Nowhere to Run

The intro begins with the fans cheering with anticipation and excitement. Signs are going up like “ME = Matthews Enterprises”, “The Order > The Empire”, “Griffin4IWFchamp” The pyros goes off as the fans continued the excitement. The excitement ceases when suddenly…

The lights suddenly go out in the arena, plunging the crowd into total darkness. Some fans are seen holding up their cigarette lighters. A light comes back on at the entrance ramp as we see a shadow of a young man in a white background raising the devil horns in the air as the crowd goes wild, knowing who it is. We then hear the words.

A cat-scratch, a whiplash, a witch hunt in black, Sandpaper

Heather Thompson – Introducing at this time… The Number One contender for the Insurgency Wrestling Federation Heavyweight championship… Griffin HAWWWWKINNNNSSSSSS!

"BOOOOOOOM!" the pyros go off as "Sandpaper" by Fozzy blasts in. The lights come back on as the young man is revealed as Griffin Hawkins. He then begins headbanging as he's on the ramp to the music before coming down the ramp and slapping hands with the fans, a few female fans keep reaching out trying to touch him as they are cheering him on. He looks on towards the ring and goes up the stairs.

He is on the ramp as he gives a sly wink to the screaming females before getting in the ring. He goes to the turnbuckle and raises the devil horns in the air, the fans are absolutely electrified as they are cheering him on. He gets down and takes off his leather rocker jacket. As he goes to the outside of the ring, a young fan is seen enjoying the show. He smiles, taking off his silver aviator sunglasses and places them on the lucky young fan who seems to be happy for the kind gesture. He gets in the ring and relaxes on the ring turnbuckle. He asks for a microphone as he paces back and forth. His music dims down as the crowd goes absolutely nuts. He pulls the microphone to his lips, beginning to speak

Griffin Hawkins - Tonight is the night that everything changes. Tonight is the night that I cash in my world championship opportunity and beat the living hell out of Alexander Remington. All week, and all month I’ve noticed that he’s not the same person that I knew him as months ago.”

The fans are booing, not only at the mention of Remington but of the fact hat he had changed. Griffin shakes his head as it appears that he would be pacing back and forth. Griffin continues on as he looks at all of the fans.

Griffin Hawkins – I know all of you are disappointed to be honest, I am too. I thought he would’ve been a lot smarter than to rejoin The Empire. Apparently he’s power hungry. Remington now, is nothing more than Corey Casey’s little bitch. Yeah, I said it. He’s a bitch. He turned Tiffani Michaels against me, and The Empire tried to take me out but if it wasn’t for Stygian saving my ass, I probably wouldn’t be standing here before you right now.

The crowd’s boos turns into cheers as they cheer on Griffin, they are very excited and just waiting with anticipation.

Crowd
“GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN! GRIFFIN!”

Griffin looks around with a smile on his face, nodding as he just embraced the chants that surrounded him. He took his time as he continues on.

Griffin Hawkins – Remington… You’ve held on to that championship long enough… Ever since you became champion I could’ve easily cashed this baby on you at any given time that I wanted to. And now, tonight is perfect. I’m going to beat your ass. Not only that but, I will become a champion that these people actually love and respect. You’re a disgrace to that championship. Ever since you became Casey’s man main. I wouldn’t be surprised if the both of you are rubbing dicks together.

The crowd are all over the arena, laughing and cheering on Griffin as he makes light of the current world champion. Griffin continues on as he makes his last statement

Griffin Hawkins – Tonight, I will take the title away from you. I’m going to be a champion that these people love, that they admire. I suggest you hold on to that championship while you still can, because tonight…I plan to beat you down. The championship belongs around my waist. And it’s going to it’s rightful place tonight.

Griffin drops the microphone as he sides out of the ring while his music starts up again. He slaps hands with a few fans as he’s on his way to the backstage area.



Live from the Philips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia

Matt - Welcome to IWF's NOWHERE TO RUN! I'm Matt and here's my partner Johnny Electric. Tonight we're in for a treat

Johnny - Didnt you hear what Griffin said? He thinks he's going to make Alexander his bitch. Yeah we'll see about that.

Matt - Indeed we will but for now it's time for the first match of the evening.

Heather Thompson – This match is a steel cage match and it’s scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

The cymbal/bass playes over the AP System, and the lights are flickering all over. The music speeds up, stobe lights hit, and Neon comes walking out to the beat. In his hands, his Signature Steel Chair, with Barbed wire Wrapped around it. Instead of climbing into the ring, Neon sits on the steel steps, and awaits his opponent.

Heather Thompson – From The Island of Neon, weighing in at 225 pounds…. “Mr. Paradox” NEON EXODUS!

Johnny – What a strange person this man is…

Matt – Strange is an understatement

Heather Thompson – And his opponent…


As the thumping cow bell of Rock n' Roll Never Felt So Good ignites over the P.A. system, the audience instantly begins to throw a fit, Their jeers only grow louder as Aries makes his grand entrance from behind the curtain, arms spread wide open for the world to take in his glory. He pauses at the top of the stage for a moment, his head bobbing back and forth as he inaudibly shouts to no body but himself before finally taking off toward the ring. Making a point to mostly ignore the sea of booing fans, Aries suddenly cocks his fist back and bolts toward the one fan who happens to get their out stretched hand the closest to him, pointing and cackling at their humiliation as the jump back at his sudden movements. Once reaching the ring, Aries wastes no time in entering and taking the center of the squared circle, managing to incite more anger out of the audience as he goes to raise his fist triumphantly into the air, only to stop half way and slap his bicep with his opposite hand, giving the fans the "shove it" gesture before retreating back into his corner.

Heather Thompson – From Windsor, Ontario, Canada…. Weighing in at 225 pounds… ARIES ARMADAISTTTTT!

Matt – Did I ever tell you that we have too many damn Canadians in this company…?

Johnny – Really? Huh, I didn’t know that.

Matt – Seriously?

Johnny –Not really… Thanks for the obvious point out, Matt. I’m sure that IWF knows how many Canadians they have in this company.


Neon Exodus [vs] Aries Armadaist

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Neon Exodus and Aries Armadaist lock up in a grapple as Aries forces Neon in a headlock. He applies pressure on it as he pushes his body further with extreme measures Aries tightens his grip as he hits a hard knee to Neon’s gut. He repeats his action, pressing his knee harder against the flesh of his gut. Aries smirks cockily as Neon breaks the grapple, hitting Neon hard with a hard right hand to the face. Neon kicks him in the gut as he then comes up and finally he hits a vertical suplex Neon grabs Aries as he lifts him up off of his feet. Neon then hits a massive dropkick, laying him out straight to the ground.

Matt – A lot of back and forth action with Neon taking it to Aries!

Johnny – Something tells me electricity will never leave this room…

Neon picks up Aries as he then hits a roundhouse kick to the back of Aries’s head. He then hits yet another dropkick that floors Aries, making an effort to make his offense known. Neon gets up on the turnbuckle and he dives off to hit the second rope leg drop. Neon covers Aries soon after.


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Aries kicks out as Neon pulls him up, kicking him in the gut and against his legs Neon tries to grapple him up for a suplex again but Aries blocks it. Instead he decides to hit a suplex of his own with brute force and strength Aries picks up Neon as he hits rapidly knee lifts to his abdomen repeatedly. He then hits a cobra clutch bacjbreaker, damaging Neon’s back with aggression. Neon kneels down as Aries runs and hits a running yakuza kick straight to the face.

Matt – What a yakuza kick by Aries!

Johnny – That sounded like it definitely was painful!

Aries picks up Neon as he then hit a bridging german suplex, making a cover from that position.


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Neon kicks out as Aries picks Neon up by the head. He throws Neon up against the cage head first. He then picks up Neon’s head yet again, smearing is head all up against the cage. Neon’s head trickled with blood as Aries smirks cockily. Aries picks up Neon yet again as he once again with force put Neon’s head up against the steel cage.

Johnny – Aries sure knows his environment, look at what he’s doing to Neon in that Cage!

Matt – It’s some surreal action that’s for sure.

Aries picks up Neon but Neon jumps up and kicks Aries dead in the head. Neon grabs ahold of Aries’s head and smashes his face into the cold steel. Neon picks up Aries as he hits a german suplex with brute strength and aggression. Neon then then goes up to the top turnbuckle, hitting a moonsault onto Aries with ravishing speed and agility.

Johnny – Look at that moonsault! I hope Aries is alright and that he can come out of this.

Matt – Looks like Neon is in it to win it!

Neon smirks as he sizes Aries up while Aries gets up. Neon then attempts a chokeslam but Aries stomps on Neon’s foot and rakes him dead in the eyes. Aries then lifts him up and he hit the brainbuster. Aries smirk as he goes on to make a cover.


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Neon kicks out as Aries picks him up. Aries then hits a fireman’s carry gutbuster with impact. He picks Neon up again and he hits a package fallaway powerbomb. He then sizes Neon up as he picks up Neon, hitting The Dick Kick, rolling him up with the small package, making the cover.


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Heather Thompson – Here is your winner, ARRRIESSSSS ARMDAAAIIIISSSSTTTTTT!

The camera angles switch to Chuck Matthews entering the building. Eric Steel is backstage as Chuck sees a perfect opportunity. Chuck runs up to Eric as he begins to speak

Chuck Matthews – Mr Steel! Hold up for a second. I need to talk to you about something

Eric Steel stops on his tracks as he turns around. He raises his eyebrow as he clears his throat. He begins to speak, taking his time form what it appears like.

Eric Steel – What exactly do you want Matthews? I don’t have all day.

Chuck Matthews – It's very simple. From what I understand… You have a decision to make soon.

Eric raises his eyebrow as he tilted his head slightly. He then took a deep breath as he just begins to speak yet again.

Eric Steel – Yes, the sole choice on whether to stay with Empire or go to The Order depends on what I want to do yes. Let’s cut to the chase.. What can you offer me that Corey Casey can’t deliver?

Chuck – Me? Nothing. My sister, though? How about a one on one shot at a title?

Eric Steel – Interesting… but did it ever occur to you or Casey that I don’t need any of you to help me get what I want. I can do it myself. In fact, on the two year anniversary of Battle Grounds, I will make my decision on which faction I choose to be associated with. And the faction I choose, I guarantee they won’t be happy. Quite frankly at the end of the day… I simply won’t give a fuck. Good day, Matthews.

Eric Steel leaves Chuck just standing there, obviously not caring one bit. The camera angle switches back to the ring now.

Heather Thompson – This match is a steel cage match and you can only win by pinfall… Introducing first…

The lights go out, the first chords of Hit the Lights by Metallica begins to play. Then the stage fills with blue, sparks shower down from the titan tron, and out comes Ethan, walking through those sparks, in a hoodie vest, long wrestling gear, black elbow pads, and gloves. Ethan stops at the entrance way and peeks from under his hoodie and then walks at a comfortable pace with the hood covering his face, smirking most of the time, depending on his opponent. He rolls into the ring, he stands in the middle of the ring and right as the singer of his theme song screams "Hit the Lights", Ethan throws back the hood and exposes his face and holds his arms out at his sides. Once that's done, he goes to the corner and props his self up on the corner turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.

Heather Thompson – From Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at 238 pounds, ETHANNNN CAGGGGEEEEEE!

Matt – And listen to this crowd for this amazing Ethan Cage!

Johnny – We’ll see how amazing he is once we find out who his opponent is…

Matt – I hear it’s someone he has faced before.

Heather Thompson – And introducing his opponent, for this evening…

The lights shut off as Two Faced by Dead By April begins to play. After the intro plays pyro explodes from the stage.

Don't try to run, we're alone in this war
Our thoughts will be futile, progessing bit by bit
as I'm fighting to kill it

Ryan Apollos walks out on the stage and stares out at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp.

Replace all my frustration
With you, inspiration was reclaimed

Fighting this addiction, I'm bleeding

Apollos stops at the bottom of the ramp and stares at the ring before walking over to the ring steps.

Evil is on my left, good is on my right
(It's like I'm two faced, It's like I'm two faced)
Telling me to hate, telling me to smile
(It's like I'm two faced, It's like I'm two faced)

Ryan enters the ring and circles the ring before climbing the turnbuckle and stares out at the crowd before getting off the turnbuckle as the music fades.

Heather Thompson – From Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 250 pounds…. “The Slayer” RYAN APOLLLLOOOOSSSSSS!

Matt – It’s a rematch from a couple of weeks ago!

Johnny – Last time Ethan Cage defeated him. Let’s see if Ryan can even the score!


Ryan Apollos [color=yellow][vs][color] Ethan Cage

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Ryan Apollos and Ethan Cage lock up as Ryan quickly applies a headlock, struggling a bit. Ethan struggles to get out of it as he pushes Ryan hard into the steel cage, smacking his face dead in the cage. Ethan grabs Ryan and hits stiff kicks to Ryan’s legs repeatedly. Ethan then hits a double underhook suplex into a backbreaker with devastating force. Ethan then gets Ryan up as he just springboards, hitting a springboard superman punch.

Matt – Niice springboard superman punch by Ethan Cage!

Johnny –They need to get to the banging of the heads against the cage.

Ethan picks up Ryan as he sends Ryan’s forehead directly into the cage. He repeatedly bangs Ryan’s head into it as Ryan’s forehead begins to trickle down with blood. He then puts Ryan in position as he hits a cradle Piledriver with devastating impact. He gets on the turnbuckle and he this a moonsault, hooking the legs afterwards.

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Ryan kicks out as Ethan pulls him up on his feet. Ethan rebounds off of the ropes as Ryan reverses it and hit a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker with aggressive force. He then picks up Ethan yet again, hitting a massive knee to his gut with aggression and pressure. Ryan picks up Ethan by the head as he quickly hits a snap suplex, almost swinging his hips as soon as he could in the mean while.

Matt – Ryan is trying to get back in this thing. And it looks like he’s on his way into doing just that!

Johnny – Like there was any doubt!

Ryan irish whips Ethan hard into the cage as Ethan’s face smashes against the cage. Ryan drags Ethan to the ropes, choking him out since there was no disqualification Ryan picks up Ethan Cage as he then irish whips him to the south turnbuckle. Ryan runs towards Ethan and he hits a swinging corner clothesline with devastating impact as Ethan’s limp body falls forward.

Johnny – Man, look at him go!

Matt – I have to say I’m impressed.

Ryan picks up Ethan as he then hit a samoan drop, floating over to make a cover.

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Ethan kicks out as Ryan Apollos pick him up with ease. But Ethan turns around and he hits a discus clothesline with huge impact. Ethan then looks to the top of the cage, then at Apollos, smirking. Ethan Cage climbs up to the steel cage. He looks down to see that Ryan was stirring to get up. Ethan climbs up faster as he climbs up to the top. He stands up and balances of himself. Ethan jumps from the top of the steel cage and he hits a moonsault from the top of the cage onto Ryan Apollos.

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

Matt – What a moonsault from on top of the steel cage! Ethan is putting his all for this one!

Johnny – No kidding!

Ethan gets up, holding his gut as he was in pain. He gets Ryan up as he turns around and he hits the pele kick to the cranium, having Ryan fall to the mat.

Matt – HIT THE LIGHTS!

Johnny – That’s all she wrote!

Matt – Here’s Ethan with the cover!


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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Heather Thompson – Here is your winner…. ETHAN CAAGGGGEEEEEEEE!

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The cameras cut backstage to Corey Casey in his office. He is watching the Pay-per-view while sitting at his desk, before there is a knock at the door.

Corey Casey
It's open.

The door opens and Phillip Joseph and Jack Savage both walk into the office.

Jack Savage
You wanted to see us boss?

Corey Casey
That I did. Now I know both of you have big matches tonight, and I know that you will do the Empire proud. However, there is another task that needs completing tonight, and I am leaving it with the two of you.

Phillip Joseph
What is it?

Corey desk up from his desk so he is on the same level as the other two men. He gets deadly serious.

Corey Casey
Gordon Fury is becoming a problem. Last week Phillip you shut down his momentum, and the only thing he has left is the High Impact title. Tonight, as you both know, he defends his title against Diana Logan. Gordon Fury does NOT leave Nowhere to Run as High Impact champion, no matter what. Do you understand me?

Jack and phillip look at each other and nod.

Jack Savage
We got it boss.

Corey sits back down before resuming to match the show.

Corey Casey
Good. That is all gentlemen.

Jack and Phillip leave the office as the cameras cut away. We take a small break.

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Baron says "Good, bad........just remember I'm the guy with the gun."

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We return back to Johnny and Matt on commentary.

Johnny - Hello everyone and welcome to one of IWF's most dangerous Pay Per Views Nowhere to Run.

Matt - I'm geared up for this Johnny, Corey's most loyal member of the Empire Jack Savage has vowed to bring him back the head of Baron Tomson on a silver platter here tonight.

Johnny - Lately Baron has been running rough shot all over the Empire during the last few weeks. Jack has vowed to destroy the Raging Inferno in a texas bull rope match!

Matt - I think this might been the first time we had a match like this, sure we've had strap matches before but never a texas bull rope match.

Johnny - For those unfamiler with the concept allow me to explain: Both men will have their wrist tied in a leather strap with a long rope seperating the two men and a cowbell hanging on the rope.

Matt - And the bell as well as the rope can be used as weapons and aside from that it's anything goes, no disqaulifications and no countouts, only way to win is by pinfall or submission.

Camera pans over to the lovely Heather Thompson for the announcement.

Heather Thompson - The following is a Texas Bull Rope match and it's set for one fall!

The sound of static can be heard and then it cuts to

Am I going insane?
My blood is boiling inside my veins
An evil felling attacks
My body's shaking there's no turning to black
As you eyes start to blister
There's just nope for our final embrace

Howard Harvard steeps out on stage wearing a suit turns around points to the curtain as Jack Savage and Kelly Savage emerge from behind it. As Jack droops down to one knee the Kelly stands to his right side and runs her hands up down Jack's body.

So here we are...
I'm in your head..
I'm in your heart!

Noah Philips steeps out on the stage wearing a suit and holding a silver Halliburton briefcase and stands behind Jack and Kelly.

You were told to run away
Soak the place, and light the flame
Pay the price for your betrayal
You betrayal, your betrayal!

Jack Savage stands up and Howard Harvard slowly leads the group to the ring.

I was told to stay away
Those two word I can't obey
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, your betrayal!

As they group gets to the ringside Noah Philips and Howard Harvard both go over to the steeps. Howard Harvard goes up them first and is fallowed by Noah. Jack stands still as Kelly again runs her hand up and down his body.

Is it my turn to die?
My heart is pounding as I say goodbye
So now I dance in the flames
I love you crying and screaming my name

Jack stands there smiling from ear to ear. As Noah and Howard both enter the ring and point down to Jack and Kelly Savage.

You said that we'd be forever
How could you kill me and lie to my face?
Now that we can't be together
There is no hope for our final embrace
So here we are, I'm in your head
I'm in your heart!!!

Jack and Kelly both slowly make there way over to the steeps and Kelly goes up them first fallowed closely by Jack. As the reach the top Jack out stretches his arms. Kelly walks over and opens the ropes and waits for Jack.

You were told to run away
Soak the place, and light a flame
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, your betrayal!

