Chaos - 30 September 2018

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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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 “Thor, What Are You Mad For? You Are Old!”, “#HawkeyeWarrior”, and “Lady Icon > Iconic Diva!!”

Nelson: We are live from the Barker Hangar 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: Tonight we are going to see the third and second rounds of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament and Television Championship Tournament respectively. So there is going to be no shortage of action I can guarantee you that.

Crumb: But in the opening contest of the show, we are going to be seeing four new talents debut of not one… not two… but FOUR new talents to IPW! Doesn’t that sound exciting, Rose?

Rose: While that may sound interesting to you, what I want to see is how the people in the tournaments perform. There’s a lot of tension in both brackets even more now so that we’re coming to the end. The next show will crown the champions.

Nelson: With a show dominated by singles matches, that one and the Triple Threat between Patrick Fisher, Johnny Franklin Kobain and “The Minister of Evil” Red Dragon… well they are basically like a breath of fresh air.

Crumb: A lot of these Icons are putting in work… even despite their respective losses in tournament matches. There were quite a number of shocking outcomes on the last Chaos.

Rose: Honestly, I think I might have to agree with Crumbbum and you know that it pains me to say that. But the interesting match in my eyes has to be the only non-tournament singles match where “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts will go up against “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus.

Nelson: And why is that?

Rose: Because Corey didn’t seem too happy after losing to his lady Brianna Rissi last week due to a distraction from Minx.

Crumb: Good point… but then again I think that these all will be interesting.

Nelson: Well speaking of the tournaments, Minx is going to be facing off against Jackson Felix Coltrane and word on the street is that the pink-haired Minx will be debuting a new look. Could she be debuting a new attitude as well?

Crumb: Awe… I kind of liked the pink hair! It is a nice change from some of the other Lady Icons… a nice little pop of color.

Rose: Both JFC and Minx are looking to move on to the finals of the Television Championship Tournament. I don’t know which tourney is more… well they both have me on the edge of my seat at this point.

Nelson: I think that the match people are most looking forward to is Tiffany Prada against Brianna Rissi. Last time we saw Tiffany Prada knock Savannah clean out with a pair of brass knuckles after Savannah basically made it a No Disqualification match.

Crumb: I don’t understand how she had the power to do that.

Rose: She didn’t, she probably slid someone a twenty dollar bill in the back. But she’s going to be out for a while with her jaw wired shut. I just don’t understand why ASStrid had to come out and stick her nose in where it doesn’t belong? Maybe Brianna will do the same to her that Tiffany did to Savannah should she try the same thing again tonight.

Nelson: I do not foresee that happening because she has her own match to worry about against Micheal Graves. We all know how much she wants that championship and she has been very vocal about it. And now that it is within reach, will she be able to finally grasp that brass ring?

Crumb: I also know that she’s not been happy with the rumors swirling around the locker room about why her husband made this company and that she’s only gotten this far because of him.

Rose: I can’t help but to agree with those rumors. But that is a different story for a different day.

Nelson: We all know of your hatred of Astrid Sedin, so that is nothing new. But she is going to have one heck of a challenge ahead of her should Sah’ta Thor or Stasi Herveaux make it onto the Triple Threat Final.

Crumb: Stasi has been pretty impressive since coming to IPW and she’s going to have the hometown crowd on her side being from Pasadena and all.

Rose: Frankly, I think she’s going to have a tough match as well because Sah’ta Thor is one tough ol’ guy. He did beat Johnny Franklin Kobain in a pretty action packed match. He narrowly won that but still… he won nonetheless.

Nelson: The match that I think most people are anxious to see is the rematch between Aaron Kostan and Oliver Black. After the double countout, Joshua Samson, Esquire had no option but to reschedule the match for tonight.

Rose: I would like to see either of them rip ASStrid off her pedestal and bring her back down to Earth.

Crumb: Woosa Rose… woosa.

Nelson: Not that we have that out of the way, we can get right into the great Iconic Professional Wrestling action!

The newest Lady Icon, Willow Rainn, was backstage as she was just quietly sitting there watching the TV and the live show when knowing match after match things could change soon. The Xstatic match was going to happen her eyes remained focused as she watched chanting something in a low taunt as she got up from the tv.

Willow: Soon time...

Those was the last words as she walked away.

~~

Torres: The following is a FATAL FOURWAY DEBUT MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN minute time limit!

“Love Bites” by Halestorm blares as Adelaide Voorhies walks from the backstage area.

Torres: Coming to the ring first from Adelaide, Australia…. weighing in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds….standing at five feet one inches...making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut…. she is Adelaide’s Psychotic Killer...ADELAIDE VOORHIEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This young woman has the look of a person that is intent on doing some serious harm to anyone she faces in the wrestling ring!

Crumb: She is quite scary looking!

Rose: Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, guys.

The lights go out as ”I'm Not Jesus” starts blaring through the speakers. Xstatic slowly walks out onto the stage wearing a hood over his head. His hands are taped as he places two fingers under his chin and two to his temple as he stands on the ramp. Once he uses his thumbs as "trigger" pulls the hood comes off and he heads down the ramp at a steady pace ready to fight before rolling into the ring and getting up. He leans on the top rope smiling as he places two fingers under his chin.

Torres: Coming to the ring next from The Darkness...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….he is Xstatic...MATTHEW JOHNSOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Who is doing the hiring around here?! I heard that Matthew actually talks to a baby doll.

Nelson: That is quite true, Crumb. Johnson does indeed converse with this doll.

Rose: And here I thought I left all the nutty crap back in my old company I was employed with...

”M.A.A.D. City" by Kendrick Lamar blares to introduce Chris Shields.

Torres: Coming to the ring next from Compton, California….he weighs in at two hundred and five pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches...making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he is Bang Bang….CHRIS SHIELDDDDDDDDDSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This young man is making his way back into the sport after having to sit out due to a lengthy injury. There are very high expectations from Shields by Iconic Professional Wrestling management.

Rose: High expectations, huh? I wonder who he knows in the front office?

Crumb: Or maybe he’s that good?

Rose: Yeah, right.

The lights dim down as the loudspeakers are filled with static for a few seconds before going to total silence. The fans look on in anticipation a mysterious voice resonates.

Voice: “Can’t stop him...” “Won’t stop him...” “Try to stop him....”

Announcer: “Ladies and gentlemen, Dangerous by Design is proud to present: The Originator of Excellence! The Outrageous and Dangerous One! ALLEXANDERRR RIZZZZZO!”

“I'm gonna hit you, right where it hurts I'm gonna give you, everything that you deserve If you need attention, something to say Let's hear your confession, I am just too hard to break”

The arena goes pitch black as red and gold spotlights hit the entrance way as Alexander Rizzo, steps out into the dual lights. Rizzo looks around as the fans respond with a mixed reaction. He looks at the crowed and smirks. “Bring it” by Trapt continues to play over the PA system as the lights slowly come back on.

“Are you ready for this? Cause I've been waiting my whole life…"

"Are you ready for this? I am gonna get mine… "

"Are you ready for this? I'm taking the hardline…"

"Are you ready for this? You're never gonna get out alive!”

Alexander Rizzo makes his way down to the ring. Once he reaches the ring, he slowly ascends the steel steps, Rizzo signals for the announcer to hold the top rope up as he enters the ring. The fans’ mixture of cheers and boos continue as Rizzo pose’s to the crowd and embrace the flash photography. He moves to his corner and waits for the match to commence.

Torres: In the ring now hailing from New York, New York...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds...standing at a height of six feet three inches...also making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he is ALEXANDER RIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Damn, that’s a long intro package for a debut! He better stick around and make a huge impact!

Nelson: Always so cynical, Rose. You know you are starting to become the female version of Joshua Samson when he was a commentator?

Crumb: She sure is!

Rose: Could be worse versions of someone...

While the fans eagerly anticipate the beginning of the match, Voorhies stands near the ropes and peers at the other Icons. Chris Shields steps toward the center of the ring and stretches out his arms to welcome the praise of the fans. Matthew Johnson stands in his corner of the ring and taps his foot impatiently.

Nelson: This four Icons are revving to get this action started tonight!

Finally having had enough, Matthew Johnson shakes his head in annoyance and runs out of his corner of the ring, nailing Chris Shields with a big clothesline! The Compton native crashes hard to the mat as the referee signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---Triple Threat Match: Debut Match: Adelaide Voorhees vs. Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson vs. “Bang Bang” Chris Shields vs. Alexander Rizzo----

Xstatic seems almost amused as he drags Chris Shields back up. He hits Shields in the mouth with a back elbow smash and then a second---both of the blows sending Shields stumbling back. Even though he tries to stay upright, Shields eventually reaches the ropes---giving Xstatic enough of an opening to charge at him and send Shields out to the floor with another clothesline!

Rose: Seems like Mister High Expectations isn’t living up to expectations!

Crumb: It’s still early in the match, Rose.Anything can happen before the bell rings to end the match.

Nelson: Very point, Crumb.

