Chaos - 09 December 2018

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!

LIVE FROM THE BARKER HANGAR IN SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA

Instead of the official Chaos theme song, “Fight Music” by D12, playing suddenly the lights dim and “Miami Showdown” begins playing. The crowds response seems almost muffled as the IPW Heavyweight Champion, Aaron Kostan emerges. He holds the belt at his side, the strap noticeably scraping the ground.

Nelson: The fans in attendance here seem almost uncertain of how to react to Kostan after the events of Chaos “An IPW Thanksgiving.”

Crumb: I don’t even know how to react! He looks so sad!

Rose: Hahaa...good!

“The Artist” looks around at the crowd before meandering to the ring. He looks up the steps then bows his head before walking up them and entering the squared circle. Some of the fans, seeing is distraught state begin chanting his name as he grabs the microphone.

Crowd: Aaron Kostan! *clap clap clap clap clap* Aaron Kostan!

Crumb: Aaron Kostan!

Rose: Oh be quiet!

Aaron peruses the crowd and mouths “thank you” a couple of times before finally beginning to talk.

Aaron: Thank you all. Really. Thank you. I uh...I don’t deserve it, but thank you.

He begins pacing around the ring in circles.

Aaron: I um...I want you all to know I had nothing to do with what happened at the end of the show last week. That needs to be made clear right now. As far as I knew, when I came to I wasn’t the IPW Champion any more.

He raises the belt and stares into the face plate for a moment.

Aaron: As far as I know, I shouldn’t be champion. As far as I can tell...I’m not.

He pauses, clearly still trying to get his words together.

Aaron: There have been three shows since I won the tournament final. In two of those the show closed with me staring at the lights of this hanger. Don’t get me wrong...they are big, beautiful lights but that doesn’t mean I want to be looking at them.

He lets out a little chuckle, the only hint of happiness he has shown since coming out.

Aaron: Corey made sure that didn’t happen last week. Instead, he made me pass out. Of course, you all know what happened next, and don’t worry we will come back to that.

Kostan holds the IPW Championship up for the crowd to see.

Aaron: This belt may seem gold and shiny, but it isn’t. In just one month’s time it has already become tarnished. I have tarnished it. If it wasn’t the losses, it was the broken promises. If it wasn’t that it was letting my emotions seep into my professional life. Did you see my promos before the championship match? I was pathetic...and yeah, maybe it’s for a good reason...but it doesn’t change the fact that a champion shouldn’t talk like that.

Another pause. He puts his index finger in the air.

Aaron: So, as champion, I couldn’t walk the walk.

He puts up a second finger.

Aaron: I couldn’t talk the talk.

He points to the back.

Aaron: But Corey could. Corey did.

Some of the fans boo at the mention of Corey Lazarus. Aaron holds up a hand to quiet them.

Aaron: I know. I know. I’m not a fan either. Facts are facts though, and that is the real reason that I am out here this week. You’ve heard my woes. You’ve see the gloom in my face. This isn’t a sad speech though. This, my friends, is anger.

He stops moving and stares down the camera.

Aaron: I’m angry that last week I became a pawn in someone’s little game. I’m angry that this championship got drug through the mud. And though I shouldn’t have been surprised by Samson’s antics, I’m mad that I defended him just a few short weeks ago.

He points down the lens.

Aaron: And let’s be clear Mr. Samson. This championship will never be what you want it to be if you go around changing rules and interfering in title matches. No matter who holds it, it will be as worthless as ice in Hell.

He turns away from the camera and looks back at the fans.

Aaron: I will not be defending Mr. Samson any more, and if that is what he thinks of this IPW Heavyweight Championship...I won’t be defending it either.

As he says that, “The Artist” lays the belt down at his feet. As he turns away from it though, he is interrupted.

NIGHTMARE!

Oliver Black comes out to a chorus of boos which he happily drinks in as Kostan looks on.

Crumb: Do I see steam coming from Aaron’s ears?

Rose: No...go see an optometrist.

Oliver twirls a microphone in his hand as he slowly stalks to the ring a crooked grin across his face. Stopping just short of the ring.

Oliver: For once Aaron, I couldn't agree with you more.

Oliver says as he makes his way up the steps, stopping at the turnbuckle.

Oliver: You don't deserve it.

Oliver pauses again stepping through the ropes and steps up to Aaron Kostan the World Title laying on the mat between the two competitors.

Oliver: You don't deserve these people chanting your name. And you sure as hell don't deserve THAT!

Oliver points down to the championship belt.

Oliver: Not the Aaron Kostan standing in front of me. The sad and defeated Aaron. Quite frankly a pathetic Aaron. And these people don't deserve it either!

Oliver: I have said it week after goddam week Aaron…

Kostan cuts him off.

Aaron: You’re already on thin ice, Oliver. Very...thin ice. There’s no need for that language.

Oliver holds up his hands, though clearly more as a way to brush the remark off than as an apology.

Oliver: That’s what I’m talking about. Week after week I’ve told you-

Aaron: That as long as I keep playing the good guy, and ignoring the “true me” I will never be as good as I could be. Because for some reason, being great in this sport depends on being ruthless, cold, hateful...despicable. Too bad I never asked for your opinion. And just so we’re clear, I’m not asking for it now either.

Oliver sighs heavily and shakes his head slightly.

Oliver: You see that's just the thing Aaron. You may not want it, you may not have asked for it… but yet you believe it, know it to be true. Because if you didn't… if you didn't think there was the slightest bit of truth to my words you wouldn't have alerted the authorities. You wouldn't have told the police to investigate me about your friend… About Anna.

Crumb: I knew Oliver was involved somehow!

Oliver: She sends her warmest regards by the way.

Oliver grins, his head tilted down but his eyes not leaving Aaron's.

Aaron: We’ve been through this, Oliver. I don’t believe you.

Oliver: True, you have said that quite a lot, but actions speak louder than words.

Oliver begins walking around Aaron, who stands his ground, only turning his head slightly to watch the nightmare.

Oliver: Three hundred million people in this country Aaron, but only one tipped off the authorities. Now who was that? Oh right, that...was…

He lands back in front of Kostan and puts an accusing finger to his chest.

Oliver: ...you. So let’s be clear. You don’t deserve that belt, so let us have a little match at Christmas Clash. One of two things will happen. You will finally embrace who you really are, and deserve to be champion...or someone who deserves it, who isn’t a weak as you, who doesn’t cater to the little children in the crowd, will rip it from you.

