Helloween - 28 October 2018

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO HELLOWEEN!!

“Enter Sandman” by Metallica 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 “Whatever Happened To Micheal Graves?!”, “I Answered The #CallToHeroes”, and “Happy Helloween!”

Nelson: We are live from the Barker Hangar affectionately becoming known as the Iconic Arena!

The camera cuts to ringside, behind a table with the Helloween logo is Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and Rose. A graphic appears reading, "LIVE-SANTA MONICA, CA". Nelson is wearing a black suit and tie while Rose has on sexy devil costume complete with rhinestones and Crumb is wearing an elegant evening gown, lots of makeup, and a flowing black wig.

Rose: I can't believe you wore a Halloween costume to the show this year.

Nelson: So… um… who exactly are you, Crumb?

Crumb: I'm The Lady Chablis.

Rose: Who?

Crumb: Well, haven't you guys ever seen Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil?

Nelson: Of course, but Crumb, he… er… she… er… The Lady Chablis is Black.

Crumb: Do you have a problem with that?

Nelson: No but…ah…

Rose: WAIIITTTT a second…Joshua told me you were Dr. Frank N Furter from the Rocky Horror Picture Show a couple years ago, right?

Crumb: Yes.

Rose: So, this is another year you've been a transvestite for Halloween. Is there something you'd like to tell us?

Crumb: Yes. As a matter of fact there is.

Nelson: There is?

Rose: HA! I knew it!

Crumb: Yes. I'd just like to say… that we've got an outstanding night of Iconic Pro Wrestling action lined up here tonight. I dare say it may be the single greatest thing in the HISTORY of things!

Rose: DAMN IT!

Crumb: What...you were expecting me to discuss my personal life? I'm a professional broadcaster here, Rose.

Rose: Said the man in the evening gown. Anyway who picked such an old song for Helloween anyway because “Enter Sandman” is so… 1984.

Nelson: Actually the song was released in 1991 and from what I heard it was picked by the “Iconic Queen” herself, Astrid Sedin.

Crumb: Ooh, Astrid has a good taste in music.

Rose: I should’ve known...

Rose rolls her eyes as Nelson shakes his head.

Nelson: Anyway, in our first match of the evening we will be having a double debut when Nico Rider goes up against Flash.

Crumb: There has been an influx of new talent to IPW lately and I’m honestly excited to what both Flash and Nico have in store for us tonight.

Rose: There have been a few that have come in quickly and disappeared just as fast. Hopefully that isn’t the case with these two.

Nelson: And in our second match we will see Florence-Marie going against Jodi, two Lady Icons who are looking to pick up their first win.

Crumb: After losing in their debuts to Acrimony, you know that both of these ladies are going to be giving it their all.

Rose: There are a lot of women in this company that want to be the best, but I do believe that both of these women could be that… one day.

Nelson: Another two Lady Icons who are looking to rise to the top are “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts and Minx. Minx recently changed her look from pink hair to black hair.

Crumb: I kind of liked the pink hair because it set her apart from the other Lady Icons of this company. But hey, to each their own I guess.

Rose: Honestly, and this pains me to say this, before Jodi came and Minx dyed her hair, she and Astrid were like, the only two that didn’t have dark hair. Oh wait… Jessie is blonde too but meh.

Nelson: In our first Extreme match of the night, and there are three, we will see the previously mentioned Acrimony going against Matthew “Silver” Kazama.

Crumb: I have a feeling that Acrimony might be up to his old tricks. He seems to be well versed in the extreme.

Rose: Now don’t go counting Silver out now… you never know what someone has planned for their match. It could end up playing out in his favor.

Nelson: I think that the match a lot of people are looking toward is the Handicap match that is going to be pitching “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor against Stasi Herveaux and the “Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin.

Crumb: After what happened at the last edition of Chaos, everyone is wondering what state Sah’ta Thor is both physically and mentally. That attack had to have taken a toll on him.

Rose: He is of an advanced age so he’s not going to recover as fast as like, Stasi or ASStrid would. And given the history between him and Stasi, this match sure is going to be interesting.

Nelson: And you know damn well that Sedin is going to want to make an impact to show the world that she can get knocked down but she will get right back up and make you pay.

Crumb: She has amassed quite a number haters and enemies in her relatively short career thus far and one of them is sitting next to me.

Rose: ASStrid is a pain in the ass who thinks she’s entitled to everything. But I respect her more than I do others.

Nelson: One of those enemies Crumb mentioned is “The Nightmare” Oliver Black who will be going toe to toe with “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus in the second Extreme match of the evening. I will be the first person to tell you that I am really looking forward to this.

Crumb: Me too! Both men have basically been going at it on Twitter and now it is time for them to put it all out there in the ring. You know that Oliver is probably sitting backstage right now plotting.

Rose: Oliver likes to think he’s all big and bad… but honestly, he really isn’t. So meh, this match should’ve been earlier in the show so that way all the Extreme matches weren’t all crammed here at the end.

Nelson: Well there is only one left to talk about and that is the Extreme Tag Team match which will be pitting The Dark Karnevil against Jackson Felix Coltrane and the NEW Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.

Crumb: Willow Rainn and Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson are… well I don’t really know what to say. This seems like the match is going to be playing in their favor… but then again Aaron isn’t the champion for nothing.

Rose: I feel like DK’s name is a tiny bit cheesy with the spelling. Like you’re so original changing “carnival” to “karnevil.” Like slapping the word “evil” in on there makes it scary or something.

Nelson: I’ve also been told that they’re not the only group to have formed and that another one of two of our esteemed Icons is going to be coming out of the works soon.

Crumb: And I think I know who they are and if I am correct… oooh boy are we going to be in for one heck of a good time.

Rose: Your peppiness is sometimes sickening, Crumbbum.

Nelson: Without further adieu, let us begin Iconic Professional Wrestling’s Helloween!

The lights suddenly go out as “Miami Showdown” begins to play throughout the Barker Hangar. The fans instantly jump to their feet. A couple of seconds later, “The Artist” Aaron Kostan walks out from backstage. Once at center stage he raises the IPW Heavyweight Championship high above his head in one hand as the fans’ roars ring off the Hangar walls.

Nelson: And the fans are on their feet for for the Heavyweight Champion!

Rose: Yawn...

Crumb: You should show some respect to Aaron! Regardless of how you feel about him, he successfully waded through the tournament the last two months and emerged as the IPW Heavyweight Champion!

Rose: Double yawn...

Draping the belt over his shoulder, Kostan walks towards the ring, high fiving fans along the way, stopping for a picture or two, and happily allowing the fans to touch IPW Championship as he walks by.

Getting to the ring he walks around it, making sure to thank every congratulatory fan before walking up the steps and entering the ring. He holds the belt high again before reaching for a microphone as the music fades out.

Aaron: “So, I’m not sure if you guys heard...but someone won the IPW Heavyweight Championship at Chaos a couple of weeks ago.”

The fans cheer as Aaron looks at the belt on his shoulder.

Aaron: “...and it doesn’t look like it was the previously undefeated Stasi Herveaux. Over the past few weeks I have said ‘the artist is a meteorologist,’ predicting an end to the man who called himself the storm. I said ‘the artist is a poet.’ Some commentators said ‘the artist is a loser.’ The locker room said ‘the artist is a nobody.’ Stasi Herveaux said ‘the artist is an unoriginal douchebag, wannabe hipster, who will not be remembered.’”

He looks down at the championship again, skepticism written on his face.

Aaron: “Well today it looks to me like the artist is a champion. Not just a champion, but THE champion. The written down in the history books, undisputed, undef- ...ok not undefeated...ahem...inaugural IPW Heavyweight Champion!”

Aaron walks around the ring, the microphone at his side, as the fans clap for him again.

Crowd: “You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it!”

Aaron: “Well thank you all, very much, but this championship is not just mine. I am not just here to announce that I won the IPW Heavyweight Championship. I am here to let you all know what I plan to do while I have it on my shoulder.”

Rose: Give Stasi an immediate rematch?!

Aaron: “There are many people in the back who are fighting for their own pride. To them, this championship represents the best in the company, and they cannot validate themselves until they have earned it.”

As he speaks, Aaron turns around, looking at the crowd around him.

Aaron: “But you and I...we know the truth, don’t we? We know that wrestling is not just about beating your opponent senseless, it’s not about insulting your adversary, it’s not about undefeated streaks, it’s not about ego, it’s about coming out every Chaos and entertaining each and every one of you.”

The fans cheer at the reference to their importance.

Aaron: “Without you, I am still teaching history. Without you, the artist doesn’t exist. Without you, the IPW doesn’t exist. Without you, the IPW Heavyweight Championship doesn’t exist. Seriously, thank you all for being here to support this every show. Go ahead, give yourselves a hand!”

The fans clap as the rhythmic thud of Aaron clapping with the microphone in his hand echoes through the hangar.

Rose: If you don’t sit down, Crumbbum!

Crumb: What?! I was just showing my thanks to our wonderful fans!

Aaron: “To me, this championship is a reward for a job well done...but it does not means that I am done. I promise that as long as I am IPW Champion, I will keep entertaining you all to the best of my ability and, together, we will make sure this championship is something special for years to come.”

“Miami Showdown” begins to play once more. Aaron puts the microphone down and claps for the fans in attendance again before raising the IPW Championship belt above his head.

Nelson: Iconic Professional Wrestling definitely has a Heavyweight Champion to be very, very proud of! The attitude and actions of Kostan is sorely missed throughout the sport as a whole!

Suddenly, the music stops and Kostan looks around perplexed.

Crumb: This can’t be good.

From the shadows of the gorilla position, “The Nightmare” Oliver Black slowly stalks. Giving the new champion a slow clap, the crowd booing in response.

Oliver: “And a VERY special thanks to OLIVER BLACK! For whom without none of this would have been possible!”

