METAL - 05 August 2018

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Mitchell: WELCOME EVERYONE TO METAL!!

“Kickstart My Heart” by Motley Crue blares as the web streaming pans about the capacity crowd of about one hundred or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “We Really Left EHWF?! This Better Be Good!”, “Corey Lazarus: MARRY ME!”, and “Bree Hive!!”

Mitchell: We are streaming live from the Regent Theatre located in Los Angeles, California!

The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where the black suit wearing the commentator is seated.

Mitchell: Hello, everyone! I’m “Boy Wonder” Tyler Mitchell and I’m going to be your host for the next Iconic Pro Wrestling wrestling filled hour! On behalf of everyone involved in this Iconic endeavour I would like to thank you for your attendance here at the Regent Theatre or if you’re streaming live on YouTube! We’re here to make history!!

Crowd: IPW! IPW!

Mitchell: Starting off the night here on Metal, we are going to see two relatively unknowns face off against one of the EHWF ”transplants” when Fabien, Johnny Franklin Kobain and Red Dragon face off against one another. While Fabien has been nothing but silent leading up to tonight, the Icon going by JFK has made it known his intentions here in Iconic Pro Wrestling. My personal opinion is keep your eye on this Seattle, Washington native going forward.

The twenty-six year old peers down at his notes for a quick moment before looking back up to continue talking.

Mitchell: And then in our ONLY singles match of Metal, “Hot Take” Corey Lazarus faces off against the EHWF veteran Michael Maddox in a match that I am hoping is going to keep everyone intrigued. The very cocky Lazarus has already laid claim to the Heavyweight Championship BEFORE we even have the title made! That’s a sign of some BIG testicles, for sure.

The Boy Wonder chuckles.

Mitchell: Speaking of intriguing matches, our all Lady Icon's tag team match is going to see two “transplants” and two newcomers facing off with one on each team. Tiffany Prada and “The Wild Cat” Savannah will team up to face Stasi Herveaux and “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts. It’s going to be interesting to see what happens especially since Savannah has undergone a complete physical and mental makeover. And if you can’t wait to see the physical makeover, you can check out Savannah’s bio posted on the official Iconic Pro Wrestling website. Trust me when I tell you it’s an eye opener!

He gives a wink and a thumbs up.

Mitchell: But we’re here tonight to see some wrestling action and the match that most people are talking about is our Metal main event! It will be a Triple Threat match between Brianna Rissi, Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion, “The Artist” Aaron Kostan, Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion, and “The Nightmare” Oliver Black, Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion. These three Icons are going to definitely be looking to cement their places in the impending championship picture of Iconic Pro Wrestling. And with the very outspoken now wife of our owner and general manager not here tonight to also make such claims… this show surely is going to Be Iconic! So without further adieu, it’s time for METAAALLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Herbert Torres: The following match is a Triple Threat match with a fifteen minute time limit!

The attending crowd cheers.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Seattle, Washington...he weighs in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds...standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is the Sultan of Salsa...the Lord of the Dance….FABIEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the trumpets of his entrance them blare, the arena lights fall and a spotlight is cast on-stage; standing center stage was Fabien, looking on as his lovely dance partner twirled around him, they lock arms and start down the ramp to a saunter. He takes her hand leading her up the steps, onto the apron, she parts her legs for him to slide through and into the ring. After raking his fingers through his dark hair, posing for the cameras.

Mitchell: The first match of Iconic Pro Wrestling is about to get underway as Fabien and his… lady friend?... as they make their way to the ring. I thought the whole Dancing with the Shtick died out? Maybe I’m wrong but what I can say is that this match surely is going to be interesting with the Icons looking to prove a point here tonight.

Torres: Coming to the ring next also hailing from Seattle, Washington...he weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds...standing at a height of six feet one inch...he is JFK...JOHNNY FRANKLIN KOBAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights go dark, the lights flicker to a reddish smoke and the lights come back on as a guitar rift echoes throughout the entire arena. Papa Roach's “Born for Greatness” hits over the loud speakers as JFK comes down to the ring, a young punk looking kid covered in tattoos and a mohawk type haircut. Wearing a black zip up hoodie with the hood up, he doesn't acknowledge the fans as he continues into the ring, flips over the top rope. Poses in the center of the ring with great confidence.

Mitchell: I… I… OK I don’t know what to think of this guy other than he looks like this dude that used to bully me in high school. Will he be able to get the job done tonight? Who knows but surely he’s thinking that he’ll be walking out of the venue tonight as the winner of this match.

Torres: Finally coming to the ring hailing from Parts Unknown...he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds….standing at six feet two inches...he is the Minister of Evil...the Minister of Darkness….RED DRAGOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as all the devils toys by deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he leans against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands.

Mitchell: Here comes a man who is coming into this company having issues with two other Icons on the roster. Hopefully Red Dragon is going to be able to push all that nonsense aside and get the job done here tonight.

DING DING DING!!

---Triple Threat Match: Fabien vs. Johnny Franklin Kobain vs. Red Dragon---

Johnny Franklin Kobain slaps Fabien in the face. As Fabien stands there in shock, JFK turns and slaps Red Dragon across the masked face as well. Red Dragon staggers. JFK grabs him and pulls him down into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Red Dragon starts to roll away and Fabien looks to mount JFK. JFK catches him coming in with an inside cradle as well.

