and Robbie Hart both meet in the center of the ring. Hostyle Jones motions like he’s going to connect a clothesline, which Robbie Hart immediately ducks. Hostyle Jones, however, ducks behind Robbie Hart and locks in a hammer lock, wrenching back on Robbie Hart’s elbow. After struggling for a few moments, Robbie Hart delivers a back elbow to the gut of Hostyle Jones, causing Hostyle Jones to break the hold. Robbie Hart then slides around and locks in his own hammerlock on Hostyle Jones. After a few moments of applied pressure, Robbie Hart drops down and sweeps Hostyle Jones’s legs, bringing Hostyle Jones face first down onto the canvas with a drop toe hold
Rick- Nice mover there by Robbie Hart
Matt- Both of these competitors are high fliers and are willing to do whatever it takes to secure the victory…even if it means sacrificing their own bodies!
Rick- This match should make for one hell of a highlight reel, that’s for damn sure!
Robbie Hart tries to lock in a side headlock but Hostyle Jones manages to weasel his way out of the hold and fight to his feet. Instead of laying around, Robbie Hart somersaults up to his feet at the same time as Hostyle Jones. Hostyle Jones quickly maneuvers around the back of Robbie Hart, locking his wrists around Robbie Hart’s waist, looking for a German suplex. However, Robbie Hart blocks the suplex attempt and grabs Hostyle Jones, taking Hj down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown. Once Hostyle Jones hits the canvas, Hostyle Jones reaches up and wraps his legs around Robbie Hart’s neck, looking to choke the air out of Robbie Hart’s lungs. However, Robbie Hart manages to fight out of the hold and both competitors manage to regain a vertical basis
Rick- Amazing back and forth action from both competitors!
Matt- Like you said, Rick, this match should make for one hell of a highlight reel!
Both competitors turn and look out at the fans, who have all stood up and are applauding the efforts shown thus far by both men. Robbie Hart smirks as he slowly takes a few steps backwards and touches the top of one of the razor sharp barbs on the barbed wire ring ropes. Robbie Hart quickly puts the tip of his finger in his mouth as he stares across the ring at Hostyle Jones
Rick- Robbie Hart seems to almost be taunting Hostyle Jones here
Matt- Like I said, Robbie Hart has seen his dad fight in this match a few times so Robbie Hart has a slight advantage in terms of knowing what to expect in a match as brutal as Hardcore Hart. Meanwhile, Hostyle Jones has little to no idea what to expect other than a world of hurt!
Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones once again lock up in the center of the ring. Robbie Hart manages to gain the advantage and locks in a standing side headlock on Hostyle Jones. However, Hostyle Jones quickly grabs Robbie Hart and sends Robbie Hart running towards the barbed wire ropes
Rick- Robbie Hart could be the first one to feel the barbed wire ropes here!
Matt- That would give Hostyle Jones a huge advantage in what has otherwise been a good back and forth match!
Robbie Hart runs over to the barbed wire ropes nearest the barbed wire wrapped ladder…but manages to pull up just in time to stop himself from running chest first into the barbed wire ropes. Robbie Hart pauses for a moment, breathing a sigh of relief, before he turns around…just in time to see Hostyle Jones come running straight at him. At the last second, Robbie Hart ducks down and grabs Hostyle Jones. Robbie Hart then quickly stands up, sending Hostyle Jones flipping through the air and out of the ring with a back body drop.
Rick- Nice ring awareness there by Robbie Hart
Matt- Holy shit, look at this!
Instead of toppling down to the outside of the ring, Hostyle Jones does a full front flip and somehow lands on the rungs of the barbed wire wrapped ladder on the outside of the ring. Hostyle Jones grimaces in pain as he grabs the rungs of the ladder and feels the barbed wire bite deep into his already heavily taped hands and wrists. Meanwhile, in the ring, Robbie Hart stands up, his back still to Hostyle Jones, and a large smirk on his face
Rick- Robbie Hart thinks he just struck a big time power move!
Matt- He’s going to be in for one hell of a surprise here!
Hostyle Jones turns around and positions himself halfway up the ladder, facing the ring. Robbie Hart casually turns around inside the ring. Hostyle Jones waits until Robbie Hart is fully facing him before Hostyle Jones leaps off the ladder and lands on Robbie Hart’s shoulders in the powerbomb position. Hostyle Jones then flips backwards, connecting a hurricanranna on Robbie Hart. Robbie Hart hits the canvas with such force that he is thrown across the ring and lands on his upper chest right across the middle barbed rope on the other side of the ring
Rick- And there it is!
Matt- The first competitor feels the sting of the barbed wire ropes!
Robbie Hart screams out in pain as he clutches his upper chest in pain. Hostyle Jones quickly gets to his feet and runs over to Robbie Hart. As soon as he gets close enough, Hostyle Jones leaps into the air and comes crashing down, connecting a dropkick to Robbie Hart’s exposed back, driving the barbed wire deeper into Robbie Hart’s upper chest. Meanwhile, Hostyle Jones manages to slide across the top or Robbie Hart’s back and lands on his feet on the outside of the ring
Rick- Hostyle Jones just forcing that barbed wire deeper into the upper chest of Robbie Hart!
Matt- That barbed wire could definitely be lodged in Robbie Hart’s throat or even his windpipe!
On the outside of the ring, Hostyle Jones turns and looks over his shoulder, seeing that Robbie Hart is still hung up on the second barbed wire rope. Hostyle Jones hops up on the ring apron facing Robbie Hart. Hostyle Jones reaches carefully into the ring and grabs Robbie Hart and slowly untangles Robbie Hart from the barbed wire. Hostyle Jones then positions Robbie Hart in the suplex position. Hostyle Jones then attempts to lift Robbie Hart up, but Robbie Hart manages to block the suplex attempt. Hostyle Jones tries to lift Robbie Hart up a second time, but for a second time, Robbie Hart blocks the suplex attempt. Robbie Hart then kicks Hostyle Jones in the gut, causing Hostyle Jones to release Robbie Hart’s head and neck. Robbie Hart then grabs Hostyle Jones by the back of the head and neck. Robbie Hart then throws himself down to the canvas, driving Hostyle Jones’s throat and upper chest into the top barbed wire rope
Rick- And now it’s Hostyle Jones’s turn to taste the barbed wire!
Matt- The flesh of both men has been ripped open…and it’s still early on in this match!
Robbie Hart slowly gets to his feet and sees Hostyle Jones, who is hung up on the top rope. Robbie Hart runs across the ring and measures Hostyle Jones. Robbie Hart then comes running at Hostyle Jones. As soon as he gets close enough, Robbie Hart leaps into the air and throws himself over Hostyle Jones’s back. Robbie Hart grabs Hostyle Jones’s legs on the way down and brings Hostyle Jones crashing down to the ringside mats with a sunset flip powerbomb
“THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
Rick- These fans said it best, that WAS awesome!
Matt- An incredible move by Robbie Hart!
Both Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones lie motionless on the outside of the ring, both men bleeding from gashes in their chests
Rick- Robbie Hart sacrificing himself to inflict maximum damage on Hostyle Jones!
Matt- Robbie Hart ripped Hostyle Jones right off the barbed wire and drove Hostyle Jones all the way from the ring apron to the ringside mats here in front of our announce position!
Slowly, Robbie Hart manages to get up to his feet. Robbie Hart leans over and grabs a television monitor off of the announcer’s table
Rick- Robbie Hart is wielding that TV monitor
Matt- And he’s got an evil look in his eye
Robbie Hart waits as Hostyle Jones slowly begins to lift himself up to his feet. Robbie Hart waits until Hostyle Jones has regained a fully vertical base before Robbie Hart charges at Hostyle Jones, looking to drive the TV monitor into Hostyle Jones’s skull. At the last second, Hostyle Jones ducks down, causing Robbie Hart to miss with the TV monitor. Robbie Hart immediately stops himself and turns around, still holding the TV monitor up high. Hostyle Jones waits for Robbie Hart to fully turn around before Hostyle Jones lashes out, kicking Robbie Hart in the gut and causing Robbie Hart to drop the TV monitor to the ground. Hostyle Jones then grabs the back of Robbie Hart’s skull and leaps into the air, delivering an X-Factor facebuster that drives Robbie Hart’s face right into the TV monitor
Rick- HOLY FUCK!
Matt- Hostyle Jones MIGHT’VE JUST REARRANGED Robbie Hart’S FACE!
Robbie Hart rolls around on the ground, holding his face in his hands. Blood begins to seep through Robbie Hart’s fingers as Robbie Hart continues writhing in pain
Rick- Hostyle Jones definitely busted Robbie Hart wide open with that move
Matt- Having your face driven into a television monitor would bust open your face too, Rick!
Hostyle Jones gets to his feet and points over at the barbed wire wrapped ladder, eliciting a large cheer from the fans. Hostyle Jones walks over and gingerly grabs the barbed wire ladder
Rick- Hostyle Jones has already utilized that barbed wire wrapped ladder once in this match up
Matt- And it looks like he’s poised to use it again!
Hostyle Jones grabs the barbed wire wrapped ladder and walks over to the corner of the area outside of the ring. Hostyle Jones sets the ladder up so that one part of the ladder rests on the security barricade while the other part of the ladder rests on the ring apron just in front of the steel steps. Hostyle Jones finishes positioning the ladder before he turns and walks over to Robbie Hart, who is slowly starting to stand up
Rick- Hostyle Jones could really take control here
Matt- I don’t know why Hostyle Jones is setting up the ladder OUTSIDE of the ring! He should be INSIDE of the ring trying to win this match!
Hostyle Jones walks over to Robbie Hart and finishes dragging Robbie Hart up to his feet. Hostyle Jones then kicks Robbie Hart in the gut, doubling Robbie Hart over. Hostyle Jones then grabs Robbie Hart and looks to Irish whip Robbie Hart right into the barb wired wrapped ladder. However, Robbie Hart manages to reverse the momentum and, instead, sends Hostyle Jones sprinting towards the ladder. Just as he’s about to smash face first into the barb wire wrapped ladder, Hostyle Jones reaches out and grabs the ladder at the last second, thus halting his momentum. Hostyle Jones slowly turns around…just in time to see Robbie Hart come sailing through the air. Robbie Hart drives Hostyle Jones spine first right into the steel steps with a crossbody block that elicits a scream of pain from Hostyle Jones
Rick- Both of these men are fucking insane!
Matt- This match has been absolutely brutal thus far! And we haven’t even seen anyone even TRY to go for the title yet!
Robbie Hart gets to his feet and walks over to where Hostyle Jones is still lying in pain on the top of the ring steps. Robbie Hart delivers a series of brutal right elbows that land solidly on the head and neck of Hostyle Jones. Robbie Hart then turns and walks over and hops up on top of the security barricade. Robbie Hart measures Hostyle Jones before he leaps off the top of the security barricade. Robbie Hart rotates 360 degrees in mid-air before he comes crashing down on Hostyle Jones with a spinning leg drop from the top of the security barricade that, once again, smashes Hostyle Jones’s back and spine into the steel ring steps
Rick- Hostyle Jones might not even be able to walk after that move, nevermind climb the ladder and win the title!
Matt-Forget winning the title, Robbie Hart is doing his damndest to make sure Hostyle Jones can’t walk EVER!
Robbie Hart pulls himself up to his feet as Hostyle Jones slowly rolls down the steel ring steps and lands in a heap on the ringside mats. Robbie Hart looks up and points to the High Impact Title, which is still hanging high above the ring
Rick- As if on cue, Robbie Hart points up at the title hanging above the ring!
Matt- Robbie Hart has inflicted an insane amount of punishment on Hostyle Jones in the last couple of exchanges. Robbie Hart might be thinking it’s time to end this match before he gets his face busted open again!
Rick- Robbie Hart already has blood dripping down his face from that brutal facebuster that Hostyle Jones nailed Robbie Hart with right onto one of the TV monitors right here in front of our announce position. With all that blood in his eyes, Robbie Hart might be at a disadvantage due to the blood possibly obscuring his vision
Robbie Hart walks over and grabs the barb wire wrapped ladder. Robbie Hart slides the barb wire wrapped ladder and slides it halfway into the ring. Robbie Hart then carefully begins to walk up the ringside steps, navigating gingerly through the barb wire ropes and into the ring. Meanwhile, Hostyle Jones has managed to crawl over to the ring apron outside of the ring. Hostyle Jones reaches under the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer, which he uses to help himself regain his footing.
Rick- Hostyle Jones has that sledgehammer
Matt- Yeah but what good is that going to do him? Robbie Hart is already in the ring!
Robbie Hart, meanwhile, has made it into the ring. Robbie Hart walks over to the barb wire wrapped ladder and begins to pull the ladder into the ring through the second rope. Just as Robbie Hart looks like he is going pull the ladder all the way into the ring, Hostyle Jones pops up to his feet wielding the sledgehammer. Hostyle Jones then cocks the sledgehammer back and brings it crashing down on the part of the ladder still on the outside of the ring. Due to the see-saw effect, the front of the ladder is then driven up and bashes Robbie Hart right in the upper chest/face, sending Robbie Hart flipping backwards and landing face down in the center of the ring
“HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “HOLY SHIT!”
Rick- HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT!
Matt- Hostyle Jones ISN’T GOING TO BE HAPPY UNTIL HE’S FORCED ROBBIE HART’S NOSE BONE TO PUNCTURE HIS BRAIN!
Hostyle Jones tosses the sledgehammer into the ring and then drops down and flips up the ring apron. After fishing around for a few moments, Hostyle Jones begins to toss an assortment of weapons into the ring.
Rick- Good God…as if this match wasn’t brutal enough…
Matt- Hostyle Jones is introducing an assortment of weapons into this already violent atmosphere!
Hostyle Jones tosses a trashcan, a Singapore cane, two steel chairs and two tables into the ring. Hostyle Jones reaches under the ring one last time and pulls out a…
Rick- What…the…fuck…
Matt- HAHAHAHAHA! THE HAND OF GOD!
Hostyle Jones holds a severed human hand wrapped in barbed wire up high in the air
Rick- I agree with the fans…Hostyle Jones is TRULY a sick fuck!
Matt- This is going to be EPIC!
Hostyle Jones, still holding onto the barbed wire wrapped Hand of God, carefully makes his way into the ring. Meanwhile, Robbie Hart slowly crawls over to the corner turnbuckle and begins to pull himself up to his feet. Hostyle Jones reacts quickly as he sees Robbie Hart regain his footing. Hostyle Jones comes charging towards Robbie Hart, looking to connect a leaping splash to Robbie Hart. However, at the last moment, Robbie Hart ducks out of the way, causing Hostyle Jones to crash chest first into the corner turnbuckle and drop the barb wire wrapped Hand of God.
Hostyle Jones hits the corner turnbuckle and stumbles backwards…right into Robbie Hart’s waiting grasp. Robbie Hart wraps his arms around Hostyle Jones’s waist, lifts Hostyle Jones up, and drills Hostyle Jones with a German suplex. Robbie Hart secures his wrists around Hostyle Jones’s waist and rolls through the move, dragging both he and Hostyle Jones up to a vertical basis. Robbie Hart then turns around and drills Hostyle Jones with a second German suplex
Rick- Nice series of German suplexes there by Robbie Hart
Matt- And it looks like Robbie Hart isn’t done!
Robbie Hart rolls through the move and drags he and Hostyle Jones up to a vertical base a third time. However, Hostyle Jones suddenly spots the barb wire wrapped Hand of God lying close by. Robbie Hart tries to lift Hostyle Jones up for a third German suplex, but Hostyle Jones suddenly lashes out behind him and kicks Robbie Hart in the nuts. Robbie Hart releases his hold on Hostyle Jones and doubles over, clutching his nuts. Hostyle Jones scurries forward and grabs the Hand of God. Hostyle Jones then whirls around slaps Robbie Hart right in the face with the barb wire wrapped Hand of God!
Robbie Hart gets driven down to the canvas, the barb wire wrapped around the Hand of God dug deep into Robbie Hart’s cheek, thus giving the appearance that the Hand of God is stuck on Robbie Hart’s face. Hostyle Jones slowly pulls himself up to his feet, a massive smirk on his face
Rick- This is enough! A severed human hand wrapped in barbed wire is stuck on Robbie Hart’s face! This is a mockery!
Matt- This is RATINGS BABY!
Hostyle Jones looks across the ring and sees the ladder wrapped in barbed wire. Hostyle Jones walks over to the ladder wrapped in barbed wire, leans down, and lifts the ladder up. Hostyle Jones drags the ladder wrapped in barbed wire to the center of the ring and positions it right underneath the High Impact Title. Slowly but surely, Hostyle Jones begins to pull himself rung over rung up the ladder towards the High Impact Title
Rick- Hostyle Jones is going for it!
Matt- But look! Robbie Hart is up and he got the Hand of God unstuck from his face!
While Hostyle Jones sets up the ladder, Robbie Hart reaches up and rips the Hand of God away from his face, causing a fresh stream of blood to pour down his face. Robbie Hart’s eyes open wide with concern as Hostyle Jones begins to pull himself up the ladder. Robbie Hart pulls himself up to his feet and also begins to climb the ladder.
Rick- Both competitors are on that ladder
Matt- And both guys look like they’re in extreme pain! Don’t forget, that ladder is wrapped in barbed wire!
Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones both slowly but surely make it to the top of the ladder. Hostyle Jones makes it to the top of the ladder first and reaches up, his fingers brushing against the High Impact Championship. Before Hostyle Jones can get a good handle on the title, Robbie Hart makes it to the top of the ladder and punches Hostyle Jones. Hostyle Jones takes the punch, leans back, and delivers one of his own
Rick- Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones are trading punches at the top of the ladder!
Matt- This is a precarious position to get into a slugfest!
Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones both continue throwing punches, just raining rights and lefts onto each other. Eventually, though, Robbie Hart begins to gain the upper hand. Robbie Hart delivers a series of three quick but forceful rights before he reaches up and begins to fiddle with the strap on the High Impact Championship. However, after a few moments of fiddling, Hostyle Jones comes to and, instead of delivering a punch to Robbie Hart’s exposed gut, Hostyle Jones steps up a wrung and also begins to try and unstrap the High Impact Championship
Rick- Both men trying to win the match here and now!
Matt- I don’t think the ladder is going to stay steady with these two shoving and jostling for position!
As if on cue, Robbie Hart tries to shove Hostyle Jones away…which causes the ladder to suddenly tilt wildly. Both men reach out and grab onto the wiring that is holding the High Impact Championship aloft as the ladder falls to the canvas
Rick- WHAT?!
Matt- Both men are hanging onto the wire for dear life!
Rick- AND THEY’RE STILL FIGHTING!
Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones continue to deliver kicks and body blows to each other in an attempt to force the other man to release his hold on the title. In all the back and forth action, someone manages to unstrap the High Impact Championship, which falls from the wire and into the pile of weapons that Hostyle Jones had thrown into the ring earlier
Rick- The High Impact Championship is lying in the middle of the ring!
Matt- But no one saw who unstrapped it!
Both Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones look down at the High Impact Championship, then slowly they lift their gazes so that both men are staring eye to eye. At the same time, both Robbie Hart and Hostyle Jones release their hold on the wiring and come crashing down onto the pile of weapons. The ref runs over to the pile of weapons and begins tossing things aside
Rick- Who won?!
Matt- I have no idea! I couldn’t see who grabbed the High Impact Championship first!
After a moment of searching, the ref immediately walks over to the ring ropes facing Heather Thompson and calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Rick- I don’t get it!?
Matt- Who won?!
The ref motions for Heather Thompson to come closer to the ring, which she does. After a moment of explaining, Heather Thompson nods her head and brings the microphone up to her lips
Heather Thompson- Ladies and gentlemen…the winner…AND STILL IWF UNIFIED HIGH IMPACT CHAMPION…Robbie Hart!