Rose: This went from bad to worst! After Oliver got beat by Corey Lazarus last Chaos in that Triple Threat match I would have thought he would have packed his belongings in a tantrum and left!

Oliver: “For without ME…. YOU don't exist! You can come out here and play to these blind sheep. But it takes a monster to truly see in the dark! And we both know that monster lives inside of you and me both. And without ME opening YOUR eyes to yours, Aaron, you would not be standing where you are… standing with that!”

Oliver Black points from the ramp to the championship on Kostan’s shoulder.

Oliver: “But quite frankly Aaron, I am overjoyed to hear that you are not done! For yes this IS something special. But it's not all of this.”

Oliver points his finger around the arena and fans.

Oliver: “And it sure as hell isn't that!”

Once again pointing to the Heavyweight Championship on Aaron's shoulder.

Oliver: “No… what is special is this!”

Black points back and forth between himself and Kostan.

Oliver: “What WE did, THAT is special. The darkness growing inside of you, THAT is special! And Aaron, you may be far from done. But me? … I'm just getting started!”

Above Oliver Black on the big screen appears “The American Werewolf” Wes Meyers in the Hangar boiler room. Next to him a woman with a burlap bag over her head struggles and whimpers in fear. Wes having a firm grip on her arm preventing her escape.

Nelson: Who in the world does Meyers have captive in the boiler room?!

Oliver Black looks up at the screen, giving a small sinister chuckle before slowly backing up back into the darkness.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS WES MEYERS AND OLIVER BLACK HAVE WHAT APPEARS TO BE A FEMALE HOSTAGE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “this is probably just another reason why Helloween got kicked off regular television!”

Aaron frantically asks for the microphone he just had to be returned to him before running up to and stand on the bottom rope closest to the ramp.

Aaron: “No, we aren’t doing that today! No slinking off into the shadows. Come on back out. You think I don’t see what’s happening here Oliver? You can say anything you want, but it’s clear...you’re a gambling man. You had a feeling that I would win the championship, and you were looking to capitalize off of it by getting under my skin.”

Now it’s Aaron’s turn to laugh.

Aaron: “And this whole ‘I’m the one who kidnapped Anna’ bull...give it a rest. Even you aren’t that stupid. It’s disgusting really...a woman is missing and possibly in serious danger and you are trying to use that to get a leg up in IPW.”

Aaron taps the IPW Championship on his shoulder. He looks up the ramp, expecting Oliver to come back out. Instead the screen comes back to life, showing the woman again.

Aaron: “Oliver, stop playing games and get back out here!”

Aaron paces the ring, anger clearly starting to set in. He stares furiously up the ramp for what feels like several minutes, but Oliver doesn’t show. Instead, he walks into frame on the screen and looks into the camera.

Oliver: “Just getting started Aaron. We’re just getting started.”

The screen goes black again. Aaron stands his ground in the ring still waiting to see if Oliver comes back out. He never does, and after a few moments “Miami Showdown” begins to play again.

Nelson: Black is playing a seriously deadly game of cat and mouse.

Rose: Yeah he is but he’s just trying to live up to the infamy of his deranged stupid father.

Aaron finally shakes his head and drops the mic before stepping through the ropes and walking up the ramp.

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

Flash music hits with red and blue lights flashing. She walks out on stage with a smirk along her red lips. She skips down the ramp and around the ring before climbing up on the side and striking a pose. As she enters the ring she stands in the corner waiting for whoever she's facing.

Torres: Coming to the ring from the Dark Karnevil….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….she is FLASSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: So I’m hearing she is Xstatic’s wife?

Nelson: That is correct, Crumb. Penelope Johnson better known professionally as Flash is indeed the wife of Matthew Johnson.

Rose: These Dark Karnevil creeps are just crawling out of the woodworks!

Nico comes out with a shirt on and black shorts. The shorts have Rider on the back. He looks at the fans and shakes his head as he walks down the ramp.

Torres: Coming to the ring next from Boston, Massachusetts...weighing one hundred and eighty-seven pounds...standing at a height of five feet ten inches...making his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...he is NICO RIDEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: A lot of fanfare for this young man as he also makes his debut here in Iconic Professional Wrestling!

Rose: Fanfare? By who? You, Patticakes?

DING DING DING!!

---Debut Match: Flash vs. Nico Rider---

The two meet in the center. They eye each other as they circle one another. They finally lock up, fighting for position for only a few moments before Nico throws Flash down to the mat. Flash quickly gets back to her feet, sneering at Rider. The two lock up again. Once again, Nico shoves Flash down. Flash gets up again, charging at Nico, who simply sidesteps and clotheslines Flash hard in the back of the head as she tries to stop her momentum. Quickly dragging Flash back up, Nico kicks her in the gut, doubling the Lady Icon over and taking her down with a DDT. He starts to drag Flash up to her feet, only for Flash to hit a low blow just out of the referee's line of sight!

Nelson and Crumb: OHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Rose: Every. Man’s. Weakness!

Nico stumbles forward, allowing Flash to lift him up and hit him with a snake eyes drop over the ropes. Nico stumbles back, clutching at his throat. Flash takes him down with a neckbreaker. She covers.

One…

Two…

Thre...Kick out!

Flash takes her good old time getting back to her feet, heading back over to drag Nico to his feet. She goes to whip him across the ring, only for Nico to reverse, catching Flash with a sitout spinebuster on the rebound!

Nelson: Rider is back in control after Flash tried to take over with some underhanded tactics.

Crumb: To to be perfectly honest, I don't think this crowd cares for either of these two individuals!

Rose: You mean the sheep don't know what to do unless they're spoon fed a "hero" to worship?

Nico Rider grabs Flash and tries to drag her back up to her feet. He gets Flash into position, when Flash gets a thumb in Nico' eyes to get him to blindly stumble back. Suddenly as if a snake waiting to strike, Flash kicks Nico in the gut, sending him to one knee. She quickly bounces off the ropes behind her and on the return tries to connect with a heel kick. Nico manages to duck under the kick and connect with his superkick!

Nelson: Nico Rider just connect with his Kiss the Foot!

Crumb: This one could be over!

Flash drops to her back like a ton of bricks. Nico quickly hops to the nearest top turnbuckle before jumping off and landing onto Flash with a five star frog splash!

Crumb: WHAT CAN FLASH BE THINKING AS NICO RIDER LANDS ON HER WITH AN IMPRESSIVE FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH?!?![/i

Rose: Probably, “I wonder what he calls that move?!”

Nelson: He calls that move X-ed Out, Rose!

Nico covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Nelson: Nico Rider has scored a victory!

Torres: The winner of this match...Nico Rider!

Once the match is over Xstatic hits the ring before Nico’s music can play. Nico a clubbing blow to Nico’s back that sends him to his knees.

Crumb: WHAT CAN NICO RIDER BE THINKING AS HE IS ATTACKED BY XSTATIC?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I shouldn’t have beat the wife of a psychotic clown!”

Xstatic pulls Nico up and holds him steady as Flash smacks him a few times while jawing at him.

Nelson: This is completely uncalled for! Rider does not deserve this treatment!

The Queen of the Dark Karnevil then nods to her husband who lifts Nico by both arms into the air. Flash laughs before signaling to Xstatic to let Nico fall face first. Flash catches Nico’s head landing a violent stunner.

Nelson: I am getting word that Flash and Xstatic refer to that double team move as The Karney Killer.

Rose: Sounds legit.

Xstatic pulls a spike from his pocket as Flash holds Nico's head up.

Crumb: No, no, no! Xstatic is going to far with this!

The couple scurry from the ring as Silver Kazma and Jackson Felix Coltrane dash down the ramp and slide into the ring.

Nelson: Thank goodness for the arrival of Kazama and Coltrane!

Rose: These goddamn nosey “Saviors” always butting their nose into business that has nothing to do with them!

Xstatic pulls his wife up the ramp who is kicking and screaming, angry about being interrupted.

The scene opens up backstage at Helloween. We see Iconic Pro Wrestling newcomer walking down the back hall of the arena. He walks up to Butterscotch Monroe, who is holding a microphone. She looks at him and then begins to speak.

Butterscotch Monroe: Tyrone Jackson, you are a newcomer here in Iconic Pro Wrestling, what brings you to our upstart wrestling company?

Tyrone smiles. He pauses for a moment, looks Butterscotch up and down and then answers her question.

Tyrone Jackson: Well Butterscotch Monroe, it is quite simple. I have come to Iconic Pro Wrestling to show the wrestling world just what I can do. I don’t care who I step into the ring with, it doesn’t really matters. All that matters is me walking out with my hand raised in victory.

Butterscotch Monroe smiles and then begins to speak to Tyrone, the newest member to the Iconic Pro Wrestling roster.

Butterscotch Monroe: So you think you’re going to defeat everyone?

Tyrone takes a minute to think about what he is going to say next and then continues speaking.

Tyrone Jackson: Butterscotch, just know this, when I step into the ring with someone it’ll be game over for my opponent. I am the best and I will prove that I am the best when I step into that ring.

Butterscotch Monroe pauses and then continues on with another question.

Butterscotch Monroe: Aren’t you not worried you’re going to step into the ring with someone who is better than you?

Tyrone takes a deep breath and then continues speaking.

Tyrone Jackson: No Butterscotch, that is impossible. There is nobody out there that is better than me. I will soon be the heavyweight champion and there is no denying that.

Butterscotch then pauses and then continues speaking.

Butterscotch Monroe: Okay, well, I wish you luck in your career here in Iconic Pro Wrestling.

Tyrone Jackson chuckles to himself and then continues on.

Tyrone Jackson: You know, I don’t really need any luck. I have the skills to back up my claim here in this promotion.

The scene then fades to black.

~~

Torres: The following match 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: Coming to the ring hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada….weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds...standing at a height of five feet seven inches...she is FLORENCE-MARIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Florence-Marie is coming off a heartbreaking defeat last Chaos. She will most definitely be looking to gain a win here tonight.

