Chaos 08 June 2020

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

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

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!

Nelson: After Civil War Two we…

LET’S RAGE!

Patrick Nelson doesn’t have the chance to finish before the beat becomes heavy and picks up its pace, a very familiar pair of hypnotic blue eyes come onto the tron and the fans know exactly who’s coming out. After a few brief moments, Astrid Samson waltzes out from behind the black curtain and onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step and wearing her signature black crown and dressed in a sheer black bodysuit with rhinestones and black leather shorts with knee high black boots to complete the look. Her blonde hair is well coiffed and she walks towards the ramp, stopping just at the top before she spreads her legs about and uses her hands to fluff her hair as the twisted smirk we all know starts to make its way onto her face. Astrid remains standing there for a few moments, soaking it all the energy (albeit some of it being a confused one) from the crowd.

Rose: What in the blue hell is she doing here? I thought she was suspended!

Nelson: A medical suspension is a lot different than the suspension you are talking about, Rose Marie.

Crumb: I won’t lie, I’m a bit surprised to see her out here after what she went through at Civil War Two in that Crimson Chamber match.

Rose: But that still doesn't get to why she is out here?! Ooh… maybe she’s announcing her retirement?!

Nelson: ROSE MARIE!

Rose: Hey, a girl can only hope.

As the lyrics begin to play, Astrid begins to make her way down towards the ring, emitting a tremendous amount of confidence. She reaches out to slap the hands of fans at ringside, but at the very last minute, she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing and twirling 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. 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 then steps through the ropes and jumps to the floor, joining the Stooges at the commentary table. Astrid barely has the headphones upon her head as the sour looking Rose turns to face her.

Rose: What the hell are you doing here?!

Astrid: Awe… it’s good to see you too, Rose.

Crumb: You’re looking a lot better, Astrid. The last time we saw you… you were the color of bright crimson.

Astrid: Being covered in blood will do that to you. But about a hundred stitches and a bit of hair bleach later… you would never have known.

Rose: You’re not supposed to be here… you’ve been suspended.

Nelson: Again, Rose Marie, a medical suspension is different.

Astrid: You know, given the fact that you’ve competed in the ring, I am very surprised that you don’t know the difference between the two. But hey, once a bitter bitch… always a bitter bitch.

Given the fact that Rose and Astrid were sitting on opposite ends of the commentator’s table, Rose was only able to give her a dirty look.

Nelson: Now that is out of the way, I would like to get back to what we are here to do.

Crumb: I would like to second that comment.

Nelson: After the events of Civil War Two transpired, of which included the brutal main event our guest for the night, Astrid Samson, was a part of, we can only hope to expect something similar here tonight.

Astrid: Given the fact that most of the trash that complained about the main event being switched has taken itself out… I think that may be the case.

Rose: Now only if you would take yourself out…

Astrid: Excuse me!? Care to share that with the rest of us, Rose Marie!?

Crumb: Rose… Astrid… will the two of you please keep the childish bickering for the commercial break?

Astrid: She started it.

Nelson: Anyway, Iconic Professional Wrestling newcomer, Knox, will be making his debut tonight against the returning from injury veteran, Captain All-Star.

Astrid: That old man still has a job? Wow… I guess they employ just about anyone.

Rose: Look who’s talking. But I have to agree on the topic when it comes to that old fart.

Crumb: You have to give him credit though. Captain All-Star is still around given the fact that he’s grossly outdated in physique and moves.

Astrid: I get that Knox is trying to look all cool and everything, but I doubt that these idiot IPW fans are going to get it. And it’s not like we don’t know what the outcome of this match is going to be.

Nelson: And in our next match, we will be seeing Eli Sykes going up against Josef Beck who has to be reeling over his first round loss to Enforcer at Civil War Two?

Astrid: Pfft… he’s just another joke and I don’t think it will be too long until he follows in other tournament losers’ footsteps.

Rose: The rotating door of talent around here is sickening.

Astrid: And yet you want me to leave when I’m the ONLY ONE who hasn’t taken time off except for when medically ordered.

Crumb: She does have a point there. Both Icons lost their respective matches at Civil War Two and so both have to be looking for some sort of redemption.

Astrid: So then it’s destined to turn into a crap show because Eli Sykes hasn’t been worth anything in quite a while. He’s just like bitch boy Bill Ryder… all bark… no bite.

Rose: How dare you speak about my baby daddy like that.

Astrid: What… it’s not like you aren’t thinking the same thing.

Nelson: Moving on to Brodie going into battle against Drake Jones.

Astrid: Been there… done that… next?

Crumb: Both have a lot to prove going into this match. So it is going to be interesting to see what the outcome of this match is going to be.

Rose: Given the fact that Drake Jones is stubborn and can’t catch a break, nor the hint he’s never going to amount to anything here, I know exactly what is going to happen.

Nelson: A person who was able to win his match at Civil War Two, well two people actually, are Vin Halsted and Flaming Youth and they will be doing battle after Vin and his friend Enforcer made some pretty bold claims.

Astrid: Y’all should be used to people making claims bolder than they’re able to back up. I just wish this crap about the dead and buried IPW Tag Team Championships would just go away. Nobody cares about them… not anymore.

Crumb: Regardless, both Icons are going to be going balls to the walls in this match and The BombTrax…

Astrid: BoobTax.

Crumb: …they’ve been on fire since coming to IPW.

Astrid: And I’m the ONLY current Icon that holds a victory over them.

Rose: Must you really bring up the past, ASStrid?

Astrid: Put the emphasis on the first syllable of my name one more time and I will hit you so hard it will not only put your teeth down the back of your throat but also make your ancestors dizzy.

Crumb: DISHONOR! DISHONOR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY!

Rose: What the hell has gotten into you?

Crumb: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. You didn’t get the Mulan reference?

Rose: Uh… do I look like a nerd?

Nelson: Even I got it. But making Disney references is not what we are getting paid to do. So let’s get back to the task at hand.

One can almost cut the tension between Astrid and Rose with a knife as Patrick Nelson regains his composure.

Nelson: Expanding on the earlier topic of Vin Halsted and Flaming Youth, their respective friends slash tag team partners will also be going at it in the match scheduled to take place after the aforementioned one.

Crumb: A lot of people are looking forward to both matches. I could be mistaken… but isn’t this also their first singles matches?

Rose: They are a tag team. Why should they be forced to compete as singles competitors?

Astrid: I am a singles competitor. Why should I be forced to compete in tag team matches?

Rose: That’s different…

Nelson: Well regardless, we are only halfway through our opening and you two are doing nothing but bickering like a couple of children.

Astrid: Again… she started it.

Nelson: Anyway, another veteran that has been on a roll since debuting here in Iconic Professional Wrestling is none other than David Gideon Smith who put up quite a valiant effort in the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament at Civil War Two.

Astrid: Yet he lost… is there any surprise there. He hasn’t been much of anything and then waltzes into IPW after almost two years off and expects to become champion. Pfft!

Crumb: After losing to Brianna Rissi in the finals, one can only wonder what is going on inside his head. Will he have lost his drive losing to his good friend like that.

Rose: Oh please… BEERana bounces around from friend to friend when it is convenient for her.

Nelson: Speaking of Brianna Rissi, our new Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, she was attacked by her, I guess former now, friend and ally, Oliver Black, after her win.

Rose: Oh Oliver is just a jealous hag who lost his title and then disappears for a month. If the spotlight isn’t on him he whines. He’s the literal definition of an attention wh…

Crumb: ROSE!

Astrid: Sadly… I have to agree with her on that statement.

Nelson: Well he will tonight be going up against Scott Wilson in his first match back since losing the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship to Krahe.

Crumb: It seems like he’s got a new attitude too. And given what happened to Scott Wilson at Civil War Two, I think he’s poised to make quite an impact.

Rose: You know, you give that whiner too much credit.

Crumb: Do you have anything to say, Astrid?

Astrid: Nope… because no matter what I say he’ll twist it in such a way to try and make something out of it that it’s not.

