Isolation III

IWF Presents: ISOLATION 2013


Isolation opens with Corey Casey sitting in an office, talking to someone, presumably Alexander Remington, on the phone. Corey can be heard talking about how nobody has to worry, and how he’s got everything under control. The door to his office suddenly opens just as Corey hangs up the phone. He looks up from the desk and sees a man wearing a nice suit standing there, holding a briefcase.

Corey Casey
Well well well, it’s certainly a surprise to see you here

Rick Christian
Cut the shit Corey. You had to know I was coming eventually. I mean, after you fired me from my announcer’s job, the Board didn’t want to see me go to waste.

Corey Casey
So what brings you here Rick old boy? Come to get some revenge for me firing you?

Corey Casey stands up and looks down at Rick Christian intimidatingly, but Rick is having none of it.

Rick Christian
Yeah I’m sure you’d like that. No Mr. Casey, what I’m here for is a much more pressing issue than you firing me all those months ago. I actually enjoy not having to announce anymore.

Corey Casey
Just tell me why you’re here

Rick Christian
The Board of Directors sent me. In about an hour, they are going to meet in an emergency meeting to discuss, well to discuss your job Corey.

Corey Casey
My job? I’m the god damn Chairman of the Board!

Rick Christian
And there’s been a vote of no confidence for you. The Board all agrees that you have done nothing but abuse your power as Chairman, and nothing that you’ve done has been for the good of this company. Rather, you run the company based on your own agenda. The Board is going to meet to discuss whether or not they will keep you on as chairman.

Corey Casey
They can’t do this! I run this company!

Rick Christian
I’d spend less time complaining, and more time trying to figure out how to apologize and make it up to all of the Board members. Because if you don’t in the next hour, well, let’s just say it won’t take a genius to know what the board is going to recommend.

Rick Christian smiles and walks out of the room, leaving a stunned Corey Casey sitting in his chair as the screen fades out to the Isolation opening video package.


LIVE from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California




The show returns with a pan shot of the crowd, all cheering loudly. It then cuts over to a shot of Johnny and Matt sitting in their announcer’s booth.

Johnny – Hello everyone and welcome to IWF Isolation!

Matt – What a night we’ve got for you, the IWF title is on the line tonight!

Johnny – Not only that, but a brutal match between two former best friends on the way as well

Matt – AND Corey Casey might get fired!

Johnny – It’s just all so exciting. Now let’s not waste any time, here we go!

The shot cuts to Heather Thompson, who is standing in the ring as a huge cage lowers down slowly, but not going all the way over the ring yet.

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Trail of Tears match! The competitors will try to escape from a steel cage where one wall is electrified, one wall is flaming, and another is lined with weapons! Once they escape the cage, the match becomes a falls count anywhere match! AND this match is for the IWF Uprising Championship! Introducing first…the challenger!

The lights go out and a haunting Native American chant sounds through the arena, a low fog rolls down the entrance stage and ramp surrounding the ring. Then the opening chords of "Spirit Horse of the Cherokee" blares through the arena

The trail of tears began for all the Cherokee
The white men came to trade & borrow,
But then they would not leave

Storming Raven slowly walks out onto the stage, completely focused ignoring the crowd's reaction. He stands at the top of the entrance stage glaring at his opponent.

Some of us were taken by boat, and died at sea
Those of us who lived were sold to slavery.
We welcomed them as brothers, knowing nothing of
Their greed, born hunters not the hunted
As the white man hunts for me,
We are descendants of the animals
We live among the free

he slowly begins to walk down the ramp.

Our trail of tears would end one day at Wounded Knee.
Great Spirit, thunder birds fly, we are wild and free
To fight and die by the open sky, Spirit Horse ride for me

He runs down the rest of the way, and slides in the ring, before getting to his feet. He walks over and stands in his corner, awaiting his opponents arrival.

Heather Thompson – From Laredo, Texas…weighing two hundred and fifty one pounds…The pride of the Cherokee nation…STORMING RAVEN!

Johnny – This is a huge opportunity for Storming Raven to win the Uprising title tonight

Matt – Getting a title shot is nice and all, but getting one in your own match is unbelievable! I have to give Raven the edge in this match, based on that alone

The opening riff to "Let it Die" by Ozzy Osbourne echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before a golden light focuses on the top of the ramp. Standing there is a regal looking Sah'ta Thor who is wearing a white furred red satin kingly mantle with a matching crown (ala Lawler). In his right hand is a royal scepter studded with gems. The light takes on a reddish tinge as four women (Melfina, Briandea, Paige, and Colliette) dressed in varying colored corsets come out from the back and surround him. As the the lyrics start up the group starts down the ramp as the women dance around him. Once at the ring Thor hands the crown and scepter to the women before shrugging off the royal robes. Thor is now revealed to be standing in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. He pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he looks across the ring at his opponent.

Heather Thompson – And his opponent…from parts unknown…weighing one hundred seventy five pounds…he is the current IWF Uprising Champion…SAH’TA THOR!

Johnny – Never underestimate the champion though, Thor has proven in a short time that he’s not someone to be taken lightly.

Matt – Indeed he has, which is why I’m so excited for this match!

The referee makes sure both men are in their corners, before the ominous steel cage lowers completely around them. Ring workers set off the flame thrower rig on the one side, causing it to shoot flames all over the cage wall. Across the ring, the workers attack wires to the wall, shooting electricity through it. Once the referee has seen that everything is ok, he calls for the bell.



IWF Uprising Championship Match
Trail of Tears Match
Sah’ta Thor [vs.] Storming Raven

[Ding Ding Ding]

Sah’ta Thor immediately moves towards Storming Raven in the center of the ring, and the two men tie up in the middle. Storming Raven gets the strength advantage and begins to push Sah’ta Thor towards the corner of the ring. Sah’ta Thor manages to escape the hold and drop down to his knees, sweeping his leg around and tripping Storming Raven to the ground. Sah’ta Thor jumps on top of him and lands a few quick elbows to the head of Storming Raven, before Storming Raven throws Sah’ta Thor off of him. The two wrestlers stand back up and move towards each other again.

Johnny – Neither man with the advantage here early on

Matt – The match is still young Johnny

Storming Raven immediately delivers a big clothesline, sending Sah’ta Thor to the ground in pain. Storming Raven grabs Sah’ta Thor and lifts him up to his feet. Storming Raven hooks the head of Sah’ta Thor and lifts him up vertically, before suplexing him backwards into the middle of the ring. Storming Raven stands up and walks towards Sah’ta Thor, stomping on him a few times. Storming Raven reaches down and picks Sah’ta Thor up, and grabs his arm. Storming Raven tries to whip Sah’ta Thor into the flaming section of the cage, but Sah’ta Thor blocks the throw and turns around. Sah’ta Thor jumps into the air, wraps his legs around the neck of Storming Raven, and takes him down with a frankensteiner. Sah’ta Thor punches Storming Raven in the face a few times, before getting off of him.

Johnny – The smaller Thor has taken early control of this match, using his speed to really counteract Raven’s size advantage

Matt – That’s what you have to do. If you want speed to beat size, you have to use it well. Thor knows what he’s doing

Sah’ta Thor walks over to the wall of weapons and grabs a baseball bat that is hanging. Sah’ta Thor walks back to Storming Raven and rears the baseball bat back, looking to smash it into his back. Storming Raven rolls out of the way as Sah’ta Thor smashes the bat into the mat. Sah’ta Thor drops the bat as it ricochets in his hands, as Storming Raven gets to his feet. Storming Raven runs at Sah’ta Thor and tackles him, sending both men quickly into the flaming section of the cage.

Johnny – Holy shit, already into the flaming part of the cage

Matt – That’s gotta burn!

Both Sah’ta Thor and Storming Raven immediately hit the ground and roll around, each trying to put out invisible flames that they still feel on their skin. Eventually, both men get to their feet and look at each other. Storming Raven runs at Sah’ta Thor, who ducks under a clothesline attempt. Sah’ta Thor reaches down and grabs the baseball bat that is lying on the mat. Sah’ta Thor waits for Storming Raven to turn around, before swinging the bat and connecting with a huge shot to the stomach of Storming Raven.

Johnny – Yikes, this match wasted no time in getting hardcore

Matt – With one swing of the bat, this entire match has changed momentum

Storming Raven falls to the ground in pain, as Sah’ta Thor smashes the baseball bat across his back. Storming Raven rolls around in pain as Sah’ta Thor walks over to the wall and grabs a chair this time. Sah’ta Thor walks back over to Storming Raven, holding the steel chair. Storming Raven suddenly kicks Sah’ta Thor in the face from his back, before standing up and quickly hooking Sah’ta Thor’s head and dropping him with a huge DDT. Sah’ta Thor’s face smashes against the chair that he was holding himself. Storming Raven stands up and grabs Sah’ta Thor by the head. Storming Raven lifts Sah’ta Thor to his feet, before scoop slamming Sah’ta Thor right back down on that steel chair.

Johnny – Back and forth they go, with the hardcore stipulation, neither man is having an easy time gaining any advantage here

Matt – Yeah Johnny, it’s a pretty even playing field for these two men in a regular match. Throw in a hardcore stip, and it’s dead even

Storming Raven grabs the chair from the ground and begins to smash it into Sah’ta Thor’s back repeatedly, each time bringing it down with a sickening thud on the spine of Sah’ta Thor. Storming Raven eventually throws the chair to the side and walks over to the wall. Storming Raven grabs a sledgehammer off of the wall and moves towards Sah’ta Thor, who is slowly getting to his feet. Storming Raven goes to smash the sledgehammer into Sah’ta Thor’s head, but Sah’ta Thor manages to kick Storming Raven in the stomach, causing him to drop the sledgehammer. Sah’ta Thor goes to hit a roundhouse kick, but Storming Raven manages to dodge the kick.

Johnny – Nice dodge there by Raven, he seems to be taking control a little more now

Matt – But remember, all it takes is one chair shot, or one electrical fence smash to completely change that

Storming Raven throws a big punch that connects to the body of Sah’ta Thor. Storming Raven grabs Sah’ta Thor and lifts him up over his head, before dropping Sah’ta Thor with a Lou Thesz press. Storming Raven takes a few steps back as Sah’ta Thor rolls around on the ground. As Sah’ta Thor slowly gets back to his feet, Storming Raven runs at Sah’ta Thor and delivers a big boot to his face, causing Sah’ta Thor to go spinning right back down to the ground. Now Storming Raven walks over and picks up the sledgehammer. Storming Raven walks back towards Sah’ta Thor, who is slowly getting to his feet. Storming Raven stands beside Sah’ta Thor and pushes the sledgehammer shaft around Sah’ta Thor’s neck, before delivering a huge Russian leg sweep, forcing the shaft of the hammer to drive Sah’ta Thor’s throat and head down to the mat hard.

Johnny – I don’t know, Raven looks to be in control of this match here, what a huge Russian leg sweep with that hammer

Matt – Yeah I’ll admit that Raven looks on his game tonight. But never count out the champion

Storming Raven slowly gets up and begins to walk over to the cage. Storming Raven begins to climb the cage slowly, looking to make a quick escape. Sah’ta Thor sees this, stands up with all his strength, grabs the steel chair and runs at Storming Raven. Sah’ta Thor smashes the steel chair into the back of Storming Raven, causing him to fall off of the cage and down onto the mat. Sah’ta Thor collapses beside Storming Raven, who crawls towards the cage. Sah’ta Thor stands up at the same time that Storming Raven does, and they look at each other across the ring. Storming Raven runs towards Sah’ta Thor, who suddenly drops down and trips Storming Raven, who tumbles head first into the electric part of the fence.

Johnny – Oh my god, headfirst into the electrical fence!

Matt – Raven’s hit a few of those in his days, I think he’ll be fine.

Johnny – But that’s some much needed momentum for Thor, if he can catch his breath and capitalize on this!

Storming Raven hits the mat and twitches, as the electricity runs through his body. Sah’ta Thor waits for a few moments, before reaching down and grabbing Storming Raven. Sah’ta Thor quickly recoils, as there is clearly still some electricity in Storming Raven’s body. Sah’ta Thor grabs a metal pole off of the wall, leans it on the not electric, grounded fence, and then drops it onto Storming Raven. After a few moments, Sah’ta Thor reaches down and grabs Storming Raven, this time able to drag him up to his feet. Sah’ta Thor kicks Storming Raven in the stomach and doubles him over. Sah’ta Thor positions Storming Raven’s head between his legs, and looks to hit a piledriver. But Storming Raven suddenly powers through and sends Sah’ta Thor flying high into the air and landing on his back, as Storming Raven collapses to the mat.

Johnny – What a huge reversal by Raven! He needed that badly

Matt – Both these men are sacrificing their bodies here, all for our entertainment! I love it!

Both men crawl away from each other and try to make it to their feet, both having taken brutal punishment in this match. Storming Raven reaches the side where the chair still lies. Storming Raven picks it up as he slowly gets to his feet. Meanwhile, Sah’ta Thor has pulled himself up along the weapon-side cage wall, and grabs another steel chair from the wall.

Johnny – Uh oh, they’ve both got a chair

Matt – Who’s going to get hit first?!

The two men approach each other in the middle of the ring, each one limping and moving much slower than earlier. Both Storming Raven and Sah’ta Thor swing their steel chairs at the same time. Both chairs connect to Sah’ta Thor and Storming Raven’s heads at the same time, causing both of them to collapse to the ground.

Johnny – Thor!

Matt – Raven!

Johnny – Both?

Matt – That was the craziest and possibly only simultaneous chair shot I’ve ever seen!

Neither man moves for a long time, as the referee checks on both of them to make sure that they can continue. Eventually, after minutes of nothing, Sah’ta Thor begins to stir. Sah’ta Thor stands up and begins to walk over to the cage and starts trying to climb it, albeit very slowly. As he does so, Storming Raven stands up across the ring. Storming Raven grabs the sledgehammer that’s lying down beside him and holds it by the head. Storming Raven throws it far across the ring as hard as he can. The sledgehammer smashes into the spine of Sah’ta Thor, causing him to hold his back, lose his grip and fall off the cage and onto the mat.