Crumb: And she’ll be looking to do it against a Lady Icon that also suffered a loss last Chaos in the very same match.

Rose: In all fairness they both just lost....it’s not as if Acrimony looked to punish them after the match which is the M.O. of the Dark Karnevil members.

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.

Rose: If you don’t sit your fat ass down, Todd!

Crumb: What?! I’m just jamming to the grooves, Rose.

DING! DING! DING!

---Florence-Marie vs. Jodi---

The two women walk to the center of the ring and stand almost nose to nose before finally locking up in the center of the ring, struggling with one another to gain control of the match. They continue this back and forth shoving for a few moments until Florence is able to put a foot behind Jodi and trip her up, letting her fall backwards onto the mat. Florence instantly follows it up with a knee drop before grabbing Jodi by the wrist and dragging her up to her feet. Florence then whips Jodi of into the corner, the blonde hitting the turnbuckle with a hard thud. Florence walks over and hits a couple backhand chops on Jodi, trying to get her opponent to fall to the mat.

Cowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO! WOO!

After about four chops, Jodi musters enough strength to hit Florence with a jab that lands in Florence’s shoulder, knocking her slightly off balance and opening up the door for Jodi to hit her with a couple more jabs that send Florence staggering back towards the center for the ring.

Nelson: Very quickly was Canada’s Florence-Marie able to take control of this match and send Jodi off into the corner. But about as fast as she had control… she lost it.

Crumb: Both of these Lady Icons are going to be giving it everything they got to prove that even though they lost to Acrimony in that Triple Threat, that they can be serious contenders for IPW championships down the road.

Rose: But the road to those are filled with people who I feel want it a bit more than they do. Though I have a feeling Florence might be able to fill shoes similar to Brianna Rissi’s and knock that cow ASStrid down a few pegs.

Once Jodi has Florence backed out far enough from the corner that she likes, she repeats what Florence did to her and whips her into the corner. And wasting no time at all, Jodi follows it up with a couple of punch strikes directly to Florence’s torso. Jodi pulls her opponent out of the corner and nails a rolling double gutwrench suplex that sends Florence down hard into the mat. The vivacious Jodi then gets back up to her feet and locks in a camel clutch. She wrenches the pressure as Florence fights to get out of the hold.

Nelson: Things are not looking too good for Florence-Marie right about now. It looks to me as though Jodi has that camel clutch locked in real good.

Crumb: Never say never, Nelly. Florence was impressive in the very beginning of this match in the way that she took control. She doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up so easily.

Rose: Both of these Lady Icons are basically fighting to make sure they don’t get put on the backburner and fade into obscurity like a few others have.

Florence refuses to give up and after a lot of wiggling, manages to slip out of Jodi’s hold and hits her with a low facebreaker DDT. Flipping Jodi onto her back, Florence smirks to the crowd before quickly locking in a very Canadian move… a sharpshooter.

Jodi screams out in pain as she tries to make it to the nearby bottom rope. Mere fingertips away Florence drags her back into the corner before leaning backwards and applying more pressure to Jodi’s lower back. Jodi resorts to using everything she has to grab hold of Florence’s leg and pull it out from under her, causing the hold to break as Florence lets go to break her fall.

Both women get up to their feet and Jodi turns around to be met by a kick to the gut. Florence follows it up with a Canadian Destroyer and a cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of those match… FLORENCE-MARIE!

Nelson: An impressive, well earned victory there for Florence-Marie who picks up her first Iconic Professional Wrestling win.

Crumb: That match kept me on the edge of my seat and have some very good back and forth action.

Rose: Question is, will she be able to repeat it in her next match.

The scene fades away from the action in the ring to the backstage area. Minx is sitting in a chair backstage, with her legs propped up on the arms. She was set to be competing soon, explaining why she was already dressed in her gear. Her gear reflected the holiday, resembling the clothes worn by Sally in the Nightmare before Christmas. To go along with her costume her lips were painted red and her face decorated with black lines to resemble scars. In her hands, she held tightly a fuzzy pen along with a large black book in the other. Minx seemed to be deep in thought.

“Dear Diary…” She began, speaking the words she wrote out loud as she obviously took a page out of Brianna Rissi’s book. She continued on with her mockery of the Television Champion, “This week I am set to make my return to action to the ring, but there are a lot of doubts and worries going into this match. I have spoken so much about it, however it feels good to write to you, my sweet Diary! I know I’m a grown woman and should probably not still be writing in you, but yet here I am telling all my problems to a book.”

She chuckles, as she bites on the tip of her pen before continuing, “There is a lot of talented individuals in this company all fighting for the same goal, therefore there is no room for error. This week I am given a chance to prove my worth once again against Jessie Roberts. I’m not going to take her lightly or to underestimate her despite feeling extremely confident in my abilities. I know I’m not the only one that knows what I’m truly capable of… what my true potential is. She knows, yes she knows, and she is probably afraid. She isn’t even booked this week and I think that says a lot. She isn’t booked, but I have this feeling in my gut that she is around. So I’ll see her around sometime soon, when she decides she is ready, I suppose.”

Minx stops to write when someone comes by to notify her that her match is soon. She thanks them, but closes off her entry, “Looks like that’s all I have time for today. See you soon…”

“Sooner than you thought,” a voice comes from the entrance of the divas locker room.

Minx looks up, and sees the Television Champion standing in the doorway leaning against the frame. She’s geared up in black jean shorts and a shirt that says “Boo” across the top. Her hair hangs in her signature pigtails. Brianna Rissi smirks at the once thought to be challenge for the championship last week contender, and then skips over and sits on the bench opposite of Minx’s chair. Minx nonchalantly puts her legs down on the floor and leans back casually, crossing her legs.

“Long time, no see, little Bree,” Minx mimics.

“Mmm, far too long. So, I see you’re match is up next, hmm?” Brianna says, at the obvious.

“Yup, when’s yours?” Minx says smirking.

“I’ve been flat out like a lizard drinking, and I didn’t think I’d be around for this… spooktacular event,” Brianna says.

“Where is your new fashionable accessory?” Minx asks, pointing out the lack of gold with Brianna.

“I don’t need it with me 24-7 like some champions seem to do,” Brianna yawns in a bored way. “It in safe keeping for now. But no worries mate, she’ll be right. You’ll get glimpse of her eventually. Anyways, there’s a reason I stopped by.”

“You mean, you didn’t just swing by to see me? I’m not feeling the love Bree,” Minx says with a slight pout.

“Don’t you worry, aside from Asti, you’re the next beautiful creature on my radar…. But I’ll tell you what, Astrid is becoming that toy that you’ve played with so much the batteries are starting to wear out… and well, I have been looking to upgrade to something more lively,” Brianna says, her eyes twinkling as she looks across at Minx. “And you seem like you would be a lot of fun.”

“Oh, I can be lots of fun…” Minx says standing. “But right now, unfortunately, I have a playdate with Jessie Roberts. But you’re more than welcome to join us. The more the merrier, right?”

Brianna looks at the girl, and considers her open challenge. A slight tug at the corner of her right side of her lips into an amused smile.

“Not tonight, Minx. I’ve had my fair share of fun with Jessie. I can share the wealth,” Brianna says, standing up a few inches from Minx, their noses inches apart. “But don’t worry, we can schedule a playdate soon. Now.. go have fun!”

“Perfect!” Minx says matching Briannas enthusiastic tone. “Well, see ya soon!”

Minx then skips across the divas locker room, once again mocking the Television Champion as she exits. Brianna shakes her head, and the camera zooms in on her.

“Indeed, you will see me soon… sooner than you think,” she whispers, and the scene fades.

~~

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

The arena dims to complete darkness. "Same Again" - the Slaves begins to play and a pink center spotlight appears at the top of the middler ramp with Minx standing front and center, back turned to the crowd. With a cheeky grin she slowly spins to face the crowd, banging her head along to the music. She stares wide-eyed at the crowd who seems unsure of what to make of her. Minx looks back and forth at each side of the crowd, before laughing manically. She jumps up and down in excitement, before walking down the ramp. She walks around the ring to the side where she climbs the ring. Minx grabs hold of the rope, before toppling over in a strange fashion. She laughs as she spins circles in the ring, coming to a stop at her respective corner.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from London, England….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet five inches….she is MINNNNNNXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!

Rose: I could have sworn this chick had quit after her last appearance at Chaos when she couldn’t take the heat from sitting with at the commentary table?

Nelson: I think it will take more than just your probing, Rose, to get this young lady to quit.

Crumb: Minx wasn’t very nice though.

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: Coming to the ring next hailing 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 ROBERTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Now I REALLY thought Jessie would have quit by now! I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, if Jessie wants to really get ahead in her career she drastically needs to get some edge about herself. Shed this good girl image and become a straight up badass bitch!

Crumb: That would be horrible.

Nelson: And who is to say that Roberts career is not already moving ahead?

Rose: Me damn it!

DING DING DING!!

---Minx vs “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

As soon as the bell rings, Minx rushes forward and begins hammering away with a hard right hand to the side of the head of Jessie. Roberts stumbles backward and Minx continues raining down blows. The referee begins to count.

One..

Two…

Three…

Four..Minx disengages.

Jessie rushes forward and Minx knocks her down with a shoulder block into the corner. Minx begins stomping a mudhole into Jessie’s chest. The crowd boos as the referee begins his count again.

One…

Two…

Three..

Four...once again, Minx takes a step back from the assault.

Nelson: My goodness, Minx has come out looking to absolutely beat the brains in of Jessie Roberts!

Rose: And as you can see, Jessie is doing an EXCELLENT job playing her role as human punching bag! Way to stay committed to your part...that is an actress who cares about her viewers!

Crumb: Jessie is an actress?!

