Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline I.
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INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE #001
LIVE! from The National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, April 17th, 2022
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.
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!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What a night this has become! We’re SOLD OUT here in the National Stadium in the heart of the capital – Dublin City – and we’re all ready for Infinite Pro Wrestling to begin here tonight! My name is Dominic Morrissey and right alongside me is the stunning and intelligent Chloe Hartwell! And we both will lead you all on a journey unlike no other!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Tonight is where beginnings matter the most! Tonight is the night we welcome everyone to our beginning! Adrenaline is the show and we’re all going to be filling our souls with the adrenaline of some amazing action! Two of our Infinite Power Tournament matches will take place whilst we have a big time tag team match looking to begin the action – but, and I know Dominic is excited for this one, but THE OWNER WILL KICK OFF THE SHOW TONIGHT!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh indeed he will, and speaking of which, Chloe— I hear he’s coming out now so let’s kick it off, here comes the owner of Infinite Pro Wrestling!”
Just as ‘War Ender’ slowly fades away, the synthwave beats to ‘Kingslayer’ begin to play and the crowd inside of the National Stadium become unglued as the music is played overhead and signalling the arrival of one man, the man who made all of this possible, Jason Long! The curtain pulls back just as the chorus hits and Jason walks through with his arms extended out to a thunderous ovation! The King stands right at the edge of the stage with his arms out-stretched and with fire shooting up from behind at both sides of him, putting on an entrance only he could make.
CASEY KINCAID
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… PLEASE WELCOME THE OWNER OF INFINITE PRO WRESTLING… JAAASSOOONNNNN LOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!”
Jason made his way down the steps and began to walk around the ringside area, hitting along the hands of every fan that reached out before leaping onto the ring apron and entering the ring, looking around the entirety of the National Stadium and seeing all of the fans still on their feet for the owner. Once the music began to die down a little, the chants were getting louder and louder.
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
The owner is soon handed a microphone by Casey Kincaid as he stands back into the middle of the ring and continues to look around the room, before bowing his head at each side of the ring, giving his respects to everyone that chants for the company.
JASON LONG
“This right here is amazing.”
The crowd continued to cheer loudly for the opening comment.
JASON LONG
“I just wanted to say thank you everyone for how much you’ve supported the idea of Infinite Pro Wrestling, how much you’ve all made sure that your voices were heard when the idea was brought up and the announcement was made, and making suggestions of what we could do to achieve something better than anyone else that we could have easy competition with—but I didn’t make this company to go into competition, I made it to give back to everyone for my work in the past five years that I’ve been doing this. To give back to those who are in need of something new and fresh, considering how all of these companies lately have begun to either go on indefinite hiatuses or closures, and make sure that you all tune in every single show for something worth watching to the very end.”
Jason slowly nodded his head as the crowd continued to cheer for those fallen companies.
JASON LONG
“But right now — and I’m sure everyone here knows it — is about Infinite Pro Wrestling! When I first made the announcement on April 1st that there’ll be a brand new company in the works with the name of Infinite Pro Wrestling– a lot of people thought that it was some kind of April Fool’s Joke being played on them, and I could easily see why, but no… This, right here, was no joke in the making. All of this is real. Every single bit of it is real and on that day– Infinite Pro Wrestling was born. Since then, we’ve had many names sign on the dotted lines and we’ve got some amazing matches ready and waiting for all of you so make sure you keep your eyes peeled on what we have in store. As some of you are already aware, the Infinite Power Tournament kicks off tonight with two major matches and one hell of a star-studded main event!”
The graphic for tonight’s main event appears on the screens in the building and that gives the crowd a cheer for the big main event for the night.
JASON LONG
“But that’s not all… of course, we’ve got to have ourselves two other matches in two weeks… and those I am saving for later tonight because I don’t want to waste all of my announcements in one go, you know? But– what I will not do is leave you all empty handed from this opening of the show. You see, once the announcement was made and everyone had known about Infinite Pro Wrestling… I had a call from a good friend of mine, and they told me that they wanted to be a part of the experience, they wanted to have a taste of what Infinite Pro could bring to the table. So, I told them that I will bring them in for a match at the pay-per-view… At our inaugural pay-per-view, First Contact, MYŌJIN will be there to compete!”
Another graphic appears on the screen showing MYŌJIN and showing his first appearance to be at First Contact—but the graphic shows a vacant spot right beside him as Jason looked up to the graphic on the screen, a smile beginning to show.
JASON LONG
“...but then I began to wonder, who could’ve filled in that spot and faced MYŌJIN all by themselves. For over a week, I wondered and I wondered some more, and then it hit me out of nowhere because– During a trip I had taken to the States… I met up with a close friend of mine and we’ve talked and talked some more, she’s told me how much she thought of having a one-off match here in Infinite Pro Wrestling and that’s made me think, you know? I have MYŌJIN waiting for an opponent… and this good friend of mine is itching to be on my show and needs a good opponent… so it only made sense but to make this match happen!”
