Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Aug 5, 2019 1:03:05 GMT -8
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What does the year 2019 hold for Iconic Professional Wrestling? Where does Iconic Professional Wrestling go for its second year of existence?
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Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO OUR SECOND YEAR!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY
“My Apocalypse” by Metallica blares as the show pans about the capacity crowd of about thousand or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “MAKE ICONS BUFF AGAIN”, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, IPW!!”, and “MIGHT BE YOUR HERO BUT NOT MINE”
Nelson: We are live from the Iconic Arena!
The camera cuts to ringside, behind a table with the Anniversary Armageddon logo is a tuxedo wear Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and evening gown dressed Rose.
Nelson: We have such an action packed show for you tonight I am just going to skip our customary Stooge rundown and we are going to get right into this great wrestling broadcast!
Crumb: Ah...
Rose: Thank goodness!
IPW cameras cut to an exterior shot of the Iconic Arena in Santa Monica, California. The parking garage is jampacked and Tesla Model X, comes speeding down the ramp and screeches to a stop in the middle of the road. The door’s open up and out steps Brady Vega, sunset pink hair, half shaved, smiling face with the large grill, and the most outrageous looking all white jumpsuit with the IPW Logo airbushed in different areas.
Butterscotch Monroe approaches as Vega allows the doors to shut. Cassidy informs Vega of the approaching Butterscotch Monroe before taking the keys from Vega and jumping back into the Tesla Model X.
The Tesla disappears and The Gate Keeper allows Monroe to take the stage.
Butterscotch Monroe: Brady Vega do you have anything to say about your opponents and your match this evening? Have you—
Brady politely covers the microphone with his hand, silencing Monroe before taking the entie microphone from her hand.
Brady Vega: I’ve said all I could say and as predicted through deep meditation and hard work, the manifestation is very real.
THUMP! THUMP! A male can be heard groaning as a figure in the distance appearing small, appears much larger as it gets closer.
Brady Vega: What’s that?
THUMP! THUMP! The groaning male comes into focus and is revealed to be Marvelous Mike Mason flipping a large monster truck tire.
Brady Vega: Oh shit, it’s a walking sculpture from Greece.
Mark flexes his peck and laughs in the near distance.
Mark Mason: Little man, you are no heavyweight.
Brady Vega: Bitch my balls are heavyweights!
Mark Mason laughs at Brady and continues flipping the large tire.
Mark Mason: If you want to try to hang in one of my workouts little man you let me know.
Mason continues flipping the tire, body shining with oil and sweat as he continues to move on. Brady Vega shakes his head as Rex approaches.
Cameras cut to elsewhere.
~~
Torres: The following DEBUT MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a TEN MINUTE time limit!
Captain All-Star strides out from backstage as soon as "All Star" by Smashmouth hits and briefly poses atop the entrance ramp before striding down towards the ring and entering.
Torres: Making his Iconic Pro Wrestling debut...hailing from the Realm of Power….weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches...he is CAPTAIIIIIIINNNNNNN ALL-STAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!
Rose: Really?
Nelson: What is it, Rose Marie?
Rose: After a full year in operation, THIS is what we’ve come to?!
Crumb: Captain All-Star is a bonafide legend in this sport, Rose. I will not stand for any disrespect toward him and his great career.
”The Man” by Aloe Blacc plays and Mike Mason makes his way out.
Torres: Also making his Iconic Pro Wrestling debut...hailing from Miami, Florida….weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet four inches….he is Marvelous…..MIKKKKKKKEEEEEE MASOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Although Mason has yet to even set foot in an Iconic Professional Wrestling ring, he has made a verbal impact already.
Rose: On top of that he looks absolutely marvelous!
Crumb: Yes. He. Does.
Captain All-Star eyes Mike Mason uneasily, who is staring at him, flexing his pecs. The bell so sounds signaling the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Mason dives at Cap, causing the masked veteran to jump back. Mason chuckles, pleased with his fake out. Cap and Mason circle each other. Mason dives at Cap again. Cap goes to step back, trips and falls back on the mat. Mason scrambles over to him, lifts him up, and backs Cap into the corner. The referee steps in between them, telling Mason to loosen his grip. Mason concedes, releasing the hold. Cap uses this to his advantage and nails Mason with a side elbow! The referee scrambles out of the way and Cap hits Mason with another side elbow, causing him to stumble. Cap runs, bounces off the ropes, and leaps into the air, taking Mason down with a cross body block! However, Mason gets to his feet, still clutching Cap across his chest. Mason goes to scoop him onto his shoulders, but Cap slides behind him and rolls him into a schoolboy!
One...Mason quickly kicks out!
Rose: Very nimble moves for a guy that probably one hundred years old.
Crumb: You have no idea how great Cap is, Rose. Back in the days of GZW2K1 he actually beat Zac Sharp for the World Heavyweight Championship!
Both Mason and Cap get to their feet. Cap winds up for a punch, but Mason ducks and wraps around Cap, putting him into a Muscle Lock (full Nelson)! Cap struggles for a bit, then slips out of Mason’s grip, dropping down to the mat between his legs and flipping him over into a pinning maneuver!
One...
Two...kick out!
Nelson: Once again All-Star with the pinfall. If Mason is not careful he could end up losing this debut match.
This maneuver visibly catches Mason off guard as both debuting Icons get back to their feet. Before Cap can do anything, Mason quickly beheads him with a clothesline! Smirking, Mason quickly brings All-Star back to his feet and drags him into the corner. Mason grabs Cap’s head and bashes him with a knee to the masked face! The Marvelous One holds onto Cap’s head and hits him with a second knee to the masked face! Not letting up, Mike hits Cap with a third knee! Cap puts is arms in front of his face to cover up as Mason grips his head.
Suddenly, Cap kicks Mason in the stomach! Mason responds with a sharp knee to the stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of the aged veteran. Mason hits Cap with a second knee before lifting and violently throwing him out of the corner to the center of the ring! Cap staggers to his feet, holding his back. He walks right into a running big boot! Cap goes down hard! Mason hooks the leg for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Crumb: Cap’s still in this one!
Rose: If he keeps taking shots like that he won't be!
Mason slams down onto a grounded Captain All-Star with a back elbow to the face! He then applies a Border City Stretch! Cap grits his teeth in pain while Mason looks pleased with himself. Mason yanks back on Cap’s head in an attempt to inflict more pain!
Nelson: I am not sure how much longer All-Star can last in that hold?!
Rose: The sound of snap, crackle, pop comes to mind right now.
Cap squirms and manages to hit Mason in the face with a back elbow! Cap hits another one and another, causing Mason to loosen the hold and enabling Cap to flip out of it!
Crumb: Cap did it! Cap did it!
Mason grips the side of his face as both Icons get to their feet. Cap hops up and takes Mason down with a clumsy dropkick! They scramble back up and Cap takes down Mason with another clumsy dropkick! Both Icons are slower to get back to their feet this time. Cap attempts to go for a third dropkick, but Mason swats away the attempt sending Cap crashing to the mat. Mason steps forward and kicks Cap in the face, knocking him back down to the mat! Mason grabs Cap’s leg and applies a stretch muffler!
Nelson: Painful submission applied by Mike Mason!
Crumb: Any momentum Cap had may be gone!
Rose: It’s a wrap for you guys old school buddy!
Cap yells out in pain as Mason crouches, sitting on the hold, causing him to cry out more. Cap begins to will himself out, twisting his body to try and escape. Cap kicks Mason in the side of the head and follows it up with a second kick, pushing him off of TM1. However, Mason maintains his grip on one leg. Cap pushes himself up on one leg and manages to blast Mike Mason in the head with an enziguri! Cap falls back down to the mat with Mason still gripping the leg.
A few moments pass before Mason and Cap get to their feet. Cap goes to swing at a rising Mason, but The Marvelous One kicks All-Star in the leg, before executing Simply Marvelous (Sky High) perfectly! Mason holds on for the cover.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Here is your winner...Mike Mason!
Nelson: Valiant effort from Captain All-Star, but Mike Mason takes the victory here tonight!
Crumb: And I'm sure he couldn't be happier.
Rose: With a body like Mike forget happier...he couldn’t be more marvelous!
METAL August 5th, 2018 - IPW First Ever Show
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~~
The camera pans across a backstage locker room area until Aaron Kostan is in frame. He’s lacing up his boots when suddenly he hears footsteps in the doorway. The man he sees there is IPW’s Mickey “Mouse” Greer, briefcase in hand.
Aaron: “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Aaron’s question is obviously sarcastic, though not nearly as much as in his past meetings.
Mickey: “I have something for you.”
Mickey holds the briefcase up before approaching Kostan. He quickly pops it open to reveal the IPW Television Championship belt. Aaron looks at it, then up at him.
Aaron: “Being a backstage reporter isn’t lucrative enough, so they have you hand delivering the title belts now?”
Mickey: “Actually, I offered.”
‘The Artist’ takes the briefcase from the backstage gossip reporter.
Aaron: “Of course you did. You know, I hadn’t talked to you a single time in the whole year I was here besides passing greetings in the hallways...then suddenly you’ve spoken to me three times just this summer. I want to know...what’s that about?”
Mickey: “I figured it was time I got to know you, of course!”
Aaron: “See, I know that’s not true.”
Mickey: “What? I can’t just be friendly?”
Aaron: “You could be, but I don’t think you are.”
The two stand silently for a moment. Aaron shrugs and motions with his hand that he’s waiting for the reply. A few more seconds tick by until Mickey finally begins to speak.
Mickey: “Fine...you want the truth? Butterscotch always gets the scoop around here, so I figured I would get ahead of her this time.”
Aaron: “And I’m the scoop?”
Aaron asks the question with doubt in his voice.
Mickey: “Ever since your promos for the Lord of Chaos tournament I knew something was starting to change about you. You were getting tired of being stuck in neutral. Then when this Sons of Gold, Oliver Black stuff sprung up...well that was the catalyst you needed.”
Aaron: “So you’ve been practically stalking me because you thought you had a story here? A new Aaron Kostan?”
Mickey: “Don’t ask it like that. That promo you posted this week proves I was right. Doesn’t it?”
Aaron: “...Yeah, you got your story. I’m done boiling on the back burner.”
Mickey: “I knew it!”
Aaron: “But it starts tonight, when I defend my Television Championship from Oliver Black and both Sons of Gold.”
The Television Champion picks up his belt from the briefcase and the scene fades to black.
~~
Herbert Torres: The following is a TAG TEAM MATCH that is scheduled for ONE FALL!
“Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger” by The Kamen Rider Girls Those beautiful voices covering the opening theme of Gokaiger filled the air. The IPW faithful produced that mixed reaction as 'The Toku Titan!' Geki Nitoh stepped out from the back in that full KyouryuBlue cosplay. He moved around the stage, hyping the fans up before being joined by none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux!
The duo known as The Toku Addiction met at the middle of the stage, high fiving one another before turning their attention to the ring at the bottom of the ramp. As they walked down it, Geki slapped hands with the fans while Xavier blatantly ignored them. Once they reached the bottom of the ramp, they looked to one another with a nod.
Sliding into the ring, Laroux popped up to his feet, yelling out. Geki climbed up onto the apron before ducking into the ring. He walked over to the lower right corner before taking off his helmet and handing it to a ring attendant. Rejoining Xavier in the middle of the ring, the two of them talked amongst each other as they waited for things to begin.
Torres: Introducing first...they are GEKI NITOOOOOOHHHHHH AND XAVIER LAROUUUUXXXXXX…THE TOKUUUUUU ADDICTIOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Time and time again in other companies, these two Icons have shown just how good they can be when they get to wrestle!
Rose: And yet at the same time, I’m not entirely sure that the wrestling part is what they need to be worried about at the moment.
Crumb: Agreed because I’m pretty sure these next two guys aren’t going to be.
Slayer's “God Hates Us All” starts playing and the two Southern brothers, Eric and Dexter Calloway, walk out nodding their heads along. They make their way down to the ring, looking just as ready to party as they are to fight, which to them is almost the same thing anyway. They step into the ring, hooping and hollering, ready to go against whoever they have tonight.
Torres: And their opponents…they are the team of ERIC and DEXTER CALLOWAY….THE HEADHUNTERRRRRRRSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: These two have somehow gotten even more aggressive since siding with New Regime.
Crumb: And no one seems to know that better than their opponents.
Rose: Well, let’s be fair. It’s not like Toku Addiction didn’t bring this upon themselves! They wanted the Headhunters to make an impact!
Xavier Laroux and Dexter Calloway are in the ring as the referee calls for the bell making the match officially underway.
DING DING DING!!!
Xavier immediately charges at Dexter and hits him in the mouth with a forearm smash to knock him off balance. The fans begin to cheer loudly as Xavier hits him with a European uppercut, and then a second, and then a third. Blow after blow sends Dexter staggering around the ring---Xavier continuing to remain aggressive! He then grabs Dexter and tries to shoot him across the ring. Dexter reverses the attempt and waits for Xavier to come back on the rebound, trying to get him into position for a back body drop! Xavier stops himself before reaching Dexter and hits him with a hard kick to the face. Dexter stumbles around as Xavier pulls him in and lifts him into the air for a belly-to-belly suplex! The fans cheer loudly as Dexter wisely creates a bit of space between the two of them before pulling himself back up to his feet.
Nelson: You had to figure that Laroux of all people was going to be very aggressive to start this match!
Crumb: Xavier has every reason to be aggressive in the beginning of this match, but you also have to remember that this is a lot different than the style that he excels at!
Once Dexter reaches his feet, he backs up toward the ropes and baits Xavier into stepping toward him. Xavier tries to grab Dexter to drag him back toward the middle of the ring, only to have Dexter hit him in the mouth with an elbow shot. Xavier stumbles around as Dexter throws him into the ropes. He hits him in the chest with a series of chops before stepping back toward the middle of the ring.
Crowd: WOOO!! WOOO!! WOOOO!!
Dexter charges forward and sends Xavier tumbling to the floor with a clothesline! Xavier tries to drag himself back up to his feet as Dexter steps out to the floor to meet him despite the referee's insistence to the contrary. Dexter grabs Xavier and immediately throws him hard into the guardrail! Xavier staggers around in an effort to create a bit of space between himself and Dexter, only to have Dexter quickly close the gap! The referee starts his count in the ring as Dexter runs Xavier's face into the ring post! Xavier drops to a knee and tries to recover, but Dexter hoists Xavier into the air and slams him onto the floor with a huge suplex! Xavier's eyes go wide in pain.
Crumb: You see what I mean about the more aggressive style not working in Xavier's favor, guys?
Nelson: Laroux is in a world of pain right now...
Rose: And it really doesn't look like things are about to get any better either!
Xavier Laroux slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet, Dexter shaking his head and watching him. He grabs Xavier and rolls him into the ring. Dexter runs over at Xavier and boots him in the side of the head to send him back down to the mat. He then walks over to his corner of the ring and tags Eric into the match. Eric and Dexter immediately begin to stomp away on Xavier, neither one giving him so much as an inch to work with. The Headhunters notice that the referee is coming over to stop them as the two of them lift Xavier off of the mat. Dexter slams Xavier down to the mat with a bodyslam, Eric following it up with an elbow drop. He stays on top of Xavier for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Immediately, Eric locks in a chinlock to try and further wear Xavier down.
Nelson: The teamwork that we have seen from the Headhunters has been impressive thus far.
Crumb: They knew exactly what Xavier was going to throw at them and they managed to counter it almost right away!
Rose: You have to respect that.