Minx once again advances upon Jessie and drags her up to a vertical base. She presses Jessie against the ropes and delivers two knife-edge chops to the chest.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

Minx sends Jessie across the ring with an Irish whip. Jessie holds onto the ropes and Minx’s dropkick connects with air, taking her down to the mat. Minx gets back to her feet and Jessie connects with a spear. Jessie quickly mounts Minx and the crowd cheers delightedly as Jessie begins to pummel Minx in the face with right hands of her own. The referee begins his count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...

Five...Jessie refuses to break!

The referee grabs Jessie and yanks her off Minx. The referee admonishes Jessie, who disregards him, bounces off the ropes, and nails Minx with a running dropkick to the knee just as Minx gets back to her feet. Minx goes down hard face first into the mat.

Nelson: And Jessie fighting back after a great start to this match by Minx!

Rose: Gotta give her credit...she could’ve packed it in from the get-go after that assault by Minx to start the match, but…she hung in there and unfortunately for me, that means I have to actually start paying attention to this garbage!

Jessie floats Minx over into the first cover of the match.

One…

Two…

Three...KICKOUT!

Crumb: That was so close!

Jessie gets back to a vertical base and pulls Minx back up as well. She nails Minx with a scoop slam before rushing toward the turnbuckle. She quickly leaps off the turnbuckle with a springboard legdrop across the chest of Minx. She gets back to her feet and pulls Minx up. Jessie tries to send Minx into the corner with an Irish whip, but Minx reverses, sending Jessie into the turnbuckle and following it up with a handspring back elbow. Jessie stumbles out of the corner and Minx nails her with a running bulldog. Jessie flops over and Minx floats into the cover, hooking the outside leg.

One...

Two...

Thre…KICKOUT!

A slight look of frustration on her face, Minx gets back to her feet. She pulls Jessie back to her feet and tosses the Hawkeye Warrior to the outside of the ring. Minx bounces off the ropes and hits a suicide dive through the ropes, taking Jessie down off her feet just as she gets up once again.

Crumb: It looks like Minx’s done a bit of damage to herself as well as she struggles to make it back to her feet.

Minx pulls Jessie back to her feet. She locks her up underneath the arms before connecting with a violent suplex down on the floor. Jessie grabs her back in pain. The crowd boos as Minx taunts the fallen Jessie. Minx pulls Jessie back to her feet, tosses her back into the ring, and slides back into the ring to cover Jessie.

One…

Two...

Thre…KICKOUT!

Crumb: Minx is just working Jessie all over the place here in this match!

Rose: Jessie better get her shit together or she isn’t going to last much longer.

Slamming her fists on the mat in frustration, Minx gets to her feet. She goes for a Boston crab submission onto Jessie. Roberts struggles about for several seconds and manages to successfully kick Minx off of her and into the turnbuckle. Minx’s neck snaps off the turnbuckle and she stumbles back out of it. Jessie manages to get Minx with a roll-up. The crowd cheers as Jessie manages to secure the cover.

One…

Two...

Thre…KICKOUT!

Nelson: Oh my goodness, how close was that?!

Rose: Jessie should have pulled the trunk. That would have won her the match!

Jessie slowly rolls to her feet. Minx looks to attack again, but Jessie delivers a hard right hand that causes Minx to stagger backwards. Minx comes forward and Jessie hits another hard right. The same result happens again and Jessie begins to gain some momentum. She shoots Minx across the ring and nails her with a jumping enziguri to the back of the head. Both Lady Icons drop to the mat and the referee begins the mandatory ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five...Both Lady Icons begin to make it back to their feet.

Crumb: How much more can these Lady Icons give of themselves?

Minx nails Jessie with a dropkick. Minx makes her way over to the turnbuckle and begins unfastening it. The referee sees her unfastening the turnbuckle protection and quickly makes his way over to admonish Minx.

Rose: See that’s what Jessie should have done!

Minx backs away from the referee and turns around to meet Jessie, nailing her between the eyes with a forceful right hand. Jessie drops to the mat like a brick.

Crumb: What the hell? Did…oh dear…

Nelson: Minx went and used the old brass knuckles!

Rose: This is exactly my point. Minx doesn’t have a problem bending the rules….neither should Jessie.

Crumb: The ghost of Tiffany Prada lingers on!

Minx covers and the referee drops down to count.

One…

Two...

THREE!

Torres: The winner of this match…Minx!

Nelson: Minx controlled this match but was never able to put Roberts away!

Crumb: Looks like she got tired of waiting and decided to cheat her way to the win!

Rose: Very resourceful moves there by Minx. Jessie is still down...her lights are out!

Minx gloats at her victory a little by standing over the semi-conscious Jessie. The crowd boos as Minx’s taunting continues. Suddenly “Vanity” by Christina Aguilera blares through the Barker Hangar. Brianna comes out and stand on the entrance stage.

Crumb: WHAT AN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRIANNA RISSI BE THINKING AS SHE MAKES AN UNEXPECTED APPEARANCE HERE AT HELLOWEEN?!?!

Rose: Probably, “it’s not all that unexpected since the two were together earlier backstage!”

Brianna looks down at her fellow Lady Icon and raises her TV Title as though she's challenging Minx.

Nelson: It seems as if Rissi is sending a very clear message to Minx.

Torres: The following EXTREME MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN 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: Coming to the ring first hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana….weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...he is SILVER KAZAMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Kazama made his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut at the last Chaos broadcast and almost instantly made his impact on the landscape as a whole.

Rose: Pump your brakes, Patticakes. Yes, it’s true Silver played the hero role along with Jackson Felix Coltrane and Aaron Kostan but I think you’re overplaying his impact?

Crumb: No way, Rose, Silver joined up Jax and Aaron to stand up against the wrongdoings of people like the Dark Karnevil! If that’s not making an impact, I don’t know what is?!

The lights dim as the opening verse of “Toxic Pretender” by Vanna begin to play around the arena. After 13 seconds we hear the phrase “YOU FUCKING 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.

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.

Torres: His opponent hailing 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 ACRIMONNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Hold me!

Rose: I’ve told you about touching me!

Nelson: Hehee...

DING DING DING!!

---Extreme Match: Matthew “Silver” Kazama vs. Acrimony---

Kazama almost immediately runs across the ring and hits Acrimony in the head with a hard forearm shot. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Acrimony tries to fight back, but Kazama is absolutely relentless in his assault. Blow after blow connects with the Unforgiven One. Kazama grabs Acrimony and shoots him across the ring, following in close pursuit and delivering an avalanche in the corner! The fans are on their feet as Acrimony desperately tries to stagger away from Kazama. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't even get the option to do that as Kazama sends Acrimony to the floor with a big clothesline.

Nelson: These two Icons wasted very little time taking it outside of the ring!

Acrimony, a bit frustrated, pulls himself back up to his feet. He is unable to do much of anything, however, as Kazama runs across the ring. He shows surprising agility and balance as he uses the ropes to his advantage and delivers a spaceman plancha!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Kazama doesn't even give the reaction a second thought, instead grabbing Acrimony's head and dragging him back up to his feet. He continues to aggressively attack the face painted Icon, nailing him in the chest with a few hard chops.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Acrimony staggers back and desperately tries to escape from Kazama. Silver remains in pursuit. Acrimony stops near the steps, and as soon as Kazama gets close to him, Acrimony steps forward and hits him in the ribs with a kick. He follows it up with a second before snapping off a DDT that plants Kazama on the stairs!

Nelson: From the moment the bell rang, this has been nothing short of a war between these two Icons!

Crumb: Silver is looking for some measure of revenge while Acrimony is just looking to bring the violence!

Rose: If Silver wants truly get some revenge, he’s going to have to up his level of extreme!

Kazama slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Acrimony begins to laugh. He grabs Kazama's head and delivers knee after knee to it, in hopes of wearing his opponent down. Kazama can only go limp as each of the vicious knee shots connects with his head. Acrimony steps up onto the apron and balances himself. He waits until Kazama starts to stir again before leaping off, attempting to slam Silver’s head into the stairs with a curb stomp! Fortunately for Kazama, he's able to duck out of the way JUST in time.

Nelson: That could have been it right there!

Crumb: Acrimony definitely has a mean streak in him right now!

Rose: Right now? He’s always that way.

Acrimony's knee buckles a bit. He tries to pull himself upright, but Kazama is there to meet him with a kick to the ribs. Acrimony doubles over in pain. Kazama grabs Acrimony by the head and drags him around the ring. He slams Acrimony's head hard into the ring post and then into the guardrail. Acrimony slumps against it for a moment before lunging forward and hitting Kazama in the back of the head with an elbow smash. Kazama staggers from the impact. Acrimony grabs Kazama and rolls him back into the ring before rummaging around under the ring for a moment. He emerges just seconds later with a steel chair and an evil smirk. Unfortunately for Acrimony, Kazama has other ideas. When Acrimony tries to enter the ring with the chair, Kazama delivers a baseball slide that kicks it into his face! Acrimony falls to the floor, a bit of blood trickling down his painted face. Kazama hops back onto the apron and waits as Acrimony pulls himself back up to his feet.

Nelson: The natural instincts that we have seen out of Silver Kazama are impressive, to say the least.

As soon as Acrimony makes it back up to his feet, Kazama uses the ropes to his advantage. He springboards off and delivers an Asai moonsault! Both Icons hit the floor hard as the fans are on their feet, cheering for the effort that Kazama is giving.

Crowd: SILVER! SILVER! SILVER!

Nelson: The Iconic Professional Wrestling fans definitely seem to love Kazama!

Crumb: SILVER! SILVER! SILVER!

Kazama grabs Acrimony and rolls him into the ring. He follows behind him and goes for the first cover of the match.

One…

Two...

Th...Acrimony gets the shoulder up!

Rose: As expected, Acrimony's got some fight left in him...

