Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Mar 12, 2019 22:43:19 GMT -8
The show fades in and we can see Catriona MacKenzie, a member of the Iconic California Wrestling Alliance roster, walking along the backstage area with a confidant swagger in her step and a HUGE smile upon her face. The Scottish lass flicks a section of her warm brown hair behind her shoulder as she stops to grab a bottle of water and twists off the cap to take a sip. And in that brief period of time, Mickey “Mouse” Greer pops up out of nowhere and quickly approaches Catriona.
Mouse: Well, well, what do we have here now? A nice new morsel that’s come to play in the IPW playground?
Before Catriona can even finishing with the sip of water in her mouth, Greer shoves a microphone into her face. She instantaneously becomes angered which she makes known by slapping the microphone away, allowing her to finish the sip of water.
Catriona: Damn… like you cannae walk around shoving microphones in people’s faces you little twit. Because actions like that would and should get you such a slap that your ass would be firmly planted on the ground. You just so happen to have found me in a decent mood… so your life is spared.
Mouse: That still doesn’t answer my questions.
Catriona: Well… if you must know, my name is Catriona MacKenzie and I am here to check out the goings on of Iconic Pro Wrestling.
Mouse: Hmmm...why do you look so familiar?
Catriona: Well I am a part of the Iconic California Wrestling Alliance roster which is… well I guess it is considered the developmental. But you also may know me from my time with Millenium Wrestling which I had to leave due to an injury.
Mouse: ICWA, huh? So then whatcha doing there and not here?
Catriona glares at Mouse and gives him a “what the hell” look.
Catriona: Why I am there instead of an Icon here… is none of your business. My executive representative Joshua Samson, Esquire thought it would be within my best interests to ease myself back into wrestling. I wanted to be here, trust me and if I was on the IPW roster, these idiots would learn what the Highlander Era is all about.
Mouse: But we already have a Scot on our roster.
Catriona: What the hell kind of comment is that? I think that there aren’t enough Scots in the professional wrestling business. Besides, the one you have… what’s his name?
Mouse: Damon Xalvador…I think.
Catriona: Well he’s a piss poor example of what my country has to offer. He’s on what, his second, third loss? Pfft… what this company needs is someone like me. I’m too good for ICWA. I already have wrestling training but yet, they still insist that I attend training sessions. Like I’ve already paid thousands of dollars back in Scotland for training and I was signed to a major company. Besides, the training that they offer in ICWA is not worth the money. Like, why would I want to spend 6 hours of my Friday doing rudimentary stuff that I already know? And I think that’s why people hate on me so much. Well that combined with the factors of that I am hot as hell and that I have representation and the favor of Joshua Samson, Esquire, owner of ISM and IPW. Not even the ghetto trash Mischa Killings is on his radar. She’ll probably end up in the dump that is known as California Wrestling.
An audible sigh escapes from her lips.
Catriona: ICWA tries to use IPW’s saying of Be Iconic in their recruiting but let’s face it… they’re the furthest thing from being iconic and their Twitter is run by a complete idiot. I am too good for ICWA and the only reason why I am not their Heavyweight Champion despite dominating the Rising Icon Grand Prix and going into the finals ranked #1 was because some hood rat got pissed that I did a hood rat thing.
Shrugging her shoulders, Catriona pursed her lips slightly.
Catriona: IPW is going to be my home some day. I have the favor of the owner and his support and guidance will get me here and I will become the Heavyweight Champion, Television Champion… whatever and whoever they put in front of me will be knocked on their ass and showed what the Highlander Era is all about. Highlanders are fighters, something that I know fully all about and that sad sack of sh*t Damon knows nothing about.
Mouse: Oh now I know who you are! You and Joshua Samson have been spending quite a bit of time together since he and his wife have split. There’s a lot of rumors swirling around about...
Catriona holds her hands
Catriona: Rumors mean nothing because they're either started by people who know nothing or people who are jealous beyond compare. Joshua and I are friends… bottom line. He’s my drinking buddy and he knows that he can confide in me with anything that his mind desires. He’s going through a rough time right now and he needs friends that he knows that he can trust and that are loyal to him that he can lean on when he needs it. He’s done a lot to guide me to where I am career wise and he was there for me when i needed him. That’s why I am loyal to Joshua and why I consider him to be my best friend here. Like he says… LOYALTY is key… and that’s someone those twats in ICWA know nothing about.
Just then Catriona’s phone vibrates and she raises it up to take a look. A genuine smile comes across her face and she ignores Greer as she types away. Once she lowers it again, she sees that the interviewer is still standing there with the microphone stretched out.
Catriona: Oh you’re still here? Well… this interview is over because I have things that I need to get to and a certain person that I need to see. Toodles!
Catriona quickly turns and heads off in the opposite direction away from Greer as the scene fades out.
Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!
“Saints of Los Angeles” by Mötley Crüe 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 “MINX WAS ROBBED”, “#LILBUMBLEBREE”, and “I LOVE DRAKE JONES!”
Nelson: We sure do have an action packed show for you this evening and it all starts off with what was supposed to be a Triple Threat match.
Rose: Supposed to be? What’s going on?
Nelson: I have been informed that Cody Belmont has been released from his Iconic Professional Wrestling contract earlier today so this match is now an one-on-one affair. So we are going to be seeing Damon Xalvador go up against the debuting “Mortal Reminder” Alexis Amira Kirkland.
Crumb: And with Damon suffering a disappointing loss at the hands of Dominic Nunnely last Chaos, he’s going to be looking to change all of that and squash the debuting Alexis.
Rose: Isn’t Mortal Reminder some video game thing? Like what in the heck is a Mortal Reminder?! Why can’t these people come up with half decent nicknames?
Nelson: Speaking of Dominic Nunnely, he will be facing off against the very lethal Legion who has been on quite the roll as of late. I’m highly anticipating this match to be one for the ages.
Crumb: But Dominic did have quite the impressive debut against Damon Xalvador, so I can only anticipate that he’s going to be equally as impressive this week.
Rose: Legion isn’t going to be as easy as he was though. I honestly don’t believe that Dominic stands a chance against her.
Nelson: With the ‘retirement’ of Xstatic announced earlier this week, Willow Rainn is now left on her own and she is going up against Bliss who is looking to get herself another victory after defeating Drake Austin last Chaos.
Crumb: She might hope that’s what will happen, but Willow Rainn is quite the lethal woman in the ring. Both Lady Icons are going into this match with a lot to prove
Rose: I don’t know if Willow is going to be able to hack it on her own. She’s always relied on others to help her to her victories. That’s the only thing that’s going to be interesting… can she do this on her own?
Nelson: After that we are going to be seeing the boss’ bodyguard, Johanna Krieger, go up against Drake Jones.
Crumb: Johanna has been quite vocal about her feelings towards certain Icons on our roster and it seems to have struck a nerve with Stasi Herveaux, who will be making her return after a suspension and attack from Johanna.
Rose: Johanna is about as annoying as ASStrid was… same with Stasi. Someone has to knock her down a few pegs. This is only her third show and she’s walking around here like she runs the joint.
Nelson: Speaking of Hereaux, she is making her return against the Lady Icon who she was teamed up with in her wrestling and Iconic Professional Wrestling debut back in August.
Crumb: She seems to be pretty damn determined to save the company as she called it. It’s like she’s become a whole different person in the past month!
Rose: This isn’t the first change of attitude in her lately. She’s trying to overcompensate for something and can’t come to terms with the fact that she’s not wanted. ASStrid tossed her out on her ass just like Joshua Samson tossed ASStrid out on her ass!
Nelson: The “New Age Prince” Seth Owens will be taking on Brianna Rissi in what has been a pretty talked about match… especially since their Twitter confrontation.
Crumb: Both participants seem to be passionate in the fact that they want to win. And after the loss last week because of her boyfriend, Brianna is looking to prove just how much of a fluke it was.
Rose: Well Brianna is arguably one of the best Lady Icons that we have in this company. So she’s going to be putting on a clinic here tonight, I know that’s for sure.
Nelson: Another two Icons that have been having quite the back and forth on social media is “The Slasher” Eddy Poe and our now former two time Television Champion, Minx.
Crumb: And Eddy isn’t happy that his rival Erik Holland is now the IPW Television Champion. So both of them are upset and looking to send a message.
Rose: Eddy Poe has no business being here because he isn’t on our roster. He’s not an ICON and he needs to just get out of here already!
Nelson: And “Wrestling’s Most Dangerous” Erik Holland will be putting his Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship on the line against the former Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, “The Artist” Aaron Kostan.
Crumb: Both of these guys are going to have to watch their backs because Johanna Krieger likes to think that Erik’s nickname belongs to her and I wouldn’t put it past her that she’s got something planned.
Rose: Aaron Kostan is a former Heavyweight champion for a reason and I don’t think that he’s going to make things easy for Erik even though Erik believes he’s walking out of the Iconic Arena still the IPW Television Champion.
Nelson: Our main event has been quite the talk of the town and it all stems from a backstage attack at the hand of “The Nightmare” Oliver Black.
Crumb: I actually find it comical that Corey Lazarus thought that he could threaten Joshua Samson with legal action because Lucien Viars “isn’t a wrestler”. I’m pretty sure all manager contracts have some sort of a stipulation where they can compete.
Rose: Corey Lazarus is just so full of himself that it’s getting annoying. He keeps the whole “rightful champion” thing going and yet, he hasn’t done jack all to prove that he’s deserving.
Nelson: We such a huge show in store, let us not waste anymore time talking about it and finally get to it! Joining us at the commentator’s table for this first match will be Iconic California Wrestling Alliance superstar, Catriona MacKenzie!
Crumb: Who?!
Rose: Hey is that Jazmin Davis over there?!
The camera pans across to show Jazmin Davis sat quietly in the back row near the entrance ramp, her attention more on the curtains than anything else.
Nelson: That is indeed the niece of Joshua Samson, Esquire, Rose Marie. I wonder why she is sitting in the audience and not watching the show from backstage?
Jazmin's full attention turns to the curtain as it opens up and Catriona MacKenzie steps out onto the entrance stage. Before Cat can react, Jazmin flies out of her seat and connects with a hard forearm shot to the chest that knocks her against the Iconic-Tron beam.
Crumb: WHAT CAN CATRIONA MACKENZIE BE THINKING AS JAZMIN DAVIS JUST ATTACKED HER?!?!
Rose: Probably, "assault charges will be charged ASAP with the Santa Monica Police Department!"
Nelson: MacKenzie had to have expected this, Rose Marie. The two have been in a very charged social media war the past week.
Cat shoves her away but Jazmin charges back with another forearm shot to the chest followed by a European uppercut that almost knocks her to the floor. She grabs the back of Cat’s head and spins around looking to throw her into the other beam but Cat blocks it with a knee lift to the midsection. Cat stands up quickly and drives another knee into Jazmin's jaw standing her straight up. She follows up with a hard headbutt to Jazmin’s face that causes a small amount of blood to trickle from her nose.
Rose: What in the hell?! We have a fight going on between two people that aren’t even employed here! Hell, one is a student and the other isn’t even a wrestler!
Cat grabs a handful of Jazmin’s hair and throws her hard into the beam, slamming her back against it. Without letting go, Cat spins and throws Jazmin through the curtains, causing Jazmin to slide across backstage floor. Amanda walks through the curtains.
Crumb: And now this fight has moved backstage!
Jazmin gets to her feet, charges Cat, and catches her with a hard right to the face. Several Compton Brothers Security suddenly appear and pull the two women apart.
Nelson: Thank goodness for the newly hired Compton Brothers Security who have come out to help put an end to this!
Cat tries to free herself from the grip of the security. She manages to get free and leaps over them with a flying elbow. Cat is pulled away again as Jazmin does her best to get free but more security and officials show up to detain the two screaming women.
Catriona: F*ck you, bitch!
Jazmin: This isn't over, hoe! This isn't over!
Rose: Well... that was unexpected!
Crumb: And I doubt that's the end of it!!!
Nelson: We will be back after this commercial messages.
Coming to Facebook Watch. March 31st 2019
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Voice: "Iconic."
The voice that is heard is new to the Iconic Pro Wrestling base. It's a tenor-esque tone, not too deep, but accented as if the person were from somewhere else entirely, likely some area in England. It is a male, and as the scene slowly comes into focus, we see the person to whom the voice belongs. He's seated in a steel chair, the tops of his knees visible within the frame, the fabric cut completely across his jeans at the kneecap. He has his fingers folded together, a baggy t-shirt on, and a smile that seems overly-excited for someone in this sport.
Voice: "Iconic."
He says it again, the word rolling about in his now more distinctly British -- but definitely not posh -- accent.
Voice: "The word means something that represents something of importance. In a way, we all think that we're all important, don't we? That's why we're here. Because we all want to be iconic in some way, shape or form. We want to be remembered for what we've done."
He reaches up and brushes his longer locks of hair, cut into a fringe across his forehead, away from his eyes. He doesn't seem like many of the employees of IPW, what with his smaller frame and his obviously unathletic appearance. Regardless, this doesn't seem to dissuade him.
Voice: "I want to be remembered, I want to be known for being someone of importance. And coming on Chaos, on the 26th, that's where it all begins. No. Tonight is where it all begins. Because tonight, you get to meet me. My name is Dimitri Watson, but you can call me Dickie. I know I'm not known, virtually a complete unknown, but I can promise you that you'll know me soon. People in DIVISION-- y'all know DIVISION, right?"
He pauses for a second, letting the name sit in the minds of those who are listening. The company, a popular upstart in the Upper East Coast, had folded in 2018. But not before its most prominent stars became iconic in their own right in other companies they went to.
Watson: "Yeah. People in DIVISION didn't think I was going to amount to anything, that I wasn't going to be anything to remember. But I appeared in two matches on that first night, and I walked out of the first show as the Inaugural World Champion. And that...that's my goal. Maybe not immediately, but I know I will be in the running for that Iconic Championship. I'm not the same type of person that you'd see in Erik Holland, your IPW Television Champion. I'm not the same person that you'd see in your leader, Oliver Black. And that, right there, is what's gonna separate me from everyone else. I'll earn my right to those championships, I'll earn my right to face them just like everyone else, and when I do? I'll do everything in my power to win them. But until then? It's my job to prove to you that The Molotov isn't just a fizzled out name. Nah, I'm gunning for the top, no matter what. And when I get there?"
He grins widely.
Watson: "My name will be remembered for days to come. See you next Chaos, y'all. I'm watching closely."
He waves, and then in contrast to how slowly the camera came to focus on IPW's newest Icon, it cuts to static.
Torres: The following DEBUT MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Mortal Reminder” by Pentakill guitar riff starts up as blue and silver lighting flash. When the lights hit the stage, Alexis is standing out on the stage. She goes toward the ring right away. No words to the fans as she makes her way into the ring. She sits on the top turnbuckle awaiting the opponent's arrival, jawing to the fans and ref as if she doesn't care who comes her way.
Nelson: Well this was supposed to have been a Triple Threat match, but we were informed at the beginning of the show that Cody Belmont was released from his contract earlier today!
Crumb: So instead it’s just going to be a one-on-one debut match for Alexis.
Rose: Beating one person is a lot easier than beating two at one time!
"Satan's Child" played through the sound system as Damon came out he walked down the ramp as he ignored the comments people are making about him. He walked up the stairs he went through the second rope as he walked to the left turnbuckle he leaned on it as he looked unimpressed.
Rose: Who is this now?
Crumb: It’s Damon Xalvador, Rose. He made his debut last Chaos.
Rose: Yeah, doesn’t ring a bell.
DING DING DING!!
Damon and Alexis step to the middle of the ring. Alexis looks for a leg kick and Damon eats it, barely staggering. Alexis snaps off a couple of more kicks before jumping into a spin kick. Damon absorbs the two lower kicks and then ducks the high one. Alexis goes flying over. Damon moves in behind for a roll-up.
One...
Two…
THRE...KICK OUT!!!
Both start up and Damon grabs a waistlock from behind. He runs Alexis into the ropes and takes her back into an O’Connor roll.
One…
Two…
THR...KICKS OUT!!!
She stumbles into the ropes and Damon goes for another roll up. Alexis holds onto the ropes and Damon rolls away. As Damon gets to his feet, Alexis springboards back into a crossbody block. Damon rolls through into a half nelson cradle.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKS OUT!!!
Alexis pops up and tries for another kick. Damon catches it and transitions into F*ck Your Life (Elevated double chickenwing facebuster). Alexis grabs the ropes. The referee calls for the break. Damon gives it, backing away as Alexis slowly turns around.
Nelson: Kirkland has made this match about dodging bullets, hasn’t she?
Crumb: So has Damon. They’re both playing dodgeball tonight!
Rose: Which one is gonna miss first?
Nelson: Better question, which one will hit first?
Alexis walks over and tries to go for a lock-up. Damon easily brushes her off and tries to take an arm. Alexis jumps up into an enziguri that connects and sends Damon stumbling forward towards the ropes. Alexis runs over for a bulldog but Damon manages to duck. He shoves her off. Alexis rebounds of the ropes and tries for a roundhouse kick. Damon catches the foot but Alexis manages to turn into a mule kick before Damon can take her down into a hold. Damon falls back into the ropes and bounces back into what amounts to a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
THRE...KICK OUT!!!
They get up and Damon pulls Alexis down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
THRE...KICK OUT!!!
As they start to their feet, Alexis catches Damon for a double leg takedown. Alexis quickly takes the mount position and hooks Damon in her Infinity Edge (Fujiwara armbar)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN DAMON XALVADOR BE THINKING AS ALEXIS KIRKLAND HAS HIM LOCKED IN HER INFINITY EDGE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “guess it’s back to the unemployment line for me!”
Damon grimaces in pain, desperate to get the ropes. Alexis squeezes harder. Damon eventually taps out.
Nelson: Kirkland got him!
Torres:The winner of this match... Alexis Amara Kirkland!!!
The scene fades in from commercial into the office of IPW General Manager Tapioca Joe. He looks up just as the door opens.
Tap: Well, this is a surprise…
The camera pans over to reveal the Iconic Twisted Queen herself… Astrid Sedin. The blonde seems radiant as she walks over and sits down in front of his desk.
Astrid: Well you and I did have a meeting. Or did it slip your mind since I am no longer technically an Icon?
Tap drops the ink pen and removes his reading glasses.
Tap: I thought the meeting would take place at the ISM office but I suppose this will do. What can I do for you, Mrs. Samson?
Astrid: I need… well no… I want you to rescind my resignation. I am in a better place physically and mentally.
A slight happy smile forms on the grizzled veterans face.
Tap: Well that is quite a surprise especially after you were so adamant about leaving us.
Astrid: You know how bad of a place I was mentally. Hell, you took away my IPW Television Championship shot because of it… a shot I paid to keep. So if anything… you owe it to me.
Tap: That shot wasn’t taken from you, Mrs. Samson. It was just pushed back until further notice. Also you may feel you’re mentally able to give it a go again, the company still haven’t received any medical reports from the few sessions you’ve had with the doctor.
Astrid: Ah, you see I had a feeling you’d say something like that. So I went and got copies just in case. Here you go sir…
Astrid pulled a bright pink folder from the bag she brought in with her and slid it across the desk towards him.
Astrid: Of course I had to put it in a folder of my signature color. Adds a little something something don’t you think?
Astrid smiled from ear to ear as she leaned back in the chair. Tap leans forward, places his glasses back on, opens the folder, and begins examining the paperwork inside.
Tap: Interesting.
He quickly flips through some more of the paperwork before closing the folder and removing his glasses once again.
Tap: As official as they look until I receive these from Dr. Chamblee’s office they can’t be deemed as official.
Astrid: They came from their office! Why would I like about something like this Pudding?
Tap: It’s nothing personal, Mrs. Samson. I’m not trying to insult your integrity but there is such a thing as chain of custody. You hand walking your medical reports into me just doesn’t cut it.
Astrid: How is it my fault that your doctor is an incompetent fool who can’t do his job?
Astrid rolls her eyes as a very audible groan escapes her lips.
Astrid: Look, the paper is signed. They wouldn’t give me the originals even though it’s MY medical record.
Tap: I’m sorry, Mrs. Samson, but these just won’t do. I’ll call Dr. Chamblee’s office first thing in the morning to see what the hold up is. But even with an all medical clearance, there is an issue that you resignation has been completed days ago.
Astrid: Then give me a new contract. You have the power to do that.
Tap: I do indeed and will willingly do that. There’s a small wrinkle though…
Astrid rolls her eyes again and sits up.
Astrid: How many more hoops do I need to f*cking jump through?
Tap: Joshua gets the final sayings on contract approval. It’s none of my business, but with that way things have been between the two of you, well, I can’t be totally certain he’s going to allow you to return.
Astrid: Just give me the contract and we will deal with him later. To be quite frank, this company will dissolve without me. I’m one of, if not the, most talked about Icon that this company has. Hell, you keep booking people who don’t even have contracts, well one now since it appears as though the man you gave my shot to has since signed a contract. GIVE. ME. A. CONTRACT.
Tap holds up his hand.
Tap: There is no need to shout, Mrs. Samson. Like I said I have no problem resigning you. Come by the offices tomorrow and we can sort it out. But keep in mind, again, nothing is official until Joshua signs off on it.
Astrid: I know you have contracts on hand tonight. Give me one… I’ll sign it right now.
Her eyes grew wide as she leans forward on the desk.
Astrid: I am serious Joseph. Give me a damn contract… please.
Tap: Calm yourself, Astrid. It doesn’t work that way. You’ll have to come into the office.
Astrid: I’m not leaving here without one. So at least give it to me and I’ll bring it in FIRST THING tomorrow morning.
With a sad expression upon his face, Tap sits back in his chair.
Tap: Even if I had contracts on hand tonight, I couldn’t...I wouldn’t give you one. Look at yourself, Astrid. This outburst isn’t from someone that is fit. Go home and we’ll talk about this tomorrow at the office.
Astrid: I’m mad… not crazy. And I’m mad because I know you have contracts on hand. Joshua has said you always have 2 copies in case one of the dark match losers impresses you. I’m mentally sound and I’ve jumped through every damn hoop you’ve put in front of me. I’m not a tiger at the circus… I’m a damn ringleader.
Astrid sighs as she leans back in the chair and composes herself, taking a deep breath as she smooths out her tresses.
Astrid: I’ve seen your doctor. I paid your fine. So the least you could do is give me a blank contract. I want a contract. I want to return. And I want my shot at the IPW Television Championship.
Tap: If you’re mentally sound and feel you’ve jumped through every damn hoop then you don’t have a problem coming into the office tomorrow to sign your new contract. If you’re the ringleader you feel you are, you’ll do everything required of you to proven that fact, Astrid. It’s just that simple.
Astrid groans as she stands up, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Astrid: Fine… but it better be ready when I get there and you better have a Starbucks caramel iced coffee waiting. Is 8:05 am OK with you?
He chuckles.
Tap: The company doesn’t revolve around you so you may have to wait a moment or two for the contract to be finalized that early in the morning. Also you may want to pick up your own coffee because fetching refreshments for talent isn’t in my job description as the general manager.
Astrid: But it’s in your assistant's job description for those you have appointments with to get the refreshment. If not, then Linda’s getting worked into the ground. But whatever… they’d probably mess it up anyway. And you still didn’t answer my question of time.
Tap: If you want to get there that early, it’s fine. You’ll probably be waiting for the contracts to be finalized as I said though.
Astrid: And I’ll wait in your office… with my coffee… and looking straight into your eyes until it’s delivered. I even have one of those fancy pens waiting.
Tap: Then I shall see you in the morning.
Astrid: I’ll be there… bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Astrid heads for the door and turns just before exiting.
Astrid: Is that all oh great and powerful one?
Tap: I have nothing else.
Astrid: Can I pick you up anything from Starbucks? I could always use some more stars on my account so I can get a free drink.
Tap: Thank you but no. The wife has me on a lemon water cleanse at the moment.
Astrid: What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, that stuff is for millennial hipster idiots… you don’t need that. I’ll bring you one anyway. See you tomorrow morning.
Astrid steps through the door and closes it behind her. Tap shakes his head before putting his glasses back on to dig back into the paperwork he was doing before he was interrupted.
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Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
The soft strums of an acoustic guitar crack the silence within the air. Strum by strum, the volume slowly rises and captivates the audience. ALONE, PART 3 is recognized upon the PA, as the late XXXTentacion’s voice calmly sings over the guitar. Out from behind the curtains appears Dominic Nunnely. His gaze stays straight ahead of him, never breaking eye contact away from the ring. Tattoos scattered across his face, showing the scars the young man has suffered throughout his life. Not a word is uttered to anyone, he simply keeps to himself as he makes his way down to the ring. Sliding into the ring, he peacefully waits in a corner for the bell to be rung.
Crumb: Dominic Nunnely is one of the most heartwarming stories in professional wrestling today!
Nelson: I have to agree with you, Crumb.
Rose: Ohmigosh! Cry me a freakin’ river, you two!
The voice of a young child begins to ring out through the arena as it goes dark.
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 for the match to begin.
Nelson: This Lady Icon has been on a tear recently!
Rose: And I don’t expect that to end tonight against Deaf Dominic.
Crumb: Uh...Dominic’s mute not deaf.
Rose: Whatever...
The referee calls for the bell once both Icons are ready for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!!
Legion cautiously makes her way toward the center of the ring. Dominic Nunnely watches her carefully for a moment. Seemingly a little annoyed, Legion steps forward and hits Dominic in the mouth with a forearm smash! She follows it up with a second and then a third, the impact of the blows causing Dominic to stagger back. When Dominic reaches the ropes, Legion shoots him across the ring. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Dominic on the rebound, sending him face-first to the mat with a drop toe hold! Dominic's face bounces off of the mat as Legion pops back up to her feet.
Nelson: Straight out of the gate and Legion is taking the fight to the young Dominic. But then again, are we at all surprised by her vicious streak.