Xavier tries to drag himself back up to his feet, but Eric responds by hitting him with a few elbow shots to slow him down. Despite this, Xavier manages to reach his feet. In an effort to keep control of the match, Eric pulls Xavier in and tries to set him up for a reverse DDT! Xavier spins out of his grasp and drives his knee into Eric's ribs. Almost instantly, Xavier manages to snap off a swinging neckbreaker!
Xavier takes a moment to recover. Eric slowly pulls himself back up to his feet, stopping only when Xavier charges at him and delivers a knee trembler! The impact sends Eric staggering around. Xavier grabs him and tries to set Eric up for a __! Eric spins out of Xavier's grasp and tries to take his head off with a clothesline! Xavier ducks under the attempt and grabs Eric from behind, quickly lifting him into the air for a German suplex that he bridges into a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Xavier grabs Eric by the head and drags him over to his corner of the ring. Geki tags himself into the match as Xavier shoves Eric against a turnbuckle and hits him hard with a European uppercut! Seconds later, Geki charges into the corner and hits Eric with a handspring back elbow! Eric staggers around blindly before falling to a knee. Geki bounces off of the ropes and plants him on the mat with a bulldog! He hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Nelson: And now it is the Toku Addiction showing why they have been one of the more successful teams in California Wrestling history!
Rose: I still think the two of them are in for a world of hurt, Patticake! You can't change my mind on that one...
Eric pulls himself back up to his feet. Geki lines himself up with him and waits until he's nearly on his feet before running at him and trying for a dropkick. Eric ducks out of the way and Geki hits the mat instead. Geki is quick to make it back up to his feet, but Eric quickly nails him in the back of the head with a clubbing blow! He then spins Geki around, lifts him into the air, and slams him down with a backbreaker! Eric hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THR...KICK OUT!
Geki stumbles back up to his feet. Eric charges and tries to hit Geki with a clothesline! Out of desperation, Geki blocks the attempt by leaping into the air and hitting Eric with an enziguri! He staggers around from the impact as Geki bounces off of the ropes. Eric tries to slam him to the mat by lifting him into the air on the rebound---only to have Geki catch him by surprise with a hurricanrana! Geki hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Crumb: THAT WAS SO CLOSE!
The fans are in disbelief as Geki Nitoh briefly turns toward the referee and makes sure that it was only a two count. The referee nods. Geki then pulls himself back up to his feet and stands near the ropes, waiting for Eric to reach his feet. Once he's up, Geki charges---only to have Dexter reach out and grab him by the hair! Geki falls to the mat and slams the back of his head against it! Xavier immediately notices and charges across the ring, throwing himself through the middle ropes and delivering a huge spear that sends both Icons crashing to the floor HARD! The fans gasp as Xavier and Dexter lie on the floor in pain.
Back in the ring, Eric lines himself up with Geki and tries to kick him in the head with a punt! Geki just barely ducks out of the way! Eric's momentum carries him into the turnbuckle and even though he stops himself, he nonetheless finds himself getting hit with Rider Kick (superkick)! Geki hooks the leg for the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...the referee is suddenly yanked from inside the ring by the ankle!
Rose: What the hell?!
Outside the ring, Olivia Rhodes is revealed to be the perpetrator of pulling the referee out of the ring. Olivia clocks the ref with a right hand sending him down to the floor, out cold. At the same time, Fierce is in the ring, standing behind the Geki. Not hearing the ref’s third count, Geki gets up confused. As he turns around, Fierce locks him up in a bearhug before turning and slamming him down with a vicious belly-to-belly suplex! By the time Eric makes it back up, Olivia makes it into the ring and takes him down with a massive big boot!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OVERKILL HAS RUINED THIS TAG TEAM MATCH BETWEEN TOKU ADDICTION AND THE HEADHUNTERS?!?!
Rose: Probably...
Nelson: Probably what, Rose Marie?
Rose: Meh...I have nothing.
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Chaos September 5th 2018 - First Televised Broadcast
Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!
“Fight Music” by D12 blares as the show pans about the capacity crowd of about thousand or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “IPW: 4 Life!”, “Welcome Back Stooges!”, and “My Signs Gonna Be On Robot Chicken!!”
Nelson: We are live from the Hollywood Palladium located in Los Angeles, California!
The camera finally lands on the commentating table near ringside where Patrick Nelson, Todd Crumb, and Rose are seated.
Rose: Are we really live though, Patrick?
Nelson: Well actually what---
Crumb: Wait, wait, wait! Where is Joshua and who in the world are you?!
Nelson: Crumb, you know that Joshua Samson is now our boss since he is the owner of Iconic Professional Wrestling and this young lady joining our side at the broadcast table is the lovely Rose Marie.
Rose: Just call me Rose, guys.
Crumb: (under his breath) Hmmm...I rather have Joshua here...
Nelson: Anyway, welcome, Rose. We are actually live for those of you viewing us on the Heroes and Icons network here in Los Angeles, California while some of you may be watching a taped version that is being replayed on Adult Swim. Either way, we are happy to have you viewing what is going to be an iconic night of wrestling!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Crumb: So what’s on the format tonight, Patrick?
Nelson: Twenty Icons and Lady Icons will compete in the first round of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament. By the end of the month, we will crown the inaugural Heavyweight Champion of this company.
Rose: Thank goodness because I’m tired of seeing Oliver Black and Jason Dave carrying around those EHWF titles!
Nelson: There are rumors that the losers from each bracket will continue to compete but it will be for what is possible the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship.
Crumb: Ohhhh…
Nelson: Bare in mind that is all just rumors though as nothing has been substantiated as of airtime. We will just have to wait to see what transpires in the following weeks.
“NIGHTMARE!”
Blast through the The Hollywood Palladium, the crowd erupting in excitement for the appearance of the EHWF Anarchy World Champion, Oliver Black!
Nelson: This is highly unexpected!
Current Anarchy World Champion, and a man looking to become the first Iconic Champion in Oliver Black. As “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold blares through the p.a. system, Oliver Black storms through the black veil and into the arena, foregoing his usual posing to the fans. A leather studded jacket, the Anarchy World Championship around his waist and disdain in his eyes. Strutting behind him in a similar jacket his manager "The American Werewolf" Wes Meyers carrying a metal silver trash can slung over his shoulder.
Rose: Why is that idiot still carrying around that expensive ass paperweight?!
Crumb: Huh?
Nelson: Rose is referring to Black’s Extreme Hardcore Wrestling Federation Anarchy Heavyweight Championship belt.
Crumb: Oh...yeah...
Meyers places the trash can in the middle of the ring, Black reaching through the middle rope to take the microphone from Herbert Torres.
Oliver Black: Today marks the 275th day of my HISTORIC EHWF Anarchy Heavyweight Championship reign.
Black begins pacing the ring as Meyers stands stoic in the middle, arms crossed. The crowd showers the duo with jeers.
Oliver Black: December 5th 2017... 275 days ago I stepped into the ring with two legends in this business in Eric Smith and Bill Ryder. 275 days ago I stepped into the ring an underdog rookie against two champions. And 275 I proved everyone of you wrong and BECAME the legend! BECAME the CHAMPION!
Rose: He’s going to ride that until the wheels fall off, huh?
Oliver Black: For 275 days I was doubted, questioned by the likes of Astrid Sedin and Brianna Rissi. For 275 days I was called a paper champion, unworthy by the likes of Jason Dave and Kieran Overton. And for 275 days I proved everyone of them wrong!
There is a small section of the crowd the begins to cheer.
Oliver Black: Triple Threats and Death Matches. Hall of Famers and Cage Matches. The Nightmare Oliver Black continued to come out on top!
Nelson: For all the hyperbole, Black does speak the truth. When given the chance, he defended the championship and emerged victorious each time.
Rose: Even a broken clock is right twice a day, Patrick.
Oliver Black: That was until day 231 when Michael Rissi decided to stick his nose into business that didn't concern him! When Michael Rissi could no longer handle the fact that Oliver Black was bigger than his beloved Jason Dave. When Michael Rissi could no longer handle that Anarchy was more beloved than Mayhem. That was until day 231 when Michael Rissi SCREWED ME out of MY Bad Blood Championship!
Crumb: I should have really read my notes before the broadcast went live.
Oliver Black: And THAT was the day he LOST OLIVER BLACK! THAT WAS THE DAY EHWF FELL INTO THE DARKNESS!
Oliver reaches behind his back and unlatches the Anarchy Championship from around his waist and holds it eye level with the camera.
Oliver Black: But this is NOT day 231! This is NOT day 275! THIS IS DAY 1! Day 1 of my reign of darkness upon Iconic Pro Wrestling! Day 1 on Oliver Black's journey to becoming inaugural Iconic World Champion!
Oliver Black throws the EHWF Anarchy World Championship into the medal trash can in the ring!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS JUST DROPPED THE EHWF ANARCHY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT INTO THE GARBAGE CAN ON LIVE TELEVISION?!?!
Rose: Probably, “This is the smartest thing he’s done in two hundred and seventy-five days!”
Crumb: Hey, that’s Joshua’s line!
Nelson: Remember Samson is an executive now, Crumb.
Crumb: Oh yeah...
Wes Meyers reaches a hand into an inside jacket pocket and reveals a metallic Zippo lighter.
Nelson: That is a lighter! Black cannot possibly be thinking of doing what I think he is going to do?!
Flicking it open with a smirk as it ignites a flame before dropping it into the trash can. The can goes up in a flames.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS NOW SET THE EHWF ANARCHY HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP ON FIRE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Good riddance or burn, baby, burn!”
Oliver Black: 275 days ago they whispered you cannot withstand the storm... Today, on Day 1, I reply, I AM THE GODDAMN STORM!
Oliver drops the microphone in the ring as he and Meyers watch the flames from the trashcan burn higher.
Nelson: I...I..I hope that we do not get sued over the actions of Oliver Black tonight?
~~
As the video begins to unfold showing that of a static screen before becoming clear and showing that of a limousine pulling on up into view as it does it comes to a stop and the passenger back door opens up and the view of a size 12 Steve Madden brown dress shoe hits the black pavement below as the unknown individual steps on out of from the back area of the limousine.
After a few minutes, the scene changes to that of an unidentified male dressed in an Armani business suit and tie sitting in the dark in a leather chair, the unknown male pulls a cigar from out of his business suit’s front pocket and cuts the butt of it off with a cigar cutter as he does he lights the cigar. After a few seconds of having gotten the first few puffs in he speaks.
UNKNOWN MALE: "Every once in awhile greatness comes along and shines it's greatness upon an entity that entity being Iconic Pro Wrestling, so who am I you question, you'll soon find out within time you'll all know my name..."
The unknown male pauses as he takes a puff from his cigar again, before continuing on he exhales and a cloud of smoke follows shortly afterwards.
UNKNOWN MALE: "Do know one thing I will be that of the golden standard, for I will set that of what the standard should be unlike the neanderthals and idiots who've hired prior to my signing, hell they probably jus' signed the dotted line not knowin' wha' they had signed…"
As the unidentified male stopped speaking he took another puff from his cigar before putting it out in a nearby ashtray as he did a set of words flash across the screen as they did they formed that of a sentence…
THE NATIONAL TREASURE
SEBASTIAN STONE
IS
COMING
TO
ICONIC PRO WRESTLING!!!
SEBASTIAN STONE
IS
COMING
TO
ICONIC PRO WRESTLING!!!
Crumb: Oh wow! Sebastian Stone is coming to IPW!
Rose: Who the hell is Sebastian Stone?!
Nelson: We will be finding out in due time but for right now it is time to find out who will be getting the next opportunity to compete for the Television Championship.
Torres: The following is a FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH for an IPW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY!
The crowd explodes with cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
”Footsteps (Go Higher)” by Pop Evil plays throughout the arena as smoke begins to fill the ramp. Out of nowhere, Penelope begins crawling seductively while yanking on her hair here and there. The fans chant freak as she hissed at them. She finally made it to the ring and lays on her belly snarling while she waits for her opponent.
Torres: Coming to the ring first...from San Francisco, California….weighing in at one hundred and thirty-two pounds….standing at a height of five feet five inches….she is PENELOPPPPPEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Penelope looking to…
Rose: Wait, wait, wait…
Nelson: What is it?
Rose: Is this chick still employed here? I could have sworn she quit on us weeks ago?
Crumb: Hehee.
”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: Coming to the ring next…from Dusseldorf, Germany….weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….he is The Fiery Target….JAKKKKKEEEEEE RAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!
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: This young Icon came up short in his debut at the last Chaos but he really impressed everyone with his talent.
Rose: Probably the best of the Raab bloodline if you ask me. Though he needs to his info right about who is running things around here.
Crumb: That’s true. As much as we miss Joshua, he hasn’t been in charge for awhile.
The opening line of "Bad Motherfucker" By Machine Gun Kelly slams out through the speakers as Drake Jones steps out from the back, his ginger hair wet as he makes his way down to the ring talking trash as he looks around the ringside area. He slides up onto the ring apron and leans against the top rope before throwing his leg back and stepping into the ring.
Torres: Coming to the ring next….from Melbourne, Australia….weighing in at two hundred and three pounds….standing at six feet one inch...he is DRAKKKKEEEEE JONEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!
Nelson: This Icon has a heart of determination. I really think it is only a matter of time before Jones becomes an Iconic Professional Wrestling champion.
Crumb: I wholeheartedly agree, Patrick. Drake has the heart and skill that has really gotten the fans of IPW behind him.
Rose: Whatever you two are smoking, I wouldn’t mind taking a couple of puffs of it.
”With Mama Said Knock You Out” playing in the background Jessie walks out onto the stage and starts to bounce around trying to get loose. She waited for a few moments before she walked down and slaps hands with a few fans as she does this before she stops at the steps slapping the top of them before getting in the ring. She then get in and bounces around then if she is out on her own look at the enterance waiting for her opponents or if others are in the ring she looks on at them.
Torres: Finally from Iowa City, Iowa….weighing in at one hundred and forty-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches….she is a former Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion...she is the Hawkeye Warrior….JESSIIIIIEEEEE ROBERTTTTTTTSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Roberts is former Television Champion very much on the hunt to once again gain the title back.
Rose: You do know her reign was a fluke, right?
Crumb: Fluke or not, the record books will always state Jessie was a TV Champ in this company.
Drake Jones, Jessie Roberts, Jake Raab, and Penelope all stand in a respective corner, inspecting each other, until the referee rings the bell, signaling the start of the match.
DING DING DING!!!
Jake and Penelope waste no time squaring off as Drake Jones and Jessie begin to exchange right hands. Jake gets the advantage with Penelope as Jessie manages to overpower Drake Jones. Roberts goes to whip Drake as Raab goes to whip Penelope. They whip their opponents at each other. Drake leapfrogs over Penelope and Penelope runs underneath Drake’s legs! Penelope runs at Roberts and shoots off some right hands as Drake fires off a forearm in Jake Raab’s face. Jessie puts a knee to Penelope’s stomach to stop her momentum and pounds her back multiple times before sets him up for a suplex. Drake sets Jake up and plants him with a suplex in the center of the ring, just as Jessie suplexes Penelope, right on top of Jake Raab!
Crumb: That looked like it hurt!
Rose: Gee you think?!
Penelope and Raab are down as Drake runs and leaps over their body, hitting Jessie Roberts with a running dropkick, sending her spiraling into the corner. Drake runs and jumps onto the second rope. Then performing a monkey flip, Drake sends Jessie crashing down on top of Penelope AND Jake Raab! Drake ascends to the top turnbuckle, eyeing his three opponents. He dives off the top turnbuckle and comes crashing down on Raab, Roberts, and Penelope! Drake plays to the crowd and they loudly show their approval!
