Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline XIV.

[INFINITE PRO.]

INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE XIV.



LIVE! from Braehead Arena in Glasgow, Scotland.
Sunday, February 5th, 2023.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On BT Sport 1 and FITE Plus.

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The sounds of “Fire” by PVRIS begin to play as the feed comes to life and pyro erupts along the stage, all of the LCD boards light up with the brand new Adrenaline graphics and as the pyro ends. We’re given a panoramic shot of the entirety of the Braehead Arena in Glasgow, Scotland The arena is SOLD OUT at a maximum capacity of over ten thousand fans packed inside, on their feet, and chanting. They all chant the same “AD-DREN-LINE” chant that echoed throughout the arena, but we’re soon given a camera cut to Chloe Hartwell and Luis De Leon – the two are seated at the commentary desk and smiling, giving a wave before Luis would begin to speak.

LUIS DE LEÓN
WELCOME EVERYONE! WELCOME TO ADRENALINE FOURTEEN!

CHLOE HARTWELL
The road to Discovery is truly setting in and tonight is going to be no different, if the rumours are being correct.

LUIS DE LEÓN
We have rumours now?

CHLOE HARTWELL
Oh yes, we do.

LUIS DE LEÓN
Well, we’ve got a very high stacked night ahead of us and how about this – PRICE has agreed to go the distance here tonight with himself, taking two matches, he’s double booked! We'll have more to talk about later concerning that but then we have a main event which will lead to the main event of next week. Chaos Theory vs The NOVA Empire!

CHLOE HARTWELL
And let’s not forget how PRICE is heading into that, he’s got a no disqualifications match with James Griggs Riley – no Touchdown in the arena tonight. Then, we’ve got Tommy Hate beginning his trials to see if he’ll be next on the list to become number one contender. His first challenge? Cross Recoba.

LUIS DE LEÓN
That’s going to be a big one but how about former challengers, C is back and he’s facing Pandora Rivers – a fast-rising upstart here in Infinite Pro but tonight’s opener is a treat, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve brought him in for one night against a debuting star here. OWA’s Lazarus Arjen takes on Arthur Lucideus.

CHLOE HARTWELL
It’s looking like a good night so let’s—



The scene opens up when ''Time is now'' by John Blade hit's and, the Surgeon of Thuganomics, John Blade makes his way down to the ring and grabs a mic and begins to speak to the Glasgow, Scotland. Crowd cheers Blade on in the arena.

JOHN BLADE
“Yo, yo, yo, Yo Yo, Yo, YO! what up Glasgow, Scotland I can't hear you , I said What up Glasgow, Scotland?! Yo, chill, chill, Now a lot of people talking Smack about The surgeon of Thuganomics. I'll cut each and everyone of them out of The IPW on Adrenaline.”

The crowd starts going wild at the statement.

JOHN BLADE
“Now what is this situation I keep hearing about making myself entering this match with Stefan McCain which I doubt that i might end up winning the match but I guest we just gonna have to wait in see what happens next after all I might beat him in our match at The New beginning and I declare to be the winner on The New beginning at IPW. now that's banging! Whether me or Stefan McCain that's in the ring who remains standing and will fight him in a Singles match on The New beginning at IPW.”

John Blade takes the mic to his face looking very pissed off at IPW for asking that.

JOHN BLADE
“Wait, what? You wanna know if I know what I'm getting into? You know someone , if one of us is the Winner at The New Beginning on IPW. whoever wins at The New Beginning then I will be ready for Alastor Touchdown when we have ourselves an IPW Open Weight Championship match at Adrenaline on IPW.”

“Whether Jason Long like it or not I will be at The New beginning and whenever they let me win on IPW then he better be prepared to be the final man remaining because whoever is the last man standing will earn a IPW OpenWeight Championship on Adrenaline at IPW. he has a better chance than anyone that's in the back I will be at the New beginning but that still doesn't mean he has a good chance of winning this Singles match because The Surgeon of Thuganomics is going to win this match and earn myself an IPW OpenWeight Championship on Adrenaline whenever I get to win at The New beginning and be your Last man reaming as I win The singles match and our The new beginning for a future title shot of the IPW Open Weight Championship on IPW Adrenaline.”

“Yo, somebody, better be great cause I just saw your future dawg! and You think that you can win the Singles match and bring me down! Hell Nah! I'm gonna give you an A-A , and after that you gonna be laying down like you got the flu! Now here I stand above you that when me and Stefan. comes to shove one of us will be standing out as the winner on The New beginning in our normal match and sooner or later I will become The next challenger and earn myself an future title shot for the IPW open weight World Championship as the Adrenaline and go for The Openweight World Champion on Adrenaline of IPW after The new beginning I will win the Singles match on The new beginning. Was it because you fight like a b*tch ? Or was it cause you were just an New beginning bitch! Now there's something special about John Bl, and you know what that is? You Can't See ME!”



ADRENALINE, IN MY SOUL
EVERY FIGHT OUT OF CONTROL

The sounds of ‘Kingdom’ by Downstait echoed throughout the arena and that’s when we’re met with Stefan McCain walking out onto the ramp, a very large smile resting along his face as he chuckled to himself. The music soon faded out and the only thing that’s heard was the loud laughter coming from McCain, he walked slowly down to ringside where he stopped in his tracks, being handed a microphone in the process.

STEFAN McCAIN
“Wow. That was amazing. Your words were powerful, every sentence spoken was like a poet, and you know what? You drive an amazing bargain on being the man to fight me at The New Beginning. Whilst I am sure that the owner is hyping up a big name for me, I think I found my true opponent for the next show – Big Match John Blade. Ratings will blow through the roof. There will be an influx of viewers coming in and it’ll be because of myself and you –”

But, from out of the crowd was a hooded man, he busted through the defences and went right into the ring towards Blade! STANDING URANAGE to Blade and this hooded man just wiped the floor with Big Match John within seconds! Though, his eyes soon locked directly onto McCain on the outside of the ring, slowly pulling his hood back and revealing his facial features.



LUIS DE LEÓN
“Who in the hell?”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“I have no idea who that is and the way that he’s eyeing up McCain –”

McCain was so distracted by the man staring down at him that he wasn't aware of the owner, Jason Long, walking up right behind him in casual street clothing, grabbing McCain and throwing him into the ring and right into the crosshairs of the beast of a man inside of the ring! The man grabs onto McCain in the TONGAN DEATH GRIP and he holds McCain in place as Long soon enters the ring with the same microphone that McCain held.

JASON LONG
“Stefan, you ungrateful little bastard.”

He paused for a moment, watching McCain squirm and try to break free.

JASON LONG
“I never expected you to come back soon but I should’ve known better myself thinking that Patterson wasn’t going to make a good call when I offered him that iron clad contract to be given to someone worthy, it’s seriously just a saddening shame that it had to have been you. Now, I heard you loud and clear a few weeks back and you’re looking for an answer, huh?”

Jason leaned in a little bit, coming face to face with Stefan.

JASON LONG
“I accept the match for Discovery.”

The crowd inside of the arena cheered loudly.

JASON LONG
“However, for The New Beginning in two weeks, you’ll be in your first match back. Shake off that ring rust that you might’ve been collecting after all of this time, you know? And your opponent is someone that I watched a lot when I was a split shareholder to SSW America. This, right here, is Malaki Leiato. This, right here, is a cold hearted bastard. This, right here, is your opponent for two weeks. And I’d like to see you survive against him. I really would. I don’t think you will, however, and that’s what scares me the most because I question myself about how much I will be left with when Discovery rolls around.”

He paused.

JASON LONG
“Then, it came to me: just enough to stomp your head to the mat one more time.”

The microphone drops to the mat and Long gives the nod to Leiato. The man drags McCain off of his knees and onto his feet, grabbing McCain by the arm and pulling him in to pop him up into the air! HIGH ELEVATED POP UP SAMOAN DROP! McCain gets laid out flat as Malaki Leiato stands tall over him, just staring down at the fallen man. Long was chuckling to himself as he walked out of the ring, being followed by Leiato, as the crowd tried to make sense of what they’ve just witnessed.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“I don’t believe what I’m witnessing – the owner, known notoriously as The Last Breathing Mercenary, has gained a mercenary of his own in the form of this man, Malaki Leiato.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“We heard exactly how McCain felt about the owner, this is how he chooses to retaliate – I don’t know if anything good is going to be coming out of this, not one bit.”

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MATCH ONE – OPENER
LAZARUS ARJEN vs ARTHUR LUCIDEUS

DING! DING!

The opening contest of Adrenaline would not be a technical one, as the second the bell rang, LAZARUS ARJEN charged across the ring and leapt with a HEADBUTT to the skull of the larger ARTHUR LUCIDEUS! Stunning the big man and sending him tumbling backwards into the ropes. Arjen followed it up with some stiff kicks to Arthur’s left leg that echoed throughout the arena. Not being able to get a chance to recover, Arthur tried pushing the smaller Arjen back but The King of Rats was up and charging at him again in seconds, throwing several stiff right hands at Lucideus’ face. A final shot sent Arthur to the floor, clutching his eye and howling in pain.

