Chaos - 18 September 2018

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

REMEMBER:
The Icons of IPW are trained professionals
and their stunts should never be attempted without proper training.
PLEASE.
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ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

"A Journey to Crown an Icon"

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 “I’ll Date You, Tiffany Prada!”, “#HireRyder”, and “Stasi’s Gonna Win It All!!”

Nelson: We are live from the Barker Hanger located in Santa Monica, California!

The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and Rose are seated.

Nelson: With so much jammed packed wrestling ready for everyone, let us get right into it!

Rose: What?! You mean we’re not doing the traditional Stooges rundown?

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a First Round match in the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Tournament! It is scheduled 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….he is...PATRICK FISHEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Fisher is coming off a very tough loss to Jason Dave at the last Chaos.

Crumb: It was that loss that put him out of the Heavyweight Championship Tournament and into the Television Championship Tournament!

Rose: He in for another tough challenge as his opponent is looking to get her first win in IPW too.

The arena dims to complete darkness. "Same Again" - 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: This young woman will indeed be looking to right her ship with a victory tonight!

Crumb: I love her hair color!

Rose: I...um...what?!


The referee looks at both men to make sure they are ready. He then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Television Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Patrick Fisher vs. Minx---

The two Icons look at one another and nod. They approach each other in the center of the ring, Patrick Fisher trying to grapple up with Minx. The London lass immediately goes low and takes Fisher down to the mat with a double-legged takedown! She quickly transitions up toward Fisher's head and locks in a front facelock. Fisher tries to fight his way out with a series of hard strikes. Minx continues to try and apply as much pressure as she can. Once Fisher gets Minx up to a vertical base, he successfully shoves Minx away. Minx recovers and tries to hurry over toward Fisher, only to get lifted into the air and slammed to the mat with a back body drop!

Nelson: You have to respect the strategy from Minx!

Crumb: Use her quickness!

Minx tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Patrick Fisher immediately hits Minx with a series of quick elbow shots to knock her groggy. Minx tries to stay upright. Fisher nails her in the mouth with a European uppercut! The impact sends Minx stumbling back to the ropes. Minx bounces off and stumbles toward Fisher. He grabs hold of Minx and smirks. He pauses for a moment before launching Minx over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex! Minx grabs the ropes and uses them to drag herself back up to her feet. Fisher grabs Minx and tries to drag her toward the middle of the ring. Minx responds by shoving Fisher away. Fisher stumbles a few steps as Minx charges---and gets caught with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Rose: Now that Patrick is rolling, things are about to get interesting...

Crumb: If he can keep this up, there's no reason that he can't win this match!

Patrick drives his knee into Minx's back and tries to set her up for a chinlock to further wear the young Lady Icon down. Fisher keeps his knee firmly in the middle of Minx's back. Despite this, Minx starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Minx fights her way out of Fisher's grasp with a series of hard elbow shots. She then turns around and blasts Fisher in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Fisher drops to a knee. Minx bounces off of the ropes and catches Fisher by surprise with a knee strike! She then grabs Fisher to set him up for a neckbreaker, only to have Fisher shove her away! Minx regains her footing as Fisher grabs her from behind. He hoists Minx onto his shoulders to try and set him up for a fireman's carry. Minx battles her way out with a series of elbow strikes. She then sends Fisher crashing to the mat with a Russian leg sweep! Minx covers.

One...

Two...

Thre...kick out!

Fisher tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Minx drives her knee hard into Fisher's ribs and quickly hoists him into the air for a Northern Lights suplex bridging into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Th...Kick out!

Minx grabs Fisher and tries to set him up for a sharpshooter! Though she almost manages to lock the hold in, Patrick reaches out and grabs the ropes! The referee calls for the hold to be broken, though Minx responds by sitting down into the hold anyway! The referee begins to count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Minx finally releases the hold!

Smirking, Minx drags Fisher back up to his feet. Minx shoots him across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound---only to have Fisher throw himself at Minx for a spear! He hooks the leg for a cover..

One...

Two...

Thr….Kick out!

Nelson: This has been a very impressive back and forth match!

Rose: Even I have to admit that it's been...fun.

Minx groggily tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Patrick Fisher closes the gap between the two of them, hitting Minx with a kick, and then a second, and then a third. He then tries to get Minx into position for a jumping reverse backbreaker! Minx spins out of Fisher's grasp, runs and hops over the ropes onto the apron. She springboards off the top rope to land on the turning around Fisher’s shoulders before planting Fisher on the mat with a dragonrana!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Rose: Holy sh*t indeed!

Nelson: Minx calls that Beauty Quest!

Crumb: WHAT CAN PATRICK FISHER BE THINKING AS HE IS LAID OUT BY MINX’S BEAUTY QUEST!?!

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this First Round IPW Television Tournament match and advancing to the Second Round…..Minx!!!

~~

Torres: The following is a First Round Television Championship Tournament match scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTES 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 Icon-tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring to face/wait for his opponent.

Torres: 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: The very energetic Jackson Felix Coltrane is looking to make his mark in this tournament for the Television Championship after prematurely losing in the Heavyweight Championship Tournament last week.

Rose: He needs to quit while he’s ahead. Concentrate on fixing air conditioners with his old man.

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Hold me!

Rose: What did I tell you about touching me?!

Nelson: Hehee...

The referee looks at both men to make sure they are ready before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Television Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Jackson Felix Coltrane vs. “The Minister of Evil” Red Dragon----

Both Icons approach the center of the ring, refusing to take their eyes off of each other. They then grapple up and begin to struggle for the advantage. Red Dragon is able to gain it as he wrestles Jackson Felix Coltrane back against the ropes. Red Dragon hits Coltrane with a few quick chops to the chest before shooting him across the ring. He waits for JFC to come back on the rebound---only to get hit with a flying forearm smash! Red Dragon pulls himself back up to his feet as Jackson Felix Coltrane delivers a few more forearm shots. He then pulls Red Dragon into position and hits him with a snap suplex! Before Red Dragon can pull himself back up to his feet, JFC bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running leg drop. The fans show their support for JFC.

Nelson: The fans are showing their support for Jackson Felix Coltrane and he is rewarding them with one hell of a performance to start this match!

Rose: Yeah, yeah…

Crumb: I wonder if Jax has some time after the show to discuss some financial issues?

Red Dragon wisely rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he's standing, JFC charges to try and keep control of the match---only to have Red Dragon get a foot in the air. The impact of the kick sends JFC staggering. He recovers and grabs Red Dragon to pull him toward the middle of the ring---only to have Red Dragon kick him in the ribs. He follows it up with a second kick before sending JFC crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! He quickly goes for the cover.

