Chaos - 10 July 2019

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!

“Saints of Los Angeles” by Mötley Crüe blares as the show pans about the capacity crowd of about a thousand or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “Anxiety Is No Joke”, “Mark Storm: The Hero We Didn’t Know We Needed”, and “Welcome To Iconic Country Brady Vega”

“TAPED LIVE FROM THE ICONIC ARENA IN SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA”

Nelson: As always, we have a pretty action packed card for you today.

Crumb: With our next supershow just around the corner, you can bet that every single Icon is going to be on their very best to make sure they make it onto that card.

Rose: I wonder if this drama between those loyal to Brooklyn Holloway and those loyal to Joshua Samson is going to keep going tonight.

The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Samson walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step.

Crumb: Seems like you talked it up, Rose.

Rose: I’ve been known to have that power.

Walking to the top of the ramp, Astrid stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid tilts her head back and takes in the crowd’s energy before facing the ring as the smirk reappeared on her face. She began to make her way down the ramp towards the ramp, emitting a tremendous amount of confidence as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.

At the bottom of the ramp, Astrid scowls and smirks at the same time towards the ring before heading off to the right hand side while holding her hands towards the fans as if to say “talk to the hand”. She quickly hops onto the ring apron and gets to her feet, looking out at the crowd before she enters the ring through the ropes before bending her knees and quickly entering under the middle rope with a twirl. Holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd before hopping down.

Nelson: Well this is an unexpected appearance by Astrid Samson. Samson is not scheduled for Chaos tonight.

Rose: Come on, Patrick, this is ASStrid. She’s thinks she’s so freakin’ privileged that she can come onto the show anytime she damn well pleases.

Crumb: You really need to get professional help, Rose. You hatred of Astrid is kinda unhealthy.

Rose: Shaddup!

Astrid has a microphone in her hand as she walks to the center of the ring. A very mixed reaction is raining down as the Iconic Queen stands tall, looking straight ahead into the camera as she brings the microphone up to her lips.

Astrid: A couple weeks ago everyone witnesses the sheer brutality and totalitarian bullsh*t that Brooklyn Holloway tried to execute. She tried to put forth a vote of no confidence on my husband in an attempt to oust him from power here in IPW. And when she didn’t get her way, she went and had her rabid little bitch Stasi Herveaux on Joshua. He’s not a trainer wrestler so he couldn’t defend himself from the likes of Stasi. He had no idea what to do to counter. Not to mention that it all caught him off guard.

Astrid takes a brief pause, lowering the microphone a bit as she licks her lips before bringing it back up.

Astrid: The events that have transpired since that night… well let’s just say that it seems to me and a few other people that this so called “new regime” is way worse than what they’ve gone an accused Joshua of being, like the clear and blatant abuse of power that is the incarnation of the so called Real Championship.

The crowd gives a solid collective jeer at the mention of the title carried by Stasi Herveaux.

Astrid: Stasi has had numerous shots at a title and has failed every single time. I guess this was the other way she was going to get a strap here… by doing the same thing she accused many others of doing… kissing ass even though she claims that it’s a reward for months of hard work and dedication to the company.

Rose: Well there is no questioning Stasi’s dedication to IPW. She is one of the only original IPW Icons left around here.

Crumb: What about Astrid? Oliver Black? Aaron Kostan?

Rose: I said original, Crumbbum. Those Icons are Transplants.

Astrid: And now… now it is time for it to all come to an end! Because I am challenging that half Russian bitch to a match at Anniversary Armageddon… Now who’s going to come out and accept it… Stasi or that weasel looking twat with the overpriced German car make initials?

Everyone looks to the entrance stage in anticipation of who was going to come out. After a few moments of silence, “This Is The New Sh*t” by Marylin Manson plays and out comes Benedict Mason Wentworth flanked by The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway. The crowd explodes in jeers upon the sight of three-fourths of the New Regime.

Nelson: The Voice of the New Regime escorted by the Muscle of New Regime.

BMW: Mrs. Samson, Mrs. Samson, Mrs. Samson.

The squirrely looking man shakes his head in dismay as he looks down at the ring.

BMW: What power do you think you have within this company to think that you can interrupt this broadcast and issue any kind of challenge to anyone, especially the Real Champion Stasi Herveaux? Do you not realize that the Samson era of Iconic Pro Wrestling is a thing of the past? You are now paying witness to the New Regime. A new era heading into the second year of Iconic Pro Wrestling driven by the creative force of Mrs. Brooklyn Holloway.

Astrid: I should’ve known Brooklyn’s new little errand boy was going to come out because it is clear that Stasi is nothing short of a coward. And I should be the one asking you what kind of power do you think you have? You’re nothing but a mouthpiece for two cows who talk to the ends of the Earth. I have a stake in this company… stocks and all that, including a vote that I never cast. So the question is to you… do you not realize that the Samson era never ended because A, Joshua still is majority owner or whatever title it is and B… there’s still a goddamn Samson around to make yours, Brooklyn’s and Stasi’s lives a living hell.

BMW: You, Mrs. Samson, are no threat to the New Regime. You, Mrs. Samson, are the poster child for an empty shell of a bygone year of inept authority. You are no more a valid threat as an executive officer than you are as an active Icon on this roster. Yet you want to challenge Ms. Herveaux? You have done exactly NOTHING to garner a one-on-one encounter with the Real Champion.

Astrid: There’s nothing real about Stasi’s claims of being a “real champion” because… well, champions defend their titles while all she’s done is talk, talk, talk, talk… on and get into a few silly little Twitter spats. She was telling Brady Vega to put up or shut up… so why doesn’t she heed her own advice and do the same?

BMW: Again, Mrs. Samson, why should she? You are no longer on her radar. Have you not even noticed that Ms. Herveaux is competing in a Contest of Champions main event match tonight against the 2019 Lady of Chaos and Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.

Crowd: Lady Bliss! Lady Bliss! Lady Bliss!

Astrid: Yeah I see that she’s kissed enough ass to get into the main event. But Stasi is a fake, a phony champion because she didn’t do a damn thing to deserve it than beat up a defenseless man because her handler didn’t get what she wanted. Hell, Stasi didn’t even make it past the first round of Lord of Chaos yet… gets handed a belt. Answer this… do you kiss the same spot on Brooklyn’s ass that Stasi does? Or do you pucker up to the other cheek? That “title” put a target in Stasi’s back and now… now it’s in my sights considering that part in part, if it wasn’t for me you, her and those two backwoods mommas tit sucking looking morons wouldn’t have a job. I want to face Stasi… I want to face her at Anniversary Armageddon. And I want to face her with the Real Championship ON… THE… LINE!

Rose: With the viciousness of Stasi right now, ASStrid clearly has a deathwish.

Crumb: Well do you blame her? Stasi did put her husband in a coma.

Nelson: Crumb does have a point, Rose Marie.

BMW: Is that what you really want, Mrs. Samson? Well may whatever gods you worship have mercy on your soul because at the one year anniversary show of Iconic Pro Wrestling everyone will pay witness to Stasi Herveaux sending you to the same hospital bed that your husband once occupied!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS ASTRID SAMSON’S CHALLENGE TO STASI HERVEAUX FOR THE REAL CHAMPIONSHIP AT ANNIVERSARY ARMAGEDDON HAS BEEN ACCEPTED HERE TONIGHT?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I wish it was tonight instead of at Anniversary Armageddon!“

Astrid: Guess it’s a good thing that I don’t worship anybody. But the only one going to the hospital that night… is going to be that Russian mail order bride.

Astrid’s lips turn up into a full fledged smile as she puts a hand on her right hip and starts to laugh.

Astrid: And after I defeat her… I’m coming for you little bitch boy.

The Headhunters begin to move down the ramp but are stopped by BMW.

BMW: No, no, her demise will come in two weeks at the hands of the Real Champion. Until then, Mrs. Samson, savor the days you have left breathing unassisted.

The trio turn and walks backstage. Once they have exited, “Alone In A Room” blares again as Astrid tosses the microphone she had to Herbert Torres before she makes her way out of the ring and up the ramp.

Nelson: What a way to kick off tonight’s broadcast!

Rose: Yeah the impending doom of ASStrid Samson! The only way this night could get any better is if the match was happening tonight.

Crumb: You have a serious problem...

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

“Feuer Frei” by Rammstein plays over the sound system as Jake comes out through the curtain and he wears black MMA gloves with MMA German flag coloured shorts with his name on it with white arrows printed on his shorts.

Torres: From Dusseldorf, Germany, he is The Fiery Target, Jake Raab!

He high fives the fans as he gets into the ring and he does a hold up on the turnbuckle as he gets down from the turnbuckle and does a bow and arrow pose towards the camera before waiting for the match to start.

Nelson: Raab… Raab… that name sounds familiar.