Robbie Hart manages to extract himself from the pile of weapons, holding the IWF Unified High Impact Championship tightly to his chest
Rick- I don’t believe it
Matt- Why not?
Rick- How the hell did Robbie win?!
The footage of the end of the match begins to play again and again on the screen. The IWF Unified High Impact Championship dropping from the wiring. Both men crashing down into the pile of weapons consisting of two steel chairs, two tables, a trash can, and a Singapore cane. Movement is shown as both men wrestle with each other to rip the title out of each other’s hands. The ref is shown standing over the tangled mess of humanity, steel, and wood. The scene comes back to show Robbie Hart, who is clutching the IWF Unified High Impact Championship close to his chest as he retreats up the ramp.
Rick- I don’t think the official can conclusively say who actually had the title at the time when he called for the bell, Matt
Matt- I agree, Rick. I don’t know for sure just who the true winner is here!
Robbie Hart smiles insanely as Hostyle Jones untangles himself from the pile of weapons in the ring and begins to argue with the ref. The camera zooms in on Robbie Hart for a moment before slowly fading to black
The show comes back from commercial to show Brandon Macdonald, who is sitting behind his desk. All of a sudden, there is a loud commotion outside of Brandon’s office. The front door to Brandon’s office suddenly flies open and Hostyle Jones comes stumbling into Brandon’s office, covered in blood, gashes, and bruises. Behind Hostyle Jones, a battalion of Athletic Trainers and doctors are trying desperately to patch Hostyle Jones up
Brandon Macdonald Good god Hostyle Jones, what the hell are you doing?!
Hostyle Jones stumbles further into Brandon’s office and collapses onto Brandon’s desk, using it to prop himself up
Hostyle Jones Brandon…tell me….you saw…the ending to…my match
Brandon Macdonald nods his head
Brandon Macdonald I did
Hostyle Jones Well…what the fuck?! I clearly had that title won and Robbie Hart just hit me with a cheap shot while we were in that pile of weapons! I unclasped the title from the wire and, therefore, I should be the new champion!
Brandon Macdonald ponders for a moment
Brandon Macdonald Look Hostyle…I can’t overturn an IWF official’s ruling in a title match.
Hostyle Jones OH COME…
Brandon Macdonald quickly cuts Hostyle Jones off
Brandon Macdonald BUT what I can do is I can book a rematch between you and Robbie Hart for the IWF Unified High Impact Championship on Battle Grounds!
Hostyle Jones smiles and nods his head
Hostyle Jones Sounds good to me
Brandon Macdonald Good…now, go get patched up, you still need to compete in the Path to Valhalla match later on tonight
Hostyle Jones nods his head, turns, and allows the doctors and Athletic Trainers to help him out of Brandon Macdonald’s office
Posts : 786 Join date : 2011-03-01 Age : 32 Location : Ottawa, Canada
Wrestler Stats IWF Record: 24-7-2 Alignment: Face
Subject: Re: Ragnarok II Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:49 pm
The pay-per-view returns from commercial as camera is fixed on the triple cage lowering from the ceiling of the arena to descend around the ring. Chains are suspended from steel bars placed around the ring, to which the traditional accoutrements are clipped: steel chairs, trash can lids, a couple of kendo sticks, a baseball bat, there’s even a stop sign in one corner. A large ladder is already set up inside the perimeter of the first cage. A casket secured with a padlocked logging chain is being wheeled down to the ring by IWF crewmen. The second cage is visible from this viewpoint. Some of the weapons zip-tied to its walls can be seen; fluorescent lightbulbs, a staplegun, a straight jacket, another baseball bat, this one wrapped in barbwire… Heather Thompson is standing on the stage, like any other sane person, she doesn’t want to be anywhere near this thing.
Rick—There we see the gigantic triple-cage, this thing…you have to be a maniac to even come up with it.
Matt—You have to be even crazier to step inside the fucking thing!
Heather Thompson—The following match is the first-ever Hellzone match. The only way to win the match is to make your opponent bleed, then close your opponent in the casket. One of the contestants must climb to the top of the triple cage and retrieve the bolt-cutters in order to unlock the casket outside the cage.
Introducing first, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is the 2/3rds owner of Insurgency Wrestling Federation...COREY CASEY!
Rick—Well you heard it, fans; someone has to go all the way to the top of this thing and get the bolt cutters from that third cage.
Matt—Someone also has to bleed.
Rick—I don’t think, looking around at the various instruments of torture here, that will be a problem.
Kill me with a beat
The sound of “Do You Call My Name?” by Ra roars out of the house speakers as a single light turns on at the top of the stage. The light is shining up from beneath the entrance stage, shining upwards, casting a single lone figure in a bright light. The figure is standing with his back to the ring, carrying a briefcase and wearing a black sleeveless hooded robe with the hood pulled up. On the back of the robe is “The Punisher” logo. As the guitar riff kicks in, fireworks erupt from under the stage on either side.
Rick—There’s that briefcase with the five million dollars Stygian wants to walk out of here with tonight.
Matt—The mercenary’s prize.
Some people seem to think they always know what's best for you Their little minds try to create a world to keep you still The bolt is thrown, the cage is locked You saw this, don't you lie At first you cry and then you hate those people stole your will...
Do as you are told and maybe then they'll let you out You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario No nothing
The figure slowly turns around and reaches up and takes down his hood, revealing the slightly smirking face of Corey Casey.
Do you call my name Do you stain my brain My eyes are blurry and I can't see you anymore Do you call my name Do you breed my pain My heart is bloody and I can't take it anymore
Corey Casey begins to walk down the entrance ramp and toward the ring. He reaches out and slaps the outstretched hands of some of the fans on either side of the isle. He stops outside the cage where a referee stands. Corey hands the briefcase to him, and he hands it off to someone who takes it to the timekeeper’s table.
So you just sit there, stuck, afraid to risk reality Afraid to cause yourself more pain, to face insanity But nothing ventured, nothing gained You see... your fear's your cage You beg for help but you're alone, stuck in a helpless rage
Do as you are told and maybe then they'll let you out You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario (it's me.... I see, please... let me out I'm petrified)
Corey Casey hops up on the ring apron and ducks in between the second and third rope as he enters the ring. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds his clenched fists straight out to either side
Do as you are told and maybe then they'll let you out You might be dead and cold, you might be full of doubt Don't try to escape cuz you don't have nowhere to go If nothing is your fate... there's no scenario (C'mon)
Do you call my name Do you stain my brain My eyes are blurry and I can't see you anymore Do you call my name Do you breed my pain My heart is bloody and I can't take it anymore
Corey Casey hops down from the turnbuckle and stares at the entrance, waiting for Stygian.
Heather Thompson: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Lilith and Lilah; weighing in at 315 pounds; from Blackrock Spire; he is the self-proclaimed "real IWF World Champion", STYGIAN!
The lights die down until only a faint, pale white light shines on the stage, which is rolling with smoke as Dragonforce’s “Cry Thunder” blasts over the arena. Slowly a black, high-backed leather chair rises through the stage, within which Stygian sits. Lilith and Lilah are on either side of him in purple and pink (respectively) satin robes with matching halos and angel wings. Stygian holds a glass containing a red, glowing, smoking liquid in his hand. (It's actually just berry-flavored Gatorade Prime 01 and the glass is rigged with a dry-ice layer and an LED, but it still looks cool.) Stygian sits in the chair, swirling the liquid in the glass round with a bored look as the intro winds into the main riff, whereupon he knocks the glass back in one gulp and sets the glass aside. When the main riff kicks in the girls tear off their robes and angel wings to reveal that if they're any kind of angels at all, they're Victoria's Secret Angels. A wall of fire erupts from the front of the stage and burns down either side of the ramp, framing it in flames, and ending in a blast of pyro from the ring posts that may possibly be visible from space. When the blast at the stage is clear, Stygian is standing with the girls at his side and he leads them down to the ring. About halfway down the ramp they tear off their halos and fling them into the crowd.
Time after time, as we march side-by-side Through the valleys of evil and torturing souls, Night after night, for the glory we fight, In the kingdom of madness and the tales from the old.
Dead by our hand, for the higher command, As the darkness surrounds us we fight and they fall, Fly by with steel, as the tyrants will kneel, Hearts growing stronger with the power of the sword.
Stygian stops at ringside. Lilith steps in front of him, Lilah slips behind. Lilith runs her hands over Stygian's chest and slips his coat off his shoulders. Lilah pulls from the back and peels it off him, revealing the IWF World Title, which Lilith unbuckles and hands to the referee for safe-keeping as a stipulation of the match. Lilah hands the jacket to a crew member who waits nearby. Stygian and Lilith make a little small talk, before Lilith saunters over to the ring steps, where she is joined by Lilah. The pair of them climb the steps and walk along the apron and strike salacious poses a few feet in from either ring post.
Set sail for the glory, And pray for the master of war Tyrants will fall by the wastelands And we'll rise like the heroes before
Stygian reaches up, grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the ring apron in one step. He turns to the crowd and holds both arms up, cueing an explosion from above the ring, and a continuous shower of gold sparks in time with the start of the chorus.
Cry Thunder! Sword in his hand, Titans of Justice, Fearless We Stand Cry Thunder! Strong in command Blessed by the union; freedom of man
He waits for a few seconds, and then steps over the top rope and into the ring, standing in the middle of it with his arms raised. The song goes through its chorus again, winding down as Stygian lowers his arms and lazily slumps into his corner staring daggers at Corey Casey. Lilith and Lilah exit the cage and head up to the locker room reluctantly.
Rick—Stygian is sending Lilith and Lilah away.
Matt—He doesn’t want them watching this, and I don’t blame him. I hope Jessica Matthews isn’t watching either.
Corey Casey and Stygian come to the middle of the ring, face-to-face as a referee locks the cage door.
Hellzone Match Stygian [vs] Corey Casey
Rick—These two men coming together after months of being at one another’s throats on twitter, and at various IWF events.
Matt—I have a bad feeling about this.
The bell rings, the fans cheer with a hushed anticipation until Corey Casey balls up his fist and belts Stygian right in the mouth.
Rick—Here they go!
Stygian staggers a half-step before he comes back with a right hand of his own. Corey Casey staggers that same half step. Corey turns away, holding his jaw and laughing a little bit. He comes back into the middle of the ring, face to face with the seven footer. They lock up, circling around, teetering back and forth, before Corey Casey leans back and shoves Stygian back into the corner to a cheer from the sold-out crowd.
Rick—Corey’s power game is second to, well…maybe one.
Matt—He might be in the ring with the only man in IWF stronger than he is.
Stygian pulls himself out of the ropes and comes back to the middle of the ring. There’s another tie up, more back and forth, before Stygian leans back and shoves Corey Casey all the way back into the opposite corner.
Rick—Both of these guys are strong, and so far nobody’s proved who is stronger.
Matt—Stygian wants to! Look!
Rick—Stygian’s calling for the old fashioned test of strength in the middle of the ring.
Matt—The Greco-Roman knuckle lock, you hardly ever see it anymore.
Stygian holds his hand up, inviting Corey to take the challenge. Corey looks out at the crowd and points to Stygian. They cheer.
Rick—20,000 Canadians want him to do it!
Corey Casey strides up and holds his hand up. He and stygian are wary as they bring their other hands up. They circle, aware of the cageyness of the other man, but they finally initiate the hold. In the classic tradition of the test of strength, they start by going chest-to-chest until Corey draws his hands together and turns his wrists inwards and raises his hands, bending the big man’s arms back and starting to force him to his knees. The fans start to make noise for Corey Casey.
Matt—He’s doing it! He’s overpowering Stygian!
Until Stygian brings his foot up into Corey Casey’s stomach.
Rick—Cheap way out by the Black Dragon.
Matt—It looks like Corey would win that classic test of strength, Stygian didn’t want to be embarrassed.
The crowd boos. Stygian follows up with another kick and breaks the hold. He scoops Corey up slams him down, hits the ropes and comes off with a diving axehandle smash across Corey Casey’s face. Stygian lies there, as though to cover, before he smashes his forearm into the bridge of Corey’s nose, grinding it in and talking trash as Corey’s feet kick and he tries to fight the big man off to no avail.
Rick—That hold is more than legal in this match.
Matt—The referee isn’t even in the ring, he’s parked outside by the casket.
Rick—I’m not sure we even really need a ref. What’s he got to do?
Matt—Make sure one of these guys is bleeding before they close the casket?
Stygian finally lets off and Corey rolls to his side, holding his nose. Stygian Kicks Corey in the back, and comes off the ropes for another diving axehandle smash.
Rick—Nobody there!
Matt—Corey Casey rolled out of the way.
Corey gets to his feet and charges as Stygian is trying to shake out his sore forearms. Corey runs in with a big kick to Stygian’s abdominal cavity. Corey hammers the big man with a few right hands as Stygian struggles to his feet. Corey sends him for the ride, Stygian reverses and whips Corey to the ropes. Instead of bouncing off, Corey hooks his arms around the top rope to stop himself. Stygian charges with the intent clotheslining Corey over, but Corey unhooks a trash can lid from the chain around the ring and blasts Stygian right in the face with it.
Rick—What a shot!
Matt—I think everyone who heard it felt their teeth rattle.
Stygian tries to punch Corey Casey, but it’s blocked with the trash can lid.
Rick—Stygian just punched that trash can lid.
Matt—That will break your hand if you’re not lucky.
Stygian turns around, holding his hand in pain. Corey Casey goes to work with the trash can lid. He hits Stygian in the back, drives the edge of it into Stygian’s gut when the seven footer turns around. Stygian doubles over and Corey beats on Stygian’s back like a piñata until Stygian collapses to his knees. Corey Casey comes off the ropes with a head of steam and drives the trashcan lid into Stygian’s face with a huge, leaping, overhead smash.
Rick—Holy crap, Stygian might be out cold.
Matt—Corey Casey just put all his might and the full force of his 250 pounds into that aluminum trash can lid smash.
Corey Casey sets the trash can lid down and helps Stygian to his feet. He bends down, strains, then manages to scoop and slam the 315 pounder and deposit the small of his back on the trash can lid. Stygian rolls over holding his back. Corey Casey grabs the trash can lid and sets it up under Stygian’s head. Corey rolls Stygian back into place on his back and stomps him a few times to keep him there. He moves over to the ropes and takes down a steel chair and turns around, eyeing Stygian.
Rick—You can see the wheels turning in Corey’s sick head.
Matt—He’s going to smash Stygian’s head into the trash can lid with that steel chair.
The crowd cheers as Corey stands over a lifeless Stygian and raises the chair high…only to take a straight right hand to the scrotum. The crowd boos.
Rick—Stygian saved himself.
Matt—Pure instinct by Stygian. Corey Casey was going to smash his head like a watermelon, and Stygian fires back.
Stygian gets to his knees. Corey lifts the chair again, But Stygian scrambles to his feet, wraps up around Corey’s waist and powers him back into the corner. Corey drops the chair. Stygian backs up and charges in with an elbow smash. He steps back and nails another, and follows with another, and another before taking Corey Casey out of the corner with a hip toss. Stygian leans over the top rope and procures a kendo stick from the litany of weapons strung out around the ring. He turns back into the ring and catches Corey in the back as he gets to his hands and knees. Stygian pulls Corey up and whips him face-first hard into the corner. Stygian follows up with a huge swing of the kendo stick into Corey’s back. Corey howls in pain and stumbles out of the corner awkwardly, holding his back. Stygian drives the pommel of the stick into Corey’s gut and shoves him back into the ropes. Stygian whips Corey off the other side and catches Corey in the throat with the kendo stick braced in both hands.
Matt—Oh that’s dirty.
Rick—Corey Casey’s windpipe may be crushed.
Matt—I really hope neither man’s wife is watching this.
Rick—Corey’s not married to Jessica Matthews, yet.
Matt—Soon enough.
Rick—Stygian’s only married to Lilith.
Matt—You ever seen the rock Lilah has on her left hand?
Rick—I suppose you have a point.
Stygian starts playing whack-a-mole on Corey’s back and ribs as Corey finally resorts to rolling out of the ring. Corey reaches back in and pulls Stygian’s feet out from under him and drags him half out of the ring. Stygian draws his feet in and shoves Corey Casey back into the cell. Stygian slides to the floor on his feet, but Corey Casey bounces off the cage and charges back with a huge clothesline, forcing Stygian’s kidneys into the side of the ring.
Rick—Corey Casey fights back.
Matt—But he doesn’t take the big man down!
Rick—You’re right, I think Corey Casey knocks just about everyone else off their feet with that move.
Corey grabs the back of Stygian’s head and throws him face-first into the cage. He holds onto Stygian’s hair and drags his face along the chain-link fence all along the side of the ring, stopping at the corner to turn and plant Stygian’s face into the steel ring steps. Corey Casey steps around the steel steps and climbs onto the ring apron. He unhooks a chair from its hanging place, lines up Stygian and comes off the apron, swinging that steel chair into Stygian’s back.
Rick—You could hear that shot clear up into the cheap seats.
Matt—Huge impact from the chair shot, and Corey smashed him into those unforgiving steel steps.
Corey throws the chair under the bottom rope, gets behind Stygian and does the same to him. Corey follows the big man in and stomps into his back. Corey pulls Stygian up to his feet and snakes his foot over to the chair behind him. He stands Stygian up, gives him a forearm to the jaw, locks him up and hits a huge belly-to-belly suplex that drops Stygian right on that chair.
Rick—Another shot to Stygian’s back!
Matt—Corey Casey seems to be focusing on Stygian’s back. It’s sound strategy, if you sap his core strength, you negates some of his strength.
Rick—It’ll also make The Purifier hurt later on in the evening if he can get it on.
Corey holds his hands up in a brief celebration, before he drags Stygian to his feet, sends him off the ropes, and catches him with a side slim onto the chair.
Rick—And again onto that steel chair.
Stygian’s rolling around holding his back. Corey grabs the chair and cracks Stygian when he gets to hands and knees.
Rick—Corey Casey’s mind is at work again.
Matt—I think I know where he’s going here.
Corey opens the chair and sets it in the middle of the ring. He pulls Stygian up again and Irish whips him. Corey easily ducks a clothesline as Stygian passes by him. On the rebound Corey hits a beautiful drop toe hold, driving Stygian face first into that steel chair.
Matt—That’s exactly what I thought he was gonna do.
Rick—Yeah, me too.
Stygian stays slumped on the chair. Corey Casey pulls Stygian up and hits a series of right hands to drive Stygian back to the ropes. He scoops Stygian up, and the hefts the 300 pounder up on to his shoulders. Corey Casey points to the chair. The crows yells their approval. Corey charges and drives Stygian into the open chair with a powerslam.
Matt—Holy shit…
Rick—He broke the chair with Stygian’s back.
Matt—He also might have broken Stygian’s back with the chair.
Corey Casey stands up and looks at the wreckage of black dragon and twisted steel. With a smile on his face, he rolls out of the ring and goes after the ladder. Corey folds up the ladder and tosses it over the top rope.
Rick—I think Corey Casey is looking at that trap door that leads to the second cage.
Matt—Someone has to go up there eventually. The only way to win the match is to get up to that top cage and get those bolt cutters.
Rick—And you can’t get to the third cage without going through the second cage.
Stygian rolls out of the way to avoid being hit with it and pulls himself into the corner furthest away from Corey Casey. Stygian pulls himself up rope by rope. Corey grabs the ladder and braces it on his shoulder. He charges into the corner, trying to drive the top of the ladder into Stygian’s face. Stygian bails out of the ring and the ladder flips off of Corey’s shoulders and catches his arm as it hangs up between the cage and the top rope.
