Helloween - 28 October 2019

[Joshua Samson, ESQ]

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ICONIC PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS
IN ASSOCIATION WITH ICONIC MEDIA LLC

A NIGHT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING

Crumb: WELCOME EVERYONE TO HELLOWEEN!!

“Dragula” by Rob Zombie 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 “WHAT’S THE POINT OF RISSI/BLACK IF THEY NEVER DO ANYTHING TOGETHER?!”, “IF MIKE MASON WINS WE RIOT!”, and “PANDA POWER”.

Nelson: As per usual, we have a great supercard planned for you this evening and even a number of debuts tonight as well. Helloween will be starting off with a double debut match as newcomer Eon Night will be taking on fellow newcomer Tren Descarrilado in what is sure to be a very good match.

Crumb: Both Icons are going to be looking to make an impact here in Iconic Pro Wrestling but whoo… does that Tren have a mouth on him to the point where Samuel L. Jackson would blush.

Rose: Well hopefully if he opens his gob the censors are doing their jobs because I really don’t need IPW to get shut down for violations and be out of a job.

Nelson: I do not think that it is going to be going that far, Rose Marie, so you have nothing to worry about. What I am interested in is what Kan Tai can do in her in-ring debut after making her presence known last week.

Crumb: Even though she interrupted Astrid Samon’s match last time against Drake Jones, I guess due to their interaction on Twitter, it didn’t seem to work out the way Tai had planned though nobody really knows what she had planned.

Rose: Everyone knows how much I dislike ASStrid but I will admit that even I think Kan Tai made a mistake there. If she is able to defeat Lana Jacobs who is by far the looniest toon we have, you don’t want to go making enemies in someone like ASStrid or Brianna Rissi.

Nelson: Now Tanja Devereaux has been on quite a tear since coming to Iconic Professional Wrestling a couple of months ago, will she be able to keep that going here tonight as she goes one on one with Drake Jones?

Crumb: I’ve been watching her very closely and I think that she stands a very good chance at walking out tonight with another victory. But at the same time she can’t sleep on Drake Jones because he could wind up surprising her. I mean, he has done it before.

Rose: Drake Jones is comparable to Jessie Roberts at best. And that’s not saying a lot because they’re two of the absolute worst! So boring in the ring to the point of where I want to take a nap.

Nelson: In our only tag team match of the show, we are going to be seeing Jake Raab teaming up with Jessie Roberts to take on The Queen Bees, Brianna Rissi and Astrid Samson. Now Samson is taking offense to being put into this match, saying that it is Brooklyn Holloway’s way of trying to embarrass her, hold her back from achieving her true potential.

Crumb: Did you realize that both Jake and Jessie share the initials J.R.? I think that it’s kind of cool. But yeah, back to the topic of the match. I really think that this match is going to be interesting to say the least and then there’s the fact that Jessie Roberts has never been able to beat Astrid in a match.

Rose: But she has defeated Brianna before so she does know how to take down a big name.

Crumb: You are the biggest advocate for saying that she has been nothing but lucky since IPW opened.

Rose: Pfft...so?

Nelson: Anyway, in our first of two title matches, we are going to see Oliver Black put his Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Championship on the line against newcomer Lash Donohue in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs Match which is surely going to have people on the edges of their seats.


Crumb: I have a feeling that both of these Icons are going to do anything they have to so that they walk out with the title… and that includes sacrificing their body should they see the need to. I am about worried about Oliver’s mental state though. I think he’s taken that new The Joker movie a little too seriously.

Rose: Oliver Black has done nothing but whine and complain for the past… well for a while now and honestly, I’d like to see him get a reality check and have his championship taken away.

Nelson: But the match that everyone is looking forward to is our main event where the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship is going to be defended in a No Lives Matter match, a stipulation that has left a lot of people puzzled as to what exactly is going to be going on.


Crumb: Both Mike Mason and Brady Vega have staked their claims for weeks and Brooklyn Holloway had to come up with this match as a way to test their stamina and strength.

Rose: Oh she did it because she favors Mike Mason. Brady Vega doesn’t stand a chance here tonight.

Nelson: So without further adieu let Helloween begin!

Kan Tai is sitting backstage on top of a production box, her legs dangling over the side as she kicks them back and forth. She appears to be talking to someone as the camera moves in closer. She’s dressed to compete in her match against Lana Jacobs, amd seems to be waiting for her cue and as the camera gets closer to her, it catches the last part of her conversations with… a stuffed panda.

Kan Tai: I know she’s crazy but I still have to fight her. I mean, it is my job. We have had this talk before, Panda. Sometimes I have to fight big tough guys and other times I have to fight really crazy girls! It’s just the nature of the job.

There’s a long pause of silence as Kan Tai looks at her stuffed Panda nodding her head and smiling as if the panda were talking back.

Kan Tai: Obviously, I’ll be careful. I don’t intentionally go out there to try and get hurt. But, she is crazy so maybe I should have you back here where you won’t get hurt.

It’s then that Kan Tai notices the camera creeping in.

Kan Tai: Oh hi! Are we live?

Kan Tai grins and waves to the camera.

Kan Tai: Hello everyone! I hope you’re having a great time so far tonight and I promise to fight hard to beat Lana Jacobs and prove to everyone that I deserve to be in Iconic Pro! I am thankful for everyone’s support and we will always do out best!

She strikes a fighting pose, while still sitting on the box so it doesn’t quite come across as intense as she’d like but what can one do?

Kan Tai: Bye everyone!

She waves repeatedly as the scene fades.

~~

Torres: The following DOUBLE DEBUT MATCH is scheduled for one fall.

Eon appears at the entrance as the sounds from "Running Blind" fill the arena. He shakes his head and paces slowly towards the ring. He enters the ring and leans on the ropes.

Torres: First… hailing from Parts Unknown… weighing in at two hundred and fourty-five pounds… standing at six feet two inches… he is EONNNN NIIIIIGGGHHHTTTT!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Not much is known about either Icon in this match but I am very much looking forward to seeing what these two have in store.

Crumb: First impressions are everything in this business and he sounds like he’s going to be making quite an impact here in IPW.

Rose: That’s still left to be seen. We’ve said that about people before and they’ve wound up being huge disappointments.

Train Wreck simply walks up to the apron, rolls in under the bottom rope, and makes his way into his corner, crouching and leaning against the turnbuckle.

Torres: And his opponent... hailing from Juárez, Chihuahua, Mexico… weighing in at two hundred and three pounds… standing at six feet three inches… he is TRENNNN DESCCARRRILLLLAAADDDOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: I believe that Descarrilado is the first Icon that we have had from our neighbors to the south. Mexican wrestling is very exciting and I wonder if he will be bringing that excitement here to Iconic Professional Wrestling?

Crumb: We’ve seen a lot of people come in and out here so maybe we’ve seen one before… I don’t know. What I do know is that his promo was riddled with swears… hopefully he’s not got anger issues like Micheal Graves did.

Rose: Micheal who?

DING DING DING!!!

Tren and Eon circle in a menacing manner, both sneering with contempt and exchanging verbal barbs. The circle closes in and Eon instinctively goes for the collar and elbow tie up, but the crowd boo as Tren fakes and sends him reeling with an uppercut before pouncing, delivering a whirlwind flurry of punches. The referee forces Tren to break it up because they're against the ropes. Tren ignores him, but while the crowd begins to cheer louder, Eon manages to grab hold of Tren's fist, using it as leverage to turn this around, mounting Tren and delivering his own vicious flurry. The referee starts to count since they are still against the ropes.

One…

Two…

Three…

Eon relents and backs up.

Nelson: It seems to me that both Icons are willing to bed the rules to keep the momentum going in their favor. Both Night and Descarrilado need to be careful or they are going to wind up getting themselves disqualified and that would not be a good way to start off their run here.

Crumb: That is very true. But I also have to add in that I think they both hate each other. Maybe there’s a history between these two that we don’t yet know about.

Rose: I don’t know… but what I do know is that I don’t care. They wasted quality match time by basically pushing each other around. Boooorrringg!

Eon sneers at Tren as he gets to all fours, beckoning for him to get up as he stomps angrily. The crowd starts to get loud once more as Tren got up on his knees and spreads his arms.

Tren: WHATCHA WAITIN' FOR, MOTHERFUCKER?!

Laughing, Eon shrugs before making a beeline for Tren, looking to take his head off with a vicious knee but Descarrilado was waiting! With a Herculean effort, the crowd pops as Tren catches it and uses it as leverage to launch Night clean over the top rope! Tren starts playing to the crowd as the referee begins to count Eon out.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five...

Tren lets out a yell as he stands, bounces off the ropes and launches himself at Eon with a suicide dive, but Eon has this scouted and rolls out of the way just in time! The crowd groans as Tren's body makes a sickening impact with the concrete floor and crashes into the barricade.

Crumb: WHAT CAN TREN DESCARRILADO BE THINKING AS EON NIGHT MOVED OUT OF THE WAY?!?!

Rose: Probably, “Wow… he did what any normal person would do.”

Nelson: You are very cynical sometimes you know that, Rose Marie?

The referee restarts the count as Eon regains his senses and gets up to his feet. The crowd starts to get louder as Eon turns to them, puts his index finger to his temple before he starts pulling things out from under the ring. The referee shakes his head, leaving the ring as he starts cleaning up chairs before starting his count. The referee drops everything when Eon is about to slam a chair into the back of Tren's head. He snatches the chair and warns Eon that he will get disqualified. Growling, Eon stomps Tren instead, causing him to finally begin to stir. Eon roughly grabs Tren and goes to roll him back into the ring, but Tren blocks the attempt and rams Eon's head into the apron instead. Tren goes to grab onto Eon as he rebounds, but he backs right into the referee and knocks him down and sending the official sprawling.

Crumb: Why did the referee start cleaning up after Eon Night? I hope he knows that he is not to do that and is supposed to pay attention to everything going on in the match.

Nelson: I have no idea but I do know that he looks like he has been knocked out cold after getting knocked over by a rebounding Eon Night.

Rose: The level of ruthlessness is sickening. This is a singles match… not a hardcore or anything of that nature. Why can’t people obey the rules anymore?

With a trickle of blood visible on his hairline, Tren mocks Eon by tapping on his temple before looking under the ring as the crowd offers a mixed response. With a twinkle in his eye, Tren of course retrieves "Lola", holding his immaculately barbed wire wrapped bat up high. Eon screams with pain as Tren grinds the tip of the bat into the base of his spine for a few seconds, that sick clown painted grin looking ever more twisted as the crowd voices their disapproval. Tren finally relents and grabs Eon by the scruff of his neck, dragging him to his knees. Tren is looking to apply a Lola assisted chokehold on Eon, but Eon manages to snatch the bat, albeit getting a nice 'stinger' for his troubles and cursing loudly as he elbows Tren in the jaw, throws Lola into the ring. The referee only now beginning to stir.

Nelson: Oh, things are not looking too good for Eon Night. Descarrilado has been brutal with that bat and hopefully some order will come to this match now that the referee looks like he is moving.

Crumb: I still think he’s a little oblivious to what Tren and Eon are doing. I do know that the bat needs to be taken away from Tren if Eon wants this to be a fair fight.

Rose: Tren should’ve been disqualified already because again… this is a regular match and weapons of any sort are against the rules.

Nelson: I can only think that the referee knows that this is a supercard event and is being very lax.

With Tren staggering from the hard elbow, Eon is able to roll him under the ropes. Eon slides back into the ring, going for Lola, but Tren grabs his ankles and trips him up. Eon growls and hammers Tren with forearms. Eon shrieks with pain and surprise as Tren sinks his teeth into Eon's thigh. Tren quickly reaches for Lola and the crowd reacts as though they were sickened. Eon once again screams with agony as Tren applies a Lola-assisted version of his submission finisher, Railroad Crossing (cross arm camel clutch). Eon is tapping and his throat begins to drip blood, but the referee isn't seeing any of this The crowd is absolutely furious as Tren continues to apply the pressure. Eon manages to break free via a low blow sending Tren's eyes rolling back before he drops to the canvas.

Nelson and Crumb: OWWWWWWW!!!

As the referee finally comes to his senses and gets into the ring, Eon grabs Tren by the hair and tries to yank him to his feet. Tren delivers a hard backhand that causes Eon to stagger backward. Tren gets back up and runs at Eon with his devastating elbows. There is a tremendous pop as Eon manages to grab onto his arms and reel him into an extremely high impact TNT DDT (evenflow DDT)! Tren's forehead lands right on Lola in a rather gruesome fashion. Eon rolls him over and goes for the cover! Blood POURS from Tren's fresh gash already!

One…

Two...

THRE…KICK OUT!

Eon cannot believe it and neither can this crowd!

Nelson: The blood is coming from Tren Descarrialdo’s forehead in a steady stream of crimson. I do not know if he is even able to see?

Crumb: I doubt that he is. He landed hard on his own weapon after that DDT from Eon. I was surprised that he was even able to kick out!

Rose: Now things are starting to get interesting.