He pauses, looking down at the championship, the only thing separating the two men.

Oliver: And if it’s pay to play...I know your price. Unless...of course...you don’t believe me.

Oliver drops the microphone to his side. The two men stare intensely at each other and inch closer until their toes are touching the IPW Championship below them. Kostan looks around at the fans, then shakes his head.

Aaron: You’re right Oliver...I do believe you.

A loud thud echoes through the arena as Aaron, with lightning speed, clocks “The Nightmare” upside the head with the microphone. The commentators jump from their seats.

Rose: What the-

Nelson: Kostan just belted Oliver Black!

Crumb: I can’t watch this!

Aaron doesn’t waste a second. He tackles the stumbling Oliver Black and lands haymaker after haymaker. Oliver tries to cover up and roll over to protect his face. Aaron climbs off of him and yanks him up, throwing him into the corner.

Nelson: We need to get some security out here.

Still fuming, “The Artist” charges the corner. Oliver gets his legs up to stop the advance. He tries to go on the offensive, but Aaron sidesteps and drops him with a drop toe hold. In a matter of seconds he locks in the Kostan Crab (elevated Boston crab) and wrenches it back as far as he can go.

Crumb: Finally, here comes some officials.

Rose: I say let them fight!

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

The officials storm the ring and attempt to pull Aaron off of Oliver. It takes a couple of minutes, but finally they wrench his arms free and pull him off. He walks over to the IPW Championship and picks it up, along with his microphone.

Aaron: You want a match. You’ve got it.

He kneels down in front of Oliver, the officials still standing around him to make sure he doesn’t jump him again.

Aaron: And Oliver I am going to make sure you don’t leave the ring with the IPW Championship...and if I find out you’re playing me, or even worse...that you hurt her. I will make sure you never leave the ring again.

He throws the microphone down emphatically and rolls from the ring. The crowd is still abuzz as he walks calmly up the ramp, the belt again dragging on the floor.

The camera zooms in on his face, with the ring in the background where Oliver is now sitting up and holding the microphone himself. He breathes heavily into it for a couple of seconds, then smirks, a laugh escaping from his lips.

Oliver: That’s the Artist I wanted to see!

Aaron, refusing to turn back to him, shakes his head and walks backstage.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS CHALLENGED AARON KOSTAN TO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT CHAOS “CHRISTMAS CLASH”?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Oliver Black is an opportunist fake that manipulated this entire scenario to work his way into a Heavyweight Championship match!”

Nelson: What a way to start off Chaos!

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

Rose: Tag team match? Herbert must not have gotten the memo that Seth’s scheduled partner doesn’t work for this company!

As the lights fade and the darkness falls upon the arena “Hail To The King by Avenged Sevenfold starts to play as the crowd starts to cheer. The screen flashes the words "Time for a new age!" and then the Seth Owens runs out and throws up the devil horns. He puts his hand down and kneels lightly brushing his fingers over the floor before making a fist and looking up at the ring. He gets up and heads down the ramp and rolls into the ring hopping up and cracking his neck.

Torres: Introducing first from Miami, Florida…weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches...he is the King of Punk…..SETH OWENNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Whatever in the world happen to Izzy J anyway? He appeared at the last Chaos broadcast making a save for Seth against the females of Dark Karnevil and hasn’t been heard from since.

Nelson: I learned the other day that Izzy J was not officially employed by Iconic Professional Wrestling. He was here on a handshake agreement while the proper negotiations were to take place. Apparently those talks failed and now we are here with Owens without a tag team partner.

Marilyn Manson’s “(s)AINT” starts. At the 0:40 mark, Flash and Willow Rainn appear at the top of the ramp. The two female members of the Dark Karnevil walk down the aisle, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd.

Torres: His opponents….the team Willow Rainn and Flash….THE DARK KARNEVIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: I’m scared! Hold me!

Rose: If you don’t get you spaghetti arms off me!

Nelson: If you remember it was at the last Chaos broadcast that Rainn and Flash attacked Seth Owens which lead to this match to be announced!

The referee is about to signal for the bell when he is suddenly stopped by Seth. He walks over to the ropes and beckons Herbert Torres over. Once Torres comes to ringside, Seth whispers something to him.

Nelson: Now what is this about?

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Seth Owens does indeed have a tag team partner for this match.

”Here I am” hits as pink and gold lights go off throughout the arena. Caliee adams steps out on the entrance ramp with a slight smirk along her pink glossy lips. She stands at the top of the ramp before she skips down to the ring. She didn't pay any attention to her surroundings. Caliee would jump up on one side of the ring and the ring and strike a pose before entering the ring and waiting for her.

Torres: Coming to the ring South Hampton, New York….she weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet three inches...making her Iconic Pro Wrestling debut...she is CALIEE ADAMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS IT IS ANNOUNCED THE DEBUTING CALIEE ADAMS IS THE TAG TEAM PARTNER OF SETH OWENS AGAINST WILLOW RAINN AND FLASH OF THE DARK KARNEVIL?!?!

Rose: Probably, “who in the hell is Caliee Adams?!”

DING DING DING!!

---Caliee Adams and Seth Owens vs. Dark Karnevil (Willow Rainn and Flash)---

Seth Owens rushes in at the Dark Karnevil. Willow catches him coming in with a deep arm drag. She quickly transitions into a cover.

One…

Two…

THRE...Caliee MAKES THE SAVE WITH A DROPKICK!

Flash rushes in and nails Caliee with a big clothesline while Seth rolls Willow over into a crucifix pin.

One…

Two…

TH...KICK OUT!!

Flash looks to grab Caliee on the mat and instead eats a kick to the head for her trouble. Flash staggers back. Caliee pops up into a forearm shot to the chest. Flash doubles over and Caliee brings her down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

REVERSAL!!!

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!!!

Nelson: It is amazing how fast this match has gone!

Rose: Hey, they’re trying to win...there’s nothing wrong with that!

Nelson: There is nothing wrong with trying to win, I was just commenting on how they are going crazy tonight.

Rose: Well, when you have people with that kind of speed versus the creepy sisters, you better try to win it early and often!

Willow stands up and grabs Seth by the throat. Seth knees Willow in the gut and then spins into a backfist to the back of the head. Willow staggers forward. Seth runs forward and clotheslines her from behind, the momentum causing them both to fall over the top rope. With all the extra weight on her back, Willow flips so that Seth lands on the thinly matted concrete first with Willow crashing on top of him. Flash and Caliee watch them go over from their knees. Flash punches Caliee in the mouth. Caliee falls to all fours and Flash grabs her for a cradle again.

