From the Ashes II

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Some trash-strewn condemned building on the South Side of Chicago has a barb-wire fence around it just after sunset. The turbo-charged engine of a 67 Pontiac GTO Judge roars in the distance, pulling up to the gate on one side of the fence. The car is dark yellow, like a Boston Bruins alternate jersey with black racing stripes, and a black “15” on the roof. Softly the Lord’s Prayer is whispered over a slowly building bass line. The door opens and a man in a dark suit and handmade Italian shoes walks up to the locked gate. He holds a walkie-talkie in one hand, and a set of bolt cutters in the other. On the other side of the building, a deep purple Porsche Boxter with white ground lights pulls up. Isabella Lya Sanchez steps out of the car, carrying a walkie-talkie and a set of bolt cutters. She runs her polished, manicured nails over the rusty Master Locked chain and bring her walkie up to talk into it.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
Is it time?

Voice on the Other End
Cut it.

Isabella sets the walkie talkie on the hood of the car and uses the bolt cutters to cut the padlock. She unwinds the chain and pulls the gate open wide. She drops the cutters and grabs the walkie, stepping back behind her driver’s door and keying the mic before she hops back into the car.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
It’s done.

The camera cuts back to the Pontiac GTO, and then to the man in the suit. He cuts the padlock on his gate and opens it. He stares into ehe wreckage a moment, before dropping the bolt cutters and turning to face the camera. Well I’ll be damned, it’s Corey Casey. He talks into his radio.

Corey Casey
Then get out of here, they’ll be here soon.

Isabella Lya Sanchez (Over the Radio)
I’m out. I think I see them coming now.

Corey Casey
So do I…

City lights are calling
slowly coming back to life
Speeding in the fastlane
Mama let us waste no time


Corey Casey tosses the walkie into his car and pulls out a silver New England Patriots Zippo. He flips it open and tosses it inside the gate. A line of fire streaks into the hollowed-out ruins of the building and explodes in a ring of fire which lights up a grisly looking wrestling ring in the middle of the structure. He steps aside as three motorcycles streak past him, driven by Steel Angel, Robbie Hart an Rosalie Knight. Cut to the other gate where Isabella’s Porsche pulls out of the way as Chad Mason, Ruby Winters and Marcus Silverstone zip into the ring on bikes of their own as Edguy’s ”Superheroes” blares. Both sets of motorcycles pull up to either side of the ring and stop. Natural Law and HHR both dive into the ring and start brawling.

Devil in the doorway selling any kind of hell
We're just coming out to play the game

From the other sides of the ring, a blue Mini Cooper and the Interceptor from Mad max approaches. The Interceptor pulls up and skids sideways to a stop, Tim Patrick steps out and climbs into the ring. Sean Libby climbs out of the window of the Cooper and onto the roof, where he starts dancing. Tim shakes his head and rolls out of the ring. Libby dives off the roof of the car and takes him down, and they eventually end up brawling in the ring.

We never cry for love - we're superheroes
We are back where we belong

Hostyle Jones streaks into the fray driving a teal ’68 Corvette Stingray. He pulls up to the ring and climbs out of the top, standing on the hood and barking at the Upper Limit guys. Chuck Matthews sneaks out of the trunk and Hollywood Impacts him off the car and they roll under the ring.

We never cry for pain - we're superheroes
Make a stand where we belong

Anna Stone pilots a bright red Dodge Viper with a white Canadian Maple Leaf on the hood up behind Natural Law’s bikes. She spins the car 360 degrees into a skidding stop, climbs out and walks salaciously towards the ring. From the other side rumbles a black and ’69 Oldsmobile 442 with a dragon hood ornament with gold Tron lines. The car slowly inches towards the ring, stopping beside HHR’s motorcycles and raising up on its front hydraulics. It blows a jet of fire and the engine roars. Stygian steps out of the car and climbs into the ring, facing off with Anna Stone.

Way too long I've tried to be
what I could never be
For too long you've rolled the dice
but you can't control me

A big-black Kennworth semi with purple flames painted up the sides and the Bluesmobile strapped to the front with a heavy chain as though it were the bumper pulls in, and lays on the horn from ringside. Crimson Skull steps out and into the brawl, beginning to clear house.

I ain't talking 'bout romance
you may fiddle I may dance
Anyway it's just a game we play…

A blue Jeep Renegade helmed by SBK races in. SBK parks beside the ring and runs in, heading off Crimson Skull with right hands. Suddenly at the end of the pathway, as Corey Casey watches from the hood of his GTO Death Angel drives a beat up old, olive drab, Russian Zil 135 through the gate. At the second chorus, he launches the missile from it high into the air and looks down at CC. Corey points to the ring and Death Angel nods, driving to ringside.

We never cry for love - we're superheroes
We are back where we belong
We never cry for pain - we're superheroes
Make a stand where we belong

You gotta move to stay alive
We're gonna rock the bash tonight…

As the son breaks down into the string section we go high above the ring, and follow the Missile Death Angel launched before joining the fray. It pounds through the roof of the building and into the ring, blowing everything to hell.

Cry for love-we're superheroes
We are back where we belong

The ring is gone. The cars have all been ruined, relegated to scraps of burning, twisted steel and everything in the blast has been reduced to ash.

We never cry for love - we're superheroes
We are back where we belong
We never cry for pain - we're superheroes
Make a stand where we belong we're superheroes

Suddenly the ashes rise up and take humanoid shapes, and all of the wrestlers are rebuilt from the ruin. Robbie Hart an Chad Mason stand in the middle of the line, with everyone spaced out with their respective opponents tonight. The scene suddenly erupts in flames as the From the Ashes II logo appears on the screen



LIVE from the Enterprise Arena in Chicago, Illinois

The scene shows the inside of the sold out Enterprise Arena in Chicago, Illinois. Hundreds of thousands of screaming fans leap to their feet, screaming and cheering wildly as fireworks race up the entrance ramp and explode from the staging. Above the arena, three fighter jets fly overhead, their engines crying out like dragons, echoing through the warm Chicago night sky. Suddenly, from the rafters, three massive streaks of pyro fall and crash into the stage, causing a massive phoenix to rise up from the stage, causing the fans to lose their fucking minds

Rick- IT’S HERE! IT’S HERE! IT’S MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN HERE!

Matt- FROM THE FUCKING ASHES…TWO!

Rick- That’s right folks!!! It’s time for the biggest Pay Per View on the IWF calendar and we’re coming to you LIVE from IWF’s second home…the Second City it’s self…CHICAGO!!!!

Matt- IT FEELS GREAT TO BE BACK IN CHI-TOWN BABY!

Matt Biggars suddenly leaps up on the announcer’s table and leads the fans in a massive “IWF!” chant that spreads like wildfire throughout the arena. Before long, 60,000 fans are all screaming and chanting at the top of their lungs

“IWF!”
“IWF!”
“IWF!”
“IWF!”

Matt Biggars leaps off the table and re-takes his seat beside Rick Christian

Matt- This crowd is motherfucking ELECTRIC here tonight!

Rick- I don’t think there is a single person whose ass is still in their seat…and I don’t anticipate there to be anyone sitting all night long!

The camera continues to pan out and around the arena for a few moments before a video begins rolling on the massive video screen at the top of the stage

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“A sadistic monster, hell bent on destruction…”

Zlatan Jax is shown sitting in a small room, a single red light shining down on him from the ceiling above

Zlatan Jax
Blood…I demand blood…I thrive on carnage…despair…

Zlatan Jax suddenly leaps to his feet and delivers a head butt to the camera, causing the screen to crack in a dozen places and small gashes to open up on Zlatan Jax’s forehead

Zlatan Jax
I WILL DESTROY ALL THOSE WHO STAND IN MY WAY! I WILL CONTINUE THE WORK OF THE LORD COREY CASEY! QUOTH THE SOUTH BOSTON SLAYER….NEVERMORE!

“…a fallen legend seeking a path that will lead him back to his former glory…”

The screen suddenly cuts in to show clips of Ryan Apollos from the Triple Threat main event at Heroes Also Die last month

Ryan Apollos draws himself up to his full height as he stands in the middle of the plexiglass cell. Ryan Apollos looks down and sees the plexiglass trap door of the cell that Chad Mason had ripped off and throw up into the cell. Ryan Apollos smirks as he leans down and picks up the trap door. Meanwhile, both Steel Angel and Chad Mason slowly begin to stand up inside of the plexiglass cell. Ryan Apollos waits for both men to be fully standing before he throws the plexiglass trap door directly at Steel Angel’s head. At the last second, Steel Angel drops down to the floor of the cell….causing the plexiglass trap door to go flying at Chad Mason. Chad Mason somehow manages to catch the plexiglass trap door at the last second.

As soon as he threw the trap door though, Ryan Apollos ran to the side of the plexiglass cell, leaped up into the air, and launched himself off the wall, directly at Steel Angel. However, because Steel Angel ducked, Ryan Apollos connects an Eradicator on Chad Mason, driving the plexiglass trap door right into Chad Mason’s face. The force of the Eradicator combined with the added force of the plexiglass trap door being driven into Chad Mason’s face causing Chad Mason to slam against the wall of the plexiglass cell. Chad Mason and the wall of the plexiglass cell both go flying out into mid-air and crashing back down to the ring below. The scene slowly fades to black

“…tonight…both men shall meet…one seeking carnage….the other…redemption…”

Clips of Zlatan Jax reveling in the blood of his enemies are shown flashing across the screen, only to be replaced by clips of Ryan Apollos nailing the Eradicator on Chad Mason, sending Chad Mason tumbling out of the second level of the Trip to Oblivion structure

“…only one can survive”

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The camera cuts back to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring

Heather Thompson- The following is your From the Ashes II opening contest!

The fans continue to scream and cheer loudly as a massive smile slowly spreads across Heather Thompson’s face. She lets the fans cheer and scream for a few moments before bringing the microphone up to her lips

Heather Thompson- Introducing first…

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

As the fans sing along to the song Zlatan Jax has risen up through the stage. His head is bowed and his arms hang low infront of him. Zlatan slowy raises his arms and head. And as he raises his arms the arena turns red. When his arms and head are fully raised pyro shoots up around him.

Heather Thompson- From Boston, Massachusetts…Weighing in at 205 Pounds…Zlatan Jax!

Rick- Zlatan Jax is one sick son of a bitch, Matt

Matt- That has been well documented over and over and over again, Rick. But somehow, someway, Zlatan Jax managed to recover from the absolutely BRUTAL attack he suffered at the hands of Matt Rydell a few weeks ago and is booked here tonight

Rick- And Zlatan Jax can’t be in the best of moods either. Zlatan Jax was supposed to compete in the Full Throttle Championship Fatal Fourway match a little later on tonight but Matt Rydell forced the hand of Battle Grounds GM Brandon Macdonald and left Brandon with no choice but to remove Zlatan Jax from the match after a brutal attack

Matt- Well, Zlatan Jax has a match here tonight…let’s see if he can’t manage to somehow pull a little glory out of FTA II after all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

Zlatan slowly walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms again and looks to the sky before closing his eyes. Blood drips from the ceiling and down onto his chest. He opens his eyes again and the lights go back to normal.

Heather Thompson- And his opponent…

Knock Knock Bitches

The lights shut off as Mothership by Enter Shikari plays. After the intro plays pyro explodes from the stage.

Go tell all your friends that this is the end
Go tell all your friends that this is the end
Go tell all your friends that this is the end
This is the end

Ryan Apollos walks out on the stage and stops at the top of the ramp smiling. Before he starts a one man mosh pit. He then starts walking down to the ring.

Heather Thompson- From Milwaukee, Wisconsin…Weighing in at 250 Pounds…Ryan Apollos!

Rick- It has been an up and down year for Ryan Apollos

Matt- That’s one way to put it!

Rick- Apollos has gone from opening the show and jobbing to no bodies…to being in the main event and almost walking away with the IWF World Heavyweight Championship a month ago

Matt- Ryan Apollos was one of the three participants in the insane Trip to Oblivion match that we saw last month and I’ll say this…Apollos gave as good as he got in that match!

Rick- And now Apollos begins his long, hard journey back to being involved in the main event picture here at From the Ashes II

I don't understand a word you're saying
What are the clouds running from?
There's something in the air tonight
Something is wrong, spit it out!

Apollos walks around the ring before climbing onto the ring apron.

I just fell from the mothership
(they said that)
your answers, they're always lying on the ocean bed
your answers, they're always lying on the ocean bed

Apollos climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air before back flipping off the turnbuckle.

there's something in the air
there's something in the air
tonight, i'm wide awake, i'm wide awake
there's something in the air
there's something in the air
tonight, i'm wide awake, i'm wide awake

Apollos enters the ring and circles it before bouncing on the ring ropes facing the hard camera as the music fades. The ref looks at both men and nods before calling for the bell


Ryan Apollos [vs.] Zlatan Jax

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Ryan Apollos comes storming out of the gate and sprints straight towards Zlatan Jax. Before Zlatan Jax can react, Ryan Apollos drives Zlatan Jax down to the canvas with a massive spear. Ryan Apollos then quickly leaps to his feet, leans down, and drags Zlatan Jax up to a vertical base. Ryan Apollos then kicks Zlatan Jax in the gut, doubling Zlatan Jax over. Ryan Apollos then grabs Zlatan Jax, lifts Zlatan Jax, spins 180 degrees, and drives Zlatan Jax down to the canvas with a double edged spinebuster

Rick- Massive combination of power moves by Ryan Apollos!

Matt- Ryan Apollos looks like he’s hot under the collar here tonight!

Rick- And that certainly won’t bode well for Zlatan Jax!

Ryan Apollos leans down and drags Zlatan Jax up to his feet. Ryan Apollos Irish whips Zlatan Jax to the corner turnbuckle. Zlatan Jax crashes into the corner turnbuckle spine first. Ryan Apollos quickly follows in after Zlatan Jax and connects a massive clothesline as soon as Zlatan Jax hits the corner turnbuckle.

Rick- This match has been all Apollos since the opening bell

Matt- Zlatan Jax might be in a world of trouble if Ryan Apollos keeps this up

Ryan Apollos drags Zlatan Jax out of the corner turnbuckle and kicks Zlatan Jax in the gut. Ryan Apollos then picks Zlatan Jax up, spins Zlatan Jax around, and powers Zlatan Jax down to the canvas with a massive Silencer

Rick- Silencer!

Matt- This one’s over!

Ryan Apollos drops down and hooks Zlatan Jax’s leg as the ref begins to count

-1-

-2-

-3...

Ryan Apollos suddenly lifts Zlatan Jax’s shoulder up off the canvas, a wicked smile playing about his features

Rick- What the hell is Ryan Apollos doing?!

Matt- Apollos had the match won and he forced Zlatan Jax’s shoulders off the mat!

Ryan Apollos slowly draws himself up to his feet and walks backwards a few steps. Ryan Apollos leans down and begins to motion for Zlatan Jax to get to his feet. Meanwhile, in the center of the ring, Zlatan Jax coughs and holds his back as he slowly begins to stand

Rick- What is Ryan Apollos thinking here?

Matt- I’m pretty sure Ryan Apollos is looking to send a message…

Ryan Apollos waits for Zlatan Jax to get to his feet before springing into action. Ryan Apollos turns and runs to the ring ropes. As soon as he gets close enough, Ryan Apollos leaps into the air and lands on the second rope. Ryan Apollos then turns in mid-air, springs off the rope, and drills Zlatan Jax in the face with a nasty head kick

Rick- Eradicator!

Matt- I’d say it’s lights out for Zlatan Jax!

Ryan Apollos draws himself up to his feet and places his boot on Zlatan Jax’s chest as the ref counts

-1-

-2-

-3-

The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Ryan Apollos!

Rick- A dominating performance by Ryan Apollos here tonight

Matt- Ryan Apollos just had his way with Zlatan Jax, owning Zlatan from the second the opening bell rang

Ryan Apollos gets to his feet and walks over to Heather Thompson. Ryan Apollos motions for Heather to give him the mic, which she immediately does. Ryan Apollos walks over to the ring ropes and stares directly into the camera

Ryan Apollos
This is it? This is the competition that I was promised? This is the best IWF has for the legendary Ryan Apollos?

Ryan Apollos laughs coldly

Ryan Apollos
Zlatan Jax is nothing but a jobber…a fucking no body who has done nothing since debuting…and this is who I fight at the biggest Pay Per View of the year? Not only that, but I’m also OPENING said Pay Per View? This is fucking ridiculous

Ryan Apollos turns and sees Zlatan Jax attempting to pull himself up to his feet. Ryan Apollos shakes his head, casts his microphone aside, and quickly walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. Ryan Apollos leans down and takes the bottom turnbuckle cover off before he then turns and walks over to Zlatan Jax. Ryan Apollos leans down and drags Zlatan Jax over to the exposed lowest turnbuckle and positions Zlatan Jax’s face right underneath the exposed metal turnbuckle. Ryan Apollos then grabs Zlatan Jax’s legs and, after winking at the camera, Ryan Apollos leans backwards, causing Zlatan Jax’s face to come flying up and smash into the exposed metal turnbuckle. Almost immediately, Zlatan Jax begins to bleed profusely from his nose and mouth

Rick- THAT WAS JUST…JUST…SICKENING!

Matt- …woah…

Ryan Apollos gets to his feet and grabs the mic that he had thrown to the side before attacking Zlatan Jax

Ryan Apollos
Let it be known…from this point out…I’m not taking orders from anyone. I’m not going to sit around and play nicely while my talent is over looked again and again and again by the morons who book matches, From this point on…The Legend Slayer…has returned

Ryan Apollos drops the mic and bails out of the ring as EMT personal come running down the ramp, slide into the ring, and begin attending to Zlatan Jax, who is rolling around screaming in pain, smearing blood all over the canvas. Ryan Apollos pauses at the top of the ramp and turns around, a smirk playing about his features, as he surveys the damage. The camera zooms in on his face for a moment before slowly fading to commercial

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A video package plays. Hostyle is seen sitting in his locker room, holding the High Impact title, staring blankly at it. Red words flash across the screen.

"Karma is a Bitch"

Hostyle continues staring. A woman's sinister laughter echoes in the background. Hostyle's voice is heard.

"I want to be the one to end that streak of yours. I want to be the first."

Chuck Matthews's face flashes across the screen. An image cuts in of a wrecked car, with a bloodstained letter sitting in the driver's seat. Scene flashes back to Hostyle in the locker room. The woman's laughter is heard again.

"I'm going to prove that I'm the greatest wrestler today...and to do that, I'm going to do what sixteen men have failed to do."

The laughter gets louder. The same red words flash across the screen. "Karma is a Bitch."

"What Shadow Demon has failed to do..."

More laughter. The sound of car tires screeching, and the sickening crunch of metal.

"...what Jacob Jericho failed to do..."

A woman's scream, the sound of a baby crying. More sadistic laughter from a faceless woman.

"...what Joe Santiago failed to do...what Frank Hart failed to do...what Death-Angel failed to do..."

The laughter gets, if possible, even louder, almost drowning out Hostyle's voice.

"I am going to end the legendary streak of Chuck Matthews."

The laughter completely drowns out Hostyle's voice. "Karma is a bitch" flashes across the screen again, followed by the scene of a terrible car accident. Blood stains the asphalt, and the street is littered with scrap metal. A quick flash of a wrecked car in a parking garage. A flash of a bathroom, blood splashed across the white walls. Back to Hostyle, sitting in the locker room. The woman's laughter changes to the unmistakeable laughter of Chuck Matthews. Suddenly, it all goes silent, and the scene goes dark, showing only a light shining down on Hostyle Jones. Chuck Matthews' voice is heard.

"Good luck."

The camera cuts to the arena, where the crowd is cheering like mad.

Rick - These fans are ready!

Matt - IWF hasn't had a show in Chicago since Heroes Also Die last year...this crowd is going absolutely fucking nuts!

"Immortal" by Adema blasts through the speakers. The crowd erupts into boos as Hostyle Jones walks out onto the stage. He adjusts the High Impact title on his shoulder, takes a deep breath, and heads down the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring.

Heather Thompson - The following is a one-fall match! Introducing at this time...from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing tonight at 232 pounds...he is the CURRENT High Impact Champion...HOSTYLE JONES!!!!!

Rick - Hostyle has quite the following in IWF. In any other circumstances, these fans LOVE this guy!

Matt - He's a victim of circumstance tonight. There is absolutely no love for a man about to fight the hometown hero.

Rick - Remember that this is a non-title bout. This match is about one thing, and one thing only: Respect.

A long pause. The crowd sits, silent, waiting. Suddenly, the music erupts from the speakers, and the crowd leaps to their feet, screaming.

Cast out the storm in my head I've tripped and fell in
Caught in my conscience again
I try to push it away

World to Burn by Rev Theory plays throughout the arena. The camera focuses on the jumbotron, where Chuck’s smirking face is seen, before it’s engulfed in a shadow, showing only his sunken eyes and wicked smile. The camera pans down to the entrance curtain for a moment. Finally, Chuck Matthews emerges, looking at the ring. He throws his arms out, roaring to the crowd.