One…

Two…

Thre...KICKOUT!!!

Mitchell: Well that… was certainly a weird way to start off a match. JFK tried to end it all early by rolling up not one, but both of his competitors and they both managed to kick out. He’s going to have to do a lot more if he wants to get either of them down for the three count.

Red Dragon comes running over looking for a senton splash. JFK moves and Red Dragon crashes down onto Fabien. JFK drops an elbow and then rolls away. Red Dragon gets to his feet. JFK gives Red Dragon a dropkick to the face and then covers Fabien.

One…

Two…

Th...REVERSAL!!!

Fabien rolls JFK over into a rolling cradle.

One…

Two…

Thre...Red Dragon MAKES THE SAVE!!!

Mitchell: A very close save there by Red Dragon as Fabien almost had JFK rolled up in a hold similar to the same one he was in earlier in the match. All three of these men seem to be having the same idea because they keep reversing things or countering at just the right moment.

Red Dragon pulls JFK up and gives him a stiff forearm to the face. JFK staggers back. Red Dragon grabs him and runs into the ropes to go for an O’Connor roll. As they roll back, Fabien jumps into a wicked leg lariat on Red Dragon that knocks him down into a cover by JFK.

One…

Two…

Thre...Fabien MAKES THE SAVE!!!

Mitchell: At times it feels like JFK and Fabien are working together to eliminate Red Dragon from the equation and other times… it looks like they’re working for themselves. This match is very well matched obviously because all three men seem to have an answer for what one of the other ones is doing.

JFK scratches at Fabien’s eyes. Red Dragon clubs JFK in the back of the head and then pulls him into a backslide.

One…

Two…

Fabien runs by them and rebounds off the far ropes.

Thre….Fabien hits a dropkick to both his opponents from the side.[/color

Mitchell: I see that the level of desperation has hit the level of resorting to childish tactics. I hope that JFK didn’t think that would be enough to get someone down for the three count. He’s going to have to come up with something better than that if he wants to win.

Fabien hits his Footloose (middle rope leg drop) on Red Dragon. As he goes for the cover, Johnny Franklin Kobain drills Fabien in the side of the head with a dropkick. The blow sends Fabien falling through the ropes to the floor. Red Dragon staggers up. JFK doubles Red Dragon over with a boot to the gut before dropping him with Drain You (pedigree)!

Mitchell: Stick a fork in him because this one is done!

1…

2…

3!!!

Torres: Here is your winner....Johnny Franklin Kobain!!!

Mitchell: And there it is… JFK picks up the first win of his Iconic Pro Wrestling career after finally being able to put Red Dragon down for the three count. That was a great way to start off Metal and I can’t wait to see what else is in store tonight!

Fabien stands up and glares at JFK as he struts on out, nodding to the slight cheers.

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The local crowd was on their feet from the evening, excited from the theatrics and athletic moves being put on for them. For a lot of the fans, it was their first taste of the delectable business that was wrestling. A lot of new faces, some they recognized through various media outlets, but no face was more recognizable that this one.

“Whatever by Our Lady Peace” hit the PA and out came none other than God’s Gift to Pro Wrestling, Jason Dave.

Mitchell: Ohmigosh! What a surprise here tonight on Metal!

Jason was dressed much classier than seen in his past. His six years throughout the business paved a particular sense of style on his choice of clothing. It was the opening night of IPW and he knew he had to show out, which is why he strutted down the entrance ramp, sporting a suit and tie. Along with the dazzling good looks he brought to the table, he sported his other company’s championship: the EHWF championship.

Mitchell: For those of you who don’t know, Jason Dave is the reigning EHWF Champion. He is only one of two Extremists that have been inducted into their Hall of Fame. There have been rumors floating around for weeks on whether Mr. Dave has signed a contract with Iconic Pro Wrestling or not.

Slung around his shoulder, Jason patted the championship and nodded everytime a fan recognized the glorious piece of jewelry. Reaching the side of the ring, he patted the IPW logo, the new company that he would be representing. Expanding his brand was something that he’d always be interested in, and where better than to start with a company and build it from the ground up. He walked to the announcer's table, grabbed a microphone, and slid into the ring to a grand applause from the small crowd.

Mitchell: It seems as if Mr. Dave has something to say to the Iconic Pro Wrestling audience.

The first night in this small indie company and Jason was more than happy with what he’d seen. Nodding to his approval, he motioned for silence as his music faded out.

Dave: Well, well, well, looks like big man Joshua Samson couldn’t get enough of me. For those of you who do not know who I am, my name is Jason Dave, and don’t let anyone’s theatrics or these false prophets give you false hope. I am, the real fucking deal. I’m the only one here who’s brought gold to prove it. Some of you I saw just from walking down the entrance ramp, recognized this glorious piece of jewelry in the EHWF championship and that warms my heart.

A mix of the fans in attendance cheered in reference to EHWF. Jason nodded in approval, scruffing his beard to emit the act of thinking.