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!!!

Caliee throws her legs across Flash’s arm and pulls her down into a pinning predicament again.

One…

Two…

THRE...SHOULDER UP!!!

Caliee swings through into a cross armbreaker but Flash grabs the ropes. Caliee immediately releases her grip and Flash rises up into a rolling clothesline. As Caliee hits, Flash grabs her by the throat and starts choking Caliee down. The referee starts counting for the break but Flash isn’t listening.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five!

The referee warns Flash and Caliee manages to transition into a chokehold of her own.

Nelson: These two Lady Icons are trying to kill each other!

The referee starts counting for the break but neither women are listening.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five!!

The referee calls for the bell.

Torres: Due to a double countout, the referee has deemed this match as a Double Disqualification!

Caliee rolls her legs up and nails Flash with a knee. Flash tries to swat it away but the one arm being loose allows Caliee to roll away to freedom.

~~

The scene opens up and were backstage at the Barker Hanger. As we see Drake Jones walking down the hallway. Dressed in blue jeans and a black Nike hoody with the hood over his head. Out of nowhere comes Butterscotch Monroe with a mic in her hand.

“Ladies and Gentleman I'm Butterscotch Monroe here with the newest member of the IPW roster, Drake Jones. Drake Welcome to IPW."

The camera zooms in on a annoyed Drake Jones's face.

"Well I guess you snuck up on me to have this interview right? Well I guess thanks for the warm welcome. But I wanted to be left alone for now."

"Well Drake unfortunately that's not how things are in IPW. In IPW anything can happen."

The camera turns to Drake as he smirks.

"Good to know. But like I said I'm not wanting to be on camera right now." Drake says.

"Drake now that you've signed for IPW what can we expect?" Monroe says.

Drake frowns again.

"So I see you're not going away then. Ok I'll do your little interview. What can you expect from Drake Jones."

Drake pauses before smiling.

"You see Monroe what you can expect and what everyone else can expect is this guy standing in front of you becoming the best in IPW. I know that's a bold statement. But when I get in that IPW ring, I will prove that statement ten fold."

"There is an array of talent on the roster, how sure can you beat them all?"

"Nobodies sure of anything, but what I can say is I'll never give up. I'll never back down from a fight and I'll always be the person you and every fan out there will root for. I'll guarantee that." Drake says

"What are you expecting to achieve in IPW." Monroe says.

"What every else dreams of being and that is a champion. From the minute I signed the contract I said to myself that I will wear championship gold here in IPW. Nobody can stop me on that." Drake replies.

"Lastly when can we expect your debut?" Monroe says.

The camera zooms in on Drake's smiling face.

"Watch this space." Drake says as the camera fades off.

~~

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-MARIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: You know I’m really amazed how Flo has pretty much kept herself out of any personal feuds that seem to be prevalent in IPW today.

Nelson: She has definitely done that, Crumb, while at the same time massing an impressive win streak.

Rose: Except that she is looking to pick a fight with the Icon that gave her her first lose and picking a fight with Acrimony probably isn’t the smartest idea.

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 five feet nine inches...he is the Raging Storm….SAH’TA THOOOOOORRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: I just can’t believe that Old Man Sah’ta is STILL trying to wrestle?! Surely his job as a Walmart greeter is needing him?

Nelson: That’s not very nice, Rose.

Rose: Very true though.

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

DING DING DING!!

---Florence-Marie vs. “The Raging Storm” Sah’ta Thor---

Thor and Flo immediately meet each other in the middle of the ring, Thor hitting Flo in the mouth with a forearm smash. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Flo stumbles back from the impact as Thor bounces off of the ropes to build momentum! Before he can strike Flo on the rebound, Flo leaps into the air and hits Thor with a dropkick! Thor rolls over toward the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Once he is up, he shakes his head and approaches Flo in the middle of the ring. The two circle around one another and wait for an opening to appear. Flo grabs Thor and tries to wrestle him into a side headlock, but Thor blocks the attempt and throws a hard elbow into Flo's ribs. He then grabs Flo by the hair and takes her down to the mat! Thor drops an elbow onto Flo and hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Thr...Flo kicks out!

Flo starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Thor runs at her and hits Flo with a knee strike. He follows it up with a second. Flo tries to recover but Thor tries to wrestle Flo into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Flo spins out of Thor's grasp and creates space between the two of them. Thor tries to step toward Flo, who attempts to hit Thor in the jaw with a superkick! Thor just barely ducks under the attempt, scurrying back toward the ropes.

Crumb: If that would've hit...

Rose: Old Man Sah’ta would be taking that one way trip to retirement?

Flo smirks as Thor pulls himself back up. Once Thor is standing, Flo closes the gap and hits Thor with a kick to the ribs. She follows it up with a second before pulling Thor toward the middle of the ring. Thor responds by shoving Flo away toward the ropes. Flo grabs them as Thor charges and tries to send Flo to the floor. Flo positions herself between the ropes and kicks Thor in the mouth before positioning herself on the apron. Smirking, she steadies herself and waits for Thor to stop stumbling before springboarding into the ring and hitting Thor with a crossbody! Flo hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!!

Flo calls for the fans to cheer as Thor groggily drags himself back up to his feet. Flo bounces off of the ropes, seemingly setting Thor up for a shining wizard---only to have Thor grab her and roll Flo up for the cover.

One...

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: These two are going back and forth!

Both Icons pull themselves back up to their feet. Thor charges at Flo. The Lady Icon connects with a superkick! Flo pulls Thor up, stuffs his head between her legs, and commences to drop Thor on his head with her Canadian Destroyer (flipping piledriver).

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Florence-Marie!!!

Crumb: FLO-MA GOT HIM! FLO-MA GOT HIM!

Nelson and Rose: Flo-Ma?!

Crumb: What? I think it’s catchy.

Rose: Yeah, no.

Nelson: Nonetheless what you call this Lady Icon call her a winner. Her winning streak continues!

Walking out the door of his office, Joshua Samson, Esquire stops and looks back into the office before he closes the door.

Samson: Yes, I know it sucks but there is no need for you leave the room. I don’t know why you just didn’t stay home and in the bed, Gizzy? But you’re here now. I have to go take care of some business. I don’t think I’ll be back around here until the end of the show but if you need me for anything just send me a text, okay?