Eon loses his mind, punching the mat several times in frustration before stomping on Tren's already heavily bloodied face. Eon cocks an eyebrow as he looks to Tren who has begun to convulse right in the middle of the ring as blood continues to pour from the deep, wide cut. The bell rings as the referee turns ghastly pale for a second and then holds up his arms in an X, making a motion for a stoppage, yet the EMTs were already well on their way down the ramp to attend to a borderline mortally wounded Tren Descarrilado.

Torres: With Tren Descarrilado being unable to continue… here is your winner due to referee stoppage… Eon Night!

Nelson: No surprise there that the referee has stopped the match and declared that Tren Descarrilado can no longer continue. Did I see him having a seizure?

Crumb: I don’t know… I hope not because that wouldn’t mean anything good for him and I’m sure he’d have to undergo a battery of tests before he’s medically cleared to compete again.

Rose: If the referee had done his damn job, I don’t think we’d be looking at this travesty. It’s a shame though, things were just starting to get entertaining.

The cameras of the IPW Production team take us to the back lot of the Iconic Arena. A small gated off area between two recycling dumpsters. IPW Heavyweight Champion, Brady Vega stands in the designated area with the IPW Heavyweight Championship hanging from the guard rail in front of him. Brady licks a zig-zag and seals it shut before placing the kush stick between his lips.

Vega pats his pockets and finally finds his lighter in his pocket. As the flame touches the spliff, “Diamond” Lash Donohue appears outside the smoking area with a large shopping cart of candy and one championship belt over his shoulder and another around his waist. Brady smokes the spliff and never loses eye contact with Donohue. After a moment of silence Lash breaks the awkward silence…

Lash Donohue: What’s going on my dood?!

Brady remains silent. Donohue gestures toward the large cart.

Lash Donohue: You want some candy?

Lash smirked, looking Brady up and down...Donohue sniffs the air.

Lash Donohue: Of course ya want some freakin' candy.

Brady, skeptical at first, hits the spliff again and exhales before responding.

Brady Vega: Candy? … You want to hit this one time?

Brady holds out the joint in front of him.

Bady Vega: “Happy Helloween?”

Lash ponders. He looks at Brady then back at the joint and then back at Brady.

Lash cocks an eyebrow. He nods, taking the spliff. Brady cocks an eyebrow of his own as he notes that Lash takes DEEP draws, exhaling and inhaling the smoke through his nose again. Brady seems to appreciate the "French waterfall" display before Lash pats him on the back.

Lash: Oh man. It's been a motherfucker of a day. I'm doing this for a good cause, but damn is it stressful. Thanks, B..

Lash freely offers dibs on the candy bag, almost insisting.

~~

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

The thumping bass of the Band of Skulls’ “Sweet Sour” rings out followed by the trill of the guitar as the logo for “Kawaii Waru” Kan Tai appears on the screen as the singer begins the vocals of the song. From behind the stage skips 5 foot 1 inch, Kan Tai. She is dressed in wrestling top and shorts, with boots. The color scheme is half white and half black cut right down the middle with the white on the left and the black on the right all the day down to her boots. Her dark hair is shortish, tied into a small bun on each side of her head, tied with one white ribbon on the left and one black ribbon on the right. As she sways down towards the ring, she slaps the hands of some of the fans as she gets to ringside. She walks up to the camera and holds up a watch she happened to snag from a fan and then holds her finger up to her lips as if to say ‘shhhh’ and she tucks it into her top. She leaps up onto the apron and springboard flips into the ring and drops to a knee and poses for the crowd as the music begins to fade.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Manhattan, New York… she weighs in at one hundred and twenty pounds… standing at a height of five feet one inch… making her in-ring Iconic Pro Wrestling debut… she is Kawaii Waru… KANNNNNNNNNN TAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: On the last Chaos, Kan Tai made her presence known to the Iconic Professional Wrestling faithful by walking down to the ring in the middle of Drake Jones’ match against Astrid Samson.

Crumb: Astrid wasn’t too happy about it either. I don’t know if she was trying to show that she was the Hawaii Wareyu or whatever...

Rose: Oh, Crumbbum, you’re so soft in the head sometimes you know that right?

"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: Coming to the ring hailing from Kansas City, Missouri… she weighs in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds… standing at a height of five feet four inches… she is LANNNNNAAAA JACOBBBBBBBSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Now Lana Jacobs has become someone who is unpredictable. You are never quite sure what kind of mood she is in or what you are going to get when she comes to the ring. But she surely knows how to put on a show.

Crumb: That is true but Kan Tai is looking to make an impact in the ring after her debut at the last Chaos. She’s sent a message but if she were to win here tonight, that would be an even bigger one and it would put her on a good path.

Rose: Nobody likes cute, that fad is done and SEVERELY over with. If that’s what she wants she should go somewhere where that’s like… like Japan.

Kan Tai and Lana both look at one another as the referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Lana looks at Kan Tai and practically dares her to bring the fight to her with a smirk on her face. Kan doesn't hesitate to do so, charging at Lana and hitting her in the mouth with a forearm shot! She follows it up with a second, a third, a fourth, and a fifth! Each show sends Lana stumbling back a bit as Lana chuckles. Kan grabs hold of Lana and shoots her across the ring. She waits for Lana to come back on the rebound before leaping into the air and hitting him with a dropkick! Lana crashes to the mat and pulls herself back up to her feet. She begins to laugh hysterically, practically BEGGING Kan to keep it up.

Nelson: I am not sure Kan Tai has ever been in the ring with someone like Lana Jacobs before?

Rose: You don't realize how much you appreciate normal opponents until you've got someone like Lana practically begging you to hurt them!

Kan Tai glares at Lana as she once again dares her to try and fight. She hits Lana with a series of quick kicks that sends Lana stumbling back. Kan then bounces off of the ropes and charges, only to have Lana hit her in the mouth with an elbow shot. Kan staggers a few steps but barely manages to stay upright. Lana charges and delivers a series of knee shots to Kan's ribs. Kan doubles over in pain. Lana immediately hoists her into the air, delivering a double underhook backbreaker!

Nelson: Jacobs baited Tai into hitting her before turning the tides around in her favor. That is some very smart maneuvering there on Jacobs’ behalf.

Crumb: She is showing her veteran side. It’s a shame really that Kan Tai fell into her trap. I was thinking she was going to be showing some promise in this match… though there is still plenty of time for her to do just that.

Rose: I wonder which one of these two are going to be easily distracted? Maybe these goofballs would have their stupid plushies wrestle because I think that would be a better match than this one.

Kan Tai tries to pull herself back up to her feet as Lana hurries toward her and hits her with a spinning backfist! Kan is barely able to stay upright and Lana locks her into a full nelson! Kan tries to fight her way out of Lana's grasp, but she snaps off a leg sweep! Lana goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Lana Jacobs is not giving up the fight against Kan Tai. The longer this onslaught goes on, the more that Tai’s chances diminish.

Crumb: I don’t think that Kan Tai is going to let Lana get away this easily. I’m sure she’s got a few tricks up her sleeves.

Rose: Well she better pull them out quickly or she’s going to have a loss to start off her IPW tenure.

Smirking, Lana grabs Kan by the hair and slams her head into the mat. Lana then pulls herself back up to her feet as Kan tries to do the same. Lana kicks her in the face with a boot that sends her back to the mat. Lana bounces off of the ropes and tries to hit Kan with a senton---only to have Kan roll out of the way just in time! She grabs Lana before she can pull herself back up to her feet and rolls her up with a schoolboy.

One...

Two...

TH...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Very crafty there on Tai’s part and I think she has saved herself the match. If she can keep this up, she will be giving Lana Jacobs one heck of a fight.

Crumb: She got lucky with that opening and she took advantage of it. Maybe she isn’t as green as we thought that she was?

Rose: Your positivity is absolutely sickening I’ll tell you that.

Kan pops back up to her feet and tries to catch her breath. She backs up to the ropes and leans against them. Lana immediately charges. Kan gets a foot into the air and kicks her in the jaw! Kan then flips out onto the apron in an impressive show of athleticism. She waits just a moment before springboarding into the ring and hitting Lana with a crossbody! She hooks the leg for a cover.

One...

Two...

THR...KICK OUT!

Crumb: Lana kicks out again!

Nelson: Kan Tai is showing off some of her own offense!

Rose: Let's not pretend that she's anywhere near the level of Lana when it comes to creativity!

Kan Tai calls for the fans to show some support, which they do without hesitation. She waits for Lana to pull herself back up to her feet. Once she's standing, Kan runs and tries to send Lana crashing to the mat with a hurricanrana. Smirking, Lana catches her in the air. She runs toward the nearest turnbuckle with her and sends Kan flying into it with a buckle bomb!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Clearly in pain, Kan stumbles out of the corner. Lana charges and tries to send her crashing to the mat with a spear! Kan Tai just barely ducks out of the way of the attempt! Lana pulls herself back up to her feet, Kan immediately grabs her, and plants Lana on the mat with a tornado DDT! She hooks the leg for the cover.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I think Kan Tai thought she had it there!

Crumb: So did the fans!

Kan glares at Lana and then the referee, trying to plead her case. The referee assures her it was a two count. Kan steps out of the way and waits for Lana to pull herself back up to her feet, standing near the ropes. Kan smirks. When Lana is standing, Kan springboards off of the ropes and tries to hit Lana with a moonsault. Lana steps out of the way and Kan lands on her feet. She tries to focus her attention on Lana, but Lana lifts her into the air and blasts her with a knee to the face! The impact of her knee causes blood to pour from Kan's nose. Lana hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Oh the blood is spilling from Kan Tai’s nose like a faucet!

Crumb: That doesn’t look good at all. Hopefully Kan Tai is going to be able to continue the match.

Rose: Oh if it ends, I will be happy.

Lana wipes some of the blood off of Kan's face and rubs it onto her own face. Lana laughs as Kan tries to drag herself back up to her feet. Once Kan makes it up to her feet, Lana grabs her and tries to hoist her up. Kan just barely frees herself before Lana plants her on the mat. Kan lands on the mat behind Lana and waits for her to turn around. Once she does, Kan leaps into the air and hits Lana with a dropkick! Lana drops down to a knee from the impact, but somehow manages to pull herself back up to her feet, albeit groggily.

Rose: This chick is insane...

Crumb: Seriously!

Kan shakes her head as Lana starts to laugh. Lana dares her to hit her with another kick. Kan takes a deep breath, runs to bounce off the ropes, and then tries a second dropkick. Lana sidesteps and catches Kan with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Lana hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Kan kicks out!

Crumb: Kan kicked out! Kan kicked out!

Rose: Too late! Too late!

Torres: The winner of this match...Lana Jacobs!!!

Nelson: Lana Jacobs welcomed Kan Tai to Iconic Professional Wrestling in her own personal way. Though there is nothing that Tai should be ashamed of.

Crumb: She was pretty impressive out there and I have a feeling that she’s only getting started.

Rose: Well first off she needs to get that bloody nose taken care of.

The always professional face of Butterscotch Monroe filled the screen with smile plastered on her face. She wore a cute yet sophisticated black and orange dress in honor of the evening. Apparently already mid-live video as the backstage correspondent hyped the nights card.

Butterscotch Monroe: Tonight definitely has a big fight feel in the air. And I think it is largely to do with this match up right here.

A graphic flashed across the screen of Oliver Black, Television championship around his waist wearing an ornate black feathered jacket stood on one side of the screen. His opponent and challenger Lash Donohue wore a cut off vest and a cocky grin. In between them a rotating image of a ladder with a table and chair set up around it.

Television Championship Match
TLC
Oliver Black © vs Lash Donohue

Was written below it in purple. A few spider webs bookended the writing a few computer generated spiders ran across the screen. IPW’s graphics team having a bit of fun with the Helloween theme. A flaming jack o lantern came out from the center of the screen transitioning the scene back to Butterscotch Monroe.

Butterscotch Monroe: Tonight’s TV Title contest finds a confident Oliver Black defending in a Tables Ladders and Chairs match! A match that came to fruition because of a series of unlikely events that saw newcomer Lash Donohue take Oliver Black to the brink of defeat only to be called a draw due to t.v. time expiring. A match that resulted in General Manager Tapioca Joe signing a TLC match here tonight! A match where there will be no time limits, a match where there MUST be a winner!

Butterscotch took a few hesitant steps back, her smile falling from her face.

Oliver Black: Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! Let me STOP you RIGHT there, Butters.

The television champion Oliver Black stepped into the frame of the screen. Wearing black Nike joggers and a black t-shirt that simply read delusional. Ollie approached a nervous Monroe, TV title decorating his shoulder.

Oliver Black: Because once again you are telling these people FALSE information. Because Lash Donohue did in fact NOT take me to the brink of defeat Butters, nor did he take me to my limit, nor did he have me beaten. Just like he does NOT have a claim of being the TRUE TV Champion. Just like he is NOT justified in cutting the line and getting a rematch here tonight!

And it’s people like YOU that are the reason he is getting one in the first place. It’s people like you, and people like Tapioca Joe who just gotta root for the new kid in town. Tell him how great he is, tell him that he had me beat, tell him that he came out here on his debut night and nearly beat the television champion. LIES LIES AND MORE DAMN LIES AND I’m SICK OF IT!

Oliver Black began throwing a bit of a tantrum.

