METAL - 19 August 2018

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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---Security Footage from Last Week’s Metal---

The grainy footage from security cameras show Tiffany Prada and ‘Wild Cat’ Savannah enter the backstage area after their match. As they proceed down the hall Prada begins to drop back, but Savannah slows her pace as well until both Lady Icons stand, turning to face each other with postures that would be exciting even without the electric tension between the pair. For what feels an eternity the two stare each other down, while the rest of the world seeks shelter!

Savannah: Well?

The Wild Cat's single word seems to break the spell, as Prada didn’t say a word as she was just staring at her coldly as she soon got that glare.

Tiffany: Well what?

Just looking at her as you can tell TIffany just didn’t care for her then again Tiffany didn’t care about anything she was focused.

Tiffany: Decide to talk instead of attack?

The Wild Cat circled Tiffany, eyes locked with the Lady Icon. She smiled a bit.

Savannah: I’m not the one who said I can’t be trusted, sweetie. Who made it sound as if she would stab me in the back first chance she got. I’d much rather talk, or do other things. Are you changing your mind, then? Talking? Or doing other things?

Savannah stepped closer to the other Lady Icon, forcing Tiffany to step back until her back was pressed to the wall- and the Wild Cat was uncomfortably close. This is when Tiffany had had enough, and struck out, a smack that caused Savannah to step back, giving Tiffany the space to launch herself at Savannah, taking both to the floor.

Tiffany: Never again get that close to me I’m not some mindless little boy who you can suck his dick or whatever you do to get your way. God your disgusting ever getting that close.

Tiffany spit in Savannah’s face as she pushed herself up off the floor. Enraged at the ultimate sign of disrespect, Savannah scrambled to a crouching position looking to pounce on Tiffany. Just then staff and security flood the area to keep the new rivals a part before the footage ends.

~~

ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Mitchell: WELCOME EVERYONE TO METAL!!

“Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue blares as the web streaming pans about the capacity crowd of about one hundred or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “EHWF Transplant 4 Life!”, “Aaron Koston Is The Hero We All Need!”, and “I’m Only Here For The Lady Icons!!”

Mitchell: We are streaming live from the West Los Angeles National Guard Armory located in Los Angeles, California!

The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where the black suit wearing commentator is seated.

Mitchell: Hello everyone! It is I… “Boy Wonder” Tyler Mitchell coming at you once again for the next action packed wrestling show out of Iconic Professional Wrestling! Our last show was quite a hit and I know that everyone both in the audience and at home are looking forward to it!

Crowd: IPW! IPW!

Mitchell: Tonight we will be starting off the broadcast with the first of two, well technically three, debuts when Jackson Felix Coltrane goes up against Fabien in singles action. And that might prove to not be too easy for Mr. Coltrane because Fabien is going to be looking to pick up his first win after losing in a Triple Threat on our last show.

Mitchell took a quick glance at the paper in front of him.

Michell: Our second debut match will see EHWF Mayhem General Manager Sah’ta Thor, dubbed The Raging Storm, going against Iconic Professional Wrestling newcomer, but wrestling veteran, Alexis Terry. Alexis Terry has opted to get back into the ring after a failed attempt at running the FORCE Pro territory of Championship Wrestling Coalition.That is quite funny because that is where our very own Astrid Sedin was employed and now it seems as though the roles have reversed.

Mitchell lets out an audible chuckle.

Mitchell: In a show that is jam packed with singles matches, our next one will showcase Red Dragon taking on Michael Maddox in hopes of getting his first win after losing that Triple Threat match last week to Johnny Franklin Kobain. Can the “Ladies Man” take down the “Minister of Evil”? Speaking of Mister JFK, he will be taking on a man who has appalled some of the Lady Icons of this company… especially the exotic Stasi Herveaux. Johnny Franklin Kobain will take on “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus in a match that is sure to be filled with action from bell to bell!

Mitchell looks down for a moment and shuffles a few things around in front of him before bringing his gaze back up to the cameras.

Mitchell: After a sausage fest of an opening we will see the beautiful, majestic beings known as Lady Icons take to the ring in two back-to-back singles matches that are stemming from the Tag Team match last Metal. Up first we will see the woman known as the “Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts look to get another victory over Tiffany Prada. And after the post match attack last week by Prada, that we all got to witness before the show opening, I have a feeling Jessie will go into full on warrior mode. After that, the beautiful Stasi Herveaux will take on Savannah who… well I don’t know what is going on with Savannah. But I do know that Stasi isn’t happy with what happened the last time they met and will also be looking for some vengeance.

Mitchell winks at the camera before giving it a quick thumbs up.

Mitchell: And in our highly anticipated main event, the three Icons from last week’s Metal main event are divided into teams with the debuting, I guess we can say that, “Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin being added to the mix. To say tensions are high going into this would be like saying ice cream is cold. All four, Aaron Koston, Brianna Rissi, Oliver Black, and Astrid, are looking to cement their place in Iconic Professional Wrestling and the upcoming title picture! So without further adieu, it’s time for METAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The camera pans to the ring where Ring Announcer Herbert Torres is standing center ring.

Torres: The following Debut match is scheduled for ONE FALL and a fifteen minute time limit!

The guitar hits on “The Last Pale Light in the West” by Ben Nichols and out from the back walks Jackson Felix Coltrane. The arena lights cast a fiery orange around the armory as the Iconic-Tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring to face/wait for his opponent.

Torres: Making his debut...hailing from Phoenix, Arizona....he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds...he stands at a height of six feet three inches….he is JACKSON FELIX COLTRANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: The newcomer Coltrane making his debut tonight! He made a few ripples in Arizona with the wrestling company known as Phoenix Wrestling and is looking to increase his stock with us here in Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Seattle, Washington...he weighs in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds...standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the Sultan of Salsa...the Lord of the Dance….FABIEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the trumpets of his entrance them blare, the arena lights fall and a spotlight is cast on-stage; standing center stage was Fabien, looking on as his lovely dance partner twirled around him, they lock arms and start down the ramp to a saunter. He takes her hand leading her up the steps, onto the apron, she parts her legs for him to slide through and into the ring. After raking his fingers through his dark hair, posing for the cameras.

Mitchell: The Sultan of Salsa is really going to have to bring his “A” game tonight. There have been rumors floating about that if he doesn’t win tonight, there is a good chance he’ll be put on inactive status.

DING DING DING!!

---Debut Match: Jackson Felix Coltrane vs. Fabien---

JFC and Fabien make their way out to the middle of the ring. They lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up before Fabien takes a side headlock. JFC wraps his arms around Fabien’s waist and lifts him up, slamming him down before mounting his opponent. Fabien tries to roll out as JFC takes a side armbar. Fabien grabs the ropes forcing JFC to quickly release his hold. Both Icons get to their feet. JFC takes Fabien down, hooking his head for a front facelock. Fabien tries to get out but JFC squeezes harder, slipping his legs into scissors hold and transferring his grip to a guillotine. Fabien grabs the middle rope and JFC pulls him down into an inside cradle.

One..

Two…

Thr...KICKOUT!!!

Mitchell: JFC looks like he’s just having some fun with this kid tonight! Fabien needs to fight back some.

JFC and Fabien get to their feet. Fabien grabs JFC by the balls. JFC eyes go wide!

Mitchell: OOOHHHHH!!!!!!

Fabien pulls and twists before clocking JFC in the mouth with a forearm shot. JFC falls back into the ropes and Fabien drills JFC with a European uppercut. JFC spins into the ropes before Fabien grabs him in an arm wrench. JFC manages to duck as they spin and hook him for a bridging Northern Lights suplex.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Both start to get up but Fabien blasts him low and pulls JFC down into an inside cradle. JFC reverses almost immediately into a cradle of his own.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Both men get up. Fabien kicks JFC in the back of the leg. JFC staggers but quickly recovers. He boots Fabien in the stomach before dropping him on his head with a DDT. JFC pulls Fabien back up, hoist him across his shoulders, and then sends him crashing to the canvas with an inverted F-5!

Mitchell: ACCOUNTING ERROR! ACCOUNTING ERROR!

One…

Two…

Three!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Jackson Felix Coltrane!

Mitchell: Fabien put up a fight but JFC totally got him!

The stream fades from the latest match to the backstage area. A car rolls up with a frazzled woman in the backstage. She's leaning over stuffing all her things into her bag. The camera man seems a bit unsure of what to do as everyone waits patiently for her to be done. Mickey “Mouse” Greer stood on the corner of the frame ensuring him with a hand that all was well. After all, he always had an inside advantage over the others due to his questionable techniques. It worked for him for so long, there was no way he was going to change them no matter how unethical. It was his job, he assured himself. At least sort of, he shrugged it off turning his attention to the car. A mass of pink hair bobs its way out of the vehicle with her cellphone in hand. She seems to be fumbling as the driver eyes her up and down, not driving off just yet. Suddenly a "BING" comes from her phone and she gives the driver a goofy thumbs up to signal to him that the deed is done and he can be on his way. The man greases back what you could barely call hair into his questionable hat he throws on, almost bracing himself as he looks to his cell phone. His reaction is not exactly what Minx was looking for, but one that she probably deserved.

"A dollar. You tipped me a dollar? You do realize that-"

"THANK YOU. That will be all, darling."

She turns to Greer, throwing her hand over his shoulder ruffling his suit in the process. Even Greer couldn't hide how annoyed he was. His eyes said everything, as she thrashed him around in one of his good suits.

"ALLRAIIIGHT ME LOVER."

She removes her hand as she begins to walk and they follow close behind. A tad afraid that the driver will come out of the car and hunt her down. That would be an interesting way to start her first day, but typical in her books. Trying to re-compose himself, Mickey Greer raised his microphone to his mouth turning to the camera at last.