One..

Two...JFC kicks out!

Glaring down at JFC, Red Dragon slams the back of his head into the match. Red Dragon then wrestles him into position for an abdominal stretch, immediately hitting JFC in the ribs with a few elbow shots to wear him down.

Nelson: It is not often we see Red Dragon slow down the pace like this.

Rose: He knows he's in there with someone who can keep up with him! That's not normally the case!

Red Dragon continues to deliver a few hard elbow shots to the ribs of Jackson Felix Coltrane, who does what he can to reach the ropes. Red Dragon continues to work on the mid-section as JFC finally gets a few fingers on the ropes. The referee forces Red Dragon to break the hold.

Red Dragon steps back a few steps and the referee backs away before Red Dragon charges forward and hits JFC with an elbow shot! JFC stumbles around as Red Dragon tries to drag JFC in toward him for a belly-to-belly suplex. JFC shoves Red Dragon away to block the attempt! Red Dragon recovers and JFC leaps into the air to hit him with an enziguri! Red Dragon drops to a knee and tries to recover before getting planted on the mat with a running bulldog! JFC hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Red Dragon pulls himself back up to his feet. JFC tries to send Red Dragon crashing into the opposite turnbuckle! Red Dragon reverses the attempt and JFC crashes into it instead. Red Dragon follows him into the corner trying to hit JFC with a splash. JFC ducks out of the way and instead counters Red Dragon's momentum, sending him to the mat with a sunset flip.

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Red Dragon pulls himself back up to his feet. JFC charges. Red Dragon tries to hoist JFC onto his shoulders. JFC blocks the attempt and spins Red Dragon around. He grabs Red Dragon up where the masked Icon is hanging over his right shoulder. JFC grabs his legs and plants him on the mat HARD with Bank On It! JFC hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

Nelson: This could be it!

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this First Round IPW Television Tournament match and advancing to the Second Round......Jackson Felix Coltrane!!!

Crumb: Jax looks like an Icon who has what it takes to become the first I.P.W. Television Champion!

Rose: (yawning) Wouldn't that be something…

~~

Torres: The following is a First Round Television Championship Tournament match scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!

"I Get Off" by Halestorm starts to play as Tiffany Prada comes walking out to the ring. The fans give a mixed reactions as she walks down the entrance ramp. As she gets to the ring, she jumps up on the apron doing the splits as she slides in under the bottom rope.

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: I think that it is safe to say now that Tiffany Prada and Savannah hate each other so this match is going to be really interesting in how things turn out.

Crumb: This is surely going to be a throw down cat fight if I do say so myself.

Rose: Of course you would see it as something like that. But what I see are two women who are both looking forward to moving on to the second round of the Television Title tournament after neither could do that in the IPW Heavyweight Title tournament.

With a cry of the wildcat and a crack of the whip, 'Wildcat' by Jim Johnston begins to play over the arena's PA system as 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 for them.

Nelson: Savannah is walking out here and I bet you that she is looking to put Prada down on a more permanent basis.

Crumb: For sure! She is probably thinking that it won’t be hard. But both of these Lady Icons lost their respective last matches so they want to turn things around.

Rose: Savannah’s new attitude that she developed between EHWF and here hasn’t both helped and hurt her with a win-loss record to back it up.

Savannah beckons for a microphone and one is quickly tossed into the ring to her.

Savannah: I've got something to say. Prada, the last few weeks we both have been showing each other just what kind of a fight we can take and dish out. Today I just spent a few hours arguing with our boss Joshua Samson Esquire to let us, in the meeting that we've both been working for, to let us both cut loose and show this company just how a cat fight should be run!

Crowd: CAT FIGHT! CAT FIGHT!

Savannah: He said “no” of course! Talked about network restrictions and sh*t like that.

Savannah looks around, judging the mood of the room before smiling. They knew what was coming, they knew her.

Savannah: F*ck the restrictions! F*ck the network! Prada? You and I both know what will settle this. You even offered Loser Leaves Town. Yet they're back there trying to force their rules on us!

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

Savannah: F*ck their rules!

Crowd: F*CK THEIR RULES! F*CK THEIR RULES!

Savannah: Prada? You want this tonight to be the match they talk about for weeks? Let's give it to them! Let's finish this OUR WAY!

Nelson: I have just received word that this match is going to be…NO DISQUALIFICATION!

Crumb: Well this certainly just took a turn towards the interesting.

Rose: Surely that can’t be sanctioned because she just said that Mister Samson said no.

In the ring, Tiffany is nodding her head in agreement as Savannah smiled. With the women off in their respective corners, Tiffany reaches into her boots and pulls something out, keeping it hidden as Savannah returns the microphone to a member of the ring side crew before turning around. The referee motions to ring the bell to ring.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Television Championship Tournament: First Round Match: Tiffany Prada vs. “The Wild Cat” Savannah---

Both women promptly walk to the center of the ring, talking trash to one another inaudibly. Tiffany reels back her arm and lets it fly, hitting Savannah in the side of her head with a wicked hard punch, sending her crashing to the mat and knocked clean out.

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Crumb: WHAT CAN SAVANNAH BE THINKING AS SHE HAS BEEN KNOCKED CLEAN OUT WITH ONE PUNCH BY TIFFANY PRADA?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Holy sh*t!”

Nelson: That was amazing but something does not seem right here!

With a smirk on her face, Tiffany removes the brass knuckles from around her fingers and throws them to the side.

Nelson: Prada had a pair of brass knuckles!

Rose: What in the hell?! She’s a cheater!

Crumb: How? It’s a No Disqualification match remember?!

Rose: But...but...is it even a sanctioned No DQ?!

Tiffany drops down for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this First Round Television Championship Tournament match and advancing to the Second Round….Tiffany Prada!!!!

Nelson: That certainly did not work out the way that Savannah was expecting it to. But then again I do not think that she was expecting Tiffany Prada to have brass knuckles in her boot either.

Crumb: After what she’d been through the past weeks because of Savannah, it doesn’t surprise me that she had a little insurance plan.

Rose: I don’t agree with her actions! This was no disqualification and she damn near bent the rules there. She cheated!

As “I Get Off” by Halestorm starts playing throughout the arena Tiffany Prada celebrates her win and brags about how she took down Savannah. After a few moments, “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria starts to waft its way through the arena’s PA system. Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain and has her eyes set on the ring as she makes her way down the ramp.