The referee forcibly pushed Arjen back before moving to check on Arthur to ensure he hadn’t been hit with an intentionally illegal move (which was a safe bet, given his opponent). Arthur didn’t get a second to respond as his head shot forward and his face collided with the mat with a thud as Arjen delivered a RUNNING DROPKICK to the back of his head. Despite the blunt force collision to the front and back of his skull, Arthur still tried to force himself up on strength alone, grabbing and surprising Arjen with a HIP TOSS that sends him tumbling across the ring. As Arthur gets fully upright and tries to finally get out of the starting gate, he is instead met with the shoulder of Arjen slamming into his stomach and pushing him spine first into the turnbuckles. Arthur tries throwing some forearms at Lazarus’ back but the suddenness of the attack and his awkward position leaves them ineffective. Arjen weathers the blows and delivers an ear piercing chop to Arthur’s chest, then a jaw crunching elbow, another chop, another elbow, picking up in both speed and viciousness.

UNBRIDLED HATE
(Violence Party/Alternating Chops & Strikes In Corner)

With Arthur graduating from stunned to knocked senseless, Arjen takes the chance to pull him out to the centre before delivering a STIFF DDT, spiking the head of Lucideus into the mat. Despite the torrent of the abuse, Arthur, seemingly on instinct, still tries to push himself back up. Unfortunately all this accomplishes is a sick smile on the face of Arjen as he runs the rope and collides with Arthur’s head for a second time with a BASEMENT DROPKICK.

With Arthur Lucideus down for good, Arjen sets on staying true to his word in ensuring God’s Gift to Everything doesn’t escape being “savagely ripped apart” this time. Arjen exits the ring and tosses up the apron, searching the bowels beneath the ring for his prize, emerging with a malice fuelled grin and metal in his hands. Arjen takes his time getting back into the ring, ignoring the Referee’s yelled warnings as he drags his LEAD PIPE against the steel steps, savouring the feeling of metal scraping against metal. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, Arjen glides into the ring and drops the pipe on the floor next to Arthur, picking the man up and hooking his arms for the intended finish: driving him headfirst into the pipe with his Metamorphosis DDT.

Expectedly but still thankfully, the Referee steps in immediately and pulls the pipe out of the way, but not before Arjen’s free hand grabs it. His eyes aflame, he briefly considers accepting whatever ramifications might occur from braining the referee and Lucideus with the pipe before his face contorts into a snarl. He releases the pipe and shoves the Referee back before lifting Arthur with surprising strength.

METAMORPHOSIS
(Paradigm Shift)

Instead of immediately going for the pin or even basking in his dominant performance, Arjen feels only disgust at his fallen opponent. He quickly gets to his feet and begins STOMPING the head of Arthur, mercilessly bringing his boot down The Alpha Male’s head again and again and again and again.

The Referee, already sick of The King of Rats tonight, intervenes once more. Arjen is quick to spit back that he’s not technically breaking any rules this time, shoving the Referee aside and going back to stomping Arthur’s skull into dust - who can only offer weak resistance with his arms.

A few more stomps and the Referee quickly runs over to the ropes to motion towards the bell ringer.

DING! DING! DING!

Boo’s rain down on Lazarus Arjen who paces back and forth, weighing whether or not his point has been made for the night. He retrieves his pipe and smiles, as the crowd’s hatred finally worms its way into his ears, they were no fans of Arthur Lucideus, but Arjen made no friends with the savagery he displayed tonight. Not that he’d mind, as he makes his way to the back with a full blown smile, EMT’s rushing past him to check on Arthur’s condition.

WINNER
LAZARUS ARJEN

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The feed doesn’t transition to somewhere backstage, it doesn’t stay ringside, hell, it’s not even coming from the same continent but we’ve come to the inside of an empty barn – right upon the farm of the Haggard clan in Dulvey Parish, Louisiana – and we’re met with Hank Jr., Clancy, and Jack. The three brothers seem to be huddled up into a circle, gathered around a small fire, and in the laps of Clancy and Jack were the Infinite Pro World Tag Team Championships. A sigh came from Clancy. Hank began to shake his head, and Jack stayed silent.

JACK HAGGARD
“They goin’ against us, brother.”

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“It’s all a damn conspiracy, that’s all it is, man.”

CLANCY HAGGARD
“TO HELL WITH IT, WE JUST GOTTA FIGHT ‘EM TIL THEY’RE DEAD!”

Jack raised his hand up.

JACK HAGGARD
“Nah, that’s what they want us to do. You know why? They see Clancy as someone with the weakness, him not being the known man to help – he took the same fall as Nate Pierce, he still standing but he’s hurting to this day. Hank, my brother, you still not medically cleared by them doctors they have. And I’m the only one able to stand the fuck up. They seein’ disadvantages all around.”

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Yeah, but how are we going to fight if we just stay hurting right now? You’re the only one still standing.”

CLANCY HAGGARD
“I CAN STILL FIGHT – AIN’T NO SHIT GONNA TAKE ME DOWN I SWEAR ON GOD!”

Jack begins to shake his head, but he points towards Clancy.

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“Well, shit. I can’t argue Clancy’s that mad of a fucker to get involved.”

JACK HAGGARD
“Which is why he’s perfect for the team right now. We need unpredictability.”

HANK HAGGARD JR.
“We need some motherfuckin’ prayer from God right now that’ll stop this bullshit Long keeps driving us into.”

JACK HAGGARD
“Head into the next show, defend against some bum ass losers, and then wait.”

CLANCY HAGGARD
“AND WE BEAT THE HELL OUTTA EVERYONE GETTING IN OUR WAY!”

Both Jack and Hank laugh at Clancy.

JACK HAGGARD
“In due time.”

Jack reached down to his side, grabbing an almost emptied beer bottle and taking the final gulp out of the beer before grabbing his championship belt and walking away. Hank looks to Clancy and walks out of the shot as well, leaving us all alone with Clancy as he sat there, looking down at the fire and then at the championship in his lap before we slowly faded out.

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MATCH TWO – MIDCARD
C vs PANDORA RIVERS

DING! DING!

The match begins and the two waist no time at all running towards each other, instantly throwing punches and kicks and anything to get advantage. As the aggression is obvious and this arena may not be big enough to hold it. As Pandora hits the first hold of the night, as she locks in an armbar and places her knee on the temple of C. C has not been in the ring with someone the caliber of Pandora one on one in a long time and he is looking to make an impression. C has been honing his craft for months, and is able to reverse River's moves into a submission of his own turned into a dropkick. As he begins to stomp away at River, the aggression in the match picking up as C uses the corner to help him up before reversing a running attack into an elbow drop! Rivers would get to her feet as the two would begin to land stiff slaps on each others chest, lighting up their chests with a blood red color. Eventually, C would allow him to win the fight. Using his knees to back Pandora up into the corner. This wouldn't stop Rivers from trying to take advantage, as when the ref would back C off, she would run towards C and kick out the ankle. Rivers begins to stomp away at C once again. It seems early on that no matter what C does, Pandora Rivers has an answer as she eventually hits a scoop slam on the Purifier, taking a second to pose before hitting a standing moonsault. Truly proving she is in control of this match.

Pandora steps on the fingers of C and looks into his eyes, insulting him before slapping him in the face, which sends C into a fit of rage. As he tackles Rivers down and unloads a flurry of strikes and elbows. Nearly busting open Rivers as she has to escape into the corner, which only assist her due to the referee once again pulling off C. But this time, Rivers isn't able to get the sneak attack off. As C nails a german suplex that sends Pandora outside of the ring. The battle wouldn't stop, there is too much action to be had for this match to take a break. As the two send each other into the barricade before once again trading those wicked slaps across the chest, C would be able to take advantage on the outside, sending Pandora Rivers back first into the barricade before hitting a swiss uppercut. C would quickly run into the ring and stare Pandora down, what could he be thinking?! C runs across the ring but Pandora cuts him off with a punch! Now back in the ring, Pandora hits a springboard DDT and goes for the first cover of the match for only a 1 count!!!

The in-ring action wouldn't go on long, as C rolls outside of the ring and Pandora would join him. The moment of silence would allow C to nail a superkick but as he goes for a dive off of the apron, Pandora would side step and send him crashing to the floor!! And now, it would be Pandora's turn to go for a dive. As he enters the ring and attempts to go for a diving crossbody on the outside, but C would move! Sending his opponent head first into the ring post before setting him up on the barricade and finally, C enters the ring, breaking the count as he dives to the outside onto Rivers!! The superstars are in the crowd!! As that dive had enough velocity behind it too send both C and Rivers into the crowd, both men would catch their breath before trading blows in the sea of Infinite Pro Wrestling fans. As the count continues, C realizes he needs to get back to the ring, but the distraction from the ref allows Pandora to catch C and hit an arm toss that sends both over the barricade onto the outside!