Shaking his head, Matthew Johnson glares down at Chris Shields. He turns around and tries to refocus his attention on the match, only to be taken to the mat by a running body block from Adelaide Voorhies! Matthew Johnson tries to drag himself back up to his feet, but Voorhies begins to pound away on Xstatic's back. This continues until Alexander Rizzo finally decides that he is going to join the fray. He grabs Adelaide Voorhies and spins her around, nailing Voorhies with a perfectly timed European uppercut! Voorhies stumbles. Rizzo grabs hold of her and delivers a second. Rizzo then grabs Voorhies and tries to drag her toward the middle of the ring, only to have Voorhies hit him on the nose with a headbutt.

Nelson: Voorhies used a headbutt!

Crumb: A super effective headbutt!

Rose: Surprisingly that didn’t bust Andrew’s nose wind open!

Rizzo struggles to regain his footing, stumbling back to the ropes where Xstatic is. Voorhies looks at the two of them and her eyes go wide in excitement. Voorhies bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed before charging at the two new Icons. Unfortunately for Voorhies, Xstatic and Rizzo both look at each other and nod. They step forward and lift Voorhies into the air, launching her over the ropes. Voorhies flies through the air and lands hard on Chris Shields! Alexander Rizzo and Matthew Johnson both turn toward one another and smirk.

Without even a moment's hesitation, Xstatic and Rizzo both step toward one another and begin to exchange hard right hands. They battle back and forth across the ring for a moment with neither man able to gain immediate control.

Nelson: Neither man pulling any punches right here!

Rose: That’s what I’m talking about...straight up fisticuffs!

Xstatic finally seems as though he has got the advantage as he knocks Rizzo back against a turnbuckle. Xstatic ducks his head down and drives his shoulder hard into Rizzo's ribs. Xstatic then takes a few steps back and watches as Rizzo staggers out of the corner. Xstatic can only grin as he grabs Rizzo and delivers a snap powerslam, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

Th...Rizzo kicks out!

Crumb: Matthew was a millisecond from winning this debut match!

Xstatic grabs Rizzo and drags him back up to his feet. He continues to try and wear Alexander Rizzo down with a few hard right hands. Rizzo cuts Xstatic's offense off with a front kick to the ribs. Rizzo follows it up with a second. He then grabs Xstatic and tries to pull him in for a fisherman's suplex, though before he can actually do anything, Xstatic manages to spin out of Rizzo's grasp. Xstatic blasts Rizzo in the back of the head with a forearm smash. He then grabs hold of him to try and set Rizzo up for a full nelson slam! He nearly locks the hold in, but Rizzo escapes Xstatic's grasp and instead delivers a Russian Leg sweep! The fans are on their feet, showing their support for the efforts of both men!

Nelson: These two newcomers are going back and forth with each other...

Rose: I don't know why you're so shocked that these two can actually...you know...wrestle.

Crumb: Hehee.

Alexander Rizzo tries to line himself up with Matthew Johnson. Out on the floor, Chris Shields ducks out of the way of a charging Adelaide Voorhies. Voorhies' momentum carries her into the crowd to the delight of the fans. Shields then slides into the ring behind Rizzo and grabs hold of him. Before Rizzo can fight his way out of Shields' grasp, Mister Bang Bang throws Alexander Rizzo through the middle ropes and out to the floor. Rizzo hits it with a solid thud. Shields then turns around and grabs hold of Johnson, rolling him up for a cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Xstatic kicks out!

Nelson: Another close pinfall!

Crumb: Chris is so close to winning this. Go, Chris, go!

Rose: Way to be unbiased, Todd.

Xstatic rolls back up to his feet. Shields charges to try and keep his momentum going---only to get lifted into the air for an inverted atomic drop! Shields staggers around in pain, which gives Xstatic an opening to grab him and snap off a Listen to Her Voice (flip backstabber)!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

Rose: Holy sh*t is right!

Xstatic covers.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson!!!

Nelson: What an opening match to tonight’s Chaos! Congratulations to Matthew Johnson on winning!

~~

Torres: The following match is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with 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 looking to get his first win here in Iconic Professional Wrestling Wrestling!

Crumb: It’s been a rough month for the brother-in-law of Tiffany Prada...in and out of the ring.

Rose: In the ring I think Patrick is going to bounce back but as far as out of the ring, he’s got A LOT to learn about about a loving, caring, and supportive husband!

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

Nelson: Kobain has been severely quiet in the past few weeks. He’s suffered several keys losses that took him out the Heavyweight Championship Tournament and then the Television Championship Tournament.

Rose: Meh...I forgot the guy was even still employed here.

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

Rose: You got to love this guy’s tenacity...

Nelson: Sarcasm, Rose?

Rose: Ya damn skippy, Patrick!

Crumb: Hehee.

Fisher pops down from the final turnbuckle and looks around at the two opponents in the ring. Red Dragon can be seen giving him a look of intense dislike. Patrick raises his eyebrows at Dragon, perhaps wondering how seriously to take the masked Icon.

Crumb: Patrick seems almost…unsure about Red Dragon…

Rose: I mean look at Red Dragon! He wrestles in a damn Halloween costume!

Nelson: BUT NOW…now Fisher is shifting his focus to Johnny Franklin Kobain.

After a brief attention shift to the staredown between Fisher and JFK, the referee calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!!

----Triple Threat Match: Patrick Fisher vs. Johnny Franklin Kobain vs. “The Minister of Evil” Red Dragon---

JFK and Dragon both shoot for Fisher, but JFK gets there ahead of Dragon. JFK presses Fisher up against the ropes. Dragon delivers a knife-edge chop to the chest of Fisher followed by on from JFK as well.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

Dragon and JFK shoot Fisher across the ring. Fisher ducks underneath the attempted double clothesline. He bounces off the ropes and flies through the air, connecting with a double clothesline across the two throats of Johnny Franklin Kobain and Red Dragon. Fisher and JFK are both back on their feet and begin to trade blows. JFK gets the slight upper hand and backs Fisher up against the turnbuckle. He delivers a couple stiff punches to the side of Fisher’s head before pulling him out of the corner and hitting a snap suplex. He floats seamlessly into the cover, in an attempt to pick up the quick win.

One...

Two

Th…KICK OUT!

Nelson: Kobain trying to pick up the quick win and maybe prove that Fisher has a bit of rust coming back into the ring after such a long hiatus, but to no avail.

Crumb: Patrick kicks out before the third count drops!

Rose: There’s no way he could have really thought that would be enough. I mean Patrick ain’t the greatest, but most people short of an actual corpse could kick out of that pretty easily.

JFK rolls right back to his feet and Fisher does the same. He is met with a vicious kick from behind by Red Dragon, cracking Fisher across the back of the left leg. Fisher crumples to the ground and Dragon drops down beside him, using a combination of punches and slaps, as well as a couple well-placed rakes to the eyes that are unseen by the official. Fisher manages to roll away to the outside of the ring. Dragon moves to the ropes and starts yelling profanities at Fisher. However, his focus on Fisher proves to be costly, as Johnny Franklin Kobain hits him with a dropkick to the back of the neck. Dragon crumples to the mat.

Crumb: Johnny got to some real height with that dropkick!

Fisher slides underneath the bottom rope and back into the ring. JFK attacks immediately, stomping on Patrick’s neck. Patrick tries to make it back to his feet. Patrick ducks underneath an attempted clothesline and bounces off the ropes. He ducks underneath another clothesline and stops on a dime. Johnny Franklin Kobain turns around and is met with a shoulder to the midsection. JFK doubles over and Fisher delivers a double axe handle to the back. JFK drops to a knee and Fisher drops down with him, snapping in an ankle lock on the left ankle of JFK!

JFK struggles, looking to find the ropes, but Fisher pulls him back toward the center of the ring. JFK screams and writhes around in pain as Fisher locks the hold in tighter, torquing the ankle as far as he can toward a 90 degree angle. JFK looks like he is about to tap out when a sudden CRACK sounds throughout the arena. Fisher releases the hold and a second CRACK sounds out and Fisher drops to a knee. Red Dragon stands over him having delivers yet another couple of KNIFE-EDGE CHOPS!

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Nelson: Fisher got blindsided there!

Dragon drops to a knee and begins angrily clubbing Fisher across the back of the neck. Fisher flops down onto his back and begins covering his face to avoid the punches. Dragon covers Fisher and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Thre…KICK OUT!

Nelson: Red Dragon almost with the win!

Rose: If Red Dragon somehow wins this match, I’ll broadcast the next show completely nude!

Crumb: Ewwww!

Fisher manages to roll to his feet. He approaches Dragon and begins delivering a series of right hands of his own. Dragon staggers backwards and Fisher knocks him down with a clothesline. JFK rushes toward Fisher, finally getting up after the ankle lock. Fisher drops to the mat, plants his knees into JFK’s stomach, and tosses him overhead to the floor below. The crowd gives Fisher a well-deserved pop as he leaps to his feet and briefly surveys the surrounding area. He raises his eyebrows a little bit as Red Dragon gets back to a vertical base. Fisher urges Dragon to come closer…closer…as Dragon turns around, Fisher sets up and delivers a perfect jumping reverse neckbreaker! The crowd boos as Fisher floats effortlessly into the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Nelson: Patrick Fisher with the victory! Fisher finally getting a win here in Iconic Professional Wrestling and in shining fashion!