Nelson: Scott Wilson’s tag team partner, the man who attacked him afterwards, Jason Dave will be going up against Aaron Kostan.

Astrid: I’m glad he stopped calling himself “the artist” but he’s most certainly NOT “Mr. IPW”. He’s been mediocre at best for a while now.

Rose: Says the woman who has done nothing but lose lately.

Astrid: Again, watch your tongue or you’ll be digesting your teeth before the end of the show.

Crumb: I’m not going to lie… I’m liking the energy here. Jason is going to have one heck of an uphill battle facing him tonight. And Aaron is in the same boat. These two are pretty evenly matched.

Nelson: And in our main event, we will be seeing a Contest of Champions as Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion, Krahe, will be going up against our NEW Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Brianna Rissi.

Crumb: This is going to be interesting, that is most certain. Brianna fought long and hard through Civil War Two to come out with our top prize but Krahe is unlike anyone she’s ever faced before.

Rose: If there was anyone who whined as much as Ollie it’s BEERana. She’s also highly disrespectful and should’ve been fired.

Crumb: Didn’t you say you were going to come after whoever won the tournament, Astrid? How’s it going to be facing a friend?

Astrid: Yes I did… but that was before my indefinite medical suspension. And I’m not sure if I can call Brianna a friend anymore because she’s not been friendly towards me in a dog’s age… ever since I gained custody of my sister.

Crumb: Regardless… that is one heck of a main event we have lined up!

Astrid: Well they’re going to have a lot to live up to considering Munin and I tore the house down and then some at the last show.

Nelson: Well without further delay, let the Chaos action begin!

Torres: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALLl with a TEN MINUTE time limit.

Captain All-Star strides out from backstage as soon as "All Star" by Smashmouth hits and briefly poses atop the entrance ramp before striding down towards the ring and entering.

Nelson: Captain All-Star has always given each of his matches everything he has and I have a feeling that tonight is no exception.

Crumb: That may be the case, but one has to wonder what exactly is his everything really when he barely gets a move in edgewise.

Astrid: His everything is like a jab and a kick before he’s gassed, running on fumes like a car with an empty tank. He is vastly out of his league here with this one.

Rose: Again, how does he even still have a job? I guess Brooklyn Holloway likes feeding him to the wolves.

The lights cut to dark. An ASCII skull glitches on the screen. The opening of “Brainfog” by Static-X plays. Somewhere in the crowd Knox emerges and he bounds for the ring, snaking through the audience. He climbs over the barricade and uses the middle rope as a leverage to pull himself up onto his knees. He looks around and smirks--then climbs into the ring to prepare for his match.

Nelson: Knox is coming here, looking to make a statement. Being in the first match of the show will allow him to set the tone for the rest of the night.

Astrid: But given the limited capacity of his opponent, and the fact that Cap is like Drake Jones in that everyone has beaten him, I doubt that’s going to be the case. He’s going to be beating an old man… that’s nothing to brag about.

Crumb: He’s going to have to do more to get the people to really look at him. I do though however believe that tonight is going to be a good start for him.

Rose: Can I take my pee break now even though the show has just begun?

DING DING DING!!!

---Debut Match: Knox vs. Captain All-Star---

The bell hasn’t even finished echoing throughout the arena when Knox charges towards Captain All-Star, instantly hitting him with a superman punch before following it up with a series of chops that include Kesagiri, Mongolian and knife edge. Captain All-Star stumbles back into the corner only to be met with a running knee lift into the corner from Knox who promptly follows it up with an atomic drop that takes the veteran All-Star down to his knees. But before Captain All-Star has a chance to react, he’s hit by Knox’s finisher #000000 Out (Shining Wizard).

One…

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: Here is your winner… Knox!

Nelson: There is no surprise in the very dominant victory for Knox.

Astrid: Everyone knew that was going to happen.

Crumb: You can’t discredit Captain All-Star though. He was going up against someone that’s half his age if not more.

Rose: And that should be a blatant red flag for him to pack it all in and RETIRE!

As Knox celebrates his win, Averie Stardust appears on the stage and stares in his direction. The two lock eyes and stare at each other as the fans grow with their reactions.

Nelson: Looks like our newest signee Averie Stardust has decided to make her presence known tonight.

Rose: Oh great… Brooklyn’s hiring strippers now?

Astrid: And she looks like she’s fresh off the pole.

Crumb: Her name reminds me of…

Astrid: If you say David Bowie, the only person CAPABLE of living up to such a moniker… I will definitely make you whatever you want next poker night.

Crumb: Actually that’s what I was going to say.

The staredown between the new IPW Icons continues until the scene fades out to commercial/backstage.

---Eli Sykes vs. Josef Beck---

Nelson: Up next we should be having the matchup between Eli Sykes and Josef Beck…

Rose: But?

Nelson: If you give me time to finish, Rose Marie. As I was saying, I have just received official word from General Manager Tapioca Joe’s office that both Sykes and Beck have experienced travel issues and will not be present tonight.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS ELI SYKES AND JOSEF BECK WILL NOT BE COMPETING HERE TONIGHT?!?!

Astrid: Probably, “travel issues, huh? Pffttt!”

Rose: Hey, damn it! That’s my line!

Astrid: Deal with it.

Crumb: Hehee…

Nelson: Well since that match will not be taken place, we will move right on to the next in line.

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

“Prototype” by Viktoria Modesta plays as Brodie makes her way to the ring.

Astrid: Where did this one come from?

Crumb: You don’t know who Brodie is?

Astrid: I’m sorry that I was too preoccupied with someone who’s worth a damn.

Rose: Oh don’t worry. I almost forgot she was on the roster myself.

Nelson: Well after two straight losses, I think that Brodie is ready to live up to the saying, third time is the charm.

Astrid: Given who her opponent is… yeah… that’s most likely going to happen.

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.

Astrid: Oh this guy is utterly embarrassing. I think he’s kept around just as a joke.

Rose: Again, that’s something we can agree on.

Nelson: Regardless of what the two of you think, you cannot discredit him for not trying.

Crumb: He’s got a lot of heart under that thick… ego.

The fans begin to cheer as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway!

DING DING DING!!!

---Brodie vs. Drake Jones---

Drake wastes little time in running forward---hitting Brodie in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. Brodie starts to fight back with a few strikes of her own. The two Icons battle back and forth across the ring to the delight of the fans. Brodie seems as if she is taking control as she shoves Drake back against the ropes. She hits him with a few chops to the chest before shooting him across the ring.

Crowd: WOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Unfortunately for her, when Drake returns on the rebound, he leaps into the air and sends Brodie crashing to the mat with a flying forearm smash! Brodie stumbles back up to her feet. Drake charges and sends Brodie crashing back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! He dives on top for the cover.

One...

Two... Brodie kicks out!

Astrid: Well that’s pretty brazen of Drake… but it’s also no surprise because he’s that much of an idiot.

Crumb: It should come to no surprise that he tried to end the match early. It has become a habit of his.

Rose: Because that twisted ego of his won’t allow him to do otherwise. And then 99.9% of the time he goes down quickly.

Nelson: Well you have to at least give Jones credit for taking the fight to Brodie.

Brodie begins to pull herself back up to her feet. Drake closes the gap between the two of them and hits Brodie in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes. He then pulls Brodie in and tries to set her up for a snap suplex. Brodie blocks the attempt. Drake once again tries to hoist Brodie into the air, but again Brodie manages to block the attempt. Brodie then shoves Drake away, leaps into the air, and hits him on the jaw with a knee strike! Drake stumbles around. Brodie steps forward and hits him with a spinning backfist! She then pulls Drake in to set up for a legsweep, but Drake blocks the attempt with an elbow shot!

Nelson: Well that elbow shot caught Brodie off guard that is for sure. Now if Drake Jones can capitalize on this, things could turn out wonderfully for him.

Astrid: Pfft! I doubt that is going to happen. This is Drake Jones we’re talking about after all.