Crumb: Yeah it does and I can’t put a finger on it.

Rose: I hope to god he’s not related to that fat lard Stefan Raab or Lord Raab. Lord Raab was annoying in EHWF and made me want to gag.

Short Change Hero by The Heavy begins to play through the speakers and the lights in the arena simultaneously dim down. Smoke begins to rise from the top of the stage and appearing on the screen above are the following words;

A massive pop ensues as emerging from the back is Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm; who keeps himself composed as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He can't help but allow his sadistic signature smirk to appear upon his lips as he closes his eyes and spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the energy that the audience are giving him as they applaud and cheer.

Torres: From New York, Brooklyn.. weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds - Your Hero, and Mine.. MARRKKKK STORMMMMMM!!!

He begins his walk down the entrance ramp, with a leather coat completing his attire as he comes down the entrance ramp.

This ain't no place for no hero.
This ain't no place for no better man.
This ain't no place for no hero
To call "home."

At this point, Storm is by the edge of the ring; allowing a smile to embed on his face before he jumps onto the apron and holds onto the ropes, using them to help himself up onto the turnbuckle. He's grinning from ear to ear, soaking in the rest of the cheers coming from the audience, shaking his head sideways as he lowers it, before jumping into the ring. Taking off his leather coat, he hands it to the ring announcer before walking over to his designated corner and hoisting himself up onto the second ropes, a smirk upon his lips as he holds his arms up; his theme song slowly diminishing.

Nelson: With both Mark Storm and Jake Raab making their debuts here tonight, one can only wonder what each of these men have in store for the Iconic Professional Wrestling faithful.

Crumb: I just hope that it is a good match because well… because I want a good match.

Rose: I highly doubt it if Jake Raab is who I think he is.

Crumb: You are such a Negative Nancy.

DING DING DING!!!

---Debut Match: “The Fiery Target” Jake Raab vs. “Your Hero, and Mine” Mark Storm---

The two newest Icons circle each other as the crowd roots them on. Storm looks for a front kick. Jake spins away, snapping off a kick of his own that lands on Storm’s midsection. Storm staggers back. Jake hooks his head, looking for a snap DDT. Storm plants his feet and looks to reverse it into a Northern Lights suplex. Jake is able to hold his ground and blast him in the back with a forearm. Storm keeps his grip around his legs and Jake sprawls to keep his position. Storm rolls as Jake moves to hold for a cover, his legs hooked by Jake’s left arm.

One...

Storm ROLLS HIM OVER INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!!!

One…

Two...

Jake REVERSES!!!

One...

Two...

Storm REVERSES!!!

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: After a series of reversals, I am quite intrigued by both Raab and Storm.

Crumb: So far so good in my eyes. But I really hope that they got more or these fans are going to eat them alive.

Rose: All Raabs are boring in the ring. And I bet ASStrid is flipping sh*t… and for that I like that he’s here. Anything to make her mad is good in my books.

Both Icons get to their feet. Storm grabs a front facelock. Jake turns and launches him over into a Northern Lights suplex. Storm hits hard and Jake holds the bridge for the cover.

One…

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Jake sits up and Storm catches him with a jumping knee strike to the side of the head! Jake goes down onto his side and Storm tries for a cover.

On...kick out!

Nelson: Another pin attempt by Storm on Raab. Raab is going to need to do something or he is not going to be winning this match.

Crumb: Storm now has another pin attempt on Jake. Maybe that will shake something within him to get things going?

Rose: I doubt it… all Raabs seem to be denser than… what’s something that’s very dense?

Crumb: Platinum?

Rose: Yeah… that’s… denser that platinum.

Jake pops up, scrambling to the second turnbuckle. Storm jumps up into an enziguri that hits Jake to the back just under the shoulderblades. Jake clutches at his neck. Storm scrambles to the outside, climbing to the top rope. He goes for a rana, but Jake holds on, drops off the turnbuckles, spins and brings the veteran down into a sitout powerbomb.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Now that Raab has managed to turn things around, he needs to keep that going.

Crumb: Both of these men are looking to make an impact and a name for themselves here in IPW.

Rose: Yeah… and unlike other debuts, and redebuts, they at least showed up for their match and it didn’t have to be rescheduled.

Jake pulls Storm up to his feet. Storm throws a punch to the stomach and Jake hammers him in the back with an elbow shot. Storm falls to his knees. Jake tries to pull him up but Storm throws his legs out and then flips through into a hurricanrana. Jake blocks him from taking him down and Storm goes over the other way into a sunset flip.

One...

Two...

THRE... KICK OUT!

Storm goes for a crucifix pin.

One…

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

As they start up, Jake takes Storm over into a backslide.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Rose: Reversal… reversal… reversal… this match is turning into a snoozefest.

Nelson: Come on now, Rose… there is no need to be so negative.

Crumb: Yeah… look at the bright side and see that things are starting to pick up.

Both get to their feet and Storm throws a wicked roaring elbow that staggers Jake. Storm looks for a roundhouse kick but Jake catches his leg. Storm swings his other leg up and hits an enziguri that knocks Jake down onto all fours. Storm jumps on for a rolling cradle.

One...

Two...

Jake REVERSES!!!

One...

Two...

Storm REVERSES!!!

One...

Two...

THRE... KICK OUT!

As they get up, Jake hits a knee lift before grabbing Storm for several Muay Thai knee strikes. Jake hits a spinning hook kick that sends Storm to the mat. Jake jumps on top for the cover.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: OK… maybe I am starting to agree with Rose. But I am trying to stay positive and hope that things pick up.

Nelson: Jake Raab is young and Mark Storm is a veteran and that usually plays into a good, entertaining match.

Rose: Young, experienced, or not… I think I’m going to have to take a pee break.

Jake pops up and Storm follows. Storm kicks Jake in the gut bending him over. Storm then runs to the ropes, springboards off the ropes and hits his Storm Search (springboard Cutter)!

Nelson: THERE IT IS! Storm hits his finisher on Raab.

Crumb: Is it though… is it really? We’ve all seen people kick out of finishers before.

Rose: For the love of god I sure do hope so!

Storm scrambles for the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two...

THREE!!!

Torres: Here is your winner….Mark Storm!!!

Nelson: A well earned victory for Mark Storm in his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut.

Crumb: Hopefully this is a start of good things to come for both Icons.

Rose: I highly, highly doubt it.

The scene opens up and was backstage at the Iconic Arena, in Santa Monica, California. Where we roaming the halls with Mickey Greer and the camera crew by his side. As we continue to walk down the halls. All of a sudden Mickey Greer and the camera come to a sudden a halt in their tracks. As the camera view what they’re looking at, the camera views Drake Jones. Drake who is wearing blue jeans, and a black v-neck t-shirt while pulling his luggage.

“Excuse me, Drake. How are you doing” Mickey Greer says.

“Good man.” Drake replies shortly

As Drake tries to continue past the camera crew and Mickey Greer, he is stopped by them.

“A few moments of your time Drake” Mickey asks.

Reluctantly Drake agrees.

“So Drake we haven’t seen you in a couple of months, what have you been doing”

A little grin appears on Drake’s face.

“I took some much needed time off that I was due.” Drake says.

“And in that time did you evaluate your plans here in IPW” Mickey Asks sarcastically

Drake looks at Mickey with a stare.

“You’re plans. I mean you was on a pretty darn losing streak since your “Much needed time off” I would say.” Mickey replies.

Drake exhales a laugh.

“You know something Mickey I did actually. Not only did I spend time with family and friends I sat down and I thought long and hard and daily about what I was going to do once I return.” Drake says

“And what is that? Can you tell u?” Mickey replies shoving the mic in Drake’s face.

Drake pauses before speaking.

“To be the best in IPW. Watch this space.” Drake replies while walking off screen.

Scene ends.

~~

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

"Surf Club" by St Jhn begins to play and the IPW fans recognize the man stepping through the curtain with the larger gentlemen not far behind. Brady Vega steps into the aisle with his signature Haute Couture mask covering only his nose and mouth, colored contact lenses, and of course he's super animated on his way to the ring in custom designed Louis Vuitton overalls.

Rex, dressed casually in high fashion items walks pridefully behind Brady as the two reach the bottom of the aisle, Vega slides into the ring whereas Rex takes the ring steps. Both men enter the ring and go over strategy while awaiting Brady's opponent.

Nelson: This young man seems full of piss and vinegar.

Rose: Sometimes that’s what it takes to survive.

Crumb: Harsh...

Rose: And yet totally true when you come to this concrete jungle.

The arena lights quickly turn into strobe lights as ”Time To Dance” blares through the speakers. Jodi comes out wearing a long metallic trench coat and white shades. She begins doing karate like moves with the glow sticks. She throws them into the crowd as she dances to the ring. She slides into the ring and continues to dance as the music fades out.