Oliver Black: Lash Donohue is being REWARDED FOR LOOSING! This is the generation of participation medals at its finest! I am here to ELEVATE this division! To make IPW great again! How am I supposed to do that when any joe schmoe who rides in here on a fucking skate board can come out to that ring, fail and be propelled to superstardom? Any scrawny, immature little twat that grew up with a mom who constantly told him he was the best kid on his loosing soccer team, any snot nosed degenerate who’s bedroom at his mom’s house is filled with participation trophy’s and most improved loser medals gets a shot at the one and ONLY championship that means a damn in this trash can fire that is IPW!

Oliver motions towards the arena with his free arm, the other still gripping the side of his championship so it didn’t slide off his shoulder.

Oliver Black: What you SHOULD be doing instead of standing here and LYING to these people is using your last brain cell to tell these people the TRUTH for ONCE in your career! You should be using this platform to tell them that tonight Lash Donohue doesn’t stand a chance. You should be telling them that Lash Donohue shouldn’t even be in this match! You should be telling these people that this card fucking blows, that this supercard has one of the lowest buy rates in IPW history! You should be telling them that no one gives a damn about Brady Vega and Mike Mason! You should be telling them the TRUTH!

The TRUTH that it should be Oliver Black vs Jason Dave in the main fucking event! NOT Brady Vega, NOT Mike Mason and sure as hell NOT LASH DONOHUE!

How am I supposed to save this damn company when it won’t save its goddamn self! Joshua Samson and Brooklyn Holloway wouldn’t know ratings if it slapped them in the face! Hell they got Brianna Rissi in her first Supercard match since her return and she’s stuck in a no-one-gives-a-shit tag team match in the middle of the god damn card! When everyone knows full well she should be in that main event with Mason and Vega! They went from one of the best fatal four ways in history for the Television Championship to a kid who already had his shot and missed. Instead of a bonafide returning legend! Jason Dave and I wouldn’t have just blown the roof off but tore the whole damn house down!

Oliver regained his composer, visibly pulling in his energy and frustration with a deep breath.

Oliver Black: You know what? No. The truth is Butters, I am going to go out there and do what I always do! Steal the goddamn show and show these people why they still watch this garbage show that they for some reason still love! I am going to go out there and remind these people what professional wrestling, what IPW can still be! And then after Lash Donhue crawls back under whatever rock he came out from, then Dave I hope you’re ready. Because we’re taking over, were changing the rule and we’re saving this company.

Oliver storms off the screen as emoji faces, hearts and thumbs ups flood the screen from viewers of the instragram live broadcast.

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

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.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana… weighing in at one hundred and fifteen… standing five feet ten inches… she is the Cajun Queen… TANJJJJJJAAAAAA DEVEREAUUUUUUUUXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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: Tanja Devereaux is out here and boy, does she look ready to get herself another victory tonight. But then again, that is not different from any other time that she has been out here.

Crumb: Tanja has been putting everyone on the roster on notice and with Stasi Herveaux voice her disdain for her in the past, I wonder how she’s been taking this since we know she’s in the building.

Rose: Who cares!? Stasi is a jealous bitch… and Tanja is just another name on her list of people she’s jealous of.

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: And her opponent hailing from Melbourne, Australia… weighing in at two hundred and three pounds… standing at a height of six feet one inch… he is DRAKKKKKKEEEEEE JONEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: Drake Jones has been on quite the rollercoaster ride over the past couple of shows, having just about as many losses as he does wins.

Crumb: That has pretty much been his game ever since he came to IPW.

Rose: What are you talking about? The dude lost like, almost a dozen matches in a row.

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

DING DING DING!!!

Tanja and Drake both approach each other near the center of the ring, the two of them waiting for an opening to appear. When that doesn't happen immediately, Drake steps forward and absolutely BLASTS Tanja in the mouth with a hard elbow shot. He follows it up with a second and then a third, Tanja stumbling around from the impact and trying to keep herself on her feet. He pulls Tanja in and hits her with a forearm smash to knock her groggy. Drake then shoots Tanja across the ring and waits for her to return on the rebound---lifting the Cajun Queen into the air and slamming her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex! Tanja wisely creates some space before pulling herself back up to her feet. Drake watches her with a smirk on his face.

Nelson: I think Jones is trying to tell Devereaux that he is watching her every move, sending a message that he is not going to be an easy match for her.

Crumb: I do believe that is the case. Drake is going to keep Tanja on her toes and he might actually stand a chance here tonight.

Rose: Yeah… a chance of becoming mincemeat for Tanja to devour.

Tanja uses the ropes to pull herself back up to her feet, Drake watching and preparing to strike once again. As soon as Tanja is standing, Drake charges. Tanja gets a foot in the air and kicks Drake in the jaw, sending him stumbling back. Drake recovers and decides that he's going to try again---only to have Tanja kick him in the jaw a second time! This time, Tanja flips out onto the apron and takes just a moment to steady herself. She springboards into the ring and hits Drake in the side of the head with a knee blast! Tanja quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover.

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Nelson: Devereaux not showing any signs of the effects from the beginning of the match. She quickly turned things around in her favor.

Crumb: I think that is one of the reasons why she’s done so well in her tenure so far… her ability to read a match and get in her hits when it looks like the tides are against her.

Rose: That and the fact that Drake Jones seems to have his head in the ground.

Drake tries to quickly pull himself back up to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Tanja is just a step quicker. She bounces off of the ropes and hits Drake with a running dropkick that sends him crashing down to the mat! The fans are on their feet as Tanja hooks the leg once again.

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THRE...Drake manages to kick out again!

Nelson: Two very close kickouts in a row by Drake Jones. Things are not looking too good for him right now.

Crumb: He has to be the biggest underdog of this company and he’s proven that he can beat the odds before… I don’t think tonight will be any different.

Rose: He’s got one heck of a fight in front of him and after two straight losses… how much more do you expect out of him really?

Drake once again tries to pull himself back up to his feet, albeit much more groggily this time around. Tanja tries to take advantage of the opening by grabbing Drake from behind. She tries to grab Drake's arms to get him into position for a tiger suplex, but Drake frees himself just in time. He spins Tanja around and then blasts her in the mouth with a spinning backfist, the impact of the blow drawing blood!

Nelson: That is the second time someone has drawn blood from their opponent. Our Icons are not holding back tonight!

Crumb: It is called Helloween so I would think that a couple of them, if not all would be going balls to the wall and getting their hands a little dirty.

Rose: Things are just beginning. Hopefully someone does something because this show is getting boring.

Crumb: Oh you’re just a party pooper, Rose.

Rose: Shaddup!

Tanja tries to wipe the blood away and continue fighting, but Drake knees her in the ribs. He follows it up with a second before slamming Tanja down to the mat with a Northern Lights suplex! The referee drops down and counts.

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Tanja groggily tries to pull herself back up to her feet. Drake bounces off of the ropes for some extra momentum of his own. Before he can do anything, Tanja hits Drake with a side kick to the ribs. The impact of the blow drops Drake to his knees. He tries to pull himself back up to his feet, but Tanja bounces off of the ropes and connects with a knee strike that sends Drake staggering around groggily. Tanja grabs Drake and pulls him in, trying to position for a DDT. Drake spins out of the attempt and instead pulls Tanja in for a clothesline! Tanja ducks and rolls Drake up for the pinfall.

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THRE...KICK OUT!

The fans are on their feet, amazed at just how close the count was!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS DRAKE JONES JUST BARELY KICKS OUT IN THE LAST POSSIBLE NANOSECOND?!?!

Rose: Probably, “what in the hell is a nanosecond, nerd?!”

Both Icons pull themselves back up to their feet. Tanja bounces off of the ropes and tries to get ready for another strike. Unfortunately for her, Drake steps forward, cuts her off, and delivers a massive lunging clothesline! He picks Tanja up before dropping her back to the canvas with The Killswitch (Air Raid Crash/White Noise)!

Nelson: Oh I think Drake Jones has it here!

The fans gasp as Drake covers Tanja.

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THREE!!

Torres: The winner of this Helloween match… Drake Jones!!!

Nelson: This match was very back and forth and it looked at numerous times that it could have gone either way. Maybe this is the start of the momentum Drake Jones need to keep pushing on?

Crumb: I think once Tanja’s mouth started to bleed, she became a bit worried and lost her… focus. Yeah… focus.

Rose: We still have three more matches to watch. I’m thoroughly dreading the next one.

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The show returns to a huge ovation from the audience in attendance. Butterscotch Monroe has made her way down to the side of the ring, microphone in hand with a smile plastered on her face. She’s ready to work and her guest for the evening, Jason Dave, is front row with his wife, Jessica, both of whom are sitting front row in their chairs.

Butterscotch: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with one of Iconic Pro Wrestling’s new signings and returning face, Jason Dave. Jason, thank you for taking the time to conduct this interview.

Jason: The pleasure is all mine, Butterscotch. How are you this evening?

Butterscotch: I am well, thank you for asking. You’re here with your wife experiencing Iconic Pro Wrestling’s Helloween event from the stands, do you wish you could be in the ring later this evening against Oliver Black?

Jason gets up from his seat and moves a little bit closer to the guard rails.

Jason: Oh, indeed I would love to be in that ring tonight, but unfortunately technicalities have kept me here.

Jason looks back at his wife and offers a clean smile; his signature grin to be exact. He turns his attention back towards Butterscotch.

Jason: Although I would love to be in that ring tonight, I have the absolute pleasure to spend the evening here with my beautiful wife and get a close up look at everything. It’s been a wonderful night so far and I am sure it is only going to get better from here.

Butterscotch: You’ve been all over twitter interacting with a couple members of the IPW roster, most notably Lash Donohue and Brianna Rissi, is this perhaps your way of getting reacclimated to the life of an Icon?

Jason: While you I do think you’re clever for pointing that out, I hate to tell you that there is no reacclimation to the life of an Icon on my part. Brianna is practically family, the only thing that we do not share is blood and our last name. As for Lash, well he’s the other individual that answered Oliver’s challenge and once again has another opportunity tonight to try dethore Oliver.

Butterscotch: Do you have any other thoughts to offer on the Television title match tonight?

Jason: Other than wishing the two of them best of luck, no I do not. I simply wish to enjoy the entertainment provided here tonight.

Jason turns to go back to his seat, but is stopped when Butterscotch Monroe places a hand on his shoulder. She shakes her head to say that the interview is not quite over and motions for him to return to the guard rail.

Butterscotch: Jason, you’ve also been exchanging words with the likes of Bill Ryder over Twitter, can you give us an explanation as to why this old fire between the two of you has reignited?

Jason pats Butterscotch on her back, offering her his signature smirk before letting out a quick sign.

Jason: You should be proud of yourself, Butterscotch, you’ve truly done your research on me. William is indeed an old friend of mine and we’ve had our spats and we’ve had our glory together. It’s a real seesaw of a relationship we’ve had over the years. My words of encouragement that I left William on Twitter are to remain there and have no hidden meaning behind them. What you see and what you read is what you get from me.

Butterscotch: Lastly, before I let you get back to the entertainment, I am sure a lot of your fans have this question and I want to be the one that gives you the platform to tell us what you have been up to for the past year?

Once again, offering his signature smirk, his eyes move upwards as he points to his hair.

Jason: Haircut.

Butterscotch: Yeah, okay. Jason has done more than get a haircut.

Jason laughs softly along with Butterscotch before returning back to his seat next to his wife. Butterscotch assumes the full frame of the camera and smiles brightly.

Butterscotch: Thank you Jason for your time, now let’s get back to the action.

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

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

Torres: Coming to the ring first from Dusseldorf, Germany… weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds… standing at five feet nine inches… he is The Fiery Target… JAKKKKKKEEEEEE RAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

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.

Torres: His partner… coming to the ring next hailing from Iowa City, Iowa… weighing in at one hundred and forty-eight pounds… standing at five feet ten inches… she is a former Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion… the Hawkeye Warrior… JESSIIIIIIEEEEEEE ROBERTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: The team of Jake Raab and Jessie Roberts sure is a curious one, but both of these Icons are known fighters and I think that is going to become a good variable for them.

Crumb: I think that it will only because Jesse’s history is mixed when it comes to their opponents and Jake is probably wanting to send a message to The Queen Bees.

Rose: Can I be honest? I don’t like any Icon in this match and don’t ask why… that’s a list that would take up all of our air time.

”Mayhem” by Halestorm fills the room with a dominating feel. Out from behind the black curtain comes the domineering duo of Astrid Sedin and Brianna Rissi. Astrid has a confident swagger in her step and a diabolical smirk on her face. Astrid walks to the top of the ramp where she stops and poses. Meanwhile, Brianna skips around Astrid in her signature side pigtails, as Astrid poses, doing her usual hair fluffing, while Brianna comes to a stop beside her. Brianna places her hands behind her and rocks back on her heels, then spreads her feet and points one finger up in the air, wearing a matching smirk. The two women then look at each other and nod before they begin to make their way down the ramp and towards the ring. As they walk, Astrid twirls her blonde and pink hair around her finger. Brianna continues to skip at a slow pace to match Astrids, her hands behind her and her head leaning side to side. They ignore the fans that line the ramp, looking straight ahead.