Rose: I’ll reserve judgment for later, Patticake. He wasn’t exactly fighting against worldbeaters tonight, now was he?!

Torres: The winner of this match…Patrick Fisher!

Fisher pops back to his feet and raises his arms in victory celebration before the crowd. He steps through the center rope to the outside of the ring and begins making his way up the ramp. Johnny Franklin Kobain looks annoyed from the outside of the ring and Red Dragon is still down in the center.

~~

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

Nelson: The always consistent and solid Roberts looking to gain another win and get herself back on track to gaining championship gold.

Rose: Jessie is really missing something...a manager maybe? Or perhaps a change in attitude? That nice girl role she has is a tad bit played. It’s one of the reasons EVERYONE runs over her.

Crumb: I like Jessie the way she is. This sport needs more attitudes like the one she expresses.

Rose: Yeah, you would think that, Crumbbum.

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: Corey Lazarus. This young Icon is quite possibly the most vocal of the roster.

Crumb: I’m sick and tired of him talking all that crap about our friend! It’s not Joshua’s fault if he can’t raise his game up to the level to compete at a championship level!

Rose: Well when he joins us later on in the show you should do something about it, Todd!

Crumb: Uh….yeah...no...

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

DING DING DING!!

---”The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts vs. “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus---

Lazarus slowly makes his way toward the middle of the ring and prepares to get things started. Jessie sees an opening and immediately runs across the ring, blasting Lazarus in the mouth with a forearm shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Jessie then grabs hold of Lazarus and tries to shoot him across the ring. Lazarus reverses the attempt and waits for Jessie to come back on the rebound. He lifts her into the air and tries to set her up for a tilt-a-whirl slam---only to have Jessie catch him with a headscissors takedown instead!

Lazarus tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Jessie rush at him and connect with a running dropkick! Lazarus tries to pull himself back up to his feet once again---this time more slowly---but Jessie is on the move. She bounces off of the ropes and hits Hot Take in the mouth with a running knee! Jessie then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two...

Th...kick out!

Crumb: This has been one hell of a brawl!

Rose: I'm not gonna lie...I respect how aggressive Jessie's been to start things off!

Jessie grabs Lazarus and begins to drag him back up to his feet. She immediately starts trying to wear him down with a series of hard strikes. The impact of the blows sends Lazarus stumbling back to the ropes. He grabs hold of them to try and remain upright. Jessie spots another opening and charges across the ring. Lazarus charges so that he meets her in the middle of the ring and hits Jessie with a huge clothesline!

Jessie slowly stumbles back up to her feet. Lazarus hits her with a knee shot that knocks her groggy. He then grabs Jessie from behind and hoists her into the air, slamming her down to the mat with a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.

One…

Two...

Th...Jessie kicks out!

Nelson: Lazarus almost with the win! He has to seriously be looking to win this match in order to stay in the runnings for either the Television or Heavyweight Championship in the very near future.
Rose: I think that’s every Icons goal, Patrick.

Lazarus grabs Jessie and pulls her back up to her feet. He hits her with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her off of her feet. Lazarus follows it up with a second as well. He tries to get her into position for an Orton-esque backbreaker, but Jessie almost immediately squirms her way out of his grasp. She leaps into the air and hits him with an enziguri! Lazarus just barely manages to stay on his feet. Jessie pops up to her feet, rushes at Lazarus, leaps into the air and grabs him for a tornado DDT! Lazarus catches her just before she can plant him on the mat and throws her aside. Jessie pops back up to her feet. Lazarus charges and nearly kicks Jessie's head off with a bicycle kick!

Crumb: There is no way that THAT felt good!

Nelson: It was not a big opening, but when you have the chance to win a match, you need to take advantage of every opening that you can!

Lazarus grabs a groggy Jessie trying to bring her back up to her feet. Slowly shaking his head, he hits her in the mouth with a Soylent Green (is people) (single knee facebuster)! Jessie drops to the mat and is almost out cold from the impact.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS COREY LAZARUS CONNECTS WITH HIS SOYLENT GREEN ON JESSIE ROBERTS?!?!

Rose: Probably, “that has to be the dumbest wrestling move name ever!”

Lazarus drags Jessie up to her feet and snaps off an Instant Classic (jumping cutter)! Lazarus covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

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

Nelson: Jessie Roberts got off to an impressive start, but talk about a dominating performance for Corey Lazarus!

Rose: He's back to winning again for the first time in a while! Now he's just gotta do something with it.

~~

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

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 from London, England….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet five inches….she is MINNNNNNNXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: The new look Minx seeking to advance to the Championship Round for the Television Championship!

Crumb: You like the new look, Rose?

Rose: Hmm, I can grow to get used to it, I guess.

Crumb: I’ll miss the pink.

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 jumbo-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 next hailing from Phoenix, Arizona..he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches...he is JACKSON FELIX COLTRANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This is will surely be a classic match between two of the quickly rising Icons here in Iconic Professional Wrestling!

Crumb: They’re going to battling it out to see who faces Tiffany Prada or Brianna Rissi in the finals to crown the first eve Television Champion!

Rose: My monies on Minx.

DING DING DING!!

---IPW Television Championship Tournament: Second Round Match: Minx vs. Jackson Felix Coltrane---

Both Icons circle each other for a moment before JFC moves forward with a short distance shoulder block. Minx ducks under it and circles to the left as JFC moves past her. Minx moves back watching Jackson like a hawk. Suddenly she rushes forward in to rip Jackson down with a swinging neckbreaker. As he lands on the mat Minx elbow drops down in his chest. She goes for a pin but Jackson gets a shoulder up.

Nelson: This one starting off fast right out the gate!

Rose: Minx wants to get this one over as fast as possible. Sound strategy if you think about it. Why exert all kinds of energy against a loser like Jackson when you can beat him fast and save everything for the Final round?!

The two roll apart and get back to their feet circling each other. Jackson uses his size advantage to drag Minx closer him before delivering a standing clothesline. Minx drops down to the mat followed by Jackson who goes to lock in a half-nelson choke hold. The referee watches closely as Minx fights the hold. After a few seconds Minx bites down on Jackson's arm. Jackson jerks away and Mink rolls out of the way.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MINX JUST BIT JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “that’s one way to get out of a hold!”

Nelson: Minx needs to be careful because behavior like that will surely get her disqualified!

Both Icons give a wary look at each other from a few feet away from each other while looking for and opening. They both move towards each other and lock up in a show of the strength. Jackson goes to Irish whip Minx to the corner but she delivers a spinning heel kick to the side of his head causing Jackson to stumble back.

Nelson: Very deft move from Minx!

Crumb: Although she is fairly green to the sport, Minx is very talented and able to pull out some great moves from her arsenal.

Rose: You’re looking at the first ever IPW Television Champion!

Minx uses the stumbling of JFC to climb to the top rope. She poses for a second that elicits a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. She then jumps off the ropes looking for a hurricanrana. However, Jackson sees the move coming and moves out of the way. Minx hits the mat with a resounding arena filling thud! Jackson drops down and pulls Minx in An Inverted F-5 where Jackson’s opponent is on his back across Jackson’s shoulders and is thrown off landing on his back.

Crumb: Account Error! Account Error!

Nelson: Coltrane just hit his finisher! This could be the end of the match!

Rose: What the hell?! Come on Minx!

Suddenly "Vanity" by Christina Aguilera begins to play. Brianna comes out from the back with a mischievous smirk on her lips.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRIANNA RISSI IS MAKING HER WAY OUT HERE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “time for some get back!”

Brianna stands at the top of the ramp as both JFC and Minx get up to stare her down.

Nelson: It was at the previous Chaos that Minx came out and caused a bit of distraction during the Brianna Rissi/Corey Lazarus match.

Capitalizing on the distraction, Jackson hits Minx with a belly-to-back suplex. Not waiting he floats over and transitions into a sharpshooter. From there Jackson uses his other leg to lock his opponent’s legs together and falls backwards onto his opponents back. He reaches behind him, grabbing his opponents head under the chin and yanks back on it.

Nelson: Coltrane has Minx locked in his Morning Glory submission!

Crumb: I don’t think she’s going to last much longer in it! It looks like he’s trying to snap Minx in half!!

Minx tries to fight out of the hold but eventually taps out!

Rose: Damn it!

Torres: The winner of this Second Round Television Championship match and moving onto the finals of the IPW Television Championship….Jackson Felix Coltrane!!

Nelson: Congratulations to Jackson Felix Coltrane as he has locked in his chance to compete to become the first ever Television Champion at the next Chaos “An Icon Crowned”.

Crumb: WOOHOO!

Rose: This is some b*llsh*t! That slutty slut Brianna caused this! It should be Minx advancing!