Johnny – Raven playing a little hammer throw with that beautiful game saving toss

Matt – Man that was an unreal throw. Raven should be a quarterback

Storming Raven slowly limps over to Sah’ta Thor and grabs him by the head. Storming Raven lifts Sah’ta Thor up onto his shoulder and runs at the electric fence, smashing into it, causing an electric shock to ripple through both men. Storming Raven somehow holds himself up though, long enough to run and smash Sah’ta Thor spine first into the flaming cage.

Johnny – Holy fucking shit! Into the electric fence, and then into the flaming cage!

Matt – How the hell did Raven manage to do that?! I can’t believe it

Johnny – That must have taken so much out of him

Both men collapse and twitch and roll around on the mat in pain. The referee checks on both of them, as they lay in pain on the mat, however are communicating with the referee. Eventually, Storming Raven somehow manages to get to his feet.

Matt – But not enough, he’s back to his feet already!

Storming Raven walks over to Sah’ta Thor, who is also beginning to get to his feet. Storming Raven lifts Sah’ta Thor onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Storming Raven uses all of his remaining strength to run and powerbomb Sah’ta Thor right into the steel cage wall. The wall collapses, causing both men to tumble over the top rope and land on top of the cage wall, which has fallen to the outside of the ring.

Johnny – Holy shit, Storm Warning right through the cage wall!

Matt – Storming Raven used every last bit of strength he had to hit that move, he needs to pin Thor right now

The rest of the cage is raised up, as neither men move on the cage wall that’s now on its’ side. But suddenly Storming Raven manages to reach across and place an arm on the chest of Sah’ta Thor. The referee begins to count as it’s now a falls count anywhere match.

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-3-

Sah’ta Thor manages to kick out.

Johnny – How?! What?!

Matt – He kicked out! I can’t believe it!

Storming Raven can’t believe it as he begins to argue with the referee, who explains that Sah’ta Thor managed to kick out before the three count was fully called. Eventually Storming Raven just grabs Sah’ta Thor and rolls him back into the ring. Storming Raven follows Sah’ta Thor into the ring, and then lifts him up onto his shoulders. Storming Raven goes to deliver another powerbomb, but unbeknownst to him, Sah’ta Thor had grabbed the sledgehammer before he was lifted into the air. Sah’ta Thor smashes the sledgehammer down on to the face of Storming Raven, causing him to collapse to the mat.

Johnny – Sledgehammer to the face!

Matt – Poor Raven, he looked to have this in the bag just moments ago. Now I’m not so sure

Sah’ta Thor lands on top of Storming Raven and immediately rolls off of him. Sah’ta Thor regains his composure, before crawling to the ropes and getting back to his feet. Sah’ta Thor grabs one of the chairs, before walking over and grabbing the other. Sah’ta Thor turns back to Storming Raven, who is slowly getting up to his feet. Sah’ta Thor walks towards Storming Raven, before swinging the chairs together as hard as he can. Storming Raven gets his hands up, but the chairs still sandwich his head between them, causing Storming Raven to collapse back down to the ground. Sah’ta Thor tosses one of the chairs away and smashes the other one into the spine of Storming Raven.

Johnny – Jesus, he just sandwiched Raven’s head with those chairs!

Matt – Thor is doing whatever it takes to defend his title tonight, and wouldn’t you if it was your title?

Sah’ta Thor throws the other chair away and drops down, going for a cover on Storming Raven. Sah’ta Thor hooks the leg of Storming Raven as the referee begins to count.

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-3-

Storming Raven somehow gets his shoulder up at the last possible millisecond.

Johnny – It continues!

Matt – I think Raven should have just stayed down. He’s got nothing left, he used all his strength he had left to get Thor through that cage wall. He’s spent.

It’s Sah’ta Thor’s turn to not believe the kickout, as he too turns to the referee and begins to argue. The referee stands firm in his decision. Sah’ta Thor smacks his fists on the ground and turns back around as Storming Raven slowly gets to his feet. Sah’ta Thor grabs Storming Raven and hooks his head, looking to drop him with a DDT. But Storming Raven manages to push Sah’ta Thor away from him. Storming Raven runs and tries to lift Sah’ta Thor up in the air, but Sah’ta Thor shakes his head and pushes Storming Raven away from him, kicking him in the stomach as he does so.

Johnny – Yeah, it’s certainly looking like that

Matt – I can’t believe that either of these men are standing to be completely honest.

Sah’ta Thor walks over behind Storming Raven and uses all of his strength to lift him facing up onto his own shoulders. Sah’ta Thor turns to the center of the ring, before throwing Storming Raven’s head off of his own shoulders and then dropping to the mat, spiking the top of Storming Raven’s head off of the canvas with a huge argentine piledriver.

Johnny – There it is!

Matt – Reign of Blood by Thor!

Sah’ta Thor slowly crawls over to a motionless Storming Raven and hooks his leg. The referee begins to count.

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-3-

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL the IWF Uprising Champion…Sah’ta Thor!

Johnny – What a hellacious match between those two

Matt – You can say that again

Sah’ta Thor slowly gets to his feet as the referee helps him up and hands him his title. Sah’ta Thor stands up and holds his title in the air, as the crowd cheers at the warrior mentality that both the wrestlers in the ring showed to start off the show. Sah’ta Thor looks down at Storming Raven and shakes his head, before walking out of the ring and down the ramp, still holding his custom title belt high in the air.

Johnny – Thor almost can’t believe how much pain Raven was able to withstand in that match

Matt – Raven lost but he should be proud, he put on a show

Medical personnel rush the ring and tend to Storming Raven. After a few minutes, they try to strap him to a stretcher. Storming Raven pushes them off of him and slowly crawls out of the ring and onto the floor. Storming Raven pulls himself up to his feet, pushing the stretcher out of the way, and slowly walking up the ramp. The crowd cheers loudly as Storming Raven gets to the top of the ramp. Storming Raven storms backstage, not even acknowledging the crowd.

Johnny – Raven refuses to be carried backstage, but then ignores all the cheering fans. Nice work Raven.

Matt – This guy doesn’t care about the fans. They can cheer him for the match he put on, but he only cares about himself.

Johnny – Nothing really wrong with that

Matt – He might want to start caring about them if he wants any kind of support


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Heather Thompson: The following match is scheduled for one fall...

All the lights in the arena go out, save one green spotlight aimed down at the middle of the stage.



So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk

So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk

I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared (Eastside)

I ain't never scared (Westside)

I ain't never scared (Southside)

Parker rips the curtain to the side and steps out on to the stage. He stops for a moment in the spotlight and surveys the audience and their reaction to his presence.

I ain't never scared(Northside)

I ain't never scared(Southside)

I ain't never scared(Eastside)

I ain't never scared(Westside)

The shade of green that had painted the stage lights the sides of the entrance ramp as Parker starts to head down to the ring. Some of the fans taunt him as he walks down the ramp, while others hold out their hands for Parker to slap. Both groups of people get ignored as Parker has only the ring in his sight.

Who am I? Bone Crusher, motherfucker

AttenCHUN! Where my soldiers motherfucker?

I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga

And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga



As he reaches ringside Parker turns towards the ring steps to his left and heads up them at a brisk pace. Upon reaching the apron he stops and looks out into the crowd again, possibly reading all of the signs being waved around by the fans.

I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches

This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches

Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta

And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga?

Parker steps over the middle rope and ducks under the top rope, stepping into the ring. As he steps to the center of the ring he tilts his head to the side and cracks his neck before staring up the entrance ramp waiting for tonight's victim.

Heather Thompson: Introducing first....from Winston-Salem, North Carolina...Parker Wylde.

The lights fade out as the sound of a bell tower rings throughout the arena, a few more moments fly by before...

"Unleash the warrior within!"

Pyro sets off from both sides on the entrance ramp in the form of a pair of angel wings with the words "Heaven's Gladiator" appearing in crystal blue letters on the titantron. A single platform can be seen being lowered at the ramp revealing Steel Angel and Marley Jones standing at the center. Steel Angel is wearing a white and blue warrior tunic with angel designs decorated on the back and a gold cross shape tapestry on the front. Marley is wearing a light blue warrior tunic with feathers decorated on it and long leather boots. Steel's long black hair flows in the air as he stares at the crowd before him.

They fall in line, one at a time
Ready to play
(I can't see them anyway)
No time to lose, we've got to move
Steady your helm
(I am losing sight again)

Steel Angel and Marley jump off the platform and they both bow before fans as they shower them in cheers. Steel Angel then walks slowly towards the ring every step with purpose, every movement loose and flowing while Marley holds his arm following his every move.

Fire your guns
It's time to run
Blow me away
(I will stay, in the mess I made)

After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way

Steel Angel then stops at the end of the ramp where he brings his hands together with the middle and index fingers joining together pointing straight out with the other fingers curled together overlapping one another. He then moves
his hands while in this symbol up, down, left and then right in the form of a cross before bringing both middle and index fingers to his lips and kisses them. He then separates his hands as he points to the sky unleashing blue pyro from the entrance ramp.

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven, when we die
I am the shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all

Steel Angel then walks around the ring slapping high fives with some of the fans before climbing through the second rope and enters the ring. Marley walks to one side and claps with the fans as she watches him.

There's nothing left, so save your breath
Lying in wait
(Caught inside this tidal wave)
Your cover's blown, no where to go
Holding your fate
(Loaded I will walk alone)

He smiles as looks around the ring, he then poses which causes the fans to cheer some more.

Fire your guns
It's time to run
Blow me away
(I will stay, in the mess I made)

He then removes the tunic and takes it off showing his ripped features to the ladies in attendance some of whom scream in delight before he hands it to Marley. He is also wearing gold karate style pants with white flame like designs on the ankles and the words "Steel Angel" written in black latin like writing on the sides.

After the fall
We'll shake it off
Show me the way

He then moves to the center of the ring and forms the same hand gesture he did at the end of the entrance ramp. This time as he ends the gesture by pointing to the sky that white pyro erupts from the corners.

Only the strongest will survive
Lead me to heaven, when we die
I am the shadow on the wall
I'll be the one to save us all

Wanted it back
(Don't fight me now!)

He then tilts his head from side to side and he gets ready for his match.

Heather Thompson: And his opponent...from San Diego, California... Steel Angel.


Parker Wayde [vs.] Steel Angel

[Ding. Ding. Ding.]

The bell rings signaling the start of the match as both men eye each other carefully. Each one avoiding being the first to show a weakness. They circle each other for a few tense seconds before Parker lunges forward with a quick shoulder tackle takedown attempt. Steel is knocked to the ground and Parker manages to go for a pin attempt.

Johnny - Parker trying to prevent Steel Angel from getting any momentum in this match.

Matt - You know that Steel Angel won't go down that easily.

The referee doesn't even get a one count before Angel kicks out. Parker looks frustrated as he backs away looking to form a new plan of attack. Steel isn't going for it though and rushes after his former tag team partner. Once Steel has caught up with Parker he connects with an uppercut to Parker's jaw. Parker kinda wobbles a bit allowing for Steel follow the punch up with a release German suplex.

Johnny - Parker had better do something quick or else this match will be over pretty damn quick.

Matt - Steel is seemingly in control here.

Parker hits the mat with a resounding thud and Steel moves in for his next attack. He drops down for the pin attempt.

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Shoulder up just before the two count. Steel gets up and then steps back while Parker gets to his feet. Once Parker was back on his feet Steel hits him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Both men hit the mat with thud before laying there momentarily.

Johnny - Steel has been in control of this entire match. Parker needs to mount an offense here or he could very well be in trouble.

Matt - I hear you there but it is still early in this match yet.

Both men start to stir showing their experience in the ring. Steel is up first and smiles at the slowly rising Parker. Once both men are on their feet Parker moves towards Steel to connect a series of punches to the upper body and torso. Steel counters by Irish whipping Parker to one side before running to the opposite side of the ring. Steel then jumps off second rope doing a phoenix splash motion before grabbing his Parker's head and drives him down into the mat with brutal efficiency.

Johnny - Steel just hit the Skyward Breakdown. This one has got to be over.

Matt - I hate admit it but I think you are right.

Steel Angel goes for the pin.

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[Ding. Ding. Ding]

Heather Thompson - The winner of this match.... Steeeel Angel!

Steel gets up and looks down at the defeated Parker with a look of contempt as he lets the referee raise his arm in victory.

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The image suddenly shifts to the back where we see the battered looking Uprising Champion Sah'ta Thor walking through the back. He had a devious smile on his lips as he purposely moved forward as if on some unknown task. He turns a corner and quite literally runs into someone who had been leaning against the wall.

Ace Static
Thor...

Ace Static is shown leaning against the wall acting calm and collect. He looks to the ground and smirks before glancing back up at Sah’ta Thor. The two exchange glances and Thor appears to be agitated.

Ace Static
Oh what are you gonna pull out your Little Tykes hammer and smash me with it? Fuck outta here before I smash you again...

Sah'ta Thor
See this Ace?

Thor holds the Uprising Championship infront of Ace's face.

Sah'ta Thor
This is an IWF championship. Something I see that you DON'T have. And when the fuck did you ever smash me? Sure as hell wasn't in our tag match, where you left me high and dry. Or are you talking about that short stint you had back in GEW? Either way Ace, don't think I have forgotte about your actions a few weeks ago.

Ace scans over his fingernails breaking eye contact with Thor as soon as he holds the title up and begins to go on ranting. Looking back up once Thor has finished Ace steps towards Thor and grins.

Ace Static
Look... you can hold the world’s most insignificant championship for as long as you want, that’s all fine and good. Don’t throw it in my face like it means something. If I wanted that title I’d take it from you it’s that simple. Now you have one choice left...walk away. Walk away from the situation before I put you in the ground.

Clinching his fist and cracking his neck to the side Ace still grins arrogantly at Thor begging him to jump. Thor grins darkly as he slams the Uprising Championship into the side Ace's skull. With that Thor drops the championship and grabs Ace by the shirt and slams him into the wall. As Ace hits the wall Thor was already following up with a series of savage punches and kicks literally going berserk.

Johnny - Somebody needs to get back there and stop this.

Matt - Look at how enraged Thor is.