Torres: Their opponents... hailing from the Iron Throne… at a combined weight of two hundred and four pounds… “The Icon Queen” Astrid Samson and Brianna Rissi… the QUEEEEEENNNNNNN BEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Once they reach the bottom of the ramp, Astrid heads off to the right hand side as Brianna stops at the bottom of the ramp. She watches as Astrid crosses in front of her, sees Astrid 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. In the meantime, Brianna runs and baseball slides into the ring, timing her entrance to match Astrids. Brianna sits on her knees for a few seconds as Astrid enters the ring and then jumps up on to her feet . Both Astrid and Brianna climb turnbuckles on opposite corners and pose again, Astrid holding her arms up at level of her shoulders, Brianna extending her arm and pointing out into the crowd, slowly rotating her hip to point at everyone in her visual vicinity. Astrid shakes her head from side to side as she talks smack to the crowd before hopping down. Brianna hops off at the same time. Both women wait for their opponents off to the side, sitting on the middle rope, Astrid with her arms spread across the top one, Brianna with her legs crossed and arms wrapped around the top rope resting near her hips, as their music slowly fading out.

Nelson: Brianna Rissi and Astrid Samson have not teamed up in quite a long time and honestly, I did not think that they would again after Rissi made her return and aided Oliver Black in his match.

Crumb: I know that is what a lot of people wanted, Astrid to cast Brianna aside or vice versa, but these two Lady Icons are very much the same and they seem to be pretty good friends.

Rose: We all thought ASStrid and Stasi were friends and look at what all went and happened. I’m very surprised that the Queen Bees have lasted this long.

DING DING DING!!!

Astrid and Brianna look to take an early advantage on their opponents. Jake catches Astrid coming in for a big urinage while Jessie catches Brianna for a snap powerslam. Astrid rolls away from Jake while Jessie holds Brianna for the cover.

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Nelson: Well that certainly sent a message to The Queen Bees. Jake Raab and Jessie Roberts are telling them that they are NOT going to be going down as easily as Samson and Rissi thought they were.

Crumb: They sure did start the match off with a bang. If they’re able to keep it up still remains to be seen.

Rose: They just caught them at the right time. Again… Jessie gets lucky.

Jake makes his way to the corner while Jessie pulls Brianna to her feet. Jessie gives her a forearm shot to the back and then tags in Jake. Brianna staggers a step and Jake takes a waistlock. Brianna hooks the bottom rope with her foot as Jake looks for a suplex. Brianna gets both feet to hook the ropes and Jake tries for the suplex for a second time. Jake pulls her away from the ropes and then launches Brianna for a release German suplex. Brianna hits hard but lands near her own corner and Astrid tags in.

Jake meets Astrid coming in with a big forearm smash to the face. Astrid starts to crumble against the ropes as Brianna grabs at Jake’s ankles. Jake tries to kick her off but Astrid is able to knee Jake in the thigh and then clip him from behind. As Jake collapses to one knee, Astrid reaches out for the tag. Brianna rolls out to the apron and stands up to accept the tag. Astrid stomps on Jake’s bad leg and then steps out, Brianna taking her place. Jake catches Brianna coming in for an inside cradle.

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REVERSAL!!!

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THR..Jake KICKS OUT!!!

Nelson: Rissi’s ring resourcefulness is coming into play just now. She is easily turned that inside cradle around into one of her own and almost got the three count.

Crumb: I think Jake underestimates Brianna really even though she beat him on the last Chaos. He’s relying on the information of others still and it doesn’t seem that things are sinking in.

Rose: What a fool… he’s just like his brothers or cousins… whatever they are.

Brianna gets to her feet and kicks Jake's leg on the mat. Jake clutches at his left knee as Brianna makes the tag. Brianna drops an elbow to the leg before rolling out of the way. Astrid steps in and starts viciously stomping on the leg. Jake reaches up and punches her out of the way before trying to stand up. Astrid makes the quick tag to Brianna and clips Jake from behind again. Jake falls to his knees. Brianna hits a running knee strike to the back that knocks Jake over onto all fours. Brianna takes him into a side cradle.

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THR...KICK OUT!!!

Nelson: Another near pinfall for Brianna Rissi on Raab. He is really going to have to start combating both of these Lady Icons because they are working like the team we all know that they are.

Crumb: Brianna and Astrid are the only tag team in IPW other than The Headhunters. I don’t think that they’ve ever lost a tag team match… the Queen Bees I mean.

Rose: Nice save there, Crumbbum.

Both Icons get to their feet and Brianna shoots in for a single leg takedown. Jake catches her and goes for a powerbomb but his leg starts to give on him halfway up. Brianna is able to reverse into a DDT.

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THR...SHOULDER UP!!!

Brianna goes for a leglock but Jake kicks her with his good leg and rolls away. He starts to get up to go for the tag but Brianna cuts him off with a dropkick to the bad leg. Jake collapses to the mat and Brianna goes for a rolling cradle again.

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THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: This match has been predominantly Jake Raab and Brianna Rissi with Astrid Samson making a few guest appearances briefly.

Crumb: The Queen Bees are singling out Raab, wearing him down so that he can’t recover. Which could be both good and bad.

Rose: They’re playing it smart… like lionesses on the hunt.

Brianna watches as Jake gets to the ropes and pulls himself up. Brianna looks to clip him from behind again but Jake turns and catches Brianna coming in with a shot from his bad knee to the face. Brianna goes down hard and Jake falls into a cover.

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THR...BRIANNA KICKS OUT AND ROLLS JAKE OVER INTO A CRUCIFIX PIN!

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THR...KICK OUT!

Brianna gets to her feet and stomps on Jake’s leg before making the tag to Astrid. Brianna steps out and Astrid rushes in for an elbow drop to the bad leg. Jake sits up and starts punching Astrid repeatedly, hammering away on the Iconic Queen as the crowd cheers him on.

Astrid goes to his eyes and then makes the tag. Brianna rushes in and stomps on the bad leg again. She grabs Jake’s legs and goes for a figure four. Jessie rushes in and looks for a big boot to keep her from locking it in. Brianna ducks and Jessie goes running right on by. Brianna rolls out to the floor and makes her way to her corner, throwing herself into a flying forearm smash attempt on the criss crossing Jessie. The Hawkeye Warrior catches Brianna and spins into a wicked spinebuster. Astrid rushes in and stomps on Jake's leg before engaging Jessie.

Nelson: Roberts has seen enough and comes in to help her partner!

Rose: Illegally I might add!

Crumb: Jessie could no longer stand by and watch!

Rose: And what has the Queen Bees done that was wrong? What have they done that was illegal? I’ll wait!

Astrid and Jessie begin exchanging punches: Astrid, Jessie, Astrid, Jessie, Astrid, Jessie, Jessie, Jessie! Astrid staggers and Jessie catches her with Lose Some Teeth (superkick)! The referee starts to count out the Hawkeye Warrior for being in the ring illegally.

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Four…Jessie makes it to her corner and steps out, arm extended for the tag.

Jake starts to crawl for the corner but Brianna grabs him by the ankle. Jake kicks back with his good leg and catches Brianna in the mouth knocking her loose. Brianna grabs onto the ankle again and pounds away on the bad leg of Jake. Astrid staggers up and makes a move to go for a double team. Jessie starts to come in but the referee catches him to stop him from coming in illegally again.

With the referee’s back turned, Astrid moves in and stomps on Jake’s extended bad leg. Brianna releases Jake while Astrid drops an elbow to Jessie’s head. The Queen Bees drag Jake back to their corner, Astrid stepping out while Brianna goes for a figure four again. Jake grabs her by the head and gets her into an inside cradle. The referee finally backs away from Jessie, sees the cover, and goes to count.

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Nelson: Queen Bees surely are living up to their names, having controlled the last bit of the match while still keeping their focus on Jake Raab.

Crumb: But you can’t neglect to mention that Jake is trying his best to keep Astrid and Brianna at bay.

Rose: Are neither of you going to bring up the fact that Jessie Roberts keep sticking her nose in and getting into the match illegally? SHE IS CHEATING!

Brianna makes the tag to Astrid and Jake tries to get away. Astrid stomps on Jake’s bad leg and then turns to taunt Jessie. Roberts starts to come in but once again the referee goes to stop her. Brianna comes back in and the Queen Bees set to a double team of Astrid choking Jake down with both hands while Brianna grabs Jessie’s legs and stops on her stomach. Astrid rolls out as the referee turns around and demands to know if a tag was made. Brianna screams “yes” as Astrid jumps in and headbutts Jake’s leg. Jake rolls over in agony, Brianna steps out to the apron, and Astrid covers, hooking the good leg.

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THR...Jake GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Nelson: This time it is Samson who goes for the pin attempt for her team on Raab. We have not seen a pin attempt on either Queen Bee in quite a while.

Crumb: Jessie needs to get into this match if her teams wants to keep their hopes of winning this thing alive.

Rose: She’s already entered the match illegally twice. She better watch herself before she wrecks herself.

Astrid gets Jake up to his feet and executes a shinbreaker on Jake’s bad leg. Jake staggers and Astrid makes the tag to Brianna. Astrid grabs the left leg, Brianna grabs the right, and they make a wish!

As Jake flails on the mat in agony, Astrid turns to taunt Jessie again, the crowd booing vociferously. Jessie comes in and rushes over, looking for a clothesline. Astrid drops out of the way and Jessie connects on the referee, knocking the poor man out cold!

Nelson: We need a new referee out here stat! Jessie Roberts has inadvertently knocked out the referee.

Crumb: Didn’t something similar happen a couple weeks ago… Astrid ducking out of the way and someone else getting the blow?

Rose: Yes… but it wasn’t the damn referee!

As Astrid tries to ward off the still charging Jessie, Brianna grabs Jake and slaps on a Boston crab. Jessie catches Astrid and takes her over the top rope to the floor. Jake flails, thrashing in agony as Brianna sits back as deep as she can on the hold. Jake starts to execute a push-up and Brianna releases the hold, stomping on the bad leg as she goes.

Brianna dives out to the floor and grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s table. Brianna dives back in and drills Jake in the bad leg with the chair. Jake cries out in pain and Brianna nails him again, this time in the head. Brianna folds the chair up and then places it on the bad leg of Jake.

Nelson: Oh my goodness, Brianna Rissi is looking to cripple Jake Raab!

Crumb: And there’s no referee to stop her, especially while Jessie is fighting with Astrid on the outside!

Nelson: This is heinous!

Rose: This is genius!

Brianna goes up onto the corner and sets to jump off when suddenly The Headhunters, Eric and Dexter Calloway, jump out of the crowd and dive into the ring!

Crumb: Oh what are these two doing here?

Nelson: They are associates of Brooklyn Holloway and both Brianna Rissi and Astrid Samson have been VERY outspoken against Mrs. Holloway in the past few weeks. To be honest, I’m not surprised.

Rose: These two just need to go back to the damn trailer park!

Eric catches Brianna jumping and hits a wheelbarrow suplex while Dexter adds a sitout rear mat slam to drive her head into the mat.

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS THE HEADHUNTERS HIT SOUTHERN COMFORT ON BRIANNA RISSI?!?!

As Brianna hits the mat hard, security comes rushing into the ringside area to drag Eric and Dexter out. As the security personnel comes in, Jessie is accidently caught by them and knocked out of the way.

Nelson: Security is supposed to be getting rid of The Headhunters… not take out the Icons of the match!

Crumb: Jessie does not look too good right now. I think she might have hit her head.

Rose: Good riddance!

During the confusion Astrid dives into the ring and stomps on the chair on Jake’s leg. Jake cries out in pain! Astrid takes the chair off of Jake’s leg, sets it on the mat, drags the Raab cousin up, and hits #LILBIT (slingshot DDT) onto the chair! Astrid steps back, kicking the chair from the ring, and admiring her handiwork. Jessie dives into the ring and comes running over for a clothesline that takes them both over the top on the opposite side of the ring! A second referee runs down just as Brianna groggily crawls over and throws an arm over the fallen and unconscious Jake.

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THREE!!

Nelson: A very tainted victory for The Queen Bees but all four Icons did give it their all out there tonight!

Crumb: How can you be so calm? This was pure and utter carnage.

Rose: Oh hush, Crumbbum.

Torres: Here are your Helloween tag team match winners… Astrid Samson and Brianna Rissi… the Queen Bees!!!

Brianna rolls off of Jake while Jessie stands up on the floor, shocked at what she’s just heard. Trainers and EMTs rush out to tend to Jake, the fallen original referee, Astrid and Brianna as the crowd sits on watching, some booing, some dead silent in shock.

Crumb: How is this right?!

Rose: How is it not and how is it right that the Headhunters stuck their trailer park noses in this match?

Nelson: I know that everyone is going to have something to say about this.

As the show returns from intermission, Brady Vega exits the Medical Room with a smug grin on his face. He continues down the hallway and walks just past Brooklyn Holloway. He smiles and waves in passing and Holloway looks like she could cut his throat.

Vega rounds a corner and bumps into Butterscotch Monroe.

BM: Excuse me, Brady Vega, I was wondering if we could get a word with you.

Brady Vega: I’m kind of in a hurry, but for you, I’ll sacrifice a few minutes.

Butterscotch grins.

