Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline II.

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INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE #002



LIVE! from The National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, May 1st, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.

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With the loud intro to ‘War Ender’ playing throughout the National Stadium, the camera feed brings us inside of the building showing almost two thousand fans cheering loudly and chanting the initials of Infinite Pro Wrestling — as the music continues to play along, the camera feed pans down towards where the commentary table resides at the back of the room, where we’re met with Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey, smiles on their faces as they look up to the camera.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! THE SECOND EDITION OF ADRENALINE IS HERE AND WE’VE GOT ONE HELL OF A SHOW FOR YOU ALL ON THE ROAD FOR FIRST CONTACT!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What a fantastic night we have planned for our second edition of Adrenaline! We’re once again SOLD OUT here in the National Stadium in the heart of the capital – Dublin City! My name is Dominic Morrissey and right alongside me is the stunning and intelligent Chloe Hartwell!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Tonight is where we complete the first round of the INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT where Ana Somia and Liz Karlson meet in our main event, an-”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar drumbeat cuts off Chloe Hartwell and the lights flash in time.



UPTOWN’S GOT IT HUSTLERS,
THE BOWERY GOT IT’S BUMS,
42nd STREET’S GOT BIG JIM WALKIN’
HE’S A POOL SHOOTIN’ SON A GUN

‘Don’t Mess Around With Jim’ by the incomparable Jim Croce blares through the P.A System in the National Stadium, as one half of the incomparable Jamrock Boyz, Jimi Cooldown comes strutting out onto the stage. He takes in the response from the crowd as he twirls and dances to the song, with a big grin on his face. The music begins to fade.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What is Jimi Cooldown doing out here?! He’s not supposed to be here tonight!”

Cooldown stands on the ramp, thrusting his hips in time as the crowd chant “COOLDOWN! COOLDOWN! COOLDOWN!”. Jimi Cooldown stands twirling a microphone in his hand. He motions for the crowd to quiet down.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“OOOOOOOHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, BABYYYYYY!!!! YOU! ALL! READY! KNOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!”

Cooldown throws a fist in the air as the crowd roars in approval.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Ya know, Big Uncle, Jason Longboy, seen fit last Adrenaline to bar me from ringside tonight for my man’s Alastor’s match!”

The crowd booed in response.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“I know, I know, I mean, who does Unc think I am? Some little CRETIN who’ll get involved at the first sign of trouble? No way, homie! Jamrockers don’t play like THAT! We’re upstanding PROFESSIONALS. In the spirit of proving how professional we are, I’ve offered up my many, many talents in other positions! Last week, me and my hetero life partner, put this whole freakin’ island on notice that we’re the best tag team goin’! But this week? I’m gonna make sure everybody knows that not only am I one hell of a professional wrestler…”

Cooldown turns to the direction of the commentary booth.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“I’m also the pound-for-pound number one ranked professional wrestling commentator in THE! F’N! BUSINESS!!!!!”

Cooldown drops the mic on the stage and begins making his way to the booth amongst the cheers from the audience.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh god…”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Long leaves for one show and it’s already gone to shit.”

We see Cooldown standing at the booth, fiddling with the headset before taking a seat next to Chloe Hartwell.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Who the HELL are you people?! I thought this was gonna be a one man show!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What– Since WHEN has this show hadn’t had commentary— YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN–”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“THAT’S MY BIT! MY BIT! COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is certainly going to be an experience.”

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As we find ourselves backstage, we’re met with Stefan McCain looking around each and every corridor and corner that he passes by—like he’s looking for someone or even something, but all that he’s able to find along his journey is nothing. Emptiness. Stefan soon began to check the rooms that he passed by, heading into every room and finding nothing or nobody inside, that was until he walked into one room and found himself with Luis De León.

The two looked at one another with confusion before shrugging it off and closing the door– but as soon as he closed the door, however, Stefan heard a loud bang coming from the same room that he just walked into. He swung the door open to check on Luis– but he was staring right at the eyes of someone that wasn’t Luis De León… he was staring right at the eyes of JUDITH, with a creeping smile resting along her face as she stepped closer.

JUDITH
“What’s the matter, Stefan? Seems like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Stefan looked up and down at JUDITH–looking to choose his words wisely this time–before gulping and then beginning to speak.

STEFAN MCCAIN
“Look, alright… What happened two weeks ago? That shit shouldn’t have fuckin’ happened, right? You robbed me of having my perfect debut—and you made us lose that match. If it wasn’t for you taking your stupid boot and hitting me right in the face with it? We could’ve won that damn match!”

JUDITH looked down at Stefan McCain and began to laugh at his comments, finding amusement in his fear that he was clearly showing within his soft-spoken tone.

JUDITH
“If you hadn’t tried to make me look like a complete embarrassment and you were making a complete fool of yourself? Then, we would’ve won that match. I did what I had to do with some miserable idiot like you and dropped you where you stood because of your lack of respect for me. Expecting me to take the name calling you were giving me and not do something about it? Hell, you probably loved the taste of my boot hitting you right on your jaw, you sad pathetic bitch.”

Stefan stepped up upon being called the ‘bitch’ by JUDITH and came face to face with The Butcher.

STEFAN MCCAIN
“I can EASILY show you just how much of a supposed bitch that I am when I fight you in two weeks, how about that for a bitch then, eh? You wanna call me a bitch, because of some stupid shit that I said, then lemme show you what a fuckin’ BITCH CAN DO, JUDITH!”

JUDITH, who seemed to be surprised by the sudden fire being shown by Stefan McCain, smiled at the bravery being shown by the smaller Stefan–but she soon leaned in close to his ear and whispered right into it.

JUDITH
“You’re on.”

And just like that, JUDITH shoved Stefan out of the way and headed out of the room, leaving Stefan knocked down on the floor as the door slammed shut on him. He was able to pick himself back up and took a deep breath, realising he might’ve made a mistake in making the challenge.

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CHLOE HARTWELL
"Strangely, we’re getting reports that representatives on behalf of Cross Recoba have arrived at the arena."

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"Unless he has found a way to teleport, there is no way that he can be here and then be on the live broadcast for Tap Out 3 in Vegas!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"The card was announced well ahead of time so we know he isn’t scheduled to appear tonight. Is he about to make a formal challenge to Zoran Sainovic after putting him on notice at the XHF Rumble?"

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"We know Cross is a stickler for doing his homework, he’ll have seen Touchdown and Judith at Adrenaline One. I’d put money on him sending scouts to pick up what he might not catch watching on the Network in our Main Event tonight."

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Ana Somnia faces off against Liz Karlson, neither of whom have appeared on the Network before tonight!"

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"We’ll see the winner of that match face off against whoever picks up the win between Alastor Touchdown and Judith. The tournament culminates in a final match at First Contact where one of Cross and Irina Sokolov awaits!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"We do know that later tonight, Irina will be holding a press conference to talk about her match in the semi-finals that will take place at Adrenaline Three!"

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"She’ll be riding high with the knowledge that her finish to put her through against Leo Reza set the Internet alight!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Not content with a Curb Stomp to put her opponent away, she followed up with a vicious Discus Elbow she called the Killing Joke…hold on, I’m being told that Luis de León has been tasked with finding what he can out. If we hear anything from Luis, you folks at home will be the first to know!"

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"For now though, it looks like Casey is in the ring, ready to introduce our opening match of the night!"

"HERE'S JOHNNY!!!"



'I Got 5 On It' hits the speakers and Johnny Five makes his way out, grinning and flexing his not inconsiderable muscles. He heads down the ramp and rolls into the ring, clambering up onto the turnbuckles and continuing to pose for the audience, gleefully pointing at and giving thumbs up to anyone cheering for him.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of New York, New York and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… THIS IS THE HIGH FIVE… JOHHHHNNNNYYYYYYY FIIIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”



"Power" blares from the PA system as the crowd gets hyped up. Smoke billows in from the back and travels to the ring. Random people come from the back and line up on the ramp as a throne ascends from a trapdoor. The throne is dark but as soon as the people stand at attention spotlights shine on the throne with Aren sitting in position showing he's bored. He pushes off the throne and begins to make his way to the ring. He steps onto the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle and surveys the arena. He looks at the crowd once more and lifts his arms to his side taking in the energy of the people. He jumps from the turnbuckle and points at his throne. Which falls back into the trapdoor as flame pyro shoots from around it and the last scene is of Aren looking and waiting for his opponent.

CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent… wrestling out of St Petersburg, Russia and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty-five pounds… HE IS THE MONARCH… ARRRREEEENNNNN MSSSSTTIISSSSLLAAAAVVVVVV!!!”



MATCH ONE
JOHNNY FIVE vs AREN MSTISLAV

DING! DING!

And so it had begun between AREN MSTISLAV and JOHNNY FIVE as they stood in their respective corners and looking at one another with glares. Aren was the first to move in as Johnny also moved in closer, and the two locked up in a COLLAR AND ELBOW TIE UP— but Aren overpowers the smaller Johnny Five, slamming him face first into the mat! Johnny is quick to pick himself up, but he wasn’t quick enough as Aren slid in with the BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK as he bounced off of the ropes and connected with the head of Johnny. Aren brought himself back up to his feet and began to boast to the crowd, raising his hands up high and soaking in the ‘praise’ he thinks he deserves. Aren, however, doesn’t see behind him is Johnny Five getting back to his feet and once he finally realizes? It’s all but too late for him to even counter as Johnny grabs onto Aren and throws him across the ring with a EXPLODER SUPLEX and the small-but-mighty Johnny Five is back into the fight with such a powerful move!

However, Aren Mstislav is picking himself back up and using the ropes for his own leverage – and Johnny rushes in for the Lariat to send Aren over the ropes–but Aren connects the BIG BOOT right to Johnny and almost makes him slide out of the ring! Aren runs the ropes and rebounds to land another BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK– but this time, Johnny is able to pull himself away before it could land and out of harm’s way, but he doesn’t know that the slide helped Aren get out of the ring easier and he was right behind Johnny– throwing him into the steps and crashing his knee right into the steps! Johnny rests on the steps as Aren watches and begins to hover over him, looking to pick him up and do something sickening to Johnny— PILEDRIVER ON THE STEPS! Aren drove Johnny’s head right into the steps and almost cracked his head wide open!