Crumb: Not in the slightest. Legion has been very impressive since she’s come to IPW. And every win she has accumulated she has fully deserved. I have a feeling that nothing is going to be changing here tonight.
Rose: Sometimes your positivity is absolutely sickening. But… I do agree with the fact that Legion has earned every win that she’s gotten thus far. I don’t think Dominic is going to make things easy for her.
Legion shakes her head as she turns to yell at the booing crowd. Dominic grabs her from behind to roll her up.
One...
Two...
TH...Legion just barely kicks out in time!
Legion pulls herself back up to her feet, looking a mix of irate and shocked. She steps toward Dominic in an effort to refocus on the match at hand. Dominic leaps into the air and kicks her in the back of the head with a clumsy enziguri! Legion falls forward and hits the mat once again. Dominic hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...Legion kicks out again!
Nelson: Dominic has caught Legion off guard and the tides have turned in his favor.
Crumb: The kid might be just that… but he has proven each time he’s stepped into the ring that he’s sly and resourceful.
Rose: But his opponent this week is different than his last. Legion is a tough one and he’s going to have to give it his all if he wants to walk out as the winner.
Sure enough, as Legion rolls out of the way to create a bit of space between herself and Dominic so that she can reach her feet, Dominic steps out onto the apron. He waits for Legion to pull herself back up to her feet, holding onto the ropes the entire time. Once she is standing, Dominic springboards into the ring and tries to send Legion crashing to the mat with a crossbody block!
Legion just barely steps out of the way in time! Dominic hits the mat instead before slowly staggering back up to his feet. Legion runs over and nails him in the side of the head with a hard knee shot. Dominic stumbles around from the impact but manages to remain on his feet. Legion grabs Dominic and sends him right back down to the mat moments later with a Russian leg sweep! Legion hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE---Dominic kicks out in time!
Nelson: That was a very close call there for Nunnely. Legion is making him pay for the two pinfall attempts.
Crumb: These two have a lot more to each other if they want to get that three count. Sure, they’ve both gotten close… but it hasn’t been close enough.
Rose: This match is started to get to be as boring as a tennis match, back and forth, back and forth… total yawn fest.
Dominic tries to quickly drag himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Legion seems to have expected as much. She hits Dominic with a European uppercut that straightens him up and causes him to stumble back. Dominic hits the ropes and staggers forward. Legion tries to catch him by surprise with a roundhouse kick! Dominic just barely ducks underneath the kick! He waits for Legion to turn around before nailing her in the mouth with a forearm smash that knocks her into the ropes. Legion staggers forward. Dominic grabs her and lifts her into the air for a backbreaker! Dominic hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
THR...Legion just barely kicks out!
Nelson: Again with the swiftness there for Nunnely as he is able to duck that kick that surely would have put him down for the three count.
Crumb: And that forearm smash that he delivered to Legion rocked her. I think the referee’s hand was millimeters off the mat when Legion was able to kick out.
Rose: Luck! Both of them have been lucky in this last exchange. But for one of them, their luck is going to run out.
Dominic grabs Legion and brings her back up to her feet. He immediately tries to get her into position for a DDT. Legion spins out of his grasp. She turns and starts to hit Dominic in the ribs with a few hard kicks to wear him down. Dominic eventually stumbles back from the impact of the blows. Legion grabs Dominic and sends him stumbling back with a jawbreaker! He staggers from the impact, just barely managing to remain on his feet. Dominic grabs the ropes and waits for Legion to come to him---getting a foot in the air and kicking her in the mouth. Legion just barely manages to stay upright. Dominic grabs her and drives his knee into her ribs. He tries to get her into position for a sunset flip powerbomb, but Legion manages to block the attempt, instead pinning Dominic's shoulders to the mat!
One…
Two...
TH...Dominic kicks out!
Nelson: Another near fall for Legion!
Crumb: It was close! I really think that she should protest that because from our angle that looked like a three count.
Rose: Well obviously it wasn’t Crumb. Otherwise we’d be hearing her theme music play right about now.
Both Icons pop back up to their feet. Legion grabs Dominic and tries to hit him with Ronin’s Revenge (Black Asian Mist followed by a Claymore Kick)! Dominic instinctively ducks under the mist!
Nelson: What in the...
Crumb: Dominic...
Rose: He just ducked the mist!
Dominic crawls in between the legs of the shocked Legion. He then runs and connects with Oblivion (Zig Zag)! The fans cheer as Dominic hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Dominic Nunnely!!!
Nelson: And we have a winner! After a very back and forth match, Dominic Nunnely has gotten yet another win over someone he was the underdog against!
Crumb: I really did think that Legion had this one in the bag but Dominic was able to duck that mist. Had he not… the results would be different right now.
Rose: I’m actually quite surprised that Dominic was able to catch Legion off guard. But wow...
"Unk, I want Catriona MacKenzie…NOW!"
The office door slams loudly behind Jazmin Davis as she stepped into the office of her uncle Joshua Samson, Esquire. The owner of Iconic Pro Wrestling looks up from the laptop he's frantically typing on.
Jazmin: Did you hear me, Unk?! I want Catriona in the ring tonight here on Chaos!
Samson: Calm down, Jaz. I heard about the altercation between you and Cat earlier tonight and I'm very disappointed in you. You know that isn't how we handle things at all.
The niece crosses her arms over her chest in angered defiance.
Samson: There is a certain level of maturity that must be…
Jazmin: Save the maturity speech, Unk. This is about defendin' the honor of our family. This trick thinks she can literally spit in my best friend’s face and then get on Twitter and say anythin' and everythin' reckless.
Samson: (stifling a laugh) Twitter, Jazmin? It shouldn't matter what social media or platform Cat used, you have to be bigger than that. They were only words.
Jazmin: No way, Unk. I can't let that big mouth skank slide on this one. I should beat her down simply for the fact she’s sniffin’ around you because of the issues between you and Astrid.
Samson: That is…was… my business to deal with, Jaz. I admire your willingness to defend the family honor but I truly believe that your focus is misplaced. Just let it go…please?
Jazmin looks into the pleading eyes of her uncle and exhales audibly. She breaks the eye contact by looking down to the floor for a few seconds before returning to the face of Joshua.
Jazmin: I can't….
She turns to walk out the office but stops just short and looks back toward her executive representative.
Jazmin: If you don't make this happen, Unk, I swear I'm goin' to be at her every chance that comes up.
With that Jazmin leaves the office leaving a grim faced Samson in wonder.
Samson: What the hell?! Neither one of them is even contracted to IPW...
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
Intro riff of "ex's & oh's" cues as Purple strobe lights illuminate figure at the top of the ramp. Once the music picks up, Bliss tips her head back as the lights colour her face. She smiles wickedly before strutting down the ramp to a chorus of cheers. Once at the ring she She hops up on the apron, making a show of shaking her ass. She climbs in the ring, straddling the second rope seductively. Once in the ring she climbs the turnbuckle and holds her hands up in predetermined victory.
Nelson: Bliss won last week and she is looking to keep that streak alive here tonight. But she is going up against Willow Rainn who is been pretty damn ruthless in her Iconic Professional Wrestling tenure thus far.
Crumb: But now that Dark Karnevil is done and over with, Willow Rainn has been left all on her own. Will she be able to keep her ruthless streak alive or will it die out?
Rose: Bliss had quite the hellish debut and she made it through. So I don’t think she will have any problems here with Willow.
"Frankenstain" plays as Willow walks out to a roar of boos as she didn't let that bother her as she was in a trance her body swaying around as she walks down the ramp as she gets into the ring she sits on the bottom turnbuckle as she looks up at the ceiling muttering things to herself as her theme dies down.
The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
Willow and Bliss begin to circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, both grapple up in the center of the ring. There is a brief struggle for the advantage until Bliss manages to get Willow into a side headlock. She briefly applies pressure in an effort to wear Willow down. Willow quickly fights her way out of Bliss' grasp with a few elbow shots. Willow turns around and catches Bliss in the mouth with a hard forearm smash. Bliss stumbles back from the impact, but quickly recovers and tries to step toward Willow once again. Willow leaps into the air and immediately sends Bliss crashing to the mat with a spinning wheel kick! Willow hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...Bliss is able to kick out!
Nelson: It is no surprise to me that Rainn has taken the fight to Bliss this early. She is looking to end it quick and prove to the world that she does not need allies to get anywhere.
Crumb: Bliss is going to have to do something and quick or this match is going to end just like her debut one.
Rose: Willow is putting on a clinic. I know that it’s in the early beginnings but I’m quite intrigued.
Bliss tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Willow runs over and nails her in the chest with a few chops.
Crowd: WOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Bliss tries to create a bit of space between herself and Willow. Rainn ignores her efforts and grabs Bliss. She tries to shoot her across the ring with an Irish whip attempt, but Bliss manages to reverse the attempt. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Willow on the rebound and lifts her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam! Willow catches Bliss in the air and surprises her with a headscissors takedown! Willow quickly hooks the leg and tries to go for the cover once again.
One...
Two....
TH...Bliss is able to kick out again!
Nelson: Bliss really needs to come up with something and soon or Rainn is going to continue to use her as a whipping girl.
Crumb: Bliss and Willow are so closely matched, I don’t think that Willow is going to be able to just dominate.
Rose: Bliss went down easy against Johanna and I think that it’s looking very much like it’s going to happen again here against Willow Rainn.
Bliss gets back up to her feet. Willow steps toward Bliss and hits her in the ribs with a hard kick. Bliss continues to try and create space between the two of them, but again, Willow is able to use her feet to great effect. She tries to deliver a second kick in quick succession, but Bliss has this one scouted! She blocks the attempt, steps forward, and nails Willow with an uppercut! Bliss follows it up with a second and before Willow can recover from the impact, steps forward, and BLASTS Willow in the mouth with an elbow shot! Willow staggers, giving Bliss the opening she needs to step forward and grab Willow---snapping off a quick suplex! Bliss covers.
One...
Two...
Th...Willow is able to kick out in time!
Nelson: You were saying, Rose Marie? Because it is looking to me that Bliss has been able to gain the upperhand.
Crumb: She scouted that second kick perfectly. She was ready.
Rose: But Bliss should’ve known that something like that wasn’t going to be enough to keep her down.
Willow tries to bring herself back up to her feet, but Bliss grabs her and uses her knees to wear Willow down even further. Bliss tries to pull her into a sleeperhold, but Willow wisely uses what energy she has left to throw herself toward the ropes. She grabs hold of them as the referee calls for the break. Bliss keeps the hold locked in as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Bliss releases the hold.
Nelson: Bliss was very close to getting herself disqualified there. I do not think she would want to lose in that fashion.
Crumb: It really didn’t look like she really cared. There was a certain glimmer in her eye.
Rose: She’s supposed to be the good guy. I don’t think she’d want a disqualification loss. She’s not Stasi Herveaux.
Bliss glares at the referee as Willow pulls herself back up to her feet. Once Willow is standing, Bliss runs and nails Willow in the mouth with another forearm smash. She then grabs Willow by the head and plants her on the mat with a bulldog! Bliss rolls Willow over and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...Willow kicks out!
Nelson: Bliss is taking it to Rainn just as much as Rainn was to her at the beginning of the match.
Crumb: Both Lady Icons are giving it everything they got because they both have a lot to prove.
Rose: One of them is going to have to come up with something clever to get the other one down for the three.
Bliss grabs Willow and drags her back up to her feet. She uses a few more quick strikes to try and wear Willow down further. Bliss then grabs Willow and sets her up for a powerbomb! She lifts Willow into the air, but Willow reverses the attempt and instead sends Bliss to the mat with a hurricanrana that she transitions directly into a pin attempt!
One...
Two...
THRE...Bliss kicks out!
Nelson: Smooth transition there from Willow Rainn.
Crumb: That was a beautiful hurricanrana from Willow.
Rose: Bliss was damn near the loser there. The ref’s hand wasn’t too far off the mat.
Both Lady Icons pop back up to their feet. Bliss tries to charge at Willow in hopes of gaining quick control of the match once. Willow responds by catching Bliss by surprise with a perfectly timed superkick! Bliss falls down to the mat as Willow Rainn glares down at her. After a few moments, Willow turns her attention over to the nearest turnbuckle.
Nelson: What is Rainn thinking here?
Crumb: I think she’s thinking about something high risk.
Rose: And I believe that’s what she has to do to win this. She’s got to risk something.
Willow begins her climb to the top. Bliss pops up just in time to counter the high risk attempt by throwing Willow from the top rope to the mat. Willow hits the mat with a crash! Once Willow struggles back to her feet, Bliss quickly uses the opening to deliver Judgement For the Wicked (corkscrew neckbreaker)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN WILLOW RAINN BE THINKING AS BLISS HITS HER WITH JUDGEMENT FOR THE WICKED?!?!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Bliss!!!
Nelson: A very well fought match there from both Lady Icons. Bliss deserves to walk out the winner.
Crumb: But Willow shouldn’t be going with a hung head. She was impressive as hell out there.
Rose: Only one could win. They both fought to their brinks.
~~
Chaos fades backstage to the Iconic Arena, specifically to the inside of the office of the Iconic Pro Wrestling Owner, Joshua Samson, Esquire. Suit jacket removed, cell phone to his ear, and legs up with his wingtip dress shoes resting on his desk.
Samson: I wish you could have stayed longer too but I fully understand you have a life in New York. Though I still don’t get your logic that the East Coast is better than the West Coast? Haven’t we learned anything from Biggie and Tupac?!
He laughs out loud. After leaving the meeting with Tapioca Joe, Astrid Sedin was walking down the hallway, head lowered as she makes her way towards the exit. Looking up, she hears the laughter of her estranged husband behind the closed door of his office. She pushes the door open to see him sitting at his desk and she makes her way inside. A slightly defeated look makes its way upon her face as stands there, holding her bag at her side as she waits for him to finish his call.
Joshua looks over and an almost disgusted expression comes across his face. He swings his feet down and sits upright.
Samson: Let me call you back shortly, Red. I just had an ex-employee walk into the office unannounced.
He smiles as he listens to the person on the other end of the line before removing the phone from the side of his face to end the call.
Astrid: Moved on from Not So Pretty Penny huh? What’s this one’s name?
Samson: What do you want, Astrid? As a matter of fact, why are you even here? Didn’t you quit?
Astrid: I had a meeting with Tap if you must know.
Sighing deeply, Astrid tucks a section of her hair behind her ear.
Astrid: But I thought I should tell you to your face I’ve found a small studio and will be vacating the Dana Point house soon. I just need to know when is good for you that I come to Brentwood to get the rest of my stuff and Hanna’s stuff. I’ll also be coordinating with Linda on when I can come clear out my office.
Samson: I don’t know when’s a good time right now. I’m extremely busy.
Astrid: Oh that’s a crock of sh*t and you and I both know it. I just want to get my things so I can be out of your hair and life. That is what you want, yet you’re preventing me from doing so because “you’re busy”.
Shaking her head, she pulls out a folder out of her bag and puts it on the desk.
Astrid: The Maserati is officially yours. You’ll find the paperwork is wiped of my name and is all in yours. Sell it… keep it… I don’t care.
He looks down at the folder than back up to her.
Samson: No one is preventing you from doing a damn thing, Astrid. You’re a big girl remember? An adult? You made the decision that put us in this situation now. If you want your stuff you don’t need to know my schedule. You don’t need me there to help you.
Anger sketched onto his brow, Joshua picks up the folder and holds it in the air.
Samson: And I didn’t ask for you to do any of that on the Maserati.
Astrid: I have apologized for that. I have apologized for thinking I could talk to a friend without them blabbing. I was hurting and I needed someone to talk to and didn’t want to burden Jaz. And then I thought that I could fight for you because I love you to the ends of the Earth. But you…
Anger starts to fill her body up as it as it battles with the sadness she already felt. Astrid fights back the tears because she didn’t want him to see her cry.
Astrid: I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care about you… save for maybe Hanna. And even after all that has come from the past few weeks, I still LOVE YOU! But you made it perfectly f*ckin’ clear that you no longer love me. Contrary to that bitch’s beliefs, I wasn’t playing with your mind. And tell her that I didn’t take advantage of you because we were both half cocked out of our minds. She’s basically made it seemed like I raped you.
As much as she tries, a stray tear manages to roll down her cheek.
Astrid: The fact that you didn’t say otherwise to her… kills me. But I guess I should be appreciative that you didn’t respond to her offer of “punishing the little blonde one”. As for the Maserati, I did my research and I know that since it was acquired during the marriage it was community property. I didn’t want to cause you any problems. I bought you the car because I love you and you wanted it. If I could’ve bought you the Rolls... I would’ve. But we didn’t have enough room in the garage with the three cars already. I’m sorry…
Samson: What are you going on about, woman? What bitch are you referring to?
Astrid: JOHANNA! Did you not see her shoot? There were things about our last night together in there and she basically made it seem like I sexually assaulted you. You need to fill her in on what really happened.
Samson: Oh...
Astrid: I… I can’t do this anymore.
Grabbing a handful of hair, Astrid rips out her extensions and tosses them in the trash.
Astrid: I made a mistake coming here. I just thought I would be courteous in asking when it was good to you so I didn’t get arrested for trespassing. I never expected anything to come out of that night but now I see that I was FOOLISH for even letting it happen. Sell the house… sell the car… and sell these!
She pulls her engagement and wedding rings off her finger and slams them down on the desk.
Astrid: I love you. Always will. You are the love of my life and it kills me that it has come to this. But you don’t want me in your life… so I will take my leave.
She turns to leave, pulling open the door she turns around.
Astrid: I guess this is goodbye.
He stares down at the rings upon his desk, his face softening, his eyes moistening. He doesn’t look up as he speaks.
Samson: Good....bye…
Astrid: If you want you can just have movers pack up my things and ship them back to PA. I can have a flatbed pick the S5 up.
Joshua continues to blankly stares at the rings as tears begin to stream from the well of his eyes.
Samson: Whatever you want.
Astrid: You know what I want, Joshua. But you have told me what I want isn’t what you want. So one last time… I love you. Remember that.
She looks at Joshua before leaving and shutting the door behind her.
Nelson: Last week, Micheal Graves was barred from the arena by the boss, Joshua Samson, Esquire. Somehow, he managed to sneak in later that night and failed at his attempt to get his hands on Samson.
Rose: Johanna Krieger wasn’t going to allow that terrorist Micheal to lay a finger on Mr. Samson!
Crumb: Indeed not! Johanna fended off “The Dark Warrior” with an impressive showing!
Nelson: Recent reports have suggested that Graves may have even suffered a neck injury during the scuffle putting his future with Iconic Professional Wrestling once again in question.
Rose: The man’s older than dirt and he refuses to play by the rules. I seriously doubt he had much of a future in IPW, injury or not.
Nelson: Well, whatever the case may be, we will find out next when Micheal Graves joins us via a pre-taped interview with yours truly!
Crumb: Hey...when’d you become an interviewer, Patrick?!
Chaos fades out from the live arena and fades back in to Micheal Graves and Patrick Nelson sitting across from one another in a relaxing, dimly lit studio. Graves adjust his neck brace with a slight grimace from the discomfort.
Nelson: Micheal, last week you were barred from the arena by Joshua Samson. Upon being informed of this by local authorities, things seemed to quickly get out of hand. When one of the officers touched you, you shoved him. Because of that, you were taken down with extreme force and charged with assaulting an officer. Do you have any regrets with how those events transpired?
Graves: I have nothing put respect for the men and women who put their lives on the line to enforce our laws and keep our streets safe. So yeah, I regret that I lost my cool and allowed for things to get out of hand. Fortunately the Santa Monica Police department agreed to drop all charges if I agreed to make an appearance at a fundraiser later this month to help them raise money for injured spouses.
Nelson: You must have had some fans in the precinct?
Graves: I did actually. That’s probably the only reason we were able to smooth this incident over.
Nelson: Now what about the neck? The reports that I am receiving state that you suffered the injury when Johanna Krieger dropped you on your head with a belly-to-belly suplex at that last Chaos..
Graves: My neck is something that has given me trouble through most of my career. In my early days, I used to work for a company that was known for putting out the most hardcore entertainment that the world had seen at the time. I’m talking box cutter matches and dives off of buildings. It was one of those dives that almost ended my career. Fortunately I recovered and was able to return to the ring, but neck issues are just something that I’ve had to deal with since.
Nelson: And that suplex from Johanna Krieger?
Graves: It did nothing to help matters.
Nelson: So do you have a timeline for a return to action?
Graves: I could get in that ring and go right now if the opportunity presented itself. I’ve said this before, but I’m more than happy to repeat it here. There is no injury that will take me out of this business. I’ve spent the last twenty years working in that ring with all sorts of nagging pain. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kill me to do it.
Nelson: Assuming that you are cleared for action, are you going to set your sights on Johanna Krieger or do you still have the singular goal of challenging for the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship in mind?
Graves: A shot at the title is and always has been my goal. I worked my way through the tournament and made it all the way to the finals before I was dealt my suspension for dumping Astrid Sedin on her head. I’d like to think that in a world where I was offered the same deal as Astrid was when she attacked me, I’d be sitting here now with the strap around my waist.
Nelson: For those who may not know, Astrid Sedin attacked you with a kendo stick upon your return to Iconic Professional Wrestling and was let off the hook with a simple fine.
Graves: While I was forced to pay a fine and serve out a three month suspension.
Nelson: Your feud with Joshua Samson seems to stem from you not agreeing with Samson’s idea of what your role in the company should be. Those issues have done nothing but intensify since your return to action at the beginning of February. What do you hope to achieve by picking a fight that you cannot possibly win?
Graves: I wanted to show Joshua that I had more to offer than what he thought. I wanted him to see that he had a bonafide star on his hands, not just a broken down old man who was milking his career for whatever money he could still draw.
Nelson: And how has that worked out for you so far?
Graves: I feel like Joshua see’s me in a different light now. I think he realizes that maybe he should have backed this horse and rode him all the way to the finish line.
Nelson: I do not know about that. If anything, I think that you have only managed to make yourself a target; someone for Samson to make an example of in case anyone else on the roster decides to step out of line.
Graves: No doubt about it, the man hates me right now. I can tell that he’s not entirely used to his employees bucking against him like I have, but in a way, I feel like he respects me a little bit for it. Of course, he’d never admit it.
Nelson: That might explain why he has not pulled the trigger and terminated you yet.
Graves: Exactly, but at the same time, my actions thus far have lead to the two of us standing on opposite sides of a line. Joshua brought me in because he was starting up a new company, and who wouldn’t want to have as many known names as they could on a budding roster? The problem was, as I stated before, he seemed to lose all interest in me as one of his guys after my suspension. I get it, I viciously attacked his wife after our match. I expected some sort of penalty for that, but to take away my shot at the IPW title, suspend me, and fine me for something so silly, that’s just unacceptable.
Nelson: Something so silly? You could have ended Sedin’s career, or worse, her life!
Graves: This isn’t gymnastics, despite what a lot of the younger guys would want you to believe. You come into this business knowing the risk. Knowing that at any moment, you could find yourself crippled or worse yet, dead. This is a combat sport after all, and we don’t have the same protections and regulations in place as something like boxing or even MMA do. Instead we go out to that ring knowing that we have the ability to maim and maul one another with all sorts of toys. It’s all part of the game, and if you can’t play it the way that it’s meant to be played, then you should get the hell out!
Nelson: Before we conclude, let us go back to my earlier question. When you are ready to return, are you gunning for Johanna Krieger or are you still setting your sights on the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship?
Graves: I’ll be in the building next week…
Nelson: And?
Graves: Whatever happens, happens.
The pre-taped interview fades out on a shot of Graves staring into the camera. The scene then switches back to ringside.
Rose: Wow! That wasn’t a bad interview, Patticake.
Nelson: Thank you, Rose Marie. Let us get into the next match!
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
Johanna Krieger slowly steps out from the back with no lights around her standing in the center of the stage as a white spotlight suddenly flickers on. She holds the insides of her jacket as she moves down towards the ring. Johanna runs up and slides across the ring apron on one knee holding the middle rope before sneering at the fans. She pulls herself up and slingshots herself through the ropes into the ring before spinning to the corner where she sits down.
Nelson: Johanna Krieger has been ruthless as ever since she arrived in Iconic Professional Wrestling two shows ago. It is like she is untouchable.
Crumb: Well I don’t think that’s quite the case. Sure she’s found the favor of our owner Joshua Samson, but she recently suffered a loss in her other company she works for so it shows that she can be taken down.
Rose: Johanna has made it a habit of picking on the weak or attacking people from behind. She will get what’s coming to her.
The opening line of "Bad Motherf*ck*r" 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.
Nelson: Drake Jones… I had high hopes for him but it seems that lately he has been coming up short.
Crumb: He’s just hit a run of bad luck.
Rose: Though I don’t think he’s going to be able to take down Johanna.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Both nod their heads as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
Drake Jones and Johanna Krieger begin to circle around the ring, the two Icons waiting for an opening to appear. Drake immediately charges forward and hits Johanna in the mouth with an elbow shot! He follows it up with a second as Johanna tries to regain her footing. Drake grabs Johanna and backs her up against the ropes. He pauses for a moment before shooting her across the ring. When Johanna comes back on the rebound, Drake lifts her into the air for a back body drop! Johanna stumbles over to the ropes and uses them to drag herself back up to her feet. Drake quickly closes the gap between the two of them and hits Johanna with a few chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Drake then grabs Johanna and launches her over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex! Johanna again crawls over to the nearest corner as Drake watches her with a smirk on his face.
Nelson: Well...I do not think this was the start that Johanna Krieger was expecting!
Crumb: Maybe not, but it WAS the start that Drake Jones needed!
Once Johanna is back up on her feet, Drake charges across the ring and tries to hit Johanna with a European uppercut in the corner! Johanna ducks out of the way at the last second and Drake hits the corner instead. He stumbles and tries to regain his balance, but can't before Johanna grabs and slams him to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! Johanna quickly hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...Drake kicks out!
