Chaos "An Icon Crowned" - 14 October 2018

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A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS “AN ICON CROWNED”!!

“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 “Bloodworks? More Like Oldworks!”, “#DarkKarnevil”, and “I’m The One Who Hacked The IPW Website! Happy Helloween!”

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

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

Nelson: In our first bout of the evening we will have a Triple Threat match in which two new Lady Icons will be making their debut when Florence-Marie and Jodi make their first appearance for Iconic Professional Wrestling when they meet Acrimony.

Crumb: Isn’t this the same guy that got disqualified and thus sent Astrid Sedin to the next round of the tournament?

Rose: Yeah… that’s him. Unfortunately he didn’t do what Micheal Graves did and put her on the shelf for a little bit of time. At least we’re not going to have to worry about seeing her daft ass this week.

Nelson: And in the second match of the evening we will see another double debut with wrestling veteran, Matthew “Silver” Kazama, going up against the mysterious Willow Rainn. What will both of these Iconic Professional Wrestling newcomers have in store for us?

Crumb: I am very anxious about this because Mr. Kazama hasn’t been seen in a while and he comes to us looking fresh and ready to go. I caught a glimpse of him warming up backstage before I came out here.

Rose: Of course you did.

Crumb: (innocently) What?

Rose: Anyway, I know what Silver is capable of from back in the day when we worked for the same company. But this isn’t that place and we don’t know exactly what Willow is capable of because… well… this is her debut. So we are going to have to pay close attention to this one.

Nelson: That we are, Rose! But out of all the matches this evening you are going to want to pay attention to Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson is looking to start a ruthless streak of sorts against Patrick Fisher.

Crumb: From what I understand, it’s been hinted through someone’s Twitter account that Patrick might be having some marital problems. So the question will be… will Patrick’s mind be in the right place tonight and will he be able to keep focused on this match?

Rose: If he wants to win he’s going to have to push all his personal stuff aside. This isn’t the time nor the place for him to even be thinking about that kind of thing. The only think he should be thinking about is his opponent.

Nelson: After we see that match, Alexander Rizzo looks to turn things around when he faces “The Hawkeye Warrior” herself… Jessie Roberts. And Jessie has been having a rollercoaster ride of sorts in Iconic Professional Wrestling, so will she be able to turn things around?

Crumb: Both of these competitors aren’t the type that should be counted out when they’re down. Both are fighters… especially Jessie. We’ve really seen what she can do.

Rose: Honestly, and I’m saying this nicely, it feels like it’s a bit of a filler match to be honest. I heard rumors going around that there are a few people who say this is their “pee break” match. I don’t know if I should agree or care about this match to be quite frank.

Nelson: Way to sound a tad bit repetitive, Rose. Well the last match before our two championship matches is another Triple Threat where we will see “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus going against the likes of “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor and “The Nightmare” Oliver Black.

Rose: Well Stasi quieted the storm that is Old Man Sah’ta and Aaron proved that Oliver really isn’t a nightmare.

Crumb: Do you really have to be so mean, Rose?

Rose: What? It’s the truth. They both lost their matches on the last show and so I really do believe they need new nicknames. Stasi should be called the raging storm because she’s been tearing it up since her debut.

Nelson: I have never heard anything more true come out of your mouth before. And I know that Lazarus is going to also be paying some close attention to our next match because his lady Brianna Rissi is going to be facing off against Jackson Felix Coltrane where the winner will be crowned the inaugural Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion.

Crumb: After finding themselves in this tournament after losing their respective first round matches of the other one, both Brianna and Jax have been proving why they both deserve to be in this final. And honestly, it gets me all excited.

Rose: It doesn’t take much to get you there does it, Crumbbum? But it is going to be interesting to see if Brianna fights for this because it did seem there for a little bit that she really didn’t care about this title or the tournament. She finds herself in the finals… so is she going to fight or not?

Nelson: And then there is the match that everybody has packed themselves in here to see… the finals of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament where Stasi Herveaux will be facing off against a man that is the last Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Transplant left in the tournament… Aaron Kostan.

Crumb: She is still very much a rookie while he’s just a little more of a veteran. But Stasi did put Sah’ta Thor to sleep. Can she do it again here tonight?

Rose: Both of these Icons got rocked when Micheal Graves was suspended and removed, making the Triple Threat a singles match. And I know that they are both going to be fighting harder than ever to walk out with IPW’s biggest prize.

Nelson: Well that is enough from us! Without further ado, it is time for Chaos “An Icon Crowned”!


Torres: The following is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!

"The Bass Song" by the Posters begins to play. Florence-Marie slowly walks out into the center of the ramp, swinging her long hair with her hand. She makes a stop at the top of the ramp giving her opponent a look, before flipping her hair behind her. She walks down the ramp, hitting a few hands before climbing up the stairs on the side. She walks alongside the outside of the ramp, bouncing to her music and stops for a pose. She then enters the ring by hopping over the ropes in style, centering herself in the middle of the ring with a look of confidence before her match.

Torres: Introducing first from Montreal, Quebec, Canada...weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds…..standing at a height of five feet seven inches...making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...she is FLORENCE-MARIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This young Lady Icon is coming in highly touted. The Iconic Professional Wrestling scouts have high expectations for her.

Rose: Don’t you say that with almost every debut, Patrick?

Crumb: Hehee...

The arena lights quickly turn into strobe lights as ”Time To Dance” blares through the speakers. Jodi comes out wearing a long metallic trench coat and white shades. She begins doing karate like moves with the glow sticks. She throws them into the crowd as she dances to the ring. She slides into the ring and continues to dance as the music fades out

Torres:Next up from Hollywood, California…. weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds...standing at a height of five feet six inches….making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….she is JODDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Wait, wait, wait...before you say anything, Patrick, this Jodi chick has high expectations from the IPW brass too, huh?

Nelson: Well, actually…

Crumb: I think she’s a tad bit weird. Have you guys seen her videos?

Rose: I think she’s on some kind of drugs, honestly.

Nelson: For the record, no Icon employed by Iconic Professional Wrestling partakes in the abuse of any illegal substances.

Rose: Marijuana is legal in this state...

The lights dim as the opening verse of “Toxic Pretender” by Vanna begin to play around the arena. After thirteen seconds we hear the phrase “YOU F*CK*NG DISGUST ME!!” erupt as the lights flash in dark purple and red hues purple. In the shadows of the darkness Acrimony make his way onto the stage from behind the curtain. Walking to the far left side of the stage Acrimony stares out at the crowd from under the hood of his unzipped black hoodie. Walking back to the center of the stage, Acrimony drops to his knees and lets in a deep breath as he places both arms behind his head before pulling himself back to his feet and making his way down to the ring.

Torres: Finally from a State of Bitterness...weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….representing The Dark Karnevil….he is ACRIMONNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As Acrimony reaches the end of the entrance ramp, rolls under the bottom rope, and makes his way to the far right corner of the ring. Standing on the second turnbuckle Acrimony stretches his arms out wide as he keeps his head down before pulling them in to form an X under his chin. Lifting up his head up, Acrimony lets out a sick, sinister laugh to the crowd before fixating his gaze over at the announce table before hopping down off the turnbuckle. Taking a seat in the same corner, Acrimony runs his hands through his hair, pulling at it while he waits for the match to begin.

Nelson: This Icon made a statement weeks ago when he made his debut.

Rose: He sure the hell did! If only he could have succeeded in hurting ASStrid permanently!

Crumb: Acrimony has stated he’s not here to win matches but to hurt people. And now that he’s hooked up with like minded people, I think the Dark Karnevil is going to be a real problem.

The referee looks at all three Icons to make sure they are ready for the upcoming match. They all nod before the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---Triple Threat Match: Debut Match: Florence-Marie vs. Jodi vs. Acrimony---

Almost immediately, Acrimony turns his attention over toward Jodi and takes her off of her feet with a big clothesline! Florence-Marie runs at Acrimony and hits him in the mouth with a few forearm smashes. She grabs Acrimony and shoots him across the ring. Florence-Marie steps toward the middle of the ring to meet him on the rebound, only to have Acrimony springboard off of the ropes and nearly take Florence-Marie's head off with a springboard European uppercut! Florence-Marie rolls over toward the ropes to try and pull herself back up to her feet---only to have Acrimony connect with a vicious knee strike!

Nelson: Acrimony has started off with a very vicious streak of aggression!

Rose: That probably isn't great news for Florence-Marie or Jodi!

Crumb: You know they can be called “Flo-Jo” if they ever teamed?

Jodi pulls herself back up to her feet and runs at Acrimony from behind. She hits him in the back of the head with an elbow shot and then a second. The impact of both of the blows sends Acrimony stumbling. Jodi grabs him from behind and lifts Acrimony into the air, slamming him down to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex!

Jodi grabs Acrimony to drag him back up to his feet---only to have Florence-Marie springboard into the ring and hit Jodi with a dropkick!

Rose: So much for the alliance they were talking about earlier this week.

Nelson: In this type of match alliance are very short lived, Rose.

Jodi pulls himself back up to his feet with the help of the ropes, leaning against the turnbuckle! Florence-Marie charges in and hits Jodi with a big splash in the corner! She grabs Jodi and drags her over toward the center of the ring---only to have Jodi shove her away! Florence-Marie stumbles and tries to regain her footing, only to have Acrimony grab her from behind and send Florence-Marie halfway across the ring with a release German suplex!

Nelson: Acrimony is proving that he is a force to be reckoned with in this match!

Crumb: He still needs to make sure he finds a way to win this match…

Rose: You know he doesn’t care about winning, Todd.

Florence-Marie slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Jodi charges out of the corner and hits Acrimony with an elbow shot to the face. Acrimony staggers as Jodi tries to charge at him again---only to get caught with a kick to the ribs! Acrimony pulls her in and plants Jodi in the middle of the ring with Rancor (cobra clutch suplex)! Back to his feet, Acrimony drags Jodi up and delivers Malice (ripcord jumping knee) perfectly.

Nelson: Acrimony in full command of this match!

Acrimony smirks as he gets ready to drag Jodi back up to her feet. Florence-Marie grabs Acrimony and throws him hard into the turnbuckle! She then grabs Jodi and lifts her back up to her feet! Florence-Marie connects with a spinning heel kick that sends Jodi through the ropes and onto the apron! Florence-Marie drags Jodi back into the ring, only to have Acrimony hit her with a jumping knee strike! Florence-Marie falls out to the floor. Acrimony sends Jodi back to the mat with The End of Heartache (pumphandle half nelson Death Valley Driver)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN JODI BE THINKING AS SHE IS HIT BY ACRIMONY’S FINISHER?!?!

Rose: Probably, “he’s hurting us AND going to win the match?!”

Acrimony covers.

One…

Two...

THREE!!!

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

Nelson: That was an impressive victory!

Rose: I guess I'm willing to give credit where it's due...

The newest member of Iconic Pro Wrestling was walking in the back. He had a suit on and was rolling his suitcase behind him. He had a smile on his face and his hair was slicked back as he looked at the camera. He stops and shakes his head a bit.