Crumb: Both Brodie and Drake have blocked moves, this isn’t going to be easy for either one of them to get the victory tonight.

Rose: Ugh… can I go take my pee break now?

Brodie regains her footing and quickly tries to grab Drake, only to have Drake respond with a second elbow shot! Brodie stumbles back as Drake leaps into the air and hits Brodie with a dropkick! Brodie rolls over toward the ropes before Drake can keep control of the match. Drake ignores the fact and runs at Brodie to try and send her out to the floor with a clothesline, only to have Brodie step forward and cut him off with a kick to the jaw! The impact sends Drake staggering. Brodie pulls him in and delivers a double underhook backbreaker!

Astrid: I won’t lie, I do thoroughly enjoy watching him get spanked. The dude has absolutely no respect for anyone.

Nelson: Brodie is being quite impressive. She is now the one taking the fight to Jones.

Crumb: I think the third time is definitely going to be the charm for Brodie.

Rose: But it’s nothing to write home to mommy about. Everyone’s defeated Drake Jones at one point or another.

Drake clutches at his back in pain and tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Smirking, Brodie closes the gap and hits Drake with a slap to the face. She follows it up with a second before grabbing Drake’s head. Brodie runs toward the ropes and uses them to deliver a tornado DDT! She hooks the leg while covering.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Astrid: Awe come on Drake! You could’ve let her get the three so that this could be over with.

Nelson: Drake Jones is doing what he can to keep the match alive for himself. He very narrowly kept himself in this.

Crumb: But that DDT took a lot out of him. I don’t know how much more he can take.

Rose: Hopefully not a lot… I’m bored out of my mind here.

Brodie takes a few steps back and begins to laugh. She glares at Drake as he starts to pull himself up to his feet. Once Drake is standing, Brodie runs at him and tries to plant him on the mat with a clothesline. Drake ducks out of the way and waits until Brodie turns around before catching her on the jaw with a superkick! Brodie hits the mat hard. Drake drops down on top for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: It looks to me as though there is still a bit of fight left in Jones.

Astrid: That superkick was out of pure desperation… nothing more.

Crumb: Even I agree with that. I think Drake might be gassed here.

Rose: Thank god!

Drake delivers a few more quick strikes to wear Brodie down. He then drags her over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up the top. He pauses for a moment to steady himself. Brodie drags herself back up to her feet and throws herself at the ropes. Drake falls to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to get hit with a bulldog for his efforts! Brodie crawls over and locks on her crossface in the middle of the ring. In a matter of seconds, Drake taps the canvas floor to surrender.

Torres: The winner of this match...Brodie!!!

Astrid: Well I could say I’m surprised… but I’m not.

Nelson: It was a very valiant effort on Jones’ part nonetheless though. Congratulations to Brodie on getting her first Iconic Professional Wrestling victory.

Crumb: For a minute there I wasn’t exactly sure who would be coming out on top.

Rose: To be fair… it is Drake Jones. Everyone’s beaten him so far.

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

A blue strobe light flickers over the white smoke as Halsted rises up from the floor to the rampway while standing with his head down and hand-in-hand in front of his body when the first chord of “Hail to the King” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play. He, then, rages forward with his arms spread and a massive yell from his abdomen “Hail to the King” as the line “Hail to the King” crescendos over the arena sound system. The blue strobe light fades as a cascading golden waterfall of fireworks flows from the top of the entrance to the rampway behind him, he saunters forward with a cocky strut and smirk on his face. He jumps onto the middle of the apron in front of the ring, wipes his feet, and jumps over the ropes with ease. He climbs the nearest corner first to stand in front of the crowd to bask in his glory as he stretches his arms with his fists clenched as the refrain of “Hail to the King” plays over again. The music fades as he climbs down, then he turns and smirks at his opponent at the start of the match.

Astrid: Oh look… another over-roided meathead.

Nelson: Vin Halsted came out of Civil War Two with the victory over Eli Sykes and tonight…

Astrid: I thought we covered this already. Eli is a HASBEEN.

Crumb: While he might have won, I still see it as being tainted given that he had assistance from Enforcer.

Rose: Because he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it on his own… so he resorted to cowardly tactics.

The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" by Ted Nugent begins to blare across the arena. Red strobe lights flicker all around the building, and finally settle on the entryway where the silhouette of Flaming Youth can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the four screens.

YOUTH IS A MINDSET
MY FLAME IS ETERNAL

At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and spins around on the ramp-way, reaching out to the crowd who scream in adulation. He comes to a teetering stop facing the ring, a coy grin on his face, as he looks back at his massive partner, Press, who merely nods his approval. Youth then takes off into a sprint to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope, and popping up with his hands over his head. Dashing over to the corner he bounds up to the second rope, and scans the crowd, talking jive as the fans soak it all up. With a short hop, he spins so that he’s now facing the ring, and takes a seat on the top rope to await his opponent while Press takes up a position on the outside near his corner.

Nelson: Flaming Youth and Press are still in command of the tag team division.

Rose: What division? They’re the only ones in it.

Crumb: And after Civil War Two, they are proving that they’re going to keep tearing through each team that steps in their way.

Astrid: I wouldn’t call Two First Names and another false king a real team to be fair.

DING DING DING!!!

---Vin Halsted vs. Flaming Youth---

Vin walks over to the ropes to leer malevolently at Press on the floor. Press glares up at him and Vin’s sick smile only intensifies. Youth moves in behind him and grabs at him for a German suplex grip. Vin executes a standing switch and starts to go for a full nelson, Youth rotates into a victory roll.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Astrid: Well it looks like Vin’s plan backfired.

Nelson: It did look like he was trying to bait Press into attacking him, but Flaming Youth got the better of him.

Crumb: Vin needs to have eyes in the back of his head. I think Press is only out here so there isn’t a repeat of Vin’s Civil War Two match.

Rose: Given that this is Flaming Poo’s second singles match here, he’s got to show that he can win this on his own… which I doubt will happen.

As both Icons get to their feet, Youth runs Vin into the ropes for an O’Connor roll. Vin holds onto the ropes and Youth rolls back all by himself. Vin spins into a wicked clothesline and Youth goes down hard. Vin covers, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Vin flips him over and tries to go for a powerbomb but Youth rolls through into an inside cradle.

One...

Two...

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: A great series of reversals by both parties. Halsted thought he had Flaming Youth where he wanted him, but Flaming Youth proved that he is a lot stronger willed that people think he is.

Astrid: That’s only because he has his muscle here at ringside. I am curious to see what he would be like without Press out here too to protect him.

Rose: You’re no better….or do you not recall having a large Samoan woman out here with you?

Astrid: One, she’s Hawaiian. And two, that was ordered by my husband for my personal safety.

Crumb: The fact of the matter is that so far, these two seem to have an answer for anything the other one throws at them. That only means good things for this match.

As they start up, Youth kicks Vin in the side of the head and then jumps into a magistral cradle.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!!

Vin slides out to the floor. Youth gets to his feet, backing off and motioning at the crowd to get louder again as Vin stares into the ring from the floor.

Nelson: That was a wicked kick from Flaming Youth. I was surprised that Halsted was able to kick out after that one!

Crumb: You’re not the only one. Just look at the look on Youth’s face right now.

Rose: Dude, he’s looking out into the crowd.

Astrid: Even I can see that he’s hiding something behind his attempt to get the crowd on his side.

The referee moves to start counting as Vin stands on the floor.

One...

Two...

Three…

Vin glares up at the referee and wags a finger at him. The referee leans over and tells him to get back in the ring. Vin leans up and motions at the referee to come closer. As the referee does so, Enforcer hits the ring and gives Youth the DeathPenalty DDT! Enforcer rolls away to the floor and scurries back up the ramp as Youth lays on the mat.

Rose: Well who would’ve guessed that Enforcer was going to stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong? Why isn’t the referee disqualifying that Roided Freak right now?

Astrid: Cowards I tell you… they’re a team of cowards.

Nelson: With the referee distracted, it was the perfect chance for Halsted’s partner, Enforcer, to come sneaking in.