The referee, Jackson Miller, is up to the count of five right now as Aren throws Johnny back inside of the ring and slides back in himself, watching Johnny bring himself to his knees as Aren runs into the ropes and rebounds, going for the RUNNING KNEE STRIKE—but Johnny caught the knee, dropping Aren to the mat, and rolling over into the SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB! The submission is locked in tight as Johnny pulls Aren into the middle of the ring, bringing the leg back and trying to force Aren to tap out to the submission– but Aren was able to bring the other leg to attack Johnny right into the chest! SCORPION KICKS right into the chest of Johnny Five and he breaks the submission, but as Aren rolls onto his stomach… RUNNING SHOOTING STAR PRESS lands right down onto Aren as Johnny goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO–

KICKOUT!

Aren might have kicked out but Johnny hasn’t stopped there– locking in an ARM TRAPPED CROSSFACE submission on Aren and continuing to keep Aren grounded– but Aren counters with a quick attempt at a pinfall, but doesn’t get anywhere as Johnny kicks out before the referee could even drop down to make the count– but Aren grabbed onto Johnny and drops with another PILEDRIVER before rolling him through and to his feet, sending him into the ropes and going all in for the kill with…

HIGH STANDARDS!
( Pop Up Powerbomb. )

…BUT ON THE POP UP, JOHNNY COUNTERED WITH A MUSHROOM STOMP RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF AREN! Aren flipped and rolled through right after the stomp dropped him down onto the mat, and that gave Johnny the chance to land some REPEATED SHOOT KICKS right into the chest of Aren Mstislav! One after another came those kicks and Johnny was eyeing up Aren for the final kick to the TENDERISATION but as he shot for the RUNNING ENZUIGIRI– Aren ducked it and turned it around, grabbing the legs and locking in his own submission!

FOR THE CULTURE!
( Sharpshooter. )

And it’s locked in tight by Aren, grabbing onto the foot of Johnny and bending back to bridge the Sharpshooter– sending a sharp pain right into the knee of Johnny Five, who looks like he’s about to submit to the submission—but he grabs onto the head of Aren and slams it down into the mat! Again and again with the slams down into the mat and making Aren break the submission! Johnny and Aren are back to their feet and in their corners as they rush into the middle of the ring to meet one another– but Johnny ducked the arm of Aren and headed into the corner…

HIGH-FIVE-PLEX!
( Moonsault into a German Suplex. )

AND THIS TIME WITH THE BRIDGE ON THE SUPLEX! GOING FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

KICKOUT!!!

Johnny can’t keep Aren down, no matter what he does to stop him—as he rushes the ropes again and looking for the big-time LARIAT of his—

HIGH STANDARDS!

Aren turned the match on it’s head with the POP UP POWERBOMB dropping Johnny down to the mat with excessive force behind it! Johnny looks completely folded up from the Powerbomb and it’s going to be the beginning of the end for Johnny Five as Aren finds himself backed into the corner, seeking the ending of the match as he hypes himself up in the corner…

KING’S COURT!
( Spear. )

JOHNNY CAUGHT HIM! HE CAUGHT HIM! PUMPHANDLE AND LIFT ONTO THE SHOULDERS!

STICKS AND STEMS!
( Pumphandle Death Valley Driver. )

AND JOHNNY HAS AREN IN THE DROPZONE! HE’S GOING ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND HE MAY LOOK TO PAY HOMAGE TO THE FORMER X*CROWN CHAMPION, MISHA CONSTANTINE, WITH THIS ONE AS HE LEAPS…

ODE TO MISHY!
( Shooting Star Senton. )

AND HE GOT ALL OF IT! GOT ALL OF THE SENTON AS HE GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

‘I Got Five On It’ once again plays upon the bell ringing and finding Johnny Five standing tall inside of the ring as he brings himself back to his feet before stumbling into the ropes, holding his arms up in the air as the victor of the match before Casey Kincaid made the result official.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… JOHHHNNNNNNYYYYY FIIIIIIIVEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

Johnny had his hand raised by referee Jackson Miller before he heads over to the crouched Aren Mstislav and extended the hand out to him–showing some kind of sign of respect towards Aren, but The Monarch isn’t having any of it as he rolled out of the ring and headed towards the back, leaving Johnny Five all on his own in the ring to celebrate.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What an opening contest between two debuting stars and they were going all in for that crucial first win, weren’t they, Chloe?”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Honestly, it could’ve gone to anyone in the end but Johnny Five saw an opportunity to strike and he didn’t hesitate for a second to make sure he was doing either the right or wrong thing. Pulling off a massive win against Aren Mstislav here tonight – and the man who calls himself a Monarch went off being unhappy over that loss— Jimi, what the hell are you doing?!”

The camera pans over to Jimi Cooldown on his phone and looking up once his name is being mentioned, quickly putting the phone down and acting as if he’s been watching the match.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“...uh, uhm, yeah… what a great match between those two… sorry I was bein’ a lil’ schemer and watchin’ some Life Hack videos on YouTube. Gotta prepare for a Rumble, ya know what I’m sayin’.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“No… no, we don’t.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“You’ll see soon enough!”

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IRINA SOKOLOV
"Why is press conference necessary? I already won big match last show, that should be enough. What is point of all the hub bub and everything else?"

Irina waves a hand around dismissively, grimacing as they stare at their reflection in the mirror. Their curly hair is down to their shoulders, or at least slightly past them. Dark makeup covers their eyes and their lipstick matches. They’re dressed in a custom made Jersey with the words BIRD OF PREY on the back and SOKOLOV across the chest.

JOSHUA ROTUNDA
"It’s good to discuss everything that’s happened so far and to let the fans and media know who exactly Irina Sokolov is. If you’re nervous, you shouldn’t be. I’ll be there every step of the way. You’re not alone, Irina."

There’s a moment of silence between brother and sister. That’s what they were, in spite of not being blood related. The fact of the matter was that they were all they had left. No matter how difficult things were for them, they knew how to put aside their differences and make it work.

IRINA SOKOLOV
"She should be here. It does not seem fair that I get to experience American life and all the riches that come with it and she does not. This was her dream, not mine. But, now… I feel obligated to do this. For her, if not for myself and everyone else."

Joshua stops in his tracks, hands resting against his thighs as he sits on a crate in the backstage area. He still feels guilty about the death of his fiancee, the death of Irina’s older sister, Anya. While he knows he wasn’t the one who was at fault, it still hurts to think about. He carefully moves from the crate, walking over to gently place a hand on one of Irina’s shoulders.

JOSHUA ROTUNDA
"She would be proud of you, голубка (dove). I know this isn’t an easy task for you, but you’ve made a lot of progress lately. Look at you now, on your way to redemption. A shot at the biggest piece of gold in this company awaits you. All you have to do now is play your cards right. Now, enough with this. We’ll be late if we don’t get a move on. Shall we?"

Joshua holds his arm out towards Irina, who links their arm through his. With a solemn nod, the pair are on their way and the scene fades into the next.

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THE ROAD TO EVENT HORIZON CONTINUES WITH THE APEX NEXT LEVEL CHAMPIONSHIP OPPORTUNITY MATCH, CHRISTOPHER SABERTOOTH DEMANDING ANSWERS FROM THE MONARCH, AND SO MUCH MORE ON NEXT WEEK’S EPISODE OF SUNDAY NIGHT APEX!



( For more information, click here. )

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The feed brings us backstage to the office of Tarah Nova– fitting in as the replacement for the owner of the company, Jason Long, whilst he’s resting the wounds of a recent battle elsewhere. She seems to be adjusting some stuff on the desk before she hears a knock at the door and the door swings open before she could even acknowledge the knock itself – that’s when Tarah looks up to find Reckless Jack standing right at the doorway. The soulless eyes stare right back at Tarah as she takes a seat.

TARAH NOVA
“Well… Mister Jack, is there anything I can help you with?”

Jack steps closer and leans in on the table, bringing his face closer towards Tarah’s as she could hear the heavy breathing coming from behind the mask.

RECKLESS JACK
“Where is Jason Long?”

TARAH NOVA
“Oh… poor you, ya really didn’t hear about Jason? He’s not here, and he won’t be here for a while – but, if you’ve got any problems, then I’m the woman in charge of this whole thing right no—”

Jack slams his fists down onto the table in anger, almost breaking the desk in half with the strength behind those fists of his– his breathing getting heavier and heavier the more he looks down onto his hands and sees the bruising beginning to show along his hands.

RECKLESS JACK
“Last week… I was robbed of being in the next round… I SHOULD’VE HAD CROSS!... I should’ve had him. But, I don’t deserve to be taken out like that, not at all. I don’t want participation trophies in having the best match of the night amongst others. I want something more. I need something more. And you, little lady, are going to give me what…I…neeeeeeeed.”

His teeth were gritting against one another before he could finish speaking– but Tarah stood up and came face to face with the faceless, and reckless, man.

TARAH NOVA
“Maybe Jason would’ve been amused by the disrespect from others on his roster—but when I’m in charge? We’re not having any of that. So, from now on, Jack? You’ll be calling me Madam Moore for as long as I am behind this desk, got it? I’ve dealt with the worst of the worst – and some gruesome kind of people – back in a little company that I used to run. Trying to scare me and being all creepy isn’t going to work on me, I’ve seen – and experienced – worse than you could ever have fuckin’ imagined, Jack.”

The harsh words of Tarah made him take a few steps back, bringing himself a good distance from the desk and Tarah herself–as she resumed her place back in the chair she was in beforehand.

TARAH NOVA
“As for what Jason has planned for you? I’m sure he’s got something in mind that I know you’re going to love. And hell, he might announce it soon if you’re patient enough to wait.”

RECKLESS JACK
“Patience? You amuse me too much. I have zero patience. After that loss last week? My ‘patience’ ran out and all I wanna do is ruin someone’s fuckin’ day for ruining mine. So, you’re going to give that bastard owner a call and you’re going to get me something that I want…”

Jack took a few steps back and reached out to the handle on the door, giving one final glare towards Tarah and cracking his neck in the process.