In case you forget I'll boldly just let it all fade
Search the silence
I can't believe all the lies that you tell me I break

Chuck stops halfway down the ramp and looks to the ecstatic crowd. He crouches down, holding the pose for a second before exploding up again, raising his hands in his signature old-style cornas. Fireworks erupt in a line behind him, firing back and forth for a moment. Chuck looks back to the ring, and continues walking. He runs up the steps and pauses on the apron, flashing a grin at the crowd before stepping between the ropes.

This is the world that you burn.
This is the life that you waste.
How does it feel on your own, now that you're pushing me away?

Chuck climbs up on the turnbuckle. He stares at the crowd, and stretches out his arms, soaking in the crowd's cheers. Finally, he points to Hostyle, shakes his head, then motions to himself.

Chuck Matthews
SEVENTEEN!

The crowd roars in approval. Chuck hops down from the corner, and turns, pacing back and forth, and smoothing out his hair. He stares at the opponent as he rolls his wrists, getting ready for the bell.

Heather Thompson - And the opponent...from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS...weighing in at 225 pounds...CHUCK MATTHEWS!!!!

"LET'S GO CHUCK!" "LET'S GO CHUCK!" "LET'S GO CHUCK!"

Matt - I wonder who the crowd favors in this one?

Rick - Possibly the ONLY city in the entire world where this man is cheered...but God be with the man who has to fight Chuck Matthews in his own city.

Matt - And while Hostyle has nothing to lose tonight, Chuck has everything on the line: His perfect 16-0 streak on the big stage. From RWF's FightFest to NLWF's War Games to IWF's From the Ashes...Chuck has never lost in all his years competing.

Rick - Hostyle believes he'll be the man to do it.

Matt - RING THE BELL!


Hostyle Jones [vs] Chuck Matthews

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Hostyle and Chuck circle each other, moving quickly. Hostyle throws a kick, which Chuck dodges. Chuck counters with a kick of his own, which just grazes Hostyle's leg. Hostyle shoots in, driving his shoulder into Chuck's gut and carrying him to the corner. Chuck shoves Hostyle away. Hostyle raises his fist to throw a punch, but stops.

Rick - What the fuck?

Hostyle moves to the ropes, leaning over them, staring at a woman in the front row. The woman winks at him, and waves.

Matt - Wait a minute...that's Chalida Jones!

Rick - Who?

Matt - It's Hostyle's wife! Ex-wife...girlfriend...SOMETHING. She was supposed to have died in a car accident weeks ago!

Rick - No wonder Hostyle looks so freaked out!

Hostyle shakes his head, staring at Chalida. Chalida slowly climbs over the barricade. She smiles, and points into the ring. Hostyle turns around, and is caught with a vicious spear.

Rick - HOLLYWOOD IMPACT!

Chuck pins Hostyle.

-1-

-2-

-3-

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Here is your winner...CHUCK MATTHEWS!!!

Chuck smirks, and stands. Hostyle slowly gets to a seated position, staring at Chuck, then looking back at Chalida. Chalida climbs into the ring and jumps on Chuck, laughing, and pointing at Hostyle.

Matt - GOD FUCKING DAMN IT NOT AGAIN.

Hostyle looks from Chalida to Chuck and back again. He grits his teeth and charges, tackling Chuck. Chalida barely manages to get out of the way as Hostyle drives him into the corner, and begins raining down punches. Hostyle drags Chuck to the center of the ring, and grabs his arms, locking in the Straight Jacket. Chuck struggles in the hold, trying desperately to escape. Slowly, he begins to fade. Hostyle tightens the hold, bringing Chuck down. Finally, Hostyle releases Chuck, throwing his limp body to the mat. He turns on Chalida, who begins laughing.

Rick - Clearly not the reaction Hostyle was expecting.

Matt - I can't say I blame him. Her great protector was just taken out of action completely...what's she laughing about?

Chalida grabs a mic from a ringside worker.

Chalida Morris
Oh, Hostyle...poor Hostyle...

Hostyle yells at her, pointing at Chuck, lying motionless in the ring.

Chalida Morris
Yes, I can see that. You beat down Chuck Matthews. Congratulations. Do you realize what you've just done though, baby?

Hostyle grits his teeth, glaring at Chalida, who smiles wider.

Chalida Morris
You've just attacked...the new General Manager of Battle Grounds.

Rick - WHAT?!

The crowd erupts into cheers as Chalida laughs even harder. Hostyle's face drops, and he slowly turns to Chuck, who slowly stirs in the ring. Chalida kneels next to the semi-conscious Chuck. She winks at Hostyle, and locks eyes with him as she plants a long kiss on Chuck's lips. Hostyle shakes his head, backing up towards the ropes.

Matt - I think Hostyle has just realized what's going on here.

Rick - He may have just made a VERY powerful enemy...

The show shows Chalida trying to help Chuck come to, as Hostyle stares in disbelief. The show cuts to commercial.

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The show comes back from commercial to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars, who are sitting behind the announcer’s position

Rick- What a triple threat we have for you folks coming up next!

Matt- These three men have been dancing around and towards each other for weeks now!

Rick- All three of these men have been waging psychological warfare against one another for the last month…

Matt- Hell, Marcus Silverstone has been waging war against The Nightmare for nearly three months now!

Rick- But tonight…it comes to an end…

The scene slowly fades to black

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Battle Grounds XLVI: Heroes Resurrected
4 weeks ago…

Death-Angel is shown standing in the middle of the ring

Death-Angel
I have been in this game a real long time…

Death-Angel chuckles softly as he shakes his head

Death-Angel
Hell, I’ve been in this game for so long that three quarters of the boys in the back weren’t even born yet when I won my first world title. I have been in the ring with all the legends of this industry….Brenton Cyrus, Chuck Matthews, Brandon Macdonald, Corey Casey…the list goes on and on…and guess what? I have beaten them all.

I have won world titles, mid-card titles and lower card titles…I have been involved with some of the most high profile, main event matches that professional wrestling has ever seen…I was the first and, for awhile there, only, IWF Hall of Famer…I am an NLWF Hall of Famer…you could say that I have pretty much seen it all and done it all over the course of my career

Rick- You could say that again!

Matt- As frightening and as psychotic as he is…there is NO ONE who has enjoyed the kind of success that Death-Angel has

The crowd, once again, explodes into applause as Death-Angel nods his head. After a moment of letting the fans cheer, Death-Angel once again motions for silence

Death-Angel
But see…the one thing I have never done…and the one thing I want to do before I ride off into the sunset and retire for good…is to hold the one title that has eluded me since I’ve been here in IWF. The thing I want to do most in this whole world before I finally hang it up…is to be IWF World Heavyweight Champion

The crowd erupts, cheering loudly

Rick- You know, I don’t think Death-Angel has ever really had a solid chance here in IWF of being World Champion!

Matt- Does DA still even have it in him to MAKE a run at the World Title?!

Death-Angel walks over to the ring ropes facing the camera and looks dead into the camera

Death-Angel
So I’m taking this opportunity, here and now, to challenge whoever walks out of the main event at From the Ashes II as IWF World Heavyweight Champion for a title match at Fallout! Let’s see if you dare to step into the ring with a Syco God!

The sound of slow, sarcastic clapping is heard echoing throughout the arena. Death-Angel turns his head slowly to look up the entrance ramp as Marcus Silverstone slowly walks out from the back, wearing a Natural Law T-shirt and carrying a microphone in his hands while clapping slowly. A smirk is etched onto his features as he looks down the entrance ramp at Death-Angel

Rick- That’s…that’s Marcus Silverstone

Matt- What the hell is he doing out here?

Marcus Silverstone stops clapping and slowly brings the microphone up to his lips as he begins to walk down the entrance ramp, ignoring the fans on either side of the isle

Marcus Silverstone
How very fitting… Death-Angel you old bastard, you almost had even ME convinced that you deserved a title match…

Marcus Silverstone slowly climbs up the ringside steps and ducks into the ring

Marcus Silverstone
I mean, coming out here and rehashing all the same old bullshit accomplishments and past glories you once lived…getting the fans all whipped up into a frenzy of nostalgia as they remember the Death-Angel that used to be…I mean, that’s really powerful stuff man…

Death-Angel draws himself up to his full height in the middle of the ring as Marcus Silverstone slowly paces around the inside of the ring

Marcus Silverstone
But here’s the thing DA…you’re NOT the guy you used to be…you’re NOT the “legendary” Death-Angel that once stepped into the ring with all the greats of the past. I think I’ve done a damn good job showing the world that you’re nothing more than a washed up, has been, relic of the past. I mean, if you were TRULY still the “Syco God” that you claim to be, then it wouldn’t have been so damn easy for me to beat the shit out of you at Isolation two months ago

A look of anger flashes across Death-Angel’s face as he stares at Marcus Silverstone, whose smirk widens slowly as he sees the rage burning in Death-Angel’s eyes

Marcus Silverstone
Oh, you remember now don’t you? Did I piss off the big, scary Death-Angel? Hu? Did I bring up something in the past that is too painful for you to handle hearing, DA?

Marcus Silverstone’s smirk morphs suddenly into a wicked smile, an evil look appearing on his face

Marcus Silverstone
Or did you finally realize that, two months ago at Isolation, I took you out back the wood shed and put you down like the old dog that you are?

Death-Angel suddenly snaps and charges at Marcus Silverstone. Death-Angel spears Marcus Silverstone down to the canvas and begins to rain blows down upon Marcus Silverstone

Rick- DA HAS SNAPPED!

Matt- And this crowd has become UNGLUED!

Marcus Silverstone manages to, somehow, slip out from underneath Death-Angel and get to his feet. Marcus Silverstone leaps up into the air and connects a step up insiguri on Death-Angel, causing Death-Angel to fall to the canvas. Marcus Silverstone then gets into the mount position and begins to rain blows down upon the back of Death-Angel’s unprotected head and neck.

Rick- But somehow Marcus manages to escape!

Matt- And now Marcus is in the driver’s seat!

A battalion of refs, IWF officials, and members of the locker room come flooding out from backstage and slide into the ring in an attempt to separate Death-Angel and Marcus Silverstone. More than 3/4ths of the people who come out from backstage restrain Death-Angel.

Rick- Here comes the cavalry!

Matt- We’re going to need them just to try and restrain Death-Angel alone! Never mind Marcus!

Marcus Silverstone manages to shove the officials and refs off of him and ducks out of the ring. Marcus Silverstone turns around and walks backwards up the entrance ramp, clutching his ribs in pain. Meanwhile, in the ring, Death-Angel has every official and referee in IWF fighting to restrain him and keep Death-Angel from leaping from the ring and running after Marcus Silverstone

Rick- This is absolute chaos out here!

The scene shifts to show Steel Angel, who is standing in Brandon Macdonald’s office a little later on that same evening

Steel Angel
I deserve another shot at the title! I never got my one on one shot against Chad Mason!

Brandon Macdonald smiles somewhat as he leans back in his chair

Brandon Macdonald
You’ll get your shot…if you win a #1 Contenders match between yourself…Death-Angel…and Marcus Silverstone!

The camera suddenly begins fast forwarding, showing TNI viciously attacking MS and STA. STA is showing standing behind his brother TNI, wearing a Death-Angel mask. MS is showing jumping TNI from behind, attacking TNI with a lead pipe. The images begin to cycle faster and faster as the images become more and more blurred. Suddenly, the scene cuts to black and a cold, evil laughter is heard echoing from all around

The Nightmare
Tonight…the nightmare…reaches its peak…

A massive fist shoots out of the darkness and shatters the screen into a thousand pieces as the scene cuts first to static and then, after a few moments, back to Rick and Matt

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Rick Christian and Matt Biggars are shown sitting behind the announcer’s position. Rick is nodding his head while Matt Biggars has a dumbstruck look on his face

Rick- Amazing work by the guys in the video editing room tonight!

Matt- I’d certainly say so! That match hype clip gave me the chills!

Rick- If that gave you the chills…just wait until the real match starts…

Matt- RIGHT NOW!

The camera cuts over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring. In one of the corner turnbuckles, Marcus Silverstone is shown warming up already

Heather Thompson- The following match is scheduled for one fall. The winner of this match will be named the new #1 Contender to the IWF World Heavyweight Championship!

Rick Christian suddenly stands up and grabs a microphone off of his desk

Rick Christian
Sorry Heather, I don’t mean to interrupt. But I wanted to add a little something extra to this match…

Heather Thompson looks over at Rick, a questioning look on her face

Rick Christian
The follow triple threat match will also be a No Disqualifications match! Now, let’s meet our first competitor!

Heather Thompson turns and motions towards Marcus Silverstone

Heather Thompson- Introducing first…Already in the ring…From Boston, Massachusetts…Weighing in at 247 Pounds…Representing Natural Law…Marcus Silverstone!

Rick- Marcus Silverstone has been targeting The Nightmare since his vicious attack against The Nightmare at Isolation!

Matt- This feud has been brewing all spring and summer and now it’s time to watch it all fall!

Rick- A seasons pun?

Matt- Any PUN in a storm!

Rick- I hate you

Heather Thompson- Introducing next…

"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" appering 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…Representing the human Highlight Reels…Steel Angel!

Rick- Steel Angel has been nothing short of impressive since just barely missing out on recapturing the IWF World Heavyweight Title from Chad Mason at Heroes Also Die

Matt- Steel Angel is definitely the smallest man in this match up though, Rick

Rick- That might be, but we have Steel Angel overcome the odds time and time again which leads me to believe that Steel Angel is absolutely 110% prepared for this moment

Matt- Well he better be! Because he has to beat his 900 pound half-brother and Chad Mason’s personal bodyguard to walk out of From the Ashes II victorious!

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 through the second rope and enters the ring.

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.

Heather Thompson- And the final opponent…

Suddenly, the Lights dim, music plays over the PA system “Disruptr” by Devin Townsend, begins to blast. The Lights go out, as the music begins to play

I'm tired of waiting
I'm tired of fading
I'm sick of being oppressed
through all the failing
I'm syncopated
at least it's off my chest

Disruptr

you're kind of fading
don't be a baby
I'm sick of being obsessed
through all the mating
master debating
God knows i'd settle for less

but

I come from the
centre of the universe
and I've no time for these
distractions

Disruptr

The Nightmare steps out from the back and looks over the thousands of screaming and cheering fans in attendance

Heather Thompson- From Seattle, Washington…Weighing in at 900 Pounds…The Nightmare!

Rick- The Nightmare is an absolute monster…standing 9 feet tall and weighing in at well over 900 pounds, The Nightmare has been a main stay in the world of professional wrestling since…since…

Matt- Since Chuck Matthews was a virgin!

somebody get me alone
I need to feel at home
I need a brain massage

somebody get me a doctor
I feel a bit ill
but i ain't feeling this at all

no

I am from the
centre of the universe
and i've no time for these
symptoms of your universe

I come from the
master of the universe
and I've no time for these
distractions

so here's what it means to be
be a man about it

The Nightmare walks slowly down the entrance ramp and down to the ring. He hops up on the ring apron and climbs over the top rope as he steps into the ring

you don't forget the family
be a man

so what if it kills you all?
oh, be a man about it

be a God damned man...boy

oh be a man about it

let's go down to the beach
we'll sit in the womb

I come from the
master of the universe
and I've no time
for these
symptoms of your universe

I come for the
center of the universe
and I've no time for these
centers of your universe

I come for the
center of the universe
and I've no time for these
distractions

straying away
from the dark sides of hell
the world
the world is the same

darkness

The Nightmare walks over to the center of the ring and stares at Marcus Silverstone and Steel Angel, a sadistic grin on his face. The ref looks at all three men and nods before calling for the bell


Triple Threat
Winner will be named the #1 Contender for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship
Death Angel [vs.] Steel Angel [vs.] Marcus Silverstone

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Steel Angel looks at both Marcus Silverstone and The Nightmare and quickly ducks out of the ring. Steel Angel drops down to the ringside mats and flips up the ring apron. After searching for a moment, Steel Angel pulls out a crowbar

Rick- What the hell is that?

Matt- I think…I think it’s a crowbar!

Meanwhile, inside the ring. Marcus Silverstone and The Nightmare go toe to toe in the center of the ring. The Nightmare roars at Marcus Silverstone< who does nothing more than smirk confidentially up at the big man. Marcus Silverstone suddenly lashes out and slaps The Nightmare across the face

Rick- Uh oh…

Matt- Marcus Silverstone might’ve sealed his own death warrant there…

The Nightmare takes a half a step backwards and brings his hand up as though he is checking on his cheek. Instead, The Nightmare balls his fist into a ball and whirls around. The Nightmare then lungs forward and drills Marcus Silverstone right in the face with his massive closed fist

Rick- KABLOOSKIE!

Matt- Lights out for Marcus Silverstone!

The Nightmare leans down and drags Marcus Silverstone to his feet. The Nightmare then lifts Marcus Silverstone up in the military press position. The Nightmare then runs forward and throws Marcus Silverstone. Marcus Silverstone goes sailing over the top rope and does a flip in mid-air before crashing spine first into the security barricade

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

Rick- The Nightmare JUST CRIPPLED Marcus Silverstone!

Matt- Marcus Silverstone has a broken back for sure!

The Nightmare roars loudly as the fans continue to chant and scream loudly. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Steel Angel crouches down and hides close to the ring apron. Inside the ring. The Nightmare goes running across the ring, bouncing off the ropes on the other side. The Nightmare then comes running straight towards the ropes facing Marcus Silverstone

Rick- He’s not going to…

Matt- He can’t possibly be thinking of FLYING?!

As soon as he gets close enough, The Nightmare goes to execute an over the top rope suicide dive. However, as soon as The Nightmare is about to launch himself over the top rope, Steel Angel leaps up onto the ring apron and swings the crowbar. Steel Angel crushes The Nightmare in the back of the skull, forcing The Nightmare’s momentum to die and The Nightmare’s entire upper body and throat to be driven down on the top rope

Rick- HOLY FUCK!

Matt- The Nightmare MIGHT BE DEAD!

Steel Angel casts the crowbar aside, drops down, and begins to rummage around underneath the ring once more. After a few moments, Steel Angel pulls out a steel chair, a massive ladder, and two tables. Steel Angel slides the two tables and the steel chair into the ring before setting up the massive step ladder outside the ring

Rick- I knew making this match a No DQ match was going to be a RATINGS BONANZA of an idea!

Matt- …The Nightmare probably broke Marcus Silverstone’s back…now it looks like Steel Angel is going to finish his half-brother off for good…and you still think this is a good idea?

Rick- Yup! It’s a RATINGS BONANZA of an idea!

Once inside the ring, Steel Angel sets up the first table, turns, and walks over to where The Nightmare is lying motionless near the ring ropes. Steel Angel leans down and drags The Nightmare over to the first table and forces The Nightmare’s entire upper body onto the table so that the front of The Nightmare’s upper chest is right in the center of the table. Steel Angel then turns and grabs the steel chair. Steel Angel slides the steel chair right underneath the face and throat of The Nightmare before taking a step back to survey his work

Rick- This is going to be insane!

Matt- It certainly looks that way…

Steel Angel then quickly turns, grabs the second table, and sets it up on top of the first, thus sandwiching The Nightmare’s motionless body in between the two tables. Steel Angel then turns and ducks outside of the ring. Steel Angel quickly grabs Marcus Silverstone and throws Marcus Silverstone into the ring

Rick- This is taking a lot of time, Matt

Matt- The Nightmare took a vicious tire iron blow to the skull…the mere fact that Marcus Silverstone can stand under his own power is nothing short of a miracle from God…and you’re worried Steel Angel is taking too much time?!

Steel Angel quickly picks Marcus Silverstone up and throws Marcus Silverstone onto the top of the top table before Steel Angel turns, ducks out of the ring, and scales the massive ladder until he reaches the top. Steel Angel stands up on the very tippy top of the ladder and looks down at The Nightmare and the stack of tables far below him in the ring

Rick- Get ready…

Matt- Steel Angel might steal the show here…

Steel Angel crosses himself before leaping off the top of the ladder, executing a double moonsault before he comes crashing down with both feet firmly beneath him, executing a double moonsault double foot stomp onto Marcus Silverstone, driving Marcus Silverstone right through the second table and crashing down onto The Nightmare, causing the steel chair to be driven right into the throat and face of The Nightmare and driving all three men through the second table

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
“HOLY SHIT!”

Rick- HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

Matt- GOOD GOD ALL-FUCKING-MIGHTY!

The ref looks down into the carnage and sees Steel Angel is actually pinning both The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone so the ref begins counting

-1-

-2-

-3-

The ref calls for the bell

Rick- NO FUCKING WAY!

Matt- THAT WAS INSANE!

Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…and NEW #1 CONTENDER FOR THE IWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP…Steel Angel!

The ref helps Steel Angel from the tangle of body, broken wood, and mangled steel. As the ref helps Steel Angel, you can see that someone in that pile is bleeding due to the smeared blood that covers some of the wood splinters. The ref holds Steel Angel’s wrist aloft in victory as Steel Angel pounds his chest. A massive smile appears on Steel Angel’s face as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and makes a title motion around his waist

Rick- Steel Angel did it!