The crowd was slowly becoming silent and awaiting the announcement of the opponent.
JASON LONG
“So, MYŌJIN, if you are listening… I have found you an opponent for First Contact on June 12th… and that opponent of yours is The Shockcollar of Professional Wrestling… a legend and Hall of Famer… TARAH NOVA!”
With the opponent announced, the fans become unglued again as Tarah Nova was confirmed – just as the graphic appeared on the screen and confirming it’s authenticity. Jason looked around the room once more and began to nod his head, accepting the reaction– seeing it was just how he planned it to have been.
JASON LONG
“...one last thing before I go, however.”
The crowd once again went silent as they all listened in to the owner looking to make one more statement.
JASON LONG
“As of this morning, I have made a commission for the roster. With the arrival of some more names heading in, it seems as if the roster is going to expand into levels that I wouldn’t have completely guessed it had gone. Which is why that commission is something special… in a few weeks time, I will be introducing to you all a brand new championship that’ll have it’s inaugural champion be crowned at First Contact! The championship’s name? It’ll be known as… the Infinite Pro National Openweight Championship!”
The crowd once again cheered for the announcement of the brand new championship.
JASON LONG
“I will be scouting the talent that’ll be competing here and in the next few weeks to see who’ll prove themselves worthy of challenging for the championship… but, as expected, I know this roster will prove just how worthy they are to get this title shot. So, what are we waiting for, Dublin? LET’S GET GOING WITH ADRENALINE!”
A final roar from the crowd is heard and soon enough, ‘Kingslayer’ began to play out within the building as Jason was exiting the ring and heading right for the back. The camera panned right back up to the commentary table and showed the grinning looks on both commentator’s faces.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Just when you thought that we couldn’t start the show any better… Jason Long went and took it to another level with some groundbreaking announcements to kick things off here tonight! Matches made for First Contact and a brand new championship on the way in a few short weeks!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“When I spoke to him earlier, he told me to listen and wait for the magic to happen… and, my god, he did exactly that! June 12th is still a long time away but the hype for the first pay-per-view is now on another level… MYŌJIN versus Tarah Nova, the Infinite Pro Heavyweight and Infinite Pro National Openweight Championships will find their first homes, and that’s just what we know so far! That is huge hype for a first pay-per-view, Chloe!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It sure is but right now, we’ve got to get things started with our very first match… Take it away, Casey!”
CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH set for ONE FALL!”
Alastor Touchdown and Jimi Cooldown come out and they are f'n STRUTTIN' and they're CUTTIN'! They hit their iconic double flex pose at the top of the stage, streamers going off, crowd going ham, almost as if they're big stars.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of ‘Boogie Street’, New York and weighing in tonight at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-two pounds… THEY ARE THE TEAM OF THE WHOLE CUNTING SHOW, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN… AND THE MOST FUCKED FUCKER, JIMI COOLDOWN… THEY’RE NO MORE HEROES… THHEEEEEEEE JAAAAAAAMMMMM ROCCKKKKKKERRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!”
Continuing their cocky strutting on their way down the ramp, Alastor Touchdown can be heard shouting "MORE! MORE!! MORE!!!", "SAY ALL OF 'EM!!!" and shouting "SAY THE NAMES, COWARD!". Cool Hands Cooldown plays it off cool, twirling a finger in the air, talkin' bout "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" and throwing up metal horns as he follows behind his partner. The Fucked Fuckers split, Jimi Cooldown climbs into the ring and hits the wide stanced flex! His partner "The Crazy White Boy" Alastor Touchdown slides in the ring, between his partners legs and begins viciously thrusting the canvas. Alastor jumps up and bee-lines for the announcer, who bails from the ring. Cooldown stands at the ropes talkin' trash to the front row, whilst Touchdown follows the announcer his gaze.
“ADRENALINE… IN MY SOUL… EVERY FIGHT OUT OF CONTROL!
DO IT ALL TO GET THEM OFF THEIR FEET!”
The sounds of ‘Kingdom’ began to echo throughout the National Stadium as Stefan McCain steps through the curtain and struts his way to the edge of the stage, looking as smug as ever as the crowd continue to sing along to the Downstait lyrics playing overhead.
CASEY KINCAID
“And their opponents, first… wrestling out of Adare, County Limerick, Ireland—”
The crowd ROAR for the home country man himself.
CASEY KINCAID
“—and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-five pounds… HE IS MISTER AMAZING… STEEFFFFFAAAAANNNN MCCCCCCCAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNN!!!”