RECKLESS JACK
“...or I’ll make sure you – along with everyone else – suffers for keepin’ me waiting.”

Jack slams the door shut and leaves Tarah inside of the office with the chilling threat hovering over her. She takes a deep breath before leaning in and resting her elbows onto the desk right in front of her, shaking her head in disappointment before speaking one final time.

TARAH NOVA
“This man really has brought in some fuckin’ lunatics onto the roster.”

A fade back to ringside.

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CHLOE HARTWELL
“We are back, what a night we're having so far. I'm really looking forward to this next match."

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Gavin Drake must be too, he's already in the ring, pacing”

CASEY KINCAID
"The following match is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH and is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!! In the ring, From London, England by way of Carlisle, Cumbria... The Blood of Kings, GAVIN DRAKE!!!"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"What? Know cool entrance? No Pyro? No... cool?

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"Well, you heard the man earlier in the week, he wants to bring destruction as the butcher of IPW."

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Butcher... I thought that was my boy's opponent...color me confused Nick."

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"It's Dominic."

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Dominate who?  Only ya boys... the Jamrockers are going to be doing any dominating, ya dig?

"Who's Gonna Save Us?" by The Living End beings to play. The camera zooms into Nobody's face who smirks and adjusts his tie before making his way to the ring.

CASEY KINCAID
"His opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, The Prince of Perfection... JOE NOBODY!!!

Joe makes it up two steps and stops before turning around to give a young fan his signature fedora.

CHLOE HARTWELL
"There is Joe Nobody, and as he always says, Nobody is perfect."

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Yeah, especially that kid he just gave the ugly hat to. HIDE YOUR FACE KID!

CASEY KINCAID
"And their opponent..."

The long intro of “Black Sheep” by The Clash at Demonhead begins to play through the arena. A single silhouette is seen at the top of the ramp. The silhouette is facing towards the titantron, hands clasped behind their back as they wait for the moment. The crowd claps along to the beat until Brie Larson’s voice finally fills the air and the silhouette turns around to face the ring as the arena lights come to life. Savannah Sunshine’s figure comes into view, but she is not wearing the usual grin. Instead, she's got a look full of fire and determination as she stares daggers around the arena. She doesn't pay any mind to the fans, simply makes her way towards the ring.

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Hello again, friend of a friend
I knew you when
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip shapeshift and trick the past again

As she heads down the ramp, she ignores the hands reaching out towards her. Though, the fans still seem to show some signs of support for the True Society member. As she approaches the ring, she walks over to the steel steps, climbing them until she meets the center of the ring apron. As she meets the center, she scrapes her boots, before climbing over the middle rope and into the ring. The clear change in demeanor is evident as Savannah seems to be in no mood.

I’ll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up every time
Everyone, ooh
Pulls away, ooh
From you

CASEY KINCAID
"Making her way to the ring, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ... weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds … She is The Angel of Death ... Breaker of Chains … SAVANNAH "IRONWILL" AAANNNDDDRRREEEWWWSSS!"

With the announcer making her presence known officially, Savannah moves away from the corner and out to the center of the ring. She drops to her knees, wolf's head still on her head, and palms press against the canvas. For the first time, her eyes are seen and they are golden and bright enough to notice. She drops her head back, letting out a loud howl, before she pops up to her feet. Wolf's head slowly removed and handed to someone at ringside.

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Wolf head... now that's cool, write that down Nick."



MATCH TWO — TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
SAVANNAH ANDREWS vs GAVIN DRAKE vs JOE NOBODY

DING! DING!

At the sound of the bell, Gavin Drake explodes across the ring and begins trading blows with Savannah Andrews while Nobody backs to a corner to assess the situation.  Drake and Andrews begin a nice series of chain wrestling that gets the crowd excited.  Several times Nobody feigns involvement but lets them move into the next hold.  An irish whip by Savannah Andrews sends Gavin Drake into the corner and she follows it up with a CORNER HIP ATTACK.  Drake rolls out of the corner and Savannah immediately goes for the pinfall but Joe Nobody is there to pull her off right away.  Savannah Andrews stands and beings walking Joe Nobody down into the corner.  Before she can strike Nobody, Drake is back to his feet and sends Andrews crashing into Joe with a dropkick.  A stunned Savannah turns around and is lifted into a fireman carry by Gavin Drake.  REIGN- No, just as Gavin Drake is going t attempt his finisher, Savannah Andrews shimmies off of his shoulders and pushes Gavin directly into...

PERFECT PLACEMENT
(Jumping Calf Kick)

Before Joe can capitalize on the move...

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD
(Lariat)

Joe hits the canvas and Savannah Andrews makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Almost a three count there by Savannah Andrews, that was one hell of a lariat!"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Almost took his head clean off, I about did that to Al earlier in the week, was a nice surprise!  But unlike Nobody, Al took it like a man.  He got right back up!  Unlike this punk Nobody"

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"Savannah Andrews picks Joe back up... no, Joe sends her shoulder first into the corner! That is going to leave a mark!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"How's that for taking it like a man?"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Ring the bell, he cheated.  Illegal use of the turnbuckle.  Joe Nobody isn't perfect, should be Joe NoGOOD! 

With Savannah temporarily out of the match and on the floor, Joe Nobody sets his sights on Gavin Drake, but it doesn't take long for Gavin Drake to fire up a comeback on Nobody.  Joe tries to fight off the comeback on several occasions, but Gavin keeps coming, overwhelming Nobody.   Gavin sends Joe Nobody into the ropes who smartly ducks under a clothesline this time but as Nobody turns around, Gavin Drake has rebounded off the opposite side and CLAYMORE!  Gavin Drake goes for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-
KICKOUT!!!


Gavin Drake slaps the mat in frustration and questions the ref who stands firm that Joe was able to get a shoulder up before the three count.  With malice in his eyes, Gavin Drake stands and pulls Joe Nobody up by the hair.  He spits and shouts to the crowd before shoving Nobody's head under his arm setting up a DDT.  He is taking too much time talking to the crowd and to the ref, still upset at not getting the victory.  Savannah Andrews has slid back into the ring behind Gavin.  She runs to the ropes directly in front of Gavin who doesn't have time to react other than to be surprised.  Andrews hits a NECKBREAKER on Gavin Drake who in turns hits Joe Nobody with a DDT.  Savannah pins Joe Nobody.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

She quickly moves over to pin Gavin Drake.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

Now it's Savannah's time to be frustrated.  She looks at the ref who holds up two fingers on both hands indicating that neither pinfall succeeded.  She growls and the ref moves out of the way.  She picks up Gavin Drake and the two being trading blows.  After some back and forth, Savannah catches Gavin Drake with a superkick but instead of finishing the Seeing Starz sequence, Drake falls against the ropes and upon rebound Savannah lifts him into a fireman carry and hits him with a USHIGOROSHI.  Before making the pinfall, Joe Nobody pulls Savannah Andrews up by her hair and the two of them begin fighting back and forth.  After some brief offense from Nobody, Savannah gets the upper hand to the dismay of the crowd with a chop block.  She beings working on Joe's knee through join manipulation before locking in a KNEEBAR.  Joe struggles and fights for the ropes, through sheer will and the crowd cheering him on, Joe is able to get to the ropes.  Savannah Andrews uses every bit of the five count that she can before breaking the hold.  As she stands and turns. SPEAR!!!

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"Spear out of nowhere by Gavin Drake! 

JIMI COOLDOWN
"CEASE AND DESIST!!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"What are you talking about?"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"What?"

Savannah rolls over to the apron, holding her ribs.  Gavin Drake picks up a limping Joe Nobody and being working on him.  Joe Nobody fires back to a big pop from the crowd, but it is instantly silenced with a kick to the gut and 

SECOND IMPACT
(Powerbomb)

Gavin is bending and talking trash after the brutal powerbomb to Joe.  Savannah has made it back to her feet and up on the top turn buckle.  She jumps and hits a BLOOD DRAGON (Mushroom Stomp) to Gavin, sending him down hard and out of the ring. 

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Shades of the boss man!" 

Savannah immediately goes walks over to a downed Joe, still holding her side and picks up his legs.  The dire situation shows all over Nobody's face as he tries to fight off Savannah, kicking with everything he has but the pain from the previous knee hold is too much, and Savannah is able to overpower Joe and lock in the 

TAG, YOUR IT
(Elevated Boston Crab)

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Oh my that looks painful, look how much she has him wrenched back.  The knee.. it's on his neck!"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Do it punk, show the whole world what the JAMROCKERS already know! That you are NOGOOD, NOBODY!!"

Nobody reaches for the ropes but he's dead center of the ring.  Gavin is trying to claw at the apron to pull himself back off the ground but it's too little and too late.  Joe Nobody taps.

DING! DING! DING!

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
"She's done it!"

CASEY KINCAID
"The winner of this match, by submission... SAVANNAH ANDREWS!!!!"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Everyone knew it would not be Joe, he doesn't even have a cool name!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Savannah Andrews shows tonight that she is one tough competitor and is a force to be reckoned with here in IPW."

JIMI COOLDOWN
"And Joe Nobody shows he's a force to be wrecked here in I P DUB!"

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The arena's lights go completely black. The only sounds that can be heard is the chirping of the fans that sit around the arena till suddenly a woman whistling a tune can be heard from the speakers. After a few moments, the whistling stops and suddenly you hear the word ‘RUN’ echo before gentle strobe lights hit the arena. As “Rain Day” by Ice Nine Kills plays as the strobe slows down and a light lands at the centre of the stage, showing TARAH NOVA herself standing there.

Slowly, Tarah would look out at the crowd with a sadistic smirk on her lips before lifting her bat off her shoulder to point it at the crowd inside of the National Stadium, which caused the crowd around her to blow up in cheers. Once done she places her bat back on her shoulder and would gracefully walk down the ramp with the spotlight on her every move as the crowd around her chants…

"SAVIOUR! SAVIOUR! SAVIOUR!"