Rick—Corey Casey’s stuck here.
Matt—Stygian’s quick to get back in the ring, he’s going after that second steel chair.
Stygian undoes the second steel chair from the chain around the ring. He charges in as Corey tries to get his arm out of the ladder and crushes Corey with the chair. Corey’s arm finally slips free of the ladder as he drops to his knees. Stygian cracks him in the face to buy some time. He heads over towards the opposite corner, clearing the ruined chair out of the ring along the way.
Rick—Stygian is heading across the ring now.
Matt—He’s wedging that chair between the second and third ropes.
Once Stygian has the chair where he wants it he goes back to Corey Casey. He peppers Corey with right hands as he drags him up and sends him crashing into the far corner.
Rick—Corey Casey went spine first into that steel chair.
Corey stumbles out of the corner and falls to his hands and knees. Stygian steps in and slaps on a front face lock and clubs Corey with forearms in the back until he goes limp. Stygian hauls him up into a suplex. Holds…holds…holds…h o l d s…and drops him down.
Rick—There’s that power we talk about with Stygian.
Matt—Holds him up, lets all the blood run to his head and drops him down.
Stygian extracts the chair from between the ropes and sets it across the two adjacent ropes in the corner.
Rick—There’s something you don’t see a lot of.
Matt—Stygian is fond of the snake-eyes slam into the corner, I’ll bet that’s what he has in mind here.
Matt Speaks the truth, Stygian hauls Corey Casey to his feet, puts Corey on his shoulder, runs and drops him face-first onto the chair.
Rick—Good job out of you!
As Corey Casey bounces off and stumbles around, Stygian spins around and levels Corey with a discus clothesline.
Matt—Little added emphasis there.
Rick—I think Stygian’s going after the ladder now.
Stygian tips the ladder from where it’s hung up and catches it when it falls. He slides it under the bottom rope and climbs the apron, stepping over the top rope and taking up the ladder.
Rick—Stygian looming over his opponent with that ladder in hand.
Matt—He’s got bad ideas.
Stygian turns the ladder upside down and drives the top of the ladder into Corey’s stomach. He lifts it up again and drives it into Corey’s ribs. Corey rolls over in pain, and Stygian drives it into his kidneys. Finally he holds the ladder up and drops it onto Corey Casey’s back.
Rick—A brutal assault with that ladder.
Matt—And now Stygian’s eyeballing that trap door.
Rick—You have to think the first man into cage number two has an advantage.
Matt—Well, yeah. I mean we have the regular weapons down here; chairs, trash can lids, kendo sticks…nothing too crazy, and some of that is in the second cage. But up in that second cage is…well…it’s like Death Angel’s wet dream.
Rick—I think they let Death Angel pick the weapons!
Matt—There’s a staple gun up there. There’s a straightjacket up there. There’s all kinds of sick things. If you get your hands on them first, it’s a huge advantage!
Stygian positions the ladder and opens it, climbing towards the release for the trapdoor.
Rick—Stygian is going to be the first man into Cage 2.
Matt—Corey Casey’s coming to!
Corey staggers over into the ladder and knocks it over as Stygian tries to open the lock assembly. Stygian falls off the ladder and winds up crotched on the top rope, prompting a collective “ooh” and wince from every man in the arena.
Rick—That will stop anyone, up to and including Stygian.
Matt—They’re tied at one apiece. What’s Gunter’s record?
Rick—Eight I think?
Matt—Someone in the back look it up and tell me in my earpiece.
Corey Casey takes up the ladder, gets a running start and throws it at Stygian, the impact knocks him off the top rope. He ends up standing on the ring apron, holding the top rope for support. Corey Casey collects the ladder, backs off and charges again, planting the top of the ladder between Stygian’s shoulders and launching him towards the cage. Stygian hits it and slides down like Wile E. Coyote in a roadrunner cartoon. Corey tosses the ladder into the center of the ring and celebrates to the delight of the crowd.
Rick—These two are punishing one another and they’re still only in the first cage.
Corey Casey climbs onto the ring apron and waits on Stygian to stand and face him. He comes off the apron, smashing Stygian with a clothesline back into the cage again. Corey lands on his feet and grabs Stygian by the wrist, whipping him into the ring post. Stygian bounces off and crashes to the floor.
Matt—These two keep going back and forth, so far nobody has a clear edge.
Rick—Every time Corey looks like he’s going ot pull ahead, Stygian pulls something desperate. Every time Stygian has Corey down, Corey manages to find a way to get back into it.
Matt—Corey Casey is pulling up the floor mats, exposing the concrete.
Corey tears up the mats alongside the area of the ring just ahead of where Stygian lies. Corey Casey goes back to Stygian and hauls him up. Stygian tries to fight free with a right hand; Corey blocks and hits one of his own. Stygian tries again, with the same result. Corey hits him with several more punches in the face until Stygian is no longer of a mind to resist. Corey spins Stygian around so his back’s to the exposed concrete, lifts him up, and drops him with a spinebuster.
Rick—Violent impact from Corey Casey!
Matt—Right on the exposed concrete.
Corey stands up and holds his arms high, turning to the crowd and yelling at them, soaking in their applause. He heads over to the closest set of ring steps and kicks them free of the ring. Then he tears them apart, discarding the top half of the ring steps and picking up the bottom half. He hoists them up onto his shoulders and sets his sights on Stygian.
Rick—Corey Casey coming at full speed!
Matt—He threw the rings steps and hit Stygian right in the face.
The crowd pops as the stairs bounce off the Black Dragon and send him back down to the mat. Corey kicks the steps flat again and hovers over Stygian. He waits on Stygian to get back to his feet and charges in with a kick to the stomach. When Stygian doubles over Corey spins him around and slaps on a rear waistlock.
Rick—I think Corey Casey is gonna try to German suplex the man onto the ring steps.
Corey tries to muscle Stygian over, but Stygian grabs the bottom rope. He tries it again, but Stygian has a death grip on the rope. Corey instead clubs Stygian in the back and then unleashes a series of punches into Stygian’s kidneys. Stygian tries a big haymaker, but Corey blocks it, kicks him in the stomach again and slaps on a front face lock.
Rick—Corey’s got him hooked up.
Matt—Is he going to try the Purifier on the steel steps?
Rick—I think he is!
Corey points to the lights and tries to lift.
Rick—Stygian blocks it.
Corey hits Stygian with a knee and tries again.
Matt—Stygian still isn’t having it.
Corey Casey cinches up the hold again, clubs the big man in the back, elbows him in the neck, and DDT’s him onto the steel steps.
Rick—Darkness falls!
Corey Casey shoots up after that brutal maneuver.
Rick—Corey Casey has regained control of this match.
Corey kneels over Stygian and rains down right hands onto the big man. Stygian tries to cover up, but after five or six, he doesn’t offer any resistance. Corey drags the lifeless Stygian up by his neck and snaps him into the ring. Stygian’s head still hangs under the bottom rope. Corey backs up and runs in, driving an elbow into Stygian’s throat. Stygian reels and tries to duck into the ring, but Corey grabs a handful of hair and punches Stygian in the face repeatedly until the big man isn’t fighting anymore. Corey backs up, runs in and hits another elbow into the seven footer’s throat. This time Stygian doubles over and rolls into the ring.
Rick—Stygian finally escapes to the ring.
Matt—But Corey Casey did a lot of damage on the outside.
Corey climbs onto the aprons and steps through the ropes. He measures Stygian, charges and drops a knee on Stygian’s head.
Rick—Stygian is hurt here. Corey Casey has completely grounded him here.
Matt—On his feet, he’s seven feet tall, on his back he’s the same size as everyone else.
Corey grabs the ladder once more and folds it up, leaning it into the corner. He stomps Stygian before hauling him up and whipping him hard into the corner.
Rick—Into the steel
Matt—Corey Casey hit the deck he threw Stygian into the corner so hard.
Rick—He’s on his feet again now.
Corey takes a minute to catch his breath, then he charges in, sandwiching Stygian against the ladder again with a modified spear.
Rick—Stygian is really hurt after that.
Stygian falls to his knees, holding his stomach. Corey steps out of the ring and climbs the turnbuckles.
Rick—Corey Casey to the top ropes, he doesn’t often go there.
Matt—You have to pull out all the stops to win a match like this.
Corey grabs the top of the ladder and jumps off, driving the ladder into Stygian’s back.
Rick—Corey Casey is feeling it now!
Matt—He’s setting up that ladder, he’s going up!
Corey climbs the ladder and undoes the lock on the trap door. Stygian crawls over to the base of the ladder. As the trap door opens, Stygian starts climbing. He gets about halfway up as Corey starts to pull himself into the second cage. Stygian reaches up to grab Corey’s ankle, Corey turns and stomps on Stygian’s face, buying the time to get free and into cage 2.
Rick—Corey Casey is the first man onto level 2.
Matt—He’s got his pick of the weapons!
Corey Casey looks at the weapons fixed to the walls of the cage. He grabs the staple gun and holds it up, for the crowd to see. Stygian weakly climbs the ladder. He pokes his head through, and Corey kneels down, brandishing the staple gun. Stygian blows a mouthful of red mist into Corey’s face. Corey drops the staple gun.
Rick—BREATH WEAPON!
Matt—Corey’s blinded.
Rick—Stygian’s into the cage, he has the staple gun.
Stygian holds the staple gun over his fist and hits Corey Casey in the face with it.
Matt—Stygian using that staple gun like a set of brass knuckles.
Stygian drives the staple gun into Corey Casey’s stomach, then he hits him in the head with it again. He holds the staple gun high into the air to a chorus of boos from the fans.
Rick—We’ve seen the staple gun as a weapon before.
Stygian holds the business end of the staple gun to Corey Casey’s forehead and squeezes. The staple embeds in Corey’s head, and almost immediately, blood starts pouring down Corey’s face in ever-growing rivulets.
Rick—First blood to Stygian!
Matt—He’s eligible to win the match now, but I don’t think he’s thinking about winning the match just now.
Stygian punches Corey in the face again, and holds the staple gun close. He puts another staple into Corey’s forehead, more blood flows, and the fans boo louder. Stygian grabs the back of Corey’s head and slams it into the cage floor. He kicks Corey onto his back and puts a foot across Corey’s throat and holds the staple gun high. Once Corey stops struggling, Stygian drops down and holds Corey Casey’s mouth open.
Rick—He can’t be thinking what I think he’s thinking!
Matt—I think he is…
As Corey Casey’s tongue hangs out, Stygian braces that staple gun, and squeezes.
Rick—Not on the man’s tongue!
Matt—I think he stapled Corey Casey’s tongue to his bottom lip!
The crowd starts chanting.
YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Stygian drops the staple gun and stands in the middle of the second cage, encouraging them to give it to him louder. The camera zooms in on Corey Casey who extracts the staple from his tongue. Blood pours from his mouth, between the wound on his tongue, and the wound where it did stick to his lip. Stygian drops the staple gun, and draws a fluorescent light bulb from a plastic tube where two more of them sit waiting.
Rick—Stygian is one of the few men I know who would take that chant as a compliment.
Stygian gets a handful of Corey Casey’s hair, Corey immediately swings his fist up between Stygian’s legs. Stygian doubles over. Corey has no trouble taking the light bulb from Stygian and baseball swinging it into the side of the big man’s head.
Matt—I can’t believe that didn’t bust him open!
Stygian falls to his knees. Corey gets to his feet, wraps his arm behind the big man’s head and DDT’s him into the cage floor.
Rick—He still isn’t split open. Maybe this man can’t bleed!
Corey Casey kicks Stygian over onto his back. He takes up what’s left of the fluorescent tube. He backs off, bounces off the cage wall, and drives the broken end of the glass tube into Stygian’s forehead.
Rick—Hold that thought…
Matt—That busted Stygian open.
Blood pours down Stygian’s face as the camera shows a few jagged pieces of the light bulb sticking into his flesh. Corey tosses the broken tube away, and this time he gets the chant.
YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Rick—Corey Casey is one of the few other men who take that as a compliment.
Corey grabs the staple gun now. He slams it into Stygian’s face with a fist drop and pops a staple into just about the only place on Stygian’s forehead the shattered glass tube didn’t wreck. Blood is pouring down the big man’s forehead. Corey smacks him in the face and them drives a staple into the bridge of his nose. Corey puts a staple in each cheek before he sits, and then stands up.
Rick—I don’t think Corey Casey is done with that staple gun.
Corey pulls Stygian’s legs up by the ankles and gives an evil smirk.
Matt—I don’t like where this is going…
Stygian waves his hands and shakes his head, begging CC not to do it. Corey drops a knee into Stygian’s crotch, and then drives a staple.
Rick—OH MY GOD!
Matt—Well Stygian doesn’t really need kids clouding up that whole Lilith and Lilah thing anyway…
Rick—This is why Corey Casey is the “Most Violent Man in Professional Wrestling”!
YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Corey Casey discards the staple gun and walks over to the cage door, opening it and stepping out defiantly while Stygian pulls out some of the more painful staples. The crowd’s chant gives way to a great roar as Corey Casey steps into the chain ladder and climbs up.
Rick—He’s going for the bolt cutters!
Corey has no trouble getting into the third cage and climbing up to undo the carabineer holding the bolt cutters in place. However while he works on it, Stygian has climbed into the cage with him. Corey grabs the bolt cutters, turns and jumps down, driving the tool into Stygian’s face. Stygian drops to one knee. Corey raises the bolt cutters high up to hit again, but Stygian fires a huge right hand into the stomach. Corey staggers back against the cage wall. Stygian shoves him into the corner and goes to work with rapid-fire punches. Corey eventually drops the bolt cutters and slumps over. Stygian grabs him by the throat and turns, shoving him out the door.
Rick—Corey Casey is awfully close to the edge here.
Matt—There’s not a lot of room to fool around on top of that second cage.
Stygian grabs the bolt cutters and tosses them off all three cages, in the general direction of the locked casket.
Rick—Well the bolt cutters are down here. Someone can unlock the casket.
Matt—Even the cage if they want.
Corey Casey is getting to his feet. He hits Stygian with a right. Stygian fires back. They trade big haymakers back and forth, each blow staggering the other man. Corey. Stygian. Corey. Stygian. Corey. Stygian. Corey. Corey. Corey. Corey Casey tries for an STO, but Stygian shoves him off. Corey’s heels dangle barely off the edge of the cage, he flails his arms for balance. Stygian plants his feet…
Rick—SPARTAN KICK! Corey flies off the top of the second cage, all the way back down to the roof of the first.
Matt—Stygian is follo…no…he’s…no…
Rick—Stygian could be about to make a colossal mistake here!
Matt—I think he’s thinking about a high risk maneuver. He’s capable of some aerial antics. He doesn’t come off the top rope often, but he can…
Stygian takes a long time to measure Corey Casey. He pulls up his elbow pads, takes a deep breath and jumps off.
Rick—Nobody’s home. Corey Casey rolled out of the way!
Matt—Huge mistake by Stygian. He doesn’t make his bones as a cruiserweight. All 315 of his pounds just collided with that steel cell below.
Corey’s slow to his feet, but Stygian’ isn’t even moving. Corey stands over Stygian and drags him up. He whips Stygian back-first into one of the support columns of the second cage. Stygian stumbles away, arching his back in pain. Corey hits a knee in the groin.
Rick—Three low blows from Corey, here.
Stygian drops to a knee. Corey hooks him up, lifts, turns, and drives him down.
Rick—PURIFIER ON THE TOP OF THE STEEL CELL
Matt—However much Stygian was hurting, multiply it.
Corey rolls to his knees and stands, going back into the second cell.
Rick—Corey Casey looking for more of those exotic weapons.
Corey Casey undoes the straightjacket from the wall and steps out, holding it up for the crowd to see.
Rick—Oh no.
Matt—One of Corey Casey’s favorites.
Corey sits Stygian up and kneels behind him. Stygian is powerless to fight back as Corey pulls the straightjacket over his head, stuffs his arms through and pulls the arms around, tying the straps in the back. Stygian finally shakes the cobwebs loose about two seconds too late.
Rick—Stygian realizes what’s happened.
Matt—He’s helpless!
Corey raises his fist a moment, before laying in to Stygian with brutal cross face punches.
Rick—Corey Casey is raining down punishment on Stygian.
Matt—With that straightjacket done up, Stygian can’t stop him.
Corey punches Stygian until he gets bored with it. He stands and circles around to the front of the seated, straightjacketed Stygian and kicks him in the face, knocking him flat on his back. Corey ducks into the cage and grabs the second fluorescent light bulb. He stands over Stygian, pulling him up with one hand and whipping him into the outside of the second cage. Stygian hits and leans there on wobbly legs. Corey Casey winds up and hits a home-run swing into the back of Stygian’s head, shattering the second light tube.
Rick—Stygian is out on his feet here, I think this match needs to be stopped.
Matt—The ref can’t stop the match, he has absolutely zero power other than to raise the winner’s hand.
Corey kicks Stygian in the side to drop him. He then grabs Stygian’s head and drags him into the second cage door. Corey steps inside the cage and closes the door; or at least he would close the door, but Stygian’s head is in it. Corey starts slamming Stygian’s head between the two stainless steel pieces repeatedly.
Rick—Stygian is going to need to see a neurologist before he gets back into the ring again, he might have a severe concussion.
Once Corey Casey feels like he’s done enough of that, he slams the door on Stygian’s head once more, emphatically. Corey steps out of the cage, over Stygian and out towards the edge and holds his hands high, screaming at the crowd. They give it right back to him.
Rick—These fans letting Corey Casey hear it.
Matt—He’s truly had a remarkable career.
Corey turns back to Stygian who has managed to get to his knees. Corey catches him with a big right hand as he gets to his feet. He grabs Stygian by the back of the head and leads him over to the edge of the cell, kneeing him in the gut whenever he tries to fight back. Corey gets Stygian to the edge and spins him around, trapping the big man’s head between his legs.
Rick—Holy…he can’t do this…
Matt—Corey Casey plans to powerbomb Stygian off the cell from the looks of it!
Corey tries to lift Stygian, but Stygian drops to his knees, becoming dead weight. Corey steps off to the side and kicks him in the chest and the stomach several times. He turns Stygian parallel with the side of the cage and gets him into powerbomb position once again. Corey points at the casket, to a roar from the crowd.
Rick—Corey Casey is calling his shot.
Matt—And these fans love it!
Corey tries the powerbomb again, this time Stygian lifts and back body drops him.
Rick—Stygian may have saved his career there.
Matt—But he’s still in the straightjacket!
Corey gets to his feet and takes a swing, Stygian leans back out of the path and comes back with a headbutt. Corey gets staggered a half step back. Stygian takes a step back and lands a vicious kick to the groin.
Rick—I think they’re tied at three now.
Matt—Our research department sucks, they still haven’t gotten back to us with Gunther’s record!
Corey stumbles near the edge of the cage, Stygian runs in and hits him in the face with another huge Spartan Kick.
Matt—Corey Casey rolls off the edge of the cage!
Rick—He caught himself though, he didn’t fall off.
Matt—But he’s only hanging on by a thread.
Corey Casey hangs off the cage as long as his grip will let him he closes his eyes as he falls, expecting the worst. He lands on the security barrier. He opens his eyes and laughs, carefully turning round to face the crowd with a big smile. He raises his hands, and they cheer. He fakes diving into them and everyone in the section yells “DO IT!” Corey points over towards the entryway and they cheer. Then he jumps into the crowd.
Matt—Corey Casey is crowd-surfing here at Ragnarok!
Rick—I don’t believe it! This is crazy.
Matt—They’re getting him over towards the entrance.
Rick—Well, that’s where he wanted to go from the looks of it!
