Chaos - 16 December 2019

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

REMEMBER:
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and their stunts should never be attempted without proper training.
PLEASE.
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME

The sound of feet hitting the walkway heralded the arrival of Zachariah Krahe and Lady Munin to the Iconic Arena. Krahe’s stride a measured deceptively lazy gait that keeps pace with Munin’s childish game of avoiding the cracks in the cement.

Zachariah Krahe: Are you sure this is what you want?

He asked flicking his cigarette out into the night and exhaling a plume of smoke.

Zachariah Krähe: I mean this isn't your typical venue, and playing here means staying in one place. It's not like their big enough to tour…

Munin laughed at his grumblings a bright happy sound that carried through the night air.

Lady Munin: Aww, don't be so glum chum. I know you don't like staying in one town, but trust me this is going to be fun. Besides, I do some of my best work in places like this.

Krähe grunts at her answer, obviously not convinced.

Zachariah Krähe: Fine. but are you sure you want to involve those two. I mean I could just drag out the car battery..."

He trails off noticing that the sound of her skipping steps have stopped. Turning he finds her looking at him with an expectant impish grin.

Shaking his head he plucks her small form off the ground, and sets her on the steps in front of him.

Lady Munin: Yes I'm sure, if you're going to do something big you go all the way...or you don't do it at all.

She turns to start skipping her way up the steps, leaving Krähe to shrug and follow behind.

Zachariah Krähe: Things are never so simple with you, but fine I'll play along...How do you plan to start?

Lady Munin: It starts the way it always starts. With three words…

Her steps start to act like punctuation mark for each word she says.

Lady Munin: Bombtrax...Bombtrax...Bombtrax.

She lands on the platform as an explosion goes off in the distance. As Krahe along with the camera swings around to look behind them they see a plume of smoke and fire reaching up to the sky in the distance where an IPW production truck is now no more. Krahe’s eyebrows raise comically when he turns back to look up at Munin whose expression screams satisfaction. She gives him a wink before disappearing through the door. He takes one more look at the destruction unfolding behind him as a fire truck can be heard approaching the scene, shrugs, and follows his partner into the venue. The camera then fades into the interior of the Iconic Arena.

~~

ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

“Saints of Los Angeles” by Mötley Crüe blares as the show pans about the capacity crowd of about a thousand or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “THE NEW REGIME: IS IT EVEN A THING ANYMORE?!”, “IPW NEEDS AARON KOSTAN BACK!”, and “WE MISS LADY BLISS!”.

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!

“TAPED LIVE FROM THE ICONIC ARENA IN SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA”

Nelson: As per usual, we have an action packed show for you this evening, including an Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship match.

Crumb: The people have been wanting him to put the title on the line more often given how many times others have defended it.

Rose: It’s cause he’s scared. If anything, he should be THANKING Brooklyn Holloway for drawing out yet another boring title reign.

Nelson: Can we please get back to what we are supposed to be doing? We can all talk about that match later when we get to it.

Rose rolls her eyes as Crumb nods his head.

Nelson: On the last Chaos, we saw Chris Crippler debut here in Iconic Professional Wrestling in a segment as well as Maggie D debuting victoriously against Captain All-Star. But tonight, we will be seeing them going against each other in Crippler’s in-ring debut.

Crumb: Chris Crippler hasn’t been seen around these parts for quite a long time. Last time we saw him… well to be honest I can’t even really remember when that was.

Rose: He was the least exciting member of the Samson Family back in that other company and disappeared almost as quickly as he came in. Trust me… he’s not worth remembering.

Nelson: Now last week, Cerberus was victorious in tag team action with Bill Ryder against Jessie Roberts and Jake Raab… but this time he will be going it alone against Tren Descarrilado.

Crumb: Tren hasn’t had the best of luck when it comes to his run here so far. Maybe tonight is the night when he turns it all around and things start to work out in his favor? And we all know Cerberus has a hard streak in him… and it can be pretty brutal.

Rose: Tren is living up to his name with quickly becoming a trainwreck. I doubt he’ll be sticking around too much longer because Brooklyn doesn’t keep things that aren’t worth it around.

Nelson: Jessie Roberts will be going up against Silver Kazama in what a lot are considering to be a true test for both of them.

Crumb: Silver Kazama has been out for quite a long time, he was here for a bit but then took an extended leave before returning at the last Chaos with quite an impact.

Rose: IPW is quickly becoming a retirement home. This is sad… sad, sad times. I think we need to get Mister Samson back before this company winds up going down the drain.

Nelson: Another person who’s recently made their return is Jason Dave who this week is going to be taking on Drake Jones.

Crumb: I just realized that they have the same initials… just inverted. DJ… JD… it made me laugh a bit.

Rose: Oh you’re just being too cheesy right now. Last time Jason was in a tag team match and now we get to really see if he still has it.

Nelson: And his partner in that match Eon Night will be going one on one against the “Iconic Queen” Astrid Samson. I am quite looking forward to this match myself to be frank.

Crumb: Astrid hasn’t faced anyone like Eon before so this match is going to be VERY interesting. And Eon… he’s not faced someone like Astrid before. So this is going to be a learning curve for both of them.

Rose: You two are giving ASStrid too much credit. Eon is going to steamroll over her. Or do you not remember what happened between her and Micheal Graves?

Nelson: I do… but none of that matters right now. Now, I did say that we could talk about the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship some more when it came time for it… so go on ahead.

Crumb: Rose said that Oliver should be thanking Brooklyn instead of complaining and I think she has a point because she could’ve been making him defend that each and every show.

Rose: This title reign has been boring just like his last one. Word on the street is that Oliver doesn’t like what I say about him. Well boo hoo, ya big whiny baby.

Crumb: To be fair, you could be a little bit nicer.

Rose: It’s a free country with freedom of speech. If people weren’t such big snowflakes nowadays they wouldn’t be so easily offended.

Nelson: And in our main event, we will be seeing the Iconic Professional Heavyweight Champion, Mike Mason, going up against Brianna Rissi in a non-title match that will for sure put Rissi at the forefront should she manage to pull out the victory.

Crumb: It is going to be a big hurdle for her to cross. She’s not been the same since she returned and if she can win tonight, it will be quite a Cinderella story for sure.

Rose: I doubt she can do much damage. Mike Mason beat Brady Vega and they’re pretty much the same size wise. I think Brianna’s going to wind up being a rag doll.

Nelson: With all that in-ring wrestling action we also have the debut showing of Oliver Black’s new segment called “Fade to Black”.

Crumb: Oh this should be good. I wonder who’s going to be his first guest?

Rose: Knowing that idiot it’ll be the ghost of his dead deranged daddy!

Nelson: And with that let us get right into this Chaos action!


Torres: The following DEBUT match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

The lights in the auditorium switch off as "Ultraviolence" By Cliff Lin begins to play over the PA system, as soon as the rift kicks in, the spotlights goes around the audience and the stage lights illuminate as Chris Crippler steps out from behind the curtain.

Torres: Coming to the ring from Colchester, Essex. England….weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds and standing at a height of five feet eleven inches….making his Iconic Pro Wrestling in-ring debut...he is CHRIS CRIPPLEEEERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

He casually strolls down the aisle way, ignoring the fans ringside, stepping up the ring steps to the apron and walking along to the middle. He gazes out at the crowd in attendance with a look of disgust before stepping through the ropes, Chris walks over to the opposite side of the ring, adjusting his wrist tape as he presses his back against the turnbuckles. The referee checks him for foreign objects as the music fades away.

Nelson: It is good to see a veteran such as Chris Crippler back on the scene after taking some much needed time off to heal.

Crumb: Even though his attitude and antics are much to be desired, I have to say that a wrestling world without Chris isn’t much of a wrestling world.

Rose: Pffftttt….what next? Tap is going to quit being the General Manager and get back into the ring too?

“Win” by Nasty Cherry plays over the Iconic Arena sound system ushering in Maggie D.

Nelson: This is a match that will have people on the edge of their seats. Both Icons hailing from across the pond in England.

Rose: That’s a little too simplistic, Patrick, this is what the Brits would call an old-fashioned case of North versus South.

Crumb: Chris wasted no time in the build-up to this match inciting that angle…

Rose: Mind games. Maggie looked good in her debut outing against Captain All-Star, another veteran, and Chris knows he might have some ring-rust to shake off.

DING DING DING!!!

---Debut Match: Chris Crippler vs. Maggie D---

The bell rings as the two Icons circle each other. Maggie D takes the initiative and goes for a tie-up but Crippler ducks out of it.

Rose: See, more mind games already. He’s looking to get into the head of Maggie D and make her doubt every action she takes here tonight.

The camera cuts in to see the veteran smiling and shaking his head at the rookie’s enthusiasm. Once more Maggie rushes to tie Crippler up but this time he looks to engage before throwing his hands in the air at the last minute as he steps away.

Nelson: You could be right there, Rose Marie. Crippler looks like he is enjoying taunting the rookie from Liverpool!

The annoyance on Maggie’s face is evident, she looks to the referee but her distraction gives the Colchester man a way into the match as he rushes the Liverpudlian with a knee to the gut before following up with a European Uppercut to his doubled up opponent to take her down to the mat.

Nelson: Classic bait-and-draw move there from the veteran.

Crumb: Maggie must have known coming into this match that Cap isn’t the same kettle of fish as Double C.

Rose: Double C?

Crumb: Just trying it out!

Soaking up the crowd’s boos Crippler tries to stay on the offensive with a measured elbow drop but Maggie D uses her agility to roll out of the way.

Nelson: Maggie is giving up a considerable weight disadvantage in this match and her speed is going to be her best friend tonight.

Both competitors are now back to their feet and Maggie D throws a kick but it’s caught by Crippler. He smiles to goad her but she finds only air when he ducks her enziguri and grabs a waist-lock.

Crumb: Maggie is certainly making sure she comes out all guns blazing but is that the smart move?

Rose: Well, she’s looking to match her opponent hold for hold...

Maggie D ducks out of it and grabs her own waist-lock on the larger man. She pushes him towards the ropes looking for a quick roll-up but Chris uses his wiles to step a leg through the ropes and with it gains time while the referee backs Maggie D away from him.

Crumb: Do you think Maggie is a Corbynista or Pro Bo-Jo?

Rose: Huh?!

Nelson: Politics, Rose Marie.

Rose: Keep that out of wrestling.

Maggie D now looks to approach Crippler but his ring-sense means she gains only an elbow to the jaw that rocks her before following it up with a stiff-looking clothesline that takes the twenty-three-year-old back down to the canvas. He picks her back up and gives her no time to recover when he snaps a suplex before kneeling her up to a seated position. He charges at her looking for a mule kick but she counters with a modified drop-toe-hold to take the veteran to the mat.

Nelson: Crippler showed his in-ring prowess there but do you think he is taking the rookie too lightly?