Crumb: Youth is going to need a miracle at this point.

Vin steps up onto the apron and moves past the referee, drags Youth up to the top turnbuckle, and attempts to hit him with Fahgetaboutit Bomb (top-rope powerbomb). As Vin hoists Youth up, Press charges around the ring and delivers a massive axehandle to Vin’s back! As Vin falls forward, Youth leaps out of his hold and lands on the top turnbuckle. The smaller half of Bombtrax displays his athleticism by jumping off the turnbuckle, at the same time Vin hits the canvas, and connects with Eternal Youth (450 Splash)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS…

Astrid: Oh shut up, Crumb!

Rose: Great… now both teams have resorted to cheating. They’re all cowards here.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: Here is your winner….Flaming Youth!

Astrid: Can you put an asterix on a wrestling record like you can with baseball?

Nelson: After a couple of short handed tactics from both sides, Flaming Youth comes out on top and sends a message to anyone trying to challenge their dominance.

Crumb: Now one has to wonder what the match between Enforcer and Press is going to be like?

Rose: Probably as pathetic as this one was.

When Chaos returns from commercial break a black and white video package plays recapping the return of Oliver Black at Civil War Two.

“One Month Ago”

Reads at the bottom corner of the screen. Brianna Rissi sat elated in the ring, the newly crowned IPW Heavyweight Champion.

Nelson: HE IS HERE! After a month's absence and much speculation, OLIVER BLACK IS AT CIVIL WAR TWO!

The montage cuts to Oliver Black making his way down the ramp way towards the ring.

Crumb: Surely he’s here to congratulate his friend and partner Brianna Rissi on finally winning the Heavyweight Championship!

Brianna embraced Oliver Black with a hug, while Black’s arms laid at his side, not returning the embrace.

Oliver Black: You gotta love when everything goes according to plan!

Brianna smiled looking down at her title briefly before she looked around at the crowd, taking in her moment.

Oliver Black: And now it appears that you… you have something that belongs to ME!

Oliver Blacks hand gestured as he spoke, his finger tip landing firm on the Heavyweight Championship with the word “me”.

Crumb: Watch out, Brianna!

The Misfit still on the outside slithered under the bottom rope behind Brianna Rissi! Rissi felt the movement behind her and turned around fast before The Misfit could make his move causing him to slip backwards back under the rope, never having fully entered.

Rose: That wasn’t an attack, that was a distraction!

Oliver Black grabbed Brianna from behind and pulled her back into his new finishing move Dust to Dust (coquina clutch)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING THAT OLIVER BLACK JUST TOOK OUT HIS FRIEND BRIANNA RISSI WITH A COQUINA CLUTCH!

The montage fades out with a close up of a laughing face of Oliver Black’s father, The Misfit.

The scene fades into the present time, strobe lights scan the arena as “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” echoes over the sound system. Both Oliver Black and The Misfit have already made their entrance into the arena during the montage. The Misfit impatiently pacing the ring as Oliver Black sits somber in his large black throne. His face painted once more like that of a skeleton, his black chipped fingernails drumming on one arm while his leg is draped over the other. His eyes are void of any emotion as he watched the Civil War clip.

Nelson: After a month spent in silence, without explanation, Oliver Black has promised to explain his actions at Iconic Professional Wrestling’s supercard Civil War Two!

Astrid: Awe come on… you should know better than that that Oliver is just going to dance around before he finally gets to what he’s talking about.

Crumb: I for one am dying to know just why Oliver Black turned on his unholy alliance member, just moments after the biggest moment of her career!

Rose: OK… so now you’re kissing his derriere? Whatever happened to being impartial?

Astrid: Says the queen of the biased commentary.

Rose: Technically it’s not… I just hate everyone.

The lights in the ring slowly rose to full light, while simultaneously Oliver’s entrance music faded out. The Misfit lifts the microphone to his lips.

The Misfit: For nearly two years, my son has been writing a masterpiece! A classic horror anthology, full of twists and turns. Scares and surprises that have kept viewers on the edge of their seat!

The Misfit momentarily stopped pacing the ring.

The Misfit: With much critical acclaim, each new installment has been and I quote “better than the last.”

Rose: And I quote? Where is he getting these delusional sources?

Astrid: He’s been “dead” for over two years so of course he’s going to come up with some cocamamy BS. But I do find the “better than the last” thing comical.

Nelson: I think you may have answered your own question,Rose Marie.

The Misfit: And last month at Civil War, Oliver Black gave all of you miscreants exactly what you have been begging for… at Civil War, Oliver Black unveiled to the WORLD… Chapter 3!

Crumb: I’m lost, Chapter Three?

Nelson: I think The Misfit is referring to the fictional horror anthology Oliver Black calls his master plans, Crumb?

Astrid: I hope by Chapter 3 he doesn’t mean another boring as run with a bunch of whining and bitching thrown in.

Rose: Oh god I hope not.

Suddenly, the lights turn back and the Misfit and Oliver Black disappear into the darkness. White flashes of light like thunder strike across the arena and the stream of a guitar is heard overhead.

“OOOOOHHHH, I’ve miss the misery!”

“I Miss the Misery” by Halestorm blares through the speakers of the arena and a tiny figure emerges from behind the back holding something shiny. The lights come on and Brianna Rissi stands at top of the ramp looking down at the two figures at the bottom of the ramp. She glares down at her former Unholy Alliance member.

Nelson: It is Brianna Rissi! She is here!

Rose: Of course she is here, she has a match later on against Zachariah Khane.

Nelson: NO! I mean she is here, as in right now!

Oliver Black smirks up at her as Brianna stands there, and looks down at her IPW Heavyweight title that is draped over her left shoulder. She’s already dressed in her wrestling gear in wrestling boots that come up to her knees, a red belly shirt, black shorts and fishnet stockings under them. Her hair hangs in two pigtails as she assesses her accessory. She then slowly raises it into the air, as she looks down at Oliver Black and mouths “mine” clearly read on her lips.

She then lowers it and rests it back on her left shoulder, before skipping down the ramp toward the ring. She circles the square before hopping up the stairs and entering the ring and walking around the ring with the title lifted up in the air, and then leaning against the ropes and sitting on the middle rope and turns to face Oliver and Misfit. She then smirks at them and pats her title and signals to the ring announcer to hand her a microphone as she balances. She then turns to the two in the ring and as the music fades as she raises the mic up to her lips and speaks.

Brianna Rissi: Sheilas and blokes, in the ring at this time weighing at 118 pounds, with the Iconic…. World….. Heavyweight…. Championship…… your Iconic Heavyweight Champion….. BRIAAAAANNNNNNAAAA RISSSSSIIIIIII!

Rose: She really thinks she’s a World Champion? I see why her and Oliver were teaming!

Astrid: Awe poor Bri. It looks like Oliver’s stupidity has rubbed off on her.

Crumb: I never fully understood why he even called it that?

Astrid: To stroke his own ego and to make him seem like he’s better than what he really is.

She lowers the microphone and gawks at the two men before her, her head cocking to the side.

Brianna Rissi: G’day Ollie! Sorry for the intrusion. You didn’t actually think you could start a party down here and not invite your best mate, did ya?

She strokes the title as though it were a kitten while her eyes deadlock on Oliver Black. As the two former allies stare at each other coldly, The Misfit calmly steps between the two competitors breaking Brianna’s line of sight.

The Misfit: Hello Brianna, I have waited a long time to finally be able to meet you. Although we have been in the same companies, it’s been brought to my attention that we have never formally met. So allow me to introduce myself…

Astrid: Uh… I don’t recall Misfit being around when Brianna came into town in EHWF.

Rose: That’s because you’ve been knocked in the head one too many times.

Astrid: Probably...

The Misfit began to introduce himself calmly and coldly, almost eerie how subdued he is, only to be cut off by Rissi.

Brianna Rissi: Save your breath, I know who you are and I know what you’ve done. So Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah…. Like I said, save your breath. No grand introductions are necessary. Let’s cut to the chase shall me, mates?