"Ladies and Gentleman, allow me to introduce one of your latest Lady Icons, Minx. Minx, forgive me if this comes off as rude, but what are you doing here? You're not scheduled to compete?"

She clutches over her heart, aching in "pain" over the comment.

"What am I doing here? What kind of FOCKING question is that, love? I'm here to scoop out the talent of course. Get a feel of what it's like in these halls. They said to me, oh Minxy darling, take your time and get comfortable! Settle in and then we shall get things started. Don't you DARE FRET because it will all be taken care for you. You'll make your debut when your time comes and it's going to be great. While I knew what they were saying was probably right. I should just relax and get myself mentally and physically ready for one the day comes. I should be in the ring all day and all night, but the problem with all of that is that I did fret. I thought so much about it, it was beginning to drive me bloody insane. So I hopped on an early flight and HERE I AM. A spontaneous moment of thinking WHY NOT and here I am. HERE TO SAY MY HELLOS. To give me support to all of those on the show tonight."

She leans forward, pinching his cheeks before continuing.

"AND make a bit of a first impression. Whether it be good or bad, I haven't quite decided. But with you're attitude I think you have solved that wee little dilemma for me. You're not quite so good at this thing. You know where I'm from when you first meet someone you give them a hug, perhaps a kiss on the cheek if you're feeling a tad cheeky. You introduce yourself and you have yourself a nice little chat. IMAGINE THAT. What a world it would be if we all thought that way. That would be the nice and polite thing to do, right? I don't think that quite cuts it around here. I tried the nice way with you and it doesn't seem to have worked out. You look a wee uncomfortable, a wee tense and I've been nothing but nice and friendly. Perhaps I'll try the other way and see how that works out for me. I guess I'll be sure to report back and tell you how it goes, but I'm sure you'll see. Anyway, wish me luck. Perhaps I'll make some new friends?"

She shrugs before walking off, dragging her small PINK suitcase behind her as she hums loudly to herself.

~~

Herbert Torres is standing center ring again as the stream returns to the inside of the National Guard Armory.

Torres: The following Debut match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a fifteen minute time limit!

Dynatron's "Stars Of The Night" plays. Smoke fills the stage area as emerging through it is Alexis Terry clad in her ring gear and sporting a hooded jacket as she makes her way to the ring. She slides in and bends to one knee in the middle of the ring. She looks up, flips the hood off, and smirks into the camera. She removes her jacket and takes her corner for the match.

Torres: Coming to the ring first making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...she hails from Newcastle, England...she weighs in at one hundred and eighteen pounds...she stands at a height of five feet eleven inches...she is England’s Most Glamorous Export”...ALEXIS TERRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: The veteran Alexis Terry making her debut tonight after a stint as a wrestling company owner. It is going to be interested to see how much ring rust she has after such a long layoff from active competition.

The opening riff to "Ruina Imperii" by Sabaton echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before an almost demonic looking Sah'ta Thor. He is dressed 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. After a moment of standing at the top of the ramp He starts towards the ring with a purposeful stride. Getting to the ring he looks at his foe for the night with a look that promises impending pain. After a moment he pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents much like a caged animal as he waits for the starting bell.

Torres: Coming to the ring next also making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he hails from Las Vegas. Nevada….he weigh in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds...he stands at a height of five feet nine inches….he is the Raging Storm…..SAH’TA THOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: Much like Alexis, Sah’ta Thor is a veteran of this sport but unlike Mrs. Terry, while Thor was an executive for a wrestling company he was also an active competitor. That fact alone will surely give the Raging Storm an advantage tonight.

DING DING DING!!

---Debut Match: “England’s Most Glamorous Export” Alexis Terry vs. “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor---

With the match officially underway, Alexis seems like she's desperately trying to keep herself calm to start the match. Unfortunately for her, Sah'ta doesn't seem quite as willing to start things off slowly. He immediately runs across the ring with surprising quickness, hitting Alexis in the chest with a hard chop.

Crowd: WOOO!

Thor follows it up with a second and then a third.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

Alexis stumbles back to the ropes, seeming a bit surprised with the way that Sah'ta started the match. Sah'ta tries to keep things up as he grabs Alexis and shoots her across the ring. He steps toward the center of the ring and waits for Alexis to come back on the rebound---leaping into the air and taking her down with a dropkick! The fans start to boo him almost immediately.

Mitchell: Sah'ta Thor has not done much to win the fans over during his tenure in EHWF, though to his credit that was an impressive dropkick. But I can't shake the feeling that Alexis is not in a very good mood right now.

Alexis starts to pull herself back up to her feet, pounding on the mat and looking rather frustrated. Before she can actually do anything to try and get back into the match, Sah'ta rushes over and hits her with a forearm shot. He then pulls Alexis in toward him and tries to hoist her into the air for a suplex. Alexis blocks the attempt and shoves Sah'ta away. Sah'ta stumbles a few steps. Alexis angrily shakes her head and charges at Sah'ta---only to have him catch her and lift her into the air for a fallaway slam! Sah'ta covers.

One…

Two…

Thr...Alexis kicks out!

Mitchell: It's hard to shake the feeling that this could get ugly in a hurry.

Sah'ta once again grabs Alexis to drag her back up to her feet. She angrily tries to fight her way out of his grasp, but Sah'ta keeps his hold on her and tries to line her up with a turnbuckle. Sah'ta tries to shoot her across the ring. Alexis manages to stop herself just in time by grabbing the ropes and shaking her head angrily.[

Mitchell: The ring savvy of a wrestling veteran kicking in there!

Sah'ta Thor ignores the fact that Alexis didn't make contact with the turnbuckle---instead charging to try and connect with a splash. Alexis catches Sah'ta by surprise and delivers a drop-toe-hold that sends Sah'ta's face bouncing off of the turnbuckle padding. Sah'ta quickly tries to pull himself up to his feet, but he is unable to do so before Alexis drapes Sah'ta over the bottom rope and uses it to begin to choke Sah'ta out. The referee notices right away, coming over and making the count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Fi...Looking absolutely irate, Alexis backs away.

Mitchell: Just like that the complex of this match has changed!

The Raging Storm brings himself back up to his feet. Alexis doesn't give him much space to recover as she immediately starts to wear him down with a series of knee and elbow shots. Sah'ta tries to create a bit of distance between himself and Alexis, but to no avail. Alexis grabs Sah'ta and drags him toward the center of the ring. She gets him to double over in pain before quickly trying to snap off a Twist of Fate in the center of the ring. Sah'ta shoves Alexis away. She stumbles a few steps. Sah'ta smirks and bounces off of the ropes, building up speed for a wicked clothesline. Unfortunately for him, as soon as he gets close, she responds by leaping into the air and catching him by surprise with a knee to the face! Sah'ta hits the mat hard. Alexis covers.

One...

Two...

Thr...Sah'ta kicks out!

Mitchell: That was probably a bit closer than the EHWF Transplant would've liked, though I have to admit...I'm surprised that Alexis went for the cover there considering how mad she's been.

Before Sah'ta can even begin to pull himself back up to his feet, Alexis mounts him and slams his head into the mat repeatedly. She's absolutely relentless in doing so, stopping only when the referee comes over and practically pulls her away.

Mitchell: Alexis letting it all go!

Alexis takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. Sah'ta Thor drags himself back up to his feet at the same time. Once she's calmed down, Alexis grabs Sah’ta and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Sah'ta manages to take control by hitting Alexis in the ribs with a hard elbow shot on the way up. He then shoves her back into the ropes. Alexis bounces off of them and stumbles toward Sah'ta, who launches her into the air for a back body drop! Alexis hits the mat hard, but nonetheless tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Sah'ta grabs her looking to set up Heretic’s Curse (reverse crucifix)! Alexis spins out of Sah'ta's grasp and quickly runs at the ropes. She bounces off of them but Sah’ta catches her with a running high knee. He pulls her up into a piledriver position, spins, and drops her on her head with a tombstone!

Mitchell: PARASITE EVE! Stick a fork in Alexis because she’s done!

Sah’ta nonchalantly covers.

One…

Two…

Three!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Sah’ta Thor!!!

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Butterscotch Monroe: I’m here backstage with one of the newest Icons, Jackson Felix Coltrane! Jackson, how are you feeling after your big debut win here earlier tonight?

Jackson has a huge grin on his face, just like a little kid after opening his favorite present.

JFC: Oh man! This is awesome. This is what it’s all about. I’m just happy to be here Butterscotch, honestly. Every time I step in to that ring for IPW, that’s what I aim to do. Fabien is just a stepping stone for the plans I have for this company.

Butterscotch Monroe: Well you definitely sound excited, that’s for sure. So, you made it clear you also wrestle for Phoenix Wrestling. Is your commitment there going to any way impact your commitment to Iconic Pro Wrestling?

JFC shakes his head.

JFC: I knew that question would come up and Butterscotch, great question by the way.

JFC gives Butterscotch a wink, which makes her smile and blush in return.

JFC: I might as well clear that up now. In no way will Phoenix Wrestling get in the way of what I want to accomplish here at IPW. As far as it’s considered, IPW is my home. I want to help this company grow. And a path is already opening up for me to do so.

Butterscotch Monroe: What path is that?

JFC: Easy Butterscotch, my path is humbling these puffed-up and egotistical Icons here at IPW. You see it’s okay to think you are the best. Everyone does that. However, it’s not okay to be a complete asshole about it. I’ve never gotten along with assholes Butterscotch, have you? Quiet frankly, they annoy me. Something happened to them as kids, something disturbing, I don’t know. But I’m here. And I’m here to stay. So, if there are any Icons back there that feel me, feel my message, I’m not far away. Let me know.