Crumb: Time will only tell…

Rose: Great insight there, Crumbum…

Crumb: Sorry, I just realized that Crippler is sporting the ‘Karen’ cut…

Rose: The ‘Karen’ cut?

Crumb: (sigh) Okay, boomer…

Rose: Karen? Boomer? Did you swallow a dictionary of memes in the Secret Santa?

Chris quickly rolls back to his feet, his annoyance clearly displayed across his face. Maggie stays on the attack, delivering alternate left and right high kicks to the chest and shoulders of her opponent.

Nelson: Maggie D is showing the same tenacity and fire she showed us last time out!

The crowd break into a ‘Let’s Go Mag-gie’ chant as the rookie starts to get a feel for the match. She delivers a quick forearm to the temple of Crippler before rushing behind him to the ropes and snaps back with a dropkick to the back of the legs.

Nelson: Rose Marie, if you take away the Crippler’s legs how does that affect his ability to break you down?

Rose: It’s definitely a good approach for Maggie D, she is the first one to admit she doesn’t have a defined style but she does have a definite speed advantage in this match-up!

She raises her arm to gee on the crowd as she leans into the ropes and charges at Chris looking for a Shining Wizard but the quick-thinking Crippler ducks down before popping back up with a jumping neckbreaker that stops Aggie Maggie’s momentum in its tracks.

Nelson: Maggie D perhaps overplayed her advantage by appealing to the crowd?

Crumb: She also underestimated the resilience of Double C…

Rose: Stop trying to make Double C happen, it’s not going to happen, Todd!

The camera quickly cuts to a shocked Todd Crumb before going back to the ring. Chris looks for the cover.

One...Maggie raises an arm to escape!

Crippler protests to the referee that he was slow on the count, his knee across the throat of Maggie.

Crumb: Come on, ref! He’s choking her!

Rose: Look, Crippler is an in-ring veteran, he has shown that throughout the match. A cynic would point to it hiding ring-rust but so far he’s in control.

Nelson: I very much agree.

He drags her to her feet by her hair and whips her into the corner. Taking no risks he follows her in at his own pace. He once more grabs her hair and delivers a couple of stiff jabs to the forehead of the Scouser. She tries to fight back but her boot to the midsection is caught. Crippler drags her out of the corner with a sadistic smile across his face.

DRAGON SCREW!

Nelson: Excellent counter from Crippler, you can see from Maggie D’s face she was not expecting that move and maybe should have scouted her opponent more if so.

He keeps on the pressure by holding onto the leg and viciously kicking the knee of Maggie before stepping his own leg through looking for a sharpshooter.

Rose: He’s looking for the Debilitator.

He rolls her over and the ref drops down to his knees to better read Maggie’s position. The camera picks up an audible cry of pain as Chris leans back into the hold to add to the pain.

Crumb: That looks locked in…

Nelson: If Maggie D was looking to take out Crippler’s legs then he has clearly seen her aerial threat as his first challenge. That hold is designed to wrench the back and without that base she is going to find leaping off her feet a struggle.

Rose: If she escapes…

Nelson: If she escapes...

Maggie looks to be in agony but she continues to fight as she inches to the ropes. She gets closer to safety as the camera picks up Crippler’s face changing from victorious to incredulity. She finally gets a hand on the bottom rope and the referee starts the count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Nelson: Maggie D did well to reach the ropes but Crippler is working the rules to their limit by not releasing that hold until the four!

Crumb: It’s frowned upon but not illegal!

Rose: Not in the least bit.

Finally, Crippler drops the hold and spreads his arms palms up as if to protest his innocence. Maggie can be seen slowly dragging herself to her feet although a momentary hand to her back tips-off the audience she might have felt the effects of the hold.

Nelson: Maggie D looks like she escaped the hold but she will not be forgetting about it anytime soon. Who knows what that extra four-count that Crippler held on for did to her?!

Chris smells blood and quickly kicks her in the stomach and grabs a front face-lock, clearly looking for the Crippler DDT.

Crumb: This could be it!

Maggie, in a last-ditch move, swivels out of it and goes for an Irish Whip...reversal! Maggie ducks what would have been a match-ending Lariat and comes back to the ropes...SPINNING HEEL KICK! Both Icons rush to their feet and Maggie makes sure with a Leaping Complete Shot!

Nelson: Maggie showing that she’s no-one’s fool has gone from facing almost certain defeat to being in the driving seat!

She wastes no time playing to the crowd, clearly smelling blood. She rushes off the ropes and as Crippler gets to his feet he is met by Maggie D tilt-a-whirling round him BUT HE FLIPS HER TO HER FEET....he grabs her as she struggles…ESSEX-PLEX!

Rose: That there is the difference between a ring vet and a rookie, he didn’t expect it but somewhere in his mind he had the reversal stored away and that dead-lift side-suplex variant has been the beginning of the end for many in this sport!

The crowd fall flat as their hero’s momentum is taking back down. Maggie scrambles on her knees, her back clearly having taken yet another blow to its already damaged state. Crippler circles her as she tries to use the middle-rope to get to her feet.

Crumb: He’s literally stalking her like a hyena on the serengeti!

He wraps his arms around her and spins her around straitjacket style…CRIPPLER DDT!!!!!

One…

Two…

THREE!

Torres: The winner of this match...Chris Crippler!

Nelson: Chris Crippler takes the win in his first match back!

Backstage Richard sits in a confessional promo area. His dark blond long hair is shaven on the left as a side mullet style, he has blue eyes and glasses. He's wearing a t shirt of the band My Chemical Romance, black sweat pants and red and white Velcro sneakers.

On his start/viral stardom:

I never know how to start. I've been alive for 25 years and I've been a wrestler for almost 13 years, 12 years and 11 months right now. It's been crazy: it's been the hell and it's been the fantasy you can imagine. It's really odd to be a millennial and have the experience I had when I started with social media not being a thing. I got into this accidentally and became this viral internet star, it's not like now where it's a given for a wrestler to be on Twitter and Instagram, I was treated terribly for being internet famous, now these veterans who used to ban me from the locker rooms are on twitter . I wasn't naïve when I started and everything blew up, I figured since that wasn't my intention to get into the business that way people would understand but they didn't care. Plus add all that drama to being a non-athlete and only 13 years old, if I was a prodigy I would've been able to blow everyone away and they'd get off my back. It really changed me. Plus I was in the worst years a person can be in their life when they have the spotlight on them, a teenager.

On his start in ring wise and his in ring style:

I'm very lucky I didn't get injured and I should have been. I went through tables, chair shots where much more major. Concussions were not viewed as intense as they are now.

I hated bumping I wasn't good at it, a wrestler can get up again because they are used to that if they have a background in football or wrestling , I still hate it { laughs*}, my style shows that. I have a huge fear of heights and I'm not flexible, even though I am a huge fan of cruiserweight style I can't do it I'm just the same height as cruiser-weights. So I can't be a highflier, I can't over power people and I have a very basic martial arts background, what can he do? People think , I think everyone underestimates how weak and sensitive the human body is.

There are 35 pressure points on the human body, 14 major. Other guys will over power their opponent, throw them around or dive on them, I just have to grind my heel on their ear or snap their fingers. Russian legsweep into the barricade will mess up your neck pretty bad. I'm not able to do much but what I can do should be illegal.

On his biggest injury /sabbatical:

I was 4 years in, I had gotten better as an athlete and in the ring, my dumb-ass decided " I can do a suicide dive, I've never done one before, all I do aerially is off the second turnbuckle but let's do a suicide dive. I messed it up, didn't hit all of it and I overreacted which any normal person would do with whip-lash. It was a four week recovery, I took off 14 months, I was too traumatized to step back into the ring, meanwhile I stuck around doing commentary for various promotions until I returned.

You can say a lot of things and tear me down but you can't take me down. I don't quit, I am unbreakable that's what makes me amazing, that's what makes me epic, so you better check yourself before you Dweck yourself.

~~

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

The sound of wailing sirens prelude the crack and whip of Nickelback’s opening chord, live coverage of the backstage area is displayed on the titantron; the hall is barely breathing with life as there are only a few stage handlers present; before too long a Herculean figure explodes from the men's locker room just off to the right. He storms the hall with fire - almost as red as his hair - in his eyes. During his expedition toward the stage entrance, he snatches a water bottle from the grip of a 'Make a Wish' child and impolitely shoves a member of the stage crew to the floor to his own appeasement. the fans however, aren't shy about letting him know how they feel, as they're showering him with jeers. When he's finally met the stage entrance, he decapitates the swiped water bottle, pouring most of it over his head prior to in-taking some of its refreshing taste and tossing it aside.

Nelson: Cerberus is continuing to show everyone his mean streak… but it leaves me wondering if that is all that he has going for him?

Crumb: I remember that back in EHWF he did brutally attack Olivia Rhodes after his debut before going on to become a member of the Samson Family.

Rose: And then he disappeared and wasn’t heard from until he reared his ugly head. And he’s been replaced by that same woman he brutally attacked.

Cerberus slices through the curtain to a wave of jeers that he just rides all the way down the ramp. There's a crooked grin of self-assurance on his face that matches the mischief of his raised left brow as he breezes by those at ringside. He pauses approximately three feet from the ring, glaring from one side of the arena to the pupil frying lights high above to the other side of the compound. He measures his target, then without any given warning rockets onto the apron showcasing the strength and balance in his legs. The big man slithers into the ring approaching the far east side of the ring where the cameras are usually stationed, playing up to them by shouting expletives to the audience just to garner a reaction out of them from atop of the turnbuckle.

"Parasite" by Andromeda plays ushering in Train Wreck. Train Wreck simply walks up to the apron, rolls in under the bottom rope, and makes his way into his corner, crouching and leaning against the turnbuckle.

Nelson: With two straight losses under his belt, Tren Descarrilaldo has got to win here tonight if he wants to have any hope of turning things around.

Crumb: Perhaps, his debut match with Eon Night took a lot more out of him that what we thought it did. He didn’t do too much in the tag team match last time either.

Rose: If he treasures his job, he’ll kick things into gear or he’s quickly going to find himself in the unemployment line.

DING DING DING!!

---Cerberus vs. Tren "Train Wreck" Descarrilado---

Both men start off the match in opposite corners before the referee ushers them to the center of the ring to start off the match. They circle each other before Descarrilado grabs Cerberus by the neck and hits him with a stiff knee to the abdomen. It brings the big man down to a knee and allows him to hit a straight kick to Cerberus’ face. He then goes for a cover.

One…

Tw…

Cerberus get’s his shoulder up!

Nelson: A good show of agility and speed by Descarrilado as he gets the big man down to a knee. That has got to be no easy feat.

Crumb: But there was a lapse of judgement on his end by going for the cover so early.

Rose: Clearly someone isn’t learning from their constant losses.

