Chaos - 18 September 2019

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO CHAOS!!

“Saints of Los Angeles” by Mötley Crüe blares as the show pans about the capacity crowd of about a thousand or so people. Signs, banners, and posters are sprinkled throughout the crowd such as “WHERE IN THE WORLD IS STASI HERVEAUX?!”, “IF MIKE MASON WINS, WE RIOT!”, and “DRAKE JONES FOR TV CHAMP”.

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

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

Rose: Wow! A wrestling show that starts off with wrestling?!

Nelson: A lot of new changes in store for our second year of existence, Rose Marie.

Rose: I hope one of those changes is getting rid of Todd?

Crumb: Hey….

Pyros hit as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the tron as "Bad Religion" by Godsmack blasts on the P.A. system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flows at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.

Tanja walk up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Bad Religion" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner.

Nelson: Last time, we saw Tanja Devereaux basically decimate the older Captain All-Star but I have a feeling that this time it is not going to be very easy for her.

Crumb: If Tanja can keep her mind straight and not let things get out of hand, I really do believe that things might work out in her favor. I can’t be too sure though because Jake Raab is pretty darn scrappy.

Rose: His last name is Raab… that should be enough to tell you that he’s not going to be much of anything other than a whiner and complainer… like the other ones I’ve seen.

Crumb: You are such a Negative Nancy sometimes.

”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.

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: I do not think we can knock Jake Raab; he has been pretty darn impressive since coming to Iconic Professional Wrestling a few weeks ago.

Crumb: He still has a long way to go if he wants to be a champion. I don’t know if this is his first company or not, but if he can keep up the positivity and whatnot he might be in the title picture in no time.

Rose: Yawn...

The referee looks at both Icons ensuring they are ready for the beginning of the match. The fans begin to cheer as the referee calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!!!

---"The Cajun Queen" Tanja Devereaux vs. “The Fiery Target” Jake Raab---

Jake wastes little time in running forward---hitting Tanja in the mouth with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. Tanja starts to fight back with a few strikes of her own as the two battle back and forth across the ring to the delight of the fans. Tanja seems as if she is taking control as she shoves Jake back against the ropes. She hits him with a few chops to the chest…

Crowd: WOOO! WOOO!

...before shooting him across the ring. Unfortunately for her, when Jake returns on the rebound, he leaps into the air, and sends Tanja crashing to the mat with a flying forearm smash! Tanja stumbles back up to her feet. Jake charges and sends Tanja crashing back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker! He dives on top for a cover.

One...

Tw...Tanja kicks out!

Nelson: Both Icons are giving it their all from the very get go. This match is going to be interesting.

Crumb: I won’t deny it, I’m pretty much on the edge of my seat already.

Rose: That’s because you had one too many donuts from the catering department earlier.

Tanja begins to pull herself back up to her feet. Jake closes the gap and hits Tanja in the mouth with a series of forearm strikes. He then pulls Tanja in and tries to set her up for a snap suplex. Tanja blocks the attempt. Jake once again tries to hoist Tanja into the air, but again, Tanja manages to block the attempt. Tanja then shoves Jake away, leaps into the air, and hits the Fiery Target on the jaw with a knee strike! Tanja steps forward and hits him with a spinning backfist! She then pulls Jake in toward her to set him up for a legsweep, but Jake blocks the attempt with an elbow shot!

Nelson: Devereaux’s vicious side is starting to come out. If that comes in to play one hundred percent, things are not going to be looking too good for Raab.

Crumb: That’s true. And that knee strike rocked him.

Rose: Or he could be baiting her and only making it seem like it rocked him?

Tanja regains her footing and quickly tries to grab Jake, only to have Raab respond with a second elbow shot! Tanja stumbles back. Jake leaps into the air and hits Tanja with a dropkick! Tanja rolls over toward the ropes before Jake can keep control of the match. Jake ignores the fact and runs at Tanja to try and send her out to the floor with a clothesline, only to have Tanja step forward and cut him off with a kick to the jaw! The impact sends Jake staggering around. Tanja pulls him in and delivers a double underhook backbreaker!

Nelson: Ooh! That one had to hurt.

Crumb: Tanja isn’t holding anything back. She wants to win this match and she’s showing that to Jake.

Rose: I am not usually one to root for someone unless they’re facing ASStrid… but I am kind of hoping she wins.

Jake clutches at his back in pain and tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Smirking, Tanja closes the gap and hits Jake with a slap to the face. She follows it up with a second and then grabs Jake’s head. Tanja runs toward the ropes and uses them to deliver a tornado DDT! She hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH..KICK OUT!

Nelson: I have no clue how Jake Raab was able to kick out of that one other than maybe it was just his basic instinct.

Crumb: Tanja’s been in control of this match since that kick to the jaw. Jake is going to have to come up with something if he wants to battle back.

Rose: I doubt that is going to be happening.

Taking a few steps back, Tanja begins to laugh. She glares at Jake as he starts to pull himself up to his feet. Once Jake is standing, Tanja runs at him and tries to plant him on the mat with spinning heel kick! Jake ducks out of the way and waits until Tanja turns around before catching her on the jaw with a superkick! Tanja hits the mat hard and Jake drops down on top for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: You were saying, Rose Marie?

Crumb: While I agree with you Patrick, that kick took a lot out of him. At this point it’s going to be a miracle if he makes a comeback.

Rose: Thank you!

Jake delivers a few more quick strikes to wear Tanja down. He then drags her over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up the top. He pauses for a moment to steady himself. Tanja drags herself back up to her feet and throws herself at the ropes. Jake falls to the mat and tries to pull himself back up to his feet---getting laid out with a shining wizard for his efforts! Tanja grabs hold of him and delivers Bourbon Street (swinging reverse STO)!

Crumb: WHAT CAN JAKE RAAB BE THINKING AS HE JUST GOT DROPPED WITH TANJA DEVEREAUX’S BOURBON STREET?!?!

Rose: Probably, “I could use a few drinks from Bourbon Street right now!”

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Tanja Devereaux!!!

Nelson: Tanja Devereaux managed to gain control of the match and did not really let go, earning herself a second straight victory as a Lady Icon of Iconic Professional Wrestling.

Crumb: And a valiant effort on the part of Jake Raab. He should not be disappointed over this.

Rose: Ugh… you really are something special, Crumbbum.

The scene fades in backstage following former IPW Television Champion Aaron Kostan around the set. He seems somewhat annoyed by the camera’s presence.

Aaron: “You know, when I asked where Drake was, that wasn’t an invitation to come along.”

The camera operator doesn’t respond.

Aaron: “It kinda takes away from the sincerity don’t you think?”

Aaron stops and looks back into the camera. Still no response. He rolls his eyes and continues. Finally, as they round another corner, Drake Jones enters the frame, standing in a corner warming up for his match against Oliver Black.

Aaron: “Drake!”

He calls out to get the number one contender’s attention. Drake stops what he’s doing as he sees his tag team partner from the previous Chaos approaching.

Aaron: “Listen man, I couldn’t let tonight go by without coming to you and apologizing for last Chaos. Not only did I kick you in the face, but not changing my strategy after it missed the first few times...I cost us that match. It was all me. I take full responsibility.”

Drake Jones: “you're damn right it was your fault. And you better take full responsibility. But that was last week. I have more important things to concern myself with. So if you feel like lingering you’re defeat from last week, cool bro. But don’t bring it my way.”

Aaron seems taken aback for a moment by the response. Slowly, he smiles, a slight chuckle escaping from his chest. Aaron responds in a slight condescending tone.

Aaron: “If I were facing Oliver Black tonight, I’d be pretty wound up too. Beating him...it’s no easy task. I think you’re going to need all the mental focus you can muster.”

Drake doesn’t respond. After the silence forces him to think for a moment, Aaron shakes his head.

Aaron: “Sorry...that was a little rude. Listen, I wish you the best out there tonight. That championship means a lot...It belongs to more than just the best, but to whoever works the hardest out there. Good luck.”