Nico Rider: I’m Nico Rider and I will become an Icon in this company. That is why I am here hell rearrange my letters in my name and you get Icon. Yeah, it might sound a little cocky and people might not like hearing that but I don’t care. THEY need to hear it, they need to see why I came here and why I am going to be a star in this company, all it takes is a little work and I will get there, I will do it and I will be a champion sooner or later.

He cocks his head again and smiles.

Nico Rider: The last company I was in I became a champion and why will this be any different? You see I know how good I am and maybe others don’t but they will see it and they will be chanting my name because they have no recourse. It’s that simple I know how good I am and I know that no one can touch me in this company, I know I don’t have a match this week but when I do get in that ring I will win and I will keep on winning until I am sick of it, which well never will happen.

He nods his head again.

Nico Rider: So watch me when I get in that ring pay your damn money and realize that no one will stop me, no one will take me out and no one will be able to forget my name. And everyone will see that Nico is an Icon. Just watch and see.

He laughs a bit as he brushes past the cameraman and walks off.

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

The lights go out in the arena as blue and white strobe lights light up the stage. “Not Gonna Die” by Skillet hits over the PA System with the lights flashing in time with the rhythm. The black curtain is pushed aside and Silver Kazama steps out from behind it onto the stage. The crowd erupts into cheers as Silver walks over to the left side of the stage, his arms extended out to his sides as he panders to the fans.

He walks over to the right side of the stage and taunts to the fans again to another chorus of cheers. He moves back towards the center of the stage and begins to make his way down the ramp as he slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring.

He slides into the ring and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, throwing both of his arms into the air, and pointing to the sky. He climbs down before walking over to the far set of ropes, climbing on the middle rope before holding his arm up again and calling out to the fans. He climbs down once more and walks towards his corner. He pulls his shirt up over his head and throws it into the crowd as “Not Gonna Die" fades out of earshot and the lights return to normal.

Torres: In the ring first coming from New Orleans, Louisiana….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….he is Silver….MATTHEW KAZAMMMMMMMMAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: I never thought I’d see the day again that Silver Kazama would be wrestling!

Crumb: Um, you do know that he has still be wrestling part time?

Rose: Sure...but I never saw it.

Nelson: For the viewers that do not know or do not remember, Kazama was a stalwart wrestler for Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation many years ago. It came as a huge surprise to the wrestling community that he would return to a full time schedule after being courted by many other companies throughout the years since his semi retirement.

"Frankenstain" plays as Willow walks out to a roar of boos as she didn't let that bother her as she was in a trance her body swaying around as she walks down the ramp as she gets into the ring she sits on the bottom turnbuckle as she looks up at the ceiling muttering things to herself as her theme dies down.

Torres: In the ring next coming from Parts Unknown...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….making her Iconic Professional Wrestling in-ring debut….representing the Dark Karnevil….she is WILLOW RAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: It was at the last Chaos broadcast that this Lady Icon made an impact backstage by attacking and injuring Tiffany Prada for no explained reason whatsoever!

Crumb: She’s so spooky looking!

Rose: She’s going to have her hands full in this match but honestly I think she’ll be able to make an impact.

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

DING DING DING!!

---Debut Match: Matthew “Silver” Kazama vs. Willow Rain---

Both Icons approach the center of the ring, refusing to take their eyes off of each other. They then grapple up and begin to struggle for the advantage. Willow is able to gain it as she wrestles Matthew Kazama back against the ropes. Willow hits Silver with a few quick chops to the chest before shooting him across the ring.

Crowd: WOOO!

Willow waits for Kazama to come back on the rebound---only to get hit with a flying forearm smash! Willow pulls herself back up to her feet as Kazama delivers a few more forearm shots. He then pulls Willow into position and hits her with a snap suplex! Before Willow can pull herself back up, Kazama bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running leg drop. The fans show their support for Kazama!

Crowd: YOU’VE STILL GOT IT!

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

Rose: Yeah, yeah...

Willow wisely rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she is standing, Kazama charges to try and keep control of the match---only to have Willow get a foot in the air. The impact of the kick sends Kazama staggering. He recovers and grabs Willow to pull her toward the middle of the ring---only to have Willow kick him in the ribs. She follows it up with a second kick before sending Kazama crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! She quickly goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Kazama kicks out!

Crumb: That was a close one!

Willow glares down at Kazama before slamming the back of his head into the mat. Willow then grabs Kazama and wrestles him into position for an abdominal stretch---immediately hitting Kazama in the ribs with a few elbow shots to wear him down.

Willow continues to deliver a few hard elbow shots to the ribs of Kazama, who does what he can to reach the ropes. Willow continues to work on the midsection. Kazama finally gets a few fingers on the ropes. The referee forces Willow to break the hold. Willow steps back a few steps and the referee backs away.

Nelson: Surprisingly Rainn released the hold without any issue.

Rose: That is surprising.

Willow charges forward and hits Kazama with an elbow shot! Kazama stumbles around. Willow tries to drag Kazama in toward her. Kazama shoves Willow away. Willow recovers just as Kazama leaps into the air and hits her with an enziguri! Willow drops to a knee and tries to recover. Kazama quickly planting her on the mat with a running bulldog! Kazama hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr...Kick out!

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

One...

Two...

Thre...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Twice now Kazama has come within milliseconds of ending this match!

Willow pulls herself back up to her feet. Kazama charges. Willow goes for a running crossbody. Kazama catches her and spins Willow up onto his shoulders. He then plants her on the mat with the Silver Diamond (Cyclone DDT)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN WILLOW RAINN BE THINKING AS SHE IS SENT TO THE CANVAS BY MATTHEW “SILVER” KAZAMA’S SILVER DIAMOND?!?!

Rose: Probably, “he did promise he would hit her with it?!”

Kazama hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Matthew “Silver” Kazama!!!

Nelson: Kazama looks like a man who has what it takes to be in contention for the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!

Rose: Wouldn't that be something…

Suddenly jumping the guardrail and sliding into the ring behind Kazama is Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson.

Crumb: LOOK OUT, SILVER!

Of course, Kazama doesn’t hear Todd Crumb’s warning. Xstatic axe handles Kazama to the back of the head sending him falling forward to the canvas. Xstatic is quickly upon him raining down vicious stomps.

Nelson: This is a horrible show of sportsmanship! What is this proving?!

Willow scrambles back up to her feet and beckons Xstatic to lift Kazama to his feet. Willow tells the protesting referee to “screw off.” Xstatic pushes Kazama toward Willow who then plants him on the mat head first with a nasty tornado DDT. Xstatic shoves the referee back as Willow steps outside to grab a microphone before heading back to the ring.

Willow: IPW! Pay witness! I told Silver I was going to make an example out of him here.This wasn’t about winning or losing. This is about hurting you! I plan to honor that promise.

Xstatic hoists Kazama up to his feet again. Willow jumps up onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his head, and connects with a spiked hurricanrana she callsRiott Kick!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

She kicks Kazama a few times for good measure.

Rose: You know I should feel bad for Silver but he kinda brought this on himself.

Nelson: How is that even possible, Rose?

Rose: Well on Twitter the other day he was certain that the Dark Karnevil would hardly bring any kind of pain his way. “At most, a tickle” is the quote.

Crumb: Silver doesn’t look like he’s laughing!

Willow and Xstatic share an evil laugh before she rolls Kazama out of the ring with her foot. The duo follows after him. He whips Kazama into the guardrail before hitting him with a running knee to the jaw.

Nelson: Somebody needs to come out and stop this!

Rose: And get me some popcorn!

Crumb: You are one sick woman, Rose.

Willow lifts Kazama up but before she can inflict further punishment upon him Jackson Felix Coltrane and Aaron Kostan bolt from behind the curtain and down the rampway.

Crumb: IT’S JAX AND THE ARTIST!

Rose: They just can’t mind their own business!

Nelson: It is about time someone came down to stop this atrocity!

JFC and Kostan make it down to ringside and a deranged smiling Willow drops a barely conscious Kazama. Laughing like a crazed madman, Xstatic pulls Willow back. JFC and Kostan inch closer to check on the downed Kazama.

Nelson: This duo calling themselves the Dark Karnevil did not want anything to do with Coltrane and Kostan!

Rose: I think they made their point on poor Silver, Patrick.

Crumb: Thank goodness for Jax and Aaron!

~~

The ring is filled with four high back, black cushioned, redwood throne throne like chairs bracing a red cushioned black marble throne. . The seats are arranged in a semicircle with the backs of the chairs pointed towards the ring entrance. In between each is a black marble pedestals with a bottles of water on them as well a microphones, As camera cuts into this image the opening notes to "Ruina Imperii" nbgin to blare through the speakers as Sah'ta Thor comes out to the ring in a black suit and read tie under a black banded red fedora.

Crumb: What is this crazy set up for? And what is Sah’ta doing in a suit?

Nelson: More importantly does it have something to do with the news that Thor is of the Iconic Media LLC investors?

Rose:You two are dense. This is obviously the talk show that was mentioned to be debuting tonight.

Rose shakes her head at the other two as Thor walks down to the ring with a smirk on his lips before sliding into the ring, With the smirk still on his lips he moves into the ring and moves to stand in the center of the ring. As his music cuts off he slides a microphone from the arm of his suit and lift it to his lips.

Sah'ta Thor: "Greetings Iconic Pro Wrestling! As rumored this is the Chaos debut of my in ring show, The Bloodworks. Tonight I have some very interesting guests for you. So without further ado let me bring out the finalists of the Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament. My guests as this time Aaron Koston, and Stasi Herveaux, My other two quests will be the Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Finalists Brianna Rissi and Jackson Felix Coltrane. "

With that Thor lowers the microphone from his lips to await his guests.

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. Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of light with arms outstretched. At the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. He steps to the sides of the walkway to high five some fans on the way down. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps. He wipes his feet on the apron, scanning the crowd before stepping through the ropes.

He turns, cautiously watching Thor before approaching and sitting down in one of the chairs with a nod to the Bloodworks host. Thor returns the nod and reflects on the last time the two of them had been in the same ring. A minute passes after ”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember had blared through the arena and still there was no sign of Stasi.

Nelson: Where is Herveaux? Did something happen to her?

Crumb: I wonder if she got suspended like Micheal Graves did?

Rose: On what grounds?

A slightly intrigued Thor looks up the ramp with a slight frown on his lips as they all wait.

Nelson: I have just gotten word that Stasi Herveaux has informed management that she will not take part in this segment tonight.

Crumb: I wonder what that could be about? At least she’s not suspended, too.

Thor just shakes his head then shrugs he moves to sit down on the black marble throne.

Thor: Oh well, the show must go on as they say.

Thor shifts in his seat and looks on expantently for the Television Title match competitors to make their entrance.