Matt- Steel Angel will meet the winner of the IWF World Heavyweight Championship match here tonight in the main event at Fallout next month for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship!

Steel Angel celebrates for a few moments before he bails out of the ring, walks up the entrance ramp, and goes backstage. A few minutes after Steel Angel disappears, the sound of “The Walls” by Dark Lotus echoes around the inside of the Enterprises Arena

Rick- What the fuck is this?

Matt- I have no idea

After a few minutes of the song playing eerily inside the arena, an ice cream truck suddenly hauls ass out from backstage and drives down the entrance ramp

Rick- Seriously…WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Matt- Seriously…I DON’T KNOW!

The ice cream truck screams down the entrance ramp and drives right down to the ring. A lone figure with what looks to be flaming hair leaps out of the passenger’s side of the ice cream truck wielding a tire iron

Rick- Who the hell is this guy?!

Matt- I have no idea…but his hair looks like it’s on fire!

The man with the tire iron slides into the ring and begins rummaging through the mass of broken bits of tables, steel, and flesh using the tire iron to move pieces of carnage out of the way. Meanwhile, a masked man is seen driving the ice cream truck and turning the ice cream truck around so that the back of the ice cream truck is now facing the inside of the ring. The man with the flaming hair reaches into the mass of broken table, steel, and flesh and removes the bodies of Marcus Silverstone and The Nightmare

Rick- Things might go from bad to worse for The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone here

Matt- I’d certainly say so

The man with the flaming hair walks over to the back of the ice cream truck and opens the back doors. The man with the flaming hair reaches into the back of the truck and removes two long lengths of chain which, upon further inspection, are bolted to the floor inside of the ice cream truck. The man with the flaming hair then wraps one length of chain around the legs and upper body of The Nightmare and one length of chain around the legs and upper body of Marcus Silverstone.

Rick- uh…

Matt- …WAIT! I THINK I KNOW WHO THAT GUY WITH THE FLAMING HAIR IS!

Rick- Who?!

Matt- I think his name is…The Jackyl

After securing the chains around both The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone, The Jackyl then walks over to the back of the ice cream truck again and pulls out a pair of bolt cutters. The Jackyl then uses the bolt cutters to cut the bottom rope of the ring in half, thus opening a massive gap between the ring apron and the second rope.

The Jackyl then throws the bolt cutters back inside the ice cream truck and then hops back inside the ice cream truck himself. As soon as The Jackyl is inside the ice cream truck, the man in the mask guns the engine and floors it. The ice cream truck goes shooting up the entrance ramp…causing the bodies of The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone to go flying out of the ring and slam down on the ringside mats.

Rick- SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!

Matt- THIS IS TOO MUCH!

The ice cream goes racing up the entrance ramp and disappears backstage, still dragging the bodies of The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone

Rick- WE NEED A CAMERA BACKSTAGE! QUICKLY!

Matt- HURRY THE FUCK UP!

After a few moments of no visibility, a camera shows the ice cream truck go racing through the backstage area and out into the parking lot. As soon as the ice cream truck reaches the parking lot, the ice cream truck begins doing doughnuts, causing the bodies of The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone to slam into some of the other cars in the parking lot.

Rick- The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone are being used as real life crash test dummies!

Matt- I feel like I want to look away and yet…I can’t…stop…watching…

After bashing The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone into a few cars, the ice cream truck suddenly stops and the masked man and The Jackyl get out. The masked man gets out of the driver’s side door while The Jackyl emerges from the back of the truck carrying a tank of gasoline. The Jackyl sets the tank of gas aside before helping the masked man grab the bodies of The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone and load both men into the back of the ice cream truck, still wrapped in their respective lengths of chains. The camera zooms in as The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone are deposited into the back of the ice cream truck and you can see that, sitting in the very back of the ice cream truck, are two massive drums of gas

Rick- Are those 55 gallon drums filled with gas?!

Matt- I don’t like where this is headed, Rick…

The masked man steps back as The Jackyl walks over and grabs the tank of gasoline. The Jackyl dumps some of the gas on The Nightmare and Marcus Silverstone’s bodies. The Jackyl finishes dumping out the gas before casting the tank of gas to the side. The Jackyl then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a long cigar. The Jackyl turns and looks at the masked man

The Jackyl
Got a light?

The masked man nods, reaches into his own pockets, and pulls out a lighter with the Scottish flag on it. The Jackyl leans in and lights the cigar from the masked man’s lighter. After a few puffs on the cigar, The Jackyl nods his head

The Jackyl
Time to end this little party with a bang…

The Jackyl then throws his cigar right into the back of the ice cream truck before he and the masked man turn and sprint away from the ice cream truck. The inside of the ice cream truck burns brightly for a few moments before a deafening explosion rocks the very foundations of the Enterprise Arena

Rick- HOLY FUCK!

Matt- SHIT! The Nightmare AND Marcus Silverstone WERE STILL INSIDE!

The camera zooms in on the towering inferno that was once an ice cream truck before cutting to commercial

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Stygian says: Wait...Chuck is back?! That makes me a sssaaadddd dragon

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"I came back...to build a legacy."

A replay is shown from a few weeks ago, with Sean Libby making his return to wrestling. The crowd cheers him, and shots of Sean in the ring, smiling at the crowd, are shown, to the tune of happy, serene music. The music suddenly cuts out, and switches to "The Sound of Madness." Tim is shown walking down the ramp.

"I am out here for a reason, Sean, and that reason, believe it or not, is to talk to you."

Tim and Sean are shown in the ring, staring each other down.

"Fact of the matter is, Sean, you came back to pursue a legacy, but the point that you're missing is that you had your legacy all lined up for the taking, and you let your golden opportunity slip through your fingers."

Sean looks upset at this.

"Do you remember The Pyramid? I sure as hell remember. I remember watching as you took your opponents to hell and back, all for a midcard title. You took yourself out of the match in an effort to win that belt."

A clip is shown from last year's From the Ashes.

Sean lifts the title, holding it high above his head. He turns to see Tyson slowly getting to his feet. Sean turns around, and spots Vinnie starting to move on the first cell. Tyson stands, and Libby looks at him, and waves. Tyson makes a grab for Libby, who runs out of the way and leaps off the top of the third cell. Libby does a full frontflip, soaring over the roof of the second cell, and landing with a massive legdrop onto Vinnie on the first cell.

“HOLY SHIT!”
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
“HOLY SHIT!”

Johnny – IN-FUCKING-CREDIBLE!

Rick – SEAN LIBBY! HE JUST…HE JUST…WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!

The shot returns to Tim and Sean in the ring.

"You're right. I lost sight of what I was after, and in the process, I became exactly what I was afraid I would become: Nothing. I need a match at From the Ashes...against you."

Tim stares at Sean.

"You're on."

The show cuts to ringside.

A electric guitar is playing in the arena

Understand, understand
Understand, understand
Understand, understand the concept of love uh!

Lights grow strong as the music gets louder and louder. The camera moves with the beats getting close ups on fans

Understand, understand
Understand, understand
Understand understand the concept of love uh

As the music continues the camera looks down at the ramp with a man in green and purple clothing is standing at the ramp

Understand, understand,
Understand, understand
Understand, understand the concept, the concept of love!

The man starts dancing on the stage and hops on the stage

Ready to Kick some-
Ready to Kick some-

Libby runs over to the barricade and jumps and hugs fans. Libby then jumps off them and high fives the rest of them on his way to the steel steps when he does he jumps over the top rope

What is love? Love is Free...

Libby runs to ringside and dances more then jumps inside the ring

Understand, understand
Understand, understand the concept of love uh!
Understand, understand
Understand, understand the concept of love uh!
Understand, understand, uh! Understand, understand the concept
The concept of love

Libby spins around the ring and jumps on the ropes and backflips in the ring

Uh! The concept of love
Uh! Uh! The concept of love
Ready to kick some ass!...

The music dies down and Libby has his jacket off and looks up at the crowd with a smile then looks at the audience.

Heather Thompson - The following is a Falls Count Anywhere match! Introducing first...from Framingham, Massachusetts, weighing tonight at 197 pounds...SEAN LIBBY!!!

Matt - LIBBEH!!!!!

Rick - Sean Libby in his second From the Ashes appearance! Tonight is all about his legacy...and whether or not he still has what it takes!

The lights go out in the arena. "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown plays. A spotlight shines in the rafters of the arena and shines on Tim Patrick. He begins to be slowly lowered down to the ring on a wire, halfway through, the spotlight turns off. A minute or so goes by and the arena lights come back on and Tim Patrick is standing in the ring. He's wearing a black IRA mask, black wrestling boots, blue jeans. When the bell rings, he removes his mask.

Heather Thompson - And the opponent...from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...weighing 230 pounds...TIM PATRICK!!

Rick - One of the most hardcore individuals in IWF history!

Matt - Tim came back for one more match...one match to put Sean to the ultimate test, to see if Sean is capable of entertaining this crowd!

Rick - He picked a hell of a crowd to do it. Chicago fans aren't easily won.

Matt - You know these are the same people who cheer for the Cubs, right?


Sean Libby [vs] Tim Patrick
Falls Count Anywhere

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Tim and Sean step towards the center of the ring. Tim extends his hand, and Sean shakes it, staring at his opponent. The two break the handshake, and retreat to their corners, watching the other. Sean shoots forward, looking to take Tim down. Tim drives an elbow into Sean's head, sending Sean away. Tim quickly follows up, pulling Sean close and lifting him in a suplex before dropping him to the mat. Tim slides out of the ring.

Rick - Here we go...

Matt - Falls Count Anywhere, and No Disqualifications. Anything can happen in this one!

Tim checks under the ring, pulling out various weapons and tossing them behind him.

Rick - Tim thrives in the hardcore environment. He lives for this stuff.

Tim grabs a kendo stick, and slides into the ring. Sean charges at Tim, who drives the stick into Libby's gut. Tim follows up with a sharp blow to Sean's spine, then another quick hit to Sean's skull. Sean stumbles towards the ropes, holding his head. Tim walks up behind him, wrapping the stick around Sean's chest, and using it to bring Sean crashing to the mat with a Russian legsweep. Tim slides out of the ring again, looking as his collection of weapons.

Matt - Tim has already decided exactly what kind of wrestling match this is going to be.

Rick - Fuck wrestling, this is going to be a bloodbath!

Tim picks up a trash can, rolling it into the ring. He tosses in two steel chairs and slides a table in as well before returning under the apron to dig for more weapons. In the ring, Sean gets to his feet, and picks up the chair. He sets it up near the ropes, retreating to the opposite side of the ring. Tim pulls a ladder from under the ring, lifting it to slide under the rope. Sean charges, stepping up onto the chair and leaping over the top rope. He collides with the ladder, which in turn crashes into Tim, sending both men to the ground on the outside.

Matt - Damn!

Rick - Smart move from Sean Libby!

Sean stands first, and picks up the ladder. He props it on the ring apron, forming a bridge between the apron and crowd barricade. Sean lifts Tim to his feet. Tim elbows Sean to the side of the head, but Sean shakes it off, carrying Tim to the ladder and resting him across it. Sean scrambles into the ring, and stomps down on Tim as he tries to get off the ladder. Sean climbs to the top rope. He dives off with a moonsault, but Tim rolls out of the way at the last moment, sending Sean crashing through the ladder. Tim lifts Sean to his feet, and drives him head-first into the barricade before throwing him over it.

Rick - And this fight is spilling into the crowd!

Matt - YES! CRAZY SHIT GONNA GO DOWN NOW!

Tim hops over the barrier, stalking Sean. He motions for the people in the front few rows to move. Sean slowly gets to his feet, and Tim charges, looking for a tackle. Sean sidesteps it, sending Tim crashing through the chairs. Sean kicks him in the gut, and lifts him to his feet.

Matt - Back and forth now. Momentum is switching back and forth faster than Corey Casey and his multiple personalities!

Sean punches Tim across the face, causing Tim to stumble back. The two trade punches, moving through the crowd. Tim throws a forearm, knocking Sean backwards. Sean bursts through the doors, into the lobby of the Enterprise arena.

Rick - Keep the camera on them!

Tim grabs Sean by the neck, moving towards the gift stand. Sean manages to stop himself, and throws Tim into it. Tim tumbles over the counter, into a display of IWF T-Shirts. Tim slowly stands, and sees Sean approaching. Tim throws a Chad Mason action figure at Sean, bouncing it off his head. Sean looks from the figure to Tim, then crushes the toy beneath his boot.

Matt - I don't think that really did any damage.

Rick - But we got to see Sean stomp on Chad Mason. That's always a plus.

Tim grabs a "LIBBEHHHHHHH" T-shirt from the stand, vaulting himself over the counter, and tackling Sean to the ground. Tim wraps the shirt around Sean's neck, choking him out.

Matt - Brutal.

Rick - Sean is getting choked out with a cotton and polyester blend, topped off with some irony!

Matt - Uh...

Sean tears the shirt away, ripping it to shreds in order to escape. Tim tosses the rags away, and chases after Sean, who moves away from the gift stand.

Matt - Sean on the retreat now!

Tim catches Sean, and throws him towards a pillar. Sean bounces off, rolling to the floor. Tim stomps down on him. Sean scurries across the floor, using a concession stand to try to get back to his feet. Tim continues to rain down stomps and punches on Sean. Sean grabs a cup of beer from the counter, throwing it in Tim's face. Tim stumbles back, wiping the beer from his eyes. Sean grabs Tim by the neck, and drags him towards the booth. He smashes Tim's face into the glass counter, which shatters, sprinkling the candy and popcorn on display with shards of broken glass.

Rick - Remind me not to buy snacks from that stand.

Tim falls to the ground, blood running from a sizeable gash in his forehead. Sean kicks Tim while he's down, and goes for a pin.

-1-

-2-

Tim kicks out.

Rick - First pinfall attempt of the match, and it's not even CLOSE to the ring!

Tim slowly tries to stand. Sean shoves him, sending Tim sliding across the polished floor, towards the front door of the arena. Tim stumbles out the door, and the two brawl across the front steps. Sean kicks Tim in the gut, then drives his fist down, beating Tim in the back. Tim falls to his hands and knees on the concrete. Sean steps back, and sends a vicious kick to Tim's gut. Tim falls down the steps, landing hard at the bottom. Sean follows him as Tim uses the step rail to get to his feet. Sean drives his knee into Tim's skull, rocking Tim. Sean grabs Tim's arm, throwing him towards the street. Tim manages to stop himself, just as a car roars past him.

Matt - Outside the arena now...this is nuts!

Sean runs up behind Tim, looking to throw him into the street. Tim steps back, elbowing Sean in the face. He drags Sean towards the parking lot, and whips him towards a car. Sean rolls across the hood, landing on the concrete beside it. Tim tries to open the car door, only to find it locked. He wipes blood from his face, and turns his attention back to Sean. He grabs Sean, lifting him onto his shoulders.

Rick - I think I see where this is going.

Tim runs at the car, throwing Sean headfirst into the driver's side window. Sean's head shatters the glass, and he rolls to the ground, bleeding badly. Tim reaches through the broken window, unlocking the car door. He grabs Sean's ankle, resting it in the car. He takes a few steps back.

Matt - Come on...

Tim runs forward, kicking the door and slamming it shut on Sean's ankle. Sean screams, clutching his foot. Tim goes for a cover.

-1-

-2-

-3-











Sean kicks out.

Rick - BARELY kicked out!

Tim lifts Sean to his feet yet again. Sean throws a desperation punch, which connects with Tim's jaw. Sean struggles to stand, but his leg gives way. He uses the car as support to get to his feet, but can't move away from the spot. Tim rushes Sean, looking to spear him into the car. Sean ducks, flipping Tim over his shoulders with a back body drop. Tim crashes onto the windshield, sending cracks across it. Sean crumples to the ground, still cradling his ankle. He slowly climbs on top of the car, throwing his arm across Tim's chest.

-1-

-2-

-3-
















Tim kicks out.

Rick - Seriously?

Sean pounds his fist on the hood of the car, rolling off. Tim kicks Sean away, and Sean stumbles backwards a few feet before his leg gives out again. Sean falls back, landing in the street. A loud horn is heard. The camera snaps up to show a moving truck speeding towards Sean. It turns at the last minute, veering off the road and crashing into a light post. The post does little to stop the truck, which continues sliding through the grass, plowing through the bushes and flowerbeds of Grant Park, and coming to a screeching halt near Buckingham Fountain.

Matt - IWF JUST CAUSED A CAR ACCIDENT. FUCK YES.

Rick - Shit. That's a lawsuit...

Tim slowly makes his way towards Sean. Sean crawls towards the truck, grabbing the ladder at the back, using it to stand. Tim kicks Sean in the gut, and smashes his face into the back of the truck. Blood splatters the door, but Sean grips the ladder, keeping his balance. Sean kicks Tim away, and begins climbing the ladder, to the top of the moving truck.

Matt - Sean getting the higher ground...

Rick - That's where he's most dangerous.

Tim climbs up after Sean. Sean kicks at Tim, trying to knock him from the ladder. Tim braces himself, taking the shot as he gets to the top. Sean pulls Tim to his feet, and tries for a DDT. Tim manages to keep his footing, and lifts Sean. He stumbles forward, and drops Sean with a powerslam on the top of the moving truck. He goes for the pin. Behind them, the referee just manages to reach the top, and counts it.

-1-

-2-

Sean kicks out. Tim stands, breathing hard, staring at Sean.

Rick - Tim has to be wondering right now what it's going to take to keep Libby down.

Matt - DEATH!

Tim stomps on Sean's skull, re-opening the wound. He stomps down on Sean's arm. He reaches down to lift Sean, but Sean punches Tim in the face, keeping him away. Tim steps back, then groans, and stomps on Sean's ankle again. He retreats to the opposite end of the truck. He charges at Sean, looking for a punt kick. Sean gets his legs up just in time, and monkey flips Tim up and over. Tim soars off the edge of the truck, plummeting down. A loud splash is heard as he lands in the fountain.

Rick - DAMN!

Matt - Sean just sent Tim flying, right into Buckingham Fountain!

Sean slowly stands. He looks down to see Tim, lying in the shallow pool, as the water slowly turns red around him from the blood. Tim struggles to stand, but can't move. Sean gets to his feet, looking down at Tim.

Matt - He wouldn't.

Sean screams, pointing back across the street at the Enterprise Arena. He leaps from the truck, doing a flip before landing a huge legdrop across Tim's chest. Sean and Tim lie in the fountain, neither man moving.

"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"HOLY SHIT!"

Rick - HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT!

Matt - JUST LIKE LAST YEAR! Sean Libby, leaping from the top of The Pyramid, taking himself out of the match...He may have just made the same mistake twice!

Sean slowly stirs, crawling towards Tim. He collapses on top of Tim, and the referee slaps the water.

-1-

-2-

-3-
















[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Here is your winner.....SEAN LIBBY!!!

Rick - HE FUCKING DID IT!

Matt - BIGGEST STAGE OF THEM ALL! Sean Libby beat Tim Patrick...and what the fuck happened?!

Rick - THEY AREN'T EVEN IN THE BUILDING!

Matt - Sean came in tonight, not worrying about winning or losing. Sean's goal was to put on a great match...

Rick - Think he pulled it off?

The camera pans across the crowd, who are on their feet.

"IWF!" "IWF!" "IWF!" "IWF!"

Matt - I'd fucking say so!

The show fades, the only sounds being the crowd's thunderous cheers and chants until the show finally cuts to backstage.

Isabella Lya Sanchez sits at her desk, talking on the phone.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
Understood. No, I didn't know about anything like-

A voice is heard on the other end, but nothing can be distinguished.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
Rest assured, I will get to the bottom of it.......Yes.......yes, of course.....I-

She pauses, staring up from her desk.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
Can we discuss this later? I think I have business to attend to.

She slowly hangs up, never taking her eyes off the person off-screen. Chuck Matthews walks in, with Chalida Morris clinging to his arm.

Chuck Matthews
Miss Sanchez.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
Mr. Matthews.

Chuck smirks.

Chuck Matthews
I hear you're the....what exactly is your position again?

Isabella straightens up proudly.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
I am a personal representative of the IWF Board of Directors, and have been put in charge-

Chuck Matthews
I didn't need a life story. But...you know, I thought I would remind you that I've been named the new General Manager of Battle Grounds. Not sure if you heard that announcement or anything.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
The board never mentioned-

Chuck Matthews
The board has already given their approval. I just came to let you know...Battle Grounds is under my control. I don't know who you're blowing to get this little authority spot on my show...but you will not undermine me. You will stay out of my affairs, and we will get along just fine.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
I will not be intimidated by you, Mr. Matthews. I will have you know that the board-

Chuck suddenly gasps, and points to something just above Isabella's left shoulder.

Chuck Matthews
Oh! Did you see that? That's the last fuck I had to give about the board or any of their ridiculous decisions! It just flew away!

Chalida giggles, and Chuck smirks before quickly covering his expression with a more serious one.

Chuck Matthews
Stay out of my business, Sanchez.

He turns to walk away, but Isabella stops him.

Isabella Lya Sanchez
How exactly did you get your position anyway, Matthews? Last I checked, Brandon was in charge of Battle Grounds.