Without another word between the two, Aaron walks away and Drake resumes preparing for his Television Championship match.

~~

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

Koji walks to the ring at a deliberate pace, eyes never breaking from the ring itself. Koji slides under the bottom rope and assumes a cross legged sitting position in the corner.

Nelson: Koji Kasai has not won a match since coming here to Iconic Professional Wrestling and if he wants to win here, he is going to have to give everything his because Jessie Roberts is no easy feat.

Crumb: Kasai is a pretty impressive person in the ring as is Jessie. So I can only hope that this match is going to be one of the best, if not the best, of the show.

Rose: Oh please… Jessie Roberts has only gotten this far or achieved anything in IPW because she was lucky. Pretty sure she’s got the most amount of losses in the company.

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

Nelson: Contrary to what Rose Marie just said, Jessie Roberts has given her all to this company, helping make it what it is today. Despite the fact that she has a number of losses on her record, she does not give up nor has she shown any signs.

Crumb: She’s not called The Hawkeye Warrior for nothing. Both her and Koji are fighters and despite being in the face of adversity a lot of the time, Jessie has always dusted herself off and gotten right back up.

Rose: I’m still waiting for the day to come when she takes down ASStrid. It would be so awesome if SHE did it and not somebody else.

DING DING DING!!!

---Koji Kasai vs. “The Hawkeye Warrior” Jessie Roberts---

Without warning, Koji suddenly starts to unload on her with several martial arts strikes, catching the Hawkeye Warrior off-guard. Jessie Roberts, a bit shocked by this sudden outburst, manages to cover up a bit in the corner, forcing the referee to break the two apart.

Nelson: Whoa there! Koji Kasai did not even wait for the bell to finish echoing throughout the Iconic Arena before taking the fight to Roberts.

Crumb: Looks to me as though he is looking to end things early. Kudos to Jessie for covering herself up or he could have landed a hit that knocked her clean out.

Rose: Well she should’ve been more aware. Otherwise she would’ve been ready for the attack.

Koji Kasai listens to the referee, backing away, then going back in and connecting with several more martial arts strikes. The referee forces Koji back, allowing Jessie Roberts to finally get out of the corner and lock up with Koji Kasai. She pulls him into a standing side headlock and flips him on his back. The referee moves into position to count, but Koji is able to get a shoulder up to break a pin attempt.

Nelson: I am quite surprised that Roberts was able to take Kasai down like that. I thought that maybe she was still a little taken aback from Kasai’s previous attack.

Crumb: Like I said… Jessie Roberts is one hell of a fighter.

Rose: Oh she got lucky… just like she always does.

Jessie manages to keep the hold on as Koji manages to get himself to his feet. Jessie manages to spin herself behind Koji, hoisting him up with a German suplex, and rolls through, connecting with another, and does it again and again and again! As Koji rolls over, getting to his knees, Jessie connects with Lose Some Teeth (superkick)! Jessie goes for a cover.

One…

Two…

T...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I really thought that Roberts had the match won there after that hard superkick. She drove her foot right into the chin of Kasai and he fell like a ton of bricks to the mat.

Crumb: It was kind of like when Hermione cast Petrificus Totalus on Neville in the first Harry Potter movie.

Rose: You are such a dweeb do you know that?

Crub: Don’t hate me because I’m cultured!

Jessie looks at the referee, a bit surprised she didn't manage the win then. She gets to her feet, moving to the corner and waiting for Koji to get to his feet. Jessie charges in, but gets nailed with a thrust kick by Koji. Jessie gets back to her feet, but Koji meets her with a series of kicks and then drops her with a roundhouse kick. Koji covers.

One…

Two...kick out.

Nelson: Seems to me as though Kasai and Roberts have an answer for anything that the other throws at them.

Crumb: And it seems that the fans in attendance are appreciative of the level of entertainment that they’re putting on.

Rose: I wouldn’t go that far to be honest. They’re probably just happy that these two are actually doing something so that they’re not bored out of their minds.

Koji gets to his feet and connects with a leg drop. He quickly gets back to his feet and attempts a standing moonsault, but Jessie gets her knees up. She tries to lock in a kimura lock, but Koji is able to counter out of it and shoots her into the corner. He charges in, connecting with alunging knee. Koji pulls Jessie out of the corner, but she manages to throw a few forearms and put Koji in the corner. Jessie lifts him up and attempts a superplex.

Koji Kasai tries to fight off the superplex attempt, knocking Jessie off the top rope and down to the mat. He pulls himself up and turns around, throwing caution to the wind with a moonsault. At the last moment, Jessie Roberts rolls out of the way, causing Koji to land hard on the mat. The masked Japanese Icon manages to get up and shakes the cobwebs out. Koji slowly gets to his feet, but Jessie meets him with Night Night Honey (3 jabs to the jaw of stunned opponent before finishing up with big right hook)!

Nelson: If that does not do it… I do not know what will.

Crumb: It seems that things are starting to get to that point where both participants are going to be giving whatever they have left.

Rose: That’s called desperation, Crumbbum.

Rather than let Koji hit the mat, Jessie keeps her attack up, shooting him into the corner. She picks him up and puts him on the top rope before connecting with a top rope vertical suplex. Jessie grabs the leg in a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: That had to hurt! I am surprised that Kasai was even able to kick out of that.

Crumb: Kasai and Roberts have been pretty valiant thus far and they’re both showing that they’re going to take it to the next level if they have to.

Rose: That took a lot out of both Jessie and Koji just like anything from the top rope does.

Jessie steps out on the apron, waiting for Koji to get to his feet. He manages to get back up, at which point, the Hawkeye Warrior attempts to pull off a slingshot clothesline. Koji counter with a spinning heel kick! The Shadow rolls Jessie into the middle of the ring and quickly shoots to the top turnbuckle. The cameras flash as he hits a moonsault, hooking the leg for a cover.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Crumb: That was a picture perfect moonsault from Kasai and it was… ahh flawless.

Nelson: I was actually surprised that Jessie was able to kick out of that just like Kasai kicked out of the suplex from Roberts.

Rose: It should be pretty clear by now that both Cujo and Jessie…

Nelson: Koji…

Rose: Whatever… they’re both getting desperate, that’s what I’m trying to say.

The Shadow manages to get to his feet, waiting for Jessie, as he senses victory at hand. Koji goes for a superkick as Jessie gets to her feet. Jessie has the move well scouted and manages to duck. She goes for a clothesline, but Koji ducks. Jessie manages to recover and hoists Koji up for a powerbomb. Koji manages to use the momentum to flip the attempt into a hurricanrana! Koji hooks the leg for a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: That is two in a row for Kasai. Roberts is going to have to pick up the pace or do something if she does not want him to win.

Crumb: Right you are there. She’s not done much since that suplex so maybe it did more damage to her than to him.

Rose: That’s an understatement.

Koji shoots Jessie into the corner and connects with a kick. He starts to lift her up. Jessie fights back as Koji tries to set her up. The two lose their balance, falling onto the arena floor. The referee begins counting as neither competitor is moving.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Koji and Jessie are starting to move. Jessie tries using the barricade to get up. Koji rolls over to his stomach, trying to push up.

Nelson: Both Icons trying to get to their feet, to keep this match going, to have a winner. But how much do they have left and how much did that fall take out of them?

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten!

The referee finishes his count. Jessie leans against the barricade. Koji manages to drag himself up the announce table.

Torres: The referee has ruled this match a double count out!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS KOJI KASAI AND JESSIE ROBERTS TOOK EACH OTHER TO THE LIMIT HERE TONIGHT ON CHAOS?!?

Rose: Probably, “Who would have thought two losers would put on such a great match?!”

As Jessie staggers her way up the rampway, rolls back into the ring and motions for a microphone. Herbert Torres tosses him one but before he can say anything Lana Jacobs out of nowhere with a chair in hand rolls into the ring and gives him a big boot to the back of the head!