Pandora would strugglingly drag her opponent into the ring and would bring up a 'Kiss Goodnight'' to C, lining up for a Dragon Sleeper, looking to turn it into a reverse DDT! She hits it! Knocking C straight onto his back as now, Pandora scales the top rope. Possibly going for the frog splash but C would roll away before Rivers could set sail. As C gets to his feet, Pandora would once again go for the ankle. Planting the Purifier with a DDT before once again climbing to the top rope and going for the frog spalsh. But once again, C would roll away. Pandora would jump down, but this time, C would be ready as he rushes towards Pandora and tackles her into the corner. Bringing his knees to the ribs of Rivers before lifting her up on his shoulders and going for a swinging neck break, but Pandora reverses it, going for a german suplex. But C lands on his feet! C kicks Pandora in the chin but Pandora bounces off the ropes and returns the favor!! Both stumble to their knees before running at each other, once again unloading on each other with slaps to the chest as the crowd goes crazy.

Eventually, C would take advantage. Hitting a huge reverse DDT, before standing up and lining up Pandora. Looking to put away the match with his finishing move the 'Undying Wish'. But Pandora fights out of it, elbowing C to his knees. But C explodes up! Hitting multiple strikes before dragging her down and locking in a dragon sleeper! He could make Pandora tap right here! Rivers would quickly get to the ropes, but C would not let up. Stomping away at Pandora before wrapping her up in the ropes, climbing to the middle rope and dropping a knee across the leg of Pandora! Pandora rolls to the center of the ring, as the Rivers is in trouble here tonight. C goes for a german suplex, but Pandora would land on her feet. Only to be caught out once again! As C locks in a headlock before lifting her up and throwing her into the corner, hitting a huge chop! Pandora rolls to the outside onto the apron, possibly going for a springboard move, as she does! Nailing a springboard crossbody as she goes for a pin fall, only getting a 2 count. As he goes back to square one, scouting out C to learn what she has to do to put away the Purifier.

C isn't going down lightly, that we know, as he stands back up and backdrops Pandora at impressive heights!! Before Rivers can even get to her feet, C would set her up for a wicked backbreaker! C is at impressive speeds right now as he steps to Pandora and lifts her up. He goes for 'Undying Wish' but Pandora breaks away only to be headbutted by C then follows up with another headbutt. He grabs Pandora and goes for 'Undying Wish' again, but Pandora slips off his shoulders- ELBOW TO THE JAW! C IS ROCKED! GODHOOD! C'S HEAD PLANTED! COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

WINNER
PANDORA RIVERS

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The camera view fades into the Infinite Pro World Champion, MYŌJIN, seated backstage with Grace Coleman. The champion is dressed stylishly as usual, wearing an all white silk suit without a dress shirt- followed with a pair of designer shades. They seem rather bored, lightly tapping the golden main plate of the prestigious title that rested within their lap.

GRACE COLEMAN
Hello, IPW Faithful! I'm excited today to say that I have a big guest for tonight- The World Champion, themself!Thank you for coming today, MYŌJIN.

MYŌJIN
No worries, Grace. I'm happy to answer any questions that you have for me.

A confident, toothy grin briefly flashes on their face- even getting Grace to briefly falter at their suaveness, before she gave a polite smile.

GRACE COLEMAN
MYŌJIN, you have successfully defended your World title three times and will soon have a fourth defense- Though, the thing is you have no clue who it will be at the moment. A lot of the fans in recent time have been wondering about your feelings toward the situation around the number one contendership with Cross Recoba and now Tommy Hate.

MYŌJIN rolls their eyes, resting their smooth chin against their palm.

MYŌJIN
I've said it once. I've said it twice. I'll say it again- It truly matters little to me about who I face. I'm a wrestler, I'm a champion, I have gladly and will continue to gladly fight anyone that decides to step up. Though to be honest? I believe Recoba should've gotten his shot for a while now.

GRACE COLEMAN
Oh, really? Why is that?

MYŌJIN
Because it's wasting his time delaying the inevitability. It's only going to make his disappointment worse, working so hard just to lose to me as everyone else has so far. Recoba is… Well, I suppose he's a fine talent. But he's not on my level- and despite him attempting to paint himself as the big next threat to my reign, he'll just be another chapter. Simple as that.

GRACE COLEMAN
And how do you feel about the other option, Tommy Hate?

MYŌJIN simply snorts, clearly holding back an immediate laugh.

MYŌJIN
You mean the one I've already beaten? He can kick and scream, have his tantrum as long as he wants, but I'm technically and athletically superior to him in every way. Sneak attacks don't make him special, it just makes him even worse than the wannabe he is: a coward.

GRACE COLEMAN
If you had to pick between which you would face, who would it be?

MYŌJIN
It doesn't matter. I suppose Recoba because he's been whining about getting his chance, and he'd actually be someone new to face- but beyond that? A challenger is a challenger; and every single challenge I've had in this company is one that I've surpassed.

MYŌJIN turns directly to the camera, raising their belt as their laid-back expression suddenly turns stoic.

MYŌJIN
Just know that I'll be waiting for whichever wins tonight- I'll have a lot to study.

They then wink, before standing and leaving the camera's focus. Grace simply shrugs.

GRACE COLEMAN
That was quick. But as you heard, everyone, MYŌJIN is prepared for whomever steps up.

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MATCH THREE – CO-HEADLINER
THE TRIAL OF TOMMY HATE — THE FIRST TRIAL
TOMMY HATE vs CROSS RECOBA

DING! DING!

That was the sound of a bell ringing, two men stood across from one another, and The Trial of TOMMY HATE had begun. This was Hate’s first match since October of last year when he lost out on becoming World Champion, but for CROSS RECOBA – he’s been fighting everyone in his wake to step up and become the next contender to the Infinite Pro World Champion. Tonight was a test to see if Hate could hold to the standard that he set himself out to being after the end of God Amongst Men. Hate began with a HEADLOCK onto the former National Openweight Champion and doing his best to ground Cross, but The Fox wasn’t going to allow that to happen so early into the match, picking him up off of his feet and dropping him right down onto the mat with a BACK SUPLEX! There might’ve been some clear ring rust forming on Hate, Cross was all over it though as he attempted a quick transition into a new submission that he sought to break out with the LUPARA BIANCA but Hate’s able to kick away at Recoba and scramble away from trouble. Cross stumbled back a small bit but his eyes were set on Hate, dashing towards Hate and landing the RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

Hate rolled out of the ring as soon as he could, trying his best to psyche himself up and getting himself prepared to head back into the ring to give hell towards Recoba but leaving himself standing on the outside of the ring only left an opening for Recoba to seek the climax ending to this match early!

A MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!
( OVER THE ROPE LEAPING DROPKICK TO THE OUTSIDE. )

The impact of the dropkick sent Hate almost over the barricade around the ring, nearly falling into the laps of many around the crowd, but Recoba was able to grab onto him and throw him right back into the ring to try and continue with the heavy boost of momentum coming off of the dropkick. Recoba re-entered the ring with a fire in his eyes but Hate was also back up to his feet immediately after being thrown in. Recoba got right back up onto his feet but he was met with a SERIES OF STREET FIGHTING PUNCHES along with a SPINNING BACKFIST before looking to clock Recoba with the HAIL MARY but Recoba ducked and attempted a JUMPING CUTTER but to no avail – Hate pushes Recoba to the ropes and comes charging in with a LARIAT to keep Recoba down! Hate and Recoba were laid out on the floor and there didn’t seem to have been any sign of each other moving for a moment, but Hate sprung right back up onto his feet and he screamed up into the air.

“THIS IS NO YOUR MOMENT,” he roared down toward Cross before grabbing onto his head and showing some evil intent within his eyes, bringing him into position for IN THE RED but Recoba slipped free! He followed up with the RUNNING KNEE LIFT that catches Hate on the chin and he’s left stumbling for a moment, and that was a pristine opportunity for Recoba to let the trigger to be pulled. Hate’s arm was grabbed and Recoba pulled him in, landing a SNAP SAITO SUPLEX and then catching Hate along the jaw once again with another RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT to the kneeling Hate! Within seconds, Cross Recoba became the judge, jury, and executioner within ‘The Trial of Tommy Hate’ and it was about time for the hammer to be dropped down on The Enmity. Recoba dragged Hate up onto his feet and hoisted him up into the air, bringing him into position for the finish!

UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!
( JUMPING SPINNING TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER. )

The impact of the move shook the ring, Recoba put every ounce of force behind the drop, and immediately made sure the shoulders were down flat to secure this pinfall victory and place himself as the only true number one contender to MYOJIN’s Infinite Pro World Championship.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER
CROSS RECOBA.