The owner of IPW genuinely smiles at the unseen person in the office, although it is not hard to ascertain that the person in question is his wife and Lady Icon, Astrid Sedin.

Samson: Just text me.

He reaffirms before closing the door. Shaking his head, Samson chuckles as he begins to walk down the hall.

Samson: I’m glad men don’t get lady time.

~~

Torres: The following 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 ailing from New Orleans, Louisiana...weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...standing at a height of six feet even...he is SILVER KAZAMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: I have heard in passing that this could possibly be Kazama final match with Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Rose: Hold the phone! Patrick Nelson spreading rumors?!

Nelson: Well...I…

Crumb: Why would this be his last match?

Nelson: Again this is just conjecture but Kazama possibly only signed a short term contract which he has fulfilled by appearing on tonight’s Chaos broadcast.

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 hailing from Brooklyn, New York by way of Manchester, England….weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds...standing at five feet ten inches...he is “The Nightmare”.....OLIVER BLACCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 f*ckin' nightmare!

Rose: This weasel has weaseled his way into a Heavyweight Championship match in two weeks at Chaos “Christmas Clash”!

Nelson: I would not quite call it weaseling but he surely has blackmailed and strong armed his way into one.

Crumb: It doesn’t matter because when he and Aaron face each other in two weeks, Aaron will get his Anna back AND still have the Heavyweight title!

DING DING DING!!

---Silver Kazama vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Silver punches Black in the mouth. Black staggers back and Silver goes for a big clothesline. Black catches the veteran coming in with a drop toehold and then jumps into a side headlock on the mat. Silver wastes no time in powering to his feet. He spins Black up into a back suplex that lands more like a powerbomb. Black grimaces in pain. Silver covers.

One...

Two...

THR...Black KICKS OUT!!!

Silver starts up and Black gives him a stiff upkick that knocks him off-balance. Black springs up looking for a tornado DDT only to be reversed into a Northern Lights suplex. Black lands across the ring and bounces up into the turnbuckles. Silver stalks over, pulls Black up, and attempts a belly to back suplex. Black flips through, lands on his feet, and then jumps up into a victory roll.

One...

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THRE...Silver KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: Silver Kazama seems to be doing well enough.

Rose: Not that well enough!

Crumb: Why not?

Rose: Has he won yet?

Silver and Black get to their feet. Silver looks for a big spinning clothesline. Black ducks and runs to the ropes. He springboards back into a moonsault. Silver catches him but Black slides through into a reverse DDT.

One...

Two...

THRE...Silver KICKS OUT!!!

Black looks for an armbar but Silver pulls away. Black rolls him over into a crucifix pin attempt.

One…

Two...

THRE...Silver KICKS OUT!!!

As Silver starts up, Black pulls him right back down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two...

THRE...Silver KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: Black is taking his shot right now!

Rose: Then he better not miss!

Crumb: How often does that happen?

Rose: Often enough in IPW to make it a legitimate question!

Silver and Black get back to their feet. Black jumps into a rising knee strike to Silver’s face. Silver staggers back into the ropes. Black gives him a knee to the gut followed by a spinning backfist to the face. Silver staggers forward and falls to a knee as Black races pass him. Black rebounds off the far ropes and racing back over for a knee strike. Silver catches him in mid air and turns it into a big spinebuster.

One…

Two...

THRE...Black KICKS OUT!!!

Silver sits up and slaps the mat in frustration. Black grabs him in an inside cardle again.

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Two...

THRE...Silver KICKS OUT!!!

Silver grabs Black by the head and throws him towards the corner. Black falls onto all fours and Silver goes for an axe kick. Black dodges, grabs Silver by the head, and drops into Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker).

One…

Two...

THREE!!

Nelson: Oliver Black got him!

Rose: So...

Torres: Here is your winner….Oliver Black!!!

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~~

The show returns back into focus after a commercial break to see a now suit wearing Sah'ta Thor standing in the ring with a duffle bag at his feet. Along with him stood a unknown man with him holding a thick manila folder.

Rose: This old guy again?!

Crumb: I wonder what this is about? Is this on your format, Patrick?

Nelson: No it is not, Crumb. I can only assume that Thor has gotten clearance from General Manager Tapioca Joe to be out here now.

The pair stand silent for a movement before a sombre looking Sah'ta Thor lifts the microphone to his lips.

Sah'ta Thor: What I am about to say is probably one fo the hardest things I have ever had to do. You see tonight I have to officially end my in ring career. To many of you this is a day you wish would finally. Yet, I don't make this announcement lightly.

There is a pause as Sah'ta Thor looks over to the mystery man who just gives a slight nod.

Sah'ta Thor: For those of you who have followed my career you know that I put my body through hell in dozens of the brutalist matches know to the industry has known; What I kept hidden for the most part was the toll that took on my body. Some of the damage I couldn't hide. For example the six month coma I was under several years ago. When I came back to the ring after that I was told I would be lucky not to kill myself in the ring.

Another pause as the long time hardcore wrestler takes a calming breath.

Sah'ta Thor: I came back anyway and took part in several very brutal matches including the last handful I had before EHWF fell. What I never told anyone was that my doctors warned me that I could permanently damage my brain and spinal column if I didn't stop wrestling. Just before "An Icon Crowned" i started getting spells of blurred vision and muscle weakness. Some of you know of the serious of attacks I suffered between "An Icon Crowned" and "Halloween Chaos". In the aftermath of those attacks I started to develop random paralysis."

As Thor speaks he drops to a knees and lowers his head.

Rose: Did he just die?

Nelson: Show some respect, Rose.

Rose: What?! He’s old….I thought he may have had a heart attack or something...

After a moment he brings speaking in a tone that was both filled with emotion and shows that he was concentrating on his words.

Sah'ta Thor: I thought I could push through all of that but the Dark Karnival attack proved to be the final straw. A series of MRIs and cat scans showed that my previously broken neck had been refractured. Furthermore, signs of scarring were revealed on my brain. On top of that my spine was revealed to contain dozens of various fractures.

With a look of profound sadness and regret Thor slowly stands with the duffle bag in his hands.

Sah'ta Thor: My doctors refuse to medically clear me to compete inside a wrestling ever again. After tonight’s match against Florence-Marie the Iconic Pro Wrestling Medical staff has pulled me from active competition as a result. I thank all of you who were part of the ride that was my in ring career.