Lana grabs him, hitting Lanafaction (StratusFaction). The crowd boos as Lana lays the chair she brought in dead center of the ring. She drags Koji up and gives him another Lanafaction onto the chair! Lana rolls out to the floor and flips up the ring apron. The resident IPW psycho reaches under and pulls out a string of barbwire.

Rose: Lana is here to play!

Nelson: Jacobs is out here clearly looking for revenge against Kasai stemming from their match at the last Chaos broadcast when Kasai unceremoniously attacked Jacobs post match.

Lana wraps the barbwire around Koji’s neck lasso style and pulls like she was trying to save a drowning Spongebob. The referee frantically signals for the bell but of course Lana pays it no attention as she continues to strangle Koji, the barbwire cutting into his neck.

Crumb: Koji is bleeding all over the place!

Nelson: We need some help out here RIGHT NOW!

Nodding approvingly of her work, Lana looks down at the bloody, barely conscious Koji. Officials, followed by EMT unit, flood the ring. Lana puts up no resistance as she laughs maniacally.

Rose:That is one crazy ass chick...

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

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

Nelson: Lana Jacobs is… well to be frank I really do not know what to say about her that we have not already said.

Crumb: What I want to know is why Spongebob?

Rose: She’s crazy and deserves to be in a padded room with one of those hug yourself jackets… not a wrestling ring. She’s a danger to herself and everyone else.

Nelson: I almost completely agree with you, Rose Marie. We have already seen her attempt to seriously Koji Kasai before the commercial break.

Crumb: Hopefully Tap brings down a severe punishment against her.

The lights dim and the sound of “I Miss The Misery” blares over the PA system. The fans get to their feet as the former Television Champion, Brianna Rissi makes her way out onto the ramp at a light bouncing skip. Her hair is hanging long, and she wears a lime green shirt with a black skull across the chest. Her short shorts are lime green and black plaid and her lime green socks reach her knees, with her signature skull sneakers with hot pink skulls on the side seem to glow. She pauses for a moment, before making her way down to the ring skipping, a slight malicious smile plastered to her face. Merrily, she goes over to the stairs, and climbs them, and then enters the ring between the bottom and middle rope. Twirling, she goes to the center of the ring, grinning out into the crowd.

Nelson: Brianna Rissi made one heck of an in-ring comeback last Chaos when she, Brady Vega and Oliver Black took down The Sons of Gold and Mike Mason. She should have a grand old time this week with Lana Jacobs.

Crumb: I know for sure that Brianna is not going to stand for any of Lana’s shenanigans. So Lana better watch herself or things are going to end up pretty badly for her.

Rose: She’s a little loop too… especially since she’s friends with ASStrid. It would be better for her career if she just nipped that in the butt.

The referee looks at both women to make sure they're ready for the upcoming match before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

---Lana Jacobs vs. Brianna Rissi---

Almost immediately, Lana runs forward and hits Brianna in the mouth with a forearm smash. Brianna barely has time to recover from the impact before Lana fires off a series of kicks into her ribs---the impact of each strike sending Brianna stumbling back a bit. Lana calls for the fans to show her a bit of support, which they do without hesitation. This seems to annoy Brianna Rissi as she scoffs a bit.

Brianna charges forward and tries to shift the momentum a bit---only to have Lana catch her by surprise with an armdrag! Brianna pops back up to her feet and walks right into a dropkick! The fans continue to cheer the early showing of offense from the resident IPW psycho!

Nelson: Rissi taking the fight to Jacobs, showing her why she calls herself Lil Bumble Bree.

Crumb: I don’t think Lana really knew what she was in for when she saw that she was going to be facing Brianna on this show.

Rose: Brianna Rissi is a phenomenal wrestler there’s no doubt about it… but she’s able to be taken down just like everyone else.

Brianna Rissi tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Lana grabs her and hits Brianna in the mouth with an elbow shot to wear her down. She tries to get Brianna into a side headlock to further wear her down. It appears as though it's working for a moment, only to have Brianna lift Lana into the air and slam her to the mat with a back suplex!

Brianna mumbles to herself as she drags herself back up to her feet. Lana makes it up to her feet at the same time. Brianna takes a deep breath to try and compose herself as Lana tries to close the gap between the two. Brianna steps forward and hits Lana with an European uppercut that sends her staggering! She follows it up with a second! Lana tries to cover and charges at Brianna, who steps forward and tries to send Lana crashing to the mat with a roundhouse kick! Lana ducks underneath the attempt and waits for Brianna to turn around and face her. She hoists Brianna onto her shoulders in an effort to set her up for something---only to have Brianna land on the mat behind her. Lana turns around and Brianna kicks her in the ribs, snapping off a DDT!

Nelson: Brianna Rissi is not allowing Jacobs to get much in. Jacobs needs to remain focused and not let her mind get all twisted if she wants any hope at walking out as the victor in this match.

Crumb: Brianna has a lot more experience in the ring than Jacobs does. I really think that variable is going to factor into the equation here tonight.

Rose: Oh it probably will. That and the fragile state of Lana’s brain… yeah I think I know how this is going to end up finishing tonight.

Shakes her head angrily, Brianna drags Lana halfway up to her feet. She immediately starts to hit Lana with a series of strikes to the head! The referee hurries over and tries to drag Brianna away from Lana, though Brianna is relentless in her assault.

Nelson: I did not think that Rissi was going to have to be this relentless tonight. But she is taking it to Jacobs as if she was going for the title.

Crumb: It’s been a while since Brianna held gold and maybe if she were to win here tonight, it would definitely put everyone on high alert that she’s back in full force and ready to do that once again.

Rose: Do you really think she’d go against her ally Oliver Black if the time came?

The referee finally succeeds in creating a bit of space between the two Lady Icons. He tries to warn Brianna, but she ignores him and goes to refocus her attention on Lana. Jacobs charges forward and hits Brianna in the mouth with an elbow shot! She tries a second, but Brianna uses Lana's momentum against her and shoots her across the ring. She lifts Lana into the air on the rebound, which Lana tries to use to her advantage with a headscissor takedown. Brianna catches Lana in the air and slams her down to the mat---Lana's face bouncing off of it!

Crumb: That looks like it hurt!

Rose: Ya think?!

Lana tries to pull herself back up to her feet to get back into the match. Unfortunately for her, Brianna seems to be ready for this. She grabs Lana and proceeds to drop her with a Northern Lights suplex into a pin.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this match...Brianna Rissi!!

Nelson: A tremendous victory by Brianna Rissi tonight over Lana Jacobs. I hope that management took notice of this and have her in mind when figuring out who will be challenging Oliver after his match tonight with Drake Jones.

Crumb: I would like to see the two of them do battle soon… regardless of their shared ideologies and alliance.

Rose: Brianna is the first ever IPW Television Champion and she deserves to get another shot at the title now that she seems to be blossoming back to the old Brianna.

The scene opens up backstage on “The Artist” Aaron Kostan seated in his locker room. His eyes are closed as he tries to focus in on the task ahead, typical Aaron Kostan. He finally opens them and stares down the lens of the camera, a smile appearing on his face.

Aaron: “I wasn’t really one for words this week. And the words I did say seem to have confused some people. I fear some have taken it for signs of some sort of depressed acceptance of my perceived low place in the world of professional wrestling, or even perceived failure.”

He stands to his feet now and begins pacing about the tiny room as he speaks.

Aaron: “Those people...that person...would be wrong.”

Again he looks straight into the camera.

Aaron: “Astrid, tisk tisk...I thought you were better than that.”

A pause. His gaze once again leaves the camera.

Aaron: “There is a difference between losing and being conquered. Thomas Baker, a medal of honor recipient was injured in battle during World War II. He refused to be evacuated and was left a pistol with eight bullets in it. When the American forces returned they found him dead, his empty pistol at his side, and eight dead Japanese soldiers surrounding him. He lost his life, but remained unconquered.”