The crowd continued to cheer as Stefan raised his hands up into the air, but–
TERRORBYTE cuts off Downstait as ‘BOOGEYMAN’ begins to rip through the P.A. System and the curtain opening up wide for JUDITH to step through, walking out onto the stage and looking around the arena. JUDITH looked down and glared at Stefan McCain before the two would make their way down the steps and into the ring for her introduction.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his tag team partner… wrestling out of Haddonfield, New Jersey and weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds… SHE IS THE BOOGEYMAN… THIS IS JUUUUUUUUDIIIIIITHHHHHHH!!!”
MATCH ONE
THE JAMROCKERS vs STEFAN MCCAIN and JUDITH
DING! DING!
Upon the bell ringing, the two that stand inside of the ring are ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN and JUDITH as they stare at one another— Alastor showing a bit of cockiness to his actions whilst JUDITH simply stared daggers right at her opponent. STEFAN MCCAIN and JIMI COOLDOWN both stand on the aprons and watch closely as these two are to clash with one another in the middle of the ring, clasping hands with one another in a test of strength between the two as it seemed to be JUDITH who gained the advantage over the shorter Alastor Touchdown, but a kick to the gut gives Alastor the advantage that he wanted—before driving her down to the mat with an IMPALER DDT that spikes her head first into the ring mat, giving him a chance to boast in what he had done, doing his common flex pose right above JUDITH as she laid there.
JIMI COOLDOWN (off mic)
“SEE THAT?! A COMMON ALASTOR W RIGHT THERE!”
Alastor stands up straight and hovers over JUDITH—but she used his chance to boast the crowd to shake some sense into herself, grabbing him by the throat with both hands and throwing him into the corner before charging into the corner with a BIG BOOT right to the face of Alastor as he stumbles out of the corner and falls down flat in the centre of the ring. Jimi Cooldown looks to enter the ring to help out Alastor– but he’s met with a hard HEADBUTT from JUDITH! That was enough to distract JUDITH from Alastor getting back to his feet and charging in for the SLING BLADE that knocks JUDITH off of her feet! Alastor springs back to his feet and stands close to JUDITH, going for the STANDING MOONSAULT— BUT JUDITH KICKED HIM AWAY IN MID AIR! SENDING ALASTOR ACROSS THE RING AND ALMOST THROUGH THE ROPES AS HE ROLLS OUT ONTO THE APRON!
JUDITH looks shaken up from the Sling Blade and goes for the tag onto Stefan McCain– which, once she did, gave him the opportunity to go right for Alastor on the apron – who was still shaken up from being sent across the ring from the kick – as he charged into the kneeling Alastor with the–
CAR BOMB!
( Bicycle Knee Strike. )
—but Jimi had pulled Alastor off of the apron and made Stefan completely whiff the Knee Strike attempt. Stefan didn’t take too lightly to the missed attempt at the Knee but he’s quick enough to climb up onto the second turnbuckle and look back to see both of The Jamrockers down on the ground and unbeknownst to them about what Stefan is doing as HE LEAPS FOR THE MOONSAULT DOWN TO BOTH MEN—
DOUBLE SUPERKICK!
STEFAN GOT CAUGHT IN MID AIR AND WAS DROPPED LIKE A BAD HABIT DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR! BUT THEY DIDN’T SEE WHO WAS STANDING INSIDE OF THE RING… JUDITH WAS REBOUNDING OFF OF THE ROPES AND LEAPING OVER…
RASH DECISION!
( Tope Con Hilo. )
AND JUDITH KNOCKED DOWN EVERYONE ON SIGHT! THE JAMROCKERS, STEFAN MCCAIN, AND JUDITH! ALL OF THEM WERE DOWN AND OUT ON THE FLOOR BELOW! THE CROWD INSIDE OF THE NATIONAL STADIUM WERE ON THEIR DAMN FEET FOR JUST HOW MUCH THESE FOUR ARE PUTTING INTO THIS OPENING MATCH!
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
JUDITH was the first to the four’s feet, picking up Stefan McCain from the rubble and throwing him inside of the ring – like he was a ragdoll – before picking up Alastor Touchdown and throwing him back inside of the ring much like how she threw in her partner. But, just as JUDITH had picked up Jimi Cooldown to throw him into the ring post, Jimi had put his hands up to stop JUDITH from going any further.
JIMI COOLDOWN (off mic)
“STOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!... WATCH THIS!”
OCULAR PAT DOWN!
( Gamengiri. )
AND THE GAMENGIRI CONNECTED, DROPPING JUDITH AS QUICK AS EVER!
JIMI COOLDOWN (off mic)
“GET ‘EM, AL!”