Thor steps back from Ace after about a minute or so and looks around for a weapon for some sorts. Ace staggers for a moment trying to regain his focus as he fires back with a left and right of his own. Thor turns to Ace and deflects his attack pushing him back gaining space. Quickly grabbing a camera from the crew Thor lunges towards Ace. With a forceful impact Thor drills the camera into the eye of Static who falls to the ground holding his face. Blood begins to flow from the cracks of Ace’s hands while he still attempts to cover his face. Rolling around in agony the camera crew catches a glimpse of Static’s eye which has shards of the lens pierced into it.

Matt - DEAR GOD! Ace Static’s eye is a bloody mess!

Johnny - Thor isn’t done, somebody get over there and help!

Thor starts to laugh at the pain he has inflicted as he grabs nearby broom.  He starts beating Ace's body with the handle until it snaps in half. Thor tosses the broken broom to the side and reaches down to pull Ace to his feet. Once Ace was on his feet Thor slams Aces head repeatedly into the wall leaving a bloody mess in its wake. After a minute or two of this Thor throws Ace on the ground with a sadistic smile before reaching over to the fallen Uprising Championship. Without any remorse Thor slams uses the title as a bludgeon repeatedly slamming down onto Ace's skull until blood started to freely flow. Seeing the blood Thor suddenly stops and stands up slowly while looking at the now bloody surface of the Uprising Championship. He looks down at Ace's now still form and smiles demonically before he shakes his head and continues off down the hall as if nothing had happened.

Johnny - We knew Thor could be violent but somebody needs to check on Ace now.

Matt - Who knows what damage Thor just inflicted.

Johnny - Either way it looks like Corey Bull will not be facing Ace Static tonight.

Matt - I would be shocked to see Ace in a match anytime soon after that attack.

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Steel Angel - "Dammit Darren I told you before that she likes me and not you, get over it already!"
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We return to the arena with Heather Thompson for the next match up.

Heather Thompson - The following contest is a gauntlet match and it's for the High Impact Championship!

Johnny - For the first time ever we have a gauntlet match in.........well ever!

Matt - Flex is gonna have his hands full if he has any chance of retaining his belt that he recently won.

“In Division” begins to blare over the speakers.

"I lay in a bed of resistance,
Chained to either side.
I really wish I could reset, rewind."

Smoke slowly begins to creep and fill the stage.

"I really wish I could reset rewind.
You know it's never the way we planned it.
I really wish we could reset rewind."

After a few moments, Flex Johnson strolls out and looks out at the crowd.

"I'm planning a revolution inside my head!
I'm planning a revolution when I break free.
I call for annihilation.
Describe the sunlight so I can feel it's burn.
If only I could get up from this bed!"

He walks slowly down the ramp. A number of fans boo him; a number of fans cheer for Flex as well.

"Living inside a hole they put me underground.
Where they can never find me 'less they dig me out."

Flex circles the ring one time, and then rolls into the ring.

"But no one seems to care anymore!
I'm digging, I'm digging my way out.
'Cause when I breathe in there is no release!"

He walks over to the near turn buckle and points a finger to the sky.

"I've been living inside a hole they put me underground.
Where they could never find me 'less they dig me out.
I've been living inside a hole.
Where they could never find me 'less they dig me out."

Flex hops off the turn buckle and waits for his opponent.

Heather Thompson - Introducing first from Harlem, NY weighing tonight at 210 pounds he's the current High Impact Champion.....Flex Johnson!

Matt - Last week Flex made a huge impact by beating Gordon Fury for his High Impact title.

Johnny - Well now he has to take on an army of hungry contenders who all want to take his belt from him.

Matt - Whose going to be his first opponet though?

"Slayed by Overseer" plays as Maschist Messiah make his way to the ring, he takes a moment to pose to the crowd wh jeers him.

Heather Thompson - And his first opponet, weighing 235 pounds the Masochist Messiah!

Matt - Well this is interesting, Flex's first foe is the dominate of the undercard Masochist Messiah.

Johnny - Let's see how he fares against someone from the upper card with the title on the line.

Ref checks on both men and calls for the bell.



IWF High Impact Championship Match
Flex Johnson High Impact Gauntlet Match

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Messiah rushes in and throws a wild series of lefts and rights that hit Flex who covers up, he manages to grab one of Messiah's arms and whips him to the ropes. He rebounds towards Flex who flips him over with a back body drop. Messiah attempts to get up but Flex is on him as he floors him with a shining wizard. He hooks the leg and makes the cover.

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Messiah kicks out.

Matt - Flex trying to end this one early.

Johnny - It's a good plan, he needs to beat his opponets early so that he can save his energy for the latter battles.

Messiah gets to his feet and Flex atttempts to lift him up for a suplex but Messiah wiggles out of it and runs in with a low dropkick to the knee, then he hooks the head and drives Flex down with a snap ddt. He covers Flex.

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Flex gets the shoulder up and Messiah pulls Flex to his feet but Flex drops him with the jawbreaker. Messiah runs in with a wild clothesline but Flex ducks under and gets behind Messiah, lifting him up on his shoulders and drives him straight down with the Anywhere But Here! Flex hooks boths legs and covers.

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[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Masochist Messiah is eliminated.

Matt - Anywhere But Here and Flex survives.

Johnny - He should pace himself, this ain't over by a long shot.

Heather Thompson - Introducing the next opponet, Alexander Raven!

Alexander rushes right into the ring just has Flex gets to his feet, the ref calls for the bell.


Flex Johnson [vs.] Alexander Raven.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Alexander runs in and knocks Flex down with the clothesline, Flex gets back up and Alexander whips him to the ropes. Alexnader grabs on the rebound and throws him straight down with the powerslam. Alexander then makes the cover.

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Flex forces the shoulder up and Alexander rolls to his feet and proceeds to stomp Flex down with a series of angry stomps. Flex retreats to the nearest turnbuckle corner where Alexander continues the punishment, the ref moves in and starts the count.

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Alexander Raven is forced to back away and Flex slumps to the ground.

Johnny - Flex looks to be taken a beating in the early phases of this match.

Matt - Which isn't a good thing seeing how he still has a few more athletes after this guy to deal with.

Alexander waits for Flex to pull himself to the ropes, he charges in full throttle with a body splash, Flex however moves out of the way causing Alexander to crash into the turnbuckle, he staggers towards Flex who lifes him up in the electric chair and hits another Anywhere but Here! He hooks the leg and makes the cover!

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[Ding Ding Ding]

Heather Thompson - Alexander Raven is eliminated.

Matt - Flex able to take down another contender!

Johnny - He still has a long way to go though!

Heather Thompson - Introducting the next contender, Frank Finelli!

Frank slides in the ring and Flex slowly gets to his feet, ref checks both men and calls for the bell.


Flex Johnson [vs.] Frank Finelli.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Frank charges in and knocks Flex down with a shoulder tackle, he then runs to the other side of the ropes just as Flex gets to his feet and knocks him down with an even stronger shoulder tackle that flips him completly over, Flex slowly gets to his feet as Frank backs up to the ropes, using them for added momentum as he lunges in with a massive spear!

Matt - Holy shit!

Johnny - Holy shit is right, Flex might be snapped in two.

Frank then makes the cover.

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Flex manages to get the shoulder up.

Matt - Flex ain't about to call it quits just yet.

Johnny - So far he's manage to play it safe and defeat two of his foes but I fear that tactic won't fare so well against Frank.

Frank gets to his feet and starts stomping down on Flex who covers up, he then grabs him by the hair and flings him back first into the trunbuckle, the force causing Flex to reel towards Frank who floors him with a massive clothesline.

Johnny - Damn did you hear that?

Matt - Heard it? I'm pretty sure that Flex fealt it!

Frank then pulls him to his but Flex manages to come alive and drop Frank down with a jaw breaker, this allows Flex to roll out of the ring and catch a breather.

Johnny - Smart move by Flex, trying to conserve his energy.

Matt - So far his quick thinking has helped him survive two opponets, he's going to have to rely on that if he has any hope against this mountain of a man.

Frank is stunned from the jaw breaker but recovers quickly and slides out of the ring to presue Flex who runs around the outside, Frank chanses him as he rolls back into the ring and as Frank slides back in he walks right into a dropkick that sends him into the ropes and he rebounds back to Flex who gets up in time and intercepts him with a scoop powerslam! Flex covers.

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Frank powers out of the cover and both men slowly get to their feet.

Matt - Flex tried a hit and run tactic on Frank which managed to get him off his feet.

Johnny - But it wasen't enough to keep him down, Flex needs to find a way to beat this guy and quick.

Both men make it to their feet, Flex jumps on him with a few swit kicks to the side but Frank powers him with some clubing fists to the cheak bone that staggers Flex, Frank moves in and lifts Flex over and slams him straight down with float over powerslam! He hooks the leg.


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Flex rolls the shoulder through and Frank pulls him back to his feet and lifts Flex back up and drives him back first into the turnbuckle, ramming his shoulder into the stomich of Flex a few times before hooking his arms around Flex's waist and flings him over with the belly to belly suplex! Flex flops over and slowly gets to his feet, Frank is in a three point stance and waits for Flex to stagger to his feet before Frank charges in and floors Flex with a three point shoulder tackle that turns Flex inside out. Frank flips Flex over and makes the cover.

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Flex barely kicks out and Frank lets out a roar of flustration.

Johnny - Even with all this abuse that Flex is taking he refuses to stay down.

Matt - He had just won that title and has no intention of surrendering it without a fight.

Frank finally decides enough is enough and lifts Flex up and hooks him in the full nelson.

Matt - Uh oh......

Johnny - Could be Finelli Fatality time!

Flex however manages to slip under the move causing Frank to bend over, Flex then rolls Frank over into a victory roll! The ref makes the count.

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[Ding Ding Ding!]

Johnny - What!!??

Matt - No way!!!

Heather Thompson - Frank Finelli is eliminated!

Frank has a shocked expression as the ref tells him he has been eliminated, he gets up and goes towards Flex but the offical holds him back and shouts at him to head backstage, Frank relunctenly lets up and retreats while Flex is laid out on the mat taking heavy breaths.

Johnny - This isn't looking good for Flex, he has to been nearly gassed after that.

Matt - He still has a couple more people he has to fight though!

Heather Thompson - Introducing the next opponet, Jack Savage!

The light's in the arena slowly dim and then they go completely out and the sound of static is heard coming from the speakers. A spotlight shines down on the entrance ramp.

I'm just a thorn in your side, the disrespect in your eye
I can't control myself
I'm like a snake in your drain, I'm takin' over your brain
Cause I can't help myself

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 Kelly stands to his right side and runs her hands up down body.

Every time I turn my head I can hear everything that's said
I know they wish I'd go away

Then Noah Philips quickly steeps out on to the stage he is wearing a suit and holding a silver Halliburton briefcase he stands behind Jack and Kelly and nods his head.

Here I am again, hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year
Here I am again, hey how, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year

Howard slowly leads the group down to the ring as Jack looks at the fans with a look of hatred in his eyes. They all stop as the reach the end of the ramp and Kelly once again runs her had up and down Jack's body .

[color=gold]Call me the jackal in heat, the blackest cat on the street
You better watch yourself
A hand grenade with no pin, a razor blade goin' in
I'm goin' straight to hell

They all keep standing tight where they are and Jack laughs as looks around to all the fans .
A smile slowly creeps across his he looks at his wife. Noah and Howard walk around the couple and both enter the ring.

[b]Every time I turn my head I can hear everything that's said
I know they wish I'd going away

Jack and Kelly both slowly make there way over to the steeps. Jack lets Kelly goes up the steeps first and is fallowed closely by Jack the stop again as they reach the top of the stairs. Kelly walks over and bends over right in front of Jack. She slowly enters the ring as Jack looks around at all of the fans.

Here I am again, hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfucker of the year
Here I am again, hey now, hey now
I'm the mutherfuckeher of the year

Jack kiss his wife passionately on the lips and then he himself enters the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckles and claims the one that is closest to the entrance ramp and points to himself.

Here I am again, hey now, hey now
I'm the murherfucker of the year

Jack stands on the turnbuckle and keeps point to him self as the lights go back on.

Matt - This........dosen't look good at all for Flex! I mean how the hell can he take on Jack in his current condition?

Johnny - Jack ever since he came back has been destroying the current competition and now he's in the perfect spot to win his first title here in IWF.

Flex barely manages to get to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Ref takes a moment to make sure Flex it ready before he calls for the bell.


Flex Johnson [vs.] Jack Savage.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Jack dosen't even hesitate for a second as he goes right to Flex with series of stiff blows to the head and face, Flex is forced to cover up as he is backed into a corner, Jack pulls him out of the corner and knocks him down with the clothesline then climbs the 2nd rope and nails a moon right on top of Flex.
He hooks the leg and covers.

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Flex forces the shoulder up.

Johnny - Flex still manages to somehow find the strength to stay in this fight.

Matt - Even after everything he went through up to this point Flex continues to survive.

Jack mounts on top of Flex and rains closed fists onto the unprotected head of Flex who tries his best to cover up. Ref warns him of the use of the closed fist but Jack ignores him and gets to his feet, he then loads the leg and throws a sharp kick to the ribcage of Flex who screams out in pain, Jack then lifts Flex to his feet and throws him into the turnbuckle, Flex barely has time to react as soon as his back makes contact with the turnbuckle Jack is right on him with a big body splash. Jack then lifts Flex into the top rope and hooks him looking for the suplex, Flex tries to fight out of it but Jack answers back with repeated clubbing blows to the back of the head which stun Flex long enough for Savage to lift him over and both men crash down with the superplex. Jack is first to his feet and runs over and covers Flex.

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Flex barely manages to roll the shoulder through.

Johnny - Flex again kicks out.

Matt - He is just taking hit after hit after hit and still wont stay down.

Jack looks at the ref who holds two fingers, Jack then pulls Flex by his hair and attempts to whip him but Flex rolls though and pulls Jack's arm and reels Jack towards him and throws him over with a northen lights suplex pin!

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Jack kicks out!

Matt - Holy shit Flex almost caught Jack completly by surprize.

Johnny - He was hoping that was enough but Jack ain't going to be denied so easily.

Jack has a dazed look as he tries to figuire out what just happend while Flex crawls to the nearest ropes, Jack has a look of pure rage as he gets to his feet and pulls Flex's leg back just as he made it to the ropes and drops a series of elbows to the spine, then Jack pulls Flex back and applies the camul clutch.