Suddenly, the lights dim and blue flashes of light start to strobe. The song “I Will Not Bow” by Breaking Benjamin blares over the speakers. On top of the ramp, is the 5’0” Television Tournament Finalist, Brianna Rissi. She comes out sporting blue jean shorts and a black tank with blue skulls along it. She prances out, in a skipping style, and pauses at the top of the ramp, as she gazes down at the arrangement set up in the ring. Smirking, she then makes her way down the ramp, smirking at Thor as she approaches the ring. She stands outside of the ring for a few dramatic seconds then skips up the stairs and enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope. As she stands, she flips her hair over her shoulder and rises slowly, her eyes dancing mischiefly. She then bounces over to one of the oversized medieval looking pieces of furniture and plops down, crossing her legs, and leaning back looking comfortable, and awaits.

Nelson: This is an interesting turn of events.

Crumb: What is so interesting about?

Rose: Some could argue that Sah’ta's war against the Rissi Family is what helped killed the our old company.

Thor nods slight as Brianna sits slight surprised she had accepted the invite considering the history between him and her cousin one more person left to make their entrance he waited while getting his thoughts in order.

The guitar hits on “The Last Pale Light in the West” by Ben Nichols and out from the back walks Jackson Felix Coltrane. The arena lights cast a fiery orange around the stadium as the Iconic-tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring. Jackson smiles and Brianna, giving her a little wink as he sits down in a chair.

Sah'ta Thor: "Welcome to the Bloodworks. Tonight, we have all but one of the tournament finalists taking part in the IPW Television Championship and IPW Heavyweight Championship matches that will be later on in this edition of Chaos. Since our main event is only represented by one of the two contenders, i will start there. Aaron, do you have any last thoughts about your upcoming match with Stasi?"

Thor smiles as he lets Aaron Kostan grab a microphone.

Aaron: “Wow, jumping right into the deep end are we? You do not play around! Well the truth is that since she isn’t out here, I could probably say anything that I want. I could say she’s a terrible wrestler, that she doesn’t belong in the main event, her breath smells funny, all sorts of things. Perhaps I could start this show off with a bang and rub it in Briana’s face or even Jackson’s about how I’m competing for the top title tonight while they are wading in the kiddy pool...but I’m not going to do that. No,that’s just not me. Well..I guess technically I did say it...but I didn’t meant it…”

Aaron scrunches his face, trying to determine if what he said even makes sense. He finally shakes his head and continues.

Aaron: “So let me tell the truth then. Last thoughts? I’m here to compete tonight. I’m here to win tonight, but so is Stasi. As I have said before, she deserves to be there just as much as I do, and tonight IPW will get the Heavyweight Champion it deserves, whether it’s me or her.”

There is a slight chuckles from Thor as he listens to Aaron speak; He nods slightly then lifts the mic in his hand to ask another question.

Sah'ta Thor: "What can I say? Tonight is a night where sugar coating things is a waste of time. How did Micheal Graves being suspended affect your preparations for tonight's match?"

Aaron rubs the back of his neck.

Aaron: “Well uh not at all really. I kind of haven’t trained all week...personal stuff. Maybe we should uh, move on? We could talk about-”

He looks around frantically for a second.

Aaron: “What about my man JFC over here! He’s the reason I’m here. Well, part of the reason. Thanks for the assist again, by the way. Can we give him a hand everyone?”

Aaron encourages the crowd to follow him in a round of applause, to which they oblige.With a grin Thor turns towards Jackson with slightly amused smile on his face.

Thor: "Jax how does it feel to be in the finals for the IPW Television Championship after your first round elimination in the IPW World Champion tournament?"

Jackson: "I see what you did there Thor, and I’m okay with it. I did lose in the first round of the Heavyweight tournament, to you. I was rooting for you buddy, I was rooting for you to go all the way. Maybe next time, eh? Now, about the Television Championship tournament, I’m going to try my hardest to take advantage of this opportunity. You got that right."

WIth that Thor nods before turning to Brianna.

Thor: "Which brings us to you Brianna. Anything you want to say about your match later tonight?"

Before Brianna can reply the lights suddenly flicker several times before the lights suddenly go out entirely. The sound of chanting begins faintly through the PA system. The chanting gets louder over the course of the next few seconds.

Nelson: Now what could this possibly be about?

Crumb: I think we can rule out a failure to pay the light bill.

Rose: Whatever it is has bound to be more exciting than rest of the Bloodworks.

The tron suddenly comes to life with the image of a group of hooded figures standing in a circle chanting. The arena lights come back on to reveal Sah'ta Thor laying at the top of the ramp with blood on his face from an open cut.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS SAH’TA THOR HAS BEEN CUT OPEN?!?!

In the ring the Bloodworks guest are left untouched and the only thing on the set is Thor's throne. A bloody handprint now emblazons the black fabric of the backrest. With a final crescendo in the chant the tron dies leaving all wondering what was happening.

Rose: That was very….different.

Nelson: Here is a word from our sponsors while we get ready for our next match.

With that Chaos cuts to commercial.

~~

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

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: In the ring coming from The Karnival….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds….standing at six feet two inches...representing The Dark Karnevil….he is Xstatic….MATTHEW JOHNSOOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: We have already seen Johnson out here tonight when he and Willow Rainn were looking to injury Silver Kazama!

Crumb: Thank goodness Jax Coltrane and Aaron Kostan showed up when they did!

Rose: Wah, wah, wah...

"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: In the ring now coming from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….weighing two hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at six feet one inch….he is PATRICK FISHEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: I’m surprised that Patrick has been quiet on all medias leading up to this match tonight.

Crumb: I heard that he’s been dealing with the fact his wife took their son and left him by himself.

Rose: I blame that hoochie Tiffany Prada.

Nelson: Moving on to the match.

DING DING DING!!

---Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson vs. Patrick Fisher---

Both Icons begin to circle the ring while glaring at one another. They meet each other in the middle of the ring, and look ready to lock up, but Xstatic sends a stiff kick to Fisher's ribs. Fisher also catches Xstatic’s leg before he can get a chance to lower it and tosses him down to the canvas. Fisher prepares to put in a single leg crab, but Xstatic manages to lean forward and roll him into a small package!

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!

Nelson: Quick one pinfall attempt by Johnson!

Crumb: He’s so spooky though!

Rose: He's so resourceful too!

Fisher looks slightly impressed by the pin attempt from his competitor as both men are getting back to their feet. This time when they do get in the middle of the ring, they lock up. Fisher forces Xstatic into the corner until the referee forces them apart. Fisher nods his head, not fighting with the referee at all over the situation. As soon as the referee is out of the way, Xstatic bursts away from the corner, only to get taken over with an armdrag! Fisher quickly attempts to get an anaconda vice locked in, but Xstatic is able to adjust quick enough to prevent it. Xstatic gets to his feet and attempts to hit Fisher with a dropkick. Fisher barely dodges it, forcing Xstatic to land flat on his back. Fisher attempts an elbow drop to Xstatic. Matthew Johnson rolls out of the way. Fisher rolls over onto his hands and knees to keep himself off of the canvas before Xstatic delivers a hard thrust kick to his jaw.

Rose: GOOOAAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!

Fisher rolls back down onto the canvas, holding his jaw in a little bit of pain after that kick. Xstatic gets back up, taunting the brother-in-law of Tiffany Prada for a time. Fisher gets to one knee and looks up at Xstatic. Fisher slowly gets back to his feet. Xstatic tries to lock up with his opponent again, but gets a knee right to his abdomen before being dropped down to the canvas with a DDT!

Fisher quickly rolls up to his feet. With Xstatic is still laying flat on his back, Fisher leaps into the air and crashes down on Xstatic’s chest with his knee! Xstatic tries to roll over, but Fisher quickly forces him to lay flat again. He leaps up again and comes down with a second knee! This time, Fisher allows all of his weight to dig into Xstatic's midsection, but lifts his head up slightly to begin pummeling away at him. The referee finally tells Fisher that he needs to stop and he eventually does.

Nelson: Patrick Fisher displaying his own level of aggression.

Crumb: Hopefully they both stop on this level. I can only imagine where it could go if they do decide to ramp it up!

Xstatic rolls over, coughing after the attack that was brought to him. He gets to his hands and knees before Fisher rushes forward, sliding down to the canvas, and holding Xstatic in a headlock! Xstatic starts kicking his legs up and down, before staying firm and trying to get up to the ropes. Fisher applies more pressure into the headlock before finally releasing it to get back to his feet. He forces Xstatic back up to his feet and continues to lift him up for a suplex! Fisher goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...KICKOUT!

Fisher grabs Xstatic by the head and forces him to sit up before tossing his head back hard onto the canvas! Xstatic holds his head while trying to roll towards the outside of the ring. Fisher doesn’t allow him to get the opportunity to get outside of the ring. He relentlessly stomps away at the upper back of Xstatic! As soon as the referee pulls Fisher back, Xstatic manages to get onto the apron, hanging his head out. Frustrated with the ref for preventing him from continuing his assault, Fisher pushes him out of the way.

Nelson: Fisher does not seem to be liking the referee right now!

Crumb: He doesn't seem to like the rules.

Xstatic’s head is still hanging over the apron and Fisher grasps the top rope tightly. The referee shouts at Fisher, but he jumps up and over the top rope, coming down with his leg landing on the back of Xstatic’s head! Xstatic looks about ready to fall completely out of the ring, but with his body still under the bottom rope, that prevents him from doing so.

Rose: This is getting ugly fast...just how I like it!

Fisher lands outside the ring. He holds his lower back before bringing his hand up with an uppercut to Xstatic! Xstatic crawls into the ring. Fisher rolls back inside the ring, forcing Xstatic down so he can attempt the cover.

One…

Two...

Thr...Xstatic rolls his shoulder from the canvas!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS PATRICK FISHER ALMOST HAD THE WIN OVER MATTHEW “XSTATIC” JOHNSON?!?!

Shaking his head a bit, Fisher stands back up. He climbs up the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the crowd for a moment before he leaps off the top rope for a moonsault! Xstatic is able to bring his knees up to his chest though as Fisher collides with the knees and instantly rolls towards one corner of the ring holding his ribs in a great deal of pain. Xstatic rolls over onto one side.

Nelson: Fisher wanted to put it to bed, but Johnson barely escaped!

Rose: Yeah, Patrick got too cocky!

Quickly, Xstatic gets up to his feet and begins stalking Fisher. As soon as he gets back up to his feet, Xstatic attempts to take him down with a reverse DDT. Fisher manages to swing out of it. Xstatic turns around and Fisher hits Xstatic with a spear attempt. Xstatic dodges and Fisher crashes into the referee!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS THE REFEREE HAS BEEN INADVERTENTLY KNOCKED OUT BY PATRICK FISHER?!?!

Fisher checks on the unconscious referee as Xstatic rolls on the mat. Suddenly…

“YOU F*CK*NG DISGUST ME!!”

Acrimony darts from backstage towards the ring as the crowd erupts into jeers.

Nelson: Acrimony is here!

Rose: And just like that this match is about to get very interesting!