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Posts : 786 Join date : 2011-03-01 Age : 32 Location : Ottawa, Canada
Wrestler Stats IWF Record: 24-7-2 Alignment: Face
Subject: Re: Ragnarok II Mon Jun 25, 2012 10:50 pm
While the Corey Casey love fest goes on below, Stygian retreats into the second cage. He backs up to the barbwire baseball bat stuck to the cage door.
Rick—Now what the hell is Stygian doing?
Matt—He’s trying to get out of that straight jacket. He’s rubbing the arm strap ober that barb wire like a cheese grater…and it’s working!
The fans deposit Corey Casey onto the entrance ramp and he goes after the bolt cutters. He cuts the lock off the cage door and undoes the chain.
Rick—Corey Casey is ready for round two!
Corey grabs the steel chair from the ring and climbs up the ladder; he throws the steel chair through the trap door. Stygian has managed to cut through the strap and unbind his arms. He moves over and stomps Corey when he pokes his head through the door. Corey drops back down the ladder a second while Stygian gets the straightjacket off. Stygian grabs the steel chair and stands over the open trap door.
Rick—Stygian has a mind to play whack-a-mole here.
Corey climbs back up the ladder and throws a fireball into Stygian’s face.
Matt—HADOUKEN!
Stygian drops the chair and stumbles away from the entrance, giving Corey Casey more than enough time to climb into the cage. He picks up the chair and swings just as the big man’s vision is coming back. Stygian darts in under the chair and takes Corey Casey down the old-fashioned way. Corey drops the chair behind Stygian and Stygian pounds the bloodied face of Corey Casey with hard right hands. He stands up and grabs the chair, blasting Corey in the face with it. Stygian drags Corey up with a hand around his throat. He pulls Corey out of the second cage and lifts him up in a military press.
Rick—Baneblade coming right up?
Matt—No, he threw Corey up onto the ledge outside the third cage. He’s up after him now.
Stygian Corey is standing a second before Stygian climbs up. He tries a punch, Stygian ducks and catches Corey around the head and his arm. He lifts him up and drives him down.
Rick—Burn Notice right on the edge of the cage.
Matt—There’s no give on the edges of these cages, they’re solid to give the cage structural support. Uh oh…
Rick—Stygian’s drawing the sword.
Stygian leans against the cage for a second before he looks at Corey’s body, and then down to the roof of the first cage and gets a sick smile. He gestures as though he’s drawing a sword from his hip and kneels down to stab Corey Casey with it. He drags Corey Casey to his feet, presses him again and turns towards the edge of the cage. The crowd starts to boo.
Matt—He can’t do this…it stands to hurt him as much as it would hurt Corey…
Rick—I don’t think he car…BANEBLADE OFF THE SECOND CAGE INTO THE ROOF OF THE FIRST ONE!
Both men are down, side-by-side from the move, catching their breath as the crowd chants.
Stygian stirs weakly. Out of instinct, he crawls over and drapes an arm over Corey Casey.
Rick—Stygian doesn’t know where he is, he’s covering Corey Casey.
Matt—Neither does Corey, he just kicked out of it!
Corey rolls away and Stygian comes to his hands and knees, shaking his head to try and clear away the stars he’s certainly seeing. He crawls over to the second cage and pulls himself up. Stygian staggers, still woozy, into the cage and undoes the barb-wire baseball bat from the wall and stumbles out. Corey gets to his knees and gets a look at Stygian brandishing the bat. Stygian comes in for a big swing, Corey grabs the discarded steel chair and jams it into Stygian’s ribs. He folds the chair open and sets it up best he can on the roof. Corey stands and locks Stygian up.
Rick—Corey’s looking for a second dose of Darkness Falls.
Stygian switches the bat into his left hand behind his back and brings it up Between Corey’s legs.
Rick & Matt—OOOOHHH!
Again, every man in the crowd and at home winces.
Matt—I think that makes it even for the staple!
Corey lets go of Stygian and drops to his knees, holding his nuts.
Rick—At least it doesn’t appear to be bleeding.
Matt—That’d be one hell of a way to get a vasectomy.
Stygian stands and whacks Corey in the back with the baseball bat. The barbwire rends his flesh, leaving bleeding gashes. Corey lands flat on his face, Stygian turns him over with his foot and drives the barbwired end of the bat into his face the way he normally would drop a forearm. He grinds the barb wire into Corey’s skull, tearing him open.
Rick—That’s just sick. You have to be a gruesome son of a bitch to do something like that.
Matt—Corey had a few little cuts from the staples, now his face matches what he did to Stygian’s with that broken fluorescent tube.
Corey’s face is a bloody mess when Stygian finally lets up. He holds the bat with one hand, and drags Corey up with the other. Stygian jabs the bat into Corey’s stomach and then he hooks the bat under Corey’s chest and drags out an improvised bulldog. The bat winds up leaving nasty gouges in Corey’s chest and he rolls over holding it and his neck in pain. Stygian stands over Corey and pulls him up by his hair. Stygian leads Corey over to the edge of the cell. Corey tries to struggle out of his grasp a few feet from the edge. Stygian figures he’s close enough and throws Corey over from there.
Rick—Corey caught himself on the edge of the cage again!
Matt—He’s dangling off the front of it, though.
Rick—There will be no crowd surfing for Corey Casey this time.
Stygian looks down where Corey Casey has tried to pull himself up. He stomps on one of Corey Casey’s hands, leaving Corey hanging and vulnerable. He brings the bat up and slams it into Corey Casey’s skull. Corey bounces off the cage and falls, striking the edge of the casket and rolling away.
Rick—What a sick thing to do. Stygian drove that barbwire-wrapped baseball bat into the back of Corey Casey’s skull.
Matt—I don’t like the way Corey landed on his back, there. The lower half of his spine took the brunt of the fall on the edge of that casket.
Corey Casey pulls himself up along the security barrier. Stygian smiles evilly from the top of the cage. He drops the bat, which lands in front of the casket. Slowly he drops down on the edge of the cage, turns and hands from the framed structure, and eventually drops down.
Rick—When you’re seven feet tall, it’s not far to fall from hanging like that.
Corey Casey pushes off the security rail and tries to meet Stygian. He takes one step and falls over, holding his back in pain. He looks up helplessly at Stygian. Corey crawls towards the barbwire bat. He gets there before Stygian can and grabs the bat, flailing wildly with it.
Matt—Corey Casey is like a wounded animal.
Rick—He’s desperate. He can’t even stand.
Stygian tries to step in but Corey’s swinging away like Mickey Mantle. Stygian even tries to time it between swings, but Corey is too quick with the bat. Finally Stygian side-steps, grabs one of the side handles on the casket, and pulls it on its wheels into the side of Corey Casey.
Rick—Stygian blind sides Corey with the casket.
Matt--That metal handle at the end of the casket went right into his temple. Corey can’t walk, he’s been busted open and now I think he’s out cold, this match is over.
Stygian grabs the bolt cutters from just inside the cage. He goes to the casket and snaps the padlock off with the tool and casts it aside. Then he walks around the casket and opens both halves of the lid. He pulls Corey Casey up by his hair and lifts him up. He dumps Corey into the casket and reaches up to close the lids.
Rick—Fans this match is over. And what a match it’s been.
Before Stygian can close the casket, Corey Casey reaches up and braces the lid, preventing it from closing.
Matt—It’s not over yet! Corey Casey still has some fight left in him.
Stygian leans on the casket lid with all his weight, trying to force it closed. Corey elbows him in the stomach. When Stygian doubles over in pain, Corey grabs his hair and pulls Stygian’s head down so he can bite him.
Rick—He’s biting Stygian.
Matt—Corey Casey fighting tooth and nail for IWF. He refuses to let Stygian keep that title he stole! He doesn’t want this man representing his company as a fake world champion.
Rick—He never was beaten for the belt.
Matt—No, you stripped him and fired him. Why are you arguing for him now?
Rick—Because he might end Corey Casey’s career tonight.
Matt—You’d like Hitler if he put Corey Casey out of action.
Rick—Probably…
Corey lets go of Stygian, and drives him back with a rake of the eyes and shoves him back to the barricade. Corey rolls over the side and out of the casket. He stumbles over to the barricade and leans against it to keep himself upright.
Rick—Corey Casey still needs help to stand.
Matt—I don’t think he can effectively win the match. There’s no way he’s going to lift a 315 pound man into a casket with a bad back.
Rick—But Stygian’s going to have to kill him to stop him.
Corey balances on the barricade and starts kicking Stygian in the stomach. He lands four or five hard shots before Stygian falls to his knees. Then Corey kicks him in the side of the head.
Rick—Corey Casey is fighting with everything he has, he’s got the big man down!
Matt—But he can’t follow up on his advantage, look!
Corey pushes off the security railing, takes two steps towards Stygian and falls down to his knees again, holding his lower back.
Matt—This match needs to be stopped, now.
Stygian rolls away from Corey and gets to his feet. He sees Corey on his hands and knees and calls the referee over. The ref looks at the Black Dragon and talks to Corey.
Rick—Our mics aren’t picking up the conversation very well. But I think we can see what’s going on here.
Matt—The referee is obviously telling Corey he’s stopping the match.
Rick—That’s the right call.
Matt—No doubt. Corey isn’t going to like losing this way, but he’s getting married, he has two small children at home. His health is worth more than a stupid belt.
The ref stands over Corey, still on his hands and knees. When he bends down to try and help Corey, Corey breathes fire into his face, tags him in the groin, and slams the ref’s head into the side of the casket. The crowd pops loud as Corey Casey sits up on his knees and tells Stygian to bring it.
Rick—Corey Casey just knocked out the ref!
Matt—The ref was trying to stop the match, Corey doesn’t want the match stopped.
Rick—You said it yourself, he needs medical attention, he could have a broken back here!
Matt—I agree with you, but obviously Corey Casey doesn’t.
Rick—Stygian doesn’t know what the hell to do. Corey Casey has his fists up. He can’t stand, but he’s willing to fight from his knees.
Matt—Even Stygian wants Corey to stop.
Rick—But he won’t.
Matt—Stygian isn’t going to feel charitable for long if I know him.
True enough, Stygian goes from trying to reason with Corey, to charging in and kneeing him between the eyes.
Rick—That was like a wrecking ball!
Matt—Corey should have let the ref end the match. He can’t walk, he can barely stand. If his back isn’t broken now, it’s going to be before the night’s over.
Stygian pushes the casket all the way over to the other set of security barriers, making room. He stomps on Corey Casey, and then does it again for good measure. He pulls Corey Casey up and whips him back-first into the casket. Corey bounces off and stumbles, practically falling into the waiting grasp of Stygian. The big man lifts him up, turns and delivers a modified back-breaker, using the top of the steel barricade instead of his knee. Corey falls to the floor, holding his back.
Matt—This is disgusting!
Rick—The man wants to continue the match, he’s got the obvious injury, what should Stygian do.
Matt—He could cripple the man for life.
Rick—Stygian tried to get the match stopped! Corey Casey decided to make referee flambé!
Matt—I suppose you’re right. Someone should stop this match. Let’s get the IWF Commissioner out here, he can stop the match.
Stygian leaves Corey lying there and turns towards the cage. Corey starts weakly crawling towards the barbwire bat still lying there. As Stygian is messing with the cage door, Brandon Macdonald comes running out to Corey Casey’s side. He kneels there as Corey reaches for the bat. This time the conversation can be heard.
Brandon Macdonald Come on Corey, it’s over, man. Let go of the bat. Let’s get you out of here.
Stygian suddenly looms over Brandon and Corey, Brandon puts his hand up.
Stygian nods and steps away. Brandon helps Corey Casey to stand; he leans on the bat as an improvised crutch.
Corey Casey The hell it’s over. I’m not letting that son of a bitch take our title.
Brandon Macdonald Corey, you can barely stand. You can’t walk. Think about Jessica. Think about your twins. You’ll thank me later. I’m stopping the match.
Corey Casey THE HELL YOU ARE!
Corey lurches, and drives the butt of the bat into Brandon Macdonald’s jaw. The fans go nuts!
Rick—Corey Casey just knocked out the IWF Commissioner for trying to stop the match!
Matt—Dammit Corey, you’ve got more balls than brains! Brandon was trying to help you.
Corey turns to face Stygian, leaning against the barrier and holding the bat. Stygian shrugs and delivers another Spartan Kick to the head. Corey topples, losing his grip on the bat. Stygian is quick to pull him up and scoop him up. He turns to where he’s propped the cage door open. He gets a running start and drives Corey Casey’s lower back into the frame of the door.
Rick—Stygian still has Corey Casey up, what’s he going to do now?
Stygian turns, takes a few steps and throws Corey over his head with a front fallaway slam. Corey’s back hits the side of the door again, and he falls to the steel ramp in a heap.
Rick—Corey Casey is forcing Stygian to finish this match.
Matt—Stygian will, no matter the cost.
Rick—Corey Casey has knocked out a referee and the IWF commissioner for trying to stop it.
Speaking of Brandon, several men in IWF polo shirts come down to help him to the back. He’s conscious, but not coherent as he goes. Stygian turns to Corey Casey, going back on the attack. He rolls Corey over to pick him up, but then stands and makes an X with his arms to the back.
Rick—I think Corey Casey may have finally blacked out from the pain.
Matt—Thank god.
After a few seconds, a team of EMT’s come down to the ring with Johnny Electric. Stygian backs away and lets them work. As they set about stabilizing Corey on a backboard, Stygian steps into the crowd. He winds his way around the ring over to the announce position. He goes to the timekeeper and demands the briefcase and the title belt.
Rick—What a night.
Matt—Of course, here’s Stygian after his loot.
Stygian’s voice comes over the announcer’s mics, but the viewing audience can’t make out what he’s saying.
Matt—You heard me, take your loot and get out of here, lousy merc.
Stygian has the briefcase with Corey Casey’s money and the IWF title belt. He weaves his way back over to the assembly on the entrance ramp, where Corey’s been strapped to a backboard and lifted onto a gurney. Stygian pauses, then he places the briefcase and the belt onto the gurney.
Matt—What the hell?
Rick—Stygian’s giving the belt and the money back to Corey Casey!
The fans actually cheer at the showing of respect from the big man.
Rick—I guess Stygian feels…I don’t know what he feels.
Matt—Stygian has a mic.
Stygian’s still breathing heavily as his mic goes live.
Stygian Son of a bitch. Give me some water. Some water, please? You, vendor monkey, over here. Here, give me two. Well I don’t have my wallet on me, now. Tell your boss to find me after the show. No, two. Thank you.
Stygian takes two bottles of water from some kid carrying them around in an ice tray. They’re both fogged over and perspiring from the temperature. Stygian opens one and drinks about half of it, before dumping the rest over his head. The EMT’s are slowly wheeling Corey up the ramp.
Stygian So much better. Thank you. There’s your money and your belt Corey. You earned them. I have to admit, I can’t beat you. No. I can’t beat you. You won’t give up. You just keep getting up no matter what. I can’t beat you, I can only kill you; and that doesn’t interest me.
Rick—A great show of respect from the Black Dragon for Corey Casey.
Matt—I might owe him an apology.
Stygian is leaning up against the cage, weary from the toll of the match. The crowd chants.
About the time they get to the ramp, Corey starts to stir. The crowd cheers. Stygian is still trying to recover. Corey frees his hand from the strap and undoes it. He sits up and starts leveling EMTs with right hands. The crowd gets louder.
Rick—I don’t believe it…
Matt—He’s getting up again!
Corey dives off the gurney and tackles the doctor. He digs in the doctor’s crash bag, rifling through medical vials until he finds the one marked epinephrine and a syringe. Corey pulls the cap off the syringe with his teeth, sticks it in the bottle and measures out a dose. He jams the syringe into his thigh and injects himself.
Rick—That maniac, that’s pure adrenaline! That could kill him!
Matt—Fans, if you’re watching at home, please do NOT inject yourself with epinephrine under any circumstances.
Corey closes his eyes and laughs maniacally before he falls over.
Matt—Or you might just kill yourself, like Corey Casey just did!
Rick—And he’s knocked out our medical team, there’s nobody to help him!
Stygian turns around and gets his legs under him. He turns and sees the laid-out medical staff and the empty gurney. Warily, he stalks up the ramp towards the carnage. When he’s a t the foot of the gurney, Corey Casey’s hand comes up over the edge like the Creature From the Black Lagoon. Stygian freezes as Corey pulls himself up on the gurney and Stands behind it.
Corey Casey THIS ISN’T OVER, MOTHERFUCKER!
Corey lunges forward, driving the gurney into Stygian’s stomach. Stygian doubles over and Corey walks around and grabs Stygian, assaulting him with right hands.
Rick—Unbelievable! Corey Casey has his second wind!
Matt—How is this guy still standing?
Corey grabs the briefcase in one hand, and Stygian’s throat by the other. He leads Stygian over to the edge of the stage, charges, and drills him in the face with the briefcase.
Corey Casey Keep the change, asshole!
Stygian flies off the stage and into the pyro controls. As he hits, a huge wall of fire, and several other assorted fireworks shoot off all over the stage, above the stage, from the ring posts, and from above the ring.
Rick—Jesus Christ, it’s like the London Blitz in here!
Matt—I can’t hear over the explosions!
Corey grabs the belt off the floor and turns towards Stygian. Just as Stygian extricates himself from the pyro control panel, Corey leaps off the stage and nails him with the belt. Corey holds the IWF title high in the air triumphantly as Stygian lays lifelessly on the pyro stand. Corey climbs the steps down and drags the big man off. He whips Stygian hard into the side of the ramp, and follows up with a huge clothesline.
Matt—Corey Casey is on fire here!
Rick—This isn’t fair, Stygian let up and called help for an injured man, and this is the thanks he gets?
Corey rolls Stygian back up onto the stage and climbs up with him. He pulls Stygian up and drags him over to the gurney, scooping him up and slamming the seven footer onto it.
Rick—Now Stygian’s on the gurney.
Matt—Too bad this isn’t a stretcher match!
Corey grabs the bottle of water Stygian dropped. He chugs down about 3/4ths of it, and the hits Stygian in the head with what’s left of the bottle. Corey wheels Stygian down the ramp, next to the casket. Once he’s there, Corey opens the lid and dumps Stygian in.
Rick—All he has to do is close the lid.
Corey shoves the gurney aside and grabs the lid, slamming it………..almost shut, before a gloved hand reaches up and forces the casket open again. Stygian sits up and blows mist, Corey holds up a lighter and blows fire at the same time. The whole thing turns to steam and leaves them both bewildered.
Rick—What just…
Matt—I don’t even…
Stygian acts first, jumping out of the casket. Corey reacts, dropping the lighter and shoving Stygian into the side of the casket. While Stygian is stunned, Corey whips Stygian down the ramp, and into the cage. Stygian puts a hand out to keep from hitting the ringpost and turns around.
Rick—CASEY SHUFFLE!
Matt—Right on the point of the jaw, he nailed Stygian.
Corey stands there, admiring his handiwork for a few minutes before he throws Stygian into the ring and comes after him, taking the last hanging kendo stick from the chains. He waits on Stygian to get to his feet and turn around, and charges in with the kendo stick, knocking him right back down. Corey helps Stygian up and shoves him into the corner face first. Stygian hits and falls to his knees, hanging onto the top rope weakly. Corey Casey slips in behind the Black Dragon and pulls his shirt up, exposing his back.
Rick—Corey Casey exposing Stygian’s bare back for that kendo stick!
Matt—This is going to suck for the big guy.
Corey winds up and starts caning Stygian’s bare back, the crowd counts along.
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Corey holds a finger up to his lips to silence the crowd, takes a big wind up and viciously drives the bamboo stick into Stygian’s back
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Rick—Oh my god! Look at Stygian’s back.