Matt - Camul Clutch applied, adding even further damage to the back.

Johnny - Smart move on Jack's part, take the man's base you take away a great deal of his power.

Flex screams in pain as Jack yells into his ear to tap, wreching the hold even further. Flex however manages to pull himself closer and closer to the ropes and Jack in response pulls him back even further. Flex with one last bit of strength however reaches out and barely grabs the ropes. The ref makes the count as Jack keep the hold on.

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Jack finally lets go and backs up a full steps, he waits for Flex to get to his feet and then runs in with a forearm smash right to the bridge of the nose, Jack then reels Flex out of the turnbuckle and hooks him into the reverse ddt position before dropping him down with the Savage End.

Johnny - Savage End in the center of the ring!

Matt - Flex is done, there's no way he can keep going like this.

Jack has a smile as he rolls into the cover and hooks the leg.

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Somehow Flex just manages to get the shoulder up as the ref's hand comes down for the three count! Jack's expression tells the story as the ref holds two fingers at his face.

Johnny - How......the hell.........how is Flex still going?

Flex - The heart of a champion Johnny, there's no other explanation I can think of.

Jack is fuming now, a close up of Flex we can see his nose is bleeding from where Jack's elbow made contact. Jack rolls out of the ring and pulls out a ten foot ladder which he throws into the ring.

Johnny - Now what is Jack doing?

Matt - He's gotta be thinking of a way to put Flex down for good.

Flex barely gets to his feet before Jack runs in with the ladder and smashes his face with the end of it, causing the cut on his nose to become even larger. Jack then tosses the ladder aside, he then grabs Flex and sets him up at the top turnbuckle and then sets the ladder between himself and Flex then starts climbing.

Johnny - This dosent look good for Flex at all.

Matt - That's a ten foot drop, no way it can be good for anyone Johnny.

Jack then finally makes it to the top and pulls Flex who is still prone on the turnbuckle and pulls over to the ladder, Jack then hooks the head of Flex as he has a sadistic smile on his face.

Johnny - No NO NO PLEASE JACK NO!!

Matt - HE'S GONNA KILL FLEX AT THAT HEIGHT!!

However Flex has some life left in him as he manages to throw a few hard jabs to the rip cage causing Jack to let go, Flex then with a mighty huff, pushes Jack who falls off the ladder and crashes ten feet right into the mat below. Jack slowly staggers back to his feet, shaken from the fall before Flex stand and leaves high into the air, landing right on Jack with the Meteora!

Crowd
HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Johnny - GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY WHAT A LEAP OF FAITH!!

Matt - FLEX JUST CRUSHED JACK SAVAGE WITH THE METEORA!!!

Flex dosen't have anything left as he just draps a arm over Jack and the ref counts the pin.

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[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson - Jack Savage has been eliminated!

Johnny - Unbelivable! Flex has survived every opponet that has come his way in this gauntlet match.

Matt - But we're not out of the woods just yet Johnny, we still got one more person left.

Heather Thompson - Introducing the final contender, Sheyanne Successful!

What Do You Say by Mickey Avalon begins to play through the P.A System as Sheyanne comes out of the curtains with her hands raised. She cheers herself out loud ignoring the mixed reaction as she jogs down the ring in excitement, waving her arms in the air. She slides into the ring and quickly jumps towards one of the turnbuckles, getting to the very top only to wave her arms again and cheer out loud, she jumps off the turnbuckle and begins to run across the ring, bouncing off the turnbuckles warming herself up.

Matt - There is no way that Flex can fight this girl with the beating he's already taken.

Johnny - Sheyanne Successful is a tough girl no matter if your in good shape or in bad shape she will fuck you up.

Matt - Look at poor Flex right now, he can barely stand!

Flex barely crawls over to the ropes and pulls them with all his might, leaning heavly on them, his face bloody as the ref removes the ladder that was standing in the ring. He looks at both competitors and calls for the bell.


Flex Johnson [vs.] Sheyanne Successful.

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Shey has a big smile on her face as she stalks Flex who looks like he was put though a ten round boxing match with a semi truck.

Johnny - Shey looking very confident right now.

Matt - Can you blame her? Flex can barely stand let alone walk, I mean the guy has hardly anything left in the tank.

Shey shoots in with a series of kicks which find there mark Flex covers up and takes a hard round house to the temple which drops him down, she drops down and covers him.


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Flex however kicks out.

Johnny - Flex is still fighting!

Matt - He's got alot of heart Johnny but one has to wonder if that will be enough.

Johnny - Well he's lasted up to this point.

Shey stays on him and locks in a chicken wing, pulling Flex back as far as she can go, however Flex manages to somehow pull himself to his feet and fling himself to the turnbuckle causing Shey to release the hold, Flex falls down and struggles to his feet while Shey pulls herself to the 2nd rope and waits for him to turn around, she leaps up and locks her legs around his neck and pulls on his arms as well.

Matt - Look at this painful submission hold.

Johnny - Shey loves applying all kinds of different holds on her opponets, wearing them down and breaking them apart is her way of fighting.

Flex struggles long and hard but somehow finds it in him to lift Shey while she is still holding onto him and powerbombs her back first into the ground, pinning her shoulders to the mat.

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Shey is forced to let go of the hold and she gets the shoulder up.

Johnny - I don't know how Flex did it but he managed to escape the hold.

Matt - But he's running out of ideas and energy, he needs to find out what it will take to beat this woman.

Shey rolls to her feet and charges towards Flex who barely stepsides and throws Shey towards the turnbuckle, she slams head first into the pad which causes her to stagger towards Flex who takes the moment to lift her on his shoulders and drops her with the Anywhere but Here!

Johnny - NO WAY!! Flex manages to hit the Anywhere but Here!

Matt - He's gonna retain, but I don't know if he has the power to cover her!

Johnny - Come on Flex you got this!

Both athletes lay out on the floor as Flex crawls over to where Shey is and drape a arm over her, the ref makes the count.

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Shey throws her shoulder up before the count of three and the crowd can't believe it.

Johnny - NO!!!

Matt - Shey is still in this!!

Shey and Flex crawl around as the ref looks on, counting both of them out.


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Flex makes it to the ropes and pulls himself up one rope at a time.

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Shey makes it to the ropes and pulls herself up, Flex does the same.

Johnny - My heart is pounding, this is just unreal.

Matt - Flex is like a machine, there is no stop in him whatsoever.

Flex and Shey run towards each other, Flex tries for a high jump kick which Shey ducks under, she waits for him to pull himself back to his feet, she moves in and pulls him to the center before leaping up and locking him the Modified Guillotine choke hold!

Matt - Shey with the UNSuccessful Escape!

Johnny - Center of the ring! No one has ever gotten out of this hold!

Matt - And with everything Flex has been through there's no way in hell he can get out!

Shey locks the hold as tight as she can, Flex's face can be seen turning from shades of beet red to blue, the ref kneels and checks Flex's hand as it tetters near the mat.

Matt - Look at Flex he's trying to fight out of the hold.

Johnny - He dosen't have the energy though, this is it for him.

Shey gives out a loud yell as she tightens the hold once more, Flex's face is nearly purple before his hand finally comes down to the mat and he lightly taps out, signally the submission.

Johnny - It's over, it's finally over!!

Matt - We have a new champion!

Heather Thompson - Here's your winner and new High Impact Champion Sheyanne Successful!

Johnny - You can't take ANYTHING away from Flex Johnson, I mean what a performance to have outlasted several other contenders and almost managed to defeat Sheyanne as well.

Matt - But once she locked in that Inescapable hold it was only a matter of time.

Johnny - Now we have a new champion, bow down to the High Impact Queen everyone.

Sheyanne snatchs the belt from the ref and prances around with her new belt while officals help Flex to the back, the camera centers on Shey showing off her new belt before the scene fades away.

The camera cuts to the back and shows a Macho Messiah sitting in his Locker room. Zack Roberts has a worried some what paranoid look on his face. He seems a bit jumpy. Sitting there glancing at the ground and tapping his feet. Obviously he's worried about something.

Connie
You seem off tonight. Whats wrong?

Macho Messiah
Did you not see that fucked up shit that happened last week. Blood everywhere some messed up Voodoo type shit. Some dark force's are stirring and it's not going to be some good days ahead. I just hope this was a invite and not a damn warning.

Connie looks worried. She walks towards him placing her hand upon his shoulder. With a smile and twinkle of her eye she tries to comfort Zack. He cracks a half smile but forcing it through just to appease her.

Connie
A Invite for what?

Connie looks puzzled for a moment not sure exactly what's going on. She removes her hand and leans forward to catch the eyes of Zack who hasn't made eye contact just yet. He stops tapping his feet and lets out a sigh before responding.

Macho Messiah
I don't know but hope whatever it is. Is a friend and not a foe.

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Heather Thompson - This next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Phoenix Championship! Introducing first from Seattle Washington, weighing in at 126lbs…MEGAN ANDREWS!

"Animals" by Nickleback starts plays, and the crowd stars booing. As they continue to boo, a single purple light glides to the middle of the entrance stage, sitting there as the chorus starts playing over the speakers. Once the chorus starts, Megan pushes the curtain away and walks onto the stage, smirking as she stands in the center of the purple spotlight. She leans forward, bending at her waist as she blows a kiss to everyone in the crowd, smirking as she straightens up and they continue to boo her. She begins to sashay down the entrance ramp, the smirk staying on her face as she got closer and closer to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Megan hops onto the ring apron and does a bit of light bouncing, getting herself psyched up a bit before stepping between the middle and top ropes, standing there for a moment to shake her ass before straightening up in the ring. As she walks around the ring with her arms raised in the air, Megan can be heard shouting, "I'm the Burning Star, bitches!" at the fans as they continue to boo her.

Heather Thompson - Introducing next from Evanston Wyoming, weighing in at 170lbs…DIANA LOGAN!

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” 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. 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.

Heather Thompson - Introducing last from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 120lbs, she is your Phoenix Champion…Blyss Lockhart!

The arena dims and as the music starts, lights start flashing on and off like crazy all over the place until the vocals kick in and the lights go to normal with Blyss popping out of the curtains and jogging down the ramp. She yells at the crowd to get them pumped and hops onto the apron, hanging off the rope with one hand as she poses for the crowd/camera. Then she jumps over the ropes and runs up the turnbuckle, bending down and then slowly straightens herself just as the music screams “I won’t bow to weakness!” She smiles and poses before jumping back down and waits for her opponent.



IWF PhoenixChampionship
Triple Threat Match
Blyss Lockhart [vs.] Megan Andrews[vs.] Diana Logan

[Ding Ding Ding!]

The match quickly starts off fast paced as Diana rushes Megan taking her down with a double leg takedown hailing down lefts and rights as Megan begins to dodge and try to ward off the attack.

Matt - Here WE…GOOOOO!!!

Johnny - Diana with VICIOUS punches!

Blyss watches in the corner of the turnbuckle with her right foot forward and left foot back in case she needed to spring into action quickly. Diana and Megan start to roll around pulling each other’s hair and punching like spastically.

Matt - Blyss Lockhart being wise here and biding her time.

Johnny - Blyss has been impressive in her young career.

Diana gets to her feet and continues to stomp away at Megan who rolls to the outside. Blyss sees her chance as Diana turns her attention towards Blyss. Charging out of the corner Blyss drops Diana with a clothesline and runs the ropes. Diana gets back up only to get knocked down again with another clothesline. Blyss hits Diana down once more and the crowd is charged up.

Blyss lifts up Diana to her feet by a handful of hair. Diana looks dazed as Blyss sends her into the corner. Running towards her and leaping high into the air Blyss hits a forearm smash to Diana’s jaw in the corner. The crowd booms as Blyss puts Diana in a headlock.

Matt - Blyss coming out on FIRE!

Running with Diana in a headlock position Blyss nails a bulldog on her opponent and then is quick to make the cover.

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KICK OUT!

Matt - CLOSE CALL!

Johnny - Diana almost lost it here. Blyss continues to impress.

Megan slides into the ring and rushes Blyss from behind hitting her with a double axe handle smash. Megan turns Blyss around and kicks her in the gut. With a quick fluid motion Megan drops Blyss onto the mat with a DDT.

Matt - Megan slides in and says…NOT SO FAST.

Johnny - That was a sweet lookin…DDT yeah…DDT.

Stomping at Blyss Megan brushes her hair out of her face before grabbing one of Blyss’ legs and locking in a half Boston crab. She wrenches down on the leg as Blyss winces in pain.

Matt - Half Boston crab locked in tight. Can Blyss make it to the ropes?

Blyss dives forward and uses all her might to grab hold of the bottom rope. Megan holds the lock for four seconds before dropping Blyss’ leg in anger. Kicking and stomping at the freshly worked on leg Megan lets her mean streak show through.

Matt - Blyss’ leg looks to be in bad shape and she’s obviously in pain here.

Johnny - She’s clutching onto it and Megan just won’t let up.

Suddenly Diana charges towards Megan and the two begin to exchange punches in the center of the ring. Diana snaps Megan back with a suplex. The ring thunders with the forceful impact. Megan somehow manages to leap up to her feet holding her back. Diana grabs hold of Megan and throws her up on her shoulders. Megan squirms free and counters with a beautiful hurricanrana that sends Diana Logan tumbling through the ropes to the outside.

Matt - She countered it!

Johnny - Megan has been so FAST tonight. Just on top of everything.

Matt - Usually I’d be setting you up for those jokes…

Johnny - Awkward…

Megan turns her attention back to Blyss who is struggling to get back to her feet holding onto that beaten up left leg. Pushing Blyss’ face with her palm Megan laughs as the crowd boos.

Johnny - OUT MY FACE…BATCH!

Curling her lip to the crowd Megan looks as if she could smell each and every one of them…it doesn’t smell good. Blyss tries to run towards Megan but her leg suddenly gives out. Laughing at her Megan kicks Blyss in the ribs causing her to roll over. She twirls her finger and grabs onto the injured leg of Blyss. Struggling and refusing to allow her to get the leg Blyss kicks Megan off of her with her right leg. Megan gets annoyed and grabs Blyss’ good leg proceeding to lock her into a sharpshooter.