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CHLOE HARTWELL
“We’re coming down to our last two matches of the night, ladies and gentlemen, and there’s one man who is going to be pushed to their limits within these two matches – The Messiah of Hardcore, PRICE! The announcement that shook a good few people lately when Spike Kane was medically uncleared to compete and that led to Nate Pierce without a man to help him.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“But there was, even if he was already scheduled to compete, as PRICE stepped up into the field and wanted to help out Pierce as much as possible here tonight. He’ll be heading into a war with James Griggs Riley in Riley’s debut for the company, no disqualifications and there’s no Touchdown in the building here tonight. Riley’s on his own.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Do you really think that Touchdown won’t –”



WHAT AN AMAZING TIME
WHAT A FAMILY
HOW DID THE YEARS GO BY?
NOW IT'S ONLY ME

The woman appears to be walking the halls of a manner and as Gwen Stefani's iconic voice finishes her monologue, the camera pans up to reveal more features of the woman - tall, buff and blonde, the woman is clearly none other than Bea Havertz!

CHLOE HARTWELL
“WHAT THE HELL?!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“OH MY GOD! BEA HAVERTZ! BEA HAVERTZ IS HERE!”

As her theme officially begins, Bea on the titantron dramatically opens a grand door, revealing a golden queendom before her. This prompts the arena to be drowned in a golden light and the sound of cameras clicking deafens those in the front row as a red carpet is rolled out accompanied by a series of cameramen rushing to position themselves in different places up and down the ramp and around the ring. After what feels like an eternity, a bright white spotlight shines down and Bea Havertz struts onto the stage, donning an extravagantly glamourous, floor length pink robe, an expensive handbag resting on her shoulder whilst she carries a wad of cash in her hands.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“The first episode of Aftershock saw a pump of Adrenaline mixed in with the National Openweight Champion finding himself inside of York Hall and doing commentary, but now it’s Aftershock paying the favour! The Diamond Made Dame, an icon in the making, is here on Sunday Nights!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“She’s suffered her first loss due to a backstabbing at the hands of Chelsea Wakefield but –”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Her name is just Chelsea now, Luis.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“They’re all the same, aren’t they? Insufferable cunts.”

Although the crowd boo the blonde intensely, Bea merely grins as if she is walking up to a group of adoring fans, soaking in all the attention from the cameraman who snaps multiple photos of her and the crowd from Glasgow want nothing to do with her. In a dramatic fashion, Bea tosses the cash up into the air and allows it to fall around her, the cameras snap faster and faster and Bea twirls and poses as her employees rush in to collect her cash before it becomes tainted before deciding to finally make her way to the ring.

CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… THE DIAMOND MADE DAME… BEA HAAAAAAVERRRTZZZZZZ!!!”

As she catwalks down the ramp, the bright white spotlight follows her every step and it isn't until she reaches the foot of the ramp that she shoos the cameramen away and slips off her robe, handing it to an official at ringside and barking at them to keep it safe. Gracefully, Bea ascends the steel steps and calls for the referee to open the ropes for her, the referee follows her command and Bea slips through the ropes without touching them, still wearing a wide beam. Flipping her hair, Bea makes her way to the centre of the ring and stands tall, arms out wide, and a large smile along her face as the music soon fades away. Bea takes a good look around for herself, seeing all of the fans in attendance here tonight, and watching them all boo her. A despicable act made by these Glasgowegian ‘fans’.

BEA HAVERTZ!
“Hmm. Seems like anywhere on this island is filled with missing tooth uglies.”

That made them boo even more.

BEA HAVERTZ!
“Have no fear, everyone, because it’s about time that this brand and this city is blessed with some natural beauty! I thought I’d come here to Adrenaline to see what I missed on being a part of and everything that I’ve seen around here so far? I wouldn’t even begin to think about being anywhere within a twenty-foot distance of these people around here. However, it’s about time that Adrenaline got something good to be involved with their shows, you know? And that is also another reason to be here –”



CALL OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
FOR WHEN ELSE WOULD I HEAR YOU?
FALL OUT IN THE COLD STARLIGHT
I CAN SAVE YOU IF YOU DO

The arena becomes bathed in crimson lights as the opening chords of "Call Me Little Sunshine" by Ghost echo throughout the venue. At the drop, the strobes begin to flash in whites and reds as CHELSEA saunters out onto the stage with a Steel Chair in hand and a bottle of water in her left hand.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Seems like we spoke her into existence – CHELSEA IS HERE!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“I think now would be a good time to take back what I said, I didn’t think she was watching the show!”

She dons a black leather jacket, embossed with the words "free from my chrysalis, I spread my wings", with the hood down and covering her eyes. She squats down in the centre of the stage, taking a swig from the bottle of water, before violently throwing her head back and spitting the water out in a plume of vapour, subsequently throwing the hood off her head as she takes the moment to keep her head back, letting the water grace her face as she basks in her moment as the centre of attention before she lowers her face in a snarling grin. She marches down to the ring with purpose, retrieving a black mouthguard from behind her ear, placing it into her mouth and slapping her palm against her cheek as she grits her teeth.

Chelsea paces quarter-way around the ring, sliding beneath the bottom rope into the ring with a turn in her body to do so backward dragging her item of choice in behind her. Stopping in the centre where she ascends to knees, looking over each side before she violently slams her forearm into the canvas, rising to her feet while dragging a thumb across her throat. Leaving her carried item underneath the turnbuckle, he ascends to the middle rope looking over the crowd with a grin on her face before she turns to sit on the top turnbuckle pad, eyes focused on Bea Havertz as she leaped off of the top rope and went right for Bea but she rolled out of the ring and made a quick dash around the ring to get to the entrance ramp!

CHLOE HARTWELL
“MOTHER OF GOD! CHELSEA JUST WENT FOR BEA HAVERTZ!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“No love for one another, Chloe! They completely despise one another but at least Bea was smart enough to get the hell out of there before CHELSEA could’ve hit her or any worse, broke a damn nail on her hand! Is this going to be a sign of things to come at Chapter Two in just a few nights away –”



The loud roar of a panther tears over the PA system before "King's Dead" floats through the air, loud boos of the crowd kicking up right on cue to herald Zaria Stone's arrival. Unfazed, she comes swaggering out onto the stage, a haughty smile situated on her red lipsticked lips and the condescending glare in her eyes covered by her rhinestone-studded sunglasses. She swings her calf-length braid around, stopping at the top of the ramp to give everyone a look at the intricate details of her glittery gear and custom red and gold letterman's jacket with "Stone" emblazoned across the back.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“THE HITS KEEP ON COMING, LUIS! AFTERSHOCK MIGHT BE TAKING OVER FOR THE NIGHT!”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“ZARIA STONE! THE VARSITY VILLAIN IS HERE BUT WHY?! WHY’S SHE HERE?!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“I HAVE NO IDEA BUT THIS IS GETTING GOOD!”

Basking in the hatred of the lesser lifeforms lining the aisle, Zaria saunters down the aisle, revelling in drawing the ire of the unathletic crackers in the crowd but only reaching half way as she stops right behind Bea at the bottom of the ramp. The music soon fades away as CHELSEA picks up the dropped microphone that Bea left in the middle of the ring.

CHELSEA
“Listen to me, you self-centred cunt. You could’ve taken the hit like a supposed winner you wanted to become but you’ve continued the cowardice. As much as you might not believe it to have been, there’s only one way the outcome is going to be on Wednesday night and it’s simple. I will tear into you, rip you limb by limb, and make the ring become a beautiful shade of red. Though, I am going to have fun weaning a new lip shade after the match, Bea. Havertz Red. Taste of blood will be gorgeous.”

The crowd were somewhat getting behind CHELSEA’s threats and Bea was mouthing something at the Pariah but there’s the sound of someone’s throat being cleared, that being Zaria Stone, who somehow managed to be handed a microphone.

ZARIA STONE
“... what’s happening here? What is the need for all of this and why in the hell are we just ignoring my presence around here? See, I came out here because I felt the need to speak to Miss Bea here for her choice of words. I had to come onto this brand – consistently filled with nothing but white sheets of paper everywhere I went – and wanted to show some colour around here. However, I am glad that the two of you are here right now because it’s about to get real silly up in here. I was a little bit too late to the party when I signed on the dotted line, which meant missing out on getting involved in that anime-ass sounding tournament. But I was watching the two of you last time around and I couldn’t help but laugh. I was watching one, two, three, and four lesser beings trying to scramble in a mid-off but that white on white violence took the cake. Showed me just how poor this tournament was getting when people like you –”

Zaria pointed to Bea, and then pointed to CHELSEA.

ZARIA STONE
“— and you, along with those other two, were putting on a sleeper and when I mean sleeper? It was putting my ass to sleep watching y’all. So, here’s the deal. I wanna see one of you real soon and I’m hoping that either of you are going to be walking around with the Grand Championship soon enough too. Because I’ve got that hunger, that drive, to become a champion once again and make some big time player moves. Snatching that championship from either of you two would be perfect.”