His hands wave about as if he’s picking examples from the air.

Aaron: “The French during Nazi occupation, the Alamo, the 300 Spartans at Thermopylae, heck...the Patriots in Superbowl 51! All examples of people who, though it seemed that had lost, got back up, kept fighting, stood their ground, sometimes until they could no longer stand...beaten, but unconquered.”

He shifts tones.

Aaron: “Now of course, I can’t compare to the men in these stories. I’m using the examples just to show that losing and being conquered are truly two completely different things. Yes, I have lost ten times in my time here in IPW...only twice in EHWF by the way, if I remember correctly. Thanks for asking. Regardless, have those losses made me wave the white flag? No. Have they made me question my life decisions? No. Have they made me despise professional wrestling? No.”

Now he’s leaning against the far wall, fidgeting with his hair, making sure it’s pulled up tight, clearly a lot is on his mind.

Aaron: “And my nickname…’the Artist’. You think I call myself ‘the Artist’ because I think I’m better than you? Absurd! I’ve explained the name before, and I don’t feel a need to do so again. So, to put it simply, I don’t think I’m better than you, I know I’m trying to be better than myself. I’m trying to improve my technique, my strategy, until it’s smooth, precise, efficient...that’s art.”

Aaron points ambiguously out of the locker room.

Aaron: “That art helped me win the Heavyweight Championship, it helped me win the Television Champion, and defend it. It helped me put together that record breaking reign and save that title from the muddy confusion it had been trampled in to. But I didn’t save it for it to be thrown back into the pig sty. I fully expect my record to be broken, and I look forward to the day it is, because I know what it took to defend it for as long as I did, and how much effort it will take for someone to do it again.”

He shakes his head furiously.

Aaron: “You just don’t get it! Every single thing you said in your promo was absolutely ignorant...and I’m trying to help you understa- That’s another thing!”

Back down the camera he stares, as if talking directly to his opponent.

Aaron: “I thrive on helping others because it’s the purpose of our lives. If it does happen to be the only thing that I’m good at, as you said in your promo then I’m ok with that. If that’s how to intend to insult me, then I have bad news for you...you don’t insult me...you just disappoint me Astrid.”

Aaron returns to his seat.

Aaron: “Don’t think for a second that anything I said this week meant I was done trying to be the hero. Where there are people that need help, I will help. I just don’t intend to waste my time trying to change something that doesn’t want to be changed, or trying to convince everyday people that they aren’t kings or gods. I thought about it for a bit, but I’ve had time now to clear my head. I have more fruitful adventures to chase - peace, happiness, virtue, love…art.”

He breathes deeply, feeling the wave of frustration ebbing.

Aaron: “Veni vidi vici...I like it, using Latin to parry, to insult my use of Latin. I’m sure you know what it means...I came, I saw, I conquered. I can see that you’ve got a real fire under you right now propelling you forward and, soon, you may very well be able to shout that from the mountaintop of IPW. Maybe tonight I’m the unscalable cliff standing in your way...then again, maybe tonight I’m just a stepping stone. I can’t wait to find out.”

The scene fades to black.

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

The haunting sounds of “Alone In A Room” by Asking Alexandria start to waft their way out through the arena’s PA system as the lights flash in varying hues of pale purple and icy blue. When the main beat hits, Astrid Samson walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage with a confident swagger in her step. 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 ring, emitting a tremendous amount of confidence as she walks. Astrid reaches out to slap the hands of a few fans at ringside, but at the very last minute, she jerks her hand away, holding it up as she continues towards the ring laughing as she twirls her hair around her finger.

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

Nelson: Astrid Samson has had this tremendous confidence about her ever since she was able to take down Stasi Herveaux and become the Iconic Professional Wrestling Real Champion.

Crumb: Ah yeah that is true but she is no longer the Real Champion because she threw the title belt into the ocean and declared the title null and void. That’s a huge middle finger to Brooklyn Holloway and all of The New Regime.

Rose: ASStrid just likes to be the center of attention and as long as it’s on her, she’s all smiles and talking a big game. Can she back up the words she’s said in a one on one tonight with Aaron Kostan? I doubt it!

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.

Nelson: Last Chaos, Aaron Kostan accidently cost his team the match when he went to kick Astrid Samson, his opponent tonight, and wound up nailing his own tag team partner Drake Jones instead.

Crumb: Do you remember the look on his face when he saw what he had done? It was utter shock and he’s looking to show Astrid Samson it was a mistake. Let’s hope he doesn’t try to kick her every time because look at how that turned out.

Rose: Oh please. Aaron has what it takes to defeat ASStrid and that’s all there is to it. He isn’t the longest reigning IPW Television Champion and first ever Heavyweight Champion for nothing now is he.

The fans are on their feet, eagerly anticipating the beginning of the match. They show their support for both Icons as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

---“Iconic Queen” Astrid Samson vs. “The Artist” Aaron Kostan---

Astrid and Kostan both approach one another near the center of the ring. They circle around each other and wait for an opening to appear. When it doesn’t happen, the two grapple up in the center of the ring and begin to struggle for the advantage. Aaron Kostan is able to take control, shoving Astrid back against the ropes. He hits her in the chest with a hard chop, and then a second, before shooting Astrid across the ring. When Astrid comes back on the rebound, Kostan lifts her into the air and slams her to the mat with an armdrag! Before Astrid can make it back up to her feet, Kostan almost immediately tries to lock her into his Kostan Crab (elevated Boston crab while kneeling on the opponent's back or neck)! Astrid’s eyes go wide as she desperately looks around the ring before realizing she’s in a position to grab the ropes.

Nelson: It is not often that Koston goes for a submission as early as he did!

Rose: It was actually a smart, champion caliber move...see if you can get in the ASStrid’s head and throw her off her game! I like it!

Crumb: Also some great ring awareness from Mrs. Samson.

Aaron smirks ever so slightly as he pulls himself back up to his feet. Astrid does the same as the two begin to circle around the ring and wait for an opening to appear once again. This time, however, Astrid is much more aggressive when it comes to making her own opening. She steps forward and catches Aaron in the mouth with a forearm smash, and then a second, and then a third. Aaron stumbles back from the impact. Astrid quickly steps forward and tries to hit Aaron Kostan with an enziguri. Aaron ducks underneath the attempt. Astrid creates space between the two of them as Aaron steps to close the gap---only to have Astrid leap into the air and hit him with a dropkick! Astrid smiles as Aaron pulls himself back up to his feet. Astrid immediately hits Aaron with a European uppercut! She then slams him down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep and hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

T...KICK OUT!

Nelson: And just like that, the wild side of Samson comes out for everyone to see. She barely let Kostan get a breath in between hits.

Crumb: While that was very impressive, it’s not like Astrid to end a match early. She’s the type that likes to drag it out so she can torture and punish her opponent.

Rose: Yawn!

The Artist again tries to drag himself back up to his feet. Astrid grabs Aaron and locks him into a side headlock to try and wear him down. Aaron fights his way out of Astrid’s grasp with a few elbow shots. He shoves Astrid away. Astrid staggers. Aaron charges from behind and lifts Astrid into the air with a belly to back suplex. Astrid flips out of Aaron’s grasp and lands on her feet behind him. Smirking, she steps forward and kicks Aaron in the face with a superkick! Astrid drops down and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Aaron starts to drag himself back up to his feet as Astrid runs at him and hits Aaron with a knee trembler! Before Aaron can regain his balance, Astrid grabs him and goes for a backslide.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Oh wow!

Rose: Would you believe that Aaron is apparently struggling right now against ASStrid? Because I wouldn’t if I wasn’t watching it!

Nelson: This is one of the better performances we have seen in quite some time from both these Icons!

