New Year, Who Dis? - 30 January 2019

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO “NEW YEAR, WHO DIS?!!”

“24K Magic” by Bruno Mars 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 “Are We Ever Going To Get Tag Titles?!”, “I’ll Buy IPW”, and “2019: Year of the Iconic”

Nelson: We are live from the Barker Hangar which has affectionately become known as the Iconic Arena!

The camera cuts to ringside, behind a table with the “New Year, Who Dis?” logo is Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and Rose.

"LIVE-SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA"

Nelson is wearing a black suit and tie while Rose has on form fitting black evening gown and Crumb is wearing a t-shirt with a printed tuxedo shirt on it.

Nelson: Our first supershow of the year sure is going to keep you intrigued from beginning to end. First off, a double debut match that will see Greek beauty Eleni Karavitis go up against Taryn Willow as both Lady Icons are looking to make an impact here in Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Crumb: Not going to lie, I’m looking forward to what both of these women have in store for us. They have both joined up from other companies and so it’s not like we’re getting two green beans from the crop if you know what I mean?

Rose: We’ve been having an influx of people coming in and then not measuring up to our standards. So let’s just hope that both Eleni and Taryn aren’t going to fall into that grouping.

Nelson: In our next match we will see two Icons who didn’t fare too well on the last show as the self-proclaimed “King of Coke Mountain” Tyke Index does battle against Cody Belmont.

Crumb: It is going to be interesting to see which one of these two can snap their losing streak. Both of these men are striving for a win and they’ll do just about anything to get that.

Rose: But will Cody Belmont’s associated with Stasi Herveaux come into play in his strategy? Will it help him or will Tyke Index be able to capitalize on any mistake that Cody might make?

Nelson: Only time will tell. But can “Lawless” Drake Austin get a win against the debuting Legion? After coming off a win against Cody Belmont, you know well that he is wanting to keep that up.

Crumb: On the other hand, Legion is wanting to make a name for herself and if she has to use Drake Austin to do so… I bet you she’s not going to even hesitate.

Rose: You guys, you have to realize that Legion has a long history in various companies and so she knows what she’s doing. She’s held titles before and it would be a shame if she didn’t win one here.

Nelson: In our next match, the other Drake, Drake Jones, will be facing off against Dark Karnival member Willow Rainn. I am fully anticipating that Willow’s ruthless streak is going to be coming into play here tonight.

Crumb: With everyone trying to get wins and put themselves in line for titles, Willow’s ruthlessness is going to be a factor. But that doesn’t mean that you can count Drake Jones out because he could wind up surprising us all.

Rose: How you can be so positive Crumbbum is so sickening sometimes, I’m not going to lie.

Nelson: Let us leave all this negativity behind and move on to what we are here to do. In our next match we are going to see Judith Albrecht going against Nico Rider, two Icons who have made some pretty brash claims since arriving in Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Crumb: And like some other people on the show, both of these two are coming off of a loss on the previous edition of Chaos.

Rose: And they both seem to have issues with ASStrid. It would be quite interesting to see if one of them can knock that bitch down a peg or two.

Nelson: The last four matches on our card tonight are a couple of doozies. First off, the Grudge match between Seth Owens and Xstatic is going to be contested under extreme rules and it has people on their toes.

Crumb: Both of these men have been at each other’s throats for a long time now and it is all going to be coming to a head here tonight.

Rose: They’re probably going to end up tearing each other to shreds and I’m not going to lie, I’m quite looking forward to it. I just hope that the match can live up to the hype.

Nelson: I think that the match you are most looking forward to Rose is going to be when “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts goes against your favorite person in the world, the “Iconic Queen” herself… Astrid Sedin.

Crumb: These two have perhaps the most storied history in IPW and it all stems from their time in EHWF. So it’s no surprise that these two are keeping it going here. This match is going to be one for the ages.

Rose: Oh will you just hush it. It’s only ASStrid throwing her weight around like she’s supposed to be a threat or something. But she’s just a bully that likes picking on the weak.

Nelson: And in our first of two title matches, the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship will be on the line in a Two out of Three Falls match in which we will see former champion Brianna Rissi going against the current champion Minx.

Crumb: These two aren’t going to be letting the other one walk away too easily. This match… it’s going to be a long one and they’re both going to be giving it their all.

Rose: And with them both coming off of wins on the last show, you know damn well that they have momentum on their side. Does the champion’s advantage work for Minx here? Or does a DQ or count out just count as a fall?

Nelson: Hmm… that is a very good question. But I think the match that most people are looking forward to, myself included, is when Stasi Herveaux goes against “The Nightmare” Oliver Black for the crown jewel of Iconic Professional Wrestling… the Heavyweight Championship.

Crumb: Stasi has been saying that she showed the world Oliver Black’s real side and that she is the real nightmare. Part of me is wondering if she’s right?

Rose: Stasi Herveaux is nothing more that ASStrid Sedin’s lackey but if it means she can take the strap off of Oliver than I’m her number one fan tonight!

Nelson: All of that wrestling action and I am sure there will be many surprises in store tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome again to New Year, Who Dis?!

The scene fades backstage with the camera fixated upon a door in the backstage area… the office of Owner Extraordinaire Joshua Samson, Esquire. As the sound of approaching footsteps gets louder, the camera pans over to show Samson approaching and we can’t tell if he looks happy or if he’s royally pissed off because his gaze was fixated upon his phone. It was also because of this that he really isn’t paying attention when he opens the door… until a woman’s scream breaks his attention away from it.

Astrid: WHAT THE HELL JOSHUA!

We can see his wife, Lady Icon Astrid Sedin, quickly covering her chest with what looks to be her wrestling gear top. Her baby blue eyes were wide with shock and slight rage as she looked dead set at her husband.

Samson: Oh, shit….my bad!

Joshua, just as shocked, begins to back out of the door before realization hits causing him to stop.

Samson: What in the hell am I leaving for?! It’s my office and I’ve seen you naked almost everyday for the past two years.

Astrid: It’s still a bit of a shock when you walk in… while there’s a show going on. You don’t know who’s lurking around corners in this place because everyone seems to know everything.

She sighed a little bit.

Astrid: I guess I should be thankful that it’s you and not someone else… like a backstage crew member or something.

He slips his phone into his pocket while seductively eyeing his wife.

Samson: Like anyone would dare to just walk in here unannounced…

Astrid: You never know. You might’ve been looking for me and sent someone to play fetch.

She shrugged her shoulders slightly.

Astrid: I bet you wanted to come and see if I was ready to go for the match didn’t you?

Samson: Actually, no, but since you did bring it up, maybe a conversation wouldn’t be bad right now? I do have a lot of stress going on right now and our conversations are a destressor.

Astrid: Oh I see how it is. Sure you don’t want to talk about it then if you’re still stressed… we can have a conversation.

She smiled and winked.

Astrid: Too bad you can’t have a cigar and cognac right now.

Stepping closer to her, he traces his fingers over her shoulder.

Samson: Who says I can’t? You don’t know how many times I smoke and drink in here during the show!

Astrid: Do you know how many times I’m in here left to my own devices?

She smirked as she looked up into his eyes. She managed to reach a hand up and placed it on the side of his face.

Astrid: You know you can talk to me.

Samson: I know I can, Gizzy.

He pulls her in close and delivers a forehead kiss.

Samson: But it’s like I always tell you, you worry about the in-ring stuff and I’ll take care of everything outside of it.

Astrid: I can worry about all that stuff when the time comes… but I’m only facing Jessie Roberts and she’s an easy win. So right now, I’m going to worry about my husband.

Samson: Well isn’t that sweet but you can’t take the Hawkeye Warrior for granted, Asti. She is more than capable on any night of pulling off the last minute heroics. Hell, I think she might be related to the Bradys.

Astrid: Tom Brady is a bitch and everyone knows it except those brainwashed Patriots fans. But to me… he’s overrated. And she might be capable of last minute “heroics” but she’s proven a few times now that she’s not capable of beating me.

Samson: Anything can happen out there...anything.

Astrid: Shouldn’t you be worrying about everything outside of the ring? Let me worry about the in-ring stuff.

She couldn’t help but smile, letting the shirt fall whilst her upper body was still not visible.

Astrid: So since it’s apparent we both have a lot on our minds… how about that conversation?

Samson: Say less, Mrs. Samson. Say less.

Astrid: Close the door.

Loosening his tie, Joshua, not taking his eyes off of Astrid, backs up toward the door and kicks it closed causing the scene to fade to black.

~~

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

Lights Go Out as Lyric’s come out,

“I'm hell on heels,Say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal, He made me pretty, He made me smart
And I'm going to break me a million hearts, I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you”

As Spot Light As Eleni Karavitis As she flip her Hair as she turns around arms in air as she fist bumps as she makes way down to the ringside as she walks up the steps enters in under top rope as she standing her back to the Camera as she unties her robe as she drops her robe as music stops.

Torres: Coming to the ring first...hailing from Paphos, Cyprus...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds….she stands at a height of five feet eight inches….making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut….she is Femme Fatale...ELENI KARATIVIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: It Is not often that we get to start a show off with a debut showcase like this, but I am excited to see what both of these Lady Icons are capable of!

Rose: Let's be fair, Patticake...you're ALWAYS excited!

Crumb: Hehee...

"Blood Suckers" by Dana Fowler rocks the arena as Taryn walks out to a rain of boos rocking the arena. She stood there and proceeded to laugh to herself as the entered the ring. She stood in the middle of the ring and extended her arms out gloating in front of a stacked crowd before going to her corner and awaiting her opponent.

Torres: Coming to the ring next….hailing from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at one hundred and forty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...also making her Iconic Professional Wrestling debut...she is TARYN WILLOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: We have seen some of what this woman has done prior to coming to Iconic Professional Wrestling and it will be fun to see if she can have it translate to our ring as well!

Rose: Well...isn't that usually the case with people who have wrestled prior to coming to IPW? C'mon, Patrick, you get paid to contribute better thoughts than that!

Crumb: Hehee...

The referee looks at both Lady Icons to make sure they are ready before calling for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

---Debut Match: Eleni Karavitis vs. Taryn Willow---

Both Lady Icons begin to circle around one another, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. This continues for a few seconds longer and ends only when the two women grapple up in the middle of the ring. There is a brief struggle for the advantage which Taryn is able to win as she drives Eleni back against the ropes. Taryn begins to light up her chest with a series of hard chops.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Taryn shoots Eleni across the ring and steps toward the middle to meet her, lifting Eleni in the air and slamming her down to the mat with a hip toss! Eleni tries to pull herself back up to her feet, only to have Taryn send her right back down to the mat with a dropkick! Eleni wisely creates some space between the two before pulling herself back up to her feet. Taryn charges and nails Eleni in the mouth with a forearm smash that sends her staggering around the ring. Instead of staying aggressive, Taryn turns around and smirks, drawing quite a few boos from nearly every fan in attendance.

Nelson: This young lady is definitely not lacking in personality...

Rose: If you want to be successful in this sport, you definitely need a little bit of personality! But...too much personality can be a problem...

Crumb: What do you mean?

Sure enough, as soon as Taryn turns around to face Eleni, the Femme Fatale leaps into the air and hits Taryn in the back of the head with an enziguri! Taryn drops to a knee before slowly pulling herself back up to her feet. Once she is standing, Eleni charges and sends Taryn crashing back to the mat with a clothesline! Taryn is much slower to make it back up to her feet this time around. Eleni is able to take advantage by grabbing Taryn and hoisting her into the air for a snap suplex! She keeps her grip on Taryn and rolls back up to her feet, delivering a second snap suplex in one quick motion! Eleni then turns and waits as Taryn drags herself back up to her feet with the help of the ropes.

Crumb: Eleni appears to be the more focused of the two...

Rose: Maybe she just recognizes how important it is for her to win her debut!

Nelson: You might be right about that!

Taryn finally reaches her feet and Eleni charges in hopes of knocking Taryn down to the canvas. Taryn responds by getting a foot in the air and kicking Eleni in the jaw. Eleni stumbles back and tries to regain her footing. Taryn charges---only to have Eleni leap into the air and surprise her with a hurricanrana! The fans show a bit of surprise at the show of athleticism from the newcomer. Eleni grabs Taryn and drags her back up to her feet. She sends her crashing to the mat just seconds later with a Russian leg sweep! Taryn hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Taryn kicks out!