With those words he opens the duffle bag and pulls out a pair of black wrestling boots which he sets down in the center of the ring before sliding out of the ring to walk up the ramp with the mystery man in tow.

Crumb: WHAT CAN THE WRESTLING WORLD BE THINKING AS SAH’TA THOR HAS OFFICIALLY RETIRED HERE TONIGHT?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Good ridd---”

Nelson: (interrupting) What an announcement by Thor here tonight! What an amazing career by an amazing Icon. Thank you for the memories, sir!

Rose: Really, Patrick? Really?

Torres: The following TAG TEAM match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time minute!

Papercut Massacre’s "Lose My Life" plays as 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.

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: Already in the ring...the team of Nico Rider and Jessie Roberts….THE HONOR GUARRRRRRDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Say your final farewells to Nico and Jessie because they are about to commit professional suicide!

Crumb: I might just have to agree with you, Rose. Out of the four of the Dark Karnevil, Xstatic and especially Acrimony ae the most sadistic and violent.

Nelson: Though both Rider and Roberts have to be commended for taking a stance against this tyranny that is the Dark Karnevil!

Marilyn Manson’s “(s)AINT” starts. At the 0:40 mark, Acrimony and Xstatic appear at the top of the ramp. The two male members of the Dark Karnevil walk down the aisle, almost seemingly enjoying the scorn heaped on them by the onlooking crowd.

Torres: Their opponents….the team of Acrimony and Xstatic….THE DARK KARNEVIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Neither one looks as if they want to win this match! They’re looking just to hurt someone!

Nelson: That most likely is the case, Crumb.

DING DING DING!!

---The Honor Guard (Nico Rider and “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts) vs. Dark Karnevil (Acrimony and Xstatic)---

Acrimony pushes past Xstatic to move in on their opponents. Roberts and Nico stand in their own corner, neither looking back yet as they discuss last minute strategy. Acrimony clubs Roberts in the back and then gives Nico a wicked uppercut punch to the mouth that lifts the smaller man off his feet. Nico flies back into the ropes and Acrimony gives him a big boot to send him flying over the top to the floor.

Roberts gets back up and Acrimony cracks her with a big clothesline. Roberts goes down and Acrimony heads for the ropes, dropping to the floor. Nico fires back on him. Acrimony goes to put his hands up but Nico ducks under the bigger man’s hands and hammers away at Acrimony’s abs. The Unforgiven drills Nico with a knee to the gut to stop him and then throws him by the hair back first into the railing. Nico bounces hard, landing face first on the thinly matted concrete.

Nelson: Goodness gracious, what an impact!

Rose: What is that painted face clown doing in the ring?

Crumb: I… he...

In the ring, Xstatic walks over, grabs Roberts, and gives her an Irish whip off the ropes. Roberts runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes and returns back across the ring. Xstatic drops down to all fours by the ropes. Roberts launches herself off Xstatic’s back and soars over the top with a giant poetry in motion that sees her crashing down onto Acrimony from behind!

Nelson: Roberts sacrificing her body on that move!
Rose: Oh the sacrificing hasn’t even begun yet, Patrick.

Acrimony staggers forward and falls down face first onto the steel right next to Nico. Roberts pops up and climbs to the apron. She pauses for a quick second before jumping onto Acrimony with a diving elbow. Xstatic grabs the top rope and slingshots himself to the top rope and then spins into a moonsault out onto everybody! Xstatic staggers away as the crowd roots everyone on.

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

Xstatic rolls into the ring to break up the referee’s count. Nico starts to his feet and gives Acrimony a dropkick to the head. Roberts staggers up and sets for a kick, nodding at Acrimony. Nico steps back and they motion for Acrimony to get up, the crowd cheering them on. Acrimony staggers up. Roberts goes for the Lose Some Teeth (superkick). Acrimony side steps and Roberts nails her own partner instead.

Crumb: Oh no!

Rose: They better watch the count or it won’t matter!

Nelson: Jessie Roberts might have a shot!

Rose: She better take it then!

Roberts falls towards the ring. She pulls herself up and rolls in. Acrimony hammers away on Nico with heavy boots. Xstatic starts to his feet and Roberts moves in behind him. Acrimony grabs Nico and runs him up into the crowd.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS ACRIMONY AND NICO RIDER ARE NOW MOVING INTO THE CROWD?!?!

Nico tumbles deeper into the fans with Acrimony in pursuit. Nico grab a fan’s beer, takes a swig and then spits it out at the Unforgiven. Acrimony continues to push forward. Nico nails him with the empty container. Acrimony keeps coming and they eventually begin to battle up the aisle and into the outer concourse. Simultaneously, Roberts grabs Xstatic and hits Hawkeye Pride (sitout powerbomb)! Roberts holds for the pin.

One…

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: Here are your winners…...the team of Nico Rider and Jessie Roberts!!!

Rose: What in the hell just happened?!

Crumb: Jessie just stole one!

Nelson: Where have Acrimony and Rider gone?

Outside, Acrimony throws Nico through the doorway into the parking lot. Acrimony kicks Nico so hard that Nico bounces off a nearby parked Toyota Corolla. Acrimony grabs Nico and drags him onto the hood. Nico tries to back out only for Acrimony to grab him around the throat with both hands. Acrimony hoists Nico up and gives him a chokebomb onto the windshield!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

Nico smashes through the glass just as security swarms the car to pull Acrimony away.

Nelson: Dear God!

Rose: Acrimony decided a statement needed to be made!

Crumb: He damn sure made one!

Rose: Damn right he did!

~~

Minx is seen walking in the backstage area. She paces back and forth as the time-slot of her match continues to approach. She has her homemade Television Championship hanging from her hand, as she holds onto one strap and allows the rest to dangle. The newly crowned co-champion seems disgruntled, as she kicks at the ground.

Minx: Where the hell is everyone? Where the f*ck is Brianna? And I can't believe I'm even asking this... but where is my boy, Tyrone? When I want to see him he is nowhere to be found. THIS IS BLOODY B*LLSH*T.

She angrily spits through her teeth. Minx has a bit of an outburst as she takes some of her frustration out on the equipment nearby. She gives it a swift kick.