Nelson: Jones had some guts taking the fight to Krieger and trying to take her down before she had a chance to mount an offence.
Crumb: But oh how quickly the tides were able turn as Johanna ducks that European uppercut from Drake.
Rose: And his face has to be hurting after that belly to back suplex. He hit the mat hard!
Drake pulls himself back up to his feet as Johanna quickly connects with a few right hands. The impact of the blows knock Drake back against the ropes. Johanna tries to shoot him across the ring, but Drake is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Johanna on the rebound, only to have Johanna catch him by surprise with a flying forearm smash! Johanna pulls herself back up to her feet. Once Drake is standing, Johanna leaps into the air and hits him with a perfectly timed dropkick!
Nelson: Krieger is putting on a clinic and she is further showing the fans here tonight why she is a force to be reckoned with.
Crumb: Johanna has stated that IPW is hers and she’s backing up her words. But I don’t think that this is going to last forever.
Rose: Someone or something is going to derail this trail and I think I have a feeling on who that might be.
Johanna shoves Drake back against the turnbuckle and delivers a few kicks to his ribs. Drake drops down and tries to recover. Perhaps sensing the fact that he has just created an opening for himself, Johanna charges forward to hit Drake with Skold ov Makt (running bicycle knee)! Drake ducks out of the way and Johanna's knee hit the turnbuckle instead! She drops to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Drake grabs her from behind and snaps off a codebreaker! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Jones scouted that knee from Krieger perfectly. Had she hit that… he would have been knocked clean out!
Crumb: And he almost got the victory. He would’ve gotten a huge upset win had he managed to get the three count.
Rose: No offense, but from where I sit, Drake doesn’t have what it takes to get the victory over someone like Johanna.
Drake drags Johanna up to her feet and hits her with a series of quick elbow shots! He then spins Johanna around and hoists her into the air for a bridging German suplex.
One…
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Nelson: I am starting to think that the loss in Union Battle has rocked Krieger. Her actions are not what we have seen from her in the past few weeks.
Crumb: But she also might be playing a game, baiting Drake into where she wants him.
Rose: Johanna better do something because Drake is manhandling her to the ends of the earth right now.
Drake grabs Johanna and calls for the fans to get louder. They happily oblige. Drake drags Johanna up to her feet and hits her in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Johanna drops down to a knee. Drake tries to wrestle Johanna into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Johanna spins out of Drake's grasp, leaps into the air, and hits Drake in the mouth with a knee strike! The impact sends Drake stumbling. Johanna kicks him in the ribs before planting Drake on the mat with a DDT! She hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nelson: A close call there for Drake Jones. But impressive that Johanna Krieger was able to turn things around quickly.
Crumb: It seems a common occurance tonight that people are making stupid mistakes.
Rose: Johanna drilled Drake in the mouth and boy… did that quickly turn the things around in this match.
Johanna stands near the ropes and waits for Drake to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he is up, Johanna springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Drake in the mouth with a kick! Drake ducks the attempt. Johanna's knee hits the mat. She tries to stagger back up to her feet. Drake charges at Johanna and catches her with a knee strike! The impact sends Johanna stumbling over to the nearest turnbuckle. She slumps against it as Drake picks up speed. He runs forward and tries to hit Johanna in the mouth with a bicycle kick in the corner. Johanna steps forward and trips Drake up. Drake's momentum carries him face-first into the turnbuckle padding!
Nelson: OOOH! That had to hurt.
Crumb: I’m cringing and I wasn’t the one who’s face hit the padding.
Rose: Johanna is showing her true form right now… ruthless.
Drake slumps against the turnbuckle for a moment as the German Ruger takes a moment to catch her breath. She then runs forward and hits Drake with Skold ov Makt! The impact sends Drake's head crashing into the turnbuckle padding. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet despite that, but ends up walking right into another Skold ov Makt for his efforts! Johanna hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Johanna Krieger!!!
Nelson: That is it folks… Johanna Krieger increases her win streak to three and remains undefeated!
Crumb: But people don’t and can’t stay undefeated forever. Someone is going to give her a reality check.
Rose: But the question remains… who will that be?
~~
The camera cuts from the commercials to the backstage area. A dejected looking Joshua Samson, Esquire is walking down the hallway. Workers speak to the boss, but Joshua ignores them as he is seemingly in his own world, clearly dealing with his encounter with his estranged wife, Astrid Sedin, earlier in the show.
Samson: Damn it…
Joshua exhales as he reaches the door to his office. He opens it and walks in to see his chair behind his desk whip around in a slow motion to reveal none other than Minx. She's wearing her ring gear and in her hand, she holds Joshua's mug of coffee. She takes a sip from it and spits it out, before rubbing her lips.
Minx: Now that's no way to drink your coffee, Mister Samson! Simply terrible.
She grins, knowing that their previous interaction he requested she would stop referring to him this way. He closes the door behind him before walking to stand near the Lady Icon
Samson: It’s herbal tea. Now get out of my chair! And it’s Joshua….how many times does I have to tell you that, Minxy?
Minx: That's no way to greet your lover.
Minx teases him as she hops out of his chair.
Minx: You're such a busy man, so I thought I would make myself comfortable.
Shaking his head, Joshua plops down into his chair.
Samson: (growling) Now it’s all warm….
Moving about the seat to find a comfortable spot, he menacingly stares at the young woman.
Samson: Lover? I must not have gotten that memo at the last staff meeting?!
Minx: Oh come on, do you even tune into your own show? Or lemme me guess, you’re too busy with your activities lately to notice.
Samson: You’re not drunk are you, Minxy? You better not be drunk and expect to go out there to wrestle tonight?
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms across her chest in annoyance.
Minx: That's what you're worried about. No, you're not worried about little ole me, a sweet girl stepping into the ring with a man who calls himself the Slasher?
The Owner Extraordinaire sits back in his chair, rocking slightly.
Samson: Are you scared, Minxy?
Minx: I didn't take you for a fool, Mister Samson.
Samson: On any other night I’d probably be with this verbal foreplay we normally do, but we’re only halfway through the show and I’ve had a rough one. Get to your point, Sage.
Her tongue clicks at the mention of her “government name.”
Minx: What are you? My mum? You should know exactly why I'm here. Everytime you go on with that bollocks. It's never, Hi Minxy! It's so nice to see you. But I guess I can just say you can probably notice that there is something different with me this week..
Samson: Well….your hair’s no longer pink.
She emits a growl from her throat, before slamming her hands on his desk.
Minx: Really not in the mood for your little games.
Samson: Get...to...the...point. Please.
Minx: You lot have me booked in a match against Eddy Poe, and then what? Then it's get to the back of the line, Minxy?
Samson: I think this is a convo better suited for Tap. I mean, he is the GENERAL MANAGER
Minx: Jesus, what are you good for?
Minx angrily makes a turn to make her exit out of his office. Exhaling, Joshua rolls his eyes.
Samson: I’m the owner not your personal therapist, Minxy. If you have a gripe with how you’re booked, take it up with Tap.
Minx: Yeah, I heard you the first time! And on second thought, I don't think any talks or maybe any bookings is even necessary! I'm going to go down there and wrestle Eddy, and then I'm going to go home. I'm going to snuggle up in my blankie and when you find something in your mind, a solution of sorts, you let me know. Until then I'll be relaxing.
Joshua half heartedly extends a thumbs up.
Samson: Whatever you say, Minxy.
The former two-time Television Champion slams the door behind her as she leaves.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember begins to blast throughout the PA system as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the raven haired lady, Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area by stepping through the black curtain. She is holding her hands behind her back as she slowly and powerfully walks to the top of the ramp with a smirk upon her face. Once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as a wide smile makes it way across her lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
At the halfway point, she starts skipping sideways, swinging and crossing her arms in front of her a few times, until she reaches the bottom where she stops and puts her hands back before her back as she smiles again. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up right away, Stasi puts her back to the ropes and smiles before removing her studded black leather ring jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring.
Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Nelson: Stasi Herveaux has been off Iconic Professional Wrestling for a month ever since her suspension for what she claims was “speaking the truth” to Joshua Samson, Esquire.
Crumb: And boy did that prove to be a mistake because not only did she get a suspension, but also a brutal attack from the then freshly debuted Johanna Krieger.
Rose: The Stasi that we first saw back in August and the Stasi that has been walking around here for the past few shows are two totally different people. I don’t think we’ve heard the last of the “truth” from Stasi.
”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.
Nelson: Jessie Roberts recently got married and has took some time off to enjoy her new marriage and wife. She is surely beaming with pride and happiness here tonight.
Crumb: But if she doesn’t watch herself, it won’t take long for Stasi to snuff that happiness out. She’s got to keep an eye on her opponent and focus on that and not her new marriage.
Rose: You guys seem to forget that Jessie Roberts is a former Television Champion whilst Stasi Herveaux has had two shots at the Heavyweight title… and failed.
DING DING DING!!
Jessie Roberts finally steps toward the middle of the ring as the two Lady Icons grapple up with one another. There is a brief struggle for the advantage---neither woman willing to give the other an inch. Jessie finally uses her size and strength to power Stasi back against the ropes. She holds her there for a moment before blasting Stasi in the mouth with an elbow shot! She follows it up with a second before shooting Stasi across the ring. Jessie steps toward the middle of the ring and lifts Stasi into the air for a big backbreaker! The Hawkeye Warrior stands up, dropping an elbow onto Stasi Herveaux before she can pull herself back up to her feet. Jessie remains on top of Stasi for the cover.
One…
Two...Stasi kicks out!
Jessie pulls herself back up to her feet and immediately leans against the ropes confidently, causing quite a few cheers from the fans.
Nelson: Jessie Roberts is not wasting any time in trying to put the vicious and outspoken Stasi Herveaux away.
Crumb: But even Jessie should’ve known that a backbreaker isn’t enough to put Stasi away. She’s going to have to do a lot more to keep that one down.
Rose: Jessie has a lot of drive tonight. But I agree… Stasi isn’t going to go down so easily.
Jessie grabs Stasi and drags her back up to her feet. Jessie hits Stasi in the mouth with an elbow shot to knock her groggy. She follows it up with a second that sends Stasi stumbling back. Stasi recovers and immediately charges forward, Jessie getting a foot in the air as she tries to kick Stasi in the mouth with a big boot! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and waits for Jessie to turn around to face her.
Stasi blasts Jessie in the mouth with a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second and then a third! Jessie stumbles back from the impact. She recovers and charges forward to try and hit Stasi with a clothesline! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and lines herself up with Jessie. She leaps into the air and hits Jessie with a Pele kick that sends her crashing to the mat! Jessie tries to pull herself back up to her feet, but Stasi rushes and blasts Jessie with a knee shot that sends the Hawkeye Warrior staggering. Smirking, Stasi grabs Jessie and sends her crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Stasi covers.
One…
Two...
TH...Jessie kicks out!
Nelson: Ooh! Herveaux almost had the match there. Roberts kicked out at the very last second!
Crumb: And Stasi is showing that she is determined to get back to the top becuase she ducked two shots form Jessie and then delivered a few of her own.
Rose: I guess maybe some things she learned from ASStrid have rubbed off on her. She’s sure sending a message now.
Stasi locks Jessie in a front facelock. She begins to apply pressure in an effort to wear Jessie down. Jessie tries to fight her way out of Stasi's grasp, though Stasi responds by driving her knee hard into Jessie's ribs. Jessie, using his strength to her advantage, drives Stasi back into the nearest turnbuckle and slams her against it! She follows it up a second time and then drags Stasi toward the middle of the ring. Jessie hoists Stasi into the air, slamming her down to the mat with a vertical suplex! Stasi slowly tries to pull herself back up to his feet. Jessie charges and hits her with a big clothesline! Stasi hits the mat hard. Jessie goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
Th...Stasi kicks out!
Nelson: Okay no offense to Robets, but these basic moves than pin attempts need to change. How many kickouts will it take for her to learn that?
Crumb: Stasi also is going to have to try harder because Jessie keeps getting the upper hand on her even though it hasn’t lasted very long.
Rose: You know how much I detest back and forth matches. I’m really thinking it’s time for me to take a pee break already. This match is quickly becoming dull!
Jessie grabs Stasi and slowly starts to drag her back up to her feet. Jessie hits Stasi in the mouth with a hard right hand! She follows it up with a second. Jessie then shakes his arm for a few seconds to loosen it up before swinging a big right haymaker at Stasi's jaw!
Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and leaps into the air, hitting Jessie with a dropkick! Jessie drops to a knee and pulls herself back up to her feet. Stasi bounces off of the ropes and charges Jessie, who launches Stasi in the air for a back body drop! Stasi lands on her feet behind Jessie. She pauses for a moment, waiting for the perfect moment to strike! As soon as Jessie turns around to face her, Stasi leaps and plants her on the mat with a tornado DDT! Jessie wisely crawls over to the nearest turnbuckle and leans against it in an effort to recover.
Nelson: Herveaux’s new mantra of you can kick me down but I will get right back up surely is coming into the light here tonight. Everything that Roberts hits her with… she has got an answer for.
Crumb: And Jessie was smart to crawl off into the corner. But that isn’t going to last long because you know damn well Stasi is on the hunt.
Rose: She knows that Jessie is growing tired and she’s waiting for that moment to strike the final blow.
Jessie continues to slump in the corner as Stasi stands in the middle of the ring. She glares at Jessie for a moment before charging forward and trying to crush Stasi against the turnbuckle with a running cannonball splash! Jessie just barely gets out of the way in time! Stasi is slow to pull herself back up to her feet. Jessie drags herself back up to her feet. Jessie then grabs Stasi and hits her with a kick to the back. She grabs Stasi and tries to drag her back up to her feet. Jessie locks Stasi into a full nelson and begins to apply pressure to him. Stasi tries to fight her way out of the hold, prompting Jessie to almost immediately lift Stasi into the air for a full nelson slam! Stasi frees herself before she can be slammed and lands on the mat!
Nelson: That was a nifty escape!
Stasi leaps into the air and immediately hits Jessie in the mouth with a jumping knee! Jessie drops to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet---only to get hit with Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head)! Stasi hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Stasi Herveaux!!!
Nelson: Are any of you surprised at what we are seeing right now? Because I know that I sure as hell am not. Stasi Herveaux has been sitting at home, poised and ready to come back and get back to what she was doing.
Crumb: Add in the fact that she has debuted a new finisher here… I don’t think that Stasi is going to be able to be stopped. I think it has something to do with the attack from Johanna.
Rose: Well she’s going to have to keep her eyes open.
Nelson: She did say that about Krieger, saying that because she wears all black that it will make it easy for her to hide in the shadows, poised and ready to strike at any minute.
Crumb: So if anyone has to keep an eye out… it may be Johanna.
Rose: Ugh… you two are sickening.
~~
The camera comes up backstage. “The Artist” Aaron Kostan comes into view sitting on a crate. He takes a bite out of something in his hand, though it isn’t clear what he has. He turns his head quickly to his right as he hears footsteps approaching and, in the midst of chewing, begins to speak.
Aaron: “Oh, hey! Do you want a Fudge Round?”
Plastic can be heard rustling as he reaches beside him, picks up another Fudge Round, and offers it out to the person off camera.
Aaron: “We know what happened last time you competed on an empty stomach.”
The view now widens to reveal that the footsteps belonged to none other than the former IPW Television Champion, Minx.
Minx: “You think you're cute?”
She growls as she slaps the fudge round out of his hand and it falls onto the floor.
Minx: “I’m a vegan, you twit! What are you doing here anyway? Thought you ran off and called it a career.”
Minx grins as she turns the conversation on his failures. She pops a carrot into her mouth and crunches into it.
Aaron: “Oh right, I must have forgotten about that. Honestly though…”
He jumps up and yanks the Fudge Round up off the floor.
Aaron: “These things are probably more chemicals than animal products.”
Aaron hops back up on the crate and smiles at Minx.
Aaron: “Now tell me, why are you so quick to write me off hmmm? Everyone needs a little rest now and again. In fact, some might say you need it now.”
Minx: “Yeah, people say a lot of things, Aaron. And I say to hell with them. I'll figure it out and I'll be just fine. I can feel it in my bones right now if I were to walk up to Erik and challenge him for that title, things would be different.”
Minx's eyes shoot to the Fudge Round in his hand and her nose scrunches up in disgust.
Minx: “And more chemicals? That's great, innit? I hope you don't plan on eating that.”
Aaron looks down at the cookie in his hand, trying to decide.
Aaron: “Well I was...but maybe you’re right. This would be my fourth one…so I’ll save it for later!”
Minx noticeably rolls her eyes.
Aaron: “I wouldn’t want to wrestle on an empty stomach, but I don’t want to be too full either. I can’t win the Television Championship if I am throwing up all over the place. Solid advice, Minx!”
Minx: “It's interesting that you choose to challenge for the title as soon as it was taken from my hands. After all, we all remember what happened last time we competed against each other.”
Minx then leans in closer, bridging the gap between the two. She shoots a sh*t eating grin.
Minx: “Now if I was unsuccessful, what makes you think it'll be any different for you?”
Aaron: “It’s simple, Minx...you beat me at an exceptionally low point in my career. I was completely unfocused on you at the time...there were more pressing matters at hand. You know all too well that an unfocused mind does not a champion make...you even admitted yourself that you lost your Television Championship because you were unfocused and unprepared.
He laughs and leans back against the wall, creating a bit of separation between the two.
Aaron: “I think I even warned you about that before our match way back then, but what did you say? You said that wouldn’t happen to you because you were better than me. That’s why I am fighting Erik for the title this week and not you...because I was right, and you were too prideful to listen.”
Minx: “You're only fighting for the title right now because I'm stepping back. Because I'm allowing myself the time to think before jumping into something once again, despite what you think you know. Just know, Aaron, that if you happen to walk out of that match champion that I'll keep these words in mind and maybe just for you, I'll step forward once again.”
Now it’s Aaron’s turn to lean forward, once again closing the gap.
Aaron: “I wouldn’t want it any other way. I am 0-1 against you after all, and I would love to get that win back now that I am not so unfocused. Get your head on straight again, and I’ll be waiting with the Television Championship in hand.”
Minx reaches forward and with her hand squishes his cheeks together.
Minx: “Aww, that sounds like a date, love!”
With that she turns and makes her exit with a slight hop in her step. Aaron shakes his head and laughs to himself while rubbing his cheeks and moving his jaw around. When she is out of sight he reaches down and picks up the Fudge Round he had previously “saved for later” and rips it open, taking a bite as the scene fades.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN 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.
Nelson: These two have been exchanging quips and insults on Twitter for the past week and a half. It is time for them to put up or shut up!
Crumb: Brianna Rissi is frustrated after her loss last week to Xstatic and Willow Rainn because of her boyfriend. So she’s going to be making a statement here tonight.
Rose: I have said it before and I’ll say it again, Brianna is arguably one of the best Lady Icon that we have here and there’s no keeping her down for long. Even if her BFF has gone and deserted her.
“Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna Rissi comes to the ring.
Nelson: See… look at the look that is on her face! Seth Owens should be scared out of his mind right now.
Crumb: He really doesn’t seem to me like he’s the type that gets scared easily.
Rose: But he should be… oh should he ever be.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure that they are ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
Seth Owens makes his way toward the center of the ring with a huge smile on his face. Unfortunately for him, Brianna Rissi almost immediately goes on the attack. She hits Seth in the mouth with a series of forearm smashes that sends him staggering back. Seth tries to recover and fight back, but is unable to before Brianna knocks him into the ropes. She immediately shoots him across the ring and steps toward the middle of the ring to meet him. Brianna tries to send him down to the mat with a clothesline, but Seth ducks underneath the attempt. He stops himself behind Brianna and waits for her to turn around. Once she does, Seth leaps into the air and hits Brianna in the mouth with a jumping knee blast! The impact of the knee shot sends Brianna staggering, though she remains on her feet. Seth smiles once again. When Brianna tries to step toward him once again, he responds by catching her with a sidekick to the knee.
Nelson: That is one way to put your opponent down. I have a sneaking suspicion that this match is going to be one for the ages.
Crumb: Seth Owens took out Xstatic and now he’s looking to do the same thing to Brianna Rissi.
Rose: Well Xstatic is a hack, a now retired hack, and Brianna isn’t.
Brianna Rissi once again tries to bring herself back up to her feet quickly. Before she can, Seth Owens hurries over toward and nails her in the mouth with another knee shot. Once again, Brianna just barely manages to keep herself upright. Seth nonetheless grabs her and tries to plant Brianna on the mat with a bulldog! He takes a few steps, but before he can actually finish the bulldog, Brianna grabs him and throws him down to the mat instead!
Nelson: Rissi might be smaller than Owens, but she is sure taking the fight to him and will do whatever she has to so that he goes down.
Crumb: He tried using a move against her that she knows full well how to do and even more of how to counter. A bulldog wouldn’t have work against her.
Rose: She’s showing everyone why she is the first ever Television Champion. And she wants to move on to bigger and better things… Seth is a stepping stone for her.
Seth pops back up to his feet and charges at Brianna, only to have her lift him up and over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Brianna hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two…
TH...Seth kicks out!
Nelson: A very close call there.
Crumb: I really did think that Brianna had the win there.
Rose: BRIANNA WAS ROBBED! The referee did a slow count and that’s some bullsh*t!
Seth tries to groggily drag himself back up to his feet. Brianna closes the gap between the two and hits Seth in the mouth with an elbow shot. He staggers and tries to recover, but Brianna again is able take advantage of the opening---delivering another belly-to-belly suplex! Seth wisely rolls out of the way and grabs hold of the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Brianna charges to try and keep control of the match---only to unfortunately have Seth get a foot in the air to kick her in the jaw!
Nelson: Rissi got rocked with that kick.
Crumb: I hope she’s able to recover because that had to hurt.
Rose: Oh stop being so negative. We all know that she will.
Brianna stumbles back from the impact of the kick. Seth smirks once again as he runs at Brianna and tries to send her to the mat with a forearm smash. Brianna ducks underneath the attempt. Seth bounces off of the ropes and tries a second time on the rebound, only to have Brianna drive her knee into his ribs. He doubles over in pain as Brianna tries to hoist Seth into the air for a suplex---only to have Seth reverse the attempt into a suplex of his own! Seth covers.
One...
Two...
THR...Brianna kicks out!
Nelson: Owens is doing everything he can to keep Rissi from mounting any sort of offense. I do not know how much more she has?
Crumb: She’s going to have to dig down deep within her and pull something out if she wants to walk out as the winner.
Rose: COME ON BRIANNA!
Seth watches Brianna as she slowly pulls herself back up to her feet, stalking and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once Brianna is almost up to her feet, Seth charges so that he can deliver the New Age Kick (superkick)...only to have Brianna barely duck out of the way in time! Seth stumbles a few steps before regaining his footing.
Before anything else can happen, “Same Again” by the Slaves blares over the Iconic Arena loudspeakers drawing everyone’s attention to the entrance stage.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MINX IS GOING TO MAKE HER WAY OUT HERE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “she really should mind her own business!”
Nelson: Minx’s music is playing but there is no sign of the Lady Icon.
Rose: It’s probably more mind tricks she’s playing on Brianna. Those two have a very unhealthy obsession with one another.
Seth, a hint of concern present on his face, shakes his head and turns around---getting hit with a right cross! Brianna grabs the staggering Seth and plants him on the mat with her BrieMode Bulldog! She covers.
One…
Two...
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Brianna Rissi!!!
Nelson: Despite the attempted distraction, Brianna Rissi has been able to get the victory over Seth Owens and show everyone that her loss last week was a fluke.
Crumb: I know that we both had suspicions that this would end up differently, but I’m not surprised that Brianna was able to pin Seth Owens.
Rose: You might be… but I sure as hell am not. Good job Brianna and hopefully we’ll be seeing her as a champion again.
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Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Dead Wrong” by Notorious B.I.G. blares as a small army of Chucky dolls carrying knives stands at the ready on the ramp, Eddy appears in overalls and a red and yellow striped sweater, wearing blue eye contact, with his usual red dye hair, sort of looking like a giant zombified Chucky doll. He then walks up to the ring, greeting kids wearing his face paint until he gets into the ring, stands in the center, and roars while raising his knife. The midgets in Chucky costumes then leave and the match goes on.
Nelson: Eddy Poe sure is an interesting character and this whole slasher gimmick is quite interesting.
Crumb: I see what he’s trying to do, make the people of IPW scared so that he can use that against them and pick up wins.
Rose: This isn’t some dang 70s or 80s horror movie guys. If he thinks that’s going to fly, he needs to go back to that time period when people found that scary.
The arena dims to complete darkness. "Same Again" by 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 maniacally. 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.
Nelson: After losing the Television Champion last time to Erik Holland, Minx is looking to send him a message that she wants her title back.
Crumb: And what better way to do so that take down the man that Erik Holland beat to get that shot.
Rose: Minx has a brutalness that I think is slowly starting to make its way out. Look at what she and Oliver Black did last week against Corey Lazarus.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure that they are ready before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
With the match officially underway, Minx quickly steps toward the center of the ring and uses her speed to hopefully keep Eddy away. Eddy nonetheless tries to stay close to Minx so that he can grab her. Eddy reaches out to do just that, but Minx responds by hitting him with a quick kick. She follows it up with a second and then a third, Eddy stumbling back from the impact of each blow. Minx steps forward and tries to hit Eddy in the head with a hard kick. Eddy ducks underneath the attempt. He quickly grabs Minx from behind and tries to set her up for a German suplex. Minx quickly elbows her way out of Eddy's grasp. She takes a few steps away, though Eddy tries to quickly close the gap. Minx drops down and catches Eddy with a drop toehold! Eddy's face bounces off of the mat and before he can pull himself back up to his feet, gets hit with a running dropkick!
Nelson: Minx is wasting no time in getting things started here.
Crumb: She’s not happy that’s for sure.
Rose: I wouldn’t be either. But then again, these two are like a lot of the others this past week… bickering on Twitter like children.