Alastor had brought himself back up to his feet and gave the thumbs up to Jimi on the outside, but just as he turned around to face Stefan– The Amazing One charged in and booted Alastor into the corner, beginning to throw punches right into the abdomen of his opponent before raining down the FOREARM STRIKES right down to Alastor’s head— but as he took a few steps back and was about to rush in towards Alastor?
JIMI COOLDOWN SWEEPS THE LEG!
—and that gives Alastor the time he needs to head up to the top rope and look out to the crowd inside of the National Stadium before he could shout at the top of his lungs.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (off mic)
“YA READY FOR THIS ONE!? THE QUADRUPLE MOONSAULT!!!”
Alastor is about to jump– but before he could, JUDITH leaped onto the apron and SHOVES ALASTOR! JUDITH pushed him off of the top rope, sending him across the ring and right over closer to Jimi Cooldown in their corner, to which he tags himself in, and goes right for JUDITH on the outside with a DROPKICK through the ropes but JUDITH had gotten back inside of the ring just in time before Jimi could land that dropkick– Jimi headed back inside of the ring and was immediately met with
CAR BOMB!
( Bicycle Knee Strike. )
RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF JIMI COOLDOWN AS STEFAN SHOUTED RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF JIMI!
STEFAN MCCAIN (off mic)
“YOU AIN’T SHIT AGAINST ME AND MOMMY— FUCK! I MEAN JUDITH! YOU HEAR ME!?
Stefan got back to his feet and raised his hands up to the crowd, being cocky as ever as JUDITH watches him with an eyebrow raised before shaking her head, and as soon as Stefan had turned around to face JUDITH? She rushes in and LANDS THE BIG BOOT RIGHT TO STEFAN MCCAIN! IMMEDIATELY SHE HAD TURNED ON HER PARTNER AND LEFT HIM THERE FOR THE JAMROCKERS TO TAKE THE ADVANTAGE!
JUDITH (off mic)
“Next time you call me that shit? I’m rippin’ your fuckin’ head off.”
JUDITH exited the ring and left Jimi to collect himself and notice what was happening inside of the ring with him, crawling over to Alastor and shaking him awake as he alerted him to what just happened a moment ago– which immediately made him go out onto the ring apron and look inside of the ring to Jimi Cooldown setting Stefan McCain for the Piledriver as Alastor springboarded in…
TUNA MELTZER DRIVER!
( Meltzer Driver. )
Jimi hooks the leg of Stefan as the referee makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
‘Kick Out The Jams’ began to play as The Jamrockers had won their first tag team match, with Alastor blowing a kiss into the camera and Jimi giving off a smug shit eating grin along his face. The two both looked up to JUDITH – who stayed standing on the stage and watched the ending of the match from there – as they gave her a thumbs up for the ‘assistance’ in their win.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here are your winners… Alastor Touchdow—”
Casey Kincaid is soon interrupted by the sounds of ‘Kingslayer’ hitting the speakers inside of the National Stadium for the second time tonight as the owner stepped through the curtain to a massive crowd ovation and stood right beside JUDITH with a microphone in hand.
JASON LONG
“Well, well, well… I guess not all first matches go according to plan and some unusual pairings just don’t work well on the first go, as proven here tonight. But, that’s not what I came out here to do. You see, The Jamrockers won their match tonight and I feel as if they’ve deserved their place in the Infinite Power Tournament! So, I made the decision during their match as to who’ll be representing them in the tournament as only one of them could go through for fairness sake.”
The two Jamrockers stood up and leaned against the ropes, awaiting to see which of them will be in.
JASON LONG
“...and that honour goes to you, Alastor Touchdown. You, my friend, will be entering the Infinite Power Tournament in two weeks!”
Alastor seemed to have been over the moon at the announcement and began celebrating.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (off mic)
“THANKS UNC! I WON’T LET YOU DOWN!”
JASON LONG
“I’m sure you won’t because– there’s a reason why I made this match tonight and it’s a very good one at that. In two weeks, Alastor, at Adrenaline II? You’ll be facing this person right beside me. You’ll be facing JUDITH in the tournament.”
The smile completely dropped from Alastor’s face as he looked right towards JUDITH– who simply gave Alastor a wave right towards him. Jason nodded his head before turning around to head to the back— but he stopped in his tracks and turned right back around again to speak once more.
JASON LONG
“...and just to make sure nothing suspicious happens? Jimi Cooldown is barred from ringside during that match.”
The two Jamrockers look completely disgusted with the rules set down by the owner as he finally makes his way to the back and leaves JUDITH on the stage and pointing right towards Alastor Touchdown as the feed soon fades away to a commercial break.