Minx: What kind of "friend" leaves you hanging when you need them the most? I thought this could be an opportunity for things to turn around between us two, but clearly I was wrong. You would think she would have a thing or two to say to me considering our situation, but no! Nothing. So here I am trying to figure out things on my own! Boy, she is going to hear it from me when I see her- whenever that may be. Now I got to go out there and face "THE ARTIST". Who the hell does he think he is trying to give ME advice? Yes, I absolutely want advice from someone like you because if not... I'll end up just like you. Oh, it's so sad! It really is. Oh, Minxy, don't get too comfortable like I did because look at me! OH CUT YOUR SH*T, AARON!

Minx mimics him as she continues to lash out with her frustrations as she tries to get mentally prepared for her match. The scene closes with her continuing to pace back and forth.

~~

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

"What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System. After a few moments Corey Lazarus doesn’t appear to his entrance music.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS COREY LAZARUS IS A NO SHOW FOR HIS MATCH TONIGHT HERE AT CHAOS?!?!

Rose: Probably, “did that blowhard Corey really not show up to wrestle tonight?!

Nelson: Maybe he has gotten held up as I have received confirmation that Lazarus was seen in here in the Barker Arena already tonight?

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

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches...representing Wicked….she is STASI HERVEAUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Well Herveaux is here tonight at least.

Rose: Oh you know Stasi was going to be primed and ready for this match. She talked mad crap about Corey this week and I hope he gets to back it up!

Crumb: But where in the world is Corey?!

DING DING DING!!

---"Hot Take" Corey Lazarus vs. Stasi Herveaux---

Stasi stands in the middle of the ring looking up the entrance stage in anticipation of the arrival of her very tardy opponent. The referee seems slightly confused as he looks about.

Nelson: I do not believe that Lazarus will be showing up for this match tonight!

Crumb: So what does that mean?

Rose: The ref just needs to count Hot Air out and award the match to Stasi!

As if hearing Rose, the referee begins his count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...still no sign of Corey.

Five…

Six…

Seven…

Eight…

Nine…

TEN!!

The referee signals for the bell.

Torres: The winner of this match due to count out...Stasi Herveaux!!!

Crumb: WHAT CAN…

Rose: Shut up, Todd!

“The Downfall of Us All” starts playing once again and Stasi, well let’s just say that she really doesn’t look too happy. She is yelling all sorts of things before walking over and taking a microphone from a member of the crew. Pacing around a few times, Stasi tucks some of her raven tresses behind her ear as her eyes are wide with rage.

Stasi: Ты шутишь прямо сейчас? То, что дела шли не так, Кори, не значит, что ты ведешь себя как маленькая сука. Это не средняя школа, это настоящий гребаный мир! Если вы не можете справиться со своей взрослой жизнью, возьмите свою маленькую подружку чихуахуа и вернитесь в парк трейлеров. Я знаю, что вы привыкли получать то, что вы хотите, по большей части, но давайте будем честными прямо сейчас, вы просто маленькая сучка! Вы позор этой компании и этого звания, и вы потратили мое чертово время. Я пришел сюда, выглядел хорошо, со всеми этими паразитами, пускающими на меня слюну, и вы даже не потрудитесь вытащить себя из мусорного контейнера, который вы называете квартирой, потому что вы «зализываете свои раны» или что бы там ни было занимаюсь последние 2 недели. И вы хотите, чтобы вас считали серьезным соперником? Это не поведение соперника, не говоря уже о чемпионе.

Nelson: This young Lady Icon is clearly upset as she is speaking in her mother’s native tongue of Russian!

Crumb: I wish I could understand what she is saying!

Rose: Nine times out ten it’s probably something that will get severly censored and get us fined by the FCC!

Stasi: I was right when I called you a hot, steaming pile of dog sh*t because you have taken a dump on this company and the IPW Heavyweight Championship. Just because you were stupid enough to not believe what Joshua Samson said as truth. It’s not our fault that you think too highly of yourself. Mister Samson said you weren’t going to walk out with the championship and dammit… he meant it. Hell… I even proposed the idea that I come out and beat the piss out of you and take the belt for myself… seeing as how I am the number one contender and you’re… well you’re beneath me in every sense of the imagination.

A smile started to come across Stasi’s crimson red lips.

Stasi: You not showing up here tonight just shows me and everyone else how much of a cowardly little bitch you really are. You’re so much of a coward that you couldn’t even cut your own promo and you had that little James Bond wanna be do it for you. Hell… he’s more intimidating that you are yet, Daveena put him down on his ass last time and in the process showing you that your little “bodyguard” is about as pathetic as you are. And why does he always look like he’s got a massive dump stuck in his rectum?

Nelson: Herveaux is verbally laying into Lazarus!

Rose: Rightfully so!

Stasi: Like I said in my promo… I agree with the fact that you didn’t deserve the shot because you lost in the first round of the heavyweight championship tournament and then you lost AGAIN in the television championship tournament. Your antics have shown that you don’t deserve to even be ranked where you are because it sh*ts on things that everyone else on the list has done… Astrid should be higher, Oliver should be higher but yet, the two spots higher than them are occupied by a bonafide COWARD and an old man with mental stability and hygiene issues. Mister Samson, can you please re-evaluate how you come up with these rankings?

Stasi shrugged her shoulders a little bit.

Stasi: So while it’s obvious that Corey Lazarus is on his man period, crying and throwing a little hissy fit because things didn’t go his way last Chaos. The rumors were true… Corey decided to not show up further proving how much of a little bitch he is and letting the whole world know that Brianna Rissi wears the pants in the relationship. I get that he had no desire to face me tonight in some pathetic ass attempt to protest what happened to him but seriously… only cowards afraid of a real fight say that. But hey… I’m a real fighter… someone who’s pissed off that a rat faced twat tried to take what is rightfully mine. Don’t think you’ll be getting another shot without going through me first. I’m standing right here bitch and you can’t miss me. Just know that real men have d*cks… and my proverbial one is bigger than yours you p*ssy. Hell… even my dog has more balls than you and he’s been neutered. Anyway… I’m out… you wasted my time when I could’ve been preparing to take that championship away from Aaron Kostan.

Stasi drops the microphone in the middle of the ring and the thud echoes throughout the Barker Hanger. “The Downfall of Us All” starts playing again as Stasi glares out to the jeering crowd.

Crumb: I can’t believe that Corey really no showed!

The crowd starts to liven up as there is a disturbance in the ground-floor crowd before the cameras can catch it. Corey Lazarus in casual attire makes his way through the crowd with Lucien Viars holding back the fans.

Rose: Hey, look, it’s Hot Air!