Jack walks over to the ropes that are being held open for him by Kelly as he enters he kiss her deeply and passionately on the mouth.

I was told to stay away
Those two words I can't obey
Pay the price for your betrayal
Your betrayal, your betrayal!!

Jack walks over to the right turnbuckle closest to the entrance ramp and points to himself.

GO!!

Jack smiles from ear to ear. As he droops down from the turnbuckle.

Heather Thompson - Introducing first representing the Empire from Green Bay, Wisconsin weighing 230 pounds Jack Savage!

Matt - Jack has personally volenteered himself to take on the Raging Inferno in this Texas Bull rope match. He has vowed to destroy Baron and bring back his broken body to Corey.

Johnny - Let's not forget that there's also a shot at the High Impact title up for grabs.

Matt - I'm sure Jack would love nothing more than to remove the bitter taste of losing his last attempt against Diana with a win over Baron.

The titantron glows a crimson red when "Star in the City" by Kevin Rudolf plays on the loudspeakers while Baron "Blaze" Tomson emerges from the curtains wearing his black trench coat with red flames lining from the sides and the back is the word "Blaze" written in fiery letters. He stands in the center doing his pose which ignites red pyro from the sides.

Everyday I'm a star in the city, walk these streets like a wanted man.
All the time got my shine looking pretty
Motherfuckers all know who I am
Every day feel the heat in the city
Like the barrel of a smoking gun
Read the signs, see the lights, they're so pretty
You're the one now turn me on.

Baron "Blaze" Tomson starts walking down with an arrogant swagger while he constantly points at the audience from the sides and shouts insults at them.

(Hey) give it all up for me
(Hey) give it all up for me
(Hey) give it all up for me
City boy life.

He then stops at the end and leaps to the nearest corner and climbs up to the tip turnbuckle where he's perched there. He looks around with an very cocky smirk etched in his face.

Every day I'm alive in the city
She's a fire that lives by the sun
On the street looking fine, looking pretty
She sucks the heat off my - gun
I will eat you alive in the city
While they pull up in fancy cars
Drinking wine, wasting time, you are pretty
Politicians, movie stars.

Baron then leaps off the turnbuckle and wonders around the ring before removing his jacket which he tosses to the time keeper.

(Hey) give it all up for me
(Hey) give it all up for me
(Hey) give it all up for me
City boy life.

Heather Thompson - And his opponet from Trenton New Jersey weighing at 256 pounds, Baron "Blaze" Tomson!

Johnny - Baron the renagade of the Empire has made it his mission to destroy the group he once was affailated with one member at a time.

Matt - Well you heard Philip when he said that Corey put a hit on the former hitman of the Empire. Baron saw that as a means of betrayal and took it apon himself to sever his ties with the group. To this end he has taken out evey member of the Empire that has stood against him up to this point.

Johnny - But Jack is a Corey man through and through, he will do whatever it takes to make sure that Baron's crimes against the Empire are paid in full with his blood.

The ref instructs each man to extend their hand to him so that he can put on the leather strap. Jack glares at Baron who smirks as he held out his glove while the ref strapped the leather on his wrist. Once both men are secured, the ref takes a few steps back and calls for the bell.


High Impact #1 Contender Match
Texas Bullrope Match
[b]Jack Savage [vs.] Baron Thompson

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Baron motions for Jack to put his fists up and Jack answers to the challange, both men start start slugging out in the center of the ring. Baron starts gaining the upper hand and drives Jack to the ropes, he whips him to the side and floors him with a shoulder tackle. Jack rolls to his feet and charges at Baron with a running tackle towards the far left corner. Jack rams his shoulder against the gut of Baron a few more times then takes a few steps back to ram him once more but Baron gets his knees up and knocks him back. While Jack is woozy from the counter Baron pulls himself to the second rope and leaps off hitting Jack with spinning elbow to the face.

Matt - Right now Baron is just taking it to Jack in the early going of this match.

Johnny - But you can never count the Savage One out, you need to keep him down at all times because if you let him gain the advantage, he'll make you regret it.

Baron then grabs the rope and overlaps it into a loop then uses that as a whip as he smacks Jack on the back. Jack responds with a double takedown that floors Baron as Jack mounts and starts throwing wild strikes to the face area. Baron manages to deflect most of the blows and throws Jack off of him. Both men make it to their feet and come charging in, Baron going high with the clothesline but Jack counters with the kitchen sink move that forces Baron to flip over as he holds his gut in pain. Jack then picks up some of the slack from the rope and wraps it around Baron's neck as he pulls back, Jack then applies the knee to the back adding more pressure as Baron struggles to get to a vertical base.

Johnny - Choke hold from Jack.

Matt - It's crude but it's effective.

Baron struggles to breath through clentched teeth and rams the back of his head into the nose of Jack which causes him to let go of the rope that was binding Baron. Jack holds his nose while Baron crawls on all fours and removes the rope tied around his neck as he tries to catch his breath. Jack with snort of anger charges towards Baron and picks him up, not seeing that Baron has the cow bell which he uses to smack Jack upside the head.

Johnny - Ouch.

Matt - No pun intended but Jack just got his bell rung.

As Jack struggles to his feet Baron clobbers him on the back of the skull with the bell, just then a sly smile forms on his face as he warps the ropes around Jack's neck with the bell hanging just below his neck. He pulls tightly as he leads Jack around the ring making mooing sounds.

Johnny - Now that's just complete disrepect there from Baron, treating Jack like he's some kind of cow.

Matt - It's mind games, just getting into the mind of his foe.

Jack then sweeps Baron's legs from under him which causes Baron to fall flat on his face. Jack turns and hooks the head of Baron, wrapping the rope around his neck for added tension as he drives him down with a massive ddt that causes Baron to slightly go limp.

Matt - What a ddt!

Johnny - Think that little show Baron did enraged Savage.

Jack climbs on Baron's back and starts raining shots to the back of the head while Baron instictivly covers up as best as he can. Jack then gets off and throws a kick to the side which Baron grits his teeth to block out the pain. Jack then picks Baron back up and hooks the arm before driving him down with a snap suplex before going for the cover.

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Baron kicks out and Jack stays on the offensive, throwing punch after punch. Baron tries to block them all but ends up taking a few good shots to the face before Jack pulls him to his feet and throws him to the turnbuckle. As soon as Baron's back hits the corner, he explodes out using the added momentum from the recoil to take Jack down with a massive clothesline though the force causes Baron to fall down to his knees.

Matt - Holy shit Baron just launched out of that corner like a shotgun blast!

Johnny - He can't rest though, Jack won't be down for long.

While Jack is recovering from the side, Baron rolls out of the ring as far as the rope can take him and searches for something under the apron. He pulls out a singapore cane and rolls back in however Jack takes Baron with a dropkick to the face which causes the cane to fly out of has hands and it lands outside.

Johnny - Looked like Baron wanted to inflict more punisment.

Matt - Took too long though and Jack made him pay for it.

Jack kicks him out of the ring and leaves his arm sticking out from under the bottem rope. Jack tangles Baron's arm with the rope and pulls back hard with a modified armbar, causing a howl of pain from Baron as he bites his gloved hand to block out the agony he's enduring.

Matt - Innovative way to lock in the armbar.

Johnny - Jack has Baron right where he wants him, he can take as long as he needs if it means breaking Baron's arm.

Baron searches around as he grits his teeth and sees the singapore cane that he took earlyier, he reaches out to grab it but Jack pulls back on the arm with renewed effort and Baron bites his tounge to prevent himself from yelling in pain. Baron finally gets his fingers on the handle of the cane and swats Jack right between the eyes with it. This of course forces Jack to let go while Baron takes a knee and holds his arm in pain, checking to see the damage that was already done. Meanwhile Jack rolls around the mat, holding his forehead from where Baron smacked him.

Matt - Baron able to break out the arm lock.

Johnny - Yeah but he's hurting, that arm might not be good for much as this match rolls on.

Baron rolls back in and takes Jack down with a forearm as he gets to his feet. Baron then attempts a clothesline but Jack grabs the arm that he used the armbar on and drives both knees into the arm joint causing Baron to hold his arm in pain. He turns around right into a flying knee from Jack who then flips Baron over and applys the Savage lock wrapping Baron's injured arm back as he maintains the hold.

Johnny - Savage lock applied.

Matt - And Savage adding extra pressure to that injured arm of Baron.

Baron with his free hand pounds the mat as he struggles in the hold. After a few more moments, Baron somehow finds the strength to lift himself up with Jack still on his back and flings himself back first into the corner which effectively breaks the hold. Baron then turns and throws a wild punch with his good hand decks Jack in the jaw, perhaps loosening a tooth in the process. Jack staggers out of the corner where Baron throws a hard knee to the gut that doubles him over, Baron then reels him to the side then with a mighty huff, lifts him up then drives him down with the gutwhench suplex though the move tool alot out of Baron's arm as he leans on the mat holding the arm while doing his best to block out the pain.

Matt - Baron is able to hit the gutwrench powerbomb on Jack.

Johnny - But you can see he's really hurting, that arm of his is giving him some seroius issues.

Baron with his good arm crawls to where Jack is sprawled on the mat and drapes an arm over the chest as he makes the cover.

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Jack gets the shoulder up.

Matt - Took too much time with the cover.

Johnny - He didn't really think that would be enough to put down Jack though I'm sure he was counting on it.

Matt - In the posistion that Baron is in right now I'm sure he's wanting to win this match as soon as possable.

Baron rolls to his side while Jack shakes the cobwebs off and crawls to his feet, Baron is already up and shakes off the pain in his arm as he moves in with a big boot to the chest. However Jack stays on his feet as he bounces back from the ropes and leaps up grabbing Baron's hurt arm and drives it down with a reverse arm breaker that flips Baron to his back. Jack hooks both legs and makes the cover.

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Baron is forced to use his upper body strength to kick out.

Matt - Baron had to resort to using his strength alone to kick out.

Johnny - he could have just put the shoulder up but he didn't want to risk further hurting his arm.

Jack pulls Baron to his feet by his hair but Baron surprises Jack with a desperation kick to the temple that knocks Jack down and causes Baron to fall to the mat but he instantly flops to the side so that that he dosent land on his injured arm. Baron then starts fishing into his pant pockets while Jack recovers from the blow to his head. Baron manages to produce a flask of whisky and removes the cap before applying some of it onto his glove.

Johnny - What is Baron up to?

Matt - Can't tell, looks like he's got some whisky on him.

Johnny - Huh....didn't know that Baron drinks.

Matt - That's jus the thing though.........he dosen't.

Baron tosses the flask away just as Jack is too his feet, he throws a few angry stomps on Baron he pulls him to his feet. Baron breaks his grip and spits a mist right into Jack's eyes, having took a small swing from the whisky before throwing it away. Jack's eyes burn from the alcohol as he tries to whip the contents out of his eyes, he dosen't see Baron light the glove that was soaked in the whisky on fire and throws the flaming fist right into Jack's cheekbone!

"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit!'

Johnny - Did Baron just punch Jack with a fist that was on fire!?

Matt - He calls that the fist of fury, only one other time I've seen him do something like that.

Jack is down and Baron manages to put the flame out of his hand before making the cover.

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Jack manages to kick out before the count of three.

Matt - What!?

Johnny - Jack is down but he's most certantly not out!

Baron cradles his hurt arm and pounds the mat in anger, he forces himself to his feet and walks to the ropes. He leaps onto the 2nd rope then springs off the 3rd, he soars over with the B.M.E but Jack manages to roll out of the way and Baron kisses the mat. Jack then grabs the cow bell and waits for Baron to get up before he charges in, using the sharp end on the bell he nails Baron sqaure on the forehead just above his right eye. Jack tosses the bell away and makes the cover.

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Baron kicks out but cries out when he holds his arm.

Matt - Every time Baron is forced to use that shoulder to kick out, he ends up hurting his arm more and more.

Johnny - It's taking every ounce of fiber and fortitude for Baron to not give in to the pain but the facts speak for themselves: Baron is like a wounded animal in that ring.

Wounded indeed, you can see a nice long cut from where the sharp end of the bell hit. Blood is already flowing out and some of it even cakes the top of Baron's hair. He wipes the blood away from his eye but Jack dosent give him any time to recuperate as he throws knee after knee strike onto the open wound. Then Jack grabs Baron's injured arm, flips over, then applys the bridging arm triangle choke, putting as mush pressure into the arm as possable.

Johnny - Hostile Takeover! Jack is determined to snap that arm of Baron's in half!

Matt - Baron needs to think of something and fast!

Baron bites hard on his bottem lip while Jack just works on his arm, he sees the bell and reaches for it, doing his best to block out the overwhleming pain. He grabs it and clocks Jack with it, Jack responds by tightening the hold however Baron throws a few more hard smacks with the bell and Jack finally is forced to let go. Baron goes over and slams the hard end of the bell right into Jack's nose, nearly breaking it. This allows Baron to roll a few feet away onto his back as he holds his arm while the ref starts the count.

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Jack starts to crawl towards the ropes to the side, his nose bleeding from having been busted open by the cow bell.

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Jack gets to his feet and leans heavyly on the ropes, Baron uses his only good arm to pull himself to his feet.


Matt - Both men are battered and bloody.

Johnny - Yet are still going strong.

Jack charges in a throws a wild haymaker that Baron ducks under, Baron then takes a hold of the ropes with his good hand and uses them to tangle Jack's feet. He tugs hard and forces Jack to his knees, as Jack tries to remove the rope bounding his feet, Baron takes a run towards the ropes and leaps up just as Jack got himself untangled and drives him down with the Burning Ax Kick!

Matt - Burning Ax Kick! Baron was able to set that move up perfectly!

Johnny - Come on Jacky don't let this guy win!

Baron slowly pushes Jack to his shoulders and makes the cover.


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Jack somehow manages to kick out and a look of shock is seen on Baron's face.

Matt - No fucking way!!

Johnny - Yes! The Savage one still lives!!

Matt - How!? How did he get out of that!?

Baron gets to his feet and does a cut throat motion, signaling for the Blazing Perfection. He pulls Jack in posittion but finds that his bad arm won't let him do the move and that allows Jack to counter with a sharp elbow to the gut followed with a modfied armbreaker on the injured arm, ramming the arm against his shoulder and making Baron yell in pain.

Matt - Baron tried for the Blazing Perfection but that damn injured arm wont let him do it!

Johnny - Jack has done so much damage to that arm that he has effectively removed any chance of Baron being able to hit that move. Without that Baron has no hope of winning this.

While Baron is tending to his arm, Jack comes alive and pushes Baron into the corner, Baron instictivly throws his back into the corner to prevent more damage to the arm. Jack moves in with a huge avalance that knocks the wind out of Baron. Jack then throws a few more punches, taking a moment to wipe the dry blood from his nose and props Baron onto the top rope, hooking his leg as he looks on at the crowd, he falls back driving Baron's skull right into the mat with the top rope ddt.

Johnny - Savage Spike!

Matt - Jack just cracked him right on the head.

Jack rolls Baron over and makes the cover.

Matt - Not like this.

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Just as the ref's hand came down for the three count, Baron somehow, someway manages to power out of the cover. Jack is stunned as he looks at the ref who holds two fingers in front of him.

Matt - Wow!!

Johnny - How!? How in the blue hell did Baron just kick out of that move!?!?

Matt - This is amazing, Baron is just telling this Empire scum bag that he wont be put down!

Now Jack is livid, he gets in the ref's face shouting that it was three but the ref dosen't back down and holds only two fingers. Jack shoves the ref out of his way and begins climbing the turnbuckle, seeing Baron's prone body just a few feet from him as he gets to the top rope.

Johnny - I think Jack is done playing around, he's going to end this match once and for all!

Matt - I don't know what else Baron can do at this point, Jack could very well finish this match!

However Jack makes the mistake of bragging to the fans, not even taking note of Baron who somehow manages to stur from his dazed state and crawls over to where Jack is. Jack gets ready to take off for a top rope moon sault but Baron with his only good arm clutches his hand into a fist and rams it right between the family jewels of Jack. The attack causes Jack to fall crotch first right into the top turnbuckle, with his back to Baron as Jack has a look of pain shown on his face.

Matt - Baron with a low blow from out of nowhere!

Johnny - This can't be happening, Jack was so close to putting this guy away for good!

Baron then gets to where Jack is and wraps the rope around Jack's neck and tucks his head underneath his armpit, using the turnbuckle for extra support to conpensate for his injured arm. He pulls back and drives Jack down with a modified version of the Blazing Perfection, spiking Jack's head into the mat below.

"That was awesome!"
"That was awesome!"
"That was awesome!"

Matt - There it is! The Blazing Perfection off the top rope!!

Johnny - No no no! Kick out Jack, kick out!!

Baron crawls over and manages to get Jack over to his back then drapes the arm across the chest.


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[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Here's your winner, Baron "Blaze" Tomson!

Matt - Yet another member of the Empire has failed to defeat Baron, even with everything going his way Jack was unable to get the job done.

Johnny - Corey is going to be steamed, Jack vowed to return with Baron's head!

Matt - Sorry to say but it turns out Jack will be going back to the Empire locker room empty handed.

The ref helps Baron to his feet, he goes to raise Baron's arm but he shakes his head and points to his other arm which the ref raises in victory. Baron wipes the dry blood from the cut above his eye brow as the ref undoes the leather strap attached to his wrist and hands him his jacket, he slings it over his shoulder and leaves the ring. Camera moves to a close up of Baron's smirking face as the camera cuts backstage where we see JC Styles walking down the hallway when Erik Reigns out of nowhere comes in with a baseball bat and smacks JC right in the head with it. He beats down on JC Style again and again and then throws the bat down hard on on his back, Erik smiles, content with his handy work, then walks away. Medics rush in as we take a close up view of JC Styles as he's laid out on the floor, the scene fades to black as the show fades to commercial.


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We return back as Masochist Messiah enters the entrance ramp and makes his way to the ring. He picks a corner and just sits there looking bored.

Heather Thompson - The following is a four corners match, introducing at this time from the unholy gates weighing at 235 pounds the Masochist Messiah!

Matt - So from what I understand Khaos's contract is on the line.

Johnny - Which means if he loses he's out of IWF.

Matt - You don't say?

As the music blast loud through the arena the lights begin to dim, and a red chaos symbol appears at the top of the ramp. Walking out from the backstage area Khaos stands in the center of it. Looking down at the ring, slowly raising his arms outward red flames burst high into the air around the spotlight in the form of the same symbol. Walking through the fire Khaos makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon reaching the bottom he makes his way to the steel steps where he starts to ascend them. Climbing into the ring through the top and middle rope he stands in the ring looking throughout the booing crowd with a sadistic smile on his face.

Heather Thompson - And from Bidderford, Maine weighing 223 pounds Khaos!

Johnny - Khaos has got to be feeling the pressure right now, his career on the line in this match.

Matt - He won't go down without a fight though, Messiah has a tall order ahead of him.

Ref straps them both between a metal chain that seperates the two men, he backs away and calls for the bell.


Khaos's IWF Contract on the Line
Four Corners Match
[b]Khaos [vs.] Masochist Messiah

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Both men turn around and each slap the turnbuckle behind them, already starting this match with one point each. Khaos shoots in with a clothesline but Messiah drop toe holds him into the metal chain, causing Khaos the fall face first on the metal chain. Messiah reaches out and touches the 2nd turnbuckle earning a point then grabs the metal chain and whips it hard on the back of Khaos.