Matt—He’s got a pattern of welts and cuts…his back looks like cheap hamburger meat fresh out of the grinder!
Rick—Corey Casey is looking upstairs.
Matt—Is he thinking about going back up there?
Rick—There’s still plenty of sick weapons to be had up there!
Matt—I think he sees something he likes.
Corey Casey sets the ladder back up and climbs through the trapdoor and into the second cage. He grabs a black bag off the wall, drops it down the hole, and hangs from the trapdoor, before dropping into the ring. Corey takes up the ladder, folds it up and shoulders it. Stygian is standing in the corner, pulling his shirt back down. Stygian turns, and Corey charges; nailing him with the ladder in the face. Corey pitches the ladder out of the ring.
Rick—Corey Casey is going for the black bag once again.
Matt—He brought it down from upstairs, from that sick selection of weapons up above.
Corey opens the bag and spills its contents into his hand and throws them down like a sprinkle of fairy dust. Only it’s not fairy dust.
Rick—Thumbtacks!
Corey dumps the thumbtacks out into sloppy cluster and turns, doing his little dance this time.
Rick—Casey Shuffle again!
The kick staggers Stygian to bounce off the ropes and right back into Stygian’s waiting grasp. Corey hooks in the front face lock and hauls Stygian up, turning him over and driving him into the thumbtacks!
Rick—PURIFIER INTO THE THUMBTACKS!
Matt—It has to be over now. Stygian’s back…I mean, between those cane shots and that move there, he’s got to be done.
Corey Casey gets up, some of the thumbtacks sticking out of his elbows as he waves his hands, saying Stygian’s finished. Corey rolls out of the ring and goes to the casket, wheeling it down to ringside.
Rick—Stygian hasn’t moved.
Matt—He’s out. This is over.
Corey gets the open casket into position and slides into the ring. He drags Stygian over and then gets on all fours, trying to roll Stygian into the casket. He rolls Stygian right over to the edge of the ring. Corey catches his breath from the effort to roll 315 pounds of dead weight this far. He takes a deep breath and goes to finish the job. Stygian grabs the bottom rope with one hand and throws punches with the other. He punches furiously until Corey Casey has to retreat enough for Stygian to roll back into the ring. Stygian gets to his feet about the same time Corey Casey does. Stygian grabs Corey’s wrist and pulls him into a short-arm clothesline. He keeps hold of the wrist and hits another. Corey Casey is pulled to his feet, an Stygian back off the ropes and nails him with a huge clothesline that flips Corey inside-out. Stygian collapses onto the middle rope.
Rick—Both men are wounded and weary from this hellish match they’ve had tonight.
Stygian finally stands and works to pull off his shirt, finally getting all of the thumbtacks out of his back with the fabric. He tosses the ruined garment out of the ring.
Matt—Jesus, Stygian’s back is a bloody, welt-covered mess.
Rick—he looks like he was drug behind someone’s car for five miles.
Corey Casey gets to his feet and charges. Stygian dips his shoulder and drops Corey over the top rope, but Corey lands on his feet on the apron. Corey punches Stygian when he turns around and steps through the ropes. Corey runs at Stygian trying for either a spear or a Lou Thesz press. Whatever it is, Stygian catches him and presses him up.
Rick—Probably another Baneblade.
Matt—Corey’s fighting it.
Corey smacks Stygian in the face and rakes his eyes. Stygian’s grip slips and Corey winds up on his shoulders. Corey realizes he’s still in trouble and punches at Stygian a few times. Stygian shrugs off the blows, and throws Corey off his shoulders, throat first into the chain where the weapons used to hang. Corey falls to the mat, holding his throat and kicking his legs as Stygian rests on all fours, catching his breath yet again.
Rick—I don’t know if Stygian meant to do that, but it was effective.
Matt—It looked like he was going for that electric chair drop of his, but instead he hung Corey Casey’s throat on the top rope.
Stygian stands up and moves over to the ropes, where the last notable weapon, the Stop sign hangs. He unhooks the stop sign and turns around where Corey Casey is getting to his feet. Stygian charges swings and Corey ducks, popping up with a right hand that forces Stygian to drop the sign. Corey follows up with another and another right hand. He knees Stygian in the gut and sets up for the Purifier yet again, but then? Then he has another idea. He grabs Stygian and presses him overhead.
Rick—Is he trying a Baneblade!
Matt—We’ve seen him do it before.
Rick—How humiliating would it be for Stygian to be beaten with his own move?
Corey tries to drop Stygian down but the big man lands on his feet and clotheslines Corey down to the ground.
Rick—Stygian countered it.
Matt—That’s the danger of using a man’s own move against him.
Stygian grabs the stop sign and waits on Corey Casey to get up. When he does, Stygian charges and whacks Corey Casey in his lower back with the stop sign. Corey holds his back and falls to the mat.
Rick—Had to wonder when that was gonna come back up.
Matt—Stygian goes back to Corey’s lower back.
Rick—Corey Casey gave himself a literal shot of adrenaline, but it has to be wearing off about now.
Stygian clocks Corey in the head with the stop sign and drops it, rolling out of the ring and pushing the casket out of the cage. Stygian pulls tables out from under the ring.
Rick—One table.
Matt—Two tables.
Rick—THREE TABLES?
Matt—Stygian is setting these things up side-by-side-by-side.
Rick—He usually stacks up two of them and lights them on fire for a Baneblade. I don’t know what he’s got planned now.
Stygian circles around the ring and slides under the bottom rope along the other side. Stygian starts undoing the top turnbuckle pad as Corey struggles to his feet.
Rick—Corey Casey’s on shaky legs now that Stygian has targeted his lower back once more.
Matt—But he’s still got fight in him.
Corey Casey charges, catching Stygian with a clothesline as he turns. Corey grabs Stygian’s head and smashes it into the exposed turnbuckle. Stygian bounces off and falls to the floor, rolling out of the ring. Corey Casey steps out onto the apron and sizes Stygian up yet again. He runs and leaps…but Stygian catches Corey and runs his back into the ring post. Corey drops like a sack of potatoes. Stygian stalks Corey now and picks him up, whipping him into the steel steps, but Corey manages to put the brakes on. Stygian charges after and Corey picks up the stairs and clocks the big man with them.
Rick—Effective counter, but that took a lot out of Corey.
Matt—Those steps are big, they’re heavy and they aren’t easy to lift when your back isn’t sore.
Corey rests with his hands on his knees while Stygian pulls himself up against the cage. Corey gives Stygian a few right hands to soften him up and the puts a headlock on. He drags Stygian around the tables and slams his face into one of them. Corey grabs Stygian’s head and leads him over to the casket, and hangs Stygian’s head over the edge. He grabs the casket lid and pulls it down violently across Stygian’s neck. Stygian drops to his knees, clasping his throat.
Rick—Corey Casey using the casket as a weapon.
Matt—It looks like he’s ready to end this.
Corey drags Stygian up and tries to throw him in the casket. Stygian elbows Corey in the stomach and tries to wrest Corey into the casket. Corey chops Stygian’s chest a few times and goes back to forcing him into the casket. Stygian reaches up, pulls his head out of the path, and slams Corey Casey’s hand in the casket.
Rick—Stygian might have crushed Corey Casey’s left hand in there!
Matt—That casket lid probably weighs at least 35 pounds, it’s some kind of stainless steel alloy.
Rick—And the catch must have caught, Corey can’t get his hand out of the casket.
Stygian hits a huge right hand to soften Corey Casey up, then he snacks Corey’s head on the casket a few times before reaching over to undo the catch. Corey tries to fight from his knees with a right hand, but Stygian blocks it and hits him in the face. He reaches down to grasp Corey Casey’s injured left hand, and crushes it with a Greco-Roman knuckle lock.
Rick—These two started the match with this hold, now Stygian uses it to punish Corey’s broken hand.
Matt—Stygian has complete control of Corey now. A man can only endure so much pain.
Corey gets to his feet, trying to fight again, but Stygian wrenches on Corey’s left hand and the fight goes out of him. Stygian walks him back to the line of tables and knees Corey in the stomach, doubling him over. He traps Corey’s head between his legs, and only then does he let go of the hold. Stygian lifts Corey Casey up and powerbombs him through the first table.
Rick—Powerbomb! On Corey’s bad back, that should do it.
Matt—I don’t think he’s done…
Stygian keeps his hands locked and lifts Corey up again, stepping forth into the wreckage of the second table, and powerbombing Corey through it.
Rick—You don’t think Stygian’s going to…
Matt—He usually does them in threes!
Stygian pauses a moment, then he lifts the man up steps forward again and drives him through the third table.
Rick—Stygian just triple powerbombed Corey Casey through three tables!
Matt—Corey’s got to be done. He put in a good fight to get this far, but there’s no way, NO WAY.
Stygian crouches and pulls a lifeless Corey Casey into a fireman’s carry. He stands up, and walks Corey Casey over to the casket. Stygian pauses to rest a second, and the fans get hope…but Stygian takes the final few steps and drops Corey into the casket, closing the lids over him.
Rick—He did it, the son of a bitch did it!
Matt—One of the most violent matches we’ll ever see, and Stygian wins it after a triple powerbomb through three tables.
Stygian drops to his knees, holding his arms high as the crowd gives the match a warm round of applause. Lilith and Lilah come running down to his side. The cage starts to raise.
Heather Thompson The winner of the Hellzone match, the five million dollars, and still the self-proclaimed “real IWF Champion”…STYGIAN!
Rick—Love the man or hate him, you can’t deny he earned this win tonight.
Matt—Corey Casey put up the fight of his life. He has nothing to be ashamed of. I’ve never seen two men push each other as far as I have tonight.
Rick—I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing this match many times through the years.
Matt—If this doesn’t win Match of the Year, I’ll quit smoking weed.
An IWF crewmember hands Stygian the briefcase and the belt. He hands the case to Lilah and stands, holding the belt high.
Rick—That man says he’s the real IWF Champion…I don’t want to be the one who has to prove him wrong.
Stygian drops the belt onto his shoulder and gingerly walks out. Aches and pains from the match starting to set in. He has to lean on Lilith here and there, but he gets to the top of the ramp and walks off the stage. People run past the casket, to start clearing the ring. Corey opens the casket and sits up, looking out at the crowd. Tears start to flow as he steps out, and looks at the crowd.
Rick—Folks, I’ve heard rumors all around that this was going to be Corey Casey’s last match.
Matt—I think it has to be. I mean, he can walk, if only barely, so his back isn’t broken, but it’s still been severely damaged.
Corey has a little trouble walking. The fans start cheering for him. As he waves to them, Brandon Macdonald and Chuck Matthews come out, clapping for Corey. They wander down the entrance ramp and over to Corey. Corey puts an arm over Chuck’s shoulder for support, and the three of them walk to the back as “Cry Thunder” gives way to “Do You Call My Name”.
THANK YOU COREY!
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THANK YOU COREY!
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THANK YOU COREY!
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THANK YOU COREY!
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They get to the top of the ramp and turn, and the crowd roars for Corey Casey one more time. Brandon holds Corey’s hand up and the cheers get louder. Corey’s smiling, despite the tears streaming down his face. He soaks it in for a few minutes, before turning and walking out.
Rick—Took that beating, got off the gurney, knocked out the EMTs, shot himself up with adrenaline and walked out of here.
Matt—Walked out, wasn’t carried out, wasn’t wheeled out. He walked out under his own power; with a little help from his friends.
Rick—I know he didn’t win, but if this is his last match, what a way to go.
The show fades to an advertisement as the ring is cleared.
Corey Casey
Posts : 1395 Join date : 2011-03-01 Age : 36
Wrestler Stats IWF Record: 27-12-1 Alignment: In Between
The show comes back from commercial to show Heather Thompson, who is standing just outside of the ring. A large steel cage stands around the outside of the ring
Heather Thompson- The following match is a Steel Cage Match and it is for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship! A victor can only be determined via escape! Introducing first…
Watch your words Or your words might drown you And cure my wounds And the light will blind you
Chad Mason steps from behind the curtain, staring at the ring. He's followed by Jennifer Young, who grabs his arm, and traces her finger down his chest. Chad smirks, and the two begin walking to the ring.
Heather Thompson- Being accompanied to the ring by Jennifer young…From New York City, New York…Weighing in at 235 Pounds…Representing Natural Law…Chad Mason!
Rick- You know, I never would’ve thought in a million years that Chad Mason would, realistically, have a good solid chance of becoming IWF World Heavyweight Champion…
Matt- Chad has a good chance, sure…with his pack of dogs known as Natural Law ready to do his bidding and with Jennifer Young calling the shots from ringside!
Rick- All of those factors are negated tonight though, since Chad will be cut off from his Natural Law compatriots thanks to a massive steel cage!
Matt- This is the same steel cage that Stygian and CC just tore apart! How much do you think this cage even has left!?
To truly see well You must have faith Oh the righteous they can't wait A saving grace That all we know Let us pray Let us hold on
Chad looks at the fans as he walks to the ramp, but ignores them, continuing his walk. He stops at the foot of the ramp, staring up at the steel cage surrounding the ring. He slowly walks around the outside of the cage and enters through the door, a smirk on his face. Jenny climbs to the apron, looking at Chad.
I can't breathe I prefer to find a ceiling To this hate of mine I can't win I can fight no more I'm drowning And I'm sick inside
Chad lifts Jennifer over the top rope, and she wraps her legs around him. Chad carries her to the center of the ring, and she drops down. She claps as Chad makes his way to the corner. He lifts his arms in the Lethal Imperative pose, then hops down, loosening up and getting ready for the match.
Heather Thompson- And his opponent…
"Unleash the warrior within!"
Pyro sets off from both sides on the entrance ramp in the form of a pair of angel wings with the words "Heaven's Gladiator" appearing in crystal blue letters on the titantron. A single platform can be seen being lowered at the ramp revealing a lone figure standing at the center. He is wearing a white and blue warrior tunic with angel designs decorated on the back and a gold cross shape tapestry on the front. His long black hair flows in the air revealing his face as he stares at the crowd before him.
I am now an instrument of violence I am a vessel of invincibility I cannot leave this undecided Stepping down to battle another day
Remember me for all time This determination is a vital part of me Surrender now or be counted With the endless masses that I will defeat you.
Steel Angel jumps off the platform and bows before fans as they shower him in cheers. Steel Angel then walks slowly towards the ring every step with purpose, every movement loose and flowing.
Heather Thompson- From San Diego, California…Weighing in at 220 Pounds…He is the reigning and defending IWF World Heavyweight Champion…Steel Angel!
Rick- And here comes, in many people’s estimations, the single most underrated IWF World Heavyweight Champion in the history of this company!
Matt- Agreed! Steel Angel has been a good, reliable, consistent work horse for this company since the day he walked through the front door of IWF Headquarters.
Rick- But being the single most underrated champ in IWF history carries with it a heavy price…and tonight we see if Steel Angel can prove all the doubters wrong and prove to the world he can stand toe to toe with the greatest challenges IWF has to offer!
Matt- This is going to be yet another great match on what has already been a legendary Pay Per View thus far!
Come on bring it, don't sing it, better believe it.
Steel Angel then stops at the end of the ramp where he brings his hands together with the middle and index fingers joining together pointing straight out with the other fingers curled together overlapping one another. He then moves his hands while in this symbol up, down, left and then right in the form of a cross before bringing both middle and index fingers to his lips and kisses them. He then separates his hands as he points to the sky unleashing blue pyro from the entrance ramp.
Broken down till your hope has died Beat down 'til victory's mine Stand up and show me some pride And now are you ready?
Steel Angel then walks around the ring slapping high fives with some of the fans before climbing up the steel ring steps and entering the steel cage
I'm one with the warrior inside My dominance can't be denied Your entire world will turn Into a battlefield tonight
As I look upon you Through the warrior's eyes Now I can see the fear That will ensure my victory this time.
He smiles as looks around the ring, he then poses which causes the fans to cheer some more.
I can't be told to compromise this They'll never doubt the body lying at my feet A most formidable reminder They will speak my name for eternity.
I have no need of any guidance I am a weapon, powerful beyond belief Seen through the warrior's eyes I never need to question how to defeat you.
He then removes the tunic and takes it off showing his ripped features to the ladies in attendence some of whom scream in delight. He is also wearing gold karate style pants with white flame like designs on the ankles and the words "Steel Angel" writtin in black latin like writting on the sides.
Come on bring it, don't sing it, better believe it
He then stands at the center of the ring and forms the same hand gesture he did at the end of the entrance ramp. This time as he ends the gesture by pointing to the sky that white pyro erupts from the corners.
Broken down 'til your hope has died Beat down till victory's mine Stand up and show me some pride And now are you ready?
I'm one with the warrior inside My dominance can't be denied Your entire world will turn Into a battlefield tonight.
As I look upon you Through the warrior's eyes Now I can see the fear That will ensure my victory this time.
He then tilts his head from side to side and he gets ready for his match. The ref looks at the referee outside of the ring and nods. The referee outside of the ring nods and grabs a chain and a padlock which he uses to lock the door of the steel cage shut. The referee inside the ring then looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell
Steel Cage Match IWF Championship Steel Angel [vs.] Chad Mason
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Steel Angel and Chad Mason both eye each other from across the ring. Chad Mason smirks as he eyes Steel Angel
Rick- Chad Mason clearly thinks he has all the angles figured out here
Matt- And Chad just might…so far, Chad Mason and Natural Law have had Steel Angel pretty much at their mercy
Chad Mason and Steel Angel both meet in the center of the ring. Steel Angel gains the early advantage, taking Chad Mason down with a sidehead headlock takedown. Chad Mason reaches up with his legs, locking in a leg scissors on Steel Angel. Steel Angel reaches down, planting his hands flat on the canvas on either side of Chad Mason;s legs. Sa then stands on his head briefly before using his body weight to send himself backward, allowing him to escape the head scissors. Steel Angel then springs to his feet and, after pausing for a split second, Steel Angel dives forward and delivers a clothesline that drives Chad Mason down to the canvas
Rick- Excellent showing thus far for the IWF Champ
Matt- Steel Angel is definitely holding his own thus far, but we’re only seconds into this match up. Steel Angel has a long way to go if he wants to walk out of here victorious
Both Chad Mason and Steel Angel manage to fight up to their feet. Steel Angel charges at Chad Mason, looking to take Chad Mason down with another clothesline. However, Chad Mason manages to reach out and grab Steel Angel’s arm and take Steel Angel down with an arm drag. Both competitors spring up to their feet again and, again, Chad Mason manages to take Steel Angel down with yet another arm drag. Both men get to their feet a third time. This time, Steel Angel throws a big leaping roundhouse kick aimed at Chad Mason’s head. However, Chad Mason manages to run forward and duck underneath the kick. Both men find themselves standing face to face with only a few feet between the two men
Rick- Deadlocked!