Tren grabs Cerberus’ head with both hands and tries to pull him up to his feet, but Cerberus turns things around by swatting Tren’s arms away and hitting a headbut to the middle of Tren’s chest. He sends Descarrilado down to the mat with a double arm DDT before quickly mounting him and hitting Tren with a series of punches. Cerberus then wraps his hands around Tren’s throat and begins to blatantly choke him while the referee tries to separate the two men. The referee is then forced to begin counting Cerberus out.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

RELEASE!

Cerberus releases his hold, leaving Tren to sputter as he tries to get his breath back. Cerberus grabs Tren by the wrist and in one swift movement, drags his face painted opponent up to his feet. He whips Tren off into the ropes and when he comes running back, Cerberus uses the ropes for a bit of added momentum to hit a shoulder tackle that takes Tren back down to the mat. Smirking, Cerberus pulls Tren’s arms backwards and locks in Chinvat Bridge (cattle mutilation).Tren starts to fight back and tries with everything he has to wiggle free.

Nelson: Clearly Cerberus was angered by Tren Descarrilado’s actions at the beginning of the match. He is going full tilt on the brutality front and showcasing his strength.

Crumb: I don’t see Tren making it out of this match on his own two feet. Cerberus is taking it to him and then some.

Rose: Been there… seen that… boring a-f.

Cerberus keeps this hold locked in for a few moments more before releasing it and getting back up to his feet. He looks down at Tren who’s struggling to crawl to the ropes and get back up to his feet. Cerberus shouts something at him before hoisting him back to his feet. He then gets all up in Tren’s face and mutters something inaudibly before lifting Tren onto his shoulders and executing a picture perfect The Raging Inferno (fireman’s carry cutter) and going for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… CERBERUS!!

Nelson: Cerberus winning in this match should not come as a surprise to anyone. The big man is now undefeated with two straight wins under his belt.

Crumb: The sheer brutality of this match should be enough to put all the Icons in the back on notice.

Rose: Let’s just see how long this lasts. He has been known to ghost people.

The scene cuts back from a commercial, and the camera catches a glimpse of Brianna Rissi skipping down the corridor. She wears her traditional wrestling gear, her hair hanging in two long ponytails over her shoulders. Her head bounces from side to side with each step as she makes her way to a door and comes to a stop. She is about to raise her hand to knock when a voice shouts down to her.

Butterscotch: Brianna! Can we get a word?

Brianna turns around and sees Butterscotch Monroe making a way toward her, a microphone in hand.

Brianna Rissi: I’m a little busy at the moment.

Attempting to ignore the backstage interviewer, she turns back to the door and raises her hand again.

Butterscotch: This will only take a moment.

Her hand still frozen in a fist position ready to knock, she lets out a frustrated sigh and lowers her hand and spins to face the senior interviewer. Brianna plasters a plastic smile across her lips and cocks her head to the side.

Brianna Rissi: What do I owe this pleasure?

Butterscotch: Last week, we got a glimpse of the Brianna everyone remembers when you took out Stasi Herveaux in a tag team match against herself and your opponent tonight, Heavyweight Champion, Mike Mason, as you teamed with Television Champion, Oliver Black.

Brianna Rissi: So?

Butterscotch: Do you think that match last week has helped you to prepare for your first singles match against the Heavyweight Champion tonight?

Brianna Rissi: No. I was basically in the ring with Stasi ninety percent of the time. Every time we’ve faced, we’ve never been in the ring together.

Butterscotch: What’s your strategy going into this match?

Brianna Rissi: That’s a stupid question. Why would I give away my game play?

Butterscotch: I was…

Brianna Rissi: Trying to get Mike Mason into your pants by giving him my playbook?

Butterscotch stutters a bit.

Butterscotch: N… No… I was just… Nevermind moving on. This week, you get the opportunity to take on the Heavyweight Champion in a one on one singles match, what do you hope winning this match will accomplish?

Brianna’s face becomes serious, and she glares at Butterscotch in a hardened way.

Brianna Rissi: I’m hoping that by defeating Mike Mason in this match, that I am exposing him for the fraud he truly is. He claims he's the “Bod God” of Iconic, but he’s only proven to be a coward and a child abuser.

Butterscotch: That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?

Brianna Rissi: How else would you describe it? Every time we’ve had a match, he’s left his partners high and dry. Ask the Sons of Gold. Ask Stasi Herveaux. No one is safe with him as a partner. He runs away. And as for facing Brady Vega, it was like smacking around a toddler. Besides Brady’s size, his mentality reached that of a preschooler.

Butterscotch: By defeating him this week, do you think that you’ll gain access to becoming a contender for his title?

Brianna Rissi: If this doesn’t work, then I’m hoping to expose the management of Iconic to being biased and keeping things in a repeated pattern of only certain names getting thrown out in the mix of title shots.

Butterscotch: What do you mean?

Brianna puffs.

Brianna Rissi: Look at the pattern. Aaron Koston was the first to hold both titles. Oliver Black was the second. I’ve only had one shot at the television title and when I won it, then lost it, I haven’t been thrown back into the mix. When Aaron Koston lost his first title, he got multiple rematches. When Corey Lazarus was around, how many attempts did management give him against Oliver Black for the heavyweight title? There are some, like Astrid Samson, whom have yet to receive a shot at one of the two titles in a while and she’s been consistent. You have those who may be middle card material, but that’s because they aren’t being bumped up. No wonder why Iconics become a revolving door for superstars and divas.

Butterscotch: Do you think that it’s because your a woman?

Brianna leans into Butterscotch.

Brianna Rissi: That seems to be apart of it. Only one female managed to earn a shot and win it. Bliss. And how long did she retain it? One day. She quit the following morning! Since her departure, management seems to think women can’t handle the pressure of being the Heavyweight Champion! Since Bliss, name one female that’s been worthy of earning a title shot?!

Briannas face starts to turn red, her voice getting louder.

Brianna Rissi: I’m sick of watching weaklings like Vega hold something meant for people who were born to be great, tarnishing the value of the gold over people much more worthy of it! Or meatheads like Mike Mason, who need to defeat weaklings like Brady Vega to seem like they are “magnificent”! It’s getting to a point of ridiculousness and sickening.

Butterscotch: But-

Brianna pushes Butterscotch against the wall beside the door, holding her forearm against the poor woman's throat. Her breathing has become labored, and Butterscotch’s eyes widen in surprise. Brianna’s eyes widen, and a sadistic smile spreads across her lips.

Brianna Rissi: You know… I’ve been in the need for a warm up match.... Maybe I should show Mike Mason how pathetic he looked when taking out someone weaker than he was, and bragging about what an accomplishment it was, by re-enacting that Heavyweight Title match here, right now….

Jason: Hello there.

From around the corner appeared Jason Dave, still dressed in a suit. It looked like he had just arrived at the arena, a little late. His eyes popped from his head and he tilted his head at Brianna with her forearm pressed firmly against a near unconscious Butterscotch Monroe.

Jason: A bit savage, don’t you think, little one?

Brianna turns her gaze from Butterscotch Monroes purple complexion over to the new intruder. Her sadistic smile changes to one of pure excitement.

Brianna Rissi: I dunno, for me you need to admit is relatively calm.

She turns back to Butterscotch Monroe, chuckling.

Brianna Rissi: You look nice. What are you late for? A conformity convention?

Her sadistic smile returns as she focuses back on the person at hand. Jason shook his head and offered a clean smile. He pushed his hair off to the side.

Jason: Traffic can be such a hassle sometimes. I am always dressed for comfort and I take the whole dress to impress seriously.

Jason places his arm between Brianna and Butterscotch and moves his body into place between the two women to avoid any further conflict.

Jason: What you decree to be calm is quite truthfully mistaken for savagery. Butterscotch is just trying to do her job, much like you will be tonight.

Brianna willingly lets Jason separate the two, keeping her eyes and smile aimed at Butterscotch. She takes a step back and rocks back on her heels, her hands clasped behind her. She watches as Butterscotch’s hand raises to her throat and her breathing picks up to get oxygen in her. Brianna looks pleased with her work.

Brianna Rissi: But unlike Butterscotch here, I’ll get my job done.

Brianna’s appearance then transforms into a look of innocence as she gazes at Jason Dave, a genuine smile on her face. Brianna then rushes over to him in excitement and wraps her arms around his neck, jumping up to embrace him, giving the crowd a 180 experience.

Brianna Rissi: JD! O M G! You made it!

Jason pried Brianna off of his neck.

Jason: Watch the neck, please. You know I’m sensitive bearing any strain on my neck.

Jason created some breathing space between him and Brianna before continuing.

Jason: That was quite the turn around there, is everything alright?

Brianna Rissi: Yup! Everything is tip top! Especially now that you’re here!

She turns back to Butterscotch.

Brianna Rissi: I am sooo sorry. I know you were just trying to do you job, Butter. Some people are just better at doing their job than others. I just sometimes get a lil carried away. JD knows a thing or two about that.

Giggling, Brianna holds out her hand to Butterscotch, and Butterscotch just glances at it before extending it to grasp Briannas. The camera continues to roll, panning out as Butterscotch departs the scene. Brianna turns back to Jason Dave.

Brianna Rissi: So, are you ready for your match tonight? It’s your first singles match in a while, right?

Jason Dave: Yea it’s been a bit. What do you say we grab a drink later this week and talk about it after? I have a business meeting of sorts tonight that I need to attend.

Brianna raised her eyebrows and narrows her eyes in suspicion.

Brianna Rissi: What kind of business meeting?

Jason chuckles.

Jason Dave: Not one you need to worry yourself over, little one.

She lights up at the sound of his term of endearment for her.

Brianna Rissi: well, good luck tonight! Not that you’ll be needing it.

She hugs him lightly before he heads off down the hall, and her smile slightly falters, but still looks amused.

Brianna Rissi: Business meeting my ass.

She turns her focus back to the door she was going to knock on before Butterscotch interrupted her. She rapidly pounds her fist to the door then rocks back on her heels. The door swings open and Oliver Black appears in the frame. He looks down and Brianna smirks.

Oliver Black: so you’re the reason for the disturbance out here. I should have known. You know I’m preparing for Fade To Black. What’s up?

Brianna Rissi: We've gotta talk, mate.

Black states down at her then nids his head once and moved aside letting her in. He shuts the door behind her, and the scene fades.

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Join #TheMovement

A loud bang from somewhere in the bowels of the Iconic Arena interrupts the proceedings of the show, and the cameras shoot backstage to a hallway that is rapidly filling with smoke from an open door that reads ‘Locker’ on its face. Suddenly a half-dressed male body bursts from the smoky portal and slams into one of the concrete walls. As the man looks up the hallway, the camera picks up none other than Captain All-Star. From under his mask his right eye socket is starting to darken from being struck, and he finds himself on wobbly legs as he tries to make his way down the hall.