The Misfit: If you insist.

The Misfit brushes off Brianna’s attitude.

The Misfit: I suppose you have come here to hear first hand an explanation for the actions of Oliver last month at Civil War. And the explanation is simple…

Brianna closes her eyes and holds up her hand to stop Misfits from further explanation. Opening them, she leans back against the rope and pierces her eyes in Oliver's direction.

Brianna Rissi: I've already heard enough from you, Bogan.

She nods once in Oliver's direction lifting her chin in indication.

Brianna Rissi: I want to hear it from him.

Astrid: Haha! Go Bri.

Rose: You’re actually cheering her on?

Crumb: Haven’t you heard the enemy of my enemy is my friend?

Nelson: I get where…

Astrid: Hush up! No you don’t.

Suddenly, Brianna’s mouth curves into a smile. She then begins to clap her hands as she cackles as though sharing a joke with her “former” bestie.

Brianna Rissi: But first, let me say, good onya, mate! You really pulled the wool over my eyes! I should have seen it coming, and I probably would have suspected it sooner had you not lost the IPW TV title to Krahe last month.

Astrid: I’m starting to suspect this is an imposter. Bri never talks like that.

Crumb: Something does feel a bit off.

She smirks, shaking her head. She then waves her right arm indicating the floor is Oliver’s. The Misfit ignores her request to speak to Oliver and continues speaking for him. Oliver although still showing no emotion towards Rissi, his eyes follow her as she paces the ring.

The Misfit: While we are more than confident that the Television Championship is in competent hands, we can not say the same for those of the Heavyweight Championship… which brings me to…

Brianna waves her hand in the air and rolls her eyes.

Brianna Rissi: Yea, yea, yea, blah, blah, blah. I swear, you should just buy a tape recorder and record yourself because you apparently like to hear yourself yabber.

She looks at Ollie.

Brianna Rissi: Is he always this much of a whacka? I’m done with the peasant, and if Ollie can’t change his own knickers, then perhaps this conversation is as dead as his former title reign…

She hops off middle rope and skips over to the corner of the ring where the stairs are. She starts to make her way through the ropes.

Oliver Black: I did it, because I had to…

Oliver finally spoke in a soft voice, still sitting upon his throne-like chair. Eyes still glued to Brianna who paused one foot on the stairs.

Oliver Black: I did it, because NO ONE else could!

Brianna ducks under the middle rope and back into the ring.

Oliver Black: I didn’t do it because these PEOPLE needed me to! I didn’t do it because this COMPANY needed me to! But I did it because YOU needed me to!

Nelson: Is Oliver Black saying he attacked his partner, Brianna Rissi, for her own good?!

Astrid: Nah, he’s just saying that to try and make himself look better than he is. This is Oliver after all.

Rose: I don’t think he knows how to function without sticking his unworthy nose in a title picture.

Crumb: This is certainly getting interesting.

Oliver Black: I could sit here and tell you all about these fans and this company. I could tell you about how over a year ago I stepped away from the heavyweight championship picture because I thought these fans wanted something new. Or I could tell you about how this company and its entire roster begged for someone new! And I could give you example after example of why they were all wrong!

Astrid: Nope… totally right because nobody wants to see you with a belt.

Nelson: Let him speak, Mrs. Samson.

Oliver references back to the many failed champions to hold the IPW Championship after him as he rose from the throne and began to pace in a circle around Rissi.

Oliver Black: But I won’t… because Brianna as much as I’m sure the world will never believe I could see beyond myself. As much as they will never believe this is anything more than a sad attempt to place myself back in the spotlight. Believe me when I say, this has NOTHING to do with ME and EVERYTHING to do with YOU!

Oliver stopped right in front of Brianna staring her in the eye.

Oliver Black: For the past year I vowed to make IPW Great Again! And I put my heart and soul into the Television Championship division in an attempt to put this company on the map. For over a year I have carried this company on my back, and despite my blood, sweat and tears… Bri, I failed. This company isn’t any better than it was a year ago, and if you look back at the past heavyweight champions one could say maybe it’s even worse! And that’s when it hit me Brianna, if I wanted to make IPW Great Again… I had to make BRIANNA RISSI GREAT… AGAIN!

Astrid: We have a wannabe Baby Orangutan over here.

Rose: Again… I have to agree with you.

Crumb: I thought that this was supposed to be a “Fade to Black” talk show?

Nelson: Well regardless of what it was supposed to be and what it has become, a message has been made.

Oliver dropped the microphone onto the mat and dropped to the mat rolling under the bottom rope and exited the ring. Brianna’s eyes narrow as she goes to lean against the ropes, watching her former alliance member walk up the ramp, confusion clearly written on her face.. She then looks back at Misfit as Oliver disappears. She adjusts the title over her left shoulder and takes the few steps over to Misfit and cocks her head to the side. She then makes a go to leave, when suddenly she spin kicks him and he lands on his backside.

Brianna Rissi: That was for the distraction….

She then throws the mic on top of Misfit and exits the ring as “I Miss the Misery” blares, leaving the heavyweight champion trailing Oliver.

Astrid: Well that certainly was interestingly… boring. I’m still going with the whole imposter idea because Brianna has never spoken like that.

Crumb: Regardless, were any questions really answered? I still feel like it was a season ending cliffhanger.

Nelson: I am not sure myself but whatever the case is, it sure did get people to pay attention.

Rose: Did anyone else feel like it was forced? And since when has Oliver needed to hide behind a mouth piece?

#JoinTheMovement

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

”Natural Born Killaz” By Ice Cube and Dr. Dre starts playing throughout the arena. Smoke comes from the entranceway. As the smoke is clearing The Enforcer walks through the smoke and looks out at the crowd. Enforcer then walks down to the ring. He walks up the stairs to the ring apron, looks out at the crowd and lifts his arms out to the side. Enforcer steps through the top and middle ropes. Enforcer walks over to the opposite ring ropes and lifts his arms out to his side.

Astrid: You know, if this fool hadn’t stuck his nose into the last match… that could’ve actually wound up being interesting.

Nelson: I think both teams are worried about the other, otherwise why bother?

Crumb: Vin and Enforcer are two strong guys who could really do some damage to both members of The BombTrax.

Rose: Ehhhh….

The lights go dim as "Strangle Hold" begins to blare across the arena. Red strobe-lights begin to flicker all around the ring and ramp way, and finally settle on the entryway where the silhouette of the massive Press can be seen standing in the curtain. These words can be seen clearly up on the four small screens.

WITH THIS PASS
I CAN GO ANYWHERE I DAMN WELL PLEASE!

At the chorus of the song he bursts through the curtain, and thrusts his black chair with the words "Press Pass" high up into the air with a grimace spread across his face. He scans the crowd as he stalks down towards the ring, followed by Flaming Youth who wears a confident grin. Press reaches the ring and throws his chair in under the bottom rope, hops up on the apron, and enters the ring by swinging his leg up and over the top rope. He knocks his head to the left & right to get out the kinks, and then throws his fists high into the air all the while letting out an animalistic growl. The crowd goes wild as he stalks over to the corner, and nonchalantly leans into it awaiting for the start of the match.

Nelson: After the last match in which Press helped his tag team partner secure the victory, he looks more than ready to do battle in his own match.

Crumb: I have a sneaking suspicion we’re going to see somewhat of the same thing… unless one of these two guys takes the other...

Enforcer runs over and gives the big man a flying forearm. Press staggers back while the referee calls for the bell to officially start the match.

DING DING DING!!!

---Enforcer vs. Press---

Crumb: I spoke a little too soon.

Astrid: Enforcer is almost just as bad as Drake Jones with the whole jumping the gun thing.

Enforcer starts throwing wild punches, pounding away on the big man’s midsection as Press is forced back into the ropes. Press swats at Enforcer with his right hand and Enforcer ducks it, jumping into an enziguri kick that only catches Press in the armpit. The big man grimaces and drills Enforcer in the back with a big forearm shot. Enforcer goes down on all fours and Press jumps into an Oklahoma roll.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Astrid: I was just proven how much he is like Drake Jones. He jumped the gun a bit too soon and then it blew up in his face.