Slowly she walks off the steps in the left corner of the ring, and wipes her boots off on the side before entering the ring. Nova would look out at the crowd one last time, her twisted smile never leaving her face as she places her bat down in the corner of the ring and came back into the centre of the ring to look out into the crowd one more time as the music faded away as more ‘SAVIOUR’ chants echoed throughout the National Stadium before she grabbed onto a microphone and raised it close to her mouth as she began speaking.

TARAH NOVA
“Oh man… it’s feeling soooo good to be here in Dublin right now! I knew that there was a reason as to why Jason chose this place as the first venue for Infinite Pro Wrestling and it’s no secret why—it’s a magical place and there’s just so many of my ‘freakshows’ out there right now here in Ireland still loving seeing me around once again!”

The cheers got louder and the chants began once more before dying down as Tarah continued to speak.

TARAH NOVA
“And I’m sure a whole lot of you are even more excited to know that for the next few shows—or however Jason is going to be out of commission—that I shall be the ‘warden’ of Infinite Pro Wrestling from now on! Buuuuut… that’s not really why I’m out here because, well, as all of you knew two weeks ago? I kinda have made some calls and some others made some calls and now there’s this match happening in a few weeks at the first pay-per-view called First Contact… so now, I’ve gotta prepare myself for another fight on the Shockcollar Retirement Tour and one that’s involving a very special person that I’ve kept my eyes on for quite some time.”

The chants inside of the National Stadium changed to a ‘MYOJIN’ chant and they were echoing throughout the entire building, to which Tarah took notice of, but she shrugged it off and smiled.

TARAH NOVA
“You see, MYOJIN… I’ve got nothing but the utmost respect for you and everything that you’ve done. If there was really going to be anyone inside of the whole ‘XHF Network’ that I would’ve wanted to face? You would’ve been on that list. Jason gave me the opportunity to make things up for when our own match got cancelled and gave me this match with you—but, I know you’re going to be going into this match thinking that you’re going to get the better of me. I know it, everyone does, it’s the same old same old at the end of the day.”

She pauses in place, taking a moment, and smirking.

TARAH NOVA
“And I know you’ve done a whole lot, you’ve achieved so much in the span of a couple of years, but is that going to outmatch me in my own game? Because, realistically, if you think you can step toe to toe with a former Omega Heavweight, Specialists, and Vixen’s Champion and also being a damn Hall of Famer along with it? Then, my friend, you’re going to underestimate me when you truly have zero clue what you’re getting yourself involved in. Now, don’t worry, I won’t be changing any stipulations… but, the temptation is there… and I’ve just got an itch…”

Tarah soon walked into the corner of the ring and picked up her signature baseball bat from where it rested, bringing it over her shoulder and walking back into the middle of the ring to bring her focus back onto the hard camera zoomed in close onto her.

TARAH NOVA
“I’ve not added many to the hitlist in a while it feels… and, whilst I really don’t wanna be adding a good friend of mine into that list… that itch is just there, Shouta, and it’s just feeling like it could be wanting to etch another name onto that list. So, at First Contact? I’mma give you the fight you need, you want, you deserve… and, I’ll fight to the very last breath to make sure of it being a win under my name and not yours… and if you don’t stay down for me?”

Tarah brought herself closer to the ropes and pointed the baseball bat right into the camera with a wicked smile resting along her face.

TARAH NOVA
“I really don’t think you wanna find out what happens…”

Tarah soon dropped the microphone down as ‘Rainy Days’ played out Tarah as she exited the ring and the crowd cheered and chanted for her, watching her head to the back and leaving everyone to prepare for the next match on the card.

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WITH MATCHES LIKE THE VICTORY PRO WORLD’S CHAMPIONSHIP, A NEW AGE DEATHMATCH, AND A SIXTY-MINUTE IRONWOMAN COMBAT FOR THE VICTORY PRO WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP… RELIVE THE MOMENTS THAT YOU’VE MISSED AT VICTORY PRO’S VALHALLA!



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As we found ourselves backstage, the sounds of ‘I Will Survive’ playing in the background as we’re met with The Jamrockers in their locker room and Alastor Touchdown shadow boxing with… well… himself in the mirror… but the door is almost kicked in by Jimi Cooldown as he leaps onto Alastor’s back and tries to knock him over, the camera picking up the two falling over the couch in the locker room as they frantically pick themselves up and find the camera man inside of the room with them.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Mf’ers been peepin’ at us doing our secret training! Come on, dawg, you gonna do us like that!?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“We’ve been preparing ol’ Al for the fight of his life with Jude tonight and he’s never been more ready to beat on that spooky bitch! And he’s had all the help that he’s gotten! Shoutout that fight frog for helping us through these darkened times. I don’t know what we’d do without ya—OH! AND SHOUTOUT TUNA MELTZER! Keep up that good work, baby! Cheque’s in the mail, bro–”

Alastor nudges Jimi on the shoulder and raises an eyebrow.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“...what cheque?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Never mind it—I AIN’T EVEN GIVEN THE BIGGEST NEWS OF ‘EM ALL! JIMI COOLDOWN OF JAMROCKERS FAME IS ENTERING THE XHF RUMBLE, BABY!!! YOOOOUUUUU ALLLLLRREAADDDDYYYYY KNOOOOOOOOOWWWWW—”

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Jim… the rumble was like… last week. You missed it.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“...oh.”

Jimi seemed to be a little bit disappointed by the shocking revelation he’s been given and takes a seat on the couch right behind him, letting out a sigh as Alastor shrugs his shoulders to it and looks back at the camera.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Anywa—”

VOICE
“So this be that team everyone been talkin’ bout, eh?”

The camera panned around to the door and stepping through are two new faces to the company, Jack and Hank Haggard of Dead End Express, as they walk closer towards The Jamrockers.

JACK HAGGARD
“There’s been nuthn’ but talk about these bozos called The Jamrockers and to be honest with ya? Now that I’m seein’ ya clown asses? I’ve seen shits on sticks lookin’ better than y’all. I done seen roadkill lookin’ better than y’all. And y’alls the talk of the town right now? This company done pathetic shit before it even began, man.”

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Jack’s right, boys… Y’ALL are the ones who been havin’ ya names postered around here but NOT US?! NOT DEAD END EXPRESS?! Y’all KILLIN’ US with this buuullllsheeeeeeiiiiittttt… but I tell ya, boys, since ya’ll wanna do some dumb shit here and there, how about—”

VOICE
“You shut the fuck up and let the professionals speak.”

Another interruption came and this time, as the camera pans around, the two who enter the room are two XHF Legends – PRICE and Spike Kane. They stand right behind The Dead End Express as they move out of the way and let a circle form between the three teams.

SPIKE KANE
“Look what we have here, a team of misfits and a team of hillbilly rednecks talking like they run the damn place, ain’t that just funny to any of you? Price, what do you think?”

PRICE
“I simply see four motherfuckers who think they are worth a damn here in this tag division but just not proven much like me and you, Spike… but, I know only one of us is gonna be standing at the top of the food chain and not just all three of us–”

Jack Haggard stepped up and came nose to nose with PRICE, gritting teeth and butting head with the Messiah of Hardcore.

JACK HAGGARD
“Now, I don’t know jack shit about you or ya partner but lemme tell ya sumn’. I ain’t about havin’ someone like YOU tellin’ me where I do and don’t belong, ight? So, unless you got some BALLS to be sayin’ shit without provin’ it, then how about we settle it one on one, huh? Ya wanna do that? Ya got balls on ya to talk that talk and walk that walk?”

Jack spat right into the face of PRICE, which engaged Spike to pounce, but PRICE held him back and pushed him away from Jack as he stepped up to the man and wiped the spit right off of his face.

PRICE
“Reeeallll fuckin’ lucky that I’m in a good mood tonight… but in two weeks, boy? I’m wiping the fuckin’ floor with you.”

PRICE and Spike soon exit the room and leave The Dead End Express and The Jamrockers to themselves—but, soon enough, it was the Dead End Express who also left the room and was left with just the Jamrockers all to themselves. The camera panned to them as they both held onto bags of popcorn with some retro 3-D glasses over their heads.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Man… I’M PUMPED UP… I AM REAAADDDYYYYY!!!!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Go get ‘em, Touchdown man!”

The two dropped their bags of popcorn onto the floor and exited the room, leaving the feed to fade to the ringside area once again and showing Jimi Cooldown finding his way to the booth again.

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We pan around the cheering IPW audience as the ringside crew sets up for the next match.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well, folks, we are gearing up for our next contest which looks to be a- oh, what’s happening here?”

The camera cuts to backstage where an exasperated security detail stands outside a door to one of the dressing rooms. One rolls his eyes as a gesture is made to him off-camera. He leans forward and knocks on the door.

SECURITY
“Touchdown. It’s time.”



Alastor Touchdown slams open the door to the hallway and exits the dressing room, yelling like a wild animal and punching himself in the head as he turns and walks alongside the security detail out of the backstage area.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“W-what in the goddamn.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Not lacking confidence or pizazz is Mr. Touchdown tonight!”

The fans seem to be more receptive of the entrance, laughing and cheering as Touchdown walks stone-faced - though he does take a moment when rounding a corner to show off the “Jamrokers: 1/IPW: 0” shirt he’d worn in his promo as well as tonight.

A smattering array of sparks begin flying out at the entranceway, Touchdown stopping and standing amongst them on the ramp for all of a few seconds before marching forward. Still yelling and throwing his head around like a maniac.

CASEY KINCAID
“I-introducing first… wrestling out of ‘Boogie Street’, New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventy-two pounds… HE IS “THE KEEPER OF THE STREAK”, THE “IPW MOMENT OF THE NIGHT” AND TONIGHT HE ASKS: “WHO’S NEXT!?”… ALAAASTOOOOOOOOR TOOOOOOUCHDOOOOOWN!!!!”

“TooooouchDOWN!”
“TooooouchDOWN!”

Whether ironically or sincerely, the crowd gets in on the act. Chanting Touchberg- TouchDOWN’s name like he is some sort of unstoppable monster. Touchdown pays this no mind - nor the announcer again not listing off all of his endless nicknames. Instead he paces back and forth once entering the ring, frothing and snorting while he stares at the entrance way for JUDITH.