Minx goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH...Eddy kicks out!
Nelson: A close one there for Eddy Poe as Minx almost had him down for the three count.
Crumb: I think that Minx has gotten into Eddy’s head even though he’s been the one trying to psych everyone else out.
Rose: These two are pretty evenly matched mentality wise. So it’s going to be interesting to see which one is going to be coming out as the winner.
Groggily, Eddy tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Minx hits Eddy in the mouth with a forearm smash. Eddy staggers just a bit, giving Minx the opening that she needs to shoot Eddy across the ring. She waits for him on the rebound before leaping into the air and sending Eddy crashing to the mat with a spinning wheel kick! Eddy wisely rolls over to the ropes and tries to drag himself back up to his feet.
Minx steps toward him and tries to grab Eddy once again, but he catches her by surprise with a European uppercut! Minx staggers back from the impact, but nonetheless tries to remain on her feet. She steps toward Eddy to try again---only to have Eddy once again hit her with a European uppercut! This time, Eddy hits Minx in the ribs with a knee shot before grabbing her and delivering a swinging neckbreaker! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...Minx kicks out!
Nelson: This is a common theme tonight, someone catching their opponent in just the right way and then hitting them with a hard move.
Crumb: Have you ever gotten nailed in the ribs? That doesn’t tickle and it knocked the wind out of her.
Rose: She wasn’t ready for that neckbreaker and Eddy was able to get his first pin attempt. But that’s not going to be enough to take down Minx.
Minx tries to drag herself back up to her feet, but Eddy Poe is once again quick to strike. He charges at Minx and hits her with a knee trembler that gets her staggering around. Eddy grabs Minx and pulls her in toward him, trying to get her into position for a gutwrench suplex! Minx squirms out of Eddy's grasp and grabs him from behind, pinning him to the mat with a backslide pin attempt.
One…
Two...
TH...Eddy kicks out!
Nelson: I think that it is clear that both Icons have an answer for whatever the other one dishes out.
Crumb: You know, I’m still surprised that Eddy keeps getting booked considering he’s not under contract with IPW.
Rose: The maybe what Minx needs to do is show that he’s not wanted around here. Though I doubt that he’d take the hint.
Eddy pops back up to his feet as Minx quickly runs at him and leaps into the air. She hits him in the mouth with a knee shot that sends Eddy staggering back into the ropes. He somehow remains on his feet. Minx shakes her head and bounces off of the ropes. When she gets close to Eddy, she leaps at him and tries to plant him on the mat with a tornado DDT! Eddy catches her in the air and slams her down to the mat. Minx tries to pull herself back up to her feet, but Eddy quickly gets positioning behind her. He lifts her into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two...
THRE...Minx is just barely able to get her shoulder up in time!
Nelson: I was not sure if Minx was going to be able to break the pin count in time.
Crumb: I actually held my breath there.
Rose: Minx and Eddy are giving it their all, but Minx is a two time champion for a reason.
Eddy briefly glances at the referee, who assures the Slasher that it was indeed a two count. Eddy then shakes his head and grabs hold of Minx. He hits her with a hard European uppercut that knocks her back against the nearest turnbuckle. Eddy hits Minx with an elbow shot to knock her groggy against the ropes. He then steps back toward the center of the ring and charges, hoping to deliver a running European uppercut in the corner! Just before he can actually make contact with Minx, she steps toward and kicks Eddy in the mouth! The impact sends him stumbling back. Minx charges, successfully planting Eddy on the mat with a tornado DDT this time!
Nelson: Minx just drilled Eddy Poe!
Crumb: She’s giving it her all here.
Rose: It is clear that she wants to win.
Minx quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Nelson: OH MY GOODNESS!
Crumb: Minx doesn't look too happy as Eddy has kicked out of the pin attempt.
Rose: Eddy is putting up one heck of a fight. Minx is giving it her all!
Eddy slowly staggers back up to his feet. Minx once again hits him with a few quick kicks in hopes of wearing him down. Minx bounces off of the ropes and charges at Eddy, handspringing and trying for a shoulder thrust into Eddy's midsection! Eddy steps out of the way and quickly nails Minx with a knee to the head to knock her groggy. He grabs her from behind and sets her up for a belly-to-back suplex. Minx spins out of Eddy's grasp. She bolts to the ropes and hops out to the apron. Minx hops onto the top rope just as Eddy turns to face! She springboards off, lands on Eddy’s shoulders, and drops him on his head with Beauty Quest (springboard dragonrana)!
Crowd: HOLY SH*T!
Minx hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Minx!!!
Nelson: That match surely had everyone on the edges of their seats. But at the very end, Minx was able to hit her finisher and get the pin on Eddy Poe!
Crumb: He didn’t make it easy for her either. But like we’ve said, the two were very evenly matched.
Rose: I’m just glad that an IPW Icon won the match and not a nobody.
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Torres: The following match is for the ICONIC PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The lights go dark as "Miami Showdown" begins to play over the speakers. A single spotlight races up the ramp to the top of the stage. There Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of light, a hood covering his head, and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. For a moment, his lips move in silent prayer as he looks upward. Then, at the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps and, with a final scan of the crowd, he steps through the ropes.
Nelson: Aaron Kostan is coming into this match looking to become the first person in Iconic Professional Wrestling to have held both the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship and the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship.
Crumb: You sure it’s the Heavyweight Championship and not the World Heavyweight Championship, hahaa? But… since his hiatus and return, Aaron has been giving every match his all but they’ve not all worked out. I think he stands a real chance.
Rose: Keep in mind that Aaron Kostan lost both title defenses even though the one was changed at the very last minute to non-title. If he wins the question remains... how long will he hold it? He did lose to the man who thinks that because he’s the champion that he can call the title whatever he wants. Pfft… Oliver Black is ignorant.
The arena suddenly goes completely pitch black.
The driving drums and guitar of Whitechapel's instrumental called "Death Becomes Him" then barrel over the loudspeaker as everything explodes into a cacophony of poisonous looking green and white searchlights and strobes. The stage fills with white smoke as the fans pound the rails in time with the song. As the first riff is roared out, the spotlight finds Erik Holland throwing back the curtain and wandering out onto the stage, slowly, his head snatching around as if he doesn’t understand where he’s at. The curtain opens one more time and his manager and girlfriend Lyric Allen walks out behind him, admiring the hulking monster in the middle of the stage.
She walks past him down the ramp and Holland notices, walking down behind her. They both get to ringside together and Erik is just about barely restrained, opening and closing his fists, breathing hard, his eyes bulging, as she points to the ring. Holland darts away from her and crouches in front of the cheering, moshing crowd, peering at them from over the railing, almost like a curious animal before he quickly ascends the steps onto the apron. Erik moves to the middle of the apron then stops, leaning back on the ropes, taking the noise and chaos in, drinking up every second of it, reveling in the chaos. Off comes the hat, he flings that into the crowd, same with his entrance mask.
Now heading into the ring he runs the ropes a couple times, before tearing off his jacket and SLAMMING it into the middle of the mat to illicit one more big cheer from the crowd, and then launches the jacket into the corner--nearly at the referee too! Erik then stalks to the opposite corner, pacing in front of it, physically begging the match to begin.
Nelson: Erik Holland has won his last two matches, the one that got him the Television Championship shot and then the actual title. Could Aaron Kostan take him down?
Crumb: I don’t know much about Erik Holland other than the fact that he actually thought that Daveena and not Astrid Sedin was going to be Minx’s next challenger. He got lucky when Tapioca Joe “delayed” Astrid Sedin’s shot because lord knows if he would’ve been able to defeat her.
Rose: How any woman can find something like that attractive is beyond me. But hey, everyone deserves happiness I guess. I’ll be happy if Aaron Kostan, someone who’s been here since the beginning, wins.
DING DING DING!!
Erik charges at Aaron, ready to hang him out to dry with a hard clothesline! But the former Heavyweight Champion sees it coming, ducks under the attempt, and hits the big man with a dropkick to his back, causing him to stumble forwards into the ropes. Wrestling's Most Dangerous quickly gets up only to be greeted with a running kick to the chest! The Television Champion pulls himself from the ropes and manages to get a hold of Aaron, shooting him across the ring. He waits for Aaron to get back and attempts to blast him with a hard right but gets a headscissors takedown for his efforts! The crowd cheers as Aaron hooks Erik's leg for the cover.
O...Erik KICKS OUT!!!
Crumb: Come on, Aaron. You knew fully well that wasn’t going to work. Why did you even try?
Nelson: Holland was able to kick out before the referee even counted one.
Rose: That was a stupid decision on the challenger’s part. Erik Holland was not going to get pinned that easily. Look at the size of him!
Trying to continue his momentum, Aaron runs to the ropes and rebounds off of them. Erik quickly gets up and sees the smaller frame of The Artist flying at him with a cross body. Erik catches him! Erik holds Aaron for a moment trapping his arms and legs with his massive frame. With a confident smirk, he holds Aaron for a few seconds before quickly snapping off a spinning powerslam! Erik puts his body weight on the challenger and covers for the pin.
One...
Two...
THR...Aaron GRABS THE ROPES!!!
Nelson: A very desperate move there by Aaron Kostan because the referee’s hand was coming down for the three count as he was able to grab the bottom rope.
Crumb: Erik is showing why he has dubbed himself “Wrestling’s Most Dangerous” with a series of powerful moves.
Rose: Erik rocked him there, but then again he does stand a lot more to lose that Aaron does. This match is surely going to get interesting.
Erik shakes his head, realizing his mistake of pinning his opponent too close to the ropes. As if saying "Well, there's nothing to do about it now," Wrestling's Most Dangerous gives a shrug to the fans and tries to drag his challenger up to his feet…but Aaron's holding onto the ropes with all his might. The referee begins to count as Erik refuses to let Aaron go.
One…
Two...
Crumb: What's Erik doing? If he's not careful he's gonna-
Rose: Shhhhhhh! Wait for it…
Three…
Four...
Erik lets go, holding both hands in the air. He claps both of his hands together as if he's going to work. Erik puts one hand on either ankle of Aaron, as the referee warns him once again, but this time Erik yanks Aaron off the ropes and catches his body in midair. The crowd marvels at the TV Champ’s show of strength as he has Aaron suspended in the air. He allows this to go on for a couple seconds before attempting to launch the challenger with a suplex. Erik never gets there as Aaron gives him a desperate kick to the jaw, forcing him to stagger back and drop Aaron on the mat. Aaron quickly rolls out of the ring.
Nelson: Smart move there by Kostan, rolling out of the ring to regain his composure and reformulate what is plan is for the remainder of the match.
Crumb: Hopefully he’s able to pull something out of the hat because Erik is owning him out there. This is so unlike Aaron Kostan.
Rose: You know, you’re really acting like Aaron has had great matches as of late. Of his last like five, he’s lost most of them.
Aaron takes a moment to catch his breath as Erik stays in the ring, motioning for his opponent to step in the ring. Aaron returns his invitation causing the fans to roar with approval. Erik gives a smirk and shakes his finger, obviously not impressed with Aaron’s attempts to rile him up. As the referee begins the count, Erik motions for his opponent to once again get into the ring.
One…
Two...
Aaron quickly slides in.
Nelson: I did not think Kostan would let himself counted out. But I am surprised that he slid back into the ring so quickly. The look on his face though… looks like he’s got a plan.
Crumb: I hope he does there. But to beat Erik he’s going to have to be the same person that was out there against Stasi Herveaux. He’s acting like the one that lost to Oliver Black and Corey Lazarus.
Rose: That’s because he’s still the same person. I really don’t see how he’s changed in the time that he’s been away and the two matches he’s had since.
Erik charges, ready to catch him with a powerful right. Aaron dives and goes under his legs. As Erik continues his momentum, he bounces off the ropes, ready to get his opponent on the rebound, but Aaron has already gone to the other side of the ropes. Using this to his advantage, Aaron springboards to get enough height to hit Erik with a hurricanrana! Aaron slowly but surely makes his way to Erik and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...Erik KICKS OUT!!!
Nelson: Now that is the type of thing that I am talking about. Kostan needs to keep doing that and hope that he catches Holland like that again.
Crumb: Not going to lie, I am actually quite surprised that Erik was able to kick out of that. But that move was a lot more devastating that the last pin attempt by Aaron Kostan.
Rose: He’s gotten smarter as the match has gone on, I will admit that. But he’s going to have to come up with something better if he wants that championship.
Both Icons are able to get up. Erik goes to shoot Aaron into the corner, but is reversed! Erik crashes into the corner. Aaron runs with all her strength to land an avalanche, but Erik is able to step forward and catch him. Not wasting any time or motion, Erik repositions Aaron and attempts to connect with Human Harvest (spike piledriver)! Before Erik can finish the move, Aaron manages squirm out of the positioning, slides off back behind, Erik, and pushes him toward the opposite corner.
Nelson: Had Erik Holland been able to hit that move on Aaron, that would’ve been game over for the man known as “The Artist”.
Crumb: It is a very sickening piledriver and it could’ve even injured Aaron.
Rose: It looks like he’s starting to show why he was the first ever IPW Heavyweight Champion.
Putting the brakes on before he hits the corner, Erik turns around and charges back for a clothesline. Aaron spins and connects with a discus elbow that sends Erik staggering. Aaron quickly gets Erik onto his shoulders before dropping him with Airplane Spin (airplane spin followed by fireman's carry neckbreaker)!
Nelson: IS THIS IT?!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTAN HAS HIT ERIK HOLLAND WITH AIRPLANE SPIN?!?!
Rose: Probably, “we’ve got ourselves yet another new Television Champion!”
Aaron hooks both legs, the crowd cheering as he covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner AND NEW Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion...Aaron Kostan!!!
Nelson: Aaron Kostan is the FIRST PERSON in Iconic Professional Wrestling history to hold both the Heavyweight and Television Championships. Aaron Kostan has made history once again!
Crumb: I wonder who his next challenger is going to be?
Rose: It would be great if the game of hot potato is stopped with this championship.. It’s doing nothing but drag the prestige down lower and lower.
Nelson: I beg to differ...
Coming April 2019
Torres: The following is the CHAOS MAIN EVENT match! This TAG TEAM MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
As "What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System, Corey Lazarus, followed by Lucien Viars 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 pores. 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.
Nelson: There is a tremendous amount of confidence coming from the self-proclaimed “Rightful Champion.” Part of me wonders… is he trying to hide something?
Crumb: Considering the fact that he’s been on this tangent since his loss to Aaron Kostan but has yet to “defend the title” he carries around… can he really call himself the champion.
Rose: Quite frankly the belt looks like a child’s play thing. Corey Lazarus needs to keep that ego in check if he wants to walk out of here as the winner though. But I doubt that will happen because it cost him the win last week.
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.
With the opening scream of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold echoes through the arena. The Nightmare Oliver Black along with Wes Meyers 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.
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.
Nelson: Well Meyers’ suspension is seemingly over as he is coming out here with his ‘client’ to do battle.
Crumb: Why do you use client the way that you did?
Rose: Probably because he doesn’t know what to call it.
After some deliberation in both corners, Lucien and Wes step into the ring awaiting the bell.
DING DING DING!!
The two of them square up, Viars says something to Wes he doesn't like and Wes hits him with a right. Viars takes a step back and wipes his mouth before he responds with a strike of his own. They take turns trading blows: Wes, Lucien, Wes, Lucien.
Nelson: I am not surprised that the managers of Black and Lazarus are starting this match off. Of course they are going to want to save their energy for when they want to enter.
Crumb: As much as Corey was protesting this match, Lucien is actually not doing too bad for someone who doesn’t compete.
Rose: It’s been a nothing but the two of them trading punches. So I wouldn’t say that his actions are impressive.
Wes deflects Lucien and knocks him down with a clothesline. Wes, pleased with himself, takes a quick lap around the ring making sure to flip off Corey. The Nightmare screams at him not to get cocky. Lucien springs back to his feet. Wes closes in on the offensive again, but Lucien responds with a chop to Wes' chest.
Crowd: WOOO!
The American Werewolf slows and Lucien hits him with another chop.
Crowd: WOOO!
The Hired Gun bounces Wes off the ropes and hits him with a neckbreaker on the return.
Nelson: Okay… now that was impressive.
Crumb: Lucien showed us two shows ago and he’s showing us now that Corey Lazarus picked him for a reason.
Rose: I would think that if you’re going to be involved in this business you should have even the basic training.
As Lucien lifts Wes to his feet. Wes fights back by kicking Lucien in the stomach and drops him with a DDT. Wes brings Lucien to his feet and snaps off a quick suplex. Wes floats over and locks in a reverse chinlock. Lucien is able to wiggle out of the hold and makes the tag to his partner.
A fresh Lazarus Corey barrels into the ring and plants a big boot on Wes’ back. He lifts Wes to his feet and hits him with a powerslam that shakes the ring violently. Looking frustrated, Oliver holds out his hand yelling, “C'mon! Tag me in!” Corey picks Wes up and hits him with a European uppercut before dropping down to cover.
One…
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!
Wes stumbles back to his feet. Corey hits him with a gutwrench suplex.
Nelson: Lazarus bounds into the match and instantly takes the fight to Meyers. He is trying to send a message to Black, making him watch as he dismantles his manager.
Crumb: After that brutal backstage attack last Chaos, Corey is looking to exact his revenge and show Oliver how much of a mistake he made.
Rose: But he’s a hot head and we all should know by now how much of a problem that can and probably will be tonight.
Corey doesn't cover but instead he takes a second to catch his breath. Wes pulls himself back to his feet. Corey whips Wes in the corner nearest Oliver and finally Oliver is able to tag himself in. He hops into the ring and hits Corey with a wild dropkick. Oliver goes to work on him on with vicious kicks to his midsection. Oliver is stomping a mudhole in Corey before the referee separates them. Oliver pulls Corey into a side headlock. Corey counters with a back press before sitting up and tagging his partner back in. Lucien Viars flies into the ring and the two of them send Oliver to the mat with a duplex suplex.
Nelson: A beautiful double team move there. If Vairs and Corey can keep working together this well… I think we could see an upset here.
Crumb: I’m thinking that maybe the domination of Wes Meyers might have gotten to Oliver and he’s not acting like he should and normally does.
Rose: He’s not focusing on the task of defeating Corey… he’s just… he’s not the usual Oliver Black.
Oliver lays splayed out on the mat. Wes pounds the ropes. Corey exits the ring and Lucien begins his assault on Oliver. He drops an elbow across Oliver's neck, before pulling him to his feet and hitting him with a Northern Lights suplex. As Lucien attempts another elbow drop, the Heavyweight Champion rolls out of the way. Lucien hits the mat and Oliver gets to his feet. Lucien gets up and rushes at Oliver who hits him with a back body drop. Oliver wobbly walks toward Corey, taunting him before backing up and kicking Lucien in the chest. Oliver turns to Wes to give him the thumbs up gesture.
Nelson: Ah… now this is the Black we all know. The longer this match goes on, the more ruthless Black will become.
Crumb: He is a bit stumbly right now and that could put a huge target on his back.
Rose: Lucien is bigger than him so that back body drop is higher than if he were to do it.
Back on his feet, Lucien hits Oliver from behind with a chop block before making the tag. Corey pulls Oliver to his feet, lifts him up, and stun guns him on the ropes.
Crowd: OOHHHH!!!!
Suddenly smoke begins to fill the lower areas of ringside and the entrance way.
Nelson: Um… what the heck is going on?
Crumb: Is Micheal Graves trying to send a message?!
Rose: I wouldn’t put it past him. He has been pretty vocal about getting a title shot since he returned.
Wes and Lucien notice it first, looking around for someone to accompany the smoke... but it seems there is no one. Inside the ring Corey covers Oliver.
One…
Two...
THRE...KICKOUT!
Nelson: I am thinking the smoke was a trick by Lazarus as a way to distract Black so he could get the pin.
Crumb: And he damn near did it too.
Rose: Of course Corey would resort to stupid tactics.
Oliver quickly makes the tag. Wes steps through the ropes and nails Corey with a running facebuster. He drives his knee into Corey’s back and pulls his head back with a rear chinlock. The smoke around the ring begins to get thicker.
Nelson: Oh it is getting thicker. What in the world is going on?
Crumb: I think you’re more worried about the smoke than what’s going on in the ring. Wes Meyers is owning Corey right now.
Rose: Wes should just sign a wrestlers contract since he finds himself in matches all the time.
Oliver searches the smoke as Wes wrenches back on Corey's chin. Wes releases the hold once he realizes Corey isn’t going to submit. He kicks Corey for good measure before stomping over to Oliver and tagging him in. The referee starts the count as Black and Meyers hit Corey with a double Russian legsweep. Wes gets out of the ring as Oliver covers.
One…
Two...
THRE...KICKOUT!
Nelson: Lazarus damn near lost the match for his team for the second week in a row. Meyers and Black are just showing him how a team works.
Crumb: Lucien is no pushover, Nelly. He’s Corey’s bodyguard and hired muscle for a reason.
Rose: Yeah, but where was he when Minx and Oliver were attacking Corey on the last show? He showed up just in time to save him.
Suddenly Brianna Rissi appears at the top of the ramp and as the crowd reacts, Wes, Oliver, and Viars all notice and turn their attention to Brianna standing at the top of the ramp staring into the ring.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRIANNA RISSI IS STANDING AT THE TOP OF THE ENTRANCE STAGE?!?!
Brianna obviously holds Wes’ and Oliver's attention more than Lucien Viars'. Corey sees an opening, dives, and makes the tag with his partner. Lucien rushes in and hits Oliver with a hard right. Stunned, Oliver steps back and shakes it off before he returns with one of his own. They begin trading blows and soon both are wobbling! Oliver goes for a clothesline but Lucien ducks it. Lucien kicks Oliver in the gut then drops him to the mat with a fisherman's suplex.
Wes notices movement outside the ring. He hops off the apron to greet whoever it is in the smoke. Wes is meet with a chair being wrapped around his head by an unknown assailant, but neither Oliver or the referee can see through the smoke.
Nelson: WHAT IS GOING ON?!
Crumb: I… I… how is that legal? Shouldn’t it be a disqualification?
Rose: I don’t think the ref can see and if he can’t see, he can’t disqualify.
Inside the ring, Lucien locks on an Indian Deathlock on Oliver. The Heavyweight Champ cries out in a pain as Lucien wrenches the hold. Oliver pounds on the mat and tries to pull himself toward the ropes. Oliver looks around in desperation, scanning the apron for Wes, but the American Werewolf isn't anywhere to be found.
Nelson: Black is trying his hardest to not tap out right now, but Viars has that hold locked in hard.
Crumb: And with Wes nowhere to be found right now, I wonder how much more pain Oliver is going to be able to withstand.
Rose: He has no choice other than to tap out. There’s nowhere for him to go at this point.
Laughing, Brianna walks to the back as Oliver reaches the ropes. Lucien is forced to release the hold. He hits Oliver with a couple of kicks and spits on him before he smirks and poses over his fallen opponent. Oliver fights his way back up and before Lucien can realize, he is hit him with a low blow!
Male Crowd: OOOOWWWWWW!!!
Nelson and Crumb: OOOOWWWWWW!!!
Rose: Hahaaaa!
Lucien Viars falls forward and Lazarus makes the tag. The Rightful Champion comes in and hits Oliver with a big boot, followed by another, and then follows up with a devastating backbreaker.
Outside the ring, Wes' hand emerges out of the smoke and shakily takes hold of the bottom rope. He slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, bleeding from his forehead after having his bell rung. He falls forward onto the top rope and can barely hold his head up. Corey lifts Oliver to his feet and is able to pull off a wild haymaker that connects but gives Oliver enough space to make the tag.
Nelson: Meyers can barely hold his head up!
Crumb: Oliver made the tag without noticing Wes is bleeding and punch drunk!
Rose: Who in the hell was/is in the smoke though?!
Wes steps through the ropes, trips as he does, and falls right into an Instant Classic (jumping cutter)! At the same time, Oliver is pulled down into the mist and assaulted with another steel chair, but the smoke has dissipated somewhat and it can be seen that the assailant is Acrimony.
Nelson: Why does Acrimony being out here not surprise me?
Crumb: After what happened last time, I’m not surprised at all.
Rose: Acrimony really doesn’t know when to keep his nose out of where it doesn’t belong.
Back in the ring, Wes is down and Corey makes the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Lucien Vairs and Corey Lazarus!
Acrimony hovers over the downed Oliver while in the ring Lucien and Corey raise their arms in victory as the crowd showers them with jeers.
Nelson: I am actually quite surprised that Lazarus and Viars have won but would they have been able to do it if Acrimony had not come out and attacked Meyers and Black.
Crumb: I’m not quite sure. But I highly doubt it.
Rose: Corey only won because of the distractions. If it really came down to it… he wouldn’t have been able.
Crumb: I bet all of this was an elaborate scheme from the beginning!
Nelson: Well we will have to wait to find out in the coming days. Thank you for joining us and goodnight everyone!
Mouse: Well, well, what do we have here now? A nice new morsel that’s come to play in the IPW playground?
Before Catriona can even finishing with the sip of water in her mouth, Greer shoves a microphone into her face. She instantaneously becomes angered which she makes known by slapping the microphone away, allowing her to finish the sip of water.
Catriona: Damn… like you cannae walk around shoving microphones in people’s faces you little twit. Because actions like that would and should get you such a slap that your ass would be firmly planted on the ground. You just so happen to have found me in a decent mood… so your life is spared.
Mouse: That still doesn’t answer my questions.
Catriona: Well… if you must know, my name is Catriona MacKenzie and I am here to check out the goings on of Iconic Pro Wrestling.
Mouse: Hmmm...why do you look so familiar?
Catriona: Well I am a part of the Iconic California Wrestling Alliance roster which is… well I guess it is considered the developmental. But you also may know me from my time with Millenium Wrestling which I had to leave due to an injury.
Mouse: ICWA, huh? So then whatcha doing there and not here?