Dave: Now, someone of you might wonder why I am here. Some of you must be wondering why am I, Jason Dave, God’s Gift to Pro Wrestling, is spending his time here in IPW, a small new indie company. Why would I start with this company from the ground up and work with Joshua Samson on his project, a man who doesn’t have the greatest history with me, and for those of you who are not aware, Samson didn’t like that I as a single wrestler was better than the entirety of his Samson Family, and shipped me off before I could take out his golden child in Bill Ryder. Him and I also have had a long standing, tumultuous history, but him and I have an outspoken respect for each other and know we’re just doing what’s best for our own careers. I digress though.

Jason swings the microphone around in his hand, removing the EHWF championship off of his shoulder and placing it down to his feet. With his free hand, he raised his index finger in the direction of the EHWF nameplate with his name branded on it.

Dave: I helped raise EHWF to the standards that it currently sits at and I am proud of it and as much as I want to do the same here with IPW, I can’t help but find myself stuck on the thought of gaining my revenge. I got screwed out of being the man of EHWF earlier than intended and as moronic as that sounds, I’d like to explain it maybe more clearly or in more sophisticated standards. I am the man of EHWF and this championship proves that. All I want is to be the man of IPW, the company that Joshua Samson runs, the man that screwed me out of months of the limelight. He screwed me out of my time to run EHWF not alone, but side by side with my best friend. So it’s simple: I’m going to take the limelight, I’m going to take hold of this company, and I’m going to be the man of IPW.

Jason nodded his head, the fans giving their approval in the form of cheering and jeers. Some of the fans could be seen heading to the restrooms and booths looking to purchase Jason Dave gear. He notices and smiles, pointing in the direction of the fans.

Dave: Look at that Joshua, I haven’t even wrestled my first match here yet and you already got people heading to the booths to buy my gear. I’m just that kind of guy who has that impact, who has that charisma that you need. I have the track record to prove it, and maybe everyone here hasn’t seen it, but I know you damn well have laid your eyes upon me and watched as I succeeded. So go ahead, throw whoever you want, but you know as well as I do what I am capable of. You can throw your golden child at me, you can throw your wife at me, sick Oliver Black on me, toss all the hot takes that you want in my face, sink your filthy claws into my skin, do whatever it is you need to do to try to keep me down, but one way or another, I will be the inaugural IPW champion.

Jason dropped the microphone, his music returning to the speakers from when it previously stopped. He reached down, picking up the EHWF championship and patting it as he rose it above his head. The small indie crowd was excited by his words and praised him with cheers and were already sporting some of his products that they had bought during his speech. Jason exited the ring and makes his way up the ramp.

Mitchell: For a first impression, Jason Dave did more than make a good one.

Torres: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit!

The crowd cheers.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Nicosia, Cyprus but now residing in Newhaven, East Essex, England...he weighs in at eighty-two kilograms and stands at one point seventy-three meters….he is “The Hot Take”....COREY LAZARUUUUUUSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Mitchell: Corey Lazarus has been very quick to alienate much of the fans in Iconic Pro Wrestling earlier last week with a promotional video he submit on the official website. He’s really going to have to back up his confident talk tonight.

Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Miami, Florida...he weighs in at two hundred and forty-four pounds….standing at a height of six feet six inches….he is “The Ladies Man”...MICHAEL MADDOOOOOXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Outcast” by Skarlett Riot blasts over the PA systems as the crowd erupts in cheer As Mike Maddox makes his way on the stage and shakes his hips wearing his trademark Leather Jacket Engraved with The Ladies Man on It Maddox then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring shaking the ropes violently before throwing his leather jacket out to the ground and then running over to the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms at the crowd as they cheer Maddox then jumps down and awaits the start of the match with a confident look on his face.

Mitchell: Michael Maddox is a well versed journeymen in the sport most notably with several stints in EHWF. Lazarus will definitely have his hands full tonight as the Ladies Man will be looking to show everyone he has what it takes!

Lazarus can't help but smirk as he waits patiently for the referee to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---“Hot Take” Corey Lazarus vs. ”Ladies Man” Michael Maddox---

Both Icons begin to circle around one another as they patiently wait for an opening to appear. The circling continues for just a few seconds longer until Lazarus finally steps forward and blasts Maddox in the mouth with a leaping forearm smash. He follows it up with a second before shooting him across the ring. Lazarus waits for Maddox to come back on the rebound before sending him down to the mat with an armdrag! Maddox pops back up to his feet and tries his luck again, almost amazed by the fact that Lazarus managed to start the match the way that he did.

Once again, Lazarus manages to catch Maddox with an armdrag! Maddox pops back up to his feet again and then feints a third charge, though he stops himself when Lazarus drops to the mat to once again attempt an armdrag! This time, Maddox runs forward and blasts Lazarus with a forearm smash of his own to shift the momentum!

Mitchell: Michael Maddox gets all the credit in the world, because despite the flashiness of his wrestling style...the man knows what he's doing in the ring!

Lazarus fires back with one of his own, the two men beginning to exchange vicious strikes in the middle of the ring. They battle back and forth with absolutely no sign that they are even going to come close to backing down: Lazarus, Maddox, Lazarus, Maddox, Lazarus, Maddox. Finally, Maddox is able to take control by hitting Lazarus with a few strikes in a row. Lazarus staggers back from the impact but nonetheless tries to charge forward for another of his own---only to have Maddox leap into the air and knock him groggy with an enziguri!