Suddenly a second figure emerges from the smoke, tearing down the hall in hot pursuit of Captain All-Star, who turns just in time to take a running forearm strike that sends him sprawling to the concrete floor with a splat. The assailant fills the view of the camera, tall, gargantuan, wearing black biker boots, jeans, and a zipped leather jacket. Long hair pillows out from behind an old school gas mask, complete with breathing tube dangling down in front of the massive form as if he were a mastodon from some prehistoric period in history.

Cap rolls over onto his stomach to try and get his feet under him, but the monster takes two long strides forwards before planting the point of one of those boots square in his ribs. The impact lifts Cap right up off the floor before gravity’s pull yanks him back down into a heap. The gas masked goon turns to look over his shoulder as a much smaller figure, also wearing a gas mask, emerges from the room. In his hand is a canister of some kind, and when he gives the top a twist it begins spewing smoke out the top.

The second figure gives the big man a goofy thumbs up before tossing the canister into the already smoky room. Coughing can be heard from the interior when finally, Maggie D comes crashing out just past the door, clutching at her throat and gasping for air. The two gas masked men exchange a glance before the smaller one shrugs, and they both suddenly disappear back into the smoke and out of the frame, leaving everyone in the arena wondering what the hell they just saw.

~~

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS CAPTAIN ALL-STAR AND MAGGIE D WERE BRUTALLY ASSAULTED BACKSTAGE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I’m glad it wasn’t me!”

Nelson: Jokes aside, who are those two masked figures and we hope All-Star and Maggie D are not seriously injured?!

The lights drop as "Turn To Stone” by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.

Nelson: Folks, Cross Recoba is not set to compete tonight...in fact, we were not even made aware he was in the Iconic Arena.

Rose: We’re entering the roaring Twenties again, Patrick, got to make an entrance!

As he approaches ringside he stops by a fan and reaches into his charcoal grey tailored suit jacket and peels off a roll of hundreds.

Crumb: Is he buying a ringside seat?! Surely he could have got some comped?

The fan gleefully abdicates their chair as Recoba vaults over to the seat and sits down, his chin sitting atop rested hands on the cane.

Nelson: Unreal!

Torres: The following IN-RING RETURN match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

"Deceive me
Release me
Unleash me
You've unleashed the wild within"

The lights go out in the arena as blue and white lights send a glow across stage. The low hum of the first verse to “Unleashed” by Killswitch Engage hits over the PA System with the glow resonating in time with the rhythm.

"Welcome to the madness
That dwells inside these eyes
Pushed unto the breaking point
You're running out of time"

The black curtain is pushed aside and Silver Kazama bursts out from behind it onto the stage. The crowd erupts into boos and jeers as Silver pauses at the top of the ramp to examine the assembled fans. A sneer flashes across his face as he makes his way down the ramp, verbally berating the front row of people as he makes his way down to the ring.

"This innocent blood is on your hands
Deceive me
Come face to face with the final stand
Release me
It's the part of me you can't comprehend
Unleash me
You've unleashed the wild within
The wild within"

He takes his time climbing onto the apron facing the hard camera. He smirks into the camera throwing his arms to his sides. He climbs into the ring and walks to the opposite side of the ring, putting his torso between the top and middle rope, throwing both arms out again to the severe displeasure of those in attendance. “Unleashed" fades out of earshot and the lights return to normal as he moves to his corner.

Nelson: On the last Chaos, Silver Kazama made his return to Iconic Pro Wrestling by coming to the “aide” of Jessie Roberts and Jake Raab before violently attacking them. Tonight, he finds himself going up against Jessie in his official Iconic Professional Wrestling return.

Crumb: Jessie isn’t going to be an easy feat for him. I do hope that Silver is ready for what he’s facing. If he hasn’t done his research it could end up biting him in the butt.

Rose: He’s got to have so much ring rust… I’m surprised it’s not shaking off as he walks to the ring.

With ”Mama Said Knock You Out” 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 entrance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks at them.

Nelson: Jessie Roberts is walking into this match tonight with a tremendous amount of confidence. If she can remain positive, I think she stands a chance at walking out with a win.

Crumb: Given the way things have been going for her lately… she needs this.

Rose: She’s a failure… her luck ran out a very long time ago and she’s been bleak and uninspiring.

DING DING DING!!!

---In-Ring Return Match: Silver Kazama vs. “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

The two Icons lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Jessie grabs Silver’s arm and starts to go into an overhead wrist lock. Silver executes a standing flip and then armdrags Jessie into the near corner. Jessie pops up and Silver runs in looking for a big clothesline. Jessie ducks, tumbles out of the corner as Silver lands, hands up to stop himself short of crashing into the turnbuckles. He turns and Jessie catches him with a monkey flip. Silver manages to land on his feet. He slowly turns around and Jessie pops up into a kick to the face. Silver doubles over from the impact. Jessie catches him with a running knee lift that puts him on the mat. Jessie jumps down for the cover.

One...

Two...kick out!

Jessie starts up and Silver rolls her into a side cradle.

One...

Two...kick out!

Nelson: Roberts sure is sending a message to Kazama that she is not going to be an easy target for him. She is making him work for it.

Crumb: Maybe this is what she needed… the opportunity to defeat someone who’s name carries prestige like Silver Kazama.

Rose: Oh please… he’s coming into this as fresh as a newly birthed baby. Jessie is going to be the one working for it.

Both Icons get to their feet. Silver snaps off a jumping side kick that catches Jessie in the face. She falls back into the ropes and Silver runs in, looking for a big running knee strike. Jessie drops down to the mat, facedown, and Silver bounces off the ropes. He staggers back and Jessie jumps up into a clothesline that knocks him down hard again. Jessie covers, hooking the leg.

One…

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Another pin attempt by Roberts. I think you are going to have to start eating your words, Rose Marie.

Crumb: Jessie is showing a lot of promise and fight here. SIlver hit her with that knee but she jumped right back up and hit him with a clothesline.

Rose: Best of three didn’t help her there. That’s three pin attempts now and Silver has kicked out of each of them.

The two Icons scramble to their feet. Jessie jumps up onto Silver’s back, rolling forward for a victory roll.

One...

Two...

Silver ROLLS INTO A REVERSAL!

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Silver pops up and Jessie runs into him from behind to go for an O’Conner roll.

One...

Two….

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Now we are getting into some good back and forth action here and this is what the fans deserve.

Crumb: The atmosphere was getting a little bit stale and it seems that now their interests have been peaked.

Rose: And here I was about to ask for a pee break.

Jessie is sent sprawling forward into the ropes and tumbles through to the apron. As she stands up, Silver runs over and hits a rising roundhouse kick to the face that causes Jessie to tumble face first off the apron to the floor! Silver grabs the top rope, springboards, and flips off into a tumbling leg drop to the floor. Jessie rolls out of the way and Silver hits hard!

Nelson: Oh now that did not look like it tickled. Jessie Roberts calculated that move perfectly.

Crumb: I don’t know about you, but to me it looked like Silver might have hesitated a little bit.

Rose: I doubt that was the case. I think you’re just trying to get a rise out of people there, Crumby.

Jessie turns over onto her knees and grabs up towards the ropes. She staggers up and rolls into the ring while Silver sits on the floor, letting the shock wear off his lower extremities from the impact. Jessie gets to her feet as the referee starts to count Silver out of the ring.

One...

Two...

Three...

Jessie glances over at the crowd and stops dead in her tracks.

Rose: What is she seeing?

Nelson: I… have no idea...

Crumb: She almost looks like she’s seen a ghost!

Rose: Maybe she has?

Crumb: You think it she might have seen the two gas masked figures that attacked Cap and Maggie?!

Jessie stares into the crowd, seemingly frozen in place, as the referee continues to count Silver out.

Four...

Five...

Silver starts to get up, clutching at the back of his thighs while Jessie continues to stare at that same spot in the crowd.

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Silver rolls into the ring and the referee rules him back in and legal. Shaking her head in disbelief, Jessie takes a step back from what she was staring at, seemingly trying to convince herself she wasn’t seeing what she was seeing. She slowly starts to turn around and walks right into Fall from Grace!

Nelson: Silver Kazama taking full advantage of that distracting and hits a hard hitting move on a distracted Roberts.

Crumb: You would think that she’d have known better than to give attention to whatever was going on in the crowd.

Rose: Well what else do you expect from someone like her? Jessie will never learn.

Jessie goes down hard and Silver hops on for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Silver Kazama!

Nelson: Whatever that was just cost Jessie Roberts this match!

Rose: She cost herself by taking her eye off the ball!

Crumb: Give it to Silver, he capitalized on an opportunity!

Rose: On that, we can agree! Good on him taking the win when it was presented!

When we return from the commercial break the ring is set up for the debut episode of Oliver Black’s new talk show “Fade to Black”. It looked like a gothic fantasy, or Medieval throne room. Two large black Baroque style throne chairs sat in the center of the ring. Various sized red candles flickered on tall candelabras flanked the chairs, while in between a small black end table that housed some creepy knick knacks like a human skull.

Crumb: Oliver Black always knows how to make a statement and this set is definitely one of them.

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold played fainting in the arena as Oliver Black sat upon the throne chair to the right of center. He leaned on one elbow while his opposite leg draped over the armrest. Wearing black pants and a maroon jacket with one button clasped. Black twirled his wrist and microphone while he patiently awaited his cue that they had returned from commercial. As the music ended Black slowly lifted the microphone to his lips.

Oliver Black: What started as a Television Championship program that will go down as one of THE BEST storylines in this companies history has now culminated here and now on the debut episode of my very own talk show, Fade to Black!

Oliver adjusted the Television Championship that sat on his shoulder and smirked down at his prized possession that got a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Oliver Black: This summer I proclaimed to the world that I had made it my personal duty to save this company. Now that I was no longer burdened with the Heavyweight Championship I could fully commit myself and my time into making IPW great again!

Rose: Oh, here we go again!

Nelson: Rose Marie, despite your ill will towards Black, you have to admit he has had quite an impressive year!

Rose: I will do no such thing!

Oliver Black: And looking around in recent weeks you can’t say I haven’t done just that! In the past few weeks, not only have I MADE new stars like Lash Donohue but have garnered the returns of wrestling legends like Brianna Rissi, Bill Ryder, Chris Cripper and my very first guest this evening one… Jason Dave!

Crumb: WOW! Oliver’s first guest is going to be Jason Dave?! Things are going to get very interesting!

Rose: His ego really has gotten huge if he thinks he has had anything to do with the recent influx of talent?!

Oliver Black: A few months back I made a coy little remark towards Dave on Twitter, a challenge if you will. A challenge that I will admit was surprisingly accepted! A challenge for Anniversary Armageddon, a challenge that unfortunately never happened!