And with that Jackson walks away from Butterscotch leaving her standing alone with her microphone in her hand.

~~

The Metal stream fades back to the arena area where Herbert Torres is standing center ring.

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a fifteen minute time limit!

The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he leans against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Parts Unknown...he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds….standing at six feet two inches...he is the Minister of Evil...the Minister of Darkness….RED DRAGOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: Red Dragon looking to get on a winning streak after losing at the first Metal house show!

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Miami, Florida...he weighs in at two hundred and forty-four pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches….he is “The Ladies Man”...MICHAEL MADDOOOOOXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Outcast” by Skarlett Riot blasts over the PA systems as the crowd erupts in cheer As Mike Maddox makes his way on the stage and shakes his hips wearing his trademark Leather Jacket Engraved with The Ladies Man on It Maddox then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring shaking the ropes violently before throwing his leather jacket out to the ground and then running over to the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms at the crowd as they cheer Maddox then jumps down and awaits the start of the match with a confident look on his face.

Mitchell: After a crushing loss last Metal, Michael Maddox will also be looking to for a big win tonight!

DING DING DING!!

---”The Minister of Evil” Red Dragon vs. “Ladies Man” Michael Maddox---

Maddox wastes no time charging at Red Dragon who still has his back to him. He sends a hard elbow to Dragon’s back causing him to bounce off the turnbuckle and then be caught with a quick German suplex. Maddox doesn’t let go and goes for the quick cover!

Mitchell: Maddox does not want to give Red Dragon any chance here!

One...

Tw...Red Dragon kicks out pretty easily!

The two get to their feet and Red Dragon looks pissed. Maddox once again tries to charge at Red Dragon with a forearm smash. Red Dragon ducks, launches off the ropes, and nails Maddox with a high leaping knee shot that sends him stumbling back a few steps.

Mitchell: Red Dragon failed in taking the Ladies Man down with that high leaping knee.

As Boy Wonder says that, Red Dragon launches off the ropes again and lands another high leaping knee shot. Again it fails to take Maddox down.

Mitchell: This has to be frustrating to Red Dragon! He is sending some hard knees to this Maddox’s head and it doesn’t seem to be working.

For a third time Dragon launches off the ropes and goes for a high leaping knee shot but this time Maddox catches him in a powerbomb position. Dragon’s eyes go wide and seconds later Maddox sends him crashing to the mat below.

Mitchell: I guess third time isn’t a charm in Red Dragon’s book. He looks to be in some pain at the moment.

Red Dragon rolls around as Maddox stalks him. A few moments later Dragon begins to get to his feet but just as he does, Maddox takes him down again with a double armdrag takedown. Maddox gets to his feet and begins to laugh and point at the downed Red Dragon.

Mitchell: Michael Maddox may want to be careful. Red Dragon can turn this thing around in the blink of an eye.

Maddox grabs Red Dragon by the top of his mask and drags him to his feet. Maddox is surprised that Red Dragon manages break free. Red Dragon quickly sends a quick dropkick to the back of Maddox’s knee causing him to drop down on one. Red Dragon doesn’t waste time as he bounces off the ropes and comes charging back with an elbow smash to the side of Maddox’s head finally sending the Ladies Man fully to the mat. Red Dragon drops and hooks his legs for the cover.

One...

Two...

T...Maddox powerfully throws Red Dragon off him!

Mitchell: What strength shown by Michael right there. This is going to be a tough one for Red Dragon tonight!

Red Dragon doesn’t waste time and charges at Maddox as he tries to get up. Red Dragon nails him with another elbow to the side of the head. Again he goes for the quick cover.

One...Maddox throws Red Dragon off even quicker than the first attempt.

Both Icons get to their feet and begin to circle each other, seemingly trying to figure out what their opponent’s next move is. Making the first move, Maddox goes to lock up with Red Dragon. Realizing he stands no chance, Red Dragon rolls out of the way at the last second and launches to the top rope for a moonsault. Maddox turns around and catches the airborne Red Dragon. Maddox struts around the ring showing his strength.

Mitchell: This is real bad for Red Dragon right now!

Maddox slams Red Dragon to the mat. He gets up and sits Red Dragon up before bouncing off the ropes. He comes back and sends a hard dropkick to Red Dragon’s back. Maddox crawls over and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Thre...Red Dragon barely gets her shoulder up!

Maddox gets in the referee’s face and begins to argue that it should have been a three count. Red Dragon crawls over and tries to roll up Maddox. The Ladies Man grabs Red Dragon by the mask to her feet and sends a hard kick to his gut. He then lifts him for another powerbomb but stalls for a few seconds.

Mitchell: What is Maddox waiting for?

Taking advantage of the delay, Red Dragon begins to punch Maddox in the face as fast as he can. Maddox begins to stumble, losing his footing. Red Dragon lands on his feet and manages to pull Maddox up into a vertical suplex before being dropped down into a piledriver!

Mitchell: LEGACY OF THE DISTURBED!! WHAT A REVERSAL BY RED DRAGON!![/b]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Red Dragon then rolls Maddox over and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Three!!

Torres: Your winner by pinfall...Red Dragon!

Mitchell: Red Dragon did it! I can’t believe he pulled off that reversal and kept Michael Maddox down for the three count!

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Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a fifteen minute time limit!

The fans in the National Guard Armory cheer.

Torres: Coming to the ring next also hailing from Seattle, Washington...he weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds...standing at a height of six feet one inch...he is JFK...JOHNNY FRANKLIN KOBAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights go dark, the lights flicker to a reddish smoke and the lights come back on as a guitar rift echoes throughout the entire arena. Papa Roach's “Born for Greatness” hits over the loudspeakers as JFK comes down to the ring, a young punk looking kid covered in tattoos and a mohawk type haircut. Wearing a black zip up hoodie with the hood up, he doesn't acknowledge the fans as he continues into the ring, flips over the top rope. Poses in the center of the ring with great confidence.

Mitchell: Last week Johnny Franklin Kobain came out on top of a Triple Threat match and he’s walking into the show tonight to keep that winning streak alive with a singles victory here tonight. And it isn’t going to be easy for him because his opponent Corey Lazarus is already calling himself the inaugural Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. So I can tell you that they’re both wanting the same thing leaving Metal tonight… and that is a victory!

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Nicosia, Cyprus but now residing in Newhaven, East Essex, England...he weighs in at eighty-two kilograms and stands at one point seventy-three meters….he is “The Hot Take”....COREY LAZARUUUUUUSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As "What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System, Corey Lazarus emerges with a stride in his step, a smile on his face regardless of the reaction he receives, and a sleaze aura that radiates from his pores. He treats his brown leather jacket with such high regards, he'll tell anyone within arms reach and outstretched hands for acknowledging to mind it, not really the hand-slapping type himself. If he sees someone recording his entrance with a mobile phone, especially if they're an attractive female, he'll break his no-touching clause to swipe their phone and take a selfie of himself for their Corey Lazarus fan page, it's the least he can do. He still wants the fans approval though, so he'll give you a few gestures of acknowledgement, but more often than not he'll lay against the top ropes of his corner, a lackadaisical way to either await his opponent or get across his otherwise care-free attitude. He isn't afraid to stick his hand down the front of his trunks and blow you a kiss with the same hand, be you his opponent or just the luckiest lady in the place.

Mitchell: Corey was absolutely disrespectful when talking about Johnny earlier this week, and I can't shake the feeling that Johnny is going to do everything in his power to make him regret what he had to say.

Corey Lazarus turns toward a buxom female in the front row and winks at her. JFK doesn't seem to be even slightly amused by the show of disrespect as he instead tries to glare a hole through the cocky Brit. Lazarus turns toward JFK and laughs. The referee looks at both of them and determining that they are ready to get started, calls for the bell.

Mitchell: And things are about to get underway. Ooh I’m so excited!

DING DING DING!!

---Johnny Franklin Kobain vs. “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus---

Almost immediately after the bell rings, Johnny Franklin Kobain runs across the ring hitting Lazarus in the mouth with a few right hands, much to the delight of almost every fan in attendance. Punch after punch connects upon Lazarus, who eventually succeeds in shoving JFK away. JFK stumbles a few steps before trying to get back on the attack. Lazarus wisely backs up toward the ropes and sticks his body through them---the referee calling for Johnny Franklin Kobain to back off. The fans boo loudly and an irate Johnny Franklin Kobain begins to pace back and forth. While he's pacing, JFK turns his attention away from Lazarus for just a moment. The Hot Take smirks and suddenly closes the distance between himself and JFK---sending him staggering with a hard European uppercut.

Mitchell: It's easy to hate the way that the man carries himself, but you have to give Corey Lazarus credit.

Johnny Franklin Kobain regains his balance rather quickly. Unfortunately, Corey Lazarus is ready for him as he hits JFK with another uppercut. Corey grabs JFK and pulls him in. He drives his knee hard into JFK's ribs to get him to double over, then follows it up by taking him down to the mat with a side headlock. The fans start booing almost immediately at the slowed pace, though Lazarus ignores their reaction. He continues to apply pressure while keeping JFK grounded. JFK nonetheless continues to fight. He gets his feet under him and begins to stand---drawing quite a few cheers from the fans for his efforts. Lazarus looks rather annoyed by the fact and quickly brings an end to the effort---hitting JFK in the ribs with an elbow shot, and then lifting him into the air for a back suplex! The fans begin booing once again.

Mitchell: Did you see that? Not only did Corey start to wear Johnny Franklin Kobain down, but he had the perfect counter for when JFK began to fight back! I'm pretty sure that even Corey Lazarus's biggest haters are willing to acknowledge that he's a good wrestler!