Nelson: Drake Jones putting on a show in the early goings of this match!
Rose: Too much showboating not enough pinning!
Drake turns around, only to be hit with a superkick from Jake! Drake spins around from the impact right into a DDT from Jessie Roberts! Drake hits the mat hard and Penelope joins in by hitting him with a sliding dropkick that sends Drake rolling underneath the ring ropes and outside of the ring! Penelope doesn’t get a chance to do anything else because Raab and Roberts run up behind her and flip her over the top rope, sending her sprawling to the outside! Raab turns and quickly hits Roberts with a spinning roundhouse kick to the stomach before whipping her to the ropes. Raab bends over telegraphing his next move. Roberts jumps over Raab and rolls him into a sunset flip pin!
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Raab quickly scrambles back up to his feet as does Roberts. The Hawkeye Warrior cuts him off with a forearm then a kick to the stomach before hooking him up for a suplex! The Fiery Target fights it, stopping himself in mid-air when Roberts goes to lift him up. Jake goes to lift Roberts, but Roberts does the same, stopping Jake’s attempt. Roberts knees Jake in the stomach and this weakens him enough to allow Roberts to lift him up and plant him with a brainbuster! As Jake rolls out of the ring, Drake climbs the turnbuckle from the apron and as soon as Roberts gets to her feet, Drake dives off the top and executes a picture perfect flying headscissors takedown! Penelope climbs to the top turnbuckle and as soon as Drake gets up, Penelope dives off and hits him with a missile dropkick! Penelope dives on top of Drake for the cover!
One...
Two...
THRE…KICK OUT!
Nelson: Two quick pin falls but the match is still going on!
Crumb: I’m having trouble keeping up with this action!
Penelope gets to her feet and grabs Drake by the head, lifting him to his feet. Penelope hooks Drake in a suplex position and carries him over to the turnbuckle before lifting him and putting him on the top turnbuckle. Penelope hits Drake with a right hand. Drake swings at her in response, but Penelope avoids it and hits Drake with another right hand! Penelope climbs up to the second turnbuckle and then to the top turnbuckle as she hooks onto Drake’s tights and tries to execute a superplex! However, Drake resists and hits Penelope in the midsection with a right hand to the midsection. Drake pulls back and hits her a second time. Penelope pounds his back in response. Suddenly, Jessie Roberts slides back in the ring and underneath the legs of Penelope. In one smooth motion, the Tower of Doom collapses as Penelope superplexes Drake Jones as Jessie Roberts powerbombs Penelope!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jessie gets to her feet, only for Jake Raab to come out of nowhere and nail Roberts with a flying knee strike! Jake covers Roberts for the pin.
One...
Two...
THRE...SHOULDER UP!
Nelson: We are really seeing how much these Icons want this here tonight!
Rose: And the best part is...they’re killing each other to do it! Ha!!
Crumb: Something is really wrong with you, girl!
Jake turns his attention to Penelope, the first Icon stirring, and drills her with a kick to the side of the head! He sees Drake trying to get to his feet and Raab turns and nails him with a kick to the side of the head! Jessie stirs and Raab turns and nails her with a kick to the side of the head! Penelope crawls back up to her knees. Raab kicks her in the chest, turns, and kicks Drake in the chest. He then turns and delivers a blow to Roberts’ chest! Jake goes around in a circle, delivering kicks to every Icon’s chest as the crowd cheers him on! Finally, he delivers kicks that knock all three Icon down to the mat!
Crumb: Talk about educated feet!
Rose: You’re an idiot, tool.
Jake Raab covers Jessie Roberts.
One...
Two...
Jessie Roberts kicks out!
Jake gets up and covers Penelope.
One...
Two...
Penelope kicks out!
Jake gets up and pins Drake.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Raab just tried to pin everyone!
Rose: And they all kicked out!
Jake retreats back into the corner and waits for Jessie to get up. When Roberts does, Raab runs forward looking for a Hadoken knee, but Roberts dodges and Raab goes flying into Penelope, taking her out with the knee! Jessie grabs Jake and throws him right into Drake, sending Drake spiraling through the middle ropes to the outside! Jessie grabs Jake’s head and plants him with a bulldog! Jessie takes a moment to catch her breath before getting to her feet. Jessie grabs a rising Raab by the head and then plants him with Hawkeye Pride (sitout powerbomb)! Roberts holds for the cover.
One...
Drake climbs to the top rope.
Two...
Drake dives off the top rope with a shooting star press.
THR...Drake crashes down on Jessie, breaking the cover!
Penelope slides back in the ring, grabs Drake, and throws him out of the ring! Penelope then drops down and goes for the cover on Jessie!
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Shaking her head, Penelope turns her attention to Raab, hooking his leg for the pin!
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Penelope looks slightly dejected, but doesn’t let it slow her down. She kicks Jake in the face, before climbing up the top turnbuckle. Penelope steadies herself on the turnbuckle, but before she can do anything, Jessie dives and slams herself against the top rope, causing Penelope to fall crotch first on the top rope!
Nelson and Crumb: OWWWW!!!!
Rose: I mean it hurts but not so much since she doesn’t have the guy parts...
Jake takes the opportunity to get to his feet and immediately kicks Penelope, knocking her silly! Jessie clubs Raab in the back and attempts a backdrop! However, Raab flips out of it, landing on his feet. As Penelope tries to stand up on the turnbuckle, Raab shoves Roberts from behind and into Penelope, crotching Penelope on the turnbuckle again!
Nelson: That turnbuckle is not the place Penelope wants to be at…
Rose: And yet she's there!
Jake grabs Roberts from behind and attempts to German suplex her, but Jessie holds on and fights off Raab with sharp elbows. Raab releases his grip around Roberts’ waist and staggers back. Roberts turns around and tackles him and the two Icon’s collision sends them both to the outside of the ring!
Penelope finally steadies herself and sees Drake slide back into the ring. Penelope dives off, looking for a missile dropkick! However, Drake dodges the move and Penelope crashes and burns! Penelope bounces up and turns around only to be hit with The Killswitch (Air Raid Crash/White Noise) from Jones!
Crumb: WHAT CAN PENELOPE BE THINKING AS DRAKE JONES DROPS HER WITH THE KILLSWITCH?!?!
Drake goes for the cover.
One...
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: Your winner...and receiver of an Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship match...Drake Jones!
Nelson: Jones has pulled out the victory here at Anniversary Armageddon!
Rose: That was...surprisingly exciting...
As the camera fades in Aaron Kostan is seen walking through the hallways backstage. The IPW Television Championship is strapped around his waist, and his typical warm smile is on his face. He shakes the hand of a passing referee who is sure to wish him good luck before continuing on. Aaron, however, doesn’t continue but stops dead in his tracks. The camera pans right where one of his three challengers, Oliver Black is standing.
Oliver notices him, and with a reluctant groan he continues walking down the hall. He bows his head in an attempt not to get noticed. It doesn’t work though, as he hears the shuffling of feet and Black steps into his path.
Aaron: “...Oliver.”
Aaron’s gaze shifts so that he is eye to eye with his opponent.
Oliver: “Aaron...I can’t help but notice that you’re trying to avoid me.”
Aaron: “I’m pretty sure that’s what opponents usually do. Especially when one has been attacked by the other on three separate occasions in the past two months.”
Oliver: “You really do hold on to grudges, don’t you?”
Aaron: “Grudges!?”
Aaron’s raised voice attracts the attention of some nearby security, but Oliver holds a hand up to let them know everything is fine. Kostan reluctantly nods his head in agreement and lowers his voice.
Aaron: “You shouldn’t be in this sport, in this company, and certainly not in this match competing for my title tonight...You are a vile man, a villain.”
Oliver: “I-”
Aaron: “But the reason I’m trying to avoid you is because Mickey Greer may have been right. What’s a hero without a villain to stir him to action? I’ve been in a rut as of late...winning matches, but nothing more. Maybe...just maybe...it’s a good thing a villain was there to get me out of it.”
Oliver puts his hand to his chest sarcastically in exaggerated shock.
Oliver: “Is that gratitude I hear?”
This time Oliver does look down with surprise as the Television Champion reaches his hand out. The two men shake hands, Kostan never taking his hate filled eyes off of Oliver. Finally, Aaron sidesteps and begins to walk away at a rather brisk pace spurred on by his animosity. However, before turning the corner he has one last thing to shout to his challenger.
Aaron: “Keep in mind Oliver, the villain always loses.”
Oliver: “We’ll see Aaron....we’ll see.”
~~
Chaos “An Icon Crowned” October 14th, 2018 - IPW First Champions Are Crowned
Torres: The following is the Championship Round in the Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Tournament! It is for the IPW Television Championship scheduled for ONE FALL and a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
“Vanity” by Christina Aguilera plays as Brianna Rissi steps out from the backstage area.
Torres: Making her way to the ring first hailing from Melbourne, Australia…weighing in at one hundred and three pounds….standing at a height of five feet...she is BRIANNA RISSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Rissi is looking very focused!
Crumb: Brianna could be walking out of here tonight with her second ever championship in her career and the first ever IPW Television Championship!
Rose: Meh...
The guitar hits on “The Last Pale Light in the West” by Ben Nichols and out from the back walks Jackson Felix Coltrane. The arena lights cast a fiery orange around the stadium as the Iconic-tron kicks into gear with the initials “JFC” fading in and out over a setting sun at the end of a long, narrow road in the desert. Jackson walks down the ramp slowly, slapping the hands of kids along his way. He gets a little running start and slides into the ring to face/wait for his opponent.
Torres: Coming to the ring next hailing from Phoenix, Arizona..he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches...he is JACKSON FELIX COLTRANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Coltrane has been very active tonight coming out to the rescue of his fellow Icons. Regardless if he wins the championship tonight, he has won the hearts of these great fans!
Rose: I rather have the championship.
Crumb: Jax has this in the bag. Trust me, guys.
Suddenly "Same Again" - the Slaves begins to play and Minx comes out with with a purpose filled expression on her face.
Nelson: What is this? Minx is not scheduled to be here tonight.
Crumb: Last I heard she was rumored to be injured.
Rose: Does it really matter? She is heading this way.
Minx walks down the ring while both Jackson and Brianna watch her with interest. As she passes the ring Minx blows both of them a kiss before moving to the announcers’ table. Once there, she sits in an empty chair and pulls on a headset.
Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, we are being joined Minx.
Rose: How exciting...another Chaos...another guest commentator...
Minx: Hello, hello. I just thought that it would only be appropriate for the rightful champ to come on down and get a closer view. Besides, I would not miss such a monumental match.
Crumb: “Rightful champ?”
Minx: You know exactly what I’m talking about! That should be me.
Nelson: Perhaps, but we did not even think you were in the arena. We all saw your satellite interview earlier with Butterscotch Monroe.
Minx: What do you want me to say? Surprise! The way you’re talking is making me feel like you’re not happy to see me. How about we just focus on the match.. ENOUGH ABOUT ME.
“Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy blares throughout the arena as a very dapper suited Joshua Samson, Esquire, carrying a halliburton briefcase, walks out to the top of the ramp. There is an uproar of jeers throughout the crowd. Samson raises an eyebrow and chuckles upon hearing the disdain from the audience.
Crumb: It's still so weird to have Joshua as the boss!
Nelson: A lot has definitely changed over the years, Crumb, but our buddy Joshua Samson is running the show!
Samson makes his way down the rampway and enters the ring. He is given a microphone, walks to the center of the ring, and places the briefcase down next to him.
Samson: I hope everyone is enjoying tonight’s Chaos “An Icon Crowned” because this next match will be the first of two that will give Iconic Pro Wrestling it’s first ever champion!
The crowd explodes with cheers.
Samson: And it will be this ten pounds that either Jackson Felix Coltrane or Brianna Rissi will proudly wear around their waist!
The Owner Extraordinaire bends to open the briefcase and pulls out the freshly forged Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship.
The crowd explodes in even louder cheers.
Crumb: WOW, that’s a beautiful belt!
Rose: I have to agree with you, Todd. That is a nice piece of jewelry! Too bad you won’t get to wear it first, Minx.
Minx: You’re such a doll, Rose! Just rubbing it in a bit more, a little dirt in the wound. What’s that expression? “First is the worst…”
Samson hands the title belt to the referee before gathering up the empty briefcase and exiting the ring.
DING DING DING!!
---Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Tournament: Championship Round: Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Championship Match: Brianna Rissi vs. Jackson Felix Coltrane---
Both contenders turn to acknowledge Minx before locking up in the center of the ring.
Nelson: What was that about, Minx?
Minx: Perhaps they’re nervous of what I might do, but I’m just here to watch the show. This is their moment.
Jackson goes to use is strength to get an early advantage. He pulls her close to deliver a standing clothesline but Brianna ducks down as she delivers a right cross to Jackson's jaw. Jackson staggers back as Brianna skips back to the corner. After a few seconds Brianna jumps up to the top ropes. Jackson steadies himself then lunges forward only to be caught by a flying clothesline from Brianna. Both Icons fall to the mat and Brianna goes for the pin.
Nelson: Early pin attempt!
One...Jackson forces his shoulder up as he reverses the pin. Almost immediately Brianna kicks out and the referee separates the two.
Crumb: I’m so excited for this match! Wouldn’t it be great to see Jax holding up the TV title at the end of this match?
Minx: You can’t be serious right now. Jax is a nice guy, but he doesn’t have what it takes to be champion. This whole back and forth is cute, but isn’t it just prolonging the inevitable?
Rose: So do you feel it would turn out differently it were you in there against Brianna instead of Jackson? I mean, you talk a mean game but you are as much of a rookie as they are. Probably the least experienced as a matter of fact.
Minx: You make a valid point, Rose. I mean based off the mistakes I have already made it is quite obvious that I have a lot to learn. Although, I also don’t think that just because one individual has been around longer that it makes much of a difference these days. Besides, I got to have confidence otherwise who knows where I would be…
**
In the ring, Jackson shakes the cobwebs out of his head and lunges forward with an Accounting Error (An Inverted F-5 where Jackson’s opponent is on his back across Jackson’s shoulders and is thrown off landing on his back.) attempt.
Crumb: Hey, look! Jax may be ending it here!
Minx: Unbelievable! But is it enough?
Brianna slams her fist into Jackson's shoulder forcing him to break the hold. She slides down Jackson's back and hits him with a Northern Lights suplex.
Nelson: Rissi has hit her finisher!
Crumb: WHAT CAN JACKSON FELIX COLTRANE BE THINKING AS HE HAS BEEN LAID OUT BY BRIANNA RISSI?!?!
Rose: Probably, “I can’t possibly lose this to a simple Northern Lights suplex!”
As Jackson lays stunned on the mat, Brianna drops down for a schoolboy rollup pin attempt.
ONE…
TWO….
THREE!!
Torres: The winner and FIRST EVER Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion….Brianna Rissi!!
Crumb: BRIANNA RISSI IS THE TELEVISION CHAMPION!
Rose: Unbelievable. You thought she was insufferable before…
Brianna pops to her feet and is given the TV title belt.
Nelson: Well thank you for joining us tonight, Minx. We hope to see you back in an Iconic Professional Wrestling ring really soon.
Rose: Pffttt...Patrick doesn’t speak for all of us.
Minx: Thanks for having me, Nelson! I guess you too, Crumb. Rose, I have nothing to say to you. You’re just a bitter retiree.