Nelson: I wonder why the Iconic Queen is coming out here when she has a match of her own that she needs to be preparing for later tonight?

Crumb: This certainly just got more interesting than when Savannah made her little announcement.

Rose: Of course ASStrid had to come and stick her nose in where it doesn’t belong!

Astrid makes her way up the ringside stairs and onto the apron before stepping through the ring ropes. Tiffany Prada cautiously backs off into the corner as Astrid approaches Savannah who has started to stir. Astrid grabs hold of Savannah’s hand and pulls her up to her feet before bending her backwards.

Astrid Sedin: THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR TRYING TO SEDUCE MY HUSBAND, YOU WHORE!

Wrapping her arm around Savannah’s neck, she smiles coyly before hitting Savannah with Black Magic (inverted facelock into double knee backbreaker)! The fans pop loudly as everyone is still a bit confused as to what is going on.

Rose: Look at this blatant abuse of power and privilege! This is some bullsh--

Crumb: Astrid is furious!

Scrambling over, Astrid grabs hold of Savannah’s head, a clear look of rage on her face.

Astrid Sedin: If you ever try anything like that again I will end you. STUPID F*CK*NG WHORE!

Adding insult to injury, Astrid slaps Savannah hard across the face before standing up to her feet. With her back towards Savannah, she makes a wiping feet motion as if she was kicking dirt back onto Savannah as she makes eye contact with Tiffany.

Nelson: Uh oh! I am not aware of any animosity between Prada and Sedin but these are two Lady Icons that have made it clear that they work alone!

The two women have a stare down for a few moments before evil smiles begin to creep across both of their lips. “Alone In A Room” begins to play again as Astrid exits the ring and heads to the back with the scene fading to commercial.

~~

Torres: This is a First Round Television Championship Tournament match 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: Many were very surprised when this young man did not advance into the next round of the Heavyweight Championship Tournament! Many had him going deep, maybe even the Championship Round.

Crumb: I really thought he was going to be there!

Rose: Yet he isn’t. Instead he’s here facing his totally unhinged new bae!

“Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays.

Torres: And his opponent weighing in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet...she hails from Melbourne, Australia…she is BRIANNA RISSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Did you guys see Brianna’s tweet before broadcast about she was thinking about “throwing this match”?

Nelson: I did not see that but I think that would be highly frowned upon if it were something she truly did.

Rose: Pfffttt….damn her...

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

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Television Championship Tournament: First Round Match: “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus vs. Brianna Rissi---

Smirking, Brianna mouths something at him that the camera isn't able to pick up. Corey laughs, though his face suggests that he's anything but amused. With amazing quickness, Corey runs across the ring and blasts Brianna in the mouth with consecutive forearm shots. The impact of the blows send Brianna stumbling back, though she wisely throws herself between the ropes and gets the referee to step in between her and her boyfriend.

Nelson: Rissi knows exactly what to do to shift the momentum in a match.

Crumb: She's a smart girl and we need to respect that…

Rose: Pfffttttt!!!!

Corey shakes his head in annoyance before stepping back to give Brianna her space. Brianna steps back into the ring and nods at the referee to let him know that she is ready. She and Corey begin to circle one another. Corey reaches out to grab Brianna. Brianna ducks underneath the grapple attempt and waits for Corey to turn and face her---immediately hitting him in the chest with a series of chops!

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Blow after blow connects with Corey's chest as Brianna knocks him back against the ropes. She tries to shoot Corey across the ring. Corey is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Brianna on the rebound. He gets into position for a back body drop. Brianna responds by sending Corey to the mat with a running facebuster! The fans give Brianna a mixed response. She turns her back on Corey and says a few things that get an even louder mixed response from the fans.

Nelson: Rissi needs to pay less attention to these wonderful fans of ours and concentrate on the task at hand: Corey Lazarus.

Rose: Let’s not forget this chick is still hella green. She’s been able to stay afloat for the past year in the other company because of who she is in relation to who owns that company. Now here in IPW she’s going to really be exposed!

Crumb: Guess it’s safe to say you don’t like Brianna all that much, huh, Rose?

Brianna shakes her head and turns around to face Corey---only to have Corey pop up and catch Brianna in the back of the head with an enziguri! Brianna crashes to the mat but immediately tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Corey sends his Woman Crush Wednesday crashing to the mat with a Russian leg sweep! He hooks the leg and covers.

One...

Two...

Th...Kick out!

Rose: It’s not that I don’t like her. I honestly don’t know her. But I do know her cousin.

Nelson: Well, Rose, Brianna Rissi is no longer an Extremist but a Lady Icon. A new company, a new slate.

Rose: Yeah, we’ll see how that turns out. Just because you paint over the spots on a leopard doesn’t change the fact it’s a leopard.

Corey Lazarus grabs Brianna's right leg and lifts it into the air, slamming it down to the mat. Brianna's eyes go wide in pain as Corey gives her space to pull herself back up to her feet. Brianna leans against the ropes in an effort to recover. Smirking, Corey charges at her, blasting Brianna in the mouth with a forearm smash that sends her stumbling over toward the turnbuckle. He runs forward and leaps into the air, trying to crush Brianna against the turnbuckle with an avalanche! Brianna barely ducks out of the way, causing Corey to hit the turnbuckle instead! He staggers around and tries to recover. Brianna, noticing the opening, leaps into the air and plants Corey on the mat with a tornado DDT! Brianna hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

Crumb: That was soooo close!

Brianna pops back up to her feet and yells out to the crowd, asking them how much they enjoyed the DDT!

Crowd: YOU SUCK!

Brianna waves off the reaction, turning her attention back toward Corey. Hot Take grabs Brianna and tries to roll her up into a pin attempt. Brianna rolls through it! She pops back up to her feet, runs at Corey, and blasts him in the mouth with a knee! She hooks the leg as she covers once again.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICK OUT!

Nelson: There is the fire that people love to see from Brianna Rissi!

Crumb: That's the fire that helped make her one of the most successful Icons in the sport today!

Rose: Todd, did you just say that people love to see Brianna? Are you not hearing this crowd when it comes to her?!

Brianna Rissi angrily glares at Corey Lazarus. She grabs him and tries to set him up for a bow and arrow. Corey quickly grabs hold of the ropes. He pulls himself back up to his feet with their help. Brianna mumbles something under her breath, right before charging at Corey to only get hit with a kick to the jaw!

Brianna barely stays upright. Corey lifts Brianna into the air, letting her hang there for a moment before delivering an orange crush! The fans cheer loudly as Corey hooks the leg.

One…

Two...

Thre...KICK OUT!