Chalida steps forward, gently stroking the underside of Isabella's jaw with her finger.

Chalida Morris
Aww, poor Izzy...

She leans forward and whispers in Isabella's ear.

Chalida Morris
Did your precious board forget to send you the memo?

She smiles wickedly. Chuck grins, and the two of them turn and walk out. Isabella watches them leave, then slowly picks up her phone again as the show cuts to commercial.

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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- Well folks, the following match doesn’t even need a hype video…because this match has been building for years and years!

Matt- We couldn’t even make a hype video even if we wanted to because there is just too much video footage for us to cram into one little five minute spot! You folks would be here all night watching footage!

Rick- SBK vs. Crimson Skull…a feud that has been building since the early days NLWF…and it will finally culminate once and for all here tonight!

The camera cuts over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring

Heather Thompson- The following match will be held inside the Reaper’s House of Horrors. The rules of this match are as follows. Both men will enter a Hell in a Cell type structure, as designed by Crimson Skull himself. Hanging from the ceiling of the Hell in a Cell are various weapons to be used at each competitor’s discretion. The cage will be locked keeping both contestant’s inside the structure at all times. The winner will be declared under Last Man Standing Rules. Introducing first—

*thunder claps loudly throughout the arena, the sound of pouring rain comes over the sound system. Thunder claps again as a child's eerie voice is heard singing an old nursery rhyme.

A tisket a tasket, the scarecrow's out his casket

Thunder claps even louder this time

Turn out the lights and lock the doors, praying that he passes

The lights go out in the arena and all is silent.

A moment passes, and suddenly a green lightning bolt strikes the stage. The music to "Audit" by Traumatosis begins to play and images from Crimson Skull's long career play over the screen of the tron.
Smoke begins to billow up from behind the stage and down the ramp.

Come on inside. We've been waiting some time.
You know we try to be kind. Just don't step out of line
or you will pay the price.
Don't waste our time or it's the firing line.

You're being followed and your only escape
is our most generous assistance but it doesn't come cheap.
You gotta pay the price.
You won't break out this time. You are our great design.

This pain that you've hidden away, audit.
This hurt makes the pain go away we promise.
This pain that you've hidden away, audit.
This memory, now in the hands of me.

We're gonna to set you free.

After these lyrics play we see the silhouette of Crimson Skull in the smoke coming up on the entrance stage. He slowly walks out onto the stage from behind all the smoke and the lightning flashes throughout the entire arena. He starts walking slowly down the ramp.

Heather Thompson- From Louisville, Kentucky…Weighing in at 326 Pounds…Crimson Skull!

Rick- What a legendary career it has been for both Crimson Skull and Johnny Styles!

Matt- And what a legendary feud it has been! Don’t forget, these two men have been going to war with each other for nearly 3 or 4 years now!

Rick- A bitter abd bloody feud…culminating in this satanic and barbaric match…almost fitting that these two legends should end their careers on the biggest stage IWF has to offer in a match no one has ever even seen before, never mind wrestled in!

Your peace is borrowed and now we want it back.
You know you better not fuck us or we'll fuck you right back.
You gotta pay the price and you must decide
if it is worth keeping pain denied.

This pain that you've hidden away, audit.
This hurt makes the pain go away we promise.
This pain that you've hidden away, audit.
This memory, now in the hands of me

and you will set me free.

Come on inside...

Crimson Skull has now made it to ring steps. Slowly and one at a time he walks up the steps.

Your life is hollow, judging from your results.
Just see this as an investment in what you can become.
Now aren't we nice? We give you peace of mind
by leaving your fears behind.

He enters the ring by going over the top rope.

You're being swallowed by our devious lies
that we compose to ensnare you and keep your prices high.
You know you paid the price. Don't think twice
of leaving your friends behind.

He stands in the center of the ring, removing his trenchcoat. He tosses it to the side and throws his hands up above his head. Once he does this, the four ring posts are all hit by green lightning bolts, sending them up in flames. He slowly lowers his arms and looks straight into the camera.

This pain that you've hidden away, audit.
This hurt makes the pain go away we promise.
This pain that you've hidden away, audit.
This memory, now in the hands of me.

He cuts his throat with his thumb quickly and the flames the cease. The music fades and the lights slowly brighten again.

Heather Thompson- And his opponent…

JOHNNY ALWAYS WORE BLACK'

The words blare over the speakers as clapping begins to take over the speakers.

'YOU CAN RUN ON FOR A LONG TIME ... RUN ON FOR A LONG TIME ... RUN ON FOR A LONG TIME'

The Lights in the arena cutoff and a single spot light shins over the IWF entrance ramp

'SOONER OR LATER GOD'S GONNA CUT YOU DOWN ... SOONER OR LATER GOD'S GONNA CUT YOU DOWN'

Standing there with the spotlight shinning is Johnny Styles wearing a black trench coat and matching cowboy style hat. Smoke begins to engulf the ramp, as Johnny slowly begins his march towards the ring his jacket dragging behind him, his every step matching the beat.

Heather Thompson- From Boston, Massachusetts…Weighing in at 225 Pounds…He is an IWF Hall of Famer…”The Strike Back Kid” Johnny Styles!

Rick- SBK…the man who helped to not only revolutionize NLWF…but the man who helped to revolutionize this entire industry!

Matt- And don’t forget, SBK was the man who forced Crimson Skull into a semi-early retirement last time! If there is anyone who can put the legendary Crimson Skull back in his casket, it’s SBK!

Rick- This match is going to be the stuff legends are made of…I can feel it!

'HE CALLED MY NAME AND MY HEART STOOD STILL ... WHEN HE SAID JOHN GO DO MY WILL'

The crowd gives him mixed reactions but he doesn’t seem fazed by it. He looks around slowly before making his way down the smoky ramp. Styles reaches the bottom of the ramp and looks around. Fans boo him and shout things at him but Johnny Styles eyes glare at all of them

'TELL EM THAT GOD'S GONNA CUT THEM DOWN ... TELL EM THAT GOD'S GONNA CUT THEM DOWN'

Styles begins his walk up the steel steps and on to the apron, he ducks between the ropes to enter the ring. He marches to the center of the ring, before he tips his hat forward, taking it off along with the jacket. Sending white flames from each of the turnbuckles

Johnny Styles stands in the center of the ring staring across the ring, straight into the eyes of Crimson Skull. Crimson Skull shows no expression whatsoever as he stares down SBK. The referee calls for the bell and both men remain still, just staring each other down.


Double Retirement Match
Reaper’s House of Horrors
"SBK" Johnny Styles [vs.] Crimson Skull

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Rick- Neither of these men have moved, and this is a matchup that has been six years in the making.

Matt- I know I have been looking forward to this match for months now! I don’t know why neither man has moved. Crimson Skull has been onto Johnny’s case for a long time, and it would seem that these men hate each other more than anything in this world.

Rick- I don’t think this has anything to do with hate. These men have known each other a very long time. Over their lengthy careers, they had developed a sort of friendship in the business, until Johnny Styles betrayed Crimson Skull’s trust by taking part in an affair with Crimson Skull’s then wife, Tamara.

Matt- In Johnny’s defense however, we all know about his problems with addictions in the past, he may not have been in his right mind at the time.

Rick- You’re very right. Crimson Skull has noticed that and forgave Johnny for that because of the fact of his addictions. But you have got to remember, when Johnny Styles asked for an early retirement years ago, it was Crimson Skull who gave it to him.

Matt- That’s also true. Now, Skull expects the favor to be returned, as well as getting out all of his pent-up aggression for the infidelity of his former wife.

Rick- Let us also mention that Crimson Skull has NEVER lost inside this type of match.

Matt- That is correct, Rick. This is Crimson Skull’s structure. He designed this match, he knows every possible way to pick up a win here tonight. He said it himself, this match is bigger than either Johnny Styles or Crimson Skull. It is to determine who is the greatest of all time.

Rick- It looks as if business is about to pick up.

Crimson Skull and Johnny Styles simultaneously step forward to meet each other in the center of the ring. They stare each other down for what seems like an eternity. The crowd is going nuts, one side chanting for one superstar and the other side chanting for the other superstar. Fans of the older generation and fans of the newer generation are showing their respect for these two legends. Johnny Styles extends his hand to Crimson Skull in a show of respect. Crimson Skull stares at his hand for a few moments before slowly returning the gesture and shaking his hand. The crowd goes nuts. Crimson Skull lets go of Johnny Styles’ hand and immediately brings his thumb to his throat and cuts it across. Thunder echoes throughout the arena.

Rick- Crimson Skull, ever the master of the mind games!

Matt- I’ve got to admit it Rick. Any time that I’m around this guy, even sitting this far from him, Crimson Skull always makes me feel uneasy. This guy can snap in the drop of a hat and go insane on anyone and everyone.

Rick- Don’t forget his powers over the supernatural. Johnny Styles has got to be remembering the last time he stood inside this very structure.

Matt- We all know that Styles has back problems. It was this very match against Crimson Skull 6 years ago that Styles received his broken back.

Crimson Skull and Johnny Styles are pacing around in circles now eyeing each other up. The crowd is showing their favoritism for each of their respective favorite legend in the ring. It seems the crowd is split in half as their chants are battling each other.

SBK!
CRIMSON SKULL!
SBK!
CRIMSON SKULL!

SBK!
CRIMSON SKULL!

SBK!
CRIMSON SKULL!

They rush towards each other and lock up. They struggle for a moment before Crimson Skull sends Johnny Styles tumbling head over heels into the far corner.

Rick- A show of strength by Crimson Skull!

Matt- And the crowd is giving their thoughts as well.

SKULL IS GONNA KILL YOU!
SKULL IS GONNA KILL YOU!

Styles gets up and brushes himself off. Skull smirks and points to the crowd as they chant, which makes it louder. Styles immediately runs back in to lock up with Skull again. They struggle again for a few moments until Styles wriggles free and lands a hard right into the face of Crimson Skull. Skull’s head barely turns at the punch as he grips his jaw and smiles back at Johnny Styles. He returns a hard right. So does Styles. The two stand there trading blows for what seems like an eternity.

Rick- These two men are just going to beat the hell out of each other!

Matt- Forget technique! These two are trading punches left and right and neither is showing fatigue!

They continue trading punches until Skull keeps landing harder and harder blows. Styles begins to slow on his punches and eventually begins inching away from Crimson Skull. Pretty soon Styles just stands there taking continuous right hooks from Skull.

Rick- And Styles is the first to be winded from this beat down!

Skull continues to throw punches until Styles kicks Skull in the midsection, breaking Skull’s stride.

Matt- Styles may have just saved himself from a facial reconstruction surgery.

Skull recovers quickly and delivers a knee thrust into the midsection of Johnny Styles. He irish whips Styles into the corner and charges after him. Styles crashes into the corner as Skull charges. Styles moves out of the way at the last possible section and Skull rams his rib cage into the turnbuckle.

Matt- Styles barely avoiding that turnbuckle clothesline from Crimson Skull.

Skull is holding his ribcage and Styles is running towards the ropes. He rebounds off the ropes and leaps into the air delivering a cross body onto Crimson Skull.

Rick- Johnny Styles capitalizing with his greater agility over Skull.

Crimson Skull catches Johnny Styles in midair. Skull maneuvers Styles into the position he wants him and body slams him, hard onto the mat. Styles immediately flinches in pain, favoring his back. Skull grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet.

Rick- Crimson Skull showing his superior power yet again.

Skull has Styles by the hair, and takes ahold of Styles’ tights. He rushes towards the ropes and launches Johnny Styles head first into the steel cage’s walls.

Matt- And Skull is wasting no time using this cage to his advantage.

Rick- If I were Johnny Styles, I would even the odds between the size differences and somehow get ahold of one of those weapons.

Skull stands over Johnny Styles who is still recovering from ramming into the steel cage. Skull helps Styles to his feet mainly by pulling him by his hair yet again. Skull rushes again towards the opposite side and launches Styles into that wall of the cage.

Matt- If this keeps up, it is going to be a short contest.

Rick- I wouldn’t count SBK out just yet. He may be receiving some wear and tear right now, but this match is just started.

Skull hesitates watching Styles writhing in pain on the mat of the ring. A smile spreads across his face. He goes to pull Styles up by the hair again, but just as Styles is back onto his knees, he low blows Crimson Skull. The crowd shows that they felt that one.

Matt- Anything goes! Anything goes!

Rick- Styles trying to chop Crimson Skull down to his level.

Crimson Skull is crouched over, holding his jewels in pain. Styles runs to the ropes and on the rebound gives a diving forearm to the chest of Crimson Skull. Skull staggers back a few steps, but remains standing.

Rick- 13 minutes into this bout and Crimson Skull is yet to be brought off of his feet!

Matt- Johnny Styles knows that his only chance at winning this match is to bring Skull down to ground level, to even the playing field.

Styles looks baffled as he goes to another side of the ring and rebounds off the ropes delivering another flying forearm to Skull. Skull staggers back again a few steps, but remains standing.

Rick- Unbelievable! Crimson Skull is still standing!

Styles is in pure shock now as he angrily runs towards the ropes again and on the rebound goes for another flying forearm. Crimson Skull catches him in midair and spins him around for a massive spinning scoop slam. Styles calls out in pain as the crowd pops yet again.

Rick- Crimson Skull capitalizing with a powerhouse move, trying to buy him some time from Styles’ sudden outburst of speed.

Skull gets back to his feet. He goes to one of the turnbuckles and climbs to the top.

Rick- And it looks as if Crimson Skull is going to be the first to go for one of the weapons attached to this cage.

Skull is working on unhooking a lead pipe from its chain above the turnbuckle as SBK is getting to his feet on spaghetti legs.

Matt- And Johnny Styles is back to his feet. He looks a bit groggy.

Styles gets his whereabouts and sees Crimson Skull going for one of the weapons. Skull unhooks the lead pipe. SBK takes off running towards the turnbuckle and climbs it in his sprint. He hooks his hands around Crimson Skull’s waist and launches Skull off of the turnbuckle with a German Suplex.

Rick- MY GOD!

Matt- Out of nowhere! Johnny Styles displaying his superior speed yet again as he has catapulted Crimson Skull from the top turnbuckle.

SBK kips up from the mat, as the crowd is going nuts. He goes over to where the lead pipe has landed.

Matt- Now we’re going to see the hardcore side to SBK.

Rick- I’ve went back and watched the Crimson Skull/Johnny Styles Reaper’s House of Horrors match from ’05 at least 10 times this week. And I must say, this is the first time that Johnny Styles has been in control of the match like he is this time.

SBK picks up the lead pipe and stares at it in his hands. Crimson Skull has begun to stir on the mat as he is slowly getting to his feet. Styles stalks over Crimson Skull with the lead pipe in his hand. Crimson Skull stands with his back to SBK as SBK brings the pipe down hard on Skull’s back. Skull collapses to his knees.

Rick- I don’t think I have seen SBK this menacing, or this calculating.

Matt- I think SBK has realized that in order to beat Crimson Skull in his own match, he needs to think like Crimson Skull.

SBK swings with the lead pipe and crashes it across the back of Crimson Skull, sending Skull collapsing to the mat. SBK points to the ref to start counting.

-1-
-2-
-3-
-4-

Skull stirs again, crawling to his knees.

-5-
-6-

Skull stands up and faces SBK as SBK has the lead pipe poised and ready to swing.

Rick- Is that even possible?

Skull has a smile on his face. He motions for SBK to bring it.

Matt- Crimson Skull is literally smiling! After those hits from the lead pipe, he is freaking smiling!

Rick- Crimson Skull said that we were going to see a side of him that hasn’t been seen in a few years.

SBK shakes his head as he goes for another swing, this time ramming the pipe into the midsection of Crimson Skull. Skull doubles over in pain and begins laughing. SBK looks shocked and disgusted as Skull starts to laugh. Skull looks up at SBK again with a smile on his face.

Crimson Skull
Come on, John.

SBK rams the pipe into the midsection of Skull yet again.

Rick- It seems as if Skull is begging SBK to do this.

Matt- Crimson Skull has a plan. He always has a plan.

Skull doubles over again as SBK brings the pipe down across the back of Skull as he falls to his knees.
He starts laughing even harder. SBK has begun to show his frustration. He curses as he holds the pipe high up above his head ready to bring it down on the head of Crimson Skull.

Rick- What the…

SBK drops the lead pipe as Crimson Skull has thrown his hand around the throat of SBK.

Matt- OUT OF NOWHERE! Crimson Skull has SBK right where he wants him!

Skull lifts SBK up by the throat and plants him with a thunderous chokeslam. Skull falls to his knees as soon as he delivers the chokeslam. He grabs ahold of the lead pipe and uses it as leverage to pull himself up.

Rick- Apparently that chokeslam took a lot out of Skull.

The ref begins his count.

-1-
-2-
-3-
-4-
-5-
-6-

SBK begins to stir on the mat, crawling for the ropes.

-7-

SBK pulls himself up with the ropes to a standing position. Skull hobbles around using the pipe as SBK is barely standing by holding onto the ropes. Skull glances over at SBK and tosses the pipe aside. He stumbles to the center of the ring and motions for SBK to meet him. SBK slowly makes his way to the center of the ring as well.

Rick- What are they going to do?

SBK gets within reaching distance of Crimson Skull and throws a punch. Skull returns a punch. Then SBK.
Then Skull.

Matt- This isn’t a wrestling match anymore. This is a damn fight![b]

They continue trading punches until SBK begins to show sluggishness in his punches. Skull keeps up his pace with the punches as SBK begins to slowly back away. SBK begins to stagger backwards as Skull levels him with a big boot.

[b]Rick- Yet again, Skull overpowering SBK.

Skull walks away to another turnbuckle, this time going for the barbed wired 2x4.

Matt- Now Skull is going to take this match to the next level.

Skull has unhooked the 2x4 and is stalking Johnny Styles as he is using the ropes to balance himself. Skull raises the 2x4 high above his head and brings it down across the back of SBK. SBK screams out in pain as some of the crowd erupts in crowds, other boo. The crowd towards the entrance ramp begins to erupt in a commotion that travels throughout the crowd.

Rick- Who the hell?!

Someone is running down the ramp with a pair of bolt cutters in one hand, and a steel chair in the other.

Matt- THAT’S CARMINE! CARMINE VESITIERI! HE’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?!

Carmine snaps the chain holding the door together, blasts the referees on the outside with the chair to get them out of his way.

Rick- Carmine’s career with IWF ended at Isolation 2 whenever Johnny Styles got involved in the match between Crimson Skull and Carmine as part of the stipulations.

Matt- He may be out here to get his revenge on Johnny Styles!

Carmine slides into the ring and hoists the chair up. He slams it across the back of Crimson Skull, the crack of the steel against his spine can be heard throughout the arena.

Rick- What the hell?!

Matt- Maybe Carmine believes that Crimson Skull is to blame for his termination!

Skull flinches, slightly. But turns around to face Carmine not even phased from the chair shot. Carmine’s face shows shock and horror as he swings with the chair again, this time cracking Skull in the head with it. Skull stumbles back a step or two. Carmine continues the onslaught with the chair slamming it into the head of Crimson Skull.

Rick- Carmine is like a man possessed!

Carmine goes to swing the chair yet again, but Skull punches the chair straight into Carmine.

Matt- That should have put a stop to this interruption!

Carmine falls to the ground and Skull rips the chair from his hands. Skull tosses the chair to the side and goes to the outside of the ring. He drags Carmine out of the ring with him.

Rick- And now the fury of Crimson Skull cannot be held in any longer. His eyes are on fire!

Matt- He’s probably pissed that someone has gotten involved in his final match. Look out ref!

The referee from the inside of the cage is trying to stop Skull from exiting the cage. Skull levels him with a big boot.

Skull throws Carmine to the outside of the cage. Carmine stumbles and falls in front of the security barricade. Skull walks over to a camera man, and rips the camera from his hands. He throws the camera over at Carmine, hitting him in the side of the head with it. Skull rips the cable out of the camera and goes after Carmine with it.

Rick- What the hell is Skull doing?

Skull begins wrapping the cable around the neck of Carmine.

Matt- I don’t like where this is going.

Skull pulls the cable tight as Carmine is gagging. Skull walks to the side of the cage and begins to climb.

Rick- Oh my god, don’t do it Skull! He’s going to hang Carmine from the cage!

Skull begins pulling Carmine up with him.

Matt- Carmine has no choice but to do as Crimson Skull says, otherwise he will choke to death.

Skull keeps pulling until he and Carmine are on top of the cage. The crowd is going ballistic.
Skull beats on Carmine for a few more moments, Carmine is defenseless as he has been drained from the onslaught of Crimson Skull. Skull kicks Carmine to the midsection and gets him in the powerbomb position between his legs.

Matt- NO! Don’t do it!

Rick- If he’s going to do what I think he is going to do, he might just kill Carmine!

Skull runs his thumb across his throat signaling the end for Carmine. He lifts Carmine up above his head and goes for The Redeemer. He walks to the edge of the cage and launches Carmine over the top of the cage, sending him crashing down to the Spanish announce table.

Rick- LOOK OUT!

Matt- HOLY SHIT!