Johnny - Messiah already in the lead in this match.

Matt - With his contract on the line Khaos is gonna have to really step up his game.

Messiah moves in but Khaos shoots out a double leg takedown and goes into a clitch, throwing heavy haymakers at Messiah who tries to over up but takes some damage. Khaos moves to tag one of the turnbuckles but Messiah pulls back on the chain preventing him from making it to the turnbuckle. They engage in a tug of war before Khaos lets Messiah pull him towards his foe and he lays him out with a massive big boot. This allows Khaos to reach for the turnbuckle which he smacks, evening the score.

Matt - It's evened up and Khaos has the advantage.

Johnny - Now it's just a case of maintaining that advantage.

Khaos measures his man and lines him up for another big boot but Messiah dodges and Khaos ends stepping over the chain, Messiah pulls back up, causing the chain to smack Khao right between the legs as he bends down. Messiah then grab Khaos while he's in this position and drives him down with a gut buster then reaches out and touches the 3rd pad.

Matt - Messiah's got three points now!

Johnny - One more to go!

Messiah makes his way to the last pad but Khaos stops him with a clothesline that knocks Messiah to the ground. Khaos then reaches out and just manages to smack the third pad.

Matt - Tied again.

Johnny - We're on the home streach!

Khaos waits for Messiah to get to his feet before setting him up for the reverse death vally driver.

Matt - Cold Blooded Desires coming up.

Johnny - He could win it right here!

Messiah though slips out and hits a low blow on Khaos, he then gets him on his shoulders and spins around with the TKO driving his head into the metal chain.

Johnny - Unholy cutter!

Matt - This could be the end for Khaos.

Khaos is laid out and that allows Messiah to reach out and smack the four and final turnbuckle pad, giving him the win.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Here's your winner, Masochist Messiah!

Matt - Khaos fought hard but in the end he's out of a job!

Johnny - Nice knowing ya kiddo.

Messiah grabs Khaos's contract and forces Khaos to look up, he tears the contract to peices in from of him then throws the remains at his face. Security moves in as Messiah laughs and leaves the ring, Khaos dosent resist as they escort him out of the ring as we take another small break.

The show returns from break with a shot of the arena. Heather Thompson stands in the ring

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a steel cage match! Pinfall, submission and escaping the cage are all viable ways to win! And…it is for the IWF Queen of Wrestling championship!

The lights dim as She Wolf begins to play over the loudspeaker. A spotlight appears on the stage as USC cheerleaders rush out from backstage dancing to the song. The cheerleaders make a line down the ramp and a single spotlight appears at the top of the stage. Molly Reid walks out in her cheerleading outfit, bouncing around with a smile on her face. She blows kisses to the crowd as she walks down the ramp, cheering with her cheerleaders.

Heather Thompson – Introducing first... the challenger…from Los Angeles California...weighing in at 124 pounds… ladies and gentlemen…MOLLY REID!

Matt – Molly shot up the ranks these last few weeks, this is only her third match and it’s already for the Queen of Wrestling title!

Johnny – But if you watched her matches, you can’t be surprised. She was nothing short of dominant

Molly Reid gets to the ring and walks up the steps, as the referee walks over and holds the ropes open for him. She smiles at him before ducking through the ropes and walking to one of the corners of the ring. She climbs onto the second rope and removes her cheerleading top, showing off her wrestling top. She throws the shirt into the crowd, and retreats to her corner, removing her skirt to reveal her wrestling shorts underneath. She stands in the corner awaiting the start of the match.

The lights inside of the arena fade down into darkness before the sounds of "Miss Nothing" begins to play loudly over the P.A. system. The fans are on their feet and cheering loudly once the titantron lights up with footage of Tiffani Michaels both inside and outside of the ring. Pink strobe lights make their way along the ramp before focusing upon the entrance just in time for Tiffani Michaels to step out from behind the black curtains. She is dressed in her Cheerios uniform and the Queen of Wrestling championship belt is wrapped proudly around her waist. Tiffani looks out towards the cheering crowd and with a big smile on her face she points towards the championship belt with both of her index fingers; the crowd responds by growing even louder while Tiffani pats the golden plate of her championship proudly with her left hand.

Heather Thompson – And now…the current Queen of Wrestling Champion! Also from Los Angeles California…weighing 116 pounds…ladies and gentlemen…TIFFANI MICHAELS!

Matt - Whether you love Tiffani or hate her...she has been a dominant Champion!

Johnny - Was there any surprise? Just watch her fight, she’s incredible

Tiffani makes her way down along the length of the ramp with a bounce in her steps. She touches hands with some of the fans reaches out towards her with the same big smile on her face displaying her happiness to be soaking up all of the attention from the crowd. Tiffani reaches the bottom of the ramp and she blows a couple of quick kisses towards the fans before she jumps up on the apron with ease. Tiffani removes the championship belt from around her waist and holds it up high above her head in both of her hands much to the delight of the crowd. Tiffani keeps a firm hold onto the belt while she makes her way through the ropes and steps foot inside of the ring. She walks around the inside of the ring with the championship belt in her hand while she uses her free hand to blow some more kisses out towards the crowd. The lights come back on to their full brightness and the music begins to fade out as Tiffani hands her championship belt over towards the referee.



IWF Queen of Wrestling Championship
Steel Cage Match
Tiffani Michaels [vs.] Molly Reid

The steel cage lowers around the ring as Molly Reid and Tiffani Michaels stare each other down from across the ring. The referee makes sure both of them are in their corners, before calling for the bell and motioning for the girls to begin the match

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Molly Reid runs at Tiffani Michaels, immediately jumping on her and raining down punches to her face, screaming at Tiffani Michaels as she does so. Molly Reid stands up and begins to stomp on the chest and arms of Tiffani Michaels, who struggles to move out of the way. Molly Reid finally stops stomping on Tiffani Michaels and reaches down, grabbing her hair and picking her up to her feet.

Johnny – Molly Reid is really taking the fight to the champion here in the early goings

Matt – That’s smart though, if she can get off to a quick start, she could take control of the match right from the get-go!

Molly Reid grabs the arm of Tiffani Michaels and goes to whip her into the cage wall. Tiffani Michaels blocks the irish whip, and instead grabs Molly Reid by the head, hooking it under her arm and quickly dropping Molly Reid with a quick snap DDT. Molly Reid rolls over onto her back, holding her face, as Tiffani Michaels stands up and runs towards Molly Reid, jumping into the air and dropping a leg across the face of Molly Reid. Tiffani Michaels wastes no time and grabs Molly Reid by the hair and picks her up to her feet.

Johnny – Now that championship experience is taking over for Tiffani

Matt – I think Molly was a bit too excited, she may have gotten ahead of herself, and now Tiffani has control of this match

Tiffani Michaels grabs Molly Reid by the head with one arm, and quickly hooks her leg behind the leg of Molly Reid, before dropping her backwards onto her head with a Russian leg sweep. Tiffani Michaels stands up and drops an elbow right across the chest of Molly Reid, before standing back up and dropping another elbow to the chest. Tiffani Reid stands up and this time, jumps and seat drops across the chest of Molly Reid.

Johnny – Nice seatdrop by Tiffani, she’s teaching Molly a lesson or two on how to be a phenomenal champion

Matt – The match is still young Johnny, let’s just enjoy these two hot ladies fight it out

Tiffani Michaels stands up and quickly walks over to the ropes. She bounces off of the second rope, and flips in the air, moonsaulting right onto Molly Reid. Tiffani Michaels goes for the quick cover, hooking Molly Reid’s leg as the referee drops down to count.

Johnny – Quick pin attempt by Tiffani!

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Molly Reid easily powers her way out of the pin attempt. Tiffani Michaels quickly stands up and walks into the corner, waiting for Molly Reid to get to her feet. Molly Reid slowly stands up, and Tiffani Michaels runs towards her. Molly Reid suddenly vaults over the head of Tiffani Michaels, who tries to slow down in time, but still bounces hard off of the steel cage. As Tiffani Michaels spins around in pain, Molly Reid grabs her and delivers a big german suplex, sending Tiffani Michaels bouncing off of the mat and across the ring.

Matt – Wow what a move by Molly!

Johnny – That could be a huge momentum changer in Molly’s favor!

Matt – Molly is pretty strong for her size, I’ve noticed.

Molly Reid stands up and looks around, before quickly walking over to the steel cage, and begins to climb it. She gets about halfway, before Tiffani Michaels runs over to her and grabs the waistband of her tights, preventing her from climbing any higher. Molly Reid jumps down and the two tie up and move towards the middle of the ring. Molly Reid swings for Tiffani Michaels’ head, but she ducks under it and grabs Molly Reid by the waist. Tiffani Michaels drops to her knees and quickly uses the rest of Molly Reid’s momentum to send her flying over her shoulder and onto the mat behind her.

Johnny – Great technical move right there by Tiffani

Matt – She’s usually more into the high flying stuff, but she can still get technical when she needs to!

Tiffani Michaels quickly rolls on top of Molly Reid, and flips her onto her back, twisting her arm behind her in a chicken wing. Molly Reid cries out in pain as Tiffani Michaels keeps the hold cranked on. Molly Reid slowly makes it to one knee, and then onto her feet, but Tiffani Michaels refuses to release the hold. Molly Reid uses her free hand and grabs the top of Tiffani Michael’s head, pulling it down against hers. Molly Reid drops onto her butt, pulling Tiffani Michaels down with her. Upon impact, Tiffani Michaels’ jaw smacks against the skull of Molly Reid, causing Tiffani Michaels to release the chicken wing and fall back on the mat.

Johnny – Molly with a nice reversal there, but can she capitalize on it?

Matt – She gets a move in here and there, but for the most part, Tiffani is controlling this match

Molly Reid stands up, rubbing her head where Tiffani Michaels’ jaw hit. Molly Reid walks over to Tiffani Michaels and picks her up by the hair. Molly Reid hooks the head of Tiffani Michaels and lifts her up vertically, dropping her backwards with a perfect suplex. Molly Reid hops back to her feet and quickly runs over to Tiffani Michaels and jumps into the air. Molly Reid tries to drop her knee across the face of Tiffani Michaels, who manages to roll out of the way at the last second. Molly Reid’s knee hits the mat, and she rolls away and back to her feet.

Johnny – Molly finally building some momentum here, can she make it last?

Matt – She’s starting to use her strength to her advantage, she needs more of that

Johnny – Tiffani is no weakling herself Matt

Matt – I know, but I think Molly has a small strength advantage between the two of them

Molly Reid stands up and is immediately met with a flying crossbody from Tiffani Michaels, who had gotten back to her feet. Both women get back to their feet, and Molly Reid runs at Tiffani Michaels, who jumps up and delivers a dropkick, sending Molly Reid right back down to the mat. Tiffani Michaels stands up and walks over to Molly Reid, where she jumps and connects with a standing moonsault. Tiffani Michaels drops down to pin Molly Reid, but is instead met with a quick kick to the side of the head.

Johnny – Nice kick by Molly to prevent Tiffani from even attempting a pin

Matt – This match has been pretty great so far

Johnny – And it’s still young!

Tiffani Michaels moves back towards Molly Reid, but is again kicked right in the side of the head. Molly Reid stands up and begins punching and kicking Tiffani Michaels all over her body at a very rapid speed. Molly Reid quickly takes a few steps back, before running and taking Tiffani Michaels down to the mat with a big clothesline. Molly Reid stands up and walks over to the ropes. She springboards herself off of the ropes and connects with a knee across the body of Tiffani Michaels.

Matt – There’s a nice display of just straight brawling by Molly

Johnny – She’s most famous for her street fighting skills, and she put them to good use right there

Molly Reid stands up and grabs Tiffani Michaels by the arm. She pulls her to her feet. Tiffani Michaels suddenly jumps up and wraps both legs around the neck of Molly Reid, twisting backwards and taking Molly Reid to the ground with a quick hurricanrana. Tiffani Michaels reaches back and hooks Molly Reid’s leg, trying for another pin attempt.

Johnny – Another pin by Tiffani

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Molly Reid powers out of the cover and manages to roll back up to her feet.

Matt – It’s going to take way more than that to put Molly away in this one

Tiffani Michaels runs at Molly Reid, trying to take her down with a flying clothesline. But this time Molly Reid ducks and grabs onto the waist of an airborne Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid uses that momentum to spin Tiffani Michaels around midair, and drive her backfirst into the steel cage wall behind her.

Johnny – Ooooh, right into the steel cage!

Matt – That was a sweet move by Molly, and finally! Someone is using that fantastic steel cage!

Tiffani Michaels drops down to the mat, holding her back in pain. Molly Reid stomps on her a few times, before spinning her onto her stomach. As Tiffani Michaels gets to her knees, Molly Reid sits on her back and slaps her in the back of a head a few times. Molly Reid then smacks Tiffani Michaels in the ass a few times, pretending she’s riding a horse

Johnny – This has to be humiliating for Tiffani

Matt – This is exactly what Molly wants to do though. She doesn’t just want to beat you, she wants to embarrass you.

Johnny – Yeah but wouldn’t this just make her opponents mad?

Matt – Maybe, but she’s not going to change her style

Tiffani Michaels reaches around and grabs the ankles of Molly Reid, grabbing them and quickly powering herself back to her feet. Molly Reid is tripped up and falls onto her back. Tiffani Michaels quickly runs to the cage wall and begins to climb it. Molly Reid sees this and immediately stands up and runs after her. Molly Reid climbs up onto the top rope beside Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid grabs the back of Tiffani Michaels head as she slowly turns around. Molly Reid jumps off the top rope, still holding onto the back of Tiffani Michaels’ head, dropping her facefirst into the mat with a bulldog.

Johnny – Yikes! Bulldog off the top rope.

Matt – Noooooo, not Tiffani’s pretty face!

Molly Reid quickly rolls Tiffani Michaels over and hooks her leg. The referee drops down and counts.

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Tiffani Michaels kicks out just after two. Molly Reid smacks her fist into the mat.

Johnny – Come on Molly, you know you need more than that

Matt – Both these girls came to fight tonight. I love it.

Molly Reid stands up and moves to the corner. She crouches, waiting, and motioning for Tiffani Michaels to stand. When she finally does, Molly Reid runs at her, looking to connect with a spear. Tiffani Michaels sees this and quickly jumps over a charging Molly Reid, who manages to get her hands up just before she smashes headfirst into the steel cage. Molly Reid spins around, dazed, right into the arms of Tiffani Michaels, who picks her up, and spins Molly Reid around before delivering a spinning backbreaker. Molly Reid rolls onto the mat clutching her back.

Johnny – Tiffani hits that, trying to gain some of the momentum back

Matt – Now both girls have hit their faces on that steel cage! That’s not what I want to see!

Johnny – Relax Matt, they’ll still be hot when this is over

Matt – They better be…

Tiffani Michaels walks over to the corner and climbs onto the top turnbuckle. She looks down at Molly Reid, before jumping off and front flipping in the air.

Johnny – Here comes the Snapshot by Tiffani!

Molly Reid rolls out of the way, and Tiffani Michaels lands hard on the mat.

Matt – Great job by Molly to avoid that one

Molly Reid slowly gets to her feet and looks at a laid out Tiffani Michaels on the ground. She looks at the cage wall, and then back at Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid grins and walks back towards Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid reaches down and grabs Tiffani Michaels’ head, and begins dropping elbows onto it. Eventually Molly Reid grabs Tiffani Michaels by the hair and throws her down onto the mat. Molly Reid quickly drops down and locks on to Tiffani Michaels’ arm, trying to twist it into an armbar.

Johnny – Molly says the armbar is one of her favorite submissions. Can she use it to win tonight?

Matt – She has to lock it in first

Molly Reid continues to fight against Tiffani Michaels, who desperately tries to prevent it. Eventually, Molly Reid manages to break Tiffani Michaels’ arm lock and sink in a quick armbar.

Matt – AND SHE JUST DID

Johnny – Tiffani needs to get out of this one, quickly

Tiffani Michaels immediately rolls over, trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure being applied to her arm. Molly Reid tries her best to keep the hold locked on tight, but Tiffani Michaels rolls over perfectly, and Molly Reid has no choice but to release the hold or risk being pinned. Both women rolls over and get back to their feet. They run at each other and both drop each other with a clothesline at the exact same time.

Johnny – That right there just shows how incredibly close this match is.

Matt – A double clothesline! I haven’t seen one of those in a long time

Both women are slow to get to their feet. When they do, they immediately lock up in the center of the ring. Neither woman is giving an inch, both trying their hardest to gain an advantageous hold. Eventually, Molly Reid uses her strength and pushes Tiffani Michaels towards the steel cage. Molly Reid manages to push Tiffani Michaels so that her back is against the cage. Molly Reid quickly goes to punch Tiffani Michaels in the face, but she ducks and Molly Reid ends up punching the cage. Tiffani Michaels uses this to grab the back of Molly Reid’s head and smash her face first into the cage.

Johnny – Ouch! Face meet steel!

Matt – Oh my god no! I think Molly got cut open!

Molly Reid stumbles backwards and Tiffani Michaels quickly grabs her head and drops Molly Reid with an inverted headlock backbreaker. Tiffani Michaels grabs the head of Molly Reid and picks her back up to her feet. Blood is coming down the face of Molly Reid, who was cut up after being shoved into the cage moments earlier.

Johnny – Yup, that’s definitely blood

Matt – At least it isn’t pouring out, but still, I hate seeing women bleed

Johnny – Such a gentleman you are

Matt – I try

Tiffani Michaels grabs onto the arm of Molly Reid and walks over to the ropes. She springboards off of the ropes and arm drags Molly Reid down to the ground. Tiffani Michaels quickly grabs both of Molly Reid’s arms and pulls them backwards, while driving a knee into her spine. Molly Reid tries to power out of the hold, but Tiffani Michaels just applies more pressure to her spine and arms. Molly Reid eventually headbutts Tiffani Michaels, which causes her to release her hold.

Johnny – Nice headbutt by Molly to escape that one

Matt – But was the damage done? That can really hurt your back if held for a long time

Molly Reid stands up and quickly spins around and throws a spinning heel kick. Tiffani Michaels just manages to duck under it, and grabs onto the leg of Molly Reid, tripping her up. Tiffani Michaels lifts the same leg up and begins to stomp at the back of Molly Reid’s thigh. Eventually she jumps into the air and drops both legs across the chest of Molly Reid. Tiffani Michaels stands up and walks over to the cage, where she begins to climb, albeit slowly.

Matt – Climb Tiffani climb!

Johnny – I don’t think Molly is out of it yet, probably shouldn’t have started to climb

Matt – Johnny! Be encouraging!

Molly Reid slowly gets to her feet and sees Tiffani Michaels trying to escape the cage. She runs over and grabs onto Tiffani Michaels’s leg, and prevents her from getting any higher. Tiffani Michaels kicks down at Molly Reid, trying to connect with her head. But Molly Reid yanks hard on Tiffani Michaels’ leg, causing her to fall off of the cage and back onto the mat.

Johnny – Ouch, right onto her back

Matt – Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s used to being on her back. After all, she is dating the Assbuster!