Taryn slowly staggers back up to her feet. Eleni closes the distance and hits Taryn with a few forearm smashes. She then grabs Taryn and tries to shoot her across the ring. Taryn reverses the attempt and waits for Eleni to come back on the rebound, lifting her into the air and then slamming her down with a flapjack! Eleni's face bounces off of the mat! Eleni slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Smirking, Taryn positions herself behind Eleni. She drags her up to her feet the rest of the way before lifting Eleni into the air and slamming her down with a German suplex! Taryn bridges it into a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

THRE...Eleni kicks out!

Nelson: These two are going back and forth and you can just tell that they really want to win this match!

Rose: Well, once again...you'd hope so...

Taryn grabs Eleni and drags her back up to her feet. She hits her a few times in the back of the head in hopes of wearing her down. Taryn then bounces off of the ropes and waits for Eleni to turn around before striking. Unfortunately for her, Eleni appears to be ready, leaping into the air and hitting Taryn with a dropkick before anything else can happen. Taryn tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Eleni waits until Taryn is standing before hitting her with a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second! Taryn stumbles around and gets close to Eleni, who uses the opening to try and send Taryn to the mat with a dropkick! Taryn blocks the attempt and Eleni crashes to the mat. Before Eleni can reach her feet, Taryn charges and nails Eleni with a vicious knee shot that sends her staggering.

Nelson: That was not only a good way to block what could have been a match-ending move, but this vicious side of Willow might be a bit more successful than expected!

Rose: That would be one way to look at it, yes...

Taryn waits until Eleni groggily pulls herself back up to her feet. Once she's standing, Taryn runs at her and sends her crashing to the mat with Wrath of a Alvarez (running knee strike)! Taryn hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!

Torres: The winner of this match...Taryn Willow!!!

Crumb: Talk about an impressive debut!

Rose: The woman did what she needed to do and now we have to see if she can keep it going moving forward.

The scene moves up and we see nothing but the backstage area of the Barker Hanger, like a cameraman is rushing through hallways. He stops in front of the door to the office of Owner Extraordinaire Joshua Samson, ESQ open and quickly darts inside. There sitting on the couch, tapping away on the screen of her cellphone with a wide smile upon her face. But when she looks up and sees the camera guy standing there… that smile quickly fades and is replaced by an evil scowl.

ASTRID SEDIN: What in the hell… are you doing in my husband’s office?

The camera panned over to the open door and then back at Astrid.

ASTRID SEDIN: Oh so you think that because the door was open that you could just waltz your happy ass in here? That is the furthest thing from the truth. You should’ve still knocked because that is what any decent human being would’ve done. But then again… you ambush interviewers aren’t really… well you don’t any respect for people’s personal space, feelings… none of that jazz. You just walk straight up to a person, or in your case barge into a room, shove a camera in the subject’s face and expect them to not only want to be interviewed but to answer your questions. Doesn’t that sound a little messed up to you? Would you like it if the roles were reversed?

Astrid shook her head and stood up to her feet, tossing her phone onto the couch.

ASTRID SEDIN: You probably wanted to ask me questions about my match tonight with Jessie Roberts. Am I right?

The cameraman a nodding motion.

ASTRID SEDIN: I figured as much. OK well listen up then if you want the tea. Jessie Roberts is nothing more than a rag doll who gets tossed around the ring. Sure… she managed to sneak out a victory over Brianna Rissi to win the IPW Television Championship at Christmas Clash. But look at what I did just after! I kindly reminded her that she has a target on her back and that I staked my claim in the Television Championship “division” by making her my personal whipping bitch. Jessie Roberts is about as tough as a wet tissue. But let’s be honest… she’s really only a pretty… no BUTTER face.

Astrid takes a few steps forward towards the camera guy.

ASTRID SEDIN: Jessie Roberts has never been able to beat me and she will never be able to beat me. I made a prime example of that when I kicked her ass to kingdom come in my debut match back in the shithole known as EHWF. She’s probably talked to someone, saying that this is her match and her year… yada yada yada. BOOOOORRRRRINNNNGGGG! Jessei Roberts is just a waste of space who’s nothing better than a glorified bench warmer. Hell… she can’t even cop an attitude the correct way.

Astrid removes her black designer suit coat and lays it across the arm of the couch.

ASTRID SEDIN: You probably don’t know what I’m even talking about. Well then I guess I’m going to have to inform you. On Twitter, my husband, the owner of IPW for those of you ignorant fucks that didn’t already know, jokingly said that Jessie would understand if the match was cancelled due to me having a cold this past weekend. He was merely trying to push my buttons because well… actually that’s not any of your business. But what is is that little miss rag doll got a little pissy that she was tagged and called it just white noise on her timeline. You see, that’s all I ever hear when the bitch opens her mouth and Brianna Rissi surprisingly agreed with me on that one. Though I don’t think I really should be surprised because lately Brianna and I have been seeing eye to eye on things.

Astrid slowly started to pace around the room, running her fingers through her hair and gently across her lips to make sure her lipstick was still in place.

ASTRID SEDIN: Joshua was right when he said Jessie Roberts was nothing more than a sacrificial lamb because the only thing she’s useful for when it comes to me… is to make me look good. And boy… am I going to enjoy kicking the shit out of her for the umpteenth time.

A sly little laugh starts to escape from Astrid’s mouth as she twirls a section of her bright blonde hair around her finger.

ASTRID SEDIN: I know that people are saying that I’m cocky and that I have an ego that could be my downfall. And they may be right… sometimes. But tonight they are not because history is once again going to repeat itself when I step into the ring to do battle against Jessie “I’m A Sad Sack of Shit” Roberts. So I hope you’re ready for another asskicking Jessie… because you sure as hell got one coming your way.

JAZMIN DAVIS: Auntie, I was wondering if…

Astrid and Joshua’s niece Jazmin Davis came buzzing into the room and the camera panned over to her before the guy moved so that both women could be in the shot at the same time.

JAZMIN DAVIS: Well uh… I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a quick bite to eat before you have to start preparing for your match.

ASTRID SEDIN: I would very much like to do that because that means I’ll be away from this fool. Let’s get going Jazzy.

Astrid quickly pushed her way past the camera guy, linking arms up with her niece before the two women walk out of the office and make their way down the hallway, the scene coming to a close.

~~

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

As the opening chords of "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance blasts over the speakers the King of Coke Mountain Tyke Index appears from behind the curtains to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Wearing a hood over his head and a Scottish snood over his face he slowly walks down the ramp looking like he is an almost comatose state. Climbing onto the ring apron Tyke looks around the crowd before entering the ring and posing on the second turnbuckle.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Glasgow, Scotland...weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds….standing at a height of six feet one inch...he is the King of Coke Mountain…..TYKE INDEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Index is coming off his debut two weeks ago and will surely be looking to right that wrong!

Rose: What kind of stupid name is Tyke Index?!

Crumb: I’m still trying to figure out where exactly is Coke Mountain?!

"The One" by Slaughterhouse hits the PA system with the crowd cheering very loudly, out comes Cody Belmont walking through the curtains. His eyes look around with a smirk along his lips then heads right down the ramp.. sliding into the ring and jumping up on one turnbuckle to raise his hand up high.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Detroit, Michigan….weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…..standing at a height of six feet two inches….he is CODY BELMONNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: You know Cody is one good looking guy!

Rose: Yes I do know Calvin Klein Cody and Stasi knows too. That’s why she’s been secretly getting the good good from him.

Crumb: But doesn’t Stasi have a boyfriend?

Rose: And your point?

Nelson: There is no proof of that, Rose.

Rose: Until it’s proven wrong, I’m believing it!

The referee looks at both Ions to make sure they are ready before calling for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

---“King of Coke” Tyke Index vs. Cody Belmont---

Tyke and Cody approach each other near the center of the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. When that doesn't happen immediately, Cody steps forward and absolutely BLASTS Tyke in the mouth with a hard elbow shot. He follows it up with a second and then a third, Tyke stumbling around from the impact and trying to keep himself on his feet. He pulls Tyke in and hits him with a forearm smash to knock him groggy. He then shoots Tyke across the ring and waits for him to come back on the rebound---lifting him into the air and slamming him to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex! Tyke wisely creates some space before pulling himself back up to his feet, Cody nonetheless watching him with a smirk on his face.

Nelson: It seems like Belmont's approach has changed a bit since his last match!

Crumb: He's being a bit smarter.

Rose: And yet, when Tyke starts hitting him back, you know it's going to turn into a brawl!

Tyke uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet, Cody watching and preparing to strike once again. As soon as Tyke is standing, Cody charges and gets ready to strike. Tyke kicks Cody in the jaw, sending him stumbling back for just a moment. Cody recovers and decides that he's going to try again---only to have Tyke kick him in the jaw a second time! This time, Tyke flips out onto the apron and takes just a moment to steady himself. He then springboards into the ring and hits Cody in the side of the head with a knee blast! Cody falls to the mat as Tyke quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Cody kicks out!

Cody tries to pull himself back up to his feet quickly. Unfortunately for him, Tyke is just a step quicker. He bounces off of the ropes and hits Cody with a running dropkick that sends him crashing down to the mat! The fans are on their feet. Tyke hooks the leg once again.

One...

Two...

Thr...Cody manages to kick out again!

Nelson: It seems like this is exactly what you were talking about, Rose! Index is hitting Belmont hard right now!

Rose: And as soon as he gets back up to his feet, Cody's first thought is going to be to try and hit Tyke as hard as he can in return! Doesn't that make things fun?!

Cody once again tries to pull himself back up to his feet, albeit much more groggily this time around. Tyke tries to take advantage of the opening grabbing Cody from behind. He tries to grab Cody's arms to get him into position for a tiger suplex, though Cody frees himself just in time. He spins Tyke around and blasts him in the mouth with a spinning backfist, the impact of the blow drawing blood!

Rose: OH YEAH...BLOOD!

Tyke tries to wipe the blood away and continue fighting, but Cody knees him in the ribs. He follows it up with a second before slamming Tyke down to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex! The referee drops down and counts.

One...

Two...

Th...Tyke kicks out!

Tyke groggily tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Cody shakes his head and decides to bounce off of the ropes for some extra momentum of his own. Before he can do anything to Tyke, the King of Coke Mountain steps toward him and hits Cody with a side kick to the ribs. The impact of the blow drops Cody to his knees. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Tyke nonetheless bounces off of the ropes and hits Cody with a knee strike that sends him staggering around groggily. Tyke grabs Cody and pulls him in, trying to position him for a DDT! Cody spins out of the attempt and instead pulls Tyke in toward him, trying for a clothesline! Tyke ducks and rolls Cody up.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

The fans are on their feet, amazed at just how close the count was! Both Icons pull themselves back up to their feet. Tyke bounces off of the ropes and tries to get ready for another strike. Unfortunately for him, Cody steps forward and cuts him off, delivering Antimatter (skull crushing finale}! The fans gasp as Cody covers Tyke .

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Cody Belmont!!!

Nelson: This was a hard-hitting, competitive match between two very talented Icons!

Suddenly the Iconic-Tron fires to life with the still image of a darkened room.

Crumb: I wonder what this could be about?

Rose: Your guess is as good as mine, Todd.

The familiar voice of “The Dark Warrior” Micheal Graves cuts through the silence from his position off camera.

“Exile…”

“A term that I’ve grown all too familiar with in recent times.”

“Joshua Samson, I tried playing by your rules. I accepted all of your pathetic attempts to appease the woman. You fined me for my brutal attack on Astrid Sedin”

“I paid your fine without question.”

“Then you decided that wasn’t enough. You chose to suspend me from in ring competition and pull me from the final round of the tournament to crown the first ever IPW Champion…”

“Despite my feelings on the matter, I served your suspension.”

“Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and as a new year rolled in, still I sit at home with no word on my return.”

“Finally, I had enough, and even as I drew a line in the sand you continued to make moves to undermine any career I may have hoped to have in IPW.”