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CHLOE HARTWELL
“Biased as I may be, that opener was a great way to set the tone for the rest of the show! ”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina and Reza have a tough act to follow but just looking at the build-up, Irina knows this a great opportunity and only Leo stands in her way..”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“You mentioned before the show that maybe Leo showed a bit too much respect to his opponent? ”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Reza can’t just be happy to be here. He finds himself in the tournament to crown the first IPW Champion and if you look at how the roster has grown since he signed Long’s contract - there will be a lot of people wishing they were in his spot!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“You may be right there but he’ll be hoping his size advantage and technical prowess can outwit and put away Irina’s dangerous combination of speed and strike-based offense!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Both are students of the game and you can guarantee the winner will be watching the main-event with interest as they find out who joins them in the sem-finals.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Speaking of which, Luis de León is backstage right now with one of our competitors in the main-event. Over to you, Luis!”
The cameras cut to backstage, Luis is standing by with Cross Recoba. The XHF Box Office Smash has yet to change into his ring-gear and wears a blue suit with a Boston Red tie. He rests one hand atop of the Lionshead cane, over his other shoulder resides the HCW Diamond Championship.
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Cross, we haven’t seen you wrestle since Big Fight Fight Night where you lost to Poena, before that your last match was all the way back at the Clash of the Icons, AWF’s last show. If you’ve seen our message boards, people are wondering if you’re here to compete or just to promote Tap Out Wrestling - what do you have to say to those people?”
CROSS RECOBA
“Look, Poena got me on that day and I can’t try and spin it otherwise. No hard feelings, he’s headlining our next show in two weeks. But that’s the past, I can’t change it no matter how much I can’t stress to you how much I HATE losing. Instead, I used the motivation to not suffer the same fate against Reckless Jack. If the people who spend their lives on message boards just did their homework, they’d know I’ve spent every spare hour I could find in the gym and inside the ring to hone my skills and make sure that I’m as sharp as I ever was. I’ve sparred with every independent wrestler in Nevada in the warm-up to this. Every person who has wanted to join Tap Out? I’ve personally stepped inside the ring with them as much to keep my own skills and fitness up as to see how their skills stack up! ”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“So, it’s safe to say that you’re looking to win this whole tournament?”
CROSS RECOBA
“I don’t enter to make up the numbers. Around two years ago today, I entered the XHF Rumble and I came sixth. If I was happy to make up the numbers then I’d have been elated to get so far but I rewatched the tape, the elimination from Michael Storm until I’d figured him out. Then, when we faced off before that year’s Clash of the Icons - I knew I had his number. Tonight’s challenge is no different, I’ve seen the tapes of Reckless Jack, I know the stories but I equally know that he isn’t unbeatable. If he was half as good as he thinks he is, he’d be the X*Crown champion!”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Speaking of which, some might say this year’s Rumble is as open as we’ve ever seen it. What stopped you from putting your name into the match?”
CROSS RECOBA
“You ever follow the IndyCar circuit much? You know how they say the Indy 500 is the most iconic race in the series? It’s also the most dangerous, it’s open to pretty much anyone with the right paperwork and yet those day-racers…they’re the ones that make it so dangerous. The Rumble is the same, I’m not risking my long-term health when you have people enter who really have no place in the ring. Sure, I could win but the odds are far shorter on me suffering an injury from a guy who fudged who trained him and doesn’t know how to actually wrestle. Look at my shoulder…you see that belt? That’s my insurance for not entering the Rumble…
LUIS DE LEÓN
“For our viewers at home who might not know, could you expand on what you just said?”
CROSS RECOBA
“This belt qualifies me for a title-shot at whoever win the Rumble, if I see fit. You know why they call me the XHF Box Office Smash? It’s because no matter where I am on the card, I make my match the one that people talk about afterwards. I make my match the reason people continue to put down their nine ninety-nine each month! Jason knew when he signed me that I’d draw eyeballs on his shows, God knows this venue isn’t doing it - it’s hardly Croke Park is it?”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Hardly, Croke Pa-”
CROSS RECOBA
“I’ll be watching Reza vs Irina and I’ll be taking notes because not only do I plan on getting my name into the history books by bringing the XHF X*Crown to IPW, I intend to do it whilst being the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion! I’ve taken on strikers like Irina, I’ve put down technical workhorses like Reza and tonight I’m going to put the legend of Reckless Jack into the ground where it belongs! When I lift Jack up later and plant him down with Up All Night in Dakota, it won’t just be the move to end the match…it’ll be the move that puts an exclamation point on my arrival in Infinite Pro!”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Some strong statements from Cross Recoba. Will he back them up? Find out in our main-event later tonight! Back to you, Chloe!