Johnny - …..what?

Matt – God Johnny, don’t you know anything? Remington is the ASSBUSTER! He busts more asses than anyone else in the world!

Molly Reid jumps onto the rope and cartwheels towards Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid quickly turns the cartwheel into a handspring and lands backfirst onto Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid quickly tries for the cover, but doesn’t bother with hooking any legs.

Johnny – Anyways…quick cover by Molly

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Tiffani Michaels kicks out.

Matt – Not enough!

Molly Reid quickly stands up and wipes some of the blood from her face. She grabs Tiffani Michaels and lifts her up onto her shoulder. Molly Reid runs towards the steel cage and uses Tiffani Michaels as a battering ram, headfirst into the fence. Molly Reid drops Tiffani Michaels and quickly mounts her, raining down punches to her face. Tiffani Michaels desperately covers up, her face bleeding, trying to block as many punches and slaps as she can.

Johnny – Molly is just going to town on top of Tiffani here

Matt – Listen to those slaps and punches land. That hurts me just to hear

Molly Reid eventually stands up and stomps on Tiffani Michaels a few times. Molly Reid limps over to the turnbuckle and climbs it slowly. When she reaches the top, she motions to the crowd. She quickly jumps off it, looking to hit her signature five star frog splash.

Johnny – If Molly can connect with Air Molly, this might be all over!

Matt – Here she goes! Look at little Molly fly!

Tiffani Michaels quickly rolls out of the way at the last second. Molly Reid manages to somewhat catch herself in time, and prevents herself from smashing into the mat. As Molly Reid slowly gets back to her feet, Tiffani Michaels pulls herself up along the ropes. Molly Reid sees this and moves towards her. Tiffani Michaels suddenly springboards off of the ropes and connects with a roundhouse kick to the jaw of Molly Reid.

Johnny – California Dreamin’ out of nowhere!

Matt – Molly could be out cold! Who saw that one coming?!

Tiffani Michaels falls down to the mat, but slowly manages to get back to her feet. She looks at Molly Reid, who is unmoving in the center of the ring. She then looks over to the cage, and begins to walk towards it. But she shakes her head and walks back towards Molly Reid, before dropping down and pinning her.

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Molly Reid kicks out before the referee can count to three.

Johnny – That hesitation definitely cost her. If she had gone for the pin right away, she might have won it right then and there

Matt – Coulda, shoulda, woulda, DIDN’T!

Tiffani Michaels screams in frustration. She quickly stands up and drags herself over to the cage and begins to slowly climb it. But Molly Reid gets back to her feet and uses all of her strength to run at Tiffani Michaels and chop block her in the back of her leg. Tiffani Michaels falls off of the steel cage and back into the ring.

Johnny – And then she takes even longer trying to get up the cage. I think Molly has the usually smart Tiffani a little flustered

Matt – I’d be flustered if I was her. Molly is hanging around, I don’t think Tiffani expected this

Molly Reid drops down and begins to lock in a rear naked choke on Tiffani Michaels, trying to get her to submit. But Tiffani Michaels manages to keep her chin down, and prevent Molly Reid from locking it in. Tiffani Michaels headbutts Molly Reid, and the two women stand back to their feet. Molly Reid tries to punch Tiffani Michaels in the face, but Tiffani Michaels ducks underneath, before jumping up and dropping Molly Reid with a standing dropkick.

Johnny – Picture perfect dropkick by Tiffani

Matt – Good god, this match is so back and forth. Can someone gain control?

Johnny – What are you talking about, this is fantastic! Back and forth and back and forth!

Tiffani Michaels picks Molly Reid up and whips her into the corner. Molly Reid hits the turnbuckle, but holds onto it. She falls down into the seated position, and Tiffani Michaels quickly runs and jumps towards Molly Reid, turning in the air. Tiffani Michaels’ ass smacks Molly Reid right in the face, knocking her down on her back. Tiffani Michaels quickly grabs the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle and uses them to lift herself up into the air, before dropping onto the chest of Molly Reid. She sits there and the referee begins to count.

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The referee notices that Molly Reid’s foot is resting on the ropes. The referee stops the count and points it out to Tiffani Michaels, who stands up and bends over to pick Molly Reid up. Tiffani Michaels is met with an uppercut for her troubles. Tiffani Michaels stumbles back into the center of the ring, holding her jaw. Molly Reid stands up and runs at Tiffani Michaels, connecting with a huge spear.

Johnny – Spear! Shades of Chuck Matthews by Molly Reid!

Matt – I’m sure Chuck showed her the spear a few times last week. And I don’t mean the move!

Johnny – Shut up Matt

Molly Reid slowly gets to her feet and drags herself to the corner. She climbs up the turnbuckle and looks down at Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid jumps off of the top rope and connects with a huge five star frog splash across the chest of Tiffani Michaels.

Johnny – Air Molly! This could be it!

Matt – Pin her Molly! Pin her now!

Molly Reid lies on her back for a few moments, trying to gather herself. She slowly rolls herself on top of Tiffani Michaels, as the referee begins to count.

Matt – TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME MOLLY

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Just before the referees’ hand hits the ground, Tiffani Michaels kicks out.

Johnny – What?!

Matt – HOW?!

Molly Reid rolls off of Tiffani Michaels and stares at the referee in disbelief. The referee holds up two fingers. Molly Reid looks back down at Tiffani Michaels, who is slightly stirring. Molly Reid grabs the head of Tiffani Michaels and drops elbows onto it, trying to get her to stay down. Eventually Molly Reid stands up and lets go of Tiffani Michaels, before moving towards the steel cage. Molly Reid begins to climb up the cage wall, but she slips and loses her balance, falling back into the ring.

Johnny – Man, that just shows you how exhausting this match is. Even with nobody around, Molly still can’t climb that cage

Matt – Both these women are leaving it all in the ring Johnny, there’s nothing left

Molly Reid and Tiffani Michaels slowly get to their feet. Tiffani Michaels runs at Molly Reid and flips forward, taking Molly Reid down with a running corkscrew neckbreaker. Tiffani Michaels stands up and walks over to the cage. She slowly begins to climb it. She gets near the top, before looking back and seeing Molly Reid starting to stand in the middle of the ring. Tiffani Michaels looks up, and then back at Molly Reid. Tiffani Michaels launches herself off of the cage and lands with her legs on Molly Reid’s shoulders. Tiffani Michaels tries to swing Molly Reid around with a hurricanrana, but Molly Reid somehow manages to grab onto Tiffani Michaels and slam her down with a powerbomb.

Matt – Molly with the powerbomb!

Johnny – Wow, I’ve never seen anyone catch Tiffani’s hurricanrana like that

Matt – You’ve never seen anyone like Molly then

Johnny – Clearly not until now

Neither women move in the ring for almost a full minute, before both begin to slowly stir. Molly Reid is first to her feet, and she stumbles over to the cage and begins to climb. Tiffani Michaels sees this and pulls herself over as well, climbing the cage beside Molly Reid. Both women reach the top of the cage, swinging a leg over the top of it and sitting there, facing each other. They both look up and realize that the other is sitting across from them.

Johnny – Holy shit, both girls are sitting on top of the cage!

Matt – Something’s gotta give Johnny!

Molly Reid quickly swings a fist at Tiffani Michaels, who swings back. The two women exchange blows while seated atop the cage, neither woman gaining any kind of edge. The crowd is silent, all holding their breath as the two women teeter so close to victory.

Johnny – This place is silent!

Matt – Can you blame them? They want to see what’s going to happen next!

Molly Reid grabs the back of Tiffani Michaels head and pulls it forward, smacking it into the cage. Tiffani Michaels somehow gets her foot up and kicks Molly Reid in the head. Molly Reid almost loses her balance, but manages to catch it again. This time Molly Reid kicks Tiffani Michaels in the head. Tiffani Michaels starts to fall back into the ring, but manages to grab Molly Reid as she does, pulling her down. Both women crash hard into the mat after falling off of the cage.

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

Johnny – Holy shit is right! They just fell of the god damned cage!

Matt – They fell from so high! Poor girls, I wish I could help them

The crowd chants loudly as neither woman moves in the ring. The referee checks on both women. Eventually, both start to move towards the opposite side of the ring. Each woman uses the ropes to pull themselves up to their feet. Both Molly Reid and Tiffani Michaels begin to climb up the steel cage, slowly but surely.

Johnny – I’m legitimately amazed that either woman can move after that

Matt – You and me both Johnny

Both woman manage to make it to the top of the cage, and take a quick break. At that moment, both of them see each other across the cage, and both realize what that means. Molly Reid and Tiffani Michaels use all the strength they have left to push themselves over the edge of the cage. Both women drop themselves down to the ground, and their feet hit the ground at the same time.

Johnny – Huh?!

Matt – It’s over!

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Johnny – Who won?!

Matt – Nobody! They tied! Both their feet hit the ground at the exact same time!

Johnny – So that means…

Matt – That means Tiffani keeps the title!

The cage is slowly lifted above the ring, and the referee quickly slides out and walks over to the timekeeper area. Both Molly Reid and Tiffani Michaels are slowly dragging themselves towards the ring, but neither looks like they know what happened.

Johnny – I’m just as confused as they are

Matt – They’re not confused, they just have no energy left to think

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, as both women’s feet hit the ground at the same time, we have a tie! And therefore, STILL the Queen of Wrestling Champion…TIFFANI MICHAELS!

Replays show on the jumbotron that show that both women's feet did, indeed, hit at the same time. Both women have pulled themselves into the ring, but only Tiffani Michaels has gotten to her feet. The referee slides into the ring with the Queen of Wrestling title belt and helps Tiffani Michaels stand up, explaining to her what happened.

Johnny – Tiffani is just figuring out that she gets to keep the belt!

Matt – Damn, I was hoping we’d see a real winner

Tiffani Michaels grabs the belt and holds it in the air with one arm, while the referee holds her up. Blood is covering her face and skin. The crowd cheers loudly just in appreciation for the match, not necessarily the winner. Tiffani Michaels pushes off of the referee and climbs onto a turnbuckle, holding the title to the sky

Suddenly, Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood begins to play, and Jessica Matthews walks out from backstage, holding a microphone

Jessica Matthews
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on a minute!

Tiffani Michaels turns back towards the entrance ramp, where Jessica Matthews stands on the stage.

Jessica Matthews
After a match that good, I don’t want to see it end in a tie. Nobody likes ties. I think the fans deserve to see a real winner, right?

The fans erupt loudly. Tiffani Michaels yells something at Jessica Matthews, who smiles at her.

Jessica Matthews
I’m restarting this match now. No ties. No count out. No disqualification. The only way to win is by pinfall. Have fun!

Johnny – WHAT?!

Matt – YES! I GOT WHAT I WANTED!

Jessica Matthews grins again as the referee quickly calls for the bell.



IWF Queen of Wrestling Championship
No Disqualification Match
Tiffani Michaels [vs.] Molly Reid

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Tiffani Michaels turns around back into the ring, and is immediately hit with a spinning heel kick from Molly Reid.

Johnny – NO! MOLLY KICK OUT OF NOWHERE!

Matt – NEW CHAMPION!

Molly Reid lies on the mat for a long time, evidently having used all her strength to hit that last manoeuver. Eventually, she crawls over to Tiffani Michaels and rolls on top of her. The referee begins to count

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Tiffani Michaels kicks out just as the referee’s hand hits the mat for a third time. He quickly holds up two fingers, to signal that Tiffani Michaels somehow kicked out in time.

Johnny – How…what…

Matt – Are you kidding me?!

Molly Reid stares at Tiffani Michaels in disbelief. She looks at the referee, who holds up two fingers. Molly Reid slides out of the ring and walks over to the timekeeper area. She grabs a steel chair, and throws it into the ring, before sliding back in and grabbing the chair.

Johnny – Uh-oh. Molly wants to end this match now

Matt – She still can’t believe that Tiffani kicked out after that Molly Kick

Molly Reid limps over to Tiffani Michaels, who is just beginning to get to her knees. Molly Reid smashes the chair across the back of Tiffani Michaels, who cries out in pain and collapses to the mat. Molly Reid smashes her three more times with the chair, before throwing it away. Molly Reid slowly moves to the corner and crouches down, spitting blood out of her mouth and wiping it off of her face. She motions for Tiffani Michaels to stand up.

Johnny – Here comes a little Hollywood Impact courtesy of Molly Reid!

Matt – Yeah but look at what Tiffani’s got!

Tiffani Michaels slowly reaches for the ropes and pulls herself to her feet. Unbeknownst to Molly Reid, she is holding the Queen of Wrestling belt against her chest. As she begins to turn around, Molly Reid runs at her and goes for the spear. Tiffani Michaels quickly swings the belt and smacks Molly Reid right in the jaw, sending her up to her feet. Molly Reid wobbles around while standing, clearly out on her feet. Tiffani Michaels quickly uses all of her strength to springboard off of the ropes, and jumps and delivers a huge roundhouse kick to the jaw of Molly Reid, knocking her to the ground.

Matt – California Dreamin’ by Tiffani!

Johnny – Even after having the match restarted, and suffering a Molly Kick, Tiffani is going to retain her title! What a kick!

Tiffani Michaels collapses beside Molly Reid, who looks to be completely out cold. Tiffani Michaels doesn’t have the strength to pin her right away though, and the two lay there for minutes, neither moving. Eventually, Tiffani Michaels manages to crawl over and get her shoulder on top of Molly Reid. The referee begins to count

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Molly Reid gets her shoulder up at the last possible moment.

Johnny – Fuck this, I can’t handle this

Matt – Johnny! Watch your language

Johnny – No, I can’t, not after this. Are you watching this? These two girls are superhuman

Tiffani Michaels looks a mix between shock and fear at Molly Reid, as she cannot believe that she managed to kick out. Tiffani Michaels tries to stand but can’t. She crawls over to the corner, and begins to pull herself up the turnbuckle. Tiffani Michaels miraculously manages to get herself to the top of the turnbuckle, where she perches, looking down at Molly Reid, who is slowly starting to move again. Tiffani Michaels poses for the crowd weakly, before using all that remains of her strength to front flip off of the turnbuckle towards Molly Reid.

Johnny – Once Tiffani connects with this Snapshot, it has to be over. Right?

Matt – I guess we’ll find out

As if summoning the strength directly from God himself, Molly Reid somehow jumps to her feet and jumps and spins towards a flipping Tiffani Michaels, catching Tiffani Michaels with a spinning heel kick to the jaw as she flips in the air.

“HOLY FUCK” “HOLY FUCK” “HOLY FUCK” “HOLY FUCK”

Johnny – What the hell just happened?!

Matt – Molly just Molly Kicked Tiffani in midair! That was unbelievable!

Both Tiffani Michaels and Molly Reid hit the mat hard. Tiffani Michaels is flat on her back, out cold. Molly Reid is on her stomach, but also isn’t moving. Eventually, slowly, Molly Reid drags herself towards Tiffani Michaels. Molly Reid drapes an arm across the chest of Tiffani Michaels, before collapsing beside her. The referee drops down.

Matt – Cover!

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Tiffani Michaels weakly lifts her shoulder, but it’s too late. The referee calls for the bell.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and NEW IWF Queen of Wrestling Champion…MOLLY REID!

Johnny – I-I-I’m speechless

Matt – That was quite possibly the greatest match I have ever seen here in IWF

The referee grabs the Queen of Wrestling championship off of the mat and walks over to Molly Reid, who still hasn’t moved. Medical personnel run down the ramp and slide into the ring, checking on both women. Eventually, they help Molly Reid to her feet, while they slide Tiffani Michaels out of the ring. They help her up the ramp, trying to explain what happened, as she clearly does not remember.

Johnny – It’s no surprise that these girls can’t stand on their own after what they did in that match

Matt – But they’re too tough to get stretchered out. They’re both walking out of here on their own two feet!

The referee hands Molly Reid the Queen of Wrestling belt and explains that she won. Molly Reid looks at him in almost disbelief, before grabbing the belt and thrusting it in the air, screaming as she does so. The crowd erupted louder than they had all night. Molly Reid puts the belt around her waist, as some of the medical personnel help her out of the ring and up the ramp. As she gets to the top of the stage, she turns around and pushes herself off of the people holding her up. She falls down to her knees and holds the belt high in the air, as the fans continue to cheer as loud as they can.

Johnny – I’m still in shock!

Matt – I could watch that replay of Molly hitting that Molly Kick off of the Snapshot for hours and it would still blow my mind.

The show fades out to commercial with Molly Reid still on the stage, being helped back to her feet, still holding onto the title.

The camera angles switches back to the ring with all six participants of the Steel Cage Scramble standing outside of the steel cage.



IWF Uprising Championship
Steel Cage Scramble Match
Jacobs Figgins [vs] Eric Steel [vs] Farmer Dick [vs] Johnny Cage [vs] Matt Stone [vs] Jaxx Ryder

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Immediately, all hell breaks loose as Johnny Cage and Matt Stone begin trading punches. Farmer Dick turns his attention to Jaxx Ryder. Jacob Figgins runs up behind Dick, driving his shoulder into the big man's knee. Dick falls to the ground, and Jacob immediately locks in a crossface, cranking back hard on Dick's head and neck. Jaxx in turn, moves towards Eric Steel. He runs, leaping in the air and taking Eric down with a hurricanrana. Eric manages to keep his footing, but stumbles towards the cage, smashing facefirst into the steel wall. Jaxx gets to his feet, throwing his arms out. The crowd cheers.

Johnny - Jaxx Ryder showing off for the crowd.

Matt - This is going to be a one-man highlight reel!

Eric gets to his feet, and shakes his head, heading up the ramp.

Johnny - Is Eric...walking out on this match?

Matt - What is this guy thinking?! He's throwing away his chance at the Uprising Championship!

Across the ring, Johnny Cage grabs Matt Stone by the neck and drives him headfirst into the cage. A small trickle of blood begins running down Matt's face. Johnny moves to follow up on the move, but Matt holds up his hands in a T sign.

Matt - THERE ARE NO TIMEOUTS IN WRESTLING!

Stone slowly backs away from Cage, and walks up the ramp, following Eric.

Johnny - What the fuck, man.

Matt - TWO walkouts? Does NOBODY want this title?

Figgins releases his death clutch on Farmer Dick, smirking as he looks down at his handiwork. He stomps down on Dick's spine for good measure, then turns around to be met with a big dropkick from Jaxx Ryder. Figgins stumbles back, but catches hold of the cage, keeping his balance. Johnny Cage moves towards Figgins and Ryder, grabbing hold of Ryder's neck. He throws Jaxx facefirst into the cage. Jaxx falls to the floor, clutching his face. Johnny turns his attention to Jacob, who charges, looking for a lariat clothesline. Johnny barely ducks the shot. Figgins turns around and is met with a sharp kick tothe gut. Johnny lifts Jacob in a suplex. He turns, moving towards the crowd barricade.

Johnny - Jacob Figgins is in a bad place right now.

Johnny drops Jacob across the barrier. Jacob's back bounce off the barrier, and he rolls to the floor on the side with the crowd. Johnny smirks and turns his attention back to Jaxx. He approaches Ryder, who springs to his feet, blasting Johnny across the face with a trash can lid.

Matt - OUT OF NOWHERE!