Corey Lazarus smirks in response to the boos. Meanwhile, Johnny Franklin Kobain wisely rolls over toward the ropes to try and make it back up to his feet. Lazarus looks almost disappointed by the fact. As soon as Johnny Franklin Kobain makes it back up to his feet, Corey steps toward him in hopes of keeping control of the match. Unfortunately, Johnny Franklin Kobain has other ideas. JFK charges at Hot Take, hitting him with a clubbing blow that takes him off of his feet! The fans cheer as Johnny Franklin Kobain calls for them to get louder. JFK bounces off of the ropes and hits Lazarus with a second clubbing blow—this one also sending him down to the mat. JFK grabs Lazarus and drags him back up to his feet. He hits with a few clubbing blows to the back to try and wear him down. He then tries to set Lazarus up for a suplex, though Lazarus blocks the attempt. JFK tries a second time, only to once again have the attempt blocked. Lazarus then shoves JFK away. JFK is quick to regain his balance, but when he charges at Lazarus, he unfortunately walks right into a belly-to-belly suplex! The boos start up once again as Lazarus covers.

One…

Two…

Thr...JFK kicks out!

Mitchell: Johnny Franklin Kobain's aggression has served him well thus far, but it's hard to ignore the fact that Corey has been one step ahead of him.

Corey Lazarus watches as Johnny Franklin Kobain tries to make it back up to his feet. When JFK is halfway up, Lazarus suddenly picks up some speed and runs at him---hitting JFK in the side of the head with a hard kick. JFK crashes to the mat and Lazarus almost immediately gets on the attack. He drops a knee onto JFK's head and then a second one for good measure.

The referee tries to give Lazarus a warning which he is clearly annoyed by the fact and it's actually the referee's warning that gives JFK a chance to roll over to the ropes. JFK uses them to try and pull himself back up to his feet, though unfortunately for him, Lazarus is able to close the gap between the two men rather quickly. He lifts JFK up and puts him onto his shoulders. Lazarus then steps toward the middle of the ring and delivers a rolling fireman carry slam! He covers once again.

One..

Two..

Thr...JFK kicks out!

Mitchell: A very close one there for Kobain. Corey hit him with a wicked hard slam and I almost didn’t think that he was going to kick out. Kobain is going to have to try and get back into this match.

The crowd tries to make some noise in hopes of willing Johnny Franklin Kobain back into the match. In an effort to silence them, Lazarus grabs Johnny Franklin Kobain and locks in a chinlock almost immediately---driving his knee into JFK's back to cause him a bit more pain. Sure enough, the fans get restless from the second that the hold is applied. Nonetheless, JFK starts to make it back up to his feet in spite of the hold. The fans cheer and JFK rewards them for their support by hitting Lazarus in the ribs with an elbow shot, and then a second, and then a third. Lazarus has no choice but to release the hold. JFK turns around and immediately nails Lazarus with a European uppercut of his own to knock him off balance. He follows it up with a second, and then grabs the Hot Take. JFK shoots him across the ring and steps toward the middle of the ring. When Lazarus returns on the rebound, JFK lifts him into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam!

Mitchell: Johnny Franklin Kobain is typically thought of as a good striker, but it's hard to ignore a man that can slam you like that!

The fans reach their feet and start to cheer Johnny Franklin Kobain on. JFK quickly closes the gap between himself and Lazarus. He grabs Lazarus and immediately starts to wear him down with a rapid series of Muay Thai knees to the head! Lazarus tries to defend himself, but all he does is slow JFK down a bit. The referee eventually comes over and pulls JFK away from Lazarus. The fans boo the referee's interference. JFK seems to listen to the referee's warning for a moment before suddenly walking right past him and grabbing hold of Lazarus. JFK drags Lazarus up to his feet and steps toward the center of the ring with him. He hits Lazarus with a hard elbow shot to knock him groggy before spinning him around and snapping off a belly-to-back suplex in the center of the ring. The fans are going nuts as JFK covers.

One..

Two…

Thre...Lazarus gets the shoulder up!

Mitchell: These fans seem to think that Johnny Franklin Kobain is getting closer and honestly...I think I agree with them!

Johnny Franklin Kobain wastes little time in taking advantage of whatever momentum he has. He immediately grabs Lazarus, wrestling him into a front facelock. The moment that Lazarus begins to fight his way out of the hold, JFK pounds away on his back with a few clubbing blows to wear him down. Lazarus continues to try and wrestle his way out of the hold, but eventually can't ignore the effects of the blows. JFK smirks and tries to lift Lazarus into the air for a muscle buster, though Lazarus manages to escape his grasp before he can really set it up. Lazarus lands on the mat behind JFK, grabs hold of him, and lifts him into the air to deliver a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Th...JFK kicks out!

Mitchell: And another very close call there for Johnny Franklin Kobain. Did he not learn anything from before? I expected a bit more out of him… especially after what happened in the Triple Threat match on the last Metal.

Lazarus looks almost annoyed by the fact that JFK is continuing to fight. He nonetheless grabs hold of JFK and starts to bring him back up to his feet. This time, Lazarus spins JFK around and kicks him in the ribs. He tries to set JFK up for a Fisherman suplex. JFK fights his way out of Lazarus's grasp. He keeps his grip on Lazarus and almost immediately sends him to the mat with an Orton style backbreaker! The fans are delighted once again. JFK waits for Lazarus to start stirring.

Mitchell: You have to get the feeling that JFK wants to put this away?

Once Lazarus reaches his feet, Johnny Franklin Kobain runs at the ropes and tries to use them to his advantage. Before he can actually do anything, Lazarus charges at JFK and knocks him out onto the thinly matted floor. JFK hits it hard and the fans boo. In the ring, Lazarus smirks and makes a show out of trying to go out to the floor to fight him---which causes the referee to get in his way.

Mitchell: I think we have found ourselves in a little bit of back and forth action here between these two Icons. This is starting to get interesting.

Out on the floor, Johnny Franklin Kobain reaches his feet. He looks in the ring and sees the distracted referee. JFK turns to step back into the ring, when suddenly he notices Red Dragon charging down the ramp at him from the corner of his eyes.

Mitchell: And now it REALLLLY is starting to get interesting with Red Dragon coming out here! He’s not too happy after losing the match to Johnny Franklin Kobain last Metal and he… well he looks as mad as a basic White girl when Starbucks runs out of PSL syrup!

JFK turns and hits the Minister of Evil with a running knee to the face! Red Dragon hits the floor hard and the fans go absolutely NUTS! Lazarus notices this from in the ring and shakes his head in disgust.

Mitchell: Did Red Dragon really think that he was going to be a factor in this and cost JFK the match? It doesn’t seem like either of our Icons are too happy that he came out here.

Johnny Franklin Kobain slides into the ring, ready to fight. He charges at Lazarus and attempts to hit him with a running knee as well. Lazarus wisely ducks underneath the attempt. He picks up a bit of momentum and bounces off of the ropes---hitting JFK with a Soylent Green (single knee facebuster) when he turns to face him! JFK stays upright but is groggy from the impact. He staggers and walks right into Instant Classic (jumping cutter)! The fans boo as Lazarus covers.

One…

Two…

Three!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Corey Lazarus!

Mitchell: You have to have a ton of respect for what we saw out of Johnny Franklin Kobain tonight. But Corey Lazarus continues to rank up wins and move into a potential championship position!

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Mitchell: Coming up next, Tiffany Prada is set to take on Jessie Roberts in what should prove to be an exciting match!

Suddenly an unfamiliar song begins to play as the lights dim to the point that they might as well be off.

Mitchell: Wait a minute, what is this?!

The crowd begins to stir as green and purple laser lights fire up and spread out from the stage almost like angelic wings as the opening lyrics of “Unholy” rumble over the sound system.

"I was there through the ages
Chained slaves to their cages
I have seen you eat your own"

Mitchell: Oh my goodness, it is! The rumors are true, ladies and gentlemen!

The laser lights shut out, leaving the arena in near total darkness. Suddenly a bolt of lighting strikes the stage and the lights come back up. The stage is now engulfed in smoke. The crowd is on their feet, waiting for what feels like forever.

"I'm the cycle of pain
Of a thousand year old reign"

Just then, Micheal Graves walks out from the smoke as the crowd pops at the sight of him.

Mitchell: Micheal Graves is here! Graves is the newest Icon to sign with Iconic Professional Wrestling!

Graves hesitates for a moment, looking around the National Guard Armory and soaking in the warm reaction. Finally, he sets off down the ramp and slides into the ring. He quickly approaches the ropes and ask for a microphone. Graves then walks back to the center of the ring and starts to speak, but pauses in an effort to allow the crowd to die down first.

Crowd: MICHEAL GRAVES! *CLAP CLAP*CLAP CLAP CLAP* MICHEAL GRAVES *CLAP CLAP*CLAP CLAP CLAP* MICHEAL GRAVES *CLAP CLAP*CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Mitchell: This crowd is electric from the appearance of "The Dark Warrior"!

Graves waves the crowd off, asking them to settle down. For the most part they do, but about 30 or 40 percent continue to chant.

Micheal Graves: Ya know, it was almost 20 years ago when I first laced up a pair of boots and entered this crazy world. 20 years ago, I was just a punk kid looking to make a living by doing the one thing that I was good at... Hurting people. They say that with age comes change, and that's true. Over the years, I've made a lot of changes in my life. About 10 years ago I changed my style and quit hitting the ropes as much. I did that because I was getting older, and those moves were becoming increasingly harder to pull off night after night.