We’re brought back to the commentary table where we’re rejoined once again with Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey for our next match of the night.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Thank you, Luis, and as it seems– Cross Recoba will have his eyes on this match that’s just about to begin right now, Dominic. What do you think Reza or Sokolov have to be thinking with that kind of knowledge being known heading into this match, huh?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Clearly, you know, when a big name says that they’ve got their eyes on you… it builds pressure on the performance that you’re going to bring to the action– and I feel like these two already have a whole lot of pressure resting on their shoulders already with this being the Quarter Final match— but we’ll see who can hold in that pressure the longest.”
CHLOE HARWELL
“Indeed we will as we bring it over to Casey Kincaid for the ring introductions!”
CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is set for ONE FALL and is a Infinite Power Tournament Quarter-Final Match!”
“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon plays out through the arena as the few boos from those jealous of his good looks are soon drowned out by the cheers of those that love him. "The Submission Technician", "The Sky Angel" Leo Reza walks out on stage with an aura of confidence about him. He stands at the top of the ramp taking in the amazing response that he gets before starting his confident walk down to the ring. He stops to take a selfie with a few people along the way and slap hands with those wanting to. Once at the ring, he jumps up onto the apron before jumping up onto the top rope and hitting a springboard 360 flip and landing on his feet. Getting onto one knee in the middle of the ring, Leo holds his arms out soaking in the buzzing atmosphere before getting up to his feet and awaiting the start of the match.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of London, England and residing in Los Angeles, California – weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-two pounds… HE IS THE SKY ANGEL… LEEEEEOOOOOOO REEEEEEEZAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
But with the music fading away and the slow beginning of ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play throughout the National Stadium, the song kicks in just in time for the arrival of Irina Sokolov— coming out to a heavy crowd reaction of cheers, which gives them a smile along their face before beginning to head down the steps and make their way around the ring before entering, getting into the corner and looking directly across at Leo Reza as she seems ready for combat.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent… wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… THEY ARE THE BIRD OF PREY… IRIIIIINNAAAAAA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOVVVVV!!!!”
MATCH TWO
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT QUARTER FINALS
LEO REZA vs IRINA SOKOLOV
DING! DING!
LEO REZA and IRINA SOKOLOV stand across the ring from one another and it looks to be the two heading into the middle of the ring for a Collar and Elbow Tie Up– and it’s Reza that gets the advantage, pushing Sokolov into the ropes and bringing a knee right into the midsection of Sokolov. Irina drops down to one knee and Reza grabs onto Sokolov, picking them up and dropping them back down to the mat with a forceful POWERBOMB that folds Sokolov in half– Reza rolled Sokolov back onto their knees and runs in for the BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE— but Sokolov caught the knee instead and brought themselves back up to their feet, throwing the leg of Reza down and landing a JUMPING KNEE STRIKE of her own!
Sokolov looked for a quick beginning of the end for Reza, going for LIGHT’S OUT— but Reza brought Sokolov up into the Suplex lift and drops them back down to the mat face first, with Sokolov bringing themselves up to their knees and meeting a wicked BUZZSAW KICK right to their head from Reza! The Sky Angel looked to be proving himself to the Dublin crowd as he began to climb to the top rope, looking down at his opponent and seeing them slowly bring themselves back to their feet, bent over and looking positioned for Reza leaping and falling down with the SHOOTING STAR PRESS right down onto the spine of Sokolov! Reza goes for the cover on Sokolov, hooking the legs.
ONE!
TW—
KICKOUT!!!
Sokolov kicks out in time and Reza brings himself back to his feet, keeping an eye on Sokolov as he watched them bring themselves back up to their feet before Reza stepped forward behind them and lands the HOOK KICK— but Sokolov grabbed onto the foot and sweeps the leg of Reza, before moving along towards the ropes and rebounding as they charge in and land the EUROPEAN UPPERCUT to the seated Reza! Sokolov began to drag Reza into the corner and brought him up into the corner as they took a step back and into the opposite corner– they charged in and came running right towards Reza…
KILL SHOT!
( Running Arched Big Boot to a cornered opponent. )
Reza falls out of the ring and Sokolov tries to grab onto him before he tumbles through the ropes but they couldn’t grab onto him in time, watching Reza hit a hard tumble onto the apron and then onto the floor below. Sokolov, heading onto the apron, watches Reza begin to stir on the floor and stand back up onto his feet as the referee, Jackson Miller, advises Irina to get back into the ring— but it doesn’t stop them from running along the apron and diving with the CANNONBALL DIVE OFF OF THE APRON! Sokolov wipes out Rena before bringing him back up to his feet and into the ring again, heading to the top rope and looking down at Reza, seeking that they make the leap of faith and go for the SMASH MOUTH— BUT REZA MOVES! UP TO HIS FEET AND INTO THE CORNER! RUNNING KNEE STRIKE THAT CATCHES RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF SOKOLOV AND ALMOST KNOCKING THEM OUT COMPLETELY!