Catriona glares at Mouse and gives him a “what the hell” look.
Catriona: Why I am there instead of an Icon here… is none of your business. My executive representative Joshua Samson, Esquire thought it would be within my best interests to ease myself back into wrestling. I wanted to be here, trust me and if I was on the IPW roster, these idiots would learn what the Highlander Era is all about.
Mouse: But we already have a Scot on our roster.
Catriona: What the hell kind of comment is that? I think that there aren’t enough Scots in the professional wrestling business. Besides, the one you have… what’s his name?
Mouse: Damon Xalvador…I think.
Catriona: Well he’s a piss poor example of what my country has to offer. He’s on what, his second, third loss? Pfft… what this company needs is someone like me. I’m too good for ICWA. I already have wrestling training but yet, they still insist that I attend training sessions. Like I’ve already paid thousands of dollars back in Scotland for training and I was signed to a major company. Besides, the training that they offer in ICWA is not worth the money. Like, why would I want to spend 6 hours of my Friday doing rudimentary stuff that I already know? And I think that’s why people hate on me so much. Well that combined with the factors of that I am hot as hell and that I have representation and the favor of Joshua Samson, Esquire, owner of ISM and IPW. Not even the ghetto trash Mischa Killings is on his radar. She’ll probably end up in the dump that is known as California Wrestling.
An audible sigh escapes from her lips.
Catriona: ICWA tries to use IPW’s saying of Be Iconic in their recruiting but let’s face it… they’re the furthest thing from being iconic and their Twitter is run by a complete idiot. I am too good for ICWA and the only reason why I am not their Heavyweight Champion despite dominating the Rising Icon Grand Prix and going into the finals ranked #1 was because some hood rat got pissed that I did a hood rat thing.
Shrugging her shoulders, Catriona pursed her lips slightly.
Catriona: IPW is going to be my home some day. I have the favor of the owner and his support and guidance will get me here and I will become the Heavyweight Champion, Television Champion… whatever and whoever they put in front of me will be knocked on their ass and showed what the Highlander Era is all about. Highlanders are fighters, something that I know fully all about and that sad sack of sh*t Damon knows nothing about.
Mouse: Oh now I know who you are! You and Joshua Samson have been spending quite a bit of time together since he and his wife have split. There’s a lot of rumors swirling around about...
Catriona holds her hands
Catriona: Rumors mean nothing because they're either started by people who know nothing or people who are jealous beyond compare. Joshua and I are friends… bottom line. He’s my drinking buddy and he knows that he can confide in me with anything that his mind desires. He’s going through a rough time right now and he needs friends that he knows that he can trust and that are loyal to him that he can lean on when he needs it. He’s done a lot to guide me to where I am career wise and he was there for me when i needed him. That’s why I am loyal to Joshua and why I consider him to be my best friend here. Like he says… LOYALTY is key… and that’s someone those twats in ICWA know nothing about.
Just then Catriona’s phone vibrates and she raises it up to take a look. A genuine smile comes across her face and she ignores Greer as she types away. Once she lowers it again, she sees that the interviewer is still standing there with the microphone stretched out.
Catriona: Oh you’re still here? Well… this interview is over because I have things that I need to get to and a certain person that I need to see. Toodles!
Catriona quickly turns and heads off in the opposite direction away from Greer as the scene fades out.
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REMEMBER:
The Icons of IPW are trained professionals
and their stunts should never be attempted without proper training.
PLEASE.
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
The Icons of IPW are trained professionals
and their stunts should never be attempted without proper training.
PLEASE.
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC
A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC
A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING
Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!
“Saints of Los Angeles” by Mötley Crüe 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 “MINX WAS ROBBED”, “#LILBUMBLEBREE”, and “I LOVE DRAKE JONES!”
Nelson: We sure do have an action packed show for you this evening and it all starts off with what was supposed to be a Triple Threat match.
Rose: Supposed to be? What’s going on?
Nelson: I have been informed that Cody Belmont has been released from his Iconic Professional Wrestling contract earlier today so this match is now an one-on-one affair. So we are going to be seeing Damon Xalvador go up against the debuting “Mortal Reminder” Alexis Amira Kirkland.
Crumb: And with Damon suffering a disappointing loss at the hands of Dominic Nunnely last Chaos, he’s going to be looking to change all of that and squash the debuting Alexis.
Rose: Isn’t Mortal Reminder some video game thing? Like what in the heck is a Mortal Reminder?! Why can’t these people come up with half decent nicknames?
Nelson: Speaking of Dominic Nunnely, he will be facing off against the very lethal Legion who has been on quite the roll as of late. I’m highly anticipating this match to be one for the ages.
Crumb: But Dominic did have quite the impressive debut against Damon Xalvador, so I can only anticipate that he’s going to be equally as impressive this week.
Rose: Legion isn’t going to be as easy as he was though. I honestly don’t believe that Dominic stands a chance against her.
Nelson: With the ‘retirement’ of Xstatic announced earlier this week, Willow Rainn is now left on her own and she is going up against Bliss who is looking to get herself another victory after defeating Drake Austin last Chaos.
Crumb: She might hope that’s what will happen, but Willow Rainn is quite the lethal woman in the ring. Both Lady Icons are going into this match with a lot to prove
Rose: I don’t know if Willow is going to be able to hack it on her own. She’s always relied on others to help her to her victories. That’s the only thing that’s going to be interesting… can she do this on her own?
Nelson: After that we are going to be seeing the boss’ bodyguard, Johanna Krieger, go up against Drake Jones.
Crumb: Johanna has been quite vocal about her feelings towards certain Icons on our roster and it seems to have struck a nerve with Stasi Herveaux, who will be making her return after a suspension and attack from Johanna.
Rose: Johanna is about as annoying as ASStrid was… same with Stasi. Someone has to knock her down a few pegs. This is only her third show and she’s walking around here like she runs the joint.
Nelson: Speaking of Hereaux, she is making her return against the Lady Icon who she was teamed up with in her wrestling and Iconic Professional Wrestling debut back in August.
Crumb: She seems to be pretty damn determined to save the company as she called it. It’s like she’s become a whole different person in the past month!
Rose: This isn’t the first change of attitude in her lately. She’s trying to overcompensate for something and can’t come to terms with the fact that she’s not wanted. ASStrid tossed her out on her ass just like Joshua Samson tossed ASStrid out on her ass!
Nelson: The “New Age Prince” Seth Owens will be taking on Brianna Rissi in what has been a pretty talked about match… especially since their Twitter confrontation.
Crumb: Both participants seem to be passionate in the fact that they want to win. And after the loss last week because of her boyfriend, Brianna is looking to prove just how much of a fluke it was.
Rose: Well Brianna is arguably one of the best Lady Icons that we have in this company. So she’s going to be putting on a clinic here tonight, I know that’s for sure.
Nelson: Another two Icons that have been having quite the back and forth on social media is “The Slasher” Eddy Poe and our now former two time Television Champion, Minx.
Crumb: And Eddy isn’t happy that his rival Erik Holland is now the IPW Television Champion. So both of them are upset and looking to send a message.
Rose: Eddy Poe has no business being here because he isn’t on our roster. He’s not an ICON and he needs to just get out of here already!
Nelson: And “Wrestling’s Most Dangerous” Erik Holland will be putting his Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship on the line against the former Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, “The Artist” Aaron Kostan.
Crumb: Both of these guys are going to have to watch their backs because Johanna Krieger likes to think that Erik’s nickname belongs to her and I wouldn’t put it past her that she’s got something planned.
Rose: Aaron Kostan is a former Heavyweight champion for a reason and I don’t think that he’s going to make things easy for Erik even though Erik believes he’s walking out of the Iconic Arena still the IPW Television Champion.
Nelson: Our main event has been quite the talk of the town and it all stems from a backstage attack at the hand of “The Nightmare” Oliver Black.
Crumb: I actually find it comical that Corey Lazarus thought that he could threaten Joshua Samson with legal action because Lucien Viars “isn’t a wrestler”. I’m pretty sure all manager contracts have some sort of a stipulation where they can compete.
Rose: Corey Lazarus is just so full of himself that it’s getting annoying. He keeps the whole “rightful champion” thing going and yet, he hasn’t done jack all to prove that he’s deserving.
Nelson: We such a huge show in store, let us not waste anymore time talking about it and finally get to it! Joining us at the commentator’s table for this first match will be Iconic California Wrestling Alliance superstar, Catriona MacKenzie!
Crumb: Who?!
Rose: Hey is that Jazmin Davis over there?!
The camera pans across to show Jazmin Davis sat quietly in the back row near the entrance ramp, her attention more on the curtains than anything else.
Nelson: That is indeed the niece of Joshua Samson, Esquire, Rose Marie. I wonder why she is sitting in the audience and not watching the show from backstage?
Jazmin's full attention turns to the curtain as it opens up and Catriona MacKenzie steps out onto the entrance stage. Before Cat can react, Jazmin flies out of her seat and connects with a hard forearm shot to the chest that knocks her against the Iconic-Tron beam.
Crumb: WHAT CAN CATRIONA MACKENZIE BE THINKING AS JAZMIN DAVIS JUST ATTACKED HER?!?!
Rose: Probably, "assault charges will be charged ASAP with the Santa Monica Police Department!"
Nelson: MacKenzie had to have expected this, Rose Marie. The two have been in a very charged social media war the past week.
Cat shoves her away but Jazmin charges back with another forearm shot to the chest followed by a European uppercut that almost knocks her to the floor. She grabs the back of Cat’s head and spins around looking to throw her into the other beam but Cat blocks it with a knee lift to the midsection. Cat stands up quickly and drives another knee into Jazmin's jaw standing her straight up. She follows up with a hard headbutt to Jazmin’s face that causes a small amount of blood to trickle from her nose.
Rose: What in the hell?! We have a fight going on between two people that aren’t even employed here! Hell, one is a student and the other isn’t even a wrestler!
Cat grabs a handful of Jazmin’s hair and throws her hard into the beam, slamming her back against it. Without letting go, Cat spins and throws Jazmin through the curtains, causing Jazmin to slide across backstage floor. Amanda walks through the curtains.
Crumb: And now this fight has moved backstage!
Jazmin gets to her feet, charges Cat, and catches her with a hard right to the face. Several Compton Brothers Security suddenly appear and pull the two women apart.
Nelson: Thank goodness for the newly hired Compton Brothers Security who have come out to help put an end to this!
Cat tries to free herself from the grip of the security. She manages to get free and leaps over them with a flying elbow. Cat is pulled away again as Jazmin does her best to get free but more security and officials show up to detain the two screaming women.
Catriona: F*ck you, bitch!
Jazmin: This isn't over, hoe! This isn't over!
Rose: Well... that was unexpected!
Crumb: And I doubt that's the end of it!!!
Nelson: We will be back after this commercial messages.
Coming to Facebook Watch. March 31st 2019
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Voice: "Iconic."
The voice that is heard is new to the Iconic Pro Wrestling base. It's a tenor-esque tone, not too deep, but accented as if the person were from somewhere else entirely, likely some area in England. It is a male, and as the scene slowly comes into focus, we see the person to whom the voice belongs. He's seated in a steel chair, the tops of his knees visible within the frame, the fabric cut completely across his jeans at the kneecap. He has his fingers folded together, a baggy t-shirt on, and a smile that seems overly-excited for someone in this sport.
Voice: "Iconic."
He says it again, the word rolling about in his now more distinctly British -- but definitely not posh -- accent.
Voice: "The word means something that represents something of importance. In a way, we all think that we're all important, don't we? That's why we're here. Because we all want to be iconic in some way, shape or form. We want to be remembered for what we've done."
He reaches up and brushes his longer locks of hair, cut into a fringe across his forehead, away from his eyes. He doesn't seem like many of the employees of IPW, what with his smaller frame and his obviously unathletic appearance. Regardless, this doesn't seem to dissuade him.
Voice: "I want to be remembered, I want to be known for being someone of importance. And coming on Chaos, on the 26th, that's where it all begins. No. Tonight is where it all begins. Because tonight, you get to meet me. My name is Dimitri Watson, but you can call me Dickie. I know I'm not known, virtually a complete unknown, but I can promise you that you'll know me soon. People in DIVISION-- y'all know DIVISION, right?"
He pauses for a second, letting the name sit in the minds of those who are listening. The company, a popular upstart in the Upper East Coast, had folded in 2018. But not before its most prominent stars became iconic in their own right in other companies they went to.
Watson: "Yeah. People in DIVISION didn't think I was going to amount to anything, that I wasn't going to be anything to remember. But I appeared in two matches on that first night, and I walked out of the first show as the Inaugural World Champion. And that...that's my goal. Maybe not immediately, but I know I will be in the running for that Iconic Championship. I'm not the same type of person that you'd see in Erik Holland, your IPW Television Champion. I'm not the same person that you'd see in your leader, Oliver Black. And that, right there, is what's gonna separate me from everyone else. I'll earn my right to those championships, I'll earn my right to face them just like everyone else, and when I do? I'll do everything in my power to win them. But until then? It's my job to prove to you that The Molotov isn't just a fizzled out name. Nah, I'm gunning for the top, no matter what. And when I get there?"
He grins widely.
Watson: "My name will be remembered for days to come. See you next Chaos, y'all. I'm watching closely."
He waves, and then in contrast to how slowly the camera came to focus on IPW's newest Icon, it cuts to static.
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Torres: The following DEBUT MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
“Mortal Reminder” by Pentakill guitar riff starts up as blue and silver lighting flash. When the lights hit the stage, Alexis is standing out on the stage. She goes toward the ring right away. No words to the fans as she makes her way into the ring. She sits on the top turnbuckle awaiting the opponent's arrival, jawing to the fans and ref as if she doesn't care who comes her way.
Nelson: Well this was supposed to have been a Triple Threat match, but we were informed at the beginning of the show that Cody Belmont was released from his contract earlier today!
Crumb: So instead it’s just going to be a one-on-one debut match for Alexis.
Rose: Beating one person is a lot easier than beating two at one time!
"Satan's Child" played through the sound system as Damon came out he walked down the ramp as he ignored the comments people are making about him. He walked up the stairs he went through the second rope as he walked to the left turnbuckle he leaned on it as he looked unimpressed.
Rose: Who is this now?
Crumb: It’s Damon Xalvador, Rose. He made his debut last Chaos.
Rose: Yeah, doesn’t ring a bell.
DING DING DING!!
---Debut Match: "The Mortal Reminder" Alexis Amira Kirkland vs. Damon Xalvador---
Damon and Alexis step to the middle of the ring. Alexis looks for a leg kick and Damon eats it, barely staggering. Alexis snaps off a couple of more kicks before jumping into a spin kick. Damon absorbs the two lower kicks and then ducks the high one. Alexis goes flying over. Damon moves in behind for a roll-up.
One...
Two…
THRE...KICK OUT!!!
Both start up and Damon grabs a waistlock from behind. He runs Alexis into the ropes and takes her back into an O’Connor roll.
One…
Two…
THR...KICKS OUT!!!
She stumbles into the ropes and Damon goes for another roll up. Alexis holds onto the ropes and Damon rolls away. As Damon gets to his feet, Alexis springboards back into a crossbody block. Damon rolls through into a half nelson cradle.
One…
Two…
TH...KICKS OUT!!!
Alexis pops up and tries for another kick. Damon catches it and transitions into F*ck Your Life (Elevated double chickenwing facebuster). Alexis grabs the ropes. The referee calls for the break. Damon gives it, backing away as Alexis slowly turns around.
Nelson: Kirkland has made this match about dodging bullets, hasn’t she?
Crumb: So has Damon. They’re both playing dodgeball tonight!
Rose: Which one is gonna miss first?
Nelson: Better question, which one will hit first?
Alexis walks over and tries to go for a lock-up. Damon easily brushes her off and tries to take an arm. Alexis jumps up into an enziguri that connects and sends Damon stumbling forward towards the ropes. Alexis runs over for a bulldog but Damon manages to duck. He shoves her off. Alexis rebounds of the ropes and tries for a roundhouse kick. Damon catches the foot but Alexis manages to turn into a mule kick before Damon can take her down into a hold. Damon falls back into the ropes and bounces back into what amounts to a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
THRE...KICK OUT!!!
They get up and Damon pulls Alexis down into an inside cradle.
One…
Two…
THRE...KICK OUT!!!
As they start to their feet, Alexis catches Damon for a double leg takedown. Alexis quickly takes the mount position and hooks Damon in her Infinity Edge (Fujiwara armbar)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN DAMON XALVADOR BE THINKING AS ALEXIS KIRKLAND HAS HIM LOCKED IN HER INFINITY EDGE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “guess it’s back to the unemployment line for me!”
Damon grimaces in pain, desperate to get the ropes. Alexis squeezes harder. Damon eventually taps out.
Nelson: Kirkland got him!
Torres:The winner of this match... Alexis Amara Kirkland!!!
The scene fades in from commercial into the office of IPW General Manager Tapioca Joe. He looks up just as the door opens.
Tap: Well, this is a surprise…
The camera pans over to reveal the Iconic Twisted Queen herself… Astrid Sedin. The blonde seems radiant as she walks over and sits down in front of his desk.
Astrid: Well you and I did have a meeting. Or did it slip your mind since I am no longer technically an Icon?
Tap drops the ink pen and removes his reading glasses.
Tap: I thought the meeting would take place at the ISM office but I suppose this will do. What can I do for you, Mrs. Samson?
Astrid: I need… well no… I want you to rescind my resignation. I am in a better place physically and mentally.
A slight happy smile forms on the grizzled veterans face.
Tap: Well that is quite a surprise especially after you were so adamant about leaving us.
Astrid: You know how bad of a place I was mentally. Hell, you took away my IPW Television Championship shot because of it… a shot I paid to keep. So if anything… you owe it to me.
Tap: That shot wasn’t taken from you, Mrs. Samson. It was just pushed back until further notice. Also you may feel you’re mentally able to give it a go again, the company still haven’t received any medical reports from the few sessions you’ve had with the doctor.
Astrid: Ah, you see I had a feeling you’d say something like that. So I went and got copies just in case. Here you go sir…
Astrid pulled a bright pink folder from the bag she brought in with her and slid it across the desk towards him.
Astrid: Of course I had to put it in a folder of my signature color. Adds a little something something don’t you think?
Astrid smiled from ear to ear as she leaned back in the chair. Tap leans forward, places his glasses back on, opens the folder, and begins examining the paperwork inside.
Tap: Interesting.
He quickly flips through some more of the paperwork before closing the folder and removing his glasses once again.
Tap: As official as they look until I receive these from Dr. Chamblee’s office they can’t be deemed as official.
Astrid: They came from their office! Why would I like about something like this Pudding?
Tap: It’s nothing personal, Mrs. Samson. I’m not trying to insult your integrity but there is such a thing as chain of custody. You hand walking your medical reports into me just doesn’t cut it.
Astrid: How is it my fault that your doctor is an incompetent fool who can’t do his job?
Astrid rolls her eyes as a very audible groan escapes her lips.
Astrid: Look, the paper is signed. They wouldn’t give me the originals even though it’s MY medical record.
Tap: I’m sorry, Mrs. Samson, but these just won’t do. I’ll call Dr. Chamblee’s office first thing in the morning to see what the hold up is. But even with an all medical clearance, there is an issue that you resignation has been completed days ago.
Astrid: Then give me a new contract. You have the power to do that.
Tap: I do indeed and will willingly do that. There’s a small wrinkle though…
Astrid rolls her eyes again and sits up.
Astrid: How many more hoops do I need to f*cking jump through?
Tap: Joshua gets the final sayings on contract approval. It’s none of my business, but with that way things have been between the two of you, well, I can’t be totally certain he’s going to allow you to return.
Astrid: Just give me the contract and we will deal with him later. To be quite frank, this company will dissolve without me. I’m one of, if not the, most talked about Icon that this company has. Hell, you keep booking people who don’t even have contracts, well one now since it appears as though the man you gave my shot to has since signed a contract. GIVE. ME. A. CONTRACT.
Tap holds up his hand.
Tap: There is no need to shout, Mrs. Samson. Like I said I have no problem resigning you. Come by the offices tomorrow and we can sort it out. But keep in mind, again, nothing is official until Joshua signs off on it.
Astrid: I know you have contracts on hand tonight. Give me one… I’ll sign it right now.
Her eyes grew wide as she leans forward on the desk.
Astrid: I am serious Joseph. Give me a damn contract… please.
Tap: Calm yourself, Astrid. It doesn’t work that way. You’ll have to come into the office.
Astrid: I’m not leaving here without one. So at least give it to me and I’ll bring it in FIRST THING tomorrow morning.
With a sad expression upon his face, Tap sits back in his chair.
Tap: Even if I had contracts on hand tonight, I couldn’t...I wouldn’t give you one. Look at yourself, Astrid. This outburst isn’t from someone that is fit. Go home and we’ll talk about this tomorrow at the office.
Astrid: I’m mad… not crazy. And I’m mad because I know you have contracts on hand. Joshua has said you always have 2 copies in case one of the dark match losers impresses you. I’m mentally sound and I’ve jumped through every damn hoop you’ve put in front of me. I’m not a tiger at the circus… I’m a damn ringleader.
Astrid sighs as she leans back in the chair and composes herself, taking a deep breath as she smooths out her tresses.
Astrid: I’ve seen your doctor. I paid your fine. So the least you could do is give me a blank contract. I want a contract. I want to return. And I want my shot at the IPW Television Championship.
Tap: If you’re mentally sound and feel you’ve jumped through every damn hoop then you don’t have a problem coming into the office tomorrow to sign your new contract. If you’re the ringleader you feel you are, you’ll do everything required of you to proven that fact, Astrid. It’s just that simple.
Astrid groans as she stands up, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Astrid: Fine… but it better be ready when I get there and you better have a Starbucks caramel iced coffee waiting. Is 8:05 am OK with you?
He chuckles.
Tap: The company doesn’t revolve around you so you may have to wait a moment or two for the contract to be finalized that early in the morning. Also you may want to pick up your own coffee because fetching refreshments for talent isn’t in my job description as the general manager.
Astrid: But it’s in your assistant's job description for those you have appointments with to get the refreshment. If not, then Linda’s getting worked into the ground. But whatever… they’d probably mess it up anyway. And you still didn’t answer my question of time.
Tap: If you want to get there that early, it’s fine. You’ll probably be waiting for the contracts to be finalized as I said though.
Astrid: And I’ll wait in your office… with my coffee… and looking straight into your eyes until it’s delivered. I even have one of those fancy pens waiting.
Tap: Then I shall see you in the morning.
Astrid: I’ll be there… bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Astrid heads for the door and turns just before exiting.
Astrid: Is that all oh great and powerful one?
Tap: I have nothing else.
Astrid: Can I pick you up anything from Starbucks? I could always use some more stars on my account so I can get a free drink.
Tap: Thank you but no. The wife has me on a lemon water cleanse at the moment.
Astrid: What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, that stuff is for millennial hipster idiots… you don’t need that. I’ll bring you one anyway. See you tomorrow morning.
Astrid steps through the door and closes it behind her. Tap shakes his head before putting his glasses back on to dig back into the paperwork he was doing before he was interrupted.
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Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
The soft strums of an acoustic guitar crack the silence within the air. Strum by strum, the volume slowly rises and captivates the audience. ALONE, PART 3 is recognized upon the PA, as the late XXXTentacion’s voice calmly sings over the guitar. Out from behind the curtains appears Dominic Nunnely. His gaze stays straight ahead of him, never breaking eye contact away from the ring. Tattoos scattered across his face, showing the scars the young man has suffered throughout his life. Not a word is uttered to anyone, he simply keeps to himself as he makes his way down to the ring. Sliding into the ring, he peacefully waits in a corner for the bell to be rung.
Crumb: Dominic Nunnely is one of the most heartwarming stories in professional wrestling today!
Nelson: I have to agree with you, Crumb.
Rose: Ohmigosh! Cry me a freakin’ river, you two!
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!!!!
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 for the match to begin.
Nelson: This Lady Icon has been on a tear recently!
Rose: And I don’t expect that to end tonight against Deaf Dominic.
Crumb: Uh...Dominic’s mute not deaf.
Rose: Whatever...
The referee calls for the bell once both Icons are ready for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!!
---Dominic Nunnely vs. Legion---
Legion cautiously makes her way toward the center of the ring. Dominic Nunnely watches her carefully for a moment. Seemingly a little annoyed, Legion steps forward and hits Dominic in the mouth with a forearm smash! She follows it up with a second and then a third, the impact of the blows causing Dominic to stagger back. When Dominic reaches the ropes, Legion shoots him across the ring. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Dominic on the rebound, sending him face-first to the mat with a drop toe hold! Dominic's face bounces off of the mat as Legion pops back up to her feet.
Nelson: Straight out of the gate and Legion is taking the fight to the young Dominic. But then again, are we at all surprised by her vicious streak.
Crumb: Not in the slightest. Legion has been very impressive since she’s come to IPW. And every win she has accumulated she has fully deserved. I have a feeling that nothing is going to be changing here tonight.
Rose: Sometimes your positivity is absolutely sickening. But… I do agree with the fact that Legion has earned every win that she’s gotten thus far. I don’t think Dominic is going to make things easy for her.
Legion shakes her head as she turns to yell at the booing crowd. Dominic grabs her from behind to roll her up.
One...
Two...
TH...Legion just barely kicks out in time!
Legion pulls herself back up to her feet, looking a mix of irate and shocked. She steps toward Dominic in an effort to refocus on the match at hand. Dominic leaps into the air and kicks her in the back of the head with a clumsy enziguri! Legion falls forward and hits the mat once again. Dominic hooks the leg and covers.
One...
Two...
TH...Legion kicks out again!
Nelson: Dominic has caught Legion off guard and the tides have turned in his favor.
Crumb: The kid might be just that… but he has proven each time he’s stepped into the ring that he’s sly and resourceful.
Rose: But his opponent this week is different than his last. Legion is a tough one and he’s going to have to give it his all if he wants to walk out as the winner.