Zaria smiled as both women looked toward her waving at them, but then “Misery Business” by Cole Rolland and Lauren Babic began to play through the speakers and that signalled the arrival of Rowen and Vanessa Reckless. They stepped through the curtain and they locked eyes with Bea Havertz and CHELSEA. Zaria, however, seemed to have immediately waved it off altogether. Making her way off of the ramp and heading to the side, taking a detour around to get to the backstage area.

ZARIA STONE
“Oh, nah. I ain’t going to get myself in the middle of some basic white bitch brawl, not during Black History Month that’s for sure.”

Rowen and Vanessa began to run down the ramp and go right for Bea – looking to finish what they started and put The Prettiest Problem out of action, but she ran around the ringside area and leapt over the barricade, narrowly avoiding a swing of the chair from CHELSEA trying to cut her off. That’s when the attention of both Rowen and Vanessa turned toward CHELSEA, wanting to get their hands on her after not being able to at the end of the match almost two weeks ago. Rowen is the first to make a move and CHELSEA throws the chair right to her head! Vanessa is the next to attack and CHELSEA knocks her down with a PUMP KICK right to the jaw of Vanessa! CHELSEA grabs the chair and heads into the ring, gesturing to both women on the outside to make a move onto her but they’re backing away, heading back up the ramp with Rowen holding her head.

But, CHELSEA was oblivious of who was behind her – ZARIA STONE! She didn’t escape entirely, she just snuck around to get right behind CHELSEA! The Wakefield Pariah folded the chair outward and took a seat, keeping her eyes on The Reckless Dollz, but Zaria rushed into the ring and grabbed CHELSEA by the arms to hoist her up into the air!

MONEY CLIP!
( PUMPHANDLE SITOUT FACEBUSTER. )

And CHELSEA landed stomach first onto the spine of the chair, leaving her rolling around in the ring – wincing in pain and holding her midsection – whilst Zaria Stone stood tall over CHELSEA and then brought her attention toward Vanessa Reckless on the ramp, mouthing towards her about seeing her in a few nights.

CHLOE HARTWELL
“There’s a battle for the top spot between these five women, they all want a piece of the pie and they’re not going to stop until they do get their hands on that championship, but only three of those women can make the claim. What can be done about this?”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“I can assure you, this show isn’t where you find out but you might be able to find out on Wednesday night when Aftershock comes onto the air here.”

That’s when we fade out into a commercial break.

---

Before we even reach our main event for the night, we’ve cut backstage where Pandora Rivers stands by with Grace Coleman – there’s no expression along the face of Pandora, holding her right arm and still reeling in the effects of her match earlier in the night with C.

GRACE COLEMAN
“Pandora, there’s been a lot of questioning happening around the locker rooms with how impressive that you’ve been as of late. You came second inside of The Limitless Chamber at God Amongst Men and you then picked up wins over Ruri Kuzuhona and C. There has to be eyes on a championship in the future, maybe to a championship you tried to fight for in your debut?”

PANDORA RIVERS
“There has been no easy task for me since coming here and everyone has given me their all – a shame that there’s only been one person, so far, that’s beaten me upon my own game. Ruri was an accomplishable feat, C was an undesirable task to defeat, but I have beaten former champions and contenders to championships. If anything, I would like to believe that I’m on my way to be next in line to something – no specifics, to be exact. Though, the National Openweight Championship would be a desirable starting point.”

GRACE COLEMAN
“I would assume that a few more wins to your name and you’ll have to call your shot upon either PRICE or Alastor Touchdown?”

A glare was given to Grace by Pandora, who takes a step back away from The Absconder.

PANDORA RIVERS
“The wins, they don’t mean much to me. Though, I cannot be stopped. I cannot be put into a halt right now. And securing a placement would mean that I’ve gotten further than ever thought to have been. I would like to have a word with our newfound leader around here, speak upon the matter of securing that placement, and finding myself running faster than I have ever done –”

Pandora seems to stop her speech and look to her left, glaring heavily, before we’re given the sight of Roxie Gearheart walking into the shot. There’s a smile resting along the face of Roxie as she gives a small wave towards Pandora.

ROXIE GEARHEART
“I truly couldn’t help but to hear you wanting to be a challenger next. The National Openweight Championship has been something that I’ve brought my eyes onto for quite some time now, especially after the fact that I felt moderately screwed and corrupted out of championship placements here and there every single time. And maybe you might be right, Pan. You might’ve picked up a win here and there, you might’ve come second place in that chamber match, but inside of the ring where we’re not locked out from the outside world? I don’t think you have what it takes to beat me.”

Pandora turned right around and came face to face with Roxie, almost seemingly like it was about to kick off a massive brawl — but then another person entered the scene and it was Pandora’s opponent earlier in the night, C! He moved right in between both Roxie and Pandora and came face to face with Pandora, creating some distance between Roxie and Pandora.

C
“I’ve had a bad time lately ever since being defeated by MYOJIN and I’ve needed the challenge – tonight, you provided me that challenge that I needed but I need more, I need more to prove myself, and if we’ve got some challenge to set the gauntlet down? Then, you can be assured that I want in on that.”

??
“Listen to everyone whine and complain!”

That voice seemed familiar but it wasn’t very clear as to who it was, until they showed up coming into the left hand side of the shot, it was the returning BIANCA! She was back and looking better than ever!

BIANCA
“How repulsive does everyone need to be in order to claim themselves as a future star? Unlike some of the people here, there’s only one who’s been proven to be a champion and a well-deserving one at that too. That would be me. And the only thing that had stopped me in the past was being struck and put on the shelf for some time, then returning to Japan to let myself be rebuilt, so now? I’m here. I’m back. And all of you? No, none of you are getting my placement because The Top Tier always calls her shot at the right time and the right place –”

This time, it was BIANCA getting interrupted and the person interrupting her? None other than the General Manager of Adrenaline, Matthew Patterson. His cold stare went to all four combatants in the area, but there was something that came out of Patterson that took people by surprise. A small chuckle.

MATTHEW PATTERSON
“You four seem to drive a hard opinion on one another and you four seem destined for the exact same thing, a championship opportunity. However, we do things a little bit differently around here but I can be persuaded a little bit differently for this particular case. I’ve had the honour of watching all four of you compete within the past couple of months of being here, I’ve had the privilege of being known for how great you all are so I feel the need to reward all of you generously. Though, that doesn’t mean that all of you will be fighting for your opportunities. I’ve had the idea of making a match at The New Beginning that showcases some of our fresher talents and shows everyone who is really ready to begin their own beginnings here.”

A pause.

MATTHEW PATTERSON
“And then, I realised that we’ve got too much already put onto the show. We cannot afford to head into the dead hours of the night in two weeks with all of the matches that we have. So, in order to make things right, I’m making this plan be made for Discovery – our final show of the season and our one year anniversary show for Infinite Pro Wrestling – to make it a showcase to a new beginning here with all four of you. Pandora Rivers, C, Roxie Gearheart, and BIANCA. Two falls to a finish. Whoever is the first to secure those two falls, they will become the next contender in the new season for the World Championship. Whoever comes second to secure those two falls, they will become the next contender to the National Openweight Championship. And the final two who didn’t make it? They will be rewarded with a future Tag Team Championship match.”

The crowd inside of the arena are cheering loudly for the match announcement, all four of the combatants are looking to one another knowing just how high the stakes are.

MATTHEW PATTERSON
“Unlikely pairings, friends and foes on all four corners, but everyone will be rewarded for their fight. It’s only the question of who wants which one more? That question will be answered at Discovery. Best of luck to all four of you.”

Patterson leaves the four to glare at one another as we seem ready to fade out back into the ring– but we don’t, just yet, because Patterson comes back around and comes face to face with BIANCA.

MATTHEW PATTERSON
“Oh, before I leave. Welcome back, BIANCA. It’s great to see you amongst the living once again considering that it didn’t look good for you the last time you were around here. You seem like someone that’s born ready to fight. So, I want to give you an equal fight. In two weeks, at The New Beginning, you will face the World Champion one on one. Non-title bout. Let’s see if you can keep up that reputation.”

BIANCA nods her head in agreement and walks out of the shot, as does Patterson before we soon fade back to the ring for our second headliner.

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MATCH FOUR – CO-HEADLINER
NO DISQUALIFICATIONS — ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN BANNED FROM ARENA
PRICE vs JAMES GRIGGS RILEY

The bell rings, and both wrestlers aren't wasting any time! Like two gladiators, they charge at each other! From the get-go, there is no stopping or slowing down! Price and James collide with a barrage of PUNCHES and FOREARMS hitting each other as hard as possible! Shot after shot is traded between them! However, there are no disqualifications, and as such, the referee doesn't make any attempt to separate the two competitors! Price and James take the fight all around the world inside the ring. Rope to rope, corner to corner, they brawl until their fight leads them to unintentionally spill to the outside! They get back up, locking eyes with each other. The war rages on as they come to a head, once again coming to blows! The fans cheer, eager to see just how far these two are willing to go to hurt each other!