Spanish announcers- PADRE MI DIOS!!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

Skull is looking down below at Carmine’s lifeless body as the EMTs have began to scramble towards the Spanish announce table to check on Carmine. They bring a gurney down and begin strapping him down to it.

Rick- Look! It’s SBK!

Skull was tied up with Carmine and too busy to notice that Johnny Styles has regained himself and climbed to the top of the cage as well. SBK begins landing punches on Skull, trying to push him towards the edge. Skull takes a step back, it doesn’t hit solid. It misses the edge of the cage.

Rick- OH NO! CRIMSON SKULL IS GOING TO FALL!

Skull stumbles for a second, trying to regain his balance. He grabs SBK by the hair, trying to pull him down with him.

Matt- If Skull goes down, he’s taking Styles with him!

SBK tries to pull away from Crimson Skull, but Skull’s strength and weight are too much. SBK doubles over and lifts Skull up and over with a back body drop on the top of the cage, away from the edge.

Rick- And that was a nice evasive maneuver. This contest is still going fast pace.

When Skull landed, a corner of the section of cage he landed on gave way. Styles tries to walk on the beams to avoid walking on the weak section of the cage. Skull rolls to his stomach and begins getting back to his feet. He’s still standing on the weakened part of the cage as he starts to creak and snap, lowering Skull. He steps over to another section of cage to avoid falling 12 feet to the ring below. Styles takes advantage of Skull being distracted and runs full speed towards him, at the last second Skull picks up Styles into a spinning spinebuster, but right before impact, Styles reverses into an End Result, right onto the weakened part of the cage. Both me hit the cage, then fall to the mat below.

Rick- SBK! SBK! SBK!

Matt- Styles reversed at the last possible second and planted Skull with an End Result! It may have cost both men, but Skull has been dealt with the majority of the blow.

Both men are lying still on the ring below.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

A new referee runs down to the ring. He gets inside the ring and begins a 10 count.

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-2-
-3-

Both men are still laying lifeless.

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-5-
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SBK has begun to stir to his feet, he pulls himself up with the ropes.

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Skull sits up and looks to SBK. Styles has his back to Crimson Skull as he is going after the barbed wire 2x4. The crowd erupts in cheers as Skull has sat up and gathers to his feet.

Rick- Styles! Turn around, turn around!

Styles picks up the barbed wire 2x4 and turns around to see Crimson Skull standing before him. Styles jumps in shock as Skull kicks him in the midsection and lifts him up for a Redeemer. Styles drops the barbed wire 2x4 and Skull repositions himself. He brings SBK slamming down onto the barbed wire 2x4.

Matt- A Redeemer on top of the Barbed Wire!

Styles screams in pain and rolls over to his stomach with the 2x4 sticking out of is back. Skull removes the 2x4 and exits the ring. The ref begins counting.

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-3-

Rick- What is Skull doing with the barbed wire?

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Matt- He’s taking it off of the 2x4 and wrapping it around the bottom of his boot.

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Styles begins to stir again. He crawls to the ropes for assistance again.

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Styles gets up to his feet.

Rick- This match was almost over!

Matt- No, this match is nowhere near being over.

Styles stumbles around and exits the ring as well. He comes up to Skull as Skull Irish Whips him into the outside part of the cage. Skull takes a few steps back and runs towards SBK, lifting up his foot for a Big Boot.

Rick- Skull’s boot is laced with barbed wire!

Matt- SBK ducks it!

Skull’s boot slams against the cage and sticks into it. SBK gets back to his feet. Skull is struggling to get his boot removed from the cage.

Rick- That barbed wire must have gotten tangled into the cage’s mesh!

Matt- Crimson Skull is a sitting duck!

Styles has found the lead pipe again. He goes to Crimson Skull and rams the pipe into the right leg of Skull as it is still stuck to the cage. Skull howls in pain as SBK continues to blast away with the pipe.
After a few strikes from the pipe, Skull’s leg is dislodged from the cage. Skull writhes in pain on the floor as he tries to stand up.

Rick- Styles is smirking now.

Matt- He’s probably glad to be back in control of the match.

Styles walks over to where the security officials and EMTs are still tending to Carmine. They’ve loaded him up on the gurney loader truck. Styles superkicks a security official and begins searching his belt.

Rick- No one is safe in this match!

Styles pulls out the handcuffs he is looking for and holds them up for the crowd to see. They begin to cheer.

Matt- I don’t like where this is going!

Styles turns around with the cuffs in hand and is blasted by the ring bell from Crimson Skull.

DONG!

Rick- Out of nowhere!

Skull limps over to pick up the cuffs. He puts them in his pocket and tosses the ring bell up on top of the cage.
Skull pulls Styles up and lays him on top of the announce table. Skull turns around and begins climbing the cage.

Rick- No, not this! Don’t do it Skull, you’ll kill yourself!

Matt- This isn’t the Spanish Announce Table!

Skull continues making his slow ascent up the cage wall. The crowd begins cheering wildly suddenly.
Someone is running down to the ring.

Rick- Is that?

Matt- That’s Tails! That’s Johnny Styles’ brother Tails! And he’s got a baseball bat!

Tails runs around the cage and to the announce table. He rolls Styles off of it and turns his attention to Skull. Tails begins climbing the cage after Skull and quickly catches up to him. Johnny Styles has begun to crawl towards the cage, reaching out saying “no”. Tails hammers Skull in the back with the baseball bat, Skull slumps from the cage, hanging on by only one hand.

Rick- Look out! He’s going to fall!

Tails hammers Skull again and Skull falls off of the cage. He catches the end of the announce table and it breaks under his weight.

Rick- My God!

Matt- My Diet Soda!

Sparks fly from the announcer’s broadcast televisions as Tails has got back to the floor to tend to his brother.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

Rick- This match is over! Crimson Skull just fell 20 feet from the cage and through our announce table!

Matt- And spilt my Diet Soda!

The ref begins counting.

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-2-
-3-
-4-

Styles is still pulling himself up with the help of Tails but keeps collapsing due to exhaustion.

-5-
-6-
-7-

Styles is to his feet now.

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A hand shoots up from the wreckage of the announce table.

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Crimson Skull stands up, bleeding from various gashes on his arms from the table. He is holding one of the announcer’s small tv’s. Tails and Styles are unaware of Skull behind them, until Skull blasts Tails in the back of the head with the tv set.

Rick- HOW IS CRIMSON SKULL STANDING!

Styles goes to charge at Skull but Skull levels him with the TV set as well. Skull stands SBK up against the cage with his hand pushed through one of the mesh holes in the cage.

Matt- That’s clever. Skull doesn’t want this match to end, he’s forcing SBK to stay on his feet.

Skull takes out the handcuffs and goes to Tails. He drags Tails over to the cage and stands him up as well. He handcuffs one of Tails’ wrists to the cage and walks away.

Rick- We witnessed what he did to Carmine! What on earth could he possibly have in mind for Tails?

Skull throws the EMTs and security officials out of the way and hops on the medical transport truck. He wheels it over in front of Tails and rams it up against his legs, pinning Tails’ legs against the steel cage.
Skull opens the hood of the medical transport truck and removes a set of battery jumping cables.

Rick- No, don’t do it! Don’t do it!

Skull hooks them up to the battery and clicks them together. Sparks fly from the terminal clasps. Skull then attaches the clasps to the handcuffs of Tails. There is a loud popping noise and sparks begin to fly from the whole cage. Tails’ body is jerking with the electricity flowing throw it, Styles’ as well.

Rick- This is just sick!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

The transport cart’s battery catches fire and both Tails and Styles stop moving.

Rick- That is the most horrifying thing I ever witnessed inside a wrestling ring!

Skull goes over to Styles and pulls him free of the cage. He hoists Styles’ limp body over his shoulder and begins climbing.

Matt- Come on Skull, just end the match! What more could you possibly do to this man?

Skull continues climbing slowly, taking Styles’ limp body with him. He makes it to the top of the cage and drops Styles onto the top of the cage. Skull stands to his feet. He’s breathing heavily and looking down at Styles. He slowly brings his thumb up to his neck and slowly cuts it across signaling the end.

Rick- And so this is how it ends! Two legends truly putting on a legendary match!

Matt- Wait?! Who is that coming to the ring now?!

Parker Wayde, Ruby Winters, and Marcus Silverstone have all made it down the ramp and are going for the cage. The referee is standing in their way at the entrance ramp. Marcus Silverstone clotheslines the referee. Parker has a chair and all three are climbing the cage now. Skull sees this and his waiting on them. They all come up from different sides and are inching closer to Skull.

Rick- Haven’t they watched what Skull has done to anyone who has interrupted this match so far?

Matt- Carmine still hasn’t moved, Tails is still smoking. What do they expect can happen to them?!

Skull is motioning for them to come on, just as Johnny Styles’ hand grabs the pants of Crimson Skull.

Rick- HE’S ALIVE!

Matt- Easy Dr. Frankenstein. Of course he’s alive, he’s been kicking around for a few seconds now!

Skull keeps changing his glances from Natural Law to Johnny Styles.

Rick- Look on the ramp, there’s Chad Mason!

Matt- He’s smart. He sent his peons to do his bidding, while he stays out of harm’s way.

SBK pulls himself up to level footing and throws his fist back to catch Crimson Skull, but then he sees Parker, Ruby, and Marcus. SBK looks at Skull and nods then turns to face Natural law’s three fledglings.

Rick- THIS IS AMAZING! After the hell these two men have put each other through, they’re going to put it all aside and fight off these three!

Matt- Styles wasn’t telling Tails no because he was afraid Skull would hurt Tails, he was telling him no so that they could keep this match between the two of them.

Marcus and Ruby charge in first, meeting Skull and Styles in the center of the roof of the cage. They go at it trading blows while Parker slips off to the side.

Rick- LOOK! IT’S PORTER MACLEOD!

Matt- Who the fuck else is going to get involved in this match? Five bucks says Tom Sykes is the next one out!

Rick- And Porter’s wearing a referee’s shirt! This could be good!

Matt- Porter was the middle man in the epic Skull/SBK rivalry. He is a friend to both men, it is only fitting that he be the one to call this match!

Porter climbs the cage in a matter of seconds. He comes up behind Parker who is swinging the chair back over his head to bring it down upon the back of the unsuspecting Crimson Skull. Porter pulls the chair out of Parkers hands. Parker turns around shocked and is blasted with a steel chair!

Rick- Hell yes! Even out the odds Porter!

Porter swings again, this time catching Marcus in the back. Skull capitalizes and lifts him up for a chokeslam. Skull slams Marcus down hard on one of the joint beams going across the cage’s top. Porter spins Ruby Winters around. He stares at her enormous tits for a second then grabs her by the face. He pulls her in for a big kiss.

Matt- THAT’S IT! THAT MAN RIGHT THERE, IS MY NEW FAVORITE WRESTLER OF ALL TIME! YEAH PORTER!

Ruby shoves Porter away disgusted, but gets turned around and Styles superkicks her, sending her flipping head over heels backwards.

Rick- Looks like Natural Law has been completely dismantled by these Old School Rebels.

Matt- And Chad Mason has apparently got the hell out of Dodge.

Skull and SBK and Porter each exchange glances for a long moment. The crowd is going insane. Porter looks to SBK and Skull and then motions for them to continue. Skull and SBK stare each other down before nodding to each other and locking back up, trading blows.

Rick- And we’re back to the same way this match started!

Lefts and rights are flying everywhere before it SBK this time that starts backing Skull away.

Matt- SBK this time is fighting of Skull! Maybe Skull is finally starting to wear down!

SBK works Skull back a few steps before Skull kicks SBK in the midsection and scoops him and slams him down with a massive Body Slam. The cage gives way a little.

Rick- Oh no, the cage is starting to break in that section as well.

SBK arches up, holding his back in pain, but with his other hand he reaches over and grabs the ring bell.

Matt- SBK has the bell!

Skull pulls his thumb across his throat again, signaling the end. He pulls SBK up by the hair and puts him in a powerbomb position. He lifts SBK up over his shoulders. Lifts him over his head and drives him to the top of the cage with a Redeemer. But on the release from Skull’s shoulders, SBK slams the ring bell down hard on the head of Crimson Skull.

Rick- Skull may have delivered The Redeemer, but SBK is taking him down with him!

Both men slam against the top of the cage and it gives way, sending both falling to the mat.
SBK lands on his back, and Skull lands on his stomach. Both men are lying completely still on the mat. Porter’s jaw drops in awe just as the crowd is going ballistic.

THAT WAS AWESOME!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
THAT WAS AWESOME!

Porter climbs through the hole at the top of the cage and drops down. He picks up one arm of both men, and lets both of them fall back to the mat. He starts the count.

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Neither man has moved.



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Skull and SBK still lie motionless on the mat.






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SBK’s leg twitches. His legs kick up to kip up, but fall back flat on the mat.


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Porter stands baffled. The crowd is going nuts.

Rick- Oh, my, god. Neither man has moved to answer the 10 count!

Matt- This match is seriously over?

Heather Thompson- Ladies and Gentlemen. Neither Johnny Styles or Crimson Skull could answer the 10 count, therefore declaring this match as a NO CONTES—

Heather is cut short by Porter snatching the microphone.

Porter
Now hold on, lass. You’re sexy as hell, but there’s no way that we’re going to let this match go on as a draw.

The crowd cheers.

Porter
Therefore, as the special guest referee, I declare that this match be restarted under Sudden Death Rules!

The crowd goes ballistic,

Matt- Best referee, ever!

Rick- Hell yes, Porter!

Matt- Now we just have to wait on both of these guys to get back up!

Porter calls for the bell, then realizes that the bell is missing in action. He looks around, then grabs Heather Thompson’s tits, one in each hand. She squeals. The crowd laughs and cheers loudly. Porter nods as that is the bell to go by. He climbs back in the ring and sits on the turnbuckle, waiting for both men to get up. Finally, SBK and Skull start to stir. Skull pushes himself up with shaky arms, and blood is pouring from his wound from the ring bell. SBK starts inching his way up as well, and he has been busted open on the forehead somehow as well.

They finally make it to their feet, both men a bloody mess. They groggily wobble their ways towards each other and begin throwing sluggish punches. Skull starts picking up the pace with his punches, he back Styles off a few steps and slaps his hand around the throat of SBK.

He lifts Styles up by the trunks, but SBK reverses in midair, planting Skull with an End Result. Porter leaps from the turnbuckle, just as SBK collapses on top of Crimson Skull for the pin.

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-2-

-3…

Crimson Skull kicks out

Rick- Porter’s hand was literally a fraction of a centimeter away from completing the 3 count!

SBK runs his hands over his face in disbelief. He scrambles to the ropes to pull himself up. Skull rolls over onto his stomach and again tries to push himself up. Styles is waiting for him Skull stands up and turns around to face SBK, SBK kicks him in the midsection and delivers ANOTHER End Result!

Matt- This is it! Two End Results back to back, no one can kick out of that!

SBK covers Skull.

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-3…

Crimson Skull kicks out yet again

Rick- UNBELIEVABLE!

Matt- IT’S LIKE HE JUST BRUSHED IT OFF!

Skull shoves SBK off of him and sits straight up. SBK starts crawling away backwards with a horrified look on his face. Skull stands to his feet and stalks over SBK. SBK leaps to his feet and begins landing hard rights to the face of Crimson Skull. Skull catches the last one with his hand, kicks SBK to the midsection and lifts him up and levels him with a Redeemer! Skull goes for the pin.

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-3-

SBK kicks out

Rick- SBK is not out of this one yet!

Matt- I’m losing my voice!

Skull slams his fists down on the mat in frustration as SBK rolls around on the mat in pain. Skull grabs SBK by the hair and pulls him up again. Skull headbutts SBK. Again. And again. And again.

Rick- Skull is sacrificing his own body parts to beat SBK, once and for all!

Skull kicks him in the midsection and lifts him up again. Skull hoists him over his shoulders. And lifts him up, SBK seems to be suspended in the air for an eternity.

Matt- Crimson Skull again, going for The Redeemer!

Skull’s face contorts into a face of rage as he slams SBK down with everything in his power with this last Redeemer. SBK’s shoulders hit mat, his head bounces twice against the mat and his body lies sprawled out in the center of the ring. Skull drops to his knees and covers and hooks the leg.



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Crimson Skull kicks out

Rick- THIS IS THE DAMNEDEST THING I EVER SEEN!

Matt- Both men, refuse to give in! this could go on like this for another 3 hours!

Skull’s face shows his shock. His eyes show that he cannot believe SBK has kicked out of two consecutive Redeemers. Skull pulls himself to his feet and staggers a bit. SBK reaches and pulls at the pants leg of Crimson Skull. He starts pulling himself up by using Skull’s body.

Skull brings his thumb up to his throat, and slowly cuts across. He makes it midway to his adam’s apple and lets his hand fall back down, not even finishing his trademark signal for the end.

SBK has pulled himself up to where he is standing on both feet again. His breath is heavy and his chest heaves with each exhausting breath. He looks straight into the eyes of Crimson Skull. Tears form on his eyelids. Crimson Skull looks back at SBK. Beneath the blood that is pouring down his face, you can see that tears are actually forming on the eyelids of Skull as well.

Rick- This match has been everything you could want in a wrestling match! It’s been personal, its been gruesome, it’s been hardcore. And even now, it is the most emotional display of two pure legends of this industry cementing their place in the annals of wrestling history.

Matt- It takes true men to show how they truly feel for this business. They both know that either way this match goes, it is the end for both of them! They will never be in a wrestling ring together ever again!

SBK nods at Crimson Skull. Crimson Skull nods to SBK.

SBK brings his own thumb up to his throat and cuts it across it. This confuses Skull as he steps back half of a step. SBK slaps Crimson Skull, hard across the face, sending anger through every fiber of Crimson Skull’s being. Skull kicks SBK in the midsection, lifts him up over his head and slams him hard down to the mat with a Redeemer. Skull drops to his knees and covers SBK.

Porter wipes a tear from his own eye as he goes for the count.



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Porter calls for the bell as the crowd explodes into cheers, even louder than they have before. They’re showing their appreciation for both of these men.

Heather Thompson- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! HERE’S YOUR WINNER!!! CRIMSON SKULL!!!!

Rick- This has been the most amazing and thrilling match I have ever had the opportunity to call in my career.

Matt- Ladies and Gentlemen. Be proud, because you just witnessed the greatest match of all time taking place here tonight. Remember this moment, tell your children, tell your grandchildren. Because this match right here will be talked about for the next 20-30 years. Two of the greatest, if not THE TWO greatest of all time in this business have just called an end to their illustrious careers.

Rick and Matt stand up, and join the thousands in attendance by giving a standing ovation to both of these men for their epic performance. Porter is standing in the ring, giving his appreciation and applauding these two men as well. Skull is first to his feet. He turns to all sides of the crowd and sees what the crowd is giving him.

Porter walks up to him, extends his hand. Skull returns the gesture shaking Porter’s hand as Porter raises Skull’s hand in the air in victory. Porter lets go to help SBK back to his feet. SBK stumbles back before regaining his balance. SBK walks over to face Skull.

The two stare each other down for a long moment, the crowd is cheering and chanting so loudly that nothing can be made certain of what they’re saying. SBK extends his hand to Skull. Skull stares at SBK’s hand. Skull reaches out and returns the handshake to SBK, before pulling him closer and the two hug each other, patting as hard as they can on each other’s backs. Showing as much respect and appreciation as they can to each other. SBK holds Skull’s hand up in victory and Porter holds up Skull’s other and. The three of them face each section of the crowd before Porter and SBK start to exit the ring. Skull follows behind them before SBK stops him.

SBK
No, I’ve had my last moment in the ring with the fans. This one is your time, bro.

Porter and SBK leave Skull standing in the ring as pyro begins going off throughout the arena. A few of the IWF members come out from the locker room and show their appreciation to Skull by standing at the entrance ramp, applauding him. Skull waves to each of them solemnly as the crowd starts the chant.

THANK YOU SKULL!
THANK YOU SKULL!
THANK YOU SKULL!
THANK YOU SKULL!
THANK YOU SKULL!

Skull takes in each second of this as the cage has completely ascended into the rafters. Skull goes to each of the turnbuckles for the audience before going to the center of the ring. His music still plays throughout the arena as he slowly lifts his hands up above his head. Thunder echoes throughout the arena and the fans cheer even louder.

Skull exits the ring and hobbles his way up the ramp. The IWF superstars are back in the back now, Skull has the ramp to himself. He walks by numerous fans, reaching out and shaking their hands.

They chant THANK YOU SKULL! Again as he is leaving.
He gets to the top of the ramp and stops.

Skull slowly turns around to face the crowd one last time. He brings his thumb to his throat and slowly cuts it across. Lightning strikes out at all four corners of the ring, sending them in flames as he walks back to the back of the arena.

Rick- It was an honor to call this match, and to witness the retirement of one of the biggest legends this sport will ever see. And we still have two matches to go!

Matt- Yes, we do. And Rick?

Rick- Yes, Matt?

Matt- Weren’t the three members of Natural Law still on top of the cage? And wasn’t Tails still handcuffed to it?