“You don’t want Micheal Graves in IPW do you Samson? At least not the one that you have. Instead you wish for a veteran who's at the end of his rope. One who would be so happy for a job that he doesn’t even care that his true role in this company is to enhance the younger talent so that when his final day comes, he leaves behind a roster that can lead this company into the future.”

“While I understand your position Joshua, you fail to understand mine.”

“I’m not destined to be the man you seek. I am far from the end of my journey, and I refuse to waste any of the time I have left preparing your soft, coddled, pussy for the future…”

“Or maybe I just don’t plan on doing it in a way that you would approve?”

“You had Tap tell me that what you want from me is a tamed down version of myself. One that accepts his limited role in this company. One that plays nice with the kiddos…”

Micheal steps into frame sporting a new (old) look.

His eyes are filled with rage as his nostrils flare and he breathes heavily through his mask.

“What you’ve failed to realize in all of this Joshua, is that the version of me that you had here was already tamed down, but now… Now that you’ve made your position clear, please allow me to make mine just as crystal.”

“I will NOT fade quietly into the night, nor will I become the shell of a man that you wish me to be. Instead, I’m going to bring The Dark Warrior to your front door Joshua. You will watch as everything that you’ve built, everything and one that you love lies broken at my feet.”

“You will desperately search for a way to stop me Joshua, but you will fail time and again until you are left with no other choice but to embrace the monster that you’ve unleashed onto this company. Embrace me for what I am, the biggest star that you could ever hope for...”

“I have not wrestled my final match in an IPW ring that much I can promise you.”

Graves reaches toward the camera and yanks out a the cable running the video feed as the Iconic-Tron cuts to static.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MICHEAL GRAVES HAS FULLY RETURNED AS THE DARK WARRIOR THREATENING THE OWNER OF ICONIC PRO WRESTLING, JOSHUA SAMSON, ESQUIRE?!?!

Rose: Probably, “he’s got another thing coming if he thinks he can threaten our boss!”

Nelson: The landscape of Iconic Professional Wrestling has definitely changed now that Micheal Graves has returned to active competition!

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

The denim-clad Drake Austin steps out onto the stage at the snap of 'Come On Get Up'; his eyes holding a glare that is just beneath freezing as he proceeds down the ramp, maintaining a moderate stride. Once the soles of his boots have punctured the slightly padded grounds of ringside, he pauses, panning around the burning red arena. His sights set on the steel steps and he pursuits them, ascending up he reaches the apron and enters the ring, sauntering to its core, his fists erect to the camera showcasing the writing on his knuckles which read, 'Stay Down' -- sending an ominous message to the entire locker room.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from the Wrong Side of the Tracks….weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at a height of six feet one inch...he is Lawless….DRAKE AUSTIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: The company has very high hopes for Austin.

Crumb: But he’s such a tragedy tale. Did you see how his father treated him?

Rose: Who amongst us has a good parental relationship?

Crumb: Me.

Nelson: Yes, me too.

The voice of a young child begins to ring out through the arena as it goes dark.

Despair...
You come to me…
With your poison and your misery…
Oh, Death…
You come to sting…
With your poison and your…
Mi….se….ry…..
#OOOOOOOOOOH I MISS THA' MISERY!!!!

Like a rock concert the stage explodes with pyro spark columns as Halestorm's "Miss the Misery" goes on a full audio assault. The lights strobe for several seconds in sync with the music as fog billows out onto the stage. It's concealment is short lived as out from this mist ‘The Twisted One Who Is Many’ begins to slither with wisps of fog trailing off of her as she makes a fast paced stride for the ring.

She sports black leather tights with string laced open seams exposing skin on each thigh, strapped, silver studded and capped knee high boots, fingerless gloves and a studded leather strapped bra top that is under a motorcycle jacket which itself is decorated in chains, spiked shoulders and studded arms. Legion’s logo is emblazoned across the back of the jacket as well as the black and green haired wrestling murderess arrives at ringside with a running leap under the ropes and over the apron, neatly sliding to the center of the ring where she rises to a low crouch.

She shoots off a sly, sinister grin as she stands and begins head banging to her music for a moment. Legion then bursts for the nearest ring post and crouches atop of it, with that dark smile never leaving her face, even as she backflips off the top and landing on her feet, backing right up into the opposite corner where she slides down for a seat on the second turnbuckle, legs spread apart and gloved hands on the top rope as she awaits her next victim....

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Aokigahara, Japan...weighing in at one hundred and twenty-six pounds….she is the Queenslayer….LEGIOOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: I STILL say that is a long entrance package!

Rose: Still have figured out it’s for more than one person, huh, Todd?

Crumb: Uh...nope.

The bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.

DING DING DING!!

---“Lawless” Drake Austin vs. Legion---

Legion immediately runs at Drake Austin and attempts to hit him with a superkick! Lawless just narrowly sidesteps, grabs Legion, and attempts to roll her up. Legion flips out of it and as Drake tries to get to his feet, Legion knees him in the stomach and hits him with a right hand! She hits him with another and then a third, backing Drake up against the ropes. Legion whips Drake to the ropes, and bends over, waiting for him to rebound. Drake bounces off but leaps over Legion. He grabs onto her legs, pulling Legion down into a rolling prawn hold. Legion rolls back onto her feet. Legion runs and attempts to kick a seated Drake, but he ducks and quickly scrambles back to his feet. Before Drake can do anything else, Legion quickly snaps off a kick to Drake’s stomach. Drake doubles over and Legion runs to the ropes. Legion bounces off and she’s met with a huge dropkick from Drake Austin!

Crumb: This match is starting off fast and furious!

Nelson: There is no doubt both Icons have winning on their minds!

Rose: Well that’s an astute observation, Patrick!

Legion springs back up to her feet and Drake immediately hits her with a forearm! He clubs Legion with another forearm, but Legion pushes him backwards, causing him to have to regain his footing. Drake goes for a high kick, but Legion ducks underneath, grabs Drake, and immediately slams him to the mat with a backdrop! Legion gets to his feet as Drake rolls over to the ropes and gets back to his feet. Drake goes over and pulls her by the tights, causing her to fall onto the middle ropes. Drake runs to the other side of the ring and lunges at Legion’s head on the ropes. Legion moves out of the way and Drake goes flying through the ropes to the outside of the ring!

Legion exits the ring, drags Drake up by the head, and rolls him back into the ring. Legion slides in as Drake gets to his knees and hits Legion in the midsection! Drake hits Legion in the stomach a second time, forcing her to double over and take a few steps back. Drake runs at Legion, but she catches him with a quick powerslam! Legion hooks the leg.

One...Drake quickly kicks out!

Nelson: Legion displaying incredible strength with that powerslam!

Rose: It’s one of the demons inside of her, Patrick.

Crumb: Demons?

Legion goes to grab Drake by the head to bring him up, but Drake shoves her away and gets to his knees. Legion responds with kicking Drake right in the chest! Legion pulls back and kicks him a second time, causing Drake to hold his chest. Legion goes for a third kick, but Drake blocks and trips Legion onto the mat. He keeps a hold on her leg as she gets up and stomps at her leg! Drake keeps a hold on her leg before dropping an elbow across it! Drake goes to drop another elbow, but Legion pushes him away with her good leg. Legion hobbles to her feet, shaking her leg. Drake clips her leg, sending her down to one leg. Drake slams her to the mat with a DDT! Drake rolls Legion over onto her back and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Legion kicks out!

Nelson: This is a smart strategy by Austin, and one that Legion needs to avoid!

Rose: You think?! You’re getting worse than Todd, Patrick.

Crumb: Hey!

Drake stands and grabs at Legion’s leg, but she wisely grabs onto the ropes, preventing him from doing much further. He finally drops her leg and stomps at her stomach! Drake climbs up to the second rope and dives off, looking to drop an elbow on Legion’s leg. Legion moves out of the way at the last second! Drake crashes and favors his elbow while getting up. Legion gets up, runs and knees Drake right in the face, sending him backward to the mat. Drake scrambles back up, holding his face. Legion runs at Drake and nails him with a clothesline! Drake gets back up and Legion nails him with another clothesline! Drake is up more slowly this time. Legion grabs him by the neck and attempts a DDT. Drake pushes Legion off. Legion turns around and Drake goes for a kick to the head. Legion ducks, grabs his head, and drills him with a twisting neckbreaker! Legion goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THRE...Drake Austin kicks out!

Crumb: WHAT CAN LEGION BE THINKING AS SHE WAS A MILLISECOND AWAY FROM DEFEATING DRAKE AUSTIN?!?!

Rose: Probably, uh...I got nothing.

Legion runs to the other side of the ring, positioning herself in the turnbuckle. She waits for Drake to get to his feet and then runs toward him, looking for a corner double knee attack. Drake drops down to the mat to avoid the blow! Legion crashes down to the mat as Drake gets back up. Drake goes to kick Legion, but she blocks the blow. However, Drake quickly counters back, hitting Legion with an enziguri! The blow causes Legion to stumble back into the turnbuckle. Drake takes a few steps back, hops onto the second turnbuckle, and grabs Legion by the head. He attempts to go for a monkey flip, but Legion holds onto him and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle. Legion leaps up and blasts Drake with a side kick to the face! Legion climbs to the second rope and grabs onto Drake.

Nelson: Legion could be setting up for quite the maneuver here!

Legion tries to set up Drake for a superplex. Drake hits Legion in the side, preventing her from doing so. Drake blasts Legion in the side again and then pushes her off the top rope! Drake stands up on the top rope and then waits for Legion to get to her feet. He dives off and attempts a double axe handle, but Legion moves out of the way! Drake however catches himself, tucking and rolling after he lands on his feet. Legion turns and Drake kicks her in the stomach and attempts a gutwrench suplex! However, mid-way, Legion reverses the momentum and comes down on Drake’s head for the pin!

One...

Two...

Thr...Drake kicks out!

Nelson: Legion was so close there!

Rose: It has to only be a matter of time before this match comes to a conclusion.

Crumb: About that demons remark?

Both Drake and Legion get to their feet. Drake turns around and Legion connects with her Ronin’s Revenge (black Asian mist followed by a claymore kick)!

Rose: Stick a fork in Drake cause he’s done!

The crowd boos as Legion goes for the pin!

One...

Two...

THREE!

Torres: Here is your winner...Legion!

Nelson: What a hard fought match between this two Icons!

Rose: Yet the right one won in my book.

Crumb: So no one is going to explain the demons comment?

Rose: Shaddup!


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

The opening line of "Bad Motherfucker" by Machine Gun Kelly slams out through the speakers as Drake Jones steps out from the back, his ginger hair wet as he makes his way down to the ring talking trash as he looks around the ringside area. He slides up onto the ring apron and leans against the top rope before throwing his leg back and stepping into the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Melbourne, Australia….weighing in at two hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of six feet one inch….he is DRAKE JONEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Jones is coming a huge win at Chaos and is definitely looking to continue his winning ways tonight here at New Year, Who Dis?

Rose: Drake needs to get a weed whacker to chop down some of that taco meat on his chest!

Crumb: I like a guy with a hairy chest.

Rose: Of course you would.

"Frankenstain" plays as Willow, followed by Acrimony, 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: Coming to the ring hailing from Parts Unknown….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...representing the Dark Karnevil….she is WILLOW RAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Willow Rainn being seconded by her Dark Karnevil stablemate, Acrimony. Word is that Dark Karnevil might be going through some internal changes possibly as soon as tonight.

Crumb: That sounds interesting. I wonder what changes?

Rose: As a group they have been very...tame...the last few weeks. It’s almost like the’ve lost that bloodlust.

The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the upcoming match. Both Icons nod as the referee then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

---Drake Jones vs. Willow Rainn---

Drake and Willow both circle around one another as they wait for an opening to appear. Despite their patience, an opening doesn't appear. Growing a bit frustrated, Willow charges forward and blasts Drake in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second as Drake stumbles around. Willow grabs him and tries to shoot Drake across the ring. Drake manages to reverse the Irish whip attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring and waits for Willow to come back on the rebound---lifting her into the air and slamming her down with a flapjack!