With how hard James and Price were hitting, they didn't need any weapons. Both men were already showing signs of blood! James' nose sees some trickle of red while Price spits some blood at him! James shoves him away and comes in, looking for a CLOTHESLINE! Price ducks! He turns and closes in with a BIG BOOT, but James is able to have that scouted! A kick to the gut finally levels the Messiah of Hardcore! With him momentarily stunned, James grabs him by the head and stands him up!

PROBLEM SOLVED!
(Standing Lariat.)

BUT NO!! PRICE GRABS THE ATTACKING ARM!

James is immediately caught off guard with a series of ELBOWS directed right at the trapped limb! He pulls away, checking on it. From behind, Price grabs him by the waist! He lifts him up! GERMAN SUPLEX-- NO!! James is able to bring his weight back down and DECKS Price with an elbow! James slips behind and goes for his own GERMAN SUPLEX, but Price doesn't budge! He shakes his head and laughs! He STEPS on James' foot and goes behind! James doesn't relent! He switches positions! Price switches over behind him! Both men slip out of each other's hold before Price breaks the cycle with a SPINNING ELBOW! With how much they moved, Price notices that they're right by the barricade. He gets James in his grasp once again... GERMAN SUPLEX! The back of JGR'S head collides with the barricade! He clutches his head in pain! Price goes over and stomps down on him, over and over again! James is able to cover up to avoid some of them, but it's clear that Price is beginning to overwhelm him! He eventually backs up and directs his attention to underneath the ring. He looks through it... and PULLS OUT A STEEL CHAIR! The fans go nuts! Price stalks his way over to James. He readies the chair! He swings-- and MISSES! James rolls out of the way, and as he's down, he KICKS at Price's shin! He drops to a knee! The Fixer is able to avoid disaster, and now, he gets up and takes the chair away from him! He readies the weapon and takes a wild swing! HE MISSES! Price pops up and CLOCKS HIM WITH THE KNEE LIFT! The chair leaves James' grasp. He grabs him and turns his attention over to the steel steps! HE THROWS JAMES INTO THEM-- NO!! JAMES SPINS, USING THE MOMENTUM TO TURN IT AGAINST PRICE, AND THE MESSIAH OF HARDCORE GOES CAREENING INTO THEM!! He howls out in pain!

James pursues him. Mounting Price, he starts to CLOBBER him with HAMMER FISTS. Price does his best to cover up, but those shots are still making their way to his face! James forces him up and RAMS him back-first into the steel post! Price favors his back. However, there is no moment of reprieve for him. JGR grabs him and once again RAMS his back against the apron! Price gets rolled inside of the ring. James slides in and quickly gets the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

James doesn't waste a moment despite the kick-out. He gets Price up on his feet. Stiff punches and elbows make their mark on him! Price suddenly spins, looking for a backhand, but James kicks his hand away! CLOTHESLINE! Price gets floored! JGR stands tall and rains down a series of stomps onto him! Once he's done, he gets Price up and brings him into the corner! BACKHAND CHOP! ANOTHER CHOP! Price is in trouble! James backs up and comes back in, landing with the CORNER SPLASH! As Price stumbles out, JGR hits the ropes. On the rebound, he seeks a DISCUS LARIAT-- but PRICE COUNTERS WITH A LARIAT OF HIS OWN! James almost falls down! Price goes to him and starts firing off with MACHINE-GUN CHOPS lighting his chest up! James tries to push him away, but that nets him an UPPERCUT for his troubles! Price grabs him and slams him down with the SNAP SUPLEX! JGR sits up. From behind, Price hits the ropes and catches him with the BASEMENT BIG BOOT! He keeps up his attack with an ELBOW DROP to the face. As James grimaces, the Messiah of Hardcore steps back and comes up into the air... KNEE DROP! JGR gets covered up!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Price doesn't let the kick-out bother him. He gets up and rolls out of the ring. In his line of sight is the steel chair from earlier. He gets it and comes back in. He walks over to James and HITS HIM with it! James winces in pain! Another hit with the chair lands! Then, Price places it on his chest. Looking over at the corner, he decides to climb it. It isn't a territory he often enters, but tonight, he's gonna have to pull out all of the stops if he wants to win. Intent on inflicting a lot of damage, he scales to the middle rope. He sees James and makes sure he's in his crosshairs. Up in the air Price goes, looking for the DIVING LEG DROP! However, he's met with nothing but the mat as JGR rolls away, narrowly avoiding disaster! Price grimaces in pain, but works his way up. He hobbles over to James who manages to stand. He fires a punch, but it gets blocked! James catches him with a DISCUS ELBOW! Price stumbles. James scoops him up and lifts him into the air... JACKHAMMER! RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!! The fans can be seen visibly cringing as Price howls out! However, James isn't done. Far from it. He stalks him, getting him up. Price is thrown into the corner. James follows him and rushes in! SPEAR! Price gets the wind knocked out of him! James backs up and catches him, throwing him over with the BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! PRICE HITS HIS BACK ON THE STEEL CHAIR YET AGAIN! He tries to roll away, but he gets caught and pinned!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-- SHOULDER UP!

James frowns but decides to keep up the pressure. FOREARM SHOTS riddles Price's face, causing more blood to come out of his mouth. James forces him up again only to send him down with a RING-RATTLING SPINEBUSTER! James mounts him and doesn't let up! He starts his attack!

GROUND POUND BEATDOWN!

Price's defense can hardly keep him safe! By the time James is finished with that brutal storm of hammer fists and elbows, he looks loopy. James, usually cold and aloof, can't help but have a smirk on his face. He rolls out of the ring and searches underneath it. He pulls out some chains! The fans boo as he slides back in. Wrapping them around his fist, he starts to batter Price with more grounded punches! Soon, a cut opens up on his forehead! James doesn't stop until blood comes and paints his face! Price struggles to get up. With JGR standing tall, he gets him up and tosses him into the corner. He scales the turnbuckle. Fastening the chains. He raises his fist and it brings it down, striking Price over and over again! One! Two! Three! Four! Five-- LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW! PRICE GETS JAMES RIGHT WHERE IT HURTS MOST AND HE FALLS BACK! All is fair and love in a no-disqualifications war! James groans while Price slinks down, wiping off the blood from his face. JGR manages to stand back up, and he stares daggers right at him! He runs in for a KICK-- MISSES! Price rolls away, pops up, and takes him down with a NECKBREAKER! A second wind catches him now that he is able to get him down.

Price rises to a knee. He stands and works his way over to his opponent. He clutches him by the head and gets him with some KNEE STRIKES TO THE FACE! Those knees then transition into outright KICKING! They start off slow at first, but then they pick up in pace! James slumps down more and more before Price ends it all with a CURB STOMP! With him out, Price yanks the chains away from him and mounts his back! CAMEL CLUTCH WITH THE CHAINS WRAPPED UNDERNEATH HIS CHIN! James instinctively tries to reach for the ropes but remembers that there are no DQ's! He does everything he can to try and escape, but Price doesn't let up! In fact, he uses his right hand to keep a grasp on the chains while his left-hand BATTERS him in the face! Punch after punch lands uninterrupted! James' nose starts to bleed profusely! Eventually, Price lets go. He takes some deep breaths and exits the ring. Stumbling about, he goes underneath and takes out a table! The fans go crazy! Chants of 'TABLE!' rings out all throughout the arena as Price sets it up on the outside. He looks at it and gives it a few slams with his hands.

He slides in, but upon entry, James slides over with a KNEE! Price goes down as James grabs his head and assaults him with more knees drilling into his head, keeping him trapped in the grounded front face lock! With the grasp on Price, he yanks him up and sends him crashing down with a SUPLEX! He sits up and checks on his nose. Taking some breaths, he stands. Price starts to crawl but gets caught by JGR who latches on to the waist of his bands. He yanks him up and grabs onto his arm, trapping it!

THE FIX!
(Armtrap knee strike.)

Price is down! James goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- KICK OUT!

Price is able to break the pin. However, the vicious knee strike clearly did its number on him. More blood rushes down his face as James takes the time to smear his boot all over his face. The fans boo, but he pays them no mind. All he cares about is ending Price -- and as he looks to the outside and notices the table, he sees his ticket to doing just that. Taking hold of him by the head, James leads him over and out of the ring. Price falls ungraciously from the nasty spill. James exits in hot pursuit of him. A forearm hits Price on his back. He grabs him and forces him up. Another forearm lands across his face. With Price in his grasp, James eyes the table. He pulls him in and lifts him up, twisting towards it!

TWISTER!
(Twisting Spike Uranage.)

BUT NO! PRICE WITH THE ELBOW TO THE HEAD!

Price goes NUTS, unleashing elbow after elbow! With his head getting rocked by those shots, James has no choice but to let him go. The opening is there, and Price takes it!