BM: Tonight you’re scheduled to defend the IPW Heavyweight Championship in a No Lives Matter match. What are your—

Brady Vega is distracted by someone or something off camera.

Brady Vega: Can we finish this later?

Vega steps away and disappears into a sea of ring crew workers. BM stands there disappointed and gestures to cut the feed.

~~

The Television Championship belt is suspended high above the ring. The fans are on their feet as they await the start.

Torres: The following IPW HELLOWEEN match is a TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS match for the IPW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!

The crowd roars with excitement.

The camera pans over the audience before zooming in on Jason Dave. He rises out of his seat from the audience and leaps over the barricade, heading straight for the announcer’s table. He takes a spare seat and puts on one of their spare headsets they have.

Nelson: Ladies and gentlemen, we have been joined by a returning Jason Dave here tonight at the commentator’s table!

Rose: Not again.

Nelson: Dave, how are you doing this evening?

Jason: I am doing quite well, Nelson. C’mon now Rose, no need to be hostile.

Rose: Don’t you know who I am?

Crumb: The female Joshua Samson…

Rose: Shaddup!

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Calabasas, California…..he weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds….standing at a height of six feet even….he is the challenger….”Diamond”….LASSSSSSHHHHHHH DONOHUUUUUUUEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

With the arena plunging into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage, there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro as the chorus of "Shine" kicks in. A mixed reaction arises from the fans in attendance when Lash Donohue strides out confidently, his arms stretched out and his head bowed. Lash throws his head back before grinning and sauntering down the entrance way.

The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash has something of a temper tantrum. He punches at the air in rapid succession, kicks at the barricade and yells "COME ON!!" before pounding his chest and making his way to ringside.

Lash gives a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off when he strikes his trademark pose before 'skinning the cat'. Lash Donohue sheds his coat, ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting his opponent.

Nelson: Now, Dave, you have been in a social media beef with Lash---

Jason: Nelson, I don’t mean to interrupt, but I wouldn’t refer to the instances you’re referring to as beef.

Crumb: What would you call it?

Jason: I’ve simply been offering him words of encouragement and we’ve been hashing things out like civil adults. We both showed desire for this match and unfortunately, when the matches were being made I was not under contract. Now I am and now I am getting a front row seat.

Herbert Torres stepped into the center of the ring, microphone in hand.

Nelson: There is a big fight feel in the air tonight!

Rose: Well it is Helloween, Patticake..

Torres: Coming to the ring next... residing in Brooklyn, New...

The lights in the arena suddenly go off, cutting Torres off mid sentence with an audible clunking sound. The fans popped in anticipation. The darkness is broken by the sound of actor Joaquin Phoenix’ voice.

“And Murray, one small thing... when you bring me out, can you introduce me as Joker?”

Nightmare!
(Now your nightmares come to life)

The theme of the Television Champion bring life back into the stadium and the lights come back up. And when they do the entrance ramp and stage are filled with Jokers. All the men wore the same red suit, green shirt and golden vest, upon there faces the same joker mask. White faced, red noses with blue triangles above and below each eye and green puffs of hair coming off the sides.

Nelson: What a sight this is tonight! For weeks Black has quoted and referenced the Joker and tonight he has become him!

Rose: Looks more like a cheap Halloween costume if you ask me.

Crumb: Oliver sure knows how to make an entrance. I think the only real question is which one IS he?!

The camera scanned through the men who all stood as still as statues. Until it stopped at the man standing in the center of the stage. The mans hand slowly reached up and removed the mask that covered his face. Underneath the painted face Oliver Black grinned his Cheshire grin taking in the reaction from the crowd. His face mimicking the mask except the blue smeared a bit under his eye. His normally clean pulled back hair looked greasy and green.

Nelson: The Television Champion seems to have taken the Halloween theme quite literally and come in costume here tonight!

Jason: I loved Phoenix’s adaptation of the Joker. It was very enlightening and an excellent portrayal, but Arthur Fleck and Oliver Black are two very different people. Oliver wishes to begin a revolution, but Arthur never did. He just wanted to be noticed.

Rose: Yeah...Oliver just wants to be noticed too.

Oliver unbuttoned his suit jacket to reveal the Television Championship around his waist before he began walking towards the ring. The ramp way still lined with jokers.

Torres: Residing in Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at one hundred and eight pounds….standing at a height of five feet ten inches...he is a former Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion….he is the reigning, defended, and undisputed Iconic Professional Wrestling Television Champion... The Night...

Torres glanced to the side as Oliver climbed the ring steps before shrugging.

Torres: He is THE JOOOOOOOKKKKERRRR….OLIVEEEERRRRR BLACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!!!!

Crumb: (chuckles) It looks like Herbert is going to play along!

Rose: This... this is a big damn joke.

Nelson: You know this Icon is more than ready to steal the show tonight!

Crumb: And these fans are ready for him to steal the show!

Rose: But he's gonna be in for a world of hurt and I don't think we should ignore that! This will NOT be an easy match for him.

The fans roar with excitement as both Icons begin to focus their attention on the title that is hanging high above the ring. The referee then calls for the bell as the match is officially underway.

DING DING DING!!!

Oliver and Lash both glare at each other for a few moments, the two Icons trying to see if they can gauge what the other will do to start the match. Within seconds, the two meet in the middle of the ring. Oliver fires off a huge right hand that Lash manages to duck underneath. Oliver turns around to face him and tries once again---Lash managing to duck underneath this one as well. Lash waits for Oliver to turn around and then leaps into the air, kicking the champ in the jaw with a spinning heel kick! Oliver hits the mat hard before rolling over toward the ropes and pulling himself back up to his feet. Lash rushes over before Oliver can reach his feet and nails him with a running dropkick that sends Oliver crashing through the ropes and out to the floor!

Nelson: These two are off to an incredibly fast start!

Jason: Lash is young and hungry. His hunger blinds him and I’ve tried to make him aware of that. Oliver is a well equipped sparrer in the ring, it will not be easy for either of these men.

The Diamond waits for Oliver to drag himself back up to his feet before stepping out onto the apron. He positions himself near Oliver and waits for The Nightmare to reach his feet. As soon as he does, Lash leaps onto the ropes and springboards out to the floor in an effort to hit Oliver with an Asai moonsault! Oliver steps forward and catches Lash in the air. He turns around and immediately heads in the direction of the announce table, delivering a vicious powerslam onto the table! Lash lies on it in pain as the Stooges and Jason have scurried out of the way!

Nelson: We are very lucky to still have an announce table after that one!

Crumb: This match just started and Oliver's showing off the one thing that he's got going in his favor!

Rose: Which is?

Nelson: The fact that he knows how to do a lot of damage in a very short period of time! Donohue might have a better chance of actually making it UP the ladder, but Black is going to try and hurt Donohue as much as he can to keep him from doing it!

For a brief moment, Jason and Oliver lock eyes with one another. A coy smile develops on Jason’s face, followed by a wave and an extended arm out to Oliver. Oliver stares at the open palm before turning his attention back to Lash.

Crumb: How cold of Oliver.

Jason: It’s that competitor’s spirit in him.

The fans cheer loudly as Lash Donohue rolls down to the floor in an effort to keep Oliver from doing any more damage with the help of the announce table. Oliver watches him for a moment before shaking his head. He steps toward Lash and hits him in the mouth with a right hand that sends him staggering. He then turns around and grabs a steel chair! Oliver immediately folds up the chair and uses it to BLAST Lash in the back, sending Lash back down to the floor. Lash tries to crawl back up to his feet, only to have Oliver smash the chair over his back a second time.

Oliver casually tosses the chair aside for a moment and tries to find himself a new toy to use. He reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a table. Oliver begins to set it up before noticing that Lash is already almost back up to his feet. Much to the delight of at least some of the fans in attendance, Oliver turns around and grabs the steel chair once again. He holds it up and waits until Lash is standing before charging to blast him in the face with a chair shot! Unfortunately for Oliver, Lash leaps into the air and nails him with a dropkick---kicking the chair into Oliver's face in the process! Oliver crashes hard to the floor as Lash pulls himself back up to his feet.

Crumb: You can do a lot of damage with a chair, but if you leave yourself open for even one second...

Rose: You can be in for a world of hurt! Unfortunately for Oliver, he just learned that the hard way!

Instead of trying to continue the attack on Oliver, Lash immediately focuses his attention on one of the ladders that's surrounding the ring. Lash turns and glances at Oliver one more time before sliding into the ring as well. He grabs the ladder and begins to set it up as the fans cheer. Unfortunately for Lash, once he has the ladder standing, Oliver begins to stir. Lash grabs the ladder and folds it back up. He positions it so that he can use it as a weapon, charging at Oliver and trying to hit him through the ropes with the ladder. Oliver grabs the ladder and yanks it out of Lash's hands. The fans cheer at the show of strength, but they cheer even more when Lash grabs the ropes and slingshots himself through the two ropes---kicking the ladder into Oliver's face and knocking him down to the floor! Oliver rests against the guardrail and tries to pull himself back up to his feet, Lash grabbing the ladder, and crushing Oliver against the guardrail with it!

Nelson: Lash Donohue with some innovative offense there, showing that if you give him an option to be fun and creative, he will do it!

Rose: And more important than that...he did some damage to Oliver in the process!

Jason: His eagerness and intensity are apparent, but both are going to cost him this match if they’re left unchecked.

Lash leaves the ladder on Oliver and hurries around the ring, grabbing hold of a second ladder and sliding it into the ring. He then notices that once again, Oliver is beginning to stir. Lash grabs a steel chair and tosses that into the ring as well before stepping in, knowing that Oliver is going to follow in close pursuit! Sure enough, Oliver slides into the ring a moment later. Lash grabs the chair and charges at Oliver, hitting him with a vicious chair shot that sends Oliver staggering around. Lash waits until Oliver is standing upright and then tosses the chair to him in hopes of setting something up. Oliver catches the chair and Lash seems ready to strike---only to have Oliver respond by throwing the chair right back at Lash! The chair hits Lash and knocks him down to a knee---Oliver charging at Lash and delivering a We are the witches (shining wizard) to send him down to the mat!

Lash slowly tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Oliver turns and grabs the ladder, setting it up against the nearest turnbuckle. Oliver grabs Lash, dragging him back up to his feet. He immediately sends Lash flying across the ring and into the ladder! Lash and the ladder just barely remain upright in the corner. Oliver smirks slightly as he charges at Lash in the corner, full-speed, and crushes him against the ladder! Both Lash and the ladder fall to the mat, Oliver Black shaking his head as a good portion of the fans cheer.

Nelson: That may not have looked as flashy as some of the things that we see in matches like this...

Rose: But it was definitely brutal!

Crumb: That one hurt...

The fans continue to cheer for the match as Oliver Black looks at the title belt hanging high above the ring. He seems as though he's going to consider grabbing it for a moment before instead focusing his attention on the table that he'd previously grabbed outside of the ring. Oliver slides that table into the ring and then looks at the ladder that Lash had used as a weapon a bit earlier. Oliver sets the ladder up between the ring apron and the guardrail. Lash Donohue has finally started to stir again as Oliver steps back into the ring.

Lash slowly tries to stand the ladder up so that he can maybe consider a climb to the top. Oliver takes a moment to set the table up before pulling Lash away from the ladder. He hits Lash in the mouth with a hard right hand and then a second. The impact of each of the punches sends Lash staggering. Oliver then shoots Lash across the ring and waits for him to return on the rebound. He lines Lash up with the table and tries to lift him into the air, setting him up for some sort of slam! Lash reverses the attempt and instead hits Oliver with a headscissors that sends Oliver head first into the corner of the table!

Oliver comes up holding his head, the impact having drawn a bit of blood. Oliver tries to pull himself back up to his feet. Lash hurries over and hits Oliver with a few strikes to the new wound on the champ's head. Oliver continues to try and reach his feet. Lash notices the steel chair in the ring, grabs it, and blasts Oliver in the head with it.

Crumb: It's amazing how one little thing can seemingly change the course of the match!

Nelson: Lash Donohue may not have meant to send Oliver Black into the corner of the table like that, but it is pretty clear that he smells blood at the moment.

Jason: Lash has had a lot to prove. He’s done a lot talking and he’s trying to back up his words here tonight.

Oliver drops to the mat as Lash seems like he's in thought for a moment. He suddenly sits the chair upright as though he's about to sit on it. He positions himself near Oliver and waits---Oliver using the chair to help pull himself back up to his feet a bit quicker. Suddenly, Lash rushes at Oliver and leaps into the air, bouncing Oliver's head off of the steel with a curb stomp! The chair falls apart as Oliver lies on the mat in pain, the fans roaring in approval at the show of brutality!

Nelson: I do not think our fans expected to see something like that from Lash Donohue!

Rose: Maybe not, but they definitely loved it!

The fans continue to cheer as the Diamond smirks. Oliver is seemingly more or less out cold. Lash grabs the ladder and begins to position it so that it's completely under the TV Championship. He then looks around the Iconic Arena and smiles, the fans once again cheering. Lash begins his climb to the top---steadying his footing for a moment. He is about to reach the top and gets ready to grab the championship when suddenly Oliver begins to use as much strength as he can to try and push the ladder over. Lash quickly tries to reach up for the championship belt but is unable to---the ladder and Lash both crashing hard to the mat!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Oliver takes a moment to recover and finishes pulling himself back up to his feet. Lash slowly begins to do the same. Oliver grabs and pulls Lash in---lifting him into the air and slamming him through the previously set up table with a spinebuster! The fans cheer loudly! Wiping a bit of the blood away from his face, Oliver hesitates for a moment before grabbing the ladder and setting it up.