Matt - ANIMALISTIC INSTINCTS!

Johnny - Heh…if I was to do go by those I’d tear off my…

Matt - BLYSS MIGHT TAP!

Blyss Lockhart holds her hair in her fists pulling down and biting down on her bottom lip trying to alleviate the pain in her leg. On the verge of tears Blyss refuses to quit. Pounding her fists on the mat and screaming in pain Blyss fights on.

Matt - Oh this is hard to watch.

Johnny - Blyss’ leg is just getting tweaked to no end.

Diana’s arms appear on the apron as she slides back into the ring and rushes towards Megan like an angry bull. Megan lets go of Blyss’ legs and springs from her crouched position. With full force she obliterates Diana with a diving crossbody. The smacking of their bodies thunders through the arena as the crowd goes berserk from the impact. Megan hooks the leg as the ref drops down.

Matt - SEEEXXXXYYY SQUUUAAAASSSHHHHH!!!

- 1 -

- 2 -

- 3 -

BLYSS BREAKS THE COUNT!!!

Johnny - SO CLOSE! Blyss giving everything she has to keep her belt.

All three women are down on the ground and Megan holds her stomach from the vicious impact with Diana. Blyss staggers to her feet and looks at Diana who is out in the ring. Struggling to climb up the turnbuckle Blyss balances herself using mostly one leg. She blows a kiss at Diana and the crowd gets on their feet. Cameras start to pop off like crazy.

Matt - She can’t be…

Blyss leaps from the top rope with most her weight on one leg. Flipping her body she smashes down on Diana hitting a perfect shooting star press. Blyss bounces and rolls from the impact.

Johnny - BLYZZRD!!!!!!!!!

Blyss gets up to her feet and Megan rushes towards her. She ducks Megan’s attack and pulls the top rope down causing Megan to fly to the outside. Diving onto Diana Blyss makes the cover.

- 1 -

- 2 -

- 3 -

PINFALL!!!

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Heather Thompson - Here is your winner and STILL the IWF Phoenix Champion…BLYSS LOCKHAAAARRRRTTTT!!!!!!!!!

Matt - Blyss looked great tonight overcoming a leg that was taking a ton of abuse from Megan.

Johnny - She’s got a bright future in this business that’s for sure.

Matt - She just keeps on winning. Blyss Lockhart is not just another beautiful lady but a competitor and someone not to be taken lightly.

Johnny - Future world champion?

Matt - Only time will tell if that’s true Johnny.

Blyss is celebrating her win on the way to the back when the lights flicker off. A few seconds later the lights come back on and we see Megan and Diana laying in the ring. Lying on each body is a blooming red lotus. Blyss looks on confused with a raised eyebrow.

Matt - We saw this last week. What is up with the red lotus'?

Johnny - Do I look like I know?

The lights flicker as the a demonic looking fox face is shown on the tron. The lights come back on and a Middle Eastern looking woman in a black and gold kimono stands staring down at the Phoenix Champion. After a few seconds she slides out of the ring and backs out through the crowd.

Matt - Who was that?

Johnny - Must be one of the new women. Based on the tron my guess is that we just had our first look at Kyuubi.

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The show comes back from commercial to show Johnny Electric and Matt Biggars, both of whom are sitting behind the announcer’s table

Johnny- Welcome back, folks! And have we got one hell of a match coming up next!

Matt- Match? We’ve got THREE HELLS OF THREE MATCHES coming up next!

Johnny- That’s right, Matt. Tim Patrick and Sean Libby, two men that used to be best friends and brothers in arms, have now turned into bitter rivals and are set to rip each other limb from limb in three matches designed for just that!

Matt- First off, we have a Barbed Wire Cage Match! Secondly, we have an Extreme Hell in a Cell match, and finally we have the Pyramid Cage match!

Johnny- These men will be locked in a variety of caged structures with no where to run and no where to hide over the course of this match so get ready to see the term “violence” get re-defined!

The camera pans over to show Heather Thompson, who is standing at the time keeper’s position

Heather Thompson- The following match is Stage One of the Three Stages of Hell Match and it is a Barbed Wire Cage match! Introducing first…

The camera pans around the arena then pyro explodes on the stage-

Here we go again!
Another night of being bummed
I keep to myself
Avoid society
Cancel plans with everyone

I know!
Cause this is how it always ends
Of all the ways you can't relate to anyone
To anything at all

The lights point down to the stage

You put your worst and I'm right here
Though I've seen it all,
Its never been so clear

Sean Libby jumps onto the stage and is met with both green and purple pyro simultaneously

Heather Thompson- From Framingham, Massachusetts.... Weighing in at 200lbs…Sean Libby

Johnny- Sean Libby has been extremely bitter since returning a little over a month ago, claiming that he is done being over looked by management and by the fans and that he is ready to force his way into the main event picture by any means possible!

Matt- I think he has a pretty good chance of doing just that, Johnny. Sean Libby has shown that, when the fire gets lit under his ass and he is ready to go to war, Sean Libby is one of the best that IWF has to offer!

Johnny- Not to mention that he is a proud IWF original!

Matt- Damn right he is!

Your not the person that I knew back then,
Its all too late to set things straight
Cause everything has been
Your not the person
That I knew back then
Let's try and act like this didn't happen
Follow your friends like you ever had them

Sean smiles down the ramp high fiving fans on his way down and waves his hands in the air

You still know me!
Still not cut out for this sort of thing
Never want to be, caught in between
I need constant reminders of everything
(So what?)
It's who I am
I played it off so well
I was holding in, no matter how I've been
So nobody, nobody can tell

Sean jumps into the ring and runs to the turnbuckle

You put your worst and I'm right here
Though I've seen it all,
Its never been so clear

Pyro explodes in Libby's face but when he does he backflips off the turnbuckle away from the pyro and gets set for his match

Heather Thompson- And his opponent…

The lights in the arena dim. "The Voice of Violence blasts through the PA system and this video begins to play on the big screens.



A spotlight shines in the crowd and searches for Tim Patrick, who is spotted in the crowd. He begins to make his way through the fans wearing a black IRA style balaclava mask, a flank jacket, black jeans, black gloves, and black wrestling boots. He makes his way to the guardrail and hops over it, sliding under the ring ropes. He climbs to the 2nd rope in the far side of the ring and raises his fist in the air.

Heather Thompson- From South Philadelphia, Pennsylvania…Weighing in at 230 Pounds…Tim Patrick!

Johnny- Tim Patrick is a nasty in ring competitor who has been a lightning rod of controversy here in IWF

Matt- I STILL get chills watching his entrance from the show we did in Ireland!

Johnny- Me too! Tim Patrick is a brutal brawler of a man who is always ready to bring the violence to whoever he is facing…

Matt- I hope Sean Libby is ready!

He hops down and removes his mask and jacket, looking directly into the eyes of his opponent, never blinking. The ref looks up and the camera pans towards the ceiling as a large steel cage is lowered down from the rafters. The camera zooms in to show that the top of the cage is covered in barbed wire. As soon as the cage is lowered, the ref turns and looks at the time keeper, nodding his head as he signals for the bell


3 Stages of Hell Match
Stage One: Barbed Wire Cage Match
Tim Patrick [vs.] Sean Libby

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Sean Libby and Tim Patrick both look around them for a moment, taking in the enormity of the steel cage with the barbed wire looming ominously above.

Johnny- This match is going to start off nasty and will probably break down into utter chaos before all is said and done!

Matt- These are two guys who aren’t afraid to crank up the intensity over the course of a match so be prepared to see things that you’ve never seen before, folks!

Sean Libby is the first one to come to his senses and draw his gaze down from the barbed wire and focus on Tim Patrick. Sean Libby sprints across the ring over to Tim Patrick. As soon as he gets within range, Sean Libby connects a number of leg kicks to Tim Patrick, forcing Tim Patrick to stagger back a few paces. Sean Libby suddenly lashes out, catching Tim Patrick in the gut with a big boot, doubling Tim Patrick over. Sean Libby then reaches out and Irish whips Tim Patrick across the ring. Tim Patrick runs across the ring and hits the ropes on the far side. Tim Patrick then comes running back towards Sean Libby.

As soon as Tim Patrick gets close enough, Sean Libby leaps into the air, looking for a spinning heel kick. However, Tim Patrick manages to duck under the move, causing Sean Libby to crash and burn into the canvas. Tim Patrick runs underneath Sean Libby and hits the ropes on the near side of the ring. Tim Patrick then comes running back towards Sean Libby, who is slowly getting to his feet. As soon as he gets close enough, Tim Patrick leaps into the air, looking to connect a Lou Thez press. However, Sean Libby manages to drop down at the last second and get his feet up, driving them into Tim Patrick’s chest and stomach. Sean Libby then thrusts his legs upwards, connecting with a monkey flip that sends Tim Patrick flying through the air and crashing down spine first into the canvas

Johnny- Exciting opening exchange between these two former friends!

Matt- And Sean Libby manages to come out in the driver’s seat!

Sean Libby quickly runs to the ropes as Tim Patrick slowly begins to fight his way back up to a vertical base. As soon as he gets close enough, Sean Libby leaps into the air and lands on the second turnbuckle. Sean Libby then springs himself backwards, landing on his hands near Tim Patrick, who is almost fully standing. Sean Libby then launches himself backwards, executing a back handspring. As soon as he gets to his feet, Sean Libby then leaps backwards and drives his elbow into the upper body of Tim Patrick, who managed to get to a vertical base just as Sean Libby threw himself backwards. Both men, once again, go crashing down to the canvas

Johnny- We’re seeing some face paced, high flying offense here from the always entertaining Sean Libby

Matt- Like he’s been saying for weeks, Sean Libby is sick of being over looked and is ready to cement his name in IWF history!

Sean Libby reaches out and hooks Tim Patrick’s leg, looking for a pin, as the ref drops down and counts

-1-

Tim Patrick immediately kicks out as soon as the ref’s hand hits the canvas

Johnny- Barely one!

Matt- It’s going to take a hell of a lot more than a few flashy moves to put down Tim Patrick!

Sean Libby gets to his feet and looks down at Tim Patrick, who is groggy but is trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. Sean Libby turns and runs to the ropes. Sean Libby this the ropes and comes running back towards Tim Patrick, who has managed to get to his feet. As soon as he gets close enough, Sean Libby leaps into the air and lands on Tim Patrick’s shoulders. Sean Libby goes to throw himself backwards, looking to connect a hurricanranna. However, Tim Patrick manages to grab Sean Libby’s legs and falls forward, driving Sean Libby down to the canvas with a fall powerbomb

Johnny- Excellent counter by the wily veteran, Tim Patrick

Matt- But can he capitalize?!

Tim Patrick slowly gets up, massaging his jaw a bit, as he turns his attention to Sean Libby. Tim Patrick stomps down on Sean Libby’s legs, making sure to pay extra close attention and inflict more damage on Sean Libby’s knees and ankles. Tim Patrick leans down and forces Sean Libby up to his feet. Tim Patrick spins Sean Libby around so Sean Libby’s back is facing Tim Patrick. Tim Patrick then lunges forward and delivers a chop block to the back of Sean Libby’s right knee, forcing Sean Libby to drop down to one knee in pain. Tim Patrick then hooks Sean Libby’s head and drives Sean Libby face first into the canvas

Johnny- Nice strategy there by Tim Patrick

Matt- Tim Patrick knows that if he can ground the high flying Sean Libby, he can gain the upper hand in this match

Tim Patrick gets to his feet and stomps down on Sean Libby’s legs a bit more before leaning down and dragging Sean Libby up to his feet. Tim Patrick reaches out and grabs Sean Libby behind the back of Sean Libby’s head with one hand and the back of Sean Libby’s trunks with the other hand. Tim Patrick then runs Sean Libby across the ring and throws Sean Libby like a battering ram, face first into the steel cage. Sean Libby’s face gets driven into the chain links and Sean Libby slumps down, his upper body hanging on the second rope

Johnny- Tim Patrick is the first man to utilize the steel cage as a weapon!

Matt- As if there was ever any doubt!

Tim Patrick reaches out and grabs the top rope with both hands while, at the same time, placing his right boot on the back of Sean Libby’s shoulders. Tim Patrick then leaps into the air, using the top rope as a spring. Tim Patrick then comes crashing down, driving his boot right into the back of Sean Libby’s shoulders, causing the air to forcibly be driven from Sean Libby’s lungs. Sean Libby slumps down to the canvas, clutching his throat

Johnny- First he attacks the legs and ankles, then he manages to take Sean Libby’s breath away, Tim Patrick is physically dissecting Sean Libby right now!

Matt- And he hasn’t even gone for a pin fall attempt yet! Tim Patrick is just looking to inflict physical punishment on Sean Libby right now!

Tim Patrick leans down and grabs Sean Libby by the wrist. Tim Patrick then drags Sean Libby over to the corner turnbuckle and props Sean Libby up in the seated position. Tim Patrick then grabs the top rope with both hands and begins to stomp down on Sean Libby as the crowd chants along each time Tim Patrick’s boot connects with Sean Libby’s chest

“1!”
“2!”
“3!”
“4!”
“5!”
“6!”
“7!”
“8!”
“9!”

Tim Patrick pauses for a moment before driving his boot into Sean Libby’s chest for the 10th time. Tim Patrick leans down and flicks Sean Libby off with both fingers before lashing out and driving his boot into Sean Libby’s chest

“10!”

Tim Patrick then grabs Sean Libby and drags Sean Libby away from the corner turnbuckle before dropping down and hooking Sean Libby’s legs as the ref counts

-1-

-2…

Sean Libby manages to kick out as soon as the ref’s hand hits the canvas to count 2

Johnny- Somehow Sean Libby manages to kick out after taking a beating!

Matt- Sean Libby is resilient and, like I said earlier, when he is motivated and is prepared to go to war, there is nothing Sean Libby can’t do!