Sokolov is brought back to their feet by Reza, who’s looking to plant them down with the G-FORCE, but Sokolov begins to struggle and frees themselves from the clutches of Reza, landing a BACK ELBOW and then turning around and landing a FOREARM STRIKE right into the jaw of Reza! The Sky Angel stumbles back— but he catches Irina with the SUPERKICK right to the jaw of the Bird of Prey— but they fire back with a BICYCLE BIG BOOT as they rebound off of the ropes! Reza falls back into the ropes and comes charging in with another BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE— but Sokolov ducked the knee, catching Reza from behind— SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Reza rolls over back onto his knees as Sokolov goes to pick up Reza and lift him back onto his feet, they hoist Reza up into the Suplex lift– but he’s able to slide down the back and out of the attempt at the LIGHT’S OUT and is given the opportunity to land the HOOK KICK right to the head of Sokolov and then right into the–
DOOMSDAY!
( Superman Elbow. )
Reza looked to the kneeling Sokolov and watched as they slowly shook off the Hook Kick and Superman Elbow combination from just a few moments ago and brought themselves back onto their feet. Reza quickly turned them back around to face him as he connected with the combination of strikes that he calls the–
ANGEL’S INFERNO!
( Slap, Shoot Kick To The Shin, Shoot Kick To The Chest, Enziguri Kick Combination. )
Sokolov drops down to both knees as Reza springed back to his feet and landed one more SUPERKICK right onto the jaw of Sokolov before going for the cover, hooking their legs!
ONE!
TW—
KICKOUT!!!
Finding some way to kick out, Sokolov shows more fight inside of them than Reza initially thought of there to begin after landing that exclamation point kick right to their jaw. Reza grabbed onto Sokolov and grabbed onto the wrist of the Bird of Prey– landing the KNEE STRIKE right onto the jaw and picking them up into the Suplex lift to complete the THRONEBREAKER— but Sokolov slides down the back and counters with a DRAGON SUPLEX! Sokolov tried their best to bridge the Suplex attempt but they couldn’t hold onto him much longer, which allowed Sokolov to force Reza back onto his knees, giving her a chance to land a STIFF ROUNDHOUSE KICK right onto the head of Reza, making him slump over and rest his head right onto Sokolov, which makes them pick him up off of the mat and into the air for the—
LIGHT’S OUT!
( Falcon’s Arrow. )
BUT REZA LANDS ON HIS FEET! HOOK KICK RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF SOKOLOV AGAIN! REZA REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES AS SOKOLOV TURNS AROUND TO FACE REZA—
CYCLONE DRIVER!
( Headscissors Driver. )
AND IT SPIKED SOKOLOV DOWN TO THE MAT WITH EXTREME FORCE! IT GAVE REZA THE OPPORTUNITY HE NEEDED AS HE BEGAN TO CLIMB TO THE TOP ROPE, HEADING ALL THE WAY UP AND LOOKING DOWN AT SOKOLOV IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, LAID OUT FOR REZA’S FINAL MOVE OF THE NIGHT…
DESCENDING ANGEL!
( 630 Double Knee Drop. )
—BUT SOKOLOV MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND! REZA WENT BOTH KNEES INTO THE MAT WITH ALL FORCE BEHIND IT! SOKOLOV CHARGED IN— CURB STOMP! AND THEY SPIKED REZA’S HEAD INTO THE MAT, GRABBING ONTO THEIR HAIR AND BRINGING THEM TO A KNEELING POSITION, REBOUNDING OFF OF THE ROPES…
THE KILLING JOKE!
( Discus Elbow. )
THE CROWD ERUPT TO THE SUDDENNESS OF SOKOLOV’S COMEBACK! THE ELBOW LANDING RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF REZA’S HEAD AS HE WAS DROPPED, SOKOLOV GOING FOR THE COVER AND HOOKING BOTH OF HIS LEGS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
With the sound of the bell ringing, ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play out within the National Stadium as Sokolov brings themselves up to one knee, looking around the National Stadium and was eyeing up the stage where Cross Recoba was standing and watching Irina – clapping his hands for her valiant efforts – just as the referee had raised their hand in victory.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… THE BIRD OF PREY… IRINA SOOOOKOOOOOLOOOOVVVVVV!!!”