Rose: Are these fans actually cheering that misogynistic pig?!

Nelson: I think in this instance they are cheering for that impactful orange crush he preformed.

Rose: I was going to say….

Crumb: Don’t get it twisted, Rose, Corey does have quite a bit of fans! I mean look at him...

Rose: Are you...nevermind...

Corey Lazarus positions himself near Brianna and waits for her to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Brianna is standing, Corey charges at her and tries to catch Brianna by surprise with a spear! Brianna steps out of the way and causes Corey to stop himself near the ropes. Brianna grabs Corey from behind and tries to send him crashing to the mat with a backstabber, only to have Corey block the attempt! Brianna crashes hard to the mat. Corey rolls Brianna up into a jackknife pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Thre...Kick out!

Crumb: This has been back and forth...

Nelson: That is about all you can ask for, is it not?!

Rose: Honestly I think these two aren’t really giving one hundred percent due to the fact of the budding relationship.

Corey pulls himself back up to his feet and grabs Brianna. He sets her up for New Fad Diet (reverse STO).

Crumb: What was that about them not giving their all, Rose? This is a move the not only could end this match but seriously injure Brianna.

Corey smirks, but before he can send Brianna crashing to the mat, Brianna responds by freeing herself from Corey's grasp and spinning him around. She blasts him in the mouth with a forearm smash and then tries to wrestle Corey down to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker! Corey shoves Brianna away from him and charges at her, once again trying to hit her with a spear! This time, Brianna hits Corey with a leaping knee that sends him staggering! She then wrestles Corey down to the mat and tries to lock in a Boston crab! Corey grabs the ropes and uses them to break the hold just before Brianna can really lock it in. Despite this, she keeps the hold applied as the referee counts.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Brianna releases the hold.

The fans give her a mixed response once again. Ignoring them, Brianna pulls herself back up to her feet.

Nelson: Rissi was so close to locking that in properly!

Rose: Close doesn't mean all that much, Patticake!

Corey uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Brianna tries to pull Corey toward the middle of the ring to set him up for a Northern Lights suplex! Before she can send him to the mat, Corey shoves Brianna away. She staggers a few steps before getting hit with a huge clothesline! Corey then grabs Brianna and tries to pull her in for New Fad Diet once again!

While the two Icons fight for positioning, “Same Again” by Slaves blares over the sound system and Minx appears on the entrance stage.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MINX IS MAKING AN APPEARANCE OUT HER?!?!

Rose: Probably, “yeah, what is Minx doing out here?!”

Corey turns his head and notices for just a moment. Brianna takes advantage by running Corey back hard into the turnbuckle! Stumbling out of the corner, Brianna catches him with her Northern Lights suplex!

Rose: That has to be the lamest finishing move in the history of wrestling!

Nelson: Rissi might have Lazarus here though!

Brianna covers.

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THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this First Round IPW Television Tournament match and advancing to the Second Round....Brianna Rissi!!!!

Minx mockingly claps from her vantage point at the entrance stage.

Nelson: One can only think that Lazarus had this match won if he did not get momentarily distracted by the appearance of Minx.

Crumb: What was Minx even doing out here anyway? She already wrestled and won her match in the tournament and will be facing Jackson Felix Coltrane next.

Rose: Meh...

~~

Torres: The following is a Second Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

“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 perches himself on one of the far corners of the ring and waits for his opponent to come out to the ring.

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….he is God’s Gift to Professional Wrestling….JASON DAVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: The very vocal Jason Dave recently put the remainder of the Heavyweight Championship Tournament Icons on notice in not so flattering words!

Rose: Yet Two First Names wants to be cheered and lauded? The guy needs a HUGE reality check and I think he’s going to get one tonight!

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...he is the Dark Warrior….MICHEAL GRAVEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: The battle test veteran looking to move one step closer in obtaining championship gold after years without holding it!

Crumb: A lot of people are counting Micheal out because he’s one of the oldest Icons on the roster.
Rose: It’s that age that will see him go far in IPW. Trust me...

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Second Round Match: “God’s Gift to Professional Wrestling” Jason Dave vs. “The Dark Warrior” Michael Graves---

The two Icons immediately lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Dave goes to pull Graves in for a Muay Thai clinch, looking to land a knee. Graves slithers out of the grip and ducks away as the knee misses his head by mere millimeters. Dave goes for a kick with his other leg but Graves blocks it and spins away. Dave goes for a spinning heel kick. Graves ducks out of the way and Dave follows with a spinning backfist. Graves tries but cannot escape the impact. He falls to one knee and Dave goes for a rolling cradle.

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Two...

Thre...Kick out!

Both men get to their feet. Graves catches Dave for a Frankensteiner and holds for the cover.

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Two...

Dave REVERSES THE COVER!!!

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Thre...Kick out!

Nelson: This match has started out fast and furious!

Crumb: It’s just like I expected it would!

Rose: Micheal has a plethora of wrestling knowledge he can dig from. I don’t think Two First Names is going to be able to compete against this true wrestling veteran!

Both men get to their feet. Dave goes for a spinning heel kick. Graves avoids it. Dave jumps into a second attempt. Graves moves even as Dave continues to spin into more kicks. In order to avoid the onslaught of kicks, Graves slides out to the floor. Dave stops and the crowd cheers him on wildly.

Nelson: What a display from the man referred to as God’s Gift to Professional Wrestling!

Rose: And what did it get him?

Crumb: Recognition from the crowd!

Rose: Call me when that’ll pay the bills, Crumbbum!

Dave jumps out the ring to hit with a plancha. Graves dives back in to avoid it. Dave manages to land on his feet, turns, and attempts to dive back in after him. Graves hits a baseball slide that sends Dave flying into the barricade. Graves gets to his feet and practically struts as the crowd boos at his arrogance. Dave staggers up and dives into the ring. Graves catches him coming in for an inside cradle.

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REVERSAL!!!

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REVERSAL!!!

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REVERSAL!!!

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REVERSAL!!!

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REVERSAL!!!

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Thre...Graves KICKS OUT!!!

Both Icons get to their feet with the crowd still cheering on in awe at the display.

Nelson: These two Icons are so evenly matched!

Crumb: Did you see all those reversals?!

Rose: We’re sitting right next to you, Todd...calling the exact same match...

Dave goes for another kick and Graves spins into a backslide.

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Two...

THREE!!!

Nelson: OHMIGOSH! I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!

Rose: That actually worked?!

Crumb: Micheal got Jason with a simply backslide!

Rose: Amazing! Talk about old school!