Aaron steps back to the ropes and uses them to bring himself back up to his feet. Astrid refuses to give Aaron so much as an inch to work with---running forward and trying to keep the momentum alive. Unfortunately for her, Aaron gets a foot in the air and kicks Astrid in the jaw! Astrid staggers back a few steps, recovers, and charges at Aaron once again. This time, Aaron is ready---lifting Astrid into the air and slamming her down to the mat with a spinebuster! The fans cheer for Aaron as he hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Astrid Samson tries to bring herself back up to her feet, but can’t as Aaron Kostan bounces off of the ropes and lands on Astrid with a running legdrop! He bounces off of the ropes again and hits Astrid with a second for good measure, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Watching these two wrestle is so much fun!

Rose: I’m interested to see if ASStrid can get back into this match…

Shaking his head, Aaron reaches down and grabs Astrid. He tries to hoist Astrid into the air so that he can spike her to the mat with a brainbuster. Astrid blocks the attempt by hitting Aaron with a knee strike! She quickly delivers a series of chops to Aaron to create space between the two of them.

Crowd: WOO! WOOO!

Aaron fights through the pain of the strikes and grabs Astrid, shooting her across the ring. He steps toward the middle of the ring to meet Astrid on the rebound, only to have Astrid catch him by surprise with a handspring enziguri! The fans show their appreciation for the show of athleticism as Astrid hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: How quickly the tides have turned from Kostan’s favor to that of Astrid Samson. These two are very evenly matched when it comes to athleticism.

Crumb: This is a very interesting match that is for sure. I can’t wait to see how the rest of it turns out and this time we know the ending won’t be interrupted by the likes of the jealous Stasi Herveaux.

Rose: Oh though I wish that it would be because I don’t really want nor do I need to see that blonde witch do any more in this match. Is it too late for me to sneak out to use the ladies’ room?

Astrid briefly enjoys the response that she’s receiving from the fans. The Iconic Queen waits for Aaron to start dragging himself back up to his feet before running at the ropes. She springboards off of them and hits Aaron with a crossbody block! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Astrid grabs Kostan and tries to drag him back up to his feet. She bounces off of the ropes and tries to line Kostan up for a slingblade---only to have Kostan cut off her attempts with a discus elbow! The fans are on their feet going wild. Aaron grabs Astrid and drags her up to her feet. Suddenly Astrid rolls Aaron up in a schoolboy pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEE!!!

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

Nelson: A well earned victory for Astrid Samson as she has now beaten Aaron Kostan two shows in a row. Will she be able to keep this up as she has three wins in a row?

Crumb: I think this is the first win streak that she’s had since IPW opened. And a very valiant effort by Aaron Kostan. This is nothing he should be ashamed about.

Rose: Ugh… I can’t wait to hear what this crazy lady is going to say. Oh god… she’s got a microphone in her hand.

Astrid’s entrance theme was still radiating through the Iconic Arena as the Iconic Queen walks back to the center of the ring with a microphone in her hand as Aaron Kostan makes his way back up the ramp. Astrid keeps her gaze upon him, biting her lower lip a bit before raising the microphone up to her lips.

Astrid: Aaron! AARON!! Listen to me when I am talking to you!

Aaron turns around as he reaches the stage, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

Astrid: Your sad attempt earlier in the show to get under my head just made this victory so much sweeter for me. You seemed so much more occupied with the state of this company that you forgot to realize that the bitch is back. You say that you thought I was better than how I perceived the message of your promo… but I’m not the only one who thought that… EVERYONE DID!

Nelson: I am not sure if everyone thinks that… but ok.

Crumb: Astrid says what Astrid feels. She has never been one to hold back on her feelings except for...

Rose: She needs to shut the hell up because nobody wants to hear what she has to say. She’s so annoying!

Astrid tucks a section of hair behind her ear as she continues to breath a bit heavy from her match.

Astrid: You cost your team the match on the last show… you cost yourself the match on this show. You sir… you’ve be vanquished and can no longer use that phrase. And please… stop using examples that nobody gives a crap about to try and make your arguments valid because quite frankly, they had a hell of a lot more drive and determination than you do. You’re not the person you used to be… merely a shell of what you once were and I proved that the “great” Aaron Kostan can be taken down my someone that is viewed as being “just a wife”. I am the Iconic Queen and I will not let someone like you, someone who calls themselves “the artist” and who twists words around in their favor because that’s my job, continue to act like a savior. I shut Stasi up and tonight I am sending you back to the locker room with your tail tucked between your legs.

Astrid’s lips twist up in the corners as Aaron shakes his head, turning to walk away before disappearing behind the curtain.

Crumb: I don’t know if she is making this about what Aaron said… or is just letting all her feelings out and he just happens to have been caught in the crossfire.

Nelson: I would suspect that it is a little bit of both to be quite honest.

Rose: Well I think that she just likes the sound of her own voice really.

Astrid: Look at you running away like a scaredy cat. You are like the Gauls, sacked by the Romans led by Julius Caesar. You gave a valiant effort but failed epically in the end… just like both of your title reigns combined. You don’t have the lasting power to be much of anything other than a placeholder. You only won the titles you did because you faced off against people who really didn’t know what they were getting into and once you were faced with a real challenge… you failed. Or in the case of our match… nearly failed.

Nelson: I would not go as far as to discredit Aaron Kostan’s Television Championship reign in that manner.

Crumb: Especially since she was one of them. She does have a point in that she had she been able to hit that move… she would’ve probably won the title.

Rose: Now that’s a crock of B.S. if there ever was.

Astrid: You also fail to remember that the title was almost mine. You wouldn’t have broken any records if it hadn’t been for Stasi Herveaux. But then again, she’s about as pathetically ignorant to what this place really needs just like you. And you had the nerve to call me ignorant. Pfft!

Astrid walks around in circles as she starts to laugh, arms hung down by her sides.

Astrid: Helping others is NOT the purpose of our lives… maybe yours, because that’s the only way for you to stay relevant, but not of mine. My purpose is to live my life and be an amazing wrestler, an amazing contract attorney, a kick ass wife and the best big sister ever. Hell… even my little 14 year old sister could go toe to toe with you and probably take you down. So go on… try to keep being IPW’s version of Green Lantern or something because just like the movie, people are going to cringe. I’m not wasting my time trying to change IPW… I’m trying to change IPW so people like you can continue to have a job. If anything, you should be on your knees, worshipping the ground I walk on. I scaled the cliff you said you were and you were right when you said you’re just a stepping-stone. You should’ve known that last Chaos when we went against each other in that tag team match.

Astrid shrugged her shoulders a little bit.

Astrid: Oh well… he did get one thing right when he said that a fire was lit under me. It’s a fire that is burning with such magnificence… nobody has seen before. This new era of the Iconic Queen has commenced and it’s going to rival the raging bitch that I was back in 2017. You have all borne witness to the man who calls himself IPW’s hero, a man who says he doesn’t believe that there’s any gods or kings here, fall and become conquered. Veni, Vidi, Vici!

“Alone In A Room” begins to play once more as Astrid Samson makes her way out of the ring, the microphone still in her hands. She starts to make her way back up the ramp, back turned to the stage as the fans rain down a very mixed reaction upon her. The scene slowly fades out to black as she raises her arms up to her shoulders as her signature smile makes its way onto her face.

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Torres: The following match is for the ICONIC PRO WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd explodes in cheers.

Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

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

Nelson: Drake Jones is looking to turn things around in a big way for himself here tonight when he takes on Oliver Black in what is sure to be a test of Black’s abilities as champion.

Crumb: He is already in the history books as the longest reigning IPW Heavyweight Champion before being dethroned by Lady of Chaos Bliss. He’s looking to be the longest IPW Television Champion as well, trying to surpass the current record holder of the man he dethroned for that title… Aaron Kostan.

Rose: I just don’t know if Drake has what it takes to be a champion at the moment let alone take down Oliver.

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

NIGHTMARE!
(Now your nightmare comes to life.)