Mitchell: It's true, Micheal Graves used to be a pretty respectable high flyer for a guy his size.

Micheal Graves: Yes, age brings change. Some things you change willingly and others you change because you just don't have an option. I'm 46 years old, how many of you knew that?

Graves pauses for a response, but all you can hear is general crowd noise.

Micheal Graves: For the last few years of my career, all I've heard is how I'm over the hill, how I need to retire from in ring competition.

A low but audible section of the crowd begin to boo at that statement.

Micheal Graves: That's a change that I have resisted for what some may say is too long.

The crowds displeasure begins to grow louder and more noticeable. Graves pauses for dramatic effect, allowing for the crowd to grow louder and louder.

Micheal Graves: WELL TO THOSE PEOPLE I SAY FUCK YOU!

Huge pop from the crowd!

Micheal Graves: I don't care if I'm 46 or 76, there isn't a single fucking person that you can stand in front of me that I can't break down and make look foolish! IPW, Joshua Samson, put your roster on notice, because I haven't come here to spend my "GOLDEN YEARS" fading away into the night. I've come here to do what I have done consistently for the last 20 years, kick ass and capture gold!

The crowd pops again, liking what they've heard as Micheal Graves drops the microphone and exits the ring.

Mitchell: Strong words from Micheal Graves here tonight, the question is, can he back them up come the very near future? Until then let’s get right into the next Metal match!

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a fifteen minute time limit!

The crowd explodes in cheers.

"I Get Off" by HaleStorm starts to play as Tiffany comes walking out to the ring the fans give a mixed reactions as she walks down the entrance as she gets to the ring she jumps up on the mat doing the spilts as she slides in under the bottom ropes.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Manhattan, New York….weighing in one hundred and thirty pounds...standing at a height of five feet five inches….she is TIFFANY PRADDDDDAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: At the last Metal Tiffany suffered a tag team loss along with her partner Savannah. After the match she and Savannah beat down Stasi Herveaux and Jessie Roberts. And from the security footage we saw at the top of the show, Tiffany and Savannah came to blows backstage after the match. So tonight Tiffany is looking to get singles victory in her first singles match.

With ”Mama Said Knock You Out” by LL Cool J playing in the background Jessie walks out onto the stage and starts to bounce around trying to get loose. She waited for a few moments before she walked down and slaps hands with a few fans as she does this before she stops at the steps slapping the top of them before getting in the ring. She then get in and bounces around then if she is out on her own look at the enterance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.

Torres: And coming next...she hails from Iowa City, Iowa….she weighs one hundred and forty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….she is the “Hawkeye Warrior”....JESSIE ROBERTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: The Hawkeye Warrior will be looking to regain some single victory momentum she lost while at EHWF before taking a leave of absence for a month.

Tiffany and Jessie both focus on one another as they wait for the referee to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---Tiffany Prada vs. “Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

Jessie decides that she is going to use her quickness to her advantage almost immediately, running across the ring and hitting Tiffany Prada in the chest with a few quick chops.

Crowd: Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!

Tiffany manages to create a bit of space between herself and Jessie with a hard elbow shot that sends Jessie staggering. Tiffany grabs Jessie and tries to shoot her across the ring, following in close pursuit to keep the Hawkeye Warrior from picking up speed. Unfortunately for her, Jessie is able to use the ropes to her advantage—springboarding off of them and catching Prada with a crossbody block! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two...

Thre...Tiffany is able to kick out in time!

Tiffany tries to pull herself back up to her feet, looking shocked that Jessie was able to use her quickness that effectively. Jessie bounces off of the ropes before Tiffany can reach her feet and catches her by surprise with a running dropkick! Tiffany crashes hard to the mat. Jessie positions herself over her and then leaps into the air---landing on Tiffany’s chest with a double stomp! She then drops down and goes for the cover once again.

One…

Two…

Thr...Tiffany kicks out a second time!

Mitchell: Jessie's quickness has been a problem that Tiffany Prada just doesn't have an answer to in the early-going of this one!

Jessie grabs Prada and tries to drag her back up to her feet. She hits her in the mouth with a few forearm shots to try and wear her down. Jessie bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up speed. Unfortunately for her, Tiffany Prada steps forward and grabs hold of Jessie! She lifts Jessie into the air and slams her down to the mat with a suplex!

Jessie tries to bring herself back up to her feet, but Tiffany bounces off of the ropes and surprises her with a big clothesline! She tries to bring herself back up to her feet once again, but the former wrestling company owner closes the gap between the two of them quickly and delivers a Russian leg sweep! Tiffany hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two...

Thre...Jessie is able to kick out!

Mitchell: Ohmigosh! Tiffany Prada almost had Jessie Roberts there!

Tiffany Prada grabs Jessie Roberts and starts to bring her back up to her feet. Tiffany hits her with a European uppercut that sends Jessie stumbling back a few steps. Tiffany steps toward her and hits Jessie with a second European uppercut for good measure. Tiffany then tries to wrestle Jessie in, setting her up for a swinging neckbreaker. Jessie spins her way out of Prada's grasp. She positions herself behind her and waits for Tiffany to turn around and face her. Once she does, Jessie leaps into the air and kicks him in the back of the head with an enziguri! The impact sends Prada back into the ropes, though she lets her momentum carry her forward as she practically spears Jessie out of her boots!

Mitchell: It's hard to prepare for something like that, but it was definitely a veteran move by Tiffany Prada! Wow!

Jessie groggily tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Tiffany quickly closes the gap between the two of them and nails Jessie with a hard elbow shot, and then a second. Jessie groggily falls to one knee. Tiffany sprints forward and delivers her Classact (shining wizard)!

Mitchell: Tiffany with the Classact! Stick a fork in Jessie because this one looks like it’s done!

Tiffany hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Three!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Tiffany Prada!!!

Mitchell: What an incredible display of wrestling we have witnessed between these two Lady Icons but in the end it was Tiffany Prada that emerged victorious! This was exactly what Tif---hold on, where did SHE come from?!

While Tiffany Prada has her arm raised by the referee, Savannah rolls into the ring behind her. She immediately launches herself at Prada, who realizes her peril a second too late as the Wild Cat Pounces (second rope spear) her hard in the small of the back, sending her to the mat with Savannah on top of her!

Mitchell: This feud between Tiffany and Savannah has just escalated to another level! Can you say blood feud?!

Officials flood down to the ring in order to separate the two Lady Icons as the show fades to an advertisement.

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The Metal stream fades into the office of one Joshua Samson, Esquire, the owner of Iconic Pro Wrestling. His wife, Astrid Sedin, was sitting alongside him on the couch, dressed and ready for her match as she furiously taps her fingers on the screen of her iPhone X. Joshua sits there, looking at her, as she appears to be a bit agitated.

Astrid Sedin: I don’t get why we have to do this interview with her. Couldn’t you hire another, less annoying backstage interviewer?

Joshua Samson, Esquire: The interview has to be done because we’re operating a business, Astrid. The business runs on sponsors and in order to attract the sponsors we have to give them marketable assets i.e Lady Icons like yourself.

He reaches over and gently moves a few strands of hair out of her face.

Joshua Samson, Esquire: And the reason why we didn’t hire someone else is because one, she’s a longtime friend, and two, Butterscotch is extremely good at her job.

Astrid Sedin: She’s also extremely good at being a raging…. you know what I’m talking about. You also know that I can’t stand her and yet… here we are. And she’s late… I have a match later tonight.

As if on cue there is a light knocking at the door. Samson gives Astrid a wink, mouthes “be nice,” and pushes himself up from the couch to make it over to the door. Pulling it open, a smiling Butterscotch Monroe stands before them.

Joshua Samson Esquire: Right on time, Bee.

Butterscotch Monroe: It’s a madhouse out there, Joshua. A madhouse in a good way but a madhouse nonetheless.

The two friends share a mutual laugh.

Joshua Samson, Esquire: Please come in. Astrid is waiting for you.

Astrid Sedin: Oh I am sure as hell not doing this alone. YOU said it was going to be the both of us. I waited 20 plus minutes for her to come… you can sit and suffer through a 5 minute interview or however long it’s going to be.

Astrid puts her phone to her side and folds her arms across her chest, glaring at Butterscotch. The journalist strides into the room and takes a seat on the love seat adjacent to the couch.

Joshua Samson, Esquire: Sorry, Astrid, but duties calls elsewhere. I’ll be back before you go out for your match.

Not giving his new wife a chance to rebuttal, Samson swiftly walks out of the room and closes the door behind him.

Astrid Sedin: Fuckin’ prick! Not like I have better things that I could be doing. UGH!

After shaking her head, Astrid quickly ran her fingers through her hair before making eye contact with Butterscotch.

Astrid Sedin: Don’t just sit there like a doe in the headlights. My time is a lot more precious than yours so let’s get this going.

Butterscotch Monroe: I thought you abandoned the fake attitude a while ago, Astrid. It does nothing for your mental and will definitely make you look older far before your time.

Astrid Sedin: BITCH WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO?! Because I sure as hell know you’re not calling me fake! And you look older than me so I’d keep my mouth shut if I were you or I will make sure it remains that way. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I wasn’t a bitch to everyone? I’d be just like that idiot Savannah.

Butterscotch stifles a chuckle.

Butterscotch Monroe: I look older than you because I am older than you, little girl. But I’m not here to get into a pissing contest with you, Astrid. The wrestling world wants to know what is store for you now that you’ve transitioned from EHWF to IPW?

Astrid Sedin: Then do your damn job and get ready for this interview you’ve kept me waiting for.

Butterscotch Monroe: The interview has started, Astrid. I’ve asked you a question.