Torres: Here is your winner of this Second Round IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament match and advancing to the Third Round….the “Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves!!!

Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, I can safely say that this can be classified as the very first upset in Iconic Professional Wrestling history. Although Graves is a battle tested veteran with decades upon decades of experience, odd makers had Jason Dave making it to the Championship Round and even winning the entire tournament!

Rose: Hahaa...not anymore!

~~

Torres: The following Second Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

"The Suffering" by Alla Xul Elu hits the airwaves. When the lights fade, the stage fills with smoke as Malo makes his way out. Malo pauses as the strobe lights begin flashes throughout the venue. Malo then begins walking slowly down the aisle. As he reaches ringside, he glances around the stands before taking one step up onto the apron then over the top rope. Malo pauses in the middle of the ring as the music fades and lights turn back to normal.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Reykjavik, Iceland….weighing in at three hundred and fifty-five pounds...standing at a height of seven feet two inches...making his in-ring Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….he is MALLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Holy crap this dude is HUGE!

Nelson: Last week we saw Malo decimate Alexis Terry at the end of her match. It was due to that attack that Malo has replaced Terry, who has been replaced on the injured roster.

Crumb: Get well soon, Alexis!

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.

Nelson: This may not be fun for Sedin?

Crumb: Malo looks ready for this.

Rose: Finally we get to see the end of ASStrid!

The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Second Round Match: Debut Match: Malo vs. “Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin---

Almost immediately, Astrid runs across the ring and begins to hit Malo with a series of leaping forearm strikes. Blow after blow connects with the newcomer, though Malo barely flinches. Astrid shakes her head and mumbles under her breath. She bounces off of the ropes and tries to pick up a bit of momentum to send Malo crashing to the mat. Unfortunately, Malo steps forward and nearly boots Astrid's head off of her shoulders!

Astrid tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Malo grabs Astrid and lifts her up, hitting her with a throat thrust that sends her into the ropes. Astrid bounces off before Malo casually launches her into the air. Astrid's face bounces off of the mat. She rolls over to the ropes and tries to pull herself back up to her feet.

Crumb: That...has got to hurt...

Rose: A bit of an understatement, don't you think?

Astrid reaches her feet and moves herself over toward the turnbuckle, trying to think of a strategy to use against Malo. Almost immediately, Malo charges across the ring and tries to crush her against the turnbuckle! Astrid just barely ducks out of the way as Malo's shoulder crashes into the turnbuckle. He pulls himself away, clearly in pain from the impact. Astrid spins Malo around and immediately plants him on the mat with a DDT! Astrid rolls Malo over and goes for the cover.

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T...Malo throws Astrid off of him!

Rose: He’s throwing her little ass around like a rag doll! Hahaa!

Astrid immediately recovers and starts to pound away on Malo with a series of strikes to try and keep him from reaching his feet. Despite her best efforts, Malo stands. He shoves Astrid away from him and glares angrily at her. Astrid rushes at Malo, who attempts a clothesline! Astrid ducks underneath the attempt and then waits a moment. When Malo turns around, Astrid leaps into the air and hits Malo with an enziguri! Malo stumbles from the impact of the kick. Astrid hesitates for a moment, calculating her next move. She then bounces off of the ropes and prepares to strike again---only to have Malo lift her into the air and deliver a spinning side slam! Malo covers.

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Thre...Kick out!

Nelson: It looked like Sedin had a plan, but...

Rose: Like Iron Mike Tyson once said, “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth."

Malo wraps a hand around Astrid's throat and effortlessly lifts her off of the mat. He hoists the Iconic Queen into the air and slams her down to the mat with a pinning chokeslam.

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Thre...Kick out!

Nelson: Astrid Sedin is showing some impressive fight right now!

Crumb: Especially with her well known documented injured back!

Rose: ASStrid wants her tits back now, fellas! Geez...

Malo grabs Astrid and once again drags her up to her feet. He pounds away on Astrid with a series of strikes before hoisting Astrid onto his shoulders! He takes a few steps to try and set up for a running powerslam! Astrid frees herself from Malo's grasp and lands on the mat behind him. When Malo turns around, Astrid charges and connects with a sling blade! She then waits for Malo to pull himself back up to his knee. Astrid hits Malo in the jaw with a superkick! Malo drops to the mat and Astrid goes for the cover.

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Th...Malo throws Astrid off again!

Nelson: What can you do to keep this man down?!

Crumb: I hate to say it but I don’t think Astrid is going to be able to beat Malo. The odds are just against her.

Rose: I don’t hate to say it! Hahaa!

Malo effortlessly pulls himself back up to his feet. Astrid lines herself up with the debuting big man looking to hit a big move. Malo charges and cuts Astrid off with a huge clothesline that flips her head over heels!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Laughing, Malo grabs hold of Astrid and tries to set her up for a high lift powerbomb!

Rose: I hope this breaks ASStrid’s back!

Crumb: That’s not a very nice thing to say, Rose.

Rose: Maybe not but I mean it though!

Astrid reaches at Malo's face and claws at his eyes. Malo drops her to the mat and stumbles around, momentarily blinded. Astrid smirks and notices the opening. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and hits Malo with her Flippin’ Out (diving somersault seated senton)!

Rose: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

Astrid covers.

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THREE!!!

Torres The winner of this Second Round IPW Heavyweight Championship match and advancing to the Third Round…..Astrid Sedin!!!

Astrid quickly exits the ring and celebrates with Daveena. Malo drags himself back up to one knee. He angrily pounds on the mat in frustration. He yells at the referee before hoisting the referee up and planting him on the mat with his high lift powerbomb!

Crumb: Malo isn't happy about this!

Nelson: It does not matter to Sedin, who found a way to win once again in this tournament!

Rose: What the fu---

~~

Torres: The following is a Second Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

The opening riff to "Ruina Imperii" by Sabaton echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before an almost demonic looking Sah'ta Thor. He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. After a moment of standing at the top of the ramp He starts towards the ring with a purposeful stride. Getting to the ring he looks at his foe for the night with a look that promises impending pain. After a moment he pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents much like a caged animal as he waits for the starting bell.

Torres: Coming to the ring 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: Thor is another Icon that many are overlooking due to his advanced age.

Crumb: He’s the oldest Icon on the active roster, isn't he?

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 next from Seattle, Washington...weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at six feet one inches...he is...JOHNNY FRANKLIN KOBAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: If Johnny doesn’t win this he might not need to hang around with my Baby Daddy!

Nelson: There are some high expectations for Kobain here in Iconic Professional Wrestling!

