Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Sept 6, 2018 13:13:12 GMT -8
REMEMBER:
The Icons of IPW are trained professionals
and their stunts should never be attempted without proper training.
PLEASE.
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
The Icons of IPW are trained professionals
and their stunts should never be attempted without proper training.
PLEASE.
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC
A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC
A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING
Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!
“Fight Music” by D12 blares as the show pans about the capacity crowd of about thousand or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “IPW: 4 Life!”, “Welcome Back Stooges!”, and “My Signs Gonna Be On Robot Chicken!!”
Nelson: We are live from the Hollywood Palladium located in Los Angeles, California!
The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and Rose are seated.
Rose: Are we really live though, Patrick?
Nelson: Well actually what---
Crumb: Wait, wait, wait! Where is Joshua and who in the world are you?!
Nelson: Crumb, you know that Joshua Samson is now our boss since he is the owner of Iconic Professional Wrestling and this young lady joining our side at the broadcast table is the lovely Rose Marie.
Rose: Just call me Rose, guys.
Crumb: (under his breath) Hmmm...I rather have Joshua here...
Nelson: Anyway, welcome, Rose. We are actually live for those of you viewing us on the Heroes and Icons network here in Los Angeles, California while some of you may be watching a taped version that is being replayed on Adult Swim. Either way, we are happy to have you viewing what is going to be an iconic night of wrestling!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Crumb: So what’s on the format tonight, Patrick?
Nelson: Twenty Icons and Lady Icons will compete in the first round of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament. By the end of the month, we will crown the inaugural Heavyweight Champion of this company.
Rose: Thank goodness because I’m tired of seeing Oliver Black and Jason Dave carrying around those EHWF titles!
Nelson: There are rumors that the losers from each bracket will continue to compete but it will be for what is possible the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship.
Crumb: Ohhhh…
Nelson: Bare in mind that is all just rumors though as nothing has been substantiated as of airtime. We will just have to wait to see what transpires in the following weeks.
“NIGHTMARE!”
Blast through the The Hollywood Palladium, the crowd erupting in excitement for the appearance of the EHWF Anarchy World Champion, Oliver Black!
Nelson: This is highly unexpected!
Current Anarchy World Champion, and a man looking to become the first Iconic Champion in Oliver Black. As “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold blares through the p.a. system, Oliver Black storms through the black veil and into the arena, foregoing his usual posing to the fans. A leather studded jacket, the Anarchy World Championship around his waist and disdain in his eyes. Strutting behind him in a similar jacket his manager "The American Werewolf" Wes Meyers carrying a metal silver trash can slung over his shoulder.
Rose: Why is that idiot still carrying around that expensive ass paperweight?!
Crumb: Huh?
Nelson: Rose is referring to Black’s Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Anarchy Heavyweight Championship belt.
Crumb: Oh...yeah...
Meyers places the trash can in the middle of the ring, Black reaching through the middle rope to take the microphone from Herbert Torres.
Oliver Black: Today marks the 275th day of my HISTORIC EHWF Anarchy Heavyweight Championship reign.
Black begins pacing the ring as Meyers stands stoic in the middle, arms crossed. The crowd showers the duo with jeers.
Oliver Black: December 5th 2017... 275 days ago I stepped into the ring with two legends in this business in Eric Smith and Bill Ryder. 275 days ago I stepped into the ring an underdog rookie against two champions. And 275 I proved everyone of you wrong and BECAME the legend! BECAME the CHAMPION!
Rose: He’s going to ride that until the wheels fall off, huh?
Oliver Black: For 275 days I was doubted, questioned by the likes of Astrid Sedin and Brianna Rissi. For 275 days I was called a paper champion, unworthy by the likes of Jason Dave and Kieran Overton. And for 275 days I proved everyone of them wrong!
There is a small section of the crowd the begins to cheer.
Oliver Black: Triple Threats and Death Matches. Hall of Famers and Cage Matches. The Nightmare Oliver Black continued to come out on top!
Nelson: For all the hyperbole, Black does speak the truth. When given the chance, he defended the championship and emerged victorious each time.
Rose: Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Patrick.
Oliver Black: That was until day 231 when Michael Rissi decided to stick his nose into business that didn't concern him! When Michael Rissi could no longer handle the fact that Oliver Black was bigger than his beloved Jason Dave. When Michael Rissi could no longer handle that Anarchy was more beloved than Mayhem. That was until day 231 when Michael Rissi SCREWED ME out of MY Bad Blood Championship!
Crumb: I should have really read my notes before the broadcast went live.
Oliver Black: And THAT was the day he LOST OLIVER BLACK! THAT WAS THE DAY EHWF FELL INTO THE DARKNESS!
Oliver reaches behind his back and unlatches the Anarchy Championship from around his waist and holds it eye level with the camera.
Oliver Black: But this is NOT day 231! This is NOT day 275! THIS IS DAY 1! Day 1 of my reign of darkness upon Iconic Pro Wrestling! Day 1 on Oliver Black's journey to becoming inaugural Iconic World Champion!
Oliver Black throws the EHWF Anarchy World Championship into the medal trash can in the ring!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS JUST DROPPED THE EHWF ANARCHY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT INTO THE GARBAGE CAN ON LIVE TELEVISION?!?!
Rose: Probably, “This is the smartest thing he’s done in two hundred and seventy-five days!”
Crumb: Hey, that’s Joshua’s line!
Nelson: Remember Samson is an executive now, Crumb.
Crumb: Oh yeah...
Wes Meyers reaches a hand into an inside jacket pocket and reveals a metallic Zippo lighter.
Nelson: That is a lighter! Black cannot possibly be thinking of doing what I think he is going to do?!
Flicking it open with a smirk as it ignites a flame before dropping it into the trash can. The can goes up in a flames.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS NOW SET THE EHWF ANARCHY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ON FIRE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Good riddance or burn, baby, burn!”
Oliver Black: 275 days ago they whispered you cannot withstand the storm... Today, on Day 1, I reply, I AM THE GODDAMN STORM!
Oliver drops the microphone in the ring as he and Meyers watch the flames from the trashcan burn higher.
Nelson: I...I..I hope that we do not get sued over the actions of Oliver Black tonight?
The show fades to a commercial.
~~
Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a First Round match of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament set for ONE FALL and a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
"Out To Kill" by Billy Lincoln plays over the P.A. system plays over the P.A. system as Patrick makes his way down to the ring. He makes his way into the ring by climbing the steel steps and entering through the top two ropes, walking over to the far corner turnbuckle and climbing it as he looks out at the fans while extending his arms out to either side.
Torres: Introducing first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at two hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at a height of six feet one inch….making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he is...PATRICK FISHEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Fisher making not only his debut here in Iconic Professional Wrestling but the veteran is returning to wrestling action period after a sabbatical of sorts.
Crumb: So is it true that Tiffany Prada is his sister-in-law?
Rose: She sure is and there is no love lost between them either!
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Boston, Massachusetts...weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he is God’s Gift to Professional Wrestling….JASON DAVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Whatever” by Our Lady Peace hits the PA and from out behind the curtains, Jason Dave slowly makes his way out onto the stage. Sporting a pair of athletic shorts and a white tang top, he makes his way down the ring slowly, making eye contact with nearly every member of the EHWF universe. He stops when he reaches ring side and takes a lap around the ring. He walks up the steel ring steps and grazes his palm across the top rope and looks out to the crowd with his signature smirk. He enters through the middle rope and then reaches the center of the ring. He smiles and chuckles softly before removing his tang top and tossing it to the side of the ring. He walks around the ring, microphone in hand and a paper in the other as Fisher has been waiting on the outside on the apron.
Rose: It’s strange that Herbert Torres didn’t announce that Jason was the “reigning” EHWF Champion. I wonder what that’s about?
Nelson: Your guess is as good as mine, Rose.
Crumb: I guess he’s going to tell us because he’s got a mic.
Jason: I’m sure everyone is ready to finally have me put my money where my mouth is and I don't blame you. I’ve talked a lot of sh*t, done a lot of things, and made a few statements in just a short period time. I haven’t even done any in-ring work and yet people still wanna talk about me. One person in particular, Oliver Black, has decided to take legal matters into his own hands due to my actions from this past week. That’s what this paper is here.
Jason waves the piece of paper in the air, showing it to the fans. He waves it in front of him to remove any wrinkles or folds in the paper.
Jason: Oliver Black has decided to put a restraining order on me. Unless I am within an IPW sanctioned match, I cannot lay a finger on Oliver Black. If I, Jason Dave, decided to break this clause and assault Oliver Black, authorities will conduct further punishments on Jason Dave which is not limited to, but includes being arrested.
Jason rolled his eyes after finishing his speech. He places the microphone on the ground and looks out at the audience, they’re awaiting his next move. Jason shakes his head and rolls his eyes into the back of his head, raising the piece of paper and tearing it in half for the cameras to see. The audience cheers and gives Jason an applause while he picks up the microphone.
Jason: Do you honestly think that I care? Oliver Black, I know you’re out there somewhere, but do you really think that I care about this dumb f*ck*ng restraining order? I’ve been to jail before. I’ve been arrested. I’m sorry that you’re such a f*ck*ng p*ssy you have to hind behind legal papers to protect yourself from me. Jesus Christ you’re such a f*ck*ng f*gg*t ass p*ssy, and you can say that this is the Michael Rissi in me, but these are the words coming off the tip of my tongue. This isn’t the man that gave you a f*cking platform to display your talent that he clearly thought you had but was wrong. You turned your back on this man that gave you a chance and you’re suing him? You’ve got lawsuits going through against him and EHWF? What are you a f*ck*ng p*ssy? You lost to Kieran Overton FAIR AND SQUARE YOU DUMB C*NT. GO BACK AND WATCH THE F*CK*NG TAPES. If you got issues with Brianna and I calling you names, then Jesus Christ you’re such a f*ck*ng walking vagina then. I speak for myself when I say, you’re a vagina and this pad that you’re covering yourself with in lawsuits shows your true colors. You think you’re the hottest commodity but you’re only hot with STDs you pathetic spit f*ck.
Jason takes a deep breath, realizing that he was going a little bit off of the hinges. He shook his head, realizing he didn’t really give a f*ck that we was either.
Jason: Ollie, I put my hands on you last week because you decided to be what you are: a p*ssy, and run away from your match. You had no impact on the match and I felt that that wasn’t something a real champion does. You do like to say how you were the longest reigning world champion in EHWF, so I figured why not just treat you that way. I had zero plans to attack you, but then you turned your back and decided to walk up the ramp instead of losing like a man. So, I reacted and buried your ass into the ground. By the way, can we mention that you’re the longest reigning world champion in EHWF, but there’s only two people including yourself that have held the title? Can we include the fact that you defended the title ONE TIME. Compare and contrast your reign to mine, but a good friend of mine slapped it out of me and told me that this ain’t EHWF anymore. This is IPW, nothing matters from EHWF. If you think Brianna has asked me to act the way I’ve been you clearly have to be blind. I’ve acted on my own, you’re just looking for someone to blame other than yourself because you’re a narcissist. Your externalization of everything is f*ck*ng sad to watch. What are you going to do next? Say that Brianna enlisted me to kill X? Maybe she enlisted me to play in a Kieran Overton fat suit and beat you for the Bad Blood championship? Jesus, your f*ck*ng theories are ludicrous and you embarrass yourself with every single word that comes out of your mouth. You can enlist every single legal power to defend you and every single person with a law degree to speak for you, the more you hide, the more you look like a f*ck*ng p*ssy.