Tim Patrick gets to his feet and, once again, stomps down on Sean Libby’s legs, specifically targeting Sean Libby’s knees. Tim Patrick then leans down and drags Sean Libby up to his feet. Tim Patrick grabs Sean Libby and Irish whips Sean Libby to the ropes. Sean Libby hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and comes rebounding back towards Tim Patrick. As soon as Sean Libby gets close enough, Tim Patrick reaches out and hoists Sean Libby up into the air, holding Sean Libby aloft in the military press position. As Tim Patrick holds him aloft, Sean Libby begins to wiggle and squirm, causing Tim Patrick to lose his grip on Sean Libby. Sean Libby slides down Tim Patrick’s back and lands on his feet. Sean Libby then drops down and sweeps Tim Patrick’s legs, causing Tim Patrick slam down to the canvas. Sean Libby then stands up straight, turns his back to Tim Patrick, and then throws himself backwards, executing a standing moonsault

Johnny- ColdSault!

Matt- Out of nowhere!

Sean Libby comes crashing down on Tim Patrick’s upper body, driving his full body weight into the chest of Tim Patrick. Sean Libby quickly gets to his feet and runs to the ring ropes as Tim Patrick tries to slowly push himself up to one knee. Sean Libby hits the ropes and comes running back towards Tim Patrick, who has successfully pushed himself up to one knee. As soon as he gets close enough, Sean Libby launches himself into the air and lands in the seated position on Tim Patrick’s shoulders. Sean Libby then throws himself backwards and drives Tim Patrick skull first into the canvas

Johnny- Hurricanranna DDT!

Matt- It’s been awhile since we’ve seen anyone bust that move out!!!

Sean Libby drops down and hooks Tim Patrick’s legs as the ref counts

-1-

-2-

Tim Patrick manages to kick out

Johnny- Only two!

Matt- Sean Libby needs to pick up the pace here!

Sean Libby gets to his feet, leans down, and drags Tim Patrick up to a vertical stance. Sean Libby then grabs Tim Patrick and goes to Irish whip Tim Patrick to the ring ropes but Tim Patrick reverses the momentum and, instead, sends Sean Libby running across the ring. Sean Libby hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and comes running back towards Tim Patrick. As soon as Sean Libby gets close enough, Tim Patrick leans down, looking to connect a back body drop. However, Sean Libby throws himself into the air and dives over Tim Patrick, landing on his feet behind Tim Patrick. Tim Patrick stands up and turns around as Sean Libby lashes out, looking to connect a superkick to the jaw of Tim Patrick. However, Tim Patrick manages to catch Sean Libby’s foot at the last second.

Johnny- Sean Libby went for that LIBBEH Shot

Matt- But Tim Patrick was ready for it!

Tim Patrick smirks as he shakes his head and mouths the words “not yet” to Sean Libby. Tim Patrick then throws Sean Libby’s foot aside. Instead of falling, Sean Libby manages to keep his balance and spin around 360 degrees on one foot. Sean Libby then drives his heel into the side of Tim Patrick’s head, connecting a dragon whip kick to Tim Patrick, causing Tim Patrick to stumble back a few paces to lean on the ring ropes. Sean Libby quickly gets to his feet and sprints full tilt at Tim Patrick. As soon as he gets close enough, Sean Libby leaps into the air and drives both his feet into the chest of Tim Patrick, crushing Tim Patrick between Sean Libby’s boots and the unforgiving steel cage

Johnny- Beautiful series of moves there by Sean Libby!

Matt- And now its Tim Patrick’s turn to taste the steel!

Both men go down to the canvas. However Sean Libby is the first man back up to his feet. Sean Libby leaps down and delivers a series of four stomps to the upper chest/throat area of Tim Patrick before leaping into the air and spinning around 360 degrees before he comes crashing down with both legs across the throat of Tim Patrick with a spinning double leg drop. Sean Libby doesn’t go for the pin though…

Instead, Sean Libby leaps to his feet and runs over to the ring ropes. Sean Libby casts one last wary glance backwards at Tim Patrick’s motionless form in the center of the ring before turning his attention back to the steel cage. Sean Libby reaches out and, using the ropes for leverage, Sean Libby begins to climb up the steel cage wall.

Johnny- What the hell is Sean Libby hoping to accomplish by climbing the cage?!

Matt- LIBBEH! THERE IS NOTHING BUT BARBED WIRE UP THERE!!!

Sean Libby climbs three quarters of the way up the steel cage before stopping and briefly casting a look behind him at Tim Patrick, who is beginning to stir slightly. Sean Libby then slowly positions his feet so that they are right by his hands and his body is coiled up. Sean Libby then releases his grip on the cage while simultaneously pushing off with his legs. Sean Libby executes a full moonsault in mid-air as he looks to come crashing down onto the chest of Tim Patrick with a moonsault double knee drop. However, Tim Patrick manages to move out of the way at the last second and roll up to his feet as soon as Sean Libby’s knees smash into the canvas. Tim Patrick wastes no time and, as soon as Sean Libby’s knees hit the canvas, Tim Patrick lashes out, connecting a vicious head kick to the skull of Sean Libby, causing Sean Libby to slump over in a heap

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

Johnny- THAT WAS…JUST…WOAH!!!!

Matt- DEAD! LIBBY HAS TO BE DEAD!

Tim Patrick drops down and hooks both of Sean Libby’s legs as the ref counts

-1-



-2-




-3…



Sean Libby manages to kick out somehow at the very last second

Johnny- THAT’S IT!

Matt- NO! LIBBY MANAGED TO KICK OUT!

Johnny- Somehow, some way, Sean Libby manages to kick out after crashing and burning into the canvas then nearly having his head caved in by Tim Patrick!

Tim Patrick slowly sits up, a look of complete and utter disbelief on his face. Tim Patrick shakes his head as he begins to stand up, just completely and totally baffled. Tim Patrick reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair and begins to scream at himself as frustration combines with anger as he takes a few steps backwards, measuring Sean Libby

Johnny- Uh oh…

Matt- I think Tim Patrick might be going in for the kill here…

Tim Patrick stomps down on the canvas, basically pleading with Sean Libby to get to his feet. Slowly, ever so slowly, Sean Libby begins to push himself up to his hands and knees first, but then, after a few moments, Sean Libby begins to stand. As soon as Sean Libby manages to get to his feet, Tim Patrick rushes across the ring at a full sprint. As soon as he gets close enough, Tim Patrick leaps into the air, looking to connect The Detonator. However, Sean Libby manages to drop down to the canvas, causing Tim Patrick to go sailing over Sean Libby’s head.

Johnny- Sean Libby manages to avoid The Detonator!

Matt- BARELY!

Tim Patrick manages to roll through the botched attempted Detonator and rolls up to his feet. Tim Patrick turns and runs back at Sean Libby, who is once again vertical. However, as soon as Tim Patrick gets close enough, Sean Libby suddenly lashes out, catching Tim Patrick off guard with a massive superkick that causes Tim Patrick’s entire body to go rigid for a moment before Tim Patrick falls backwards, landing spine first on the canvas

Johnny- LIBBEH SHOT!

Matt- Tim Patrick COULD BE OUT COLD!

Sean Libby drops down on top of Tim Patrick’s fallen form as the ref counts

-1-

-2-

-3-

The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Sean Libby has won the first fall!

Johnny- Sean Libby manages to get out to an early 1-0 lead in this 3 Stages of Hell match!

Matt- He might’ve won the first match, but the second match promises to take things to a whole new level of crazy!

As if on cue, the barbed wire steel cage is lifted up into the rafters. As soon as the steel cage is clear of the ring, a Hell in a Cell structure is lowered down from above. The camera zooms in on a number of weapons ranging from steel chairs and nightsticks to cheese graters and even a taser!

Johnny- Away with the old and in with the new, as the old saying goes!

Matt- The Extreme Hell in a Cell structure is set, the weapons are in place, and at least one competitor is moving! I’d say we were good for match number two!

The ref checks with the stage hands to make sure the Hell in a Cell structure is set before calling for the bell


3 Stages of Hell Match
Stage Two: Extreme Hell in a Cell Match
Tim Patrick [vs.] Sean Libby

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Sean Libby slowly gets to his feet and looks around the inside of the Hell in a Cell at the wide variety of weapons attached to the walls of the cell. Sean Libby walks over to the ropes, drops down, and rolls outside of the ring. Sean Libby walks over and grabs a steel chair and rips it down from the wall of the cell. Sean Libby, wielding the chair, then turns and slides back into the ring.

Johnny- Sean Libby has a steel chair

Matt- And he looks like he has evil intentions in mind for Tim Patrick!

Sean Libby walks over to where Tim Patrick is still lying, motionless, in the center of the ring. Sean Libby leans down and yells at Tim Patrick

Sean Libby
YOU’RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!

Sean Libby then stands up, cocks the chair back, and brings it crashing down across the upper body and face of Tim Patrick. Sean Libby raises the chair up a second time and bashes Tim Patrick with it. Sean Libby then tosses the chair aside, drops down, and attempts to pin Tim Patrick as the ref counts

-1-


-2-

Tim Patrick manages to kick out

Johnny- We knew this match would be personal, folks

Matt- And we also knew that Sean Libby would do anything to win…including trying to get a quick pin fall on a seemingly still struggling Tim Patrick!

Sean Libby gets to his feet and looks out at the fans. A majority of the fans are still cheering and applauding Sean Libby…however some are boo’ing him. Sean Libby smirks, soaking in the cheers of the majority for a moment, before turning and walking over to the ring ropes. Sean Libby drops down and, once again, rolls outside of the ring. This time, Sean Libby walks over and takes a ladder down from the side of the cell wall. Sean Libby slides the ladder into the ring before climbing into the ring as well

Johnny- Now Libby has a ladder!

Matt- What’s he planning?!

Sean Libby leans down and grabs the ladder. Sean Libby sets the ladder up so the ladder is leaning on the nearest corner turnbuckle. Sean Libby then turns his attention back to Tim Patrick, who is slowly starting to pull himself together in the center of the ring. Sean Libby walks over to Tim Patrick and stomps down on Tim Patrick a few times. Sean Libby then leans down and basically drags Tim Patrick over to where the ladder is set up in the corner. Sean Libby bashes Tim Patrick’s skull into the lowest rung of the ladder twice before forcing Tim Patrick up to a vertical base. Sean Libby then positions Tim Patrick so Tim Patrick is laying flat against the ladder facing the center of the ring

Johnny- I think I know what Sean Libby has in mind here…

Matt- He’s thinking it’s time for a Timmy Sandwich on steel!

Sean Libby smirks slightly as he backs all the way across the ring. Sean Libby targets Tim Patrick before sprinting out of the corner turnbuckle opposite the ladder, running top speed at Tim Patrick. As soon as he gets close enough, Sean Libby launches himself into the air, looking to connect a cross body block on Tim Patrick and to drive Tim Patrick spine first into the ladder. However, Tim Patrick manages to drop down at the last second, causing Sean Libby to crash chest first into the cold steel of the ladder.

Sean Libby connects sternum first with the ladder and, because of the force of the blow and the fact that the ladder is resting on two of the top ropes, Sean Libby gets catapulted back into the ring, somehow landing on his feet, albeit very groggily. Tim Patrick immediately hooks Sean Libby’s head in the bulldog position. However, instead of leaping into the air, Tim Patrick dives forward, connecting a bulldog DDT on Sean Libby, driving Sean Libby face first into the steel chair that was lying nearby

Johnny- TIMMY JUST BUSTED LIBBY WIDE OPEN!

Matt- Sean Libby is bleeding, folks! No doubt about that!

A pool of blood can be seen seeping slowly out from under the steel chair as both Tim Patrick and Sean Libby lie motionless in the ring. Both men are breathing heavily and both clearly have had a lot taken out of them. The ref checks on both men as the camera zooms in on Tim Patrick first, who is trying to shove the ref away and use the ropes to haul himself up to his feet, then on Sean Libby, who is lying motionless in a pool of his own blood

Johnny- We knew it was going to get violent, we knew we would see blood…

Matt-…We also knew it was just a matter of time!

Tim Patrick has that frustrated/angry/fired up look dancing across his features as he manages to get to his feet. Tim Patrick rolls outside of the ring and grabs a second steel chair down from the wall of the cell before he rolls back into the ring. Tim Patrick sets the second chair aside for the moment and walks over to Sean Libby. Tim Patrick leans down and grabs Sean Libby. Tim Patrick drags Sean Libby over to the ladder, opens the ladder up, throws Sean Libby inside, and then closes the ladder, trapping Sean Libby inside the ladder. Tim Patrick then walks over and grabs the steel chair. Tim Patrick holds the steel chair high overhead as the fans all begin to cheer in anticipation

Johnny- Tim Patrick looking to continue his onslaught here

Matt- Tim Patrick is in his element. We’re talking about a guy who could not be happier than when he is surrounded by steel fencing and weapons!

Tim Patrick walks over to where Sean Libby is trapped between the two halves of the ladder. Tim Patrick then lashes out, bashing the steel chair into the ladder once…twice…thrice….four times! After each blow, Sean Libby lets out a yelp of pain, which only serves to fuel Tim Patrick’s barrage of chair shots

Johnny- Tim Patrick is swinging that chair like a man possessed!

Matt- It’s like Tim Patrick is in a whole other world right now! That man is a whirlwind of destruction!

Tim Patrick hits the ladder one more time for good measure with the steel chair before throwing the chair out of the ring. The chair smashes into the fencing of the wall of the cell and lands noisily on the ringside mats. Tim Patrick then walks over and opens the ladder, allowing Sean Libby to slump out from between the ladder into a heap on the canvas. Tim Patrick drops down and hooks one of Sean Libby’s legs as the ref counts

-1-


-2-


-3…

Sean Libby manages to kick out

Johnny- I thought we were already moving on for a second there!

Matt- Sean Libby manages to somehow kick out after that chair wielding assault by Tim Patrick!

Tim Patrick gets to his feet, a sadistic smile dancing across his features, as he looks out at the wall of the cell and spies a table wrapped in barbed wire. Tim Patrick walks over to the ropes and ducks out of the ring. Tim Patrick grabs the barbed wire wrapped table and throws it into the ring. Tim Patrick then grabs the taser down from the wall of the cell, as well as a cheese grater and a staple gun. Tim Patrick tosses all the items into the ring before climbing up onto the apron and ducking back into the ring

Johnny- I’ve always wondered who the fuck picks the weapons for these kinds of matches

Matt- I always thought that Death-Angel was responsible for doing that?