Jaxx digs under the ring again, pulling out a table. He sets it up, next to the cage. He lifts Johnny to his feet, and rolls him onto the table. Jaxx lays a heavy smack across Cage's chest, then moves to the barricade, jumping on top of it.

Johnny - He's got the table resting between the ring and the barrier...not really sure what Ryder is planning here.

Jaxx turns his back to Johnny, looking behind him. Figgins slowly stands, and spots Jaxx on top of the barricade. Jaxx kicks Jacob away, and glances over his shoulder at Johnny. He turns his attention back to Figgins, who moves back to the barrier. Jaxx shakes his head, and motions for people to move out of the way. The crowd parts slightly, and Jaxx leaps from the barricade, taking Figgins down with a crossbody and sending both men crashing through the first two rows of chairs.

Matt - WOW!

Johnny - BOTH men sent flying through the chairs!

Johnny slowly rolls off the table, looking at the carnage on the other side of the crowd barrier. He looks from Jaxx and Jacob on the outside, to Farmer Dick, still laid out at ringside, to the cage. He slowly begins climbing the cage.

Johnny - Jaxx and Jacob took themselves out! Nobody is there to stop Johnny from getting into the ring!

Jaxx slowly stands, shoving a chair off of him. He spots Johnny making his climb. Jaxx sends a sharp kick to Figgins' gut, then runs towards the barrer. In one move, he leaps to the barricade, then jumps to the cage, grabbing hold of it, and climbing up next to Johnny.

Matt - Some great agility shown by Jaxx Ryder, and now-

Jaxx wraps his leg around Johnny's, and falls back with a Russian legsweep. The two men fall from the cage, crushing the table below.

Matt - DAMN!

Johnny - Through the table!

Jaxx and Johnny lie in the broken table, while Jacob stirs on the outside. Slowly, Figgins gets to his feet, stretching out his back, groaning. He moves towards the barricade, and slowly climbs over it, back into the main arena. He grabs the trash can lid from earlier, and moves towards Jaxx and Johnny. He brings it down, smashing Johnny in the face with it. He lifts Cage out of the wreck, and onto his shoulders. He charges towards the cage, driving Johnny's face into the wall. Johnny rolls to the mat, his face busted open. Figgins turns around to see Jaxx charging. He ducks the shot, lauching Jaxx off his feet with a back body drop. Jaxx does a full flip, and grabs hold of the cage wall, climbing it imediately.

Matt - This guy's like a monkey!

Jacob turns to see Jaxx climbing the cage. He grabs a chair from beneath the ring, and swings it, smacking Jaxx across the spine. Jaxx manages to stay on the cage. Jacob swings the chair again. cracking it across Jaxx's back once more. Jaxx loses his footing, and is forced to rely on his hands to keep him holding onto the cage. Figgins positions himself beneath Jaxx, and grabs him, pulling him away from the cage. He stumbles forward, and powerbombs Jaxx to the concrete floor.

Johnny - Shit!

Matt - Did you see Jaxx's head bounce off the concrete? What a shot!

Figgins turns and picks up the chair before launching it over the top of the cage into the ring. He slowly begins to climb up after it, inching towards the top of the structure. Jacob Figgins flies off of the top of the Cage as he hits and connects on Farmer Dick, taking him out with a devastating blow. Figgins gets up and he picks up Farmer dick, he then hits Conspiracy lies behind the gates of Valhalla.

Matt – what a move by Figgins!

Johnny – Cover him, cover him!

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Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, Farmer Dick has been eliminated!

Jacob then turns to Jaxx Ryder who climbs up on the cage and is also on top. Jaxx attempts to hit a crossbody from off the top of the cage but Jacob catches him in mid flight, hitting the jawbreaker lariat with devastating force. He then makes his cover on Jaxx Ryder.


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Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, Jaxx Ryder has been eliminated!

Jacob Figgins turns and he runs to Johnny Cage but Cage hits a massive superkick out of nowhere. Cage grabs Figgins but Figgins counters it and locks in conspiracy theory

Matt – Oh man, he has nowhere to go now!

Johnny – Damn. I think he’s going to tap out.

Johnny sees that he has no other choice but to tap out while in pain.


Heather Thompson – Here is your winner and NEW Uprising champion, JACOB FIGGGGIINNNNNSSSSS!

As the Steel Cage is raised and Figgins celebrates his victory, Jaxx Ryder is seen near the edge of the ring, shaking his head as he looks on. Everyone else has left the ring aside from him.

Matt - Well it's back to the drawing board for Jaxx.

Johnny - This kid has all the potential in the world all he needs is the right kind of moti-

Suddenly the lights go out as the beginning's of Core the angle play. As the music starts to pick up the lights start a flickering effect as smoke emerges from the entrance.

Johnny - What the hell is going on?

Matt - I have no idea but I got a funny feeling about this.

Just then a long figuire wearing a long sleeve coat, hands in his pockets, he sways to the beat of the music as it plays.

Never thought of this before.
Did I ever look behind the door?
Have I ever try to understand?
Did I listen to the other hand?

The man wears a large colorful jester mask and a sack that covers his head and hides his hair, he walks towards the ring, fans unsure of what to make this strange person.

Johnny - Serously.........who is this guy?

Matt - I don't know, for some reason he looks a bit familer but I can't seem to put my finger on it.

Have I ever try to see?
Parts of you that aren't a part of me.
Do I really want to know?
Or am I just drifting with the flow?

The man makes his way through the 2nd rope and climbs the top turnbuckle, his eyes gazing at the crowd before him. Jaxx Ryder is in the figuire staring at this man.

Lead me to the angle of your life.
help me see from there.
Lead me to the angle and I'll try.
To see the world from there.

The music stops and the figuire jumps down, him and Jaxx meet towards the center, staring each other down.

Johnny - Well look at this show down.

Matt - Seems this stranger and Jaxx know each other.

Johnny - That's a given, but who is he?

Suddenly the masked man extends his hand to Jaxx and Jaxx accepts it, they share a bro hug and the man raises his hand to the confused crowd.

Matt - What?

Johnny - Apperently these guys are friends.

Matt - I don't get this.

Jaxx walks away for a moment as the mask man removes the sack from his head exposing his long black hair which falls to his shoulders.

Matt - Uhh....

Johnny - What a second...

The stranger then removes the coat, revealing a warrior tunic with colorful shades of blue, white and gold and the words "Master of the Human Hightlight Reels" Painted in silver letters on the front and back.

Johnny - No way.....

Matt - It can't be.......

Jaxx tosses the man a mic as he reaches the side of his mask with one hand, in one motion he tears the mask off and the crowd just goes nuts once the face is seen.

Matt - Oh my god!

Johnny - FUCK YES!! IT'S HIM!! THE MAN WITH THE BEST FINISHER EVER!!

Matt - The Steel Angel!!

The crowd is on their feet as Steel smirks and talks on the mic.

Steel Angel
Friends of IWF.............I'm bbbbbbbbbbbbbaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!

"Welcome home!"
"Welcome home!"
"Welcome home!"
"Welcome home!"

Matt - Crowd is loving this, the Steel Angel has returned back to IWF!

Johnny - We haven't seen him since his match with Ethan Cage a few weeks back.

Steel Angel
I know I've got some catching up to do, I mean after all I've been on.......vacation I guess you say. I can't give too much away but let's just say I had some talks with the new general manager of IWF Jessica. Heard that she's brought back the tag titles or something and that got me thinking........I would love to bring back the Human Highlights Reels as a legit team into this growing tag division. However since my old...........partners are none exsistant, I feel the need to rebuild the team and take it into a whole new direction. As one of the founders of the group, I feel it's nessicary for me to start from the ground up and remake the Human Highlights with a new partner in mind.

He then points to Jaxx.

Steel Angel
And my new partner...........is you Jaxx.

Matt - WHAT!?!?

Johnny - You heard it folks, we're looking at the new Human Highlight Reels!

They both share a another embrace and they both leave, the crowd still welcoming Steel back into the front as he soaks in the praise he's getting from the crowd.

Johnny - Ladies and Gentlemen the Steel Angel is back in IWF and he's joining the tag division!

Matt - With Jaxx Ryder as his partner, can't wait to see these two in action.

We take one last shot of the new team before the camera cuts away.

The camera cuts back to the ring as Heather Thompson prepares to announce the next match.

Heather Thompson – The following contest is a Texas Bullrope match, and it is for the IWF High Impact Championship!

White lights flash brightly, followed by the sound of thunder as the lights dim. Red and gold lasers cut through the blue-lit fog that rolls out from the sides of the stage as the opening bars of “She’s Like Thunder” by Doro Pesch blast over the speakers. The dark-haired woman can be seen quietly entering the stage at this time, but when Doro’s voice enters, gold sparks erupt and the spotlight shines on Diana Logan. She wears a costume reminiscent of Wonder Woman’s newest, with a red leather jacket over a red and gold top, and skintight blue pants with silver stars down the side seams. There’s a vinyl tiara wrapped around her forehead, with a red star in the center. It all glitters in the light as she strides confidently down to the ring, and leaps up onto the apron.

Heather Thompson – Introducing the challenger, from Evanston, Wyoming, wieghing in at 170 pounds... Diana Loooogggggaaaaannnn!

Matt – Diana has a huge opportunity tonight to leave here as the first woman to ever win the High Impact Championship!

Johnny – And this is the perfect time! With Gordon Fury losing his spark last week, if Diana were to take his title, this is her chance!

She raises her hands into the air to acknowledge the crowd and ask for their energy, before she does a flip over the top rope and goes to her corner to remove her jacket and get ready to face her opponent. Her theme fades out as the opening double kick drums and guitar riffs of “Honest Eyes” by Black Tide blast through the arena speakers and the fans all get on their feet in anticipation. As the intensity increases at the second intro riff, the fans cheer loudly as Gordon Fury walks through the entrance curtain, High Impact title draped over his left shoulder. He flicks his hood back and riles up the fans from the stage, getting an even louder response.

"HATE!"

On that word Gordon fist pumps out in front of him, queuing a blast of pyro from behind him.

"I'm filled with hate,
And you will regret!
How did I get so lost?"

"FIGHT!
I’ll win this fight,
Pull Myself out!
Save myself at all cost!"

Gordon pulls the title off his shoulder with his right hand and holds it as he slaps hands with the fans on his way down the ramp, constantly on the move, going to both sides of the ramp.

Heather Thompson – And the opponent, from Mackay, Australia, weighing in at 210 pounds, he is the current IWF High Impact Champion... Gordon Fuuuuurrrrrryyy!

Johnny – Gordon Fury is in for a shock to the system tonight, as because of the bullrope, his usual high flying offense will be negated!

Matt – Fury has never had a problem adapting before, but he has never been in such a constricting position.

"Give me my,
My life back!
I will take what’s gone..."

Gordon gets to the ring and climbs the ring steps, before stepping onto the apron, turning so that he is facing away from the ring.

"How?
How'd we come this far?
Why did we survive?
I'd rather live my life through Honest Eyes!"

Gordon turns and leaps in one motion, landing straight on the second turnbuckle. He then hoists the High Impact title high in the air, causing an uproar of cheers.

"Where did we go wrong?
What did we not see?
I'd rather live my life through Honest Eyes!"

Gordon then leaps off the turnbuckle and goes across the ring to the opposite corner, jumping up to the second turnbuckle, and riling up the fans again by holding the title up in the air. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and hands the High Impact Championship to the referee before taking off his hoodie and throwing it into the crowd. He then goes into the middle of the ring to meet Diana as his song fades out. The ref meets both of them with the Bullrope, and Gordon holds his hand out to shake Diana's. Diana gives Gordon a nod of respect before accepting the shake. At this point the ref attaches the bullrope, and signals for the bell.



IWF High Impact Championship
Texas Bullrope Match
Diana Logan [vs.] Gordon Fury

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

They both lock up in the center of the ring, and Diana immediately gains the advantage. She shoves Gordon back, then yanks her hand back in order to bring Gordon back in, before she drops him with a shoulder block. Gordon gets back up and Diana pulls him in again, this time throwing him over her head with a belly to belly throw. However, the rope goes taught while Gordon is in mid air, and his arm is pulled in a sick direction as he crashes to the mat.

Matt – Holy shit, Gordon may have had his arm just torn out of it's socket! This one could be done already!

Diana moves over to Gordon and goes to pick him up, but she looks at his arm with a slight look of worry on her face, before stepping back and giving Gordon time to rise.

Matt – What the fuck is she doing?

Johnny – She obviously wants to win this match the right way Matt. That may not be smart, but you have got to respect it.

When Gordon gets up Diana moves in for the Glamazon, but Gordon fights it off with repeated elbows to the face, before rocking her with a huge spinning back fist. Gordon backs up to try and get some space, but Diana pulls him in again, trying for a clothesline. Gordon ducks under it and comes out the other side, but his momentum sends him straight into the referee, knocking him to the ground.

Matt – The referee is down! Gordon with a cheap shot on the ref!

Johnny – Cheap shot my arse.

He then yanks on the rope, spinning Diana around, before charging in and nailing her with the Fury Impaler. Gordon holds his shoulder in pain.

Johnny – Fury Impaler connects, but Gordon used that injured shoulder, no doubt furthering the injury.

Gordon goes for the cover, but the referee is still out. Gordon hits the mat in frustration as he stalks Diana as she gets to her feet. He slaps his knee, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Diana gets to her feet...

Matt – Wait what is this!?

Johnny – It's Jack Savage!

Jack Savage comes in through the crowd and climbs to the top rope behind Gordon. He leaps off the top rope for the Savage end, but Diana makes the save, nailing Jack with a huge chokeslam.

Matt – Is Diana stupid? If she had of let Jack connect, this match would be over!

Johnny – Wait! Phillip Joseph on the other side!

Phillip slides in the ring on the opposite side, behind the back of both wrestlers. As soon as Gordon turns around, Phillip charges at him full speed, but he moves at the last second, and Phillip nails Diana dead on with the Reality Check!

Johnny – Phillip misfired and took out Diana! He nearly broke her in half with that Reality Check!

Phillip looks at what he has done and curses, but as he does Gordon springboards off the nearest ropes with the slack he has, and drills Phil right in the chin with a shining wizard, knocking Phillip down and he rolls out of the ring. The referee starts to come too and Gordon looks down at the near lifeless Diana, before quickly moving if and flipping her to her stomach, locking in The Fury Vice!

Matt – Fury Vice is locked in! The damage is already done, and the ref in now in perfect position!

Diana tries to crawl to the ropes, but all it does is put her in more pain as Gordon really cranks back on the hold. The fans are on their feet screaming, and Diana finally has no choice but tap out.

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson – Here is your winner and STILL IWF High Impact Champion... Gordon Fuuuurrrrryyyyy!

Johnny – Diana tapped! This match is over! Gordon Fury retains! What a shocking turn of events!

Matt – The Empire ambush backfired, Corey Casey is going to be pissed!

The ref brings Gordon the High Impact championship as “Honest Eyes” by Black Tide blasts through the arena again. He holds his title high as the ref raises his hand to the roar of the crowd as the cameras cut away to commercial.




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The show returns to Hollywood's Fucking Finest, Neart le Cheile, and Flex Johnson & Desmond Young in the ring. Around them, The Pyramid stands.

Johnny - There it is. The Pyramid. Possibly the sickest structure in IWF.

Matt - This thing shortens careers.

Heather Thompson - The following is a Pyramid Match for the IWF Tag Team Titles! In order to win, both members of the opposing teams MUST be pinned or submit.

Matt - Slight change from the usual way of Pyramid matches.

Heather Thompson - Introducing first...at a combined weight of 454 pounds...the team of Flex Johnson and Desmond Young!!

Flex and Desmond look at each other, and raise their fists to the sky, to a mixed reaction.

Johnny - A relatively new team. These two have some solid chemistry together...but is it enough to win them IWF gold?

Heather Thompson - And the opponents...at a combined weight of 440 pounds...Tim Patrick and Sean Libby...NEART LE CHEILE!

Matt - I think she's pronouncing it wrong.

Johnny - Probably. Tim and Sean are an unlikely duo, but they won their match last week, and have earned a rematch for the tag titles.

Heather Thompson - And finally..at a combined weight of 437 pounds...they are the defending IWF Tag Team Champions...Ace Static and Axle Vengenace...HOLLYWOOD'S FUCKING FINEST!

Matt - The champs are here!

Axle and Ace hold their tag titles high before handing them to the referee.

Johnny - Three referees in this contest to keep an eye on things if the match goes outside the ring.

Matt - Let's get to it!


IWF Tag Team Championships
The Pyramid
Hollywood's Fucking Finest [vs.] ASS & Johnson [vs.] Neart le Cheile
Axle Vengeance & Ace Static [vs.] Flex Johnson & Desmond Young [vs.] Tim Patrick & Sean Libby

[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Johnny - And here we go!

Immediately, Desmond and Flex rush Axle, while Tim and Sean go after Ace, each team raining down punches on a member of HFF.

Matt - And right away, both teams taking the fight to the tag team champions!

Johnny - Remember that the rules for the Pyramid change for this matchup. This is NOT a retrieval match. This is an elimination match. BOTH members of the other teams must be pinned or submit in order to win.

Tim slides out of the ring, and digs beneath the apron, pulling out a long string of barbed wire.

Matt - What the fuck, man.

Tim wraps the barbed wire around his fist, and lifts it for all to see. The fans roar with excitement as Tim slides into the ring. Axle approaches and is met with a huge right hand to the temple. He falls to the mat, bleeding profusely. Tim quickly drops down, holding Axle to the mat by his throat with one hand, and raining blows to the head with his barbed wire hand. Across the ring, Ace knocks Desmond away, and begins trading punches with Flex. Flex drives a boot to his gut, and throws him to the corner. Flex climbs to the second rope, looking down at Ace. He brings his fist down, the crowd counting with each punch.

"1!" "2!" "3!" "4!" "5!" "6!" "7!" "8!"

Ace reaches beneath Flex and throws him off the corner. Flex soars over the post, flying facefirst into the cell outside the ring. Desmond rushes in to attack, but Ace ducks the shot, pulling down the ropes and sending Desmond crashing to the floor on the outside as well. Ace moves towards Tim and Sean, who continue to beat down Axle. Ace kicks Tim in the back, knocking him off. Ace grabs Sean by the neck and arm, and lifts him in a suplex. Sean drives a knee to Ace's face, dropping behind him. Sean grabs Ace by the shoulders and brings him crashing down with a reverse DDT.

Johnny - Good move by Libby there.

Matt - The numbers disadvantage took the tag champs by surprise, but now they're getting back into their groove. If HFF can control the pace, the odds are completely in their favor.

Tim rolls out of the ring, and digs under the apron once more. Axle gets to his feet, and is met with a sharp kick by Sean Libby. Axle is rocked, but maintains his balance. Sean fires off a second kick. Axle catches Sean's foot. Sean hops on one leg for a moment before leaping up, looking for an enzuigiri. Axle manages to duck the kick, sending Sean to the floor. Axle stomps down on Sean's spine, then turns towards Tim. He slides out of the ring, walking up to Tim. Tim spins around, swinging a kendo stick, which collides with Axle's ribs.

Matt - DAMN!