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

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

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

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

Nelson: Oliver Black is coming out here tonight with a tremendous amount of confidence, riding high off of his two straight wins.

Crumb: Of course he is and he’s probably seeing Drake Jones as easy prey given his recent tag team match loss.

Rose: That was so not his fault… blame ASStrid. Had she not ducked out of the way, Aaron wouldn’t have kicked Drake. But yeah, Oliver is going to make mincemeat out of him unless Drake gets lucky.

Oliver Black smirks at Drake Jones as the bell sounds, signaling the start of the match.

DING DING DING!!!

---Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship Match: Drake Jones vs. "The Nightmare" Oliver Black---

Oliver Black reaches out to grab Drake who ducks underneath his grasp and runs toward the ropes. The challenger bounces off and takes Oliver down with a headscissors takedown! Oliver gets back to his feet and Drake swings with a kick to the face. Oliver dodges and rolls out of the ring.

Nelson: Both Icons seem to be on the tops of their respective games and really want to win this match. They are very aware of their surroundings.

Crumb: Keep in mind that this is also the beginning of the match and while yes, Drake has managed to hit a headscissors takedown on Oliver, he’s going to have to do a lot, and I mean A LOT, more if he wants to take The Nightmare down and become the new IPW Television Champion.

Rose: I think he did slightly rock Oliver there as well. Because you saw him quickly duck and roll out of the ring as Drake went for that kick.

The champ takes a second to compose himself before hopping up onto the apron and stepping back into the ring. Oliver charges at Drake who takes him down with an arm drag! Oliver gets back up and Drake takes him down with a second arm drag! Both Icons get back up to their feet, but before Drake can do anything, Oliver pulls back and nails him with a stiff right hand, knocking him down to the mat. The Nightmare quickly pulls Drake back to his feet and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Oliver illegally chokes Drake with his a boot to the throat. The ref begins to count.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...Oliver releases the boot from Drake’s throat and steps away.

However, Oliver then shoves the ref out of the way and starts to choke Drake with his boot again! The referee admonishes him and then begins to count a second time!

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...Oliver releases his foot from Drake’s throat as the referee yells at him to get back.

Drake grips his throat but suddenly drills Oliver with a kick to the side of the head! Oliver goes down. Drake goes for the pin.

One...

Two...

T...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I am surprised that the referee did not call for the disqualification after Black put his hands on him in malice, pushing him out of the way.

Crumb: You’re not the only one. Though I doubt that is how Drake would’ve wanted the match to end because Oliver has the champion’s advantage and would walk out with the title even with a disqualification loss.

Rose: Oliver is the type of person that will do whatever it takes so that he can keep his title. He’s not one who’s shy about cheating.

Drake doesn't bother to get to his feet, instead choosing to hop on top of Oliver Black’s and maneuver him in a guillotine choke! Drake pulls back on Oliver’s head, seeking to inflict as much pain as possible. Oliver tries to fight to his feet, nailing Drake in the side with lefts and rights. Oliver finally manages to hit Drake hard enough for him to break the hold. Oliver falls back to the mat and Drake does the same. Oliver gets back to his feet, but Drake beats him to it and runs to the ropes. Drake bounces off the ropes and nails Oliver with a dropkick to the leg, sending him down to one knee. Drake swings at Oliver’s head, looking for a huge kick, but Oliver ducks! However, Drake attempts the kick again and this time the kick connects with the side of Oliver’s head! Drake runs and bounces off the ropes, hitting a rising Oliver with a springboard dropkick! Oliver goes down and Drake jumps on top of him for a cover.

One...

Two...

T...Oliver gets the shoulder up!

Nelson: Second times the charm for Jones as he connects with that kick and was able to almost get the three count on Oliver Black, thus becoming the new Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion.

Crumb: Oh the referee was nowhere near counting the three on that one. Drake has shown us time and time again that he burns himself out because he starts to get cocky. Should he want to win, he needs to not let that happen.

Rose: I’m starting to feel a little bit sleepy. Will one of you please wake me up when the match is done or when something interesting happens?

Drake waits for Oliver to get to his feet and then runs at him. Drake attempts to go for a floatover DDT, but as he hops on top of Oliver, he grabs him and throws him off! Drake quickly scrambles to his feet and charges at Oliver again. Black stops Jones’ momentum, sending him down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Oliver walks over to Drake’s head and slaps him as he tries to get to his feet!

Nelson: That is a bit of a cheap move there by Oliver Black. But at the same time Black is showing Jones that he has not gotten to him yet.

Crumb: Oliver in a way was asserting his dominance just now. A slap to the head is kind of demeaning to be honest.

Rose: Oh you’re so soft sometimes, Crumbbum. Really, you need to grow a set or something.

Oliver slaps Drake on the side of the head again. Drake swings at him, but Oliver dodges and knees him in the stomach. Oliver then executes a quick snap suplex! Oliver holds on and flips over on top of Drake, mounting him. He begins to rain down right hands onto Drake’s head as the referee yells at him to get off. Strangely enough, Oliver listens and backs off of Drake. As Drake gets to a seated position, Oliver runs and drills him with a kick to the face of his own, getting retribution from earlier! Drake goes down and Oliver hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

T...Drake gets the shoulder up!

Nelson: I am not sure who managed to get the other one down for longer, Black or Jones? Both got a strong two count on the other.

Crumb: This match has been clearly either Oliver or Drake and people are seemingly not into it. Their chants have been minimal at best.

Rose: And I agree with it. I’m kind of meh about the whole situation and I could really use a nap right about now.

Oliver shakes his head before making his way over to the corner. Oliver climbs up to the top turnbuckle. However, before he can do anything, Drake jumps up and nails Oliver in the face with a dropkick that sends Oliver tumbling to the outside of the ring! The crowd cheers for Drake as Oliver struggles to use the apron to get himself to his feet. Drake runs to the other side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, slides across the ring, and hits Oliver in the face with a baseball slide, sending Oliver face first into the announce table!

Nelson: Whoa! We just got rocked as Oliver Black’s face just bounced off our table and shook our monitors out of place a bit.

Crumb: Drake sure is taking the fight to him and people are starting to get into this now… especially after Oliver’s face went into our table.

Rose: I think I see a little bit of red coming from Oliver’s mouth. Could that be blood?

Drake rolls out of the ring and grabs Oliver before pushing him away and drilling him in the stomach with a hard kick. Oliver drops to his knees. Drake pulls back again, this time swinging his leg forward and kicking Oliver straight in the face!

Crowd: OOOOHHHHH!!!!!!

Drake brings Oliver up and rolls him into the ring. Drake then climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Oliver to get up. As soon as Oliver gets to his feet, Drake dives off the top, nailing him with a missile dropkick! Drake hooks the leg for the pin.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Drake Jones has been taking the fight to Oliver Black and ever since sending Black face first into the table, Jones has been pretty in control of this match.

Crumb: I think the fans are rooting for him to because they like an underdog… or they just like the fact that someone is taking it to Oliver.

Rose: I believe it’s a little bit of both. I mean… hell… I’m finally starting to enjoy this too.

Drake gets to his feet and looks down at Oliver before performing a Capoeira leg drop! Drake gets up and taunts a bit, signaling to the crowd, who cheer in response. Oliver crawls back toward the turnbuckle and Drake walks after him. Drake goes to grab Oliver but the champ grabs his pants and pulls him in, shoving his face into the middle turnbuckle pad!

Drake collapses into a seated position in the corner as Oliver runs to the other side of the ring. He dashes, leaps into the air, and nails Drake in the face with a seated running dropkick! Oliver pulls Drake out of the corner and takes a step back before running and executing a senton splash! Oliver gets back up and hits Drake with another senton splash! Oliver drops down for the pin attempt.

One...

Two...

TH...Drake gets the shoulder up!

Nelson: That was a very close call there for Jones. I honestly did not think he was going to be able to kick out of that.