With a smile on her face, Brianna shakes her head before turning and walking backstage.

We cut to the backstage area where we see a determined looking Sah'ta Thor pacing in a corner like a caged lion. As he paces a man wearing the uniform of a UPS driver comes up to him.with a nervous look on his face.

UPS Driver: Mr Grant, I have a package for you.

As he says this the UPS driver pulls out a smallish brown cardboard box. Thor stops and give the man an intense stare before turning his predatory eyes to the box. While his gaze shifts the UPS guy holds out a handheld device. Quickly the man offers a stylus to Thor.

UPS Driver: If you would sign here please here,

Without a word Thor takes the offered stylus and signs the indicated line on he handheld. Once this is done the Ups guy hand over the package and turns to leave. The UPS guy hurries off like the very hounds of hell were after him. There is now sign of emotion on Thor's face as he opens the box.

After a few seconds Thor pulls out a blue and white grinning drama mask and a black cardboard cutout of a phone. The word 'Me" could be seen on the phones in metallic green paint. There is a momentary look of amusement on Thor's otherwise stonelike face as he returns the items to the box. With the items scurred he walks off towards the locker room area.

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Crumb: I wonder what all that was about with Sah’ta before the commercial break?

Rose: I wonder who in the hell gets UPS delivery at this time of night at their place of work?

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

Nelson: This is set to be a highly contested match between two of our best Lady Icons!

Rose: We’re just going to throw around the word “best” all willy-nilly, Patticake?

Crumb: Hey, I thought we were going to be joined by---

"What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System as Corey Lazarus emerges onto the stage, a can of popcorn tucked under his arm as he spoons a handful into his mouth. Much to the displeasure of the crowd, he starts tossing some into the audience with a loud, obnoxious laugh. He makes his way to the commentary desk, setting the can down as he actively avoids shaking hands with the commentary team before putting a headset on, sitting with his feet up on the table.

Nelson: Welcome to the broadcast table, Lazarus.

Lazarus: Oh man, oh man! We’re about to see a five star classic -- no! A SIX star classic -- here tonight! A match that everyone will want to have recorded to watch over, and over, and over again!

Crumb: You’re sure putting a lot on it, Corey.

Rose: Sure the hell is. I mean, it’s just Tiffany and Brianna.

Lazarus: Exactly! The two hottest women on television right now! One of these two are going to be in the finals for the championship and honestly, I am excited to learn which one of them is going to win this whole thing. Of course, you know who my money is on.

"I Get off" 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 splits as she slides in under the bottom ropes.

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

Crumb: Actually, Corey, we don’t know who your money is on. I mean, I would think it was Brianna since that’s your boo thang but…

Lazarus: But? BUT!? But what, Crumb? Brianna is obviously who I have my money on. She’s the person that “defeated” me, after all. Not only is it in my best interest to have the people who beat me look good so I don’t look like some shmuck, but she’s also my woman. Her success is my success.

Rose: What Todd is leaving out is what’s up with you and the Barbie doll in the ring right now, Corey?

Lazarus: Are you familiar with the concept of the Forbidden Fruit? Right now, that’s Tiffany Prada. She’s extremely tempting and, as much as I would looove a bite, you just can’t. Makes you want it just that little bit more.

“Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna Rissi steps out from the backstage area.

Torres: Coming to the ring next from Melbourne, Australia….weighing in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet...she is BRIANNA RISSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: And here is the other Lady Icon in this crazy possible love triangle that has been forming lately.

Rose: So is it love, Corey?

Lazarus: You know, I don’t like the accusations you guys are throwing at me. I am here to enjoy a intimately close contest right now and you’re focusing on my emotional connections to these two. Yes, I love Brianna. She’s one of the only people in this company I can tolerate.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS COREY LAZARUS HAS PROFESSED HIS LOVE FOR BRIANNA RISSI LIVE HERE ON CHAOS?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Unbelievable!”

Lazarus: *groans*

Nelson: You two leave our guest commentator, Corey Lazarus, alone so we can get into this match.

The bell rings signaling the start of the match.

DING DING DING!!

---Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Tournament: Second Round Match:Tiffany Prada vs. Brianna Rissi---

Crumb: HERE WE GO!

Tiffany moves forward and attempts to lock up with Brianna. However, Bri manages to do a spin to the left. Before this causes Tiffany to Tiffany can correct her suddenly being over extended and slightly unbalanced, Brianna hits Tiffany with a spinning heel kick sending both women to the mat. Bianna goes to for a pin but Tiffany quickly rolls towards the ring ropes quickly grabbing the lower one.

Nelson: Prada with great ring awareness escaping the pin attempt. Many forget that Prada has been in this sport for many years especially compared to the fairly new to the sport like Rissi is.

Lazarus: It’s not always a factor of how long people have been doing it, but how well they do it. Tiffany is good, but Brianna has her on the ropes already. You’ve got this, babe!

Rose: That’s very insightful, but you can’t downplay experience, Corey. Brianni is good...there is no denying that as she has had a remarkable rookie year but she is still a rookie.

Nelson: That is a very good point, Rose.

Brianna moves back allowing Tiffany to stand back up.

Rose: My case in point...a rookie mistake allowing Tiffany to gather her bearings.

Once Tiffany was standing Brianna charges forward with a clothesline. At the last second Tiffany slides out the ring causing Brianna to hit the ropes. While Brianna is gathering herself Tiffany hits her with tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Tiffany goes for pin attempt.

One…kick out!

Crumb: I bet that hurt!

Lazarus: I will give her credit, Tiffany is more than just really good looks. She can hold her own.

Nelson: That is very true of all the Lady Icons on the roster! No Lady Icon is simply here to be eye candy and/or play second fiddle to their male counterpart!

Rose: Amen.

As both Lady Icons stand up, they are locked in a back and forth to see who could get an opening first. Brianna manages to pull Tiffany close before suplexing her to the mat. Brianna moves to the rings ropes closes to to the announcer table bowing Corey a kiss. Before anyone can react Brianna climbs up the top ropes.

Lazarus: Damn, great looks AND great ring skill.

Crumb: So we’re just going to ignore the kiss she blew to you?

Lazarus: I’m not going to distract her, Crumb! She’ll get my lip action after.

Rose: It’s yet another rookie mistake. She better pay attention to what’s going on in the ring.

Nelson: Rissi is perched high upon the top turnbuckle waiting for Prada to get to her feet.

Brianna lets fly with a hurricanrana that catches the just standing Tiffany. Brianna goes for a pin but Tiffany quickly kicks out.

Nelson: Beautiful hurricanrana by Rissi! She went for the cover but Pada just is not worn down enough.

Rose: Speaking of worn down, what’s this about you feeling the boss, Joshua Samson, Esquire, is holding you down, Corey?

Lazarus: Joshua is a control freak. He knows that I am not the kind of guy that does what someone else tells him to and is doing everything he can to make sure that I get nowhere near his precious company's championships. I could take up the entire runtime of this show running this coward down but I will spare you all from my verbal destroying of the chump in charge. At least, for now.

Crumb: (under his breath) Lies.

Lazarus: Oh, you want to talk about lies, Crumb? Do you know how much Joshua Samson, Esquire, lies through his teeth?

Crumb: You do know that’s he’s our best friend in the whole wide world, right?!

Lazarus: Then you better have a set of eyes in the back of your head then. Because the SECOND you decide to think for yourself, you’re going to feel a knife right between the shoulder blades.

Both competitors roll away from each other to stand up. Once both women had regained their footing, Brianna launches forward with a clothesline. Tiffany grabs her arm. Tiffany swiftly uses the hold to drag Brianna to the mat. Once Brianna is on her knees, Tiffany moves to lock in a sleeperhold.

Nelson: Not to ignite further fuel to the fire, but Lazarus how do you feel you are being kept away from the championships when it was by your own inability to focus against Rissi at the last Chaos that caused you to be eliminated from the Television Championship Tournament?

Crumb: Yeah….and Joshua would never betray us!

Lazarus: Let me ask you two sheep this then; where was security, huh? Why didn’t anyone intervene with Minx’s attempt to cost me or Brianna a spot in the semi-finals? In the match that just so happened to have me and my woman involved? Hell, why did he allow Lazarus versus Rissi in the first place? Because those two events sound like very good ways to try and drive a wedge between us -- the two people on the roster that calls him out on his b*llsh*t and have come together to cause some trouble. Or do you believe everything is just coincidence?

Rose: You know I have been thinking it for quite a while but you’ve just confirmed it….you’re an idiot, Corey!

Lazarus: Wow. That almost hurt my feelings, Rose. It’s a shame you’re just another loser wearing a fleece in this company or I’d value your opinion more. How about you and the rest of the Samson stooges do your job, as poorly as you always do anyway, and call the match.

Crumb: Must be getting too hot in the kitchen for you?!

Lazarus: It’s always going to be a hot night with these two women in the same room. See, even I can do YOUR job better than you. I know I’m interesting but it’s not about me right now, shocking to believe, I know. Call the match before I make it much harder for you to sit at this desk and talk at the same time, if you catch my drift.