Astrid Sedin: Well then you freakin’ should’ve said something instead of assuming that I was ready. Did you even think to ask if I was ready? NO! But to answer your question… the same thing is instore for me here in IPW as it was in EHWF. I’m poised to go after the IPW title when it comes time to it. And if Joshua is smart he’ll make sure I’m in the first title match because he owes me as much. I had that #1 contender contract in my hands and it is legally binding. I just wish some of the other idiots from Anarchy came with because I very much enjoyed making them look like fools time and time again.

Butterscotch Monroe: Do you feel that it’s fair that you should be placed in a championship match right off the bat?

Astrid Sedin: I’ve proved for the better part of the last year and a half that I’m one of the best competitors in EHWF and do you really think that’s changed considering that half the roster came from EHWF? NO! I’m better than Oliver… I’m better than Aaron… the only one I’ve got losses against is Brianna and that’s all going to change tonight. Just because I’m married to the boss doesn’t mean that my talents and accomplishments should be discredited. Joshua isn’t Michael Rissi and I’m not Joanna… I actually have talent and didn’t have to fuck my way to title shots.

Astrid rolled her eyes as she let her arms slump down to her sides.

Butterscotch Monroe: Surely you’re aware of the locker room chatter? You weren’t present at the last Metal broadcast while everyone else was here debuting. Yet, you return and instantly are debuting in tonight’s main event match. Many feel that Iconic Pro Wrestling was created as a vanity project by Joshua just for you.

Astrid Sedin: My actual wedding was booked and paid for long before Iconic Pro even came to fruition. Joshua has been wanting to branch out on his own for months now and after Michael Bitch Boy Rissi announced he was going to put EHWF on hiatus, Josh and I both agreed that the time to open IPW had finally arrived. The show just so happened to come together a lot quicker than either of us planned. So don’t go making false, bullshit filled claims like that.

Butterscotch Monroe: No false claims at all. As I stated, it has been the locker room chatter; the thoughts and feelings of your fellow Icons. Surely as the wife of the owner those thoughts should weigh upon you, Astrid?

Astrid Sedin: Who’s said this? Savannah? Well you can’t take what that whore says to heart because she’s just a haggard old bitch who knows that she can’t get Joshua and who’s daddy had to buy her a job. Or was it Jessie Roberts, the woman who’s pretty notorious for failing? Maybe Ollie the Bitch who can’t stop crying since losing his precious Bad Blood Championship. Wait I know… it was Brianna Rissi who knows that she’s going to have to fight a hell of a lot harder here than she would in EHWF because her stupid cousin can’t give her everything she wants on a silver platter. I was the girlfriend then wife of the general manager before I was the wife of the owner. But I’m not just the wife of the owner… I’m an investor in IPW so I want to make sure that this place thrives. And what better way for that to happen than with someone of my standing to hold the title.

Butterscotch Monroe: So you have no regard for what your roster feels?

Astrid Sedin: This country has the wonderful thing called the Bill of Rights and on there is freedom of speech. People are going to say what they want because well… they can. And any hate that comes out of their mouths is nothing but pure jealousy regardless of its validity. Most of this roster is haters and I’ve been dealing with haters since I signed with EHWF. I am used to shutting them up though and I’ll keep doing just that.

Butterscotch Monroe: So it’s safe to say that you’ve missed my point entirely. Let’s move on then. Tonight you team with your rival Oliver Black to face off against Aaron Koston and your other rival Brianna Rissi. Over the past few weeks it seems that Brianna seemingly had a change of heart and is seeking to making amends with you and become your BFF. What is really going on with that situation?

Astrid Sedin: I have no clue what’s going on in that crazy bitch’s head. But this new found obsession of hers with me is really starting to piss me off. We teamed ONE time and she hasn’t let up this BFF thing since. She’s bipolar and in desperate need of some meds.

Butterscotch Monroe: You have expressed your verbal professional respect for in the past, has her behavior changed that respect now? Will any of that play a factor in the tag team match against her tonight?

Astrid Sedin: She used to have my respect but that’s pretty up in the air right now. She wants to be my BFF but yet flips out on Twitter when I speak the truth. Like I said… she’s bipolar. I still highly dislike her though and I do want to get a win over her since she’s got two over me. I’ll do everything within my power, and maybe even the rules, to do so.

Butterscotch Monroe: Well thank you for your time, Astrid.

She stands to her high heels and looks down at the Lady Icon.

Astrid Sedin: What more do you want to know? Or is there some other reason why you’re staring at me like a lion does a hunk of meat?

Butterscotch Monroe: I was just admiring your beautiful wedding ring. Isn’t that the same ring I saw on your finger months ago once before?

Astrid Sedin: Uh duh… why would I make him buy me another one? Quit acting like you don’t already know Butters.

Astrid shook her head as she picked her phone back up.

Astrid Sedin: Anything else you want to annoy me with?

Butterscotch Monroe: Why the lie? If you and Joshua were married before two weeks ago why hide that from everyone?

Astrid Sedin: What do you think I am lying about? I have nothing to hide. It’s all out in the open.

Butterscotch Monroe: I suppose you don’t now, Astrid, I suppose you don’t. Well good luck in your match tonight and congratulations on your wedding.

Astrid Sedin: Oh quit acting like you don’t already know. Or are you pissed off that you weren’t the one to break the news that we’ve been married since May, losing out on that chance to a 13 year old?

Astrid’s lips twisted up in the corners as her signature smirk came upon her face.

Butterscotch Monroe: I’m not acting as if I didn't know. Like I stated, I’m curious why the lie leading up to the wedding if you were already married? I’ve known Joshua for years and although he is a fairly private person when it deals with his personal life being married isn’t something he would deny the world to know, especially if he truly loves the woman he married.

Astrid Sedin: Nobody ever asked so there was no reason to say anything. We were never lying and like you said, he’s a private person. We made it pretty obvious a few times but people were too stupid I guess to pick up on it. That’s not my fault… or his. You have every opportunity to “break the news” but yet you kept it to yourself. So… that’s you’re fault.

Butterscotch Monroe: Joshua is my friend, Astrid. Always has been, always will be. I was never on the hunt to “break the news”. I just found it very...peculiar that Joshua would have kept this under wraps.

Astrid Sedin: Like I said… we made it obvious a few times but nobody caught on. That’s not our fault people are too stupid.

Butterscotch Monroe: Fair enough.

Butterscotch glares at her with a raised eyebrow.

Butterscotch Monroe: Again good luck in your match.

The backstage reporter turns and walks toward the door. With one last glance back over her shoulder, Butterscotch shakes her head in disapproval before opening the door and walking out.

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The Metal returns to Herbert Torres standing center ring.

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a fifteen minute time limit!

The Downfall of Us All by A Day to Remember begins to blast throughout the PA system as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the raven haired lady, Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area by stepping through the black curtain. She is holding her hands behind her back as she slowly and powerfully walks to the top of the ramp with a smirk upon her face. Once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as a wide smile makes it way across her lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp. At the halfway point, she starts skipping sideways, swinging and crossing her arms in front of her a few times, until she reaches the bottom where she stops and puts her hands back before her back as she smiles again. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up right away, Stasi puts her back to the ropes and smiles before removing her studded black leather ring jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.

Torres: And their opponent...coming to the ring first hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is STASI HERVEAUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: And there is the very exotic Anastasi! Though she might be a rookie, Stasi is riding high in the wrestling world with a winning streak starting in the Division wrestling company and continuing at the last Metal broadcast! And I must say Happy belated Birthday to you, Stasi!

With a cry of the wildcat and a crack of the whip ”Wildcat” by Jim Johnston begins to play over the arena's PA- and the Wild Cat Savannah appears from backstage! Dropping her robe to reveal ringwear meant to test the venue's (and the network's) decency regs she begins to make her way to the ring- stopping here and there, teasing friend and foe alike with a smile on her face as she enjoys herself. Her flirting ways don't stop at the ring, either, teasing the ref just as badly as she teased the Tyler Mitchell.

Torres: Her partner for tonight...coming to the ring next hailing from Seattle, Washington...she weighs in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is the “Wild Cat”....SAVANNAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: Savannah is definitely living up to her nickname. We have already seen her moments ago at the end of the Tiffany Prada/Jessie Roberts match getting some get back on Tiffany! She’s going to have to keep eyes in the back of her head because you have to believe that Tiffany isn’t going to just let the attack slide!

DING DING DING!!

---Stasi Herveaux vs. “Wild Cat” Savannah---

The two Lady Icons walk out to the middle of the ring. Uncharacteristically, Savannah extends a hand and Stasi stares at it as if this is a foreign concept. Stasi tentatively reaches out her own hand, the crowd screaming for her not to shake it.

Mitchell: Don’t do it, Stasi! Remember her post match attack on you last Metal!

Savannah persists that Stasi shakes her hand. Stasi looks to the hand and then out to the booing crowd.

Crowd: Don’t do it! Don’t do it!

Stasi looks back to Savannah’s extended hand before forcibly slapping it away to the delight of the onlooking crowd. Savannah scowls.

Mitchell: Way to go, Stasi!

The Lady Icons circle each other, both looking for the right angle. They lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up and almost immediately Stasi steps in and gives Savannah a deep arm drag. Savannah lands hard on her rear and Stasi takes a standing armbar, making sure she stands almost perfectly over the top of the Wild Cat. Savannah turns and rolls the rookie down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

Th...KICKOUT!!!

As they start up, Stasi jumps into a knee strike to the face that sends Savannah into the ropes. As she bounces off, Stasi pulls her down into a tighter inside cradle.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Both Lady Icons get up to their feet. Stasi goes for a snap kick to the head. Savannah ducks and spins into a clothesline. Stasi goes down hard. Savannah drops an elbow and hooks her leg for a cover.