Crumb: If that enziguri had landed further up Press’ body though, things could be way different than they are now.

Rose: I doubt he could even jump up high enough to have it land in the proper spot.

Enforcer rolls to the ropes and slowly pulls himself up on the apron. Press stand and Enforcer launches himself into a slingshot flying forearm attempt. Press catches him and swings into a side slam.

Crumb: Goodness what an impact by Press!

Rose: How much more of that can Enforcer sustain?

Nelson: That is definitely the question!

Astrid: And I would say the answer is not much!

Press holds for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH.... KICK OUT!!

Press starts to get up but Enforcer pulls him down into an inside cardle.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!!

Nelson: Well it looks like Enforcer is proving us all wrong.

Astrid: Who’s to say that he didn’t do that cradle out of desperation?

Crumb: I’m still wondering whether or not we’re going to see a repeat of the previous match and that their respective partners will come into the fray?

Rose: These two teams are so much alike in so many ways that it’s sickening.

As the bigger half of Bombtrax starts up, Enforcer kicks at his legs and rolls away. Press grits his teeth and then regains his standard upright posture. Enforcer bounces off the opposite ropes and returns with a huge clothesline! Press goes down but almost immediately gets back up. Enforcer connects with a mafia kick and Press is staggered. Enforcer connects with a second one and Press staggers a little more. Enforcer hits a shoulderblock to Press’ leg causing the big man to fall to one knee. Enforcer then goes to the top turnbuckle. As he starts to set for a clothesline from the top turnbuckle, ”Strangle Hold” by Ted Nugent hits..

Crumb: Looks like we’re about to get some company for this match too.

Nelson: Considering it happened earlier between Vin Hasted and Flaming Youth, it only makes sense for this one right?

Rose: I freaking knew it.

Astrid: I stand by my previous statement of “I wonder if they can do it on their own.”

Enforcer glances over and then jumps off anyway. Flaming Youth steps out onto the stage as Press catches Enforcer by the throat and drives him back into the canvas with a chokeslam!

Astrid: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS PRESS HITS ENFORCER WITH A HARD CHOKESLAM!

Crumb: Hey… that’s my line!

Astrid: So… doesn’t mean that others can’t say it.

Nelson: That is a bit funny, I am not going to lie.

Press covers.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Rose: Welp… two matches with two cases of blatant cheating and distractions.

Nelson: That is what you can expect to happen when people have friends or are in tag teams.

Crumb: Right you are there, Patticake. Needless to say, both teams tried to play the same game but only one of them was able to come out on top.

Astrid: I’m going to pull a Rose here and say I should’ve gone for a pee break. How do you guys survive this?!

Press stands and allows his arm to be raised in victory as Enforcer rolls out to the apron.

Torres: Here is your winner….Press!!!

As Enforcer starts to get to the floor, Youth rushes down and starts to pound away on him. The crowd starts to boo but then explodes into cheers as Vin Hilsted runs down to try and help his partner. Youth turns to meet him while Press jumps out and the fight is on amongst the two teams. Security rushes down to break up the fight only for all four Icons to start fighting them instead!

Nelson: Goodness gracious!

Rose: Never come between barfighters and their beer!

Crumb: What?!

Rose: What does that look like to you?

Astrid: A catfight.

Security is augmented by police officers, who quickly move in with stun guns and handcuffs to pull Enforcer, Vin, Youth and Press off of the now-bloodied security contingent. All four are dragged to the back kicking and screaming as the crowd boos and then breaks into a chant.

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!! LET THEM FIGHT!!!

Astrid: YES! LET THEM FIGHT! This is the first interesting thing all show. Hell, if I could I’d join in on it!

Nelson: Well now that it looks like it is back in control, I can only imagine what the future holds for these two teams.

Crumb: Oh for sure. This is definitely not the end of the line for this. I have a feeling that this is only the beginning.

Rose: Save me from the torture.

Nelson: Now that we have that contained we can move on to our next match of Chaos.

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

The lights go down as the low opening drone of "Razorface" rumbles through the arena. Random pulses and strobes of light flare across the Tron and throughout the rafters, eventually centralizing to the center of the Tron as a white pulse that grows brighter and faster in time with the sonar-beep. This builds to a crashing synthetic dirge, accompanied by orchestral strings, that signals the arrival of David Smith: he paces slowly out onto the stage, garbed in featureless black boots, tights, and kick/knee/elbow pads, a similarly featureless black duster swirling behind him.

Smith pauses at the top of the ramp, staring predatorily down at the ring. Then, after a moment, he starts down to the ring, not once breaking stride or acknowledging the crowd as he reaches the outside mats, ascends the steel steps, and enters through the ring ropes. He crosses the ring and goes up to the second turnbuckle, where he scans the crowd like a hawk before hopping down to the mat, removing and tossing the duster to the outside, and beginning to limber up.

Nelson: A surprisingly warm reception...

Rose: They’re just being polite...

Crumb: Are you sure about that?

Rose: Wait until the next one… who actually deserves it…

Astrid: You really must be drunk?!

”Turn to Stone” by Joe Walsh blares as Cross Recoba makes his way to the ring.

---David Gideon Smith vs. Cross Recoba---

Nelson: And here we go with this matchup of...

Suddenly the lights go out.

Rose: Iconic Media LLC forget to pay the light bill again, Astrid?

Astrid: I have no idea what’s going on right now!

The lights come back on to find four masked men standing in the ring, all wearing matching pants that read “Dominance” down the side. The largest of the four blasts Cross in the back while the other three all attack DGS. The big one punches Cross who slumps in the corner.

Nelson: Those look like brass knuckles on that large man’s hand!

Rose: That would certainly explain why Cross ate one shot and look like he’s been shot!

Crumb: The other three are just relentlessly beating down DGS in the corner!

Astrid: Well this is an interesting development.

The big man drags Cross up to the top turnbuckle and then jumps off with a tiger bomb that rattles the ring. One of the masked men hurries away to the opposite corner and starts to ascend to the top. A second one ascends to the top in the corner of DGS and the fourth masked man. The fourth masked man steps back to allow the big one to punch DGS the same way he punched Cross. DGS starts to slump but the fourth masked man grabs him and hits a tiger driver ‘91. The fourth masked man and the big one shove DGS into the corner and then back away nodding to their two compatriots.

Nelson: What in the hell are they doing now?!

Rose: Making a statement!

Crumb: Of what?

Rose: We’re here.

The second masked man on the opposite turnbuckles, turns his back on DGS and then leaps off into a backflip, flying the length of the ring before unrolling into a missile dropkick at the end that nearly knocks DGS out of the ring.

Nelson: This is just horrifying!

The last one remaining on the turnbuckles leaps off, hitting a double rotation shooting star press onto Cross. The four masked men stand menacingly over DGS and Cross. They nod before raising their arms together in triumph.

Nelson: Who ARE these guys?

Rose: I don’t know, but that was a freaking awesome move at the end!

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

The theme song of Scott Wilson plays. He reveals himself to the audience, soaking in the atmosphere. He makes his way to the ring, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming match.

Astrid: OH look… another man who calls himself a king but can’t live up to it.

Rose: Says the woman who calls herself a queen.

Astrid: It’s not a lie.

Rose: Pfft….

Nelson: Scott Wilson was on the brutal end of a post-match attack from his longtime friend, Jason Dave, at Civil War Two, one has to wonder if he is alright?

Crumb: He better hope he’s at one hundred percent because he’s going up against someone who’s fresh and ready to do battle.

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

NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)

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

Torres: Residing in Brooklyn, New York... he is “The Nightmare” Oliver Black!

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

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

Astrid: I think I’m going to go grab a drink and maybe take a pee break. I don’t need Ollie whining on Twitter about what I will say.

Rose: Hey he does it with what I say and I still say it.