Crumb: Oliver is showing why he is the champion and is exhibiting his ring awareness. That’s a pretty good move on his part.

Rose: Well I won’t lie, Oliver is pretty boring because it’s the same cut and dry stuff all the time. Hopefully he learns that this whole shtick of his is boring. He must really think it’s intimidating to people.

Oliver puts Drake in a seated position and wraps his arms around his shoulders, locking in a full nelson. Drake struggles and struggles, attempting to escape the hold. The crowd begins to clap to cheer him on. As Drake seems to be able to get out of the hold, Oliver wraps his legs around him in a body scissors in addition to the full nelson!

Drake’s face reads in pain as he tries to shift himself out of the hold. Drake accomplishes this by headbutting Oliver! He puts his head forward and then swings his head again, hitting Oliver with another headbutt! Drake hits Oliver with a third headbutt causing him to break the hold!

Nelson: Well that is a good move by Jones as he attempts to save the match for himself.

Crumb: It looks to me like he’s starting to get desperate. Drake is slowing down and isn’t like he was in the beginning of the match.

Rose: Wouldn’t be surprised if he was.

Drake staggers back to his feet and Oliver follows him back up. Drake, out of nowhere, snaps off a superkick, hitting Oliver square in the face! Drake drops down to a knee, catching his breath. He staggers back up and stalks Oliver, waiting until he gets to one knee. Drake then runs and attempts to him with a running knee! However, Oliver ducks underneath the attempt and rolls Drake up.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: The second Jones got back up to his feet I could tell things were not going to wind up being too good for him.

Crumb: Though he did somehow manage to nail that superkick. But it took a lot out of him.

Rose: Oh there’s no doubt about it that he’s desperate at this point. And I believe that this is EXACTLY what Oliver wanted.

Drake gets to his feet as Oliver charges, ramming the challenger shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Oliver hits him with a forearm straight to the face. Oliver nails him with a second forearm and then a third before dragging Drake to the center of the ring and pushing him to the ropes. Oliver whips Drake to the other side of the ring and on the rebound he lifts him, looking for a sidewalk slam. Before Oliver can execute anything, Drake reverses the momentum and locks him in an arm bar!

Nelson: What a remarkable reversal by Jones!

The crowd cheers wildly as Oliver’s eyes widen in pain as Drake has the armbar locked on tight! Oliver struggles to crawl to the ropes as Drake tightens his grip. Oliver continues to crawl as Drake tries to pull back his arm. Oliver stretches his free arm out, inching toward the rope. For a second, he looks as if he may tap until he makes one stretch and manages to catch the bottom rope with his free arm, scoring the rope break!

Nelson: Oh, things are getting really interesting right now. Jones has that armbar locked in tight and Black is going to have to muster up all of his strength to do something if he wants to get out of it.

Crumb: I don’t know how much more Drake can do if this doesn’t work. Oliver is the toughest challenge that he’s faced.

Rose: Oliver Black isn’t as tough as he thinks he is… the same way with a lot of the other Icons.

Drake is visibly disappointed as he brings Oliver to his feet. Before Drake can do anything, Oliver nails him with a hard uppercut, causing Drake to stagger back. Drake doesn't let up however, instead quickly grabbing at Oliver’s arm and attempting to apply the armbar again! Oliver fights as Drake pushes down on his arm, trying to force him to the canvas. Suddenly, Oliver spins behind him and Drake nearly loses his grip and footing, stepping forward but catching himself. Oliver takes advantage and plants Drake with Darkness Falling (single knee facebreaker)!

Rose: Well that is the end of things for Jones. There is no coming back from that.

Nelson: You never know. People have kicked out of finishers before and it could happen again.

Rose: If he somehow manages to kick out… it’s only a matter of time until he can’t.

Oliver covers.

One...

Two...

THREE!!

Torres: Here is your winner...and STILL THE IPW TELEVISION CHAMPION...Oliver Black!

Nelson: Drake Jones almost had the champion there, but Oliver Black was able to pull it out in the end and retain his championship!

Crumb: Looks like Oliver was the better man tonight!

Rose: I would say he was more along the lines of the more prepared man.

IPW cameras take us backstage and we start in tight on the IPW World Heavyweight Championship before cameras dolly backward revealing Brady Vega with the championship close by. He blows his breath onto the belt and polishes it with a towel. The locker room is empty aside from Brady sitting in his wrestling attire on a concrete bench connected to the rows of lockers.

A door is hear bursting open off screen and Rex Cassidy enters with Breanna Vega. The two appear calm and collected as they approach the champion.

Brady Vega: "What's the word?"

Breanna Vega: "Apparently Mike Mason is in the parking lot doing crunches and push ups in preparation for your match."

Brady Vega: "So he's looking to tire himself out before stepping in the ring with me?"

Brady sneers.

Brady Vega: "That is freaking disrespectful."

Rex Cassidy: "The blasphemy."

Breanna Vega: "The audacity. Should we do anything about this?"

Brady Vega: "Let him tire himself out. He stands no chance."

Cameras fade to black as the three continue their conversation.

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Coming 30 October 2019

Torres: The following is the CHAOS MAIN EVENT and it is an ICONIC PRO WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP NON-TITLE match!

The crowd explodes in cheers.

Torres: It is scheduled for ONE FALL with a THIRTY MINUTE time limit!

”The Man” by Aloe Blacc plays as “Marvelous” Mike Mason makes his way out.

Nelson: Mike Mason has been rubbing quite a number of Icons the wrong way on Twitter, especially the Lady Icons. One can only wonder what his true intentions are here in Iconic Professional Wrestling?

Crumb: He also seemingly took offense to Brooklyn Holloway’s reactivating the ban on IPW talents appearing in California Wrestling if not under contract.

Rose: The dude is an ignorant idiot who doesn’t know how to read.

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

Rex, dressed casually in high fashion items walks pridefully behind Brady as the two reach the bottom of the aisle, Vega slides into the ring whereas Rex takes the ring steps.

Nelson: Another person who has been rubbing people the wrong way with his words is our Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion.

Crumb: I don’t think many people, if any, respect him at all. He’s really just making the target on his back bigger.

Rose: He really needs to learn how to dress so he doesn’t look like a discarded art project. It’s not very becoming for someone who’s supposed to be the face of the company.

Brady scoffs in disgust as the referee asks both Icons if they are ready for the upcoming match. Mason remains calm in his corner of the ring. The referee then calls for the bell as the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

---Chaos Main Event: Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Non-Title Match: “Marvelous” Mike Mason vs. “The Gate Keeper” Brady Vega---

Brady sighs as he steps toward the middle of the ring, ready to get the match started. Unfortunately for him, Mason decides that he’s going to be a bit more aggressive by charging forward and hitting Brady with a forearm smash that knocks the Champ down to the mat! Brady staggers up to his feet as Marvelous closes the gap between the two. He hits Brady with a hard right hand, and then a second, and then a third. Brady is barely able to hold himself upright as Mason grabs him. Mason effortlessly hoists Brady into the air for a vertical suplex.

Nelson: Mike Mason is FREAKISHLY strong!

Rose: Actually Mike Mason is MARVELOUSLY strong!

Crumb: Amen, sister! Though Brady is quite small at only 178 pounds and I’m pretty sure he’s our smallest male Icon.

Mason continues to hold Vega high in the air, the fans beginning to count along with the show of strength. The arena echoes with the sound of the crowd’s voices:

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Six…

Seven....Mason moves of his arms off the side and continues to hold Brady in the air, the fans continuing to count.

Eight…

Nine…

Ten…

Eleven…

Twelve...

Nelson: I wonder how long Mason is going to keep Vega up there?

Crumb: He’s showing the world that he’s got loads of muscles and honestly, it’s starting to make me a tad bit...hot.

Rose: Honestly, his blatant enhanced masculinity is sickening and I feel like I want to puke.