Johnny - Tim using any weapon he can find under that ring!

Matt - Tim specializes in hardcore matches. The Pyramid is more than happy to oblige!

Tim pulls a ladder from under the apron and slides it into the ring. He crawls in, and looks a Sean. The two men look up, and nod. Sean sets up the ladder beneath the door leading up to the second cell. Tim climbs, reaching the door. He drives his fist into it, breaking it open. He slowly hoists himself up into the second cell.

Johnny - You have to think Tim feels right at home here.

Matt - The higher you go, the more dangerous it gets. The third cell isn't even accessible. It's lined with barbed wire on all sides!

Tim wanders the wasteland of weapons, smirking. He picks up a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire. He grins, and tosses it down to Sean in the ring.

Matt - Tim is like a kid in a candy store right now! This is great!

Tim grabs a baseball bat, and smirks. He tosses it into the ring, and continues looking through the weapons. In the ring, Sean takes the 2x4. Desmond slides into the ring. Sean swings, but Desmond ducks the shot. Desmond turns around, and drives his knee into Sean's gut. He elbows Sean to the back of the skull, then takes him down with a Russian legsweep. He goes for a cover.

-1-

-2-

Sean kicks out.

Johnny - Quick kickout by Libby at two.

Matt - Sean Libby is the only man in this match with experience inside the Pyramid. It was From the Ashes in 2011 that Libby risked life and limb for the High Impact Title inside this structure.

Sean slowly stands. Desmond sends him to the ropes. Axle grabs Sean by the ankle outside the ring, tripping Sean. Sean falls facefirst into the mat. Flex charges Axle, driving a forearm into the champ's back. He grabs Axle by the neck. Axle drives an elbow to Flex's gut, grabbing him by the neck instead and running him facefirst into the cage wall. Flex goes for a pin.

-1-

-2-

Axle powers out. In the ring, Desmond crushes Sean to the mat with a powerslam. He approaches Sean, who kicks him away in desperation. Sean scrambles towards the 2x4 as Desmond comes near. Sean flips onto his back, and swings the weapon. It collides with Desmon'd face, and he falls back, clutching his eye. He moves his hand, revealing a gash beneath his eye. Sean plants his boot on Desmond's face, dragging it along the cut. Sean turns, and slowly climbs the ladder, towards the second cell. He looks down at Desmond, lying in the ring. Flex slides into the ring, and begins pushing down the ladder. Sean leaps up, grabbing the cage that makes up the floor of the second cell, dangling high above the ring. Flex jumps, trying to reach Sean's feet, but can't reach.

Johnny - Sean is fifteen feet high! NOT a good place to be!

Tim reaches through the cell door, offering to pull Sean up. Sean shakes his head, turning towards Flex and Desmond below. He swings a couple times, then lets go, doing a full backflip before landing on Desmond.

Matt - WHAT THE FUCK.

Sean hooks Desmond's leg.

-1-

-2-

Flex looks to break up the pin, but Tim drops from the cell above, taking him down with a flying clothesline.

-3-

Johnny - What?

Matt - Desmond is eliminated!

Flex slowly stands. Tim slaps his knee, stomping it in anticipation.

Johnny - He's getting ready!

Flex turns around and Tim fires off a Detonator. Flex ducks the shot, turning behind Tim. He lifts Tim in an electric chair drop, but converts quickly, dropping Tim across his knees.

Matt - Anywhere But Here! Flex hit it!

Flex covers.

-1-

-2-

Sean dives onto Flex, breaking up the pin. Outside the ring, Ace grabs the kendo stick, and slides into the ring. He cracks it across Sean's back, then turns, looking down at the fallen Tim. He swings it down, snapping it across Tim's ribs. He smacks Flex with it for good measure. Sean slowly gets to his feet. Ace kicks him to the gut, lifting him in a suplex, and planting him firmly into the mat. He goes for a quick cover.

-1-

-2-

Sean kicks out. Ace turns, and eyes the barbed wire 2x4. He smirks, and picks it up, staring at it.

Matt - Sean Libby, prepare your anus.

Ace grabs Sean by the hair, pulling his head up, and digging the barbed wire into his face. Blood gushes from the wound, and Sean struggles to break free of Ace's grip. Ace plants his boot on the back of Sean's head, and stomps his face into into the mat. Axle slowly enters the ring, and stomps down on Tim.

Johnny - HFF is getting back into this.

Matt - Things are not looking good for Tim and Sean.

Axle kicks Tim out of the ring, and turns his attention to Sean. Ace lifts Sean to his feet, and throws him to Axle. Axle lifts Sean, letting Sean's legs fall across Ace's shoulders. Axle tosses Sean up into powerbomb position, where Ace powers him into the mat.

Matt - And there's the Hollywood Hangover.

Johnny - That's gotta be it for Libby.

-1-

-2-

-3-

Flex slowly gets to his feet. Ace and Axle look at each other, and nod. Axle turns his attention to Flex, while Ace slides out of the ring, stalking Tim. Tim drives an elbow to Ace's gut, and stumbles away, towards the cell wall. Ace follows. Tim circles the ring, trying to find an escape. He stops, and turns around as Ace rounds the corner of the ring. Tim charges, stepping onto the steel ring steps and throwing his entire weight against Ace in a crossbody. THe two fall into the cell wall, which gives way, an entire section breaking down.

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

Ace and Tim lie in the wreck of the cell. Inside the cage, Axle grabs the 2x4, and slowly begins pulling the barbed wire off of it. Flex kicks Axle to the gut, and tears the 2x4 out of his hands, barbed wire hanging off it in long cords. Flex swings the weapon, but Axle jumps back, dodging the blow. He screams as the barbed wire whips him across the stomach, shredding the skin on his abdomen.

Matt - SICK!

Flex smirks, and brings the 2x4 down again, whipping Axle across the midsection with the barbed wire. Axle does his best to fend off the shots, succeeding only in taking whips to the arm and ribs. He blindly charges forward, taking Flex down with a clothesline. He grabs the weapon, ripping the wire off of it, and throwing it in a knotted heap on the floor. He lifts Flex by the hair, and wraps the 2x4 around his neck before falling back, taking Flex down with a Russian legsweep onto the mass of barbed wire. He rolls off Flex, and grabs the barbed wire, wrapping it around Flex's neck.

Johnny - This is just inhumane.

Flex elbows Axle in the face, trying to knock Axle away. Blood seeps from cuts forming in Flex's neck. Axle releases the wire, and allows Flex to tend to his wounds for a moment. Axle stomps on Flex's spine, and lifts him to his feet. Flex shoves Axle away. Axle approaches, and is taken down with an arm drag. Flex goes for a quick cover.

-1-

-2-

Axle kicks out. Outside the ring, Tim slowly stirs. He approaches the cell, and begins climbing.

Matt - Somehow, I don't think this will end well.

Below, Flex drops Axle with a suplex, and goes for another cover.

-1-

-2-

Axle kicks out again.

Johnny - Flex is starting to gain the upper hand, but he needs to be hitting bigger moves. Axle keeps coming back.

Flex grabs the ladder from earlier in the match. He waits for Axle to stand, then charges forward, driving the ladder into Axle's face. Above, Tim reaches the top of the cell. Ace sees Tim at the top, and starts climbing up himself. Tim moves to the edge of the cell, and starts stomping on Ace as he hoists himself up. Ace shoves Tim away, and the two tie up. Ace throws Tim to the floor. Tim scrambles to his feet, and the two tie up again. Tim pulls Ace into a side headlock, and runs towards the wall of the second cell. He drives Ace's head into the wall, then drops for a pin.

-1-

-2-

Ace kicks out.

Johnny - Remember, falls count anywhere in this match. Tim is completely allowed to pin Ace on the cell ceiling.

Tim pulls Ace to his feet, and elbows him to the jaw. Ace stumbles back. Tim charges, but Ace ducks it, sending Tim flying with a back body drop. Tim lands, inches from the edge of the cell.

Matt - HOLY SHIT that was close.

In the ring below, Flex smashes Axle's face into the corner. Axle stumbles back, and Flex follows up with a bulldog. He slowly rolls Axle over, and looks for another cover.

-1-

-2-

Axle barely gets a shoulder up.

Johnny - Flex has been taking the fight to Axle, but he simply cannot put the man away.

Matt - What does it take?!

Flex stands, waiting for Axle to get to his feet. Axle slowly stirs, and stands. He lifts Axle in an electric chair position.

Matt - Here it comes again!

Axle wriggles free, and lands behind Flex. Flex turns around, and Axle lifts him before taking him down with a wicked Lobotomy.

Johnny - THERE IT IS!

Axle drops down, visibly tired, but manages to hook the leg.

-1-

-2-

-3-

Matt - And that's it!

Johnny - It's Tim Patrick against BOTH of the tag team champions!

Above Axle, Tim slowly pushes himself up, trying to get to his feet. Ace looks around, and eyes the top of the second cell. He smirks, and begins climbing, looking down at Tim every so often. Tim slowly gets to one knee. Ace looks at Tim, then to the top of the cell, then back. He pushes himself off the cell, falling towards Tim, who springs to his feet and fires off a wicked kick that connects with Ace's jaw.

Johnny - DETONATOR! OUT OF NOWHERE!

Matt - Not just out of nowhere...OUT OF MID-FUCKING-AIR!

Axle races to the cage wall and begins climbing to the second cell. Tim crawls towards Ace and throws an arm across his chest. The referee drops, counting the pin.

-1-

-2-

-3-

Matt - And the odds have been evened!

Axle slowly tries to pull himself to the second cell. Tim stomps down on Axle's face as he tries to climb. He stomps on Axle's hand, forcing him to let go of the cell.

Rick - Tim refusing to let Axle up!

Tim plants his boot on Axle's face, trying to kick him away from the cell. Axle manages to keep hold of the wall with his one hand. Tim steps on Axle's fingers. Axle groans in pain, and tries to grab hold of the top of the cell. Tim drops down, grabbing Axle by the wrist, and slowly peeling Axle's hand from the cell. He smirks at Axle, then shoves his hands away, sending Axle falling from the cell, through the announcer's table.

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

Johnny - God damn it.

Matt - Our apologies to our Mexican viewers. YOU'RE WITHOUT COMMENTARY!

Johnny - But DID YOU SEE THIS?!

Tim slowly climbs down the side of the cell, moving towards Axle, who lies in the wreckage. He looks at Axle for a moment, then steals a glance at the tag titles sitting at ringside. Tim goes for the pin.

-1-

-2-

-3-















Axle gets his shoulder up.

Matt - HOW?!

Tim slowly stands, staring at Axle, awestruck. Axle slowly gets to his feet. Tim drives his foot into Axle's gut, and takes him down with a DDT. He goes for the pin.

-1-

-2-

Axle kicks out. Tim pulls Axle to his feet, then plants him to the mat with a neckbreaker. he goes for the pin.

-1-

-2-

Axle kicks out.

Johnny - I think frustration is setting in here.

Matt - Tim Patrick has not won gold here in IWF. He's seconds away from breaking that dry spell...but Axle is not having any of it!

Tim slowly stands, and looks back to the ring. He heads through the hole in the cell, and digs under the ring again.

Johnny - This is what Tim needs to do. Get back to his roots. Play by his strengths. Grab a weapon, and start swinging.

Tim pulls a chair from under the ring.

Matt - Simple, but effective.

Tim leaves through the cell's hole, and moves towards Axle. He wraps the chair around Axle's throat. Tim slowly retreats, climbing to the top of the other announcer's table.

Johnny - He isn't thinking this, is he?

Tim jumps off the table. Axle shoves the chair away at the last second, but takes Tim's boot, smashing into his face. Tim pulls Axle to his feet. He rolls Axle onto the announcer's table, and climbs up. Axle rolls off, and grabs Tim by the ankle, tripping him. Tim hits the table hard and rolls off. He quickly gets to his feet and throws a punch at Axle. Axle ducks it, and lifts Tim in a German suplex. He plants Tim hard into the broken Spanish announcer's table, and bridges for a pin.

-1-

-2-

-3-






Tim gets a shoulder up.

Johnny - Still in this!

Axle uses the English table for support as he gets to his feet. Tim slowly stands. Axle pulls him in for a powerbomb, dropping him into the concrete. He immediately lifts Tim again, hooking the arms, and drives Tim, facefirst, into the floor.

Matt - That's gotta be it. Game over.

Axle desperately rolls Tim over, and hooks the leg.

-1-

-2-

-3-















[Ding! Ding! Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Here are your winners, and STILL the IWF Tag Team Champions...Axle Vengeance and Ace Static!!!

Johnny - A wild battle...a hard-fought battle...but there they are. STILL the tag champions!

Matt - What a match!

Axle is handed the belts, and he holds them close. He struggles to his feet, but manages. He proudly hands the other belt to Ace, and the two make their way up the ramp as the camera cuts to backstage. Chuck stands in his sister's office, talking to an unknown woman.

Chuck Matthews
We're in agreement, then?

The woman nods.

Chuck Matthews
You make sure she's taken care of. Then I will see to it that you're given a contract.

The woman smirks, and nods before heading out of the room. She brushes by Molly Reid, who holds the Queen of Wrestling Title over her shoulder. She walks in.

Molly Reid
Hey Chucky.

Chuck frowns.

Molly Reid
Jessica not here?

She looks around, but Jessica Matthews is nowhere to be seen.

Chuck Matthews
Let me ask you something, Molly.

Molly slumps down on the sofa.

Molly Reid
Can you make it quick? I'm about to go celebrate.

Chuck holds up two fingers.

Chuck Matthews
How many fingers am I holding up?

Molly narrows her eyes.

Molly Reid
Are you serious?

Chuck shrugs.

Chuck Matthews
It's a simple question.

Molly shakes her head, and stands.

Molly Reid
I know what this is about. I'm not wasting my time with this.

She turns to head out of the room.

Chuck Matthews
Going somewhere?

Molly Reid
Yeah. I do. Like I said, I have celebrating I planned on doing.

Chuck nods, smiling.

Chuck Matthews
That's nice. You have fun, then....Actually, you go ahead and have all the fun you want. Have a week long party. You're suspended for seven days.

Molly freezes in her tracks.

Molly Reid
Excuse me?

Chuck Matthews
Suspended. You are not allowed on Battle Grounds next week. Enjoy your party.

Molly Reid
You can't do that!

Chuck puts his hands on his knees, bending down slightly to look Molly in the eyes.

Chuck Matthews
When you signed a contract with IWF, you signed a contract that agreed to whatever terms and conditions necessary to appear on my network. This is not an IWF issue. This is a Matthews Enterprise issue. I don't care who you're sleeping with, Molly. But you will remember that I am still your boss...no matter what goes on when the cameras shut off.

He winks, and takes a few steps back.

Chuck Matthews
Enjoy your vacation.

The show cuts back to the ring.

The show returns from break with a shot of Heather Thompson standing in the middle of the ring.

Heather Thompson
The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is the final fight of the Siege Perilous tournament. If Phillip Joseph wins, then he will compete for the World Heavyweight title at Ascension. Now introducing first, from Hollywood, California...PHILLIP JOSEPH!

Enemy by Fozzy plays as Phillip Joseph walks in champagne bottle in one hand and a lovely looking girl in the other as he hands her the champagne then gets a kiss for good luck. He enters the ring and removes his shirt showing off his upper body as he waits for his opponent.

Heather Thompson
And his opponent, weighing in at 315 pounds; from Bullhead City, Arizona; he is “The Black Dragon” and you are not prepared; THIS…IS…STYGIAN!


The lights die out, every last light in the joint is gone. Fans light lighters…well since nobody fucking smokes anymore, there aren’t many lighters lit, but a few. Others hold up their cameras with the flashes lit, or their phones with either the selfsame, or a stupid app that makes it look like they’re holding up a lit lighter. Hell, the IWF marketing department shamelessly sells small LED squeeze lights with Black Dragon logos on them for fans to hold up at moments like this. Regardless of the illuminating device, fans are holding them up and the audience looks like they’re at a Poison concert waiting to hear “Every Rose Has It’s Thorn”. But instead, they hear the sound of a dragon flapping its wings, and then a deep, resonant roar fills the arena as the creature suddenly appears on the jumbotron overhead and lands atop a jagged, black volcanic mountain. A few feet below where the winged beast lands, a lava fissure cracks, and magma cascades down the sheer cliff face and appears to spill onto the stage below, where the silhouette of a man stands. The lava vanishes behind him, and appears to fill up a molten armor chestpiece until it glows yellow-orange.

YOU ARE NOT PREPARED

A wall of fire erupts, blocking the stage and even the jumbotron itself. Flames shoot down either side of the ramp, and when it gets to the end, the ring posts light up and burn like torches as the eye is naturally turned back to the entrance ramp where Stygian stands replete in his full regalia, and with a scalloped black over-the shoulder cape as the opening cord of the first verse of Jorn’s “End of Time” rings throughout the arena.

I have a dream to start over again
In silence bleeding - is the heartbroken man
Turning the pages I'm longing for grace
I'm fading picture of a human in rage

Stygian walks down the flaming ramp with a snarl on his face through the second verse. He glances back and forth into the crowd, but never once reaches to slap an outstretched hand or even smile. Instead he stops just outside of the cage, undoes the cape and lets it slide off and raises his hands in time with the chorus. When he does, the ring posts erupt in pillars of flame that seem to reach high enough to burn god’s ballsack.

Tell me who we are
Coming from afar
See the distant star
In a flying car
It's a future world
Go and get your girl
Reach for the sky to the end of time

It's only once he's free of the cape that anyone can notice the galvanized steel chain Stygian has wrapped around his shoulders and dangling like a scarf. down past his waist.

Matt--What the hell is this?

Johnny--Stygian said he was going to bring a chain down and lock the cage.

Matt--That's not one of the stipulations!

Johnny--YOU go tell him.

He steps into the cell and closes the door behind him, threading the chain through the chain links and around the posts anchoring the door, effectively barring it. As the referee and Phillip Joseph an the referee look on, Stygian pulls a lock off his belt and feeds it into the chain, pulling everything tight.


Siege Perilous
Hell in a Cell
Stygian [vs.] Phillip Joseph

[Ding, Ding, Dong]

Stygian still hasn’t gotten into the ring when the bell rings, he is far too busy securing that fearsome-looking chain he brought to the ring with him and locking it. Thus when Phillip leaps over the top rope blindsiding him with a pescado and crunching him up against the steel cage Stygian’s is caught completely unawares.

Johnny–Phillip Joseph gets things started early!

Matt–He has to. This is his chance to make an impression against one of the most feared and respected men in this company, if not the entire sport.

Stygian did manage to get the cage locked before Phillip hit him and even as Phillip puts the boots to him; he’s far more preoccupied with stuffing the key down his pants, where he presumably hopes Phillip will not attempt to retrieve it. Phillip drags Stygian to his feet from behind and shoves him into the closest ring post. Stygian hits face first and leans against the heavy steel for support. Phillip gets a running start and drop kicks him from behind sandwich him against the steel and forcing him to fall to his hands and knees. Phillip gets to his feet immediately and leaps onto the ring apron. He gingerly circumnavigates the ring post, lining himself up and then leaps off driving elbow squarely into the small of Stygian’s back, flooring him once more.