Nelson: This young Lady Icon seems full of hope and dreams upon her return to Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Rose: For what that’s worth!

Crumb: Everyone comes in with dreams and hope, Rose.

Rose: Crap in one hand and hope in the other and tell me which hand fills up faster, Todd!

DING DING DING!!!

---Debut Match: Brady Vega vs. Jodi---

Brady and Jodi circle each other. Brady punches Jodi in the mouth and then runs to the ropes. He rebounds off and comes back with a running knee strike. Jodi goes down towards the far ropes. Jodi starts to get up, making it to her knees before Brady bounces off the opposite ropes. He runs across the ring, looking for a dropkick to the back. Jodi rolls to the left and Brady plunges between the ropes to the floor where he lands on his feet. Jodi grabs the top rope and slingshots herself over into a plancha that smashes Brady to the ground!

Nelson: This match has been rescheduled from the last Chaos and it seems that both Icons are ready to go this time around.

Crumb: Brady Vega got into it on Twitter last week with Stasi Herveaux and she told him to show up, put up or shut up. So now… I guess we will see if he is the person he says he is.

Rose: I don’t know which one of them can talk more… Stasi or Brady. Both seem to really enjoy the sounds of their own voices.

Jodi staggers up and rolls into the ring while Brady reaches for the railing. Brady staggers up as Jodi does the same in the ring. Jodi tries for another slingshot plancha. Brady moves and Jodi crashes to the floor! As she gets up to her knees, Brady gives her a dropkick to the side of the head. Brady grabs her to run her back into the ring. Brady climbs to the edge of the ring and nods, waiting for the right opening. Jodi starts up and Brady jumps up into a springboard spinning heel kick to the back of the head. Jodi goes down hard. Brady covers.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Jodi saving the match for herself by very narrowly kicking out.

Crumb: I hope that Jodi is able to pull the victory out. Because it seems that Brady is… a talker.

Rose: They all are… and then they all end up not living up to it. It’s rare when someone can talk the talk and walk the walk.

Nelson: Well let it not go unmentioned that Vega was a former champion while he was in California Wrestling.

Brady pulls Jodi up and goes for a waistlock. Jodi executes a standing switch and then jumps up into a victory roll.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Both Icons get to their feet. Brady catches her for a flying headscissors takedown. Jodi frees her head and tries to roll into an inside cradle.

One…

Two…

REVERSAL!!!

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Both of these Icons seem to be paying very close attention to what the other one is doing.

Crumb: I believe that to be true. Both Brady and Jodi seem to be able to tell what the other one is going to do and then reverse it so that.

Rose: They’re trained professional athletes and that’s part of the training… read your opponent and counter them so that you come out on top. It’s common sense.

Brady gets up into the corner. Jodi rushes in looking for a running high knee. Brady moves and Jodi hits the top turnbuckle hard. As she falls to her back, Brady hops up to the top turnbuckle. Steadying himself for a quick moment, he leaps off and connects with Malicious Intent (phoenix splash)!

Nelson: Vega with his Malicious Intent and I think… I think this might be it for Jodi.

Crumb: I don’t think there’s any coming back from that.

Rose: Jodi is out cold.

Brady covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Nelson: And Brady Vega has won his debut match here in Iconic Professional Wrestling. What more does he have in store?

Crumb: Only time will be able to tell. But I have a feeling this was only an appetizer for what’s in store.

Rose: Seriously though… we’ve seen enough of his type and they always end up leaving about as quickly as they come in. Will he be the one to break that streak? I don’t know.

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

A spotlight flickers at the top of the ramp, giving light to the otherwise dark arena as ”Laughing Bloody Murder” by Cinema Strange plays from the speakers. It flickers a few times before finally staying, except when it does suddenly Chester appears in the middle of the spotlight. He stands with a grin, as he grasps his cane tightly in his left hand. Chester then takes a step back with his left foot to motion to the entrance that leads to the back. Out from the darkness stalks Lucy Fuhr. She drags her feet against the ramp. Chester swiftly lifts his hand to stop her which she does once she reaches his side. It is then, much to the disgust of the crowd, he holds her by the chin and brushes her hair with his hand. Lucy Fuhr stares emptily into his eyes before matching his grin with one of her own. She then continues to stalk forward, eyes focused on the ring. Chester walks a few steps behind her as he shouts to the crowd. She slithers under the ropes to the center of the ring, where she stares at the crowd. The spotlight follows her the whole time. After a few seconds, she rises to one knee before rising completely. Her music continues to play as she stares curiously into the crowd with her head slightly bent to the side.

Nelson: The enigmatic Lucy Fuhr making her way to the ring looking to add yet another win here in Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Crumb: After defeating Lana Jacobs last Chaos, Lucy will really be facing a challenge tonight against a fellow Lady Icon that is on a win streak.

Rose: It hurts my tongue to say this but I agree with you, Todd. This should turn out to be a very interesting match.

The opening electronic strings of "Warrior" fade into the arena, growing louder as it progresses. The lights start pulsing in time with the start of the drumbeat, and as the lyrics begin a figure appeared silhouetted against the backdrop.

♫ I got my head high, my chest out, my eyes open wide
I got no fear, got no doubt and, god, I feel alive ♫

The spotlight kicked on, shining down onto Kasey Winterborn. With a slight smile on her face and determination in her eyes, she raises her hands in the air to the overwhelming cheers of the crowd.

♫ I'm not stopping for ya, I'm a fucking warrior
I'm a warrior
Wa-wa-warrior, wa-wa-warrior
Walking through fire like I'll never learn
Waiting forever and now it's my turn
Stronger than ever, I'm ready to burn
Na-na-na na-na-na, I'm a warrior ♫

After a moment of posing, she smiles and begins her descent down the ramp. Along the way she looks around at the crowd cheering for her, reaching out and slapping hands with a couple of fans at ringside. She slides into the ring under the bottom rope and kips up to her feet, where she runs and leaps up to the middle rope at the turnbuckle and glances out at the crowd, smiling as she raises a fist in the air.

Crumb: Kasey has an almost cult like following.

Nelson: Well she is a veteran within this sport, Crumb.

Rose: She’ll need all the support of that cult like following in this match. This one should be a rock’em sock’em knock down affair!

---Lucy Fuhr vs. Kasey Winterborn---

Before the bell can ring to make the match officially underway, Lana Jacobs crawls from underneath the ring. In her hand is the broom handle attached to an oversized mallet head from last Chaos. The crowd explodes in boos at the sight of the deranged Lady Icon. Neither Lucy or Kaey realise Lana’s presence at ringside yet.

Crumb: Er… what in the heck is Lana Jacobs doing out here?!

Nelson: With her giant mallet once again!

Rose: Although she is clearly a nutcase, I think I like her.

Lana waves the mallet at the crowd before sliding into the ring behind Lucy. Kasey now spotting Lana steps out of the ring and dropping down to the floor. Lucy raises her hands up at Kasey wondering what is going on. Unsuccessfully, Chester is on the floor attempting to alert his client of the in-ring danger behind her.

Nelson: For the second consecutive Chaos, Winterborn is getting the hell out of dodge!

Crumb: And for the second consecutive Chaos, that is a very smart decision on her end.

Looking evilly upon the unsuspecting Lucy for a brief moment, Lana nails her in the back with the mallet! Willow crumples forward to fall upon the middle rope. Lana brings the mallet down across her back again!

Crumb: WHAT IN THE…

Nelson: Lana Jacobs has gone and lost it, attacking Lucy Fuhr with that mallet much like she did Willow Rainn two weeks ago!

Rose: You know this is all revenge from last Chaos when the two faced off and Lana submitted to Lucy.

Security rushes to the ring. Seeing them enroute, a giggling Lana slides out the other end of the ring to the floor. Chester enters the ring to check on Lucy as Lana, with the mallet on his shoulder, skips up the ramp to the back.

Nelson: We will be back right after this, folks.

The scene opens up with Aaron Kostan and Butterscotch Monroe center frame, chatting before the cameraman gives the cue.

Butterscotch: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Two weeks ago Mickey Greer took my place in an interview with IPW’s Television Champion because I was held up. This week, however, we both made it to the set at the right time, so please welcome my guest, “The Artist” Aaron Kostan!

Cheers can be heard coming from the arena as Aaron waves towards the camera with a smile.

Aaron: As always, thank you for having me Mrs. Monroe.

Butterscotch: Well, of course the first thing I want to discuss with you is the main event two weeks ago. Leading up to the match you seemed rather confused about how to feel. Of course, you always talk about staying focused, being professional, and doing your job...so what was it about this matchup that made that less clear?