Brianna cinches in the lock and holds it for a four count as the the referee watch. As Tiffany releases the hold, she grabs Brianna's hair and uses it to slam her into the mat face first. Tiffany follows the move up with a curb stomp to the back of Brianna's head!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

Moving back Tiffany goes to lounge on the ring ropes flaunting her body to Corey.

Lazarus: Can one of you losers do me a favor and help me pick my jaw off the floor? Or pinch me to make sure I am awake?

Nelson: Forbidden fruit, remember Lazarus?

Lazarus: If Adam can take a bite then so can I! Don’t tell me you’d blame me. Then again, this is probably the closest you two will ever be to a woman this attractive. It’s a good thing I have enough will-power to stay in my seat.

Rose: Idiot, Patrick is married and I think Todd is g---

Crumb: I think Tiffany better pay attention!

While Tiffany is displaying herself on the ropes, Brianna shakes the cobwebs out of her head. She gets to her feet and charges Tiffany hitting her in the back before slamming down with a rope assisted Twist of Fate! Brianna then drags Tiffany by her hair to the center of the ring before locking in a BrieMode Bulldog.

Nelson: Rissi looking to possibly finish this match here!

Lazarus: Smitten with the ole Lazarus charm. Can hardly blame her for trying to get my undivided attention, but probably should have kept her eyes on Brianna. Bad time, bad place.

Crumb: Kinda like last Chaos when you lost focus, huh?

Lazarus: Completely different. I didn’t TRY to get her attention out here, she just couldn’t help herself.

A dazed Tiffany tries to struggle as Brianna rolls her up into a roll for the pin.

Rose: This could be it, guys!

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Crumb: WHAT CAN TIFFANY PRADA BE THINKING AS BRIANNA RISSI HAS PINNED HER?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Damn it all it hell!”

Torres: The winner of this match and advancing onto the IPW Television Championship Tournament Finals…..Brianna Rissi!!!!!

Nelson: What an amazing second round match we have just witnessed here tonight! Prada gave it her all but a moment of distraction caused her to lose a close one to Rissi!

Lazarus: Well, I would like to say it was a pleasure gentlemen and lady but… it hasn’t been. But it sure was for all of you. The right woman won, you’re looking at the first Television Champion and her man. Now if you would excuse me, we’ve got a celebration to have.

Nelson: Thank you for joining us at the broadcast table, Lazarus.

Sneering at the Stooges, Corey removes his headset and drops them on the table before moving toward the ring.

Crumb: He’s an ass and I hope nothing he ever does here in IPW accomplishes anything!

Rose: You know, Crumbbum, I wholeheartedly agree with you, buddy...

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

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: Graves has come into Iconic Professional Wrestling and continues to prove the naysayers wrong about a man his age still actively competing.

Crumb: But tonight he’s facing a challenge that has also been proving the naysayers wrong.

Rose: Get off her tit, Todd. Tonight Micheal Graves takes one step closer to the finals!

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: Nepotism at its finest!

Nelson: Rose, you know that is not correct. Sedin receives no special privileges by being related to Joshua Samson, Esquire. Everything she has earned or not earned has been by her own merit.

DING DING DING!!

---Third Round Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament Match: “The Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves vs. “The Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin---

Crumb: HERE WE GO!

Graves wastes no time as he charges at Astrid who still has her back to him due to sharing some last minute info with Davenna. He sends a hard elbow to her back causing her to bounce off the turnbuckle and be caught with a quick German suplex. Graves doesn’t let go and goes for the quick cover!

Nelson: Micheal Graves does not want to give Sedin any chance here!

One...

Tw...kick out!

Crumb: Astrid kicks out pretty easily!

Rose: Not for long she won’t.

The two get to their feet and Astrid looks pissed. Graves once again tries to charge at Astrid to nail her with a flying forearm smash. Astrid ducks, launches off the ropes. and nails Graves with a high leaping knee shot. It doesn’t take down the man twice her size, but sends him stumbling back a few steps. Astrid launches off the ropes again and lands another high leaping knee shot but again fails to take down the bigger Icon.

Nelson: This must be frustrating to Sedin. She is sending some hard knees to this man’s head and it does not seem to be working.

For a third time, she launches off the ropes and goes for a high leaping knee shot but this time Graves catches her in a powerbomb position. Astrid’s eyes go wide before seconds later Graves sends her crashing to the mat.

Crumb: I guess third time isn’t a charm in Astrid’s book. She looks to be in some pain at the moment.

Rose: Someone as experienced as Micheal will definitely know about that bad back ASStrid has been contending with over the last month and a half or so.

Astrid rolls around as Graves stalks her. A few moments later, she begins to get to her feet but just as she does Graves takes her down again with a double armdrag takedown. He gets to his feet and begins to laugh and points at the downed Astrid.

Nelson: Graves may want to be careful. Sedin can turn this thing around in the blink of an eye.

Graves grabs Astrid by the hair and drags her to her feet. He is surprised that she manages to wiggle and roll away. She quickly sends a quick dropkick to the back of Graves’ knee causing him to drop down on one. Astrid doesn’t waste time as she bounces off the ropes and charge back with an elbow smash to the side of Graves’ head finally sending the Dark Warrior fully to the mat. She drops and hooks his legs for the cover.

One...

Two...

T...Graves powerfully throws Astrid off him and breaks up the count.

Crumb: This is going to be a tough one for Astrid tonight!

Rose: Ya think so?!

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

One...This time Graves throws her off even quicker than her first attempt!

Both Icons get to their feet and begin to circle each other. They seem to be trying to figure out what their opponent’s next move is. Graves makes the first move as he goes to lock up with Astrid. Realizing she stands no chance, Astrid rolls out of the way at the last second and launches to the top rope for a moonsault. Graves turns around and catches Astrid. He struts around the ring showing his strength.

Nelson: This is real bad for Sedin right now!

That it is as Graves slams Astrid to the mat. He sits Astrid up then bounces off the ropes. He comes back and sends a hard dropkick to Astrid’s back causing her to scream out in pain. Graves crawls over and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Thre...Astrid barely gets her shoulder up!

Graves gets in the referee’s face and begins to argue that it should have been a three count. Astrid crawls over and tries to roll Graves up but fails. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her to her feet, and sends a hard kick to her gut. He thens lifts her for another powerbomb but stalls for a few seconds.

Crumb: What is he waiting for? Put her down already!

Rose: ASStrid is getting everything she deserves tonight! Time to get kicked off that high horse of hers!

Out of nowhere Astrid begins to punch Graves in the face as fast as she can. Graves begins to stumble and lose his footing causing him to fall back. Astrid lands on her feet. Graves gets up to one knee. Astrid rushes forward attempting a shining wizard. Prepared for it, Graves catches her in the air with a massive clothesline that flips her one hundred and eighty degrees!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

Nelson: I think that may have done it!

Graves crawls over and covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: Your winner of this Third Round Heavyweight Championship Match and advancing to the Final Round…”The Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves!!!

Micheal Graves theme music begins to play as he slowly climbs to his feet, holding his jaw and trying to hide the painful expression from his face. Astrid Sedin sits up, a look of defeat sweeps over her as she shakes her head and pouts.

Nelson: Graves just shocked everyone again with yet another upset victory!

Rose: So how many times does he have to surprise you before you aren’t surprised by it anymore?!

Nelson: Point taken.

Crumb: You have to admit for this guy to basically come out of nowhere, it’s pretty impressive!

Astrid climbs to her feet and turns to step through the ropes. Graves rushes over, causing her to spring up into a guarded position. Micheal smiles as he shakes his head no, and throws his hand out, asking to shake her hand.

Nelson: Graves is letting Sedin know right here that she fought a hell of a fight and has earned his respect here tonight!

Astrid explores her options for a minute, but ultimately decides not to accept Micheal’s hand. Astrid instead shoots him the middle finger.

Rose: Everyone saw that coming. ASStrid is such a sore loser!

Astrid grabs the top rope and leans down to step through it when Graves suddenly charges! Astrid ducks back into the ring and tries to ready herself, but it’s to no avail! Graves smashes into her with a clubbing forearm and continues the assault with a flurry of wild punches!

Rose: There’s the REAL Micheal Graves!

Crumb: NO! NO! NO!

Astrid is out on her feet as Graves pulls her from the ropes and leads her to the center of the ring. He yanks her foreward and pulls her head begin his thighs just before letting out a wicked battle cry! He then grabs her by the waist, lifts her up and over his shoulders, and delivers a GRAVE CONSEQUENCES (crucifix powerbomb)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MICHEAL GRAVES JUST THREW ASTRID SEDIN OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE FLOOR?!?!

Nelson: OHMIGOSH! SEDIN COULD BE SERIOUSLY INJURED!

Rose: Pfffft, she’ll be fine! What’s important here is to take note of how Micheal Graves just injected some real excitement into this show! Maybe these kids should start listening to the lessons that Micheal’s teaching!

The action in the ring fades out as the shot pans to a suffering Astrid Sedin writhing in pain on the floor below before ending on a shot of a laughing Graves.