Sure enough, as Legion rolls out of the way to create a bit of space between herself and Dominic so that she can reach her feet, Dominic steps out onto the apron. He waits for Legion to pull herself back up to her feet, holding onto the ropes the entire time. Once she is standing, Dominic springboards into the ring and tries to send Legion crashing to the mat with a crossbody block!
Legion just barely steps out of the way in time! Dominic hits the mat instead before slowly staggering back up to his feet. Legion runs over and nails him in the side of the head with a hard knee shot. Dominic stumbles around from the impact but manages to remain on his feet. Legion grabs Dominic and sends him right back down to the mat moments later with a Russian leg sweep! Legion hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE---Dominic kicks out in time!
Nelson: That was a very close call there for Nunnely. Legion is making him pay for the two pinfall attempts.
Crumb: These two have a lot more to each other if they want to get that three count. Sure, they’ve both gotten close… but it hasn’t been close enough.
Rose: This match is started to get to be as boring as a tennis match, back and forth, back and forth… total yawn fest.
Dominic tries to quickly drag himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Legion seems to have expected as much. She hits Dominic with a European uppercut that straightens him up and causes him to stumble back. Dominic hits the ropes and staggers forward. Legion tries to catch him by surprise with a roundhouse kick! Dominic just barely ducks underneath the kick! He waits for Legion to turn around before nailing her in the mouth with a forearm smash that knocks her into the ropes. Legion staggers forward. Dominic grabs her and lifts her into the air for a backbreaker! Dominic hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
THR...Legion just barely kicks out!
Nelson: Again with the swiftness there for Nunnely as he is able to duck that kick that surely would have put him down for the three count.
Crumb: And that forearm smash that he delivered to Legion rocked her. I think the referee’s hand was millimeters off the mat when Legion was able to kick out.
Rose: Luck! Both of them have been lucky in this last exchange. But for one of them, their luck is going to run out.
Dominic grabs Legion and brings her back up to her feet. He immediately tries to get her into position for a DDT. Legion spins out of his grasp. She turns and starts to hit Dominic in the ribs with a few hard kicks to wear him down. Dominic eventually stumbles back from the impact of the blows. Legion grabs Dominic and sends him stumbling back with a jawbreaker! He staggers from the impact, just barely managing to remain on his feet. Dominic grabs the ropes and waits for Legion to come to him---getting a foot in the air and kicking her in the mouth. Legion just barely manages to stay upright. Dominic grabs her and drives his knee into her ribs. He tries to get her into position for a sunset flip powerbomb, but Legion manages to block the attempt, instead pinning Dominic's shoulders to the mat!
One…
Two...
TH...Dominic kicks out!
Nelson: Another near fall for Legion!
Crumb: It was close! I really think that she should protest that because from our angle that looked like a three count.
Rose: Well obviously it wasn’t Crumb. Otherwise we’d be hearing her theme music play right about now.
Both Icons pop back up to their feet. Legion grabs Dominic and tries to hit him with Ronin’s Revenge (Black Asian Mist followed by a Claymore Kick)! Dominic instinctively ducks under the mist!
Nelson: What in the...
Crumb: Dominic...
Rose: He just ducked the mist!
Dominic crawls in between the legs of the shocked Legion. He then runs and connects with Oblivion (Zig Zag)! The fans cheer as Dominic hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Dominic Nunnely!!!
Nelson: And we have a winner! After a very back and forth match, Dominic Nunnely has gotten yet another win over someone he was the underdog against!
Crumb: I really did think that Legion had this one in the bag but Dominic was able to duck that mist. Had he not… the results would be different right now.
Rose: I’m actually quite surprised that Dominic was able to catch Legion off guard. But wow...
"Unk, I want Catriona MacKenzie…NOW!"
The office door slams loudly behind Jazmin Davis as she stepped into the office of her uncle Joshua Samson, Esquire. The owner of Iconic Pro Wrestling looks up from the laptop he's frantically typing on.
Jazmin: Did you hear me, Unk?! I want Catriona in the ring tonight here on Chaos!
Samson: Calm down, Jaz. I heard about the altercation between you and Cat earlier tonight and I'm very disappointed in you. You know that isn't how we handle things at all.
The niece crosses her arms over her chest in angered defiance.
Samson: There is a certain level of maturity that must be…
Jazmin: Save the maturity speech, Unk. This is about defendin' the honor of our family. This trick thinks she can literally spit in my best friend’s face and then get on Twitter and say anythin' and everythin' reckless.
Samson: (stifling a laugh) Twitter, Jazmin? It shouldn't matter what social media or platform Cat used, you have to be bigger than that. They were only words.
Jazmin: No way, Unk. I can't let that big mouth skank slide on this one. I should beat her down simply for the fact she’s sniffin’ around you because of the issues between you and Astrid.
Samson: That is…was… my business to deal with, Jaz. I admire your willingness to defend the family honor but I truly believe that your focus is misplaced. Just let it go…please?
Jazmin looks into the pleading eyes of her uncle and exhales audibly. She breaks the eye contact by looking down to the floor for a few seconds before returning to the face of Joshua.
Jazmin: I can't….
She turns to walk out the office but stops just short and looks back toward her executive representative.
Jazmin: If you don't make this happen, Unk, I swear I'm goin' to be at her every chance that comes up.
With that Jazmin leaves the office leaving a grim faced Samson in wonder.
Samson: What the hell?! Neither one of them is even contracted to IPW...
~~
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
Intro riff of "ex's & oh's" cues as Purple strobe lights illuminate figure at the top of the ramp. Once the music picks up, Bliss tips her head back as the lights colour her face. She smiles wickedly before strutting down the ramp to a chorus of cheers. Once at the ring she She hops up on the apron, making a show of shaking her ass. She climbs in the ring, straddling the second rope seductively. Once in the ring she climbs the turnbuckle and holds her hands up in predetermined victory.
Nelson: Bliss won last week and she is looking to keep that streak alive here tonight. But she is going up against Willow Rainn who is been pretty damn ruthless in her Iconic Professional Wrestling tenure thus far.
Crumb: But now that Dark Karnevil is done and over with, Willow Rainn has been left all on her own. Will she be able to keep her ruthless streak alive or will it die out?
Rose: Bliss had quite the hellish debut and she made it through. So I don’t think she will have any problems here with Willow.
"Frankenstain" plays as Willow walks out to a roar of boos as she didn't let that bother her as she was in a trance her body swaying around as she walks down the ramp as she gets into the ring she sits on the bottom turnbuckle as she looks up at the ceiling muttering things to herself as her theme dies down.
The referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
---Bliss vs. Willow Rainn---
Willow and Bliss begin to circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, both grapple up in the center of the ring. There is a brief struggle for the advantage until Bliss manages to get Willow into a side headlock. She briefly applies pressure in an effort to wear Willow down. Willow quickly fights her way out of Bliss' grasp with a few elbow shots. Willow turns around and catches Bliss in the mouth with a hard forearm smash. Bliss stumbles back from the impact, but quickly recovers and tries to step toward Willow once again. Willow leaps into the air and immediately sends Bliss crashing to the mat with a spinning wheel kick! Willow hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...Bliss is able to kick out!
Nelson: It is no surprise to me that Rainn has taken the fight to Bliss this early. She is looking to end it quick and prove to the world that she does not need allies to get anywhere.
Crumb: Bliss is going to have to do something and quick or this match is going to end just like her debut one.
Rose: Willow is putting on a clinic. I know that it’s in the early beginnings but I’m quite intrigued.
Bliss tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Willow runs over and nails her in the chest with a few chops.
Crowd: WOO! WOOO! WOOOO!
Bliss tries to create a bit of space between herself and Willow. Rainn ignores her efforts and grabs Bliss. She tries to shoot her across the ring with an Irish whip attempt, but Bliss manages to reverse the attempt. She steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Willow on the rebound and lifts her into the air for a tilt-a-whirl slam! Willow catches Bliss in the air and surprises her with a headscissors takedown! Willow quickly hooks the leg and tries to go for the cover once again.
One...
Two....
TH...Bliss is able to kick out again!
Nelson: Bliss really needs to come up with something and soon or Rainn is going to continue to use her as a whipping girl.
Crumb: Bliss and Willow are so closely matched, I don’t think that Willow is going to be able to just dominate.
Rose: Bliss went down easy against Johanna and I think that it’s looking very much like it’s going to happen again here against Willow Rainn.
Bliss gets back up to her feet. Willow steps toward Bliss and hits her in the ribs with a hard kick. Bliss continues to try and create space between the two of them, but again, Willow is able to use her feet to great effect. She tries to deliver a second kick in quick succession, but Bliss has this one scouted! She blocks the attempt, steps forward, and nails Willow with an uppercut! Bliss follows it up with a second and before Willow can recover from the impact, steps forward, and BLASTS Willow in the mouth with an elbow shot! Willow staggers, giving Bliss the opening she needs to step forward and grab Willow---snapping off a quick suplex! Bliss covers.
One...
Two...
Th...Willow is able to kick out in time!
Nelson: You were saying, Rose Marie? Because it is looking to me that Bliss has been able to gain the upperhand.
Crumb: She scouted that second kick perfectly. She was ready.
Rose: But Bliss should’ve known that something like that wasn’t going to be enough to keep her down.
Willow tries to bring herself back up to her feet, but Bliss grabs her and uses her knees to wear Willow down even further. Bliss tries to pull her into a sleeperhold, but Willow wisely uses what energy she has left to throw herself toward the ropes. She grabs hold of them as the referee calls for the break. Bliss keeps the hold locked in as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four...Bliss releases the hold.
Nelson: Bliss was very close to getting herself disqualified there. I do not think she would want to lose in that fashion.
Crumb: It really didn’t look like she really cared. There was a certain glimmer in her eye.
Rose: She’s supposed to be the good guy. I don’t think she’d want a disqualification loss. She’s not Stasi Herveaux.
Bliss glares at the referee as Willow pulls herself back up to her feet. Once Willow is standing, Bliss runs and nails Willow in the mouth with another forearm smash. She then grabs Willow by the head and plants her on the mat with a bulldog! Bliss rolls Willow over and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...Willow kicks out!
Nelson: Bliss is taking it to Rainn just as much as Rainn was to her at the beginning of the match.
Crumb: Both Lady Icons are giving it everything they got because they both have a lot to prove.
Rose: One of them is going to have to come up with something clever to get the other one down for the three.
Bliss grabs Willow and drags her back up to her feet. She uses a few more quick strikes to try and wear Willow down further. Bliss then grabs Willow and sets her up for a powerbomb! She lifts Willow into the air, but Willow reverses the attempt and instead sends Bliss to the mat with a hurricanrana that she transitions directly into a pin attempt!
One...
Two...
THRE...Bliss kicks out!
Nelson: Smooth transition there from Willow Rainn.
Crumb: That was a beautiful hurricanrana from Willow.
Rose: Bliss was damn near the loser there. The ref’s hand wasn’t too far off the mat.
Both Lady Icons pop back up to their feet. Bliss tries to charge at Willow in hopes of gaining quick control of the match once. Willow responds by catching Bliss by surprise with a perfectly timed superkick! Bliss falls down to the mat as Willow Rainn glares down at her. After a few moments, Willow turns her attention over to the nearest turnbuckle.
Nelson: What is Rainn thinking here?
Crumb: I think she’s thinking about something high risk.
Rose: And I believe that’s what she has to do to win this. She’s got to risk something.
Willow begins her climb to the top. Bliss pops up just in time to counter the high risk attempt by throwing Willow from the top rope to the mat. Willow hits the mat with a crash! Once Willow struggles back to her feet, Bliss quickly uses the opening to deliver Judgement For the Wicked (corkscrew neckbreaker)!
Crumb: WHAT CAN WILLOW RAINN BE THINKING AS BLISS HITS HER WITH JUDGEMENT FOR THE WICKED?!?!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Bliss!!!
Nelson: A very well fought match there from both Lady Icons. Bliss deserves to walk out the winner.
Crumb: But Willow shouldn’t be going with a hung head. She was impressive as hell out there.
Rose: Only one could win. They both fought to their brinks.
~~
Chaos fades backstage to the Iconic Arena, specifically to the inside of the office of the Iconic Pro Wrestling Owner, Joshua Samson, Esquire. Suit jacket removed, cell phone to his ear, and legs up with his wingtip dress shoes resting on his desk.
Samson: I wish you could have stayed longer too but I fully understand you have a life in New York. Though I still don’t get your logic that the East Coast is better than the West Coast? Haven’t we learned anything from Biggie and Tupac?!
He laughs out loud. After leaving the meeting with Tapioca Joe, Astrid Sedin was walking down the hallway, head lowered as she makes her way towards the exit. Looking up, she hears the laughter of her estranged husband behind the closed door of his office. She pushes the door open to see him sitting at his desk and she makes her way inside. A slightly defeated look makes its way upon her face as stands there, holding her bag at her side as she waits for him to finish his call.
Joshua looks over and an almost disgusted expression comes across his face. He swings his feet down and sits upright.
Samson: Let me call you back shortly, Red. I just had an ex-employee walk into the office unannounced.
He smiles as he listens to the person on the other end of the line before removing the phone from the side of his face to end the call.
Astrid: Moved on from Not So Pretty Penny huh? What’s this one’s name?
Samson: What do you want, Astrid? As a matter of fact, why are you even here? Didn’t you quit?
Astrid: I had a meeting with Tap if you must know.
Sighing deeply, Astrid tucks a section of her hair behind her ear.
Astrid: But I thought I should tell you to your face I’ve found a small studio and will be vacating the Dana Point house soon. I just need to know when is good for you that I come to Brentwood to get the rest of my stuff and Hanna’s stuff. I’ll also be coordinating with Linda on when I can come clear out my office.
Samson: I don’t know when’s a good time right now. I’m extremely busy.
Astrid: Oh that’s a crock of sh*t and you and I both know it. I just want to get my things so I can be out of your hair and life. That is what you want, yet you’re preventing me from doing so because “you’re busy”.
Shaking her head, she pulls out a folder out of her bag and puts it on the desk.
Astrid: The Maserati is officially yours. You’ll find the paperwork is wiped of my name and is all in yours. Sell it… keep it… I don’t care.
He looks down at the folder than back up to her.
Samson: No one is preventing you from doing a damn thing, Astrid. You’re a big girl remember? An adult? You made the decision that put us in this situation now. If you want your stuff you don’t need to know my schedule. You don’t need me there to help you.
Anger sketched onto his brow, Joshua picks up the folder and holds it in the air.
Samson: And I didn’t ask for you to do any of that on the Maserati.
Astrid: I have apologized for that. I have apologized for thinking I could talk to a friend without them blabbing. I was hurting and I needed someone to talk to and didn’t want to burden Jaz. And then I thought that I could fight for you because I love you to the ends of the Earth. But you…
Anger starts to fill her body up as it as it battles with the sadness she already felt. Astrid fights back the tears because she didn’t want him to see her cry.
Astrid: I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care about you… save for maybe Hanna. And even after all that has come from the past few weeks, I still LOVE YOU! But you made it perfectly f*ckin’ clear that you no longer love me. Contrary to that bitch’s beliefs, I wasn’t playing with your mind. And tell her that I didn’t take advantage of you because we were both half cocked out of our minds. She’s basically made it seemed like I raped you.
As much as she tries, a stray tear manages to roll down her cheek.
Astrid: The fact that you didn’t say otherwise to her… kills me. But I guess I should be appreciative that you didn’t respond to her offer of “punishing the little blonde one”. As for the Maserati, I did my research and I know that since it was acquired during the marriage it was community property. I didn’t want to cause you any problems. I bought you the car because I love you and you wanted it. If I could’ve bought you the Rolls... I would’ve. But we didn’t have enough room in the garage with the three cars already. I’m sorry…
Samson: What are you going on about, woman? What bitch are you referring to?
Astrid: JOHANNA! Did you not see her shoot? There were things about our last night together in there and she basically made it seem like I sexually assaulted you. You need to fill her in on what really happened.
Samson: Oh...
Astrid: I… I can’t do this anymore.
Grabbing a handful of hair, Astrid rips out her extensions and tosses them in the trash.
Astrid: I made a mistake coming here. I just thought I would be courteous in asking when it was good to you so I didn’t get arrested for trespassing. I never expected anything to come out of that night but now I see that I was FOOLISH for even letting it happen. Sell the house… sell the car… and sell these!
She pulls her engagement and wedding rings off her finger and slams them down on the desk.
Astrid: I love you. Always will. You are the love of my life and it kills me that it has come to this. But you don’t want me in your life… so I will take my leave.
She turns to leave, pulling open the door she turns around.
Astrid: I guess this is goodbye.
He stares down at the rings upon his desk, his face softening, his eyes moistening. He doesn’t look up as he speaks.
Samson: Good....bye…
Astrid: If you want you can just have movers pack up my things and ship them back to PA. I can have a flatbed pick the S5 up.
Joshua continues to blankly stares at the rings as tears begin to stream from the well of his eyes.
Samson: Whatever you want.
Astrid: You know what I want, Joshua. But you have told me what I want isn’t what you want. So one last time… I love you. Remember that.
She looks at Joshua before leaving and shutting the door behind her.
~~
Nelson: Last week, Micheal Graves was barred from the arena by the boss, Joshua Samson, Esquire. Somehow, he managed to sneak in later that night and failed at his attempt to get his hands on Samson.
Rose: Johanna Krieger wasn’t going to allow that terrorist Micheal to lay a finger on Mr. Samson!
Crumb: Indeed not! Johanna fended off “The Dark Warrior” with an impressive showing!
Nelson: Recent reports have suggested that Graves may have even suffered a neck injury during the scuffle putting his future with Iconic Professional Wrestling once again in question.
Rose: The man’s older than dirt and he refuses to play by the rules. I seriously doubt he had much of a future in IPW, injury or not.
Nelson: Well, whatever the case may be, we will find out next when Micheal Graves joins us via a pre-taped interview with yours truly!
Crumb: Hey...when’d you become an interviewer, Patrick?!
Chaos fades out from the live arena and fades back in to Micheal Graves and Patrick Nelson sitting across from one another in a relaxing, dimly lit studio. Graves adjust his neck brace with a slight grimace from the discomfort.
Nelson: Micheal, last week you were barred from the arena by Joshua Samson. Upon being informed of this by local authorities, things seemed to quickly get out of hand. When one of the officers touched you, you shoved him. Because of that, you were taken down with extreme force and charged with assaulting an officer. Do you have any regrets with how those events transpired?
Graves: I have nothing put respect for the men and women who put their lives on the line to enforce our laws and keep our streets safe. So yeah, I regret that I lost my cool and allowed for things to get out of hand. Fortunately the Santa Monica Police department agreed to drop all charges if I agreed to make an appearance at a fundraiser later this month to help them raise money for injured spouses.
Nelson: You must have had some fans in the precinct?
Graves: I did actually. That’s probably the only reason we were able to smooth this incident over.
Nelson: Now what about the neck? The reports that I am receiving state that you suffered the injury when Johanna Krieger dropped you on your head with a belly-to-belly suplex at that last Chaos..
Graves: My neck is something that has given me trouble through most of my career. In my early days, I used to work for a company that was known for putting out the most hardcore entertainment that the world had seen at the time. I’m talking box cutter matches and dives off of buildings. It was one of those dives that almost ended my career. Fortunately I recovered and was able to return to the ring, but neck issues are just something that I’ve had to deal with since.
Nelson: And that suplex from Johanna Krieger?
Graves: It did nothing to help matters.
Nelson: So do you have a timeline for a return to action?
Graves: I could get in that ring and go right now if the opportunity presented itself. I’ve said this before, but I’m more than happy to repeat it here. There is no injury that will take me out of this business. I’ve spent the last twenty years working in that ring with all sorts of nagging pain. If you want me gone, you’ll have to kill me to do it.
Nelson: Assuming that you are cleared for action, are you going to set your sights on Johanna Krieger or do you still have the singular goal of challenging for the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship in mind?
Graves: A shot at the title is and always has been my goal. I worked my way through the tournament and made it all the way to the finals before I was dealt my suspension for dumping Astrid Sedin on her head. I’d like to think that in a world where I was offered the same deal as Astrid was when she attacked me, I’d be sitting here now with the strap around my waist.
Nelson: For those who may not know, Astrid Sedin attacked you with a kendo stick upon your return to Iconic Professional Wrestling and was let off the hook with a simple fine.
Graves: While I was forced to pay a fine and serve out a three month suspension.
Nelson: Your feud with Joshua Samson seems to stem from you not agreeing with Samson’s idea of what your role in the company should be. Those issues have done nothing but intensify since your return to action at the beginning of February. What do you hope to achieve by picking a fight that you cannot possibly win?
Graves: I wanted to show Joshua that I had more to offer than what he thought. I wanted him to see that he had a bonafide star on his hands, not just a broken down old man who was milking his career for whatever money he could still draw.
Nelson: And how has that worked out for you so far?
Graves: I feel like Joshua see’s me in a different light now. I think he realizes that maybe he should have backed this horse and rode him all the way to the finish line.
Nelson: I do not know about that. If anything, I think that you have only managed to make yourself a target; someone for Samson to make an example of in case anyone else on the roster decides to step out of line.
Graves: No doubt about it, the man hates me right now. I can tell that he’s not entirely used to his employees bucking against him like I have, but in a way, I feel like he respects me a little bit for it. Of course, he’d never admit it.
Nelson: That might explain why he has not pulled the trigger and terminated you yet.
Graves: Exactly, but at the same time, my actions thus far have lead to the two of us standing on opposite sides of a line. Joshua brought me in because he was starting up a new company, and who wouldn’t want to have as many known names as they could on a budding roster? The problem was, as I stated before, he seemed to lose all interest in me as one of his guys after my suspension. I get it, I viciously attacked his wife after our match. I expected some sort of penalty for that, but to take away my shot at the IPW title, suspend me, and fine me for something so silly, that’s just unacceptable.
Nelson: Something so silly? You could have ended Sedin’s career, or worse, her life!
Graves: This isn’t gymnastics, despite what a lot of the younger guys would want you to believe. You come into this business knowing the risk. Knowing that at any moment, you could find yourself crippled or worse yet, dead. This is a combat sport after all, and we don’t have the same protections and regulations in place as something like boxing or even MMA do. Instead we go out to that ring knowing that we have the ability to maim and maul one another with all sorts of toys. It’s all part of the game, and if you can’t play it the way that it’s meant to be played, then you should get the hell out!
Nelson: Before we conclude, let us go back to my earlier question. When you are ready to return, are you gunning for Johanna Krieger or are you still setting your sights on the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship?
Graves: I’ll be in the building next week…
Nelson: And?
Graves: Whatever happens, happens.
The pre-taped interview fades out on a shot of Graves staring into the camera. The scene then switches back to ringside.
Rose: Wow! That wasn’t a bad interview, Patticake.
Nelson: Thank you, Rose Marie. Let us get into the next match!
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
♫BLOODSHOT EYES, METAL SKIN
SERPENTS TONGUE, DAGGER CLAWS
DRAGON WINGS, CROOKED HORNS
K.I.N.G♫
SERPENTS TONGUE, DAGGER CLAWS
DRAGON WINGS, CROOKED HORNS
K.I.N.G♫
Johanna Krieger slowly steps out from the back with no lights around her standing in the center of the stage as a white spotlight suddenly flickers on. She holds the insides of her jacket as she moves down towards the ring. Johanna runs up and slides across the ring apron on one knee holding the middle rope before sneering at the fans. She pulls herself up and slingshots herself through the ropes into the ring before spinning to the corner where she sits down.
Nelson: Johanna Krieger has been ruthless as ever since she arrived in Iconic Professional Wrestling two shows ago. It is like she is untouchable.
Crumb: Well I don’t think that’s quite the case. Sure she’s found the favor of our owner Joshua Samson, but she recently suffered a loss in her other company she works for so it shows that she can be taken down.
Rose: Johanna has made it a habit of picking on the weak or attacking people from behind. She will get what’s coming to her.
The opening line of "Bad Motherf*ck*r" 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.
Nelson: Drake Jones… I had high hopes for him but it seems that lately he has been coming up short.
Crumb: He’s just hit a run of bad luck.
Rose: Though I don’t think he’s going to be able to take down Johanna.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Both nod their heads as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
---Johanna Krieger vs. Drake Jones---
Drake Jones and Johanna Krieger begin to circle around the ring, the two Icons waiting for an opening to appear. Drake immediately charges forward and hits Johanna in the mouth with an elbow shot! He follows it up with a second as Johanna tries to regain her footing. Drake grabs Johanna and backs her up against the ropes. He pauses for a moment before shooting her across the ring. When Johanna comes back on the rebound, Drake lifts her into the air for a back body drop! Johanna stumbles over to the ropes and uses them to drag herself back up to her feet. Drake quickly closes the gap between the two of them and hits Johanna with a few chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Drake then grabs Johanna and launches her over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex! Johanna again crawls over to the nearest corner as Drake watches her with a smirk on his face.
Nelson: Well...I do not think this was the start that Johanna Krieger was expecting!
Crumb: Maybe not, but it WAS the start that Drake Jones needed!
Once Johanna is back up on her feet, Drake charges across the ring and tries to hit Johanna with a European uppercut in the corner! Johanna ducks out of the way at the last second and Drake hits the corner instead. He stumbles and tries to regain his balance, but can't before Johanna grabs and slams him to the mat with a belly-to-back suplex! Johanna quickly hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...Drake kicks out!
Nelson: Jones had some guts taking the fight to Krieger and trying to take her down before she had a chance to mount an offence.
Crumb: But oh how quickly the tides were able turn as Johanna ducks that European uppercut from Drake.
Rose: And his face has to be hurting after that belly to back suplex. He hit the mat hard!