Willow's face bounces off of the mat. Drake quickly closes the gap and begins to pound away on the back of Willow's head with a few elbow shots. Willow is just barely able to keep herself upright. Drake bounces off of the ropes and tries to set Willow up for a bulldog. Willow blocks the attempt by catching Drake in the air. She steps forward and slams him down to the mat. Drake tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Willow run at him and connect with a clothesline!

Nelson: It has been a back and forth start to this one!

Crumb: Honestly, that doesn't necessarily bode well for Drake...since we haven't even had Acrimony get involved yet.

Rose: That’s not fair. Acrimony is only here to support his teammate.

Drake slowly drags himself back up to his feet. Willow charges and hits with a forearm smash before pulling Drake in. She tries to lock him into a front facelock, though Drake quickly spins out! He lifts Willow into the air and slams her to the mat with a back suplex! Willow rolls out of the way and starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Drake closes the gap once again and tries to hoist Willow into the air. Willow blocks the first attempt, but Drake manages to get her up a second time and delivers a suplex! Drake covers by hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

THR...Willow kicks out!

Drake grabs Willow's right arm to try and wear her down. Willow tries to fight her way back up to her feet. Drake hits Willow's arm with a vicious elbow that causes Willow to recoil back in pain. Drake shoots Willow across the ring and waits for her to come back on the rebound, this time trying to lift Willow into the air so that he can get her into position for a Samoan drop! Willow lands on her feet. She waits for Drake to turn around, leaps into the air, and catches him by surprise with an enziguri! Drake stumbles but manages to remain on his feet. Willow tries to take advantage of the opening by running at Drake and leaping into the air for a DDT! Drake catches her in the air and blocks the attempt. He drives his knee hard into Willow's ribs and then lifts her into the air for a gutbuster! Drake covers again.

One...

Two...

Th...Kick out!

Nelson: Rainn is trying to get herself started in this one, but it is not working out quite as well as she would like it to!

Rose: She's holding her own against a very talented Icon and she's doing it without the help of Acrimony! How do you not respect that?!

Drake grabs Willow to drag her back up to her feet. He hits Willow in the mouth with an elbow shot before lifting her into The Killswitch (Air Raid Crash/White Noise)! Drake can only take a step before Willow blasts him in the mouth and lands on the mat behind him. Drake stumbles a few steps to regain his balance before turning around. Before Drake can do anything else to Willow, Acrimony finally reaches into the ring to trip Drake up. Drake notices in time and turns around, yelling at Acrimony and telling him to mind his own business.

Rose: Drake might want to keep his focus on Willow because he definitely doesn’t want any of Acrimony.

Acrimony shakes his head. Drake mouths off for a moment or two longer before turning around, Willow charges in and catches Drake with a Riott Kick (spike rana)!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Willow rolls him over and drops down on top of him, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Willow Rainn!!!

Rose: Sometimes, you just need a tiny distraction to get a big win!

The world is dark. The light has faded. Smoke slowly fills the screen as light from either side clickers to life.

Rose: What in the hell is this about?!

Crumb: Hold me...I’m scared!

Straight white neon light that bounces through the smoke. An outline of a body is seen walking through the smoke and as it emerges we see the full outline of a woman. Her long blond hair tied back with the front and sides up as the back flows down her shoulders and back. Her shoulders are broad and she has a muscular frame but is still feminine. Her voice booms out with a European accent but far enough removed not to be completely foreign.

Krieger: Freedom... is the ability to challenge yourself far beyond the constraints of traditional rule and order. We draw strength from our passions... we're driven by desire... even hatred can be a worthy ally when used against an enemy... and yet, we are told to turn our backs on these things... the very feelings, emotions... that makes us all... human

She chuckles to herself as her lips twist in a wicked smirk, her bright blue eyes shine as her hands slide up to the sides of her jacket as she drips it and widens her stance

Krieger: My name is Johanna Marie Krieger. I was born in Nuremberg Germany. I stood on the side of law and justice as a police officer. But everyone has dreams and a few years ago I quit that job and left Germany to follow mine. I have toured Europe, Japan, and America. And now, now I have signed a contract with Iconic Pro Wrestling. A company full of the unique, the special, the obscene and the violent. This is where I belong and a company where I can feel whole. And soon. Soon I will get in the ring and show you all what I can do and what the future of violence looks like.

Johanna smiles wide, her face covered in war paint. Black lines laying vertically and horizontally. Her lips also covered with black lipstick, her eyes with a smokey effect as she tilts her head, her tongue moving across her teeth and lips.

Krieger: I will step in the ring with Legion, I will fight Stasi Herveaux. I will snatch Nico Rider out of the air and...if she's finally done chasing Kaden Kessler around, I'll bitch slap Caliee Ryker around too. Oh, and if I see everyone's favorite punching bag, Taryn Willow around?. I'll beat her so bad all her tattoos that she miraculously got in a week will disappear...I'm coming...and I'm bringing hell with me...

She comes close as her voice goes to almost a whisper, we fade out hearing her low chuckle under her breath.

Nelson: What an introduction by one of our newest Lady Icons! Johanna Krieger has put the entire roster on notice!

Crumb: That’s a lot of big talk from someone that hasn’t even stepped into an IPW ring to wrestle.

Rose: The first step in winning, Todd, is confidence. That’s why you’re a perpetual loser!


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

"Tear Away" starts to play and the fans roar with hated for Judy Albrecht. She strides to the ring ride and telling the audience to kiss her ass. She enters the ring and awaits her opponent.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Hollywood, California….weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at a height of five feet six inches...she is JUDITH ALBRECHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Crumb: Anyone notice that Mischa Killings isn’t out here with Judith?

Nelson: That is a good observation, Crumb. I do wonder what that is about?

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.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Boston, Mass….weighing in at one hundred and eighty-seven pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is NICO RIDEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: Mister Goody Two Shoes himself! I’m surprised this little punk isn’t dead yet.

Crumb: That’s so mean, Rose.

Nelson: I must agree with Crumb. Rider has been a shining example of justice and goodness in this landscape of injustice and evil.

The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the upcoming match. Nico nods and looks more ready that he has in quite some time. Judith can only grin. The referee then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---Judith Albrecht vs. Nico Rider---

Judith aggressively charges across the ring and tries to hit Nico in the mouth with a forearm smash. Nico ducks underneath the attempt and creates a bit of space between the them. Judith turns around with frustration on her face and tries to charge at Nico. He once again ducks underneath Judith's attempt at taking control of the match. Judith curses under her breath and turns around again. This time, Nico Rider leaps into the air and catches Judith in the mouth with a spinning heel kick! Judith crashes to the mat, but wisely rolls over to the ropes before Nico can go for the cover!

Nelson: When you can kick people in the mouth like that...you've always got a chance!

Rose: I don't think anyone denies that she's got talent!

Crumb: Listen to her...she'll tell you!

Judith pulls herself back up to her feet with the help of the ropes. Nico pauses for a moment as if deciding on what he wants to do before charging. He hits her in the ribs with a few hard kicks. Judith uses the ropes to hold herself upright as Nico Rider bounces up towards the center of the ring. He smiles and runs forward, hoping to strike. Judith shakes her head and steps forward just in time, lifting Nico into the air and dumping him out onto the apron. Nico slowly pulls himself back up to his feet with the help of the ropes. Judith chuckles as she runs at him and tries to knock Nico down to the floor. Nico swings his foot into the air and kicks Judith in the mouth, sending her staggering backwards. Nico then springboards into the ring and sends Judith crashing to the mat with a crossbody block! He hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

THR...Judith powers out!

Judith tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Nico lines himself up with her head and begins to pace back and forth, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once halfway up, Nico charges forward and tries to hit Judith in the head with a shining wizard! Judith ducks underneath the attempt and Nico's knee hits the mat hard instead. Judith quickly grabs hold of Nico's knee and lifts it high into the air, slamming it into the mat just a moment later! Nico's eyes go wide in pain. Judith grabs the knee and locks in a single legged crab to do even more damage to it. Nico yells out in pain but nonetheless manages to crawl over toward the ropes. He grabs them as the referee calls for Judith to break the hold. Judith ignores the referee at first, causing him to count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Judith finally breaks the hold.

Crumb: I know she's technically allowed to do that, but...

Rose: There is no 'but!' Judith's being smart and that's all that matters!

Nico tries to pull himself back up to his feet, being careful to make sure that his knee isn't in too much pain. Smirking, Judith notices that she's given herself a bit of an opening. Judith quickly closes the gap and hits Nico in the mouth with an elbow shot. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Judith drags Nico over toward the middle of the ring and drives her knee into his ribs. Seconds later, she lifts Nico into the air and slams him to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex, bridging it into a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Th...Nico kicks out!

Judith grabs Nico's leg and delivers a few quick kicks to it before dragging him back up to his feet. She immediately hoists Nico into the air and tries to set him up for a powerbomb! Judith takes a few steps over toward the nearest turnbuckle to deliver a corner powerbomb! Nico reverses the attempt and instead sends Judith into the turnbuckle with a hurricanrana! Judith crashes into it and tries to drag herself back up to her feet, albeit groggily. She turns around and stumbles toward Nico, who grabs Judith and uses the ropes to him advantage! He delivers a tornado DDT that plants Judith on the mat! Nico hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Oh wow, that was close!

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

Rose: I'll respect the effort that Nico’s giving! I just don't think it's enough.

Nico brings himself back up to his feet and decides to test his knee a bit. He decides that it's doing okay and steps toward Judith, hitting her with a hard kick. Judith staggers but doesn't fall. Nico steps forward and hits Judith with a second that has the same effect, though the pain is now obvious on his face. He pulls Judith toward the middle of the ring and drags her back up to her feet. He drives a hard knee into her ribs to knock her groggy. Nico steps back and tries to get himself into position to catch her with a Kiss the Foot (superkick)! Judith just barely ducks underneath the attempt!

Crumb: Did you see the way that Nico landed on the mat?

Nelson: That knee is hurting him indeed!

Nico staggers, but tries to hide the fact that he's in pain. Unfortunately for him, Judith seems to notice. She bounces off of the ropes and hits his knee with a chop block! Nico crashes to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet---only to be dropped by The Muther Fucker (pulling piledriver)! Judith hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THREE!

Torres: The winner of this match...Judith Albrecht!!

Nelson: Judith Albrecht made an opening that she could take advantage of, and despite the effort from Nico Rider, she was just a bit too much to handle!

Rose: And trust me when I say that I've got no problem with this!

Judith climbs to her feet and begins celebrating. Suddenly the lights go out. The arena is pitch black for a moment before a lime green light fills the ring with an ominous glow.

Crumb: Guys, any idea what’s going on?

Rose: Do we look like we know any more than you do?

Nelson: Actually…

A commotion begins to stir in the crowd. The camera pans back to the point where we can see Micheal Graves emerging underneath the ring via a trap door.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MICHEAL GRAVES IS IN THE RING?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Mr. Samson’s not going to be pleased!”

Judith turns around to see Graves in his new monstrous form, climbing through the ring. Judith backs away, staring at Graves as he stands there motionless, staring right back at her.

Rose: Hey, Micheal offered fair warning earlier tonight that he had been tame up to this point.

Nelson: If that was tame, I shudder to think what he is about to do!

Suddenly and without warning, Graves rushes Judith, catching her off guard with a devastating spear! Graves springs to his feet, staring down at his victim. Nico begins to stir behind him. Graves slowly turns his head to look at Nico who is just now getting to his feet and figuring out what’s happening.

Crumb: GET OUT OF THERE, NICO!

Nico cautiously climbs to his feet, but Graves turns and darts in close, catching him with a shining wizard before he could get to his feet! Graves lifts Nico up and tucks his head between his legs. He quickly motions a cut throat with his thumb before flipping Nico up and over his back.

Nelson: Grave Consequences, otherwise known as a crucifix powerbomb! Did you guys know that it was innovated by Dan Spivey?

Crumb: Who?

Rose: Nobody cares, Patticake!

Judith is using the ropes to pull herself up, but Graves, noticing this, rushes in with a boot to to the face that knocks her through the ropes to the padding below!