Lazarus drops to a knee but immediately tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Maddox leap into the air and nail him with a dropkick! Lazarus crashes to the mat hard. Maddox tries to dive on top of him for the cover. Lazarus rolls out of the way and grabs the ropes, using them to pull himself back up to his feet. Despite his efforts, Maddox quickly closes the gap and pulls Lazarus toward the middle of the ring. He tries to pull Lazarus in for a double underhook, but Lazarus spins out of Maddox's grasp and instead delivers a backslide pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Th...Maddox kicks out!

Mitchell: Corey Lazarus has been very impressive in this match, but I have a feeling that we're still a long way from having this match come to an end.

Both Icons pop back up to their feet. Lazarus kicks Maddox in the ribs and gets him to double over in pain. Lazarus grabs Maddox's head and tries to set him up for a swinging neckbreaker. Maddox spins out of Lazarus' grasp. Lazarus recovers and turns around to face Maddox, who steps forward and nails him with an elbow shot to the mouth. Lazarus stumbles back from the impact as Maddox bounces off of the ropes to pick up speed. Lazarus goes for a crossbody, but Maddox responds by catching Lazarus with a mafia kick to the chest!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Lazarus slowly tries to drag himself back up to his feet, only to have Maddox bounce off of the ropes and nail him with a running big boot! Lazarus looks up at the lights as Maddox smirks—only to leap into the air and land on Lazarus with a standing shooting star press! The fans cheer loudly for the display. Maddox hooks the leg for the cover.

One…

Two…

Th...Lazarus kicks out!

Mitchell: This is what Maddox does best, and if he can get going...this is going to become a very interesting match...

Lazarus creates a bit of space as he tries to drag himself back up to his feet using the ropes to speed the process up a bit. Maddox grabs Lazarus and tries to drag him toward the center of the ring, only to have Lazarus shove him away. Maddox staggers a few steps before regaining his balance. Lazarus steps forward and elbows him in the mouth. Lazarus then drives his knee hard into Maddox's ribs. He grabs him by the head and uses the ropes to help him deliver a tornado DDT! Lazarus hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Th...Maddox kicks out!

Lazarus smirks as Maddox slowly tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Lazarus hits Maddox with a series of hard strikes to try and wear him down. He then tries to send Maddox down to the mat with a spinning backfist. Maddox manages to duck underneath the attempt! Before Lazarus can fully recover, Maddox leaps into the air and sends Lazarus to the mat with a spinning heel kick!

Groggily, Lazarus tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Maddox grabs Lazarus from behind and tries to wrestle him into position for a German suplex. Lazarus responds by knocking Maddox away from him with a series of elbow shots! Lazarus bounces off of the ropes and catches Maddox on the rebound with a hurricanrana. He covers.

One...

Two...

Th...Maddox kicks out!

Mitchell: That was close!

Lazarus grabs Maddox and drags him back up to his feet. He begins to wear him down with a series of strikes once again, using his elbows in particular to great effect. While Maddox struggles to hold himself upright, Lazarus bounces off of the ropes. He appears as though he's looking for a slingblade. Maddox charges at him and cuts Lazarus off with a leg lariat! Lazarus tries to drag himself back up to his feet as Maddox steps out onto the apron. He waits until Lazarus is standing before springboarding off of the ropes and catching Lazarus with a crossbody--hooking the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr...Lazarus KICKS OUT!

Lazarus tries to pull himself back up to his feet, looking slightly frustrated with the way that the match has gone. Maddox nails Lazarus with a hard kick that knocks him groggy before bouncing off of the ropes and planting Lazarus on the mat with a clothesline! Maddox once again tries to go for the cover.

One...

Two...

Thre...Lazarus kicks out again!

Maddox pops back up to his feet and lines himself up with Lazarus. He leaps into the air and lands on Lazarus' chest with a double foot stomp. Lazarus lies on the mat as Maddox notices just how close Lazarus is to the turnbuckle. A smile comes across his face.

Mitchell: I don’t think that smile is a good smile on Maddox’s face right now. He must have something sinister in that brain of his.

Maddox finally reaches the top rope. He turns and glances back at Lazarus one final time before leaping off and trying to land on with a moonsault!

Mitchell: Look at the big man fly!

Lazarus rolls out of the way just in time. Maddox crashes hard into the mat instead! Lazarus quickly grabs Maddox and rolls him up, pulling the tights for extra support. The referee drops to count.

One…

Two…

Three!!

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

Mitchell: Corey literally stole this match right from Michael’s grasps! Holy cow!

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---Backstage---

The stream returns to the backstage area of the Regent Theatre to show the masked Red Dragon, femur in hand, standing over a laid out semi conscious Johnny Franklin Kobain, who is holding the back of his head.

Red Dragon: JFK, you believe that it was just a simple match? Did you think you could simply walk away with a victory? Think again. Welcome to the Darkness!

The Minister of Evil cackles evilly before giving the downed JFK the once over and turning to walk away.

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Torres: The following is a tag team match that is scheduled for ONE FALL with a fifteen minute time limit!

The crowd explodes in cheers.