JIMI COOLDOWN
Pretty Judy might think that my main man "Cool Cat" Alastor Touchdown is just a joke.  But, she's about to realise that Alastor Touchdown is the storm that is approaching!

CHLOE HARTWELL
S-storm that is approaching?

JIMI COOLDOWN
You heard what I said. Ain't no THANG.  The cream always rises to the top!  And Touchdown is boutta BURN Judy with that white hot cream.

"BOOGEYMAN" by TERRORBYTE ft Spencer Charnas begins to play, the stage fills with smoke. A few moments later, JUDITH comes stalking out from backstage through the smoke and stands at the top of the Ramp with a 'Michael Myers' mask over her face. For a moment, JUDITH looks out at the crowd before pulling off the mask. Suddenly JUDITH raises her leg up high; stomping it loudly against the stage which causes orange lights to flicker around the arena.

CASEY KINCAID
"And his opponent, from Haddonfield, New Jersey... She is The Essence of Evil... JUDITH!!!"

Filled with conference, JUDITH moves swiftly down the ramp with a hard grip on her mask; ignoring the fans as her eyes are glued to the ring. Reaching the ring, JUDITH makes her way to the side to jump up onto the apron and quickly grabs onto the middle rope with her free hand, hanging from it with her head hung low and the other hand gripping the mask, showing the camera. With that, JUDITH leans back and makes her way through the ropes and to a turnbuckle before climbing up it and posing at the top of it as orange lights still flicker around the arena. Smirking to herself, JUDITH would then hop down and crouch down in her respectable corner, placing the Mask near her post as she stares down Alastor.



MATCH THREE — INFINITE POWER QUARTER FINALS
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN vs JUDITH

DING! DING!

The match starts out hot with both Alastor Touchdown and JUDITH going toe to toe with offense.  The two being chain wrestling as Alastor Touchdown smugly plays to the crowd after every reversal.  When JUDITH reverses him, he instantly plays to the ref asking to disqualify her for cheating.  More back and forth as the two stay evenly matched.  Touchdown sends Judith down to the mat with a leg sweep and as he steps in closer to her she hits him with a Capoeira Kick and nips up.  Alastor hits the ropes and Judith attempts a big boot that is caught getting hit instead with a step over spin kick.  Both opponents are down as the referee begins a 10 count.  The fast pace beginning of the match has the crowd whipped into a frenzy as they start changing.

I C DUB!
I C DUB!
I C DUB!

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Yeah Baby! Icey Dubs on our rides!"

Both Touchdown and JUDITH are able to answer the 10 count and go back to exchanging blows.  Touchdown gets the advantage and begins mounting some serious offense of JUDITH.  He is talking trash to her the whole time, going for a pinfall after almost every move no matter how insignificant it is.  Arm drag? Pinfall and an incredulous look on her face that she kicked out at one.  Possibly a bit embarrassed by the pin attempts, JUDITH fires back with her own offense making sure to wink at Cooldown who keeps pretending like he is going to get up before remembering he can't be involved in the match.  JUDITH gets Alastar Touchdown into a full nelson hold and he motions to the crowd that he has an idea and shushes them before looking at the ref.

ALASTAR TOUCHDOWN
OWW! Ref! She's pulling my hair!

The ref steps in to check the hold and while distracted, Touchdown kicks his left leg back, low blowing JUDITH.  He taps his head again to show off he mental prowess. He smiles and turns and is met with a thunderous right, then left, then right.. then JUDITH fakes a jab with her left and TRICK-OR-TREAT! Judith goes for the pin after the big boot.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

KICKOUT!!!

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Whoa oh! Balls of steel that broad... but honesty that boot can't keep my good man down!"

JUDITH picks Alastor up, definitely by his hair this time, and drags him over to the ropes so that he's screaming in pain to Jimi up in the booth.  JUDITH smiles menacingly.

JUDITH (off mic)
"Do you think you prepared him enough for everything I'm going to do?"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Hey, you let him go right now!"

JUDITH throws Alastor Touchdown down to the mat and bounces off the rope before hitting Touchdown with a Jumping knee drop.  She goes for another close fall, but Touchdown just gets a shoulder up.  She beings walking around him kicking him and stomping at him.  

SMASHING PUMPKINS
(Multiple stomps while circling a fallen opponent)

The ref steps in and breaks up the stomp fest to check on Alastor.  Touchdown begins to try and pull himself up on the refs leg.  He gets to a knee before out of the corner of his eye seeing JUDITH coming off the top ropes with a MISSLE DROPKICK.. to the ref!  Right before impact, Alastor Touchdown was able to pull the ref in the way.  Touchdown rolls out of the ring and looks under the apron.  He grabs a kendo stick and slides it into the ring before continuing the search.  He finds a trash can and holds it up to the crowd who begin to ooh and ahh.  He tosses it into the ring and looks again and pulls out a table.  As he bends down to lift it up, he is caught around the neck with the kendo stick.  JUDITH is leaning through the ropes choking Alastor with the weapon.  She pulls and drags, pulling him up on the apron.  Alastor struggles, and fights, before finally sitting down to the apron, the suddenness of the move sending JUDITH neck first across the top rope, sling shotting her back.  Alastar gets up, holding his neck and fighting for breath and climbs the ropes.

ALASTAR TOUCHDOWN (off mic)
"QUADRUPLE MOONSAULT!"

Alastor closes his eyes and prepares for the most amazing move IPW has ever seen and BAM! JUDITH is able to quickly get to her feet and throw the trash can at Alastor, knocking him off the ropes and down to the mat.  She picks him up and swings at him, but Alastor catches her arm and hits a Arm-trap German Suplex before nipping up and hitting a Standing Shooting Star press.  Alastor lifts her leg into a cover.

No ref...

He gets up and looks at the ref, then back at JUDITH.  He smiles realizing he is now in control of the match.  He slides back out of the ring and sets up the table from earlier on the outside before going back under the ring and sliding out a 20 FOOT LADDER!

Alastor sets the ladder up before going back into the ring and dragging JUDITH outside.  He sets her up on the table before ascending the ladder.  As he gets to the top, the crowd is cheering madly but the ref comes to.  He looks at the scene and begins shouting and admonishing Alastor.  Alastor is shouting back.

ALASTAR TOUCHDOWN (off mic)
"What? I wasn't going to do anything! I'm just admiring Miss Judy from up here!  Scouts honor!"

This gives JUDITH time to slide off the table and climb back into the ring.  Alastor looks upset as the referee begins a 10 count.  Alastor stands up on the ladder, now a good distance above the ring and does a back flip landing in the ring.  His leg buckles a bit though as he screams out in pain.  He hobbles around holding his leg and the ref slides in to check on him.  He says he is ok an waves the ref off but with the first step he almost drops to a knee again.  The ref comes back but Alastor waves him off again.  JUDUITH has had enough and steps in and puts Alastor into a powerbomb position.  As she lifts him up, Alastor is able to grab a handful of hair on the way up, immediately pulling her back down into a small package pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

CASEY KINCAID
"The winner of this match, by pinfall... ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN!!!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"I can't believe it, what a cheap move!"

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Ooooh WEEE! My boy has the SMALLEST SMALL PACKAGE IN ALL OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"And with that I think we need to take a break"

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WITH A WILD SHOW IN THE BOOKS, INCLUDING MATCHES LIKE DANNI ANDERSON vs TOMMY STRYCHNINE AND THE MAIN EVENT OF NOMAD vs POENA – AND A SPECIAL DEBUTING STAR TO THE COMPANY – CHECK OUT ALL THE WILD ACTION MISSED ON TAPOUT WRESTLING III: NOMAD VS POENA!



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Recorded earlier in the day, the scene opens up from a press conference featuring Irina Sokolov. To her right, Joshua Rotunda sits at the table beside her. While she isn’t too bad at the English language, she still struggles to understand some words and finds it hard to compose herself. So, Joshua is there to help get her by and make sure she’s doing the right thing. Reporters and journalists from several news outlets fill the area as they await Joshua’s words.

JOSHUA ROTUNDA
First and foremost, we want to thank everyone for coming out this afternoon. As we saw last IPW show, Irina Sokolov put on an impressive performance against Leo Reza. However, Reza’s efforts, while valiant, proved to be unmatched by Irina. In the end, Irina proved to be the better opponent of the night. Thus, she moved on in the tournament. Tonight, we welcome any and all questions you may have for The Bird of Prey, Irina Sokolov.

The cameras flash and the sound of some journalists typing can be heard from their cellphones and laptops. Irina leans forward, arms resting on the table as Joshua points out one of the reporters ready to ask questions.

JANE WATSON
Irina, Jane Watson from ESPN here. How does it feel to have such an important win in your debut?

IRINA SOKOLOV
It was no easy feat, Leo Reza was a formidable opponent. But, his best fight was not enough to topple me. I respect him for trying and I cannot wait to see what great things he will do. The pure feeling of excitement after my hand was raised in victory is hard to put into words. My win was not something that was just for me. It was for my sister, it was for Joshua, it was for my family. That alone means miles more than anything else.

SEAN ROSS SAPP
Sean Ross Sapp of Fightful.Com, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on the other contenders in the tournament so far? Regardless of win or lose status.

IRINA SOKOLOV
What is there to say about them? Everyone wants the same thing at the end of this all. We all want to be the one to walk out at the end with the gold in our hands, around our waist, over our shoulder. But, the fact of matter is, only one of us can be the true victor in the end. To the winner goes the riches and the riches just so happen to be a shiny championship. But, it means a lot more to me than to be just another championship. Whoever holds the championship will be the top face in the company. They will carry a large target on their back and that kind of pressure can make or break you.

As the press conference goes on, reporters bombard Irina with far too many questions for her liking. But, she does her best not to show an ounce of frustration. The shaking of her leg is signal enough that she’s had enough of it. Joshua offers a small smile to everyone in attendance from his spot.

JOSHUA ROTUNDA
We’ll take one more question before we head out.

Joshua points to a familiar reporter to him, someone who is a well-known name in professional wrestling journalism.