~~

The scene cuts backstage where we see Micheal Graves being escorted down a hallway by his friend and manager Cadryn Tiberius. Micheal is walking in a knelt over position, and has both hands cupped to either temple. Suddenly Mickey "Mouse" Greer rushes up, microphone in hand.

Greer: Micheal, Micheal, can you tell us what that was all about!?!

Cadryn and Graves ignore the question as they continues down the hall.

Greer: You attacked the boss’s wife without provocation. Are you afraid of some sort of retaliation?

Just as before, Cadryn and Graves ignore the question as they continue on their way.

Greer: Can you at least tell us why you did it!?!

Finally, reaching their destination. Cadryn opens the door leading to the locker room and allows Micheal to slip inside before closing the door and throwing his body in front of it like some sort of human barricade.

Cadryn: Listen Greer, Micheal made a mistake, and he’ll gladly accept any punishment that management deems necessary.

Greer: A mistake? You’re acting like he carelessly left a banana peel lying on the mat, and Astrid just happened to slip on it. Micheal Graves viciously assaulted Astrid Sedin after devilishly luring her into a false sense of security! So why don’t you at least explain why!?

Cadryn: Micheal has… There is a preexisting condition that sometimes causes Micheal to, um, lose himself for a bit. I assure you that he did not wish any ill will towards Astrid, and he truly hopes that she is okay. Now that’s really all I can tell ya bud, so if you will excuse me, I have a friend who could use my help.

And with that, Cadryn slips through the door, quickly closing it behind him. The camera closes in on Mickey Greer as he just stands there looking dumbfounded.

Greer: Well there you have it, he didn’t mean to, and he’s sorry. Call me crazy, but I don’t think that excuse is going to go over well.

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Torres: The following Third Round Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament match is 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: We just paid witnessed to the older Graves advancing in the Heavyweight Championship Tournament, now another older Icon looks to prove all the naysayers wrong.

Rose: Sah’ta has always worked better when he has a chip on his shoulder, so him making a big fuss about actually being old is no surprise to me.

“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: Herveaux was absolutely disrespectful when talking about Thor earlier this week and I cannot shake the feeling that Thor is going to do everything in his power to make her regret what she had to say.

Rose: So Sah’ta Thor is butt booty hurt that somebody called him old...when he’s OLD?!

Crumb: I don’t think he likes hearing it though, Rose.

Rose: Sah’ta’s old...old…OLD!

While the Stooges continue to discuss the topic of ageism, Sah'ta Thor smirks. Stasi doesn't seem to be even slightly amused by the show of confidence, as she instead tries to glare a hole through the Raging Storm. The referee looks at both of them, determining that they are ready to get started, calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---Third Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament Match: “The Raging Storm” Sha’ta Thor vs. Stasi Herveaux---

The two Icons meet up in the center of the ring and exchange a few words.

Stasi: I can see it in your eyes.

Thor: See what?

Stasi: That fear. I can see that fear in your eyes, OLD MAN!

Thor: Let me show you...

Thor fires a hard forearm strike that sends Stasi stumbling back.

Thor: How mistaken you are!

Thor delivers another forearm strike to the center of Stasi's spine, causing her to drop to her knees and hands. He grabs her by the head to lift her to her feet and then connects with a knee to her gut. He follows it up with a series of Muay Thai knees to her head. Eventually Stasi stumbles back into the ropes and spills out onto the floor.

Nelson: Sah’ta Thor is dead set on proving Stasi Herveaux wrong here tonight! This does not look like a man that is too old for the top level, it looks like a man who is ready for the top level!

Thor takes off for the ropes and bounces back toward Stasi. From the corner of her eye she catches him and is able to roll out of the way just in time to cause him to dive over the top rope and crash hard onto the floor.

Rose: Spoke too soon, Patticake! Sah’ta got a little too ahead of himself there!

Stasi takes a second to wipe the relief off her face before rushing over and stomping her possibly injured opponent. The left arm of Thor seems limp as he tries to conceal it with his body as Stasi rains down her feet. The referee gets to an eight count before Stasi rolls in and back out to break the count. She rushes over to Thor, lifts him to his feet, and smashes his skull into the apron. Enjoying the newly found control, she goes for the same attack again, but this time Thor manages to stop the impact with his good arm and shove her away.

Crumb: The Raging Storm is still in this one!

Rose: I wouldn't be so sure, that arm looks messed up!

Stasi charges back but Thor blocks her strike attempt, grabs her by the back of the head with his good arm, and slings her into the steel steps. The steps crash all around her after the impact, leaving her out of it on the floor. Thor rolls in and back out to break the ten count before walking over and picking Stasi up again. He rolls her into the ring and follows.

Rose: Sah’ta should have just left her out there and took home the count-out victory.

Nelson: You know that is not the way Thor fights!

Crumb: Especially after he said he wants to teach Stasi a lesson about respect.

As Thor tries to make it to his feet, he is caught by surprise with a hard kick to the face. He stumbles back onto his behind. Stasi crawls away to create some space. Both of them stand up and meet in the center of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Thor, the bigger and stronger of the two, easily takes control of the hold by powering Stasi into the corner. He attempts a chop but Stasi ducks under it and rolls out to the center of the ring. Thor turns and chases, but as he reaches her, she assaults him with a series of kicks: to the legs, to the hips, to the gut but one kick to his injured left arm is all it takes to send Thor staggering back into the corner.

Nelson: This could be bad for Thor. Herveaux is catching him on that arm that is in bad condition.

Stasi, sporting a smirk, walks over and delivers a swift kick to Thor's bad arm. He screams out in pain and walks along the ropes toward the center of the apron. She follows behind and goes for another kick, this time to his good arm. He turns after the impact and chops her across the chest.

Crowd: WOOOO!

Thor tries another, but Stasi ducks, and connects with an armdrag takedown into an arm bar.

Rose: That's it! There's no way he's not tapping out here!

Nelson: Do not count him out so soon! We have seen Thor do incredible things before in his career!

Thor screams out in pain as the referee pays close attention to his hand. He keeps it high and away from the mat, doing everything in his power not to surrender to the pain and submit. Stasi pulls back on the hold, applying even more pressure, screaming at the top of her lungs:

Stasi: How about now, Old Man?! Do you fear now?! Do you fear me breaking your arm in two?!

As she is screaming, Thor manages to take her by surprise by shifting just enough to escape the hold long enough to knee her in to the gut enough times to cause separation. She charges back at him but Thor palms her face and shoves her back. The next time she charges at him he catches her in the face with a roundhouse kick.

Crumb: Wow! He might have knocked her out!

Thor signals for the end as he lifts Stasi up into position to connect with Parasite Eve (spinning tombstone piledriver). Stasi manages to drop to her knees, crawl between his legs, and roll him up with a small package.

One...

Two...

Thre...Kickout!

Both rush to their feet, frustration in their eyes. Thor swings for a clothesline. Stasi ducks. Stasi tries to throw a kick at his injured arm. Thor lifts his arm just in time to absorb the impact of the kick with his side. He then locks her leg in between his torso and arm. He takes her off her feet with a leg sweep and flips over her for a bridging pinfall.

One...

Two....

Thre...Kickout!

Both rush to their feet again, but Thor is slightly faster. He attempts to decapitate her with a buzzsaw kick to the skull. She is able to lean far enough back to dodge the kick. Thor attempts it again but Stasi ducks under it and rolls behind him. Thor, frustrated and dripping with sweat, turns just in time to see her charging. He catches her crossbody attempt and runs with her into the corner. He sits her on the top rope and begins chopping her chest over and over again.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOO!

Nelson: Both of these Icons are giving it their all in that ring tonight!

Crumb: Rose, how are you not as excited as I am?

Rose: Me and you are nothing alike, Crumbbum. I've told you that before!

Thor climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and hooks Stasi's head.

Nelson: Thor may end this match if he connects with this high risk move!

Just as Thor's superplex was looking hopeful, Stasi begins throwing hard shots into his gut. After she has got her head out from under his arm, she throws it back and slings it forward, headbutting Thor's bad arm with all the impact she could muster.

Crumb: That hurt him! Look at the pain on his face!

As Thor is screaming in agony, Stasi connects with another headbutt to Thor's skull, sending him flying back onto the mat. Thor slowly climbs to his feet, favoring his left arm. When he turns he catches Stasi's legs flying toward his face. She connects with a hurricanrana and smoothly transitions it into a triangle lock in the center of the ring.

Nelson: Herveaux has got that triangle lock locked in perfectly!

Crumb: Sah’ta has nowhere to go!

Thor screams in pain as he tries to make his way toward the ropes but being stuck in the middle of the ring leaves him with no option but to keep fighting.

Rose: It’s a wrap for Sah’ta!

Sure enough the consciousness finally fades from Thor completely. The bell rings and Stasi lets go, a big smile on her face as the referee raises her arm.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS STASI HERVEAUX HAS SUBMITTED SAH’TA THOR?!?!