"I Get Off" by HaleStorm starts to play as Tiffany comes walking out to the ring the fans give a mixed reactions as she walks down the entrance as she gets to the ring she jumps up on the mat doing the spilts as she slides in under the bottom ropes.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Manhattan, New York….weighing in one hundred and thirty pounds...standing at a height of five feet five inches….she is TIFFANY PRADDDDDAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: This Lady Icon is a former wrestling organization owner and is no stranger to the business. After she was forced to close her company down, Tiffany took a sabbatical but now has decided the time is right to make her return but not as an owner but as a Lady Icon of Iconic Pro Wrestling!

With a cry of the wildcat and a crack of the whip ”Wildcat” by Jim Johnston begins to play over the arena's PA- and the Wild Cat Savannah appears from backstage! Dropping her robe to reveal ringwear meant to test the venue's (and the network's) decency regs she begins to make her way to the ring- stopping here and there, teasing friend and foe alike with a smile on her face as she enjoys herself. Her flirting ways don't stop at the ring, either, teasing the ref just as badly as she teased the Tyler Mitchell.

Torres: Her partner for tonight...coming to the ring next hailing from Seattle, Washington...she weighs in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is the “Wild Cat”....SAVANNAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: And her she is the new and improved Savannah. The Wild Cat has made it clear that she has been holding everything back the past few years and now has vowed to show the world her true self!

”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember plays and Stasi Herveaux makes her way down to the ring.

Torres: And their opponent...coming to the ring first hailing from Pasadena, California….weighing one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is STASI HERVEAUUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: I’m very intrigued by Stasi. Not only does she have an exotic French name but she’s basically a rookie to this sport. My reports say she is also employed by Division and she picked up her first professional win there last week. Congratulations go out to her.

With ”Mama Said Knock You Out” by LL Cool J playing in the background Jessie walks out onto the stage and starts to bounce around trying to get loose. She waited for a few moments before she walked down and slaps hands with a few fans as she does this before she stops at the steps slapping the top of them before getting in the ring. She then get in and bounces around then if she is out on her own look at the enterance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.

Torres: And her partner for tonight...she hails from Iowa City, Iowa….she weighs one hundred and forty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….she is the “Hawkeye Warrior”....JESSIE ROBERTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mitchell: Congratulations also go out to Jessie for becoming a Foxy Boxing champion at Kat’s Foxy Boxing Federation! Iconic Pro Wrestling will ALWAYS acknowledge the accolades our Icons and Lady Icons accomplish away from our company.

The Wild Cat steps into the ring, looking just as overly confident as she has in recent weeks. Stasi takes her place in the ring for her team; her and Jessie exchanging a few final words before the match begins. The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

---Tag Team Match: Tiffany Prada and ”Wild Cat” Savannah vs. Stasi Herveaux and ”Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

Stasi puts her speed on display as she quickly circles around the ring and waits for an opening to appear. Savannah decides that she's not going to wait, instead stepping forward and blasting the rookie in the mouth with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third, Stasi stumbling back from the impact. Savannah tries to shoot Stasi across the ring. Stasi reverses the Irish whip attempt and steps toward the middle of the ring, only to have Savannah deliver a running facebuster on the rebound. Savannah grabs Stasi by the hair and slams the back of her head into the mat time after time before the referee finally forces Savannah away. Savannah, of course, is less than thrilled.

Mitchell: We've been witnessing a very different Wild Cat in recent weeks and this appears to be no exception. I’m not sure these Lady Icons know what they've gotten themselves into with her!

Stasi finally pulls herself back up to her feet. Savannah steps toward her once again and tries to grab her, only to have Stasi just barely shove her away. Savannah staggers just a step before regaining her balance. Stasi uses the opening to charge at Savannah. The Wild Cat throws out an arm in an effort to catch Stasi with a clothesline, but Stasi ducks underneath it. She bounces off of the ropes and hits The Wild Cat with a handspring back elbow on the rebound!

The fans begin to jeer as The Wild Cat pulls herself back up to her feet. Stasi charges at her once again. Savannah tries to respond by lifting Stasi into the air for some kind of slam, Stasi instead catches her by surprise with a headscissors takedown! Before Savannah can bring herself back to her feet, Stasi bounces off of the ropes and hits her with a running dropkick! Stasi hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two

T---Savannah kicks out!

Mitchell: That was too close! Stasi almost had a major upset!

Stasi calls for the fans to start cheering. They oblige as Stasi grabs Savannah and starts to bring herself back up to her feet. Stasi catches Savannah with a chop to the chest and then a second.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

Stasi grabs hold of Savannah and tries to pull her in. Before she can do anything else, Savannah reaches up and begins to claw away at Stasi's eyes. Stasi stumbles back blindly as Savannah knocks her down to the mat with a forearm shot. Savannah then drags Stasi back to her corner of the ring and tags Tiffany into the match. Tiffany sashays into the ring as the fans boo loudly. She grabs hold of Stasi and snaps off a swinging neckbreaker! Tiffany covers.

One…

Two..

Th...Stasi kicks out!

Mitchell: I thought Tiffany may have had it there! There is a level of viciousness smoldering just below the surface within Tiffany it seems that can over boil any moment now.

Tiffany looks down at Stasi in annoyance for just a moment. She then laughs and begins to slowly walk around her fallen opponent much to the annoyance of both Jessie and almost every fan in attendance. Tiffany then grabs Stasi and tries to drag her back up to her feet. She gets Stasi standing, but before she can do anything else, Stasi leaps into the air and kicks Tiffany in the back of the head with an enziguri! Tiffany stumbles forward, Stasi grabs her, and rolls her up.