Crumb: No no, let the match play out!

Acrimony has a steel chain in tow as he hits the ring, rolls in and lands on his feet. He turns and glances over at Xstatic, who glares up at him. Xstatic slowly staggers up to his feet.

Nelson: There has been word floating around that Acrimony has joined the alliance of Johnson and Rainn!

Rose: We saw Xstatic and Willow earlier. Now Acrimony isn’t looking to get left out of the violence!

Xstatic eyeballs Acrimony warily, until Acrimony points towards Fisher and nods. A sick smile spreads across the face of Xstatic. Acrimony tosses him the other end of the steel chain. The two men stretch out the steel chain across the ring and stand behind Fisher, waiting for him to rise to his feet. As soon as Fisher stands, the two men charge across the ring and nearly take Fisher's head off with a steel chain clothesline!

Nelson: Oh my goodness! This isn't fair!

Crumb: Someone do something!

The referee is starting to stir as Acrimony bunches up the chain and tosses it out of the ring. Acrimony stalks over to Fisher and screams at the top of his lungs before snapping him back up to his feet. Fisher stands groggily for a second before Acrimony signals for The End of Heartache (pumphandle half nelson Death Valley Driver)... but he stops. Smirking, Acrimony turns to Xstatic, motioning to him. Nodding, Xstatic smiles in response and hits Fisher with Her Bloody Tears (black mist followed by headlock driver)! Xstatic rolls it into a dragon sleeper.

Crumb: Xstatic has the hold locked in!

Nelson: This is just brutal! Fisher nearly had his head taken off by that steel chain and this is just adding insult to injury!

Rose: Hahaa! I just love carnivals!

Acrimony rouses the referee and then slides out of the ring. The referee comes to just in time to see Patrick Fisher fading from consciousness.

He picks up the arm and drops it... ONE!

He picks it up and drops it again... TWO!

He picks up the arm a final time and drops it... THREE!

The ref calls for the bell!

Torres: Here is your winner...Matthew “Xstatic" Johnson!!

The crowd erupts into jeers as Xstatic holds his hands up in victory. Acrimony rolls back into the ring with the steel chain. He shouts at Xstatic, who drags Fisher around to the corner turnbuckle and pushes him up against it outside. Acrimony's smile turns into something evil as he begins to wrap the chain around Fisher and the turnbuckle a few times, holding him there tightly. Xstatic spits in Fisher's face as the crowd goes nuclear.

Nelson: Is this what we can come to expect from the unholy alliance of the Dark Karnevil?!

Rose: Yes please.

Crumb: What... what is Acrimony doing?

Acrimony digs under the ring apron for a moment before pulling out a small black box.

Nelson: IS THAT...IS THAT…

Rose: Looks like a car battery.

Acrimony tosses a pair of jumper cables to Xstatic, who hooks them up to the steel chain connected to Fisher. Acrimony picks up the car battery and marches slowly towards the corner, a wide grin growing across his painted face. He sets the battery up on the apron and grabs Fisher by the jaw, leaning in close, and giving him a kiss on the forehead. Acrimony pats Fisher's cheek a couple of times and turns back to the battery.

Nelson: NO, DO NOT DO THIS! PLEASE!

Like earlier, Jackson Felix Coltrane and Aaron Kostan bursts through the curtain but this time they are accustomed by Silver Kazama. The trio hightail it down toward the ring to the cheers of the crowd.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE, AARON KOSTAN, AND SILVER KAZAMA ARE COMING TO THE PUT A STOP TO THIS?!?!

Seeing the number disadvantage, Acrimony and Xstatic abort further plans to torture Fisher. They jump over the guardrail behind them and disappear into the crowd.

Rose: Dammit! Why do Jackson, Aaron, and Silver have to be so damn nosey?!

Nelson: Thank goodness that they are, Rose. There is no telling what depths of depravity Dark Karnevil would have sunk to!

~~

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

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....he is ALEXANDER RIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Hold up, hold up, hold up! Why in the hell does this guy STILL have such an elaborate intro package?!

Nelson: Why does it bother you so, Rose?

Crumb: Yeah...I kinda like it.

Rose: Because this dude hasn’t done jack sh*t yet has an hour long entrance!

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: Well this Lady Icon has done some things in her career and is continually looking to improve and accomplish much while here in Iconic Professional Wrestling!

Rose: Pfffttt...she’s alright.

Crumb: You’re such a hater, Rose.

DING DING DING!!

---Alexander Rizzo vs. “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

Rizzo steps up to Jessie and immediately lunges for her arm! Jessie sidesteps out of the way and circles Rizzo, looking to keep him at bay. Rizzo circles her as well and before he can find an opening, lunges for her a second time! Jessie swipes him away and wraps her arms around his waist. Rizzo immediately grabs her hands, preventing her from doing anything else, and then spins around her. He lifts her up for a backdrop, but she flips out of it, landing on her feet. However, Rizzo instinctively nails her with a back elbow, causing her to stagger back. Rizzo turns around and immediately grabs Jessie’s right arm again, but as soon as he does, she wisely grabs onto the top rope.

Nelson: Roberts showing great ring awareness!

Rose: You mean cheating!

Crumb: No one is cheating, Rose.

Rizzo grips her arm as she holds onto the rope. The referee warns Rizzo to let go before beginning to count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four... Rizzo releases Jessie’s arm and backs away from her per the referee’s instruction.

Rizzo smirks confidently at Jessie who lets go of the rope and returns to the center of the ring. She stares back at him intently, maintaining her focus.

Nelson: Smart strategy by Roberts!

Rose: What about smart strategy by Andrew who’s targeting her arm l? You're so biased, Patticake!

As soon as the referee moves from in between them, Rizzo charges at Jessie who quickly takes him down with a drop toe hold! Jessie locks her feet on Rizzo’s ankle, keeping him grounded on the mat. Rizzo swivels on the mat, looking for a way to escape. He then decides to swing at Jessie’s face. He misses with his first attempt and second attempts, but finally connects with a third, causing Jessie to break the hold. Both Icons scramble back to their feet. Rizzo quickly hits Jessie with a series of right hands, backing her up against the ropes! He whips her to the other side of the ring. On the rebound, Rizzo propels Jessie over his head with a back body drop!

Crumb: Did you see how high Jessie was in the air off that backdrop?

Rose: I certainly heard her come down!

Jessie gets back up to her feet. Rizzo pushes her against the ropes and whips her to the other side of the ring a second time! This time, Jessie uses the momentum to her advantage, swinging over and behind Rizzo with a tilt-a-whirl! She quickly looks to lock on her Snap Crackle Pop (Fujiwara armbar), but Rizzo resists, fighting against her efforts!

Rizzo quickly drops backwards, falling onto Jessie and breaking her grip. He rolls over and grabs her arm, attempting to lock in a cross arm breaker! However, Jessie wiggles out of it and scampers across the ring. Both Icons eye each other, gripping their arms.

Nelson: Both Rizzo and Roberts looking to cause some harm to the other’s arm!

Crumb: They both can be looking to end this match via submission.

Rose: You mean they're basically in a race to see who can break the other’s arm first? Now this match has my attention!

Jessie runs at Rizzo and immediately unleashes a barrage of kicks to Rizzo’s legs, to his midsection and then grabs him by the head and brings his face smashing down on her knee! Rizzo bounces straight up, gripping his nose Jessie takes a step back and then charges at him! However, Rizzo steps to the side and tosses Jessie through the middle ropes! Jessie however holds onto the ropes and maneuvers her body onto the apron. Rizzo turns around and sees Jessie there and charges at her midsection. Jessie puts a knee up, catching him in the face. Rizzo stumbles backwards. Jessie goes to step back in the ring through the middle ropes. Rizzo runs over, grabs her by the arm, and immediately twists it over the ropes!

Crumb: Andrew is looking to twist Jessie’s arm!

Jessie screams out in pain as the referee yells at Rizzo to let go! The referee begins the count, threatening to disqualify Rizzo!

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Rizzo releases his grip on Jessie’s arm and steps away from her as she falls through the middle ropes, holding her arm.

Rizzo then runs over and drags her to the center of the ring. He stomps on Jessie’s arm, causing her to yell out in pain! She rolls onto her side in agony but Rizzo grabs her and puts her on her back for the pin!

One…

Two...

Th...Jessie kicks out!

Nelson: A very close count!

Rose: If this Andrew kid loses to Jessie he needs to be fired on the spot...no delay!

Rizzo gets to his feet and sharply stomps on her arm again, causing her to recoil in pain. Rizzo watches Jessie writhe around in agony, a calculating look on his face. Rizzo grabs her arm as she attempts to get to her feet and jerks it! Jessie cringes. Rizzo maintains his grip on her arm and jerks it again! Rizzo keeps his grip steady and twists Jessie’s arm around slowly before bringing it down hard across his shoulder! Jessie quickly grabs at her arm, shaking it, attempting to get the blood flowing back into it. Rizzo eyes her and then runs to the ropes! He bounces off and drills her with a shoulder block, targeting the bad shoulder! Jessie falls hard. Rizzo drops down on top of her with the pin attempt.

One…

Two...

Th...Jessie uses her leg strength to kick out!

Nelson: Yet another close pinfall by Rizzo!

Rizzo quickly latches onto Jessie’s arm and locks her in an armbar, remaining on his knees so he can adequately control the pressure he is applying! Jessie fights and fights, attempting to get out of the hold. Jessie staggers to one knee, then to both her feet, as she stands, bunched over, Rizzo fighting to keep the armbar locked in! Jessie suddenly spins and rolls across Rizzo’s back, breaking his grip on her arm.

Jessie nails him with a kick to the face! Jessie takes a second’s breather to compose herself before snapping off a second kick to Rizzo’s face! She wiggles her arm, again trying to gain feeling back in it --- then runs against the ropes! Rizzo follows her however and runs toward her! He catches her off guard with a knee to the stomach and then grabs her arm again, attempting to go for another cross armbreaker! He tries to pull her down to the mat, but Jessie keeps her footing, fighting it. Instead, Jessie rolls through, bringing Rizzo down into a small package pinning maneuver!

One…

Two...

Th...Rizzo kicks out!

Crumb: Come on, Jessie!

Rose: Way to be bias, Todd...

Jessie gets up and Rizzo quickly grabs her by the arm and drives it down to the mat with an arm buster! Rizzo grabs Jessie, puts her in a hammerlock, and tries to throw her shoulder first into the turnbuckle. However, Jessie reverses at the last second and sends Rizzo crashing into the turnbuckle shoulder first instead! Rizzo turns around and Jessie grabs him and goes for an Irish whip. Rizzo reverses, attempting to Irish whip Jessie instead. However, she puts the brakes on and twirls and tilt-a-whirls right into the Snap Crackle Pop. Rizzo struggles to keep the hold from being applied, but it's to no avail as Jessie gets the submission locked on!

The crowd cheers as Rizzo’s face twists in pain. After moments of struggling in it, he wisely maneuvers on top of Jessie and turns it into a pinning maneuver!