Jason drops the microphone, pulls a lighter out of his pocket and grabs the scraps of paper he previously tore to pieces. He places them together and opens the lighter, revealing the lit flame and burns the pieces of paper to ash. He shakes his head and awaits for the start of the match.
Rose: So is everyone and their momma going to come out tonight and burn something up?!
Crumb: I think the Transplants have a thing for fire!
Nelson: I am not sure about that, Crumb, but I am sure that the actions of Dave so far have increased the heat between Black and himself!
Crumb: Hey, what’s going on with Patrick?
Fisher doesn’t get in the ring immediately. The referee checks on Patrick Fisher to make sure that he is okay. Dave and the fans both seem more than a little annoyed at the delay. Fisher continues to stall near the ropes, talking to the referee.
Rose: Don’t tell me that Patrick is scared to get into the ring?!
Dave finally gets fed up and steps toward him. With the referee not paying attention, Fisher reaches over and manages to get a thumb in Dave’s eye to briefly blind him. Before Dave can recover, Fisher steps past the referee and hits him in the chest with a hard chop.
Crowd: WOOO!
He follows it up with a second and then a third, the impact of the strikes sending Dave stumbling a bit.
Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO!
The referee finally signals for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING!!
---Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Debut Match: Patrick Fisher vs. “God’s Gift to Wrestling” Jason Dave---
Crumb: HERE WE OFFICIALLY GO!
Fisher grabs Dave and shoots him across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring and tries to send Dave crashing to the mat with a roundhouse kick. Dave ducks underneath the attempt and continues running. He bounces off of the ropes again and sends Fisher crashing to the mat with a flying forearm smash! Fisher tries to drag himself back up to his feet, but Dave grabs and lifts him into the air for a snap suplex! He covers.
One…
Two…
T...Fisher kicks out!
Nelson: Early pinfall attempt by Dave!
Rose: I’m going to say this and it’s probably going to be viewed as very unpopular but I’m going to say it anyway.
Crumb: And what’s that, Rose?
Rose: Jason Dave is overrated. Can he wrestle? Sure. Can he work the mic? Sure. But as witnessed with his little spiel before the match, he’s freakin’ scatterbrained. He thinks he’s a good guy but honestly the crowd completely sees him as a bad guy.
Fisher tries to create a bit of space between himself and Dave. He makes it halfway up to his feet before Dave tries to drag him toward the center of the ring. Fisher just barely manages to shove Dave away. Dave recovers quickly, but gets caught with a European uppercut! Fisher connects with a second one just moments later! Dave staggers away from Fisher. Patrick pulls Dave in, sending him to the mat just moments later with a snapmare! Before Dave can pull himself back up to his feet, Fisher bounces off of the ropes and catches Dave with a running dropkick to the face! The fans boo loudly as Fisher takes a moment to enjoy his handiwork before covering.
One...
Two...
Th...Dave kicks out!
Nelson: This has started off a very exciting back and forth match!
Rose: You know until Jason completely embraces being a bad guy, he’ll NEVER reach the pinnacle he think he deserves.
Crumb: Tell us how you really feel, Rose.
Patrick Fisher glares down at Jason Dave for a moment before shaking his head. Fisher grabs Dave to bring him back up to his feet and then locks in a front facelock. Fisher applies pressure for just a moment before Dave manages to drive Fisher back against the nearest turnbuckle. Fisher tries to keep the hold applied but has no choice but to release it when Dave successfully drives him back against it a second time! Fisher stumbles toward the center of the ring. Dave charges out of the corner to strike while he still can. Unfortunately for him, Fisher steps forward and cuts him off with a jawbreaker! Fisher smirks and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Thre...Dave kicks out!
Nelson: Patrick Fisher had that scouted perfectly and stays in control of this match!
Rose: I don’t know why you’re even the slightest bit surprised by the way that this is playing out at the moment.
The fans begin to cheer for Dave in an effort to get him back into the match. Patrick Fisher turns and yells out to them, prompting even more boos from nearly even fan in attendance. He then grabs Dave and hits him with another European uppercut. Fisher pulls Dave in and tries to set him up for a neckbreaker. Dave spins out of Fisher’s grasp. Fisher turns around to face Dave and gets blasted in the mouth with a forearm smash. Fisher staggers back a step before stumbling forward and getting kicked in the mouth with a superkick! Fisher falls to the mat and Dave goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Thre...Fisher kicks out!
Nelson: My goodness! That was a millisecond away from a pinfall victory for Dave!
Dave smirks and calls for the fans to get louder. They oblige as he hits Fisher in the mouth with another forearm shot. Dave grabs Fisher and drags him up to his feet. He kicks Fisher in the ribs to get him to double over in pain before trying to lift Fisher into the air and onto his shoulders. Fisher nails Dave with a hard elbow shot causing Dave to release him. Fisher waits for Dave to turn around before rocking his jaw with a right hook him! The crowd gasps as Fisher takes a step back, looking surprisingly focused. Dave glares at him angrily before charging at Fisher. Patrick tries to send Dave crashing to the mat with a crescendo kick! Dave ducks underneath the attempt and boots Fisher in the gut. He then drops Fisher with his Transcendence (corkscrew neckbreaker)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN PATRICK FISHER BE THINKING AS JASON DAVE HITS HIM WITH TRANSCENDENCE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “this wasn’t how I imagined my debut was going to go!”
Dave hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match and advancing into the Second Round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament…Jason Dave!!!
Nelson: These two both gave it a great effort, but Dave just proved that he is one hell of a wrestler and picked up a very impressive win!
Rose: He got lucky! That’s all there is to it. If he’s as smart as he thinks he is he’ll take my advice..
Crumb: Maybe you should look into being a manager, Rose?
~~
Torres: The following is a First Round match in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament scheduled for ONE FALL and a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The arena dims to complete darkness. "Same Again" by The Slaves begins to play and a pink center spotlight appears at the top middle ramp with Minx standing front and center, back turned to the crowd. With a cheeky grin she slowly spins to face the crowd, banging her head along to the music. She slowly struts but then picks up her pace to the ring, jumping on the side and flipping herself over the top turnbuckle to make her way to her corner.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from London, England….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet five inches...making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….she is MINNNNNNNNNXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Minx is coming out here not only to make her in ring debut but also hoping to progress to the second round of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship tournament.
Rose: I mean, her little segment was a bit… blah. I would’ve expect something better from someone looking to make a statement. But hey, maybe she’s better with her in ring abilities. I’m not easy to impress.
Crumb: Joshua used to have a saying and it pertains to you right now: Negative Nancy!
A thick fog rolls onto the entrance ramp as the opening riff of ”Unholy” blast throughout the arena. Suddenly a bolt of lightning strikes the stage and in the flash Micheal Graves appears seemingly out of thin air. Graves walks down to the ring to a mixed reaction. At the bottom of the ramp he takes a running start and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Graves stands up and raises his arms out to his sides like a cross. He slowly lifts his head up, looking to the sky as the lights fade in.
Torres: Coming to the ring next from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds...standing at a height of six feet four inches...making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he is the Dark Warrior….MICHEAL GRAVEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crumb: Micheal Graves is the oldest competitor in the company I believe, I’m not quite sure. But he’s going to have everyone gunning for him to get him out of this tourney.
Nelson: Give him a little bit of credit, Crumb. He is going to be giving it his all against younger, more fit competitors. So if anyone is going to have it rough… it is him.
Rose: Question is… does Micheal Graves have what it takes? Cause whoever wins this match goes on to face Jason Dave in the next round. And I can tell you that Dave isn’t going to be easy on whoever wins this match.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure that they are ready for the beginning of the upcoming match.
DING DING DING!!
---Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Debut Match: Minx vs. Micheal Graves---
Crumb: AND HERE WE GO!
Graves smirks across the ring as Minx remains surprisingly still--almost as if she's trying to bait the veteran into making the first move. Graves steps toward forward as Minx suddenly charges and hits Graves in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Graves stumbles back from the impact. Minx grabs him and tries to shoot him across the ring. Graves reverses the attempt. On the rebound he trips Minx up with a drop-toe-hold!
Nelson: Ooh, that one looked like it had to hurt! Minx went into the mat face first with that one.
Crumb: I wonder if that has shaken her. I know she’s new to the company and everything, but I would think that she’s not going to be down and out that early.
Rose: I would hope so. But this match is still very early in its life… so I really think we should just see what both of these characters have in store.
Minx's face bounces off of the mat. She nonetheless tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Graves smirks as he watches her do so. Once she is standing, he hits her in the mouth with a right jab. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Graves decides to throw in a few theatrics for the benefit of the fans at home, though this gives Minx an opening to leap in the air to connect with an enziguri!
Nelson: And quickly the tides have turned in Minx’s favor. So I guess Rose was right… do not count someone out that early in a match.
Crumb: I could have told you that, Patrick. So far this match has been back and forth but I still feel like its in it’s infancy.
Rose: Yeah, I still feel like these two Icons are going to give us more than what we seen. At least that is what I am hoping happens.
Graves regains his footing. Minx leaps into the air, catching him with a dropkick! Graves crashes hard to the mat and Minx hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
Th...Graves kicks out!
Nelson: OOH! A very close call there for Micheal Graves who kicked out at the VERY last second.
Crumb: It looked like it was pure sheer will that he was able to kick out. But I also have a sneaking suspicion that he has a lot more left in him.
Rose: Everyone is going to be fighting tooth and nail to make it past this round, and that is no different for these two here. They’re going to give their everything in this match.
Graves tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Minx bounces off of the ropes and tries to send him back to the mat once again with a bulldog! Graves catches Minx in the air and slams her down to the mat to block the attempt. She slowly pulls herself back up to her feet, turning around, and getting hit with a European uppercut! The impact sends her staggering back into the ropes. Minx bounces off of them and stumbles toward Graves, who lifts her into the air and delivers a snap powerslam! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
Th...Minx kicks out!
Nelson: It is a bit back and forth affair between these two debuting Icons!
Crumb: It’s like when one door opens, another one closes… or whatever that saying is.
Rose: This has been an interesting and well fought match thus far. I’m quite enjoying this.
Minx slowly tries to bring herself back up to her feet. Graves closes the gap and hits Minx with a series of knee shots. Minx manages to create a bit of space between the two, though she is nonetheless feeling the effects of Graves' knee shots. Graves grabs Minx and pulls her in, trying to set her up for an implant DDT! Minx spins out of Graves's grasp and rolls him up. The referee drops down and count.
One…
Two…
Thre...Kick out!
Crumb: Another close call there for Mister Graves. It is getting to the point where I don’t know how much more these two can give.
Nelson: They’ve both given so much that they are starting to look a bit weary. But I know that when the end does come it is going to be a well earned victory.
Rose: Exactly… whoever wins will have deserved it.
Graves pulls himself back up to his feet. Minx runs at Graves and hits him in the mouth with a forearm smash that sends him stumbling back. Shaking her head in disbelief, Minx bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed. She tries to send Graves stumbling with a second one! Unfortunately for her, Graves cuts Minx off with a sidewalk slam!
Crumb: Oh is this it!?
Nelson: I do not know but I do not think that there is going to be much of a comeback for Minx after that one.
Rose: For Minx to come back from this, I believe she’s going to need nothing short of a miracle.
Groggily, Minx staggers back up to her feet. Graves uses the opening to get Minx lifted up into a crucifix position before slamming her down to the mat with a crucifix powerbomb!