Johnny- That….actually makes a lot of sense and explains a number of things

Tim Patrick walks over and grabs the staple gun first. Tim Patrick picks the staple gun up and then turns and walks over to where Sean Libby is lying. Tim Patrick grabs Sean Libby by the hair and forces Sean Libby into the sitting position. Tim Patrick holds the staple gun up in the air and lets out scream as the fans all chant at him

“DO IT!”
“DO IT!”
“DO IT!”
“DO IT!”

Tim Patrick lowers the staple gun and pushes it flush against Sean Libby’s forehead. Tim Patrick then shoots the staple gun, unloading a staple right into the forehead of Sean Libby, causing Sean Libby to scream out in pain. Tim Patrick shoots the staple gun a second time…and then a third time…lodging three staples into the forehead of Sean Libby. Tim Patrick tosses the staple gun aside, hooks Sean Libby’s head, and DDT’s Sean Libby skull first into the canvas

Johnny- Tim Patrick is on a fucking roll!

Matt- Sean Libby needs to do something and QUICK if he wants to stay in this match!

Tim Patrick grabs Sean Libby’s leg and goes for the pin as the ref counts

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-2-







-3…





Sean Libby barely gets his shoulder up a second time to beat the three count

Johnny- How the hell did Sean Libby just beat that 3 count?!

Matt- I have no idea, but I have a new found respect for Sean Libby after enduring all this punishment at the hands of Tim Patrick!

Tim Patrick gets to his feet and shrugs his shoulders, seemingly completely un-phased by Sean Libby’s ability to keep kicking out. Tim Patrick walks over and grabs the barbed wire wrapped table. Tim Patrick hauls the table over to a different corner turnbuckle and sets the table up. While Tim Patrick is setting the table up, Sean Libby manages to drag himself over to where the taser is lying in the ring. Sean Libby puts the taser under him and pretends to still be completely unconscious

Johnny- Did you see that?!

Matt- Sean Libby has the taser and Tim Patrick has no idea!

Tim Patrick finishes setting up the barbed wire wrapped table and then turns his attention back to the seemingly out cold Sean Libby. Tim Patrick walks over to where Sean Libby is lying and leans down, looking to pull Sean Libby up to his feet. As soon as Tim Patrick is just about to lay hands on Sean Libby, Sean Libby suddenly springs to action. Sean Libby whips out the taser and stabs Tim Patrick right in the arm with it, delivering a massive electrical shock through the body of Tim Patrick, causing Tim Patrick to be to jerk and twitch violently.

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

Sean Libby lets Tim Patrick jerk and twitch for a few moments before releasing his hold on the trigger, causing Tim Patrick to crash down to the canvas, still occasionally twitching. Sean Libby throws the taser to the side, reaches up, and wipes some of the blood from his eyes as he slowly begins to push himself up to his feet. Sean Libby places his bloody hand on the canvas as he pushes himself up to feet and, when Sean Libby removes his hand, you can see a bloody hand print imprinted clearly on the canvas

Johnny- Sean Libby looks like a creature from a nightmare right now!

Matt- The happy, dancing and singing Sean Libby is dead and gone….the new, “kicks ass and takes names” Sean Libby is has arrived here in IWF!

Sean Libby walks over and grabs the single steel chair that is left in the ring. Sean Libby motions for Tim Patrick to get to his feet, blood caked heavily on Sean Libby’s features. Tim Patrick slowly begins to push himself up as Sean Libby motions frantically for Tim Patrick to stand. As soon as Tim Patrick manages to push himself up to his feet, Sean Libby throws the chair at Tim Patrick. However, instead of doing damage, Tim Patrick manages to catch the chair. As soon as Tim Patrick catches the chair, Sean Libby lunges forward and lashes out, connecting a superkick that drives the steel chair right into Tim Patrick’s face and busts Tim Patrick wide open

Johnny- A SECOND LIBBEH SHOT!

Matt- NOW BOTH MEN ARE BLEEDING!

Sean Libby collapses to the ground, completely exhausted. Slowly…almost painstakingly… Sean Libby manages to crawl arm over arm, over to where Tim Patrick is lying, Sean Libby drapes his arm across Tim Patrick’s chest as the ref begins to count


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-2-





-3…



Tim Patrick manages to kick out

Johnny- Timmy defies the odds!

Matt- Yes! I was hoping this match would continue!

Sean Libby shakes his head, clearly disappointed and exhausted. Both men just lay in a heap for a few minutes, both covered in blood and both nearly exhausted. After a few moments, Sean Libby begins to crawl towards the ropes while Tim Patrick manages to roll over onto his stomach in an attempt to push himself up onto his hands and knees

Johnny- These men have thrown everything at each other except for the kitchen sink!

Matt- Don’t say that….because I see a kitchen sink attached to the wall of the cell somehow!!!

Both Sean Libby and Tim Patrick manage to get to their feet at basically the same time. Sean Libby runs at Tim Patrick and leaps into the air. Sean Libby lands with both his legs around Tim Patrick’s stomach. Sean Libby then boosts himself into the air, looking to connect a wheelbarrow bulldog. However, Tim Patrick manages to turn Sean Libby around and throw Sean Libby forward, causing Sean Libby to land face first on the barbed wire table.

Johnny- Sean Libby is on the table!

Matt- His face ingrained in that barbed wire!

Tim Patrick quickly takes a few steps backwards and pauses for a moment, measuring Sean Libby. Tim Patrick then charges forward. As soon as he gets close enough, Tim Patrick leaps into the air and connects a high speed spinning heel kick to the back of Sean Libby’s head and upper body, causing the table to snap in half

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

Johnny- HOLY SHIT IS RIGHT! TIMMY JUST SNAPPED LIBBY IN HALF THEN DROVE HIM THROUGH A BARBED WIRE WRAPPED TABLE!

Matt- THERE IS NO WAY LIBBY SURVIVED THAT!

Somewhere in the wreckage of barbed wire, flesh, and wood, the ref sees that Tim Patrick has managed to land on top of Sean Libby and has Sean Libby’s shoulders pinned to the canvas. The ref gets a safe distance away from the barbed wire and counts

-1-

-2-

-3-

The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Tim Patrick has won the second fall!

Johnny- Fucking right he did!

Matt- He damn near killed Sean Libby to do it too!

All of a sudden, lights begin to flash all around as a second and third cage are lowered from the ceiling and placed on top of the Hell in a Cell structure, creating the pyramid cage. The ref checks with the technicians to make sure everything is secured before calling for the bell


3 Stages of Hell Match
Stage Three: Pyramid Cage Match
Tim Patrick [vs.] Sean Libby

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

The ref looks at the two mangled bodies covered in their own and each other’s blood lying amidst the wreckage of a barbed wire table and just shakes his head.

Johnny- Both of these men are damn near dead from exhaustion and from the brutal beat down they have put their bodies through here tonight

Matt- But this series is tied at one match a piece! We must have a winner!

Johnny- I’m just now receiving word that in order to win this match…

The camera pans over to show Johnny Electric’s face, which suddenly drains of color

Matt- What?!

Johnny- In order to win this match, one man must throw his opponent off the top of the top of the pyramid!

Matt- SOMEONE’S GONNA DIE TONIGHT FOLKS, LIVE ON IWF PPV!!!!

Slowly and gingerly, Tim Patrick manages to extract himself from amidst the wreckage of the barbed wire table. Covered in blood with dozens of shallow cuts all over his body from the barbed wire, Tim Patrick manages to somehow summon the strength to stand on his own two feet in the middle of the ring

Johnny- Predictably, Tim Patrick is the first man to extract himself from that carnage of barbed wire, wood, and flesh!

Matt- Very descriptive, Johnny

Johnny- Thanks

Tim Patrick walks over to where the ladder is leaning in the corner turnbuckle. Tim Patrick grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Slowly, Tim Patrick begins to drag himself up the ladder, pain etched deeply into his features as he hauls his body up wrung after wrung. Tim Patrick soon reaches the top of the ladder, reaches out, and flips open the door to the second tier.

Johnny- Tim Patrick is in a race against himself! There is no way Sean Libby is even alive, never mind going to stop him!

Matt- Uh…Johnny…

Tim Patrick manages to pull himself up to the second cage. Meanwhile, something begins to stir in the remnants of the broken, barbed wire wrapped table. Slowly, coated in blood, his face almost unrecognizable, Sean Libby crawls out and begins to drag himself towards the ladder in the center of the ring

Johnny- IT’S LIBBY!

Matt- HE’S ALIVE!!!

Tim Patrick lays in the second cage for a moment, his eyes shut as he focuses on just breathing, completely unaware that Sean Libby has managed to extract himself from the wreckage. Sean Libby crawls over to the ladder and begins to agonizingly pull himself up the ladder towards the second tier

Johnny- Tim Patrick doesn’t even know Sean Libby is coming!

Matt- HOW ARE EITHER OF THESE GUYS STILL BREATHING?!

Tim Patrick rolls over and opens his eyes…and sees that Sean Libby is basically halfway up the ladder. Tim Patrick suddenly pushes himself up to his hands and knees first, and then up to his feet, a look of complete disbelief on his face. Still, Sean Libby perseveres, climbing hand over hand up the ladder. Tim Patrick gets to his feet and looks around the second, weapon filled cell. Tim Patrick walks over and grabs a kendo stick, his gaze still riveted on Sean Libby

Johnny- Tim Patrick has acquired a kendo stick

Matt- Let the South Philly beatings begin!

Sean Libby manages to get to the top of the ladder and pulls himself halfway up into the second cell when Tim Patrick strikes. Tim Patrick rushes across the cell and begins raining blows down across the back of Sean Libby’s shoulders, mercilessly unleashing his crazed fury on Sean Libby’s back. Sean Libby struggles to maintain his grasp and, somehow, manages to summon up the strength to pull himself up into the second cell, despite being beaten and abused by Tim Patrick

Johnny- Sean Libby manages to get into the second cell!

Matt- Both men are in the second cell….all that’s left is for someone to go for a ride off the top!

Tim Patrick tosses the kendo stick aside and looks down at Sean Libby, who is writhing in pain. Tim Patrick smiles wickedly before turning and walking over to where a table is seen hanging on the wall of the cell. Tim Patrick grabs the table and rips it down off its mounts. Tim Patrick then sets the table up so that the table is leaning on the wall of the second cell leading out onto the top of the Hell in a Cell structure.

Johnny- Oh dear God…another table

Matt- Sean Libby is in serious trouble here, Johnny

Tim Patrick then turns and walks over to where Sean Libby is lying completely motionless on the floor of the second cage. Tim Patrick leans down and drags Sean Libby up to his feet. Tim Patrick delivers a few forearm shots to the head of Sean Libby before dragging Sean Libby over to the table and propping Sean Libby up in the standing position, leaning against the table. Tim Patrick then turns and walks across the cell, targeting the prone Sean Libby.

Johnny- Uh oh…

Matt- Sean Libby might be going through a SECOND table here…

Tim Patrick charges across the inside of the second cell. As soon as he gets close enough, Tim Patrick leaps into the air, aiming to connect a high speed spinning heel kick. However, Sean Libby manages to drop down at the last second, causing Tim Patrick to crash through the table and through the wall of the second cell, spilling out onto the roof of the Hell in a Cell structure

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

Johnny- DID YOU SEE THAT?!

Matt- HOLY SHIT!!!!

Both competitors remain motionless, Sean Libby inside of the second cell and Tim Patrick outside the second cell on the roof of the Hell in a Cell structure. The camera pans around to show fans of all ages standing up and cheering on both competitors, well aware that they are seeing an amazing match.

Johnny- These fans are witnessing one hell of a match!

Matt- That’s for damn sure!!!

Slowly, Sean Libby manages to pull himself up to his feet, wobbling slightly as he looks out at Tim Patrick, lying in the wreckage of the table. Sean Libby walks through the side of the second cell and smiles crazily, dried blood cracking on his face, giving his smile a demon-like quality. Sean Libby raises his right leg…and then stomps down. Sean Libby stomps his leg a second time as the fans begin to clap

Johnny- What is Sean Libby doing?

Matt- It looks like he’s getting ready to pour Tim Patrick another LIBBEH Shot!

Slowly, Tim Patrick begins to pull himself up to his feet as Sean Libby continues to stomp while the fans clap along after each time Sean Libby stomps his foot. Tim Patrick manages to get to his feet fully, extracting himself from the pieces of table. Sean Libby then lunges forward, looking to connect a superkick on Tim Patrick. Tim Patrick manages to duck under the kick attempt, causing Sean Libby to sail past Tim Patrick and teeter dangerously on the top of the cage. Tim Patrick gets to his feet behind Sean Libby. At the same time, Sean Libby turns around….and is met with a massive superkick that catches him right underneath the chin

Johnny- Tim Patrick JUST DRILLED Sean Libby WITH A LIBBEH SHOT!

Matt- TTTTTIIIIMMMMBBBBEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sean Libby’s entire body goes rigid from the force of the kick. Sean Libby then falls backwards….right off the top of the cell! Sean Libby goes sailing through the air and goes crashing through the announcer’s table as Tim Patrick collapses in a heap on top of the Hell in a Cell structure. Inside the ring below, the ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Tim Patrick!!

Johnny- What an absolutely INSANE match between these two fierce competitors!

Matt- So many highlight moments! Not to mention that we might’ve just witnessed the death of Sean Libby live on IWF Pay Per View!!!

Medical personal come running out from the back and around the outside of the Hell in a Cell structure to begin tending to Sean Libby. Meanwhile, on top of the cell, the camera focuses in on Tim Patrick, who has managed to pull himself up to his knees. Tim Patrick basks in the cheers from the crowd, wiping a bit of blood from his eyes. Tim Patrick then holds one clenched fist up into the air, eliciting a massive cheer from the fans

Johnny- Tim Patrick earned this victory in blood!

Matt- In the end, Tim Patrick pulls a page out of Sean Libby’s book and steals Sean Libby’s finisher to seal the victory!

The camera continues to focus in on Tim Patrick for a moment before slowly fading to commercial

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#BecauseItsTheCup

#GOGOBLACKANDGOLD

#DontPokeTheBear

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The show comes back from commercial to show the Isolation Chamber looming large around the ring. Lights flash and highlight the features and cells inside of the Isolation Chamber. Heather Thompson stands outside of the Isolation Chamber, a microphone in her hand

Heather Thompson- The following Isolation Chamber match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

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 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- Introducing first…From Los Angeles, California…Weighing in at 265 Pounds…Alexander Remington!