One…

Two…

Th...KICKOUT!!!

Stasi rolls her over into a crucifix pin.

One…

Two…

Th...KICKOUT!!!

As they start to stand up, Stasi tries for a backslide. Savannah overpowers her and takes her down into the backslide.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Mitchell: What a display of wrestling action by both these Lady Icons!

Savannah gets to her feet and Stasi jumps up into a spin kick that knocks Savannah towards the ropes. Stasi runs in behind her, rolling her back into an O’Connor roll that she then bridges over for the cover.

One…

Two…

Th...KICKOUT!!!

Mitchell: Stasi was a millisecond away from victory!

Stasi looks for a half nelson but Savannah turns in and takes her over for a belly-to-belly suplex. Stasi bounces up and Savannah shoves her into the corner. Stasi grabs the ropes, pops her legs up, and takes a headscissors. Savannah counters by pulling her out of the corner and dropping into a sitdown powerbomb.

One…

Two…

Thre...SHOULDER UP!!!

Mitchell: Though she has had a very drastic dastardly change of attitude lately, there is no denying Savannah is still a top tier wrestler! Proving it right there!

Stasi kicks Savannah in the mouth causing her to roll away. They both stand up and Stasi takes a front facelock. Savannah grabs her around the waist and fires her over into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Mitchell: Savannah damn near had her! But as I have always been told, close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades!

Savannah and Stasi get to their feet. Savannah punches her in the mouth. Stasi staggers back. She jumps onto the ropes and spins into a springboard kick to the face. Savannah goes down and Stasi pounces for a cover.

One…

Two…

Th...KICKOUT!!!

Savannah rolls her over into an inside cradle again.

One…

Two…

REVERSAL!!!

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Mitchell: Back and forth! Back and forth!

Stasi goes for a side cradle but Savannah shoves her off to the ropes. Stasi pops up and looks for a kick. Savannah ducks under the kick and then whips her off the ropes. Stasi turns and runs in the opposite direction, looking for Savannah. Stasi rebounds off and comes back running. Savannah goes for a shoulder tackle and Stasi manages to jump up into a leapfrog. Savannah keeps going, bouncing off the opposite ropes. Stasi catches her for a drop toehold. Savannah hits hard. Stasi immediately hooks her up in a scorpion crosslock.

Mitchell: REBEL YELL! Stasi has her submission move locked on!

Savannah tries to hold on as Stasi pulls the hold tighter and tighter. Savannah tries to hold on but is finally forced to tap.

Mitchell: STASI WINS! STASI WINS!

The referee calls for the bell and Stasi releases the hold, standing up, nodding forcefully.

Torres: The winner of this match via submission...Stasi Herveaux!!

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The Metal stream returns to arena where Herbert Torres is standing ring center.

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the METAL MAIN EVENT! It is a Tag Team match scheduled for ONE FALL with a fifteen minute time limit!

The attending crowd explodes in cheers!

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina...he weighs in at two hundred and eleven pounds...standing at a height of six feet even….he is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion...he is “The Artist”....AARON KOSTOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights go dark as "Miami Showdown" begins to play over the speakers. A single spotlight races up the ramp to the top of the stage. There a hooded man steps into the halo of light and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. At the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood to reveal himself to be Aaron Kostan, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps. He wipes his feet on the apron, scanning the crowd before stepping through the ropes.

Mitchell: Aaron seems focused and determined here almost as if a dark cloud or weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

Torres: And his partner hailing from Melbourne, Australia….she weighs in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet….she is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….BRIANNA RISSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna makes her way down the rampway.

Mitchell: Brianna has quite literally changed the most out of all the EHWF Transplants. Savannah has a had a complete makeover that can be viewed as a positive but Brianna’s mental can be almost viewed as a breakdown.

Torres: Coming to the ring next making her Iconic Pro Wrestling debut...hailing from West Chester, Pennsylvania...weighing in at one hundred and one pounds...standing at a height of five feet even….she is the Iconic Queen….ASTRID SEDIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid takes in the crowd’s energy before turning back to where she came and motioning for someone to come out and join her on the stage. That was when she was joined by the ever so intimidating Daveena.Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk reappeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.

Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid scowls and smirks at the same time towards the ring before heading off to the right hand side while holding her hands towards the fans as if to say “talk to the hand”. She quickly hops onto the ring apron and gets to her feet, looking out at the crowd as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes before bending her knees and quickly entering under the middle rope with a twirl. Holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd with Daveena simply standing behind her, arms folded across her chest and a stern look upon her face.. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the tope one with Daveena just off to her side, her music slowly fading out.

Mitchell: Astrid making her debut tonight after missing the last Metal due to being away on her nuptials. You can best believe that she will be looking to make a major impact in this tag team match tonight!

The lights in the arena go out, the crowd pops as the pitch black twinkles with the light of cell phones. A slow melodic chime of reassembling a child's jack in the box plays through the speakers. A few lights flicker on stage, a guitar, base and drums all chim in slowly keeping beat with the creepy chimes. But then all goes silent.

NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)

With the opening scream of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold echoes through the arena. The Nightmare Oliver Black pops up from a hole in the stage. The crowd erupts as Black stands center stage, black paint smeared under his eyes, a black nightmare bandana covering the lower half of his face.

Torres: Finally coming to the ring residing in Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is the longest reigning Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion...he is “The Nightmare”.....OLIVER BLACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings! Oliver stands their a moment soaking in the crowds reaction, before making his way to the ring.

You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!

Mitchell: This is quite the odd tag-team. There is no secret that Astrid and Oliver have no love lost between them. In EHWF Astrid was hot on the trail of obtaining a match against Oliver for his Heavyweight Championship; getting as far as securing a contract for the match before leaving EHWF.

The stream pans out to the audience and spots a familiar face within the crowd: Jason Dave. He waves to the camera, a ticket in hand, before jumping the barricade. He heads over to the commentators desk and takes the empty seat and headset.

Jason: This seat taken?

Mitchell: Well no it is not. This is definitely a surprise, Jason. Aren't you banned from appearing at tonight’s Iconic Professional Wrestling event?

Jason: Listen here Tyler, I paid my ticket to get here so Samson can’t say nothing.

Mitchell: Fair point, well ladies and gentlemen we will have another main event with special guest Jason Dave on the commentary!

In team Astrid/Oliver's corner, the two debate for a moment on the subject of who should start the match. The Nightmare tells Astrid that he's got it and moves to step forward to begin the match. The Iconic Queen has none of it, pushing him back, and charging onward toward the center of the ring where Aaron is bravely waiting.

Jason: Hopefully we see a better showing from Aaron and especially Mister Ollie Black.

DING DING DING!!

---Metal Main Event: Tag Team Match: “The Artist” Aaron Koston and Brianna Rissi vs. Astrid Sedin and ”The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Aaron charges in with an attempted collar-and-elbow tie up. Astrid ducks under and runs into the ropes to bounce back with more speed to catch Aaron with a dropkick to the knee.

Mitchell: Nice little reversal from Astrid.

Aaron swings with lefts and rights as he rises to his feet. When he finally gets within striking distance, Astrid does a great job of dodging before finally putting an end to it with a swift knee into Aaron's ribs. Aaron doubles over. Astrid is quick to grab him by the hair and deliver another hard knee to his skull. Aaron drops back and Astrid hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Two...Kickout!

Jason: Tyler, I want to let you know on a little secret.

Mitchell: What's that, Jason?

Jason: Aaron was supposed to be the next big thing at EHWF. Could you have guessed that by what he's shown?

Mitchell: In his first match last Metal I saw flashes of it at best to be honest. Maybe a fresh start here in Iconic Professional Wrestling will benefit him?

Aaron tries to make it across the ring to his tag team partner, but Astrid has none of it, stomping him in the dead of the back and pinning him in place. She grabs another handful of his hair and drags him back into her corner, where she tags in Oliver and climbs out.

Jason: Samson really likes his women strong. Astrid with a strong display right here.

Oliver begins viciously stomping on Aaron's upperbody, shoving the referee back anytime he tries to get in the way, before finally picking Aaron up. Oliver drags the Artist to the center of the ring and begins setting up for some sort of slam. Aaron manages to break free before it can be completed. With space and surprise on his side, Aaron takes advantage with a well placed toe kick to the gut. And then another to the chest. Oliver staggers back and then moves right into a hard clothesline that sends him hard to the mat. Aaron rolls over into a pin.

One...

Two...

Th..Kick out!

Mitchell: That's what people must have seen in him. Aaron has done well to rebound.

Jason: He has flourished in his tenure in this business. He's gone from shitty to mediocrity.

Both Icons stagger up to their feet. Aaron goes for another clothesline however this time Oliver ducks and locks Aaron up to attempt a full-nelson slam. Aaron breaks free after a series of elbows and jumps right into a jumping neckbreaker attempt. Oliver holds onto the top rope to keep from falling victim.

Oliver tosses Aaron out onto the Armory floor and follows after him. Oliver takes Aaron's head and smashes it against the announce table. Glaring at Jason, Oliver shoots him a middle finger.

Jason: Go on buddy, give me the finger all you want. We know you wanna fuck me, we know your homosexual ways.

Jason takes off the microphone for a moment and rises to his feet. Exchanges a few words with Oliver, before taking his seat and putting the headset on once more.

Mitchell: What was that all about?

Jason: Ollie being way in over his head. He's focused on me, a paying customer when he should be focused on entertaining me. Joshua, wherever you are, how do you let your professionals do this?