Kazama takes a step back and waits for Acrimony to pull himself back up to his feet. Acrimony takes a different approach to things instead by sliding out to the floor. The fans boo at what they deem to be a stalling tactic. Kazama looks slightly annoyed, but nonetheless follows Acrimony. With both on the floor, Acrimony continues to scurry away from Kazama. Silver responds by grabbing his foot and smirking. He pulls Acrimony in toward him and then grabs his other leg. He tries to line Acrimony up with the ring post, seeming as though he's going to slingshot him into it. The fans are on their feet in anticipation. Acrimony desperately reaches under the ring to try and find a toy that will save him. Fortunately for him, he finds just that. Acrimony pulls out a kendo stick and blasts Kazama in the head with it! He follows it up with a second and Kazama has no choice but to stagger away.

Crumb: Talk about some luck for Acrimony!

Nelson: Acrimony is now in a position to take control of this match.

Rose: And trust me when I say that he will!

Acrimony pulls himself back up to his feet, grabbing the steel chair in the process. Kazama finally recovers and charges at Acrimony. The Dark Karnevil member responds by throwing the chair at Kazama. Silver catches it, but that doesn't seem to matter to Acrimony. He leaps in the air and kicks the chair into Kazama's head, drawing blood and sending him down to the floor!

Rose: And now...we have...blood.

Laughing, Acrimony grabs the chair. He hits Kazama with it one more time for good measure before turning his attention to the booing crowd.

Nelson: Pandering to the crowd is not something I would expect from Acrimony.

Crumb: I agree, Patrick. He has shown very little concern to what anyone thinks.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Giving the crowd the middle finger, Acrimony turns back toward Kazama. Silver is up and connects with a Devil Trigger (540 kick), that sends Acrimony staggering back into the ropes. Kazama uses this opening to grab the chair and blast Acrimony with it.

Nelson: I cannot say I saw that one coming, but once again...

Rose: Yeah, yeah, yeah...Silver impresses!

Crumb: Silver is definitely getting some revenge from last Chaos!

Kazama rolls Acrimony into the ring. He then begins to fish around under the ring, emerging just seconds later with a table. The fans are on their feet, going absolutely insane. Kazama slides the table into the ring. He sets the table up near a turnbuckle and grabs Acrimony. Silver climbs up the turnbuckle with Acrimony in his grasp. He reaches the top and looks behind him to make sure that he is lined up with the table. The fans are on their feet in anticipation of what is coming next.

Unfortunately for Kazama, he seems to second-guess himself, as Acrimony hits him with an elbow and then a second. He delivers a third elbow and is able to escape Kazama's grasp enough to pull himself up to his feet on the top rope. Acrimony carefully balances himself on the ropes.

Nelson: I do not know if I like where this is going.

The fans hold their breath to see what is going to happen next. Kazama finally recovers. Acrimony runs on the ropes and hits Kazama with Malice (ripcord jumping knee)! Kazama falls back and crashes through the table!

Crumb: WHAT CAN SILVER KAZAMA BE THINKING AS HE IS SENT THROUGH A TABLE BY ACRIMONY?!?!

Rose: Probably, “maybe I should have stayed retired?!”

The fans are in shock, many of them cheering the athleticism despite their opinions on Acrimony. Acrimony leaps from the turnbuckle with an high angle moonsault. Acrimony lands on Kazama for the cover in the scattered remains of the table.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

One…

Two...

THREE!

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

Nelson: That was an incredible brawl between these two Icons and an incredible finish for Acrimony!

Crumb: Silver has nothing to be ashamed of after this one.

Rose: What?! He lost! He definitely shouldn’t be proud!

Acrimony pushes himself to his feet. He pulls the barely conscious Silver up and rolls him into the ring.

Nelson: What is Acrimony doing now, it looks as if he is motioning to someone in the back.

Acrimony rolls into the ring, looks toward the entrance, and shakes his head. He then looks up to see a chain is slowly lowered from a hook in the ceiling. As the chain comes to a stop he looks across the crowd and sneers.

Crumb: What is this madman thinking on doing?!

Acrimony calls for the microphone. As it is tossed to him, he walks over and stands above Silver.

Acrimony: SO….YOU WANT TO BE THE HERO?! YOU WANT TO BE THE SAVIOR AND TRY TO ANSWER THE SILLY CALL TO HEROES? WELL, SAVIOR, YOU DIDN'T GET IT DONE!

Acrimony looks across the crowd and points across the room as he speaks.

Acrimony: Did you think it would make you famous to all these fans by defeating me? Did you think you would get some points with the boys in the back for standing up to evil?

Silver lays motionless.

Acrimony: I am not going to show you how to be popular, Kazama, I will not show you what it is to be liked in the back. I…will show you what it means to be feared, Kazama…I will show you what it means to be hated.

As the crowd emphatically boos, Acrimony drags one end of the chain over to Silver. He wraps the chain around his neck and secures it in the back. He then looks back to the entrance and gives the thumbs up gesture. The hook begins to rise in the air taking up the slack in the chain. Acrimony helps Silver to his feet and the chain acts as a noose around his neck. The chain begins to slowly pull Silver into the air. The pain awakens Silver who begins jerking and trying to pry himself from the chain to no avail.

Acrimony: Kazama…. You're a hero! Listen to them, Silver…. Hell, you’re more than a hero, you’re about to be a martyr. They love you, Silver Kazama, just listen to them.

Nelson: This has got to be stopped, GET SOMEONE OUT HERE!!!

Rose: Do you really expect someone to come out here to stop this?

Crumb: What can Silver be thinking as the air escapes his lungs and he begins to choke to death?!

Nelson: SOMEBODY STOP THIS… MY GOD HE IS GOING TO KILL HIM…THE SON OF A BITCH IS GOING TO KILL HIM!

Acrimony stands in the ring and looks upward as Silver is suspended about ten feet above the ring. His jerking motions begin to slow and his face is flushed as his oxygen becomes depleted.

Nelson: We really need to get Kazama some help out here…

The show abruptly fades to an black.

Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Helloween. Silver Kazama has been safely lowered from being hung above the ring. Kazama has been rushed to Saint John’s Providence Health Center to receive immediate medical attention.

Rose: I..I...

Crumb: For everyone watching if you believe in a higher power you might want to say a prayer for Silver’s speedy recovery.

Rose: I’m normally one for excessive violence but I don’t think I can condone the actions of Acrimony.

Nelson: I can only think maximum repercussions will imposed about Acrimony after that.

Crumb: He deserves to be fired and banned from this great sport!

Nelson: Once we get any updates concerning Silver Kazama’s status, we will report them right away. Until then we still have a lot more wrestling action to attend to here at Helloween!

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

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

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches...he is The Raging Storm...SAH’TA THOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: After weeks of Stasi Herveaux and Astrid Sedin berating Thor, this Icon is going to be looking to get him some revenge!

Crumb: Those two have it coming to them!

Rose: What?! It’s not like what they have been saying isn’t true!

“Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria begins to waft its way through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue with the fans booing starts to rain down. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin and Stasi Herveaux walk out from behind the black curtain. Astrid has a confident swagger in her step as Stasi holds her hands behind her back as the duo makes their way to the top of the ramp, both with twisted smirks upon their faces and with Astrid’s manager Daveena following closely behind. They do their respective poses at the top before high fiving each other and heading down towards the ring.

Once they reach the ring, they both head off to the right side before quickly hopping onto the ring apron where they do a back to back pose with a slight cockiness to it as Daveena climbs the steel steps and steps through the ropes on the far side behind them. Astrid does her usual entrance and Stasi waits before stepping through the ropes herself before heading off to the closest turnbuckle as Astrid heads to the one closest to the ramp on the side that they came in on. There, Stasi removes her jacket and flings it to the ground as per usual as Astrid holds her arms up at shoulder level. They stay there for a few moments before hopping down and standing off in that same corner Stasi was in as Astrid removes her own ring jacket. The two then laugh and turn around, catching the glimpse of Thor, who has been staring at them patiently.

Torres: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of two hundred and twenty-one pounds….they are STASI HERVEAUUUUUXXXXXXX and “Iconic Queen” ASTRID SEDIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Herveaux and Sedin seem confident and with the numbers in their favor, they definitely have reason to be!

Crumb: They’re in for the shock of their life if they think they’re going to beat Sah’ta that easily!

Rose: But he is older than the two of them…COMBINED! So as a pair I don’t see them not winning this match tonight.

Nelson: And Sedin’s birthday is in three days so do you think she will want to walk out with an L on her record?

Crumb: Happy Birthday, Astrid!

DING DING DING!!

---“The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor vs. Stasi Herveaux and “Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin---

Astrid Sedin and Stasi Herveaux huddle up, looking at Thor as he continues to stare at them. Astrid and Stasi move slowly, inching their way to either side of Thor. The Raging Storm moves to the center of the ring. Suddenly, Stasi makes the first move, running at Thor and clubbing him with a forearm from behind. Thor turns around and frowns at Stasi. Astrid spins Thor around and clocks him with a right hand. Thor spins back around and it’s Stasi’s turn to hit him with a right hand as well. Astrid and Stasi grab Thor and whip him to the ropes. Thor goes for a dual clothesline, but both Lady Icons duck Thor’s attempt. Thor turns around and Astrid and Stasi send him to the mat with a double dropkick! All three Icons get back to their feet and Astrid and Stasi hit Thor with a second double dropkick! Thor falls to the mat and crawls to the corner, where he frowns at Astrid and then Stasi.

Nelson: Herveaux and Sedin are starting this match off working surprisingly in sync.

Rose: Well you know they have been hanging out now. I had such high hopes for Stasi but aligning herself with ASStrid is the worst career move she could have made.