One...

Two…

Thr...Jessie just kicks out!

Nelson: That was a close one!

Crumb: I thought he had her!

Rose: I hope Joshua is getting the termination papers ready.

Rizzo and Jessie both stagger to their feet, the toll of the match taking visible effects. Jessie charges at Rizzo. He quickly snags her arm and maneuvers his body and hers until he’s able to lock on the cross armbreaker! Jessie’s eyes and mouth widen in pain as Rizzo has the submissioner move locked in tight.

Crowd: JESSIE! JESSIE! JESSIE!

Jessie waves her good arm frantically before she latches onto Rizzo’s foot and begins to bend it back in an uncomfortable way. Rizzo’s eyes widen as he breaks the hold, allowing Jessie to escape.

Nelson: That was a quite a unique way of getting out of that submission hold!

Rose: Yeah but it looks like the damage might have been done!

Crumb: I don't know if Jessie’ll be able to escape it a second time!

Rizzo glares at a rising Jessie intensely and charges at her. Jessie hears him coming and sidesteps, sending Rizzo staggering forward, almost losing his balance. Jessie bounces off the ropes and as soon as Rizzo turns around, she hits him with Lose Some Teeth (superkick)! Rizzo hits the mat hard and Jessie leaps on top of him for the pin!

One…

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner...Jessie Roberts!

Rose: Pathetic…

Crumb: Good job, Jessie.

Nelson: Once again Jessie Roberts puts on a strong showing and gains a victory.

~~

The scene cuts from the action closing up in the ring to the backstage area. Butterscotch Monroe is standing in front of the camera, beside a large screen. She holds her microphone firmly, and when the camera man gives her the signal she begins.

Butterscotch Monroe: What a match that was... Right now I have some exclusive news to report. This week we will be crowning our Television Champion alongside our Heavyweight Champion, however neither title tournament has went on without controversy. Without it be the case of Michael Graves, or the constant interference's in matches within the Television tournament. Right now I have with me via satellite, Minx.

The camera cuts to the screen displaying Minx. However, gone are her pink locs. Instead standing in front of the camera is a rather grim looking woman. Her hair now as dark as coal, slicked back into two high pigtails, and her lips coated to match her hair. She sighs before talking.

Minx: It's a tragedy. A TRAGEDY I SAY. Everything that has been going on lately.

She crosses her arms across her chest. Butterscotch then proceeds with her questioning.

Butterscotch Monroe: Now Minx last week you suffered a defeat to Jackson Felix Coltrane, with some involvement of Brianna Rissi of course. Now this week the two will be facing off to crown the first Television Champion. After this, there have been reports of a possible injury on your part and as we can see you are not scheduled or even at the arena this week? What is going on?

Minx: She says it was an accident. Brianna. Do I believe her? I'm not sure so considering this whole back and forth this started when I did the same thing to her and her boy toy. But that was different. That benefited her because what I wanted to see was two strong women fighting and putting on a good match. But look how things turned out... Now I'm home, wishing I could compete and trying to make things right but I can't.

Butterscotch Monroe: Is it that you're hurt, Minx? Or does this have something to do with your defeat...

The words seem to have struck a nerve with Minx who winces. She pauses for a moment, biting her lip as she speaks.

Minx: Are you trying to suggest that I'm a sore loser?

Butterscotch Monroe: I was just a-

Minx: No... no! YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

It is at this moment that her lip begins to bleed from her biting it. It slowly runs down and she merely licks it up as she speaks. It almost appears as if she is smiling and enjoying it?

Minx: None of you have any idea. Things might be the way they are right now and the people that are on top might be on top, BUT THAT CAN QUICKLY CHANGE. Example one... MISTER MICHAEL GRAVES. We were rooting for you. How dare you?

She throws in a Tyra Banks reference, laughing maniacally at her own jokes. Minx clearly thought she was the most hilarious person around, despite no one joining in on her laughter.

Minx: Not only did you FOOLISHLY waste your chance at the title, but you wasted MINE chance as well as others you have beaten... JASON DAVE, for instance! If you were going to be an IDIOT like that I only wished you would have saved us all the time and did it sooner because maybe in the finals it could have been me, or Jason. But now we have to watch two... IMBECILES fight for the title and we have to act like they're the most worthy? The creme of the crop? WHEN THEY AREN'T. Don't get me wrong... Stasi works hard, and Aaron is not a bad lad too. It's just... I don't see either of their reigns lasting. Good luck to them both.

She shrugs.

Minx: But now back to what you asked.. WEEK IN and WEEK out things just keep going wrong for me no matter how hard I try. I try to be nice and it gets me nowhere. So then I try to be a little more cruel, and then it comes back to bite me in the ass later on? It just seems like nothing I do turns out the way it is supposed too. I'm not really interested in talking about why I am not scheduled, or what is currently going on with me. Just know that I am unable to compete this week and maybe not seeing me in that ring will make all of you a little more appreciative of what you have... Just because I can't compete doesn't mean I won't be watching. Whoever is crowned champion is going to have to answer to me! But you know, despite everything I really want Brianna to win... Some of you might think it is because then I can RIP it out of her grimy little hands. I am more than capable of doing so, but a part of me feels like maybe this is the LORDS way of saying he has another plan for me. That I am destined for greatness elsewhere... with another championship! My time will come in due time and I just got to be patient is all.

The screen then fades and the camera shifts back to Butterscotch, who seems uncertain what to make of everything.

~~

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

As "What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System, Corey Lazarus emerges with a stride in his step, a smile on his face regardless of the reaction he receives, and a sleaze aura that radiates from his pours. He treats his brown leather jacket with such high regards, he'll tell anyone within arms reach and outstretched hands for acknowledging to mind it, not really the hand-slapping type himself. If he see's someone recording his entrance with a mobile phone, especially if they're an attractive female, he'll break his no-touching clause to swipe their phone and take a selfie of himself for their Corey Lazarus fan page, it's the least he can do. He still wants the fans approval though, so he'll give you a few gestures of acknowledgement, but more often than not he'll lay against the top ropes of his corner, a lackadaisical way to either await his opponent or get across his otherwise care-free attitude. He isn't afraid to stick his hand down the front of his trunks and blow you a kiss with the same hand, be you his opponent or just the luckiest lady in the place.

Torres: Coming to the ring first from Newhaven, East Essex, England....weighing in at eighty two kilograms….standing at a height of one point seventy-three meters...he is the Hot Take….COREY LAZARUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This should be very interesting. Lazarus definitely has got a target on his back.

Rose: As he should!

Crumb: But even then, there are no teams in this match. Or, there shouldn't be...

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: In the ring next...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 THOOOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: On the current roster this Icon is as legit as it gets!

Rose: But of course. Though to his credit, compared to Oliver...Old Man Sah’ta might be a saint...

Crumb: You’re not going to let that old thing go about him, huh?

Rose: Nope! Never!

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

NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)

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

Torres: Coming to the ring last residing in Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds...standing at five feet ten inches….he is The Nightmare...OLIVER BLACCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

Nelson: Anyone surprised that Black is out here on his own?

Rose: Not really, actually...

Crumb: Why's that?

Rose: Well, we know he gets along with Old Man Sah’ta, if that's the game that they're going to play—and they're not, because Old Man Sah’ta is a “changed man.” But, I think that Old Man Sah’ta's presence means that Ollie might actually...play fair...

Nelson: You cannot be serious?

Oliver Black can't help but smirk as she waits for the referee to call for the bell. Corey Lazarus looks a bit cautious, turning his attention between both of his EHWF Transplant opponents. Thor, meanwhile, simply looks focused. Within seconds, the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

---Triple Threat Match: “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus vs. “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Lazarus keeps his eyes on both of his opponents, who---either surprisingly or unsurprisingly---both decide to start the match by going after him.

Nelson: You had to see this coming...

Rose: It's a coincidence! It's good strategy to make sure that you turn it into a one on one match! Get rid of the third party!

While the validity of the strategy is discussed, Thor manages to catch Lazarus in the mouth with a forearm shot that knocks him against the ropes. Lazarus stumbles away from him, only to have Oliver Black begin to hit Lazarus in the chest with a few chops.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

He and Thor then look at each other and nod. They grab Lazarus and shoot him across the ring. When Lazarus returns on the rebound, they both grab hold of him and slam him to the mat with a double hiptoss! Lazarus hits the mat hard, the fans booing for what they deem a show of teamwork from Sah'ta Thor and Oliver Black.

Crumb: It sure looks to me like they've got every intention of working together...

Rose: They're wrestling a smart match, Cumbbum! I don't know what you want me to tell you...

Corey Lazarus tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Thor refuses to give him the space to do so. He stomps away on Lazarus as Oliver Black stands back and watches with a smirk on his face. Lazarus finally makes it over to a corner and uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he's standing, Sah'ta Thor gets out of the way. Oliver Black charges in seconds later and leaps into the air, BLASTING Lazarus in the mouth with an elbow shot. The Hot Take stumbles out of the corner---somehow remaining on his feet in the process. That doesn't last for long, however, as Sah'ta Thor grabs Lazarus and launches him over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Crumb: I’m in no one liking Corey especially since he’s on this crusade against one of my best friends but c'mon this is a double teaming!

Rose: Look they saw an opening to wear down the opposition. When push comes to shove, they're gonna fight because they HAVE to fight! This doesn't mean anything other than the fact that Old Man Sah'ta is a smart wrestler!

Albeit slowly, Corey Lazarus tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Thor makes his way across the ring to grab hold of him, when suddenly, Oliver Black bounces off of the ropes and tries to catch Lazarus in the mouth with We Are the Witches (shining wizard)! Lazarus ducks underneath the knee and rolls Black up for the pin.

One…

Two...

Thre...Thor breaks up the pin attempt!

Both Lazarus and Black make it back up to their feet. Thor tries to hit Lazarus with a roundhouse kick, though Lazarus ducks it. Thor gets both of his feet on the ground, but before he can do anything else, Oliver Black runs at him and leaps into the air. The Nghtmare catches Thor with both of his knees to the face, sending The Raging Storm crashing down to the mat.

Nelson: Black hitting Thor right there was interesting.

Crumb: You almost wonder what it means for the future of this match?

Rose: I told you that they'd end up wrestling against each other! You were the ones that didn't want to listen.

Black then turns his attention toward Lazarus. He hits him in the mouth with an elbow shot, and then another, and then another. Lazarus gets knocked completely off balance from the impact of the blows. Black grabs Lazarus and sets him up for an Irish whip before pulling Lazarus in toward and trying for a short arm clothesline. Lazarus just barely ducks underneath it, drives his knee into Black's ribs, and delivers a snap suplex. Lazarus covers..

One…

Two…

Th...Thor breaks it up again!

Nelson: Sah’ta Thor there with that last second save to break up the count!

Rose: I’m surprised the Old Man can still move so nimbly!