In the ring, Astrid is making her way over to help, but Brianna beats her there, knocking Oliver away with a few quick kicks. Astrid shoves Brianna back but before the two can attack one another Aaron charges in and takes out all three of them with a running front flip.

Mitchell: Everyone takes a tumble!

Rummaging under the ring, Oliver is first to his feet, weilding a kendo stick. He strikes Brianna across the skull with it and then makes his way to Aaron. He tries to strike him, but Aaron rolls away, causing the kendo stick to break against the steel steps. Oliver throws away the broken pieces and looks for another toy under the ring.

Astrid stumbles up to her feet while Brianna struggles to hers. Oliver rises once more, this time with a steel chair. He swings at Brianna but she manages to jump out of the way, leaving Oliver nothing but apron to strike. He goes around the ring looking for Aaron but when he turns the corner he is blasted by a fire extinguisher. The fumes blinds him just enough for Brianna to charge in and tackle them both over the guardrail and into the crowd.

Mitchell: This woman has become totally unhinged!

Jason: Is this a No Disqualification match? I wasn't informed. Either way, these fans are getting an intense bout for a house show.

Mitchell: I haven’t gotten any official word either. The referee is giving everyone A LOT of leeway so far.

Aaron finds himself surrounded. On one side is Astrid wielding a large screwdriver and on the other is Daveena wielding a hammer. They charge in but Aaron manages to take Astrid’s bodyguard out with the fire extinguisher and then dodges Astrid's screwdriver swing. She swings again, catching him by a hair along the cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

Jason: Jesus fuck, we got some blood flowing here right now and I'm not talking about the hard-on Ollie has for Aaron right now.

Mitchell: Really, Jason?! I must say that the views of Jason Dave are not the views of Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Meanwhile in the crowd, Brianna and Oliver are trading blows, until Oliver decides to slam Brianna's skull into the guardrail before tossing her over. He makes for the ring after climbing over the rail. Aaron dodges one last swing of the screwdriver, kicks Astrid in the gut, and slides into the ring.

Mitchell: This match looks to finally be getting back to normal!

Jason: Where was the count out call? Aren't these referees licensed and trained?

Mitchel: I have no idea, Jason, I'm just glad to see things finally back in the ring.

Aaron leaps back to his feet only to walk into powerslam position. Aaron wiggles in Oliver's grasp, causing just enough of a imbalance to break free. Aaron goes for yet another clothesline attempt which Oliver ducks. Oliver tries one of his own which Aaron ducks. Oliver leaps up and nails Aaron with a dropkick to the chest sending him falling back into his corner.

Jason: Gotta be on your toes there. That little moment is the difference maker between being a champion and a filler.

Mitchell: Let’s see if Aaron can rebound from that at all.

Back up on the apron, Brianna tags herself in. She climbs into the ring and releases a primal scream. Brianna charges and drops Oliver instantly with a flying forearm. Oliver rushes to his feet only to be assaulted by a series of kicks from seemingly all different directions. He is backed into the ropes where Brianna whips him back toward the center of the ring, only to catch him with a fast armdrag takedown upon his return.

Mitchell: You can tell Brianna's still feeling the effects of that guardrail! She's looking good but that look in her eyes doesn't look good at all!

Jason: She’s fine, she's fine. It's part of the job.

Oliver gets to his feet and Brianna tries another armdrag takedown. This time, he overpowers her and blocks the move. He picks Brianna up with ease and connects with a nasty looking Samoan drop. Shaking off the ache in his arm from the drag earlier, Oliver stands up and picks Brianna up to deliver a series of knee strikes to her chest.

Mitchell: Y’know Jason I'm actually glad you're here. I would like to ask you about what happened after the show. You and Brianna had some choice words. What was that about?

Jason: Look, Brianna is part of the Rissi family with myself. I have no direct bloodline to them, but they trust and treat me as one of their own. What happened with Brianna and I was nothing.

Mitchell: Clearly you listened and didn't bring your EHWF title, though.

Jason: Can't bring it in as a paying customer. Besides, she came to me later that week and we talked about what to expect from Aaron. I know him better than she does from EHWF. It's just family business y’know?

The knees lead Brianna to the center of the ropes. Oliver delivers a few forearm smashes before Irish whipping the woman across the ring. She comes charging back hoping to connect with a running dropkick. Oliver manages to push her legs away before they connect, leaving Brianna to crash to the mat hard. She climbs to her feet using Oliver's body to pull herself up only for him to plant her with a DDT. Oliver hooks the legs and covers.

One...

Two....

Th...Aaron dives on top of Oliver to make the save!

Mitchell: A true hero saves the day for Brianna!

Jason: Not today, Ollie.

Aaron hurries to his feet and starts stomping on Oliver as he makes his way up. Aaron goes for a right, which Oliver blocks, and gets a kick to the gut for his trouble. Oliver grabs Aaron and slings him over the top rope, sending The Artist crashing to the floor. When Oliver turns, Brianna attempts a high heel kick. Oliver manages to dodge it right on time. He grabs Brianna and connects with an Alabama slam.

Mitchell: Beautifully done by Oliver Black right there.

Jason: I can see everyone is starting to feel the effects of a match like this. It better not slow down.

Exhaustion taking over, Oliver reels back into his corner. He is surprised when Astrid aggressively tags herself in. Astrid climbs into the ring and the two share heated words for a moment. She struts over to Brianna and considers her next move. She decides against going for the pin, instead attempting to pick Brianna up. The move backfires when Brianna rolls Astrid up in a small package.

One...

Two....Oliver is quick to break the pin!

He hurls curse words at Astrid as the referee pushes him back to his corner.

Jason: Samson's girl has impressed me in the past, but tonight she seems to be off her game.

Mitchell: First time tonight I've heard you praise someone besides Brianna.

Jason: Look, Astrid is a good competitor, I think that she needs to realize that she isn't the queen of IPW. She's fooled herself into thinking she is and that's why you can see this overconfidence in her.

Both women climb to their feet to stare each other down. They circle for a bit before clashing in the center of the ring in a collar-elbow tie-up. Astrid takes advantage of the position swiftly, moving Brianna's head into a headlock. She manages to keep the hold for a moment or so before Brianna fights out with jabs to Astrid's side. Brianna pushes her off and goes for a kick. Astrid catches it and pushes Brianna back.

Brianna charges back with an attempted clothesline. Astrid ducks and catches Brianna with a hard kick to the head when she turns. Dazed from the kick, Brianna falls back into the corner. Astrid meets her again with knee after knee to the gut. But before she could get to ten kicks, Brianna fights back with elbows to the face. Once she has got Astrid back toward the center of the ring, the two Lady Icons begin trading blows: an elbow to the face, a knee to the gut, over and over again, along with some pretty harsh words between the two.

Jason: This is a classic cat fight. Not since Black Friday have I ever seen two woman mutilate each other like this!

Mitchell: I've seen much worse on Black Friday, but yes this is amazing!

The exchange comes to an end when Astrid ducks under one of Brianna's elbows and surprises her with a springboard spinning heel kick. The move erupts the crowd. Astrid stands, and notices Oliver asking for a tag, to which she responds with a middle finger salute.

Mitchell: Astrid is wasting time here! She needs to make the pin!

Jason: There is that overconfidence acting up, again!

Astrid signals for the end by tugging down her kneepad. She sets her feet and waits for Brianna to get to her feet. When she does, she charges in for facebreaker knee smash only to find Aaron jumping in the way. She decides against stopping and instead delivers the move to Aaron, laying him out instantly.

Mitchell: Aaron Kostan saving the day! At least for the moment!

With a smile on her face, Astrid looks down at the damage done completely forgetting about her intended target of Brianna. Rissi makes her remember by connecting with a slingblade as Aaron rolls out of the ring.

Jason: Blinded by her own ego, Astrid is paying for it now.

Oliver reaches out for the tag as Astrid slowly crawls over. Just as Astrid seems she is about to reach him, Oliver gives the Iconic Queen the finger before dropping off the apron. Astrid looks at him in enraged shock.

Jason: You have to be fucking kidding me. This is bullshit.

Jason removes the headset and rises to his feet.

MItchell: Jason, what are you doing?! Come back here!

Jason maneuvers around the announce table and clotheslines Oliver Black from behind.

Mitchell: Ohmigosh! Jason Dave has gone on the offense and assaulted Oliver Black!

Jason continues to strike Oliver with rights and lefts before dragging him to his feet. He places a firm boot to the gut, and puts him in a DDT position. Jason pats Oliver Black on the back and waves to the crowd. He offers a clean smile before hitting Oliver with Transcendence (corkscrew neckbreaker)!

Mitchell: Jason Dave just took out Oliver Black! Jason Dave’s presence has been felt here tonight for the second week in a row! Only this time, he's laid out Oliver Black!

Jason looks down at the lifeless body and jumps the barricade. Jason can be seen through the crowd, leaving the building for the night.

Mitchell: And just like that Jason Dave has left the building, folks!

In the confusion going on outside the ring, in the ring Brianna moves over, picks Astrid up by the hair, and drops her right back down with a Twist of Fate. She crawls toward the turnbuckle and makes the climb. Once she makes it to the top, she leaps off with a swanton bomb.

One...

Two....

Three!!

Torres: The winners of this match...the team of Aaron Koston and Brianna Rissi!!

Mitchell: What a main event, folks, what a night it's been!

Brianna gets to her feet. The referee lifts her arm high as Aaron returns to the ring to help celebrate.

Mitchell: Brianna Rissi pulled out a victory for her team and Jason Dave made Oliver Black pay for his discretion. Ladies and gentlemen, it's only going to get better from here! On behalf of everyone here on Metal, I am “Boy Wonder” Tyler Mitchell, thanking you for joining us tonight!

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