Nelson: Oliver Black made his return at Civil War Two after taking some time off. He is walking into this rearing to go and to show everyone he has not lost it.

Crumb: One also has to wonder what kind of mindset he’s in given the fact that he hadn’t been seen between his title loss and Civil War Two.

Astrid: He’s bitching that something he rightfully lost is his. He can’t grasp the concept that nobody wants to live through another boring ass title reign from him when we’ve already suffered through two.

DING DING DING!!!

---"The Last King" Scott Wilson vs. "The Nightmare" Oliver Black---

Wilson wastes no time, rushing in but is brought to the mat with an armdrag takedown by Oliver. Wilson bounces off the mat and gets back to his feet. He rushes in again and Oliver takes him down with another armdrag takedown. Scott bounces back and again runs into another armdrag takedown.

Crumb: Oliver is putting on a clinic early tonight.

Rose: He is being a bit of a drag though. Hehee…

Astrid: I fully agree with you there. He’s a major drag and his makeup looks like a baby drag queen.

Nelson: A new look and a new mentality perhaps?

Astrid: Meh… doubt it. Ollie will always be Ollie… as much as he tries to change.

Wilson rushes in a fourth time and Oliver goes for another armdrag. Wilson, however, is prepared and blocks the attempt. He counters with a headbutt and a hurricanrana. Oliver gets back to his feet, Wilson rakes his eyes and then catches him up in a belly-to-belly suplex, sending Oliver to the mat. Scott goes for the cover.

One...

Two...kick out!

Astrid: COME ON SCOTT! Get your butt in gear!

Nelson: Wilson was clearly ready after getting hit in his first few attempts. If he can keep this up, this match is going to get interesting.

Rose: It has only just begun. There’s still plenty of time for one of them to screw it all up.

Crumb: These two know each other, so they should be more than ready for whatever the other one throws at him.

Oliver gets back to his feet and hits Wilson with a powerful palm strike, followed by a Liger Bomb. He lifts Scott up and backs him up into the corner before setting him up on the top turnbuckle. Oliver goes for a top rope DDT but Wilson is able to fight him off. Wilson rakes Oliver’s eyes causing him to fall backward onto the ring.

Astrid: I doubt Ollie saw that one coming. He toots his own horn a bit too much.

Crumb: That was a smart move there from Scott Wilson. He quite possibly could’ve saved the match for himself.

Wilson leaps off of the ropes and hits Oliver with a frogsplash. Oliver is able to get his knees up and Wilson bounces off of him, holding his stomach as he writhes on the mat. Oliver gets back to his feet, pulls Wilson to his feet, and plants him on the mat with a brainbuster. The Nightmare lifts the Last King up again and whips him into the ropes. Wilson bounces off the ropes and Oliver catches him with a boot to the midsection. Oliver tries to execute a pumphandle slam. Wilson is able to wiggle out at the last minute and drive Oliver to the mat with a bridging German suplex!

One...

Two...

T...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Another close call for Black!

Rose: Speaking of close, is there a snack vendor nearby?

Astrid: If you see someone with popcorn or candy floss let me know. I got a twenty just in case.

Rose: Only if you’re buying?!

Oliver gets back up and Wilson tries to kick him in the gut. Oliver catches the kick and drives him to the mat with a dragon screw. Wilson gets up, holding his knee. He howls in frustration and charges Oliver for a clothesline. Oliver side steps, kicks him in the stomach, and hits him with Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)!

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Oliver Black!

Nelson: Oliver Black picks up a huge career victory!

Rose: I think I see a snack cart over there. HEY! HEY! PEANUTS PLEASE!

Crumb: Oh...I could go for some nachos!

Astrid: Ooh…. POPCORN!

Torres: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN 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: After losing to The BombTrax at Civil War Two, Jason Dave attacked his tag team partner and longtime friend, Scott Wilson. Are we seeing a new side to him?

Crumb: It was very uncharacteristic of him to attack Scott like that. I think that may be the case.

Astrid: I would’ve snapped too if I carried that much dead weight through a match. Hell, I threw titles into the crowd because I got tired of carrying around 400 pounds of dead weight.

Rose: And you say that other people are whiners? Tsk tsk...

The calming guitar intro to "Rust" by No, Really begins to play over the speakers as cool blue spotlights scatter throughout the arena before unifying at the top of the stage. There, Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of blue light, hair pulled back in a tight bun, a smile on his face, and his arms stretched out wide. He takes a deep breath, drinking in the crowd's cheers. For a moment, "The Artist's" eyes close and his lips move in silent prayer as he looks heavenward. With one more deep breath he begins to walk to the ring, doling out high fives and handshakes with the IPW faithful. The spotlight follows him to the steps where he calmly walks up, taps the ring post and strolls across the ring apron. With a final scan of the crowd he ducks between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring.

Astrid: Aaron used to be something I was worried about… keyword being used to be.

Nelson: He has been on quite the rollercoaster ride in his tenure here. But ever since adopting the “Mr. IPW” moniker he seems to be on the up and up.

Rose: He doesn’t deserve it though. What has he really done to warrant it?

Crumb: He’s been the heart and soul of this…

Astrid: ERRR! WRONG!

There is a bit of tension between Dave and Kostan when the referee signals for them to start the match.

DING DING DING!!!

---Jason Dave vs. "Mr. IPW" Aaron Kostan---

The two Icons walk to the center of the ring, standing toe to toe with each other and give each other a glare before Dave hits Kostan with an extreme forearm smash that sends “The Artist” stumbling backward. And then all of the sudden it’s like a switch flips inside of Kostan’s head and he charges Dave, delivering a discus elbow and then following it up with a snap suplex. Kostan goes for a cover but before the referee can get down to count, Dave kicks out and creates some space between the two of them.

Nelson: Creating that space was very smart on Dave’s end. Kostan has just been taking it to him.

Crumb: It really isn’t looking too good for him right now.

Astrid: Two First names is biting it right now.

Kostan doesn’t show any signs of letting up, quickly closes the gap, hitting another discus elbow before following it up with an atomic drop. Dave stumbles back into the corner, only to be met with a corner high knee, driving his knee directly into Dave’s temple. Once Dave comes stumbling out of the corner, Kostan lifts him upon his shoulders and executes a flawless Finale (Argentine DDT)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTAN HIT JASON DAVE WITH FINALE?!?

Rose: Probably…”thank god this is over”

Astrid: You know, Rose, you really need to remove the stick from your ass.

Nelson: Calm down you two.

Kostan goes for the cover again.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner… Aaron Kostan!

Nelson: Kostan controlled the match and ended it quickly.

Astrid: Now how much longer with Two First Names be sticking around now that he’s lost two in a row? Don’t be surprised if he leaves after this.

Crumb: Oh I don’t think that’s going to be the case. Jason Dave still holds a tremendous amount of promise and ability.

Rose: This is his second time here and it’s not as good, probably worse in fact, than his first run.

Coming July 2020

Torres: The following is the CHAOS MAIN EVENT! It is a CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

The lights dim, and a floodlight from the entrance kicks on brightly while smoke billows out onto the stage as 'Beat The Devil's Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hits over the PA. The roaring crowd comes to their feet when a silhouette appears in the floodlight. Krähe steps out onto the stage, wearing a black leather biker's jacket, mussed hair, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. A loud cheer goes up from the crowd for the returning superstar as he sends a plume of smoke up into the rafters just before taking his first step down the ramp.

You have forsaken all the love you've taken
Sleepin' on a razor, there's nowhere left to fall
Your body's aching, every bone is breakin'
Nothin' seems to shake it, it just keeps holdin' on

Your soul is able, death is all you cradle
Sleepin' on the nails, there's nowhere left to fall
You have admired what every man desires
Everyone is king when there's no one left to pawn

Torres: And introducing first, hailing from Hell, Michigan… weighing in at 245 pounds and standing at six foot three… he is the current reigning IPW Television Champion... THE CATALYST… KRÄHHHHHHHEEEEE!