Astrid grabs Stasi and whips her to the corner where Thor is seated. Stasi uses her momentum and delivers a seated dropkick right to Thor’s face! Astrid helps Stasi pull Thor out of the corner and then runs against the ropes. Astrid goes to hit Thor with an elbow drop, but Thor rolls out of the way at the very last second and gets to his feet. Stasi runs at Thor but Thor catches her with a heel kick, sending her down to the mat. Astrid grabs Thor, but Thor knees Astrid in the stomach, cutting her momentum off. Thor drags Astrid over to the turnbuckle and rams her head into the turnbuckle. Meanwhile, Stasi is back up on her feet and runs at Thor from behind. Thor sees her coming and moves out of the way. Stasi slows down, catching herself right before she crashes into Astrid in the corner.

Thor quickly grabs Stasi and tosses her over the top rope to the outside of the ring. Astrid kicks Thor in the stomach and nails him with a right hand, then another right hand, then finally a third that sends him down to the mat. Astrid takes a second to look out at Stasi, making sure she’s okay. Unfortunately when Astrid turns around, Thor takes her down with a heel kick! Thor grabs Astrid’s legs and puts her into an Inverted Texas cloverleaf!

Nelson: Though the numbers’ game benefits Sedin and Herveaux, if Thor can isolate them like this, he might have a chance!

Crumb: I don’t know. To me that sounds like a little bit of wishful thinking.

Rose: True… but one of the BIGGEST egos of IPW is in the ring right now and the other one has turned lately and seems to be inching towards a large ego of her own.

Astrid yells out in pain as she crawls toward the ropes, trying to break the hold. Stasi climbs to the top rope as Thor relinquishes the hold on Astrid. She then dives off the top rope, nailing Thor with a cross body! The crowd boos loudly as Stasi hooks Thor’s leg.

One...

Two...Thor kicks out!

Nelson: A very narrow kick out there as the referee was close to counting that third mat slap. And Herveaux… she does not look too happy.

Crumb: I used to root for the raven haired beauty but now, oh I don’t know… she’s impressive as heck in the ring though.

Rose: I kind of thought that ASStrid would be taking the reins but it looks to me as if she’s not being a selfish bitch for once and letting Stasi take most of the spotlight in their match.

Astrid holds her back as she gets to her feet to joins Stasi’s side. Together, they hook onto Thor and send him to the mat with a double suplex! Astrid climbs to the top turnbuckle as Stasi stomps at Thor, keeping him down on the mat. Astrid steadies herself for a moment and then dives off of the top rope! She lands perfectly on top of Thor with a moonsault! Astrid covers.

One...

Two...Thor kicks out again!

Nelson: Once again Thor manages to kick out of a pinning predicament… this time by the Iconic Queen.

Crumb: These two ladies aren’t going to be stopping yet, I guarantee you that. But I don’t know how much more Sah’ta has left in him. That kick out was closer than the last one.

Rose: Oh please… the referee felt sorry for him and quickly pulled his hand away from what should’ve been a solid three count. Actually, I think he counted that third one a little slow so that gave Old Man Sah’ta the chance to kick out.

Stasi looks visibly dejected but Astrid encourages her to continue. Thor struggles to get to his feet. Stasi nails him with a kick on the side of the head. Astrid catches Thor with a kick to the side of the head too as Thor is on his knees, barely managing to stay in that position. Astrid bounces off the ropes looking for a tornado DDT. Thor holds on to her, lifts her up, and dumps her over the top rope to the outside!

Stasi charges, but Thor grabs her and plants her with a snap DDT! Thor smirks sadistically, contemplating going for a cover, but decides against doing so. Instead Thor grabs Stasi by the hair and lifts her to her feet, only to slam her back down to the mat with a scoop slam! Thor grabs Stasi by the hair again. He lifts her up before slamming her back down to the mat with a second scoop slam! Continuing to smirk, Thor lifts Stasi up by her hair a third time and drills her to the mat with a third scoop slam! Finally, Thor decides to cover.

One…

Two...

Thre...Stasi kicks out!

Nelson: And just like that, things have turned in the favor of Sah’ta Thor after drilling Stasi Herveaux with a DDT and throwing the boss’ wife over the top rope to the floor.

Crumb: That had to hurt! But like I said, I don’t know how much more he has.

Rose: It was all done is desperation because I think he knows that the end is near. You think ASStrid is going to let things end like this after what happened in her last match and with the fact she’s not going to want to lose on her birthday show?

Thor grabs Stasi’s head and slams it back down to the mat before getting to his feet. Waiting for Stasi to get to her feet, Thor takes a step back. Astrid Sedin climbs on to the apron, but Thor spots her. He nails her with a clothesline that knocks her down to the thinly matted floor. Thor turns his attention back to Stasi, stalking her as she rises to her feet. Thor moves swiftly over to Stasi and performs a double underhook backbreaker! Stasi nearly cries out in pain. Thor takes in the sight, enjoying the sight of Stasi writhing on the mat. Suddenly, Thor picks Stasi up and nails her with a double underhook backbreaker a second time! Thor rolls Stasi over and goes for the cover.

One…

Two...

Thr...Astrid slides in and breaks it up, much to the crowd’s approval!

Nelson: A very close call there as Sedin slides in at the very last second to save the match for her and Herveaux. Had she been a fraction of a second later, Sah’ta Thor would have been walking out with the victory.

Crumb: It wasn’t that close. Sure, the ref was coming down for the three count, but Astrid got in there in the nick of time.

Rose: Luck… sheer, pure, dumb luck is what it was.

Stasi rolls to the side of the ring as Astrid drills Thor with punches, feeding off the adrenaline provided by the crowd! Astrid sends Thor to the mat after a hard right hand, continuing to nail him with punches, until the referee yells at her to stop. Remarkably Astrid backs off, allowing Thor to get to his feet. Astrid runs and takes Thor down with a headscissors takedown! Astrid waits for Thor to get back to his feet. Once to one knee, Astrid runs at Thor, attempting to hit him with a shining wizard. Thor rolls out of the way at the last second. Astrid turns around and Thor nails her with a spinning back fist! Astrid crumples down to the mat. Thor catches his breath. Instead of going for a pin, he grabs Astrid’s leg and locks her in the Inverted Cloverleaf a second time!

Nelson: Sedin was building some momentum, but Thor was able to turn the tide and catch her in that cloverleaf again!

Crumb: Astrid’s got perhaps the shortest legs of the company and she isn’t afraid to go to the top rope for some high risk. Maybe Sah’ta’s plan is to ground her so that she can’t do any of that flippy stuff she does.

Rose: Regardless, I expected to see more from these two ladies. It’s starting to seem like they’re letting Old Man Sah’ta walk all over them.

Astrid cries out in pain as Thor increases the grip on Astrid’s legs. Astrid tries to crawl toward the ropes but when that doesn’t work instead stretches out her arm futilely. Astrid looks as if the pain is getting to be too much and is about to tap when the Number One Contender to the IPW Heavyweight Championship slides in and dropkicks Thor right in the face! The crowd boos as both Stasi and Astrid look relieved.

Nelson: OOH! That had to hurt as Herveaux drilled Thor in the face!

Crumb: Stasi saved the match for their team like Astrid did as well a few moments ago. What more do these ladies have in store?

Rose: I’m starting to get bored. Is it possible to take a pee break?

Stasi grabs Thor and nails him with a forearm that sends him down to the mat. Thor gets up and Stasi sends him down to the mat with another forearm. Astrid tries to use the ropes to get to her feet. Thor gets back up and nails Stasi in the face with a right hand. Stasi stumbles back. Thor attempts to hit her with a dropkick, but Stasi dodges it. Thor gets right back up and Stasi nails Thor with Dirty Little Thing (inverted facelock double knee backbreaker)! Thor spins right around into Astrid’s grasp, who takes him down with Black Magic (inverted facelock into double knee backbreaker)!

Nelson: I think this is it. There is no coming back for Thor after getting hit with that.

Crumb: COVER HIM! STOP WASTING TIME!

Rose: I told you this would happen. I knew that Old Man Sah’ta would eventually fall victim to these two.

Both Lady Icons fall on top of Thor for the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winners of this Handicap match….Astrid Sedin and Stasi Herveaux!

The crowd boo heavily as Astrid and Stasi get to their feet. Astrid gives Stasi a look. Stasi nods and heads to the outside of the ring.

Nelson: Sedin and Herveaux are victorious here tonight but they do not look like they are done.

Rose: Sore winners are what they are! Sore winners!

Stasi returns to the ring with two steel chairs and promptly hands one to Astrid. Both look at Thor, who is struggling to get to his feet. They look ready and poised to hit Thor. However, before either Lady Icon can do anything, Jackson Felix Coltrane runs down to the ring and pulls Thor out, causing the crowd to cheer.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE RESCUES SAH’TA THOR FROM POSSIBLE INJURY BY STASI HERVEAUX AND ASTRID SEDIN?!?!

As JFC helps Thor to his feet, Thor looks at both Lady Icons in the ring and laughs loudly, satisfied at escaping from them.

Torres: The following EXTREME MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY 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: Introducing first, from New Haven, East Essex, England...weighing in at eighty-two kilograms….standing at a height of one point seventy-three meters….he is Hot Take...COREY LAZARUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This young man has been very vocal concerning his conceived conspiracy theory against him by all things Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Crumb: I don’t like him.

Rose: I think of Corey was less concerned with conspiracies against him and instead focus on grinding out a string of successfully wins, he could very well be the IPW Heavyweight Champion by Christmas.

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 next from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….standing at five feet ten inches….he is The Nightmare….OLIVER BLACCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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: Black has been on a bit of a losing streak and a win here could go a long way toward furthering his resurgence.

Crumb: This is Oliver’s element for sure.

Rose: That’s true but you have to think that Oliver is more preoccupied with getting into the head of our Heavyweight Champion, Aaron Kostan, than matches.

Both men stand in the ring and stare each other down, waiting patiently for the bell to ring. Seconds later, the referee calls for it.