Rose: Probably, “it probably wouldn’t have happened if he wasn’t old!”

Torres: The winner of this Third Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match via submission and advancing to the Final Championship Round...Stasi Herveaux!!!

Nelson: Herveaux with an impressive win here tonight but you have to give it up for Thor!

Crumb: Yes indeed! He put on one hell of a fight!

Rose: I don't give it up to losers! I give it up for Stasi!

Crumb: Um...phrasing?

The backstage area comes into focus where a disgruntled Tiffany Prada is walking through the hall when she is suddenly slammed into a wall. The perpetrator is revealed to be the five foot six strawberry haired woman dressed in black leather known as Willow Rainn.

Crumb: WHAT CAN TIFFANY PRADA BE THINKING AS WILLOW RAINN IS VICIOUSLY ATTACKING HER?!?!

Before Tiffany can react Willow grabs her head and starts to slam her head into the wall while grinning. After a minute the newest Lady Icon uses her hair to Irish whip Tiffany across the hall. Tiffany falls to the floor and Willow starts to deliver curb stomps to her body.

Nelson: We need to get security and/or officials back there immediately to break that up!

Crumb: Why is this Willow Rainn even doing this?!

Rose: With chicks nowadays it could be something as simple as Tiffany might have the same perfume as Willow!

Willow stops the attack and grabs a nearby steel storage box and slams it into Tiffany's back. Tiffany screams out in pain causing Willow to smile in pleasure. Tiffany tries to get up but she gets kicked into the gut. Willow reaches down and grabs Tiffany's arm and bends it it back until there is audible pop of a shoulder being pulled out of joint followed by the snapping of bone!

Nelson: OHMIGOSH! I BELIEVE PRADA HAS BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED!

Tiffany screams in pain as Willow releases and stands up while Tiffany lays there with her forearm snapped and hanging at an odd angle. Without a word, Willow walks off leaving an injured Tiffany writing in pain on the floor.

Crumb: GET SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION BACK THERE ASAP!

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“An Icon Crowned”

Coming 14 October 2018

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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.

Nelson: Well up next was supposed to be the start of the main event but it seems this strange person using Aaron Koston’s music will be making an appearance.

Crumb: What is this about?!

The hooded man takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's confusion. 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.

Rose: It’s just that loser Aaron!

Koston takes the time to high five some of the fans before finally making it to the ring. He runs quickly up the steps, looks around at the cheering crowd one last time, then steps through the ropes. The music cuts and everyone looks expectedly up the ramp for his opponent.

Nelson: Folks, I am unsure what is actually going on right now.

Instead they hear a loud thud as Kostan accidentally drops the microphone he just acquired from the timekeeper. He quickly picks it up and walks to the middle of the ring.

Aaron: “Whoops. Sorry, I didn’t mean to give anyone a heart attack. Everyone good?”

He looks around, pointing out a few people and giving a questioning thumbs up.

Aaron: “Good? You good? Awesome. How’s everyone doing tonight?”

A cheer erupts from the audience.

Aaron: “Well I am glad that you aren’t all tired yet, considering that yours truly is wrestling next.”

He pauses briefly as the crowd dies down.

Aaron: “But uh...before I do that, before Oliver comes down here, and we wrestle to what I hope will be a decisive end, I need to do something else.”

He looks around and runs his hand over his head.

Aaron: “Last week, in the heat of my match with Oliver Black I did something that I shouldn’t have.”

He turns towards the official standing in the corner who happens to be the same one who officiated the prior meeting between the Nightmare and the Artist.

Aaron: “I know that I apologized backstage last week, but that just doesn’t cut it. There is no excuse. I should not have shoved you on Chaos two weeks ago. It was completely wrong. I want you to know that.”

The official shakes his head and throws up his hands, insisting that the apology is unnecessary.

Aaron: “Yes it is. Yes it is. There are enough people in this sport and in this company who break the rules and take their frustrations out on you. You don’t need one more. Your job is hard enough as is. Isn’t it guys?”

Most of the fans in attendance clap for the official as Aaron encourages them to do so, joining in himself before putting the microphone back up to his mouth.

Aaron: “And so, one last time, from the bottom of my heart...I would like to officially say that I-”

NIGHTMARE!

Blast through the arena interrupting Aaron Kostan mid sentence, as Oliver Black struts from behind the curtain in a black “Nightmare” leather vest and a skull bandana. In one hand hangs a metal folding chair the other a microphone.

Nelson: And here comes Oliver Black!

Rose: Wake me up when they actually start wrestling because if I know Oliver this is abot to be a long winded snore fest!

Twirling the microphone in front of him Black slowly approaches the ring.

Oliver Black: Aaron, Aaron, Aaron. You stand out here tonight asking for forgiveness.

Black enters the ring and circles a wary Aaron.

Oliver Black: But what you should be asking these fans for is acceptance! For you are not sorry, Aaron you're scared. Scared that if you truly embrace your TRUTH they will no longer accept you, scared that they will turn their back on you.

Aaron looks puzzled by the words coming from his new rival in Oliver Black.

Oliver Black: Two weeks ago I saw something no one else did. Not these fans, not those cameras. But as we went blow for blow I saw it, when I looked you in your eyes I saw a darkness. And upon your face… A smile.

Nelson: These two Icons have come into Iconic Professional Wrestling and created a classic rival like no other in this sport.

Oliver Black: Aaron Kostan there IS a darkness inside of you… and you liked it! And I… I loved it. For now I know my true mission in IPW… not to win this tournament but to embrace your darkness, to cradle it, to nurture it, to bring The Artist, Aaron Kostan into the shadows. Into the darkness!

Crumb: This is really starting to creep me out, right now. Oliver is giving off serious cult leader vibe!!

Rose: You should have met his sicko father!

Oliver Black sets the chair down in the center of the ring between the two men and turns his back to Kostan. His arms outstretched, shaking his head and yelling at Kostan to pick it up and use it. Before bringing the microphone back to his lips.

Oliver Black: Go ahead young Aaron, embrace it. Pick up the chair and beat me with it!

Aaron shakes his head no, in his face a look of conflict or distress.

Crumb: Did Oliver call Aaron young?

Rose: Quiet, Crumbbum...

Slowly Aaron takes a step towards the metal folding chair and hesitantly picks it up from the ground causing a large pop and chant of yes from the crowd.

Nelson: Is Koston going to succumb to his dark side?

Crumb: DON’T DO IT, AARON!

Rose: KNOCK HIS ASS OUT, AARON!

Oliver Black: DO IT! Don’t listen to the sheep, don't listen to your conscious… listen to your heart, listen to the darkness!

Aaron lifts the chair in a pose ready to strike. The crowd popping huge both with “yes” and “no” chants. Aaron frantically scans the crowd, almost as if asking them what to do. He is visibly distraught, lifting the chair and letting it lax again.

Oliver Black: DO IT!

Aaron once again lifts the chair, ready to swing.

Oliver Black: DO IT!

Aaron shakes his head and drops the chair, the metal clashing against the mat.

Crumb: YES!

Rose: iNO!

The camera catches the side of Oliver’s face, showing a smirk creeping across his lips as he raises the microphone once more.

Oliver Black: Don’t worry...you’ll learn to embrace it soon enough.

Aaron is standing, eyes still fixed on the chair at his feet when suddenly Wes Meyers, the manager of Oliver Black, slides into the ring behind Aaron Kostan and takes him out with a running forearm strike to the back of the head.

As soon as Kostan hits the mat Oliver Black turns back around as the two begin laying boots into Aaron Kostan!

Nelson: Oh, come on! This is completely uncalled for!

Rose: Did you expect anything less from Oliver?!

Ruthless, the two men continue their mugging before IPW officials rush to the ring pulling the two men off of Kostan.The crowd is going crazy as Oliver allows the officials to push him back into his own corner, his hands in the air as if he is innocent. Others begin helping Aaron to his feet, only for him to fall back to his knees.

Crumb: The upcoming match needs to be given to Aaron!

Rose: As crazy as that sounds, I wouldn’t be adverse to that.

After a deep couple of breaths Aaron finally stands weakly to his feet and stumbles back to his corner. Officials are draped all over him telling him he needs to go backstage, but he wholly ignores them, staring daggers at the man across from him. With one final look he turns to the match official, the camera’s microphones barely picking up his voice.

Aaron: I’m sorry about not listening to you last week, but I’m going to have to do it again. I am NOT going to go backstage and just let him advance.

Kostan winces, grabbing his stomach.

Aaron: Now...please...ring the bell.

The crowd roars it’s approval. Aaron Koston finally steps back to his corner of the ring and glares at Oliver Black. Oliver Black shakes his head and the referee calls for the bell---the match now officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

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

Oliver Black takes a few cautious steps toward the middle of the ring. Koston stands in his corner of the ring and watches him patiently, seemingly trying to find the perfect moment to strike. That moment comes as soon as Oliver Black reaches the center of the ring. Koston runs forward and catches Black by surprise with a big forearm smash! The impact sends Black stumbling back. Koston suddenly gets much more aggressive, hitting Black in the chest with a chop, and then a second, and then a third.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOO!