Aaron: As you know, there are many factors. There are many ways I could answer that. You know, on the Chaos before that I defeated Kono Masaki in defense of my title, then I got blindsided by Oliver Black who made an effort to go aaaaaall the way around the arena and run through the crowd just to hit me in the back with a steel chair instead of coming down the ramp and facing me like a man. So it could be that, it could be my history with Oliver, it could be the fact that I didn’t want to get caught up in whatever is going on between the Masaki brothers. Their manager can deny that the Sons of Gold are collapsing, and maybe he’s right...but that still seems to be an unhealthy relationship they have going on there.

Butterscotch: Of course all of that is old news. You spoke about that in your promo. Here’s the real question...Is it possible that you were confused because Greer might have been right?

Aaron: Maybe I’m confused because I signed a contract to be a wrestler, just like everyone else in this business, but everybody is acting like we signed contracts to be actors in a soap opera. I would love to say that it was because of merit that I was in the main event on the last Chaos. I would love to tell you that it was me being the longest reigning, most successful Television Champion that got me to that last spot on the card. I would love to tell my fans that being the hardest worker is what helped me achieve the high honor of closing out the show, but we know that isn’t true. We both know it was drama that earned me, Oliver, and the Sons of Gold that main event.

Butterscotch: But was Mickey right about you needing Oliver to be relevant?

Aaron paused and thought long and hard about his response.

Aaron: No. I don’t need Oliver to be relevant. I have been the Television Champion almost as long as he was IPW Heavyweight Champion, and it hasn’t been easy. I have had to defend against top tier talent to keep this belt. I’m relevant, and I’m still the Television Champion because I am good at what I do, at what I signed that contract for.

Butterscotch goes to ask another question but Aaron cuts her off.

Aaron: However...in a world where potential drama is currency...yes…I needed Oliver Black and Kono and Hiro. I needed that perfect storm of family drama and narcissistic nightmare to be in that particular main event on the last Chaos.

Monroe waits to make sure he is done this time before continuing.

Butterscotch: You seem a bit angry to have to admit that.

Aaron: I’m not angry. I’m just honest. Skill got me to the Television Championship and to the top of this company, but drama got me to the main event, just like it got Stasi to the main event this week.

Butterscotch: But see, that’s the thing. Two weeks ago you talked more about Oliver than you did your opponents, the Sons of Gold. This week you talked more about Oliver, Mickey Greer, and Brooklyn Holloway more than Hiro. For someone who doesn’t like the drama, you talk about it a good deal.

Aaron: You know what? You’re right. This week I am wrestling Hiro Masaki, who is probably the most professional, most worthy challenger to the belt I’ve had since this reign started. But I’m not stupid. Both Oliver Black and Kono Masaki are an ever present threat to this match tonight, and it would be almost criminal to stay silent on their destructive behavior and potential danger of them influencing the outcome of this Television Championship match which should end with nothing less than the best wrestler’s hand raised.

Oliver: And so it shall…

Oliver Black sulked on screen from the darkness.

Aaron: Listen I got a big match tonight and I'm not here to argue with you abo…

Black held up a hand in protest cutting off the television champion mid sentence.

Oliver: Nor am I, Aaron, because frankly I agree with you. You have held that championship longer than any other television champion before you.

Oliver stated very calmly, almost kindly as he stalked closer to Aaron Kostan.

Oliver: And you have successfully stayed relevant with skill… and with your honor intact.

The two men were face to face as they stood momentarily in silence before the face of Butterscotch Monroe squeezed between and interjected.

Butterscotch: Then Oliver, what ARE you doing here?

Oliver backed off from Kostan as a big grin smeared across his face.

Oliver: To wish an old friend… good luck.

Oliver winked at Aaron Kostan before walking off screen, patting Aaron on the back as he passed. A confused Butterscotch and Aaron exchanged looks.

Oliver: Go get 'em champ!

Oliver can be heard from off screen.

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

"Sweet But Psycho" Plays as Lana Jacobs comes out with a spongebob squarepants doll as she skips to the ring as she gets in she sets the doll down as she leans in to hear what it says as she smirks before turning around to the ref.

Nelson: We have already seen this Lady Icon a few moments ago ruin the matchup between Lucy Fuhr and Kasey Winterborn.

Crumb: Lana is clearly not on this plane of existence if you ask me.

Rose: But no one asked you, Crumbbum.

Crumb: Hey!

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: I do not know what it is about Jessie Roberts, but I cannot help but root for her every time she steps foot into that ring.

Crumb: She does seem to always get the fans on her side and she has a lot of fight in her.

Rose: You both seem to forget how lucky she can get.

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

DING DING DING!!!

---Lana Jacob vs. “Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

Jessie and Lana both begin to circle around the ring, waiting for an opening to appear. When it doesn't happen, the two grapple up in the center of the ring. Lana immediately uses the close positioning to her advantage, blasting Jessie in the face with a forearm smash. She follows it up with a second and then a third. Lana backs Jessie up against the ropes and fires off a few chops to try.

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOOO!

Lana then grabs Jessie and shoots her across the ring. Lana steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Jessie on the rebound. Jessie tries to use this to her advantage, going for a handspring back elbow! Lana steps out of the way just in time and Jessie hits the mat instead! Jessie pulls herself back up. Lana hurries over and lifts Jessie into the air for an inverted atomic drop!

Nelson: A nice start to this match for Lana Jacobs.

Crumb: She seems like she'd like to take a very aggressive approach here!

Rose: That's when she’s at her best! I respect this decision!

Jessie Roberts recovers from the inverted atomic drop as Lana Jacobs leaps into the air and hits the Hawkeye Warrior with a dropkick! Jessie crashes hard to the mat but wisely rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull herself back up to her feet. Lana tries to close the gap between the two. Jessie steps forward from the ropes and hits Lana in the mouth with an elbow shot. She follows it up with a second as Lana continues to stumble back. Jessie charges forward. Lana responds by lifting Jessie into the air. She goes to slam her to the mat, but Jessie catches her by surprise with a headscissors takedown!

Lana tries to pull herself back up, but Jessie runs and delivers a running dropkick! Jessie tries to go for the cover, but Lana quickly rolls over toward the nearest corner and uses it to pull herself back up to her feet. Jessie waits until Lana is standing before charging at her in the corner. Lana sees it coming, steps forward, lifting Jessie into the air and dropping her down onto the turnbuckle padding! She drops down and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Lana Jacobs is trying her hardest to get Roberts down for the count but she is going to have to do much more than that.

Crumb: Jessie has a track record of finding that second wind and Lana is… well it looks like she’s a fruit loop if you know what I mean.

Rose: Oh she is… clearly.

Jessie slowly tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Glaring at her angrily, Lana waits until Jessie is standing before stepping forward and trying to kick her head off with a superkick! Jessie ducks underneath the kick and in one smooth motion, sweeps Lana's leg out from underneath her! Lana crashes hard to the mat. Jessie lifts her up and proceeds to send her back down with Splitting Headache (front suplex to facebuster on knee)! The fans cheer as Jessie hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Whenever Jessie shows off her athleticism, you can't help but be impressed!

Rose: I was appreciating the aggression from Lana, but I guess we just saw the main downside to it!

Lana drags herself back up to her feet with the help of the ropes. Jessie closes the gap, firing off a few quick kicks into Lana's ribs to try and wear her down. Lana decides to aggressively fight back, hitting Jessie in the mouth with a European uppercut! Jessie stumbles back and nearly loses her footing. She recovers and tries to charge at Lana, only to have Lana lift him into the air for a back body drop! Jessie lands on her feet behind Lana and waits for her to turn around. As soon as Lana does so, Jessie charges and sends Lana crashing to the mat with a sling blade! Lana tries to pull herself back up to her feet, though she's much groggier than she'd probably like to be. Jessie takes advantage of this by closing the gap and sending Lana right back down with a Hawkeye Pride (sitout powerbomb)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS….

Rose: You really need to find a new catchphrase. You’ve beaten that horse dead.

Jessie stays down for the cover.

One…

Two...

THREE!

Torres: The winner of this match...Jessie Roberts!!!

Nelson: A very well earned victory by Jessie Roberts.

Rose: Lana tried… but sadly she falls to zero and two.

Crumb: Hopefully she doesn’t try to hit anyone with her Looney Toons mallet again.

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

"Shakedown" by The Score plays as Kono Masaki makes his way to the ring.

Nelson: Kono Masaki and his brother have both given every match they have had their all but tonight he has a big task ahead of him in Oliver Black.

Crumb: Kono has a tremendous amount of heart and tenacity. I really think that he has what it takes to push Oliver to his limit.

Rose: Besides, Oliver has seemed pretty distracted with this masked guy… or girl.

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, bass 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: Residing in Brooklyn New York... He is The Nightmare, Oliver Black!

With the announcement of his name the feathered shoulders of his entrance jacket burst open into a large pair of black wings! Oliver stands there a moment soaking in the crowd’s 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!