Rick- I…don’t….know…

The camera zooms in on random fans' faces before slowly fading to commercial

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Corey Casey says: I...forget how I was going to answer this question...uh....

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The show comes back from commercial to show Rick Christian and Matt Biggars, who are sitting behind the announcer’s position

Rick- Up next we have a Fatal Fourway match for the IWF Full Throttle Championship!

Matt- And what a match it’s going to be!

Rick- This match has been added to and changed so many times that we thought that it might not even take place!

Matt- Competitors were being slaughtered left and right over the course of the last month by other superstars…all in the hope of becoming the new IWF Full Throttle Champion!

The screen slowly fades to black

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Battle Grounds XLVI: Heroes Resurrected

Jinx manages to slide down Kit O’Connor’s back before Kit O’Connor can bring Jinx down. Kit O’Connor turns around….right into an insiguri by Jinx which staggers Kit O’Connor, causing Kit O’Connor to falter. Jinx then leaps to his feet, grabs Kit O’Connor, and levels Kit O’Connor with The Last Laugh!

Rick- The Last Laugh!

Matt- Looks like the clown gets to enjoy the last laugh here tonight!

Jinx immediately hooks Kit O’Connor’s feet as the ref drops down and counts

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The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding. Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Jinx!

The screen slowly fades to black as flaming text appears on the screen

“When you’re the champ…there is a permanent target painted on your back…”

The scene cuts back to show Jinx getting to his feet, a smile on his face, as the ref holds his wrist aloft in victory

Rick- Another impressive win by the Full Throttle Champ!

Matt- Kit O’Connor put up a hell of a fight though!

Jinx climbs the nearest turnbuckle, holding the Full Throttle Championship up high in the air as he celebrates. Meanwhile, behind Jinx’s back, Zlatan Jax suddenly comes running down the entrance ramp, wearing strange gloves with silver things in them

Rick- What the fuck is this?!

Matt- It’s Zlatan Jax!

Rick- What is he wearing though?!

Zlatan Jax slides into the ring and rushes over to Jinx. As soon as he gets close enough, Zlatan Jax leaps into the air and drives his gloved hand right into the lower back of Jinx. As soon as Zlatan Jax’s gloved hand connects with Jinx’s back, Jinx screams out in pain and falls to the canvas

Rick- What is on those gloves?!

Matt- I have no idea

Zlatan Jax turns and laughs crazily as he looks down at Jinx, who is holding his back in pain. Jinx rolls over and you can see blood smeared on the canvas where Jinx had just been laying. Zlatan Jax quickly runs over to Jinx and begins to punch Jinx in the head, causing gashes to appear on Jinx’s forehead and arms as Jinx tries to cover up to protect his face

Rick- How the hell did Zlatan Jax bust Jinx open with just a few punches?!

Matt- I don’t…WAIT…DID Zlatan Jax SOW FUCKING RAZORBLADES INTO A PAIR OF SOCCER GOALIE GLOVES?!

Zlatan Jax continues to rain down blows, laughing insanely as dozens of gashes and cuts open up on Jinx’s forearms and face. Zlatan Jax leaps to his feet and taunts the crowd, basking in their hatred

“YOU SICK FUCK!”
“YOU SICK FUCK!”
“YOU SICK FUCK!”

Rick- This crowd letting Zlatan Jax know exactly what they think of him

Matt- I’m…I’m still in shock here…WHO THE HELL SOWS RAZORBLADES INTO A PAIR OF SOCCER GOALIE GLOVES?!

While Zlatan Jax has his back turned, Kit O’Connor slowly gets up to a vertical basis. Kit O’Connor walks over to Zlatan Jax and waits for Zlatan Jax to turn around. Zlatan Jax turns around…and is immediately kicked in the gut by Kit O’Connor. Kit O’Connor then lifts Zlatan Jax up and delivers a Quantum-5 to Zlatan Jax

Rick- Quantum-5 to Zlatan Jax!

Matt- Kit O’Connor is standing tall!

Kit O’Connor leaps to his feet, ponding on his chest as he lets out a scream. Suddenly, Parker Wayde leaps the security barricade and slides into the ring

Rick- Parker Wayde?!

Matt- THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND!

Parker Wayde immediately runs over to Kit O’Connor, grabs Kit O’Connor’s shoulder and spins Kit O’Connor around. Parker Wayde then lifts Kit O’Connor into the air and levels Kit O’Connor with an Instant Impact

Rick- Instant Impact by Parker Wayde!

Matt- This is chaos! Pure and utter chaos!

Parker Wayde leaps to his feet and smirks as the crowd boo’s him. Parker Wayde walks over to the discarded Full Throttle Title, eyeing it hungrily. Parker Wayde leans down, grabs the IWF Full Throttle Championship, and holds it up high in the air, posing with the title

Rick- I think THAT’S what this is all about

Matt- All four of these young superstars are looking to earn a shot at the IWF Full Throttle Championship!

Rick- I get the feeling Jinx better be on his toes in the coming weeks!

The camera zooms in on Parker Wayde, who continues to pose with the Full Throttle Championship. Suddenly the screen shatters into a million pieces. The screen cuts to black as flaming text once again appears on the screen

“However, sometimes it’s not just the champ that needs to be wary. For when you are guaranteed something and show even the slightest hint of weakness…”

The scene suddenly shows Matt Rydell standing in the middle of the ring with Zlatan Jax lying motionless behind him. Matt Rydell slides out of the ring and rummages around beneath the apron. He then pulls out a pair of steel chairs, sliding them into the ring.

Matt - Evil intention here...

Zlatan struggles to stand, but Matt blasts him across the spine with the chair. He grabs Zlatan's head, yelling at him, and smashing it into the second chair, resting it on the mat. He stands over Zlatan, holding the second chair. He lifts it high above his head, then brings it crashing down, crushing Zlatan's skull between the two chairs.

Rick - Absolutely sick...

Matt swings the chair again, smashing Zlatan's head a second time. He repeats this for three more bashes before tossing the chair aside. He looks around at the audience, then points to the From the Ashes banner before sliding out of the ring and heading to the back. EMT's rush from the back to tend to Zlatan

The scene then shifts to show Chris Cane, walking down the entrance ramp, a confident smirk on his face

Chris Cane
Let’s just say I disposed of Kit, and I figured the show must go on...

Footage rolls on the big screen showing Chris Cane beating the piss out of kit; Chris grabs Kit and rams his head right through a steel door. Chris then grabs a near by cinder block and drives it into the chest of Kit, causing Kit to spit up blood. The scene then slowly fades to black for a moment before the same flaming text appears on the screen once more

“…then the vultures come and pick the bones clean.”

The flaming text burns brightly for a few moments before fading to black

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The show comes back to show Heather Thompson, who is standing in the middle of the ring

Heather Thompson- The following is a Fatal Fourway Match and it is for the IWF Full Throttle Championship! Introducing first…

Cane's music plays and he steps out on to the stage with a beer in hand wearing a trench coat over is tights.also sporting sunglasses as he turns his beer up and the pyro shoots off behind him.

Heather Thompson- From Nashville, Tennessee…Weighing in at 230 Pounds…Chris Cane!

Rick- Chris Caneis making his IWF debut here tonight!

Matt- And what a debut this must be for the new comer! Not only is he debuting at the single biggest Pay Per View on the IWF Calendar…he’s debuting and being immediately thrown into a title match!

Rick- I expect big things out of this young man

Chris then comes down the ramp enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle spewing the beer out into the crowd,

Heather Thompson- Next…

Once 'New Disease' begins, Rydell walks out backwards, arms outstretched. He pauses at the top of the ramp, then spins round, thrusting his right elbow forward, and as this happens, fireworks go off either side of him.

Heather Thompson- From Los Angeles, California…Weighing in at 27 Pounds…Matt Rydell!

Rick- Matt Rydell isn’t making his debut, folks…he’s making his glorious return here to IWF!

Matt- That’s right, Rick! Matt Rydell has been an on again, off again competitor here in IWF for quite some time now. However it looks like tonight, Matt Rydell might have a big time chance to cement his first major victory while being a consistent part of the IWF roster!

Matt Rydell walks down the ramp, threatening to hit various fans, before rolling into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and smacking his elbow threateningly.

Heather Thompson- Next…

The remixed version of ‘Like This’ blasts through the arena PA system to absolutely zero reaction from the crowd. Green and gold lights flicker across the top of the titantron that comes to life with the video for Parker Wayde

Heather Thompson- From Winston-Salem, North Carolina…Weighing in at 247 Pounds…Representing Natural Law…Parker Wayde!

Rick- What an addition to Natural Law Parker Wayde has been!

Matt- Parker Wayde has truly been a diamond in the rough for Chad Mason and Natural Law. Parker Wayde has been THE guy in recent weeks. He managed to compile an impressive undefeated streak lasting something like a month and a half before finally suffering his first defeat here in IWF last week against Queen of Wrestling Champ Rosalie Knight

Rick- Rosie is no slouch though and Parker Wayde has been quick to point out that while he might no longer be undefeated on Battle Grounds…he is still undefeated when wrestling Pay Per View matches!

Matt- Let’s see if Parker Wayde can keep that streak alive here tonight!

That's when I grab the knot throw it up in the sky
Let it come down slow watch it all fly

The curtain to the left of the stage jerks back and Parker Wayde finally comes into the view of the IWF fans. Wearing gold trunks with the words Instant Impact written across the back in green stylized letters the six-foot-two Natural Law member walks across the stage and looks out into the crowd, before heading to the ring

Heather Thompson- And finally…

‘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.

Heather Thompson- From ArcView…Weighing in at 200 Pounds…He is the reigning and defending IWF Full Throttle Champion…Jinx!

Rick- Jinx has also managed to compile an impressive streak of dominance over the last few weeks ever since winning the Full Throttle title at Heroes Also Die

Matt- Jinx has been nothing short but fun to watch and lethal in the ring…a dangerous combination to be sure!

Rick- Now we see if Jinx can get the job done on the grandest stage IWF has to offer against three hungry young opponents!

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. The ref looks at all four men and nods before calling for the bell



Fatal Fourway Match
IWF Full Throttle Championship
Chris Cane [vs.] Parker Wayde [vs.] Matt Rydell [vs.] Jinx

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Matt Rydell sprints out of the corner turnbuckle and heads straight for Chris Cane. As soon as he gets close enough, Matt Rydell leaps into the air and drops Chris Cane with a spinning heel kick. Matt Rydell quickly gets to his feet, leans down, and drags Chris Cane up to his feet. Matt Rydell then kicks Chris Cane in the gut, doubling Chris Cane over. Matt Rydell then reels Chris Cane in and drops Chris Cane with a Hero’s Welcome

Rick- Ode to the Hero on Chris Cane!

Matt- Matt Rydell is cooking on all cylinders here in the opening moments!

Meanwhile, Jinx and Parker Wayde slowly make their way to the center of the ring and lock up. Parker Wayde quickly secures a side headlock on Jinx. Parker Wayde cranks on the hold for a moment before Jinx grabs Parker Wayde around the waist and shoots Parker Wayde to the ropes. Parker Wayde hits the ropes and comes running back towards Jinx. As soon as Parker Wayde gets close enough, Jinx lashes out, looking to connect a clothesline. However, Parker Wayde manages to slide underneath Jinx’s clothesline attempt and leap to his feet behind Jinx.

Parker Wayde then lunges forward and wraps his arms around Jinx’s waist. Parker Wayde then lifts Jinx up and drills Jinx with a German suplex. Instead of releasing the hold, Parker Wayde keeps his wrists locked and rotates his hips, powering both Jinx and Parker Wayde up to their feet. Once vertical, Parker Wayde lifts Jinx up and drills Jinx with a second German suplex. Again, instead of releasing his hold on Jinx, Parker Wayde once again keeps his wrists locked and rotates his hips, powering both men up to the standing position once more. Parker Wayde then lifts Jinx up and drills Jinx with a third release German suplex that sends Jinx flying across the ring

Rick- Excellent counter by Parker Wayde!

Matt- Picture perfect German suplexes by Natural Law’s young stud

Parker Wayde quickly gets to his feet and looks around the ring at Chris Cane and Matt Rydell.Matt Rydell has managed to get to his feet and he and Parker Wayde both eye each other as both men walk towards the center of the ring. As soon as both men reach the center of the ring, they lock up. Parker Wayde gains the immediate power advantage, causing Matt Rydell to step backwards a half a step. Matt Rydell tries to match Parker Wayde’s strength, but Parker Wayde quickly kicks Matt Rydell in the gut, doubling Matt Rydell over. Parker Wayde then grabs Matt Rydell and drills Matt Rydell with a northern lights suplex which he then bridges into a pinning attempt

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-2…

Matt Rydell kicks out

Rick- Barely two!

Matt- Matt Rydell managed to just barely get his shoulder up!

Parker Wayde gets to his feet…just as Chris Cane runs across the ring, looking to drive Parker Wayde down to the canvas. Parker Wayde sees Chris Cane coming at the last second and quickly drops down and drills Chris Cane with a drop toe hold. As soon as Chris Cane’s face bashes off the canvas, Parker Wayde quickly rolls over and locks in an STF on Chris Cane. Chris Cane immediately begins screaming in pain

Rick- Nice ring presence shown by Parker Wayde there

Matt- That’s it…MY MONEY’S ON Parker Wayde!

Parker Wayde cranks back on the hold, making Chris Cane scream out in agony. Parker Wayde really leans back, causing tremendous pain to shoot through Chris Cane’s entire body. Parker Wayde shakes his head “yes” frantically as the ref asks if Chris Cane wants to quit

Rick- Parker Wayde doing his damndest to end this match right here and now!

Matt- If Chris Cane is forced to be locked in that STF much longer he might have no choice but to tap out!

As Parker Wayde cranks back on the STF hold on Chris Cane, Matt Rydell has managed to find his footing. At the same time, Jinx also stands up and sees Matt Rydell from across the ring. Both men’s gazes quickly fall on Parker Wayde. Matt Rydell and Jinx both suddenly sprint out from both corners of the ring directly at Parker Wayde. As soon as they get close enough, both Jinx and Matt Rydell leap into the air and connect a double dropkick to the body of Parker Wayde, forcing Parker Wayde to release the STF submission hold on Chris Cane

Rick- Nice teamwork there by Jinx and Matt Rydell

Matt- But how long will their tentative alliance last?!

As if on cue, both Jinx and Matt Rydell leap to their feet and begin exchanging blows. Matt Rydell gains the advantage and quickly overpowers Jinx, forcing Jinx backwards until his spine hits the corner turnbuckle. Matt Rydell then connects a flurry of body kicks that stagger Jinx. Matt Rydell then leaps up and wraps his arms around Jinx’s legs and his legs around Jinx’s arms…locking in a tarantula submission hold on Jinx

Rick- Holy shit!

Matt- We have never seen anything quite like this before in IWF!

The ref looks at Matt Rydell and sees that Matt Rydell is outside of the ring and begins counting

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-2-

-3-

-4-

Matt Rydell breaks the submission hold before the ref’s count hits 5

Rick- Smart move by Matt Rydell, utilizing every second of the ref’s count to maximize the amount of damage he inflicted on Jinx

Matt- It seems like Matt Rydell and Parker Wayde were the only ones who ate their Wheaties this morning!

Matt Rydell gets to his feet and notices Chris Cane, who has managed to get to his feet while standing on the ring apron. Chris Cane is clutching his back and resting on the top rope. Matt Rydell smirks as he takes two steps forward, leans back, and delivers a massive superkick that sends Chris Cane flying from the ring apron and crashing into the front of the announcer’s table

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Rick- Matt Rydell just sent the rookie Chris Cane on a first class flight…right into our announce table!

Matt- And look…Chris Cane is coughing up blood

The camera zooms in on Chris Cane, who is rolling around on the ground in front of the announcer’s table, gripping his own throat as blood flies out of his mouth in spurts every time Chris Cane coughs.

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Matt Rydell gets to his feet and pounds his chest, nodding his head as he looks out at the screaming fans. Matt Rydell doesn’t notice as Parker Wayde slowly gets to his feet behind Matt Rydell, a dark and angry look clouding Parker Wayde’s features

Rick- Uh oh

Matt- Matt Rydell better not turn around…

As if on cue, Matt Rydell turns around…and is driven face first right into the canvas by Parker Wayde, who drills Matt Rydell with a Paydirt

Rick- Paydirt!

Matt- This is the beginning of the end for good old Matt Rydell…

Parker Wayde gets to his feet and makes a slashing motion across his throat. Parker Wayde then leans down and drags Matt Rydell up to his feet. Parker Wayde kicks Matt Rydell in the gut, doubling Matt Rydell over. Parker Wayde then lifts Matt Rydell up for a moment, holding Matt Rydell up vertically, before Parker Wayde brings Matt Rydell crashing down with a suplex piledriver

Rick- Instant Impact!

Matt- This shit is OVER!

Instead of going for the pin though, Parker Wayde looks up and sees Jinx getting to his feet. A sadistic smile appears on Parker Wayde’s face as he kicks Matt Rydell’s limp carcass out of the ring and then turns his attention to Jinx, who is using the ring ropes to haul himself up to his feet.

Rick- Parker Wayde wants there to be no question as to who is the better wrestler…

Matt- Parker Wayde has his sights laser beam focused on pinning the current champ, Jinx!

Parker Wayde walks over to Jinx and quickly lashes out, booting Jinx in the gut and doubling Jinx over. Parker Wayde then drags Jinx out to the middle of the ring and lifts Jinx up in the vertical suplex position. Parker Wayde holds Jinx aloft for a moment before bringing Jinx crashing down with a suplex piledriver, busting Jinx wide open. Blood seeps from a big gash in Jinx’s forehead that appears as soon as Jinx’s head is spiked into the canvas

Rick- Another Instant Impact by Parker Wayde!

Matt- But Parker Wayde isn’t done yet!

Parker Wayde quickly flips Jinx over and grabs both of Jinx’s arms, locking in the JTO

Rick- Just Tap Out locked in!

Matt- Jinx might not even be conscious enough to tap out!

Jinx screams in agony as Parker Wayde cranks back on the submission hold. After a few moments of struggling, Jinx is left with no other alternative but to just tap out. The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…and NEW IWF FULL THROTTLE CHAMPION…Parker Wayde!

Rick- Parker Wayde did it!

Matt- Parker Wayde wins his first IWF title here at From the Ashes Two!

The ref leans down and forces Parker Wayde to release the submission hold. Parker Wayde allows the ref to help him up to a vertical stand point. The ref then holds Parker Wayde’s wrist aloft in victory. The ref then releases Parker Wayde’s wrist, walks over to the time keeper and retrieves the IWF Full Throttle Title. The ref then hands the Full Throttle Title to Parker Wayde, who clutches it to his chest for a moment before raising the title aloft

Rick- Natural Law secures yet another championship with this victory!

Matt- Parker Wayde comes up HUGE for Chad Mason and the rest of Natural Law yet again!

Parker Wayde climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds the Full Throttle Championship up high as the fans boo him. The camera focuses in on Parker Wayde, who is celebrating with the Full Throttle Title, for a moment before cutting to the back

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Zlatan Jax is shown slumped over in a chair with a pair of EMT’s tending to him in the trainer’s office. Zlatan Jax’s eyes are somewhat clouded over and blood is caked onto his face. Suddenly, a high, cold, female voice is heard coming from off screen

Isàbella Lya Sanchez
I’d say nice match….but it wasn’t

The camera zooms out to show Isàbella Lya Sanchez, who is standing just outside the training room door. One of the EMT personal briefly stops trying to stem the bleeding from Zlatan Jax’s nose to turn and address Isàbella Lya Sanchez

Athletic Trainer
Mrs. Sanchez, now isn’t the best time for this talk. Mr. Jax is losing a lot of blood and is barely conscious as it is…

An ice cold look suddenly appears on Isàbella Lya Sanchez’s face.

Isàbella Lya Sanchez
Well then…

She shoves the EMT aside and walks the short distance over to Zlatan Jax. Isàbella Lya Sanchez reaches out and grabs Zlatan Jax by the collar of his shirt. Fire burns in her eyes as she stares into the partially clouded eyes of Zlatan Jax

Isàbella Lya Sanchez
…I’d better make this quick then. Zlatan Jax, you’re fucking fired

Isàbella Lya Sanchez shoves Zlatan Jax backwards, causing the back of his head to bash against the concrete wall. Zlatan Jax’s eyes suddenly shut as he collapses into a heap on the training table. The two athletic trainers frantically dart to Zlatan Jax’s side as Isàbella Lya Sanchez takes a step backwards towards the door of the room. She pauses slightly just as she’s about to exit the room

Isàbella Lya Sanchez
Hope you feel better and…good luck in all your future endeavors…scrub

Isàbella Lya Sanchez tosses her hair and storms out of the room as the show slowly fades to commercial

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Sports logos on fast food: because how else will fat retarded southerners know who to root for in between NASCAR races?

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Rick - Isàbella Lya Sanchez has been taking out the trash as of late

Matt – Are your serious surprised at the people she’s been firing?

Rick - …

Matt – Though so

"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 – Are next match of the night is for the Queen of Wrestling championship, introducing first the challenger weighing in at 119 pounds, representing Natural Law … RUBY WINTERS!!!