Johnny–Phillip Joseph is absolutely ferocious in the early stages of this match.

Matt–He has to take the fight to Stygian. He is at a severe height disadvantage. He is at a severe strength disadvantage. He is at a severe experience disadvantage. The best way to counter those things is to attack the big man, full throttle, with everything and don’t let him breathe.

Johnny–He obviously can’t keep this pace up forever, but the longer he can, the more it is to his advantage.

Matt–Agreed.

Phillip grabs Stygian’s hair and pulls him to his feet; peppering him with right hands along the way. He kicks Stygian in the stomach and whips him down the length of the ring. Stygian smashes his shoulder hard into the ring steps, dislodging them. Phillip Joseph taunts the crowd and crouches, sizing Stygian up. He takes off at a sprint after the Black Dragon, but whatever move he was planning is cut short by the big man shooting to his feet and leveling him with a clothesline.

Johnny–What impact!

Matt–Holy shit! It looked like Stygian, cut him in half!

Stygian leans against the ring composing himself and still catching his breath from the initial assault. Phillip Joseph pulls himself up on wobbly legs and Stygian leads in with a huge kick to his midsection. He presses Phillip overhead and throws him over the top rope, into the ring.

Johnny–You can’t deny that strength.

Matt–Yeah, he looks like he hasn’t lost anything in that department.

Stygian grabs the top rope and uses it to climb onto the apron before stepping over and into the ring, where he promptly greets Phillip Joseph by planting a size 16EEE in his kidneys. Stygian pulls Phillip Joseph to his feet and whips them hard into the corner. The big man wastes no time following him in; but he runs squarely into young Phillip’s boots. Phillip quickly pushes himself up on the second rope and leaps off with a diving clothesline that staggers Stygian, but does not take him off his feet. Phillip pushes his advantage with a furious assault of right-hand punches punctuated with left-hand knife edge chops, but he’s making no headway in getting Stygian off his feet. He kicks Stygian low bounces off the ropes, trying his luck with a clothesline but to no avail.

Johnny–Phillip can’t get Stygian off of his feet here.

Matt–Do it, Phil! Do it for the Empire!

Stygian looks down at the much shorter Phillip with a smirk, gestures towards the ropes and invites him to try again. Phillip does and has all of the success of a water balloon hitting a brick wall. Phillip comes off the ropes a third time, and tries for a cross body block. Stygian catches him, walks around him with him for a few steps in and throws him up and over with his patented fallaway slam.

Johnny–There was some question whether Stygian would have suffered some ring rust after being off for a few months, he doesn’t look like he’s missing a damn thing.

Matt–Phillip Joseph may be in over his head here tonight.

Johnny–I don’t think there’s any question he’s in over his head.

Matt–He’s in the Empire, though, he would be in their Corey Casey didn’t believe in him and even though this is a challenge he will overcome it.

Stygian rolls over and covers.

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Phil kicks out relatively easily. Stygian doesn’t seem entirely surprised by this, so he doesn’t complain to the ref. He kneels beside Phillip punches him in the face a few times; relenting before the referee intercedes to stop him. Stygian polls Phillip up from the mat and directly into suplex position where he lifts them up and holds him………………………………………………………….. and drops him down, rolling into another cover.

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Phillip kicks out again.

Johnny–Kick out again, but young Mr. Joseph here might only be delaying the inevitable.

Matt–Oh you guys always make me so fucking sick. Anytime anybody from The Empire is in a little bit of trouble, you turned into a cheerleader against them!

Johnny–It’s not an Empire thing. It’s the fact that Phillip Joseph is in there with one of the most dominant athletes in the history of the company and that man looks like he’s on tonight.

Matt–He’ll think of something, just you watch. The Empire is not afraid of a little flying lizard.

Stygian and Phillip get to their feet about the same time. Phillip grabs Stygian’s wrist, and tries to whip him into the corner, Stygian stands firm and casually reverses the attempt, sending Phillip into the opposite corner, following him in. Phillip braces with his hands and does a handstand kip out over the charging seven footer, immediately spinning around and catching Stygian with a Pele Kick the second he turns around.

Johnny–That caught him! That was beautiful, Phillip got them right on the point of the jaw.

Matt–We’ve seen Stygian have trouble with dynamic strikes to his head before. Robbie Hart and Anna Stone both have surprised him with kicks to the face.

Stygian does seem to be a little worse for the wear, looking the most off of his game as he has since Phillip surprised at the beginning of the match. Phillip maneuvers himself and Stygian around the corner, setting up and delivering a picture-perfect Tornado DDT. Phillip immediately rolls beneath the bottom rope and onto the apron. Wasting no time, he grabs the top rope and hits a slingshot guillotine leg drop across Stygian’s throat and then floats back over into a lateral press. As the referee drops down to count, Phillip sneaks his feet to hang on the second rope to add leverage.

Johnny–Dammit ref, open your eyes. Phillip Joseph is trying to steal one here!

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The ref glances up and sees Phillip’s illegal advantage, ending the count; much to the consternation of young Mr. Phillip.

Johnny– Phillip is getting in the ref’s face here, and I don’t understand why, he was clearly in the wrong.

Matt–Yeah? Will the ref should’ve been checking Stygian’s shoulders and not worried about Phillip’s feet!

Johnny–It’s all within the scope of this fucking job, Matt.

Stygian is pulling himself up in the corner, clearly a little fazed by the rapid-fire onslaught of Phillip Joseph when Phillip turns back around and gets back to business. Phillip shoots a couple of right hands into Stygian’s face, gives him a kick in the stomach and pulls him out of the corner with the intent of whipping them off the ropes. Stygian is one Phillip into a brutal short arm clothesline. He keeps hold of Phillip’s wrist and pulls him up for second one, the impact of which turns Phillip inside out in midair before he crashes to the mat. Stygian lazily bounces off the ropes and drills Phillip between the eyes with an elbow drop. He then grinds the hard part is forearm into the bridge of Phillip’s nose as the referee counts.

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Stygian breaks the illegal hold and stands up, dragging Phil with him. Stygian sidesteps a clumsy, desperation haymaker from Phillip and slips behind him to lock in a Full Nelson. Before the ref can check to see if he wishes to submit; Stygian lifts him up and drives him down with a Full Nelson Slam. Stygian rolls out of the ring, reaching back to grab Phillip and drag him over so that his head rests on the ring apron. He gives him a couple of right hands to keep him compliant and climbs onto the ring apron. Stygian sites Phillip up runs; he hits a big leg drop across Phillip’s throat. Stygian himself falls to the floor from the impact, but lands on his feet. Stygian gives the crowd an evil smirk, brushing his hair out of his face. The big man drops to one knee and starts digging beneath the ring, retrieving a steel chair and throwing it under the bottom rope.

Johnny–Stygian introduces a weapon in this match; I think he sees this as an opportunity to send a message to Corey Casey.

Matt–He should really be worried about Phillip Joseph and not worrying about sending fucking messages!

Stygian climbs up to the ring apron, waiting on Phillip to stand. As Phillip comes to his feet, Stygian grabs the top rope and slingshots over but Phil catches him with a drop kick in the face.

Johnny–Holy shit, he nailed him!

Matt–That’s what I’m talking about, Phil! Go be a dragonslayer!

Phillip rolls Stygian over into a cover.

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Stygian positions his hands under Phillip and shoves him off so hard that Phillip lands on his feet.

Johnny–With authority. That is the strength of Stygian.

Matt–Yeah, yeah, whatever; Phil’s on his feet; Stygian’s on his back.

Mr. Biggar does have a point. Even though Stygian’s strength was impressive; he has inadvertently put filled the perfect position to put the boots to him, which Phil is more than happy to do. Stygian slowly rolls over to his hands and knees and Phillip pounds on him for the duration of the time that it takes for Stygian to regain a vertical base. Phil backs Stygian up to the ropes and tries the Irish Whip, Stygian reverses and tries to catch Phil coming back with a clothesline. Phil ducks, still the far side and absolutely nails Stygian with a spinning heel kick on the return. Phillip covers again.

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Stygian kicks out. Phillip glares angrily at the referee and stands, getting into his face.

Johnny–I think Phillip Joseph has a problem with the referees count.

Matt–It’s clearly biased.

Johnny–I don’t know, Matt looks the same to me.

Stygian gets to his feet and looms over Phillip Joseph’s shoulder. Phil turns around the eats a right hand. Stygian grabs him by the neck and shoves him back into the corner, going to work on Phillip with heavy-handed body blows as if he were a punching bag. The referee finally has to wedge in between Stygian and Phillip, because technically Phillip is on the ropes and Stygian is still assaulting him. Stygian holds up his hands, granting a clean break. Phillip reaches over the referee shoulder and gouges Stygian in the eye, drawing the ire of the crowd.

Johnny–Blatant disregard of the rules right there.

Matt–It’s only fair, Stygian was illegally pounding him while he was in the corner.

Phil grabs Stygian by the hair and wrangles him into the corner before grabbing the top rope and quickly going to work with a series of kicks into Stygian stomach. The referee tries to show Phillip off, but Phillip brushes past him, and tuned. Stygian up with even more heavy kicks.

Johnny–I don’t see you complaining now, Matt.

Matt–He’s got till five…

At the count of four, Phillip gives only a cursory break before he grabs Stygian by the collar and yanks him out of the corner. Still reeling, Stygian offers little in the way of resistance as Phillip knees him in the stomach and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. Stygian turns around just in time to eat a double ax handle right between the eyes.

Johnny –That took him off his feet.

Matt–Cover him! You’ve got him, Phil, you’ve got him!

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Stygian barely kicks out.

Johnny—THAT was CLOSE.

Matt—Admit it, Electric: when you saw this match booked, you didn’t think Phillip Joseph had a chance in hell of winning it.

Johnny–I knew would be uphill battle. Phillip Joseph is a very talented young man, but this is the biggest match of his career. He’s in there against a two time IWF World Champion, a man who has been world champion and several other companies…This is a Hall of Fame caliber competitor in his prime, and I didn’t think that Phillip had the requisite experience to go toe-to-toe with him.

Matt–Well looks like you’re wrong, now doesn’t it?

Johnny–Don’t uncork the champagne yet, Biggar; there’s still a little manner of a three count, here.

Matt–Just a matter of time, Electric just a matter of time.

Phillip begins to grow increasingly frustrated, until he remembers that there’s a steel chair sitting over near the ropes. With an arrogant smirk, Phillip trudges over and retrieves the weapon; brandishing it with renewed hope. He waits patiently as Stygian rolls over to the closest set of ropes and begins pulling himself up slowly. As soon as Stygian regained his footing, Phil charges in and jabs the top of the chair into his ribs. Stygian turns and Phillip repeats the attack, this time in Stygian’s stomach. As Stygian doubles over, Phillip bounces off far ropes and leaves his feet; blasting Stygian with a huge chair shot across the back. Phillip Joseph drops the chair and covers.

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Stygian barely kicks out. Phillip again looks at the referee in disbelief. He claps his hands together three times, but the referee responds by holding up two fingers.

Johnny–Phillip Joseph can’t believe he didn’t get Stygian in that exchange.

Matt–It’s this referee, he’s blatantly against The Empire!

Johnny–. When did you become Corey Casey’s lackey? Was it when he fired Rick Christian? Are you afraid he’s going to do the same thing to you, or something?

Phillip grabs the chair once more and again he waits for Stygian to regain his feet. Phillip ducks under a wild swing from Stygian and drills him in the back with the chair. Stygian drops to his knees bracing one hand against the mat and holding his back with the other. Phillip carefully places the chair on the mat, cinches up a front chancery on Stygian and drives him face first into the steel with a DDT. Phillip rolls Stygian over and covers again.

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Johnny–NO!!! HE KICKED OUT!

Matt–No way…

Johnny–I can’t believe it, somehow Stygian kicked out of that. How in the hell did he do that?

Matt–Phillip Joseph can’t believe it, these fans don’t believe it, I don’t believe it… look at Phil, he is totally beside himself!

Phillip Joseph flips his shit; yelling at the ref, slapping the mat and finally fixing a wide-eyed glare on his opponent. Furiously, Phillip helps a near-lifeless Stygian to his feet and backs him into the corner. Stygian hangs onto the top ropes limply as Phillip once again brandishes the chair to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Phillip holds the chair high aloft as he backs into the far corner and sets his sights on Stygian. Phillip takes off sprinting holding the chair high. Whatever intentions he had are cut decisively short when Stygian Spartan Kicks the steel chair into young Phillip Joseph’s face. The crowd collectively makes a pained noise.

Johnny–He has to be dead. There is no way a human being can live through having a size 16EEE kick a steel chair into their face while running at full speed.

Matt–You might be right. Phillip Joseph went down like the Hindenburg.

Phillip happens to have landed in such a way that the chair covers his face and he lies there motionless for a good 10 to 12 seconds as Stygian finally managed to comport himself in the corner. Stygian slowly advances on what may well be the corpse of his fallen enemy and kneels down, carefully removing the chair. Phillip Joseph is an ungodly bloody mess with blood cascading out of a fissure that starts at his right temple and spans the length of his forehead in a long, ghastly, jagged, contiguous trail of rent flesh.

Johnny–Well, at least Phillip is breathing.

Matt–That is one of the most vicious things I’ve ever seen. Look at his face…

Stygian throws the chair—which is itself covered in blood—out of the way. Though he would probably like to spend a good long time torturing an Empire member who seems to be at his complete mercy, Stygian mercifully opts for a cover.

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By some miraculous act of God; Phillip Joseph gets his shoulder off of the mat as the referee’s hand is possibly 1/8 of an inch off the mat.

Johnny–How in the HELL!?!?!?!?!?

Matt–I have no clue. I was pulling for the kid, and I have no…fucking…clue…

Stygian looks first at the ref, and then down at Phillip Joseph , whose face looks like a catcher’s mitt full of ketchup. Stygian shrugs.

Johnny–Uh-oh…I know that look.

Matt–This is why Corey Casey wanted this son of a bitch out of IWF. Look at that look on Stygian’s face.

Johnny–if Phillip Joseph could kick out of that, then Stygian will employ every means at his disposal to find something Phillip won’t kick out of.

Matt–And you endorse this sociopath?

Johnny–I’m not endorsing anything, I’m just telling you what he’s going to do.

Stygian gathers the chair once more and lays flat like a tabletop across the adjacent top ropes and the closest corner of the ring. The badly bloodied Phillip Joseph is barely stirring when Stygian hoist him onto his shoulders and gets a running start towards the corner. He drops Phillip face-first into the chair.

Johnny– Almost a variation of Snake Eyes. Does he still call that Heat Vision?

Matt–Hell if I know. Phillip’s just leaning in that corner, his face hit that steel chair and then he didn't move.

Johnny–I don’t know how he is still on his feet.

He isn’t for long; Stygian grabs him by the shoulders, jumps and hits a back stabber, which he transitions into a mounted rear naked choke.

Johnny–What the hell was that?

Matt–I…I’ve never seen him do that before…

Johnny– It looks like Phillip Joseph is going to have no choice but to tap.

The ref bows down to check in. Amazingly enough, Phillip is still conscious and he isn’t tapping. Suddenly boos ring up through the arena and the camera inexorably looks towards the entrance ramp.

Matt–Thank God! Here comes the cavalry.

Johnny–That’s Eric Steel and Jack Savage. What the hell is Jack carrying?

Matt–It looks like some sort of…I don’t know, actually.

Johnny–It looks like cordless angle grinder.

Matt–Now that you mention it, that’s exactly what it is!

The referee has no option but to look towards the cage door as Jack Savage fires up the noisy grinder and starts cutting through the thick, galvanized links of the steel chain which Stygian used secure the cage door. Naturally, this means he misses the moment when Phillip Joseph finally does tap out and this causes the crowd to boo louder. Stygian releases the hold and leaves Phillip Joseph be for the time being. He rolls out of the ring and approaches the cage door where Eric Steel and Jack Savage are trying to gain access to the cage. As Jack cuts the chain Eric engages The Black Dragon in a little trash talk, pressing his face right up against the cage. Stygian’s reply is to give Eric a face full of red mist. Jack stops cutting when Eric turns away holding both hands over his face. For a brief moment, Jack turns to check on Eric and then turns back to the cage where Stygian has a second dose of red mist waiting just for him. Jack drops the grinder and both Empire members stumble around blindly.

Matt–No! This is terrible! This isn’t what’s supposed to happen!

Johnny–A double dose of the Breath Weapon foils the Empire’s plans to interfere in the match!

Stygian rolls back into the ring, where Phillip Joseph—his face stained in sickly, sticky red—is remarkably on his feet once more. He tries to punch Stygian, but after all the blood loss there’s not much on it. Stygian easily sidesteps the blow, hooks Phillip up and drills him with the Burn Notice. Stygian stays on his knees beside Phillip for a moment.

Johnny–There’s only one place to go from here.

Matt–Help! Somebody help! Jack, Eric do something!

Stygian doesn’t waste time with any of that pantomime sword crap. He hauls Eric up…presses him overhead—which draws a big ovation from the crowd, who know what’s coming—and Baneblades him right in the middle of the ring.

Matt–NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Johnny–It’s academic from here.

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[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Heather Thompson
Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, STYGIAN!

"End of Time" plays as the referee raises Stygian's hand. Stygian rolls out of the ring and digs the key out of his pants, making his way to the cell door.

Matt–Even if you don't like The Empire, you have to admit that for a minute, Phillip had a chance.

Johnny–He did, but everything changed when he had that chair kicked into his face.

Matt–That was brutal. Phillip was running full speed, and Stygian caught him flush.

Johnny–Phillip gave it a good run for a while, but he came up short at the end. There's no shame in that. Stygian has beaten a lot of men, and he'll beat plenty more.

Stygian unlocks the cage and undoes the chain. He steps into the aisle and walks past Jack and Eric, who have now recovered. They think about jumping him, but instead decide to see to Phillip Joseph, and Stygian walks to the back.

The show cuts to the back where Griffin Hawkins is in his locker room, preparing for the main event. He stretches against the wall, getting psyched for his showdown against Remington. He then notices someone off camera.

Griffin Hawkins - What makes you think I'm in the mood for your crap right now?

The camera pans over to a smirking Corey Casey.

Corey Casey - Whats wrong? Are you tense Hawkins? I just came by to wish you luck before you go out there.

Griffin Hawkins - Really now?

Corey Casey - Yes..really. Though I'm surprised you still have the guts to show your face around here after your so called best friend abandoned you. I mean..now that you've cashed in your title shot...you've got nothing now. Remington is going to beat you within an inch of your life..and he will walk out the Champion. You should just spare yourself the humiliation and just not go out there and give him the win by Forfeit. Because you don't have a chance Hawkins, you're a has been..you're yesterday's news just like Stygian and Steel Angel. You can't win the big one. But you're obviously dumber than you look and you're going to go out there and try and prove me wrong. Can't say I didn't warn you.

Griffin glares at him as he comes face to face with Casey.

Griffin Hawkins - Whats your problem with me Casey? You've been on my back for months now. If you're going to make my life a living hell..I deserve to know why.