Nelson: Oliver Black sure is a showboat and I wonder will he get back to the wrestler he was when he was champion? He does not seem to be the same since he lost the Heavyweight Championship to Lady Bliss.

Crumb: Would you be the same if someone took away something you held for as long as he did, Patrick?

Rose: Thankfully someone ended that boring reign. Lady Bliss is already a better champion than he ever was. Look how many times she defended her title in one night!

The referee looks at both Icons to make sure they are ready for the upcoming match. Oliver Black paces back and forth in an effort to calm himself down. Kono smirks and waits until the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

---Kono Masaki vs. “The Nightmare” Oliver Black---

Kono steps forward and mutters something that only Oliver Black can hear. The Nightmare stops and glares at him for a moment. Kono grins and practically dares Oliver to bring the fight to him. Unfortunately for Kono, that is exactly what Oliver decides to do. Almost immediately, Oliver runs across the ring and begins to nail Kono in the mouth with a series of hard right hands. Punch after punch after punch connects with Kono's mouth. Kono desperately tries to create space between himself and Oliver, though he is unable to do so. Oliver grabs Kono's arm and pulls the Forgotten Son in, nearly taking his head off with a clothesline! Kono wisely rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. Oliver is quickly upon him to continue to pound away to wear him down.

Nelson: Clearly Kono Masaki’s attempt to trash talk Oliver Black backfired and I bet you anything that he is regretting doing that.

Crumb: Oh that’s an understatement. I think for a minute there he was a bit cocky.

Rose: Oliver Black is… passionate and sometimes he lets his emotions get to him. I think that is what happened there and it could wind up blowing up in his face.

The referee finally comes over and pretty much forces Oliver to back away from Kono. Oliver ignores this and tries to close the gap. Kono uses the brief distraction to his advantage by getting a thumb in Oliver's eye! Oliver stumbles back a bit and Kono hits him in the mouth with a forearm smash that sends him stumbling back! Despite being blinded, Oliver tries to charge at Kono to keep control of the match---only to have Kono drop him onto the ropes with a stun gun! Oliver pulls himself back to his feet. Kono delivers a kick to the ribs! He spins Oliver into position so that he can try to plant him onto the mat with a DDT. Oliver shoves Kono away in order to block the attempt!

Kono recovers as Oliver charges and tries to hit Kono with a super kick! Kono ducks underneath the attempt and nails Oliver with a European uppercut that knocks him back into the ropes! Oliver leans against them. Kono picks up speed and bounces off of the ropes---only to have Oliver launch him into the air! Kono smashes into the floor hard! Oliver steps out to the floor and immediately grabs Kono.

Nelson: This match going out to the floor is maybe the worst thing that could have happened to Kono.

Rose: Maybe, but it'll definitely make things more fun!

Oliver begins to pound away on him once again. Kono fights back with a few right hands of his own, the two Icons continuing to brawl with one another. The referee begins the countout.

One...Kono manages to use his strength to tackle Oliver into the apron! Oliver's eyes go wide in pain.

Two...Kono tries to take control of the situation once again, only to have Oliver nail him in the mouth with an elbow shot and then throw Kono into the ring post!

Three...Kono stumbles around in pain before leaning on the guardrail.

Four...Oliver charges and blasts him with a super kick that sends Kono tumbling into the crowd.

Five...Oliver gets ready to chase after Kono but suddenly laughter can be heard over the Iconic Arena announce system.

Six...Oliver's eyes go wide.

Crumb: Oh no…

Nelson: Come on! Get back to the match!

Rose: Here we go!

Seven...A masked figure appears at the top of the ramp. Completely ignoring the referee's count, Oliver charges up the ramp.

Nine...The masked figure turns and walks backstage.

Ten!

Oliver continues running to follow.

Torres: Due to neither Icons answering the referee’s ten count, this match has been ruled a double countout!

Nelson: I am quite disappointed with this match.

Crumb: It could’ve ended a lot better than it did.

Rose: I should’ve seen this happening.

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Nelson: Well up next, ladies and gentlemen, we have two of the most technically adept Icons on the roster going head to head for the Television Championship. Hiro Masaki and Aaron Kostan, one on one…

Down go the lights as the opening beat of "Karate" by BABYMETAL fills the arena. A few lights flash around the stage as the drums thunder away. On cue, as the heavy guitar enters the fray, the screen lights up with

黄金の息子
GOLDEN SON

Torres: Ladies and gentlemen. the next contest has a THIRTY MINUTE time limit and is for the Iconic Pro Wrestling World Television Championship!

The guitar hammers away as Hiro Masaki walks out onto the stage, a smile across his face. He wears a knee length golden jacket, closed shut across his chest, and a pair of sunglasses.

Torres: Introducing first, the challenger, from Osaka Japan, weighing in at 205 lbs… The Golden Son… Hiroyuki Masaki!!!!

To a cheer, Hiro raises both of his hands as the vocals begin, and begins his walk down to the ring.

Seiya sessesse seiya.
Seiya sessesse seiya.
Soiya sossosso soiya.
Soiya sossosso soiya.

OSSU!

As the vocals continue Hiro reaches the ring and climbs up the steps. He steps through the middle rope

Namida koborete mo
OSSU!

Hiro reaches the centre of the ring and looks out towards the crowd.

Tachimukatte yukooze!

As the vocals reach the final note he brings his hands up and out to the side, then suddenly runs forward and leaps onto the second rope as the lights come up. He keeps his hands out wide and smiles out into the crowd.

Hitasura seiya soiya tatakau-nda
kobushi o motto kokoro o motto
zenbu zenbu togisumashite.

Hiro motions to the crowd to join in, miming along with the last few words of his song.

Crowd: Wo'oo wo'oo wo'oo!

Hiro is visibly happy to finally get a response from the crowd.

Nelson: Hiro Masaki getting a positive reception here tonight, but will it be enough to power him to victory?

Rose: No… he’d need talent for that.

Crumb: Are you seriously saying he’s not talented?

Rose: Technically, he’s very talented, but in terms of killer instinct… I’d be more frightened of a wet kitten.

Crumb: How is that talent?

Hiro drops down from the turnbuckle as his music fades out. He removes his jacket and his glasses and begins warming up in the corner.

The lights go dark as "Miami Showdown" begins to play over the speakers. Multiple spotlights scatter throughout the arena before, one by one, unifying at the top of the stage. There, Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of light, a hood covering his head. "The Artist" stretches his arms out wide and takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. For a moment, his lips move in silent prayer as he looks heavenward. Then, at the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood, and begins to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him.

Torres: And his opponent, the reigning and defending Iconic Pro Wrestling World Television Champion… from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing in at 2011… “The Artist” Aaron Kostan!!!!

When he arrives he walks calmly up the steps and, with a final scan of the crowd, ducks between the top and middle ropes to enter the ring. He unstraps the Television Title from around his waist and hands it to the referee, and removes his hood. He turns to face Hiro.

Nelson: Both Icons had some experience of each other in that tag match a couple of weeks ago… but this is the first time they’ve met one-on-one.

DING DING DING!!!

---Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Match: Hiroyuki "Hiro" Masaki vs. “The Artist” Aaron Kostan---

Aaron and Hiro walk towards each other in the ring. Both men extend their hands and shake, drawing applause from the crowd.

Nelson: Early show of respect here from both Icons.

Rose: Awww… are they going to kiss next? KILL EACH OTHER!!!

Both men circle each other for a while, then tie up and Aaron immediately transitions into a rear waistlock. Hiro drops down to a knee to knock Aaron off balance and grabs him by the arm. He turns it round into a hammerlock, prompting Aaron to reach back and throw Hiro over his shoulder with a snapmare. Aaron goes straight into a headlock, but Hiro swings his leg up and kicks Aaron hard in the head to stop him. Aaron staggers back into the corner as Hiro gets back to his feet and turns. Aaron nods respectfully as the crowd applaud.

Nelson: Both Icons trading holds in the early going.

Another tie up, and this time Hiro gets the upperhand, wrenching Aaron’s arm. Aaron falls onto his back and rolls through it, wrenching Hiro’s arm. He drops round Hiro’s back and takes him down with a belly-to-back slam. He transitions flawlessly into a side headlock which Hiro struggles in for a while before dragging himself over to the ropes and grabbing them. The referee calls for Aaron to break the hold, and he obliges.

Nelson: Good work in the early going by Kostan.

Both men come back to this feet, but rather than go for the tie-up, Hiro adopts a striker’s stance and invites Aaron onto him.

Nelson: Possible change of strategy here from Masaki.

Crumb: Well the Artist is a known technical master and his reversals are quality. Hiro may be looking to use his superior strikes.

Aaron and Hiro approach each other, and Aaron goes for a tie up but Hiro kicks him hard in the side of his leg as he does. Aaron staggers back into the corner and Hiro approaches, nailing him with several hard kicks to the midsection. Hiro pulls Aaron out of the corner and wraps his arms around his waist, delivering a Northern Lights suplex with a bridge.