Thor blasts Lazarus in the back of the head with an elbow shot before grabbing Black. He lifts him up to his feet and briefly looks at him to try and gauge his reaction. Black glares at him for a moment before hitting Thor with a chop to the chest.

Crowd: WOOOO!

Black fires off a second to continue to wear Thor down.

Crowd: WOOO!

Shaking his head, Thor steps forward, nearly taking Black's head off with a discus clothesline!

Crumb: WOW!

Thor looks down at Black in disappointment for a moment, but before he can do anything else, Lazarus runs at him from behind and delivers a bulldog. Thor tries to pull himself back up to his feet. While he is doing that, Lazarus grabs Black and tries to drag him back up to his feet. Black shoves Lazarus away before Corey can get him up. Lazarus stumbles a few steps. Smirking, Black hits Lazarus in the stomach with a side kick. Lazarus doubles ove. Before Black can do anything, Thor grabs Lazarus from behind and tries to set up for a German suplex. Black steps forward and kicks Thor in the jaw with a superkick! Thor falls to the mat and Black covers.

One…

Two…

Th...Thor gets the shoulder up!

Nelson: Black is NOT playing games in this match!

Crumb: He wants to win, Patrick!

Rose: Not only should he want to win, but he has every right to try! Unfortunately, he'd be much better off trying to go after Corey!

Black shakes his head in disappointment before turning his attention toward Corey Lazarus. He continues to use his legs to great effect, kicking Lazarus hard in the ribs. Kick after kick connects with the boyfriend of Brianna Rissi. Lazarus tries to cover up, but he is unable to do so. Black begins to chuckle, clearly amused with the situation. Suddenly, Sah'ta Thor grabs Oliver Black from behind and delivers a big German suplex that he bridges directly into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Th...Lazarus breaks it up!

Thor makes it back up to his feet as Corey Lazarus runs at him and hits a big enziguri that sends Thor stumbling. Lazarus tries to bounce off of the ropes to gain some speed, but before he can do anything, Thor drives his knee into his ribs. Thor then delivers a butterfly suplex----floating over into a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Th...Lazarus kicks out!

Nelson: Sah'ta Thor is on fire right now!

Rose: Now if Ollie's smart and realizes that the two of them are even...they can get rid of Lazarus and make BOTH of their lives easier!

Sure enough as Black pulls himself back up to his feet, he glares at Thor. The two Transplants whisper a few things to each other that the camera can't pick up. Thor drags Lazarus up to his feet by his hair. He hits Lazarus in the chest with a chop, and then a second, and then a third.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Lazarus fights back with a hard forearm shot that sends Thor stumbling a bit. He hits Thor with a second one to create some distance between the two of them before bouncing off of the ropes to gain some speed. Black steps in front of Lazarus and connects with a big clothesline! Lazarus hits the mat hard, but tries to pull himself back up immediately. Black smirks as he throws Lazarus at Thor, who nails Lazarus with a spinning backfist that sends him to the mat. Lazarus groggily tries to bring himself up to his feet. Thor smirks and lines himself up with Lazarus.

Rose: Old Man Sah’ta could be looking to end this!

Thor bounces off of the ropes but just before he can actually take a step forward, Black leaps into the air and nails Thor in the jaw with a knee that sends him stumbling. Thor tries to recover, but Black grabs him and dumps him out onto the floor. Shaking his head, Black yells something inaudible to Thor that seems to suggest that it wasn't personal.

Crumb: As the adage goes, evil will always turn on itself.

Rose: Wow, Crumbbum, I’m impressed.

Crumb: Thanks.

Nelson: But is Thor really viewed as evil? He has made great strides the following months to sway opinion on his public image that he felt was destroyed in Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation.

Black turns to refocus on the match before receiving the Instant Classic (jumping cutter)! Lazarus covers.

One…

Two...

THREE!!

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

Nelson: When Oliver Black and Sah'ta Thor were working together, they were dominant.

Crumb: But there are no teams in this type of setting...

Rose: And of course, Ollie couldn't let Old Man Sah’ta do what he needed to do! You just can't trust that son of a Misfit!

Lazarus quickly gets out of the ring before Black and Thor can possibly work together against him. Thor pulls himself back up to his feet outside of the ring, looking beyond frustrated.

~~



~~

Torres: The following is the Championship Round in the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Tournament! It is for the IPW Television Championship scheduled for ONE FALL and a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

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

Torres: Making her way to the ring first hailing from Melbourne, Australia…weighing in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet...she is BRIANNA RISSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Rissi is looking very focused!

Crumb: Brianna could be walking out of here tonight with her second ever championship in her career and the first ever IPW Television Championship!

Rose: Meh...

The guitar hits on “The Last Pale Light in the West” by Ben Nichols and out from the back walks Jackson Felix Coltrane. The arena lights cast a fiery orange around the stadium as the Iconic-tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring to 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: Coltrane has been very active tonight coming out to the rescue of his fellow Icons. Regardless if he wins the championship tonight, he has won the hearts of these great fans!

Rose: I rather have the championship.

Crumb: Jax has this in the bag. Trust me, guys.

Suddenly "Same Again" - the Slaves begins to play and Minx comes out with with a purpose filled expression on her face.

Nelson: What is this? Minx is not scheduled to be here tonight.

Crumb: Last I heard she was rumored to be injured.

Rose: Does it really matter? She is heading this way.

Minx walks down the ring while both Jackson and Brianna watch her with interest. As she passes the ring Minx blows both of them a kiss before moving to the announcers’ table. Once there, she sits in an empty chair and pulls on a headset.

Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, we are being joined Minx.

Rose: How exciting...another Chaos...another guest commentator...

Minx: Hello, hello. I just thought that it would only be appropriate for the rightful champ to come on down and get a closer view. Besides, I would not miss such a monumental match.

Crumb: “Rightful champ?”

Minx: You know exactly what I’m talking about! That should be me.

Nelson: Perhaps, but we did not even think you were in the arena. We all saw your satellite interview earlier with Butterscotch Monroe.

Minx: What do you want me to say? Surprise! The way you’re talking is making me feel like you’re not happy to see me. How about we just focus on the match.. ENOUGH ABOUT ME.

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

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

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

Samson makes his way down the rampway and enters the ring. He is given a microphone, walks to the center of the ring, and places the briefcase down next to him.

Samson: I hope everyone is enjoying tonight’s Chaos “An Icon Crowned” because this next match will be the first of two that will give Iconic Pro Wrestling it’s first ever champion!

The crowd explodes with cheers.

Samson: And it will be this ten pounds that either Jackson Felix Coltrane or Brianna Rissi will proudly wear around their waist!

The Owner Extraordinaire bends to open the briefcase and pulls out the freshly forged Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship.

The crowd explodes in even louder cheers.

Crumb: WOW, that’s a beautiful belt!

Rose: I have to agree with you, Todd. That is a nice piece of jewelry! Too bad you won’t get to wear it first, Minx.

Minx: You’re such a doll, Rose! Just rubbing it in a bit more, a little dirt in the wound. What’s that expression? “First is the worst…”

Samson hands the title belt to the referee before gathering up the empty briefcase and exiting the ring.

DING DING DING!!

---Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Tournament: Championship Round: Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Match: Brianna Rissi vs. Jackson Felix Coltrane---

Both contenders turn to acknowledge Minx before locking up in the center of the ring.

Nelson: What was that about, Minx?

Minx: Perhaps they’re nervous of what I might do, but I’m just here to watch the show. This is their moment.

Jackson goes to use is strength to get an early advantage. He pulls her close to deliver a standing clothesline but Brianna ducks down as she delivers a right cross to Jackson's jaw. Jackson staggers back as Brianna skips back to the corner. After a few seconds Brianna jumps up to the top ropes. Jackson steadies himself then lunges forward only to be caught by a flying clothesline from Brianna. Both Icons fall to the mat and Brianna goes for the pin.

Nelson: Early pin attempt!

One...Jackson forces his shoulder up as he reverses the pin. Almost immediately Brianna kicks out and the referee separates the two.

Crumb: I’m so excited for this match! Wouldn’t it be great to see Jax holding up the TV title at the end of this match?

Minx: You can’t be serious right now. Jax is a nice guy, but he doesn’t have what it takes to be champion. This whole back and forth is cute, but isn’t it just prolonging the inevitable?

Rose: So do you feel it would turn out differently it were you in there against Brianna instead of Jackson? I mean, you talk a mean game but you are as much of a rookie as they are. Probably the least experienced as a matter of fact.

Minx: You make a valid point, Rose. I mean based off the mistakes I have already made it is quite obvious that I have a lot to learn. Although, I also don’t think that just because one individual has been around longer that it makes much of a difference these days. Besides, I got to have confidence otherwise who knows where I would be...

Both contenders circle around each other looking for an opening. Brianna rushes forward with a clothesline. Jackson however, sees it coming and uses and arm drag to Irish whip her into the corner ring post. He goes steps back and then charges forward intent on hitting her with a shoulder check. Brianna drops down and rolls out of the ring just before Jackson hits the ring post with a resounding thud.

Nelson: Speaking of rookies, that could be considered a rookie mistake by Coltrane that he is paying for now.

Rose: You still didn’t answer my question, though, Minx. You feel it’s a foregone conclusion that Brianna is going to walk out as the first ever TV Champ. Would the outcome be any difference if you were in there against her instead of Jackson?

Minx: What would you like me to say, Rose? Would you like me to say that if I was there I would give Brianna more of a run for her money? Perhaps, but I’m not saying anything further. It seems as if you just want to pit two STRONG women against each other and I really thought more of you than that… I have a lot of respect for Brianna. Let’s leave it at that?

Rose: I’m just following up on what you stated. But if you want to run from the question it’s fine with me.

Minx: I just think that maybe you should focus a bit more on doing your job, you know… calling the match.

Jackson stumbles back holding his shoulder while Brianna circles the ring.She slides back in as Jackson moves back into the center of the ring. Brianna connects with a twist of fate sending Jackson to the mat. She goes for another pin attempt.

One...Quick kick out by Jackson.

JFC gets up and grabs Brianna into a half nelson. He cinches it in but Brianna elbows Jackson in the gut. Jackson breaks the hold and arm drags Brianna to the mat before dropping down for a quick pin attempt.

One…

Two.. Brianna kicks out and the referee breaks the pair apart.

Nelson: It has been a very back and forth match so far in this Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Tournament Championship match!

Crumb: It definitely has! I wonder what would happen if the match goes the time limit and no champion is crowned?

Minx: Would that be such a bad thing?

Nelson: Well I think in that instance, Samson would authorize more time to be added. I can only think that an Icon has to be crowned here tonight!

Both contender once again circle each other looking to take advantage of an opening. They lock up in the center of the ring trying to suplex the other contender. Jackson goes to Irish Whip Brianna into the ring posts but she hits him with a kick to the side of his head. Jackson falls to the mat as Brianna skips over to the the ring ropes. Once there she launches herself into air with a swanton bomb. Jackson rolls out of the way at the last second. Brianna lands on the mat with a resounding thud. Jackson goes for another pin attempt.