Rick – Ruby Winters looks to regain the Queen of Wrestling championship on the biggest stage of them all

Matt – If this match is half the match it was between these two divas, were in for a great match

The lights go down for a moment, and there is a moment of silence as the pyrotechnics begin a low, steady burn at the edge of the stage. Suddenly, the opening strains of Flameheart blast over the speakers, and the flames erupt into high gouts of flame, and in the light it’s revealed that a white-cloaked Rosalie Knight is there in center of the stage, kneeling on one knee with her forehead pressed to the hilt of a large prop sword. About the fourth measure of the song (and the third eruption of flames), she rises to her feet and pulls back the hood of the white cloak slowly. She lifts the sword high and shouts out a long, wordless battle cry, turning so that the fans can see her warrior spirit and join in. She begins to chant “knight! Knight!” as she crosses from one end of the stage to another while the music drops in volume, but picks up in tempo and intensity. Once the crowd is roaring, she strides confidently down the ramp, not too fast, with the spotlight following her and her cloak billowing out behind her. She carries the sword low and ready, a symbol of the fight that faces her and her will to win. She reaches the ring and hands off her sword, removes her cloak and hands it off as well, and drops to one knee there in her corner, the same pose in which she started, in time with the final beat of the music.

Heather Thompson – Introducing next weighing in at 150 pounds, representing The Human Highlight Reels, she is the Queen of Wrestling champion … ROSALIE KNIGHT!!!

Rick – There’s the champion, and listen to this crowed

Matt – After seeing Parker become the new Full Throttle Champion, I seriously doubt Rosalie is leaving with the Queen of Wrestling championship.

The ref holds up the Queen of wrestling championship, before showing the both of Ruby Winters and Rosalie Knight the belt. He passes it to the timekeeper before calling for the bell



Queen of Wrestling Championship
Ruby Winters [vs.] Rosalie Knight

[DING DING DING]

Ruby Winters walks straight up to Rosalie Knight and smacks her right across the face. Rosalie Knight taken back from the bold statement by Ruby, and charges at Ruby looking for a clothesline but Ruby Winters ducks under it. She spins Rosalie around and smacks her again. Ruby Winters begins jawing at Rosalie Knight, before Rosa grabs her legs and takes Ruby crashing down. Rosalie mounts Ruby Winters and begins driving her fist down on Ruby.

Rick – Like I said before this match started these two ladies have a history.

Matt – I feel like these two are always fighting for the Queen of Wrestling championship, isn’t there any other challengers out there?

Ruby reverse the mount and finds herself quickly on top of Rosalie Knight. Ruby Winters gets off of Rosalie, she turns around and to her surprise Rosalie was already back up to her feet and Rosalie slaps Ruby the impact almost sends Ruby crashing to the matt. Ruby attempts to stand back up, but Rosalie stomps her down to the ring. Rosa picks Ruby up off the ring, and she sets her up for a backbreaker, but Ruby is one step ahead as she sends Rosalie flying over her back. Ruby runs off the ropes and connects with a flying clothesline! She doesn’t slow down, as she runs back off the ropes and drives her feet into a sitting Rosalie. The Queen of Wrestling quickly rolls out of the ring looking to shake off the attack. Rosalie walks around the ring as Ruby Winters tells her to bring it back inside.

Rick – Ruby Winters holding herself back a little by not taking this match to the outside.

Matt – A count out victory won’t get her the belt

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Rosalie Knight slowly climbs up the side of the ring, looking to get back in. Ruby runs over grabbing a fist full of hair, Rosa out of desperation drives her skull into the forehead of Ruby. Rosalie spins Ruby Winters and leaps back to the arena floor while driving Ruby’s neck down full force into the top rope. She rolls into the ring and quickly kicks the ribs of Ruby Winters. Rosalie Knight begins to pick up Ruby and follows through with sitting her up for a powerbomb, but Ruby slides down her back and rolls Rosalie Knight into a Half-Crab submission. Rosalie quickly grabs the ropes, breaking the submission and she rolls right back out of the ring. Ruby gets to close to the ropes, and Rosalie drags her right out from under the bottom rope


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Rick – The Queen of Wrestling is brining the fight outside the ring

Matt – Rosalie Knight is pulling out everything to get an edge

The two divas quickly lock together in a hair pulling match, as the two of them grab each others hairs. They roll into the ring locked up by hair. The Ref quickly separates the two divas. Ruby Winters quickly tosses Rosalie Knight across the ring by her hair. Ruby helps Rosalie 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 Rosalie 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 Rosa. She wraps an arm around her 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. Rosalie gets up to her knees, but Ruby whips around and sends two boots right into her chin with a front dropkick.

Rick - Ruby is looking very deadly here tonight!

Matt – Told you Rick, She’s feeding off the big Natural Law championship bug

Rosalie clutches at her face as Ruby hits the ropes yet again, this time leaping over Rosa and bringing all 119 pounds onto Rosa’s sternum with a senton. All the air is driven out of the champion, yet again and Ruby simply smirks. She helps the champion up to her feet, hitting a few quick sharp slaps. Ruby 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. Rosa brings her arm back and goes for a big haymaker, but Ruby shoots her legs and lifts her up and over, Rosa 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 – Ruby not giving Rosalie an inch

Matt – She wants to be the first Diva in Insurgency history to be a two time Queen of Wrestling champion

Ruby hits some forearm shots to the back of Rosa’s neck before pulling her by the head to the announcer’s table, slamming her face into top of it

Rick - We’re getting up close and personal here!

Matt – How many more tables will be broken in this show

The ref starts to count both Divas out..

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Rosa stumbles backwards but again comes firing back, flying at Ruby with a clothesline that knocks her flat. Ruby bounces up but Rosa 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. Ruby lays flat for a few moments, recuperating from the assault, before getting to her feet. Rosa has climbed to her feet as she 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 Rosa and shoves her to the ground. She grabs her legs and in a catapult, viciously whips her body weight back sending Rosa 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 Rosa hits face first, falling limply to the ground as Ruby spins around to see the damage she’s done

Rick – HOLY SHIT! Rosalie almost went through the barricade!

Matt – She is out for the count! What a deadly move

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Rosa 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’. Rosa 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. Rosa tries to battle back but Ruby just hits harder before helping Rosalie 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 – Rosalie Knight kicks out, Ruby has throw everything at Rosalie, and the champ keeps getting up

Matt – She isn’t the champion for nothing!

Ruby lifts Rosalie 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 Rosalie’s face, the crowd booing louder and louder as Ruby has completely tuned them out, focused on the destruction she seeks to achieve. As she nears the 10th punch, Rosalie 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 Rosalie to leap up and dropkick her right in the chin. Ruby bounces back up quick still, however, but a powerful elbow to the bridge of the nose completely flattens her as Rosa almost falls herself from the momentum

Matt - What I say! Down but NEVER out is the Queen of Wrestling Champion!

Rick - She’s gotta add on to this opening, she can’t give Ruby Winters another window

Rosalie 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 her. Rosalie sets up Ruby in her sights as Ruby gets to her feet and turns to face Rosa. 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! Rosalie almost put Ruby away right there!

Matt – Rosalie was so close to ruining Natural Law’s golden night

The crowd goes nuts as they for a moment, think it’s a three count. Rosalie 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 Rosalie 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 – Another hard hit to the barricade! This time Rosalie almost broke Ruby in two right there!

Matt – These ladies are going HARDER then James Shark in a porno!

Rick – What?

Matt – I miss my nigga

Rosa 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 Rosalie wraps both arms around her, lifting her up and over with a picture perfect belly-to-belly suplex! Rosalie 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, Rosa has turned her attention to the turnbuckle pad. She’s taking everything and turning it into offense!

Matt - It’s a craft

Rosa 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 Rosalie gonna lose her belt in a cheap fashion? Her name isn’t Anna Stone!

Rosalie wiggles her way out. Taken by surprise, Rosalie loses focus for a moment and Ruby hops back up to her feet, grabbing Rosalie from behind and whipping her back with a huge German Suplex, folding the champ over! Ruby doesn’t stop, however, as she gets back up, and helps Rosalie 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 Rosalie just kick out!?

Matt – How close can a pinfall get?!

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 Rosalie yet again, aiding her to her feet. She positions behind her and looks to be going for a reverse DDT, but Rosalie 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 Rosalie but with nothing but threats. Rosalie 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. Rosa backs off via ref’s warning again, but only to take a few steps back and run at Rosa, driving the side of her knee right into Ruby’s face

Rick – Ruby Winters is back in a bad spot here! Rosalie is eyeing that exposed steel!

Rosa 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 Rosa, asking where the pad went. Rosa smirks as she lifts Ruby’s head and slams it down yet again! Rosalie 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 Rosalie lets all her weight rest on that leg

Rick – Rosalie Knight showing her disliking of Ruby Winters

Matt – You would be sick of her to, if you face her twenty two times already

The ref yells wildly as he begins a count

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Rosa grimaces as she pushes down hard on Ruby’s head. As the ref yells 4, Rosa hops off of Ruby and to the mat, throwing her hands up as the ref again points and yells. Rosa 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 Rosalie. Not with agonized eyes or exhausted expressions but with…a smirk. She smirks at Rosalie, who freezes, staring at Ruby who she’s inflicted so much damage on

Rick - Ruby isn’t showing any signs of slowing down

Matt – Rosalie Knight is seeing a different side of Ruby Winters here tonight

Rosalie’s tells Ruby to get back to her feet, Ruby slowly gets up, she is determined rather than beaten and bruised. Rosalie 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 Rosalie 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 Rosa swings another arm, seeking a clothesline, but Ruby ducks it and locks in a sleeper!

Rick - Wait a second, Ruby looking to put the champ to sleep right here

Matt – Out of no where!

Rosalie fights wildly to slip out, but Ruby locks her hands tight, using a leg to hook on to Rosalie’s leg as well. Ruby locks it in long enough to feel the energy sucked out of Rosalie 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 Rosalie’s foot! She got it on the ropes and the ref has spotted it

Rick - Amazing ring awareness by the champion! 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. Rosalie 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 – This time Ruby has taken away the chance of another close call

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Matt – BUT THE CHAMP KICKS OUT!

Ruby rolls over and slowly gets to her feet, resting against the ropes for a moment as she inhales deep, exhaling slowly. Rosalie 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. Rosa reverses and goes for a Back Suplex, but Ruby manages to do a backflip and land on her feet behind Rosalie. She runs forward, shoving Rosa into the ropes, Rosa 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 Rosalie! Flattened, Rosa runs a thumb across her throat. She walks to the ropes, catching a breath as she moves in for the Knights Fall! Ruby quickly gets to her feet, Ruby runs into the corner hanging Rosalie out to dry. As she struggles to get free from the ropes, Ruby comes at her with flying fists to the head and chest. Rosalie fights back with a few of her own, but Ruby keeps the heat on. She releases away and as Rosalie takes the opportunity to get off the rope, Ruby springboards off of the adjacent ropes, coming back at Rosalie with a flying dropkick that sends her tumbling to the outside much to the dislike of the crowd!

Rick – These two are giving it there all, I’ll say this till the day I’m fired the Insurgency has the best in Diva wrestling

Matt - Rosalie is a bit ticked off on the outside now though, re-entering the ring with Ruby

Ruby is waiting for her, as Rosa 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 Rosalie’s head!

Rick – Rosalie may have just had her skull crushed in by that exposed turnbuckle

Rosalie turns around with both arms up over her head and Ruby looks to capitalize, She backs up looking for the Beauty Sleep, but Rosalie see’s it coming and grabs her leg pulls her in and drives Ruby down with a snap powerbomb! Rosalie Knight leaps up on top of the rope and without skipping a beat comes flying off connecting with the Knight’s Fall!

Rick –AND JUST LIKE THAT ROSALIE NAILS THE KNIGHTS FALL!

Matt – Doesn’t look good for Natural Law

Rosalie Knight hooks the leg

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[Ding Ding Ding!]

Rick – At least Parker brought home the Full Throttle for Natural Law

Matt – Ruby Winters did everything she possibly could have

Heather Thompson – Here is your winner and STILL THE QUEEN OF WRESTLING CHAMPION … ROSALIE KNIGHT!!!

Rosalie Knight raises her arm in the air. Before grabbing her belt and rolls out the ring making her way up the ramp, the camera follows her all the way up the ramp. Rosalie stands tall on the stage holding up the Queen of Wrestling championship, while Ruby Winters looks like a mix bag of emotions as we fade into a hype video for the next match between Anna Stone and Stygian

As the hype video fades out with Stygian towering over Anna Stone. The camera pans around the arena stopping at one of the skyboxes, where we see Corey Casey and sitting to his left is his wife Jessica Matthews-Casey

Rick – There is the man, who last year put on a killer performance against James Shark.

Matt – and sitting right next to good ol’ CC, is his wife Jessica Matthews-Casey, A few months ago these two finally made the forever step and got hitched!

Rick – It’s about time! Guess Corey’s enjoying retirement.

Matt – Who’s that sitting to Corey’s right?

The camera pans to the left, showing current UECW superstar Alexander Remington!

Rick – That’s Alexander Remington! One of Stygian’s biggest rival!

Matt – I guess the better question is why is here? And sitting next to Corey Casey?!

Rick – No doubt another round of mind games from Corey

Corey Casey and Alexander Remington wave to the crowed, getting a crazy pop! Alex leans over and says something to Corey, almost like the two were sharing sweet nothings into each others ears. The camera slowly pans back as …

We Found Love begins to play as Anna Stone bounces out from backstage. She laughs as some of the crowd boos, some cheer. 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.

Heather Thompson – Are next match is for one fall and is for the possession of the Real IWF World Championship title, introducing first from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 121 pounds, Anna Stone!

Rick – Anna Stone stunned the world by declining to challenge Chad Mason for the World Heavyweight championship and instead called out Stygian

Matt – In her eyes, Stygian is the best in the promotion, champion or not

Rick – Anna Stone is looking to bring back the real IWF Championship to the Insurgency

Matt – Only in the Insurgency can two people fight over a non-active championship

Heather Thompson
And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Lilith and Lilah; weighing in at 315 pounds; from Bullhead City, Arizona; 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 undoes Stygian's belt and unbuckles his coat. She 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. 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, passing the IWF World Title to Lilith and sizing up Anna Stone

Rick – Anna Stone wanted the Star Destroyer now she has him

Matt – Look at the size difference between these two?! Stygian is a freaking giant compared to Anna. How is this even fair?

Rick – What a moment Stygian had last week on Battle Grounds

Matt – He went to war with a legend! I’m still stunned over that match

The ref looks at Stygian and then to Anna before calling for the bell


For Possesion of Stygian's "Real IWF Championship"
Anna Stone [vs.] Stygian

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Rick - The referee is calling for the bell and the match is underway!

Matt – This one has classic written all over it!

Stygian and Anna stand a few feet away from each other, as both superstars begin to jaw at each other. Before Stygian charges at Anna driving her right into the corner, Stygian keeps ramming his shoulder into the midsection of Anna, The former Queen of Wrestling champion brings her knee right into the face of Stygian backing Stygian away for a brief second until Stygian again rams Anna back into the corner. Anna again brings her knee right up into the face of Stygian

Rick – These two are going right after each other here tonight!

Matt – I guess the original Heavyweight championship means that much to both these stars

Rick – Stygian could give two shits about that belt! [/b]

Stygian backs up against the ropes, Anna spots her chance and she bounces off the opposite ropes and delivers a drop kick that sends the seven footer crashing outside the ring.

Rick – Look at the disbelief on the face of Stygian

Stygian slides back into the ring before a count-out could even get started, as soon as he slides in the ring, Anna begins stomping Stygian. The star destroyer pushes himself up and again drives Anna into the corner. Stygian backs up a few steps before charging in at Anna crushing her with a big clothesline. Stygian again backs up and again charges into the corner, only this time he runs straight into the boots of Anna Stone.

Rick – Anna Stone buying herself some time from the assault from Stygian

Matt – Lets see if Anna can make anything out of this small opening

Stygian stands again against the ropes and Anna Stone rushes Stygian using all her power to send Stygian again crashing to the outside of the ring.

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Stygian walks around the ring, and right up the steel steps. Anna Stone rushes at Stygian and this time Stygian is a step ahead as he spears Anna down to the matt and begins driving his fist down on Anna. The ref quickly rushes in to warn Stygian about the closed fist. Stygian rolls to his feet and kicks Anna Stone in the ribs as she tries to get up. A running knee to the head of Anna sends her back down. Stygian runs to the ropes, making an error that costs him as he charges right back into a rising clothesline from Anna Stone

Rick – Anna Stone is quickly up to her feet, and again stays one step ahead of Stygian

Anna Stone brings Stygian up by the hair, sending him into the corner. Anna follows in with a elbow, but receives a Mule Kick for her trouble. As Anna staggers out to the middle of the ring, Stygian steps up the turnbuckles to the top rope, where Anna sees the Diving clothesline coming and rolls underneath, taking refuge in the launch corner. Stygian lands hard on his feet, and Anna goes right back on the attack as she leaps off the ropes attempting a Frankensteiner, but Stygian drives Anna Stone down with a powerbomb

Rick – Stygian almost powerbomb Anna through the ring!

Matt - Stygian scouted and anticipated that move perfectly.

Rick – That’s why he is the Star Destroyer!

Stygian holds on to the legs and stands back up, hoisting Anna off of the mat and back up into the powerbomb position, turning 450 degrees before looking for another powerbomb this time Anna slides down his back and quickly rolls Stygian up for the cover

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Rick – And Stygian easily powers out of the cover

Anna Stone rolls to her feet and she helps Sty back to his feet and sends him into the corner. Anna Stone then connects with a running spinning kick to the head of Stygian, but holds him there to keep Stygian from falling out. Anna unloads with forearms to the head, stopping only at a count of 4 before disqualification. Anna lifts uses everything she has to get the 300 pound Stygian onto the top rope in a seat, hitting him with more forearms. Stopping again as the referee begins to count, Anna steps up onto the second rope, but Stygian stops her with a few headbutts. Anna is pushed off, but lands on his feet and goes back again, with Stygian hitting another couple of headbutts to send her crashing to the mat. Yet Anna is up once again and goes back into the corner and grabs a handful of Stygian’s hair with his left arm as she puts boots to the middle rope. Stygian grabs Anna’s head and gets her up and comes off the top rope with a spinning tornado DDT!

Rick - Stygian with a crazy tornado DDT from the top rope that looks to have implanted Anna’s head into the ring!

Matt – Anna Stone could be out of it[/b]

Anna Stone rolling over herself and back up to her feet with the help of the ropes, holding her head. Stygian rolls out the ring and comes back in underneath the ropes looking to go behind Anna, who quickly runs off the ropes and springboards off the top rope with a crossbody that takes Stygian crashing down on the arena floor.

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Rick – And Stygian kicks out

Anna Stone grabs Stygian in a front facelock and drags him up off of the mat, lifting him for an elevated DDT but dropping his arm and turning into Stygian’s body, forcing his head down into her knee!

Rick - That’s got to be the game changer here. A elevated DDT into a Facebreaker had to do massive damage and Stygian may be out of it.

Matt – If I learned anything from watching Stygian, it’s kid can take it just as much as he can dish it

Anna Stone again hooks the leg

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Rick – and again Stygian kicks out

The chi-town crowd is on there feet, Anna picks Stygian up again, depositing Stygian in the middle of the ring with a Scoop Slam. Anna runs to the parallel ropes and springs onto the middle cable, backflipping into an moonsault that lands perfectly across Stygian’s knees! Anna Stone rolls off of Stygian holding her ribs, kneeling on the mat. Stygian forces himself to his feet and charges in, hopping over Anna’s body and grabbing his head to do a modified Somersault Neckbreaker! Anna takes the impact on the shoulder and flops to the side, with Stygian making the desperation cover

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Rick - Anna Stone gets the shoulder up, Stygian takes her arm into a Fujiwara Armbar… TRANSITIONS INTO THE CATACLYSM!

Matt – Anna Stone could tap out any minute, the Real IWF Championship belt may never come back to the Insurgency

Anna Stone is now in the center of the ring, his back and legs are hyperextending beyond the normal range of motion. Anna Stone slaps the mat twice, but stops there. The referee keeps in close to check on the submission, but Anna Stone face’s shows all the pain she is withstanding

Rick – Anna Stone’s body must be screaming out in pain

Matt – Why hasn’t she tapped out

Anna Stone pulls herself away, trying not so much to get to the ropes but to create some space and ease the pressure. Stygian shifts himself right back near her. Anna takes the risk of temporarily adding to the torque of the Hold by pushing herself off of the mat and rolling forward to escape the hold… but Stygian immediately floats over and attempts the move again! And again he locks in the Cataclysm

Rick – Anna Stone just surrendered herself right back into the cataclysm

Matt – How much more can Anna take?