DING DING DING!!!

---Extreme Match: ”The Hot Take” Corey Lazarus vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Corey Lazarus runs across the ring and nails Black with a European uppercut. Then a second and then a third. The impact of each blow sends Black stumbling back. Lazarus grabs the Nightmare and tries to shoot him across the ring. Black is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the center of the ring to meet Lazarus on the rebound. Unfortunately for him, Lazarus charges back with a clubbing blow! Black hits the mat hard. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Lazarus grab hold of him. The Hot Take hoists Black into the air and slams him down onto the ropes with a front suplex. Oliver hangs there for just a moment---giving Lazarus enough room to run forward and deliver a vicious knee shot that sends Oliver down to the mat. Lazarus covers.

One...

Two...Black kicks out!

Nelson: I was going to say that it is a bit of a surprise to see how aggressive Corey Lazarus has started this match, but...

Oliver grabs the ropes and tries to use them to pull himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Corey is quick to get back on the offensive. He grabs Oliver's arms and ties them up in the ropes. He then steps forward and uses his knees to great effect on Oliver's ribs---delivering shot after shot in an effort to wear Oliver down. The referee has no choice but to watch. Oliver eventually is only held up by the fact that his arms are trapped in the ropes. The fans give Lazarus a relatively mixed reaction being the lesser of two evils, but he ignores it and takes a few steps back. Lazarus suddenly charges forward and attempts to deliver a superkick to the trapped rival! Black frees himself and ducks out of the way just in time, causing Lazarus to straddle the top rope in pain. He tries to pull himself back into the ring, but can't before Oliver Black hits him with a dropkick that sends him crashing to the floor!

Rose: And there's the downside to being too aggressive...

Nelson: I never thought I would hear you preaching patience, Rose.

Rose: Oh, I'm not preaching patience. I love it when people are aggressive! I'm just perfectly aware that there are risks!

Corey slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet on the floor, shaking off the impact to the best of his ability. Oliver Black steps out to the floor to meet him. He aggressively focuses his attention on Lazarus when he reaches his feet, hitting him in the mouth with right hand after right hand. Lazarus staggers back with each blow that connects, but nonetheless remains on his feet. The Nightmare shakes his head in annoyance and charges at Lazarus, but unfortunately gets lifted into the air and slammed onto the floor with a belly-to-belly suplex!

Oliver is slow to pull himself back up to his feet, using the apron to speed the process up a bit. Lazarus grabs the back of Oliver’s head and SLAMS him into the apron. Hot Take then rolls him back into the ring. Oliver staggers toward the center of the ring and tries to reach his feet. Lazarus reaches under the ring and grabs hold of a steel chair.

Rose: Time for the weapons!

Corey steps back into the ring with the steel chair. Black groggily pulls himself back up to his feet and turns. Lazarus aims a MASSIVE chairshot at Oliver's head. Black just barely ducks out of the way in time. Lazarus turns around to try a second time, only to have Oliver hit him with a side kick to the ribs. Lazarus drops the chair to the mat. Oliver immediately gets to work with a few aggressive strikes to try and wear Lazarus down even more. He then grabs the boyfriend of the Television Champion and tries to shoot him across the ring. Lazarus reverses the attempt, but before he can do anything to Black on the rebound, Black charges in with a huge spear! Lazarus crashes hard to the mat, but wisely creates some space between the two of them before Black can cover him. This doesn't seem to deter Black, who grabs the steel chair and sets it up a few inches away from Lazarus.

Nelson: We have seen what Oliver Black can do with weapons and I have to say...I am not looking forward to this!

Rose: Well maybe you need to get a little more excited!

Corey Lazarus finally starts to make it back up to his feet---only to have Oliver Black run at him and deliver a bulldog through the chair! The fans are on their feet cheering for the show of violence. Black rolls him over and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thre---Lazarus kicks out!

Crumb: That was close!

Corey Lazarus is much slower in his efforts to make it back up to his feet this time around. Oliver Black shakes his head and exits the ring, looking for a few more toys to introduce to the fray. It only takes a few seconds of searching under the ring for Black to emerge with a table. The fans rise to their in anticipation of what is soon to follow. Black slides the table into the ring before searching under the ring once again. Seconds later, he takes out a baseball bat...

Corey: I have a feeling that things are about to get pretty ugly for Corey...

Rose: We can only hope!

Oliver Black holds the bat in the air for all to see. The fans rise to their feet in excitement, Black making sure that everyone gets a good view of it. He then turns around and tries to enter the ring once again. Unfortunately for him, Corey seems to have recovered a bit while Oliver was getting his toys. Lazarus runs across the ring and hits Black with a baseball slide that knocks him down to the floor. Oliver also drops the bat in the process. Lazarus slides out to the floor to meet Oliver and grabs the bat. He waits for Black to stagger back up to his feet before swinging the bat hard at his ribs. The impact sends Black staggering back while desperately trying to cover up. Nonetheless, he remains on his feet. Unfortunately, that is not the case for long, as Lazarus runs forward and BLASTS Oliver with the bat!

Crumb: WHAT CAN OLIVER BLACK BE THINKING AS HE IS BLASTED BY COREY LAZARUS WITH THAT BAT?!?!

Rose: Probably, “homerun!”

Corey grabs Black and rolls him back into the ring. A bit of blood begins to trickle down Black's head. He pulls himself back up to his feet and notices the blood. A look of rage comes across his face. Unfortunately for Black, he doesn't even get a chance to react. Lazarus rushes at him and kicks him in the head with a BIG thrust kick! Oliver collapses to the mat. Lazarus drops down on top of him and hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

THRE---Black kicks out!

Crumb: I really thought that Corey had the win right there!

Nelson: Black is showing that it will take more than that to keep him down!

Lazarus turns toward the referee with shock on his face. The referee insists that it was a two count. Lazarus shakes his head. Black uses the turnbuckle to pull himself back up to his feet, blood continuing to trickle down his head. Lazarus watches and waits until Oliver is back on his feet. Once he is, he steps toward the Nightmare and tries to keep control---only to have Oliver grab him. Black slams Lazarus's head into the now exposed steel turnbuckle! Oliver does it a second time to draw blood before dragging Lazarus toward the center of the ring and delivering a Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN COREY LAZARUS BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK JUST CONNECTED WITH DARKNESS FALLING IN THE CENTER OF THE RING?!?!

Black covers.

One…

Two...

THRE---KICK OUT!

Nelson: These two Icons are giving it all they have.

Corey tries to crawl back up to his feet. Oliver lines himself up with Hot Take. The fans rise to their feet in anticipation of what is going to happen next. Once Lazarus is up to one knee, Black charges at him for a We are the Witches (shining wizard)...only to have Lazarus throw himself at Black to send both of them crashing to the mat. The two Icons slowly try to drag themselves back up to their feet. Suddenly, the arena fills with boos as Astrid Sedin and Stasi Herveaux slowly walk out from the back.

Nelson: Now what in the world is Sedin and Herveaux doing out here?

Rose: SPOT. LIGHT. WHORES!

Crumb: Something wicked this way comes!

The Lady Icon duo reach the ring before either Icons can make it back up to their feet. Astrid slides into the ring and hits Black in the head with a hard kick to keep him down on the mat. She then grabs Lazarus and pulls him up to his feet. Astrid hits a short-arm lariat on Hot Take to send him back to the mat. She then grabs the table that had been brought in the ring previously and sets it up in a corner. Astrid mounts Lazarus begins to choke the life out of him. She then lifts him up and shoves him against the table.

Nelson: The attack by the Lady Icons seem to be concentrated on Lazarus.

Crumb: Perhaps this is get back from on the trash talking Corey has been doing against Astrid’s husband?

Rose: Or maybe they’re…SPOTLIGHT WHORES?![

Astrid steps back toward the center of the ring and waits for just a moment before charging forward. She tries to deliver a big splash through the table but Lazarus ducks out of the way just in time! Astrid crashes through the table!

Crumb: OH NO!

Rose: OH YES!

Lazarus takes a moment to catch his breath and recover. Sighing, he turns around to refocus on the match---only to get hit with another Darkness Falling!

Nelson: Seemingly out of nowhere, Black hits Darkness Falling on an unsuspecting Lazarus!

Black covers.

One…

Two...

THREE!

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

Stasi pulls Astrid out of the ring as an exhausted bloody Black and an equally exhausted bloody Lazarus lay in the middle of the ring.

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Nelson: What are we about to see here?

Rose: Is that really a question you want answered when it comes to the Dark Karnevil?

Crumb: I’m not sure I want anything answered when it comes to those sideshow looking freaks!

Torres: The following contest is the Helloween main event! It is an EXTREME TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!!!

"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: Introducing first, from team number one, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches….hailing from Parts Unknown... representing the Dark Karnevil…..this is WILLOW RAINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Could we see this woman go a little insane tonight?

Crumb: Doesn’t that kind of go without saying when we admit she’s a part of Dark Karnevil?

Nelson: I suppose there is an argument to be made for that, yes.

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: Her tag team partner, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds...standing at six feet two inches….hailing from The Karnival...representing the Dark Karnevil…he is XSTATIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Speak of the devil...

Rose: And he shall appear...

Crumb: And make us all feel uneasy!

The guitar hits on “The Last Pale Light in the West” by Ben Nichols and out from the back walks Jackson Felix Coltrane, a smirk on her face carrying a large mirror. He hands it off to an attendant who hurries it to the ring. The arena lights cast a fiery orange around the stadium as the Iconic-tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring to wait for his partner.

Torres: And their opponents, hailing from Phoenix, Arizona….weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds…standing at a height of six feet three inches...he is the Ego Killer…. JACKSON FELIX COLTRANNNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: A mirror?

Nelson: I have to wonder about Coltrane’s sanity to bring something large and glass this close to Willow Rainn and Xstatic?