DAVE SCHERER
Dave Scherer from PWInsider. Do you have any words for Cross Recoba and your upcoming match against him?

Irina seems to take it in for a moment, gritting her teeth with a gentle and audible sigh. Composing herself and her thoughts, she shakes her head.

IRINA SOKOLOV
Cross Recoba is an arrogant man, though most of them are that way. Some can back it up, and I am not afraid to admit that Cross Recoba can back up his words. There is distinct size difference between the two of us, which can be a bit unsettling for others. But, size does not always matter when it comes to something like this. I have not been at this as long as a well seasoned ring competitor. But, I have been at this long enough to know that I need to have eyes everywhere. I know the ins and outs of the ring, I know enough to get me by. I get better each and every single time I step into the ring. If Cross Recoba thinks that I won’t give him a run for his money, then he is sorely mistaken.

Joshua waves off the next reporters who stand ready for questions, though carefully ushers Irina to her feet. As Sokolov stands up to leave, having fulfilled her media duties for IPW. A voice can be heard from the back of the room.

VOICE
Do you really think you’re going to be able to do what you did to Leo Reza?

The camera pans to show two men in suits standing either side of a newly wall-mounted television. Appearing on the screen is Cross Recoba, live from The Sands Casino. In the background, ring workers and agents can be seen helping to set up the ring for Tap Out Wrestling 3: NOMAD vs Poena. He smiles and adjusts the lapel on his suit blazer, the HCW Diamond title draped over his shoulder before speaking.

CROSS RECOBA
I should applaud you, really. You see, you’re within one match of being able to see the IPW Openweight title. Just one match and you’ve got yourself into a title match, one that you could see as a reward for the time and effort you put in. The miles not just from where you call home but that you’ve put on your body to get here…unfortunately, I’m a realist - call it an occupational hazard.

The assorted journalists fill the silence of Cross’ pause with the clacking of their keyboards as they note down the post-script of the conference.

CROSS RECOBA
When you were in that ring with Leo Reza, you made Jason Long and Infinite Pro proud…you had a war out there! You went toe-to-toe with your opponent and you came out of it with your hand raised and I couldn’t help notice that those around the monitor were impressed, as if they’d found a diamond in the rough, untouched and unseen by anyone else on the XHF Network. I’d love to say I was one of them but…

Cross smiles to himself.

CROSS RECOBA
I’ve never been the greatest at bluffing. What I saw when I watched the match, and believe me this is still true on the second and third viewing, is you making a meal out of a match that you should have put down so much sooner. You won because Reza went for the Hollywood finish. You won because you faced someone who was wrestling less for the win and more for his highlight reel. Do you think when we face off in two weeks time that you’re going to see me go to the top to do any kind of flip? Do you think when we face off that I’m going to give you as easy a ride as Leo went and gave you?

Cross pauses momentarily to approve a show detail.

CROSS RECOBA
You might be great in a few years but right now? You’re unpolished, you can’t read a match as well as you need to. I’m sure you saw my show-stealing performance in the Main Event. I’m sure that you saw me take down someone who is lightyears ahead of you at your own game in Reckless Jack. You’ve answered every question from the journalists in that room tonight but the one question I know you haven’t answered is one you need to ask yourself...How am I going to take down someone who knows every inch they can gain inside that ring? How am I going to cope with someone who will have no issue putting a chokehold on me and then when the ref asks him to stop, he kneels across my windpipe as he protests his innocence?

Recoba can feel himself hitting a stride.

CROSS RECOBA
I’ve read the press on you, you’ve got heart…you’re out there in the small hours training and trying to perfect your craft but time isn’t on your side. Pure biology isn’t on your side, how much are you giving up when you face me…an even hundred pounds? When that bell rings you’re not going to be able to dictate the fight like you did against Leo, you won’t be able to force your will. Last time out against Jack, I made him tap out but for you? If my words haven’t gotten through to you then maybe, just maybe, when you look at the lights and hear the pounding of the referee’s hand for the third time after I’ve dropped you with the Up All Night in Dakota piledriver…maybe then you’ll realise that hard work will only get you so far in this business!

The screen fades into a dot in the center before going black.

The final shot can be seen showing a slightly irate Irina Sokolov, who is cursing in Russian and glaring daggers at Joshua as if he’s the reason for her frustrations. The pair head out of the space, leaving reporters and journalists behind as the scene slowly fades out.

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DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And now, we’ve finally made it to the very end… it’s main event time! This match has been noted within the lead up to be something that’s been years brewing since their last encounter with one another. The two have scrambled with one another for the Victory Pro Women’s Championship before and it was Ana Somnia who walked out of it with the championship in her hands…”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“But, since then, the two have become major stars elsewhere from where they began and have both become champions in their own rights—but tonight, it’s all about proving one another that they can still beat the other. And what a better way for the two to meet than the first round of the Infinite Power Tournament?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Money’s on Ana… she’s def’ winnin’. I just have that feelin’. Definitely not because I just stan her.”



The lights in the arena go down as 'Trouble's Coming' begins to play out through the aforementioned speakers. Alternating blue, white, and pink spotlights flash on the entrance ramp, and we get quick flickers of opponents being dropped on their heads and getting dropped by strikes interspersed with flickers of beer cans opening;

I GAVE MY KNUCKLES A RUN FOR THEIR MONEY
SPIDER WEB CRACKS ON THE MIRROR,
I SEE SOMEONE, BUT NOT SOMEBODY.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD...

The tron continues to go as smoke billows from the entrance ramp, and we get a glimpse of a silhouette for a moment, backlit by a blue and pink light.

I LET THESE DEMONS TAKE HOLD AND CHOKE ON ME
CAN'T FILL THESE HOLES I'M DIGGIN'
CAN'T STOP MY HEART WHEN IT'S SINKIN'
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD, THEN I WOULD.
IF I COULD…

The silhouette gets hyped up with the music, and the crowd presumably rises to a crescendo as they do so.

...YOU DON'T THINK I WOULD PRETEND?
TROUBLE'S COMIN' BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW WHEN
THAT'S THE VOICE THAT I CAN HEAR IN MY HEAD.
I HEAR IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Liz breaks from the smoke as the chorus starts, throwing both middle fingers up in the air before letting out a joyous scream with the crowd. She reaches into her jacket pockets and throws a few beers to crowd members before cracking one herself and taking a massive swig, and hurling it at the ground. She leaps forward and knee-slides toward the ring, before rolling through.

I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
I HEAR TROUBLE COMING.
OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Liz flings herself forward and leaps up onto her apron, before rolling over the ropes and into the ring. She poses.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty-five pounds… SHE IS FUCKERY AUTOMATIC… THE BRICK SHITHOUSE… LIIIIIZZZZZZ KAAAARRRRLLLSONNNNNNNN!!!!”

Karlson plays up the introduction as it plays out, before getting to her name and pointing a finger at her face, screaming “THAT'S ME! THAT'S FUCKING ME!” to the nearest camera.

YOU MAKE ME VICIOUS!

WATCH AS I MAKE THE PAIN MY MISTRESS!
YOU CAN CALL ME MISS MALICIOUS,

I'LL DRESS YOU UP IN STITCHES;
NO, I CANNOT RESIST THIS!

“Vicious” by Halestorm kicking through the P.A. demands the attention of every fan in VENUE HERE as an enveloping arterial red lighting overwhelms the entire venue. Pandemonium courses through the capacity crowd while a thick fog pervades the entrance stage, emphasizing the foreboding atmosphere. As Lzzy Hale's throaty, powerful vocals continue over the band’s harsh guitars and a vibrant white flashing light overtakes the arena, the Devil Herself saunters through the curtain and steps into the ominous mise-en-scène before her with the Russian flag draped over her back, her head bowed forward.

ANA SOMNIA dons a pair of black boots with arterial red laces and trim, as well as black knee pads. She, too, wears a black pair of wet-look high-rise hipsters with arterial red trim and accenting to match her boots, as well as black tape around both wrists with arterial red dorsal crosses. Above all of this, the Huntress wears a black wrestling top with a plunging neckline, made of what seems like leather on the outside with arterial red trim and accenting, as well as gold laces hanging untied from either side. The Russian Coat of Arms is emblazoned upon her top, just below her left strap. To consummate her ensemble, Ana boasts a cropped black leather biker jacket closed most of the way.

She lifts her head and lifts the flag up behind her while straightening her arms out to either side, making the flag more rigid and visible for a moment. A ringside attendant appears through the curtain to catch the flag as Somnia releases it behind her and he scrambles back into Gorilla with it before Somnia’s arms even reach her sides. The arterial red lipstick on her lips appears even more disdainful and sinister when those lips twist into a malicious sneer.

She allows her malevolent gaze to glide from one side of the venue to the other before returning her focus to center, settling her vision on the ring on the far end of the entrance ramp. Ana tilts her chin upward and draws sharp breath through her nose while twitching her upper lip in animalistic resent, baring her black MMA mouthguard—one which is inscribed in arterial red with the Russian word БЕССПОРНЫЙ for Undisputed—to the fans, soon bowing her head forward and nefariously glaring up through her furrowed brow at her theater of war ahead.

CASEY KINCAID
“And her opponent… wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty-five pounds… SHE IS THE DEVIL HERSELF… THE UNDISPUTED… ANNNNNAAAAAAAA SOMMMMMNIIIIIAAAAAAAA!!!”

The Undisputed then stomps down the ring to ringside, confidence pouring out of every imperious movement she makes. Once she reaches the foot of the entrance ramp, Somnia struts to the bottom of the steel stairs leading up to the ring apron. Hopping up and down on her toes, Somnia shadow boxes for a moment or two and then lowers her arms to a more defensive stance where she sharply cocks her head side-to-side to loudly crack her neck.

She hastens up the stairs with purpose and ventures out about halfway across the apron nearest the ramp. Sneering as she looks out on the crowd one more time, Somnia scrapes the bottoms of her boots against the apron. She rips open her jacket with a hand pulling apart on either side and leans back on the top rope with her arms stretched on either side of her, flexing her abdomen in this pose. Accomplishing this feat in one fluid motion, Somnia once again bares her mouthguard, running her tongue against the ridges of the inscription.