Nelson: Graves might have just ended this match with his Grave Consequences!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MICHEAL GRAVES IS ON THE VERGE OF WINNING HIS DEBUT MATCH?!?
Graves covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match and moving on to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament....Micheal Graves!!!
Rose: Micheal proving that age ain't nothing but a number.
Crumb: He surely surprised everyone here that’s for sure. I’m looking forward to what else he has in store.
Nelson: I am not sure if this is too bold of me to say, but he might be the dark horse in this tournament.
~~
Torres: The following is a First Round match in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament scheduled for ONE FALL and FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The crowd cheers.
The lights dim as the opening verse of “Toxic Pretender” by Vanna begin to play around the arena. After 13 seconds the phrase “YOU F*CK*NG DISGUST ME!!” erupts as the lights flash in dark purple and red hues purple. In the shadows of the darkness, Acrimony make his way onto the stage from behind the curtain. Walking to the far left side of the stage, Acrimony stares out at the crowd from under the hood of his unzipped black hoodie. Walking back to the center of the stage, Acrimony drops to his knees and lets in a deep breath as he places both arms behind his head before pulling himself back to his feet and making his way down to the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from a State of Bitterness...weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches...making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….he is ACRIMONNNNNNYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
As Acrimony reaches the end of the entrance ramp, rolls under the bottom rope, and makes his way to the far right corner of the ring. Standing on the second turnbuckle, Acrimony stretches his arms out wide as he keeps his head down before pulling them in to form an X under his chin. Lifting up his head up, Acrimony lets out a sick, sinister laugh to the crowd before fixating his gaze over at the announce table before hopping down off the turnbuckle. Taking a seat in the same corner, Acrimony runs his hands through his hair, pulling at it while he waits for the match to begin.
Crumb: This guy scares me. Hold me!
Rose: If you don’t get your meat beaters off me!
Nelson: The enigmatic Acrimony looking to make an impact tonight here on Chaos.
The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid takes in the crowd’s energy before turning back to where she came and motioning for someone to come out and join her on the stage. That was when she was joined by the ever so intimidating Daveena.Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk reappeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from West Chester, Pennsylvania...weighing in at one hundred and one pounds….standing at a height of five feet...she is the Iconic Queen...ASTRID SEDIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid scowls and smirks at the same time towards the ring before heading off to the right hand side while holding her hands towards the fans as if to say “talk to the hand”. She quickly hops onto the ring apron and gets to her feet, looking out at the crowd as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes before bending her knees and quickly entering under the middle rope with a twirl. Holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd with Daveena simply standing behind her, arms folded across her chest and a stern look upon her face.. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the tope one with Daveena just off to her side, her music slowly fading out.
Rose: If there has been one chick in professional wrestling that has taken advantage of her associations it’s been ASStrid! Talk about a dic--
Nelson: Family show, Rose!
DING DING DING!!
---Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Debut Match: Acrimony vs. “Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin---
Crumb: HERE WE GO!
The two Icons step up to the center of the ring. Sneering, Astrid shoots the debuting Icon twin middle fingers before turning to walk away. Seemingly caught somewhere between shock and outrage, Acrimony just stares at the Iconic Queen. Astrid starts to turn back around and Acrimony charges her. Astrid catches Acrimony with a deep arm drag and Acrimony lands near the corner. Astrid rushes in quickly and jumps into a rising knee attack that bounces Acrimony hard off the turnbuckles. Astrid prances out of the corner and waves to the crowd, drinking in the heel reaction as if it was all positive.
Rose: I hate this chick SOOO much!
Crumb: Well she is a bad guy...
Astrid charges forward, leaps into the air, and lands a dropkick across her opponent’s face. Astrid makes it up to her feet. She turns and jumps up to the second turnbuckle above the prone Acrimony, barely getting a grip on the corner. Acrimony growls and pops up, grabbing Astrid by the thighs and powerbombing her off, holding for the cover.
One…
Two…
Thre...SHOULDER UP!!!
Acrimony starts to stand up and Astrid grabs him for a weak inside cradle.
One…
Two…
Thr...KICKOUT!!!
Nelson: Not much is known of this enigmatic Acrimony since arriving to Iconic Professional Wrestling. His social media has been very active with talk of retribution, revenge, and atonement.
Crumb: I think he’s a big fan of Game of Thrones!
Rose: Nerd...
As they stand up, Acrimony slaps Astrid across the face so hard her knees buckle. Astrid starts to go down but Acrimony won’t let her. He grabs her by the shoulders and then kicks her low. Astrid’s eyes go wide as she doubles over. Acrimony grabs her by the hair and throws her over so that she lands hard on her back. The crowd grimaces at the impact and Astrid cries out in pain.
Crumb: I saw on Twitter last week that Astrid was having issues with her back. That could definitely aggravate it.
Acrimony stomps on Astrid’s right hand and Astrid rolls away clutching at her appendage.
Nelson: Goodness, Acrimony just seems to be throwing any semblance of wrestling out the window!
Rose: Good! ASStrid deserves nothing less than an ass beating!
Crumb: Do you need a hug, Rose?
Rose: Touch me and I’ll break both your arms, Crumbbum!
Acrimony moves in and takes a camel clutch, bending Astrid up from under the bottom rope. Astrid cries out in pain while the referee begins counting for the disqualification.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…Acrimony releases the camel clutch before scratching Astrid down her back.
Nelson: Acrimony is definitely doing excessive damage by targeting Sedin’s back!
Astrid writhes in pain. Acrimony kicks her hard in the back. Acrimony quickly steps through and grabs Astrid’s ankles. He pulls Astrid up into an inverted tarantula, standing on Astrid’s pink tipped hair in the process.
Rose: STRETCH HER!
Astrid screams bloody murder, tapping frantically on Acrimony’s leg while the referee starts counting the disqualification again.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five!!
Nelson: Acrimony is refusing to let go!
Crumb: What is the referee doing?! This should be over! Acrimony should be disqualified!
Rose: All’s fair in love and war!
The referee begins counting again.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
Five!!
The referee turns and calls for the disqualification!
Torres: The referee has disqualified Acrimony due to his refusal to release an illegal hold, therefore, the winner of this match…..Astrid Sedin!!!
Acrimony continues to pull and Astrid continues to scream.
Nelson: I do not think Acrimony cares about the decision!
Rose: No, but Astrid damn sure does!
Crumb: This is just wrong!
Acrimony finally releases his grip and allows Astrid to flop into the ring. He looks out to the crowd and screams a guttural, “ATONEMENT!!” as the show fades to a commercial.
~~
Torres: The following First Round match is scheduled for ONE FALL and a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
Dynatron's "Stars Of The Night" plays. Smoke fills the stage area as emerging through it is Alexis Terry clad in her ring gear and sporting a hooded jacket as she makes her way to the ring. She slides in and bends to one knee in the middle of the ring. She looks up, flips the hood off, and smirks into the camera. She removes her jacket and takes her corner for the match.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Newcastle, England...weighing in at one hundred and eighteen pounds….standing at a height of five feet four inches...making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...she is England’s Most Glamorous Export….ALEXIS TERRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: The veteran Alexis Terry looking to make a big impact here tonight on Chaos in her wrestling debut!
Rose: I think I’ve heard of this chick before. She should give Michael a good run for his money!
“Outcast” by Skarlett Riot blasts over the PA systems as the crowd erupts in cheer As Mike Maddox makes his way on the stage and shakes his hips wearing his trademark Leather Jacket Engraved with The Ladies Man on It Maddox then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring shaking the ropes violently before throwing his leather jacket out to the ground and then running over to the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms at the crowd as they cheer Maddox then jumps down and awaits the start of the match with a confident look on his face.
Torres: Introducing next from Miami, Florida...weighing in at two hundred and forty-four pounds...standing at six feet six inches...he is the Ladies Man...MICHAEL MADDOOOXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: You guys know as well as I do that this will not be an easy match for Alexis Terry!
Crumb: Two battle tested veterans they are!
Rose: Well when Michael is good, he's one of the best in the sport!
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready. He then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Debut Match: Alexis Terry vs. “Ladies Man” Mike Maddox---
Crumb: HERE WE GO!!
Maddox steps toward the center of the ring and immediately shoves Alexis, yelling at her and demanding that she show him the respect that he deserves as a legend.
Crowd: BOO!!
Maddox continues to yell at Alexis, who shakes her head and steps forward! She hits Maddox in the mouth with an elbow smash! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Maddox barely is able to stand upright. Alexis spins around and blasts Maddox in the mouth with a backfist! Maddox drops to a knee and tries to drag himself back up to his feet, only to have Alexis step forward and connect with her Most Glamorous Knee Ever (knee shot to the jaw)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN MICHAEL MADDOX BE THINKING AS HE HAS BEEN KNOCKED OUT BY ALEXIS TERRY’S MOST GLAMOROUS KNEE EVER?!?!
Rose: Probably nothing because he’s knocked out!
Maddox drops to the mat. Alexis follows and hooks his leg for the cover..
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this First Round match and moving on to the Second Round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament...Alexis Terry!!!
Nelson: Alexis Terry just dominated an EHWF legend!
Rose: Maybe it's just me, but I think it might be time for Michael to give it up this time. Things just haven't been going his way lately...
Shaking her head, Alexis looks down at the barely conscious Maddox. Suddenly a seven foot three hundred plus man slides into the ring behind Alexis.
Crumb: Holy crap, who in the world is that monster?!
Rose: I think Alexis is about to find out firsthand, Crumbbum!
Alexis sensing she is no longer in the ring, turns around, and is met by a massive headbutt to the face by the mysterious man. Instantly covered with a crimson mask, Alexis falls back to the mat. The huge man wastes little time as he picks her up and drops her back down to the canvas with a thunderous high lift powerbomb!
Crumb: WHAT CAN ALEXIS TERRY BE THINKING AS THIS MAN MONSTER HAS TOTALLY DECIMATED HER AFTER HER MATCH?!?!
Rose: Probably...I have nothing because I’m in complete awe of this specimen of a man!
Nelson: I am getting word that this man is the newest Icon to the Iconic Professional Wrestling roster. He simply goes by the name of Malo.
Arms raised wide, Malo stands center ring above the unconscious bodies of Alexis and Maddox.
~~
Torres: The following is a First Round match of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament scheduled for ONE FALL and a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The guitar hits on “The Last Pale Light in the West” by Ben Nichols and out from the back walks Jackson Felix Coltrane. The arena lights cast a fiery orange around the stadium as the Iconic-Tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring to wait for his opponent.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Phoenix, Arizona….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches...he is JACKSON FELIX COLTRANNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: I know for a fact that the company has very high expectations for this young man.
Crumb: You and Joshua been talking without me, Patrick?!
Nelson: Not at all, Crumb.
Rose: I think he’s lying to you, Todd.
The opening riff to "Ruina Imperii" by Sabaton echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before an almost demonic looking Sah'ta Thor. He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. After a moment of standing at the top of the ramp He starts towards the ring with a purposeful stride. Getting to the ring he looks at his foe for the night with a look that promises impending pain. After a moment he pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring much like a caged animal as he waits for the starting bell.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches...he is the Raging Storm….SAH’TA THOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: The former General Manager of the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Mayhem brand is looking to rebrandish him image.
Rose: I have to admit that Sah’ta was seriously misused while we were over at EHWF. He was definitely painted into a corner he had to chance of getting out of.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Jackson Felix Coltrane vs. “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor---
JFC immediately dives at him with a lariat. Thor goes down and bounces off the mat.