Minx drops the headset on the table and walks away from the table.
Rose: Bye, hoe….
---
Crumb: This final match tonight is going to be so exciting!
Nelson: There has been a lot of drama surrounding a lot of Icons this week, but in the end it is Stasi Herveaux and Aaron Kostan that are competing for the top championship in this company!
Rose: And the company won't let people forget that!
Torres: The following is the Chaos Main Event! It is the Championship Round of the Iconic Professional Wrestling Championship Tournament! This match is for the IPW Heavyweight Championship and it i 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 as the fans quickly jump up to their feet, awaiting the arrival of the raven haired lady, Stasi Herveaux. The heavy guitar rift echoes and as it transitions into lyrics, Stasi emerges from the backstage area by stepping through the black curtain. She is holding her hands behind her back as she slowly and powerfully walks to the top of the ramp with a smirk upon her face. Once she's reached the ramp, she stops and holds her arms out to her side at shoulder height as she soaks in all of the energy coming from the fans. Holding her right hand up to her ear, she continues to listen as a wide smile makes it way across her lips. She stands there for a few moments before extending her arms back out and walking down the ramp. At the halfway point, she starts skipping sideways, swinging and crossing her arms in front of her a few times, until she reaches the bottom where she stops and puts her hands back before her back as she smiles again. She walks off to the right, hips swinging from side to side before she hops onto the ring apron. Standing up right away, Stasi puts her back to the ropes and smiles before removing her studded black leather ring jacket. She twirls it around her head once before quickly thrusting it down to the ground and stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Stasi then heads over to the closest turnbuckle and climbs onto the second one, extending her arms out once again as she turns from her right to her left, continuing to absorb the energy coming from the crowd. After a bit, she hops down and stands off to the side as her entrance music fades out.
Torres: Introducing first from Pasadena, California... weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of five feet eight inches….she is STASI HERVEAUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: This young woman has shown she is neither a fluke nor a fly by night Icon!
Rose: Well, she gets to prove it again now, doesn’t she?
Crumb: Stasi has been my pick since the beginning of the tournament. You guys just didn’t want to listen to me!
Nelson: She looks ready for one of the biggest matches of her career!
Rose: Honestly, Patrick...I'm not sure why you'd think any differently…
The lights go dark as "Miami Showdown" begins to play over the speakers. A single spotlight races up the ramp to the top of the stage. There Aaron Kostan steps into the halo of light, a hood covering his head, and stretches his arms out wide. He takes a deep breath as he drinks in the crowd's cheers. For a moment, his lips move in silent prayer as he looks upward. Then, at the thirty second mark he finally drops his arms, throws back the hood, and beings to walk to the ring as the spotlight follows him. When he gets to the ring he walks calmly up the steps and, with a final scan of the crowd, he steps through the ropes.
Torres: Coming to the ring from Charlotte, North Carolina….weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds….standing at a height of six feet tall...he is The Artist….AARON KOSTAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: This young man looks ready for a battle!
Rose: Stasi hasn’t lost a match since she’s stepped foot into an IPW ring! He'll need to be ready for a battle!
Crumb: This is going to be a class A wrestling clinic!
“Hate Me Now” by Nas featuring Puff Daddy blares throughout the arena as a very dapper suited Joshua Samson, Esquire, carrying a halliburton briefcase, walks out to the top of the ramp. There is an uproar of jeers throughout the crowd. Samson raises an eyebrow and chuckles upon hearing the disdain from the audience.
Crumb: It's still so weird to have Joshua as the boss!
Nelson: A lot has definitely changed over the years, Crumb, but our buddy Joshua Samson is running the show!
Samson makes his way down the rampway and enters the ring. For the second time tonight, he is handed a microphone as he makes his way to the center of the ring. He places the briefcase at his feet before speaking.
Samson: So this is it! This is the moment that after twenty Icons competed in separate matches we have narrowed down to just two. Stasi Herveaux...
The crowd gives out a mixed response of cheers and jeers.
Samson: ...and Aaron Kostan.
The crowd gives an uproarious cheer at the mention of his name.
Samson: Say what you will, think what you will, but these two Icons have cemented themselves in the IPW history books for just being in this match. But only one can, and will, leave Chaos tonight as the FIRST EVER ICONIC PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Crowd: IPW! IPW! IPW!
Nelson: Listen to this crowd tonight in the Barker Hangar!
Crumb: What?! It’s too loud, I can’t hear you, Patrick!
Samson bends down to open the briefcase and to pull out the newly forged title belt.
Samson: And only one will wear THIS…
Samson: ...and proudly represent this company!
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING---
Rose: If you don’t shut up with all that damn yelling!
Samson hands the title belt to the referee before scooping up the empty briefcase and exiting out of the ring.
Nelson: It is finally time to crown an Icon!
The referee looks at both Kostan and Stasi to make sure they are ready for the beginning of the upcoming match. Kostan and Stasi both nod at the referee. He holds up the IPW Heavyweight Championship belt for all to see again before handing to Torres outside of the ring.
DING DING DING!!
---Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Tournament: Championship Round: Iconic Heavyweight Championship Match: Stasi Herveaux vs. “The Artist” Aaron Kostan---
Crumb: TIME FOR AN ICON TO BE CROWNED!
Almost immediately, Kostan charges across the ring to try and grab Stasi. She ducks underneath the grapple attempt and hits Kostan in the chest with a series of chops.
Crowd: WOO! WOOOO! WOOO!
Blow after blow connects as Kostan stumbles a bit. He regains his balance and tries to knock Stasi down with an elbow smash! Stasi ducks underneath the attempt as well and leaps into the air, catching Kostan in the mouth with a knee strike! Kostan regains his footing as Stasi bounces off of the ropes. Kostan tries to catch her by surprise by lifting her into the air. Stasi responds by sending him down to the mat with a headscissors takedown!
Nelson: Herveaux needed that takedown to continue her good start to this match!
Rose: If Stasi knows what she's doing--and it's Stasi, so of course she does--she'll just keep up the aggression, wait for Aaron to make a mistake, and pick up the win!
Crumb: You got all worked out, huh, Rose?
Rose: Yep.
Kostan tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Stasi catches him on the jaw with a knee strike before quickly grabbing him and locking in a front facelock. Stasi begins to apply pressure and yells out at the crowd, drawing a mixed response from the fans that are able to hear her. Stasi shakes her head and ignores the response.
Nelson: This hometown fans have really not been fully behind Herveaux tonight compared to her past appearances on Chaos.
Rose: The fans are a fickle bunch.
Kostan uses his strength to force his way out of the hold, lifting Stasi off of the mat, and slamming her into the nearest turnbuckle! He takes a few steps back and does it again---this time Stasi having no choice but to release the hold! She slumps against the turnbuckle as Kostan takes a few steps back toward the center of the ring. He charges forward and tries to crush her against the turnbuckle with a clothesline! Stasi ducks out of the way just before Kostan can make contact! He crashes into the turnbuckle and staggers around, Stasi leaping into the air and planting him on the mat with a tornado DDT!
**
Stasi waits for Kostan to start pulling himself back up to his feet. She tries to set him up for a Migraine (heel kick to the back of the head), but Kostan blocks the attempt! Stasi staggers a few steps before recovering and charging at Kostan---getting caught with his Airplane Spin (airplane spin into a fireman’s carry neckbreaker) instead! He hooks the leg and covers.
One…
Two...
Thre...KICK OUT!
Nelson: And now Kostan was just a millisecond from becoming the first ever Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion!
Crumb: Come on, Aaron!
Rose: Now who’s being bias?
Stasi slowly pulls herself back up to her feet. Kostan lines himself up with her. Once Stasi is standing, Kostan charges! Stasi leaps into the air and catches Kostan by surprise with a hurricanrana instead! Kostan tries to pull himself back up to his feet, only to have Stasi charge and deliver the Wire Shut (double knee facebreaker)! The fans give a decidedly mixed response as Stasi hooks the leg.
One...
Two…
Thre...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Oh wow, that was another close one!
Rose: Do it again, Stasi!
Stasi Herveaux glares at Kostan and mumbles something to him. She slaps him across the face and waits as Kostan drags himself back up to his feet.
Crumb: What was the slap in the face for?!
Once Kostan is standing, Stasi charges and gets caught with an urinage! Kostan hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Thre...KICK OUT!
Nelson: Can you believe that she kicked out of that one?
Crumb: Stasi wants to keep on fighting!
Kostan looks down at Stasi in complete and utter disbelief. She slowly starts to pull herself back up to her feet. Once Stasi is standing, Kostan runs at her and tries for a clothesline. Stasi ducks underneath the attempt and bounces off of the far ropes. On the return, she hits Kostan with a forearm smash that sends him staggering. She bounces off of the ropes and tries again---Kostan trying to cut her off with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Stasi lands on her feet behind Kostan and hits him with an enziguri that sends Kostan stumbling. She charges at him. Kostan turns around and connects with a discus elbow to the bridge of her nose!
Crumb: WHAT CAN STASI HERVEAUX BE THINKING AS AARON KOSTAN HAS BUSTED HER NOSE?!?!
Rose: Probably, “it must be lady time ‘cause that’s a lot of blood!”
Disoriented, Stasi staggers back and bounces off the ropes right into the clutches of Kostan. He pulls her up onto his shoulders before coming down with Finale (Argentina DDT). Stasi lands on the mat awkwardly and is seemingly out cold. Kostan covers.
One…
Two...
THREE!!
Torres: The winner of this match...and the FIRST EVER Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion...Aaron Kostan!!!
Kostan holds the Heavyweight Championship high in the air for a moment to the cheers of the adoring fans.
Nelson: These two went back and forth, but Aaron Kostan was able to pick up the win!
Crumb: I'm more concerned with Stasi, honestly.
Rose: That was an awkward way for her to hit the mat...
Though relishing in the accomplishment, he turns and looks over at Stasi, who is now being checked on by EMTs. The camera focuses on them a few moments longer before the CPW logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to an end.
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A traditional wind instrument from the Japan known as the shakuachi provides subtle ambience to the scene presented. A luscious garden of bright flowers, leafy green plants and bamboo stalks. A small stream cascading slowly over the stones is the only other noise around. In the garden sits a lone individual. Their head down, sitting in a cross legged posed. There hands resting palm up on either knee.
The camera begins to slowly focus in toward the individual. Slowly the meditative trance is broken, the head begins to rise. The face is masked behind an adaptation of a samurai helmet. The shakuachi's ambience fades in the background. The camera pans further and further away from the masked man. We see the mask again and the name..Koji Kasai.
The Iconic tron fades.
Crumb: Wow another new Icon coming! Our second year in operation is going to be great!
Torres: The following contest is a BARBWIRE MASSACRE MATCH set for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The camera swings around to shows the barbed wire where the ropes should be, the chairs wrapped in barbed wire leaning against the guardrail and the plywood boards covered in barbed wire lying on the floor surrounding the ring.
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.
Torres: Introducing first from Parts Unknown….she weighs in tonight at one hundred and twenty-five pounds….standing at a height of five feet five inches….she is LUCCCCYYYYY FUHHHHHHRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!
Crumb: This cannot end well, can it?
Rose: Do they ever?
Crumb: God help us all… but no...
Nelson: And you have to wonder, what else have these two thought up in their sick and twisted brains to do to each other?
"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.
Torres: And her opponent hailing from Kansas City, Missouri….weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty-four pounds….standing at a height of five feet four inches...she is LANNNNNAAAAAAAA JACOBBBBBBBBSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: I cannot help but feel a sense of foreboding when we intentionally give Lady Icons like these two license to do this.
Crumb: You know bad things are about to happen, what else are you supposed to feel?
Nelson: I do not know but I do not like this at all!
Rose: Let the slaughter begin!
The referee steps to the middle of the ring and checks with both Lady Icons. Receiving the responses he was looking for, the referee nods and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Lana charges across the ring and launches herself for a flying clothesline. Lucy catches her and spins into a side slam that lands Lana back first across the wire.
Crowd: OHHHHHH!!!!!!
Lana stumbles out of the wire, her arms pulled in like a Tyrannosaurus. She falls to her knees and Lucy drills her with a big boot to the face. Lana falls back and lands across the wire as if on the bottom rope. Lucy grabs the barbed wire, pulls it up, and grinding it into Lana’s flesh. Lana screams out in pain. Lucy sets for a curb stomp across the wire but Lana kicks back and catches Lucy in the stomach. Lana pulls herself through the wire and lands on the floor on the outside.
Nelson: Lord help us but where is she going?!
Crumb: I don’t know, but look at the blood already!
Lana grabs the first wire-covered chair she comes to and dives back into the ring. Lucy stands up and Lana blasts her between the eyes with the chair. Lucy staggers back, clutching at her now bleeding makeup covered face. Lana gives her a second chairshot to the same spot! Lucy staggers back again and Lana blasts her a third time that knocks her back into the wire behind her. Lucy grimaces in pain. Lana blasts her hard again, knocking Lucy through the wire. Lucy tumbles to the floor, the remnants of the wire wall still sort of clinging to her.
Crumb: DEAR GOD!!!
Nelson: Fuhr went all the way through!
Stepping back to the middle of the ring, Lana raises the chair to the cheers of the bloodthirsty crowd. She runs forward and leaps out onto Lucy, smashing the chair down onto the face painted woman’s back. Lucy goes down hard, crying out in pain!
Lana dives back into the ring, bringing the chair with her. She holds it up and the crowd cheers her on. Lucy reaches out for help as Lana turns and runs over with the chair again. Lana leaps out of the ring and Lucy finds a barbed wire baseball bat. Lucy rises, swings, and smashes the bat into the chair, smashing the steel back into Lana’s face! Lana bounces hard off the edge of the ring before falling to her knees, bleeding like a stuck pig. Lucy staggers back, also covered in blood, the bat falling to the floor as she does so.
Crumb: MY GOD, WHAT AN IMPACT!
Rose: I don’t wanna know what they’re gonna do now...
Crumb: How is either one standing?
Nelson: I… have no idea…
Lucy grabs a table and sets it up in front of the announce table. She finds a second table and sets it up as well. She picks up one of the barbed wire boards and sits it on top of the table, covering the second one as well. Lucy grabs Lana and brings her over to the tables, standing her up and tossing her onto the announce table. Lucy stands up on the announce table and then steps across to the wire covered one, looking to stand Lana up with her.
Nelson: What the hell is Lucy Fuhr doing?!
Rose: I’m not sure we wanna know…
Grinning, Lucy glances down at the table beneath her feet, pulls a lighter out of her boot, and sets the entire thing on fire.
Crumb: WHAT CAN LUCY FUHR BE THINKING AS SHE SETS THE BARBWIRED TABLES ABLAZE?!?!
Lucy steps across and picks up Lana. She grabs Lucy by the head, swings over, and goes for a tornado DDT that sends both Lady Icons crashing through the flaming, barbed wire covered table head first!
Nelson: OH MY GOSH!!!
Rose: That’s it...they’re dead…
Avoiding the flames, the referee checks on them to find Lana’s arm draped on top of Lucy. He shrugs and counts.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
Trainers and EMTs rush in with fire extinguishers to put out the fire. Both competitors lay in the heap of broken burnt wood, babwire, and blood.
Torres: Here is your winner… Lana Jacobs!!!
Crumb: Is this the end?
Rose: Somehow, I doubt it...
Pyro explodes along the entrance stage as Anniversary Armageddon returns fro intermission. The camera scans the cheering capacity crowd before coming to rest upon the Stooges at the commentary table.