Matt- Both Steel Angel and Chad Mason had a little bit of offense there in that exchange and I gotta say, Steel Angel is really impressing me here
Rick- Steel Angel is definitely showing a lot of promise…but then again, Chad Mason is certainly showing some big time signs of improvement since his last brief run here in IWF
After a brief moment apart, Chad Mason and Steel Angel once again lock up in the center of the ring. Chad Mason gains the early advantage, using his strength and size advantage to push Steel Angel back a few steps. Chad Mason then drops down, looking to execute a fireman’s carry take down. However, Steel Angel manages to roll right up to his feet. Steel Angel then drops down as Chad Mason gets to his feet. Steel Angel tries to sweep the legs of Chad Mason, but Chad Mason simply hops over the leg sweep attempt. Steel Angel battles up to his feet and attempts to throw a body kick but Chad Mason manages to catch Steel Angel’s foot. Steel Angel tries to use the leverage to throw an insiguri but Chad Mason manages to duck the attempt while still maintaining control of Steel Angel’s leg. Steel Angel bounces around on one foot for a moment before leaping up in the air and corkscrewing his body while lashing out with his other foot, connecting a corkscrew mule kick that sends Chad Mason stumbling backwards into the corner turnbuckle
Rick- Again, a beautiful exchange between Steel Angel and Chad Mason
Matt- Chad Mason has that technical background as well as that cunning, almost uncanny ability to see a few steps ahead of what his opponent might be thinking of doing next
Rick- But as of right now, Steel Angel is the one in the driver’s seat
Steel Angel gets up to his feet and charges across the ring at Chad Mason, who is still slumped into the corner turnbuckle. As soon as he gets close enough, Steel Angel leaps into the air, looking to connect a big body splash. However, Chad Mason ducks immediately to his right, utilizing the space between the cage and the ring ropes. Instead of crashing and burning in the corner though, Steel Angel manages to land on the second turnbuckle on his feet. Chad Mason quickly ducks completely out of the ropes and stands on the ring apron. Steel Angel turns his head just as Chad Mason throws a big time series of three swift right hands that staggers Steel Angel
Rick- Chad Mason using that cunning you were just talking about, Matt, to avoid that move by Steel Angel
Matt- And this is when Chad Mason is most dangerous. He’s a lot like Chuck Matthews in terms of fighting style. Both men at their most lethal when they can dictate the pace of the match
Chad Mason climbs up the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope. Chad Mason grabs Steel Angel’s head and bashes Steel Angel face first off the top turnbuckle a few times. Chad Mason then grabs Steel Angel around the waist and dives off the top rope, slamming Steel Angel down to the canvas spine first with a sunset flip powerbomb
Rick- Huge move there by Chad Mason!
Matt- This could be that momentum changer that Chad Mason needs!
Chad Mason gets to his feet and walks over to where Steel Angel is laying on the canvas. Chad Mason leans down and grabs Steel Angel and pulls Steel Angel up to his feet. Chad Mason then Irish whips Steel Angel to the ring ropes. Steel Angel hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and comes running back at Chad Mason. Chad Mason ducks down, looking to connect a back body drop, however Steel Angel manages to pull up at the last second. Steel Angel reaches out and grabs the back of Chad Mason’s head and leaps into the air. Steel Angel then bashes Chad Mason’s face off Steel Angel’s knee with a big time facebuster. Steel Angel then grabs Chad Mason’s legs and brings Chad Mason down to the canvas. Steel Angel holds Chad Mason’s legs open and looks out at the crowd and winks before leaping into the air and crashing down on Chad Mason’s lower stomach with both of his legs
Rick- Ouch
Matt- Facebuster right into that…uh…double leg drop to the intestines?
Rick- Sounds close enough to me!
Steel Angel immediately rolls up to his feet as Chad Mason sits up, grabbing his lower stomach and nuts in pain. Steel Angel leaps into the air and connects a dropkick to the chest of Chad Mason that sends Chad Mason back down to the canvas. Steel Angel and Chad Mason both slowly get to their feet, both men beginning to show slight signs of fatigue setting in. Chad Mason stumbles backwards and ends up in the corner turnbuckle. Steel Angel pursues Chad Mason, looking to press the offense. However, as soon as Steel Angel gets close enough, Chad Mason lashes out and catches Steel Angel with a thumb to the eye
Rick- An underhanded move by Chad Mason there
Matt- Hey, Chad Mason did what he had to do in order to buy himself some breathing room
Steel Angel leans forward as Chad Mason shifts around, causing Steel Angel to be the one leaning on the turnbuckle with one hand and trying to check his eye with the other, exposing his back to Chad Mason. Chad Mason runs in and delivers a double axe handle, clubbing the exposed neck and back of Steel Angel and causing Steel Angel to be driven forward and bash his chest and neck off the top turnbuckle and collapse to the canvas in the seated position. Chad Mason then immediately grabs the top ropes and press his boot into the throat of Steel Angel, effectively stifling Steel Angel’s oxygen intake.
Rick- Chad Mason has done a good job thus far of grounding the normally high flying Steel Angel
Matt- Yeah I’ve noticed that too. Steel Angel hasn’t been given a chance to really build up some momentum and display those high power, high flying moves he normally utilizes over the course of his matches
Chad Mason eventually releases his boot from the throat of Steel Angel and takes a few steps backwards, taunting the crowd. Meanwhile, at ringside, Jennifer Young nods her head and claps loudly as the fans shower Chad Mason with boo’s
Rick- Jennifer Young showing support for her man, Chad Mason
Matt- And what a looker Jennifer is, Rick! I’d love to have Jennifer Young in my corner!
Rick- Easy killer…
Chad Mason turns and walks over to one side of the steel cage. Chad Mason reaches out and begins to climb up the steel cage wall, using the top rope for leverage. As Chad Mason begins to climb, Steel Angel immediately pulls himself up to his feet and sprints across the ring. As soon as he gets close enough, Steel Angel reaches out and grabs Chad Mason’s right foot, which is still precariously positioned on the top rope. Steel Angel immediately rips Chad Mason’s foot right off the top rope, causing Chad Mason to plummet down off the cage wall and land nuts first on the top rope
Rick- Yikes…
Matt- Jennifer Young might have to kiss those and make it better later…
Steel Angel immediately takes off and sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes on the far side in order to gain momentum. Steel Angel then comes sprinting back towards Chad Mason, who is still precariously stuck on the top rope. As soon as he gets close enough, Steel Angel leaps into the air and delivers a spinning heel kick that drives Chad Mason right into the steel cage. Chad Mason slams against the steel cage and topples off the top rope and back into the ring
Rick- Steel Angel finally able to gain a little bit of momentum here
Matt- And Steel Angel with momentum is a very dangerous thing!
Steel Angel gets to his feet, reaches down, and grabs Chad Mason’s wrist with one hand and Chad Mason’s ankle with the other hand. Steel Angel then pulls Chad Mason to the center of the ring. Steel Angel then immediately runs to the ropes on the other side of the ring, bouncing off them and gaining a full head of steam. Steel Angel leaps over Chad Mason’s body in the middle ring and, as soon as he gets close enough to the ring ropes, Steel Angel leaps into the air and bounces off the top rope. Steel Angel then lashes out and, using the steel cage wall as a springboard, Steel Angel pushes off the steel cage wall and executes a springboard moonsault leg drop, landing with both legs right across the upper chest and neck of Chad Mason
“THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP* “THAT WAS AWESOME!” *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
Rick-I don’t think we’ve ever seen anything like that move before!
Matt- Steel Angel used the steel cage wall as a springboard and just pushed right off of it! That was sick!
Steel Angel gets to his feet and pounds his chest, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. Steel Angel then turns and walks over to one of the steel cage walls and begins to climb
Rick- Now its Steel Angel’s turn to try and escape the cage
Matt- Let’s see if Steel Angel can get further than Chad Mason did!
Steel Angel slowly begins to climb the steel cage wall, inch by inch. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Jennifer Young is screaming at Chad Mason to get up while pointing frantically at Steel Angel. Inside the ring, Chad Mason continues to roll about in pain for a few moments before slowly getting up to his feet. Chad Mason sees Steel Angel climbing the steel cage wall and immediately sprints over to Steel Angel. As soon as he gets close enough, Chad Mason scales the ring ropes and wraps his arms around Steel Angel’s waist. Chad Mason then throws Steel Angel backwards, allowing himself to fall as well, executing a German suplex on Steel Angel that sends both men crashing off the steel cage wall and back into the ring
Rick- Chad Mason was able to stop Steel Angel from escaping this time!
Matt- But at what price?!
Both Chad Mason and Sa lay motionless in the center of the ring, each man clearly in pain. After a few moments, both Steel Angel and Chad Mason begin to crawl toward the ring ropes, utilizing the ropes to help themselves regain a vertical basis. Steel Angel and Chad Mason both meet once again in the middle of the ring and begin to exchange rights and lefts. After a flurry of even exchanges between the two men, Chad Mason begins to gain the advantage, eliciting a loud chorus of “boo’s” from the crowd.
Chad Mason manages to back Steel Angel up until Steel Angel’s back is against the ring ropes. Chad Mason then kicks Steel Angel in the gut, doubling Steel Angel over. Chad Mason then grabs Steel Angel’s arm and Irish whips Steel Angel across the ring. Steel Angel runs across the ring and hits the ropes on the far side. Steel Angel then comes running back towards Chad Mason. As soon as Steel Angel gets close enough, Chad Mason ducks down, once again looking to connect a back body drop. However at the last second, Steel Angel leaps into the air and lands on Chad Mason’s back. Before Steel Angel can get his legs set though, Chad Mason manages to grab Steel Angel’s ankles and position them on his shoulders. Chad Mason then stands up, spins around once, and then throws Steel Angel down to the canvas with a high angle double legged spinebuster
Rick- Well, Chad Mason failed with the back body drop attempt
Matt- But he got all of that spinebuster, that’s for damn sure
Chad Mason slowly begins to walk over to the door of the steel cage and looks over at Jennifer Young
Chad Mason Now! Get them now!
Jennifer Young nods her head and rushes over to the ring apron. Jennifer Young flips up the ring apron and begins to rummage around underneath the ring
Rick- What did Chad say?
Matt- I think he said “get them now.”
Rick- Get what now?
Matt- I have no idea!
After a moment or two of searching, Jennifer Young pulls out a pair of bolt cutters from underneath the ring
Rick- Bolt cutters!
Matt- Chad Mason playing all the angles here tonight!
Chad Mason makes it over to the door of the cage and begins to wave hurriedly at Jennifer Young from inside of the steel cage. Jennifer Young begins to rush over to the steel cage door but her path is suddenly blocked by the referee outside of the ring
Rick- Thank god, that official is barring Jennifer Young from assisting Chad!
Matt- But wait, what’s this?!
A fan wearing a retro Crimson Skull mask suddenly leaps over the security barricade and rushes over to the official and Jennifer Young. The man wearing the mask clubs the official in the back with a double axe handle, sending the official down to the ringside mats
Rick- What is this shit?!
Matt- RABID FAN ON THE LOOSE! HIDE YO KIDS! HIDE YO WIVES! THEY CLUBBIN’ ERRYBODY OUT HERE!
The fan reaches up and takes off the mask, revealing the smirking face of Marcus Silverstone
Rick- It’s Marcus Silverstone!
Matt- Chad’s personal bodyguard comes to the rescue!
Jennifer Young quickly maneuvers past Marcus Silverstone and walks up the ring steps and begins to attempt to cut the chain off of the door of the steel cage. Meanwhile, in the ring, Chad Mason is yelling encouragement to Jennifer Young to work faster, his back still to Steel Angel. Steel Angel slowly begins to get to his feet and realizes what is going on
Rick- Uh oh
Matt- Steel Angel is up and Chad Mason still has his back turned!
Steel Angel runs across the ring and over to where Chad Mason is yelling at Jennifer Young to work faster. As soon as he gets close enough, Steel Angel leaps into the air and bounces off of the second rope. Steel Angel rotates in mid-air and delivers a massive springboard dropkick that slams Chad Mason’s face and body against the steel cage door. As Chad Mason’s body hits the steel cage door, the force of the blow sends Jennifer Young toppling down to the ringside mats. Jennifer Young lets out a yelp of pain and immediately begins to clutch her ankle
Rick- Huge momentum changer by Steel Angel!
Matt- HE not only managed to thwart Chad Mason’s plan, but he also managed to, at least for now, take Jennifer Young out of the equation!
Steel Angel quickly gets to his feet and begins to stomp down on Chad Mason, who is sitting prone in the corner turnbuckle. Steel Angel grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle with both hands and places his foot on the lowest ring rope. Steel Angel then springs up into the air, pausing when he is fully vertical, before Steel Angel comes crashing down, driving both of his feet into the chest of Chad Mason
Rick- Beautiful move by Steel Angel!
Matt- Steel Angel is feeling it now, and that doesn’t bode well for Chad Mason!
Steel Angel gets to his feet, leans down, and drags Chad Mason up to a vertical basis. Steel Angel then Irish whips Chad Mason to the ring ropes. Chad Mason goes running across the ring and hits the ropes on the far side. As Chad Mason comes running back towards Steel Angel, as soon as he gets close enough, Chad Mason drops down, looking to hit a spear. However, Steel Angel manages to leap frog over Chad Mason and Chad Mason, who is unable to stop himself, goes crashing face first into the steel cage, busting himself open
Rick- Chad Mason is bleeding!
Matt- And Steel Angel seems to have the opening he needs to escape!
Steel Angel quickly sprints across the ring and leaps up into the air, landing nimbly on the steel cage wall. However, Marcus Silverstone acts fast. Marcus Silverstone quickly ducks under the ring and, after a moment of searching, pulls out a steel chair. Marcus Silverstone then quickly runs over to where Steel Angel is climbing the steel cage wall and swings the chair, crushing Steel Angel’s fingers
Rick- Chad Mason’s bodyguard making sure Steel Angel can’t climb the cage!
Matt- I guess Marcus is earning his paycheck this week!
Steel Angel drops down off the cage wall and screams at Marcus Silverstone. Meanwhile, the ref inside the ring, walks over to the steel cage wall and points at Marcus Silverstone before making the “heave-ho” motion, effectively throwing Marcus Silverstone out of the ringside area
Rick- Finally! Some justice is served!
Matt- Marcus Silverstone getting tossed out of the ringside area and sent to the back by the official in the ring!
Marcus Silverstone throws the chair down to the mats and screams back at the ref in the ring, but the ref in the ring continues to shake his head and once again motions for Marcus Silverstone to go to the back. Steel Angel looks at Marcus Silverstone and waves sarcastically
Steel Angel Bye, bye!
Marcus Silverstone tries to argue with the ref but the ref won’t budge. After a few more complaints Marcus Silverstone turns and walks over to Jennifer Young, who is still nursing her ankle. Marcus Silverstone leans down and scoops Jennifer Young up in his arms and carries her up the entrance ramp and backstage
Rick- The official doing a damn fine job keeping this title match in order!
Matt- And now it’s just Chad Mason and Steel Angel!
Steel Angel turns around and sees Chad Mason slowly getting to his feet, wiping blood from his eyes. Steel Angel runs over to Chad Mason and leaps into the air, looking to connect another spinning heel kick to the skull of Chad Mason. However, Chad Mason ducks under the kick at the last second, sending Steel Angel spinning into the steel cage wall. Steel Angel crashes and burns into the steel cage wall, bounces off, and topples down, landing awkwardly in the space between the steel cage wall and the ring ropes
Rick- Crash and burn for Steel Angel
Matt- And this match continues to roll on!
Chad Mason pulls himself to his feet and sees that Steel Angel is trapped between the steel cage wall and the bottom rope. Chad Mason sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes on the other side for momentum. Chad Mason then comes sprinting back at Steel Angel and, as soon as he gets close enough, Chad Mason dives down and delivers a baseball slide that crushes Steel Angel against the steel cage wall
Rick- Both men have effectively used the steel cage as a means of inflicting pain upon their opponent
Matt-Chad Mason sandwiching Steel Angel against the steel cage there with authority!
Chad Mason slowly pulls himself up to his feet and points up to the top of the cage. Chad Mason then turns and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and begins to climb the steel cage wall
Rick- Chad Mason motioning that he’s ready to end this match
Matt- Let’s see if Chad Mason can call his shot like Babe Ruth!
Slowly, hand over hand, Chad Mason begins to climb up the steel cage. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Steel Angel begins to stir. Steel Angel manages to get to his feet and turns his attention towards Chad Mason, who has made it about halfway up the steel cage wall. Steel Angel quickly turns and begins to climb the steel cage wall as well
Rick- It’s a race to the top of the steel cage!
Matt- This is going to get real messy, real quick!
Chad Mason manages to make it to the top of the steel cage first. However, Steel Angel is only a few seconds behind Chad Mason. Both men pull themselves up to a vertical basis, balancing as best they can on the thin pipes and steel that make up the top portion of the steel cage’s wall. Steel Angel navigates carefully over to Chad Mason and the two men begin to trade punches on the top of the steel cage wall
Rick- Holy shit…
Matt- I got a feeling this is only going to get worse from here!
Steel Angel and Chad Mason both continue to trade blows, however after a few moments, Steel Angel begins to gain the advantage. Steel Angel continues to punch Chad Mason, sending Chad Mason stumbling backwards. Suddenly, Steel Angel lashes out and catches Chad Mason in the gut with a big boot. Steel Angel then grabs Chad Mason and picks Chad Mason up in the military press position, facing the inside of the ring
Rick- No fucking way…
Matt- Divine Cutter FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE?!
Chad Mason kicks and wriggles madly until he manages to slide out of the military press position and land on his feet on the top of the steel cage. Steel Angel turns…just as Chad Mason lunges forward and connects a spear. The force of the spear sends Steel Angel backwards, crashing into the steel wiring that was used to lower the steel cage Chad Mason manages to land on his stomach and grab onto the top of the cage…however, Steel Angel gets rammed back first into the wiring and then plummets from the top of the steel cage back into the ring
“THAT WAS AWESOME!” “HOLY SHIT!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!” “HOLY SHIT!” “THAT WAS AWESOME!” “HOLY SHIT!”
Rick- GOOD GOD IN HEAVEN! STEEL ANGEL MIGHT BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Matt- HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT! THAT WAS UNBELIEVABLE!
Chad Mason looks down at Steel Angel, who is lying motionless in the center of the ring. Chad Mason slowly swings his leg over the top of the steel cage wall and carefully navigates his way down to the ground outside of the steel cage. The ref immediately calls for the bell
[Ding, Ding, Ding!]
Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…AND NEW IWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…Chad Mason!
The referee outside of the ring leans down and helps Chad Mason to his feet. Marcus Silverstone and the rest of Natural Law come down the entrance ramp and pick Chad Mason up on their shoulders
Rick- This is incredible, Natural Law has managed to not only secure the IWF Queen of Wrestling Championship…but also the IWF World Heavyweight Championship as well!
Matt- You know what’s even more impressive than that?
Rick- What?
Matt- CHAD MASON JUST BECAME THE IWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
The camera zooms in on Chad Mason, who is being carried to the backstage area on the shoulders of the members of Natural Law, for a moment before fading to commercial
Heather Thompson - The following is the Path to Valhalla match, where the winner will compete against an opponent of their choosing in the main event of From the Ashes! Here are the rules: Two men will start in the ring, and then two more will enter, each at one minute intervals. Four competitors will be in the ring at any given time, with a new one entering immediately when one is eliminated. Eliminations occur by pinfall or submission. There will be no countouts, no disqualifications, and falls count anywhere.
Undead by Hollywood Undead plays over the PA and the Music continues to play after the fourth UNDEAD lays and the verse begins Desomd steps out from behind the curtain and stands on the Stage. He lowers his head and places a fist on his heart, after a few seconds he begins his walk down the ramp slowly looking around at the fans then at the announcer as his name and location is called. he walks over to the steps and enters the ring from the second and first ropes. and awaits his next opponent.
Heather Thompson - Introducing entrant number one…from San Antonio, Texas, weighing 220 pounds…DESMOND MILES!
Rick - Statistically speaking, one of the worst numbers to enter.
Matt - The earlier you enter, the more people you’ll have to go through in order to get the coveted prize. And this year, we have ten additional competitors!
The sound of a gunshot is heard as the beginning part of That Handsome Devil's "Rob the Prez-O-Dent play on the loud speakers.
"A four score and seven beers ago hehheh."
As the music picks up, Duke Dice enters the arena wearing his trademark fedora hat and athlete gear. He enters the ring in a cheerful manner before removing his black jacket and hat and hands them to the reff who takes them away. He then stands in the ring waiting for his match.