Crumb: Hot start from Jax!
Rose: It was one move, Todd.
Nelson: Hehee...
Thor gets up to his feet and tries to shake the cobwebs out. He turns back to the JFC and is caught with another clothesline! JFC motions towards Thor to get up. Thor gets back up and throws a lariat attempt. JFC ducks underneath, runs off the ropes, rebounds, and delivers yet another clothesline!
Rose: Is this all he does?
Nelson: I think we both know that is not true.
Thor gets up and runs at JFC, who takes him down with an arm drag. Thor gets to his feet once more and runs at JFC. Coltrane lunges forward with a clothesline, but Thor ducks. He runs to the ropes and rebounds back to JFC. Coltrane uses Thor’s momentum against him and tosses him into the corner.. Thor's back slams against the corner before falling to the canvas chest first.
Crumb: See? That wasn't a clothesline.
Rose: He literally started that exchange with a clothesline attempt!
Thor slowly pulls himself off of the canvas. One on his feet, he finds JFC waiting. JFC grabs Thor and throws him again, but Thor is able to wrap his legs around JFC! JFC sees this coming and doesn't allow himself to be flipped frontwards. Instead, he lifts Thor up in the air for a powerbomb! Thor rolls forward and reverses the move into a sunset flip! JFC goes down and Thor hooks the legs!
One...
Two...
Th...KICKOUT!
Nelson: When it comes to power, this could easily be a Coltrane victory. But matches are not won by power alone!
Crumb: Sah’ta's no slouch himself. Jax may be bigger, but Sah’ta has had his share of bigger men.
Rose: So are we not doing phrasing?
Thor slowly gets to his feet and is surprised to see JFC getting to his feet with considerable ease. Thor runs at JFC and lands a kick to JFC’s stomach. Thor then hits a swinging neckbreaker! Thor scrambles to his feet and tries to drop on top for the cover. JFC manages to kick up sending Thor backwards between the ropes and out of the ring!
Rose: Damn!
The referee starts the countout.
One…
Two...
Holding onto the ropes, JFC stands and looks out to Sah'ta Thor. He pauses to try to orientate himself.
Three…
Nelson: It must be said that Coltrane suffered a concussion last week while competing in another wrestling company he is employed by. I believe that could be affecting him right now.
Rose: Are you making up excuses for him, Patrick?
Sah'ta Thor pushes himself off of the floor. He looks up at JFC, waiting expectantly but seeing his opponent is disoriented, he slides in the ring right before the four count.
Upon sliding into the ring, Thor is met by stomps and more stomps from JFC. Thor slowly makes his way to his feet and JFC arches him forward with a knee to the gut. He Irish whips Thor to the opposite ropes. JFC throws a knee to Thor, who dives over it and continues running to the ropes on the other side. JFC turns around and Thor hits him with a lunging elbow smash!
Rose: I guess Sah’ta Thor finally has a bit of momentum!
Crumb: Maybe so, but Jax won't let it end that easily, I’m sure!
As Thor turns around, JFC kips up with amazing athleticism. The two Icons trade blows: left, right, left, right!
Nelson: Back and forth with punches!
Rose: It’s a “slobberknocker”, huh?
JFC gains the upperhand and connects with a couple extra blows, staggering Thor. He takes advantage of the opportunity by grabbing Thor by the head and tights and tries to throw him out of the ring headfirst through the ropes. Thor throws his arm out, hooking around the top rope and using the momentum to rebound backwards. Thor spins around and JFC hooks an arm. Thor throws an elbow and breaks free! With JFC staggered, Thor hooks JFC arms and connects with his Parasite Eve (spinning tombstone piledriver)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE BE THINKING AS HE IS PUT DOWN BY SAH’TA THOR’SPARASITE EVE?!?!
Thor covers.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this First Round match and moving on to the Second Round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament...Sah'ta Thor!!!
Rose: Yawn….
Nelson: Both of these Icons came out to put on an incredible match tonight!
Crumb: Pure athleticism and love of the sport!
Rose: No, really. Yawn. Someone get some chairs and kendo sticks out here, please.
~~
Torres: The following is a First Round match in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament and is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The lights go dark, the lights flicker to a reddish smoke and the lights come back on as a guitar rift echoes throughout the entire arena. Papa Roach's ”born for greatness” hits over the loud speakers as JFK comes down to the ring, a young punk looking kid covered in tattoos and a mohawk type haircut. Wearing a black zip up hoodie with the hood up, he doesn't acknowledge the fans as he continues into the ring, flips over the top rope. Poses in the center of the ring with great confidence.
Torres: Introducing first from Seattle, Washington...weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at six feet one inches...he is...JOHNNY FRANKLIN KOBAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: This is yet another young man that the company has very high expectations of in the very near future.
Crumb: I’m confused, though, are we supposed to cheer or jeer him? Because I think he wants to be a bad guy but he just comes off as so lovable.
Rose: Lovable is a strong word but I do agree with you, Todd.
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he leans against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands waiting on his opponent
Torres: And his opponent from Parts Unknown…weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds…standing at a height of six feet two inches….he is the Minister of Evil….RED DRAGOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Red Dragon has shown flashes of brilliance!
Rose: That shouldn't surprise anyone.
Crumb: Still, this won't be an easy match for him to win!
The referee looks at both men to make sure they are ready before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Johnny Franklin Kobain vs. “The Minister of Evil” Red Dragon---
Crumb: AND HERE WE GO!!
JFK and Red Dragon both circle around the ring, the two waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, the two Icons grapple up in the center of the ring. There is a brief struggle for the advantage, which Red Dragon appears to win. He locks JFK into a side headlock and begins to apply pressure to wear him down. JFK pulls himself back up to his feet and hits Dragon with a series of elbows to the ribs. He shoves Dragon off. Dragon picks up speed and bounces off of the ropes, hitting JFK with a shoulder block on the rebound! JFK pulls himself back up to his feet. Dragon closes the gap between the two of them and hits JFK with a series of chops to the chest. Blow after blow connects as JFK stumbles away from a smirking Dragon.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Nelson: Quick start to this one by Red Dragon!
Rose: Red Dragon has been at this a very long time. The man knows exactly how to start a match!
Dragon grabs JFK and backs him against the ropes. He hits JFK with one more chop for good measure before shooting him across the ring. Dragon steps toward the middle of the ring to meet JFK and deliver an inverted atomic drop!
Nelson and Crumb: OHHHH!!!![/b]
JFK tries to recover as Dragon bounces off of the ropes. Before he can do anything on the rebound, JFK leaps into the air and delivers a perfect dropkick! Dragon pops back up to his feet. JFK delivers a flurry of strikes that sends Dragon staggering, finishing it off with a spinning backfist! Before Dragon can recover, JFK steps toward him and drives his knee into Dragon's ribs.JFK hoists him into the air and delivering a double arm suplex! JFK smirks and welcomes the response that he is receiving from the fans.
Crumb: Did you see that suplex?!
Rose: Johnny's impressive...I mean, from what I’ve heard he’s been getting pointers from my Baby Daddy.
Red Dragon tries to bring himself back up to his feet, only to have JFK run at him and connect with a knee strike! The impact of the blow sends Dragon staggering. Dragon tries to stagger away, but JFK grabs him and locks in an inverted half nelson! Dragon tries to fight his way out of the hold. JFK quickly responds by lifting Dragon into the air and delivering a knee strike to the face! Dragon drops to the mat in pain. JFK bounces off of the ropes and hits Dragon with a running senton! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
Thre...kick out!
Nelson: We are beginning to see the full extent of what Kobain brings to the table!
Rose: I’m slightly impressed.
JFK grabs Red Dragon and tries to drag him back up to his feet. JFK immediately tries to lock Dragon into a cobra clutch. Dragon fights his way out of JFK's grasp with a series of elbow strikes. JFK regains his balance and recovers quickly, charging at Dragon and getting hit with a drop-toe-hold! JFK stumbles back up to his feet. Dragon grabs him from behind and delivers a snap German suplex! He bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two...
Thre...kicks out!
Crumb: I really thought Red Dragon had it there!
JFK tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Dragon hits him in the mouth with an elbow shot. he follows it up with a second and then tries to put JFK in position for a Russian leg sweep! JFK fights his way out of Dragon's grasp and attempts to send him crashing to the mat with his Drain You (pedigree)! Dragon blocks the attempt and backflips JFK to the mat. Before JFK can pull himself back up to his feet, Dragon charges and hits JFK in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! He follows it up with a second and then smirks, getting JFK into position for Legacy of the Disturbed (vertical suplex into a piledriver)! JFK just barely blocks the attempt and lands on the mat behind Dragon.
Nelson: That could have put the match away!
Rose: Yeah, but it didn't!
Crumb: Way to be insightful, Rose.
Red Dragon turns around as JFK runs at him and hits a running knee to the face! Red Dragon drops to a knee. JFK stuffs his head, double underhooks his arms, and proceeds to successfully drop him with Drain You!
Nelson: Kobain with his Drain You finisher!
Crumb: I think this one is over, guys!
JFK covers as the referee drops to make the count.
One…
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match and moving on to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament....Johnny Franklin Kobain!!!
Nelson: That was an exciting, back and forth match!
Rose: Meh...
Crumb: There’s just no pleasing you is there, Rose?
~~
Torres: The following First Round match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember begins to blast throughout the PA system as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the raven haired lady, Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area by stepping through the black curtain. She is holding her hands behind her back as she slowly and powerfully walks to the top of the ramp with a smirk upon her face. Once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as a wide smile makes it way across her lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp. At the halfway point, she starts skipping sideways, swinging and crossing her arms in front of her a few times, until she reaches the bottom where she stops and puts her hands back before her back as she smiles again. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up right away, Stasi puts her back to the ropes and smiles before removing her studded black leather ring jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Torres: Introducing first from Pasadena, California...weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches...she is STASI HERVEAUUUUXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: This young woman is on a two win win streak!
Rose: Well they were house shows and you know the unwritten rule about wins and losses on those.
Crumb: Unwritten rule? What unwritten rule?
Rose: Google it.
"I Get off" by Halestorm starts to play as Tiffany comes walking out to the ring the fans give a mixed reactions as she walks down the entrance as she gets to the ring she jumps up on the mat doing the spilts as she slides in under the bottom ropes
Torres: And her opponent from Manhattan, New York...weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet five inches...she is TIFFANY PRADDDDDAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: This Lady Icon looks like she is ready to make an impact!
Crumb: It won't be easy, but stopping someone’s win streak is always a big deal!
Rose: Again, unwritten rule...
The referee looks at both Lady Icons to make sure they are ready before calling for the bell to make the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Stasi Herveaux vs. Tiffany Prada---
Stasi and Tiffany both look at each other and nod. The two women then circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, Tiffany runs forward and blasts Stasi in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Tiffany then grabs Stasi and shoots her across the ring. When Stasi comes back on the rebound, Tiffany slams Stasi to the mat with a flapjack! Stasi tries to stumble back up to her feet. Tiffany runs over and connects with a running dropkick that sends Stasi crashing to the mat. She quickly hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
Th...Stasi kicks out!
Crumb: Tiffany almost had the win!
Stasi tries to pull herself back up to her feet once again. Tiffany runs over and locks in a front facelock in an effort to wear Stasi down further. Stasi tries to fight her way out of Tiffany's grasp with a series of forearm shots! Tiffany stumbles back and has no choice but to release the hold! Stasi Herveaux grabs Tiffany and pulls her in. She nails Tiffany with a European uppercut that sends her staggering! Stasi follows it up with a second before hoisting Tiffany into the air! She launches her over her head for a belly to belly suplex! Tiffany crashes hard to the mat.