Nelson: This is just violence for the sake of violence!

Rose: Yeah, but you have to admit that it’s kind of entertaining to watch.

Suddenly a small team of four security guards come running down the stage. Graves runs and leaps through the middle rope and over the barricade into the crowd. Security rounds the ring in pursuit, but Graves waste no time rushing through the crowd and through a door into another part of the arena!

Crumb: Thank goodness for security!

Pyro explodes upon the entrance stage as “New Year, Who Dis?” returns from intermission. The camera zooms about the filled to capacity Iconic Arena before settling in on The Stooges at the commentators table near ringside.

Crumb: WELCOME BACK TO “NEW YEAR, WHO DIS?”!

Nelson: What a night we have had so far on our first supershow of the new year!

Rose: And to think we still have four more hard hitting wrestling matches to come!

Nelson: Let us not wait anymore time then and get right into the action!

Torres: The following contest is a GRUDGE MATCH to be fought under EXTREME RULES with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

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: Coming to the ring first from Miami, Florida….weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds….standing at six feet three inches….he is the New Age Prince...SETH OWENNNNNNNNSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rose: I can’t believe he didn’t bring that Barbie doll Carliee with him.

Nelson: Who says he didn’t?

Rose: I don’t see her there.

Crumb: That doesn’t mean she isn’t here, Rose.

The lights go out and the song ”Nymphetamine” by Cradle Of Filth begins to play. On the stage a woman in white walks out, head covered by a veil but it is believed to be Penelope. Her front is covered in blood as she clutches a box in bloody hands and stops halfway down the ramp. Robed figures come out carrying a coffin and set it down. Opening it she places the heart inside and out rises Xstatic. He walks to the ring and climbs in before sitting in the corner.

Torres Coming to the ring next hailing from The Karnival....weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds...standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the leader of The Dark Karnevil….XSTATIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Neither one of them brought any weapons.

Rose: Maybe they decided they didn’t need any?

Crumb: With these two?

Rose: Yeah, probably not, huh?

DING DING DING!!

---Grudge Match: Extreme Match: Seth Owens vs. Xstatic---

The two Icons charge and slam into each other with big clotheslines that spin both men off on impact. Xstatic manages to stay standing while Seth falls to one knee. As Xstatic tries to come back, Seth springs up into a knee strike that floors Xstatic and draws blood from his mouth. Seth jumps on for the cover and the referee jumps into position.

One...

Two...kick out!

Rose: We’ve already got blood!

Crumb: Your night’s made, huh?

Rose: Yep...

Xstatic grabs Seth’s arm, swings his legs up and goes for an arm triangle. Seth knees Xstatic low and then rolls away as the Dark Karnevil leader clutches at his nether regions. Seth slides out to the floor and looks around. He finds an umbrella, nods, and the fan holding it hands it over happily. Xstatic rolls out to the floor and Seth blasts him in the gut with the still folded up umbrella. Xstatic doubles over and Seth blasts him over the back. Xstatic falls to his knees and Seth cracks him in the back of the head. Xstatic slumps over to the floor. Seth tosses the umbrella aside. He rolls Xstatic over and covers on the floor.

One...

Two...

THR...Xstatic GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Nelson: Seth Owens is going crazy on Xstatic!

Rose: Now we’ll see what happens that he’s made Xstatic taste his own blood!

Crumb: This is not gonna be good, is it?

Rose: Is it ever?

Seth sits up on his knees and looks around for the umbrella again. He nods and stands up, moving over to get the weapon back from where it is currently sitting near the steel guardrail. Seth grabs the umbrella and stands up straight, nodding at the weapon. Xstatic starts up to all fours, grasping out at the ring skirt. Seth slowly starts to turn around and sees Xstatic near the ring skirt, going for the bottom rope. Seth starts to move in for another umbrella shot. Xstatic spins, throwing something at him. Seth opens the umbrella to block the liquid from hitting him and crashes forward. Xstatic moves, redirecting the point of the umbrella into the bottom turnbuckle. As Seth tries to pull it free, Xstatic drops down to his knees and drills Seth low under the umbrella.

Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Seth staggers back, grimacing in pain. As he starts to tumble down to a knee, Xstatic comes through with a wicked clothesline that drops Seth to the floor. Xstatic grabs the bottom rope and starts to viciously stomp down at Seth’s upper body, drilling him in the face, the left shoulder and then the chest. Seth tries to roll away and cover. Xstatic drops a knee to the neck. Seth clutches at his head and neck. Xstatic covers, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

Thre...Seth KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: Xstatic was so close there!

Rose: Come on, Xstatic!

Crumb: Way to be biased, Rose.

Xstatic grabs Seth by the head, sits him up, and then fires him back down violently against the thinly matted floor. Seth hits hard, clutching at his head. Xstatic drags Seth up and fires him into the ring. Seth staggers up, stumbling drunkenly. Xstatic pulls the umbrella loose, closes it up, and tosses it into the ring. As he starts looking for something else, Seth finds the umbrella and picks it up. Xstatic grabs a chair and dives into the ring. Seth turns and tries to blast him with the umbrella again but Xstatic uses the chair like a shield to block the shot. Seth spins, his hands ringing and drops the umbrella. Xstatic rears back and blasts Seth across the back! Seth falls to all fours, gritting his teeth in pain. Xstatic drops the chair and then grabs the umbrella. He hooks Seth by the throat with the handle of the umbrella and pulls his head up off the mat. Xstatic gets his foot up behind it and gives Seth a curbstomp onto the mat. Xstatic tosses aside the umbrella, relishing every second of this. He drops down, rolls the now bloody Seth over and covers.

One...

Two...

THR...Seth KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: How did Owens get out of that?!

Crumb: Xstatic curbstomps him with a damn umbrella...

Rose: And it doesn’t put Seth down!

Xstatic drags Seth up and throws him into the nearest corner. Seth hits hard against the turnbuckles and gets blasted with the umbrella in the stomach. Xstatic drops the weapon before belting Seth in the mouth with a straight right that draws yet more blood. Xstatic scoops Seth up. Seth looks up and spits a red liquid into Xstatic’s face!

Crumb: WHAT CAN XSTATIC BE THINKING AS SETH OWENS USING HIS OWN MOVE OF SPITTING LIQUID INTO HIS FACE AGAINST HIM?!?!

Xstatic staggers and Seth gets loose. He kicks Xstatic in the stomach and hits New Age Stomp (curbstomp) onto the steel chair.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Nelson: Seth Owens did it!

Rose: I don’t believe it!

Crumb: The New Age Prince has taken down the Dark Karnevil leader!

Torres: Here is your winner….Seth Owens!!!

Seth’s music plays throughout the Iconic Arena as the referee raises his hand up in victory.

Nelson: What a match by these two Icons!

Crumb: So with this being a Grudge match this means that since Seth won the eternal war between the New Age and Dark Karnevil is finally over?

Rose: Who really knows--

Suddenly the crowd starts to get rowdy. Seth turns to see Xstatic’s fellow Dark Karnevil member Acrimony come charging down the ramp towards the ring. Seth quickly gets out of the ring as Acrimony slides under the bottom rope and into the ring.

Crumb: WHAT CAN SETH OWENS BE THINKING AS ACRIMONY HAS RUSHED TO THE RING?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I’m getting the hell out of here!”

Acrimony charges the other side of the ring, looking like he’s about to leap out of the ring and go after Owens who scurries around the outside, all while Acrimony’s gaze is locked upon him.

Nelson: It looks as if Acrimony has come out to avenge Xstatic’s loss.

Suddenly Acrimony turns around and starts hitting Xstatic with clubbing blows to the back of his head and back, leaving everyone watching in shock and awe.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nelson, Crumb, and Rose: HOLY SHIT!

In the meantime, Seth Owens watches as he backs up the ramp. Xstatic fights to get up to his feet but Acrimony is ready. The Unforgiven backs him up into the corner and nails him with hard shoulders directly to the abdomen. Grabbing a handful of Xstatic’s hair, Acrimony pulls him back to the middle of the ring and hits him with The End of Heartache (pumphandle half nelson Death Valley Driver)!

Nelson: What in the world has happened here?!

Crumb: Does this mean Dark Karnevil is over?

Acrimony stands tall above Xstatic as the scene fades

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

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 entrance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.

Torres: Coming to the ring first 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 ex-Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship...she is the Hawkeye Warrior….JESSIE ROBERTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Jessie Roberts is sure looking turn things around here tonight after losing the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship to Minx on the last edition of Chaos.

Crumb: While that may be true, she finds herself between a rock and a hard place tonight as she steps into the ring against Astrid Sedin.

Rose: Oh come on! Jessie is beyond fully capable of knocking ASStrid off the high horse that she so desperately needs to be knocked off. Don’t count her out.

The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid takes in the crowd’s energy before turning back to where she came and motioning for someone to come out and join her on the stage. That was when she was joined by the ever so intimidating Daveena.Astrid turned around to face the ring as the smirk re-appeared on her face before she began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confident as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.

Daveena stops at the bottom of the ramp as Astrid scowls and smirks at the same time towards the ring before heading off to the right hand side while holding her hands towards the fans as if to say “talk to the hand”. She quickly hops onto the ring apron and gets to her feet, looking out at the crowd as Daveena climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring through the ropes before bending her knees and quickly entering under the middle rope with a twirl. Holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd with Daveena simply standing behind her, arms folded across her chest and a stern look upon her face.. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the tope one with Daveena just off to her side, her music slowly fading out.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from West Chester, Pennsylvania...weighing in at one hundred and one pound….standing at five feet tall...she is the Iconic Queen….ASTRID SEDIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: And here she comes… the ICONIC Queen herself waltzing down to the ring and it seems like she is smiling. Which is a change considering that the man that put her on the shelf for a while months back is wanting to make his return.

Crumb: I doubt that’s anywhere but the back of her mind right now. She’s focused on Jessie and in her pursuit of the IPW Television Championship. Nothing has ever really stopped her before… not even the aforementioned attack by Micheal Graves.

Rose: Pfft! If she hadn’t provoked him, he wouldn’t have attacked her. She just better keep her eyes open and keep watch or things are going to get bad for her.

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

DING DING DING!!

---“Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts vs. “Iconic Queen” Astrid Sedin---

Astrid uses her speed to circle around the ring, trying to keep her distance from an agitated Jessie Roberts. The two Lady Icons do eventually meet in the center of the ring as Jessie catches Astrid in the mouth with a forearm smash! She follows it up with a second and then a third. Astrid stumbles back and tries to recover, but Jessie refuses to give her the space to do so. Jessie grabs Astrid and shoots her across the ring. She tries to lift Astrid into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam on the rebound, but Astrid reverses the attempt and instead sends Jessie crashing to the mat with a headscissors takedown! Jessie tries to pull herself back up to her feet, but before she can, Astrid bounces off of the ropes and sends her crashing to the mat with a running dropkick! Astrid hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...Jessie kicks out!

Jessie tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Astrid steps toward her and hits Jessie in the mouth with a forearm smash. She then grabs Jessie and tries to shoot her across the ring. Jessie reverses the attempt and steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Astrid. She sticks out an arm and attempts a clothesline. Astrid is able to duck underneath the attempt. Astrid bounces off of the ropes and continues to run, instead sending Jessie crashing down to the mat with a handspring back elbow! Astrid hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Jessie kicks out again!

Nelson: Sedin is off to a very impressive start in this one and you have to wonder if she is a bit motivated after knowing Micheal Graves has returned earlier tonight!

Rose: If that's what it takes to motivate this girl into being an almost decent Icon then I guess I can't complain...

Crumb: You make it sound like Astrid HASN'T been an impressive Icon!

Jessie tries to create space between the two of them before pulling herself back up to her feet. Jessie uses the turnbuckle to speed the process up. Perhaps sensing an opening, Astrid charges across the ring and tries to hit Jessie in the corner with a running forearm smash! Jessie ducks out of the way just in time and Astrid crashes into the turnbuckle instead. Jessie grabs her before she can recover and quickly snaps off a Russian Leg sweep! Jessie hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Astrid gets the shoulder up!

Nelson: A very close call there for Sedin as she gets her shoulder up just in time.