Nelson: Welcome back to Iconic Professional Wrestling’s first ever internet pay-per-view celebrating our first full year in existence!
Crumb: What a night we have had so far and we haven’t even gotten to the title matches yet!
Rose: Well they’re up next, Crumbbum.
Nelson: Yes they are. Coming up...
Suddenly the Iconic tron flickers between the back and forth between a colored picture and black and white. The sound of static echoes through the screen while overshading the movement in the background. The picture cuts in and out of a clear black and white picture to that of a picture of white noise and dysfunction. Whenever the picture manages to hold a few seconds of normality, the image of a hooded man is barely noticeable lingering in the background. The hood covers the individuals face keeping his identity a secret. He keeps his back towards the camera but does manage to spit out a few words before the broadcast goes to black.
"Soon, the world will witness something they never thought was possible. Soon, you will have all the answers you seek. You should heed this warning carefully while keeping an eye on everything that's going on around you. I promise you won't have to wait long for me to show you the light."
Screen fades to black.
Crumb: Yet another incoming Icon!
Rose: Hmm...something about this one though sounds very familiar.
Nelson: Iconic Professional Wrestling has been making a lot of noise on the wrestling scene so it only stands to reason that there are many wrestlers looking to capitalize and contribute to what we have here in Santa Monica.
Torres: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Iconic Pro Wrestling Real Championship!
The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Sedin walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. Walking to the top of the ramp, she stops and spreads her legs apart, using her hands to fluff her hair as a twisted smirk begins to make its way onto her face. Standing there for a few moments, Astrid 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.
Torres: Introducing first… the challenger… from West Chester, Pennsylvania… she is the “Iconic Queen”… AAAASSSSTTTTRRRRIIIIDDDD SSSSAAAAMMMMSSSSOOOONNNN!!!!
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. She waits for her opponent off to the side, sitting on the middle rope with her arms spread across the tope one as her music slowly fading out.
Nelson: Everything from the past few months is coming to a head here tonight and I for one am going to be grateful to Astrid Samson if she can pull a win out here tonight.
Crumb: There is a lot on the line but Astrid needs to keep her mind clear and her attention focused on the task at hand. We all know what she can be like if she lets things start to get a bit cloudy.
Rose: Uh… do you guys not see the bandage that is around her right hand? Rumor has it that ASStrid put her hand through a mirror and cut her hand pretty bad. I honestly don’t believe she’s mentally stable to be competing in this match tonight.
Crumb: But she has been cleared to compete so you know that she’s not going to let Stasi Herveaux get away in this match.
Nelson: Astrid Samson is a smart, resourceful young woman… but then again so is Stasi Herveaux. This match sure is going to be interesting.
Torres: And her opponent…
”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 bottoms 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.
Torres: From Pasadena, California… she is the Iconic Pro Wrestling Real Champion… SSSSTTTTAAAASSSSIIII HHHHEEEERRRRVVVVEEEEAAAAUUUUXXXX!!!!
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: You can sense and possibly feel every ounce of energy and confidence that is coming from the Real Champion, Stasi Herveaux.
Crumb: She’s been pretty active in the Twitter department in hyping up this match and they both traded tweets where they posted pics with animals and said it was each other, Astrid called Stasi a pig and Stasi called Astrid a… well it was a picture of a donkey but I don’t want to say the word.
Rose: An ass… Stasi called ASStrid an ass which is something that I’ve been saying for years but yet nobody wants to listen to me. Stasi Herveaux is going to steam roll all over ASStrid unless the daft ASStrid can come up with a major miracle.
The referee takes the IPW Real Championship from Stasi and holds it high above his head.
DING DING DING!!!
With both women standing in their respective corners, the tension between them started to grow. The referee tells the women to come to the center of the ring to start the match or he would start to count them out. Arms folded across her chest, Astrid strides to the middle of the ring scowling as Stasi is all smiles and meets her there. The two women stand “nose to nose”, looking deep into each other’s eyes, muttering things under their breath that nobody can hear. The taller Stasi finally rolls her eyes and this angers Astrid who attempts to nail Stasi with a forearm. But Stasi is able to block it and goes to hit Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head) to end the match early… but at the very last second, Astrid turns around and grabs Stasi’s ankle, falling backwards and sending Stasi flying across the ring.
Astrid was quick to get up to her feet with Stasi following closely behind. The blonde rushes over to Stasi and hits her with a low front dropkick that sends her backwards into the corner. Astrid promptly marches over to Stasi and bends down to grab her by the hair, but Stasi was ready for her and instead drives her foot into Astrid’s left shoulder, allowing the black haired beauty to get up to her feet, using the ropes for a little bit of extra support. Astrid comes charging towards her for a clothesline but Stasi gets out of the way just in time, causing Astrid to go headfirst into the turnbuckle. Stasi takes this opportunity to start to hit multiple back elbows.
Nelson: There is so much animosity between Herveaux and Samson and tonight it is all spilling over and neither are holding anything back.
Crumb: It is only the beginning of the match but I have a feeling that both Stasi and Astrid have tricks up their sleeve because neither are wanting to be the loser at the end of this.
Rose: I still don’t think that ASStrid is mentally ready for this match. Just look at what she’s done so far… or should I say lack there of. She’s being hot headed and Stasi’s just going to roll over her like a runaway train.
Stasi continues her onslaught against Astrid by pressing her foot into the Iconic Queen’s throat for a corner foot choke, the referee instantly starting to count. Stasi barely releases it in time before getting counted out, Astrid instantly coughing as she tries to catch her breath as Stasi argues with the referee. Astrid tries to mount an offense by chopping Stasi with her bandaged hand, causing her to wince in pain… but it comes to no avail as Stasi drives her boot into her head with a superkick. After Astrid falls to the mat, Stasi goes for the very first pin attempt of the match.
One…
Two…
TH…KICKOUT!!
Nelson: Stasi Herveaux sure is not holding back any punches when it comes to Astrid Samson. It is looking like what Rose Marie said about Samson is coming to fruition.
Crumb: Though Astrid is getting in a few hits. But it seems that it isn’t enough.
Rose: ASStrid is just an ass. She’s a weak, shell of her former self… not like it was really much of anything anyway.
Stasi briefly argues with the referee before turning her attention back to Astrid who was on her hands and knees. Smirking, Stasi notices Astrid bandaged right hand and like a hawk who has spotted its prey, goes after the hand by stomping on it multiple times. Astrid screams loudly in pain as she pulls the injured hand out of Stasi’s way, bringing it close to her torso but this only angers Stasi further and she kicks Astrid’s good arm out from under her, causing Astrid to fall forward and allowing Stasi to capitalize more. Stasi flips Astrid onto her back and instantly starts nailing her with mounted headbutts that look as though Stasi’s trying to get the KO victory.
Nelson: Herveaux has been controlling most of this match and even when Samson has been able to get in a hit, it has only been just that… a hit.
Crumb: Stasi is playing with Astrid’s mind and has been for weeks. She’s got Astrid right where she wants her and if Astrid doesn’t do something soon… god help us.
Rose: I don’t like either woman to be honest so I really can’t really say which one of these I want to win. But I dislike Stasi a slight bit less than ASStrid.
Stasi grabs a handful of Astrid’s blonde hair and forcibly pulls her back up to her feet. Stasi mutters something as she pulls her face in close. Astrid attempts to create some space by slapping Stasi across the cheek and then shoving Stasi with her left hand. Stasi answers this by nailing a shoot kick right across Astrid’s torso where Astrid was holding her hand and following it up with a falcon arrow and another cover.
One…
Two…
THR…INTERRUPTION!
Astrid’s bodyguard Daveena comes and pulls Stasi off of Astrid, allowing Astrid to roll out of the ring, and hits her with a stiff forearm that sends her back into the corner. Daveena goes to check on Astrid and manages to get her to her feet.
Nelson: It is no surprise to me, nor should it be to anyone, that Daveena has come out here in an attempt to help Samson. But has it been enough?
Crumb: How did the referee not see that?
Rose: That is what I would like to know! That should’ve been an automatic disqualification.
Daveena turns around and nudges Astrid off to the side, just in time to take missile dropkick from Stasi off the middle turnbuckle. Daveena goes crashing into the security barrier, her head bouncing off the steel ring steps. A few members of ringside crew rush to Daveena’s side as Stasi grabs a stumbling Astrid by the hair once again and throws her into the ring. Sliding in, Astrid quickly starts hitting her in the back with closed fists. Stasi tries to fight her off but is forced to retreat into the corner. The referee forces Astrid to back away and she’s clearly running on fumes when she charges Stasi and hits her with a corner double knee strike. Astrid then grabs Stasi by the ankle and pulls her away from the corner before going for her first cover of the match.
One…
Two…
THR...KICK OUT!
Astrid is visibly frustrated as she gets up to her feet.
Nelson: Astrid Samson took advantage of Stasi Herveaux hitting Daveena with that kick. It provided her with a glimmer of hope. But will she be able to capitalize?
Crumb: I sure hope that she can because I really don’t want to hear what Stasi would have to say should she walk out of this as the winner.
Rose: No matter which one of them wins… we’re not going to hear the end of it.
Astrid pulls Stasi up to her feet and turns her back to the Real Champion before launching herself up and back for a back flip kick (pele kick). But Stasi moves out of the way just in time and Astrid inadvertently takes out the referee instead.
Nelson: Oh that cannot be good?
Crumb: Astrid tried to hit Stasi, but she moved and took out the ref instead. I have a feeling that things are going to wind up...
Rose: They need to get a new referee down here…NOW!
Astrid looks shocked as Stasi (who was leaning against the ropes) starts cackling like a wicked witch.
Stasi: YOU FUCKED UP BITCH!
Astrid was huffing and puffing, trying to regain her breath as Stasi continued to laugh and took a few steps forward towards her opponent. Astrid attempts to fight Stasi with a flurry of kicks, but it is Stasi who’s able to take Astrid down with a leaping shoulder block.
Stasi: I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU QUIT!
With a smug smirk on her, Stasi hoists Astrid’s leg up over her head and, with Astrid laying flat on her stomach, locks in Misery Business (over the shoulder single leg Boston crab) causing Astrid’s torso to twist. Astrid instantly starts screaming out in pain as Stasi laughs more and applies more torque and pressure into her submission hold. It doesn’t take long before Astrid’s bandaged (and bleeding) right hand is tapping the mat… and with the referee still seemingly knocked out cold he can’t call for the bell to end the match.
Nelson: Astrid Samson has lost this match, but with the referee still down and out, it does not count.
Crumb: I don’t know how much Astrid has left. She’s spent the majority of this match getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter by Stasi.
Rose: And I am loving it… every single moment of it.
Stasi is clearly frustrated but keeps the hold locked in as Astrid screams out in pain and tries to reach for the ropes that are a few mere inches away. All of the sudden, a hooded figure jumps over the barrier from the crowd and pulls her towards the ropes, but Stasi just pulls her back towards the center while glaring at the hooded figure. But the unknown person just slides into the ring and takes Stasi out with a stiff kick to the top of her back, causing her to release hold. Standing tall, the hooded figure throws back the hood to reveal themselves to be William James Ryder aka Bill Ryder.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BILL RYDER HAS MADE HIS ICONIC PRO WRESTLING DEBUT BY HELPING ASTRID SAMSON?!?!
Nelson: I for sure think this is a little bit confusing considering that they were at odds were they not?
Rose: Ugh… damn baby daddy.
The referee starts to stir and groggily gets back up to his feet as The Headhunters come running down the ramp as Bill hastily gets out of the ring, Stasi slowly using the ropes to get back up to her feet as Astrid lays on the mat just under the bottom rope. Eric and Dexter only get to the apron before Overkill members Fierce and Olivia Rhodes come bursting over the security barrier and instantly start fighting with the Calloway brothers. Stasi watches with a look of anger on her face.
Stasi: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?
Stasi continues to watch the brawl, yelling all sorts of things at her fellow New Regime members. But since her back has turned, she doesn’t notice that Bill has quickly slid back into the ring and helped Astrid back up to her feet before sliding back out again. The Iconic Queen takes a few stumbling steps forward, her hair all a mess.
Astrid: STASI YOU CUNT… I’M STILL STANDING!!
Eyes wide, Stasi turns around and instantly charges at her challenger, looking to hit a clothesline. But Astrid bends backwards for a matrix evasion and turns it around to hit Stasi with a Snapmare driver.
One…
Two…
THR…KICK OUT!!
Nelson: Oh Samson caught Stasi Herveaux off guard.
Crumb: And then drilled her face first into the mat like a boss.
Rose: Oh please don’t like anything happen. GET UP, STASI!
Security works to clear the chaos happening outside of the ring as Astrid lays on her back, looking up at the rafters as tears of frustration slowly trickle down the sides of her face. It takes a few moments, but Astrid is able to muster up the strength to get back to her feet at the same pace that Stasi does. Both seem to be stumbly at running on fumes when Astrid blocks another clothesline attempt from Stasi and hits her with a knee to the gut, pulling her over towards the ropes. As Astrid goes to step through the ropes, she stumbles but is caught by Bill Ryder who was still outside the ring.
Bill: You good?
Astrid: I need… I need to finish this.
Bill puts her back on the apron, allowing Astrid to mumble something to Stasi before setting her up for and hitting her with #LILBIT (slingshot DDT). Stasi falls to the mat like a stack of bricks and Astrid uses what strength she has left to crawl over and cover Stasi.
One…
Two...…
THREE!!!!
Torres: Here is your winner AND NEW IPW Real Champion… Astrid Samson!
Nelson: I honestly did not think that Astrid Samson was going to be able to do it but she has somehow managed to overcome the onslaught from Stasi Herveaux and come out as the new Iconic Professional Wrestling Real Champion.
Crumb: I’m about as surprised as you are. I know she had stated that she’s got a few tricks up her sleeve and that she was willing to do whatever it took.
Rose: SHE HAD GODDAMN HELP!
“Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria begins to play again as the referee hoists Astrid’s hand up in the air and hands her the IPW Real Championship while still seated. He and a few members of the ringside crew then check on her, but it is Bill who pushes his way through the crowd and helps her out of the ring. As he helps her to the back, she manages to hold the belt up a little bit as the scene fades.
The scene opens up backstage, obviously near the curtain as we are nearing the Television Championship match. The camera focuses on The Sons of Gold in one corner, their manager Jon Kellar standing between them even though they seem to be a little friendlier than the last time they were on TV together.
As Hiro turns briefly to the other side of the room, the camera follows his eyes. There, in the opposite corner of the room, stands IPW Television Champion Aaron Kostan who motions for Hiro to come to him. The Golden Son complies.
Hiro: “Aaron, friend, are you ready?”
Aaron: “As ready as I’ll ever be...but listen, I wanted to say something to you before we went out there.”
Aaron looks over Hiro’s shoulder towards Kono then back. His voice is noticeably softer than usual.
Aaron: “Trust me, I’m all for forgiving people. I believe in second chances, so I’m happy it looks like you and your brother may be making amends. However, being forgiving in nature doesn’t necessarily mean blind trust.”
He pauses as he strategically considers his wording. He looks at Kono again, and the two briefly make eye contact in the small room.
Aaron: “Just watch your back, Hiro. Be careful.”
A couple of seconds pass before Hiro nods and offers his hand.
Hiro: “Good luck.”
Aaron accepts it and the two men, champion and challenger, shake hands.
Aaron: “Yeah...you too.”
The scene fades to black.
~~
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Helloween October 28th, 2018 - IPW First Supershow
Torres: The following EXTREME MATCH is scheduled for ONE FALL with a FIFTEEN MINUTE time limit!