Nelson: Oliver Black currently looks a bit woozy, which makes sense considering he is taken a few blows to the head.

Rose: Getting Lash through that table was a big deal, Patticake!

Crumb: If Oliver's battling any sort of concussion right now, you'd have to think that he'll want to take his time climbing the ladder. I'm not sure he has the time to do that!

Rose: Well, if he hurries, he might!

Shaking his head once again, Oliver slowly begins to climb up the ladder, making sure that he's steady the entire way up. The fans cheer as Oliver gets closer and closer to the top.

Jason: Perhaps this is it?

Nelson: I sure hope not! This has been an exciting match!

Lash begins to stir and notices. Using whatever adrenaline he can muster, Lash Donohue quickly hurries over to where Oliver's at and grabs his foot, weakly trying to pull Oliver down. Oliver kicks away in hopes of getting him to let go, but Lash times a pull of Oliver's leg just right to send him down to the mat! Oliver lands on his feet and Lash immediately connects with a dropkick! Oliver gets knocked over to the ropes and Lash tries to strike once again---running at Oliver and hitting him with a knee shot that knocks him out onto the apron!

Oliver Black just barely manages to hang on, Lash Donohue noticing an opportunity to strike once again. He shows a surprising amount of quickness considering the beating that he's taken and sprints across the ring. He bounces off of the ropes and tries to knock Oliver out onto the floor. Oliver---perhaps from instinct alone---reaches into the ring and nails Lash with an elbow shot to the mouth! Lash gets knocked down to the mat before Oliver pulls him out onto the apron.

Crumb: You get the feeling that this isn't going to end well?

Rose: I'm sure the fans will enjoy it!

Jason: Lash, he’s still so young. Win or lose, I think we can honor the amount of work he’s put in tonight.

Nelson: Agreed.

The fans continue to roar in approval as Oliver pulls Lash in and tries to set him up for a powerbomb! He lifts Lash into the air, but the rookie is able to use his agility and athleticism to land on the apron behind Oliver. He balances and without a moment's hesitation turns around and delivers a side kick to Oliver's ribs! He continues to put his athleticism and balance on display by leaping into the air and hitting Oliver with a double knee shot! Oliver drops down to his knees. Lash grabs him and tries to get Oliver into position---only to have Oliver drive his knee hard into Lash's ribs. He does it a second time. Ignoring his own dizziness, Oliver lifts Lash into the air. Oliver leaps off of the apron and slams Lash into the ladder he'd set up a bit earlier! The Iconic Arena erupts as Lash lies in the wreckage of the ladder!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nelson: I do not know how Donohue is going to move after that one?!

Jason: He’s not.

Rose: That was...ouch...

Oliver groggily drags himself back up to his feet as Lash is motionless on the floor. Oliver begins to climb the ladder that he had previously set up. He reaches the top and grabs the TV Championship, the Iconic Arena erupting!

Torres: The winner of this Helloween Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match...AND STILL the IPW Television Champion...Oliver Black!!!

Oliver climbs down the ladder with the championship belt in hand. He looks at it for a moment and then smiles before shaking his head and more or less dropping to a knee. EMTs rush out from the back to check on both the champion and the challenger. Oliver Black continues to stare at the championship belt as the fans cheer on the effort that both Icon gave.

Jason: Well, this has been quite the pleasure. Thank you guys for allowing me to be part of the team tonight.

Jason removes the headset and rises from his seat. Jason mimics the applause from the audience as he enters the ring. He looks down at the remains of Lash Donohue and pats him on the back. Jason steps to the side and lets the EMTs get back to their work.

Nelson: Is Jason Dave about to attack Oliver Black after he just went through a brutal championship defense?!

Crumb: C’mon, Jason, they just had a hellacious match! Don’t do this!

Rose: DO IT! DO IT!

Jason looks over at Oliver and walks towards him. The fans erupt within the arena. Jason gives Oliver the same thing he gave Lash: a pat on the back. He smiles brightly at Oliver before exiting the ring and returning to his seat in the crowd.

Crumb: Well, that was anticlimactic.

Rose: Even I am shocked.

Coming January 2020

~~

Torres: The following match is a No Lives Matter match for the IPW Championship! The first fall will be conducted under First Blood rules. The second fall will be conducted as a Submission match and the third fall, if necessary, will be conducted inside the confines of the Crimson Chamber and will be set for pinfall or submission, there must be a definitive winner!

The lights in the arena go out and the arena is completely dark.

Well you can tell everybody
Yeah you can tell everybody
Go ahead and tell everybody
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man
Yes I am, yes I am, yes I am
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man

"The Man" by Aloe Blacc begins to play over the PA and the crowd instantly begins to boo. As the words "I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man" play, a spot light shines on the entrance way revealing the Marvelous One. His back is to the crowd, and his arms are spread out wide revealing the rhinestones words "Simply Marvelous" on the back of the robe.

The Marvelous One spins around with a huge and cocky smile on his face. The light bounces off of his sequined and rhinestoned white ring robe, with purple and blue designs on it. The darkness is replaced with a soft purple glow, but the spotlight stays on The Mecca of Manhood. The Marvelous One struts to the ring, walking slowly, taking his time and allowing everyone to view him. He climbs the ring stairs and instructs the referee to hold the ropes open for him.

The ref holds the ropes open and the Marvelous One steps through and wins around in a 360 to the middle of the ring. He unties his robe, and removes it slowly, handing it to the referee. The Marvelous One hits a front double bicep in the center of the spotlight as the music fades out.

I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all
I'm the man
Go ahead and tell everybody what I'm saying y'all

Torres: Coming to the ring first the challenger... hailing from Miami, Florida… weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds… standing at six feet four inches tall… representing The New Regime… “Marvelous”... MIKKKKKEEEEEE MASOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

Nelson: People have been waiting for this match for weeks now and the time has finally come. After weeks of verbal sparring, Mike Mason and Brady Vega are going to do battle to see who really is the best that Iconic Professional Wrestling has to offer!

Crumb: And there seems to be a completely different swagger in Mike’s step. He’s actually gone and actually developed an entrance. That is a very snazzy looking robe he’s got there.

Rose: It is clear that Mike Mason is overcompensating for something and I think that we all know what that’s for. And that robe looks like Michael’s craft stores threw up on something off the clearance rack at Goodwill.

"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.

Torres: Coming to the ring hailing from Hollywood, California… weighing in at one hundred seventy-eight pounds… standing at five feet nine inches tall… he is the reigning, defending, undisputed Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Champion… the Gate Keeper…..BRADDDDDYYYYYYY VEGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

Nelson: I will not lie, I did not think that this match was going to happen when the news came out that Brady Vega was rushed to the hospital days ago.

Crumb: Given the reasons why he was, I was a bit surprised that Brooklyn didn’t strip him of the title and fire him on the spot. She did though say that every talent would be drug tested upon arrival to the arena today.

Rose: I was even drug tested! It’s bullshit that I had to all because some little nitwit with no brain in his skull decided to take drugs because he doesn’t think he needs to be held responsible for his own actions. If he manages to win this match, I’m filing an official complaint!

Nelson: How about you tell us how you really feel, Rose Marie?

The theme song to the movie “Halloween” begins to play throughout the Iconic Arena. Once the ominous long notes begin to hit, classic horror movie villains start to come out one by one. Michael Myers is out first, holding his signature (and obviously fake) carving knife and then followed by Freddy Krueger and his knife-life clawed gloves. After Freddy comes Jason Vorhees wielding the well known bloody machete with Pennywise and Pinhead following closely behind. The music continues to play as they all spread out along the stage.

Nelson: What in the… I really want to know what is going on here?!

Crumb: It looks to me as though they’re coming out here to ensure that neither Icon makes a break for it to the backstage area.

Rose: And since it fits with the theme of the show… I kind of like it.

All of the sudden, the heavy guitar opening of “The Divine Infection” by Motionless in White replaces the classic horror theme. Jason Vorhees steps forward as it transitions into lyrics and slowly removes the mask to reveal none other than returning Lady Icon Stasi Herveaux!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS STASI HERVEAUX HAS MADE HER LONG AWAITED RETURN TO ICONIC PRO WRESTLING?

Rose: Really, Crumbbum? Isn’t it a little early in the match for that overused catchphrase of yours?

Nelson: We did not know when we would be seeing Herveaux again after her accident. It does not appear that either Icon is too happy to see her right now.

Mike Mason and Brady Vega look on in shock and awe as Stasi’s crimson lips part into a smile and she twirls the machete around in her hand as she is being met by a sea of boos. Stasi slowly yet powerfully walks down the ramp 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.

Nelson: Now this is a surprise. Stasi Herveaux is making her long awaited return to Iconic Professional Wrestling after getting hit by a car while on vacation in Greece. She has been pretty vocal about making her return and about her disdain towards both participants in this match.

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 heads off towards the commentator’s table and puts her machete upon the table top as she puts on a headset and takes a seat in a plush leather computer desk chair.

Nelson: Welcome to the commentator’s table, Herveaux.

Stasi: Thank you, thank you… I am back and it’s time to get the chaos started and stir the shit pot.

Crumb: To be honest, I’m a little bit surprised to see you out here now. I kind of expected you to disrupt Astrid’s match earlier in the show.

Rose: You had to go and copy Oliver Black who did a Joker entrance in the previous match.

Stasi: He tried and a little too hard at that. Oliver always tries to come off intimidating but winds up being a whiny little bitch. Besides, this has been in the works for weeks, evident by the actors I had to hire, and he’s just jumping on the Joker bandwagon as a mindless little drone like everyone else in the world. Besides, he has copied me before on NUMEROUS occasions… like with the nicknames I’ve given certain people in this company.

The referee holds up the IPW Heavyweight Championship belt before handing the belt off to the timekeeper. The timekeeper accepts the belt and then steps back to his position. The referee checks with Mason and then checks with Brady. Both Icons nod their readiness.

DING DING DING!!!

The two Icons walk out to the middle of the ring. Mason and Brady glare at each other, neither making the first move, neither looking away. The referee looks from Mason to Brady, looking into both competitors’ eyes and taking a step back, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire when things inevitably explode. As they continue to glare at each other, Mason slowly starts to nod and Brady suddenly spits a green mist into Mason’s eyes!

Nelson: Did Vega have that in his mouth the entire time!?

Stasi: His cheeks did look a little puffy like a ring rat with a mouth full of...

Crumb: I guess he did. Not once did I see him reach for a water bottle or anything like that.

Rose: Doesn’t surprise me that he’d resort to something as low and spewing stuff from his mouth.

Stasi: That mouth is probably riddled all sorts of germs and diseases anyway. I hope Mike had his tetanus shot.

Mason staggers back, clutching at his eyes. Brady clocks him in the face with a forearm shot. Mason staggers back to the ropes. Brady hits him with a spinning heel kick to the face. Mason tumbles over the top to the floor. Mason slowly staggers to his feet and Brady hits him with a baseball slide. Mason falls back against the railing and then bounces and falls to the thinly matted floor. Brady runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes, and then comes back across the ring. He jumps over the top rope into tope con hilo that lands into a swanton bomb on Mason on the floor.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Nelson: I am quite surprised to hear that you seem to be on Mason’s side, Herveaux. I thought that you hated him?

Stasi: I never said that I did or did not like him… but I fully loathe Brady Vega just like everyone else on the planet Earth.

Crumb: While that may be true, you can’t knock the guy for getting people to talk about it. Though I do have to disagree with his tactics and the way he goes about things.

Rose: He goes about it the wrong way and acts like he’s God. I’m hoping and praying that little twerp gets his bell rung and is brought back down to reality.

Stasi: I highly doubt he’s going to be making it out of this match alive let alone able to walk. I doubt we’ll see much of that little bitch after tonight. Though I could say the same about Tiny Prick Mason.

Brady stands and holds his hands out to play to the crowd for a second. He spins and drops a leg down onto the challenger. Mason clutches up at his face for a moment as Brady starts scanning the area for something to nail Mason with. Brady crawls over to the ring, flips up the ring skirt, and ducks under to see what kind of cornucopia of carnage is available to him under the ring. Mason slowly starts to sit up and glances back to see Brady’s feet sticking out from under the ring skirt. Mason grabs Brady’s ankles and yanking hard pulls Brady out from under the ring. Brady comes out from under the ring with a fire extinguisher which he quickly discharges directly into Mason’s face!

Stasi: Brady is such a… does he even know what the stipulation of this match is… at least this part of the match? It’s a first blood… not keep spraying shit in your opponent’s face.

Nelson: I will have to agree with you on that but we also have to wonder if this is all a part of his plan. You have to admit that he can be resourceful even though his actions can be questionable most of the time.

Crumb: To me, it kind of looks like he’s desperate or intimidated by Mike.

Rose: Oh my god, Crumbbum… are you finally starting to see things my way.

Stasi: I do like you’re thinking there.