Stasi smirks as Tiffany slowly drags herself back up to her feet. Stasi tries to run over toward Tiffany in the corner to hit her with a running European uppercut. Tiffany responds by getting a foot in the air, kicking Stasi in the mouth and sends her stumbling. Tiffany quickly hops up to the second turnbuckle and waits for a moment. She then leaps off and tries to send Stasi crashing to the mat with a blockbuster--only to have Stasi step out of the way at the last possible second! Tiffany tries to pull herself back up to her feet, only to get slammed to the mat with a German suplex! Stasi bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two...
Thr...kick out!
Nelson: This has been an exciting, back and forth match thus far!
Rose: Is that really a shocker? Tiffany knows what's at stake here!
Tiffany tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Stasi quickly steps toward her and begins to pound away on Tiffany's chest with a series of strikes. Tiffany tries to create space between herself and Stasi, though Stasi refuses to give her the opportunity. She drives her knee hard into Tiffany's ribs. Stasi pounds away on her back with a few strikes before pulling Tiffany toward the middle of the ring. She gets Tiffany into position for a double underhook backbreaker, though Tiffany spins out of Stasi's grasp. Tiffany rolls her up.
One…
Two...
Thre...Stasi is able to kick out!
Crumb: Tiffany was a hot second away from moving on to the next round in this tournament!
Rose: It’s only going to be a matter of seconds...three to be exact!
Stasi pulls herself back up to her feet at the same time as Tiffany! Tiffany steps toward Stasi and tries to kick her in the side of the head. Stasi ducks underneath the kick. She waits for Tiffany to recover and face her before running forward and kicking Tiffany in the face with a bicycle kick! Tiffany somehow remains upright and bounces off of the ropes. Stasi grabs Tiffany and plants her on the mat with Dirty Little Things (inverted facelock double knee backbreaker)!
Nelson: DIRTY LITTLE THINGS! DIRTY LITTLE THINGS!
Rose: Think you’ve said it loud enough, Patrick? Geez...
Stasi hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
Three!!!
Torres: The winner of this match and moving on to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament...Stasi Herveaux!!!
Nelson: These two Lady Icons went back and forth, but in the end Stasi Herveaux is able to pick up the win!
Rose: It's weird to say that this chick's been on a roll lately, but...she's been on a roll...
Crumb: I think Stasi is my new favorite to walk away with it all!
The camera fades into the backstage area where Senior Interviewer Butterscotch Monroe, smile upon her face, waits patiently near the gorilla position. In a matter of seconds, Stasi Herveaux walks through the curtains fresh off of her match at Tiffany Prada.
Butterscotch: Anastasia, Anastasia, a quick moment please?
Stasi turns around and gives Butterscotch a slight glare.
Stasi: Uh… stalker much? Besides, how did you find out my legal name?
Butterscotch: Well you since I am an official journalist for Iconic Professional Wrestling and you are an official Lady Icon, information like that is readily available to me. You prefer I use “Stasi” instead?
Stasi: Uh duh! I didn’t put that as my ring name for nothing. I also don’t think it’s right that you have access to personal information such as my full name and all that.
Stasi folds her arms across her chest, sweaty and a bit miffed and in real need of some water.
Stasi: So what is it you want?
Butterscotch Monroe: I know you just came off an exhausting match, congratulations on the win by the way, I just wanted to ask a few questions for the viewing audience.
Stasi: OK… but please make them quick. I’m really thirsty and I want to get to catering before they pack everything up to grab a bottle of water.
Butterscotch: Of course. So how does it feel advancing to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament as well as pushing your undefeated streak at three wins?
Stasi: Well technically it’s 6 wins between the two companies… but I get what you’re trying to ask. Honestly, I can’t really tell if I’m elated or what because the adrenaline is still coursing through my veins and I feel like a kid hopped up on sugar.
Butterscotch: Yes indeed, I almost forgot you just recently won again last week in the other company you’re employed by. But the main concern at the moment is IPW and the quest to become the inaugural Heavyweight Champion. In just a few, Savannah and Jessie Roberts will compete against each other. Is there a specific Lady Icon of the two that you would like to face and why?
Stasi: Well to be honest… I would rather face somebody who’s a bit more… challenging? I’ve defeated Savannah twice now and so it’s kind of a been there done that kind of situation you know. And Jessie… well she lost to Tiffany and I just beat her sooooooo… I think you’re getting what I’m trying to say. I came here for a challenge… not this.
Butterscotch: So what Icon/Lady Icon do you see in the tournament that could possibly give you this challenge you seek, Stasi?
Stasi: Someone like Astrid Sedin or Brianna Rissi come to mind. They’re the two baddest bitches this company has to offer and they both are great competitors. Maybe if it comes down to it I’ll have the chance to face one if not both of them.
Butterscotch: That is quite a lofty reach for a newcomer to the sport. Though I take nothing away from your talent and skill as you have already proven several pundits incorrect. I don’t want to hold you up any further. Any parting words?
Stasi: Just because I’m new to this business and this company doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes to be the inaugural IPW champion as much as cocky headed fools would like to think and say otherwise. I’m a fighter… I’m scrappy… and I’m definitely not to be underestimated. I did just defeat the Limitless Champion over in Division after all. So that has to say something.
Stasi winks as she unfolds her arms.
Butterscotch: It does indeed, Stasi. Thank you for time and good luck in the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament continuing on the next broadcast.
Stasi: Cool beans. I’ll just go get that water I’ve been wanting now.
Stasi walks out of the camera’s shot as Butterscotch, shaking her head, watches her exit.
Butterscotch: Whatever happened to professional courtesy? Everybody wants to be the bad guy...
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Torres: The following First Round match of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
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 enterance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.
Torres: Introducing first from Iowa City, Iowa…weighing in at one hundred and forty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches…. she is the Hawkeye Warrior…JESSIE ROBERTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rose: Really? Really?! What was Joshua thinking when he picked up Jessie’s contract form EHWF?
Nelson: Roberts s a very talented young woman that has held several championships throughout her career. If anyone belongs in Iconic Professional Wrestling, it is Jessie Roberts.
Crumb: Exactly!
With a cry of the wildcat and a crack of the whip 'Wildcat' begins to play over the arena's PA- and the Wild Cat Savannah appears from backstage! Dropping her robe to reveal ringwear meant to test the venue's (and the network's) decency regs she begins to make her way to the ring- stopping here and there, teasing friend and foe alike with a smile on her face as she enjoys herself.
Torres: :And her opponent hailing from Seattle, Washington….she weighs in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches...she is the Wild Cat…..SAVANNNAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her flirting ways don't stop at the ring, either, teasing the ref just as badly as she teased the abs- before giving her opponent a smoldering eye that made you wonder what she had in store.
Nelson: A lot has changed with Savannah since coming into Iconic Professional Wrestling.
Crumb: A lot is an understatement, Patrick.
Rose: What do either of you know? Savannah is finally letting out years of being oppressed and certain people in this sport just can’t handle it. I say good for her!
The referee looks at both Lady Icons to make sure that they are ready, both wrestlers nodding their heads. The referee then calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts vs. “The Wild Cat” Savannah---
Crumb: HERE WE GO!!
Jessie and Savannah both circle around the ring, the two looking for an opening that they can take advantage of. Jessie doesn’t wait long before trying to make her own opening---going low and trying to send Savannah to the mat with a double-legged takedown! She immediately positions herself near Savannah’s head and fires off a few hard elbow shots. Savannah manages to create just enough space between them to start pulling herself back up to her feet. Unfortunately, Jessie quickly nails Savannah with a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second, knocking Savannah back against the ropes!
Nelson: Jessie Roberts is actually being the aggressor to start this one off, which is not what I would have expected!
Rose: Jessie’s solid enough with strikes that it isn’t necessarily a bad idea, but she doesn’t want this match to become a brawl. She just doesn’t.
Jessie tries drag her toward the middle of the ring, but Savannah responds by hitting Jessie in the mouth with a hard elbow shot! The impact sends Jessie stumbling back just a few steps, though she quickly recovers. She tries to close the gap once again, but Savannah lifts Jessie into the air and drops her throat first onto the ropes! The ropes snap back and send Jessie hard to the mat, though she nonetheless tries to pull herself back up to her feet.
Savannah bounces off of the ropes and hits Jessie with a clothesline when she reaches her feet! Savannah grabs Jessie and pounds away on her back before lifting her into the air and slamming her to the mat with a body slam! Before Jessie can create space, Savannah drops an elbow onto her chest and stays on top for the cover.
One…
Two…
Th...Jessie kicks out!
Nelson: Savannah looking to not only advance in the tournament but get back to her winning ways after failing to defeat Stasi Herveaux in one-on-one competition at the most recent Metal.
Crumb: She almost had Jessie there!
Savannah once again gets on top of Jessie and starts to pound away on her in an effort to wear her down. When Jessie manages to reach her feet, Savannah hits her in the chest with a hard chop before shooting her across the ring.
Crowd: WOOO!
Savannah tries to get herself into position for a back body drop when Jessie returns on the rebound. Unfortunately, Jessie stops herself as soon as she gets there and hits Savannah with a hard kick that straightens her up! Savannah stumbles just a few steps, giving Jessie enough space to charge forward and drive her knee into Savannah’s ribs! Savannah doubles over in pain. Jessie grabs her and quickly snaps off a swinging neckbreaker! Jessie hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Thre...Savannah kicks out!
Crumb: That was super duper close!
Nelson: You get the feeling that both of these Lady Icons are going to look to turn it up in a minute or two.
Rose: And that definitely isn’t going to bode well for one of them especially Jessie!
Jessie Roberts waits for Savannah to start pulling herself back up to her feet. She then smirks and charges, nailing the Wild Cat with a knee trembler. Jessie tries to get herself into position to run forward and deliver another strike. Before she can, Savannah kicks her in the ribs and then pulls her into a devastating piledriver! Smirking, Savannah looks down at Jessie before covering.
One…
Two…
Thre...Jessie kicks out!
Nelson: You will not find too many pin attempts closer than that right there!
Rose: You know I think Jessie might be on the juice.
Crumb: No way!
Nelson: Let it be known now that Iconic Professional Wrestling does not condone the use of illegal substances by any of it’s Icons on the roster.
Savannah looks down at Jessie in disbelief for a moment. She then shakes her head and drags Jessie up. Savannah hits Jessie in the mouth with a hard elbow shot and then a second. Savannah bounces off of the ropes and tries to set Jessie up for a clothesline. Jessie ducks underneath the attempt and instead sends Savannah crashing to the mat with an ace crusher!
Crumb: That came out of nowhere!
Jessie pulls Savannah up and tries to set him up for a German suplex! Savannah tries to fight her way out of Jessie’s grasp. Jessie refuses to let go, even though she is unable to get Savannah into the air. Jessie decides to change her approach by instead spinning herself around so that she can pin Savannah to the mat with a backslide.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this first round match and moving on to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament…Jessie Roberts!!!
Nelson: Jessie Roberts just showed why she is one of the more resourceful wrestlers in Iconic Professional Wrestling today!
Rose: Juice.
Jessie pops back up to his feet to celebrate the victory, only to have Tiffany Prada slide into the ring and blast Jessie in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! The blow sends Jessie stumbling forward and falling through the ropes to the floor.