The lights go out in the arena as blue and white strobe lights light up the stage. “Not Gonna Die” by Skillet hits over the PA System with the lights flashing in time with the rhythm. The black curtain is pushed aside and Silver Kazama steps out from behind it onto the stage. The crowd erupts into cheers as Silver walks over to the left side of the stage, his arms extended out to his sides as he panders to the fans.
He walks over to the right side of the stage and taunts to the fans again to another chorus of cheers. He moves back towards the center of the stage and begins to make his way down the ramp as he slaps the hands of fans on his way down to the ring.
He slides into the ring and jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, throwing both of his arms into the air, and pointing to the sky. He climbs down before walking over to the far set of ropes, climbing on the middle rope before holding his arm up again and calling out to the fans. He climbs down once more and walks towards his corner. He pulls his shirt up over his head and throws it into the crowd as “Not Gonna Die" fades out of earshot and the lights return to normal.
Torres: Coming to the ring first hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana….weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds….standing at a height of six feet even...he is SILVER KAZAMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Kazama made his Iconic Professional Wrestling debut at the last Chaos broadcast and almost instantly made his impact on the landscape as a whole.
Rose: Pump your brakes, Patticakes. Yes, it’s true Silver played the hero role along with Jackson Felix Coltrane and Aaron Kostan but I think you’re overplaying his impact?
Crumb: No way, Rose, Silver joined up Jax and Aaron to stand up against the wrongdoings of people like the Dark Karnevil! If that’s not making an impact, I don’t know what is?!
The lights dim as the opening verse of “Toxic Pretender” by Vanna begin to play around the arena. After 13 seconds we hear the phrase “YOU FUCKING DISGUST ME!!” erupt as the lights flash in dark purple and red hues purple. In the shadows of the darkness Acrimony make his way onto the stage from behind the curtain. Walking to the far left side of the stage Acrimony stares out at the crowd from under the hood of his unzipped black hoodie. Walking back to the center of the stage, Acrimony drops to his knees and lets in a deep breath as he places both arms behind his head before pulling himself back to his feet and making his way down to the ring.
As Acrimony reaches the end of the entrance ramp, rolls under the bottom rope, and makes his way to the far right corner of the ring. Standing on the second turnbuckle Acrimony stretches his arms out wide as he keeps his head down before pulling them in to form an X under his chin. Lifting up his head up, Acrimony lets out a sick, sinister laugh to the crowd before fixating his gaze over at the announce table before hopping down off the turnbuckle. Taking a seat in the same corner, Acrimony runs his hands through his hair, pulling at it while he waits for the match to begin.
Torres: His opponent hailing from a State of Bitterness...weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds….standing at a height of six feet two inches….representing the Dark Karnevil….he is ACRIMONNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Crumb: Hold me!
Rose: I’ve told you about touching me!
Nelson: Hehee...
DING DING DING!!
---Extreme Match: Matthew “Silver” Kazama vs. Acrimony---
Kazama almost immediately runs across the ring and hits Acrimony in the head with a hard forearm shot. He follows it up with a second and then a third. Acrimony tries to fight back, but Kazama is absolutely relentless in his assault. Blow after blow connects with the Unforgiven One. Kazama grabs Acrimony and shoots him across the ring, following in close pursuit and delivering an avalanche in the corner! The fans are on their feet as Acrimony desperately tries to stagger away from Kazama. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't even get the option to do that as Kazama sends Acrimony to the floor with a big clothesline.
**
Acrimony pulls himself back up to his feet, grabbing the steel chair in the process. Kazama finally recovers and charges at Acrimony. The Dark Karnevil member responds by throwing the chair at Kazama. Silver catches it, but that doesn't seem to matter to Acrimony. He leaps in the air and kicks the chair into Kazama's head, drawing blood and sending him down to the floor!
Rose: And now...we have...blood.
Laughing, Acrimony grabs the chair. He hits Kazama with it one more time for good measure before turning his attention to the booing crowd.
Nelson: Pandering to the crowd is not something I would expect from Acrimony.
Crumb: I agree, Patrick. He has shown very little concern to what anyone thinks.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Giving the crowd the middle finger, Acrimony turns back toward Kazama. Silver is up and connects with a Devil Trigger (540 kick), that sends Acrimony staggering back into the ropes. Kazama uses this opening to grab the chair and blast Acrimony with it.
Nelson: I cannot say I saw that one coming, but once again...
Rose: Yeah, yeah, yeah...Silver impresses!
Crumb: Silver is definitely getting some revenge from last Chaos!
Kazama rolls Acrimony into the ring. He then begins to fish around under the ring, emerging just seconds later with a table. The fans are on their feet, going absolutely insane. Kazama slides the table into the ring. He sets the table up near a turnbuckle and grabs Acrimony. Silver climbs up the turnbuckle with Acrimony in his grasp. He reaches the top and looks behind him to make sure that he is lined up with the table. The fans are on their feet in anticipation of what is coming next.
Unfortunately for Kazama, he seems to second-guess himself, as Acrimony hits him with an elbow and then a second. He delivers a third elbow and is able to escape Kazama's grasp enough to pull himself up to his feet on the top rope. Acrimony carefully balances himself on the ropes.
Nelson: I do not know if I like where this is going.
The fans hold their breath to see what is going to happen next. Kazama finally recovers. Acrimony runs on the ropes and hits Kazama with Malice (ripcord jumping knee)! Kazama falls back and crashes through the table!
**
Acrimony rolls into the ring, looks toward the entrance, and shakes his head. He then looks up to see a chain is slowly lowered from a hook in the ceiling. As the chain comes to a stop he looks across the crowd and sneers.
Crumb: What is this madman thinking on doing?!
Acrimony calls for the microphone. As it is tossed to him, he walks over and stands above Silver.
Acrimony: SO….YOU WANT TO BE THE HERO?! YOU WANT TO BE THE SAVIOR AND TRY TO ANSWER THE SILLY CALL TO HEROES? WELL, SAVIOR, YOU DIDN'T GET IT DONE!
Acrimony looks across the crowd and points across the room as he speaks.
Acrimony: Did you think it would make you famous to all these fans by defeating me? Did you think you would get some points with the boys in the back for standing up to evil?
Silver lays motionless.
Acrimony: I am not going to show you how to be popular, Kazama, I will not show you what it is to be liked in the back. I…will show you what it means to be feared, Kazama…I will show you what it means to be hated.
As the crowd emphatically boos, Acrimony drags one end of the chain over to Silver. He wraps the chain around his neck and secures it in the back. He then looks back to the entrance and gives the thumbs up gesture. The hook begins to rise in the air taking up the slack in the chain. Acrimony helps Silver to his feet and the chain acts as a noose around his neck. The chain begins to slowly pull Silver into the air. The pain awakens Silver who begins jerking and trying to pry himself from the chain to no avail.
Acrimony: Kazama…. You're a hero! Listen to them, Silver…. Hell, you’re more than a hero, you’re about to be a martyr. They love you, Silver Kazama, just listen to them.
Nelson: This has got to be stopped, GET SOMEONE OUT HERE!!!
Rose: Do you really expect someone to come out here to stop this?
Crumb: What can Silver be thinking as the air escapes his lungs and he begins to choke to death?!
Nelson: SOMEBODY STOP THIS… MY GOD HE IS GOING TO KILL HIM…THE SON OF A BITCH IS GOING TO KILL HIM!
Acrimony stands in the ring and looks upward as Silver is suspended about ten feet above the ring. His jerking motions begin to slow and his face is flushed as his oxygen becomes depleted.
Nelson: We really need to get Kazama some help out here…
~~
Torres: The following is THE GRAND FINALE match for the ICONIC PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
"Unstoppable" by The Score plays through the arena, the slow drumbeat slowly encouraging the crowd to clap along.
There's a moment
In your bones when
When the fire takes over
In your bones when
When the fire takes over
The first to emerge is Jon Kellar, manager of the Sons of Gold. As the music plays, Kellar stands on the stage and raises his hands out to either side. His protoges step out onto the ramp alongside him, wearing hooded jackets made of a reflective material. They catch the light, flickering as they do.
Ooh, they can say what they want now
Kellar theatrically reaches into his pocket and puts on a pair of expensive sunglasses, then crosses his arms in front of of him and looks down
Ooh, 'cause we'll be screaming out
The lights in the arena suddenly switch to a brilliant gold. Both sons of Gold raise their arms out wide as their jackets shimmer and shine in the light. Kellar continues to look down as the Sons of Gold stride confidently to the ring, before following them behind. Hiro slaps hands with a few fans his way down to the ring, and smiles all the way. Kono just walks, ignoring the fans trying to get his attention.
We can be heroes everywhere we go
We can have all that we ever want
Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies
Standing on top like a champion
Keep your silver, give me that gold
You'll remember when I say
We can be heroes everywhere we go
We can have all that we ever want
Swinging like Ali, knocking out bodies
Standing on top like a champion
Keep your silver, give me that gold
You'll remember when I say
We can be heroes everywhere we go
Both men reach the ring. Hiro jumps up onto the apron while Kono walks up the metal steps slowly, and steps through the middle rope. Hiro runs along the apron and leaps onto the middle rope before raising both his hands. His hood slides back and he bathes in the golden light coming down from the ceiling.
Keeping us down is impossible
'Cause we're unstoppable
'Cause we're unstoppable
Kono reaches the far side and slips his jacket off, then throws it into the crowd aggressively. He pushes himself up onto the top turnbuckle and sits there, not even acknowledging the crowd. Hiro meanwhile leaps over the top rope into the ring, and removes his own jacket. He warms up, jumping from foot to to foot as he stares towards the ramp as the music fades out.
Oh woah, we're unstoppable...
Oh woah, we're unstoppable…
Oh woah, we're unstoppable…
Torres: Coming from Kyoto, Japan….they are HIROOOOO and KONOOOOOO MASAKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Though the Sons of Gold have come out together, they will be competing individually in this match tonight for the Television Championship!
Rose: If they’re smart they’ll try to work together as long as possible to increase the odds of one of them walking out of her as the TV Champ.
Crumb: Agreed.
Rose: Don’t ever do that.
The lights in the arena go out, the crowd pops as the pitch black twinkles with the light of cell phones. A slow melodic chime of reassembling a child's jack in the box plays through the speakers. A few lights flicker on stage, a guitar, base and drums all chim in slowly keeping beat with the creepy chimes. But then all goes silent.
NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)
With the opening scream of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold echoes through the arena. The Nightmare Oliver Black 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 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!
The price of evil
And it hurts to know
That you belong here, yeah
Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare!
Nelson: Black has the possibility of joining Aaron Kostan as the only Icon in Iconic Professional Wrestling to have been the Television and Heavyweight Champion with a win here tonight.
Rose: If that punk wins we riot!
Crumb: You really need to get over your hate for him.
Rose: I don’t hate him per se. I hated his kidnapping father.
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. 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.
Torres: Finally coming to the ring hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina….weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds….standing at a height of six feet tall….he is the first ever Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion….he is the reigning, defending, and undisputed Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion...he is The Artist...AAROOOONNNN KOSTAAAAANNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!
Crumb: Aaron Kostan is the greatest Icon in IPW history! I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.
Nelson: Many could argue otherwise but Kostan would and should rightfully be included in that discussion.
Rose: Meh...
The Sons stare across from one corner, as Kostan stands in another, and Black in another still. Black has a cocky smile on his face.
Nelson: Well you do not have to like Oliver Black but you cannot deny he has played a role in bringing this match together. This is one of the most talked about matches on Social Media….
DING DING DING!!!
Both Sons and Kostan sprint towards Black and pummel him in the corner. Fists fly left and right as the Nightmare finds himself pinned back against the turnbuckle.
Crumb: Yeah… and I suspect Oliver may be regretting that right about now.
Rose: Rubbish! This is nothing but cheap tactics from inferior opposition.
Black takes another hit to the head and hits the mat, but is almost immediately pulled back to his feet by the Sons of Gold, who grab an arm each and pull him forward into a double knee strike. Black writhes on the mat as Kostan rebounds off the opposite ropes and comes flying at him with a baseball slide that sends Black rolling to the outside of the ring. All three men stand tall in the ring, much to the delight of the fans.
Nelson: Well… Black said he wanted some excitement and he certainly got that.
Crumb: Yeah… amazing how things come back to bite you…
Rose: The referee should stop this match.
Crumb: Why?!
Rose is silent as the three men separate. Aaron backs away from the united Sons of Gold who both advance on him, but clash shoulders as they do. They turn and stare at each other, and Kono shoves Hiro.
Nelson: Looks like the alliance between the Sons of Gold might be breaking down already!
Rose: Hah!!! Who had two minutes in the betting pool?!
Hiro doesn’t retaliate, but out of the corner of his eye he realises that Black is starting to pull himself up on the outside. He runs away from his brother, jumps onto the corner and throws himself to the outside with a Golden Triangle Moonsault to take the Nightmare back down. Hiro lands hard, and both men find themselves sprawled on the outside, leaving just Kono and Aaron in the ring. Both of them look towards their crumpled opponents.
Nelson: Hiro landed hard there and looks like he will not be getting up any time soon.
Crumb: Neither will Oliver!
Kono and Aaron look towards each other, and with a shrug, Kono blats Aaron in the face with his elbow, sending the Artist back into the corner. Kono approaches and strikes him again with his elbow. He drags him out of the corner into a double underhook and drives his knee up and into Aaron’s face, then he does it again, and again. He releases Aaron, who drops to his knees on the mat, and Kono rebounds off the ropes and gives him a knee to the head on his return. Kono rolls him over and covers him
One…
Two…Aaron gets his shoulder up.
Kono wastes no time in driving a few cheeky elbows into his face while he’s on the ground before being told off by the referee. He then quickly transitions into a front facelock to keep Aaron on the ground, but Aaron is able to twist his way out into a mounted hammerlock. Aaron wrenches on Kono’s arm and shoulder, but Kono reaches out and grabs the ropes before any serious damage can be done. Aaron breaks the hold, and Kono gets up his feet only to find himself in a side headlock. He pushes Aaron back onto the ropes and throws him across the ring, going for a lariat on the return, but Aaron ducks it and goes to a rear waistlock, delivering a German suplex that sends Kono hard to the mat. Aaron rolls away and takes the opportunity to get his breath back.
Nelson: A clash of styles here… Kostan clearly has the technical edge but Kono…
Rose: Kono is going to punch his head in!
Kono struggles up to his feet, leaning on the ropes as he does, but finds himself back on the mat as Oliver Black grabs him by the legs and trips him, before dragging him from the ring. Black kicks Kono hard in the head as he comes out of the ring, then throws him into the barrier before rolling into the ring to get at Aaron.
Black charges at Aaron who quickly takes him down with a drop toe hold! Aaron locks his feet on Black’s ankle, keeping him grounded on the mat. Black swivels on the mat, looking for a way to escape. He then decides to swing at Aaron’s face. He misses with his first attempt and second attempts, but finally connects with a third, causing Aaron to break the hold. Both challenger and champion scramble back to their feet. Black quickly hits Aaron with a series of right hands, backing him up against the ropes! He grabs the champ and whips him to the other side of the ring. On the rebound, Black propels Aaron over his head with a back body drop!
Nelson: Did you see how high Aaron Kostan was in the air off that backdrop?
Crumb: I certainly heard him come down!