One…

Two…

Th...Tiffany kicks out!

Stasi kips back up to her feet, hurries over to her corner of the ring, and tags Jessie into the match!

Mitchell: Hot tag by Stasi to her partner Jessie!

Hands on her hips, Jessie stands on the apron and waits for Tiffany to turn around and face the two of them. As soon as she does, Jessie sends her crashing to the mat with a springboard clothesline! Jessie pops back up to her feet and positions herself over Tiffany, landing on her just a moment later with a leg drop! Jessie hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Th...The Wild Cat enters the ring and breaks up the pin attempt!

She grabs hold of Jessie and slams her head into the mat until the referee forces her away!

Mitchell: Jessie entered the match impressively, but you almost have to wonder if The Wild Cat is going to be this aggressive for the remainder of the match, things are definitely going to be interesting.

While Jessie groggily pulls herself back up to her feet, Tiffany grabs hold of her from behind. She then plants Jessie back on the mat face-first with a bulldog! Jessie tries to bring herself back up but Tiffany hits Jessie with an uppercut! Jessie staggers. Tiffany backs her up against the ropes. She shoots Jessie across the ring and steps toward the middle of the ring, only to have Jessie launch herself into the air on the rebound and deliver a front somersault clothesline!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Tiffany crashes to the mat hard as Jessie pulls herself back up to her feet. She turns toward The Wild Cat and grins, which causes Savannah to angrily step into the ring. She charges at Jessie, who redirects Savannah's momentum toward Stasi on the apron. Stasi sees it coming and pulls down on the ropes, sending Savannah crashing through them and out to the floor!

Mitchell: Savannah's rage just got used against her!

Tiffany grabs Jessie and tries to spin her around to take advantage of the brief distraction. She hits Jessie in the mouth with a forearm smash that sends the Hawkeye Warrior staggering back. But when Jessie bounces off of the ropes, she uses the momentum to catch Tiffany with Lose Your Teeth (superkick)! Jessie hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Three!

Torres: The winners of this match...Stasi Herveaux and Jessie Roberts!!!

Mitchell: And it’s official...Stasi and Jessie with the clear decisive victory here tonight on Metal!

As Stasi and Jessie have their hands raised in the ring, Savannah, steel chair in hand, slides into the ring and smashes the two women in the back. Jessie, taking the brunt of the shot due to being closes, falls to her knees while the force sends Stasi stumbling forward into the ropes.

Mitchell: WHAT IN THE HELL?!

Like a woman possessed, Savannah swings away on Jessie, causing the Hawkeye Warrior to go prone to her stomach. Getting her bearings, Stasi runs to stop the chair wielding Wild Cat, but is taken off her feet with a devastating side tackle. Tiffany is is quickly back to her feet and putting the boots to the prone Stasi.

Mitchell: Tiffany Prada and Savannah may have lost the match but they’re making a statement after it!

Satisfied with the damage they have dealt, Tiffany and Savannah raise their fists in the victorious fashion to the disdain of the booing crowd.

---Commercial---

Streaming live on YouTube
19 August 2018
From the West Los Angeles National Guard Armory in Los Angeles, California

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Torres: The following match is the Metal Main Event! It is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for ONE FALL with streaming time remaining!

The crowd cheers.

Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from Melbourne, Australia….she weighs in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet….she is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Showtime Champion….BRIANNA RISSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna makes her way down the rampway.

Mitchell: I’m a bit confused concerning the almost sudden change in the behavior of Brianna over the past couple of weeks. If you follow her promotional videos, you’ve seen that the leave of absence her first cousin, Michael Rissi, the owner of EHWF, has taken has seemed to alter her outlook lately. It makes me wonder will that play in part in her performance tonight?

Torres: Coming next to the ring hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina...he weighs in at two hundred and eleven pounds...standing at a height of six feet even….he is the Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Junior Heavyweight Champion...he is “The Artist”....AARON KOSTOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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 a hooded man steps into the halo of light and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. At the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood to reveal himself to be Aaron Kostan, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps. He wipes his feet on the apron, scanning the crowd before stepping through the ropes.

Mitchell: Although we are brand spanking new and haven’t fully defined who is who but I am a big believer that every wrestling company needs a hero to combat the villains. Well if there is anyone that should be pushed as THAT guy than it definitely should be Aaron Koston.

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

NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)

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

Torres: Finally coming to the ring residing in Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….he is the longest reigning Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion...he is “The Nightmare”.....OLIVER BLACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

Mitchell: Oliver Black had some bold tweets on Twitter the past few weeks. He is adamant as the EHWF Heavyweight Champion that he will be the inaugural Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion. I will say this though that it is a very strategic booking move to have the three Icons that are EHWF Champions compete in the Metal main event!

“Whatever by Our Lady Peace” hits the PA and from out behind the curtains, Jason Dave slowly makes his way out onto the stage, with the EHWF championship in hand. He takes a seat at the broadcast table and puts on a headset.

Mitchell: This is an unexpected treat. Welcome to the broadcast table, Mister Dave. What brings you to Metal?

Jason: Well Tyler, you seemed a little lonely out here and I thought who better than I to come out and give some company.