Crumb: Where in the world did Tiffany come from?!
Savannah slowly tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Tiffany assists her up and throws her hard into the nearest turnbuckle. She then drags Savannah up to the top rope and seconds later, delivers a falcon arrow!
Nelson: Prada utterly demolished her rival Savannah!
Rose: This is some bullcrap! There should be some serious sanctions levied against this Tiffany chick!
Tiffany rolls out of the ring leaving Savannah lying in the ring.
With the culmination of the previous match, we transition to the parking lot of the Hollywood Palladium as a black Cadillac El Dorado pulls into a vacant parking space. On the scene is Mickey "Mouse" Greer, whose cameraman is capturing the scene in progress, both men curious as to who is so late to arrive to the show. Their question is quickly answered as Corey Lazarus emerges from the Cadillac, making his way to the trunk, opening it to retrieve his suitcase. Mickey approaches IPW's local drama starter with the cameraman in tow. Mickey gets clarification that the camera is filming as he raises the microphone to his mouth.
Mickey Greer: Mickey “Mouse” Greer on the scene as it appears we have a late arrival to tonight's show. Someone who, in a matter of minutes, will be competing in the first round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship tournament. We're going to try and get some comments from him right now. I am being joined by Mister Cor--
Mickey is rudely interrupted as a quizzical looking Corey Lazarus, trailing along his suitcase, speaks over him.
Corey Lazarus: I'm sorry, who in the blue hell are you?
Mickey Greer: Uh, Mickey “Mouse” Greer?
Corey merely raises an eyebrow over the rim of his sunglasses in response to the introduction, seemingly not getting a satisfying answer.
Mickey Greer: The backstage correspondent? I used to work for TMZ like a bazillion years ago?
Corey Lazarus: And that's how you try to introduce me? I thought you TMZ "presenters" had a little more style than that. Give me a proper introduction and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you whatever hot takes you want from Mr. Hot Take himself.
Seemingly taken aback by Corey's request, Mickey gives it a second go, adjusting his stature and clearing his throat before putting on a much more enthusiastic voice.
Mickey Greer: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is "Hot Take" Corey Lazarus! Corey, tonig--
Lazarus intervenes yet again, this time by covering the mic with his hand.
Corey Lazarus: One nickname? I'm not feeling it, Mitch. If you're going to interview someone like me, you introduce them like they're the hottest celebrity on the planet. You're one of those TMZ bottom feeders, surely you know at least three of my monikers through scouring some newsletters or something. Give it to me one more time, with some REAL feeling.
Seemingly annoyed by the second interruption and being referred to by the wrong name, Mickey tries once more to give Corey an introduction to his liking so they can progress.
Mickey Greer: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time is The Shock Factor, The East Essex Bad Boy, "Hot Take" Corey Lazarus!
Looking towards his interviewee for his approval, Corey simply rolls his wrist in a gesture for Mickey to move along with the interview.
Mickey Greer: Corey, tonight you face "The Artist" Aaron Kostan in the first round match of this tournament to crown the first IPW World Heavyweight Champion. Can you tell us your thoughts heading into this bout?
Corey Lazarus: It's quite simple isn't it? I put him down with the Instant Classic, brush my hands of him, move on to the next round lather, rinse and repeat. Quite frankly, it could be anyone else in Kostans shoes tonight and it wouldn't change a thing. Kostan is a smooth talker, I will give him that much, he sung a few of my praises but, let's be honest, he could have sung a few more. He's a nice little wordsmith, not exactly Shakespeare levels but eh, you take what you can get. I think Astrid Sedin said it best; it's time to stop living in the past. Get with the times and realise that while you're bringing soft, cushioning words I am spitting razor-sharp barbs in my bants. Get with the times and realise that Daddy Lazzy is the way of the future.
Mickey pulls the microphone back as he brings up another subject to his guest.
Mickey Greer: Well the rumor mill seems to think that maybe the events of the last Metal event are still on your mind. Do you care to address the subject of Willia--
Corey pulls the microphone out of the hands of Mickey, moving his glasses up into his hair, a look of annoyance on his face.
Corey Lazarus: I think your time is up here, Malcolm. Sub-par job from a sub-par presenter, but I've got this from here. Bah-bye! You, cameraman, you keep rolling.
Mickey leaves in a huff as Corey, microphone in hand speaks directly, eyes like daggers stabbing into the lens of the camera.
Corey Lazarus: I have something to say, specifically to you, William James Ryder. I don't know where you've been hiding since you were supposed to be at ringside for my match two weeks ago but, judging by how I never got an apology note from you on twitter or anything, it's safe to say you're hiding from confronting me like a man. That's fine, show your true colors if you like, doesn't make a difference to me. But I know that, where ever it is you are hiding, you're watching. The entire world is watching. So I am calling you out. What's stopping you? What's stopping you from coming to IPW and witnessing the Corey Lazarus experience? Is it a contract? Do you need a contract to be a man? If that's the case, I'll spearhead a "Hire William Ryder" campaign for you. I'll get the hashtag trending for you; #HireRyder. Make it a shirt, get a few bucks on me, but pay me back by showing up and doing what you should have done two weeks ago -- give me your undivided attention. And if I don't have your attention now...
Corey paints an arrogant smirk onto his face.
Corey Lazarus: Maybe a little bit of gold around my waist will get your attention.
Corey drops the microphone onto the asphalt with an enthusiastic "BOOOOOM!" escaping his mouth as he walks off camera, a visual pipebomb being dropped as we transition back to ringside.
~~
Torres: The following is a First Round match in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
As "What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System, Corey Lazarus emerges with a stride in his step, a smile on his face regardless of the reaction he receives, and a sleaze aura that radiates from his pours. He treats his brown leather jacket with such high regards, he'll tell anyone within arms reach and outstretched hands for acknowledging to mind it, not really the hand-slapping type himself. If he see's someone recording his entrance with a mobile phone, especially if they're an attractive female, he'll break his no-touching clause to swipe their phone and take a selfie of himself for their Corey Lazarus fan page, it's the least he can do. He still wants the fans approval though, so he'll give you a few gestures of acknowledgement, but more often than not he'll lay against the top ropes of his corner, a lackadaisical way to either await his opponent or get across his otherwise care-free attitude. He isn't afraid to stick his hand down the front of his trunks and blow you a kiss with the same hand, be you his opponent or just the luckiest lady in the place.
Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Newhaven, East Essex, England...weighing in at eight two kilograms….standing at a height of one point seventy-three meters….he is the Hot Take...COREY LAZARUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: This young Icon has made huge waves since arriving to Iconic Professional Wrestling with his gift of gab as well as impressive win streak!
Crumb: Not to mention he’s a hella cutie!
Rose: He’s not bad on the eye. Hey, wait a minute! Are you ga---
The lights go dark as "Miami Showdown" begins to play over the speakers. A single spotlight races up the ramp to the top of the stage. There a hooded man steps into the halo of light and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. At the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood to reveal himself to be Aaron Kostan, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps. He wipes his feet on the apron, scanning the crowd before stepping through the ropes.
Torres: In the ring next hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina...he weighs in at two hundred and eleven pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is The Artist….AARON KOSTOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: I have said this about several of our Icons tonight but out of all of them, Aaron Koston is quite possibly the one with the most expectations on his shoulders from the company!
Crumb: Aaron has definitely touched the hearts of the fans and connected with them in a way that very few have in this sport. I’m a fan for sure!
Rose: Meh..the judgement is still out on this one.
Lazarus and Koston stare each other down from each side of the ring before the referee sounds for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus vs. “The Artist” Aaron Koston---
Crumb: HERE WE GO!!
Lazarus and Koston cautiously approach each other. When Lazarus goes to grapple The Artist, he ducks the attempt and then jogs sideways, grinning. Shaking his head, Lazarus watches Koston before going for another grapple, only for Koston to roll under it! Corey wastes no time in turning back around and going for a forearm strike. Koston blocks it before leaping up and catching Lazarus in the jaw with a knee strike! A kick to the abs doubles up Corey Lazarus after. Koston races to the ropes before coming back. Lazarus is there at the ready though and goes for a clothesline. Aaron manages to duck under it and hits a big dropkick to the back of Lazarus, making him stumble forward! When Lazarus turns, Aaron simply does a vertical leap and hits Lazarus with a hurricanrana, sending him to the mat. Koston gets back up and takes a few paces back, looking satisfied with himself.
Nelson: Koston looks like he is a bit too quick for Lazarus right now!
Rose: Yeah, and when Corey catches him, and he will, it’s going to be over!
Crumb: Rose, are you on the Corey Lazarus train too?
Koston motions for Lazarus to bring it. Lazarus goes for a running start as he gets up and Koston manages to leap directly over him! The Hot Take is ready though and promptly turns Koston around and hits him with a hard punch to the face! Corey grabs Aaron and throws him over his head with a snap suplex! When Koston hits the mat, Lazarus immediately rolls over and starts to lay punches into his opponent’s head!
Only when the referee intervenes does Lazarus get off of The Artist, backing up with his arms held high. As soon as Koston gets up, Lazarus runs and nails him in the gut with a knee strike! Aaron doubles over. Corey wastes no time in lifting Koston up by his knee and leg and then dropping him down with a knee breaker! Koston falls to the mat holding his leg. Corey grabs the leg and starts to kick it relentlessly! The referee tells him to break and he does.
Nelson: And just like that, Lazarus was able to turn this match back around in a big way!
Rose: Corey always has plans, Patrick! You’d do best not to question them!
Lazarus goes to pick Koston up again, but Koston fires a punch to his midsection. Lazarus shrugs off the attempt before clubbing him on the back! He then grabs Koston in a gutwrench position, but as he goes to throw The Artist, Koston blocks it by locking his leg with Lazarus’! Aaron hits a headbutt and then a second to get Lazarus off. Lazarus goes for a grapple, but The Artist grabs Lazarus’ arm and nails an arm drag! Lazarus gets back up and Koston nails a dropkick to Lazarus’ knee, sending him face first into the mat! Koston runs towards the ropes and returns with a headscissors takedown! As Lazarus gets up, Koston leaps up and nails an enziguri! Aaron Koston rolls Corey onto his back and hits a standing shooting star press!
One...
Tw...Lazarus kicks out!
Koston quickly applies a body scissors around Lazarus’ midsection to keep him grounded as he debated his next move!
Nelson: Koston being ever resilient!
Rose: Just wait! Corey’s too good to fall for Aaron’s speediness like that for too long!
Koston waits for Lazarus to get back up before running to the corner and waiting. When Lazarus gets to his feet, Aaron runs at him. Lazarus rushes forward and clips Koston’s knee with a tackle! Aaron clutches his knee in pain. Lazarus grabs his leg and leaps in the air, landing on the knee with a knee drop before wrenching it under his own knee, bending at Koston’s leg!
Koston yells out in pain and tries to fight out. He reaches for the ropes to no avail. He then tries to pry Lazarus’ knee off of his own knee, but Lazarus only cranks on the hold harder for his efforts. Aaron finally grabs Lazarus by his head and begins to lay into him with stiff punches. Finally Lazarus releases Koston, but only before standing and stomping down on his knee one more time for good measure!
Nelson: Lazarus is really working over that knee!
Crumb: Do you think he’ll stop?!
Rose: Of course not! He’ll tear his leg off if he has to in order to win!