Aaron gets back up to his feet. Black pushes him against the ropes and whips him to the other side of the ring a second time! This time, Aaron uses the momentum to his advantage, swinging over and behind Black with a tilt-a-whirl! The Artist quickly looks to lock on a Fujiwara armbar, but Black resists, fighting against his efforts! Black quickly drops backwards, falling onto Aaron and breaking his grip. The Nightmare rolls over and grabs Aaron’s arm, attempting to lock in a cross arm breaker! However, Aaron wiggles out and scampers across the ring. Both Icons eye each other, gripping their arms.
Rose: I will say this much...these two will forever be linked in IPW history.
Crumb: They sure will. Batman needs Joker just like Joker needs Batman. It has been clear our first year that Aaron needs Oliver just as much Oliver needs Aaron.
Before Aaron and Black and lock back up, the Sons of Gold scramble back into the ring. Kono charges at Black while Hiro goes at Aaron. All four men are struggling with each other. Kono is pinned down on his knee by a vicious onslaught by Black, while Aaron is trying to fight off a similar onslaught by Hiro. Suddenly, both men swing a kick at their respective victims and both victims catch the legs, trip their opponent and, flip them over. Kono locks in his variation of the Half Boston crab, crushing Oliver’s skull under his boot as he does.
Crumb: Kono Lock!
Aaron meanwhile rolls Hiro over into the Kostan Krab, driving his knee into the Golden Son’s back.
Crumb: Kostan Krab!
The crowd roars at the simultaneous submission holds as Kono and Aaron glare into each other’s eyes. Kono twists Black, who howls in pain and reaches for the ropes, but can’t get there. Aaron drives his knee into Hiro’s back even harder, to much the same reaction. Kono lifts up his foot and stomps on Black’s head to try and get him to tap.
Crowd: TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP!!!!
Nelson: If Black taps then Kostan loses the Television Championship without being pinned!
Both men continue to tighten their holds, but it’s Hiro who raises his hand first. He can’t reach the ropes, but he keeps extending his hand, trying to reach it. He looks up at Kono, and Kono looks down at his brother and shakes his head.
Rose: Golden Boy’s about to tap!
Hiro shakes his head and his arm drop to the mat. In a flash, Kono releases the hold and blats Aaron hard in the face with a lariat, forcing him to break the Kostan Krab. The crowd cheers, knowing that the match will continue
Crumb: I don’t believe it! Kono just saved his brother!
Rose: No… Kono just saved his chance of winning the Television Title!
Aaron, clearly frustrated that Kono decided to go for the strike, counters Kono’s offence and throws him into the corner. He retreats across the ring, rebounds off the ropes and drives his knee into Kono’s face. Kono drops to the mat and rolls out onto the corner of the apron. Aaron turns and realises that both Black and Hiro are still on the mat. He sees his chance and jumps onto the top rope, then stands tall. He smacks his hand against his elbow a couple of times.
Crumb: Elbow drop incoming!
But no! Kono manages to regain his footing enough to pull on the rope and plant Aaron on the turnbuckle plums-first. Aaron winces as his precious jewels bounce off the turnbuckle, and he slumps. Kono looks at Aaron, then looks out to the floor, specifically to the pig-latin announce table. A smile spreads across his face.
Nelson: Oh no!
Crumb: Don’t do this!
Rose: No, seriously… do this. I wanna see this!
With Aaron still nursing his special area, Kono climbs up the outside of the corner, and grabs “The Artist” in a front facelock. He delivers a few punches to the ribs for good measure and then, checking over his shoulder, launches both of them off the turnbuckle with a superplex that sends them crashing through the pig latin announce table.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The toll of the match clearly showing on Hiro’s face, he digs deep to move over to Black. He pulls Oliver Black up onto his shoulders. He staggers a little as the crowd hold their breath.
Crumb: Here it comes!
The crowd cheers as at last Hiro delivers the Rising Golden Sunbomb, driving Black into the mat hard. The referee drops to the mat and counts.
One…
Two…
Suddenly the lights go out. The crowd boos in a state of anger and confusion.
Nelson: What just happ…
Crumb: Hold me!
Rose: If you don’t get your penis pumping hands off of me!
The lights come back on. Hiro is still pinning Black but the referee is flat out on his front. Hiro releases Black and rolls over to the referee, shaking him to try and bring him back.
Nelson: It looks like someone attacked the referee while the lights were out!
Crumb: And Hiro had this won! He hit the Rising Golden Sunbomb!
Rose: No ref...no win.
Hiro shakes the referee, but he’s out cold. Another referee comes running down the ramp to replace him, but by the time he gets there Black has made good his escape to the ring apron where he can’t be pinned. That turns out to be a mistake, however, as Kono Masaki is waiting for him and thumps him hard. Kono climbs up onto the ring apron and grabs Black in a rear waistlock, still on the apron, before throwing him with a sick looking German suplex that plants the Nightmare firmly on his neck on the apron. With a groan, Black rolls off the apron onto the outside.
Crumb: My goodness!
Nelson: That was absolutely sickening! Oliver Black could have suffered a serious injury!
Rose: We could only be so lucky.
Kono enters the ring to find his brother waiting for him. With no other opponents around the two Sons of Gold stare each other down.
Crowd: FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!!!
Nelson: The Sons of Gold have almost managed to avoid each other completely so far, but now they have no choice. Aaron Kostan is still lying among the wreckage of the pig latin announce table!
Rose: And Kono just tried to kill Oliver!
The two sons approach and Kono nails his brother in the face with a hard right. Hiro staggers back into the corner, but as Kono charges Hiro leaps over his head with a sunset flip.
One…
Two…
Kono kicks out, but finds himself being pulled to his feet by his brother who drops him with a snap suplex. Hiro covers his brother again.
One…
Two…kick out!
Nelson: Hiro looking to put his brother away quickly if he can!
Hiro pulls Kono up to his feet and grabs his wrist, before spinning him round and going for a knee strike. Kono breaks loose from the wrist lock and sidesteps the kick, before turning and grabbing his brother from behind with a wrist lock of his own and blasting him with a hard lariat to send him to the mat.
Crumb: FATHER’S PRIDE!!!!
Kono drops onto the mat and covers his brother.
One…
Two...
THRE…the pin is broken at a hair’s breadth between the referee’s hand and the canvas by Aaron Kostan who throws himself at Kono to break the hold.
Kono rolls away clutching his face. Aaron is clearly still feeling the impact of crashing through the table, but still manages to pull the barely conscious Hiro to his feet. He signals to the crowd, and then goes to lift Hiro onto his shoulders. He stumbles and falls, clearly still feeling the effects of Kono putting him through the table earlier.
Crowd: LET'S GO AARON!!! LET'S GO AARON!!!
Aaron smiles as the crowd wills him on, and he goes to lift Hiro onto his shoulders again, but again falls down.
Nelson: I think Kostan is looking for the Argentine DDT, but I do not think he has got enough left!
On the third time of asking, Aaron lifts Hiro up onto his shoulders, looking to deliver the final blow. Unfortunately, the wasted time has allowed Oliver Black to recover and The Nightmare charges into the ring and chop blocks Aaron as he finishes the move. Hiro still hits the mat, but Aaron is forced to roll away clutching at his knee. He tries to get up, but as he gets to a knee he finds himself on the receiving end of a shining wizard. That impact puts him flat out, and he rolls out of the ring to the outside. Hiro, now almost completely blacked out, does the same – leaving only two men in the ring.
Crumb: This is maddening! How can this match still be going?! Everyone has hit their finishing manoeuvres!
Rose: Everyone but one…
Kono Masaki and Oliver Black, both exhausted and on their knees in the centre of the ring, realise that they are, realistically, the only two men still in it. They approach each other slowly, and push their heads together, effectively using the other to stay upright. Oliver reaches back and thumps Kono hard in the side of his head with an elbow strike. Kono reaches back and returns the favour. Leaning on each other, but still blatting each other with elbows, they struggle back to their feet.
Crumb: How can these two even stand?
Now on their feet, Black switches to kicks, a hard kick to the side of Kono’s ribs is returned in kind by Kono. Another kick from Black, and another kick from Kono!
Nelson: All pretence of wrestling is out of the door in these late stages. These two just want to kick the hell out of each other.
Rose: Hey… don’t mock it if it works!
Black kicks Kono hard and this time Kono falls back to his knees. Black realises he’s got the advantage and goes for a buzzsaw kick. He starts with a few kicks to the ribs, then as he goes for the killer blow to the head, Kono ducks. Black’s momentum spins him 180 degrees and he falls down, allowing Kono to pounce into a full nelson. He drags The Nightmare to his feet and slams him into the mat with a dragon suplex. Kono lets out a howl as he rolls back to his knees, his teeth gritted, his eyes almost aflame. The crowd roars.
Crumb: This is it! Kono just needs to hit Father’s Pride!
Kono approaches Black, who is struggling back up. Kono grabs Black by the wrist and spins him round looking for the Father’s Pride, but Black ducks it. Kono turns and Black leaps and drops him with Darkness Falling. Kono’s head bounces off Black’s knee and he flops onto the mat. Black uses what’s left of his energy to pull himself up to his knees and direct his fall so that he lands on top of Kono Masaki.
One…
Two…
THREE!!
The referee raises the hand of the almost completely unconscious Oliver Black.
Torres: Here is your winner… and the NEW Iconic Pro Wrestling Television Champion… The Nightmare Oliver Black!!!!
In the stands, every single fan is on their feet applauding the match. On the apron, a recovering Aaron Kostan can only slump on the canvas and watch as his belt is handed to Oliver Black. The referee helps the new, exhausted, champion to his feet as Hiro rolls into the ring to check on his brother. With a grin, Oliver raises the title above his head to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS OLIVER BLACK HAS BECOME THE NEW ICONIC PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION?!?!
Rose: GODDAMN IT!
Nelson: Well… Oliver Black promised us an exciting new chapter, now he has the chance to deliver on…
Suddenly, the lights cut off.
Crumb: Again?
The men in the ring following the match look around each other as the lights flicker back on and off like lightning, giving a show of mixed colors. The lights finally blow, and the titantron statics, and a fuzzy image starts to appear. The black hooded figure comes into focus and the crowd goes wild, screaming with anticipation. All men have their back to ring announcers table at the far end of the ring, facing the screen.
Electronic Voice: Congrats to the winner of this challenging matchup. I’m a little jealous that I wasn’t asked to participate in it, after these last few weeks of showing a smidge of interest. I told you I’d be around… I said to you I’ve been watching you. I warned you I’d be returning…. And now, because of the lack of courtesy on your behalves, I guess I’ll just have to take matters into my own hands….
The figure cackles, and the lights start to flicker again.
Electronic Voice: Oliver… It’s been nearly a year, and we still have some unfinished business to take care of. Wouldn’t you agree?
The figure emerges into a snowball of flurry, and then a typed message appears.
I’M HERE…..
The lights stop flickering, turning off completely save a few creating shadows. A hooded figure emerges behind the men, sliding into the ring stealthily. There is an object in their left hand, twirling around a stick of some kind. Feeling the slight movement behind them, the men turn around as one, and take a step back, sizing up the competition.
Oliver Black: Who the hell are you?
The figure still continues to twirl the stick. The figure is smaller than those before them, and rather slim. The stick stops twirling and the person holds it out in two hands. The light then suddenly come completely back on, and Oliver Black takes a slight step back, getting a glance at the face before him. The crowd in wonder starts to chant.
Crowd: Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
The hooded figure lets go of the now obvious Kendo stick, and holds it like a staff. With their free hand, they raise up and grip the side of the hood, before slowly lowering it back. Long, wavy, brunette hair spills from the hood, and Brianna Rissi stands there, smirking at the men standing before them.
Nelson: It is Brianna Rissi! It is Brianna Rissi!
Crumb: I can’t believe it!
Rose: Oliver should have known! All the signs were there! These two have one of the most heated rivalries in not only Iconic history but our former company!
Nelson: And what better way to revive that rivalry than on the one year anniversary extravaganza?!
Oliver continues to glare at Brianna, who continues to smirk, cocking her head one way than the other. The other three opponents don’t seem to know what to do as she steps forward towards Oliver. But slowly one by one Aaron, Hiro and Kono all step forward as well! All of them are clutching at their various war wounds, but all of them are standing, looking ready to fight.
Nelson: I...I cannot believe what I am seeing! Black's opponents are stepping up and showing him they stand with him?!
Rose: It's as if through all this craziness these four Icons have found some sort of newfound respect for one another.
Crumb: Well… it was one hell of a match!
Brianna stares down the four men across the line before coming back to Oliver and smirking at him smugly. Oliver glances to his left and right at the men he had just competed with before coming back to Brianna and returning her smirk.
Nelson: Wait a minute...
Before Nelson can finish his thought Rissi lifts the kendo stick in her hand and gingerly tosses it to Oliver whom snatched it out of mid-air. The normally vocal crowd is momentarily stunned in silence.
Nelson: Rissi is not here FOR Black...she is here WITH Black!
Oliver Black swings the kendo stick hard to his left striking Hiro across the gut causing him to double over. And quickly to the other side doing the same to Kono! The crowd begins to boo Oliver's actions.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING THAT THESE TWO BITTER RIVALS, BRIANNA RISSI AND OLIVER BLACK, ARE NOW AN ALLIANCE?!?!
While Aaron Kostan processes what has just happened Brianna removes a small bag from her pocket and empties the contents into her hand. Rissi throws a smokey chalk into Aaron's eyes before charging him and tackling him to the outside of the ring. Oliver reaches high above his head and brings the kendo stick down over the back and arm of Hiro! And again on his brother, Kono! Over and over back and forth Oliver swings the kendo stick hitting various parts of both brothers until the stick snaps.
Nelson: Someone has to stop this assault by these two lunatics!
Rose: I despise both of them but I’m liking what I see.
On the outside Brianna tosses Kostan into the ring steps with a large crash! Oliver walks over and motioned for the ring announcer to give him the microphone, while Rissi slides back into the ring. Oliver makes his way back to the centre with Brianna Rissi to his left.
Oliver Black: Sequel Rule Number 4!
Crumb: Oliver is referencing his promo this week about his masterpiece sequel that he quote unquote directed involving Kostan, The Sons of Gold and himself!
Oliver Black: Always have a PLOT TWIST!
Oliver laughs maniacally before dropping the microphone on the mat. Brianna Rissi approaches and takes Oliver's hand. The two raise their arms into the air, Black holding the Television Title aloft as he does, and soak in the audience boos before releasing and looking down at the carnage they have caused.
Coming October 2019
Torres: The following is the Anniversary Armageddon MAIN EVENT TRIPLE THREAT match for the ICONIC PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd explodes in cheers.
Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!
”Money in the grave” by Drake plays as Phoenix Ryker makes his way out onto the entrance stage.
Torres: Coming to the ring first...making his Iconic Pro Wrestling debut….coming from Coney Island---
Suddenly “The Man” by Aloe Blacc blares through the Iconic Arena interrupting Herbert Torres’ announcement.
Crumb: What in the world is this about?!
Nelson: I believe that is Mike Mason’s music!
Rose: “Marvelous” Mike Mason, Patticake. Get it right.
Sure enough, Mike Mason, mic in hand, makes another Anniversary Armageddon appearance by coming from backstage and connecting with a running big boot to the back of the head of Phoenix Ryker.
Crumb: WHAT CAN PHOENIX RYKER BE THINKING AS HE HAS JUST BEEN ASSAULTED BY MIKE MASON?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Although he knocked my ass clean out...that was marvelous!”