Mason staggers back again, clutching at his burning eyes. Brady springs up into a knee strike that knocks Mason back into the railing. The Marvelous One clutches at the back of his head as Brady goes back to the ring skirt. Quickly the Gate Keeper finds a turnbuckle wrench and pulls it out to the approval of the crowd. Brady stands up and looks to blasts his target but Mason gets his feet up, catching Brady near the ankle and tripping him with a drop toehold. Brady comes down face first into the guardrail, bouncing off hard, the wrench skittering over closer to Mason.

Brady rolls over, clutching at his face before getting up to all fours. Mason grabs the wrench and looks around, trying to blink his vision clear again. Brady sits up on his knees and Mason springs into action, blasting him in the back with the wrench! Brady falls over onto all fours again, grimacing in agony.

Stasi: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Suck it Vega!

Nelson: Things are not looking too good for him right now. That gloating he did after retrieving the wrench cost him.

Crumb: Can Mason see though? It looked like he was functioning out of pure instinct.

Rose: If he can see, it’s not clearly. I’m surprised that he didn’t trip over his own two feet when he hit Brady with that wrench.

Stasi: I’d like to hit them both with a wrench. Though I prefer a weapon that can do more damage that that Home Depot special.

Mason goes to blasts him in the head but Brady rolls and clips Mason at the knees. Going down hard, Mason drops the wrench as he clutches at his knee. Brady grabs the wrench. Mason kicks Brady’s ankle and pops up into a kick to the side of Brady’s head. Brady goes down to his knees. Mason delivers a big boot that knocks him over onto his back. Mason grabs Brady’s ankles and launches him up into a catapult that smashes Brady face first into the guardrail. Mason grabs the wrench off the floor and nails Brady in the stomach. The Heavyweight Champ doubles over and Mason grabs him by the back of his head. He spins and rams Brady into the ring post. Brady spins around the corner and lands down, blood trickling from his eyebrow. The referee sees it and calls for the bell.

Torres: The winner of the First Blood fall… Mike Mason!!!

Stasi: Well that’s a bit of a surprise.

Nelson: It is one to nothing with Mike Mason with the early advantage!

Rose: Brady got him in the face twice with something to blind him and now the wrench he found helped take him down a peg too.

Crumb: You sound almost happy with that development?

Rose: It’s Brady...of course I’m happy about it!

Stasi: I’m just happy watching things blow up in Brady’s face in epic fashion. I can’t wait to see how much more he fucks up.

The referee calls for the bell to start the second fall.

Torres: The second fall of this Helloween No Lives Matter match is a Submission match!

DING DING DING!!!

Nelson: Now it has come down to a test of durability.

Crumb: To win this fall you must force your opponent to tap out.

Rose: This honestly should be very easy for Mason given his size advantage.

Stasi: I like submission matches because of all the crying and begging for mercy that you hear. I find it hilarious when someone begs for mercy after saying how badly they were going to whoop you.

Nelson: Last year you and Astrid Samson faced Sah’ta Thor in a handicap match. I’m surprised you didn’t make him tap out.

Rose: That old man wouldn’t have stood a chance if they did. I don’t know how Brady Vega is going to force Mason to give up.

Crumb: There is another stage after this one though and from what I heard… it’s going to be brutal.

Stasi: Sounds like something after my own heart… brutality and chaos.

Mason rushes over and grabs Brady’s leg. Brady kicks him in the face with his free leg and goes for a rising spear. Mason easily redirects him and Brady smashes back first into the railing. As Brady staggers away, Mason rushes in and hits a sling blade that bounces Brady wickedly off the railing. Brady falls face first to the floor clutching at the back of his head.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Nelson: It seems to me that Mason is focusing his attacks on Vega on the outside of the ring, using everything around him to his advantage.

Crumb: I don’t think he can still see clearly, so of course he’s going to use what he’s comfortable with right now until he gets his sight back.

Stasi: I could help him out with my water bottle… but I’m quite enjoying watching them both struggle a bit.

Rose: Maybe I don’t hate you so much after all...

Mason grabs Brady’s head and looks to sink in a sleeper. Brady keeps his hands in the way to block the attempt. Mason simply sinks in a body scissors, effectively mounting Brady and taking his back. Mason begins pummeling away, boxing Brady’s ears to try and get him to move his hands out of the way. Brady reaches out with one hand towards the ring skirt, his hand disappearing under the ring. Mason leans down to try and sink in the sleeper. Brady finds something and grabs Mason’s hand, smashing the sharp end of a screw into it! Mason releases his grip and falls away clutching at his now bleeding hand.

Nelson: GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!!

Rose: Brady stabbed him in the hand with a screw!

Crumb: Does Brady have a death wish or...?

Stasi: I think he was intimidated by my entrance. Though my plastic machete would do more damage.

Brady grabs the apron, pulls himself up and throws himself into the ring under the bottom rope. Staggering to his feet, Mason tries to shake his hand out as he walks around the corner. Brady gets to his feet and staggers across the ring to the corner opposite where Mason is standing on the floor. Brady shakes his head and then tears across the ring, racing as fast as he can. He launches himself over the corner, soaring as high and hard as he can into a tope con hilo that smashes Mason hard into the timekeeper’s table! Mason’s head clashes with the hapless timekeeper’s head and knocks him off his chair into the railing, the crowd exploding again at the sight of the spectacular impact.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Nelson: That definitely had to knock Mason ten ways to next Sunday.

Crumb: He has to be a little bit loopy after that hit by Brady.

Stasi: Vega is desperate, haven’t we established that already?

Rose: Again… get with the submissions!

Brady staggers up and almost falls back over the table. Mason starts up and Brady grabs the timekeeper’s bell, blasting Mason in the head! Mason goes down like he’s been shot! Brady steps over, putting his foot against Mason’s windpipe, grabbing the rail with both hands to increase the leverage and pressure being exerted down on Mason. The challenger grabs the bell off the floor from where Brady dropped it. Mason nails Brady in the knee with the bell and Brady stumbles away into the corner behind the table. Mason throws the bell at his legs but Brady moves and the bell hits the steel, ringing out loudly.

Brady pops up onto the railing and jumps off into a legdrop. Mason stands up, catches him and turns it into a powerbomb onto the timekeeper’s table! Brady hits hard but doesn’t break the table. He bounces back and rolls over landing almost on his head as he goes. Mason shoves the table out of the way and jumps up into a knee drop to the back of Brady’s head. The crowd audibly gasps at the impact and then watches as Mason tries for the sleeper again. Brady grabs the timekeeper’s smartphone of the floor and blasts Mason in the face with it! Mason rolls over as the poor phone lands on the floor, cracked from the impact.

Crumb: Brady just hit Mike with a damn phone!

Rose: Sucks for the poor timekeeper...that looked expensive!

Nelson: These two are going to kill each other before this night is over the way they are going at it!

Rose: Some would say they were doing the world a favor if they did so.

Stasi: If I was the timekeeper, I would sue him for destruction of property. That was his private property.

Rose: You’re not the only one.

Brady staggers towards the ring, fresh blood trickling off his face as he goes. Mason staggers up, blood now coming down his face as well. Mason runs forward and sends Brady flipping with a massive clothesline! Mason slaps on a crossface. Brady cries out in pain before reaching under the ring again. Mason pulls back on the crossface, seemingly trying to wrench Brady’s head clean off his body. Brady’s hand comes out clutching the business end of a screwdriver.

Nelson: First a screw and now a screwdriver… looks to me as though Vega has found the toolbox.

Stasi: Well that certainly is an understatement. He was just reaching around grasping at straws like he always does. Brady Vega is just getting more and more desperate.

Crumb: Mike Mason has that crossface locked in pretty hard and if Brady Vega wants to walk out of here with his IPW Heavyweight Championship, he’s going to have to do everything that he can.

Rose: So in hindsight he’s got to be desperate enough to do what he has to to retain.

Brady nails Mason in the eye with the thick handle! Mason tries to look away, his grip suddenly loosening some. Brady nails him again with the handle causing Mason to release his grip. Brady scrambles around and switches his own grip on the screwdriver so that it’s Phillips head is sticking out like a knife. Brady jams the end into Mason’s flesh near his eye in an already opened wound! Mason lets out a bloodcurdling scream as Brady jams it in, blood flowing all over. Mason taps and Brady pulls it away as the referee calls for the bell.

Torres: The winner of the Submission fall in this Helloween No Lives Matter match… Brady Vega!!!

Nelson: My goodness!

Rose: A screwdriver! He fucking stabbed him with a screwdriver!

Stasi: To be frank, I would’ve used something a lot sharper. And did he use a flat head of Phillips head screwdriver?

Crumb: I don’t wanna know what else they can… oh dear God in Heaven… that Crimson Chamber is lowering down now…

Rose: They’ve gone to the streets, now they’re dragging each other to hell!

Stasi: Well shit… all they had to do was ask and I would’ve gladly shown them what Hell is really like. I’m that twisted to get joy out of causing people pain.

Rose: Uh… I think they call that sadism.

The crowd murmurs as the Crimson Chamber cage slowly lowers down into position around the ring, trapping the referee, Brady and Mason inside. The referee finds the screw and the screwdriver and quickly makes sure they are taken away from the ringside area. The Chamber is locked into place by the ring crew, the referee trying to make sure everything is properly set up as Brady and Mason wait for their third fall to commence. The ring crew make final preparations and then take their leave as the timekeeper’s table is re-set for him. The timekeeper re-takes his proper seat and then nods, indicating to the referee that everything is ready to go.

Crumb: That is one hell of an intimidating structure. I think I might have gotten goosebumps.

Nelson: Pure and utter carnage is going to happen in there and with both Icons having one fall a piece… we will see how far they can push their opponent as well as themselves.

Rose: Hopefully they’ll be able to keep up the momentum and it won’t die off because they’re “tired”. You know how much I hate boring matches.

Stasi: I think you have a different definition of boring match opposed to everyone else… or you just have a stick up your lady hole.

The referee nod and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!!

Mason and Brady begin throwing punches on each other almost immediately. Brady cracks Mason, Mason cracks back and the fist fight is on as they trade shots: Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason.

Nelson: These men are really going to battle here.

Crumb: If they are both able to walk after this I am going to be surprised.

Rose: I’ll be surprised if they don’t leave on gurneys.

Stasi: Oh that can be arranged if you really want to see it.

Brady goes for a knee to the stomach on Mason but the Marvelous One blocks and spins into a clothesline. The Gate Keeper rolls away and slips out under the ropes to the floor. Mike Mason jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, leaps off and connects with a flying clothesline. As Brady bounces face first off the thinly matted floor, Mason rolls away and the crowd erupts.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Mason almost falls against the Chamber wall as he gets up. He glares down at Brady before dragging the Heavyweight Champ up by the air. He takes Brady’s bloody face and rams it into the steel mesh of the wall! Mason rakes Brady’s face across the mesh back and forth, leaving a trail of blood as he goes. Looking almost stoned, Brady stands before Mason gives him a wicked standing enziguri kick that bounces him off the Chamber wall! Brady bounces back and falls against the ring edge. Mason gives him a kick to the face that sends Brady slumping to the floor. Mason pulls him up and shoves him into the ring before ducking down and flipping up the ring skirt.

Crumb: I shudder to think what he’s gonna find under there…

Rose: Considering the things Brady has found?

Nelson: A fire extinguisher, a turnbuckle wrench, a screw and screwdriver…

Rose: And that was just what was handy near the edge. Imagine if he’d gone deep in under there?

Stasi: I’m surprised he hasn’t come up with a kendo stick or something of that nature. I know there’s all sorts of toys under there.

Mason comes out with a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. The crowd cheers him on as he goes back under the ring and finds a second one. He tosses that into the ring too and then dives in himself. Brady sits up and grabs Mason as he comes in for an inside cradle.

One..

Two…KICKS OUT!

Nelson: Mason looked as though he was about to hit Vega with a double chair attack which is all within the parameters of the match stipulations.

Crumb: I think Brady knew what was about to come so he seized the brief opportunity that he saw and tried to pin Mike.

Rose: Again… do I need to mention the word desperation?

Stasi: I seriously don’t know how you still have a job with all of your cynicism. I would rather watch paint dry than listen to anything more you have to say… regardless of if you agree with me or not.

Mason tries to run past him but Brady rolls him into a Boston crab. Mason starts to writhe in pain as Brady tries to sit down deep on the crab. Mason grabs the first chair and twists himself enough to hit Brady with the chair in the back! Brady loses his grip and stumbles forward to the ropes. Mason tosses him the chair and connects with a big boot. Brady goes down, the chair flying away and bouncing off the turnbuckles back to the mat. Mason jumps on top for a cover.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Mason sits Brady up and hits a running knee to the back of the head. He drags Brady up and hooks the double underhook. Brady reverses out of the attempt of the DDT for a suplex that lands Mason on his back in a pinning predicament.

One…

Two…

THR...KICK OUT!

Nelson: Both Mason and Vega are pretty evenly matched at this point as they are both showing very visible signs of fatigue.

Crumb: If you were in their shoes I highly suspect you’d be tired too… if not more given you’re not as athletically inclined as Mike or Brady.

Rose: Even the most fit athletes would be tired.