Drake pulls himself back up to his feet as Johanna quickly connects with a few right hands. The impact of the blows knock Drake back against the ropes. Johanna tries to shoot him across the ring, but Drake is able to reverse the attempt. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Johanna on the rebound, only to have Johanna catch him by surprise with a flying forearm smash! Johanna pulls herself back up to her feet. Once Drake is standing, Johanna leaps into the air and hits him with a perfectly timed dropkick!
Nelson: Krieger is putting on a clinic and she is further showing the fans here tonight why she is a force to be reckoned with.
Crumb: Johanna has stated that IPW is hers and she’s backing up her words. But I don’t think that this is going to last forever.
Rose: Someone or something is going to derail this trail and I think I have a feeling on who that might be.
Johanna shoves Drake back against the turnbuckle and delivers a few kicks to his ribs. Drake drops down and tries to recover. Perhaps sensing the fact that he has just created an opening for himself, Johanna charges forward to hit Drake with Skold ov Makt (running bicycle knee)! Drake ducks out of the way and Johanna's knee hit the turnbuckle instead! She drops to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Drake grabs her from behind and snaps off a codebreaker! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Jones scouted that knee from Krieger perfectly. Had she hit that… he would have been knocked clean out!
Crumb: And he almost got the victory. He would’ve gotten a huge upset win had he managed to get the three count.
Rose: No offense, but from where I sit, Drake doesn’t have what it takes to get the victory over someone like Johanna.
Drake drags Johanna up to her feet and hits her with a series of quick elbow shots! He then spins Johanna around and hoists her into the air for a bridging German suplex.
One…
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Nelson: I am starting to think that the loss in Union Battle has rocked Krieger. Her actions are not what we have seen from her in the past few weeks.
Crumb: But she also might be playing a game, baiting Drake into where she wants him.
Rose: Johanna better do something because Drake is manhandling her to the ends of the earth right now.
Drake grabs Johanna and calls for the fans to get louder. They happily oblige. Drake drags Johanna up to her feet and hits her in the mouth with a spinning backfist! Johanna drops down to a knee. Drake tries to wrestle Johanna into position for a Northern Lights suplex! Johanna spins out of Drake's grasp, leaps into the air, and hits Drake in the mouth with a knee strike! The impact sends Drake stumbling. Johanna kicks him in the ribs before planting Drake on the mat with a DDT! She hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH...KICK OUT!
Nelson: A close call there for Drake Jones. But impressive that Johanna Krieger was able to turn things around quickly.
Crumb: It seems a common occurance tonight that people are making stupid mistakes.
Rose: Johanna drilled Drake in the mouth and boy… did that quickly turn the things around in this match.
Johanna stands near the ropes and waits for Drake to drag himself back up to his feet. Once he is up, Johanna springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Drake in the mouth with a kick! Drake ducks the attempt. Johanna's knee hits the mat. She tries to stagger back up to her feet. Drake charges at Johanna and catches her with a knee strike! The impact sends Johanna stumbling over to the nearest turnbuckle. She slumps against it as Drake picks up speed. He runs forward and tries to hit Johanna in the mouth with a bicycle kick in the corner. Johanna steps forward and trips Drake up. Drake's momentum carries him face-first into the turnbuckle padding!
Nelson: OOOH! That had to hurt.
Crumb: I’m cringing and I wasn’t the one who’s face hit the padding.
Rose: Johanna is showing her true form right now… ruthless.
Drake slumps against the turnbuckle for a moment as the German Ruger takes a moment to catch her breath. She then runs forward and hits Drake with Skold ov Makt! The impact sends Drake's head crashing into the turnbuckle padding. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet despite that, but ends up walking right into another Skold ov Makt for his efforts! Johanna hooks the leg for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Johanna Krieger!!!
Nelson: That is it folks… Johanna Krieger increases her win streak to three and remains undefeated!
Crumb: But people don’t and can’t stay undefeated forever. Someone is going to give her a reality check.
Rose: But the question remains… who will that be?
~~
The camera cuts from the commercials to the backstage area. A dejected looking Joshua Samson, Esquire is walking down the hallway. Workers speak to the boss, but Joshua ignores them as he is seemingly in his own world, clearly dealing with his encounter with his estranged wife, Astrid Sedin, earlier in the show.
Samson: Damn it…
Joshua exhales as he reaches the door to his office. He opens it and walks in to see his chair behind his desk whip around in a slow motion to reveal none other than Minx. She's wearing her ring gear and in her hand, she holds Joshua's mug of coffee. She takes a sip from it and spits it out, before rubbing her lips.
Minx: Now that's no way to drink your coffee, Mister Samson! Simply terrible.
She grins, knowing that their previous interaction he requested she would stop referring to him this way. He closes the door behind him before walking to stand near the Lady Icon
Samson: It’s herbal tea. Now get out of my chair! And it’s Joshua….how many times does I have to tell you that, Minxy?
Minx: That's no way to greet your lover.
Minx teases him as she hops out of his chair.
Minx: You're such a busy man, so I thought I would make myself comfortable.
Shaking his head, Joshua plops down into his chair.
Samson: (growling) Now it’s all warm….
Moving about the seat to find a comfortable spot, he menacingly stares at the young woman.
Samson: Lover? I must not have gotten that memo at the last staff meeting?!
Minx: Oh come on, do you even tune into your own show? Or lemme me guess, you’re too busy with your activities lately to notice.
Samson: You’re not drunk are you, Minxy? You better not be drunk and expect to go out there to wrestle tonight?
She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms across her chest in annoyance.
Minx: That's what you're worried about. No, you're not worried about little ole me, a sweet girl stepping into the ring with a man who calls himself the Slasher?
The Owner Extraordinaire sits back in his chair, rocking slightly.
Samson: Are you scared, Minxy?
Minx: I didn't take you for a fool, Mister Samson.
Samson: On any other night I’d probably be with this verbal foreplay we normally do, but we’re only halfway through the show and I’ve had a rough one. Get to your point, Sage.
Her tongue clicks at the mention of her “government name.”
Minx: What are you? My mum? You should know exactly why I'm here. Everytime you go on with that bollocks. It's never, Hi Minxy! It's so nice to see you. But I guess I can just say you can probably notice that there is something different with me this week..
Samson: Well….your hair’s no longer pink.
She emits a growl from her throat, before slamming her hands on his desk.
Minx: Really not in the mood for your little games.
Samson: Get...to...the...point. Please.
Minx: You lot have me booked in a match against Eddy Poe, and then what? Then it's get to the back of the line, Minxy?
Samson: I think this is a convo better suited for Tap. I mean, he is the GENERAL MANAGER
Minx: Jesus, what are you good for?
Minx angrily makes a turn to make her exit out of his office. Exhaling, Joshua rolls his eyes.
Samson: I’m the owner not your personal therapist, Minxy. If you have a gripe with how you’re booked, take it up with Tap.
Minx: Yeah, I heard you the first time! And on second thought, I don't think any talks or maybe any bookings is even necessary! I'm going to go down there and wrestle Eddy, and then I'm going to go home. I'm going to snuggle up in my blankie and when you find something in your mind, a solution of sorts, you let me know. Until then I'll be relaxing.
Joshua half heartedly extends a thumbs up.
Samson: Whatever you say, Minxy.
The former two-time Television Champion slams the door behind her as she leaves.
~~
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember begins to blast throughout the PA system as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the raven haired lady, Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area by stepping through the black curtain. She is holding her hands behind her back as she slowly and powerfully walks to the top of the ramp with a smirk upon her face. Once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as a wide smile makes it way across her lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.
At the halfway point, she starts skipping sideways, swinging and crossing her arms in front of her a few times, until she reaches the bottom where she stops and puts her hands back before her back as she smiles again. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up right away, Stasi puts her back to the ropes and smiles before removing her studded black leather ring jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring.
Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Nelson: Stasi Herveaux has been off Iconic Professional Wrestling for a month ever since her suspension for what she claims was “speaking the truth” to Joshua Samson, Esquire.
Crumb: And boy did that prove to be a mistake because not only did she get a suspension, but also a brutal attack from the then freshly debuted Johanna Krieger.
Rose: The Stasi that we first saw back in August and the Stasi that has been walking around here for the past few shows are two totally different people. I don’t think we’ve heard the last of the “truth” from Stasi.
”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.
Nelson: Jessie Roberts recently got married and has took some time off to enjoy her new marriage and wife. She is surely beaming with pride and happiness here tonight.
Crumb: But if she doesn’t watch herself, it won’t take long for Stasi to snuff that happiness out. She’s got to keep an eye on her opponent and focus on that and not her new marriage.
Rose: You guys seem to forget that Jessie Roberts is a former Television Champion whilst Stasi Herveaux has had two shots at the Heavyweight title… and failed.
DING DING DING!!
---Stasi Herveaux vs. "The Hawkeye Warrior" Jessie Roberts---
Jessie Roberts finally steps toward the middle of the ring as the two Lady Icons grapple up with one another. There is a brief struggle for the advantage---neither woman willing to give the other an inch. Jessie finally uses her size and strength to power Stasi back against the ropes. She holds her there for a moment before blasting Stasi in the mouth with an elbow shot! She follows it up with a second before shooting Stasi across the ring. Jessie steps toward the middle of the ring and lifts Stasi into the air for a big backbreaker! The Hawkeye Warrior stands up, dropping an elbow onto Stasi Herveaux before she can pull herself back up to her feet. Jessie remains on top of Stasi for the cover.
One…
Two...Stasi kicks out!
Jessie pulls herself back up to her feet and immediately leans against the ropes confidently, causing quite a few cheers from the fans.
Nelson: Jessie Roberts is not wasting any time in trying to put the vicious and outspoken Stasi Herveaux away.
Crumb: But even Jessie should’ve known that a backbreaker isn’t enough to put Stasi away. She’s going to have to do a lot more to keep that one down.
Rose: Jessie has a lot of drive tonight. But I agree… Stasi isn’t going to go down so easily.
Jessie grabs Stasi and drags her back up to her feet. Jessie hits Stasi in the mouth with an elbow shot to knock her groggy. She follows it up with a second that sends Stasi stumbling back. Stasi recovers and immediately charges forward, Jessie getting a foot in the air as she tries to kick Stasi in the mouth with a big boot! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and waits for Jessie to turn around to face her.
Stasi blasts Jessie in the mouth with a European uppercut! She follows it up with a second and then a third! Jessie stumbles back from the impact. She recovers and charges forward to try and hit Stasi with a clothesline! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and lines herself up with Jessie. She leaps into the air and hits Jessie with a Pele kick that sends her crashing to the mat! Jessie tries to pull herself back up to her feet, but Stasi rushes and blasts Jessie with a knee shot that sends the Hawkeye Warrior staggering. Smirking, Stasi grabs Jessie and sends her crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! Stasi covers.
One…
Two...
TH...Jessie kicks out!
Nelson: Ooh! Herveaux almost had the match there. Roberts kicked out at the very last second!
Crumb: And Stasi is showing that she is determined to get back to the top becuase she ducked two shots form Jessie and then delivered a few of her own.
Rose: I guess maybe some things she learned from ASStrid have rubbed off on her. She’s sure sending a message now.
Stasi locks Jessie in a front facelock. She begins to apply pressure in an effort to wear Jessie down. Jessie tries to fight her way out of Stasi's grasp, though Stasi responds by driving her knee hard into Jessie's ribs. Jessie, using his strength to her advantage, drives Stasi back into the nearest turnbuckle and slams her against it! She follows it up a second time and then drags Stasi toward the middle of the ring. Jessie hoists Stasi into the air, slamming her down to the mat with a vertical suplex! Stasi slowly tries to pull herself back up to his feet. Jessie charges and hits her with a big clothesline! Stasi hits the mat hard. Jessie goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
Th...Stasi kicks out!
Nelson: Okay no offense to Robets, but these basic moves than pin attempts need to change. How many kickouts will it take for her to learn that?
Crumb: Stasi also is going to have to try harder because Jessie keeps getting the upper hand on her even though it hasn’t lasted very long.
Rose: You know how much I detest back and forth matches. I’m really thinking it’s time for me to take a pee break already. This match is quickly becoming dull!
Jessie grabs Stasi and slowly starts to drag her back up to her feet. Jessie hits Stasi in the mouth with a hard right hand! She follows it up with a second. Jessie then shakes his arm for a few seconds to loosen it up before swinging a big right haymaker at Stasi's jaw!
Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and leaps into the air, hitting Jessie with a dropkick! Jessie drops to a knee and pulls herself back up to her feet. Stasi bounces off of the ropes and charges Jessie, who launches Stasi in the air for a back body drop! Stasi lands on her feet behind Jessie. She pauses for a moment, waiting for the perfect moment to strike! As soon as Jessie turns around to face her, Stasi leaps and plants her on the mat with a tornado DDT! Jessie wisely crawls over to the nearest turnbuckle and leans against it in an effort to recover.
Nelson: Herveaux’s new mantra of you can kick me down but I will get right back up surely is coming into the light here tonight. Everything that Roberts hits her with… she has got an answer for.
Crumb: And Jessie was smart to crawl off into the corner. But that isn’t going to last long because you know damn well Stasi is on the hunt.
Rose: She knows that Jessie is growing tired and she’s waiting for that moment to strike the final blow.
Jessie continues to slump in the corner as Stasi stands in the middle of the ring. She glares at Jessie for a moment before charging forward and trying to crush Stasi against the turnbuckle with a running cannonball splash! Jessie just barely gets out of the way in time! Stasi is slow to pull herself back up to her feet. Jessie drags herself back up to her feet. Jessie then grabs Stasi and hits her with a kick to the back. She grabs Stasi and tries to drag her back up to her feet. Jessie locks Stasi into a full nelson and begins to apply pressure to him. Stasi tries to fight her way out of the hold, prompting Jessie to almost immediately lift Stasi into the air for a full nelson slam! Stasi frees herself before she can be slammed and lands on the mat!
Nelson: That was a nifty escape!
Stasi leaps into the air and immediately hits Jessie in the mouth with a jumping knee! Jessie drops to the mat and tries to pull herself back up to her feet---only to get hit with Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head)! Stasi hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Stasi Herveaux!!!
Nelson: Are any of you surprised at what we are seeing right now? Because I know that I sure as hell am not. Stasi Herveaux has been sitting at home, poised and ready to come back and get back to what she was doing.
Crumb: Add in the fact that she has debuted a new finisher here… I don’t think that Stasi is going to be able to be stopped. I think it has something to do with the attack from Johanna.
Rose: Well she’s going to have to keep her eyes open.
Nelson: She did say that about Krieger, saying that because she wears all black that it will make it easy for her to hide in the shadows, poised and ready to strike at any minute.
Crumb: So if anyone has to keep an eye out… it may be Johanna.
Rose: Ugh… you two are sickening.
~~
The camera comes up backstage. “The Artist” Aaron Kostan comes into view sitting on a crate. He takes a bite out of something in his hand, though it isn’t clear what he has. He turns his head quickly to his right as he hears footsteps approaching and, in the midst of chewing, begins to speak.
Aaron: “Oh, hey! Do you want a Fudge Round?”
Plastic can be heard rustling as he reaches beside him, picks up another Fudge Round, and offers it out to the person off camera.
Aaron: “We know what happened last time you competed on an empty stomach.”
The view now widens to reveal that the footsteps belonged to none other than the former IPW Television Champion, Minx.
Minx: “You think you're cute?”
She growls as she slaps the fudge round out of his hand and it falls onto the floor.
Minx: “I’m a vegan, you twit! What are you doing here anyway? Thought you ran off and called it a career.”
Minx grins as she turns the conversation on his failures. She pops a carrot into her mouth and crunches into it.
Aaron: “Oh right, I must have forgotten about that. Honestly though…”
He jumps up and yanks the Fudge Round up off the floor.
Aaron: “These things are probably more chemicals than animal products.”
Aaron hops back up on the crate and smiles at Minx.
Aaron: “Now tell me, why are you so quick to write me off hmmm? Everyone needs a little rest now and again. In fact, some might say you need it now.”
Minx: “Yeah, people say a lot of things, Aaron. And I say to hell with them. I'll figure it out and I'll be just fine. I can feel it in my bones right now if I were to walk up to Erik and challenge him for that title, things would be different.”
Minx's eyes shoot to the Fudge Round in his hand and her nose scrunches up in disgust.
Minx: “And more chemicals? That's great, innit? I hope you don't plan on eating that.”
Aaron looks down at the cookie in his hand, trying to decide.
Aaron: “Well I was...but maybe you’re right. This would be my fourth one…so I’ll save it for later!”
Minx noticeably rolls her eyes.
Aaron: “I wouldn’t want to wrestle on an empty stomach, but I don’t want to be too full either. I can’t win the Television Championship if I am throwing up all over the place. Solid advice, Minx!”
Minx: “It's interesting that you choose to challenge for the title as soon as it was taken from my hands. After all, we all remember what happened last time we competed against each other.”
Minx then leans in closer, bridging the gap between the two. She shoots a sh*t eating grin.
Minx: “Now if I was unsuccessful, what makes you think it'll be any different for you?”
Aaron: “It’s simple, Minx...you beat me at an exceptionally low point in my career. I was completely unfocused on you at the time...there were more pressing matters at hand. You know all too well that an unfocused mind does not a champion make...you even admitted yourself that you lost your Television Championship because you were unfocused and unprepared.
He laughs and leans back against the wall, creating a bit of separation between the two.
Aaron: “I think I even warned you about that before our match way back then, but what did you say? You said that wouldn’t happen to you because you were better than me. That’s why I am fighting Erik for the title this week and not you...because I was right, and you were too prideful to listen.”
Minx: “You're only fighting for the title right now because I'm stepping back. Because I'm allowing myself the time to think before jumping into something once again, despite what you think you know. Just know, Aaron, that if you happen to walk out of that match champion that I'll keep these words in mind and maybe just for you, I'll step forward once again.”
Now it’s Aaron’s turn to lean forward, once again closing the gap.
Aaron: “I wouldn’t want it any other way. I am 0-1 against you after all, and I would love to get that win back now that I am not so unfocused. Get your head on straight again, and I’ll be waiting with the Television Championship in hand.”
Minx reaches forward and with her hand squishes his cheeks together.
Minx: “Aww, that sounds like a date, love!”
With that she turns and makes her exit with a slight hop in her step. Aaron shakes his head and laughs to himself while rubbing his cheeks and moving his jaw around. When she is out of sight he reaches down and picks up the Fudge Round he had previously “saved for later” and rips it open, taking a bite as the scene fades.
~~
Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN 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.
Nelson: These two have been exchanging quips and insults on Twitter for the past week and a half. It is time for them to put up or shut up!
Crumb: Brianna Rissi is frustrated after her loss last week to Xstatic and Willow Rainn because of her boyfriend. So she’s going to be making a statement here tonight.
Rose: I have said it before and I’ll say it again, Brianna is arguably one of the best Lady Icon that we have here and there’s no keeping her down for long. Even if her BFF has gone and deserted her.
“Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna Rissi comes to the ring.
Nelson: See… look at the look that is on her face! Seth Owens should be scared out of his mind right now.
Crumb: He really doesn’t seem to me like he’s the type that gets scared easily.
Rose: But he should be… oh should he ever be.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure that they are ready for the upcoming match. He then calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!
---"New Age Prince" Seth Owens vs. Brianna Rissi---
Seth Owens makes his way toward the center of the ring with a huge smile on his face. Unfortunately for him, Brianna Rissi almost immediately goes on the attack. She hits Seth in the mouth with a series of forearm smashes that sends him staggering back. Seth tries to recover and fight back, but is unable to before Brianna knocks him into the ropes. She immediately shoots him across the ring and steps toward the middle of the ring to meet him. Brianna tries to send him down to the mat with a clothesline, but Seth ducks underneath the attempt. He stops himself behind Brianna and waits for her to turn around. Once she does, Seth leaps into the air and hits Brianna in the mouth with a jumping knee blast! The impact of the knee shot sends Brianna staggering, though she remains on her feet. Seth smiles once again. When Brianna tries to step toward him once again, he responds by catching her with a sidekick to the knee.
Nelson: That is one way to put your opponent down. I have a sneaking suspicion that this match is going to be one for the ages.
Crumb: Seth Owens took out Xstatic and now he’s looking to do the same thing to Brianna Rissi.
Rose: Well Xstatic is a hack, a now retired hack, and Brianna isn’t.
Brianna Rissi once again tries to bring herself back up to her feet quickly. Before she can, Seth Owens hurries over toward and nails her in the mouth with another knee shot. Once again, Brianna just barely manages to keep herself upright. Seth nonetheless grabs her and tries to plant Brianna on the mat with a bulldog! He takes a few steps, but before he can actually finish the bulldog, Brianna grabs him and throws him down to the mat instead!
Nelson: Rissi might be smaller than Owens, but she is sure taking the fight to him and will do whatever she has to so that he goes down.
Crumb: He tried using a move against her that she knows full well how to do and even more of how to counter. A bulldog wouldn’t have work against her.
Rose: She’s showing everyone why she is the first ever Television Champion. And she wants to move on to bigger and better things… Seth is a stepping stone for her.
Seth pops back up to his feet and charges at Brianna, only to have her lift him up and over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Brianna hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two…
TH...Seth kicks out!
Nelson: A very close call there.
Crumb: I really did think that Brianna had the win there.
Rose: BRIANNA WAS ROBBED! The referee did a slow count and that’s some bullsh*t!
Seth tries to groggily drag himself back up to his feet. Brianna closes the gap between the two and hits Seth in the mouth with an elbow shot. He staggers and tries to recover, but Brianna again is able take advantage of the opening---delivering another belly-to-belly suplex! Seth wisely rolls out of the way and grabs hold of the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet. Brianna charges to try and keep control of the match---only to unfortunately have Seth get a foot in the air to kick her in the jaw!
Nelson: Rissi got rocked with that kick.
Crumb: I hope she’s able to recover because that had to hurt.
Rose: Oh stop being so negative. We all know that she will.
Brianna stumbles back from the impact of the kick. Seth smirks once again as he runs at Brianna and tries to send her to the mat with a forearm smash. Brianna ducks underneath the attempt. Seth bounces off of the ropes and tries a second time on the rebound, only to have Brianna drive her knee into his ribs. He doubles over in pain as Brianna tries to hoist Seth into the air for a suplex---only to have Seth reverse the attempt into a suplex of his own! Seth covers.
One...
Two...
THR...Brianna kicks out!
Nelson: Owens is doing everything he can to keep Rissi from mounting any sort of offense. I do not know how much more she has?
Crumb: She’s going to have to dig down deep within her and pull something out if she wants to walk out as the winner.
Rose: COME ON BRIANNA!
Seth watches Brianna as she slowly pulls herself back up to her feet, stalking and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Once Brianna is almost up to her feet, Seth charges so that he can deliver the New Age Kick (superkick)...only to have Brianna barely duck out of the way in time! Seth stumbles a few steps before regaining his footing.
Before anything else can happen, “Same Again” by the Slaves blares over the Iconic Arena loudspeakers drawing everyone’s attention to the entrance stage.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS MINX IS GOING TO MAKE HER WAY OUT HERE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “she really should mind her own business!”
Nelson: Minx’s music is playing but there is no sign of the Lady Icon.
Rose: It’s probably more mind tricks she’s playing on Brianna. Those two have a very unhealthy obsession with one another.
Seth, a hint of concern present on his face, shakes his head and turns around---getting hit with a right cross! Brianna grabs the staggering Seth and plants him on the mat with her BrieMode Bulldog! She covers.
One…
Two...
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Brianna Rissi!!!
Nelson: Despite the attempted distraction, Brianna Rissi has been able to get the victory over Seth Owens and show everyone that her loss last week was a fluke.
Crumb: I know that we both had suspicions that this would end up differently, but I’m not surprised that Brianna was able to pin Seth Owens.
Rose: You might be… but I sure as hell am not. Good job Brianna and hopefully we’ll be seeing her as a champion again.
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Torres: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
“Dead Wrong” by Notorious B.I.G. blares as a small army of Chucky dolls carrying knives stands at the ready on the ramp, Eddy appears in overalls and a red and yellow striped sweater, wearing blue eye contact, with his usual red dye hair, sort of looking like a giant zombified Chucky doll. He then walks up to the ring, greeting kids wearing his face paint until he gets into the ring, stands in the center, and roars while raising his knife. The midgets in Chucky costumes then leave and the match goes on.
Nelson: Eddy Poe sure is an interesting character and this whole slasher gimmick is quite interesting.
Crumb: I see what he’s trying to do, make the people of IPW scared so that he can use that against them and pick up wins.
Rose: This isn’t some dang 70s or 80s horror movie guys. If he thinks that’s going to fly, he needs to go back to that time period when people found that scary.
The arena dims to complete darkness. "Same Again" by 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 maniacally. 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.
Nelson: After losing the Television Champion last time to Erik Holland, Minx is looking to send him a message that she wants her title back.
Crumb: And what better way to do so that take down the man that Erik Holland beat to get that shot.
Rose: Minx has a brutalness that I think is slowly starting to make its way out. Look at what she and Oliver Black did last week against Corey Lazarus.
The referee looks at both Icons to make sure that they are ready before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!!
---"The Slasher" Eddy Poe vs. Minx---
With the match officially underway, Minx quickly steps toward the center of the ring and uses her speed to hopefully keep Eddy away. Eddy nonetheless tries to stay close to Minx so that he can grab her. Eddy reaches out to do just that, but Minx responds by hitting him with a quick kick. She follows it up with a second and then a third, Eddy stumbling back from the impact of each blow. Minx steps forward and tries to hit Eddy in the head with a hard kick. Eddy ducks underneath the attempt. He quickly grabs Minx from behind and tries to set her up for a German suplex. Minx quickly elbows her way out of Eddy's grasp. She takes a few steps away, though Eddy tries to quickly close the gap. Minx drops down and catches Eddy with a drop toehold! Eddy's face bounces off of the mat and before he can pull himself back up to his feet, gets hit with a running dropkick!
Nelson: Minx is wasting no time in getting things started here.