One…

Two…

Aaron kicks out of the hold, but Hiro rolls through into a roll up.

One…

Two…

Aaron rolls through it and pins Hiro to the mat

One…

Two…

Hiro breaks out of the hold and the two men separate, staring at each other across the ring. Again the crowd sound their approval

Nelson: Both Icons seemingly evenly matched with the Television Championship on the line.

Hiro goes for another side kick, but Aaron manages to avoid it with a quick dodge. He skirts behind Hiro and wraps him in a rear waist lock, before lifting him up into a german suplex. Hiro writhes on the mat and struggles over to the corner, but as he pulls himself up to his feet he finds himself on the end of a running knee from The Artist. Aaron grabs Hiro and backs him onto the ropes but Hiro counters the attempted Irish whip and hits Aaron with a hard dropkick on the return that sends Aaron back onto the ropes. Hiro follows up with a clothesline to leave the Artist on the outside, then retreats to the corner.

Crumb: Here it comes!!!!

Hiro charges across the ring, leaps gracefully onto the top turnbuckle, and crashes into Aaron with a picture perfect Golden Triangle Moonsault. Both men lay on the outside as Hiro manages to sit up first and signal to the crowd, who cheer the feet of athleticism.

Nelson: The crowd enjoying what they see so far!

Rose: Bah… nothing but fancy flipply sh*t.

Hiro grabs Aaron and rolls him into the ring, attempting the pin

One…

Two...Aaron rolls his shoulder off the mat.

Hiro shakes his head and gets up to his feet. He looks down at Aaron and goes for a standing moonsault, but Aaron moves out of the way. Hiro anticipates this and lands on his feet as Aaron rebounds off the ropes looking for a spinning wheel kick. Hiro bridges back and Aaron flies over the top of him, but registers in time to land on his feet. He turns and Hiro goes for a roundhouse kick, but Aaron drops down to a knee. He goes for another German Suplex but Hiro breaks out of it, grabs his arm and goes for a ripcord kneestrike. Aaron breaks out of wrist control and turns behind Hiro, and goes for a discus punch, but Hiro ducks that. Hiro straps on a Full Nelson and goes for a Dragon Suplex, but Aaron is close enough to the corner that he can push up and off, and he rolls Hiro over onto his shoulders.

One…

Two…

Hiro is forced to break the hold to escape the pin and both men roll away from each other. Again, both men stare across at each other, wide eyed. The crowd leap to their feet and applaud the exchange.

Crumb: Unbelievable, both Icons seemingly able to counter everything the other can throw at them!

Crowd: Let’s go Hiro!!!

Crowd: Let’s go Aaron!!!

Crowd: Let’s go Hiro!!!

Crowd: Let’s go Aaron!!!

Rose: I really hate wrestling fans sometimes.

Hiro charges across the ring and dropkicks Aaron hard back into the corner. He approaches and kicks Aaron hard in the ribs with a side kick, sending Aaron down to a knee. He pulls Aaron up and kicks him again in the ribs. Hiro goes for a third time, but Aaron grabs him and pulls him into the corner instead and chops him hard in the chest

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!

And again.

Crowd: WOOOOO!!!!

And goes for a third, but Hiro counters and that and pushes Aaron back into the corner. He hits him hard with an elbow to the face, then rolls him out of the corner and jumps onto the top rope, before flying off with a moonsault. Aaron rolls away and Hiro crashes into the mat chest first.

Crumb: Nobody home for Hiro!

Aaron covers Hiro.

One…

Two…

Hiro sticks out his leg and finds the bottom rope.

THREE!!

Crumb: AARON RETAINS! AARON RETAINS!

Nelson: What a brilliant technical match we have just witnessed by Kostan and Masaki!

Rose: Uh...guys...hold on.

Aaron releases the hold and begins to celebrate, just before the referee notices that Hiro has his foot on the ropes. Aaron realising the bell hasn’t run, turns to the referee who points out Hiro’s leg. Aaron shakes his head, unable to believe that Hiro has made it to the ropes. Hiro rolls away, clutching at his ribs as Aaron signals to the crowd that he’s going to bring down the curtain.

Nelson: Kostan looking to finish off Masaki here!

Aaron pulls Hiro up to his feet, then lifts him onto his shoulders for an Argentine DDT but Hiro slips off his shoulders and down the back. He reaches round and grabs Aaron’s arm, and whips him round into a ripcord kneestrike. Aaron falls down to a knee, and Hiro keeps hold of his arm. Hiro clutches at his ribs with his spare arm, wincing.

Crumb: Here we go! Hiro back into this!

Hiro struggles up his feet, and sets Aaron in a powerbomb position. He grits his teeth, powering through the pain, and lifts Aaron onto his shoulders for the Rising Golden Sunbomb, but with the punishment his ribs have taken have taken he starts to buckle.

Crumb: Does Hiro have enough left to hit his finishing move?!

With the delay in lifting the move, Aaron has had time to recover and he elbows Hiro hard in the face. Hiro keeps the hold and staggers. Aaron nails him with another hit, and again Hiro staggers. One more blow sends Hiro falling backwards. As he does, Aaron comes down and takes out the referee with a quasi-cross body.

Crumb: Owwwwwwwwww!!!

Nelson: Hiro Masaki went to deliver the Rising Golden Sunbomb, but Aaron Kostan was able to counter it!

Rose: I'm starting to think he just can't hit that move!

Crumb: Both Icons have countered everything the other has thrown at them in this match. How can they be separated?

Hiro writhes on the mat, clutching at his head, while Aaron shakes his head. Suddenly, from out of the crowd comes Oliver Black, to a flood of boos from the crowd.

Crumb: Hey! It's Oliver Black, again!

Rose: Goddamnit!

Oliver pulls Hiro from the ring and snacks him hard with an elbow to put him over the ring steps. He then grabs Hiro by the hair and drives his head into the ring steps. Once. Twice. Three times.

Crumb: Stop it you, sick bastard!!

Rose: Hey, Hiro needs some sense beat into him!!

With Hiro now sprawled over the ring steps, Oliver rolls into the ring and starts pummelling on Kostan.

Nelson: We saw Oliver Black face off with Kono Masaki earlier, but it looks like he isn't done here tonight!

Rose: I really, really hate this guy!

Oliver continues to deliver right hands to Kostan, when suddenly to a roar from the crowd a fourth figure appears. Black turns into a smashing chairshot from Kono Masaki, sending him tumbling from the ring. Kono slams the chair hard against the mat, taunting "The Nightmare."

Crumb: Are they going to go at it again?

Rose: Oh please God yes!

But Kono doesn't go after the Nightmare. Instead, he sees his brother slowly crawling back into the ring. Out the corner of his other eye he sees Aaron struggling up to his feet.

Nelson: What is Kono Masaki thinking here?

As Aaron struggles up to his feet, Kono absolutely waffles him in the head with the chair. Aaron, now busted open, falls back to the mat like a tree, hitting the canvas with a sickening thud.

Crumb: Owwwwwwww!!!!

With Aaron now seemingly out cold, Kono encourages his brother to crawl over and make the cover. Hiro, still groggy from Oliver's assault and apparently oblivious to what's going on, crawls over to Aaron and drops his hand over him.

Crowd: One…Two…. Three….Four….

Crumb: Hiro has this won, but there's no referee!!

Kono realises that the referee is still down and goes to revive him. He shakes the referee with his spare hand and the referee slowly comes to.

Nelson: Kono Masaki trying to revive the referee to make the count!!!

Kono succeeds and turns, but sees that Hiro is no longer making the cover. Instead he is sat on the mat staring up at his brother, and the chair in his hand. Hiro looks furious.

Crumb: I think Hiro just realised what Kono did to Kostan.

Rose: And the fact that he's angry shows why he has no right to be champion!

Hiro pulls himself up and walks towards Kono, who stands his ground. The two of them exchange words in Japanese, before Hiro snatches the chair from his brother and barks at him to leave the ring. Kono does, but that's mostly because Oliver Black chooses that moment to charge in and barrel him out of the ring.

Rose: Here we go!

Kono and Black regain their footing outside of the ring as they continue their attempt to knock seven bells out of each other. In the confusion, Hiro keeps hold of the chair and turns. What he is confronted with is a semi-conscious Kostan with a large cut in his forehead, and a referee looking up at Hiro, and then at the chair in Hiro's hand. Hiro looks at the chair, at Kostan, and at the referee… and sees the wheels in the referee's mind turning.

Hiro: Oh no… no no no no no no no!!!!

The referee calls for the bell.

Torres: Ladies and Gentlemen…

The crowd boo loudly, they know what is coming.

Torres: Your winner as a result of a disqualification… and STILL IPW Television Champion… Aaron Kostan!!!