Heather Thompson - And the entrant who drew the second entry…from San Diego, California, weighing 215 pounds…DUKE DICE!!
Rick - You mentioned last year’s Valhalla match, which some might say was easier than this year’s. Only twenty competitors, and it was a gauntlet match: A series on one-on-one matches.
Matt - This year, you have more people involved. Three other men in the ring with you for you to keep your eye on at all times.
Rick - Easier said than done.
The referee looks to the men, then rings the bell.
Winner Main Events From the Ashes Path to Valhalla Match
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Rick - And here we go!
Duke Dice and Desmond Miles circle each other in the ring. Duke charges, but Desmond manages to sidestep him, and take him to the mat with a quick hiptoss. Duke rolls with it, getting right back to his feet. He turns around to catch an elbow to the face by Desmond Miles. Duke stumbles backwards, leaning against the ropes to keep his footing. He slides out of the ring, moving for the timekeeper’s booth.
Matt - What is this guy doing?
Desmond follows Duke out of the ring. Duke snatches his jacket, and throws it at Desmond, covering Desmond’s head with it. Desmond tears the coat off his head, only to be clubbed in the head with a pair of oversized dice attached to a chain. Duke swings his dice again, cracking Desmond across the head. Matt - That’s the weirdest looking weapon I’ve ever seen.
Rick - Stupid, but effective.
The fans look to the jumbotron, where the countdown timer is almost at zero.
Rick - And it’s been a minute. Time to see our next competitor.
Heather Thompson - Introducing the third entrant…KID JUSTICE!
Kid Justice charges down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He races across the ring, leaping to the top rope before springboarding to the outside. Duke swings his dice again, clubbing Kid in midair. Kid falls to the ground, holding his head. Duke moves towards Desmond, lifting him to his feet. Desmond drives his shoulder into Duke's gut, carrying him to the announcer's table, and smashing him into it. Duke clutches his back as he falls to the ground. Desmond begins stomping out Duke, the rushes to Kid, stomping him as well.
Rick - So far, it's been a solid battle between these men.
Matt - Duke was dealing some big-time damage with those comically oversized dice...but now that those are out of the way, Desmond and Kid can get some much-wanted revenge.
Rick - That is, if Kid can hit a move...
The crowd begins counting down to the fourth entrant.
"FIVE!" "FOUR!" "THREE!" "TWO!" "ONE!"
Heather Thompson - The fourth entrant in the Path to Valhalla match...RYAN APOLLOS!
Rick - Oh shit!
Apollos charges down the ramp, circling the ring, and heading straight towards Desmond. He throws a vicious clothesline that causes Desmond to do a backflip before landing facefirst on the ground. Apollos turns towards Duke, running and delivering a vicious kick to his ribs, keeping Miles down. Apollos races over to Kid Justice. He lifts Kid partly to his knees, then hooks the head and spikes Kid straight into the floor.
Matt - That's solid concrete under those mats! A move there hurts way more than in the ring itself.
Rick - Considering the nature of his battle earlier tonight against Marcus Silverstone, it's amazing Ryan Apollos can even move without hurting, let alone fight!
Apollos lifts Kid Justice to his feet. He holds Kid across his chest, then twirls him before driving his head into the arena floor a second time.
Rick - Big Silencer to Justice!
Apollos plants his boot on Kid's chest. The referee counts.
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Heather Thompson - Kid Justice has been eliminated.
Apollos turns to see Duke Dice and Desmond Miles starting to stand. He races to Desmond and leaps in the air, driving his foot into the side of Desmond's head.
Rick - Eradicator!
Apollos leaps up again, delivering a second kick to the skull of Duke Dice. Matt - Another one!
Apollos falls onto his hands and feet in pushup position. He plants a hand on each of the men's chests, doing pushups as the referee counts.
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Heather Thompson - Duke Dice and Desmond Miles have been eliminated.
Apollos hops to his feet and roars to the crowd, who cheer.
Rick - Apollos is fucking shit up!
Matt - You just said that. I MUST be high.
Apollos slides into the ring, pacing, staring at the entrance ramp.
Rick - Four men in the ring at one time, with new ones constantly coming in to replace those eliminated.
Matt - Apollos eliminated three men within seconds of each other. He's eliminating competitors faster than we can send them out!
Heather Thompson - Introducing the next three opponents...Cognac Black, Darren Spanos, and Alison Williams!
The two men head down the ramp, staring at Apollos. They stop at the base of the ramp, staring up at the ring, where Ryan waits. Alison slowly walks onto the stage, watching the action. Apollos taunts the two men to get into the ring. Darren and Cognac look at each other, then to Apollos, and slide into the ring. Immediately, Apollos kicks Cognac in the face with yet another Eradicator.
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Darren pulls Apollos off Cognac.
Matt - Last week, Darren was blindsided by Natural Law and unceremoniously booted out...and these two men were brutalized together. Looks like their bad experience has led to a temporary alliance.
Apollos stares at Darren. Darren throws a punch, but Apollos catches Darren's arm, and twists it behind his back in a chickenwing. He shoves Darren towards the ropes. Darren bounces off, and Ryan drives his elbow to the back of Darren's head. Darren stumbles forward. Apollos jumps up, dropkicking Darren to the back. Darren tumbles between the ropes, out of the ring. Apollos turns back to Cognac, and hooks the leg.
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Heather Thompson - Cognac Black has been eliminated. Taking his place will be...The Jackyl!
The Jackyl steps out from behind the curtain, smoking a cigar and holding his signature tire iron. He eyes Alison on the stage for a moment. Alison carefully backs away. Jackyl slowly turns, walking down the ramp.
Rick - Newcomer to IWF, The Jackyl.
Matt - Don't know much about the guy...but can you imagine if you won your debut match in the Path to Valhalla? First match here, and you get an opportunity to main event the biggest show on earth!
Darren slowly gets to his feet outside the ring. He approaches the Jackyl, who waits until Darren gets within arm's reach. Darren throws a big kick. Jackyl deflects the shot with the tire iron, causing Darren to kick the metal. Darren steps back, groaning as he cradles his hurt foot. Jackyl swings the tire iron into Darren's gut, then again across his back. Darren struggles to stand. Jackyl takes the cigar out of his mouth, and digs it into Darren's back, leaving a burn in Darren's shoulder. Jackyl takes the tire iron one more time, and drives it into the back of Darren's leg, taking him down. Jackyl takes a seat on Darren, and blows a ring of smoke as the referee counts. -1-
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Heather Thompson - Darren Spanos has been eliminated.
KAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Jason Hawk steps out onto the ramp, posing for the crowd. He looks over at the stage, where Alison gets to her feet.
Rick - Hawk was the first eliminated in the Full Throttle title match earlier tonight. Let's see if he fares better in the Valhalla match.
Matt - He's going to win the whole thing! GO JASON!
Jason opens his arms and Alison smiles widely. Alison runs and jumps into Jason's. Jason trips though and Alison lands chest first on Jason's face.
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Heather Thompson - Jason Hawk has been eliminated.
Rick - I feel like I've seen this before...
Matt - WHAT THE FUCK, HAWK.
Apollos runs up behind Alison., and quickly flips her onto her back.
Rick - Familiar territory.
Apollos lifts Alison, preparing for the Silencer. Alison screams. Apollos sighs and rolls his eyes before resting Alison on the ground, and covering her. -1-
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Heather Thompson - Alison Williams has been eliminated.
Matt - Alison really didn't want to get hurt I guess...
Rick - When was the last time Alison competed in a match, anyway?
Matt - I think she was New Blood Champion.
Heather Thompson - Introducing the next two participants...
Beno and Ashten Cross walk out from the back, each holding a steel chair.
Rick - Random entries my ass!
Matt - Two members of Natural Law, entering back to back? I CALL SHENANIGANS!
Beno and Ashten race down the ramp and immediately begin fighting Jackyl. Jackyl swings his tire iron at Beno, who manages to block it with his chair. The tire iron leaves a sizeable dent in the seat of the chair. Beno tosses aside the chair, tackling Jackyl head on. Ashten crushes his chair into Jackyl's back. Apollos charges for the ropes, diving towards Beno and Ashten. Ashten gets his chair in the way, and Apollos dives headfirst into it., rolling to the ground. Beno lifts Jackyl to his feet, only to get a vicious elbow to the gut. Jackyl throws Beno to the crowd barricase, then turns his attention to Ashten. He clubs Cross in the back of the head with the tire iron, then pulls him in. He lifts Ashten in a suplex position before driving him headfirst into the floor.
Matt - Sick move! Onto the concrete!
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Heather Thompson - Ashten Cross has been eliminated. He will be replaced by....KING BRUCEY!
King Brucey walks out from behind the curtain. He trips on the stage, and falls on his face before he begins rolling down the ramp. He comes to a stop at the feet of Jackyl, and struggles to roll onto his stomach to get to his feet. Jackyl stares at him for a moment, then shrugs, and pins him.
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Heather Thompson - ....King Brucey is eliminated. The next opponent is Bobby Marshall.
Bobby Marshall walks out and takes a moment to pause on the ramp. He makes his way down the ramp, and immediately targets Beno. Beno shoves Bobby away, then takes him down with a sick clothesline. Jackyl moves towards Ryan, who shoves his away as he approaches. Jackyl kicks Ryan to the gut, and lifts him in a suplex position.
Rick - He's looking for that sick move yet again.
Matt -He calls it Death Row...and if he can hit Ryan with it on the concrete floor, that just might be the death of Apollos!
Ryan knees Jackyl to the face a few times, and drops down in front of him. He rolls into the ring, trying to catch his breath. Bobby grabs Beno, trying to lift him. Beno instead hooks Bobby's arms, and throws him over his shoulders with a belly to belly suplex. Jackyl capitalizes, grabbing Beno, then lifts him, once again pulling him in for the Death Row.
Matt - He couldn't hit Ryan, he's going to take it out on Beno instead!
Jackyl looks up at Ryan as he lifts Beno. He drives Beno into the mat, and hooks the leg, never taking his eyes off Apollos.
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Heather Thompson - Beno has been eliminated. He will be replaced by...
Unleash the warrior within Rick - Whoa!
Heather Thompson - STEEL ANGEL!!!
Steel charges down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He immediately begins trading blows with Ryan, driving him towards the ropes. He throws Ryan to the opposite side, but Ryan bounces back with a huge clothesline that takes Steel down. Steel quickly gets to his feet, looking at Ryan. The two circle each other in the ring. Jackyl grabs his tire iron, then slides into the ring, looking at the two men. He swings it at Apollos, who barely manages to jump back, avoiding the shot. Jackyl quickly swings it the other direction, and manages to hit Steel, who stumbles backwards. Jackyl and Steel tie up. Jackal forces Steel into the corner, and begind stomping Steel into the turnbuckles. Apollos comes up behind Jackyl, and drives his forearm into Jackyl's back. He turns Jackyl around, and throws a hard punch to his face. Jackyl shoves Ryan away, then charges after him. Apollos manages to catch Jackyl, taking him to the mat with a huge spinebuster.
Rick - Apollos has been performing extremely well all match!
Matt - The fourth entrant into Valhalla...Steel was the fourteenth, and Apollos is still going strong!
Apollos stands, dropping an elbow across Jackyl's chest. He quickly stands, measuring Jackyl before dropping another one. Ryan scrambles to his feet, and takes a few steps back. He runs forward, leaping in the air for the final elbow. It connects, and Jackyl rolls on the mat, clutching his chest. Apollos goes for the pin. -1-
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Jackyl kicks out.
Matt - Jackyl isn't quite done yet. This is his first match in IWF, and he's got four eliminations so far.
Jackyl reaches desperately for his tire iron. he manages to grab it, but Apollos plants his foot down on it, preventing Jackyl from getting it. He kicks Jackyl to the ribs, then snatches the tire iron himself. He brings it crashing down into Jackyl's ribs, then again, right across the sternum. Jackyl begins coughing, clutching his chest.
Rick - Ryan has targeted the chest of Jackyl, and its showing. Jackyl seems to be having trouble breathing.
Matt - Might be the wear of all these shots to the chest, or it might just be bad smoker's lungs.
Apollos steps back, slapping his knee, stomping on the mat.
Rick - I think Apollos is thinking of another Eradicator...
Matt - If he hits that, Jackyl might be done.
Jackyl slowly pushes himself onto one knee. He shakes the pain out of his head and coughs a few more times, groaning as he holds his hand over his chest. He stands. Apollos runs forward, driving his foot straight into Jackyl's chest. Jackyl collapses on the ground, and Apollos pins him.
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Heather Thompson - The Jackyl has been eliminated.
Rick - Respectable performance for this guy's debut match. Four eliminations, and showed strong against Apollos. Nothing to be ashamed of.
Matt - But Apollos somehow manages to pick up his SIXTH elimination with that! He's unstoppable!
Rick - Remember, ladies and gentlemen, that last year, Corey Casey set the bar high with eight eliminations. Apollos is coming up fast on that number.
Heather Thompson - Introducing the fifteenth entrant...MEGAN O'DAY!
Megan cautiously steps out onto the stage. Bobby smirks, moving up the ramp.
Matt - I think we're reminded all too well of the damage Bobby has inflicted on his sisters in the past.
Rick - Bobby deems his sisters failures...and that's why he's disowned the O'Day name, and taken on the name of Marshall.
Steel races to the ropes and dives out of the ring, tackling Bobby from the side. Apollos slides out of the ring, and goes with Steel, stomping Bobby out. The two men lift Bobby to his feet and over their heads. THey carry him to the crowd barricade and drop him across it. Bobby clutches his ribs, rolling to the mat. Megan approaches, and stomps Bobby a few times. She backs up, pointing to Steel and Apollos. Steel lifts Bobby over his head in a military press, then brings him down hard with a Divine Cutter. He backs away, and points to Apollos, who hooks the leg.
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Heather Thompson - Bobby Marshall has been eliminated. Introducing next...
Classical music begins to play. William Darlington walks to the ring, holding a cricket bat.
Heather Thompson - WILLIAM DARLINGTON!
Rick - Why is this guy back?
Apollos heads up the ramp to fight Darlington. Darlington manages to get off a kick, hitting Apollos in the gut. William swings his cricket bat up, smacking Apollos in the jaw with it, and knocking him to the ground. He looks at Megan, who backs away slowly.
Rick - Rumors flew that Megan and William were an item back in the early days of IWF.
Matt - Rumors are not that Megan has been getting cozy with Chuck Matthews.
William swings the bat, clipping Megan's leg. Megan crumples to the ground, cradling her knee. She kneels, holding her leg, groaning in pain. William gently touches the bat on each of her shoulders.
Matt - Oh come on, don't...
William cracks the bat across Megan's skull. She falls to the ground and doesn't move. Rick - The Coronation...
William pins her.
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Heather Thompson - Megan O'Day has been eliminated. Introducing next...CRIMSON SKULL!
Crimson Skull walks out from behind the curtain. Apollos slowly gets to his feet, and Skull rushes down, punt kicking him to the ribs. Darlington turns to Steel, who is back in the ring. William digs under the ring, and pulls out a table. He sets it up, just outside the ring, then slides into the ring, and the two begin trading blows. Skull stalks Ryan, who slowly stumbles down the ramp.
Rick - Fatigue setting in on Apollos here.
Matt - He was the fourth entrant in this match. He's the only guy in the ring right now to have a single-digit entry number. He's fighting hard.
Darlington DDT's Steel, and goes for a cover.
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Steel forces his shoulder up almost immediately. He gets to his feet and throws William to the ropes. He leaps in the air, catching William on the rebound and taking him down with a hurricanrana. William stumbles, and falls onto the second rope. Steel measures William, then runs, stepping on William's back, and vaulting himself over the top rope. He lands on William's shoulders on the other side of the ropes, and uses him to springboard off, taking Crimson Skull down with a crossbody on the outside.
Rick - What a move!
Steel covers Skull.
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Skull manages to get a shoulder up. Steel turns his attention back to Darlington. He hits William with an uppercut, sending William off the rope back into the ring. Steel slides into the ring, and pins.
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William manages to kick out. Steel shakes his head, moving to the corner. William slowly gets to his feet. Steel leaps off the top rope, planting his feet on William's chest and sending Darlington tumbling with a missile dropkick. Steel grabs William's cricket bat.
Matt - Steel has some evil intentions here.
William slowly stands, and turns around to face Steel. Steel swings the bat, and the bat cracks in two upon colliding with William's head.
Rick - Holy shit, that was a tough blow.
Matt - That's a concussion for sure.
Steel pins William.
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Heather Thompson - William Darlington has been eliminated. Introducing next...TOM SYKES!
The loud revving of a motorcycle is heard. Skull and Apollos stop their brawl on the ramp and look to the stage. Tom Sykes rides out onto the stage with a dirtbike. He revs the engine a few times, and the tires squeal as he zips down the ramp. Apollos and Skull just manage to dive out of the way as Tom barrels down towards the ring. He brakes at the last possible moment, and enters the ring, staring at Steel.
Matt - Going straight for the former IWF Champion! I like it!
Rick - Steel has to be frustrated right now after losing to Chad Mason. He'll surely be using that as motivation to win this match.
Tom runs forward, and ties up with Steel. He pulls Steel in for a side headlock. Steel shoves him away. Tom turns around into a hiptoss from Steel. Steel backs to the ropes. He leaps to the top and jumps off, backflipping and landing a moonsault on Tom. He goes for a quick cover.
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Tom kicks out. Matt - Tom isn't going down so easily.
Tom gets to his feet. Steel moves closer, and Tom drives his fist up between Steel's legs. Steel keels over, and Tom quickly rolls him up in a pin.
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Steel just manages to kick out. Outside the ring, Apollos and Skull continue to fight. Skull drives his boot into Apollos's face, taking Apollos to the ground. He lifts Ryan onto his shoulder, then drives him spine-first into the ring post, then slams him down onto the concrete.
Matt - Shit!
Skull goes for the cover.
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Ryan just manages to kick out.
Rick - How is he still going?!
Ryan slowly stands. Skull lifts Ryan to his feet. He throws Ryan towards the ring post, but Ryan manages to keep his ground. He reverse the throw, instead throwing Skull to the steps. Skull collides with them, sending the steps flying. Apollos makes his way over, and lifts the steel steps. Skull gets to his feet, only to get blasted in the face by the stairs. He falls back to the ground, his forehead bleeding profusely.
Matt - Ryan taking the fight to Skull!
Ryan tosses the steps aside, and drags Skull to the lower half of the stairs. He plants Crimson's arm on the steps, and stomps down hard on it. Skull cries out, holding his arm in pain. Ryan grabs Skull's ankle, and repeates the process, stomping it into the steps. Skull yells, holding his leg. Apollos looks around.
Rick - What is he thinking?
Apollos eyes Tom's bike, and grins.
Matt - He wouldn't.
Apollos moves towards the bike and revs the engine. Skull tries to get to his feet, but his ankle gives way, and he collapses back to the ground. Apollos inches closer to Skull, the bike tire coming closer and closer to Skull's ankle. Apollos hops off the bike.
Rick - Oh, good.
Apollos grabs Skull's ankle, wedging it between the spokes of the bike. Ryan grins sadistically, then fires up the bike, which immediately catches Skull's ankle between the spokes and the frame. Skull screams in pain, trying to pull his ankle free. Apollos hops off the bike, which falls over, twisting Skull's ankle horribly. Skull manages to tear his leg free, groaning in pain. Apollos stomps on the injured ankle again, then grabs it, flipping Skull over and applying an ankle lock. Skull frantically taps out.
Heather Thompson - Crimson Skull has been eliminated. Introducing next...