Both men step toward the center of the ring and shake hands with one another, much to the delight of the fans. Thor and Johnny Franklin Kobain both step back toward their respective corners of the ring and wait for the match to begin. The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Second Round Match: “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor vs. Johnny Franklin Kobain---

Thor and Johnny Franklin Kobain immediately run toward the middle of the ring and begin to hit each other with a series of hard strikes. Blow after blow connects as the two Icons battle back and forth across the ring. Thor takes control of the situation and shoots Johnny Franklin Kobain across the ring. He waits for JFK to come back on the rebound before lifting him into the air and slamming him down to the mat with a powerslam! The fans cheer loudly as JFK tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Blow after blow connects as Thor continues to try and wear JFK down. He tries to shoot him across the ring once again---only to have JFK come back with a clubbing blow!

Nelson: I know he is not necessarily known for it but Johnny Franklin Kobain hits people pretty damn hard!

Crumb: That he does…

Rose: Really?!

Thor staggers but just barely remains on his feet. JFK hits Thor in the mouth with an elbow shot that sends him stumbling. JFK then grabs Thor and pulls the EHWF Transplant in, lifting him into the air, and slamming him down to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! The fans give a loud cheer as Sah'ta Thor starts to pull himself back up to his feet. Johnny Franklin Kobain runs at Thor, who tries to cut JFK off with a clothesline! JFK springboards off of the ropes and leaps at Thor to try and hit him with an uppercut. Thor steps forward and catches JFK in the air---slamming him down to the mat with a fallaway slam! JFK pulls himself over to the ropes and uses them to drag himself back up to his feet.

Nelson: The power of Thor is always impressive to see!

Crumb It's true!

Rose: Really?!

Once JFK is standing, Thor charges and tries to send him crashing to the floor with a clothesline! JFK steps forward and kicks Thor in the jaw. Thor stumbles back from the impact. JFK charges and drives his knee hard into Thor's ribs. He follows it up with a second, before grabbing Thor and trying to get him into position for an Orton-esque backbreaker! Thor spins out of JFK's grasp and waits. JFK bounces off of the ropes and tries to build up some momentum, only to have Thor cut him off and slam him to the mat with a spinebuster! Thor hooks the leg for the cover.

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Thr..Kick out!

Thor grabs JFK and drags him back up to his feet, hitting him with a series of strikes in the process. Once JFK is up, Thor hoists him into the air and tries to slam JFK down to the mat with a vertical suplex. JFK hits Thor with a knee strike to get Thor to place him down on the mat. JFK then hits Thor in the knee with a hard kick. JFK smirks and hits Thor in the jaw with a superkick to send him crashing to the mat. JFK quickly covers.

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Thre...Kick out!

Nelson: That looked like it hurt!

Crumb: It sure did!

Rose: Really?!

Johnny Franklin Kobain grabs Thor's right arm and tries to wear him down. Thor pulls himself back up to his feet. Before JFK can fully lock in any sort of submission hold, Thor uses his strength to ram Johnny Franklin Kobain into the turnbuckle! JFK releases the hold as Thor blasts him in the mouth with an elbow smash! Thor then powers Johnny Franklin Kobain up to the top rope. He punches JFK in the face and climbs up to meet him. Thor wrestles JFK into position and slams JFK down to the mat with an avalanche butterfly suplex! Thor hooks the leg.

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Thre...Kick out!

Nelson: Thor is digging into his arsenal of wrestling moves and Kobain is doing what he can to fight!

Crumb: You'd have to think a match between these two to advance to the next round in the IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament would be an absolute classic!

Rose: You would think but it doesn’t seem quite like it now does it?

The Raging Storm stands back and waits for Johnny Franklin Kobain to drag himself back up to his feet. He smirks and loosens up his arm. Once JFK is standing, Thor charges only to have JFK catch him by surprise with a Pele kick! Thor stumbles around. JFK grabs him and snaps off an Evenflow DDT! He hooks the leg for the cover.

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THRE...KICK OUT!

JFK looks at the referee in disbelief!

Crumb: WHAT CAN JOHNNY FRANKLIN KOBAIN BE THINKING AS SAH’TA THOR KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND?!?!

Thor slowly drags himself back up to his feet. Johnny Franklin Kobain lines himself up with the veteran. He waits for Thor to reach his feet before charging forward and trying to hit Thor with a Hadoken knee! Thor sidesteps the move. JFK lands and turns right into a spinning backfist! Thor picks up the barely conscious JFK and drops him back on his head with Parasite Eve (spinning tombstone piledriver)! Thor covers.

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THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this Second Round IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament match and advancing to the Third Round...Sah'ta Thor!!!

Nelson: Talk about an exciting match between these two!

Crumb: Even though he lost, Johnny showed he can hang with the best!

Rose: Really?!

Sah'ta Thor stands in the ring and catches his breath. Johnny Franklin Kobain groggily drags himself back up to his feet. Thor steps toward him and extends his hand. JFK pauses at first but firmly grasps Thor’s hand and shakes it. The fans cheer for both men as they continue to discuss their match with each other.

~~

Torres: The following is a Second Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY 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: The somewhat hometown Lady Icon getting much the cheers from the California crowd!

Crumb: They do love her here!

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 next 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: I’m still confused on why Jessie is employed here?

Crumb: What’s the confusion?! It’s like we told you last Chaos, Rose. Jessie is a very talented young woman that has held several championships throughout her career. If anyone belongs in Iconic Professional Wrestling, it is Jessie Roberts.

Nelson: What Crumb said!

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Second Round Match: Stasi Herveaux vs. “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

Jessie and Stasi eye each other from across the ring. They step forward simultaneously, both going for a tie up. Jessie quickly overpowers the rookie and spins her around into a reverse waistlock. Jessie lifts her into the air and slams her down onto the mat, keeping her grip around Stasi’s waist. Stasi wiggles a little bit before managing to slip out of Jessie’s grasp. Both Lady Icons get to their feet. Jessie snags Stasi by the head in a headlock and flips her over onto the mat. Stasi’s shoulders are down and the referee begins to count.

One...Stasi lifts her shoulder up.

Nelson: Herveaux has quietly slipped into this Second Round, Rose and Crumb.
Crumb: She has indeed. While everyone has been verbally going at it with one another, Stasi has stayed the course and successfully remained undefeated since the start of IPW!

Rose: I admit she can wrestle. She’s got the talent. But she needs a goddamn tan!