Mitchell: Well that's awfully kind of you Mister-

Jason: Jason, call me Jason. I'm also here to give my support to one of my best friend’s cousins. Along with that, reminding them that they're just warming up the main event scene for me.

Black climbs the stairs and walks along the apron before stepping into the ring where Koston and Brianna immediately go after him. The referee tries to maintain order as Wes Myers pulls Black out of the ring.

Jason: That's smart right there, Oliver Black is a world champion over in EHWF and both Brianna and Kostan are familiar with that. Remind Black that he is on his own here in IPW.

Mitchell: This is the first Metal main event of Iconic Pro Wrestling and Brianna and Kostan ae trying to take it to Oliver Black, this match hasn't even started yet!

Black, removes his elaborate jacket, is clearly upset by what just happened. The referee tells him to get into the ring, but the Nightmare seems like he doesn’t want to listen. Wes Myers starts to argue with the referee, who, in addition to telling Black to get into the ring, also tells Brianna and Koston to stay back. Black shakes his head.

Oliver Back: I don’t need this. I’m out!

Black and Myers start back up the ramp, ignoring the jeers of the crowd.

Mitchell: Oliver Back is walking away from this match!

Jason: What a fucking pussy. Some champion he is.

Aaron Koston and Brianna Rissi head outside, run up the ramp, and knock Black down. The two carry him back to the ring and roll him inside. They slide in and start to hammer away at Black. The referee finally separates the three.

Mitchell: Finally the referee has managed to regain order. And I think we are ready to officially start this main event match!

Jason: Let’s get to work, Tyler.

The referee calls for the bell to start the match.

DING DING DING!!

---Metal Main Event: Triple Threat Match: Brianna Rissi vs. “The Artist” Aaron Koston vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Black immediately heads to the outside before Koston and Brianna can get their hands on him. The referee orders him back into the ring. Black gets up on the apron as Aaron Koston comes close.

Jason: This is exactly what I expected from Oliver Black. This match has barely begun and he's already showing terrible value to this company.

Mitchell: Hopefully, the referee can convince him to continue on with this match.

Jason: I honestly doubt it.

Suddenly, Black grabs Aaron by the head and jumps down, pulling Koston’s head down over the top rope. Koston snaps back, holding his neck. This allows Black the chance to get back into the ring and charge Brianna, who catches Black with an armdrag.

Mitchell: The very best of EHWF are in the ring right now battling it out for the very first time! This is definitely a wrestling treat!

Jason: Excuse me Tyler, the very best of EHWF is sitting beside you. Black ain't shit without his goons, Kostan is permanently mediocre, and Brianna is the only one with any wrestling ability of some quality.

Black gets back to his feet. Brianna comes in, but is met by a Black European uppercut. From out of nowhere, Aaron Koston catches Black from behind with a German suplex, tossing him up and over. Wes Myers slaps the mat and sreams, “How is this fair to us?!”

Jason: Who even is this Wes Myers? This dude is being a little bitch.

Koston moves in to continue his attack on Black, but Brianna stops him as she wants a piece of him as well. Koston responds with a headbutt to Brianna and then a clothesline. Turning his attention back to Black, Koston is nailed with a clothesline from EHWF Heavyweight Champ.

Mitchell: Aaron Koston and Brianna Rissi seem to be fighting over who gets to beat Oliver Back.

Jason: This is actually quite entertaining.

Black turns around, only to get nailed by a superkick from Brianna, which sends him through the ropes and on to the apron. Brianna then drills Koston with a superkick. Black starts to pull himself up with the ropes. Brianna is there to slingshot him into the ring and then knocks him down with a dropkick. Brianna gets to her feet and gets the crowd behind her.

Mitchell: Brianna has taken charge here tonight; she’s standing tall!

Jason: It's that Rissi bloodline right there. I see a lot of her cousin, my friend, Michael Rissi in her. She's gonna do some great things.

Getting into position, Brianna pulls Black into a cobra clutch. Black tries to break the hold, but it is Koston that breaks the hold by grabbing Brianna and tossing her up and over with a German suplex. Brianna and Black hit the mat, causing Brianna to break the hold. Black rolls under the ropes. Brianna starts to pick herself up off the mat.

Jason: Go kick his ass, Brianna.

Koston pulls Brianna up off the mat and pulls her into a suplex position. He tries to lift Brianna, but Brianna blocks it. He tries again and this time gets her up, but Brianna manages to slip out and land behind Aaron. Brianna then shoots the ropes and nails a flying forearm smash.

Mitchell: Brianna caught Aaron Koston completely by surprise. It is clear Brianna and Aaron have decided not to work together anymore.

Jason: No need to, Brianna is the dominate one here. She's got this in the bag, I can already tell.

Brianna bounces off the ropes again, but this time, she is caught by Oliver Black. He tosses her into the air and nails her with a European uppercut as she comes down. Black catches Koston with an Irish whip and launches him into the air, connects with a European uppercut, before he then slumps against the ropes trying to catch his breath.

Jason: Oliver with an impressive sequence, but I think he's just trying to cop a feel of her. He probably hasn't had a woman touch him in years.

Mitchell: Um, Jason, you do know that Oliver likes guys, right? Nonetheless, all three Icons have been putting on a great show so far!