There is no peace here, war is never cheap dear
Love will never meet here, it just gets sold for parts
You cannot fight it, all the world denies it
Open up your eyelids, let your demons run

I thread the needle through, you beat the devil tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil's tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil tattoo
I thread the needle through, you beat the devil's tattoo

Krähe stops at the bottom of the ramp to regard the front row to his left, then his right, letting a plume of smoke escape his lips. Sniffing the air as if he could smell the electricity, his eyes narrow on his opponent, and he butts the cigarette out on the steel steps just before climbing them to slip through the ropes. He stalks over to the corner opposite his opponent, where he flops back against the turnbuckles, shooting both opponents a whimsical grin.

Astrid: Uh… I’m pretty sure this is a non-smoking venue. I hope both he and Brooklyn are prepared to pay those fines should someone “anonymously” turn them in.

Nelson: Regardless of the fact he should not be smoking indoors, Krähe has quite the challenge ahead of him.

Crumb: Brianna Rissi might be small, but she’s proven just how mighty she can be.

Rose: Look, just because she got lucky doesn’t mean she stands a chance against Krähe.

The lights dim and the sound of “I Miss The Misery” blares over the PA system. The fans get to their feet as the IPW Heavyweight 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.

Astrid: I’m not going to deny it, I’m rooting for Bri in this one.

Rose: You’re only doing that because of who Krähe is associated with.

Astrid: That’s only part of it. I think that Bri can genuinely pull this off.

Nelson: Well, she is for sure going to have quite the task ahead of her. She has proven that she can defeat the odds.

Crumb: Look at what she went through at Civil War Two. If she can make it through that, this should be easy for her.

The fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the beginning of the match. They show their support for both Icons as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

---Chaos Main Event: Contest of Champions Match: Krahe vs. Brianna Rissi---

Brianna and Krähe both approach one another near the center of the ring. They circle around each other and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up in the center of the ring and begin to struggle for the advantage. The TV Champ is able to take control, shoving the Heavyweight Champ back against the ropes. He hits her in the chest with a hard chop, and then a second, before shooting Brianna across the ring.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

When Brianna comes back on the rebound, Krähe lifts her into the air and sends her to the mat with an armdrag! Before Brianna can make it back up to her feet, Krähe almost immediately tries to lock her into an anaconda vice! Brianna’s eyes go wide as she desperately looks around the ring before realizing she’s in position to grab the ropes.

Nelson: It is not often that Krähe goes for that as early as he did!

Rose: It was actually a smart, veteran move...see if you can get in BEERana’s head and throw her off his game! I like it!

Crumb: People forget that Brianna is only in her third year as a professional wrestler.

Astrid: To be fair though, she had a hand up and didn’t have to fight and claw like a lot of others did. I’ve had to fight to get to where I am.

Rose: That’s a load of BULLSH*T and you know it. If Mr. Samson wasn’t around you’d not be where you are.

Astrid: And you and all these other people wouldn’t have a job. You should be thanking me.

Krähe smirks ever so slightly as he pulls himself back up to his feet. Brianna does the same. The two Champions begin to circle around the ring and wait for an opening to appear once again. This time, however, Brianna is much more aggressive when it comes to making her own opening. She steps forward and catches Krähe in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. Krahe stumbles back from the impact. Brianna quickly steps forward and tries to hit the TV Champ with an enziguri, but Krähe ducks underneath the attempt. Brianna creates space between the two of them as Krähe steps to close the gap---only to have Brianna leap into the air and hit him with a dropkick! Brianna smiles as Krähe pulls himself back up to his feet. Brianna immediately closes the gap once again, hitting Krähe with a European uppercut! She then slams him down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep and hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...Krähe kicks out!

Nelson: Krähe needs to keep an eye on Rissi or else things could wind up in a bad way for him.

Astrid: Never underestimate the power of a five foot fall bundle of fire!

Crumb: Brianna might be a lot smaller than Krähe but she is showing that she can stand up to him.

Rose: She just better watch herself much like he needs to watch her.

The fans show their support for both Icons in the ring as Krähe again tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Brianna grabs Krähe and locks him into a side headlock to try and wear him down, though Krähe fights his way out of Brianna’s grasp with a few elbow shots. He shoves Brianna away. Brianna staggers as Krähe charges at her from behind and lifts Brianna into the air. He tries to slam her to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Brianna flips out of Krähe’s grasp and lands on her feet behind him. She smirks and steps forward---kicking Krähe in the face with a superkick! Brianna drops down and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Krähe starts to drag himself back up to his feet. Brianna runs at him and hits Krähe with a knee trembler! Before Krähe can regain his balance, Brianna grabs him and goes for a backslide pin.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Astrid: COME ON, BRIANNA! FINISH HIM!

Nelson: Krähe is going to have to come up with something quickly. It is not looking too good for him right now.

Crumb: Brianna isn’t the IPW Heavyweight Champion for no reason.

Rose: She got lucky against DGS though. Let’s be honest now.

Krähe scoots back to the ropes and uses them to bring himself back up to his feet. Brianna refuses to give Krähe so much as an inch to work with---running forward and trying to keep the momentum alive. Unfortunately for her, Krähe gets a foot in the air and kicks Brianna in the jaw! Brianna staggers back a few steps but recovers and charges at Krahe once again. This time, Krähe is ready---lifting Brianna into the air and slamming her down to the mat with belly to belly suplex! The fans cheer for Krähe as he hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!!

Brianna tries to bring herself back up to her feet, but can’t before the TV Champ bounces off of the ropes and lands on Brianna with a running leg drop! Krähe bounces off of the ropes again and hits Brianna with a second for good measure, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE….KICK OUT!!

Nelson: Oh things are not looking good for our Heavyweight Champion! She barely managed to kick out of that.

Crumb: We’ve seen miracles happen before. I think that Brianna still has enough left in the tank to make it through this.

Astrid: So do I. I would like her to shove it where the sun doesn’t shine for Krähe.

Krähe shakes his head as he reaches down and grabs hold of Brianna. He tries to hoist the Heavyweight Champ into the air so that he can slam her down to the mat with a brainbuster, but Brianna blocks the attempt by hitting Krähe with a knee strike! She quickly delivers a series of chops to Krähe to create space between the two of them.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!

Krähe fights through the pain of the strikes, grabs Brianna, and shoots her across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Brianna on the rebound, only to have Brianna catch him by surprise with a handspring enziguri! The fans show their appreciation for the show of athleticism before Brianna hooks the leg and covers.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!!

Astrid: THAT’S IT BRI! KEEP DOING THAT!

Rose: You really need to tone down the suck up right now.

Astrid: And you need to either get laid or remove the stick from…

Nelson: ENOUGH YOU TWO!

Crumb: Tensions are high all around!

Brianna briefly enjoys the response that she’s receiving from the fans. She waits for the TV Champ to start dragging himself back up to his feet before running at the ropes. She springboards off of them and hits Krähe with a crossbody block! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...Krähe kicks out!

Smirking, Brianna grabs Krähe and tries to drag him back up to his feet. She bounces off of the ropes and tries to line Krähe up for a slingblade---only to have Krähe cut off her attempts with a Busaiku knee kick! The fans are on their feet going wild as Krähe grabs Brianna and drags her up to her feet. Seconds later, he plants her on the mat with a devastating The Catalyst (double underhook DDT)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN BRIANNA RISSI BE THINKING AS KRÄHE DROPS HER TO THE CANVAS WITH THE CATALYST?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I knew it was going to happen...I just didn’t know when!”

Astrid: Holy f…

Krähe hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this Contest of Champions match...the Television Champion...Krähe!!!

Astrid: Well this is total BS!

Nelson: Krähe has proven in this match that he was the better champion but even I say that for a while there it was really close.

Crumb: Exactly! I didn’t know if he was going to win or if Brianna was. They were both giving this their all.

Rose: Once again, BEERana has failed. Looks like we’re going to have another failure of an IPW Heavyweight Champion on our hands.


The IPW logo flashes on the screen as Chaos fades to black.

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