Stasi lifts her legs up, wrapping them around Jessie’s neck, pulling her down to the mat and breaking her grip on her head. Jessie wrenches Stasi’s legs from around her neck and scurries to her feet. Stasi returns to hers as Jessie charges. Stasi stops Jessie’s momentum by flipping her onto the mat with an arm drag and keeping it locked in an elevated arm bar. Jessie cringes in pain, but after a few seconds, manages to get to her feet. Jessie performs a side flip to escape the hold and then manages to lock an arm wrench on Stasi! It is Stasi’s turn to flip out of it as she breaks the hold. Both Lady Icons immediately take two steps back!

Nelson: Jessie Roberts and Stasi Herveaux are showing off their tremendous abilities early on in this match.

Crumb: Very evenly contested...surprisingly.

Rose: Surprisingly for whom?!

Crumb: Just watch the match, Rose!

Jessie and Stasi circle around each other. Stasi quickly moves forward and grabs Jessie’s arm, spinning behind her and cinching her in an hammerlock. Jessie takes a second and then spins behind Stasi, putting her in a hammerlock! Stasi reverses again, this time pulling Jessie in a headlock. Jessie lifts Stasi up in an attempt to throw her off, but Stasi hangs on, landing on her feet and flipping Jessie over onto the mat, her headlock still locked in. This time, Jessie’s shoulders are on the mat as the referee begins to count.

One..Jessie lifts her shoulder up immediately and fights up to his feet, Stasi retaining her grip.

Jessie sweeps Stasi off her feet, releasing herself, and diving on top of her, but Stasi rolls away before she can do anything. Stasi runs at Jessie and immediately Jessie looks to execute a hip toss, but Stasi lands on her feet! Stasi runs, pivots, and flips Jessie over with a monkey flip. Jessie lands on her feet as well! They both turn around. Stasi quickly goes for a roundhouse kick, but Jessie ducks underneath. Stasi turns around and Jessie attempts to hit her with Lose Some Teeth (superkick), but Stasi sidesteps! Jessie quickly turns preparing for a counter attack but none comes. The two stare each other down, Stasi nodding and Jessie clapping excitedly.

Nelson: Back and forth these two go, neither able to take advantage quite yet!

Rose: We get it, you think they’re both great, the crowd thinks they’re both great, everyone is great!

Stasi and Jessie circle around each other again before going in for a tie up. This time Jessie chops Stasi across the chest and then hits her with a right hand!

Crowd: WOOO!

Stasi responds back with a kick to the legs and then a kick to the midsection. She runs against the ropes and bounces off right into a back body drop by Jessie! The Hawkeye Warrior waits for Stasi to get up and then whips her into the turnbuckle. Stasi runs at it and Jessie runs in behind. Stasi leaps up causing Jessie to dash underneath her. Jessie hits the brakes before she hits the turnbuckle and turns right around into a drop toe hold. Jessie scrambles up to her feet looking for a clothesline. Stasi ducks underneath, grabs Jessie’s arm, and plants her to the mat with a hip toss. Stasi goes for a cover.

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T...Quick kick out by Jessie!

Jessie gets back up to her feet and backs up into the turnbuckle corner. Stasi runs at her and Jessie blasts her in the face with an elbow! Stasi staggers back but runs at Jessie again, who blasts her again with a second elbow! Stasi drops to a knee, while Jessie climbs to the second rope. She leaps off and Stasi catches him in mid-air with a huge dropkick to the face! Jessie goes crumbling to the mat.

Crumb: I think Jessie might be out of it! She’s not moving!

Nelson: I believe you may be right, Crumb.

The referee checks on the downed Jessie as Stasi has made it back to her feet and looks on stunned.

Rose: What in the world is Stasi waiting on?! Pin her!

As if hearing Rose, Stasi snaps out of her confusion, pushes the referee to the side, and covers Jessie. The referee has no choice but to count the pinfall.

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Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this Second Round IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament match and advancing to the Third Round….Stasi Herveaux!!!!

Nelson: What are crazy sequence of events but in the end Herveaux emerges victorious and moving one step closer to the Iconic Heavyweight Championship!

EMTs rush down to the ring to attend to Jessie as the show fades to a commercial.

“The Journey to Crown an Icon”

Coming 30 September 2018

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Torres: The following is the CHAOS MAIN EVENT and is a Second Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

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: Coming to the ring from Charlotte, North Carolina….weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds….standing at a height of six feet tall...he is The Artist….AARON KOSTOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Here comes the first ever IPW Heavyweight Champion!

Rose: Way to be biased, Crumbbum!

Nelson: While he, or no other Icon, has yet to be crowned, Koston is still in the hunt!

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.)

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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: Coming to the ring next from Manchester, England...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is The Nightmare….OLIVER BLACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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!

Nelson: Oliver Black had a very eventful past week when he was interviewed by one of his idols.

Crumb: I wonder if Oliver made the list?

Rose: You’re an idiot...

The referee looks at both Black and Koston and asks them if they are ready for the match to begin. Both nod. The referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Second Round Match: “The Artist” Aaron Koston vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Two Icons move in to face each other in the middle of the ring. They go for the traditional collar and elbow tie-up only for Black to duck under and go into a rolling cradle.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Smart strategy by Black going for the quick pinfall! After that instant classic match against Brianna Rissi, Black will surely not want to exert that much energy again.

Crumb: I definitely agree. I can’t imagine that Oliver has that much gas left in the tank to do that again.

Rose: As much as I want to root for Ollie, my conscious just won’t allow it.

Crumb: So you’re cheering for Aaron too?

Rose: Hells to the naw!

Both Icons start back up to their feet and Koston gets in a push kick. Black jumps into an enziguri attempt. Koston ducks and Black lands on his face on the mat. Koston takes a waistlock and tries to deadlift Black up into a German suplex. Halfway up, Black reverses the suplex into a victory roll.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!!!

Black falls into the ropes and Koston gets to his feet. Black pulls himself to his feet and Koston drills him with a shoulder tackle that sends the Nightmare over the top to the apron. Black pulls himself back up on the apron. Koston goes to shoulder him through the middle ropes. Black backs up and kicks Koston in the face! Koston starts to fall back. Black grabs the ropes to springboard in. Koston manages to jump up into an enziguri. Black turns from the impact and slumps to the apron, bouncing, and then landing in a heap on the floor. As Koston starts to move away from the edge of the ring, the referee starts to count Black out.

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Two…

Crumb: Aaron is really going to feel the pain from that kick in the face in the morning!

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Four...

Koston starts up to his feet, Black moving slightly on the floor.