Crumb: Oh Jessie is going to have to do a lot more if she’s going to get Astrid down for a three count.

Rose: The referee was counting slowly. I think that Jessie should protest the count.

Jessie quickly positions herself near Astrid's head and immediately starts to use her knees to great effect. She hits Astrid with a series of strikes to try and wear her down. Jessie slowly drags Astrid up to her feet while holding on to her head the entire time. Jessie sends Astrid crashing to the mat with a sitout neckbreaker that draws a few gasps from the fans. Jessie then hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thre...Astrid is able to get the shoulder up again!

She clutches at her head for a moment while pulling herself back up to her feet.

Crumb: That was a vicious looking neckbreaker!

Nelson: If Roberts keeps that up it could spell trouble for Sedin!

Rose: If at any point Jessie needs to tap into her vicious streak, it’s right now against ASStrid!

Astrid tries to create a bit of space between herself and Jessie. Jessie quickly closes the gap and grabs Astrid by her blonde hair. Jessie uses her knees to continue trying to wear Astrid down before straightening her up. She tries to pull Astrid into position for a possible powerbomb. Astrid just barely manages to shove Jessie away. Jessie recovers, but can't do anything before Astrid leaps into the air and hits her with an enziguri! Jessie just barely manages to remain on her feet but nonetheless stumbles around from the impact. Sensing an opening, Astrid leaps into the air and delivers a tornado DDT! Astrid hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Sedin almost had it there. The referee’s hand was mere inches off the surface of the mat.

Crumb: I think that Astrid’s cockiness is starting to come into play and that could be her downfall.

Rose: Uh… do you not recall that only mere moments ago it was Astrid who was laying flat on her back?

The fans seem shocked that the match has yet to end. Astrid briefly turns and looks at the referee. She then grabs Jessie and tries to bring her back up to her feet. Astrid hits Jessie with a series of quick kicks to try and wear her down a bit. Astrid then tries to line Jessie up with the ropes so that she can springboard off of them. Before she can, Jessie rushes at her and hits Astrid in the back of the head! Astrid staggers and crashes into the ropes. Jessie turns her around and drives her knee hard into Astrid's ribs. She then tries to get Astrid into position for a suplex. Astrid blocks the attempt. Jessie once again tries to power Astrid into the air, but Astrid manages to block the attempt a second time. This time, she shoves Jessie away. Jessie recovers and quickly tries to close the gap. Unfortunately, Astrid leaps into the air and catches her in the jaw with a knee strike! Jessie stumbles just enough to give Astrid the opening she needs to grab her and connect with #LILBIT (slingshot DDT)!

Nelson: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS ASTRID SEDIN HAS DEBUTED A NEW FINISHER AND DRILLED JESSIE ROBERTS WITH IT?!?!

Crumb: Hey! That’s my line! But it’s true. She hinted on Twitter that she’d be introducing a new move.

Rose: Thank goodness. Her moves were starting to become staler than bread that gets left out.

Astrid hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Astrid Sedin!!!

Nelson: Sedin has successfully defeated Roberts and I have just been informed that Sedin will be competing at Chaos “Love Hurts” for the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship!

Suddenly the lights in the arena suddenly go dark, falling into a sea of black as Astrid’s music cuts. A sea of mixed reactions come from the crowd even though nothing can be seen.

Crumb: It seems as though we’re having some sort of technical problem with the lights.

Rose: Of course Mister Samson forgot to pay the power bill!

Nelson: I am pretty sure it does not work that way…

Just then the opening riff of “Unholy” by KISS begins to play over the PA system.

Crumb: Wait a minute, we know whose music that is!

A thick fog-like cloud engulfs the stage as green and purple lasers pan wildly throughout. The crowd turns their attention to the entranceway looking for Graves to walk out. Suddenly the ring lit up from above with a green hue with Micheal Graves being found to be standing behind Astrid and Jessie, both of whom are looking toward the stage.

Nelson: What is this madman doing out here again?!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MICHEAL GRAVES IS IN THE RING BEHIND JESSIE ROBERTS AND ASTRID SEDIN?!?!

Rose: Probably, “it’s time to beat down ASStrid once again!”

Jessie is the first to turn around, noticing Graves just standing there as he snarls behind his mask. The Hawkeye Warrior lunges forward with a clothesline but receives a boot to the stomach. The Dark Warrior then drops Jessie on her head with a pulling piledriver.

Nelson: I guess Graves was not here for Sedin afterall!

Rose: At this point I don’t think it even matters.

Turning to see this, Astrid mouths a cuss and wastes no time rushing straight towards Graves who was getting back up to his feet. Graves goes to throw a stiff right, but Astrid ducks it and instead catches him with a double knee backbreaker. Graves tried to shake it off and get back to his feet, but Astrid beats him to it and catches him with a shining wizard square to the temple.

Crumb: Astrid isn’t backing down! She’s taking the fight to Graves!

Astrid taunts Graves, telling him to stand up as he struggles to get to his feet. The official gets between Astrid and Graves trying to break up the fight, but Astrid just shoves him aside before hitting Graves with a scissor kick that sends him face first to the mat. The referee once again tries to position himself between Graves and Astrid, trying to coax the volatile Astrid away from him. But instead Astrid lets go a primal scream before she shoves the ref away again and goes for Graves, but he catches her and struggles to push her away.

Rose: As much as I think she’s a flake, Micheal isn’t going to stop her that easily.

Nelson: This fight has been a long time coming!

Graves uses the referees distraction to move in close, jabbing a thumb to Astrid’s eye that causes her to back off. Graves then grabs the referee by the back of his collar and slacks and tosses him through the middle ropes. Graves then charges in and catches a half blinded Astrid with a huge spear that nearly breaks her in two. Graves climbs to his feet and plays toward the crowd, garnering a mixed reaction.

Crumb: He must be real proud of himself right now?!

Rose: I’m proud of him… give her hell, Micheal!

Graves slowly walks over the fallen body of Astrid, staring down at her as he tilts his head slightly with evil intent.

Nelson: Where is security? We need security down here before this gets any further out of hand!

Graves reaches down to grab a fist full of Astrid’s hair, but a well placed kick to the groin sends him stumbling back a few steps.

Nelson: Sedin was playing possum the whole time!

Crumb: OOH! That hard kick straight to the nards has got to hurt!

Rose: He hit her with a cheap shot first, turnabout is fair play!

Crumb: Whose side are you on anyway?

Rose: Sides? I’m just enjoying the show!

Springing back up, Astrid rushes towards Graves. He barely has time to react, before he takes the full impact of an enziguri to the face that sends him falling backwards into the corner. Astrid rushes towards the fallen Graves and leaps through the air with double knees, but at the last minute he manages to roll out of the way causing her to bounce off of the turnbuckle. Both manage to get up to their feet at the same time, Graves using the ropes for support. They waste little time going for each other again as Graves connects with a right that staggers Astrid. She returns the favor with a right of her own! Graves goes to throw another right, but she ducks it and positions herself behind him and as Graves turns around, he’s met with a ANOTHER kick to the groin.

Nelson and Crumb: OOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!

Rose: Every. Man’s. Weakness. And that’s now happened twice!

Graves doubles over in pain as Astrid grabs him by the throat for a chokehold STO, but Graves spits a green mist into her eyes that forces her to back off. Micheal then stalks Astrid as she wipes the mysterious green liquid from her eyes, a sadistic smile shining through the mask and heavy makeup. Graves kicks Astrid in the midsection and as she doubles over, he grabs her and tucks her head between his thighs before he points over the ropes to the floor below.

Crumb: It looks like Micheal is planning on delivering some Grave Consequences to the outside!

Nelson: For those who do not know, that is the very same move that Graves performed on Sedin back in November that lead to his suspension!

Rose: His unjust suspension I might add!

Suddenly Joshua Samson storms out from behind the curtain with microphone in hand.

Samson: LET HER GO RIGHT NOW!

Graves pauses as he looks up the ramp at Samson.

Samson: YOU HEARD WHAT THE HELL I SAID, MICHEAL! LET. HER. GO. RIGHT. NOW!

Crumb: I don’t think Micheal is caring what Joshua is screaming right now!

Joshua starts to make his way down the ramp. Graves has yet to release Astrid.

Samson: You win, Micheal. You win. You want back into IPW...then so be it!

Rose: What in the hell?! Mister Samson is caving to the demands of a terrorist!

Nelson: In all fairness, Graves does have Samson’s wife in a precarious position.

The Owner Extraordinaire makes it down to the ring, walks up the stairs, and enters into the ring.

Samson: Let her go, Micheal. You’re back in.

Graves releases Astrid, who slumps to the floor. She immediately crawls over to Samson, who bends down to check on her.

Graves: I’m glad we could come to an amicable agreement, Joshua.

Samson glares up at Graves.

Samson: But be very, very clear, Micheal, that you are to steer three hundred and sixty degrees away from my wife! Unless you are booked against each other in a match, which I will insure you never will be, you are to go the other way or you will be fired on the spot!

Crumb: WHAT CAN MICHEAL GRAVES BE THINKING AS JOSHUA SAMSON, ESQUIRE HAS BARRED HIM FROM BEING ANYWHERE NEAR ASTRID SEDIN OR BE TERMINATED FROM ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING?!?!

Rose: Probably, “talk about abuse of power!”

Graves nods his head in silent agreement. An angered Astrid has finally made it back to her feet as she stands behind her husband.

Samson: Then we’re done here. Micheal Graves, you’re reinstated.

No sooner did Joshua say the words “reinstated” than the look on Astrid’s face change from pure anger to a very empty expression. It was like a switch had been flicked in her brain, her eyes growing very wide. And before anybody has a chance to blink, a shrill scream comes from the Iconic Queen that sends a shiver down everyone’s spines. Before anybody can react to it, Astrid charges out from behind her husband and hits Graves with spear that damn near splits the guy in half. She is quick to start raining fists down upon him, still screaming like a banshee in the process.

Nelson: Oh this does not look good! This is not the Astrid Sedin that we are used to.

Crumb: She’s on a whole different level now. It’s just like when he attacked her.

Rose: Honestly, turnabout’s fair play. I’ve seen her in this state before and it didn’t fare too well to the person on the receiving end.

Astrid gets up to her feet and looks at the referee and Joshua, a twisted smile unlike any other coming across her face. Using the ropes for leverage, she pushes Graves under the bottom rope until he falls to the floor. She was quickly behind him and no sooner were her feet on the floor, she was rooting around under the ring. When she comes back out, she had a kendo stick in hand.

Rose: OH NO! This is a repeat of Bloodbath all over again!

Crumb: What?

Rose: Just watch. As much as I hate ASStrid… there’s no stopping her.

In the meantime, Graves has gotten back up to his feet and Astrid goes to swing it at him, he ducks underneath and boots her on the stomach. Everyone is shocked as she doesn’t look phased in any sense of the imagination. And soon he regrets it as she starts starts her kendo attack. Because he’s about a foot and a half taller than her, her hits are only hitting his upper chest… until she nails him in the groin for the third time, bringing him down to a knee, allowing her to start hitting him in the head and shoulders.

Samson: ASTRID! STOP IT!

Tossing the now splintered kendo stick to the side, Astrid rushes Graves and hits him with a facebreaker knee smash. Astrid’s expression was that of joy and rage mixed into one as she turns and climbs onto the ring apron. She positions herself in the middle, looking like she’s measuring Graves up as she waits for him to get back to his feet. But this pause allows Samson to grab her by the arm and turn her around.

Samson: Astrid Rona Samson. Come back. Come back.

Samson tightly restrains Astrid in his arms. He kisses her forehead as he gently caresses the side of her face. And just like that, her eyes start filling with tears as she melts back to her normal self, looking down at a fallen Graves as he’s helped up to his feet.

Nelson: What a display we just witnessed!

Rose: I told you guys it was just like Bloodbath.

Crumb: What’s Bloodbath?

Rose: I’ll explain it to you during the break.

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Torres: The following is an ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH that is scheduled for TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

“Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna Rissi comes to the ring.