Hiro drops the chair and runs towards the referee, pleading his case and pointing towards Kono. Kono himself, meanwhile, is on the receiving end of right hands from Oliver Black while trying to dish out a few of his own.

Nelson: Hiro Masaki clearly not happy with the referee's decision here!

Crumb: This isn’t fair!

Hiro barrels out of the ring and clatters Oliver Black in the head to put him out on the floor. He then grabs his brother and throws him into the ring. Hiro follows and drags Kono over to the referee, demanding his explain what really happened.

Rose: Errr… even if Kono tells the truth you'll still be disqualified, moron! Kono hit Kostan!

Nelson: I do not think Hiro Masaki is thinking rationally here.

Crumb: I don't think Hiro has ever been disqualified in his career!

Kono does not oblige his brother, and instead pushes him away. Hiro pushes him back, before Kono finally snaps and tackles Hiro to the floor, laying in with right hands.

Nelson: The Sons of Gold have imploded!

Rose: Like no one saw that coming.

The brawl doesn't last long as Aaron, now back to his senses and fully aware of exactly who hit him grabs Kono and throws him into the corner. Aaron charges and starts laying into Kono, his technical specialism apparently having given way to rage.

Crumb: Order is breaking down here!

Meanwhile Black rolls into the ring and jumps on top of Hiro, looking for some payback for that running knee. That payback comes in the form of Black setting Hiro for Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker).

Rose: Heh, Golden Boy's going to get his ass handed to him again!

Kostan turns his head and sees what Black is about to do, and lets Kono go. He charges across the ring and takes out Black, who releases Hiro. Kostan pins Black to the mat, and Kono realises his chance. He charges across the ring at Kostan only to be taken down by his own brother!!!

Nelson: These four Icons are going to kill each other!

Rose: And this crowd loves it!

It's hard to disagree with Rose as the crowd are on their feet, each cheering their favorite on. The cheers turn to boos as, finally, security hit the ring, led by Jon Kellar and Sean O'Riley.

Rose: Oh come on, it's just getting good!

Kellar pulls Hiro off of Kono and Sean grabs Kono, pushing them back into separate corners. The security guards separate Kostan and Black and pull them apart as well.

Nelson: Finally… some order has been…

Kono suddenly clocks Sean in the face and springs across the ring towards Hiro. Kellar releases Hiro and turns to tackle Kono to the floor with an MMA style takedown. A security guard breaks away from Black to assist, but this allows Black to get the upper hand on his remaining guards and charge across the ring to an unprotected Hiro, blasting him in the face. Hiro fires back with some strong kicks before additional security hit the ring and separate the two of them, bundling Hiro out of the ring. Black screams after Hiro as Hiro tries to fight his way out of the grip.

Nelson: This is madness!

Crumb: Madness… THIS.... IS…

There is a loud slap noise through the commentary mic.

Crumb: Ow! That hurt, Rose!

Kono fights off Kellar but soon runs into Sean, who takes him down to the mat again. More security pile out from the back as Aaron shakes himself loose from his restraint and charges at Black. Black turns into a flying kick from Aaron, which sends both men tumbling over the top rope to the outside. Both men get in a few blows at the other as the additional security eventually reaches them and separates them.

Nelson: Okay… now it looks like some order has…

Kono elbows Sean in the face, charges across the ring into the ropes to get some additional momentum, and throws himself over the top rope to the outside, taking out all the security and Oliver and Kostan too.

Nelson: Oh for crying out loud!

Rose: There’s nothing more than I like then a full out brawl!

The crowd continue to go absolutely ballistic as Kono grabs Black by the hair and blasts him the face with a hard elbow. He turns towards Aaron, who kicks Kono in the knee. Black recovers from the elbow long enough to give Kono some payback, and Kono soon finds himself outnumbered. That is until Hiro, who security have almost managed to get to the curtain, breaks free of his bonds and charges back down the ramp to his brother’s aid. Hiro clatters Black first, then turns towards Aaron. He holds his hands up towards Aaron, indicating for him to stop.

Nelson: Hiro Masaki trying to protect his brother here… in spite of the fight earlier…

Crumb: Blood is thicker than water.

Kono clocks his brother in the back of the head.

Rose: Nah, Hiro’s just thick!

Hiro turns towards Kono and visibly mouths something angry in Japanese, before smacking his brother in the face. Aaron looks on, confused, until Black tackles him to the floor and starts pummelling on him. The sons also take each other to the floor the security that were holding Hiro run back down, accompanied by yet more security.

Nelson: We have got enough security out here to occupy a city!

Finally, order is restored, and all four men are held apart from each other before being frogmarched up the ramp one after the other.

~~

A slow clap echoed throughout the arena as Oliver Black crept from the darkness and onto the entrance stage.

Nelson: Now what business does he have back out here? After that classic Television Championship match up he just ruined!

Crumb: The audacity to come back out here!

Oliver: You see THIS.... This is what I've been talking about ALL ALONG! For weeks I have talked about the farce that IPW has become. The once promising up and coming company that every one was itching to be apart of, turned laughing stock of the indie scene!

Nelson: Oh come on! Because Black is bitter since losing the Heavyweight Title does not give him the right to drag this company.

Rose: I mean I hate to agree with Oliver, but he has a point.

Oliver steps a few more feet down the ramp.

Oliver: I've highlighted the ineptitude of the referees and the platon bias by not only those in charge but of also the announce team!

Crumb: Still agree with him now?

Oliver: The obvious recycling of storyline and character, the undeserving spot light and ridiculous champions that stand in it. The mass exodus of top talent whom have had the same frustrations as me! But unlike all of them... I stayed!

Rose: I'm beginning to wish he hadn't...

Oliver: Not for all you people, but because through all the sewage IPW has produced as of late.... I found this!

Oliver motioned towards the ring with a big grin on his face.

Oliver: You see while all of you phebs assumed I was out here to destroy this company, to taint any good that there was left in it! In ACTUALITY I was SAVING IT! All these weeks I have been molding a saga that has led us here!

Nelson: What a load of garbage!

Oliver: An epic story the likes of Homer and The Odysesy! Brothers in turmoil! Men of Honor!

Oliver opened his free hand in front of him as if giving a monologue in a play.

Oliver: Men of... deceit?

Black shrugged.

Oliver: But in the end men of how did you put it Aaron, skill? You see Aaron... Hiro, I picked YOU! I picked you to deliver my story to these fans because I knew you could! I picked the Sons of Gold and the longest running Television Champion not by chance but by destiny! And what you two did here tonight proves everything! What you two have done with my saga proves that IPW can still be great! That IPW can still be a place where WRESTLING thrives!

Oliver paced back and forth on the stage.

Oliver: You know I loved it SO much, I think I want to see it again! That's why before I walked out here I met with General Manager Tap! And in two weeks at Anniversary Armageddon we will in MY Grand Finale!

Crumb: What can everyone be thinking?! Kostan/Masaki Two! I can't wait!

Rose: What the hell is his grand finale mean?

The crowd cheered at the news of a second match up between Hiro and Aaron. Oliver held up one finger to the crowd signaling he wasn't finished.

Oliver: Yes at Anniversry Armageddon we will see Aaron Kostan defend his Television Championship once more against Hiro Masaki in .... AND Kono Masaki!

Nelson: A triple threat match?!

The crowd erupts in excitement. Oliver once again holds up a finger to the crowd.

Oliver: And .... ME in a FATAL FOUR WAY!

Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!

Rose: I knew this slimeball would find a way to weasel himself into this somehow!

Oliver grinned his Cheshire grin at the crowds reaction as he turned to walk back through the curtain. But then he paused and held up an other finger, his back turned to the ring and the crowd cheers even louder.

Crumb: He's already put himself into this match what else can he possibly have to say?

Oliver: Oh one last thing, because it wouldn't be a PROPER grand finale without a little pizzazz... I think it's going to be.... A ladder match!

Oliver chuckled before dropping his microphone and exiting the stage.

Crumb: Is this true, Patrick?

Nelson: I have just gotten confirmation that indeed the Television Championship will be competed for amongst Hiro and Kono Masaki, Oliver Black, and Aaron Kostan at Anniversary Armageddon!

Rose: In a ladder match?

Nelson: That has not been confirmed. We will be right back, folks.

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Torres: The following Chaos main event is a CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS match scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

”The Downfall of Us All” by A Day to Remember begins to blast throughout the PA system of The Barker Hanger as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the ravenous Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area tugging on the bottom of a black studded leather jacket atop her usual wrestling attire, being met by a sea of boos as her signature smirk is firmly upon her face. She changes her hands from the front, to clasping behind her back as she slowly yet powerfully walks to the top of the ramp and 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 (both good and bad) coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as her smirk moves into a wide smile across her crimson lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp.