Oliver referred back to his TLC match with Lash Donohue with a slight eye roll of annoyance.

Oliver Black: And since then a lot has happened! Bill Ryder has made constant remarks on Twitter talking about unfinished business and wanting another shot at The Nightmare! Chris Crippler has returned from over a year long hiatus and made it quite clear that his sights are set on me and mine.

Black gripped the TV title closer to his chest.

Oliver Black: Since then competitors like Drake Jones and Tanja Devereaux have stepped up and cashed in their opportunities at Television Championship matches!

And while all of this has happened, Jason Dave and I have been pushed further and further apart! And I refuse to allow IPW to ignore us any longer! They ignored it at the start of this company and the mine of gold that would have been, should have been Jason Dave vs Oliver Black for the inaugural heavyweight championship match! And they are doing it now!

And now with my own personal platform in the form of this talk show, the IPW officials will have no choice but to notice us and what this feud could and should be! So without further ado… allow me to bring out my very first guest! He is God's Gift to Wrestling, he is Jasoooon Davvvvveeee!

Oliver black stood from his seat and with his free arm motioned towards the entrance way. “Changes” by Lucidious hits the PA and the crowd erupts into cheers. Oliver is seen standing in the ring, nodding his head to the music as Jason steps out onto the stage, decked out in his classic suit and tie attire. He waves out to the crowd and reveals his pearly whites as he shakes hands with the crowd.

Nelson: Jason Dave sure looks excited to come face to face with Oliver Black!

Jason stops at the bottom of the ramp and locks eyes with Oliver Black. He smiles towards Oliver and nods before making his way around the ring to grab a microphone and into the ring. His music fades out as Oliver and Jason step closer and closer to one another, both sharing a calm but clean smile with one another. Jason is the first to bring the microphone up to speak.

Jason: Hello there.

The crowd erupts and crowds the arena’s empty volume with deafening screams of excitement.

Oliver: The pleasure is yours. Now before I get to the real reason I asked you to be my guest this evening, I think we should take everyone back to a different time, if you don’t mind. Back to a time when not only Oliver Black sat high upon his throne.

Oliver took a dramatic seat down in his chair, crossing his legs. He motioned for Dave to take a seat.

Oliver: But… as.. did.. you!

Oliver pauses between each word for emphasis.

Oliver: Of course I’m referring to the now defunct EHWF. The company that we simultaneously held World Heavyweight Championships. Jason tell these people what it meant to you that Michael Rissi put his faith in you to lead the charge in the brand railings war against Joshua Samson and myself?

Jason stares at the opposing chair before taking a seat. He gets comfortable before turning his attention to Oliver Black.

Jason: That's quite a convoluted question you've presented to me. The brand war in EHWF was obviously spearheaded by each respecting champion, much like any sort of competition.

Oliver: Than allow me to be more clear, Dave. The two of us played a very large role in the success of the company and many argue in your case it’s failure.

Jason lifted his microphone to rebuttal but Oliver continued to y’all right over him.

Oliver Black: While I continued to bring Anarchy to new heights for whatever reason Mayhem just couldn’t keep up. For months, fans and critics alike argued who really was the better champion, which was the better brand. Until one day we woke up and it was all gone! Which brought us both here, to IPW! A new frontier, uncharted land to make into whatever we wanted! And once again you and I wanted the same thing… to be the best, to become the first ever IPW Champion?

Jason smiles and applauds Oliver for his history lesson.

Jason: Luckily for those that are so inclined to stay up to date with past events, I am a longtime friend of the owner of our past battleground, Michael Rissi. The company laid to rest not because of the ratings war between Anarchy and Mayhem, but simply put the weight of a company couldn't withstand on a combined two men's shoulders.

Oliver went to rebut but Jason held up a calm hand and continued further.

Jason: There there, Oliver, this may be your show and you will get your chance to speak, but be respectful of your guests.

The crowd erupts in response to Jason. Oliver clearly has a disgruntled look on his face but allows Jason to proceed.

Jason: Regardless, this is all in the past. We can look at things for all its little details and craft our spiritual backstories, but that's all part of the past. It doesn't matter anymore. Even the inaugural tournament we participated in, we both landed in a pit of failure. I took my time to be a father and I've come back to my second love.

Jason looks out to the crowd and nods slowly.

Jason: Thank you all for listening to Jason Dave and Oliver Black's History 101.

Jason opens his palms out to the sky and raises his arms above his head, enticing a legion of cheers from the crowd.

Oliver say up on his throne, now sitting on the edge of his seat.

Oliver: Your right Jason, that is all in the past. The brand war, the tournament, the arguments as to who the better champion was or would be. So let’s talk about now Dave, let’s talk about the real reason you are here!

Oliver scooted further to the edge of seat and turned to fully face Jason Dave.

Oliver: Let’s talk about, ME! That’s right I said it Dave, me, Oliver Black! Because let’s face it, you aren’t here for redemption or to dust off the boots, you are because of me! You can play coy on twitter and act like I have nothing to do with it. But you and I both know that’s not the truth! The both of us know that deep down you know behind that big ego of yours that Oliver Black may just be better than you! And THAT eats you alive. And that, THAT is why YOU are here!

Oliver stares into Jason's eyes, the intensity between the two is physically visible, yet Jason holds a calm smirking expression towards Oliver. He places the microphone on his lap, takes one leg over the other and slowly applauds Oliver. Jason takes the microphone back into his hands and continues.

Jason: Oh Ollie, you have not changed have you? You are not wrong when you speak of my ego. You can look through all the archives of my past employments and find hundreds of pieces of evidence to display my ego. But if you look within the archives of Anarchy, you can also find this.

Jason points to the titantron, a video begins to roll on the screen. Jason and Oliver are seen on the video participating in a match with one another. Jason tosses a chair at him and kicks the chair into Oliver's face before finishing him off, followed by the referee's 3 count. The bell rings and the video fades, a clearly dissatisfied Oliver Black turns to Jason Dave, who clearly looks pleased.

Jason: November 21st, 2017 was the day that match happened. It was a chairs match, hence why the referee didn't disqualify me after the chair shot. If you rewind further there was a bit of a distraction, but nobody I was in cahoots with and if you continue to watch, your men gave me a beating. No matter what way you spin it, the record books will forever say, on that day, Jason Dave defeated Oliver Black by pinfall.

Jason rises to his feet and brushes his suit clear of any wrinkles and dust.

Jason: Your little egotistical inflation trick has really backfired on you, hasn't it, old friend?

Just as Oliver looks as if he might lunge from his seat and pounce his guest the two men’s back and forth is interrupted. The sound of ringing telephones can be heard as the screen above the stage reveals what looks like a call centre. Two lines of desks with three people manning a telephone each. Notepads placed before them as a few of them begin to jot down bits from their telephone conversations. The camera pans to the right to show Chris Crippler standing before them. Holding up a poster showing the face of Joshua Samson and the words ‘MISSING’ above his smiling face.

Chris Crippler: On the evening of May 15th 2019. The life of Joshua Samson Esquire changed forever as his onscreen appearances on IPW seized.

He looks worried as he wipes a ‘tear’ from his cheek.

Chris Crippler: A man who was born in the military. A simple man. A man who rose into the businessman people know today through his hard work and dedication. A man who practises his love of polygamy. A man who took from the ashes the bases of a company and made it into this place, the IPW. If anyone can help us locate this man and help us to bring him back into the forefront then call the hotline number below.

Chris looks down as a ‘(800-FIND-OUR-ESQ)’ appears. He places the poster down and looks dead into the camera and points.

Chris Crippler: Well look at what we have here. We have the former two time hardcore, tag team AND world heavyweight champion of our ‘beloved’ Michael Rissi promotion. Gods Gift to Pro Wrestling, Right? I mean you’d have to be some sort of deity to tag with the infamous Calvin Harris.. Am I allowed to mention his name or is that going to get bleeped on stream highlights? Anyways you’re looking rather dapper tonight, Mr Dave. I’m surprised the host hasn’t asked you how it feels being so irrelevant to the championship picture when Michael Rissi bent over backwards handing you title shot after title shot after title shot.

Chris tilts his head to the side with a rye smile on his face looking for a reaction. The audience can be heard booing.

Chris Crippler: And of course, let's not forget about our host of the evening, as this is THEE inaugural ‘Fade to Black’ episode, the man sitting upon the throne that he truly believes he belongs in. The man who took the mantel from Bad Blood Wrestling alumni, The Misfit.

He puts on a voice that tries to resemble the misfits.

Chris Crippler: “You will be left… misunderstood!” Was that good? It was like he was here in the room with me, right? I should investigate in being a voice artist. I’d be incredible… BUT you, on the other hand have a lot to live up too. Still. The former TNA Champion, two time EFW hardcore and Extreme Champion, BBW Hardcore Champion and also the freakin’ owner! He brought you through to continue his legacy. Bad Blood & Anarchy Champion and also a former IPW Heavyweight Champion! Least we not forget about the Television title. Are you befitting the throne? I’d probably say you’d be more accustomed to the porcelain kind!

Chris smiles and does a slow sarcastic clap.

Chris Crippler: I have to give you some sort of credit, Oliver Black, talking about the planned brand war and how the two of you were respected champions. You were always the one everyone wanted to wrestle, you held two titles on Anarchy which made the bullseye a very large one, you don’t have two titles here in IPW but you have a list of people who wants to battle you. Can our oiled up Heavyweight Champion say the same thing? I know your ‘friend’ or ‘companion’ or ‘…with benefits’ Brianna could capture the IPW title but the Television Championship has more merit than the promotions main belt. THAT is down to you and I give you that credit. But understand this, Oliver, Dave and whomever else is on your merry list. TV Championship or not, Black, old rivalries or not, Dave, I am coming for you Oliver and finish what was started back on Anarchy. If you want to know which ‘champion’ is superior then that is fine, Dave and Ollie, but we both know that Anarchy would have been MINE if it hadn’t of been to my injury. Samson or not.

He has a serious look upon his face as he brushes the loose hair from his eyes.

Chris Crippler: You enjoy your inaugural show, Black, you enjoy being the champion everyone wants to fight. Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. You’ve got quite the story but I’ll make sure the ending isn’t going to be fading anywhere. It’ll end in a crimson bloodshed at my hands. I’ll see you guys REAL soon.

Chris winks and smiles as the screen returns to show Oliver and Jason in the ring, perplexed leading us into commercial break.

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Nelson: We have got word that Mickey Greer is ringside and looking to get a few words from our *sigh* guest of honor...Cross Recoba.

The camera cuts ringside where Mickey Greer is ringside of the barrier.

Mouse: Cross, you’re yet to make your in-ring debut, you clearly know Lady Munin going off what Twitter has to say - what message do you have for the fans here and at home?

Cross doesn’t even entertain acknowledging the question. He remains affixed to his iPhone.