Johnny- Notice something, Matt?

Matt- Alexander Remington’s hair looks great?

Johnny- Nope…Alexander Remington is missing his shadow

Matt- Who?

Johnny- Corey Casey…who is conspicuous by his absence!

Matt- Doesn’t matter. CC knows that Alexander Remington is going to come out here and get the job done against Gordon Fury!

Johnny- Alexander Remington has been dicey at best since his return. We will see if he can handle the might of a fully charged Gordon Fury!

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 Isolation Chamber. Slowly stepping onto the stairs leading up to the ring, 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 arms high into the air, scoffing at his detractors as he hops off the turnbuckles and leans his back against them, awaiting the match to begin.

Heather Thompson- And his opponent…

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, his head low so to not show his face. 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 slaps hands with the fans on his way down the ramp, constantly on the move, going to both sides of the ramp.

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

Gordon gets to the ring and climbs the ring steps. Gordon Fury suddenly leaps over the top of the ramp and charges straight at Alexander Remington. Before Alexander Remington can even react, Gordon Fury hoists Alexander Remington up onto his shoulders. The ref frantically calls for the bell


Isolation Chamber Match
Gordon Fury [vs.] Alexander Remington

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Gordon Fury tosses Alexander Remington up into the air. As Alexander Remington comes crashing down, Gordon Fury drives his knee into the back of Alexander Remington’s skull

Johnny- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! SKYFALL GUILLOTINE ALREADY?!?!

Matt- BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gordon Fury hooks both of Alexander Remington’s legs as the ref counts

-1-

-2-

-3-

The ref calls for the bell

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Heather Thompson- Here is your winner…Gordon Fury!

Gordon Fury hops off of Alexander Remington and takes a bow as the fans erupt in a loud chant aimed towards Alexander Remington

“YOU GOT FUCKED UP!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*
“YOU GOT FUCKED UP!”
*CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*

Gordon Fury smirks as he leans down and mockingly smiles at Alexander Remington and joins in the chant

Gordon Fury
You got fucked up…

Gordon Fury claps his hands in rhythm with the fans

Johnny- I’m just no receiving word that Gordon Fury just set an IWF Record!

Matt- BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Gordon Fury claps his hands together as he backs out of the ring and walks down the stairs of the Isolation Chamber. The camera zooms in on Alexander Remington, who is slowly realizing what is going on. Pure, unadulterated hatred, frustration, and rage is etched deeply into his features as the camera cuts back to show Gordon Fury posing at the top of the ramp for a moment before cutting to the back

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The camera cuts back to Corey Casey walking through the halls practically twitching with rage. His tie is loosened and his suit jacket is missing. While huffing and puffing his way through the backstage halls as Rick Christian appears in front of him cracking a smile.

Rick Christian
Well Corey I’d like to say that it is my PLEASURE…to relieve you of your duties as the chairman of the board.

Corey Casey
BUT….

Rick Christian
The board had an emergency meeting and voting directly after Alexander Remington’s embarrassing loss to Gordon Fury. Many board members were irate with the amount of money and invested interest you’ve placed within someone that apparently shows no interest let alone no desire to be a superstar. We here by terminate you effective immediately.

Corey Casey
You mother FUCKER...

Seeing the rage building up from within Corey looks as though he could snap. His entire body is trembling with adrenaline. Corey tilts his neck and cracks his knuckles about to lunge at Rick Christian.

Matt - MY GOD! COREY CASEY HAS BEEN FIRED!

Johnny - WHAT THE HELL!?

Rick Christian
Don’t even think about pulling the trigger jack, let’s not add assault to the wounds…get it. Salt…assault. HA. Anyways Corey it’s been fun catching up. Enjoy the vacation and retirement old sport.

Extending his hand as a peace offering Johnny looks Corey Casey in the eyes waiting for him to except. Corey stands there hulking out flexing his arms tightening his entire body and gritting down on his teeth. Corey doesn’t take his eyes off of Rick who pulls his hand back and turns to walk away leaving Corey stunned and raging deep down.

*CLAP, CLAP, CLAP*

Suddenly Alex Dillinger is seen leaning against a roadcase with a grin on his face eating a bag of chips. He walks towards Corey Casey chomping away. Throwing an arm around CC Alex wipes his chip hand off on CC’s shoulder.

Alex Dillinger
You know…I told you it’d all come this my good man. The Revolution…the DEATH of an Empire…it crumbled from within and mainly by your own doing. Don’t mean to say it Corey but…I told ya so.

Dillinger gives Corey a few hard taps on the back and then leaves him behind walking away from the scene.

Matt - Oh my god things are going to be changing….

Johnny - That’s to say the least.

The show fades to commercial break with a clearly rage-filled Corey Casey looking around

The show returns from commercial with Heather Thompson standing in the middle of the Isolation Dome.

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is our main event of the evening, and it is an Isolation Dome match for the IWF World Heayweight Championship! Introducing first…

The lights in the arena, one by one slowly fade off until the entire arena sits pitch black. Tonight’s turn out is great, the arena is nearly jam packed with maybe the greatest wrestling fans ever seen to date. A buzz falls over the crowd as we sit there...waiting. Finally the lights along the tron pulsate as words begin to be spoken.

Because in this there is no teacher, no pupil; there is no leader; there is no guru; there is no Master, no Saviour.
You yourself are the teacher and the pupil; you are the Master; you are the guru; you are the leader; you are everything.
And to understand is to transform what is.

“Diamond” by Stick To Your Guns blares with every pulse of the song's intro, a series of bright blinding white lights flash in time. Violently, the song’s pulsating intro kicks into the hammering of guitars as wind and smoke chaotically collect, swirl and clash on the entrance stage until it engulfs the entire stage whole.

I know that what's in front of me is a reflection of what is inside of me
I see that I need to be myself because it's so lonely in the eyes of someone else
I feel
Oh I feel
Ya I feel and I always will

Every light in the arena slowly fade off except the red “exit” signs. The energy of the crowd is amazing. The lights flicker off, as the strobe lights continue to flicker throughout the arena.

I starve to leave fee from fear
To free myself, before I disappear
I am forever more than just surviving
This is my life and this life is my diamond
My time,
Your time,
Our time is running out

A few spotlights in the arena scan through the crowd. Appearing from a tunnel in the crowd Alex Dillinger stands tall with the crowd at their feet. With an arm in the air the crowd greets him with a tremendous ovation. Walking down the steps and through the crowd on a mission Dillinger makes his way to the ring...

I know you, because you're just like me
Always questioning every single thing
Never giving up without a fight
Because for you, your resistance is a way of life

Young and angry, with every right to be
Bent but not broken, hanging on by a thread
Looked past by most, looked down on by all.
We don't need them, it's forever us against them all
Forever us against them all

The fans in the front row reach out and touch Alex as he hops over the barricade continuing to reach for him until he slides under the bottom rope. The flashing bulbs of cameras surround and overtake the ring as Alex Dillinger rises up from the mat and climbs up on the turnbuckle. Facing the hard camera, Alex pounds his chest like a BEAST. Hopping down off the rope he heads to his corner cracking his wrists and knuckles getting loose before the match begins

Heather Thompson – From Los Angeles California…weighing two hundred thirty five pounds…he is the current number one contender…ALEX DILLINGER!!!!!

Johnny – Alex looks focused here tonight, he’s looking to prove that Ethan was just a fluke champion

Matt – To be fair, Ethan was handed the title. He never really earned it.

Johnny – Except when he beat Griffin, the former champion, twice.

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 match.

Heather Thompson – From Las Vegas Nevada…weighing two hundred thirty eight pounds…he is the CURRENT IWF World Heavyweight Champion…ETHAN CAGE!!!!

Johnny – But we can never underestimate the champion

Matt – Exactly

The Isolation chamber door is locked shut, as the referee motions for both men to prepare for the match to begin. When both wrestlers nod, the referee calls for the bell



IWF World Heavyweight Championship
Isolation Chamber Match
Ethan Cage [vs.] Alex Dillinger

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Alex Dillinger and Ethan Cage slowly circle each other, neither one wanting to make the first move. Alex Dillinger quickly lunges at Ethan Cage, who dodges backwards and then grabs on to Alex Dillinger. Ethan Cage knees Alex Dillinger in the gut, and gets double underhooks on Alex Dillinger. Ethan Cage lifts Alex Dillinger up for a suplex, but then drops him down with a massive backbreaker.

Johnny – Early advantage for Ethan in this main event match

“KILL ME WITH A BEAT”

Matt – What the hell?

Corey Casey walks out from backstage, a very angry look on his face. He breaks into a run towards the chamber surrounding the ring. Corey Casey pulls out wire cutters and cuts a hole in the structure, before running in and climbing into the ring.

Johnny – The recently fired Corey Casey is inserting himself into this match!

Matt – I think he’s got only one thing on his mind Johnny

Corey Casey immediately shoves Ethan Cage out of the way and begins to stomp on the ankle of Alex Dillinger. Corey Casey grabs Alex Dillinger by the head after a few more stomps. Corey Casey lifts Alex Dillinger up in the air and hooks his head, lifting Alex Dillinger up in a vertical suplex position. Corey Casey drops Alex Dillinger and slams him to the mat.

Johnny – Purifier by Corey!

Matt – I haven’t seen that in a while, always nice to see some nostalgia

Corey Casey stands up and motions for Ethan Cage to do something. Ethan Cage grabs Alex Dillinger and lifts him up to his feet. Ethan Cage hooks the head and leg of Alex Dillinger and throws him overtop of his shoulders. On the way down, Ethan Cage catches Alex Dillinger with a stunner, sending Alex Dillinger motionless onto his back in the middle of the ring.

Johnny – Divine Intervention by Ethan! Looks like Alex is done for

Matt – Well that was short and sweet

Ethan Cage quickly runs over and covers Alex Dillinger as the referee drops down and begins to count, Corey Casey standing watch nearby.

-1-

-2-

-3-

The referee calls for the bell

[Ding Ding Ding!]

Heather Thompson – Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL IWF World Heavyweight Champion…Ethan Cage!

Johnny – Fuck Corey Casey. He gets fired and so he takes it out on Alex and ruins what would have been an amazing match

Matt – He doesn’t even work here anymore, how did he get down here?!

The cage rises as Ethan Cage is celebrating as the crowd is booing him loudly. He is handed the title as Alex is on the ground in pain. Corey Casey immediately runs back over to Alex Dillinger and begins stomping away at the leg of Alex Dillinger. Corey Casey slides out of the ring and goes underneath. Corey Casey pulls out a steel chair and throws it into the ring. Corey Casey grabs the steel steps and also throws them into the ring. Corey Casey grabs the chair and folds it around the ankle of Alex Dillinger. Corey Casey picks up the steel steps and then begins to slam them down repeatedly onto the ankle of Alex Dillinger.

Johnny – Jesus, this isn’t right

Matt – Looks like Corey is really pissed at Alex about getting fired, for some reason

Corey Casey continues to smash the steel steps onto the leg of Alex Dillinger, as Ethan Cage continues to watch the former number one contender get decimated, holding his title belt. Just then the crowd turns to cheers as someone is seen making his way through the crowd. The cameras go to the outside of the ring as someone is seen jumping the guardrail, dressed in cowboy boots, blue ripped jeans and a Guns N Roses T-Shirt.

Johnny - What the hell!? Is that...

Matt - ..Thats GRIFFIN HAWKINS!

Johnny - I thought he was suspended!

Matt - Ethan turn around!

Griffin is in the ring now. Ethan is unaware what awaits him as he's watching Dillinger be decimated. As he turns around he is hit right with The Shot in the Dark! Hawkins taunts a down Ethan with classic crotch chops as he's down on the mat, holding his jaw. Meanwhile Corey Casey sees Hawkins coming and quickly leaves the ring. Hawkins stays by Alex's side, as Corey Casey slowly retreats up the ramp, smiling to himself.. Alex holds his ankle in pain, it looks like it's been broken in two. Hawkins kneels by him

Griffin Hawkins
You ok dude?

Alex Dillinger
I think my ankle is broken again

Alex Dillinger says as he holds it in pain. Medical staff enter the ring and begin to work on getting Alex Dillinger out of the ring, as he clearly cannot walk out. Hawkins looks back to Ethan who is now coming to. A look of rage is in his eyes as he waits for him to turn around. Ethan is hit by a massive Spear!

Johnny - What a Spear by Hawkins!

Matt - He's not supposed to be here tonight!

Hawkins rains down on Ethan with punches, shouting "You're not so cocky now, are you!?" as he punches on him. He hits him so stiffly he looks to have busted Cage open. He gets him up and runs him to the ropes, hitting a Stinger Splash! Ethan stumbles out of the corner. To add insult to injury, Hawkins hits The Hit the lights right on Cage!

Johnny - He just took down Ethan with his own move! That's the ultimate insult!

Ethan is down on the mat as Hawkins spits on him. A sick smile comes across his face as he slides to the outside of the ring. He grabs two chairs and slides them both in the ring. He shouts down "Come on you motherfucker!" as he drags a limp Ethan towards a chair in the center of the ring. He then grabs the other chair and looks down at Ethan with evil intentions...raising the chair slowly over his head.

Johnny - Oh my God..Hawkins don't do it!

Matt - Look at his eyes! He's snapped! He's going to end Ethan's career!

He then brings down the chair onto Ethan's skull...hitting a one man conchairto! A bloody Ethan twitches in pain as the crowd is stunned silence. Blood pours from his head as Hawkins smiles down in sadistic glee. He looks down at the IWF Title and grabs it. He places his foot over Ethan's skull and raises the belt high above his head, shouting "I'm back!!" He looks down at Ethan and leaves the ring, carrying the title!

Johnny - Now Hawkins is leaving with the belt!

Matt - He's not the Champion! He can't do that!

Johnny - Oh man..Ethan is not going to like this when he comes to!

Hawkins stops at the ramp and raises the belt high above his head! The PPV comes to a close with a "Welcome Back" chant as Hawkins raises the title in the air as Ethan lies bloody and lifeless in the ring.