Lazarus jumps over the barricade. Stasi is none the wiser as Corey slides into the ring behind her, stalking her before tapping her on the shoulder -- TURNING AROUND INTO A INSTANT CLASSIC (jumping cutter)!

Crumb: What in the world?!

Nelson: Corey Lazarus is here and he has attacked Stasi Herveaux!

Rose: Corey is a loudmouth idiot but very nice move!

Corey blindsided his scheduled opponent, leaving her limp on the canvas as he kicks her onto her back. The crowd is conflicted as to what reaction to give the usually antagonistic Lazarus, who asks for Lucien to hand him a microphone. He pats the mic a few times to make sure it’s working before addressing an unconscious Stasi.

Lazarus: Not sure you can hear me right now, Stasi, but I want to give you a quick moment of enlightenment. ‘Cause I heard you talking sh*t, I was gonna take the high road and save you the embarrassment of losing to me in a meaningless fight, but no, you wanna look the gift horse in the mouth. So let me tell you where you went wrong.

Corey squats down and brushes Stasi’s hair behind her ear as she lays on the canvas.

Lazarus: You are not the number contender for the IPW Heavyweight Championship. Well, intelligence isn’t sexually transmitted so let me make it simple for you to understand. You said that I had to beat people higher than me to prove something but I have nothing, NAH-THING, to prove to irrelevant bimbos like you. I! Am the uncrowned Heavyweight Champion and I wouldn’t have to step up to face you, I’d have to step down to your level and THAT is beneath me. No, you can poke holes in my past but I am not defined by my loses. I have only lost one match clean -- you should know because you stuck that plastic nose in my business before -- and that one loss, I f*ck*ng won back. You can cry about me jumping the line, but I AM THE LINE! I am making waves while you’re barely making ripples.

Condescendingly, Corey softly slaps the side of Stasi’s face a few times.

Lazarus: You better not quit your corner night job, because until I get back what is rightfully mine, you’re not getting anywhere near MY championship. You can call me a cry-baby, throw your strawman argument insults but you better hope that whore makeup is waterproof, ‘cause it’ll be running down your cheeks when you get backstage and start crying that the Big Bad Corey Lazarus jumped you, left you laying, said bad things about you. You got what you deserved, bitch. Now get out of my ring, Champ has some business to tend to.

Corey wipes his hand on his pant leg, looking out to the crowd as Lucien gently removes Stasi from the ring, leaving her to the ringside crew.

Nelson: Where in the world is the rest of Wicked? Surely Astrid Sedin and Daveena are seeing what has transpired out here?

Lazarus: So it’s pretty safe to say that I am going nowhere. You think I would be done, just like that? Naaah. Naaah, I am just not going to waste my time in matches with peons, not pee-on’s like she's used to, but meaningless, nothing matches against inferior opponents. I didn’t mind before when there was something to fight for but, since Samson is so desperate to keep any and all championships out of my reach, I am not going to waste my time. Hold my paychecks, that doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is that MY World Championship is around the waist of the former champion because Joshua Samson Esquire is a f*ck*ng power-hungry bitch.

Corey smirks.

Lazarus: You see, Joshua shot himself in the foot when he reversed the title change. He proved me right all along, that there was an agenda against me to keep me down. Better than that, he proved I am too good for his company. I didn’t pin his champion, I didn’t score a fluke win or a sneaky cover; I BROKE HIM. Clean as a sheet, I DEFEATED Aaron Kostain to become the Heavyweight Champion but like the man-child he is, Samson didn’t like losing and claimed “Waaa. Waaa. No fair. Gvesies backsies.” What a f*ck*ng joke he is. What a joke his golden boy is. But you can’t call him one thing anymore, he isn’t a champion -- he’s just walking around with a worthless piece of gold and leather. You have turned these people back around to me, to believe in me, to respect me because you have solidified me as the victim to your agenda. But I will not be your victim anymore!

Corey points at the hard cam, staring through the lens.

Lazarus: You are going to sort this problem out, or what I did to Slutty Hoeveaux here, will be a reoccurring thing. I am not competing in this ring, on your time, until you put my championship belt in its rightful owners hands. So unless you have finally grown a set of balls, you’ll come here right now and make this quick and painless for your roster.

Corey opens his arms as he looks over to the entrance ramp, awaiting Samsons arrival.

Crumb: WHAT CAN JOSHUA SAMSON, ESQUIRE BE THINKING AS HE IS CALLED OUT BE COREY LAZARUS?!?!

Rose: Probably, “this punk isn’t worthy to stand in my presence!”

Corey waits for thirty seconds before he grins and shakes his head as he raises the microphone to his lips.

Lazarus: That’s what I thought. You’ve brought this on yourself.

Corey drops the microphone on the canvas, climbing through the ropes and out of the ring as he steps on the chest of Stasi Heavereux as he walks over her and up the ramp. An extremely mixed reaction from the crowd to the series of events as he heads to the back.

Nelson: I am at a loss for words. We will be right back after this commercial break.

Broadcasting 23 December 2018

~~

NIGHTMARE! Blasts through the arena, getting a slight heel pop from the crowd as the show returns from break. But instead of the lights and show of his normal performance Oliver Black stomps into the arena angrily, still in his ring gear and a black and white “The Nightmare is Real” t-shirt. But the crowd really begins to buzz in anticipation when a few feet behind stumbles Astrid Sedin. Oliver dragging her towards the ring by a handful of hair. Sedin appears to have already been through some abuse at the hands of Black as she appears groggy.

Nelson: Oh my goodness! Is that Astrid Sedin?!

Rose: Unless there is another chick that looks just like her in this blissful world, that is indeed ASStrid!

As the two approach the ring, Oliver picks up the step to a slight jog and tosses the barely standing Astrid under the bottom rope and into the ring. A few moments behind comes a smirking Wes Meyers, a steel chair in tow.

Crumb: Do you guys think they did this to Astrid?!

Rose: DUH!

Oliver still on the outside reaches under the bottom rope taking hold of Astrid’s leg and dragging her body towards the steel ring post. Oliver pulls back on her prone leg before viciously throwing it against the ring post as Astrid screams in pain. Again and again he slams her now injured leg into the ring post.

Crowd: OHHHHH!!!!!!!

The camera cuts to the backstage area, a locker room with a placard “Wicked” plastered on the door shakes as a fist pounds, below the handle of the door a metal folding chair is wedged preventing the escape and rescue by Deveena.