Mouse: While Lady Munin made her intentions clear, what are yours? So far it seems that your contract is predicated on you occupying a seat at each event we hold…

Once more Greer finds himself ignored, this time Cross turns round to a fan behind him and signs the night’s programme. The camera cuts back to Greer who looks lost and raises his hands in defeat.

Crumb: WHAT CAN MICKEY “MOUSE” GREER BE THINKING AS HE GETS NO INFORMATION OUT OF CROSS RECOBA?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Todd Crumb is an idiot!”

Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

”Changes” by Lucidious strikes the PA, however the audience drowns it out with their cheers for Jason Dave. Jason walks out from behind the curtain, waving to each of the paying customers. A smile is drawn to his lips as he continues down the entrance ramp in black athletic trunks. He shakes hands with the members of the audience who paid for those premium ramp seats before sliding into the ring. He poses at each of the ring posts before patiently waiting.

Nelson: In his in ring return last week, Jason Dave was successful in tag team action and he is definitely looking at keeping that streak going tonight.

Crumb: Jason Dave showed absolute domination in that match and Eon Night should have thanked him for giving Night another victory.

Rose: Well Jason should have no problems here tonight… and I think we all know why.

The opening line of "Bad Motherf*cker" By Machine Gun Kelly slams out through the speakers as Drake Jones steps out from the back, his ginger hair wet as he makes his way down to the ring talking trash as he looks around the ringside area. He slides up onto the ring apron and leans against the top rope before throwing his leg back and stepping into the ring.

Nelson: Drake Jones has made a name for himself… and I do not mean that in a good way, but he stands a chance at making his reputation better if he manages to defeat Jason Dave.

Crumb: He is going to have to be the most focused that he’s been in a long time if he wants that to happen.

Rose: I doubt that it will. He’s all talk… no bite.

The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell, making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

---Jason Dave vs. Drake Jones---

Drake cautiously makes her way toward the center of the ring as she and Jason circle around one another. Jason steps forward to grab Drake, though Drake ducks underneath the attempt. Drake immediately tries to hit Jason with a series of forearm shots to try and wear him down. Drake then grabs Jason and tries to shoot him across the ring. Jason is able to reverse the attempt. He waits for Drake to come back on the rebound before lifting him into the air and delivering a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Nelson: I think that Jones is underestimating Dave. He sees him as nothing more than a “newcomer” even though Dave has been here before. It can be argued that Iconic Professional Wrestling was predicated around the potential feud between Dave and Oliver Black.

Crumb: Drake Jones’ words have done nothing but make more and more problems for him because he underestimates what his opponent is all about and then turn things against him.

Rose: He’s a dog that is never going to learn… he failed out of obedience school.

Drake crawls over toward the nearest turnbuckle to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he reaches his feet, Jason charges over. He hits Drake with a big clothesline in the corner before dragging Drake toward the center of the ring. Jason lifts Drake into the air and delivers a big belly-to-belly suplex!

Nelson: Jason Dave is putting on a clinic here, teaching Jones that he is back and he is not going anywhere.

Crumb: Drake is probably eating his words right now… but I don’t think he’s going to be letting Jason get a win that easily.

Rose: He tends to overreact and do so at the wrong time. He’ll blow it.

Drake once again tries to crawl back up to his feet, this time using the ropes to his advantage. Jason once again tries to strike, but Drake is ready for him---getting a foot in the air and kicking him in the mouth. Jason stumbles back a few steps before charging forward again---this time getting hit with a drop toehold! Drake uses the ring to his advantage as he drapes Jason over the bottom rope and uses the rope to choke him! The referee comes over and counts.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Drake breaks the hold!

Drake grabs Jason by the head and hits him with a few quick strikes before dragging him back up to his feet. Drake then sends Jason crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! He hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...Jason kicks out!

Nelson: Well… I think I have to take my previous statement back. Question remains if he will be able to keep this streak up?

Crumb: If he wants to walk out as a winner he better hope that happens.

Rose: But given his history… I don’t think it will be.

Drake quickly grabs Jason and locks in a headlock. Drake tries his best to keep Jason grounded to the mat but Jason delivers a series of forearm shots to the ribs of Drake, causing him to release the hold. Jason then drives his knee into Drake’s ribs. Drake doubles over in pain. Jason bounces off of the ropes and delivers a knee trembler! Drake barely manages to drag himself back up to his feet before Jason tries to hoist him into the air for a suplex---only to have Drake roll him up instead!

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Drake needed that!

Nelson: Jones is smart and resourceful. One cannot take that away from him!

Drake backs away from Jason and tries to create some space. Jason charges and tries to take control of the match---only to have Drake leap into the air and connect with a jumping knee strike! Jason stumbles around and is barely able to remain upright. Drake grabs Jason’s arm and tries to lock in an arm bar---only to have Jason pull himself over to the ropes. He grabs hold of them and the referee forces Drake to break up the hold.

Drake begrudgingly does so as Jason hits him with a European uppercut almost immediately. Drake drops to a knee. Jason pulls him in and tries to wrestle him into position. Drake fights his way out of his grasp as he creates a bit of space between the two. Dave whips Drake to the turnbuckle and signals to the crowd who know what is coming. He leans back into the opposite corner and starts to run at pace towards Drake. Jones slips through the middle rope leaving Jason Dave eating nothing but padding. Drake seizes the opportunity and keeps Jason reeling with a quick enziguri from the apron that sends him to the floor. The referee immediately checks on him.

Nelson: That was quick thinking from Drake Jones!

Rose: Yeah, but can he seize the opportunity?

Jones leaps to the turnbuckle and goes to leap off but CROSS RECOBA IS ON THE APRON AND PULLS DOWN JONES!

Crumb: Is this a statement coming?

Recoba lifts up Jones and plants him with a sitout DDT to the apron!

Nelson: We believe he calls that move The Skim!

Cross quickly rolls Drake Jones in as the referee is satisfied Dave can continue. A confused Jason looks at the down and out Drake. Taking only a second to hesitate, Jason covers as Recoba watches with an evil smirk from outside the ring.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Jason Dave!

Nelson: Yet another well earned victory for Jason Dave. Things can only go up for him from here.

Crumb: I think even without Recoba coming in, Jason Dave would have won because Drake waited too long.

Rose: And it cost him. Surprise… surprise.

Drake immediately rolls out of the ring and crashes into Recoba. The two Icons brawl around ringside. IPW officials swarm around Cross and Drake to keep them separated. Drake breaks away from his pack and lands a European uppercut that rocks Recoba.

Drake: Eat That. You stupid sonofbitch! Don't try and mess with me.

Cross looks as if he has been cowed off as the officials back away, the issue seemingly sorted. The Fox uses this lapse to grab Jones and the two start trading rights and lefts towards the back.

Nelson: Well that was all uncalled for.

Crumb: Drake I guess feels like Cross cost him in the match and was going for some payback.

Rose: He could’ve just dug himself into a big, deep hole.


Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

Eon appears at the entrance as the sounds from "Running Blind" fill the arena. He shakes his head and paces slowly towards the ring. He enters the ring and leans on the ropes.

Nelson: Eon Night has been quite the force since coming to Iconic Professional Wrestling a couple of weeks ago and tonight will be a test as he goes up against one of our biggest names in Astrid Samson.

Crumb: Eon has used his might and strength to his advantage the last two times he was in the ring and he has two wins under his belt because of it.

Rose: Pfft! If it wasn’t for has-been Jason Dave he wouldn't have won last week. Though, I do want to see him kick ASStrid’s… behind.

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 Samson 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 tilts her head back and takes in the crowd’s energy before facing the ring as the smirk reappeared on her face. She began to make her way down the ramp towards the ring, emitting a tremendous amount of confidence 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.

At the bottom of the ramp, 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 before she 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 the level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd before hopping down. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the top one as her music slowly fading out.

Nelson: Astrid Samson is coming into this match ready and raring to go for what is sure to be one heck of a fight on her end.

Crumb: She has defeated opponent’s much bigger than her in the past, so with that experience it will be interesting to see how she takes on Eon Night’s style tonight.

Rose: She’s nothing more than a big soft, raggedy nothing anymore. Eon Night should be able to make mincemeat out of her.

DING DING DING!!

---Eon Night vs. “Iconic Queen” Astrid Samson---

Both competitors stand in the center of the ring with Eon Night towering over the much smaller Astrid. Eon remains silent as Astrid stands on the tips of her toes and starts talking a tremendous amount of smack. Eon just shakes his head and face palms Astrid in an attempt to push her away. But she comes running back and hits him with a low front dropkick that lands right to the knee, bringing him down to said knee. Astrid charges at him once again, ready to hit Eon with a sliding forearm smash, but the bigger Eon is ready and just pushes her away and sending her off towards the corner. But she is quick and agile and uses this to her advantage to hit Eon with an enziguri before he has a chance to get back up to his feet. Seeing Eon down, Astrid quickly scrambles to the top of the turnbuckle, perching herself at the top and looking down upon Eon.

Nelson: Samson sure is not wasting any time in taking the fight to Night. She is using everything she can to bring him down.

Crumb: I wonder what she has in store for us. She’s up in high risk territory right now and I may be slightly worried for her.

Rose: I hope she falls!

A few brief moments longer and Astrid launches herself off the top, looking to hit Eon with a diving double foot stomp… but as she’s in the air, Eon rolls out of the way, causing Astrid to land on her feet. Eon hits her with a forearm smash to the back that causes her to fall forward before picking her up and hoisting her above his head.

Nelson: We have seen something like this before with Samson being held over someone’s head.

Crumb: And last time it sent her straight to the hospital.

Rose: DO IT, EON!

Astrid starts to wiggle free and somehow manages to slide down the front and turn the predicament into a guillotine choke, bringing Eon Night down to both knees as she keeps the hold locked in. Eon manages to wrap his fingers around the middle rope, forcing Astrid to break her hold. But Astrid wastes no time and kicks his hand off the rope before hitting an inverted DDT that forces him backwards. Astrid clambers out to the ring apron and sits poised and ready. Eon slowly gets up to one knee and then the other before Astrid launches herself over the top rope and hits him with #LILBIT (slingshot DDT). Smirking a little bit, Astrid then goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… Astrid Samson!!

Nelson: Holy…. I do not think that anybody saw that happening. Astrid Samson dominated someone that was more than double her size.

Crumb: Just shows you how resourceful that Astrid can be at times.

Rose: If I was Eon… I’d hide from the shame and embarrassment. What a disappointment.

Astrid Samson rounds the corner somewhere in the back, still sweaty after her match against Eon Night. The Iconic Queen comes to a dead stop when she sees the behemoth standing at the end of the hall blocking her path, his gas mask nose sloshing in front of him as if an animal in the wild challenging a threat. She quickly turns to make for the way she came when a boot enters the camera view like lightning, clipping her right under the jaw and sends her sprawling down to the floor clutching at her jaw.