One….

Two… Brianna gets a shoulder up and forces the break.

Rose: So, Minxy, what’s up with the drastic change?

Minx: It just felt like it was needed. The brightness, the pinkness… it just no longer reflected who I am as a person anymore.

Crumb: I was really feeling the pink though. I think it brought out your facial features far better than the brooding darkness now.

Minx: I don’t really care what you think, Crumb. My appearance, my problem!

Crumb: Ouch! My bad.

Minx: I don’t hear you commenting about that cheap haircut that Jax has been rocking for weeks! Just another double standard I guess. What’s next? Are we going to talk about Brianna’s makeup instead of her in ring ability?

Rose: It’s okay, Crumbbum. She’s doesn’t know you’re ga---

Jackson switches to an armbar torquing Brianna's arm back. Unfortunately, his shoulder gives out slightly making him have to release the hold. Jackson gets up pulling Bri to her feet as he does. With a slight grimace he goes for a snap suplex.

Nelson: Coltrane not doing himself any favors by connecting with that snap suplex!

Crumb: “Double standard?” I just was complimenting that lovely pink.

Rose: You say your appearance is a reflection of a new you, huh? And what kind of person are you now?

Minx: I don’t care for your compliments, Crumb! That’s the thing you don’t get. And what kind of person am I now, Rose? The kind of person that might reach over this table and rip into you. That kind.

Nelson: Please, there is no need for any threats of violence at the table. We are here to do our jobs and none of that consists of engaging in physical confrontation.

Minx: Do I engage in physical confrontation, Nelson? No, I simply implied that I just might. Don’t poke the bear! I simply came out here to watch this match alongside you guys, and it’s been a horrible time. To top it off, we got Jax right now BORING the crowd to put the icing on top.

Brianna manages to elbow Jackson in the side allowing her to escape his hold. She spin kicks him in the chest. Jackson stumbles back into the ring post. Brianna rushes forward and his with right cross to Jackson's jaw. Once delivered she moves back to the center of the ring with a devious smirk on her lips.

Rose: The day you reach over her and touch me is the day you get shipped back to your dishonored family in London, teddy bear! Simply changing your appearance doesn’t make you a bad ass, little girl!

Nelson: Rose, please calm yourself!

Minx: You don’t scare me, Rose. So save it, you old hag!

Rose: No one is trying to scare you!

Nelson: ROSE, SIT DOWN NOW!!

In the ring, Jackson shakes the cobwebs out of his head and lunges forward with an Accounting Error (An Inverted F-5 where Jackson’s opponent is on his back across Jackson’s shoulders and is thrown off landing on his back.) attempt.

Crumb: Hey, look! Jax may be ending it here!

Minx: Unbelievable! But is it enough?

Brianna slams her fist into Jackson's shoulder forcing him to break the hold. She slides down Jackson's back and hits him with a Northern Lights suplex.

Nelson: Rissi has hit her finisher!

Crumb: WHAT CAN JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE BE THINKING AS HE HAS BEEN LAID OUT BY BRIANNA RISSI?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I can’t possibly lose this to a simple Northern Lights suplex!”

As Jackson lays stunned on the mat, Brianna drops down for a schoolboy rollup pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO….

THREE!!

Torres: The winner and FIRST EVER Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion….Brianna Rissi!!

Crumb: BRIANNA RISSI IS THE TELEVISION CHAMPION!

Rose: Unbelievable. You thought she was insufferable before…

Brianna pops to her feet and is given the TV title belt.

Nelson: Well thank you for joining us tonight, Minx. We hope to see you back in an Iconic Professional Wrestling ring really soon.

Rose: Pffttt...Patrick doesn’t speak for all of us.

Minx: Thanks for having me, Nelson! I guess you too, Crumb. Rose, I have nothing to say to you. You’re just a bitter retiree.

Minx drops the headset on the table and walks away from the table.

Rose: Bye, hoe….

The show was pretty much in full swing and the fans’ cheers could be heard echoing throughout the entire area in and surrounding The Barker Hangar. Back in the changing areas, we can Stasi Herveaux adjusting a strap here, pulling up a sock there, making sure that her appearance was on point because it was almost time to head on out for the biggest match of her career thus far, the main event finals of the IPW Heavyweight Championship tournament. Sitting down to tighten the laces of her boots, Stasi doesn’t see the lanky frame of her mother Oksana come waltzing in. So when she finally looks up, Stasi jumps back a little bit because she’s caught off guard and she looks around to make sure that nobody else is in the room.

Stasi: Mom, what the hell are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be in the backstage area.

Oksana: Did you forget that you added me as your coach/advisor?

Stasi: No, but it’s only on a trial basis and you’re not on the list to get back here.

Oksana: Well I told the security guy who I was and that it would be within his best interests to let me through or I would go directly to Joshua Samson and have him promptly relieved of his duties.

Stasi: The security guys aren’t around to be your pawns mom, they’re here to protect the likes of you and me should anybody try to start some sh*t. And they’re meant to keep people who aren’t supposed to be in the backstage area out.

Stasi looked directly at her mother as she stood up to her feet, planting her hips firmly on her hips.

Stasi: You haven’t even answered my question yet… what the hell are you doing here?

Oksana: I’m just seeing if you’re ready for your match. I caught a small glance earlier of that Aaron Kostan fellow and well… part of me thinks you’re right. He does look like one of those weirdo hipsters who eats avocado toast all the time.

Stasi: Cookie cutter… that’s what I called him… a cookie cutter bible thumper. He’s the one who had to go and drag religion into this.

Oksana: Well I just hope he doesn’t wind pulling something like my countryman who shall not be named.

Stasi shook her head as she reached a hand up and ran her fingers through her hair, sighing ever so slightly because well… her mother frustrates her about half the time.

Stasi: Look mom, I have a lot that I need to do before the match. So please, tell me why you are here instead of skirting around the issue or coming up with something.

Oksana: Like I said… I wanted to make sure that you were ready for your match both physically and mentally. You look like your ready to go but what is going through your head right now?

Stasi sighed again as she looked back into her mother’s eyes.

Stasi: I’m about as focused as I can get. The only thing I am thinking about right now is going out there and taking Aaron Kostan down so that I can walk out as the inaugural IPW Heavyweight Champion. It has been the only thing that I’ve been able to think about for almost a week now. I even passed up on Sah’ta Thor’s silly little interview display because, well, given the fact he’s a old fart who clearly is way over his head yet wants all the attention him because he’s an investor… it wasn’t even worth my time. And I would rather just focus fully on what is important which I’m sure wasn’t what was going through Aaron’s head because he chose to take part of that farce of a display. It’s just a joke.

Oksana: I will have to agree with you on that one… it definitely wasn’t worth your time. Your time is way too precious to be wasted on something so trivial. I guess the guy you defeated wasn’t thinking when he wanted to do it. Or he was bitter that you beat him and wanted you to be distracted.

Stasi: Well right now you’re kind of doing just that.

Oksana realizes thus and nods her head.

Oksana: I will leave you to finish your preparations then Anastasia.

Oksana turned and left the area as Stasi shook her head once again. Turning to face the mirror, Stasi gave herself a once over, making sure that everything was perfect as the scene faded.

~~

The camera pans up on Aaron Kostan elsewhere backstage lacing up his boots. He looks up into the camera before looking back down to tie his other.

Aaron: “Hello again Stasi. You may be watching, maybe not...I may just be talking to myself here, but you and I need to talk again.”

He looks up, a bit of a smile on his face.

Aaron: “Well, it’s more of a one sided...monologue type thing. You get the gist”

He leans back down.

Aaron: “Now I understand that I am talking to someone who doesn’t own a dictionary, hasn’t read the Bible, and doesn’t seem to understand the cookie cutter metaphor. The good news is, you don’t have to. If I were you I probably would though...if you intend to keep talking about them.”

He sits back up and stares into the camera, raising his index finger in the air to make a point.

Aaron: “I lied. You do need to understand the cookie cutter metaphor. You asked if I knew what cookie cutter meant. Yes. It’s pretty clear. Cookie cutter means something that is mass produced and lacks distinguishable features. Yes, wrestlers who insult every aspect of their opponent, even those things which don’t have any relevance, is cookie cutter. Yes, you do that. You are, therefore, quite cookie cutter.”

He turns and grabs his gloves from a shelf.

Aaron: “’Painting the canvas with my blood’ I have never heard that one before!”

Aaron slides on one glove and begins tightening it up.

Aaron: “’I have never heard of your father, so you must suck at wrestling.’ That logical fallacy? How original of you!”

He switches to the other hand.

Aaron: “’If you aren’t in it for the gold, why are you competing for it?’ I have heard that question so many times that I have decided it doesn’t even deserve an answer any more. Why answer a question if no one ever listens to it?”

Aaron makes a fist, testing his gloves.

Aaron: “’You have to be ruthless to win.’ Everyone I have beaten has sworn the same exact thing.”

One seems a little off, so he begins pulling at the fingers trying to adjust it just right.

Aaron: “’You clearly don’t have enough sex.’ Why is that just the default burn everyone goes to? I swear people start using it in sixth grade and then never stop. It’s just sad, and also unoriginal.”

He takes his hair down, and begins combing through it.

Aaron: “Not to mention how many words you put in my mouth. I never once said I don’t lie. I never once said I haven’t cussed before. I never once said people go to Hell for that. I never once said I was pure. I never once said that I was better than you. I’ve admitted on multiple occasions that you are, indeed, a fantastic wrestler.”

Aaron points a finger to his ear.

Aaron: “Do you even listen to other people’s promos, or just a few random words? Do you get the transcript printed out and use the ‘cheese of truth’ like in that vine? Is that how this works for you?”

He pauses and breaths deeply, calming himself.

Aaron: “Listen, Stasi...you aren’t different. Even if you were actually correct on what the definition of iconic was, it doesn’t change the fact that you most certainly are not that. What, you’re different because you live in America with a Russian name and you never grew out of your middle school emo phase?”

He laughs.

Aaron: “Let me guess, I just don’t understand you, right?”

His face returns to a serious expression. He rubs his face quickly with his gloved palms and looks into the camera with sorrowful eyes.

Aaron: “It’s a shame really. I kind of hoped that you would be, or that the gravity of this situation would at least make you consider it. We have the unique opportunity to be the first representatives of this company. I had hoped whoever won would be a beacon of integrity, talent, and respect.”

He shakes his head, pulling his hair back up as he does so.

Aaron: “I still wish the best for you in this match tonight Stasi. What I wish more than anything is what is best for that championship though...and I can’t be one hundred percent sure that it’s you anymore. Yes, I still think you deserve to be in the main event, though you do not seem to share that feeling for me. As far as talent goes, it is true that the person who deserves to win will win...”

Aaron stands and stretches his arms upward.

Aaron: “But Stasi, the champion will be iconic. They will represent this company and this sport and you...you don’t deserve that. And don’t think your undefeated record is enough...just like the New England Patriots in Superbowl 42, you can still come up short when it’s all on the line.”