JOHNNY ALWAYS WORE BLACK
Johnny Styles walks out onto the stage, and gives Skull a cocky salute as he walks down the ramp. EMT's run past SBK, helping Skull to his feet. Skull glares at SBK, and tries to shove the medical personnel away to get to him. His ankle gives way almost immediately, and Skull crumples back to the ground. He reaches for SBK, trying to reach him. SBK smirks, and sends a hard kick to Skull's face.
Matt - Skull has been seeking vengeance against Styles for ages...now he had the perfect opportunity, and is too hurt to do any damage.
Styles hits the ring, and looks at Tom and Steel. Steel charges Styles, taking him down with a spinning wheel kick. Tom stomps on SBK's arm, and quickly applies an armbar. Styles rolls with it, getting to his feet before Tom can get the hold locked in. Sykes delivers a kick to the back of Styles' leg. Styles counters with a forearm shot to TOm's head. Johnny pulls Tom in, and drops him with a scoop slam. He goes for a cover.
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Tom kicks out. Apollos slides into the ring, kicking Johnny away from Tom.
Rick - And Apollos getting right back into the fray!
Matt - This guy won't fucking quit!
Steel races, and grabs Apollos's head, taking him to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. He hooks Ryan's leg.
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Ryan gets his shoulder up.
Rick - These guys all wanting to get a pin here.
Matt - The match doesn't continue until one of these four men are pinned. And there are still eleven men and women waiting in the back!
Steel looks to drop Styles with a DDT. Johnny lifts Steel up, though, reversing it with a suplex. He bridges, pinning Steel to the mat. -1-
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Steel kicks out.
Matt - It's in their best interest to eliminate quickly. The quicker they can take out their opponents, the more energy they'll have to fight the later opponents.
Rick - Except for Ryan. He's been in since practically the beginning of the match!
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Ryan kicks out.
Matt - I don't envy the referees in this match.
Rick - So much action to keep an eye on, and so much riding on this match!
Tom slowly gets to his feet, shaking his head. He keeps an eye on Apollos, retreating to the corner. Tom climbs to the top rope, measuring Ryan. He leaps off, looking for a flying headbutt. Steel leaps out of nowhere, catching Tom by the head and taking him down with a Divine Cutter. He rolls Tom over and hooks the leg.
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Heather Thompson - Tom Sykes has been eliminated.
Rick - He did well, but tonight was not Tom's night.
Heather Thompson - Introducing the next entrant...HOSTYLE JONES!
Hostyle walks out onto the stage, shaking himself out and slapping himself in the head.
Rick - Hostyle looks fired up.
Matt - He lost earlier tonight in controversial fashion...now he's looking to redeem his loss here in the Path to Valhalla match!
Styles stares down at Hostyle as he makes his way down the ramp. Apollos points to the corner, and Steel climbs to the top rope.
Rick - Ryan and Steel have had some sort of shaky alliance going...I think it's about to pay off once again.
Ryan grabs Styles' shoulder, and quickly drills Styles' head into the mat with a Silencer. Almost immediately, Steel leaps off the top rope, doing a double flip before landing across Styles body with a legdrop. Steel hooks Johnny's leg.
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SBK just manages to kick out.
Rick - These guys are brutalizing each other. Styles slowly gets to his feet. The moment he regains a standing position, Apollos leaps up, kicking Styles in the head.
Rick - Eradicator out of nowhere!
SBK stumbles, but manages to keep his footing. Steel runs to the ropes, leaping off the second rope and soaring towards SBK. At the last moment, he grabs Johnny's head, and spikes it into the canvass with a complete shot. He quickly pins again.
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Heather Thompson - Johnny Styles has been eliminated. Making his way to the ring next...SPITTA ANDRETTI!
Hostyle turns at the bottom of the ramp, looking up for Spitta. Spitta hops over the crowd barricade, sliding into the ring behind Steel. He charges for Steel. Ryan dives in the way, kicking Spitta to the side of the head. Spitta falls to the mat, and Ryan quickly pins.
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Heather Thompson - Spitta Andretti has been eliminated. Introducing next...ANNA STONE!
Rick - Anna lost in what many called an upset victory for Ruby Winters...but the fact remains, Anna lost the Queen of Wrestling Championship, and now is in the Valhalla match to try and take the main event spot at FTA.
Matt - Could you imagine? Anna against Chad at From the Ashes?
Rick - Anna does not even need to take an IWF Championship match. We could see the epic rematch between Anna Stone and Ruby Winters at the event!
Anna runs down the ramp towards Hostyle. Hostyle lowers his shoulder at the last second, flipping Anna over it. Anna manages to fully flip, landing on her feet on the ring apron.
Matt - Great athleticism by Anna.
Hostyle grabs Anna's ankles and yanks her off the apron. Anna smacks her face against the apron as she falls, and holds her nose.
Matt - Hostyle might have wrecked that pretty face of hers.
Rick - I don't think he cares.
In the ring, Steel measures Anna and Hostyle, ready for a high risk move. He climbs to the top rope, staring down at them. Without warning, Ryan races, leaping up to the top rope behind him, trying to slam him off. Steel reacts quickly, elbowing Apollos to the face, and sending him crashing back to the mat. Apollos scrambles to his feet, and charges, leaping right back up to the top rope. Steel drives a knee into Apollos's gut, then lifts him in a powerbomb position. He leaps off the top rope, performing a double flip, and slamming Ryan down hard on the outside, straight through a table. "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" "HOLY SHIT!" Rick - Holy shit is right!
Matt - Final Judgment to the outside of the ring! Straight through the table!
Rick - William Darlington set that table up earlier in the match...and now it's been destroyed completely!
Steel struggles to move, but throws his arm across Ryan's chest. -1-
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Heather Thompson - Ryan Apollos has been eliminated!
The crowd cheers wildly as Ryan crawls to the barricade, using it to get to his feet.
Rick - Big ovation for Ryan's performance here tonight.
Matt - He managed to break the record for most eliminations in a single Valhalla match. Nine men, pinned or submit by that man here tonight.
Ian slowly walks out onto the ramp, holding his own cricket bat. Rick - Great...another of the old Brit Brigade.
Hostyle sends a hard kick to Anna, sending her to the ground. He moves towards Steel, still lying in the wreck of the table. He lifts Steel, rolling him into the ring. Hostyle gets in the ring, staring at Steel. He grabs Steel by the arms, wrapping them around Steel's neck, choking him out.
Matt - Straight Jacket locked in!
Ian slides into the ring, and Hostyle immediately releases the hold. Ian swings the bat, and Hostyle ducks it. He kicks Ian's legs out from beneath him, and tears the bat out of his hands. He cracks the bat across Ian's head, then goes for a pin.
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Heather Thompson - Ian Blackwing has been eliminated. Introducing next...ROSALIE KNIGHT!
Rosa makes a beeline for the ring.
Rick - Rosa looks fired up!
Rosalie immediately begins trading punches with Anna. In the ring, Steel gets to his feet, only to be clotheslined back to the mat by Hostyle. Hostyle drags Steel to the corner, wrapping his leg around the ring post. Hostyle twists Steel's leg around the post, contorting his knee. Steel tries to escape. Hostyle grabs a chair from under the ring apron, and moved back to the ring post. He swings the chair, crushing Steel's knee into the ring post. Steel cries out. Hostyle smashes the chair into his leg again. Steel tries to pull his leg free, but Hostyle pulls it, wrapping around the post even more, and adding more tension to Steel's knee. Finally, Hostyle releases Steel's leg, and Steel pulls it back, struggling to move it. He tries to stand, using the ropes for leverage.
Rick - Hostyle took out the vertical base of Steel. He knows Steel is grounded without the use of his legs.
On the outside, Rosa lifts Anna to her feet, and throws Anna's arm around her neck. Rosa looks around at the crowd, then hits a snap suplex on Anna, slamming Anna into the steel ring steps. Both women lie motionless on the steps.
Matt - Damn! Rick - Those two have been going back and forth...but it looks like Rosa just took both of them out!
Rosa is the first to move, throwing her arm across Anna's chest.
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Anna gets her shoulder up. Anna moves, and tries for a pin on Rosa.
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Rosa breaks the pin. She slowly gets to her feet, and pulls Anna up. She throws Anna towards the crowd barricade. Anna slumps against it. Rosa charges, clotheslining Anna over the top, into the crowd. Rosa is the first to her feet, and sends a hard kick to Anna's ribs. She lifts Anna, holding her in place with a headlock. She yells for the people in the front few rows to move. Rosa lifts Anna onto her shoulders and moves forward, powerslamming Anna into the chairs in the crowd. Anna rolls to the floor, and Rosa drops for a pin. -1-
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Anna kicks out. Rosa takes a deep breath.
Rick - Anna had a rough match earlier tonight, but Rosa is fresh. You have to wonder when frustration starts to set in.
Matt - Ruby threw everything and the kitchen sink at Anna in order to beat her...Rosa will have to pull out the same if she wants to take Anna out.
In the ring, Steel throws a desperation kick with his good leg, and it just manages to hit Hostyle in the head. Hostyle stumbles back a few steps. Steel tries to retain his footing. He limps towards Hostyle and hooks the head. Hostyle lifts Steel, looking for a suplex. Steel adjusts his weight, and brings Hostyle's head into the mat with a swinging DDT. Rick - Steel is still fighting. You have to admire the heart in this guy.
Matt - He fought nail and tooth for his taste of IWF Championship gold. Now that he's lost it, he's determined to get another shot, no matter the cost.
Steel lifts Hostyle to his feet. He tries to lift Hostyle in the military press. His knee gives out, and Hostyle falls behind him. Hostyle spins Steel around, lifting him in a suplex before drilling him headfirst into the mat.
Rick - That looked just like the move Jackyl used earlier.
Matt - Hostyle calls it the Thanatron. That has to be it for Steel.
Hostyle drops, and hooks the leg. -1-
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Heather Thompson - Steel Angel has been eliminated. Introducing entrant number twenty-six...JACKKY DANE! Rick - Oh, here we go...
Jackky runs down the ramp. In the crowd, Anna hits a desperation punch that rocks Rosa. Anna races forward, tackling Rosa, and sending the two women crashing through the crowd barricade right in front of Jackky Dane. Jackky falls over the women, faceplanting on the ramp. Anna tries for a pin on Rosa.
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Rosa manages to kick out. Rosa gets to her feet. Anna throws a punch, but Rosa catches her arm, and takes her down with a hiptoss on the barricade. Jackky moves up behind Rosa and low blows her. Rosa looks down at Jackky's hand between her legs.
Rick - Did Jackky think that would work?
Matt - I...really don't know.
Rosa plants her foot on Jackky's face, and pushes him back. Jackky scrambles away from Rosa and into the ring. He gets up, looking over the ropes at Rosa, and sticking his tongue out. He turns around into a wicked clothesline from Hostyle that turns Dane inside out. Rosa slides into the ring. Hostyle laughs, and backs off, motioning to Jackky. Jackky tries to crawl away, but Hostyle steps in front of him, and Jackky bumps into him. He tries crawling the other way, only to bump into Rosa. Jackky stands at his full height, and wails at Rosa.
Jackky Dane DON'T FUCK ME UP!
He jabs his finger at Rosa's chest. Rosa grabs Jackky's finger, bending it backwards. Jackky screams wildly.
Rick - Hey! She's using my old move! GO ROSIE!
Matt - DEADLY ROSA FINGER HOLD!
Jackky Dane screams and taps out.
Heather Thompson - Jackky Dane is eliminated. Introducing next...TED ANDERSON!
Ted runs down the ramp to help Jackky. He is greeted with a kick to the balls by Anna halfway down the ramp. Anna quickly drops him with a scissors kick, and pins him.
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Heather Thompson - Ted Anderson is eliminated. Entrant number twenty-seven is...Claude Olso!
Claude walks down the ramp. He races past Anna before she can react, and slides into the ring. Rosa takes him down with a superkick. She retreats to the corner, and climbs to the top rope. Hostyle quickly grabs Claude's arms, and locks in the Straight Jacket. Claude taps frantically.
Heather Thompson - Claude Olso is eliminated...Introducing next...Loca Rocsi!
Loca makes a beeline for the ring, towards Anna. Rosa leaps from the top rope with a Knightfall.
"OHHH!"
Rick - Shit...
The three women go down, crashing into the broken piece of the crowd barrier. Rosa manages to take Anna and Loca down, but lands awkwardly on the back of her neck. She lies across the ramp, not moving.
Matt - That looked bad...
The referee kneels next to Rosa, talking to her. He waves to the back, holding his arms in an X above his head. Medical personnel rush to ringside. On the titantron, a replay shows, depicting Rosa leaping from the top rope and coming crashing down onto the steel, her neck twisting as she hits the ground. EMT's carefully try and lift Rosa to get her onto a stretcher. Rosa slowly stirs, and the crowd cheers. Rosa twitches, and slowly crawls towards Loca. Anna, who had made a motion to pin Loca, moves aside, letting Rosa take the point. Rosa collapses, barely managing to get an arm across Loca's chest.
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Heather Thompson - Loca Rocsi has been eliminated. I am being told by the referee that Rosa is being pulled from this match. Therefore, introducing the final two contestants in the Path to Valhalla...Justin Underwood and Jay Halcomb!
Justin and Jay walk out from behind the curtain as the EMT's get Rosa onto the stretcher. The crowd cheers as Rosa is wheeled up the ramp. At the top of the ramp, she faintly manages to raise a hand in the air, eliciting even louder applause from the crowd.
Matt - You can be the biggest asshole in the company, or the biggest hero...these people will always respect someone who puts the audience's entertainment before their own well-being. Rosa did just that tonight.
Rick - She gave up her chance at becoming the winner of the Path to Valhalla, but damn it did she take the warrior's death here tonight.
Anna climbs back in the ring, looking at Hostyle. The two turn around to see Justin and Jay climb up into the ring. The two charge forward. Anna and Hostyle, in sync, drop their opponents with drop toeholds. Anna backs up, waiting for Justin to stand. Hostyle lifts Jay to his feet. He lifts Jay in a package piledriver. Justin gets to his hands and knees. Anna runs forward and scissor kicks Justin, right as Hostyle plants Jay to the mat with the piledriver.
Rick - Book of Revelations!
Matt - Boosh!
Anna and Hostyle both pin their opponents.
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Heather Thompson - Justin Underwood and Jay Halcomb have been eliminated.
Rick - And then there were two!
Matt - Hostyle, the twentieth entrant, and Anna, two spots later.
Rick - In case you haven't been keeping score, Anna and Hostyle just scored their second and fourth eliminations, respectively.
Matt - One more to go!
Hostyle drives his knee into Anna's gut and lifts her onto his shoulder. He runs towards the corner. Anna wriggles free, landing behind Hostyle, and sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. Hostyle turns around to see Anna leap to the ropes, springboarding off to kick him in the chest. Hostyle falls back, slumped in the corner. Anna slides out of the ring, and digs under the ring. Hostyle slides out, and grabs Anna from behind. Anna swings a trash can lid over her head, smacking Hostyle across the skull with it. Hostyle falls back. Anna pulls a ladder from under the ring, holding it steady. She charges at Hostyle, driving the legs of the ladder into his gut, and pushing him up the ramp. Hostyle manages to catch his footing, however, stopping Anna's momentum dead. Hostyle shoves the ladder away, and grabs Anna. Anna tries to break free, but Hostyle lifts her onto his shoulder, moving up the ramp. He runs forward, and throws her headfirst into the stained-glass wall of the stage. Anna goes through the glass, shattering it and sending a shower of red shards across the stage floor.
Rick - The set design is being used as a weapon now!
Matt - Forget it. Hostyle is DEFINITELY trying to wreck Anna's face! Headfirst through the glass!
Hostyle moves down the ramp, and drags the ladder up to the stage. He reaches into the hole in the screen, pulling Anna from the wreck. He opens the ladder and rolls Anna into it before slamming the ladder shut on her. Hostyle looks around, and looks up at the massive jagged rock design that holds up the Ragnarok banner. He circles to the side of the set, and begind climbing the side of it, up the rock formation, to the top of the R in Ragnarok. He stands precariously close to the edge, staring down at Anna.
Matt - Hostyle is a crazy motherfucker.
Rick - He's gotta be at least twenty feet high! AT LEAST!
Hostyle roars, and leaps from the top of the stage. He plummets to the ladder below, where Anna still lies between it. Hostyle lands across the ladder, crushing Anna between the legs.
Matt - What a drop! No way are either of them getting up from that!
Anna curls up, coughing up blood onto the stage floor, bits of glass embedded into her forehead and shoulders. Hostyle rolls slowly, holding his back, and grimacing in pain. Anna slowly pulls herself free from the ladder, and pins Hostyle.
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Hostyle kicks out.
Matt - That's just... Rick - How the hell did he...
Anna tries to get to her feet. Hostyle rolls onto his stomach, doing his best to push himself up. Anna throws a punch, which connects with Hostyle's jaw. She punches again, this time rocking Hostyle as he tries to stand. She throws a third shot, but Hostyle catches her fist. He slowly stands, still holding Anna's wrist. Anna thrashes about, trying to break free. Hostyle takes a deep breath, then lifts Anna in suplex position, positioning her over the ladder.
Rick - He's gonna try the Thanatron!
Matt - Onto the ladder! That's gotta be it!
Anna drives her knee into Hostyle's face. Hostyle shakes his head, trying to keep Anna balanced. Anna knees him to the face again, and Hostyle drops down, allowing Anna to escape. Anna backs up as Hostyle keels over, wiping blood from his nose. Anna charges, and drops her leg across the back of Hostyle's neck. Hostyle's face smashes into the ladder as she lands the scissors kick. Anna lands hard on the ladder as a result of the move, and the two lie motionless. Slowly, Anna crawls towards Hostyle, and falls across him. -1-
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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Heather Thompson - Here is your winner, who will main event at From the Ashes....ANNA STONE!!!
Matt - That's...surprising. But a well earned victory nonetheless!
Rick - She gave it everything she had, and she was determined to make up for her loss against Ruby earlier tonight. Now, Anna has...oh, come on. Not now...
Chad Mason and Ruby Winters walk out from behind the curtain, looking at Anna and Hostyle, still lying on the stage. Chad cocks his head to the side, staring curiously at Anna before smirking, and crouching down next to her. Anna takes a faint swipe at him, unable to gather the energy to fight. Chad laughs, and stands. He nods to Ruby, who smiles wide, and lifts Anna to her feet, holding her arms behind her back.
Matt - Like a couple of fucking vultures...
Rick - Chad is meticulous. He's cold. He knows his title reign is already in jeopardy, and he's going to take out the competition before they can pose a threat!
Matt - Are you condoning what he's doing?
Rick - Not in the slightest.
Chad holds the IWF Championship in Anna's face.
Chad Mason You see this?
Anna tries to lift her head, but it simply falls back. Chad smirks, and looks to the crowd, rubbing his chin. He suddenly whips back to Anna, slapping her across the face with enough force that Ruby nearly loses her grip.
Rick - There is no bottom too low for that man to stoop to.
Chad presses the IWF Title against Anna's face, then slaps her again.
Chad Mason YOU SEE THIS?!
Anna struggles to keep conscious. Behind Chad, Hostyle struggles to move. Chad sees this, and sends a brutal kick to Hostyle's face, keeping him down. He turns back to Anna, and getting within inches of her face.
Chad Mason You....will never....EVER...get your hands on the IWF Championship...as long as I have anything to say about it.
He backs away as Ruby releases Anna. Anna falls to the ground, breathing heavily, as Chad and Ruby head to the back. Before they disappear behind the curtain, they raise the IWF and Queen of Wrestling titles high. Rick and Matt say something, but their comments cannot be heard over the boos of the crowd. The show goes to black.
Subject: Ragnarok II 
Mon Jun 25, 2012 8:46 pm