The smaller gas mask wearing assailant dances in comically over the body, reaching up to toss the gas mask to the side to reveal a handsome set of features framed by long, dark, stringy hair. He looks down at the end of the hall and shrugs.

Small Man: So…this is the chick hanging of the end of Samson’s bank account, eh? Don’t lie…you thought I was going to say something else, didn’t you?

He flashes a boyish grin down the hall at the big man who crosses his arms over his chest.

Big Man: She’s one of them. For right now she’ll have to do. Get it done.

The smaller man rolls his eyes just as Astrid reaches up to grab him by the belt buckle and yank him down to the floor. The two roll around and trade blows, but just as the big man starts to take a step forward to end the fracas, the small man manages to worm his way on top of Astrid and hammers in piston like rights square into her forehead. Each blast sends the back of her skull to strike the floor, until finally he gets her by the ears and just snaps her down one good time with authority. A slight explosion of red spatters out to the sides, and he rises, putting his hands on his hips to admire his handy work.

While Astrid clutches at the back of her skull and buries her face in her chest, both men step over her body and exit out of the frame without another word.

~~

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS THE TWO GAS MASKED FIGURES HAVE ONCE AGAIN STRUCK AND THIS TIME IT’S ASTRID SAMSON?!?!

Rose: Probably, “it couldn’t have happened to a more deserving Icon!”

Torres: The following IPW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

Pyros hit as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the tron as "Bad Religion" by Godsmack blasts on the P.A. system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Tanja walk up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Bad Religion" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.

Nelson: This has got to be the biggest opportunity that Tanja Devereaux has had since coming to Iconic Professional Wrestling. If she manages to win… it would be the biggest upset I think we have seen.

Crumb: Oliver Black has been known to underestimate his opponents before and it blew up in his face. He has been more concerned with “Fade to Black” and facing Jason Dave. I think that Tanja really stands a chance here tonight.

Rose: Oliver Black has been nothing but a whiny little baby for months. IF Tanja is able to beat him tonight, maybe it will be a wakeup call… but it will be a big IF. I am slightly pulling for her though.

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, bass 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.

With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings! Oliver stands there a moment soaking in the crowd’s 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 f*ckin' nightmare!

Nelson: Even though Oliver Black calls himself “The Nightmare” I wonder if there are any Icons on the roster that are actually afraid of him? I mean, he has managed to be a champion for a good chunk of Iconic Professional Wrestling’s existence.

Crumb: Well we all know two people who aren’t for sure. But Oliver needs to remain focused if he wants to keep that title. He has been known to let his guard down before and he’s gotten attacked for it.

Rose: I doubt that raven haired hoe bag will be making an appearance here tonight. She’s been a thorn in his side for a long time. Though I would really like to see someone smack him upside the head.

Crumb: You say that about a lot of, if not all, the Icons that we have.

Rose: Because it’s true… a lot of them do deserve to be smacked upside the head… or worse.

The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell. Once both nod, the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

---Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Match: “The Cajun Queen” Tanja Devereaux vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Oliver and Tanja both approach one another near the center of the ring. The two grapple up and briefly struggle for the advantage. Oliver is able to take control as he backs Tanja up against the ropes. Oliver hits Tanja with a few quick chops…

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

...before trying to shoot her across the ring. Oliver steps toward the center of the ring to meet her, only to have Tanja respond by catching him with a handspring back elbow! Oliver crashes hard to the mat. Tanja bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Oliver with a senton! Oliver rolls out of the way causing Tanja to crash into the mat! Smirking, Oliver slowly pulls himself back up to his feet. Tanja does the same---though before she can reach her feet, Oliver catches her with a running dropkick!

Nelson: Black sure is not wasting any time in taking the fight to Tanja Devereaux. He is showing her why he is the Iconic Profesional Wrestling Television Champion.

Crumb: While that may be true, going this hard, this early in the match could end up spelling disaster for him.

Rose: Good… we need something new and fresh in the division instead of the same old, dried up nonsense.

Tanja slowly tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Oliver closes the gap and hits Tanja in the mouth with a few forearm shots to knock her off balance. He then grabs Tanja by the head and runs over toward the ropes with her. The Champ tries to springboard off of them, but Tanja blocks the attempt and throws Oliver into the ropes! Oliver hits them and staggers back a few steps, Tanja using the opening to hit Oliver with a step-up enziguri!

Oliver grabs the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Tanja charges, but Oliver is ready as he kicks Tanja in the mouth! Tanja stumbles back from the impact. Oliver springboards off of the ropes and nails Tanja in the mouth with a knee strike! He then bounces off of the ropes while Tanja is trying to pull herself back up to her feet---catching her with a spike hurricanrana! Oliver hooks the leg.

One...

Two...kick out!

Nelson: A nice bit of fight from Tanja Devereaux, who is going to do everything in her power to prove that she is worthy of fighting for the Television Championship!

Rose: I don’t know why anyone would doubt her, but… I don’t think she’s got Oliver beat in this one! I just don’t!

Tanja slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Smirking once again, Oliver lines himself up with Tanja. Once Tanja is standing, Oliver steps toward her and fires off a superkick! Tanja just barely ducks the kick. She pops up and hits Oliver in the mouth with a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second and then pulls Oliver in toward her. Tanja wrestles him into position and lifts Oliver into the air, slamming him to the mat with an impressive Northern Lights suplex! The Voodoo Queen bridges it into a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I think you need to take back what you said there, Rose Marie. Devereaux almost got the pin and we almost had a new champion!

Crumb: The referee was millimeters away from counting three when Oliver managed to kick out.

Rose: Oh… looks like his desperate side is starting to show.

The fans show their support for both Icons in the ring. Oliver slowly begins to drag himself back up to his feet. Tanja closes the gap and hits Oliver with a series of knee strikes to try and wear him down. She then spins him around and tries to set up for a neckbreaker---only to have Oliver escape Tanja’s grasp at the last second! Oliver charges at the ropes with Tanja right behind him. Oliver uses this to his advantage as he leaps at the ropes and springboards off---landing on Tanja with a moonsault! The Nightmare hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Tanja drags herself back up to her feet, only to have Oliver try and cut her off with a We Are The Witches (shining wizard)! Tanja ducks under the attempt and quickly rolls Oliver up.

One...

Two....

TH...KICK OUT!

Tanja grabs Oliver’s leg and tries to lock in a Bayou St. John (Indian Deathlock) to keep Oliver from reaching his feet! Unfortunately for her, Oliver is able to reach out and JUST get a hand on the ropes.

Nelson: I love how evenly matched these two seem to be right now. I truly believe that Black has met a formidable opponent here.

Crumb: Tanja is giving this match everything she’s got and it is paying off here. Black should really start taking people a bit more seriously.

Rose: His head is so far up his own behind, I doubt it. He only cares about what his own warped mind thinks is right. Though, that can be said about other Icons as well… like ASStrid.

Oliver uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Tanja closes the gap and once again delivers a few quick strikes to try and wear Oliver down. She then bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up speed. Before she can do anything, Oliver leaps into the air and hits Tanja with a knee strike! As Tanja tries to make it to her feet, Oliver connects with Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN TANJA DEREVEAUX BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK SENDS HER REELING WITH DARKNESS FALLING?!?!

Rose: Probably, “there goes my damn undefeated win streak!”

Oliver hooks the leg and covers.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match AND STILL the IPW Television Champion...Oliver Black!!

Nelson: Well, after a hard fought match by both Icons, Oliver Black is walking out still our Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion.

Crumb: Tanja can’t beat herself up about this one, she gave it a very valiant effort.

Rose: Now… I guess it will be Jason Dave stepping up next to try his luck!

Coming January 2020

~~

Torres: The following CRIMSON MAIN EVENT is a NON-TITLE IPW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

The lights dim and the sound of “I Miss The Misery” blares over the PA system. The fans get to their feet as the former Television Champion, Brianna Rissi makes her way out onto the ramp at a light bouncing skip. Her hair is hanging long, and she wears a lime green shirt with a black skull across the chest. Her short shorts are lime green and black plaid and her lime green socks reach her knees, with her signature skull sneakers with hot pink skulls on the side seem to glow. She pauses for a moment, before making her way down to the ring skipping, a slight malicious smile plastered to her face. Merrily, she goes over to the stairs, and climbs them, and then enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope. Twirling, she goes to the center of the ring, grinning out into the crowd.

Nelson: Brianna Rissi stands a very good chance at putting herself at the forefront of challengers for Mason’s title should she walk out of here with the victory tonight.

Crumb: It will be very challenging for her I will say that. But I have a tremendous amount of faith that she’ll be able to pull it off.

Rose: Ugh… here comes the toxic positivity of yours. It’s enough to make me gag.

The lights in the arena go out and the arena is completely dark.

Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man

"The Man" by Aloe Blacc begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe. The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhinestoned white ring rob, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood.

The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him. The Ref holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee. The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out.

I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all
I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all

Nelson: Mike Mason suffered his first loss as champion last week in a tag team match that saw Brianna Rissi pin Stasi Herveaux.

Crumb: To be fair though, Mike really wasn’t a factor in the match and did nothing to help Stasi. She was basically in a two-on-one handicap match.

Rose: The main event last Chaos was destined to be a crap shoot and that’s what it turned out to be. You can’t expect anything less when you put four big egos into a match together.

Brianna takes a deep breath and prepares herself for the upcoming match. Mason continues to keep his eyes glued to her as he waits for the bell to sound. A few seconds later, the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

---Chaos Main Event: Icon Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Match: Non-Title Match: Brianna Rissi vs “Marvelous” Mike Mason---

Brianna cautiously steps toward the center of the ring, looking a little more focused than she normally would. Mason continues to watch her without even the slightest bit of amusement on his face. The two Icons finally approach one another and grapple up. Mason almost immediately shoves Brianna away. She staggers, but quickly regains her footing and charges back at the big man! Unfortunately for her, Mason steps forward and hits Brianna in the mouth with a big boot that sends her crashing to the mat! Brianna rolls out of the way and uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet. Mason continues to look annoyed.

Nelson: It is interesting to see Rissi not taking part in her usual antics.

Rose: Doesn't seem like Mike cares all that much either way!

Once Brianna is back on her feet, she takes a deep breath before letting the crowd know that she's okay. Brianna once again begins to approach the center of the ring. This time, when Mason reaches out to grab hold of her, Brianna moves and quickly begins to hit Mason with a series of chops to the chest.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!

Blow after blow connects, though it doesn't appear that they are doing much to the Heavyweight Champion. Despite that, Brianna bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up momentum so that she can send Mason crashing to the mat. Mason steps toward Brianna and tries to cut her off with a big clothesline! Brianna ducks underneath the attempt and stops herself behind Mason. She waits for him to face her before hitting Mason with an enziguri that causes him to stagger! He remains upright and looks even more annoyed than usual, charging at Brianna to strike---getting caught with a drop toehold!