About halfway down, Stasi lowers her arms and swings them with determination as she continues to exude confidence more as she gets closer to the ring. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up and putting her back to the ropes, Stasi quickly removes the jacket and 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 is looking to make an even BIGGER impact than she has in recent weeks by defeating the reigning 2019 Lady of Chaos and current Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Bliss. Will Lady Bliss be the same given the news that came out about her having an anxiety attack?

Crumb: I don’t know… but I do know that Stasi has used that in her promo that aired earlier today and that the usually outspoken Stasi has been… well she’s been quiet on the Twitter front as of late.

Rose: Thank God for that one. It’s really a pain to read some of those cringeworthy tweets of hers unless she’s tweeting about destroying ASStrid.

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: It seems to me that Lady Bliss is just the same as she has always been. I do not see any differences tonight.

Crumb: Maybe she’s putting on a front. Will she be able to keep her mind clear and remain focused on the task of taking Stasi down?

Rose: She better or she’ll just be proving Stasi right. And lord knows nobody wants to hear what that one says should she walk out with the victory here tonight.

Bliss and Stasi circle each other as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

---Chaos Main Event: Contest of Champions Match: “The Real Champion” Stasi Herveaux vs. "2019 Lady of Chaos" Bliss---

Bliss rushes across the ring and rebounds off the far ropes. Stasi swings for a lariat. Bliss ducks, rolling under the clothesline. She pops up onto the ropes and springboards back into a spin kick to the face of the Real Champion. Stasi goes down and Lady Bliss moves in, waiting for her next opening. Stasi starts to sit up and Bliss gives her a wicked soccer kick between the shoulder blades. As Stasi grimaces in pain, Bliss moves around and soccer kicks her in the chest. Gritting her teeth, Stasi leans forward. Bliss hits a spinning heel kick to the back of the head. Stasi tumbles over clutching at her head. Bliss jumps on top to cover.

One…

Two…

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Lady Bliss barely waiting for the bell before taking the fight to Herveaux. She very narrowly got the victory there.

Crumb: I think maybe Stasi was just messing with her, trying to bait Lady Bliss into doing something that would wind up blowing up in her face.

Rose: Stasi’s playing mind games… plain and simple. Lady Bliss needs to not give in and resist the urge.

Bliss steps back and crouches down, seemingly ready to strike. Stasi sits up and Bliss snaps off another roundhouse kick to the back. Bliss runs over and tries to give her a double stomp but Stasi rolls under the bottom rope to the floor. Bliss grabs the top rope and looks to slingshot herself over the top but Stasi reaches in and grabs her ankles before she lifts off. Stasi pulls her to the mat and then yanks her out to the floor where she catches her for a spinning sidewalk slam on the thinly matted floor! Stasi steps away and Bliss writhes on the floor in pain.

Nelson: Herveaux saving herself there by rolling out of the ring.

Crumb: Lady Bliss hesitated too long with that next move and it cost her big time. I just hope she’s okay after that hard move onto the floor?

Rose: Lady Bliss doesn’t seem to be stirring… which won’t be good for her chances at winning the match. SNAP OUT OF IT, LADY BLISS!

Stasi reaches down and grabs Bliss by her hair. She pulls the 2019 Lady of Chaos up, tosses her back into the ring, and climbs up onto the edge of the ring. Bliss pops up and drives her shoulder in between the ropes into Stasi’s midsection. Stasi doubles over and Bliss snaps off a wicked kick to her back. Stasi tumbles over the ropes into the ring. Bliss grabs the top rope, swings up and then slings herself into a dropkick to the face on Stasi on the mat. Bliss lands out on the floor after sliding under the ropes. The crowd cheers wildly.

Nelson: Well I think Lady Bliss is the one who was baiting Herveaux.

Crumb: A very good move there by Lady Bliss but… will it be enough?

Rose: Oh come on! She isn’t the Heavyweight Champion for nothing.

Lady Bliss pops up onto the apron and slingshots herself into a leg drop onto Stasi. Bliss rolls over into a cover, hooking Stasi’s leg.

One...

Two…

THR…. KICK OUT!

Nelson: That time Lady Bliss is able to connect with the slingshot but even she should have known she needs to do something big to keep Herveaux down.

Crumb: I’m not too sure that’s the case because Stasi very narrowly kicked out of that. I think Lady Bliss is doing just fine.

Rose: Go Lady Bliss Go!

Bliss sits Stasi up and drills her with another soccer kick to the shoulderblades. Stasi grits her teeth upon impact. Bliss runs by her, rebounds off the far ropes, and returns for a two-footed dropkick to the face on Stasi. Herveaux goes down and Bliss looks for a lionsault. Stasi moves and Bliss lands on her feet. Stasi pops up and goes for a clothesline again. Bliss ducks and attempts a Pele kick. Stasi gets her hands up to block the kick. Bliss falls to the mat. Stasi grabs Bliss around the waist, pops her up, and brings her down into a gut buster across her knee. Stasi then flips Bliss over into gutwrench suplex. Stasi covers.

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I am not going to lie, that was a nice series of exchanges there from both Lady Icons. These two are clearly very evenly matched.

Crumb: I don’t think this match is going to end until either Lady Bliss or Stasi manage to do something big to get the other one down for the three count.

Rose: If Lady Bliss loses... we riot!

Stasi pulls Bliss up. Bliss snaps off a kick to Stasi’s leg and then goes for a front kick to the face. Stasi catches her foot. Bliss goes for an enziguri. Stasi ducks. Bliss’ foot flies over, causing her to land on the mat. She rolls away towards the near corner. Stasi comes over and Bliss looks for a running knee strike. Stasi spins away and catches her with a wicked backfist that sends Bliss down hard. Stasi drops on top for the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Ooh! Right in the mouth with that one! It looked like it knocked out a tooth!

Crumb: I don’t think so. But it did catch Lady Bliss hard in the kisser and off guard.

Rose: Ugh… please don’t let her get you down, Lady Bliss!

Stasi pulls Bliss up and sets to connect with a roundhouse kick. Bliss ducks and runs to the ropes. She jumps up looking for a springboard Fenghuang but Stasi comes through and drills her out of midair with Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head). Bliss collapse hard and Stasi covers.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Crumb: GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!

Rose: How did Stasi do that?!

Nelson: Lady Bliss went for that spectacular finish!

Rose: And Stasi finished her!

Torres: Here is your winner...the Real Champion...Stasi Herveaux!!!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS STASI HERVEAUX HAS CLEANLY DEFEATED THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, LADY BLISS?!?!

Stasi has her arm raised before she turns to disgustingly look at the downed Bliss. Stasi snatches her belt from the referee and leaves the ring, walking up the ramp to the back. Bliss slowly starts to sit up as the crowd cheers her on. Just as she starts to stand up, the lights cut out.

Nelson: Surely Mrs. Holloway has paid the electric bill?

Rose: Why do people feel the need to make grand entrances like this? It’s so tacky and overused.

Suddenly red lights begin to flash and a siren goes off. Bliss looks around as Brady Vega, who is standing on the top turnbuckle, Rex Cassidy, and Xavier Laroux all suddenly appear in the ring around her.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS CALIFORNIA WRESTLING’S THE REPUBLIC IS IN THE RING?!?!

Rose: Probably, “well Brady Vega is a part of IPW now!”

Xavier charges at her from behind and cracks her with a forearm. As soon as she hits her knees, the siren cuts out and the lights back on. Rex grabs her and throws her to Brady. The Gate Keeper catches Bliss for the The Mountain Slinger (blockbuster) and rolls out of the ring. Rex pulls her up, puts her up on his shoulders, and then turns to face Xavier. Brady nods in satisfaction before Xavier springboards up to give Bliss a Rex assisted emerald fusion!

Crumb: What makes Brady think he has a right to do this to the Heavyweight Champion?

Nelson: He is a very talkative young man who feels that he rules the wrestling world.

Rose: Ugh… we already have someone like him… we don’t need another one.

Just as they connect, Drake Jones comes tearing through the entranceway, rage written all over his face. He dives in and Rex catches him coming in with a big boot! Suddenly, Jake Raab and Jessie Roberts, tire irons in hand, charge through the curtain. Brady calls to his men and the trio quickly vacate the ring just as Jake and Jessie dive in. Brady, Rex, and Xavier jump the railing and disappear into the ocean of humanity. Jake and Jessie demand they come back, waving their tire irons as the crowd cheers them on.

Nelson: Well it does not look like Brady Vega and crew are going to be coming back.

Crumb: When the cavalry arrived they ran off like a pack of scared dogs.

Rose: Only cowards run...

Drake Jones slowly starts to stagger to his feet. He joins Jake and Jessie to check on the barely conscious Bliss. EMTs hurry their way down to the ring.

Nelson: What a night we have had tonight! Thank you for joining and we will see everyone in two weeks at Anniversary Armageddon!

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