Black tries to recover, but the aggression of the former EHWF Junior Heavyweight Champion keeps him from doing so. Koston then grabs hold of the former EHWF Heavyweight Champion and shoots him across the ring---catching him on the rebound with a big tilt-a-whirl slam that has the fans going nuts!

Nelson: These fans are loving everything that Aaron Koston is doing!

Rose: That's fine and I don't blame them!

Crumb: About time you joined the The Artist bandwagon!

Rose: Don’t get carried away, Crumbbum.

The fans continue to cheer Koston on as he takes another moment to enjoy the response. He then grabs Black by the hair and drags him up to his feet. Once Black is standing, Koston stays aggressive by hitting him with a right hand and then a second. Black stands in the center of the ring groggily. Koston picks up speed, bouncing off of the ropes, and charging at Black. Before he can do anything to him with his momentum, Black steps forward and cuts Koston off with a big European uppercut! Though Koston manages to stay on his feet, he is clearly groggy after the impact. Koston shakes his head and tries to recover, almost immediately charging at Black once again. This time, the Nightmare is able to step forward---catching Koston with a drop toe hold! Koston's face bounces off of the mat. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Black quickly grabs him for a front facelock.

Nelson: These two Icons know each other so well after having competed against each other on ever show since the inception of this company!

Crumb: A rival like this is what a company can be built on!

Rose: Calm down...it’s just Aaron and Oliver!

Koston is quick to try and fight his way out of Oliver Black's grasp. Unfortunately for him, not only is Black able to keep the hold applied, but he is also able to use his knees to great effect. Black hits Koston with a few vicious knees in hopes of wearing him down. Koston continues to fight his way back up to his feet, eventually succeeding in shoving Black away. Oliver stumbles a few steps, but quickly recovers and steps forward---catching Koston with a spinning roundhouse kick! Aaron falls to the mat as Oliver Black covers.

One...

Two...

Th...Koston is able to kick out!

Nelson: Very nice kick from Oliver Black, though Aaron Koston still has a lot of fight left in him!

Crumb: Aaron is EVERYTHING this company needs, guys. Hero, defender, and all-around good guy!

Rose: Are you on dope or dog food?!

The fans begin to show some support for Oliver Black, causing a slight grin to come across his face. Black grabs Aaron Koston and hits him in the chest with a chop in hopes of wearing him down.

Crowd: WOOO!

He follows it up with a second.

Crowd: WOOO!

Black then grabs hold of Koston and tries to shoot him across the ring. Koston is able to reverse the attempt. Black tries to take advantage of the fact by bouncing off of the ropes and trying to catch Koston by surprise with a handspring back elbow! Koston steps out of the way just before Black can hit. Oliver crashes to the mat instead and despite his best efforts to make it back up to his feet quickly, Koston bounces off of the ropes and plants him on the mat with a bulldog! Koston rolls him over and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Black kicks out!

Nelson: Koston with a very nice job of getting back into this match!

Rose: I'm always amazed by how easily impressed you are…

Crumb: Hehee...

Oliver Black tries to pull himself back up to his feet, using the ropes to speed the process up a bit. Once he reaches his feet, Black briefly rests against a turnbuckle for just a moment. Koston's eyes suddenly go wide in excitement, the fans rising to their feet. They cheer loudly as Aaron Koston runs at Oliver Black and leaps in the air. Black is able to duck out of the way just in time---thanks to a bit of a warning from Wes Meyers from the floor! Koston crashes into the turnbuckle instead and stumbles around. Black grabs him and snaps off a Russian Leg sweep into a cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Koston is able to get the shoulder up!

Black turns toward Wes Meyers and gives him a nod of acknowledgment. Black grabs Koston by the head and drags him back up to his feet. He hits Koston with an uppercut that sends him stumbling. He hits the ropes and bounces off of them, charging forward and hitting Black with a big clothesline! Black crashes to the mat, but nonetheless tries to pull himself back up to his feet groggily. Koston tries to keep control of the match with a kick to the ribs. Black grabs hold of his leg and snaps off a dragon screw leg whip! Koston grabs his own leg and tries to keep Black from focusing on it any more, though of course this only lets Black know that he has got something to focus on.

Nelson: This could be bad for Aaron Koston who is very, very good at using his speed to his advantage.

Rose: If Aaron is smart he’ll ignore the pain so that leg doesn’t become an obvious target.

Crumb: He’s smart. He’ll ignore it.

Smirking, Oliver Black grabs Koston's leg. He tries to set Koston up for a standing figure four leglock. Though just before he can apply pressure with the hold, Koston manages to shove Black away with his legs. Black stumbles a few steps before regaining his balance.He turns around and tries to grab Koston's legs again, only to walk into a small package!

One...

Two...

Th...Oliver Black kicks out!

Crumb: That was super close!

Black pops back up to his feet, suddenly showing signs of frustration. Koston makes it up to his feet as well. He steps toward Black and hits him in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. The fans are on their feet in an effort to show their support for the Artist. Kostn grabs Black and tries to send him into the ropes. Black is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring and waits for the perfect opportunity to strike. Suddenly, Koston throws himself forward and delivers a huge spear!

The fans goes crazy in support of their hero. Black wisely rolls over to the ropes to make it up to his feet and perhaps shift the momentum. Koston lines himself up with him and looks incredibly focused as he waits for the next moment to strike.

Crumb: These fans are going crazy!

Nelson: I think there is no denying that Aaron Koston might be looking to put this match away!

Rose: If it means that blowhard Ollie gets knocked out of this tournament, I’m all for Aaron!

Once Black is back up on his feet, Koston charges---perhaps in an effort to send Black to the floor. Black just barely sees it coming and gets a foot in the air, kicking Koston hard in the jaw! Koston stumbles back from the impact. Black runs and leaps in the air, attempting to plant Koston on the mat with cross body! Koston catches him and drops Black hard to the mat with a powerslam. Black tries to make it back up to his feet, but can't before walking right into Aaron Koston's discus elbow! With Black out on the mat and the fans on their feet, Koston goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre...Black kicks out!

Nelson: Every person in this arena thought that Aaron Koston had Oliver Black there!

Rose: I definitely did!

Crumb: Come on, Aaron!

Koston glares down at Black and shakes his head. He stomps away on Black before he can make it back up to his feet. Koston then grabs Black and drags him over toward the nearest turnbuckle. Koston makes sure that he is lined up and stomps on Black one time for good measure. He then turns around and begins to climb to the top.

Crumb: WHAT COULD AARON KOSTON POSSIBLY BE THINKING AS HE GOES TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE?!?!

Nelson: High risk moves are not something the reversal specialist Koston is known for.

Rose: Go big or go home!

When Koston reaches the top, he steadies himself and prepares to leap off. Noticing this, Wes Meyers begins to make his way over. The fans boo Wes Meyers and Koston turns around and begins to yell at Black’s friend/manager.

Nelson: Meyers is going to ruin what has been another classic match between Koston and Black with his interference!

Meyers and Koston glare at each other for a moment before Meyers walks away. Koston then tries to turn his attention back to Oliver Black---who is on his feet! Black lunges at the ropes and knocks Koston off balance, throwing him from the top rope to the mat! Koston stumbles back up to his feet and Black goes for his Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)! Koston pulls away as Black falls to his back. Then in one swift motion grabs Black’s legs, turns him over, and applies the Koston Crab (elevated Boston crab) in the center of the ring!

Crumb: WHAT CAN OLIVER BLACK BE THINKING AS HE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING LOCKED IN AARON KOSTON’S KOSTON CRAB SUBMISSION HOLD?!?!

Rose: Probably, “what in the hell is Wes Meyers doing?!”

Sure enough, Meyer moves toward to enter the ring when suddenly Jackson Felix Coltrane barrels down the ring. The Television Championship Finalist reaches the bottom, spins Meyers around, and slams him to the thinly matted floor with his Bank On It spinebuster!

Nelson: JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE HAS COME OUT TO PREVENT MEYERS FROM INTERFERING IN THIS MATCH!!

In the ring, Koston has the Koston Crab locked in. Black struggles to move toward the ropes. Koston leans further back into the hold which causes Black to frantically tap out! The referee signals for the bell.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS TAPPED OUT TO AARON KOSTON?!?!

Rose: Probably the same thing as me, “HAHAAAAAA!!!!”

Torres: The winner of this Third Round Heavyweight Championship Tournament match and advancing to the Final Championship Round….Aaron Koston!!!

Nelson: What a match! What a match by both Icons!

Crumb: But it’s Aaron that pulled out the win and is moving onward!

Rose: Aaron should give JFC the assist for that one!

Crumb: Jax didn't do a thing to Oliver, Rose! He stopped Jacob for sure! Be fair!

Rose: Right. Nothing...

JFC enters the ring as Oliver Black exits and joins the downed Jacob Meyers. JFC and Koston discuss something before shaking hands. JFC raises Koston’s arm into the air as the crowd explodes in cheers.

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