Crumb: She baited him into that one!

Rose: One thing I won't take away from Brianna is that she's gone toe to toe with some of the toughest Icons in IPW’s short history! This match is probably more well-suited for her style of wrestling than anything that she's done over the past few years!

Nelson: That is...possibly true, actually...

Brianna pops back up to her feet and gives her hips a shake and her ass a slap. The fans give her a surprisingly positive reaction. She lines herself up with Mason and waits until he starts to stir. Once he's almost back up on his feet, Brianna charges and catches Mason with a running hip strike that sends him crashing to the mat! The fans cheer as Brianna hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

T...Mason throws Brianna off of him!

Nelson: Brianna Rissi is showing Mike Mason that she might be smaller than him, but she is full of fight.

Crumb: She is throwing everything and anything she can at Mike Mason but she has to pace herself or something bad is going to happen.

Rose: If that boot right to the kisser at the beginning didn’t do anything, he’s going to have to do something bigger and badder.

Mason drags himself back up to his feet. Brianna quickly closes the gap between the two. She drives her knee into Mason's head a few times in hopes of wearing him down. She then steps back and tries to build up some speed, leaping into the air in an effort to plant Mason on the mat with a fameasser! Mason ducks out of the way, causing Brianna's behind to hit the mat instead! Her eyes go wide in pain as Mason places two hands around her throat and lifts Brianna into the air! He slams her to the mat with a chokebomb before hooking the leg while covering.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: How often have we seen Rissi get slammed with something like that and still kick out?

Crumb: It's not common at the moment!

Rose: Maybe not, but, to her credit...she's got a pretty weird pain tolerance...

Shaking his head, Mason glares down at Brianna. He drags her back up to her feet and hits her with an elbow shot that knocks Brianna back into the ropes! Brianna stumbles into them and then bounces toward Mason, who hoists Brianna into the air and slams her down to the mat with a running powerslam! Once again, Mason hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: I'm actually impressed right now!

Nelson: If Brianna Rissi can keep kicking out of slams like that...who knows? Maybe she will be able to beat Mike Mason!

Brianna crawls over toward the nearest turnbuckle and uses it to slowly drag herself back up to her feet. Mason lines himself up with the former TV champion and watches without showing so much as the slightest hint of what he plans on doing next. Once Brianna is finally standing, trying to catch her breath, Mason picks up speed and runs forward. He tries to CRUSH Brianna against the turnbuckle with a huge splash, though Brianna just barely ducks out of the way in time!

Crumb: It looked like the ring moved a couple inches from that impact!

Mason crashes into the turnbuckle and briefly slumps against it. Brianna picks up some speed and throws her behind into Mason's stomach to take the wind out of him! She then pulls him toward the middle of the ring and plants him in the middle of the ring with a DDT! She hooks the leg and covers.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Rose: Damn that was...close...

Nelson: It is beginning to look like Rissi may have what it takes to win this!

Brianna turns around and climbs up to the top rope, perching herself and waiting for the next moment to strike. Once Mason is standing, Brianna leaps off the top turnbuckle and tries to send Mason crashing to the mat with a Molly Go Round---only to have Mason catch her in the air! He then slams her to the mat with a powerbomb into a cover.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: WHAT CAN MIKE MASON BE THINKING AS BRIANNI RISSI MANAGES TO KICK OUT AT THE VERY LAST MILLISECOND?!?!

Mason seems almost amazed by the fact that Brianna is still fighting. Brianna shakes her head and slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Mason grabs Brianna and tries to hoist her up onto his shoulders, though Brianna frees herself from Mason's grasp. She lands on the mat behind and holds out her hands as if telling Mason to hold on a second.

Rose: Is Brianna asking for a time out?!

Mason looks at Brianna in confusion as she turns around and offers Mason the opportunity to slap her behind. The fans cheer as Mason simply looks at Brianna like she's crazy. Brianna nods to let him know she is serious. Mason responds by spinning around and grabbing hold of her! Unfortunately for Mason, Brianna appears to have been ready for this as she rolls Mason up.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: That...

Crumb: It's almost like Brianna knew what Mike was going to do and reacted accordingly!

Mason pulls himself back up to his feet. Brianna hits him with a dropkick that sends Mason staggering around! She tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing Mason and setting him up for a twist of fate. Mason uses his strength to slam Brianna to the mat instead! He then pulls her up and locks her into another bearhug! Brianna's eyes go wide in pain!

Rose: This isn't good for Brianna!

Mason continues to squeeze Brianna in an effort to practically break her in half. Brianna reaches out and grabs the top rope. The referee admonishes Mason to release the hold but he pays the referee no mind.

Nelson: Rissi has got to be in a tremendous load of pain right now… even with that aforementioned high pain tolerance.

Crumb: I don’t think she even has the strength to fight back. She’s been going hard in this match.

Rose: Good… she bit off more than she could chew with this one.

Mason squeezes tighter and tighter causing Brianna to scream in pain. The referee begins his count.

One…

Two...Mason squeezes tighter.

Three...Brianna screams louder while still holding the rope.

Four…

Five!

The referee has no choice but to signal for the bell. Mason dumps Brianna down to the mat.

Torres: The winner of this match due to disqualification...Brianna Rissi!

Nelson: Although she won by disqualification, Rissi deserves a lot of respect for the effort that she gave in this one!

Crumb: She held her own against a pissed off and focused Mike.

Rose: But holding her own wasn’t good enough… clearly. Mike didn’t care about a win. He was just in there to hurt Brianna and I like it!

Suddenly the opening riffs to ‘Stranglehold’ by Ted Nugent hit over the PA System and lighters hit the air along with a low hum from the crowd.

Crumb: Uh…guys…..

Rose: I could be wrong, but I think the boogie men have arrived!

Nelson: Are you kidding me? They have been running roughshod backstage all night, dropping Captain All-Star and Maggie D, and then later the Iconic Queen herself, Astrid Samson…..and now they are going to wreck our main event?!

Two spotlights fall upon the entrance, and just as Ted kicks in with the first lyrics the large man with the gas mask emerges through the curtain looking larger than life. In his right hand is a steel chair with the words “Press Pass” spray painted on the seat, and when he reaches up to rip the gas mask from his face with his other, he lifts the chair high overhead. Just then, the smaller man, already demasked, rushes from out from behind his big partner in a stuttering dance, pauses, and then delivers a dramatic pose with both biceps in the air.

Rose: Are these guys serious? This is like….so 90’s…

Crumb: Please don’t let them hear her say that. Please don’t let them hear her say that. Please don’t let them hear her say that…

Nelson: Uh….what are you doing, Crumb?

Crumb: Praying to the announce table gods that these two don’t do something terrible to our beautiful set up….The BombTrax have been known to rearrange the furniture if you haven’t noticed!

Nelson: I do not know about that, but while these two saunters on down to the ring it has given the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and his challenger tonight a chance to get halfway back to their feet.

Rose: Well not for long, cause the small one they call Youth just tore out into a sprint….

Youth belly slides into the ring as the music cuts out and the lights come back to full. Brianna and Mike are on opposite side of the ring, tired and wore down after their epic Main Event match, making them easy targets as Youth rushes right at the IPW Heavyweight Champion! Mason steps out to meet him but is surprised when Youth leaves his feet to deliver a shotgun dropkick that sends the champ blasting into the nearby corner. Rissi, realizing that this is about to turn bad, moves to exit the ring through the ropes but is caught by the hair of the head before she can fully escape.

Nelson: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT WE ARE SEEING HERE! FLAMING YOUTH JUST DROPPED THE CHAMPION IN THE CORNER, AND AS QUICK AS A HICCUP MADE IT ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE RING TO STOP BRIANNA RISSI FROM EXITING!!

Crumb: YEAH….AND NOW THE BIG MAN IS IN THE RING….

ROSE: HOLY SH*T! BIG SPLASH TO MIKE WHO IS SQUASHED IN THE CORNER!

Nelson: The one known as Press taking a step back…allowing Mason to stumble out….AND CRACKS HIM OVER THE SKULL WITH THAT STEEL CHAIR!

Crumb: I guess with credentials like that, that guy can go anywhere he wants!

Nelson: Rissi now spins around and lands some quick shots to the jaw of Youth, rocking him back…..BUT HERE COMES THE BIG MAN!

Crumb: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! HE JUST TOOK HER HEAD OFF WITH THAT RUNNING BIG BOOT! BRIANNA RISSI MAY BE OUT COLD!

Press reaches down and yanks Brianna up to her feet by a fistful of hair, and then signals to Youth who stands to the side at the ready. He whips the woman headfirst towards his partner and he answers with a lightening fast superkick that sends Brianna crashing to the mat clutching at her face while he poses and dances over her. He looks over to Mike Mason who tries to sit up but finds it difficult thanks to the blood now pouring down the center of his forehead.

Nelson: Evil designs on our Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion as the big man steps over and yanks him up to his feet….and tosses him through the ropes to the outside!

Crumb: OH NO!

Rose: WHAT?!

Crumb: THE ANNOUNCE TABLE GODS DIDN’T HEAR MY CRIES!

The announcer’s eyes go wide as Press drops down beside Mason from the ring while Youth steps out onto the apron, now wielding the steel chair. As Press tucks Mike’s skull between his legs he flips his long hair out of his face and stares hard out at the Santa Monica crowd. Their bloodlust has reached a fever pitch despite whether they agree with what the two men are doing, and by the time Press yanks Mike up onto his chest into a seated position the roof is nearly blown off the small arena. Youth gives everyone a wink before holding up the chair while simultaneously leaping off the apron to deliver a dropkick into the chair which slams the seat square into Mason’s face. Added momentum as his spine is sent crashing through the announce table with a massive powerbomb, the impact of which sends wood and wires flying.

Nelson: GOODNESS GRACIOUS! LADY MUNIN HAS UNLEASHED HELL ON ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!

Rose: These two *ssholes just walked through half our roster in one night, including our Main Event and our freakin’ World Champion!

Crumb: And at the end of this day this leads back to one person…. Joshua Samson, Esquire! Do you think they have his attention yet?

Nelson: I do not think Samson gives a crap about anything to do with this company at this point, and certainly won’t let this goad him in to making a big return.

Crumb: Yeah, but you heard Lady Munin! She’s not here just for him…. she’s here for the company that put him out of action…

Rose: And these two BombTrax are the physical manifestation of her words.

Nelson: Folks…we are out of time for this edition of Chaos but join us next time to find out what Iconic Professional Wrestling’s answer will be to this new threat!

The camera pans once more to the duo standing over Mike Mason’s obliterated body and the two share a chuckle just before the scene fades into the IPW logo.

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