Crumb: She’s not happy that’s for sure.
Rose: I wouldn’t be either. But then again, these two are like a lot of the others this past week… bickering on Twitter like children.
Minx goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
TH...Eddy kicks out!
Nelson: A close one there for Eddy Poe as Minx almost had him down for the three count.
Crumb: I think that Minx has gotten into Eddy’s head even though he’s been the one trying to psych everyone else out.
Rose: These two are pretty evenly matched mentality wise. So it’s going to be interesting to see which one is going to be coming out as the winner.
Groggily, Eddy tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Minx hits Eddy in the mouth with a forearm smash. Eddy staggers just a bit, giving Minx the opening that she needs to shoot Eddy across the ring. She waits for him on the rebound before leaping into the air and sending Eddy crashing to the mat with a spinning wheel kick! Eddy wisely rolls over to the ropes and tries to drag himself back up to his feet.
Minx steps toward him and tries to grab Eddy once again, but he catches her by surprise with a European uppercut! Minx staggers back from the impact, but nonetheless tries to remain on her feet. She steps toward Eddy to try again---only to have Eddy once again hit her with a European uppercut! This time, Eddy hits Minx in the ribs with a knee shot before grabbing her and delivering a swinging neckbreaker! He hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...Minx kicks out!
Nelson: This is a common theme tonight, someone catching their opponent in just the right way and then hitting them with a hard move.
Crumb: Have you ever gotten nailed in the ribs? That doesn’t tickle and it knocked the wind out of her.
Rose: She wasn’t ready for that neckbreaker and Eddy was able to get his first pin attempt. But that’s not going to be enough to take down Minx.
Minx tries to drag herself back up to her feet, but Eddy Poe is once again quick to strike. He charges at Minx and hits her with a knee trembler that gets her staggering around. Eddy grabs Minx and pulls her in toward him, trying to get her into position for a gutwrench suplex! Minx squirms out of Eddy's grasp and grabs him from behind, pinning him to the mat with a backslide pin attempt.
One…
Two...
TH...Eddy kicks out!
Nelson: I think that it is clear that both Icons have an answer for whatever the other one dishes out.
Crumb: You know, I’m still surprised that Eddy keeps getting booked considering he’s not under contract with IPW.
Rose: The maybe what Minx needs to do is show that he’s not wanted around here. Though I doubt that he’d take the hint.
Eddy pops back up to his feet as Minx quickly runs at him and leaps into the air. She hits him in the mouth with a knee shot that sends Eddy staggering back into the ropes. He somehow remains on his feet. Minx shakes her head and bounces off of the ropes. When she gets close to Eddy, she leaps at him and tries to plant him on the mat with a tornado DDT! Eddy catches her in the air and slams her down to the mat. Minx tries to pull herself back up to her feet, but Eddy quickly gets positioning behind her. He lifts her into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One…
Two...
THRE...Minx is just barely able to get her shoulder up in time!
Nelson: I was not sure if Minx was going to be able to break the pin count in time.
Crumb: I actually held my breath there.
Rose: Minx and Eddy are giving it their all, but Minx is a two time champion for a reason.
Eddy briefly glances at the referee, who assures the Slasher that it was indeed a two count. Eddy then shakes his head and grabs hold of Minx. He hits her with a hard European uppercut that knocks her back against the nearest turnbuckle. Eddy hits Minx with an elbow shot to knock her groggy against the ropes. He then steps back toward the center of the ring and charges, hoping to deliver a running European uppercut in the corner! Just before he can actually make contact with Minx, she steps toward and kicks Eddy in the mouth! The impact sends him stumbling back. Minx charges, successfully planting Eddy on the mat with a tornado DDT this time!
Nelson: Minx just drilled Eddy Poe!
Crumb: She’s giving it her all here.
Rose: It is clear that she wants to win.
Minx quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Nelson: OH MY GOODNESS!
Crumb: Minx doesn't look too happy as Eddy has kicked out of the pin attempt.
Rose: Eddy is putting up one heck of a fight. Minx is giving it her all!
Eddy slowly staggers back up to his feet. Minx once again hits him with a few quick kicks in hopes of wearing him down. Minx bounces off of the ropes and charges at Eddy, handspringing and trying for a shoulder thrust into Eddy's midsection! Eddy steps out of the way and quickly nails Minx with a knee to the head to knock her groggy. He grabs her from behind and sets her up for a belly-to-back suplex. Minx spins out of Eddy's grasp. She bolts to the ropes and hops out to the apron. Minx hops onto the top rope just as Eddy turns to face! She springboards off, lands on Eddy’s shoulders, and drops him on his head with Beauty Quest (springboard dragonrana)!
Crowd: HOLY SH*T!
Minx hooks the leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!
Torres: The winner of this match...Minx!!!
Nelson: That match surely had everyone on the edges of their seats. But at the very end, Minx was able to hit her finisher and get the pin on Eddy Poe!
Crumb: He didn’t make it easy for her either. But like we’ve said, the two were very evenly matched.
Rose: I’m just glad that an IPW Icon won the match and not a nobody.
Coming to Facebook Watch. March 31st 2019
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Torres: The following match is for the ICONIC PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
The lights go dark as "Miami Showdown" begins to play over the speakers. A single spotlight races up the ramp to the top of the stage. There Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of light, a hood covering his head, and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. For a moment, his lips move in silent prayer as he looks upward. Then, at the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps and, with a final scan of the crowd, he steps through the ropes.
Nelson: Aaron Kostan is coming into this match looking to become the first person in Iconic Professional Wrestling to have held both the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship and the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship.
Crumb: You sure it’s the Heavyweight Championship and not the World Heavyweight Championship, hahaa? But… since his hiatus and return, Aaron has been giving every match his all but they’ve not all worked out. I think he stands a real chance.
Rose: Keep in mind that Aaron Kostan lost both title defenses even though the one was changed at the very last minute to non-title. If he wins the question remains... how long will he hold it? He did lose to the man who thinks that because he’s the champion that he can call the title whatever he wants. Pfft… Oliver Black is ignorant.
"Will you tell these fools I'm not crazy! Make them listen to me before it's too late!"
The arena suddenly goes completely pitch black.
"Listen to me. PLEASE listen. If you don't, if you won't...if you fail to understand, then the same incredible terror that's menacing me will STRIKE AT YOU!"
The driving drums and guitar of Whitechapel's instrumental called "Death Becomes Him" then barrel over the loudspeaker as everything explodes into a cacophony of poisonous looking green and white searchlights and strobes. The stage fills with white smoke as the fans pound the rails in time with the song. As the first riff is roared out, the spotlight finds Erik Holland throwing back the curtain and wandering out onto the stage, slowly, his head snatching around as if he doesn’t understand where he’s at. The curtain opens one more time and his manager and girlfriend Lyric Allen walks out behind him, admiring the hulking monster in the middle of the stage.
She walks past him down the ramp and Holland notices, walking down behind her. They both get to ringside together and Erik is just about barely restrained, opening and closing his fists, breathing hard, his eyes bulging, as she points to the ring. Holland darts away from her and crouches in front of the cheering, moshing crowd, peering at them from over the railing, almost like a curious animal before he quickly ascends the steps onto the apron. Erik moves to the middle of the apron then stops, leaning back on the ropes, taking the noise and chaos in, drinking up every second of it, reveling in the chaos. Off comes the hat, he flings that into the crowd, same with his entrance mask.
Now heading into the ring he runs the ropes a couple times, before tearing off his jacket and SLAMMING it into the middle of the mat to illicit one more big cheer from the crowd, and then launches the jacket into the corner--nearly at the referee too! Erik then stalks to the opposite corner, pacing in front of it, physically begging the match to begin.
Nelson: Erik Holland has won his last two matches, the one that got him the Television Championship shot and then the actual title. Could Aaron Kostan take him down?
Crumb: I don’t know much about Erik Holland other than the fact that he actually thought that Daveena and not Astrid Sedin was going to be Minx’s next challenger. He got lucky when Tapioca Joe “delayed” Astrid Sedin’s shot because lord knows if he would’ve been able to defeat her.
Rose: How any woman can find something like that attractive is beyond me. But hey, everyone deserves happiness I guess. I’ll be happy if Aaron Kostan, someone who’s been here since the beginning, wins.
DING DING DING!!
---Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Match: "The Artist" Aaron Kostan vs. "Wrestling's Most Dangerous" Erik Holland---
Erik charges at Aaron, ready to hang him out to dry with a hard clothesline! But the former Heavyweight Champion sees it coming, ducks under the attempt, and hits the big man with a dropkick to his back, causing him to stumble forwards into the ropes. Wrestling's Most Dangerous quickly gets up only to be greeted with a running kick to the chest! The Television Champion pulls himself from the ropes and manages to get a hold of Aaron, shooting him across the ring. He waits for Aaron to get back and attempts to blast him with a hard right but gets a headscissors takedown for his efforts! The crowd cheers as Aaron hooks Erik's leg for the cover.
O...Erik KICKS OUT!!!
Crumb: Come on, Aaron. You knew fully well that wasn’t going to work. Why did you even try?
Nelson: Holland was able to kick out before the referee even counted one.
Rose: That was a stupid decision on the challenger’s part. Erik Holland was not going to get pinned that easily. Look at the size of him!
Trying to continue his momentum, Aaron runs to the ropes and rebounds off of them. Erik quickly gets up and sees the smaller frame of The Artist flying at him with a cross body. Erik catches him! Erik holds Aaron for a moment trapping his arms and legs with his massive frame. With a confident smirk, he holds Aaron for a few seconds before quickly snapping off a spinning powerslam! Erik puts his body weight on the challenger and covers for the pin.
One...
Two...
THR...Aaron GRABS THE ROPES!!!
Nelson: A very desperate move there by Aaron Kostan because the referee’s hand was coming down for the three count as he was able to grab the bottom rope.
Crumb: Erik is showing why he has dubbed himself “Wrestling’s Most Dangerous” with a series of powerful moves.
Rose: Erik rocked him there, but then again he does stand a lot more to lose that Aaron does. This match is surely going to get interesting.
Erik shakes his head, realizing his mistake of pinning his opponent too close to the ropes. As if saying "Well, there's nothing to do about it now," Wrestling's Most Dangerous gives a shrug to the fans and tries to drag his challenger up to his feet…but Aaron's holding onto the ropes with all his might. The referee begins to count as Erik refuses to let Aaron go.
One…
Two...
Crumb: What's Erik doing? If he's not careful he's gonna-
Rose: Shhhhhhh! Wait for it…
Three…
Four...
Erik lets go, holding both hands in the air. He claps both of his hands together as if he's going to work. Erik puts one hand on either ankle of Aaron, as the referee warns him once again, but this time Erik yanks Aaron off the ropes and catches his body in midair. The crowd marvels at the TV Champ’s show of strength as he has Aaron suspended in the air. He allows this to go on for a couple seconds before attempting to launch the challenger with a suplex. Erik never gets there as Aaron gives him a desperate kick to the jaw, forcing him to stagger back and drop Aaron on the mat. Aaron quickly rolls out of the ring.
Nelson: Smart move there by Kostan, rolling out of the ring to regain his composure and reformulate what is plan is for the remainder of the match.
Crumb: Hopefully he’s able to pull something out of the hat because Erik is owning him out there. This is so unlike Aaron Kostan.
Rose: You know, you’re really acting like Aaron has had great matches as of late. Of his last like five, he’s lost most of them.
Aaron takes a moment to catch his breath as Erik stays in the ring, motioning for his opponent to step in the ring. Aaron returns his invitation causing the fans to roar with approval. Erik gives a smirk and shakes his finger, obviously not impressed with Aaron’s attempts to rile him up. As the referee begins the count, Erik motions for his opponent to once again get into the ring.
One…
Two...
Aaron quickly slides in.
Nelson: I did not think Kostan would let himself counted out. But I am surprised that he slid back into the ring so quickly. The look on his face though… looks like he’s got a plan.
Crumb: I hope he does there. But to beat Erik he’s going to have to be the same person that was out there against Stasi Herveaux. He’s acting like the one that lost to Oliver Black and Corey Lazarus.
Rose: That’s because he’s still the same person. I really don’t see how he’s changed in the time that he’s been away and the two matches he’s had since.
Erik charges, ready to catch him with a powerful right. Aaron dives and goes under his legs. As Erik continues his momentum, he bounces off the ropes, ready to get his opponent on the rebound, but Aaron has already gone to the other side of the ropes. Using this to his advantage, Aaron springboards to get enough height to hit Erik with a hurricanrana! Aaron slowly but surely makes his way to Erik and covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...Erik KICKS OUT!!!
Nelson: Now that is the type of thing that I am talking about. Kostan needs to keep doing that and hope that he catches Holland like that again.
Crumb: Not going to lie, I am actually quite surprised that Erik was able to kick out of that. But that move was a lot more devastating that the last pin attempt by Aaron Kostan.
Rose: He’s gotten smarter as the match has gone on, I will admit that. But he’s going to have to come up with something better if he wants that championship.
Both Icons are able to get up. Erik goes to shoot Aaron into the corner, but is reversed! Erik crashes into the corner. Aaron runs with all her strength to land an avalanche, but Erik is able to step forward and catch him. Not wasting any time or motion, Erik repositions Aaron and attempts to connect with Human Harvest (spike piledriver)! Before Erik can finish the move, Aaron manages squirm out of the positioning, slides off back behind, Erik, and pushes him toward the opposite corner.
Nelson: Had Erik Holland been able to hit that move on Aaron, that would’ve been game over for the man known as “The Artist”.
Crumb: It is a very sickening piledriver and it could’ve even injured Aaron.
Rose: It looks like he’s starting to show why he was the first ever IPW Heavyweight Champion.
Putting the brakes on before he hits the corner, Erik turns around and charges back for a clothesline. Aaron spins and connects with a discus elbow that sends Erik staggering. Aaron quickly gets Erik onto his shoulders before dropping him with Airplane Spin (airplane spin followed by fireman's carry neckbreaker)!
Nelson: IS THIS IT?!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTAN HAS HIT ERIK HOLLAND WITH AIRPLANE SPIN?!?!
Rose: Probably, “we’ve got ourselves yet another new Television Champion!”
Aaron hooks both legs, the crowd cheering as he covers.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner AND NEW Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion...Aaron Kostan!!!
Nelson: Aaron Kostan is the FIRST PERSON in Iconic Professional Wrestling history to hold both the Heavyweight and Television Championships. Aaron Kostan has made history once again!
Crumb: I wonder who his next challenger is going to be?
Rose: It would be great if the game of hot potato is stopped with this championship.. It’s doing nothing but drag the prestige down lower and lower.
Nelson: I beg to differ...
Coming April 2019
Torres: The following is the CHAOS MAIN EVENT match! This TAG TEAM MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
As "What You Gonna Do About It?" by Flux Pavillon hits the P.A. System, Corey Lazarus, followed by Lucien Viars 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 pores. 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.
Nelson: There is a tremendous amount of confidence coming from the self-proclaimed “Rightful Champion.” Part of me wonders… is he trying to hide something?
Crumb: Considering the fact that he’s been on this tangent since his loss to Aaron Kostan but has yet to “defend the title” he carries around… can he really call himself the champion.
Rose: Quite frankly the belt looks like a child’s play thing. Corey Lazarus needs to keep that ego in check if he wants to walk out of here as the winner though. But I doubt that will happen because it cost him the win last week.
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.)
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)
With the opening scream of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold echoes through the arena. The Nightmare Oliver Black along with Wes Meyers 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.
With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings! Oliver stands their a moment soaking in the crowds reaction, before making his way to the ring.
You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare!
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your f*ckin' nightmare!
Nelson: Well Meyers’ suspension is seemingly over as he is coming out here with his ‘client’ to do battle.
Crumb: Why do you use client the way that you did?
Rose: Probably because he doesn’t know what to call it.
After some deliberation in both corners, Lucien and Wes step into the ring awaiting the bell.
DING DING DING!!
---Chaos Main Event: Tag Team Match: Lucien Viars and "The Rightful Champion" Corey Lazarus vs. Wes Meyers and "The Nightmare" Oliver Black---
The two of them square up, Viars says something to Wes he doesn't like and Wes hits him with a right. Viars takes a step back and wipes his mouth before he responds with a strike of his own. They take turns trading blows: Wes, Lucien, Wes, Lucien.
Nelson: I am not surprised that the managers of Black and Lazarus are starting this match off. Of course they are going to want to save their energy for when they want to enter.
Crumb: As much as Corey was protesting this match, Lucien is actually not doing too bad for someone who doesn’t compete.
Rose: It’s been a nothing but the two of them trading punches. So I wouldn’t say that his actions are impressive.
Wes deflects Lucien and knocks him down with a clothesline. Wes, pleased with himself, takes a quick lap around the ring making sure to flip off Corey. The Nightmare screams at him not to get cocky. Lucien springs back to his feet. Wes closes in on the offensive again, but Lucien responds with a chop to Wes' chest.
Crowd: WOOO!
The American Werewolf slows and Lucien hits him with another chop.
Crowd: WOOO!
The Hired Gun bounces Wes off the ropes and hits him with a neckbreaker on the return.
Nelson: Okay… now that was impressive.
Crumb: Lucien showed us two shows ago and he’s showing us now that Corey Lazarus picked him for a reason.
Rose: I would think that if you’re going to be involved in this business you should have even the basic training.
As Lucien lifts Wes to his feet. Wes fights back by kicking Lucien in the stomach and drops him with a DDT. Wes brings Lucien to his feet and snaps off a quick suplex. Wes floats over and locks in a reverse chinlock. Lucien is able to wiggle out of the hold and makes the tag to his partner.
A fresh Lazarus Corey barrels into the ring and plants a big boot on Wes’ back. He lifts Wes to his feet and hits him with a powerslam that shakes the ring violently. Looking frustrated, Oliver holds out his hand yelling, “C'mon! Tag me in!” Corey picks Wes up and hits him with a European uppercut before dropping down to cover.
One…
Two...
THR...KICKOUT!
Wes stumbles back to his feet. Corey hits him with a gutwrench suplex.
Nelson: Lazarus bounds into the match and instantly takes the fight to Meyers. He is trying to send a message to Black, making him watch as he dismantles his manager.
Crumb: After that brutal backstage attack last Chaos, Corey is looking to exact his revenge and show Oliver how much of a mistake he made.
Rose: But he’s a hot head and we all should know by now how much of a problem that can and probably will be tonight.
Corey doesn't cover but instead he takes a second to catch his breath. Wes pulls himself back to his feet. Corey whips Wes in the corner nearest Oliver and finally Oliver is able to tag himself in. He hops into the ring and hits Corey with a wild dropkick. Oliver goes to work on him on with vicious kicks to his midsection. Oliver is stomping a mudhole in Corey before the referee separates them. Oliver pulls Corey into a side headlock. Corey counters with a back press before sitting up and tagging his partner back in. Lucien Viars flies into the ring and the two of them send Oliver to the mat with a duplex suplex.
Nelson: A beautiful double team move there. If Vairs and Corey can keep working together this well… I think we could see an upset here.
Crumb: I’m thinking that maybe the domination of Wes Meyers might have gotten to Oliver and he’s not acting like he should and normally does.
Rose: He’s not focusing on the task of defeating Corey… he’s just… he’s not the usual Oliver Black.
Oliver lays splayed out on the mat. Wes pounds the ropes. Corey exits the ring and Lucien begins his assault on Oliver. He drops an elbow across Oliver's neck, before pulling him to his feet and hitting him with a Northern Lights suplex. As Lucien attempts another elbow drop, the Heavyweight Champion rolls out of the way. Lucien hits the mat and Oliver gets to his feet. Lucien gets up and rushes at Oliver who hits him with a back body drop. Oliver wobbly walks toward Corey, taunting him before backing up and kicking Lucien in the chest. Oliver turns to Wes to give him the thumbs up gesture.
Nelson: Ah… now this is the Black we all know. The longer this match goes on, the more ruthless Black will become.
Crumb: He is a bit stumbly right now and that could put a huge target on his back.
Rose: Lucien is bigger than him so that back body drop is higher than if he were to do it.
Back on his feet, Lucien hits Oliver from behind with a chop block before making the tag. Corey pulls Oliver to his feet, lifts him up, and stun guns him on the ropes.
Crowd: OOHHHH!!!!
Suddenly smoke begins to fill the lower areas of ringside and the entrance way.
Nelson: Um… what the heck is going on?
Crumb: Is Micheal Graves trying to send a message?!
Rose: I wouldn’t put it past him. He has been pretty vocal about getting a title shot since he returned.
Wes and Lucien notice it first, looking around for someone to accompany the smoke... but it seems there is no one. Inside the ring Corey covers Oliver.
One…
Two...
THRE...KICKOUT!
Nelson: I am thinking the smoke was a trick by Lazarus as a way to distract Black so he could get the pin.
Crumb: And he damn near did it too.
Rose: Of course Corey would resort to stupid tactics.
Oliver quickly makes the tag. Wes steps through the ropes and nails Corey with a running facebuster. He drives his knee into Corey’s back and pulls his head back with a rear chinlock. The smoke around the ring begins to get thicker.
Nelson: Oh it is getting thicker. What in the world is going on?
Crumb: I think you’re more worried about the smoke than what’s going on in the ring. Wes Meyers is owning Corey right now.
Rose: Wes should just sign a wrestlers contract since he finds himself in matches all the time.
Oliver searches the smoke as Wes wrenches back on Corey's chin. Wes releases the hold once he realizes Corey isn’t going to submit. He kicks Corey for good measure before stomping over to Oliver and tagging him in. The referee starts the count as Black and Meyers hit Corey with a double Russian legsweep. Wes gets out of the ring as Oliver covers.
One…
Two...
THRE...KICKOUT!
Nelson: Lazarus damn near lost the match for his team for the second week in a row. Meyers and Black are just showing him how a team works.
Crumb: Lucien is no pushover, Nelly. He’s Corey’s bodyguard and hired muscle for a reason.
Rose: Yeah, but where was he when Minx and Oliver were attacking Corey on the last show? He showed up just in time to save him.
Suddenly Brianna Rissi appears at the top of the ramp and as the crowd reacts, Wes, Oliver, and Viars all notice and turn their attention to Brianna standing at the top of the ramp staring into the ring.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRIANNA RISSI IS STANDING AT THE TOP OF THE ENTRANCE STAGE?!?!
Brianna obviously holds Wes’ and Oliver's attention more than Lucien Viars'. Corey sees an opening, dives, and makes the tag with his partner. Lucien rushes in and hits Oliver with a hard right. Stunned, Oliver steps back and shakes it off before he returns with one of his own. They begin trading blows and soon both are wobbling! Oliver goes for a clothesline but Lucien ducks it. Lucien kicks Oliver in the gut then drops him to the mat with a fisherman's suplex.
Wes notices movement outside the ring. He hops off the apron to greet whoever it is in the smoke. Wes is meet with a chair being wrapped around his head by an unknown assailant, but neither Oliver or the referee can see through the smoke.
Nelson: WHAT IS GOING ON?!
Crumb: I… I… how is that legal? Shouldn’t it be a disqualification?
Rose: I don’t think the ref can see and if he can’t see, he can’t disqualify.
Inside the ring, Lucien locks on an Indian Deathlock on Oliver. The Heavyweight Champ cries out in a pain as Lucien wrenches the hold. Oliver pounds on the mat and tries to pull himself toward the ropes. Oliver looks around in desperation, scanning the apron for Wes, but the American Werewolf isn't anywhere to be found.
Nelson: Black is trying his hardest to not tap out right now, but Viars has that hold locked in hard.
Crumb: And with Wes nowhere to be found right now, I wonder how much more pain Oliver is going to be able to withstand.
Rose: He has no choice other than to tap out. There’s nowhere for him to go at this point.
Laughing, Brianna walks to the back as Oliver reaches the ropes. Lucien is forced to release the hold. He hits Oliver with a couple of kicks and spits on him before he smirks and poses over his fallen opponent. Oliver fights his way back up and before Lucien can realize, he is hit him with a low blow!
Male Crowd: OOOOWWWWWW!!!
Nelson and Crumb: OOOOWWWWWW!!!
Rose: Hahaaaa!
Lucien Viars falls forward and Lazarus makes the tag. The Rightful Champion comes in and hits Oliver with a big boot, followed by another, and then follows up with a devastating backbreaker.
Outside the ring, Wes' hand emerges out of the smoke and shakily takes hold of the bottom rope. He slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, bleeding from his forehead after having his bell rung. He falls forward onto the top rope and can barely hold his head up. Corey lifts Oliver to his feet and is able to pull off a wild haymaker that connects but gives Oliver enough space to make the tag.
Nelson: Meyers can barely hold his head up!
Crumb: Oliver made the tag without noticing Wes is bleeding and punch drunk!
Rose: Who in the hell was/is in the smoke though?!
Wes steps through the ropes, trips as he does, and falls right into an Instant Classic (jumping cutter)! At the same time, Oliver is pulled down into the mist and assaulted with another steel chair, but the smoke has dissipated somewhat and it can be seen that the assailant is Acrimony.
Nelson: Why does Acrimony being out here not surprise me?
Crumb: After what happened last time, I’m not surprised at all.
Rose: Acrimony really doesn’t know when to keep his nose out of where it doesn’t belong.
Back in the ring, Wes is down and Corey makes the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...Lucien Vairs and Corey Lazarus!
Acrimony hovers over the downed Oliver while in the ring Lucien and Corey raise their arms in victory as the crowd showers them with jeers.
Nelson: I am actually quite surprised that Lazarus and Viars have won but would they have been able to do it if Acrimony had not come out and attacked Meyers and Black.
Crumb: I’m not quite sure. But I highly doubt it.
Rose: Corey only won because of the distractions. If it really came down to it… he wouldn’t have been able.
Crumb: I bet all of this was an elaborate scheme from the beginning!
Nelson: Well we will have to wait to find out in the coming days. Thank you for joining us and goodnight everyone!
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