Casey's smirk turns into a sneer as he looks at Hawkins,

Corey Casey - You want to know what my problem with you is? I'll tell you my problem. You think you're special. You think that you got to where you are today by yourself. When I signed you to a contract a few months ago..I knew that I'd be getting a huge star of epic proportions. I watched you in UECW...you were the last World Heavyweight Champion. I figured someone like that is tailor made for The Empire. I offered you a spot in the most dominant group in wrestling today..and you turned me down. You thought you didn't need me. Instead you'd rather pander to these idiotic fans who come to my arena every week. You do everything for the thrill of....them. If you only listened to me Hawkins, you would have been a bigger star than you were in UECW..hell, you still could have had Tiffani. And now you have the audacity to stand against me..against the Empire. Personally..I hope Alexander Remington ends your career. Because I will not have some filthy low class degenerate like you stain the IWF Title.

Griffin then smirks.

Griffin Hawkins - Maybe you're right Corey...but then again..maybe you're not. Because I got this title shot by earning it..I never had it handed to me. And once that Cell lowers..you will be looking at the next IWF Champion..

Corey Casey - Over my dead body Hawkins...

The two just stare eachother down. Griffin then backs up.

Griffin Hawkins - I'm done talking....I have one thing I have to do, and thats to go straight to hell with Alexander Remington. But just know one day..you will get yours..and I hope to God..it's by my hands.

He turns and walks off as Casey glares after him.


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The lights fade as "The God That Failed" by Metallica begins to play through the arena. The fans rise to their feet, already beginning to boo or shout obscenities in the direction of the upper stage as the lights begin to fade; just a dim light shining on the top of the stage.

A loud blast of pyro shocks the ears of those in the arena as Alexander Remington appears in the midst of the smoke, cracking a smile as he looks upon his loyal subjects or detractors, holding his championship firmly against his shoulder as he glances down at it, nodding his head as he looks back up at those who would have none of it, knowing that he was better than any of them and had accomplished more in his time in IWF than they would in their entire existences. He finally grasps the championship within his fingertips, holding it high in the air as he mocks their shortcomings, placing it once more against his shoulder before turning his focus to the ring, ignoring the chants from the masses as they beg and plead for him to leave their presence.

Heather Thompson - Entering the ring right now..from Los Angeles California..weighing 265 Pounds..he is the IWF World Heavyweight Champion...Alexander Remington!

Rick - There's the Champion..he's facing a man he has bullied and tormented for weeks now for the World Heavyweight Title!

Johnny - This rivalry has gotten personal in the last few weeks..both claim they will leave here the Champion, its put up or shut up time!

Smugly, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the outreached hands of those fans who are still a fan of Alexander's work, coldly walking slowly toward the ring until he finally reaches the ring apron. Slowly stepping onto the side of the ring apron, he leans his back against the ropes as he once again pans his eyes around the arena, taking in the atmosphere, almost loving the negative attention pointed in his direction. He shrugs them off finally as he enters the ring, climbing onto the nearest turnbuckles as he stretches his championship high into the air, scoffing at his detractors, mocking them again and proclaiming himself as the best in the business once more as he hops off the turnbuckles and leans his back against them, awaiting the match to begin.

A cat-scratch, a whiplash, a witch hunt in black, Sandpaper

"BOOOOOOOM!" the pyros go off as "Sandpaper" by Fozzy blasts in. The lights come back on as the young man is revealed as Griffin Hawkins. He then begins headbanging as he's on the ramp to the music before coming down the ramp and slapping hands with the fans, a few female fans keep reaching out trying to touch him as they are cheering him on. He looks on towards the ring and goes up the stairs.

[font color=violet]Heather Thompson - And his opponent..the challenger..from Windsor Ontario Canada...weighing 227 Pounds, The Rock Soldier...Griffin Hawkins![/color]

Rick - In the last few weeks, we've seen a more sadistic aggressive side of Griffin Hawkins, many blame Alexander Remington for pushing him too far!

Johnny - There is no crying in wrestling! Don't get all uppity just because Tiffani went from no class to first class when she left Hawkins for Remington!

Rick - Nonetheless, Hawkins swore that he would take all his pent up frustrations out on Remington tonight!

He is on the ramp as he gives a sly wink to the screaming females before getting in the ring. He goes to the turnbuckle and raises the devil horns in the air, the fans are absolutely electrified as they are cheering him on. He gets down and takes off his leather rocker jacket. As he goes to the outside of the ring, a young fan is seen enjoying the show. He smiles, taking off his silver aviator sunglasses and places them on the lucky young fan who seems to be happy for the kind gesture. He gets in the ring and looks across at Remington, not taking his eyes off him.

As the music stops, the Cell begins to lower. Hawkins takes off his shades and jacket and looks prepared to fight.



IWF World Heavyweight Championship
Hell in a Cell
Alexander Remington [vs.] Griffin Hawkins

The cell is lowered and the door is closed as both Remington and Hawkins meet in the middle of the ring. Both rivals go nose to nose, trash talking one another. Nobody can hear the words said, but the body language is clear, they want to tear eachother limb from limb. Hawkins says something Remington doesn't like and he slaps him right across the face. Getting an "oooooh!" Hawkins looks back at Remington and slaps him across the face as well, getting just as loud of an "oooooh!" from the crowd. Remington tags Hawkins hard with a punch, he replies with one of his own, the two are punching eachother back and forth in the middle of the ring, the match is officially on! Both competitors are hitting eachother with stiff punches. Hawkins hammers Remington in the corner with punches, causing him to cover up. But Remington grabs Hawkins and throws him into the same corner and hits him with Punches of his own! He begins choking him as the ref tells him to stop, but Remington shouts "Shut up!" at him before letting go.

He throws Hawkins towards the turnbuckles, but Hawkins thinks quick and climbs up the ropes quickly and hits a Whisper in the Wind on Remington! Hawkins picks up Remington and throws him towards the ropes and connects with a Stinger Splash. He then drags him out of the corner and hits a head butt right on top of the head, stunning him. He then grabs him from behind and throws him shoulder first between the turnbuckles into the post. Remington stumbles out of the corner and walks right into a Scoop Slam by Hawkins! He throws a single devil horn symbol in the air and then connects with a break dancing legdrop! Hawkins is a house of fire as he throws Remington to the ropes, but as he runs at him, Remington places a foot up and Hawkins is nailed right in the kisser. Remington grabs a reeling Hawkins and hits a Side Russian Legsweep and follows up by a chokehold!

The referee can't disqualify Remington as he leaves it on for as long as he likes. He grabs a prone Hawkins and places his arm under his neck. He then connects with a Stalling Suplex! Remington looks confident as he grabs Hawkins by the hair and scoops him up, he hits a Belly to Belly Suplex on Hawkins, sending him straight to the mat. He shouts down at him "You're nothing! You hear me?! Nothing!" He grabs him once more and places him over his Shoulder, going for a Snake Eyes, but Hawkins gets free just in time and pushes him rib first into the Turnbuckles! Hawkins gets down and runs the ropes, catching him with a flying lariat right to the face! Hawkins kips back up much to the delight of the crowd and then tosses Remington to the corner. He gets on the ropes and begins punching Remington 10 Times as the crowd chants along. After he gets down he continues to sting him with Boxer like Jabs before Irish Whipping him towards the ropes, but Remington reverses it and Hawkins hits the buckles HARD as he stumbles forward...right into a kick to the mid section followed by a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Remington is still up and begins kicking at the corpse of Hawkins, mocking him.

Rick - Remington is sure taking his time with Hawkins!

Johnny - He doesn't want to just beat him..he wants to humiliate him! He wants to prove that he is not in his league!

Remington grabs the rope and begins choking Hawkins with his foot. He struggles to get him off till Remington decides its enough. He picks up Hawkins and hits a Scoop Slam. He then runs the rope and hits a jumping Legdrop! He makes the cover. 1....2...Hawkins kicks out! Remington doesn't look surprised as he get sup. He runs Hawkins to the rope and goes to clothesline him, but he ducks under it and hits a hard right hand, and another! and another! Hawkins is running on adrenaline as he grabs Remington and hits an Atomic Drop! He follows up with a Leg Lariat, sending him down! Hawkins shouts "Come on, get up!" as he waits for him to get up and turn around, hitting a series of Martial Arts kicks to the mid section..and a high one right in the mush! Remington is dazed as he falls backwards, landing outside the ring. Hawkins takes the advantage as he is on the ring apron, going for a flying Axehandle, but Remington sees this and hits him in the mid section! He grabs a reeling Hawkins and rakes his face against the sides of the Cell before throwing him down. He grabs him with both arms and raises him in the air in a Double Chokeslam position, pressing him against the side of the Cage. In a desperation tactic, Hawkins rakes Remington's eyes which makes him drop him. He grabs a blinded Remington and rams him into the post! Hawkins goes to grab Remington but he's hit with something in the ribs, a Steel Chair, Remington waits for Hawkins to rise up before he hits him right between the eyes with the Chair! Hawkins falls in a heap. The camera man notices that Hawkins has been busted open from the shot. Remington takes a bloody Hawkins and throws him face first into the Cage like a javelin!

Remington rolls Hawkins back into the ring, taking pleasure in his destruction. He goes to pull him up, but out of nowhere, Hawkins low blows Remington! Remington is reeling from the pain as Hawkins runs the ropes and hits a familiar move...California Dreaming!

Rick - Wow! Hawkins takes a page out of the book from his ex BFF!

Hawkins quickly hooks the leg.

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Remington gets the shoulder up! Hawkins looks angered, thinking for sure that should have finished him. He waits for Remington to get up and runs the ropes and clotheslines him out of the ring! Looking to keep up the punishment, he looks under the ring for a weapon and pulls out something...a Barb Wire Wrapped Guitar!

Rick - What the hell is that thing!

Johnny - I hear he calls it his....girl...

Hawkins waits for Remington to turn around and rams him right in the stomach before he rolls him back into the ring. A sadistic smile spreads across Hawkins' face as he grabs his "girl" and rolls back into the ring. He takes the end of the guitar wrapped with razor sharp barb wire and places it on Remington's face, moving it back and forth. Remington screams in pain as Hawkins advances on him. After throwing it down, we now see Remington is bleeding from the forehead as well. He waits for Remington to turn around. As Remington is dazed, Hawkins gives him the middle finger before hitting him right on top of the head with the Guitar..breaking it in half! Hawkins hooks the leg.

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Remington kicks out! Hawkins shouts at the referee for counting slow as he picks him up, but Remington rakes his eyes. Remington grabs Hawkins from behind and hits a Sidewalk Slam! Remington rolls out of the ring and grabs the same Steel Chair he used to bust Hawkins open earlier in the match. He slides it in the ring, shouting for Hawkins to get up as he grabs him in a Piledriver Position. He is about to Piledrive him on the chair but miraculously Hawkins reverses it with a backdrop! He slowly picks up the Chair and hits Remington across the back with it as he tries to get up.

Looking to put more pressure on the back, he grabs Remington and hits a backbreaker. He then grabs him by the legs and hooks on the Sharpshooter! Remington is in pain as the referee asks him if he wants to give up, he shouts "Hell no!" as he tries to hold on. He looks like he is close to tapping, but guts it out as he powers out, managing to turn forward and use his legs to kick Hawkins off of him into the buckles. Remington slowly gets up and kicks Hawkins in the mid section before hitting a neckbreaker. He rolls to the outside ring once more and reaches under the ring, it appears that he has a barb wire 2x4! He goes back inside and raises it above his head as Hawkins is slowly starting to get up. Before he could strike him down he hits him in the mid section and connects with a quick DDT. As Remington is down, Hawkins grabs the 2x4 and pulls something out of his pocket, matches! He lights the end of it..the end of the Barb Wire 2x4 is on fire!

Johnny - Oh My God...whats this sick freak up to!?

Rick - That 2x4 is burning!

Remington is up, looking to turn around as he turns around Hawkins swings the blazing lumber, Remington is hit by it but thankfully his hand was used to block the flaming part of the 2x4. Frustrated, Hawkins grabs Remington and throws him out of the ring! Hawkins is stalking Remington who begins begging him off, telling him he needs to calm down, but Hawkins has that crazy look in his eyes. But it's all a trick as Remington grabs Hawkins by the belt of his leather pants and pulls him forward towards the door..sending him out of the cell! Remington is up as he grabs a prone Hawkins by the legs and sling shots him right into the outside of the cell, using it as a weapon!

Hawkins uses the chain links of the Cell to pull himself up. Getting a full head of steam, Remington charges at Hawkins, only for him to move out of the way and he gets nothing but steel! Hawkins grabs Remington by the head and rams him over and over into the Cell wall before throwing him down. Hawkins then gets an idea and begins climbing the cell. Remington looks confused as Hawkins is climbing it slowly, reaching the top which is high in the air. Hawkins makes a "bring it on" motion, daring him to come join him up on the cell.

]Rick - He's challenging Remington to come fight him on top of the Cell! They could fall!

Johnny - This is not going to end well...

Hawkins shouts "come on you fucking coward, come get me!" Remington climbs uptop the Cell and the two immediately go at it! Both are hammering eachother with stiff punches on top of the Cell The crowd is going wild as these two combatants are fighting on top of the steel structure. But Remington gets the best of the exchange and headbutts Hawkins, sending him down on the Cell ceiling. He gets up once more and Remington knocks him down with a hard right hand. Hawkins begins rolling and nearly falls off the cell, but uses his hand to hold on. He tries to climb up but Remington stomps his hand and Hawkins falls off the Cell..through the announcers table below!

Rick - Oh My God!!

Johnny - Holy Shit!

Rick - Oh God...he's not moving...

The referee goes to the side of Hawkins who isn't moving a muscle. The crowd is in stunned silence as the referee shouts for Hawkins to wake up. Officials rush from the back to check on him. Remington just looks down at the chaos as they check for movement for Hawkins. The EMT's arrive with what looks to be a Stretcher.

Rick - Ladies and Gentlemen..I don't know what to say...

Johnny - I have never seen anything like this in my life...

Rick - It looks like Remington will retain his title..Hawkins is in no shape to compete..

The EMT's count one two three before lifting the Stretcher and wheeling it up the ramp. The crowd is in silence...but the silence turns to cheers as Hawkins is seen slowly moving off the stretcher, everyone stops as he slowly gets up and looks at the cell and slowly begins going back towards it, a sick smile on his face.

Rick - You have got to be fucking kidding me!

Johnny - How in the hell is he still standing!?

Remington sees this and is at first shocked, but then realizes he wants more and motions for him to come back.

Rick - Don't do it Hawkins, don't do it!

Johnny - Remington is gonna kill him!

Hawkins climbs right back up as Remington is waiting for him, shouting "bring it on bitch!" The two go back to trading Punches with eachother. Hawkins gets the better of the exchange until Remington gives him a thumb to the eye. He grabs him and looks to Powerbomb him onto the Cell Ceiling, but Hawkins reverses it and backdrops Remington through the Cell and through the ring, making a hole! The crowd chants "Holy Shit"

Rick - Can somebody stop the goddamn match!?

Johnny - It's not going to end until one of these men are no longer breathing!

Remington is bloodied as he is lying lifeless in the hole. Hawkins jumps down into the ring and looks at Remington's corpse as EMT's start checking on him. Hawkins has a look of anger as he charges through and shouts to them "get out of my way!" as he picks up Remington who's on spaghetti legs and throws him to the corner, hitting a Stinger Splash! It looks like the match will continue! He then grabs Remington and connects with The Break-A-Bitch! Hawkins then climbs the ring ropes and hits a flying elbow right into the black heart of Remington! He gets up and hits his leg, beginning to tune up the band. Remington begins to get up as he stomps his feet 10 times, he shouts "Come on you motherfucker!" as Remington turns around, he goes for the Shot in the Dark but Remington ducks it and connects with the Cashflow!

Rick - The Cashflow! Thats all she wrote!

Remington crawls over and hooks the leg.

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NO! Hawkins gets the shoulder up! The crowd is in shock.

Johnny - What the hell!? Nobody has ever kicked out of that!

Rick - I can't believe this!

Remington is in total disbelief as he looks at the referee, he grabs him shouting "Bullshit! That was a three count! that was three!" But the referee tells him it was a two count. Remington is tearing his hair out, frustrated, asking himself what does he have to do to put Hawkins away. he goes for it again but Hawkins elbows his way out of it and starts laying in some punches. He runs the ropes and connects with a flying forearm. He kips back up and waits for him to get up and swings at him, but Remington ducks it and goes for a back Suplex, but he slips behind him. Remington turns around and is hit with The Shot in the Dark! Remington goes down as Hawkins quickly covers him.

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Remington gets the shoulder up! Hawkins is in frustration as he goes "motherfucker!"

Johnny - Remington kicked out of the Shot in the Dark! How is that possible?!

Rick - That move has put away every threat to Hawkins' legacy..and it wasn't enough to keep down Remington!

Johnny - What does Hawkins have to do to beat this guy?!

Hawkins shouts down at him "Why can't you just die?!" as he scoops him up and throws him into the corner. He hits a succession of Martial Arts kicks to the chest and one right to the head. Remington stumbles out of the corner and Hawkins hits a Belly to Belly Suplex! Hawkins has virtually nothing left as he scoops him up, but Remington low blows him and hits Another Cashflow! Hawkins goes down in a heap as Remington collapses onto him.

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Hawkins gets the shoulder up again! Remington can't believe it! He shouts "God Damn you!" at Hawkins as he rolls off him.

Rick - Hawkins kicks out of another Cashflow!

Johnny - What is he, too dumb to feel pain!?

Both men begin to get up, Remington uses the side of the cell to get up as Hawkins uses the ropes to pull himself up, he slaps his leg once more going "come on you fucker..turn around!" as Remington is up. As Remington is up he walks into ANOTHER Superkick! Hawkins falls onto him for the count.

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Remington gets the shoulder up again! Hawkins is totally frustrated as he starts punching the mat in frustration screaming "damnit! damnit! damnit!" and running his hands through his hair.

Rick - Hawkins has lost it again!

Johnny - Remington just won't stay down!

Hawkins is up as he waits for Remington to turn around as he perches himself in the corner, he readies himself for a Spear, but as he charges at Remington, he slowly holds up the chair and Hawkins hits it! A bloody Remington slowly gets up as Hawkins is trying to get up as well. As he goes towards him, Hawkins hits a Third Shot in the Dark! Hawkins dives on Remington and hooks the leg.

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The referee signals for the bell

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Here is your winner...and.....NEW IWF World Heavyweight Champion...Griffin Hawkins!

Rick - Oh My God! Hawkins has done it! We have a new Champion!

Johnny - I can't believe this!

Rick - Hawkins has been through so much in the last few weeks, now he is The Champion!

Johnny - I'm in shock right now...

Hawkins is overcome with emotion as his name is announced! The crowd is going crazy! The referee hands Hawkins the title as he clutches the belt in his arms and sinks to his knees. Confetti begins falling from the roof of the arena as Hawkins is holding up the Insurgency Title.

Johnny - Everyone in this arena is standing!

Rick - Griffin Hawkins has done the impossible, he's beaten Alexander Remington for the World Heavyweight Title!

Johnny - I hate to admit it..but he won it the old fashioned way..he earned it!

Hawkins slowly climbs the ropes and raises the Insurgency Belt in the air. The PPV goes off the air with a shot of Griffin Hawkins celebrating in the ring, holding the title high above his head.

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