After smirking proudly for a moment, the Huntress suddenly unfastens the strap around her waist and hastens toward the corner, hopping up and swinging her leg over the top rope and into the ring to sit upon the top turnbuckle as if it were the top of the cage at the end of an MMA fight. She once again bares her mouthpiece to the audience while roaring imperiously and rolling her shoulders, hoisting her title high overhead with both arms.

Subsequently, Slavic Steel slides back down to her feet inside of the squared circle and hands her championship belt to the official, who passes it off to a ringside attendant to keep in the timekeeper’s area. Ana Somnia then backs into her corner, where she stretches out, limbers up, and soon champs at the bit to get this fight started as she impatiently glares up at her intended victim, awaiting the opening bell.



MATCH FOUR / MAIN EVENT — INFINITE POWER QUARTER FINALS
ANA SOMNIA vs LIZ KARLSON

The main event had begun—both ANA SOMNIA and LIZ KARLSON had shared the ring before in the past, but, this was something different and this was something that the two have been dying to get their hands on for years – each other. Somnia and Karlson began to circle around the ring and keep eye contact on one another– before Karlson rushed in with a SHOTGUN DROPKICK that sent Somnia right through the ropes and out of the ring! Karlson doesn’t even hesitate to give Somnia time to recover, heading out of the ring to walk into the corner on the apron and watch Somnia get to her feet— RUNNING KNEE OFF THE APRON! Karlson is doing everything in her power to make sure that Somnia suffers enough damage and punishment as she could dish out tonight, now throwing The Undisputed back into the ring and looking to pull off the quick finish– a FULL FUCKIN’ FORCE to the head but Somnia caught her on the step-up…

ZVER' BOMB!
( Powerbomb. )

…but Karlson counters with a HURRICANRANA! Karlson bought herself some time with it and gave some distance between the two– but it’s not enough as Ana comes in with the SWINGING BACK ELBOW right to the back of the head of Karlson! Somnia just laid there and took a moment to catch her breath, the two have been going WILD since the beginning of the match and it’s not even been two minutes in. Somnia is able to bring herself back to her feet and watches Karlson do the exact same, but only able to get to one knee as Somnia charges in with another SWINGING BACK ELBOW— KARLSON GRABS THE ARM AND SHE FIGHTS WITH SOMNIA! Karlson is bringing the arm down to the mat and continuing to fight with Somnia and her arm but she’s able to bring the arm down and drive her foot down onto the elbow with a POINTED ELBOW STOMP! Somnia rolls around in sheer pain in her elbow as Karlson charges in and lands a very stiff PUNT KICK right to the head of Somnia!

Karlson dropped down to her knees right beside Somnia– and she began to land some SHARP ELBOW STRIKES right to the head of Somnia, but she’s able to counter it and lock in the UNHOLY FIRE submission! The gogoplata submission is locked in tight and Somnia has Karlson grounded enough to keep her down, but Somnia is willing to keep Karlson down with some additional HAMMERFISTS right to the head of The Brick Shithouse! Karlson looks to be getting weaker and weaker as Somnia continued to hammer away at her head– but she was beginning to gain some movement in her feet once again and was able to bring herself onto her feet, now bringing Somnia up into the Powerbomb position– but Somnia continued the assault onto Karlson’s head with the HAMMERFISTS right to the point of her skull and it’s making her lose her balance on her feet… BUT KARLSON LANDS THE POWERBOMB AND DROPS SOMNIA DOWN HARD INTO THE MAT!

Though she looked to go for the cover, Karlson simply rolled away from Somnia to recollect herself before jumping back into the attack again– feeling the effects of those Hammerfists of Somnia’s still reeling inside of her head. Karlson used the ropes for her own leverage as she pulled herself back up to her feet and looked right over to Somnia also back onto her feet. Karlson and Somnia once again looked at one another right into their eyes before the two charged into one another and Karlson was the first to land an attack as she dropped Somnia with a BICYCLE BIG BOOT right to the jaw of Somnia and completely flattened her! Somnia, however, used the tumble to her own advantage and swept the leg of Karlson to knock her down onto the flat of her back and locking in a quick-timed OMOPLATA submission onto Karlson! Somnia kept Karlson grounded and didn’t allow her to move around at all, landing some TWELVE TO SIX ELBOWS right into the head of the Fuckery Automatic herself. Karlson continued to try and reach out towards the ropes but Somnia grabbed onto the arm and turned the submission around into a GROUNDED HAMMERLOCK hold onto Karlson. However, Somnia had a sickening plan on her mind as she pulled the arm back and continued to stomp down onto the head of Karlson before pulling the arm back and hitting the INVERTED ARMBREAKER right onto Karlson’s arm!

Somnia kept the arm positioned where she had dropped it onto her knees, using the move to her favor to create a brand new submission and have Karlson trapped in the middle of the ring! Somnia was beginning to land some REPEATED HEAD STOMPS to Karlson and she was quickly fading away from the sheer pain of both the submission and the repeated stomps to the head—but her foot was in close enough distance for it to reach out and be placed on the bottom rope! Referee Jackson Miller made sure Somnia broke the submission off before the five count but she got some extra stomps in before she finally released the hold on Karlson. Somnia walked around the ring before coming right back onto Karlson and landing some ARM TRAPPED HEAD STOMPS right onto Karlson– but she’s able to move her head out of the way of Somnia’s foot stomping down, able to grapevine her legs around the leg of Somnia and into a KNEEBAR! Karlson made Somnia drop down to the mat and has the submission on the leg locked in tight, keeping Somnia in place and in the middle of the ring as she pulled back on the leg and tried her damned best to make her submit to the submission— but Somnia is fighting, she’s fighting out of it– she’s not! She’s got something on her mind…

UZEL LOCK!
( Sambo Leg Knot. )

…and she’s got it locked in! Karlson is screaming in agony! That submission is tearing apart her calves and every bone inside of her legs! Karlson is nowhere near the ropes to break out of the submission and she’s close to submitting to the submission– Karlson grabs the head of Somnia and slams it down into the mat! And again she slams it down into the mat! And again! And again! And again! Somnia finally releases the submission and Karlson cannot even get to her knees, Somnia has put Karlson into a permanent grounded position and all she could do is to continue the attack as Karlson tries her best to keep herself distanced from Somnia. Karlson is back to her feet, just barely as she hangs onto the ropes for leverage to her balance, but that doesn’t stop Somnia from going for some SHOOT KICKS right into her calves! And now some SWITCH KICKS right into the stomach– but Karlson fires back with a SERIES OF FOREARMS! Alternating with each forearm went Karlson as she pounced at the striking opportunity and left Somnia weakened enough to push her back into the ropes as she came running right back at Karlson– SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX as she rolled Somnia over and came right behind her– deadlifting and down with the DRAGON SUPLEX and rolling her through once again for another GERMAN SUPLEX, but she clearly wasn’t done as she looked for that combination finale of suplexes… DRAGON SUPLEX AND NOW RIGHT INTO THE HIGH ANGLE GERMAN SUPLEX!

CHAIN OF FOOLS!
( Series of German and Dragon Suplexes. )

Karlson doesn’t bridge the suplex for the pin but she’s able to roll Somnia through and onto her knees as Karlson brings herself back to her feet, falling back into the ropes and charging in with her arm cocked back and LANDING A POWERFUL LARIAT IN THE PROCESS! Karlson turned Somnia inside out but she still didn’t make the cover– going for one final big-time move with the…

MAKE YOUR OWN FATE ‘20!
( Knee Lift followed by an Axe Kick. )

…A MOVE SHE’S NOT HIT IN OVER TWO YEARS AND SOMNIA IS DOWN TO HER KNEES! SOMNIA WILL NOT GO DOWN EASILY! BUT NEITHER WILL KARLSON ACCEPT THIS AS SHE LANDS SOME HARD FOREARM STRIKES RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF THE UNDISPUTED BEFORE KARLSON HOOKS THE ARMS, LIFTING SOMNIA INTO THE PACKAGE POSITION AND CHARGES INTO THE CENTER OF THE RING…

SPECIAL DELIVERY!
( Package Piledriver. )

…Karlson finally goes for the cover and folds Somnia in the pinfall attempt!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH—

KICKOUT!!!

Somnia powered out of the pinfall attempt! Karlson brings herself back to her feet, but that knee is giving her problems it seems as she looks to be walking it off– though Somnia had gotten back to her feet and in time for Karlson to charge in with the Feint Lariat attempt and turning back around for the BAKER SPECIAL— Somnia ducked–AND RIGHT INTO THE WANDERLUST—KARLSON SLIPPED FREE AND A BACK ELBOW TO SOMNIA’S CHIN! FOLLOWED RIGHT UP WITH THE ROLLING ELBOW AS SHE FALLS BACK INTO THE ROPES AND CHARGES IN FOR THE LARIAT BUT SOMNIA POPPED KARLSON UP—KARLSON WITH THE KNEE STRIKE AS SHE GOT POPPED UP! PERFECT COUNTER TO THE GO TO SLEEP AS KARLSON SWINGS HER ARM FORWARD, SOMNIA DUCKED THE ARM, BUT KARLSON COMES BACK IN…

BAKER SPECIAL!
( Feint Lariat attempt into a High Powered Northern Lariat. )

…COUNTERED! COUNTERED! SOMNIA CAUGHT THE ARM AND DROPPED KARLSON DOWN TO THE MAT WITH HER! WRAPPING THE LEGS AROUND THE HEAD!

UDUSHENIYE!
( Koji Clutch. )

SOMNIA HAS IT LOCKED IN TIGHT! KARLSON IS IN TROUBLE! KARLSON IS TRAPPED ONCE AGAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH NOWHERE TO GO! KARLSON IS FADING AWAY! SHE’S FADING AWAY! SHE’S GOING TO PASS OUT—SHE DOESN’T! JACKKNIFE PIN ATTEMPT!

ONE!

TWO—

KICKOUT!!!