Torres: Coming to the ring first...the challenger...hailing from Melbourne, Australia….weighing in at one hundred and three pounds...standing at a height of five feet….she is the first ever Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion….BRIANNA RISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: And here comes the first ever Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion Brianna Rissi and she looks as determined as ever to regain the championship.

Crumb: She’s going to have one heck of a task ahead of her because I don’t think Minx is going to want to lose her title so quickly after regaining it.

Rose: Brianna did lose to Jessie Roberts and so I think she’s got the drive to regain the title. She just had an off day that one time.

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 next...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 reigning, defending, and undisputed Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion….MINNNNNXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Minx is the first ever two time Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion and for good reason.

Crumb: That she is Nelly boy. I still wonder though if the match stipulation plays into her favor or Brianna’s?

Rose: Well whatever the case is… this is sure going to be interesting. That third fall… is going to be hard to get and whoever wins… deserves it.

Nelson: If it even gets to a third fall, Rose.

DING DING DING!!

---Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Match: Two out of Three Falls Match: Brianna Rissi vs. Minx---

The two Icons step out to face each other. Minx and Brianna step forward to meet each other and lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Minx goes for a side headlock but Brianna ducks under into a hammerlock. Minx drops to one knee and snapmares Brianna over. Brianna lands in the seated position and Minx kicks her directly between the shoulderblades. Brianna grimaces in pain, gritting her teeth as she tries to remain upright. Minx snaps off another kick and Brianna teeters over onto her left side. Minx looks for a cross armbreaker but Brianna rolls her up for a pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Th...Minx KICKS OUT!!!

Brianna takes her over in an Oklahoma roll.

One...

Two...

Th...Minx KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: Very close pin there by Rissi!

Crumb: Can you imagine the advantage that Brianni would have with such a quick first pinfall?!

Rose: The first pinfall is definitely an advantage.

As they stand up, Minx catches Brianna with a roundhouse kick. Brianna plummets to the mat and Minx jumps on for a cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Brianna KICKS OUT!!!

Rolling out to the floor, Brianna tries to get herself a breather but Minx is having none of that and follows out after her.

Nelson: So far, this has been a very close match… a bit too close to count if you ask my opinion.

Crumb: Back and forth, back and forth… these ladies are not holding anything back.

Rose: Hopefully it picks up soon though because it’s been pretty calm.

Brianna quickly reverses course and dives back into the ring. Minx follows again. Brianna spins into a clothesline. Minx catches the arm, gives delivers a forearm to the head, and pulls Brianna up and then down with Lickety Split (suplex double knee backbreaker)!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Nelson: There it is! The first fall goes to the current champion Minx!

Crumb: It looks to me as if though she caught Brianna off guard.

Rose: Even if she had realized it, I don’t think Brianna would’ve be able to avoid it.

Torres: The winner of the first fall...Minx!!!

Brianna Rissi - 0
Minx - 1

DING DING DING!!


Minx immediately moves in. Brianna jumps into a high knee strike that staggers Minx. The first ever TV Champ spins into another kick that sends Minx back into the ropes. Brianna gives Minx a dropkick that sends her over the top to the apron. Brianna jumps into a modified enziguri that causes the champion to fall to the floor, crashing down with a splat that makes the crowd visibly cringe.

Nelson: Brianna Rissi sure is not wasting any time getting the upperhand on Minx.

Crumb: It seems as though that first fall going to Minx might’ve woken up something inside her. But we will have to wait and see.

Rose: There’s still plenty of match to go, gentlemen.

Nodding slowly, Brianna watches from the ring as she waits for Minx to regain her upright posture. Minx grabs at the barricade, trying to use the railing to stand herself back up. The champion succeeds and Brianna nods to herself. She charges forward, jumps up onto the top rope, and launches herself into a corkscrew plancha, smashing Minx hard against the barricade.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nelson: Rissi is going full tilt in an attempt to get that second fall over Minx. She is looking to even the score and send it to the third round.

Crumb: I was right, something has woken up inside of Brianna Rissi and she’s becoming ruthless.

Rose: Hey, if you were in her shoes you’d be doing the same thing.

Brianna grabs her from behind and fires her back into the ring. Minx makes it to her feet and Brianna gives her a slingshot forearm smash. Minx goes down hard. Brianna jumps on for the cover.

One...

Two...

THR...Minx KICKS OUT!!

Nelson: Minx almost lost the fall to Rissi. It was a very close call there.

Crumb: It might’ve been but I don’t think these two are done yet.

Rose: Even if the three had been counted there’s still another round to go!

Brianna pulls Minx up and punches her in the mouth. Minx fires back. They begin trading shots: Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx, Brianna, Minx!

Nelson: Woo! These two Lady Icons sure are going at it!

Crumb: There has to be some bad blood between these two or they wouldn’t be fighting so hard.

Rose: They are both fighting for the championship. It’s a prestigious prize that they’ve both held.

Minx looks for another shot and Brianna ducks. Minx turns to go for another shot. Brianna dashes forward, grabs Minx from behind and drives her head into the mat with her BrieMode Bulldog!

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Nelson: We are all tied up here, folks. Brianna Rissi has scored her first fall, the second of this match.

Crumb: She practically owned that round. Now that they’re tied, they’re going to be fighting harder now.

Rose: It is going to be interesting now more than previously. It’s going to come down to which one of these Lady Icons want it first.

Torres: The winner of the second fall...Brianna Rissi! The match is now tied at a one fall apiece!

Brianna Rissi - 1
Minx - 1

DING DING DING!!

Brianna moves in closer. Minx goes for a big kick but Brianna ducks, runs passed her, and goes for a quebrada. Minx catches her but Brianna slides through into a reverse DDT.

One...

Two...

THRE...Minx KICKS OUT!!!

Brianna grabs her before she can stand and rolls her up in an inside cradle.

One...

Two...

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two...

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two...

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two…

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two...

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two...

REVERSAL!!!

One...

Two...

THRE...Minx KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: Not going to lie, these Lady Icons are giving it their all and I will tell you right now that whoever gets the next fall will have deserved it.

Crumb: That is definitely going to be the case and both women are looking like they’re about to tire out.

Rose: I just don’t know how much either of them has left to give!

As they start up, Brianna goes for a spinning backfist. Minx ducks and springboards off the middle rope. Brianna turns around. Minx lands on her shoulders and connects with a dragonrana!

Crumb: WHAT CAN BRIANNA RISSI BE THINKING AS SHE FALLS VICTIM TO MINX’S BEAUTY QUEST?!?!

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Nelson: Holy...

Crumb: Minx has managed to pin Brianna Rissi and retain her championship!

Rose: It was a very close call and Minx gave it her all! She deserves it!

Brianna Rissi - 1
Minx - 2

Torres: The winner of the third fall and thus the winner of the match two falls to one…and STILL the Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion… Minx!!!

Coming 10 February 2019

~~

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.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS COREY LAZARUS IS HERE AT “NEW YEAR, WHO DIS?!?!”

Rose: Probably, “I could have sworn we saw the last of this punk two weeks ago at Chaos!”

Nelson: Quiet, you two.

Corey Lazarus: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Corey Lazarus has a microphone in his hands and you all know what that means. That means the rumor mill is turning, there is drama to be alerted and that means that the King. Has. Retuuuuuuuurnedaaaaaaah!!!

Corey spreads his arms, basking in the downpour of disapproval from the crowd, as well as confusion to the statement he was making. Corey returns the microphone to his lips, answering the question on their minds.

Corey Lazarus: Let's address the elephant in the room. I have been getting blown up on social media for my "protest" against IPW. For walking away from match after match and all you people have been asking is why, oh why, is Corey Lazarus walking away from matches? And the smart people in the audience and watching at home, they'd know exactly what that reason is. But for the sake of the lowest common denominators that haven't quite figured it out yet, allow me to enlighten you.

Corey is tongue-in-cheek as he twirls the microphone in his wrist as "You suck, Corey" chants fill the arena. He just smirks and shakes his head.

Corey Lazarus: See, we have a few of them in the arena tonight, so this is for you. This question is for you. Would you still work your job if you were at a dead end? Hmm? Would you keep working a miserable job with an idiot sexpest of a boss knowing that there was no way to climb further up the ladder? To get that pay rise? To get to the top? If your answer is "yes Corey, I would" you're a failure of life. You lack ambition, confidence and I pity you for it.

More boos rain down but Corey simply ignores it as he takes off his shades and points them to the hard camera.

Corey Lazarus: See, I am a very ambitious man. I know my worth and I am not afraid to tell you what that worth is. I should be standing here right now as YOUR IPW World Champion! I beat Aaron Kostain fair and square, I broke him down and left him unable to continue. I had the belt in my hands, my arm raised, I was the king of the world. But then Joshua Samson made the biggest mistake of his miserable, social media dwelling life. He took that away from me. He denied the rightful champion the spoils to his efforts and gave it back to Kostan. You know what happened? He just lost it to someone else. Did he reverse that decision? No. Because it wasn't me, and that will do for him.

Corey begins to laugh, a little too hard for someone who seems visibly annoyed recaping his last few months.

Corey Lazarus: How did that work out for you, Joshua? You denied this companies hottest commodity his rightful place at the top, and now? Look at this place. You're selling this company for dimes instead of dollars. You may not even hold a position of power in this place anymore and good riddense to bad garbage. I wish I was buying this place so I could burn it down and piss on the ashes but alas, I am not in the market for a clown car. To whoever is the new owner of this new pokadot car of misfits, allow me to warn you to not repeat the sins of the father by trying to sweep Corey Lazarus under the rug. Don't sweep the *RIGHTFUL* Champion under the rug.

Corey smirks as he looks back at Lucien Viars, who is still holding the black briefcase in his hands. He turns his attention back to the crowd.

Corey Lazarus: They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Wouldn't you agree? Wouldn't you agree not seeing the Big L.A.Z. competing has made you yearn for my in-ring return? You miss seeing my Hot Takes on whatever platform I am forced to switch to? Good. Because that is what I wanted. I wanted you all to want The King of Venus back at any cost. Because I have a little secret I am going to reveal here tonight. I am going to reveal to you why I even bothered showing up these last few weeks only to "chickening out". You see I have many, many good traits but by far my best is my initative. I do what I want to get myself further. Throwing away a bunch of useless, empty meaning matches? Paultry to what I had in store. You see, I found a nice loophole in my contract and I abused the hell out of it. I am legally required to come to this ring and compete in assigned matches. But it doesn't state how long those matches have to be, weither I need to win or lose, or how a result has to come about. I just need to be there for the start of a match and for the end. That's all. Stasi? Eh, that one was to make a statement of itself. But the rest? Weren't worth my time. Wasn't worth my effort. There is no prize to fight for fighting peons and the bottom of the barrel. Only thing I needed was the money. Nothing more, nothing less. I have been bleeding this company of hundreds of dollars just to change my clothes, have my theme play, step in a ring and head home. And I think it's time I fill you all in on what that money has gone to. Lucien, if you wouldn't mind?

Lucien would lay the briefcase flat in Corey’s arm and unlatchs it, opening up to reveal the contents; a championship belt. The crowd mutter as Corey gestures to it like it a spectacle to behold.

Crumb: Wow! That’s beautiful! I wonder who it belongs to?

Corey Lazarus: This, is the RIGHTFUL World Championship. Isn't it just the most beautiful title belt you've ever laid your eyes on? Thousands of dollars have gone towards this belt, I got the best in the industry to design and craft it, pure gold, the finest leather, beautiful jewels and a nameplate with the name of it's rightful owner; Corey Lazarus.

Nelson: WHAT IN THE WORLD?!

Rose: HOLY SHIT!

Corey takes the title from the briefcase, holding it high above his head and showing it to all sides of the ring before placing it on his shoulder, plate facing the camera.

Corey Lazarus: This, this is the sight you better get use to. Forget about the IPW World Championship, forget there is even a main event tonight. This is your main event; the coronation of YOUR RIGHTFUL World Champion!

Lucien fastens the title belt around Coery’s waist as the Hot Take gloats.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS…

Rose: Shaddup!

Nelson: What a revelation by Corey Lazarus! I can only imagine what Joshua Samson is thinking as he paid witness to this?!