Stasi: I mean… not all of us have the stamina of a fat kid who likes cake. Brady is probably hasn’t recovered from the overdose and Mason… well his lungs have to be compromised from the things he’s injected.

Both Icons stagger up. Brady hits a spinning heel kick to the mouth that sends Mason over the top rope out onto the apron. As Mason starts to get up, Brady grabs the other chair and throws it at Mason. It strikes him in the face and he starts to fall off. Brady watches as Mason falls to the floor before he goes to get the first chair that is still sitting near the corner where it fell from the earlier impact between Mason’s foot and Brady’s skull. Brady unfolds the chair, setting it just in front of the ropes. Mason starts to get up and Brady moves across the ring to the other side. As Mason starts to climb up, Brady rushes across the ring, jumps off the chair, and blasts Mason with a flying version of a forearm smash. Mason flies off the edge of the ring and bounces sharply off the steel wall, plummeting down to the floor and landing in a heap.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Nelson: Goodness gracious! The impact!

Rose: Which one? Brady hitting Mason? Mason hitting the wall? Or Mason hitting the floor?

Crumb: They were all pretty bad.

Stasi: I would say that he’s got to be concussed… but I doubt he’d even be able to feel what it’s like to be concussed.

Brady slips out to the floor and drags Mason up. He bounces Mason’s face off the steel mesh of the wall and then runs him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Brady climbs up onto the apron and grabs the chair, folding it back up. He eyeballs Mason lying on the mat and slingshots himself up into a springboard. The Champ manages to slip the chair underneath him as he comes down into an atomic Arabian facebuster, smashing the chair down onto Mason! Brady shoves the chair away and covers with a lateral press.

One…

Two..

THRE...KICK OUT!

Brady gets to his feet and pulls Mason up with him. Brady hooks him and snaps off Northern Lights suplex. Mason hits hard and Brady covers, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

THRE….KICK OUT!

Brady falls back onto his back, looking shocked. Brady sits up and goes for the cover again.

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: They say that the third time is the charm… but in Vega’s case… that did not happen. I am a bit surprised given that huge move onto Mason.

Crumb: Mason’s size advantage came into play there I think. Brady Vega is going to have to do more to keep the big man down.

Rose: Oh please… everyone knows that Mike Mason is nothing but a juice head even though he claims it’s all from hard work.

Stasi: I’m just thankful he’s gotten rid of his Twitter account because I damn near threw up when he showed the world his ass… or should I say lack thereof.

Brady pounds the mat in frustration and pulls Mason up, both men bleeding all over the place. Mason punches Brady in the balls!

Nelson and Crumb: OOWWWW!!!

Mason then drops the champ with a DDT!

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Mason tries to pull him up but Brady rolls him over into a side cradle.

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: I was about to say that Mason should have been disqualified with that punch but then I quickly remembered that there are no rules in this Crimson Chamber match.

Crumb: At this point I don’t know how much longer these two guys can keep going on. They’ve already been to hell and back tonight and this third stipulation is worse than the other two combined.

Rose: They are trying to determine who really is the best and what better way to do that than letting them pummel each other into a pulp.

Stasi: I don’t even think there was this much blood in any of the Friday the 13th movies… in any of them really. I’m quite enjoying watching them beat the piss out of each other.

Both Icons get up to their feet and begin slugging it out again, blood flying with every shot being traded: Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason, Brady, Mason. Brady winds up for a big one and Mason gets him in a drop toehold that lands Brady face first on the chair lying on the mat. As Brady tries to get up, Mason curb stomps him, drilling Brady onto the chair. Mason rolls him over for the cover, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: That little bit of hesitation by Vega has wound up costing him big. How many times has he done that already in this match?

Crumb: I have lost count. But these two keep going back and forth with their blows and it is draining them further and further.

Rose: This is what I would say is boring. With Stasi here you really don’t need my so I think I’m just going to go for a wee.

Stasi: Sit your saggy ass down Rose and do your goddamn job.

Mason looks up in shock, unable to believe the match is not over. Mason shoves Brady onto his back again and covers with a back press.

One…

Two…

Brady ROLLS HIM UP IN A CRUCIFIX!!!

One…

Two…

THRE...KICK OUT!

Nelson: That desperation that we have mentioned is really starting to show here from both Icons. I do not think either can take much more.

Rose: I don’t think I can take much more.

Crumb: I don’t foresee this lasting too much longer.

Stasi: Good… because I have a plan that is going to leave the entire IPW community quivering.

Both Icons get to their feet. Mason goes for a clothesline. Brady hooks his arm and steps in behind him. He pulls the ripcord and spins into a forearm smash. Mason goes down and Brady falls on top of him for the cover.

One…

Two…

THRE...SHOULDER UP!

Sitting up, Brady looks like he can’t believe Mason beat the count but also like he has no real gas left in the tank. He staggers up and reaches down, slowly pulling Mason up. Mason barely comes, his legs refusing to cooperate. Brady tries to step in behind the dead weight that is Mason, looking for a second forearm smash. Mason spins into a back elbow and then hooks Brady for Marvelous Plex (dragon suplex) onto the chair!

Rose: This has to be it!

Mason rolls Brady over and throws an arm over him.

One…

Two…

THRE...SHOULDER UP!

Crumb: WHAT CAN EVERYONE BE THINKING AS BRADY VEGA SOMEHOW HAS KICKED OUT?!?!

Stasi: Probably, “Shut the fuck up, Crumb!” Your little catchphrase is more stale than bread that’s been left out for a week.

Mason tries to get up, his legs shaking as he goes. Brady tries to sit up, reaching out at nothing. Mason grabs Brady’s arm, pulls him up and hits another Marvelous Plex (dragon suplex) onto the chair! Mason throws himself on top of Brady, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Nelson: Mercifully, it’s over...

Rose: I...

Crumb: That was the most ungodly beating...

Rose: On both of them.

Stasi: You want to see an ungodly beating? Because seriously… I can do that if that’s what you really want to see.

The referee tries to get Mason up to raise his arm but Mason’s body refuses to work anymore and he falls back onto his back next to Brady.

Torres: Here is your winner AND NEW IPW Heavyweight Champion…..Mike Mason!!!

As the two Icons lay on the mat, neither really able to move much, they manage to look at each other even as the referee calls for help. Trainers and EMTs rush the ring as the cage is lifted out of the way. The crowd begins to cheer, urging both Icons on in the hopes they can stand up.

Nelson: We are seeing a new champion right now as Mike Mason has managed to survive three brutal stages within this No Lives Matter match!

Crumb: And I was right… it doesn’t look like either man are going to be able to walk out of here tonight.

Rose: If we thought that Vega as champion was bad… I don’t want to hear what Mike Mason is going to say. It was a lose/lose situation no matter who was going to win. They both have egos bigger than...

Stasi: Don’t you dare say Russia or I am going to punch you in the tit and then kick you in the vagina.

Stasi’s eyes remain fixated upon the goings on in the ring. She seems focused on the EMTs and trainers before ripping off her headset and charging towards the ring.

Nelson: Where are you going?!

Crumb: Oh this isn’t going to be too good.

Rose: Looks like someone can’t keep…

Crumb: Oh shut up Rose.

Rose: Please… please attack that twat Mike Mason! That’s what I really want to see.

Stasi slides under the bottom rope and looks around at the bloody carnage that was left behind by Mike Mason and Brady Vega. Her nostrils were flaring as her face became quite flushed with the color of rich crimson, similar to the blood that was flowing from both Brady Vega and Mike Mason. She ran her hands through her multi-tonal hair as her eyes grew wide as she walked up to the group of people tending to the match competitors. One trainer scrambled up to his feet in an attempt

Stasi: Get out! Get the fuck out! Get out! GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!

Rose: Not going to lie… that kind of reminded me of the one episode of Peaky Blinders where Tommy gets married.

Crumb: I’ve heard of that one… but I think that Stasi is looking for a fight.

Nelson: If I know Stasi’s actions the way that I think I do… she is looking to send a message to both. But will she go against Brooklyn Holloway and attack Mike Mason?

Crumb: If she treasures her part in the company she won’t. Then again, when has she ever not done something she wasn’t supposed to?

Rose: Stasi does what Stasi wants and sooner or later it’s going to wind up being the end of her.

Some of the wiser people scattered, quickly grabbing their stuff and exiting the ring. But there were two trainers and an EMT lingering, rushing to get Mike and Brady boarded and collared. The big and muscular EMT manages to keep the seething Stasi at bay… for a few moments before she grabs him by the collar of his shirt and brings her face close to his.

Stasi: I said… get the fuck out of my ring.

The EMT could see the black of Stasi’s eyes and a slight twinge of fear takes over his body and scrambles out of the ring, the trainers following closely behind because they are privy to Stasi’s brutality. Stasi stands over Mike Mason who was half strapped to the backboard and fully out of it. She crouches down and looks to be muttering something under her breath as she looks at his unconscious face. Stasi looks as though she was close to mounting him and pummeling him even more.

Nelson: Oh this is not going to be too good!

Crumb: Don’t do it, Stasi!

Rose: DO IT! DO IT!

Everyone just watches on, waiting to see what Stasi is going to do next. Slowly Stasi rose up, her gaze never leaving Mike Mason and moves her leg for a stomp. But at the very last second she turns around and goes after Brady Vega, quickly unstrapping the collar from around his neck and smacking him in the face with it.

Nelson: I doubt that is going to do my damage.

Crumb: I don’t think she really cares. Besides, at least it’s not one of those foam ones.

Rose: Stasi has gone and disappointed me by not going after Mike Mason.

Stasi rips Brady Vega from the backboard and drags him up to his feet. His body almost instantly crumbles into a heap but Stasi quickly pulls him back up, propping him in the corner. Stasi holds Brady’s face still using one hand with a hard chokehold in place with her other.

Stasi: Oh no motherfucker… you’re not getting away that easily. You think you could embarrass my company because you were the champion? You are nothing more than a junkie and you will learn your rightful place!

Brady is somewhat conscious and tries to swat at Stasi in an attempt to get her to back off, but all he’s able to do is break her hold around his throat. This angers Stasi further and she takes a few steps backwards before she launches herself at Brady and hits him with a clothesline. Her twisted smile is upon her face as she comes rebounding back. She then quickly follows it up with a series of forearm smashes to the face before backing up and then charging again and nailing him with a high knee.

Nelson: Oh come on! Leave Brady Vega alone. Has he not been through enough already? This is completely uncalled for!

Crumb: She has done this before back in May when she attacked Joshua Samson at Brooklyn’s behest. I’m starting to wonder if Mrs. Holloway didn’t order this one too.

Rose: To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if she did. Brooklyn Holloway seems like the type of person to do this when she feels threatened.

Stasi walks out to the center of the ring and gloats to the crowd before she turns her attention back to Brady and grabs him by the wrist, pulling him to the center of the ring before turning him around so that his body faces upwards. Stasi is smiling from ear to ear before she hits him with Dirty Little Thing (inverted facelock double knee backbreaker)!

Nelson, Crumb, and Rose: OH MY GOD!

Stasi instantly pops back up to her feet and grabs him by the wrist again, pulling him harshly up to his feet. Stasi smiles and licks her blood red lips while keeping a hold of Vega’s wrist before she takes a step back and drives the heel of her right foot into the back of his head for Avada Kedavra (heel kick to back of opponent’s head)! The crowd jeers viciously as Vega is out cold on the mat. Stasi gets down on his level and looks into his face, seemingly to check to see if he was still conscious.

STASI: YOU AREN’T SHIT! YOU WILL NEVER BE SHIT! THE NEW REGIME WILL NEVER ALLOW YOU TO HOLD A CHAMPIONSHIP IN IPW EVER AGAIN!

Standing back up, Stasi kicks Vega in the abdomen. She looks over to Mason and watches as the EMTs have gotten him out of the ring and loaded onto a gurney. Stasi puts her foot to Brady’s chest and steps over him, putting her full weight on his ribcage before she starts gloating in the ring again as the EMTs rush Mike Mason to the back.

Crumb: Why isn’t security out here taking care of the situation!?

Nelson: Because Brooklyn does not care and ordered them to stay away.

Rose: That does not surprise me.

Stasi kicks her feet back slightly, like she’s wiping her feet onto Brady when out of the corner of her eye she notices a sparkle. Turning her head she sees the IPW Heavyweight Championship belt. Slowly, Stasi slinks over to where it is laying and picks it up, the lights shining down upon it and causing them to sparkle like diamonds.

Rose: Oh what is she going to do with that? I hope she doesn’t get any crazy ideas!

Crumb: It’s Stasi Herveaux… of course there’s a twisted idea forming in her head.

With a smile on her face, Stasi slings the belt over her shoulder and walks over to the ropes and exits the ring as the remaining trainers and EMTs rush back into the ring. Stasi starts to walk back up the ramp as the fans rain down boos upon her even though she seems to be completely unbothered.

Nelson: Where does she think she is going with the Iconic Professional Wrestling Heavyweight Championship? That does not belong to her!

Crumb: Maybe she’s taking it to Mike Mason.

Rose: Oh I highly doubt that.

Turning around on top of the stage, Stasi poses one last time before turning and disappearing behind the black curtain as Helloween fades out to black.

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