SOMNIA KICKED OUT! BUT KARLSON POUNCED RIGHT TO HER FEET AND RUSHED THE ROPES! REBOUNDING! HALF LIFE BOMBER! THE PUMPING BOMBER LARIAT – PAYING HOMAGE TO HER TRAINER, GRAHAM BAKER – JUST TURNED SOMNIA INSIDE OUT! ROLLED ONTO HER KNEES!

MAKE YOUR OWN FATE ‘20!

…AND RIGHT INTO THE FINISHING TOUCH OF THE…

FULL FUCKING FORCE!
( Step Up Axe Kick. )

KARLSON DROVE THE HEEL OF HER FOOT RIGHT INTO THE BACK OF SOMNIA’S HEAD AND DROPPED HER DOWN ONTO THE MAT! KARLSON ROLLS HER OVER ONTO HER BACK—GOING FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

…

KICKOUT!!!

SOMEHOW ANA SOMNIA HAD KICKED OUT OF A FULL FUCKIN’ FORCE! KARLSON CANNOT BELIEVE IT! KARLSON IS LIVID! AND SHE’S GOING TO MAKE SURE THERE’S ANOTHER AXE KICK GOING RIGHT INTO THE HEAD OF SOMNIA—SHE CAUGHT KARLSON! MUCH LIKE HOW THE MATCH STARTED!

ZVER' BOMB!

SOMNIA ROLLS KARLSON THROUGH AND BACK UP!

ZVER' BOMB!

AND ONCE AGAIN SHE GOES FOR THE ROLL THROUGH AND BACK UP!

ZVER' BOMB!

SIT OUT VARIATION OF THE POWERBOMB! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN AS SOMNIA GOES FOR THE COVER! LEGS ARE HOOKED!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR–

KICKOUT!!!

AND THIS TIME IT’S KARLSON WHO KICKS OUT! Somnia is jaw dropped— the words of Liz Karlson were right, she was ready and she was prepared for Ana Somnia after all of those years since their last match beforehand! Somnia is slowly picking herself – and Karlson – back up to their feet before she begins to hammer away with some SOK TEE elbows right to the jaw of Karlson… Somnia was slow with her attacks but they were brutal–almost knocking Karlson off of her feet–but Karlson cocked her head back and landed a STIFF HEADBUTT right onto the jaw! But Somnia stepped up on the knee of Karlson and landed the STEP UP KNEE STRIKE right to the head of Karlson, which knocked her back and into the ropes, but Somnia didn’t give her a chance to breathe as she rushed in with another STEP UP KNEE STRIKE! Karlson is rocked heavily as Somnia grabs onto her from behind and drags her into the middle of the ring, looking for an Inverted DDT but she twists—

YUMEKIRĀ!
( Rolling Cutter. )

SOMNIA SPIKED KARLSON’S HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH THE ROLLING CUTTER, BUT SHE’S BRINGING KARLSON RIGHT BACK UP AGAIN, LANDING SOME KNEE STRIKES RIGHT INTO THE SPINE OF KARLSON BEFORE LANDING…

YUMEKIRĀ!

…ANOTHER ROLLING CUTTER THAT SPIKED KARLSON RIGHT ONTO HER HEAD! AND THIS MIGHT BE THE END OF THE ROAD FOR THE BRICK SHITHOUSE AS SOMNIA HAS THE FISHERMAN’S HOOK OF THE LEG—

CYKA SILENCER!
( Fisherman’s Lift dropped into an Implant DDT. )

SOMNIA ROLLS INTO THE PINFALL ATTEMPT, HOOKING BOTH LEGS OF KARLSON!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

…KICKOUT!

THIS TIME IT’S KARLSON WHO KICKS OUT IN TIME BEFORE THE THREE COUNT WOULD’VE LANDED FLUSH! SOMNIA IS FURIOUS, SHE WANTS TO PUT AN END TO KARLSON! AND SHE’S GOING FOR THE WANDERLUST CHOKEHOLD— KARLSON IS FIGHTING, SHE’S NOT LETTING SOMNIA LOCK IN THAT CHOKEHOLD! KARLSON RUSHES INTO THE CORNER WITH SOMNIA HOLDING ONTO HER—SLICED BREAD! KARLSON COUNTERED IT WITH THE SLICED BREAD AND NOW SHE’S GOT SOMNIA IN POSITION AS SHE BRINGS HERSELF BACK TO HER FEET…

SILVER BULLET!
( Running Spear. )

…AND SHE CUTS SOMNIA IN HALF! TURNING HER INSIDE OUT FOR THE THIRD TIME TONIGHT! THE FUCKERY AUTOMATIC IS LETTING OUT ALL OF HER AMMUNITION RIGHT NOW! EYEING UP SOMNIA TRYING TO RISE TO HER FEET AND UP TO ONE KNEE! KARLSON BACKS HERSELF INTO THE CORNER! SHE’S SETTING UP ONE FINAL STRIKE! THE ONE SHE NEEDS TO WIN! CHARGING IN AND STEPPING UP…

FULL FUCKING FORCE—

…

GO TO SLEEP!
( Pop Up Knee Lift. )

SOMNIA CAUGHT HER OFF GUARD WITH THE KNEE AND NOW KARLSON IS LAID OUT FLAT ON HER STOMACH– SOMNIA IS GOING FOR THE KILL AND LOCKING IN THE FINISH!

WANDERLUST!
( Rear Naked Choke. )

KARLSON IS OUT OF IT AND REFEREE JACKSON MILLER HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO CHECK THE ARM— SHE’S OUT! SHE’S OUT! ANA SOMNIA ADVANCES TO THE SEMI-FINALS TO MEET ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN!

DING! DING! DING!

‘Vicious’ by Halestorm begins to play out once again as the bell rang and Ana Somnia released the chokehold she had on Karlson, finally being able to stand over an old enemy once again and holding her head up high as Casey Kincaid makes the announcement.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… THE UNDISPUTED… ANNNNNAAAAAA SOMMMM—”

But just as Casey was about to make the announcement, Ana is dropped by a CHAIR SHOT cracking over her back… and there stood RECKLESS JACK hovering right above her, simply staring right down at Ana Somnia before his focus was brought onto the downed Liz Karlson and began to swing the chair down right to her head, landing some MULTIPLE CHAIR SHOTS TO THE HEAD! Somnia and Karlson are left downed and out by the recklessness of one Reckless Jack, but of course, he wasn’t done there as he went to pick up Karlson off of the ground and into the Torture Rack position, bringing Karlson over the chair that was right at Jack’s feet.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“JACK! JACK! YOU DON’T GOTTA DO THIS!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“...nah, I like this bit. KEEP GOIN’, JACKIE!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND, COOLDOWN!?”

Just as Reckless Jack is able to hit the RECKLESS KILLING— Karlson is dropped down onto the mat, pulled off by LEO REZA! Reza begins to fight with Jack with some ROUNDHOUSE KICKS right into the chest of Jack– bringing him into the corner and now landing the ROPE-AIDED GAMENGIRI! Reza throws Jack out of the corner and waits for him to get back to his feet, rushing in and going for the CYCLONE DRIVER—BICYCLE BIG BOOT RIGHT TO THE CHEST OF REZA! AND STANDING ABOVE EVERYONE NOW IS JUDITH! The Nightmare has arrived and she’s just laid out Reza with a clean Big Boot that sent him crashing hard into the mat!

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“This has evolved into MADNESS! The whole show has been taken hostage by just about everyone right now! There’s nothing but pandemonium happening inside of the ring and even OUTSIDE OF THE RING!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Ah man… I’m really wantin’ to jump into the pile…”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“...I really do not get paid enough for this, man.”

Reckless Jack and JUDITH are throwing hands with one another, with Jack putting JUDITH into the corner and landing a STOMPING STAMPEDE into the stomach of JUDITH–whilst Karlson finally found herself awake and pounced on the opportunity to drop Reza – but they’re all interrupted by security storming the ring to separate the four combatants and TARAH NOVA standing on the stage making sure that order is put back in and breaking off the climatic and chaotic ending to the show…



DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“AH YEAH! JUST THE MAN I BEEN LOOKIN’ FOR! I WANNA KEEP MY SPOT HERE ON THE BOOTH, UNC!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“HE WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! THE OWNER HAS JUST ARRIVED IN THE NICK OF TIME!”

The sounds of ‘Kingslayer’ erupt through the speakers and once they do, the entire National Stadium becomes unglued at the arrival of the man they weren’t supposed to expect here tonight… JASON LONG! The owner limps his way through the curtain with a stern look on his face and a microphone in his hand, the intense look in his eyes looks like he’s about to burst a blood vessel.

JASON LONG
“So… YOU WANNA RUN MY SHOW INTO THE GROUND!?”

Reckless Jack, JUDITH, Liz Karlson, and Leo Reza all look up onto the stage area and see the blood-boiling eyes of Jason Long staring right back at them all.

JASON LONG
“I wasn’t even supposed to be here but just sit back and relax whilst others do the job for me… but it seems like even then? That’s just not good enough for any of you! All four of you want to have the spotlight to yourselves once again! I understand that truly… BUT IF YOU WANT IT SO BAD YOU’VE GOT TO FIGHT FOR IT AGAIN! And, I have just the solution for all four of you. Because it's very simple, at First Contact?”

He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking once again.

JASON LONG
“ALL FOUR OF YOU WILL FIGHT FOR THE INFINITE PRO NATIONAL OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? I’LL DO ONE BETTER FOR ALL OF YOU! I’LL MAKE ALL OF YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR FUCKIN’ LIVES FOR THIS ONE! BECAUSE AT FIRST CONTACT…”

“...IT’LL BE A THRONE OF BLOOD MATCH!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“THIS IS HUUUUGEEE!!!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“WOAH, BABY!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“The Throne of Blood Match! I ain’t seen or even heard of that match on the Network since 2018! The main event of Supremacy! Jason Long has gone out of his way to make sure that all four combatants will fight for their own damned lives to become the National Openweight Champion! THRONE OF BLOOD STYLE!”

‘Kingslayer’ began to play once again as the camera cut to those standing inside of the ring, being held back by the security, as the final shot of the night shows all four beginning to shout at one another and looking to continue to fight through the crowd of security as we soon faded to black.

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