Lazarus grabs Koston’s leg and hoists it over his own neck, preparing for a stretch muffler. But The Artist fires a kick at Lazarus’ head with his free leg! Then a second! And finally a third gets Corey to release him!
Koston crawls towards the ropes, a hand on his hurt knee. Just as Lazarus grabs his leg to yank him back, Aaron pulls his legs in then shoots them back into Lazarus’ chest! Lazarus hits the mat. Aaron slowly stands, hopping on one leg. Lazarus comes at Koston, but Aaron turns and hits a thrust kick to Lazarus’ chin with his stronger leg and then falls down to clutch at his hurt one.
Nelson: I think Koston may really be hurt.
Koston stands and climbs to the top rope. Lazarus groggily gets to his feet. Koston leaps off and nails a blockbuster dropping Lazarus’ head into the mat! Koston goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
T...Lazarus kicks out!
Crumb: Aaron never stops fighting, even with a hurt knee!
Rose: Yeah, but now every time he does anything, it’s going to make him weaker and weaker!
Koston pounds the mat with a hand before gingerly getting back to his feet. He then runs to the ropes, comes back, and hits a low headscissors, slamming Lazarus’ head into the mat! He takes a moment to groan out in pain at his knee’s impact to the mat and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Th...Lazarus kicks out again!
Upset, Aaron throws his head back before grabbing Lazarus by the head to pull him up. Lazarus shoves Koston away. Aaron staggers back, hopping on one leg. When Lazarus goes for a follow up, The Artist rolls him up with a small package!
One...
Two...
Th...Lazarus kicks out!
Corey sweeps out Koston’s legs then hops over for the cover!
One…
Two...
Thr...Lazarus kicks out once more!
Koston is the first to his feet this time and goes for Lazarus. This time Lazarus catches him dead on with a spear, nearly folding him in two!
Nelson: Koston wants to end this match desperately, but Lazarus just broke him!
Lazarus goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
Thr...Koston gets the shoulder up!
Crumb: That was SOOO close!
Rose: Finish it, Corey, so we can all go home and cheer an Aaron loss!
Lazarus rips Koston to his feet and sets up for the Instant Classic (jumping cutter), but Koston throws an elbow into the side of Lazarus’ head! Lazarus releases and Aaron sends a Pele kick to Lazarus’ head. Corey manages to catch it! He grabs Koston by the leg, raises it high, then slams it down on the mat hard! Koston writhes in pain on the mat.
Suddenly “Vanity” by Christina Aguilera starts to play and none other than Brianna Rissi walks down to the ring with a look of sadistic glee on her face. Lazarus takes the moment to crack a smile before grabbing Koston’s legs and applies an Indian deathlock!
Nelson: Lazarus has on the Indian Deathlock! I do not know if Koston can hold out in that move!
Rose: Who cares? That unhinged Brianna is here, so you know that something’s about to go down…
Koston screams in absolute agony, reaching out in pain! Brianna, meanwhile, makes her way ringside, still as excited as can be. She makes her way in front of where Koston is trying to reach out to.
Crumb: Brianna has no business to be out here whatsoever! She has an upcoming match she should be preparing for!
Lazarus cranks the hold on tight as Koston tries to make his way to the ropes! He looks to be a picture of misery as he reaches out. Lazarus doing his best to make the man tap out, but Koston will not give!
Nelson: Aaron Koston refusing to surrendering! What a heart!
Aaron gets close!
Crumb: Come on, Aaron!
Within fingertips!
Rose: Just tap damn it!
Koston starts swatting at the bottom rope until finally he grabs it and the referee calls for the rope break!
Nelson: Koston did it!
Lazarus refuses to release though and the referee admonishes him before starting to count the disqualification.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...finally Lazarus lets Koston go! Then, as the referee is distracted, Brianna steps forward and spits green mist into Aaron’s face!
Crumb: That bitch! After how hard Aaron just fought to make it to the ropes!
Rose: Hahaa! I knew she was up to something!
Lazarus notices the turn of events and shoves the referee aside as Koston is trying to get the mist out of his eyes. Corey grabs Koston looking to hit Instant Classic again! Koston has the wherewithal to counter the move into his Finale (Argentina DDT)!
Nelson: WHAT A REVERSAL BY KOSTON!
Crumb: WHAT CAN COREY LAZARUS BE THINKING AS HE IS DROPPED WITH AARON KOSTON’S FINALE?!?!
Rose: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
Koston goes for the cover as Brianna looks on in shock.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Nelson: What an ending to this match!
Rose: This is disgusting!
Torres: And the winner of this first round match and moving on to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament….Aaron Ko---
Before Torres can finish announcing Koston’s win, Brianna ambushes Koston in the ring with her BrieMode Bulldog! She rolls out of the ring and pulls her Man Crush Everyday out of the ring.
"The Journey to Crown an Icon Continues..."
Coming 16 September 2018
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Nelson: Up next is our main event, folks! It will be Brianna Rissi going up against Oliver Black in what I am sure will be an incredible match!
Crumb: And this crowd is electric right now in anticipation!
Rose: They’re a little bit too noisy for my tastes. I mean, it’s just Oliver Black!
Torres: The following match-up is our main event in the First Round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament! It is scheduled for ONE FALL with television time remaining!
”Vanity” by Christina Aguilera blares as Brianna Rissi makes her way down to the ring for the second time tonight. The crowd showers her with jeers.
Torres: And the first Icon weighing in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet...she hails from Melbourne, Australia…she is BRIANNA RISSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Well, I cannot say I expected this sort of reception to Rissi.
Rose: Yeah, this crowd, for some ungodly reason, actually wants to see Oliver Black. A lot. Ridiculous!
Crumb: Well coming out at the end of the last match to try to help Corey Lazarus win isn’t going to endear you to the crowd!
Rose: And burning up your former employers property is?!
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.)
(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: And her opponent weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….standing at five feet ten inches….hailing from Manchester, England…he is The Nightmare….OLIVER BLACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings! Oliver stands their a moment soaking in the crowds reaction, before making his way to the ring.
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!
Nelson: This crowd is insane right now! They have been waiting all night for this showdown!
Rose: Brianna and Oliver have been on a collision course since they were both in EHWF! Finally the two of them will get to face off, not in tag team matches, but in one-on-one competition!
Crumb: And I hope it’s a fair one-on-one affair too!
The crowd starts an impassioned dueling “LET’S GO BLACK!/YOU SUCK BLACK!” chant while he looks around at them. Smirking, he shrugs at Brianna, who just rolls her eyes at the reaction. Black puts a finger to his lips and motions for the crowd to quiet down. He then motions at Brianna and starts to applaud him before motioning for the crowd to do the same. The crowd gives a very mixed response and Brianna looks mildly amused, telling Black to get this started. Shrugging, Black says, “I tried” before returning to his corner.
Nelson: Well, at least you cannot fault Black for trying to get his crowd to give Rissi a little more respect.
Rose: Respect is earned! Which makes it twice as confusing why they’re even cheering for Black in the first place.
The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Brianna Rissi vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---
Crumb: AND HERE WE GO!!
Black and Brianna begin to circle each other. Brianna charges, but Black barely catches her and shoves her towards the ropes. On the rebound, Oliver hits a dropsault on Rissi. Black nails Brianna with a forearm before shooting her across the ring again. Brianna holds on this time and Irish whips Black instead! Oliver rebounds and Brianna nails him in the face with a spinning heel kick. Black holds his mouth before Brianna grabs him by the head and starts laying punches into him until the referee tells him to back off. Brianna steps back and motions for Oliver to come at him.
Black takes a moment to shake the cobwebs loose before standing up and getting ready to lock up with Brianna. Rissi ducks under and swings around behind Black in a back waistlock. Black throws an elbow behind him to catch Brianna then goes into a back waistlock of his own. Rissi slowly breaks it by separating Black’s hands. Black applies a headlock and takes her down in a headlock takedown. Brianna struggles for a few moments before starting to come to her feet and throwing an elbow into Black’s gut to break it up. She then throws a big chop at Black’s chest.
Crowd: WOOOOO!
Brianna applies a headlock of her own, but Black hoists her up and throws her back in a back suplex. Brianna flips out of it and runs forward, grabbing the Nightmare in a back waistlock. She rushes forward with Black until Oliver gets to the corner. He propels himself off of the turnbuckle and over Brianna! Black goes for a roundhouse kick, but Brianna ducks under it and goes between the ropes, putting up a hand to keep Black at bay. The crowd boos this and Brianna gives them a brief look before entering the ring after Black backs off.
Nelson: This match seems even right now, but you have to wonder about the psychological toll this has to be taking on Rissi from this crowd’s response to her.
Crumb: She isn’t used to this!
Rose: Of course it’s going to throw her out of whack!
The former EHWF Heavyweight Champion meets the former EHWF Showtime Champion in the center of the ring again. This time the two lock up traditionally until Brianna sends her hip into Black’s waist, doubling him over, and then throwing a punch to his head. She then sends Black to the mat with a headscissors takedown! Black hits the mat and Brianna wastes no time in throwing a dropkick to his back, making Black roll away in pain!
Oliver grabs the ropes to start to his feet. Rissi runs forward and hits him in the gut with a knee! Black bends over from the impact and Rissi clubs him in the back of the head, knocking him to his hands and knees. Another knee to the side of the head keeps Black down. Brianna rips him to his feet and tosses him into the corner. She then gets onto the second rope and starts to pound away at Black’s head until he finally collapses into the corner of the mat. Rissi jogs out of the corner, making to the opposite end of the ring before running forward and hitting a cannonball onto the prone Oliver Black! The crowd boos as Brianna pulls Black out of the corner and goes for the cover.
One...
Tw...Black kicks out.
Nelson: Well, if this crowd is affecting her, she is showing no signs of it!
Rose: She better keep at it then! She’s my favorite Icon for one night only!
Brianna pulls Black up again, only to throw him down with a snapmare again and following up with a stiff kick to the spine! Black lets out a yell right before Brianna locks in a surfboard, driving her knee into Oliver’s back. Black starts to fight back, starting to stand. He turns out of the hold and then snaps off a jawbreaker! The Lady Icon from Down Under staggers back, holding her jaw.
Black runs at her. Bracing herself for a dropkick to the chest, Brianna is caught off guard by a low dropkick to her knee, making her face plant on the mat! As she starts back up, Black runs at her and hits a low headscissors, planting her face into the mat again! Oliver runs past Brianna and as Rissi, frustrated, tries to pick herself up off the mat, Black uses her back as a springboard to hop onto the middle rope. As Brianna gets to her feet, she is snapped down with a big springboard DDT! Black goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Thr...Brianna kicks out!
Nelson: And here is that fast paced offense that Black is known for!
Rose: Yeah, him and every other midget in the circus. Get the hell up, Brianna!
Black steps over Rissi and then performs a standing moonsault. Rissi gets her knees up! She grabs Oliver as he is doubled over into a small package!
One...
Tw...Oliver kicks out!
Crumb: I think it’s going to take more than a small package to keep Oliver down tonight!
Brianna and Black get up at the same time, but Brianna is a bit quicker and floors Black with a running forearm. She clubs Black in the back of the head again and then brings him up to his feet seamlessly into a Northern Lights suplex. She rolls through it to keep a suplex position, bringing Black up and then dropping him in a big brainbuster! Black’s upperbody pops up after the impact before he slumps over to his side. Brianna goes over to the ropes and waits. Once Black gets to his feet, she hits a big springboard missile dropkick sending Black down again! Black hits hard and Brianna goes for the cover with a forearm in Oliver’s face!