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Coming 28 October 2018

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Crumb: This final match tonight is going to be so exciting!

Nelson: There has been a lot of drama surrounding a lot of Icons this week, but in the end it is Stasi Herveaux and Aaron Kostan that are competing for the top championship in this company!

Rose: And the company won't let people forget that!

Torres: The following is the Chaos Main Event! It is the Championship Round of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Championship Tournament! This match is for the IPW Heavyweight Championship and it i scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember begins to blast throughout the PA system as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the raven haired lady, Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area by stepping through the black curtain. She is holding her hands behind her back as she slowly and powerfully walks to the top of the ramp with a smirk upon her face. Once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as a wide smile makes it way across her lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp. At the halfway point, she starts skipping sideways, swinging and crossing her arms in front of her a few times, until she reaches the bottom where she stops and puts her hands back before her back as she smiles again. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up right away, Stasi puts her back to the ropes and smiles before removing her studded black leather ring jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.

Torres: Introducing first from Pasadena, California... weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is STASI HERVEAUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This young woman has shown she is neither a fluke nor a fly by night Icon!

Rose: Well, she gets to prove it again now, doesn’t she?

Crumb: Stasi has been my pick since the beginning of the tournament. You guys just didn’t want to listen to me!

Nelson: She looks ready for one of the biggest matches of her career!

Rose: Honestly, Patrick...I'm not sure why you'd think any differently…

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 Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of light, a hood covering his head, and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. For a moment, his lips move in silent prayer as he looks upward. Then, at the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps and, with a final scan of the crowd, he steps through the ropes.

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

Nelson: This young man looks ready for a battle!

Rose: Stasi hasn’t lost a match since she’s stepped foot into an IPW ring! He'll need to be ready for a battle!

Crumb: This is going to be a class A wrestling clinic!

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

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

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

Samson makes his way down the rampway and enters the ring. For the second time tonight, he is handed a microphone as he makes his way to the center of the ring. He places the briefcase at his feet before speaking.

Samson: So this is it! This is the moment that after twenty Icons competed in separate matches we have narrowed down to just two. Stasi Herveaux...

The crowd gives out a mixed response of cheers and jeers.

Samson: ...and Aaron Kostan.

The crowd gives an uproarious cheer at the mention of his name.

Samson: Say what you will, think what you will, but these two Icons have cemented themselves in the IPW history books for just being in this match. But only one can, and will, leave Chaos tonight as the FIRST EVER ICONIC PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Crowd: IPW! IPW! IPW!

Nelson: Listen to this crowd tonight in the Barker Hangar!

Crumb: What?! It’s too loud, I can’t hear you, Patrick!

Samson bends down to open the briefcase and to pull out the newly forged title belt.

Samson: And only one will wear THIS...

Samson: ...and proudly represent this company!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING---

Rose: If you don’t shut up with all that damn yelling!

Samson hands the title belt to the referee before scooping up the empty briefcase and exiting out of the ring.

Nelson: It is finally time to crown an Icon!

The referee looks at both Kostan and Stasi to make sure they are ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Kostan and Stasi both nod at the referee. He holds up the IPW Heavyweight Championship belt for all to see again before handing to Torres outside of the ring.

DING DING DING!!

---Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Championship Round: Iconic Heavyweight Championship Match: Stasi Herveaux vs. “The Artist” Aaron Kostan---

Crumb: TIME FOR AN ICON TO BE CROWNED!

Almost immediately, Kostan charges across the ring to try and grab Stasi. She ducks underneath the grapple attempt and hits Kostan in the chest with a series of chops.

Crowd: WOO! WOOOO! WOOO!

Blow after blow connects as Kostan stumbles a bit. He regains his balance and tries to knock Stasi down with an elbow smash! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt as well and leaps into the air, catching Kostan in the mouth with a knee strike! Kostan regains his footing as Stasi bounces off of the ropes. Kostan tries to catch her by surprise by lifting her into the air. Stasi responds by sending him down to the mat with a headscissors takedown!

Nelson: Herveaux needed that takedown to continue her good start to this match!

Rose: If Stasi knows what she's doing--and it's Stasi, so of course she does--she'll just keep up the aggression, wait for Aaron to make a mistake, and pick up the win!

Crumb: You got all worked out, huh, Rose?

Rose: Yep.

Kostan tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Stasi catches him on the jaw with a knee strike before quickly grabbing him and locking in a front facelock. Stasi begins to apply pressure and yells out at the crowd, drawing a mixed response from the fans that are able to hear her. Stasi shakes her head and ignores the response.

Nelson: This hometown fans have really not been fully behind Herveaux tonight compared to her past appearances on Chaos.

Rose: The fans are a fickle bunch.

Kostan uses his strength to force his way out of the hold, lifting Stasi off of the mat, and slamming her into the nearest turnbuckle! He takes a few steps back and does it again---this time Stasi having no choice but to release the hold! She slumps against the turnbuckle as Kostan takes a few steps back toward the center of the ring. He charges forward and tries to crush her against the turnbuckle with a clothesline! Stasi ducks out of the way just before Kostan can make contact! He crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers around, Stasi leaping into the air and planting him on the mat with a tornado DDT!

Nelson: Stasi Herveaux is absolutely on fire in the early going of this one!

Rose: I hope for her sake she can keep it up, because if she can...that's the end of Aaron Kostan as a main eventer and I can't wait!

Crumb: I think you need a hug, Rose.

Rose: Touch me and you die!

Stasi notices that Kostan's beginning to stir and grabs his right arm. She locks it into an armbar and begins to apply pressure in hopes of wearing him down. She continues to pull on Kostan's arm as his eyes go wide in pain. Despite this, Kostan slowly starts to power his way back up to his feet. Stasi seems annoyed as she yells at Kostan in the process. Kostan continues to slowly but surely fight his way back up to his feet. Once he is standing, Kostan shoves Stasi away. She stumbles a few steps before recovering and charging at Kostan---getting lifted into the air and slammed to the mat with a Samoan drop for her efforts! Kostan hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Herveaux has a smart strategy for this match, but it is really hard to ignore Kostan's power advantage.

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

Rose: Exactly.

Kostan grabs Stasi and slowly brings her back up to her feet. He hits her in the mouth with an elbow shot and then a second. Stasi stumbles back from the impact of both. Kostan grabs her by the arm and pulls her in, trying to hit Stasi with a clothesline! She ducks underneath the attempt and creates a bit of space between them. Smirking, she leaps into the air, hitting Kostan with a Pele kick that sends him crashing to the mat! The fans cheer for Stasi's show of athleticism. Stasi hooks the leg for the cover..

One…

Two...

Th...KICK OUT!

Kostan slowly stumbles back up to his feet. Stasi notices an opening and bounces off of the ropes. She tries to get close to Kostan to keep her momentum going, only to have Kostan step toward her and catch her by surprise with a back elbow shot! The impact knocks Stasi to the mat. Kostan pulls her up to her feet. He powers Stasi into the air to deliver a butterfly suplex, throwing her halfway across the ring in the process!

Nelson: The story of this match has definitely been the speed of Stasi Herveaux against the size advantage of Aaron Kostan!

Rose: I guess we'll just have to wait and see which ends up winning in the end!

Crumb: Come on Stasi! No, no, come on Aaron! I’m so torn!

Stasi pulls herself back up to her feet, leaning against the ropes and practically daring Kostan to come after her. Kostan takes the bait and charges at Stasi, who ducks out of the way. Stasi grabs Kostan's right arm and drapes it over the ropes, using them for extra leverage as she continues to try and wear Kostan down. The referee comes over and counts for the break.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Stasi releases the hold with a smirk on her face.

Nelson: I completely understand the mantra of doing everything possible to win a match but Herveaux is really pushing the boundaries so far.

Rose: By any means necessary, Patrick!

Crumb: I think it may have something to do with her bringing in her mother as her coach. You know those Russians are.

Stasi grabs Kostan and sends him hard into the turnbuckle. She then grabs him from behind, spins him around, and delivers a Russian leg sweep! Stasi covers.

One…

Two...

Thr...KICK OUT!

Nelson: We were a millisecond from crowning Stasi Herveaux as the first ever Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion!

Rose: Dammit, Stasi! Come on!

Crumb: Bias much, Rose?

Rose: Shaddup!

Stasi waits for Kostan to start pulling himself back up to his feet. She tries to set him up for a Migraine (heel kick to the back of the head), but Kostan blocks the attempt! Stasi staggers a few steps before recovering and charging at Kostan---getting caught with his Airplane Spin (airplane spin into a fireman’s carry neckbreaker) instead! He hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two...

Thre...KICK OUT!

Nelson: And now Kostan was just a millisecond from becoming the first ever Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion!

Crumb: Come on, Aaron!

Rose: Now who’s being bias?

Stasi slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Kostan lines himself up with her. Once Stasi is standing, Kostan charges! Stasi leaps into the air and catches Kostan by surprise with a hurricanrana instead! Kostan tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Stasi charge and deliver the Wire Shut (double knee facebreaker)! The fans give a decidedly mixed response as Stasi hooks the leg.

One...

Two…

Thre...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Oh wow, that was another close one!

Rose: Do it again, Stasi!

Stasi Herveaux glares at Kostan and mumbles something to him. She slaps him across the face and waits as Kostan drags himself back up to his feet.

Crumb: What was the slap in the face for?!

Once Kostan is standing, Stasi charges and gets caught with an urinage! Kostan hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Can you believe that she kicked out of that one?

Crumb: Stasi wants to keep on fighting!

Kostan looks down at Stasi in complete and utter disbelief. She slowly starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Stasi is standing, Kostan runs at her and tries for a clothesline. Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and bounces off of the far ropes. On the return, she hits Kostan with a forearm smash that sends him staggering. She bounces off of the ropes and tries again---Kostan trying to cut her off with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Stasi lands on her feet behind Kostan and hits him with an enziguri that sends Kostan stumbling. She charges at him. Kostan turns around and connects with a discus elbow to the bridge of her nose!

Crumb: WHAT CAN STASI HERVEAUX BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTAN HAS BUSTED HER NOSE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “it must be lady time ‘cause that’s a lot of blood!”

Disoriented, Stasi staggers back and bounces off the ropes right into the clutches of Kostan. He pulls her up onto his shoulders before coming down with Finale (Argentina DDT). Stasi lands on the mat awkwardly and is seemingly out cold. Kostan covers.

One…

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THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...and the FIRST EVER Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion...Aaron Kostan!!!

Kostan holds the Heavyweight Championship high in the air for a moment to the cheers of the adoring fans.

Nelson: These two went back and forth, but Aaron Kostan was able to pick up the win!

Crumb: I'm more concerned with Stasi, honestly.

Rose: That was an awkward way for her to hit the mat...

Though relishing in the accomplishment, he turns and looks over at Stasi, who is now being checked on by EMTs. The camera focuses on them a few moments longer before the CPW logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to an end.

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