BITCH BETTER HAVE MY MONEY!
(Uraken.)

AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!

Three BBHMM's knocks James out on his feet! Price drags him in and gets him up! URANAGE THROUGH THE TABLE! THE IPW CROWD GOES INSANE! PRICE DROPS TO HIS KNEES AS THE CAMERAS ZOOM IN AND SHOW OFF HIS BLOODY SMILE!

IP-DUB! IP-DUB! IP-DUB! IP-DUB!

Price winces, but he knows that if he's gonna win this match, then he's going to have to fight through the pain and get James pinned in the ring. He rises up, albeit slowly. He does his best to take off some of the blood which threatens to get into his eyes. James, however, isn't moving. Price takes him up, but it's no easy feat. With how a big guy like JGR is knocked out, it's hard to move him around! Still, Price does his darndest to get him back into the ring. He's able to roll him underneath the bottom rope. He follows not long after. He goes over and covers James!

ONE!


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TWO!


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THREE!


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SHOULDER! UP!

Some of the fans react in disbelief! Price's eyes widen slightly. A long sigh escapes him as he shakes his head. Did he take too long to get him back in?! It's easy for that question to plague his mind. However, he snaps out of it. There's no time for him to worry about what could've been done differently because soon, there won't be any time left! Both he and James have spent the match brutalizing each other. Now, it's coming down to the wire, and something has to give! Price gets up, in pain, and tries to move with a sense of urgency. He grabs James and gets him up, even if it isn't an easy feat. A punch rocks him before he drags him over into the corner. Price, using all the lasting strength he can, gets James to the top turnbuckle into a seated position. He scales up and reaches the top himself. He grabs James, looking back at the mat. He latches onto his head and forces him up. He gets him into a DDT position! He's looking for that patented ever flow DDT from all the way... but he doesn't get it, because James is FIGHTING BACK! Somehow, someway, he is able to come back to life and ward Price with PUNCHES to the gut!

In a precarious position, the audience stands. They know that someone is going to fall, and with it, their chance of winning this match is over! Everyone watches on as James looks to grab Price! He does! He lifts him up into a SUPLEX LIFT!

SKULL FRACTURE!
(Suplex lift into Emerald Flowsion.)

HOWEVER, HE DOESN'T GET THAT CHANCE TO DRIVE PRICE DOWN AS THE MESSIAH OF HARDCORE STARTS TEEING OFF WITH PUNCHES! JAMES IS FORCED TO LET GO! HE HITS HIM BACK, AS DOES PRICE! BOTH MEN STAND AND GO NUTS, JUST AS THEY DID IN THE BEGINNING! Blow for blow, punch for punch, NEITHER of them wants to let up! The fans get louder, antsy, restless, and perhaps excited in their own sickening way to see which one of them will fall! Price gets a HEADBUTT! James gets an ELBOW! HEADBUTT! ELBOW! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! Once again, the hard head of Price overwhelms James and he NEARLY FALLS BACK TO THE OUTSIDE! HOWEVER, PRICE GRABS HIM! He pulls him in and lifts him up!

SUPERPLEX!!

JAMES GOES DOWN, AS DOES PRICE! The ring RATTLES from 515 POUNDS CRASHING ONTO IT! Price was able to get lucky, but with the damage he had to incur throughout the match, the move took as much out of him as it did for his opponent! Neither are able to stand, let alone move! The fans scream, holler, and yell!

And then...

DING! DING! DING!

CASEY KINCAID
Ladies and Gentlemen, the time limit has been reached! As a result, this match officially goes to a DRAW!

As one can imagine, the fans lose their shit - and not in a good way.

BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!

CHLOE HARTWELL
Well, the crowd is dissatisfied, and I can't really blame them! This was an insane match from bell-to-bell! It's such a shame that it had to end this way.

LUIS DE LEÓN
It is unfortunate, but wow! We witnessed one of the most intense, straight-up brutal matches in IPW history, and that is a testament to the kind of competitors Price and James Grigg Riley are! There's no doubt in my mind that these two will seek each other out to settle the score between them!

CHLOE HARTWELL
There's definitely unfinished business between them. Sooner or later, James and Price will clash again. I have a sneaking suspicion that with the next war they have, it's going to be even more action-packed than--

All of a sudden, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN runs down to the ring! As if the fans aren't irritated as is, they show absolutely no mercy towards the Openweight Champion who they hate with an absolute fervor!

LUIS DE LEÓN
Whoa, Alastor is here! He's here! He just broke the rule! Just because the match is over doesn't mean he gets to show up! He's supposed to be banned entirely!

CHLOE HARTWELL
AND LOOK! HE JUST SLID IN AND STARTS ATTACKING PRICE! PRICE IS STILL DOWN! HE CAN'T FIGHT BACK! NOT AFTER ALL OF THAT ENERGY HE EXPANDED OUT INTO THIS MATCH!

A sea of boos drown the arena as Alastor stomps down relentlessly on Price! He goes to town, even going so far as the pick up the steel chair! Evil intent is evident, with a smug grin gracing his face.

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
Nighty-night, "Messiah".

CHLOE HARTWELL
Wait! It's--

Nate Pierce! He darts out, causing the fans to cheer. Confusion riddles Touchdown's face as he takes note of the sudden shift in reaction. By the time he turns around to see what is going on, he gets TACKLED straight into the mat! Nate pummels him, dishing out karma in the form of punches! The champion throws some punches of his own, but Nate is able to get more shots in! As he gets off of him, Alastor scurries away. James stirs as he yells out to him. He rolls out of the ring, still hurt from the absolute brutal match he was involved in. He does his best to leave quickly as Alastor makes a bee-line out of there! James follows suit! With them out of the way, Nate goes to check on Price. He sits up and gets help standing up from him.

LUIS DE LEÓN
Nate was able to come out and put a stop to Alastor! However, I have a feeling that this isn't the end. At least Price won't be all alone in this fight against him and James.

CHLOE HARTWELL
Yeah, things could've gone real bad real fast. We just have to wait and see what's going to happen from here on out between all of them, though!

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We cut backstage where debuting backstage interviewer, Grace Coleman, stands by with Cross Recoba. Now out of his wrestling attire, he wears a Camel overcoat over a blue suit as if ready to depart as soon as his business for the night is concluded.

GRACE COLEMAN
Thanks, Chloe. We all saw Cross convincingly put Tommy Hate’s contendership bid to bed earlier in the night. Now, forgive me if I’ve got this wrong but you didn’t appreciate what MYÕJIN said in sizing up yourself and Tommy Hate tonight?

Recoba rolls his eyes at the question as if it was the stupidest thing he’d heard in Infinite Pro and he’d sat through a Jamrocker commercial.

CROSS RECOBA
Grace, here’s the thing. Since MYÕJIN came into Infinite Pro, we’ve all had to sit through the adulation, the fawning, and the unending praise lavished his way but for what? Since he beat Hank Haggard Jr, who has he faced? C? That worked out well for him. I showed everyone today how to deal with Tommy Hate without having to make a complete show of it yet MYÕJIN beating him is somehow impressive?

Cross’ face flicks from rage to something softer.

CROSS RECOBA
I know he can wrestle, if I didn’t think that I wouldn’t have had him come in for a Tap Out Wrestling show but right now in Infinite Pro? He’s resting on a reputation that is built on what he does elsewhere and what he did to win the belt.

The anger returns to the face of the Vegas resident.

CROSS RECOBA
Since his coronation he’s been served can after can after can and yet what did I have to do to get to this point? I had to earn my shot and when I got that far….I had to protect it, twice, whilst people like C somehow got put to the front of the queue and what did they ever do? Did Jason Long want the signwriter to have an easy night writing the marquee match? I can’t see one reason outside of that for why I wasn’t at the front of that queue, why I wasn’t headlining God Amongst Men. Instead, I had to fight a man who may as well have been a ghost but I still told myself that I knew I’d get past him with a win and THEN…then I’d be able to focus purely on The Shining Star…

A mocking laugh escapes his mouth.

CROSS RECOBA
But no, instead I had to go through Tommy Hate tonight. I had to put down a man who had his shot already and choked on it, not even just losing but being the man pinned to give away the fall. You know why I made quick work of The Bloodsport King tonight?...

Grace opens her mouth to answer but Cross cuts her off before she can make a sound.

CROSS RECOBA
Because he isn’t in the same class as me. He wasn’t, Aren wasn’t, Gunner wasn’t and Aubrey wasn’t even in the same sport! I have bested EVERY opponent put in front of me since September. I have taken up each and every fight and used it to show Jason Long and his partners that there was a reason I headlined their first ever show. It’s because I sell tickets, it’s because I attract eyeballs and column inches but mostly, it’s because when that bell rings I am the best wrestler in the company! But they seem to have forgotten the simple rule when you run a wrestling company, you NEVER put a match on after the crowd have seen something that the next bout can’t follow and that’s what they’ve done to the rest of the roster every night they place me in the middle of the show.