One...
Two...
T...Black kicks out!
Crumb: Some impressive offense here from Brianna!
Rose: Yeah, yeah. She’s really great. Kill this Oliver punk already!
Brianna shakes her head and waits for Black to start to his feet. When he gets to a kneeling position, Brianna runs forward to go for shining wizard! Black jerks himself upright just in time to avoid the move! Oliver then runs forward and scoops Brianna up for a one-armed powerbomb, running to keep the momentum and ending up slamming her in a sitout position before falling back! The crowd cheers this impressive show of strength and the referee starts the count for both Icons.
Rose: So we’re going to act like Oliver hasn’t put out a restraining order against Jason Dave and Brianna as well as suing his former employer Michael Rissi?
Crumb: Well we know Jason Dave doesn’t care because he burned up that restraining order.
Nelson: And I am more concerned about the legal ramifications to come after Black dropped the EHWF Heavyweight title belt in the trashcan and then proceeded to set it on fire on live television!
Black rolls away towards the ropes as Brianna gets to her feet also. Brianna runs at Black, but Oliver jumps up and grabs her in a body scissor, throwing her over the top rope and to the outside! Black points up at the sky, runs to the opposite side of the ring, and comes back, ready for a high flying move! Rissi runs out of the way in time and Black does a handspring off of the ropes, then does a few rapidfire handsprings backwards until doing a full backflip and landing with his arms out. The crowd pops huge for the move and Oliver does a bow.
Rose: Will you look at this egomaniac!
Crumb: That was an amazing setup of moves by Oliver!
Nelson: I have to agree with Crumb. That was an incredible display of athleticism!
Brianna glares at Oliver before starting to climb back onto the apron by the corner. Black goes for a springboard move off the ropes adjacent to the turnbuckle, but Rissi scrambles up and clocks Black in the head with a forearm! Black nearly falls down, but catches himself by slinging his arm over the top rope. Rissi gives him another punch and then grabs Oliver for a suplex. She gets ready to suplex Black over the top to the outside, but Oliver nails Rissi in the head with a knee. Brianna drops Black and Oliver drives his shoulder into her. Rissi doubles over. Black runs forward, jumps over the top rope, and goes for a sunset flip powerbomb. Brianna holds onto the top rope, her eyes wide in absolute dread! Brianna throws a mule kick into Black’s face. She hits a senton flip onto Black’s body, sending both of them down!
Nelson: I cannot believe what we just saw! Amazing athleticism from both Icons tonight!
Rose: From one of them, at least. Brianna is keeping her eye on the prize and that’s why I like her tonight!
The referee starts to count both Icons out.
One...Brianna goes to grab Black, but Oliver fires a forearm into her stomach followed by a back kick to the head!
Two...Black goes to run around the corner, but Brianna throws herself forward to shove Black directly into the ring post.
Three...Black flops over onto the outside as Brianna ducks under the ropes and then through the ropes around the corner.
Nelson:Rissi effectively breaking the count out b coming into the ring.
Crumb: Yet begins it again by sliding right back out!
One...Brianna gives Black a kick to the face for extra measure.
Two...Brianna grabs Oliver and throws him into the ring. She pulls his face just over the ring apron. Brianna takes a few steps back and then hits a running knee, causing Black to yell out and roll back into the ring.
Rose: That’s what I’m talking about! Beat his ass!
Brianna rolls into the ring and grabs Black, getting ready for a powerbomb. She tries to pull Black up but Black slides through the attempt over Brianna’s shoulders. Before Rissi can react, Black catches her with a reverse hurricanrana that spikes her head into the canvas! Rissi flops up onto his knees before collapsing onto the mat.
Black wills himself to his feet and waits for Brianna to get up with assistance from the turnbuckle. Oliver Black then runs forward and hits a spinning wheel kick that takes Black over the top rope! The Nightmare lands on the apron and waits. When Brianna staggers out of the corner, Black hits a springboard blockbuster! Brianna hits hard and Oliver goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Th...Brianna kicks out!
Nelson: Oliver Black is busting out some rare moves in this match!
Rose: I guess this acrobat has a few more tricks than we’re used to. He can have all the moves in the world and it won’t make him any better!
Crumb: You really hate Oliver don’t you?
Rose: Pretty much yeah...moreso his father but yeah...
Black waits for Brianna to get up, and when she does, he hits a leaping clothesline sending Rissi right back down! Brianna uses the turnbuckle to help herself up once again. When Black runs at her this time, Rissi throws Black up instead, hoping to send him over the top turnbuckle. Black shows great athleticism by landing both feet on the top rope!
Brianna staggers forward and turns, looking surprised that Black is on the top rope! When she runs forward to get him, Black leaps up and on his way down, grabs Brianna by the shoulders and hits a backstabber! Brianna rolls out of the ring. She starts up as Black eyes her up, holding his head. Brianna starts around the corner while Black runs to the opposite corner. He sprints at the corner and leaps right over the top turnbuckle with a flip and lands on top of Brianna, taking them both out onto the floor!
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Nelson: In all my years in this sport, I have never seen that before!
Rose: I’m not going to say I’m impressed because honestly, it’s really stupid that he did that! He may be hurt just as much as Brianna!
Crumb: This rival means that much to him though!
Oliver starts to go back into the ring when Rissi grabs him by the tights and pulls him back into a back waistlock. After a moment, Rissi throws Black back in an incredible German suplex. Brianna stands and slides into the ring, looking at Black as he starts to stir. She thinks on it for a few seconds before rolling back to the outside as Oliver gets up on the proverbial rubber legs. Brianna hits a few knees to Black’s midsection and then one to Oliver’s face. She pulls Oliver into a suplex position. She hoists Black up and then suplexes him directly into the barricade! Black bounces off it with a sickening thud before falling onto the floor.
Nelson: My goodness, Black could be broken in half right now!
Rose: Listen, I know you and this crowd thinks this is awful, but let’s be realistic! Brianna hasn’t lost a match of any kind! She doesn’t want to lose her first one here and she’s doing whatever she needs to!
Crumb: You got a good point there, Rose.
Brianna is on her knees, taking a bit to gather herself before grabbing a completely limp Black and muscling him into the ring. She goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
Thre...Black barely gets the shoulder up!
Brianna looks exasperated, yelling at the referee before going for another cover.
One...
Two...
Thre...Black kicks out again!
Nelson: Black is not done yet though!
Rose: If he knew what was good for him, he’d let himself be pinned just this once!
Crumb: Not damn likely!
Brianna Rissi thinks for a bit before pulling Oliver up to his feet with a double underhook. She goes to execute a pedigree but Black fights it and manages to pull his body around and hook a leg in the middle rope. Frustrated, Brianna releases and starts to pound on Black’s hurting neck and back!
The referee separates them and after she is pulled away, Brianna yanks Oliver out of the ropes but much to her surprise, Black grabs her and hits Darkness Falls (single leg facebreaker)! Black manages to shove Brianna over and puts his body over Rissi’s.
One...
Two...
Thre...Brianna kicks out!
Crumb: WHAT CAN OLIVER BLACK BE THINKING AS BRIANNA RISSI KICKS OUT AFTER GETTING HIT WITH DARKNESS FALL?!?!
Rose: Forget that...how is Oliver even able to do anything still?!
Black hangs his head before balling his hand in a fist. Holding the back of his neck, he gets to his feet. Black runs at Rissi, but Brianna steps forward and then hoists him up for a Samoan drop. Black manages to wriggle out of it. Brianna then modifies it and hits him with a Samoan driver, planting Black on his neck! She hooks the legs for the cover.
One...
Two...
Thre...Black barely kicks out!
Brianna yells out in frustration and shoves Black’s legs over.
Nelson: We have seen Black manage to survive like this a lot of times in his short career!
Crumb: It astonishes me every time, but I think this crowd might be what’s keeping him in this match!
Rose: What the hell does it take to keep Oliver down?! This is absurd!
Brianna grabs Black and drags him to the corner. She hits Black with enough punches to keep him from fighting it and brings him up to the top rope. Brianna then tries to go for an underhook. Black tries to fight it and eventually shoves Brianna off and goes back to a seated position on the ropes. Brianna runs back up to the top rope and tries to fight Black again, hitting him with clubbing blows. Oliver fights her off again, shoving her back once more and slipping off the turnbuckle and to the ring apron! Brianna rushes at him and when she goes to grab Oliver, Black drops back and nails a Pele Kick to the side of Brianna’s head! Black looks like he is in agony as he holds his neck and head, smacking the rope with his free hand.
Black stands up on the apron and prepares to do a springboard, but Rissi rolls over and grabs Black’s legs, keeping him from doing anything. Black tries to break Brianna’s grasp and the referee tries to break them up. Brianna uses everything she has to grab Oliver around the waist through the ropes and drive him back-first into the turnbuckle! Black falls down onto his tailbone, yelling in pain as he slumps against the turnbuckle, seated on the apron, with his arm around the middle rope!
Nelson: The survival in both of these Icons is incredible! We’re witnessing something unbelievable here tonight!
Rose: Brianna wants to see this crowd as depressed and as sad as I do, Patrick! I mean, she might want to keep her singles record too, but…
Brianna holds her head as she tries to stand with help from the ropes. She grabs Black and picks him up, trying to drag him up onto the top rope again in a double underhook position. This time, Brianna fights hard to get the underhook locked in, but Black headbutts Rissi in desperation!
Rissi releases the hold just enough for Black to shove her off! Brianna lands on the mat and immediately starts to get up, but Black comes off the top rope and hits her with a double stomp! Brianna lays there as Oliver collapses forward.
Nelson: Both of these Icons are spent!
Crumb: Brianna definitely has to be after being on the receiving of that double stomp by Oliver!
Rose: This chick better not lose this!
Oliver goes to the turnbuckle, crawling towards it and starting to drag himself up it. As Black does so, Brianna rolls over just enough to lay perpendicular to the ropes to make it difficult for Oliver execute a move.
Nelson: Black is possibly one move away from winning this!
Rose: Not quite! Brianna’s too close to the ropes!
Crumb: If Oliver tries to hit her from that angle, he could break his neck!
Rose: Brianna put herself there with the last bit of energy she had to buy herself some more time! That’s damn smart!
When the Nightmare gets to the top turnbuckle, he sees Rissi’s positioning and the crowd gets hushed, realizing as well. Oliver Black takes a deep breath and stands on the top turnbuckle with his back to Brianna. He then jumps over onto the top rope beside the turnbuckle, placing himself perpendicular to Brianna, then comes off with a springboard 630 senton! The flashes of cameras light up the Hollywood Palladium.
Nelson: Oliver Black has taken flight!
Black nails it perfectly and the crowd reaches the highest volume it has the entire night!
Crumb: It has to be over after that!
Rose: No, no, no!
Black has a mask of pain, arching his back but he drags Brianna away from the ropes and throws his body over her for a cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!!
“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold plays as Black rolls off of Rissi and stays facedown on the mat. The crowd gives both Icons a standing ovation for their performance!
Torres: And the winner of this first round match and advancing to the second round of the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament….“The Nightmare” Oliver Black!
Crumb: I can’t believe what I just saw! Oliver just did something impossible here tonight!
Rose: I… think maybe even I need to say I’m impressed.
Nelson: That is our time everyone. I am Patrick Nelson, and on behalf of Tod Crumb and Rose Marie, we would like to thank you for joining us on the first ever Chaos broadcast! Be safe and we will see you next time! Goodnight!
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