Torres: The following is an ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

The opening notes of “The Divine Infection” by Motionless In White start to fill the PA system of The Barker Hanger. A very mixed reaction comes from the ground as they await the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. Stepping through the black curtain, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottoms of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire. She changes her head from the front, to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp, her signature smirk upon her face. Once there, she stops and holds her arms out to her side, raising them up to shoulder height as she soaks in all the energy (both good and bad) from the fans in the crowd. She stays there for a few moments before starting to walk down the ramp, her wide smile still on her face. About halfway down, she lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. Stasi then hops onto the ring apron and stands up, putting her back to the ropes before quickly removing the jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.

Torres: Introducing first, she is the challenger...hailing from Pasadena, California...weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches...she is the ranked Number One Contender to the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship...she is STASI HERVEAUUUUUUXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: This young Lady Icon has been itching for this shot for nearly half a year now! This is one of the biggest opportunities of her career!

Crumb: If she's not ready to deliver, that could prove to be one of the biggest mistakes of her career!

Rose: But she is the crown jewel of Wicked.

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: And her opponent...from New York City, New York...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is the current reigning, defending, and undisputed Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion...he is The Nightmare...OLIVER BLACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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: Say what you will about Oliver Black, Black is the constant! Black is the unstoppable force!

Rose: Stasi better hope that she's ready to channel some of what made ASStrid so successful against Oliver, because she's in for one hell of a challenge!

Crumb: So you’re a Oliver fan tonight?

Rose: Hell to the no!

The fans are on their feet as Oliver Black leans against the ropes and waits for the match to begin. Stasi Herveaux glares at him angrily, unhappy with the champion's confidence. The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the match to begin. When both nod their heads, he then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.

DING DING DING!!

---Main Event: Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Match: Stasi Herveaux vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Oliver and Stasi both step toward the middle of the ring, Stasi still looking focused on the task at hand. Oliver immediately tries to reach out and grab Stasi, only to have her duck underneath the attempt. Stasi steps toward Oliver and starts to hit him with a series of chops and forearm smashes in hopes of wearing the champ down. The blows seem like they are doing their job, though Oliver fires back with a hard right hand that knocks Stasi into the ropes. Oliver tries to grab Stasi to try and connect with a second shot---only to have Stasi throw her body between the ropes.

The referee forces Oliver to back away from Stasi and give her space. Stasi smirks as Oliver takes a few steps back and glares at her. Once the referee has determined that Stasi has had a chance to recover, Oliver quickly steps toward her again. Stasi uses the opening she gave herself to rake at Oliver's eyes. Oliver stumbles back blindly and before the referee can realize what happened, Stasi leaps into the air and hits Oliver with an enziguri!

Rose: I know you're going to complain about the fact that Stasi just did that, but that is EXACTLY what she needs to do if she wants to beat Oliver!

Nelson: I would be disappointed in Herveaux if she did not do everything she could to try and beat Black! It does not mean that I support it, but I would be disappointed.

The Champ just barely manages to hold himself upright after the kick from Stasi. Herveaux looks at Oliver and shakes her head. She charges at Oliver and waits for him to try and strike. Oliver does exactly what she expected, trying to cut Stasi off with a clothesline! She ducks under the attempt and bounces off of the ropes. When she comes back on the rebound, Stasi catches the Champ by surprise with a headscissors takedown!

Oliver immediately creates space between himself and Stasi before she can try to lock in some sort of hold. This doesn't seem to affect Stasi all that much as she bounces off of the ropes and hits Stasi with a running dropkick! Oliver again rolls over toward the ropes to keep Stasi from locking in any sort of hold or going for any sort of pin attempt. He grabs the ropes and starts to pull himself back up to his feet. Stasi quickly grabs Oliver's right arm and tries to drape it over the ropes for leverage. Oliver shoves Stasi away almost immediately. She regains her balance and tries to hurry toward Oliver---only to have Oliver knock her down to the mat with a vicious back elbow smash!

Crumb: That wasn't pretty!

Rose: But it may have been exactly what Oliver needed to slow Stasi down a bit!

Nelson: The more that Black hits her, the more likely it is that he's going to win this match! Herveaux is talented, but there are only so many times that someone like Black can throw you around!

Stasi slowly pulls herself back up to her feet, though Oliver is there to meet her with a European uppercut! He follows it up with a second and then a third---both of the blows knocking Stasi back into the ropes. Before she can force the referee to make Oliver back off, Oliver pulls her out toward the middle of the ring and immediately hoists Stasi high into the air. He lets her hang there for a moment before slamming her down to the mat with a vertical suplex!

Oliver grabs Stasi and drags her back up to her feet. He shoves her back against the nearest turnbuckle and then immediately comes charging in with a running clothesline! He shoves Stasi back against the turnbuckle again and delivers a series of short-arm clotheslines in the corner, stopping only when Stasi falls down to the mat. The fans cheer loudly. Oliver grabs Stasi and once again drags her back up to her feet.

Nelson: You have to think that Black might be just a little annoyed about the way that things played out at the last Chaos during the contract signing.

Rose: This also means that Stasi managed to get under his skin and THAT is not good for him. Not even a little bit.

Oliver drags Stasi back up to her feet and hoists her onto his shoulders. He steps toward the middle of the ring and then drops her down to the mat with a Samoan drop! Oliver hooks Stasi's leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Crumb: It doesn't matter who you are! There isn't much that you can do when you get hit like that!

Oliver once again grabs Stasi to drag her back up to her feet. This time, he pulls her in and nails her with a series of hard knee strikes. Blow after blow connects, with Oliver only stopping when Stasi seems unable to hold herself up on her own. Smirking, Oliver powers Stasi into the air, throwing her down to the mat with a butterfly suplex! Oliver turns around and once again goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...Stasi kicks out again!

Nelson: Kicking out of suplexes like that takes a lot out of you!

Stasi Herveaux tries to pull herself back up to her feet, crawling over toward the nearest turnbuckle in an effort to make it happen quicker. Oliver tries to cut her off as soon as she reaches her feet, but Stasi wisely gets out of the way and causes Oliver to crash into the turnbuckle instead! He stumbles around and Stasi uses the opening to her advantage, delivering a sunset flip in the corner that allows her to pick up the cover.

One...

Two...

THR...Oliver powers out and tries to make it up to his feet!

Stasi senses the opening and hits Oliver in the face with a side kick! She grabs Oliver's right arm and immediately pulls it on while locking in an armbar! Oliver's eyes go wide in pain. Stasi literally tries to rip Oliver's right arm out of its socket. Oliver's overall strength allows him to position his body in a way that lets him grab the ropes. Though Stasi has clearly managed to do some damage, Oliver nonetheless starts to drag himself back up to his feet.

Crumb: That's one way to cripple Oliver's strength advantage.

Nelson: I am not sure that Oliver Black is going to tap out, but he will absolutely begin to lose strength if she can keep that up.

Rose: I don’t know what match you’re watching, Patrick, but if she keeps that out Oliver will definitely tap!

Once Oliver is standing, Stasi closes the gap and begins to hit him in the chest with a series of chops.

Crowd: WOO! WOOOO! WOOO!

Oliver tries to shove Stasi away. She stumbles a few steps and Oliver thinks that he sees an opening. Oliver charges at Stasi, only to have her catch him with a drop toehold! Oliver's face bounces off of the mat as Stasi tries to lock Oliver into the Rebel Yell (scorpion crosslock) almost immediately!

Oliver tries to power his way up to his feet while Stasi locks in the hold---nonetheless slamming Stasi down to the mat and getting her to release the hold! Stasi groggily tries to drag herself back up to her feet, only to have Oliver hit her with an elbow shot that knocks her groggy! He pulls Stasi in and tries to get her in position for a powerbomb! Oliver runs toward the corner with Stasi in position. Stasi manages to reverse the attempt and instead sends Oliver into the turnbuckle with a hurricanrana! Oliver's face bounces off. He stumbles up to his feet, absolutely no idea where he is at. Smirking, Stasi uses the opening to hit Oliver with Migraine (heel kick to back of opponent’s head)!

Nelson: This could be it!

Rose: She really might do it...

Stasi can't hide the smile on her face as she hooks the leg and covers.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Wow!

Stasi glares at the referee, demanding that he count faster. She hooks the leg once again.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: No one ever said that Oliver isn't a tough guy…

Rose: Pfffttttt...

Oliver tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Stasi Herveaux glares at him angrily. She rushes and hits him with a knee strike, and then a second. The impact keeps Oliver staggering, though he nonetheless tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Stasi bounces off of the ropes and charges at Oliver. Unfortunately for Stasi, Oliver steps forward and lifts her into the air, slamming her down to the mat with a HUGE spinebuster! Oliver grabs Stasi and drags her up to her feet once again just to drop her with a spinning back kick! Stasi hits the mat with a THUD, but wisely rolls out of the ring and creates just enough space between herself and Oliver that he is unable to stop her from reaching the floor.

Nelson: That might have been it if Black covered her, but he could not reach her in time.

Rose: He can't beat her when she's out there!

Crumb: But he doesn’t have to beat her. He’s the champ remember?

Oliver glares at Stasi on the floor as the fans boo her loudly. Oliver sighs and steps out to the floor, trying to give himself a moment to recover. He lines himself up with Stasi and throws her hard into the guardrail! Stasi bounces off of it and slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Oliver grabs Stasi and pulls her in and connecting with a short-arm clothesline that causes her to collapse to the floor! Smirking, Oliver gets ready to pull Stasi back up to her feet when suddenly a fan in the front row throws his drink in Oliver's face! Oliver's briefly blinded by the fact as he takes a step back. Stasi uses the opening to trip Oliver up, causing him to hit the floor!

Nelson: Oliver Black was hitting Stasi Herveaux hard, but a fan seemed like he did not agree with that!

Crumb: Compared to what Oliver dealt with last week, I think he'd take a drink over a right hand!

Rose: It still threw him off, though...just like last week!

Stasi grabs Oliver and brings him back up to his feet. She quickly throws Oliver hard into the ring post as the Heavyweight Champion stumbles around from the impact. Stasi slides into the ring and takes a moment to recover. Oliver tries to shake off the impact and wipe the drink out of his eyes before following Stasi into the ring. He charges at the kneeling Stasi and tries to hit her with We are the witches (shining wizard)! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt. Oliver tries to stop his momentum, but Stasi grabs him from behind. She hits him with her Dirty Little Thing (inverted facelock double knee backbreaker)! She then covers.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: WHAT CAN STASI HERVEAUX BE THINKING AS SHE WAS A MILLISECOND AWAY FROM DEFEATING OLIVER BLACK AND BECOMING THE ICONIC PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION?!?!

Nelson: Black is frustrated and it is seemed to have gotten him sloppy!

Rose: And Stasi smartly took advantage of it!

Stasi hits Oliver with a series of quick knee strikes before grabbing hold of his right arm. She once again tries to wrestle him into position for an armbar. Oliver stands up and shoves Stasi away. Stasi stumbles away from Oliver, but quickly recovers! Oliver charges and Stasi tries to catch him by surprise with a superkick! Oliver catches her foot in the air and shoves Stasi to the mat! Oliver grabs Stasi and hits three amigo suplexes! Oliver hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I think Oliver Black might have thought he had Herveaux there!

Crumb: Oliver looks frustrated...can't deny that…

Rose: Come on, Stasi!

Oliver pulls himself back up to his feet and waits patiently for Stasi to do the same. Once she's standing, Stasi charges and tries to hit Oliver with the Gag Order (chokehold STO)! Oliver catches Stasi by surprise with a jawbreaker! Stasi barely remains on her feet. She stumbles around and tries to recover, but can't before Oliver hits her with Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The Champ hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Nelson: Oliver Black actually did it!

Torres: The winner of this match...and STILL the Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion…”The Nightmare” Oliver Black!!!

Crumb: Oliver said that he'd win this match and he did it!

Rose: MOTHERFUCK!

The referee hands Oliver the Heavyweight Championship belt as he looks at it with pride on his face. Oliver holds the championship in the air for all to see, the fans booing him in the process. Oliver doesn't seem to care at all, however, as he continues to stare at the championship.

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