Once the count reaches fifteen, Mason slams Brady to the mat with a ring-shaking suplex! He stands up and drops an elbow onto Brady before hooking the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: A very narrow save there for Brady Vegas. I think that being up in the air so long made all the blood rush to his head or something of that nature.

Crumb: I have no clue. But what I do know is that these two really dislike each other.

Rose: Well so far Mike’s been in control and Brady’s done jack. He needs to start putting up or shut up.

Brady starts to drag himself back up to his feet and quickly scurries back to the ropes. The Gate Keeper demands the referee give him a moment to catch his breath. Mason ignores the referee and tries to grab Brady---who gets a thumb in the eye that blinds his opponent.

Crumb: I guess that’s one way to turn things around…

Rose: If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying!

Brady closes the gap between himself and Marvelous, hitting him in the chest with a series of quick chops.

Crowd: WOOOO! WOOO! WOOO!

Mason responds by trying to shove Brady away. Smirking, Brady grabs Mason’s left arm and delivers a double-knee armbreaker! Brady quickly grabs the arm and drives his knee into it. He does it one more time for good measure before locking Mason into a hammerlock to try and wear him down further. Brady has the hold locked in perfectly as Mason tries to bring himself back up to his feet. Laughing at his efforts, Brady lets Mason know that “This is what a real wrestler does!”

Nelson: Looks like Brady Vega is trying to teach Mike Mason that he is the Heavyweight Champion and Mason is not.

Crumb: And that is something that Mike doesn’t like all too much.

Rose: He doesn’t like a lot of things… except for probably his own reflection.

Mason tries to fight his way out of Brady’s grasp---eventually hitting Brady with a right elbow shot! The impact knocks Brady away. The champ staggers a few steps as Mason tries to shake the pain out of his arm. Once he recovers, Mason charges at Brady and gets cut off by an enziguri! He staggers a few steps before Brady grabs Mason and sends him into the nearest turnbuckle---making sure that Marvelous’ left arm takes the brunt of the impact! Brady runs at Mason, leaps into the air, and sends him crashing to the mat with a knee strike! Brady then grabs him and attempts to lock his left arm into an arm bar!

Nelson: I do not think that is going to work given the size of Mason’s arms.

Crumb: I am going to agree with you on that one. Mike’s arms are the size of tree trunks.

Rose: If tree trunks were juiced up.

Mason is immediately able to reach out and grab the ropes. The referee calls for Brady to break the hold, but the champ ignores him. The referee counts for the DQ.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four...Brady finally leases the hold!

Smirking, Brady backs away from Mason as the referee tries to warn him about respecting his count. Brady simply waves him off. Clearly favoring his left arm, Mason pulls himself back up to his feet. Brady charges and grabs the arm, draping it over the ropes, and using them as leverage to do more damage. Once again, the referee counts.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Fiv...Brady releases the hold just in time!

Nelson: I think Vega does not care about winning or losing at this point, he just wants to send a message to Mason.

Crumb: He’s starting to get a little careless and almost got himself disqualified there. He’s going to have to be careful if he doesn't want the DQ loss.

Rose: I am quite enjoying it to be frank. Mason needs it… a reality check.

Once again, the referee tries to warn Brady---who scoffs at him and steps back. Mason is clearly favoring his left arm. Once Brady thinks the referee has gotten over his warnings, Brady charges and gets caught with a massive, one-armed thrust spinebuster! Mason drops down on top of Brady for the cover, not quite hooking the leg because of the damage that has been done to his left arm.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Holy! That had to hurt Vega.

Crumb: I didn’t think that he would be able to do something like that given Brady’s assault on his arm just moments prior.

Rose: Brady got the wind knocked out of him big time with that spinebuster. I’m just surprised that he’s done that much damage to Mason’s arm… unless Mason is playing possum and faking it?

Mason grabs Brady and tries to power him into the air for Simply Marvelous (Sky High)! Brady is able to shift his position enough that Mason’s left arm gives out on him. Brady senses the opening and runs forward, slamming Marvelous’ arm hard into the turnbuckle! From the back, out walks Eric and Dexter Calloway, the team known as The Headhunters, to stand on the entrance ramp to watch the action.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS THE HEADHUNTERS, ERIC AND DEXTER CALLOWAY, HAVE COME OUT HERE TO WATCH THE MATCH?!

Rose: Probably, “what are they waiting for since they tweeted earlier tonight that they were going to ruin this match?!”

Nelson: These two have not been seen in a few weeks since Anniversary Armageddon.

Brady, unaware of the Headhunters, slams Mason’s arm hard a second time and then a third. The Headhunters rush down to the ring. Brady then drags Mason toward the middle of the ring, runs over and hops up to the top turnbuckle, possibly looking to deliver the Malicious Intent (phoenix splash)!

Nelson: Vega looking to possibly end this non-title affair with Malicious Intent!

Rose: Yeah but here comes the Headhunters and you know they’re intent is malicious.

Crumb: Why don’t they mind their own business?! This has nothing to do with them!

Possibly sensing danger, Brady looks back and sees the approaching Headhunters. The Heavyweight Champion hops down from the top turnbuckle to stand near Mason. The two bitter enemies mutter something to each other before nodding their heads in mutual agreement.

Nelson: We have no real idea what the two Icons were discussing but I can only assume that they have formed an uneasy alliance as The Headhunters make their way to the ring.

Crumb: This...this...is just pathetic!

As the Headhunters get close, Dexter swipes the Heavyweight title from the timekeeper’s table. The Calloway brothers cautiously climb into the ring. The referee gets in front of them instructing them to leave the ring. Eric grabs the official by the neck and gives him a massive headbutt!

Nelson: That is entirely uncalled for!

Rose: What in the hell are Mike and Brady waiting on?! Jump their asses!

The Champ mouths “give me my sh*t!” referring to his Heavyweight Championship belt. Dexter holds out the title belt to Brady but pulls it back, spits on it, and then tosses it down between the four Icons.

Crumb: That’s so disrespectful!

Keeping his eyes on the Headhunters, Brady bends down to pick up the title. As he does, Mason delivers a solid big boot to the side of his face! Brady slumps to his side onto the canvas and the Headhunters are instantly upon The Gate Keeper with heavy stomps! It doesn’t take long before Mason has joined them.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS THE HEADHUNTERS AND MIKE MASON ARE WORKING TOGETHER TO STOMP A MUDHOLE IN BRADY VEGA?!?!

Rose: Probably, “it couldn’t have happened to a better person!”

Rex Cassidy barrels down the rampway toward the ring as the crowd cheers. Mason noticing the crowd’s reaction looks over and spots Brady’s bodyguard. He scoops up the Heavyweight title belt and as Rex climbs onto the apron, Mason bashes him across the head with the belt. Rex falls back down to the floor.

Nelson: What is going on here?! Are The Headhunters and Mike Mason in cahoots?!

Rose: It sure does look like it, Patrick.

Crumb: So does that mean Mike is now a part of the New Regime?!

Mason instructs Eric and Dexter to lift up the now bloody and semiconscious Brady up. The Headhunters then whip Brady toward Mason who catches him, tosses him up, and brings him down to the canvas with a ring rattling Simply Marvelous!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

Mason keeps Brady down for a cover. Eric drags the lifeless body of the referee over and slaps the officials hand to the mat.

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Crumb: Is this for real?! Is this official?!

Nelson: I do not think so, Crumb. It simply cannot be.

Dexter makes his way out of the ring and manhandles Herbert Torres by his collar, yelling at him to announce Mason as the winner. The ring announcer doesn’t hesitant obeying.

Torres: The….the...w...w...winner of this match….M..M...M...Mike Mason!!

Rose: I guess you’re wrong about that, Patticake. If Herbert announces it, it must be official.

Crumb: No way. No way.

Dexter slides back into the ring to stand over the downed Vega with Eric and Mason.

Nelson: We are out of time, folks! We will see you next time!

Mike holds the Heavyweight title belt high into the air as Chaos fades.

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