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Koston staggers to the ropes and shoves the referee out of the way.
Rose: Oh...an aggressive move by Aaron! I didn’t think he had it in him!

Nelson: Koston does not need to make that a habit. Putting a hand on an Iconic Professional Wrestling official can get him disqualified!

Black gets to his feet, grabs Koston by the ankles, and drags him out ot the floor. Koston lands on his feet and Black gives him a bicycle kick that knocks him down to the floor. The referee demands they get back in the ring before starting to count them both out.

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Four...

Nelson: They are playing a dangerous game tonight!

Rose: Ollie always said he likes to live dangerously...

Crumb: And Koston?

Rose: If Ollie’s gonna be on the edge, Aaron has to go there to kill him!

Black rolls into the ring, stands up, and breaks the count. Koston staggers to his feet on the floor. Black slingshots himself over the top out onto Koston, smashing him to the floor! Black hops up and quickly rolls into the ring to keep the referee from counting again.

Koston starts to sit up. Black climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Smirking, he jumps off for a moonsault. Koston rolls under the ring and Black lands hard on the thinly matted floor! The crowd explodes at the impact.

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!!! HOLY SH*T!!! HOLY SH*T!!!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK COULD BE DEAD?!?!

Rose: Probably, “we can only hope!”

Nelson: Although Black hit the outside extremely hard, he is a trained professional. He may be hurt but not dead!

Rose: That was a smart move by Aaron to roll under the ring, though.

Koston rolls back out and kicks Black in the seated position. Black falls over and Koston grabs the ring skirt to help pull himself up to his feet. He rolls into the ring to stop the referee’s count again. Black starts to get up. Koston jumps up into a springboard leg drop, drilling Black perfectly. The referee moves in even as Koston gets to his feet to accept the crowd’s adulation.

Nelson: That was a beautifully executed springboard legdrop by Koston!

One...

Crumb: He’s not called the Artist for nothing!

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Koston dives into the ring and the referee admonishes him for breaking the count again.

Rose: The best case scenario here would be for a giant comet to crash through the rook of the Barker Hanger, strike the ring, and take out only Aaron and Ollie!

Crumb: Hehee…

Nelson: Do not encourage her, Crumb.

Black staggers to his feet, grabs Koston by the ankles, and drags him out to the floor again. The referee starts to call for both of them to get back in. Black goes to jump in but Koston stops him. Black punches Koston and Koston fires back. They trade punches: Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston. The referee throws up his hands and begins to count them both out.

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Two…

Three…

Four...

Nelson: They continue to play this most dangerous game with the referee!

Rose: You really think Ollie gives a damn about the referee?

Nelson: I do not want to know what Black gives a damn about!

Rose: Yeah, me neither!

Black shoves Koston and dives in to break the count but Koston stops him from going all the way in.

Five...

Koston pulls Black out and then goes to dive in himself. Black stops him from going all the way in the same way Koston had stopped him.

Six...

Black goes to dive in and Koston stops him. The referee pleads with them to return to the ring as Black snaps off a front kick.

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Koston fires back and the two start exchanging kicks. First Black gets one in, then Koston returns fire.

Eight...

Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston. With every shot, both men seem to have a little less snap left to throw at the other.

Nine...

Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston.

The referee shakes his head and starts counting again.

One…

Rose: Hold up! That should be a double count out! This is some bull!

Two…

Nelson: I do believe that the referee wants to insure that we have a winner that advances to the next round of the Heavyweight Championship Tournament, Rose! If both Icons are counted out, what happens then?

Three…

Rose: Who cares! Neither one of them deserve to be here anyway!

Four...

Black fires off another kick and Koston returns fire.

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Six…

Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston.

Seven...

Black blocks a kick and spins as if going for a clothesline. Koston ducks and Black dives into the ring to break up the count.

Crumb: Finally!

Koston drags him right back out and Black mule kicks him for his troubles. Koston staggers a couple of steps and kicks back. The crowd cheers them on as they exchange stiff, nasty kicks yet again: Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston, Black, Koston.

Crumb: This is getting nuts!

The referee, watching on, just shrugs and starts counting yet again.

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Black gives Koston a spin kick and then tries to run for the ring. Koston gives him a modified enziguri that puts Black on the floor.

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Black grabs Koston’s ankle but Koston kicks him away.

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TEN...Koston dives in, Black coming up after him. The referee calls for the bell.

Nelson: What is the official call?

Crumb: I think he’s gonna say Oliver didn’t make it!

Rose: Is he really?

Crumb: I…

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, neither Aaron Koston or Oliver Black successfully entered before the referee’s count of ten. Therefore, both Icons are disqualified as a result of a double count-out…

Nelson and Rose: WHAT?!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTON AND OLIVER BLACK ARE DISQUALIFIED DUE TO A DOUBLE COUNTOUT?!?!

Crowd: THIS IS B*LLSH*T! THIS B*LLSH*T!

Black blasts Koston in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Koston stumbles but turns around just as Black leaps on top of him. Koston fights back as the referee signals for the bell and more help. The two men continue to hammer away on each other even as security personnel come in and drag them away from each other.

Nelson: These two seem to want a piece of each other still!

Rose: So does the crowd!

Crumb: But what does this mean for the next round of the tournament?!

Suddenly “Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy blares throughout the Barker Hangar as a very dapper suited Joshua Samson walks out to the top of the ramp. There is an uproar of jeers throughout the crowd. Samson raises an eyebrow and chuckles upon hearing the disdain from the audience.

Crumb: It's still so weird to have Joshua as the boss!

Nelson: A lot has definitely changed over the years, Crumb, but our buddy Joshua Samson is running the show!

Rose: I hope he can make some sense of all this.

Samson: Alright, alright, you plebs, quiet down! I hope everyone enjoyed tonight’s Chaos? Everyone thing was going great until the final fews seconds, huh?

Crowd: THIS IS B*LLSH*T! THIS IS B*LLSH*T!

Samson: And I very much agree. Since we are almost out of television time, there is nothing I can do about it tonight. But that doesn’t stop me from ordering that this match be re-booked at the next Chaos broadcast!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Koston and Black, who are still being restrained by security, yell at each other. Smiling, Samson looks around before turning to leave.

Nelson: An executive decision made by Joshua Samson, Esquire!

Crumb: An excellent executive decision made at that! There has to be a winner!

Rose: Goddamn it! You mean we’re going to have to seat through this all over again?!

Nelson: Well I am Patrick Nelson, and on behalf of Rose Marie and Todd Crumb, I would like to thank you for joining us here on Iconic Professional Wrestling’s Chaos! We’ll see you next time!

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