Mason: There is no need for you Santa Monica Sweet Hogs to thank me. I haven't done this for you fat, out of shape, fluffy idiots. I just took out Ryker because this main event and IPW deserve for the main event of Anniversary Armageddon to be... simply Marvelous!
Nelson: I have just received official word that Mike Mason will now be an active participant in this main event for the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion in the place of Phoenix Ryker!
Rose: MARVELOUS!
”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: Coming to the ring next...from New York, Brooklyn...weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds….standing at a height of six feet three inches….he is 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."
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: Storm had a very exciting debut match at the last Chaos that gave him the win against Jake Raab.
Crumb: I heard that Brooklyn Holloway has very high expectations from Mark while he’s here in IPW.
Rose: Hmmm...I’ll reserve my comment until a later date.
"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 where as Rex takes the ring steps. Both men enter the ring and go over strategy while awaiting Bradys opponent.
Torres: Finally coming to the ring from Hollywood, California….weighing in at one hundred and seventy-eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet nine inches….he is The Gate Keeper….BRADDDDDYYYYYY VEGGGGGGGGAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Nelson: Something tells me that Brady Vega is going to rub A LOT of people wrong but there is no denying that his is tremendously talented and skilled.
Crumb: He is that indeed. Can you imagine how unbearable he would be if he happens to win the Heavyweight title tonight?
DING DING DING!!!
The three Icons circle each other until Brady goes after Mike Mason, laying into him with right hands. He backs Mason into the corner and Storm joins in on the assault. They whip him into the ropes before taking him down with a double back body drop. Near the ropes, Mason gets back up to his feet. Storm runs and clotheslines him over the top rope. Mark quickly turns back to Brady and they begin to exchange blows!
Brady gains the upperhand and backs Storm into the corner. Storm blocks a punch, reverses positions with Vega, and begins to pound away on him in the corner. He whips Vega into the opposite turnbuckles before following. Brady throws his feet in the air and catches Storm in the jaw causing him to stumble back. Vega explodes out of the corner and takes Storm down with a clothesline. He whips Storm into the ropes and drops his head for a back body drop, but Storm counters with a swinging neckbreaker.
Nelson: Nice counter by Storm.
Rose: You're always at risk when you lower your head.
Mason slides back into the ring. Storm is waiting for him and greets him with a few right hands. Mason fires back a few of his own igniting a brawl. Storm gets the upperhand by getting Mason up against the ropes. He whips Mason into the opposite ropes and on the rebound goes for a clothesline. Mason ducks, bounces off the ropes, and hits a back elbow to take Storm down. Brady is nearly back to his feet and gets clubbed by Mason. He grabs Vega and tosses him over the top rope with so much force that the Gatekeeper bounces off the mats and hits the guardrail!
Crumb: Mike is so strong, guys.
Rose: Mike is so marvelous, tool.
Nelson: Vega's head hit that guardrail hard!
Storm is back up in the corner and Mason goes to work on him. He whips Storm into the ropes, lowers his head, and gets kicked in the face by Your Hero, and Mine. Storm takes him down with a snap suplex. Brady is back up on the apron and gets sent back to the outside by a standing dropkick from Storm. Mark goes back to work on Mason, but Mike blocks a punch and hits Storm with a headbutt. He lifts Storm up into a fireman's carry, but Storm quickly wiggles free. Brady is back up on the apron again. This time Mason and Storm act as a team and each strike Brady with a punch sending Vega back to the outside.
Nelson: Does not look like Brady is welcome in this match.
Rose: The little loudmouth won’t take that much longer.
Mason motions for Storm to bring it. Storm responds with a kick to Mason's midsection then batters TM1 with a few fists taking him down to one knee. Storm sees Vega coming and goes for a haymaker. Vega ducks then hits a one handed bulldog. Mason is back up and he goes for a haymaker on Vega. Brady ducks and hits a one handed bulldog on Mason. Storm is back up and Vega bear hugs him from behind, but Storm fights his grasp. Mason is back up and goes for a clothesline, but both Storm and Vega duck. Vega shoves Storm towards the turnbuckles. Vega takes Mason down with a scissor kick and then takes Storm down with a springboard heel kick. Vega whips Mason into the ropes, hits him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, and then turns his attention back to Storm. He whips Storm into the turnbuckles with all his might causing Storm to flip up and over the turnbuckles to the outside.
Nelson: Brady Vega is on fire!
Rose: He certainly is being aggressive and I like it.
While Mason is in the corner, Brady approaches but gets booted in the gut. Mason climbs up to the second turnbuckle and jumps off with an axehandle. Vega sidesteps and Mason lands on his feet. Vega does a sweep kick kicking Mason's legs out from under him and in an instant locks Mason in an Indian deathlock.
Nelson: Vega has got him trapped!
Crumb: I think it’s over.
Rose: Shaddup! Marvelous is going to get out of this.
The Gatekeeper abruptly releases the hold and runs towards the ropes just as Storm has jumped up on the apron. Brady knocks him right back down before following him to the outside. Vega bearhugs Storm, runs with him, and drives him hard into the guardrail. He peeks inside the ring to see that Mason is still down, so he gets Storm back up and rams him into the guardrail again. Vega dashes over to the opposite side of the ring, runs up the steps then picks up speed across the apron, leaps into the air and crushes Storm with a spaceman plancha THROUGH THE GUARDRAIL!
Crowd: EYE PEE DUB! EYE PEE DUB! EYE PEE DUB!
Crumb and Rose: HOLY SHIT!
Nelson: Brady Vega sacrifices his own body to inflict damage to Mark Storm!
Mason rolls to the outside and takes a dazed Brady down with a clothesline. He rolls Vega back into the ring. Mason gets into the ring and stomps on the downed Brady. Mike gets Brady back up to his feet and forces him into the corner. Mason batters him with a few fists followed by a few stiff knees into his sternum. Mason then lifts Vega up onto the top turnbuckle, climbs up with him, and sets him up for a superplex. Storm scrambles back into the ring and clubs Mason in the back sending Brady tumbling to the outside! With Mason still on the turnbuckle, Storm gets underneath him, holds onto his legs, and drops him from the top!
Rose: And they all come tumbling down!
Nelson: Vega had quite the fall there.
Storm crawls over to Mike Mason and makes the cover.
One...
Two...Mason kicks out!
Nelson: Mark Storm is the first to attempt a fall in this match.
Rose: And did so with Brady on the outside...smart.
Crumb: Mark is a savvy ring veteran.
Storm and Mason get back up. Storm whips Mason into the ropes. Mason hits the ropes and absolutely destroys Storm with a running big boot! Brady climbs to the top rope. He sizes up both opponents and nails an asia moonsault on Storm from a fair distance.
Nelson: That moonsault had a lot of hang time!
Crumb: Did it ever!
Brady makes the cover.
One...
Two...Mason breaks it up.
Rose: That was simply marvelous!
When Brady gets back to his feet, Mason runs at him. Vega low bridges the ropes sending Mason to the outside. When Storm gets back up, Vega grabs him from behind for a German suplex, but Storm holds onto the ropes. Storm fires an elbow knocking Vega off. Vega whips Storm into the ropes and hits the canvas because he sees Storm coming with a flying lariat. However, the referee wasn't ready and gets clocked, sending him to the outside of the ring!
Rose: What the hell?! Mark Storm should be disqualified!
Crumb: Rose, you know that wasn’t on purpose!
Rose: The hell you say!
Storm takes a look at the downed referee on the outside and Brady clubs him in the back which him to the outside. Mason makes it back into the ring. He takes a big swing at Vega, but Vega ducks, brings Mason down, and again applies an Indian deathlock! Vega notices Storm getting back into the ring, so he releases the hold and takes Storm down with a drop toe hold before applying the Indian deathlock to Storm!
Knowing the referee is down, Brady releases Storm, rolls to the outside, and tries to wake the referee up by slapping him around. Waving Vega off, the ref begins to stir. Vega gets back into the ring and pulls Storm back up. Storm explodes to break Vega's grasp, trips him up, and applies a rolling half crab.
Nelson: Storm has got Vega in the middle of the ring!
Crumb: But there's no referee, Patrick!
Todd Crumb speaks too soon as another IPW referee storms down the ramp as the crowd goes insane. The referee asks Brady if he gives up. Vega just shakes his head in defiance as he fights for the ropes. Storm releases the hold, runs at an approaching Mason, and takes him down with a spinning wheel kick. Vega is back up. Storm boots him in the gut before spiking him with a DDT. Storm makes the cover.
One...
Two...Brady kicks out!
Nelson: It is not over yet! Vega still has enough fight left in him to continue!
Vega is back up, dodges a clothesline attempt from Storm and uses his momentum to take him down into a crossface. Mason is back up and is quick to stomp on Vega breaking up the hold. Vega is back up and receives a hard shot to the face from Mason, a favor that he returns. Mason responds with a second big punch. Brady fires back, Mason ducks, lifts him up, drives him hard into the mat with a twisting backstabber. Mason covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Crumb: That was a nasty move from Mike!
Rose: No, that was a marvelous move from Mike!
Nelson: That one was a very close pinfall but Vega still seems to have something left in his tank.
Mason pulls Brady up by his arm and shoves him into the corner. Mike then unleashes a beat down with a series of punches, kicks, knees and finally stomps onto Vega. From the canvas, Vega grabs Mason by his tights and tosses him outside the ring!
Nelson: Say what you will about Brady Vega and his antics, he indeed is a very talented Icon.
Getting back to his feet, Vega gets clotheslined back down to the mat by Storm. Your Hero, and Mine jumps high into the air and lands a three hundred and sixty degree legdrop on Vega. Storm makes the cover.
One...
Two...
TH...Brady kicks out!
Vega is back up and against the ropes. Storm clubs him to the outside with a forearm. Vega lands near Mason on the outside. Storm climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Mason and Vega to get back to their feet. When they do, Storm dives off with a crossbody, but Mason and Brady catch him. Vega and Mason work as a unit to hit a fallaway slam on Storm INTO THE STEEL STEPS!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Crumb: I think they broke Mark in half!
Rose: This new referee is just letting these Icons have at it and I love it!
Mason and Vega immediately go back to exchanging punches. Mason sneaks in a knee and shoves Vega into the ring post. Mason grabs Vega and launches him into the other set of ring steps. Brady hits them knee first and flips over the stairs knocking them off course! Mason walks over to Vega, picks him up into a fireman's carry, and stands on top of a section of stairs. Before Mason can drop Vega with a Samoan drop, Brady swings his body and plants Mason with a facebuster ONTO THE RING STEPS!
Nelson: Again Brady Vega sacrifices his body to inflict damage!
Rose: He hit those stairs pretty hard!
Crumb: But not as hard as Mike Mason hit them!
Favoring his neck, Brady is back up first and rolls into the ring. Mason gets back into the ring and clotheslines Vega in the back of his neck. Mason mounts Vega and unleashes a fury of punches. TM1 dumps Vega to the outside and follows him out. Mason slams Brady's head on the announce table over and over and over and over again until blood begins to rush from Brady's head.
Nelson: Vega is busted wide open!
Rose: I'm outta here, guys.
Crumb: Good call, Rose.
Mason rolls Vega on top of the announce table and climbs up with him. Mason underhooks Vega’s arms and drives him THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH A DOUBLE ARM SNAP DDT!
Crowd: EYE PEE DUB! EYE PEE DUB! EYE PEE DUB!
Mason rolls through the debris and gets back up to his feet. He gets Brady back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Mason gets into the ring, picks Vega up, and places him on the top turnbuckle. Mason climbs up with him, sets him up for a suplex, and lifts Vega up in the air. Mason jumps back taking Vega down with a top rope brainbuster.
Nelson: If that double arm snap DDT was not enough, Mason just finished Vega off with that top rope brainbuster!
Rose: The Marvelous era is about to begin!
Mason makes the cover.
One...
Two...
THRE...Storm breaks up the cover!
Crumb: You were saying, Rose?
Rose: Shaddup!
Mason is back up, blocks a punch from Storm, and knocks him down with a haymaker. Storm shoots right back up and gets taken back down with another haymaker. Seemingly running on adrenaline, Storm gets back up again. Mason whips him into ropes. Storm charges back and knocks Mason down with a flying lariat. Storm waits for Mason to get back to his feet. Storm sees that Brady gets back to his feet first so Storm plants him with a dropkick that sends Vega rolling to the outside. Storm turns back to Mason and gets booted in the gut. Mason places Storm's head between his legs, but before Mason can lift him, Storm rises up and takes Mason over the top rope to the outside!
Crumb: Mark is the lone Icon in the ring right now.
Storm reaches outside the ring to grab Mason, but gets met with a stiff right hand. Mason gets into the ring, grabs Storm with a double underhook, but Brady grabs his ankles and pulls him to the outside.
Nelson: Excellent move by Brady Vega to keep his Heavyweight Championship aspirations alive.
Rose: I think Marvelous cut his lip on that one.
Mason catches a kick from Vega and takes him down with a dragon screw. Mason then grabs a section of the stairs and pulls it into the open. He stands on top of it and pulls Brady on there with him. Mason grabs Vega and lifts him for a powerbomb. Brady flips all the way over and counters with a DDT ONTO THE STAIRS!
Crowd: EYE PEE DUB! EYE PEE DUB! EYE PEE DUB!
Back up, Vega favors his lower back as blood continues to rush from his face. Vega rolls back into the ring, just as Storm dives off the top turnbuckle with a senton! Storm covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...KICK OUT!
Rose: I would be worried about catching something with all that blood gushing from Brady's head.
Nelson: That’s really nice, Rose Marie. How about Storm’s timing on that senton bomb?
Rose: Meh...I’ve seen better...
Storm gets Vega back up and grabs him for a Northern Lights driver. Vega breaks free and drives Storm hard into the mat with a facebuster! Vega covers.
One...
Two...
THRE...Mason breaks it up!
Nelson: That was SO close!
Mike Mason grabs Vega for Simply Marvelous (Sky High), but Vega breaks free by headbutting Mason in face. Vega tries for an urinage but Mason breaks free and shoves Vega off. Vega swings with a haymaker, but Mason ducks, boots him in the gut and plants Brady’s bloody face into the mat with a DDT! Mason makes the cover.
One…
Two…
THRE...Storm blocks the referee’s arm at the last second!
Crumb: I can’t believe it!
Nelson: Neither can Mike Mason! He thought this one was over.
Rose: What in the hell?!
Storm grabs Mason near the ropes and drills him with corkscrew roundhouse kick. But before Storm can cover, Mason rolls to the outside. Storm gets Brady back to his feet, lifts him up, and places him on the top turnbuckle. Storm climbs up and sets Vega up for a superplex. As Storm jumps back, Vega pulls off an outstanding counter with a modified version of his Mountain Slinger (blockbuster)!
Crumb: What an incredible counter by Brady!
One…
Mike Mason rolls into the ring.
Two…
Mason gets up to his feet to break up the cover.
THREE!!!
But Mason is too late.
Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRADY VEGAS DEFEATS MARK STORM AND MIKE MASON?!?!
Rose: Probably, “Goddamnit!“
Torres: Here is your winner AND NEW Iconic Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion…Brady Vega!
Nelson: That was one hell of a match and the new Heavyweight Champion earned this victory.
Crumb: He sure did, Patrick. What an incredible main event!
Nelson: I am not sure if this is the last chapter between these three Icons, but if it is we were treated to one hell of a match here at Anniversary Armageddon!
Rose: It’s been an amazing 2019 thus far in Iconic Pro Wrestling!
Brady proudly raises the Heavyweight Championship belt in the air as blood streams down his face.
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