Nelson: I was wondering the whereabouts of Daveena. It seems that Black and Meyers have successfully trapped her in the Wicked dressing room!

Rose: This probably explains why there was no Stasi save by Wicked too.

When the camera cuts back to ringside Oliver Black is using his foot as a brace against the steel ring post as he pulls Astrid’s leg tight against the pole. Wes Meyers leans back before blasting the prone leg of Sedin with the steel chair in his hand as Oliver laughs diabolically.

Crumb: We need to get some help out here ASAP!

Nelson: Where in the world are the officials?!

Oliver takes the injured leg of Astrid and bends it across the pole, reaching his leg up over hers he falls back into a figure four leg lock around the ring post! Astrid screams and immediately beings tapping as Oliver yells insults at Sedin. The bell rings frantically for officials as refs rush the ring. Wes Meyers leans back against the barricade taking in the scene as officials and refs attempt to pry Oliver Black off Astrid Sedin.
Rose: It’s no secret I’m not a fan of Oliver Black but damn it I love this display of viciousness by him!

Oliver eventually releases the hold himself, picking himself off the floor as Astrid pulls her leg back in clutching it in pain. Wes and Oliver slowly back up the ramp taking in their handy work, as officials tend to the fallen “Queen of Chaos”.

Nelson: We will be right back, ladies and gentlemen.

Broadcasting 23 December 2018

~~

Torres: The following is the Chaos Main Event!

The attending crowding explodes in cheers.

Torres: This is a CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY 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 the current and reigning co-holder of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion….she is MINNNNNNXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Is this girl really walking around with a a championship belt she made herself?!

Crumb: I like it! It looks like the one I made when I was in the eleventh grade except mine had a ton of glitter on it.

Rose: Why doesn’t that surprise me?

Nelson: As witnessed at the last Chaos broadcast, Minx is now the currently sharing the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship with Brianna Rissi.

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: Introducing next hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina...weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...he is the current and reigning Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion….he is The Artist….AARON KOSTAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: I feel so sorry for Aaron. Dealing with the disappearance of Anna, the constant pestering by Oliver Black, and a losing streak that included him losing to Corey Lazarus in what many thought was a title defense but was changed due to the beef Joshua Samson has with Corey. Man, it’s been rough for Aaron.

Rose: Waaa, waaa, waaa. You have to pay the cost to be the boss, Being the Heavyweight Champion isn’t an easy job.

The referee looks at both Kostan and Minx to make sure they're ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Kostan and Minx both nod at the referee as the match officially begins.

DING DING DING!!

---Chaos Main Event: Contest of Champions Match: Minx vs. "The Artist" Aaron Kostan---

Almost immediately, Kostan charges across the ring to try and grab Minx. She ducks underneath the grapple attempt and hits Kostan in the chest with a series of chops. Blow after blow connects as Kostan stumbles a bit.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

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

Nelson: Minx needed that one to continue her good start to this match!

Rose: If Minx knows what she's doing she'll just keep up the aggression, wait for Aaron to make a mistake, and pick up the win!

Kostan tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Minx runs over at him and catches him on the jaw with a knee strike before quickly grabbing hold of Kostan and locking in a front facelock. Minx begins to apply pressure and yells out at the crowd, drawing a mixed response from the fans that are able to hear her. Minx shakes her head and ignores the response. Kostan uses his strength to force his way out of the hold, lifting Minx off of the mat and slamming her into the nearest turnbuckle! He takes a few steps back and does it again--this time Minx having no choice but to release the hold! She slumps against the turnbuckle as Kostan takes a few steps back toward the center of the ring. He charges forward and tries to crush her against the turnbuckle with a clothesline! Minx ducks out of the way just before Kostan can make contact! He crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers around, Minx leaping into the air and planting him on the mat with a tornado DDT!

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

Rose: I hope for her sake she can keep it up, because if she can...that's truly the end of Aaron Kostan’s credibility as Heavyweight Champion contender and I can't wait!

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

One…

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: That was a very close pin!

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

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

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

Nelson: The story of this match has definitely been the speed of Minx against the power of Aaron Kostan!

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

Rose: That’s normally how it works, Crumbbum.

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

One…

Two…

Three…

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

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

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Minx waits for Kostan to start pulling himself back up to his feet. She tries to set him up for a S.T.T.S (suplex double knee backbreaker). Kostan blocks the suplex attempt and pushes her away! Minx staggers a few steps before recovering and charges at Kostan---getting caught with a discus elbow instead! He hooks the leg and covers.

One…

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Minx slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Kostan lines himself up with her. Once Minx is standing, Kostan charges. Minx leaps into the air and catches Kostan by surprise with a hurricanrana instead! Kostan tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Minx charge and deliver a one-handed bulldog! The fans give a decidedly mixed response as Minx hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Oh wow, that was close!

Rose: Do it again, Minx!

Minx glares at Kostan and mumbles something to him. She slaps him across the face as she waits for Kostan to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he is standing, Minx charges at him and gets caught with a powerslam! Kostan hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE….KICK OUT!

Nelson: Can you believe that Minx kicked out of that one?!

Crumb: Minx wants to keep on fighting!

Rose: It’s a matter of pride, guys. Minx is going to show the wrestling world that the TV title has the better champion!

Crumb: Champions with a “s”.

Rose: Well really we have two Heavyweight Champions with an “s”.

Aaron Kostan looks down at Minx in complete and utter disbelief. She slowly starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Minx is standing, Kostan charges and tries for a clothesline! Minx ducks underneath the attempt and bounces off of the ropes. She hits Kostan with a forearm smash that sends him staggering. Minx bounces off of the ropes and tries again---Kostan trying to cut her off with his Finale (Argentine DDT)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTAN IS LOOKING TO END THIS CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS MATCH AGAINST MINX WITH HIS FINALE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “that’s not what I’m thinking?!”

Minx lands on the mat behind Kostan. She hits him with an enziguri that sends Kostan stumbling. She quickly slides out to the apron and bounces up to the top rope before springboarding onto the shoulders of Kostan. Minx then flips forward completing her Beauty Quest (springboard dragonrana)!

Nelson: Kostan is seemingly out cold!

Minx covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this Contest of Champions match... the Television Champion...Minx!!!

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

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

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

Minx holds her crafted Television Championship high in the air for a moment before turning and looking at Kostan, who is being checked on by EMTs. The camera focuses on them a few moments longer before the IPW logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to an end.

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