Brianna gets to her feet, charging Black, who lowers the ropes and lets Brianna go over the top. Brianna manages to hold onto the ropes and picks herself up. She blocks a punch from Black, then nails him with a hard right, than another and another which knocks Black down. As he starts to get to his feet, Brianna slingshots over the ropes and drops a leg drop. She hooks the leg as she transitions into a pin.

Jason: The first pin attempt of the evening! Tyler, I see why you would like this commentating gig! This is great!

Mitchell: It is, isn’t it?!

One…

Two…

Aaron pulls Brianna off Black and drills her into the mat with a spiked DDT. He hooks Brianna’s leg for the cover.

Mitchell: Aaron goes for the cover!

One…

Two…

Black breaks the pin by hoisting Koston up and flipping him into a gutwrench powerbomb. He rolls on top for the cover.

Mitchell: Where did Oliver Back get the strength to deadlift Aaron Koston?!

Jason: Like you said Tyler, Oliver likes men. He must of got a massive erection and felt the rush of the testosterone and let it fuel him.

Mitchell: Are you sure you're not into guys too?

Jason: I'm sure Tyler, I'm sure. I have a wife and kid at home.

Mitchell: Oh okay, because I’m not here to judge.

One…

Two…

Brianna breaks the pin. She pulls Black up into a headlock, runs, and hits her BrieMode Bulldog.

Mitchell: Brianna may win this!

Jason: She's still my pick to win.

Brianna flips Black over and hooks the leg for the pin.

One…

Two…

Th...Aaron Koston breaks the pin with a knee to Brianna’s head.

Jason: That was going to be the dub right there if Kostan didn't intervene.

Mitchell: What's the dub?

Jason: Man, do you have a lot to learn. The dub is a short way of saying win of victory.

Mitchell: Ah...you learn something new every day.

Koston picks Brianna up. Before he can execute a move, Brianna drops him with a snap suplex. Koston rolls out of the ring, landing on the floor. Brianna moves into position, shaking her leg while waiting for Black to get up.

Jason: Brianna is about to straight up murder Black, watch her power up that leg.

Slowly, Black starts to move. Brianna charges in, but Black manages to avoid a high knee. Black nails Brianna with a Superman punch, sending her out of the ring and down to the floor.

Mitchell: What a counter from Black!

Black rolls out after her. With no other choice, the referee begins his count.

Jason: Motherfuckers, this match better not end in a count out.

One…

Two…

Three…

Black lifts Brianna up off the floor. Brianna is able to slam Black’s head against the barricade.

Four...

Black manages to block a second attempt and nails Brianna with a hard right then shoots him into the barricade.

Five…

Six…

Mitchell: The referee is still counting but I don’t think they care!

Jason: Get the fuck back in the ring and finish this like the Icons you are.

Black charges in, but Brianna manages to lift him over her shoulders and send him into the crowd.

Seven...

Black manages to pull himself back to his feet. Somehow, Brianna has enough left mentally to duck and avoid Koston launching himself off the stairs to try and take out both his opponents.

Eight...

Koston collides with The Nightmare, taking himself and him both down to the Regent Theatre floor.

Nine…

Mitchell: I don’t know where Aaron came from, but that clearly was not what he was planning!

Jason: Probably not Tyler, but look at Brianna taking advantage of the situation!

Brianna rolls into the ring right before the referee reaches ten!

Jason: I fucking called it.

The referee raises both of his hands, all ten fingers spread and then calls for the bell.

Torres: Here is your winner via count out…Brianna Rissi!

Mitchell: Brianna avoids the count out and basically steals the victory tonight!

Jason: This has been a great honor to be a commentator on the opening night of IPW in the main event, thanks for sharing it with me Tyler!

Mitchell: The pleasure was all mine, Jason.

Jason drops the headset at the commentary desk, grabs a microphone and slides into the ring. He applauds Brianna for her victory before hushing the PA.

Jason: Brianna congratulations on winning the very first main event in the history of IPW. You've set the tone for shows to come and that's going to look great for you on paper, but I have some things that need to be cleared up.

Jason takes a few steps forward, EHWF championship in hand. He points down to the title, gazing into her eyes.

Jason: This championship is the crown jewel of the company that your cousin and I built. It's the crown jewel of EHWF and I'm not going to pretend that the Rissi family still doesn't mean anything to me. You all are still family to Jessica and I, but that doesn't change the fact that IPW is an entirely new battleground.

Brianna looks confused and Jason puts up a finger, telling her to hold on.

Jason: I don't mean to take your spotlight, you deserved this victory, you truly did. But I'd rather tell you now instead of waiting, that the door is always open. You'll have people here like Olly who can only stand on the shoulders of his disciples in order to stand tall, but people like you and I, clearly work better on our own. However, if and when the time occurs, when you or I are outnumbered, at the end of the day we are members of the Rissi family and I will always honor that no matter where we stand.

Jason turns around to Oliver Black, sitting outside of the ring still wincing in pain.

Jason: Oliver Black, if that's your way of showing up on night one, then you're even more of a joke than any of us have ever thought. If you think for even a second that you'll stand a chance in becoming the inaugural IPW champion, you better show the fuck up next time.

Mitchell: That is all the time we have tonight! I am “Boy Wonder” Tyler Mitchell saying thank you for joining us here on Iconic Pro Wrestling Metal! Be Iconic!!

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