Rose: That makes you question his sanity? Running into matches that is of no concern of his makes me question it!

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: And his partner hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina…. weighing in tonight at two hundred and eleven pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...he is the current reigning Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion...The Artist... AARON KOSTAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: And here is our Heavyweight Champion!

Nelson: One has to wonder whether or not Kostan will be completely focused on the match at hand considering the issues he has brewing with Oliver Black?

Rose: After the match Oliver just went through I doubt Aaron will have anything to worry about but if Aaron wants to survive in this match against the dangerous Dark Karnevil, he’ll focus all of his attention to this match!

DING DING DING!!

---Dark Karnevil (Willow Rain and Matthew “Xstatic” Johnson) vs. Jackson Felix Coltrane and “The Artist” Aaron Koston---

As Xstatic stands there smirking, JFC quickly grabs the mirror, swings it around, and blasts Willow over the head with it. Willow goes down as broken glass showers her on the mat!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

JFC turns and feints a swing at Xstatic before bringing the mirror down across Willow’s back again. The crowd cheers as JFC brings the mirror down on top of Willow for a third time before tossing the remains aside.

Rose: This is some bullshit! This punk Jax needs to be disqualified!

Nelson: Remember that this is an Extreme match, Rose. The referee is only there to count the pinfall and/or acknowledge the submission.

Regaining his composure, Xstatic steps in and spits red mist into JFC’s eyes. Kostan runs over and tackles the Dark Karnevil leader to the ropes. Xstatic tries to hold on but Kostan shoves him off. Xstatic tumbles through the ropes out onto the edge of the ring. As he starts to get to his feet, Kostan drills him with a dropkick over the top rope. Xstatic tumbles to the thinly matted floor below as the crowd goes crazy again.

Crumb: Let’s go, Aaron!

Kostan grabs the top rope and slingshots himself out onto Xstatic on the floor. Xstatic catches him and falls back against the railing as his legs momentarily start to fail him. He hoists the Champ back up and starts to drop him into a stun gun. Kostan gets his hands on the rail to block it. Xstatic releases and falls away but Kostan executes a handstand on the railing. The crowd cheers as Kostan stands there upside down, waiting for Xstatic to stand back up.

Xstatic makes his way to his feet and Kostan throws himself into a flying headscissors takedown. Xstatic slides into the step. Kostan gets to his feet, the crowd cheering him on. Xstatic springs up, throwing himself into a spinning heel kick to the face that floors Kostan. Xstatic jumps up onto the apron and goes for an Asai moonsault. Kostan moves out of the way and Xstatic is able to barely able to land on his feet. Kostan leaps up and blasts Xstatic in the face with a forearm shot. Xstatic crashes back into the steel and Kostan gives him a second forearm shot before transitioning to a bulldog on the floor.

Nelson: Kostan displaying why he emerged from the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament as the Heavyweight Champion.

Rose: Yeah but this isn’t the tournament, Patrick.

Crumb: Look what’s going on in the ring, guys!

Inside the ring, JFC staggers up, slowly wiping the mist from her eyes. He glances about the ring to find Willow slowly getting up to all fours. JFC runs over and kicks Willow in the ribs, stepping back to let the crowd’s reaction wash over him. JFC charges forward again and kicks Willow in the stomach before jumping into a rolling cradle.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICK OUT!!!

Nelson: Coltrane almost had the win for his team!

Rose: I must say I’m loving the aggression of Jackson in this match!

Both Icons get to their feet. Willow punches JFC straight in the mouth. JFC staggers back, momentarily stunned before firing back in kind. Willow punches him again and JFC fires back. The two begin trading shots for a few seconds before JFC goes for a double leg takedown attempt. Willow tries to stuff it but JFC will not be denied. The two crash to the mat in the sea of broken glass, JFC rolling them into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICK OUT!!!

Nelson: Yet another near pinfall by Coltrane!

Crumb: Jax has coming within milliseconds of winning this match for him and Aaron twice now.

Rose: It’s going to take more than some inside cradles to defeat Willow!

They both get back up and JFC delivers a kick to the midsection followed by a punching combination that sends Willow back towards the corner. JFC continues to fire away until Willow hits the turnbuckles hard. JFC gives her one last spin kick and Willow falls into the seated position. JFC kicks her and then runs across the ring, bouncing for the crowd to enjoy. He turns and rushes to the corner, nailing the Willow with a knee to the face.

Nelson: Goodness gracious, what an impact!

Crumb: We seem to be seeing flashes of a new Jax tonight!

Rose: New Jax...old Jax...it’s still the lame ol’ Jax!

JFC prances across the ring and bathes in the crowd’s cheers while a dazed Willow sits in the corner. On the floor, Xstatic staggers up to all fours. Kostan takes him over into a rolling cradle on the floor. The referee slides over and counts.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICK OUT!!!

Nelson: SO CLOSE!

Kostan gets a knee to the head of Xstatic before going up onto the apron of the ring. Xstatic staggers up and Kostan goes for a tornado DDT. Xstatic swings around and reverses into a bridging Northern Lights suplex.

One…

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Thre...KICK OUT!!!

Both get to their feet and Xstatic kicks Kostan between his legs. Kostan falls to her knees in pain.

Nelson and Cumb: OOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!

Rose: What kind of man kicks another man in the nuts?!

Xstatic looks up and sees Jackson Felix Coltrane comes over to the ropes near him to wave to the crowd. Xstatic spits green mist in his face. JFC clutches at his eyes, falling to his knees by the ropes. Xstatic ducks under the ring apron and pulls out a small black bag before diving into the ring. He pulls in behind JFC, dropping the small bag behind him. Pulling JFC up off the ropes, he starts to hook him up when JFC jumps into a victory roll.

One…

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Thre… KICK OUT!!!

Nelson: Once again Coltrane with the so close pinfall attempt!

Crumb: LET’S GO, JAX! LET’S GO, AARON!

Xstatic pops up and snaps off DDT! He moves over towards the ropes and Kostan grabs his ankles. The crowd roars as Kostan pulls him out to the floor and smashes him in the face with a drink he got from the crowd.

Rose: Wait, wait, wait! Did the almighty pure Aaron just cheat?

Crumb: There is no way in the world Aaron would cheat, Rose!

Rose: He just smashed a drink into Xstatic’s face!

Nelson: Remember this is an Extreme Tag Team match, Rose. Actions such as that are perfectly legally under the confines of the rules.

Xstatic staggers back. Kostan hits a flying knee. He hooks the legs and holds for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre….Willow MAKES THE SAVE!!!

Crumb: How did Willow get there in time?

Rose: How in the hell did she vault the top rope like that?!

Nelson: That looked like the kind of athleticism Kostan usually displays!

Willow dives back into the ring and drops a leg on JFC before staring at the bag lying on the mat mere inches away. Willow picks up the bag and empties it out onto the mat to show the crowd thousands of glittering thumbtacks.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS WILLOW COVERS THE CANVAS WITH THOUSANDS OF THUMBTACKS?!?!

Willow walks over and JFC pulls her down into a cradle again.

One…

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Thre...KICK OUT!!

Willow leaps up angrily and soccer kicks JFC in the face. She drags JFC up, jumps up onto his shoulders, and hits Riott Kick (spike rana) onto the tacks!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Outside the ring, Xstatic staggers up near the ring and climbs up onto the apron. Kostan follows and Xstatic tries to mist him. Kostan ducks, pulls Xstatic onto his shoulders, and hits Finale (Argentina DDT) off the apron to the floor!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

As Kostan starts to cover, he sees Willow grab JFC’s legs and turn him over into a modified Deadly Poisoned Kisses (running bulldog into a Boston crab) with his face still in the tacks. Willow sees Kostan about to make the cover and bridges back, bending JFC in half as she goes. JFC screams bloody murder loud and high enough to make Kostan stand up.

Rose: Snap him in half, Willow!

Crumb: I don’t think Jax can hold on much longer!

JFC taps, screaming in agony.

Nelson: Coltrane has tapped! Coltrane has tapped!

Torres: The winners of this Extreme Tag Team match….the Dark Karnevil….Willow Rainn and Xstatic!

Kostan climbs up onto the apron but Xstatic, blood rolling down his painted face from the earlier impact, prevents him from getting in the ring. JFC screams for another second and then starts to fade.

Nelson: RELEASE THE HOLD DAMN IT!

Crumb: WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE!

Seeing security starting to come through the entrance, Xstatic releases Kostan. The Heavyweight Champ jumps in to knock Willow loose. JFC rolls over, his eyes still bugging out from the pain, his voice seemingly gone.

Rose: Dark Karnevil have made a statement tonight!

Xstatic moves in to keep Willow away. Kostan quickly checks on JFC while Xstatic and Willow stand there talking things over.

Nelson: My goodness, Coltrane is covered in those thumbtacks!

Rose: Jackson’s a human pin cushion and did you see how far Willow just bent him?

Crumb: Human beings weren’t meant to stretch that far!

Rose: And yet Willow just forced it on Jackson!

As security keep an eye on Xstatic and Willow, they never notice Flash and Acrimony running down the rampway. The duo slides into the ring and Flash connects with a spear to the back of Kostan. The security force turn to look at the commotion giving Xstatic and Willow the chance to pounce on them.

Rose: What in the hell?!

Crumb: It’s complete anarchy in the ring!

Kostan is able to toss Flash off of him but as soon as he does he is assaulted with a heavy boot to the face from Acrimony. Xstatic and Willow manage to throw security from the ring. Flash and Acrimony begin to stomp on Kostan while Xstatic and Willow do the same to JFC.

Nelson: We are out of time! Thank you for joining us at our first ever supercard event, Helloween, here on the Iconic Professional Wrestling Twitch channel, ladies and gentlemen. I am Patrick Nelson, and on behalf of my colleagues, Todd Crumb and Rose, goodnight!

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