Stygian reaches back pulling as hard as he can to get Anna Stone to tap out. Anna somehow powers her way out of the move, and stumbles to her feet as she crashes into Stygian throwing fist after fist into his face in a demonstration of her never say die attitude. The referee nearly reaches the disqualification count, but Anna releases the hair and stops punching long enough to break the count, before leaning over Stygian with a forearm pressed to his throat to cut off his air. Sty kicks and flails to get breath, with the referee trying to get a view of it. Anna blocks the view with her body. In a few seconds, though, Anna releases and backs up, as she doesn’t want to push her luck

Anna shakes out her legs and returns to Stygian, reaching down and grabbing his hair and getting pulled down into a Crucifix Armbar! Anna locks hands to keep off the pressure and avoid the hold. Stygian pulls at the arm for dear life, but can’t break his grip. Anna lifts her back off of the mat a few inches and kicks Sty in the spine, trying to break her own hold. When she feels him slip, Anna gets to her feet and backs up away from Stygian, Stygian slowly gets to his feet and Anna comes out of no where connecting with the BOOSH!

Rick – ANNA JUST HIT THE BOOSH!

Matt – She needs to cover Stygian!

Anna Stone drops to her knees, taking a moment to recover before pinning Stygian

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Rick – STYGIAN KICKS OUT!

Matt – Sty was with in an inch from losing this match! Talk about your close calls

Anna Stone returns to the ropes and backflips into a moonsault with a clean landing across Stygian’s midsection, the ref drops to make the cover

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Rick – and again Stygian kicks out

Anna Stone aggravated her back with the landing, and rolls away to let it alone. The referee calls out the count for both wrestlers, that if he reaches ten, the match ends on a no contest

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Matt - Well, it looks like Anna’s starting to stir.

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Anna Stone is the first to her feet, but Stygian still rises on his own before the count of ten. Both are in pain, but Sty rushes in again, just like in the beginning of the match, and hits a flurry of forearm shots with the right arm while holding the back of Anna Stone’s neck with the left. This leads into a quick alternating series, Sty throwing forearms with the right and left again and again

Rick - Stygian is looking to drive his forearms into the skull of Anna Stone, and listen to this capacity crowd!

Matt – He’s actually backing Anna to the ropes just like he did at the start of this match

Stygian hits three knife edge chops before Anna stops him with a knee lift. She switches their positions before sending Sty out with the Irish Whip. Stygian slides on the mat to stop himself, but Anna Stone reacts in time to run in behind him as he turns around on his knees.

Rick - Stygian out of no where delivers the Spartan Kick!

Anna Stone is knocked head over heels, somersaulting into a seat on the mat. Stygian hits the ropes in front of him and rebounds with a strong dropkick to put him to the mat. Stygian then heads back to the corner throws up his arms before diving off the ropes with a flying elbow drop!

[b]Rick - That flying elbow could have driven the air from Anna’s body!

Matt – Stygian takes the pin!

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Rick – NO AGAIN STYGIAN KICKS OUT OF THE BOOSH!

Matt – I don’t think there is anything Anna can do to keep the Star Destroyer down

Anna stands up with Stygian twisting the left arm in a wrenching hold. Anna Stone somersaults to the mat and kicks up at Stygian’s face, breaking the hold and sending him away. Anna kips up and lunges in with another BOOSH, this one is ducked, with Sty coming back around for another Spinning Backfist that Anna Stone blocks and goes behind for a Inverted Facelock, but Stygian limbo-walks a step forward to avoid the hold and reaches up, grabbing Anna Stone and dropping her with the Burn notice!

Rick – We now what comes next..

Stygian slowly walks over to Anna Stone, looking to get her up for the Bane Blade, but Anna rolls Stygian into a small package

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Rick – Stygian just hit the Bane Blade!

Matt – Doesn’t look good for Anna…

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[DING DING DING!]

Heather Thompson – Here is your winner and still the current holder of the real IWF Championship belt … STYGIAN!

Rick – Anna Stone was so close to brining back the strap to the insurgency. But Stygian with one move put an end to that

Matt – Anna connected with two BOOSH! And it still wasn’t enough to keep Stygian down.

Rick – You have to wonder how long will it be before we once again see Stygian fighting for the active World Championship?

Matt – After tonight, I would say real soon

As "Cry Thunder" plays, Stygian looks up at the owner's box. Just a glance, then he looks to Lilith and Lilah...before doing a double-take.

Rick—Uh oh.

Matt—I think Stygian sees Alexander Remington.

Stygian rolls out of the ring and hops the barricade. He runs up the stairs, getting a huge ovation from the crowd. The camera cuts to the owner’s box. Jessica Casey is talking to someone over her shoulder, but Corey and Alexander Remington realize exactly what’s going on. Corey grabs his wife by the hand, Alex stands and closes the wondow and they both run to the back of the room. Corey opens the door and about two dozen IWF Security crowd into the room just as Stygian shatters the glass with a steel chair and tries to climb into the box. Security draws batons and tazers and form a wall, while escorting the Chairman of the IWF Board and his guest out of the box.

Rick—That was insane.

Matt—Stygian doesn’t really like either one of those guys, especially Remington. I understand there’s some real bad blood.

Rick—Alex Remington tried to end his career.

Matt—I just wonder what he’s doing here.

Security comes around to escort Stygian through the crowd as we go to a commercial to space shit out.

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Penn State Football Camp 2013: It's all about sending the right message.
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Heather Thompson
The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first: the challenger. Weighing in at 176 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada; “The Decepticon” ROBBIE HART!

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 cheers 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, before raising his hands up in the air. Camera flashes light up the dark arena, as it is now hard to seperate the screams of his fans.

Heather Thompson: Introducing next... from Las Vegas NV... standing six feet tall, weighing in at One hundred and seventy three pounds... Representing The Human Highlight Reels...He is the "Decepticon" ... Ladies and Gentlemen, Robbie... HAAARRRTTTT!!!!!

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 his opponent in the ring.

Heather Thompson
And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 235 pounds, representing Natural Law, he is the IWF World Heavyweight Champion, the “Lethal Imperative”, CHAD MASON!

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.

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 ring. He takes a short running start, and slides on his stomach beneath the bottom rope. 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.



IWF World Heavyweight Championship Match
Robbie Hart [vs.] Chad Mason

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Rick—Here’s what we’ve been waiting for.

Matt—Chad Mason and Robbie Hart getting it on for the IWF World Heavyweight Championship.

Rick—It hasn’t been a good night for Natural Law already. Many argue that the movement Chad Mason launched a few months ago has lost direction and momentum. Marcus Silverstone failed to capitalize on a bid to become the number one contender, Ruby Winters failed to recapture the Queen of Wrestling Championship, only Parker Wayde has been successful tonight. What will it mean for Natural Law if Chad Mason loses here?

Matt—This could well be the end of Natural Law if Chad Mason loses the IWF World Heavyweight title tonight.

Chad and Robbie come together in the middle of the ring and tie up immediately. Robbie pulls Chad off balance, dips behind him, and hits a bridging German suplex.

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Chad rolls out, over by the ropes.

Rick—That was almost it right there.

Matt—Robbie Hart just about caught Chad Mason asleep at the wheel. How embarrassing would that have been?

Robbie stands in the middle of the ring waiting for Chad to get up. Chad shakes his head in disgust and stands, circling Robbie. They close in again and tie up. They pull back and forth, trying to leverage the other man with little success before Robbie puts a forearm into Chad’s jaw, wraps him up and takes him over with a belly-to-belly suplex. The referee drops down to count, but Robbie instead climbs over into a mount and goes to work with heavy right hands on the World Champion. The referee stands over both men, warning Robbie about the closed fist, then finally counting when Robbie refuses to lay off.

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Robbie finally lays off, standing over Chad Mason. He looks down with a smirk at Chad, who’s still recovering from the pounding, then he raises his hands and plays to the crowd. The second Robbie looks away, Chad Rolls Robbie up with a schoolboy.

Rick—Look out!

Matt—Chad’s got the tights!

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The ref finally notices Chad has Robbie’s tights and stops counting.

Rick—Chad got caught there.

Matt—Luckily for Robbie, Chad really had a handful there.

Robbie jumps to his feet, furious at almost getting cheated out of his title shot. He grabs Chad and whips him off the ropes. When Chad rebounds back Robbie plants him with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Robbie jumps up to his feet, and drops his leg across his throat and covers.

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Chad kicks out. Robbie pulls Chad up to his feet and knees him in the gut. He sends Chad to the ropes again and tries to nail him with a dropkick on the way back, but Jennifer Young grabs Chad’s ankles and pulls him out of the ring. Robbie hops up from the missed drop kick and storms over to the ropes. Chad hops up, grabs Robbie’s neck, and snaps it over the top rope, drawing the ire of the crowd. Chad smirks and rolls back into the ring. He stands over Robbie, who’s still holding his throat. Chad stomps on him a couple of times before dragging him up and shooting him into the corner. Chad follows him in with a clothesline, and then goes to work with knife-edge chops.

WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

After four Chad steps back and hip-tosses Robbie out of the corner. Chad hops up to the second rope and dives off, driving a fist into Robbie’s face. He covers.

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Robbie kicks out.

Rick—Chad Mason keeps the pressure on.

Matt—That’s classic Chuck Matthews theory at work, no rest for the weary.

Chad stands behind Robbie as he sits up and helps him up. Chad spins around by the ropes and steps into a rear abdominal stretch. Robbie groans as it’s locked in. The ref bends down to see if Robbie wants to give. Chad sneakily reaches over and grabs the middle rope, causing Robbie noticeably more pain in his struggles. When the referee looks Chad manages to let go of the rope without it shaking. The ref eyes Chad suspiciously and then turns back to Robbie. Chad grabs the rope again, increasing the torque on Robbie Hart. The ref stays down with Robbie as Chad uses the extra leverage, releasing the rope without it shaking much again. The ref looks at the rope suspiciously.

Rick—The ref suspects, but Chad is so good at hiding that grasp on the rope.

Matt—And it’s not that the referee can take a better position. He has to be down there if Robbie Hart submits.

Chad grabs hold of the top rope and wrenches again. The referee stays down eye-level with Robbie, but suddenly stands up, looking over both men at Chad holding the rope. He walks over and kicks Chad’s arm free the momentum throws Chad off balance enough that Robbie can hip-toss him over. Chad rolls through and gets to his feet. He’s there just long enough for Robbie to take him down with a running clothesline. Robbie changes directions and comes off the other side. Chad ducks underneath him the first time, Robbie leap-frogs him on the second pass. Chad tries a hip toss of his own, but Robbie lands on his feet, spins around and pulls Chad into a front face lock and hits a snap DDT. Robbie sits up and turns to Chad, tagging him with a couple right hands and then pulling him up and wrapping him up in a belly-to-belly suplex.

Rick—Robbie is deceptively strong.

Matt—He’s giving up 60 pounds and he’s hit some impressive throws on Chad Mason already.

Robbie is up first, he stalks Chad, as he gets up on shaky legs. As Chad turns, Robbie tags him in the jaw, wraps him around the necks and gives him a couple more pops in the face. He gets him in a Thai clinch and goes to work with knees to the mid-section until Chad doubles over. He gives him a couple in the head and then stands him back up, backing up a few steps and taking off. He nails Chad with a flying knee that knocks him for a loop. Jenny looks into the ring with concern and slap the mat, trying to egg Chad on.

Rick—Tremendous blow there, Robbie may be taking the upper hand in this match.

Matt—Some of Robbie hart’s martial arts background comes through there, and here he goes!

Robbie kicks Chad over onto his back then he moves to the corner and grabs the top rope, sling- shotting up and dropping a split-legged moonsault onto the defending IWF Champion. He hooks the leg.

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Chad Mason puts his foot on the bottom rope.

Rick—Damn that was CLOSE!

Matt—Chad might have been done for, but knowing where he was in the ring saved his title there.

Robbie sits up and looks at the ref, who points to Chad’s foot. Robbie visibly sulks. He sighs and turns to the downed Chad Mason. Chad rakes his eyes and rolls out of the ring.

Rick—Dirty move from Chad Mason.

Matt—But smart, Chad needs some space to catch his breath, I’m not sure he isn’t still seeing stars from that knee to the head.

Rick—Stygian said that first kick he took from Robbie hurt him badly, and that the match should have been stopped, maybe this match should be stopped.

Matt—But until it is, Robbie Hart isn’t stopping!

Robbie Hart climbs out onto the ring apron. Jennifer Young comes over to console Chad Mason. Robbie leaps off after Chad, but Chad pulls Jennifer in the way and Robbie levels her as they both crash to the floor. Chad grabs Robbie and sends him head-first into the steel steps.

Rick—Pure cowardice from Chad Mason.

Matt—He will do anything to hang on to this title. Nothing is sacred or safe, not even his girlfriend.

Rick—You know, you one said Stygian was the most underhanded son of a bitch you ever saw, but he wouldn’t deliberately place Lilith or Lilah in harm’s way.

Matt—Chad Mason is redefining what it is to be reprehensible in IWF; a company that’s seen the aforementioned Stygian, Brenton Cyrus, Chuck Matthews and Corey Casey.

Rick—Gives proper perspective on just how low Chad Mason has stooped, doesn’t it?

The crowd boos as Chad grabs Robbie by the neck and slams his face into the steel steps again. Blood pours down Robbie’s face. Chad smirks as he stands over Robbie. Robbie is dead weight as Chad drags him to his feet. He pulls the challenger around the ring and stretches him out over the announce table. Then he climbs the ring apron and sights in on the bloodied Robbie Hart, who isn’t moving.

Rick—What is Chad thinking here?

Matt—It can’t be good, whatever it is…

Chad shakes his head and steps into the ring once more…then climbs to the top rope.

Rick—We might want to get out of here…

Matt—Sounds of scrambling out of his seat and dropping his headset.[/p]

Chad Mason measures Robbie and dives off, driving Robbie through the table with a suicide splash, shattering the table with a resounding crunch.

[b]Rick—Jesus CHRIST! I HEARD ROBBIE’S BACK BREAK, I KNOW I HAD TO!

HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Robbie an Chad lie side by side in the wreckage. Matthew Biggars digs through the rubble for his headset.

Matt—…king Christ…can anyone hear…is this on?

Rick—Yeah, I’ve got you.

Matt—You can hear me?

Rick—Yeah.

Matt—Alright. Look at this, these two…there’s no way this match goes on. Get some help out here.

Rick—Both men are breathing. The ref is counting.

Matt—Yeah, whatever. Make it official. But this is over.

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Chad Mason starts to stir.

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Chad Mason gets up.

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Chad Mason stumbles towards the ring and leans against the apron, catching his breath. Robbie rolls over and crawls towards the ring.

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Robbie gets to his feet. Chad tries to head him off, but Robbie kicks him in the gut.

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Robbie throws Chad into the ring, and dives in just before the ref gets to 10.

Rick—Chad Mason almost got the double count out.

Matt—What an effort by Robbie to get him in the ring and then beat the count himself. Chad would have gladly eaten the count-out loss and stayed champion.

Robbie and Chad are still reeling from Chad’s dive through the table. They lie in the ring for long enough that the ref counts again.

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Chad rolls over and drapes an arm over Robbie.

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Robbie barely gets a shoulder up.

Rick—This isn’t over yet!

Matt—Chad Mason can’t believe it.

Chad gets to his feet and stomps on Robbie. Robbie rolls away a little, and Chad stomps on him again. Robbie rolls to the ropes and Chad stomps into his throat and chokes him. Robbie flails and the ref counts.

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Chad lets off, tries it again, and the ref gets in his face. As the ref is trying to get Chad off Robbie, he doesn’t see Robbie ball up his fist and tag Chad right in the twins!

Rick—Oooooh…

Matt—I think that was desperation from Robbie Hart.

Rick—I think it was deliberate.

Matt—Well, whatever it was, the ref didn’t see it.

Rick—And the ref can call what he doesn’t see. Chad sure as hell knows that.

Robbie grabs the top rope and pulls himself to his feet. He hits a big right hand in Chad’s face, backs him up with another, and backs him all the way to the ropes with a third. Then he tries to whip Chad to the far side, Chad counters, and Robbie grabs on to a headlock. Robbie tries to bulldog Chad, but he has no part of it, lunging out with his foot to block it and then shoving Robbie off the ropes. Robbie rebounds and slides between Chad’s legs. Robbie comes up with a roundhouse right hand which Chad ducks and locks in a Saito Suplex. He throws Robbie up, Robbie kicks over and lands on his feet. He bounces off the ropes, Chad ducks a clothesline and comes off the far ropes. Another ducked clothesline at mid-ring as the both come off opposite sides again and Chad comes back and levels Robbie with a cross body. He hooks the leg.

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Chad gets a shoulder up.

Rick: Not enough.

Matt: I can’t believe these two are still keeping this high of a pace!

Both men stand. Robbie swings, Chad blocks it, hooks in and arm wrench and pulls Robbie face first into the mat. He wrenches Robbie’s arm behind him kicks up into a handstand and drops his knee onto the folded arm. Then he does it a second time for good measure.

Rick—Finally our crack medical team is out here and taking Jennifer Young to the back.

Matt—I hope she’s going to be alright. She’s walking out, that’s always a good sign.

Chad holds the hammerlock as Robbie stands. Robbie tries a standing switch, Chad ducks right back behind, Robbie ducks behind again, lets go of the arm grabs an headlock and runs into the corner, climbing the ropes, swinging around and taking Chad down with a headlock takeover. Chad tries a head scissors, but Robbie rolls out of it. He tries to follow up with an elbow drop, but Chad rolls out of the way and Robbie bounces off the mat.

Rick—Chad Mason still has some fight in him.

Matt—But they’re both getting off the mat really slowly now, neither one of the just pops up.

Robbie and Chad circle, with Robbie shoving Chad into the corner and tagging him with a right hand. Chad reverses and shoves Robbie into the corner an tags him with a vicious knife-edge chop.

WHOO!!!

And again.

WHOO!!!

And since they always come in threes.

WHOO!!!

Rick—Look at the welts on Robbie’s chest.

Matt—Those knife chops will sting like a bitch for the rest of the night.

Chad whips Robbie across the ring and follows, Robbie tries to leapfrog back over, but Chad stops mid-ring, so Robbie elbows him in the temple coming out. He shoves Chad back to the corner, tries to send him out, but Chad reverses and whips Robbie into the ropes. Chad follows. Robbie scales the ropes and tries some kind of move, but Chad runs under it, and Robbie backflips to his feet. Chad charges out of the corner and takes Robbie’s head off with a big clothesline that gets the crowd booing him loudly. Chad turns around and covers.

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Robbie gets a shoulder up.

Rick—I’ll be honest, I don’t know when these guys are gonna end this.

Matt—I’ve written them off three or four times myself.

Robbie sits up and Chad locks in a high arm bar.

Rick—Chad seems to have gone, very subtly at this point in the match, to the left arm of Robbie Hart.

Matt—It wasn’t his game plan going in, but now I think he has a plan.

Robbie turns into it and stands, facing Chad. He maneuvers Chad into the corner and tags him with a driving shoulder to the stomach, makes it two and tries to whip Chad out. Chad reverses and Robbie hits in the corner. Chad follows with a clothesline, but Robbie jumps over the top rope to the apron and Chad hits the corner hard.

Rick—Robbie still has the speed advantage.

Matt—He’s up to the top roe now!

Robbie leaps off and Chad catches him with an arm drag from the top rope. Robbie bounces off the mat and chat covers.

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Robbie gets a shoulder up. Chad sits up and glares at the referee.

Rick—Chad can’t believe that didn’t do it!

Matt—Neither can I!

Chad grabs onto the left arm and fights for a cross arm breaker, Robbie turns to sit, so Chad once again goes for a high seated arm bar.

Rick—He targeted that left arm with that flying arm drag and now he’s back to it again here.

Matt—Robbie’s whole body has to be hurting after this match, and now Chad’s decided to make part of it hurt that much worse.

Robbie again turns into it and stands, shoving Chad back into the ropes. Robbie whips chad off the ropes. Chad ducks a clothesline, then a back elbow and comes off at Robbie again. Robbie tries a dropkick but Chad catches him by the legs, sets him up, and slingshots him over the top rope.

Rick—Robbie hung on to the top rope, he landed on the apron.

Matt—Chad doesn’t see him!

Robbie springboards to the top rope and leaps off just as Chad is turning around, taking him over with a huge flying neckbreaker. Chad lands in the middle of the ring, holding his head. Robbie rolls to his feet, snaps a look at Chad, runs into the corner, scales, springs into a corkscrew 450, and lands with his knee in Chad’s chest.

Rick—Robbie nails The Solution.

Matt—We might have a new champion right here!

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[Ding, Ding, Dong]

Heather Thompson
Here is your winner and NEW, IWF World Heavyweight Champion, Robbie HART!

Rick—Robbie’s done it!

Matt—The reign of error is OVER!

The ref hands Robbie the belt, he clutches it to his chest and falls to his knees in the middle of the ring.

Rick—And this time there’s nobody with a briefcase to steal it away.

Matt—But that’s starting soon, this week on battlegrounds, in fact! The brackets will be up on IWF.com Monday morning.

Rick—I haven’t see the brackets yet, but you have to think the big question will be: Can anyone beat Stygian!

Matt—We’ll see how it all shakes out, folks. For Rick Christian, I am Matt Biggars, GOODNIGHT IWF!