A confident smile has emerged on Cross’ face.

CROSS RECOBA
The unavoidable fact is that if you watch Infinite Pro, you KNOW Cross Recoba is your Main Event. When IPW Discovery rolls around next month at the OVO Hydro Arena, it’ll be time for everyone to realize the next undeniable fact, that your Starchild is getting lazy at the top of the tree. MYÕJIN, isn’t it time that you gave yourself a match where you might get out of second gear? I’m DEMANDING a shot at your Infinite Pro World Championship title and I’ll even let you choose what the match is. I know you’re not going to want to risk damaging that face of yours so I know I’m not looking at a Deathmatch stipulation. The point is, I know my own abilities inside that ring, I’m confident enough that whatever you pick - I’ll be the one with my hand raised at the end. I just think that as you’ve been the Champion for so long, I owe you some magnanimity.

Grace looks to Cross as if to ask for the microphone back but only receives a shake of the head.

CROSS RECOBA
I know you’ll accept the challenge, MYÕJIN, your vanity and ego couldn’t face shying away from it. Maybe you’ll get back to me tonight….maybe you’ll do it when our next show rolls around but I didn’t get where I am today without patience and besides, sneak attacks are for the uninspired. I know that my putting a target on your back will get me the answer I want and after that? You’ll find out why people refer to me as the IPW Box Office Smash!

With that, Cross walks out of shot leaving Grace alone.

GRACE COLEMAN
The gauntlet has been put down, now we wait to see how our Champion will respond in the coming days or weeks. Back to the ring for our main event!

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MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT SEMI FINAL ROUND
CHAOS THEORY (PRICE and NATE PIERCE) vs THE NOVA EMPIRE (TARAH NOVA and OTTO NOVA)

DING! DING!

After the announcement that was made in the lead up about Spike Kane, everyone knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy task for both PRICE and NATE PIERCE, especially considering that the former of the two was double booked and the events of PRICE’s match earlier proved that he wasn’t in the best of shape. A disadvantage at play but The NOVA Empire knew what they had in store, TARAH NOVA has been in this situation many times beforehand but tonight? She comes into this situation fresh, alongside her son, OTTO NOVA.

Otto began the match with Nate Pierce, the young rookie with a well-experienced sailor, and both men began the offence with a COLLAR AND ELBOW TIE UP which Pierce gains advantage of easily due to the large height and weight difference between himself and Otto. Pierce brings Otto towards the corner before landing a KNEE LIFT into the stomach – but Otto grabs the tree trunk leg of Pierce and brings him into the middle of the ring, sweeping the far leg and trying to turn Pierce over so he could lock in a SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB but he can’t get Pierce over and The Whaler uses his free foot to push Otto far away. Pierce was up onto one knee before Otto wanted to seek a game changer early on, searching for CRAZED DAZE but Pierce grabbed the boot and spun Otto around – but he completed a full 360 degree spin to connect with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK right to the head of Pierce! Otto rushed into the corner, leaping over the ropes and made the climb up onto the top rope, finding himself perched up high before leaping through the air and landing THE SHOCK SPLASH but to nothing but mat! Pierce rolls out of the way just in time and finds himself back up onto his feet and he takes down the kneeling Otto with a SLIDING LARIAT for his troubles!

Pierce was breathing heavily, he was going through a quick fired sequence that might’ve seen him be put down very easily, but he was back up to his feet in no time and within seconds, he changed the whole match on it’s head with the PUNCTURE WOUND but Otto leaped and wrapped his legs around Pierce’s waist and caught The Whaler with a SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB! However, the impact of the move took Pierce and rolled him back over onto his feet, able to grab the ankles of Otto Nova and pop him up into the air to catch him with a PILEDRIVER! Both men were down, laid out on the mat, and neither man seemed ready to move whatsoever – especially Otto after the head drop that he’s just taken – but Pierce begins to shuffle around a bit and reaches his corner! The tag is made to PRICE and he’s finally involved with the match. There’s a bit of a limp to his step, still feeling the effects of Touchdown and JGR’s attack in the match prior to this one, but he wasn’t going to stand down and leave Pierce by himself to fight the battles. Otto was beginning to move but he was kicked down by PRICE, landing a SOCCER KICK to the ribs. Tarah can see her son in a whole lot of pain and she finally steps in, going right to the attack on PRICE and giving him hell – SERIES OF RIGHT HAND PUNCHES to the head of PRICE is knocking him back into the ropes, taking a few steps back and landing the RUNNING FRONT DROPKICK that sends PRICE between the ropes and down onto the floor below!

However, that only opened up the opportunity for Otto Nova to come into the fight! He’s found himself up onto his feet and running the ropes, leaping over after a rebound to land a TOPE CON HILO down onto PRICE on the outside! Otto didn’t waste any time in trying to get PRICE back into the ring, struggling to lift up the much larger man but finding the strength and throwing him under the bottom rope, pushing him in further before finding his way up to the top rope and seeking a high impact manoeuvre!

THE SHOCK SPLASH!
( FROG SPLASH. )

Otto lands all of his weight down onto PRICE’s stomach and hooks the far leg of the Messiah of Hardcore!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–

PRICE shot his shoulder up just in time to kick out but Otto wasn’t having it, beginning to lay into PRICE with the FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of the OG Renegade– but he finally snaps out of it once Tarah had gotten involved to pull him away. There was anger, there was fire in his eyes, his training with Michael Bishop has taught him that. Otto finally steps towards the corner and allows his mother to be tagged in, leading to two violent legends of the game to have their first dance inside of the ring. PRICE, finally, pulled himself up onto his feet and stood in the corner, watching Tarah Nova on the opposite side of the ring trying to psyche herself up for a war. Though, PRICE stumbled forward a bit and that unleashes a CRAZED DAZE from Tarah – The Shockcollar pounced on the opportunity to strike first and strike fast, now going in on PRICE with the SERIES OF FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of the standing PRICE! Tarah was seething, she had a whole lot of pent up anger to be unleashed on both PRICE and Pierce tonight after the events of two weeks ago and other recent showings elsewhere.

Tarah whipped PRICE into the ropes, making him rebound before making an attempt at the SUPERNOVA but PRICE catches her in the air – POWERBOMB ONTO THE KNEE! Tarah was forcefully rolled through and brought back up onto her feet, arm hooked around her as she was hoisted up in the air!

PERFECT TRIBUTE!
( FISHERMAN BRAINBUSTER INTO BRIDGED PIN. )

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

Otto was the one to break up the pin for his mother and PRICE just looks up at him with a confused look along his face, but here comes Nate Pierce and he’s taking the fight to Otto with a BIG BOOT that sends him out of the ring! Pierce follows Otto on the outside and they brawl whilst PRICE has Tarah all to himself, dragging her up to her feet by her hair and seeking a PRICE CRASH – but Tarah pushes PRICE away! CRAZED DAZE lands right on the jaw of PRICE and it makes him stagger for a moment but he falls right onto Tarah’s shoulders as she completely deadlifts all two hundred and forty-five pounds of PRICE! An attempt at SEEING SPARKS made but not possible, the weight was too much and her back almost gave out completely. PRICE fell to the mat but he rolled over toward the ropes before picking himself back up, seeing Tarah slumped over in the middle of the ring as he rushes over to bring her back up to her feet, looking for that successful attempt at the PRICE CRASH again but to no avail because Tarah grabs onto the arm and ripcords PRICE out!

THE KILLJOY BUZZER!
( RIPCORD SLAP ACROSS THE FACE. / SHIBATA’S BITCHMAKER. )

PRICE stumbled again, and hard, as he fell into his corner but Pierce tagged himself in on the outside without anyone noticing but the referee – Tarah grabbed PRICE and brought him into the middle of the ring, heading into her own corner to tag in her son as he stands along the apron and looking to springboard himself into the ring. Otto leaped onto the ropes and sent himself into the air and going for the DETROIT SMASH—

PUNCTURE WOUND!
( SPEAR. )

AN UNGODLY SPEAR TOOK OTTO OUT OF THE SKY AND CUT HIM IN HALF! The crowd in the Braehead Arena were on their feet within an instant, completely in shock by the fact that Nate Pierce found the moment to tag himself into the match at the perfect time! Tarah was in pure shock but PRICE reawoken and threw her out of the ring, following right behind and doing his best to keep her away from the ring. Pierce was roaring to the crowd after the impact of the move left Otto laid out on the mat, grabbing him by the throat with both hands and picking him off the ground – his body swinging like a pendulum after being picked up – and being slammed right back down with the finish!

DEEP SEA PLUNGE!
( CHOKE BOMB. )

Otto’s feet never hit the mat once from the pick up and the slam, all in one swift motion and now a final swift motion to float over into the right position to hook the leg of the younger Nova and pick up the win for Chaos Theory by Pierce!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

WINNER; ADVANCING TO THE FINALS
NATE PIERCE and PRICE

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