Irina brought themselves back to their feet and looked directly at Cross Recoba on the stage, pointing at him and smiling from ear to ear as they raised their hand up as the victor – but not before mouthing something off to Recoba that isn’t heard over the loud cheers of the crowd chanting her name.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“What a valiant effort here tonight from both of these competitors but one just had to stand tall, and through sheer force, that person was Irina Sokolov! The Russian Bird of Prey pulled off a big win against Leo Reza– but I doubt that Reza’s chances of something big have ended here tonight.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Absolutely not, he fought to the very end— and I really thought that he’d pull through and pull off the win, but just one miscalculation stopped him from heading further in the Infinite Power Tournament— and if I was Jason Long right now? I’d have my eyes on Leo Reza, he’s got something good happening. But for right now, Irina Sokolov is the first to enter the semi-finals, and as they’ve seen? They’re going to have a hell of a challenge ahead of them if Cross Recoba advances too.”
The feed brings us into the office of the owner, Jason Long, signing away at some papers and looking at one of the contracts that he’s just signed off on— the picture that he holds up is of one man, ‘Big Papa’ LaChappa, and his many honeys by his side. Jason shakes his head in disgust before he could hear a knock at the door of his office.
JASON LONG
“Come.”
The door opens up as Jason puts away the papers to one side, lifting his head up and finding himself facing Ana Somnia, one of the newest signings to the company that Jason had come to know more about in recent weeks. Ana stepped into the room and came closer to the desk of Jason Long, opting to take a seat right in front of the owner – who shared a smile upon seeing the presence of Ana in the room.
JASON LONG
“Ana… I didn’t think you were going to show up, you know?”
Ana cracked a smile along her face, leaning in closer.
ANA SOMNIA
“Well… when I heard you had an offer for me, I knew I couldn’t resist the temptation of showing up.”
JASON LONG
“That’s the spirit… and, exactly, you’re right about that. I did have a quick little offer for you– don’t I? Well, you see, Ana. I knew from the moment that you shared your interests with the company that I’d have a hell of a fighter on my hands– and when I got the chance to see you compete on Monday Night Combat over in Victory Pro and even seeing you train in The Forge? My suspicions were very much cleared up and made true.”
ANA SOMNIA
“Please, Jason—”
The owner raised a hand up and interrupted Ana from speaking any further.
JASON LONG
“Hey now… That is Mister Long to you, Ana. Remember where you are right now.”
ANA SOMNIA
“...Mister Long.”
Jason nodded his head to her correct pronunciation of how she spoke his name.
ANA SOMNIA
“I didn’t come here to be used for speculation on whether or not I am good, I am sure you’re aware of that even. You’ve seen the resume that I carry along with me, I’ve done so much over the past few years that it’s made me a well assigned acquisition compared to the rest of the scoundrel that you have roaming your roster, Mister Long. And, as much as I am quite interested in this whole offer you’re supposed to be giving to me tonight, I am hoping it is what I think it is… a place in that tournament.”
Jason leaned back in the chair, smirking to himself and scoffing.
JASON LONG
“Oh, Ana— I feel like we’ve still got a whole lot to learn about one another, you know? As far as that offer of mine goes to you, Ana? Your speculation would be correct– I am offering you a place in the Infinite Power Tournament and I am willing to give you the main event spot in two weeks at Adrenaline against your opponent in that round match.”
Ana began to nod to the announcement made, standing up from where she sat and looking down at Jason.
ANA SOMNIA
“You’ve made the right choice, Mister Long—”
Once again, Jason raises his hand up to interrupt Ana one more time– cutting her off before she could finish.
JASON LONG
“Now, I’m sure you might think it’s the right choice– but I never said who you were going to face…”
Jason stood up and looked to the door of his office before raising his voice.
JASON LONG
“If you could come in for a moment, Elizabeth! I feel like you’re needed for this one.”
The door to the office opens up just as Ana turned around to see who had walked through the door this time round— and to her shock, she’s met with a familiar face in Liz Karlson standing at the door before slamming it shut, the APEX World Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder as she stepped up to the desk and glances towards Ana to her right.
JASON LONG
“I have an inkling that the two of you might know one another, buuuuttt… Ana, I would like you to meet your opponent in two weeks at the main event of Adrenaline II… Liz Karlson.”
LIZ KARLSON
“Well, fuckface… I guess it’s me and you in two weeks then, huh?”
ANA SOMNIA
“I’m sure you remember me too well, don’t you?”
LIZ KARLSON
“I do– and it’s going to be so sweet kickin’ your fuckin’ teeth down your throat, bitch—”
Jason reached over the table to bring an arm in between the two women, making sure that they don’t come to a clash of heads inside of their office.
JASON LONG
“How about we save this for next week, shall we? I know the two of you are just itching to get at one another right now but I’m not going to have that in my office, okay? Ana, if you could leave first, that would be perfect.”
Ana glared at Jason before turning around and heading out of the office, slamming the door shut and leaving both Liz and Jason inside of the office before the feed cut away back to ringside.
??
“Infinite? What does anyone here know of the infinite?”
Rasped a cold, cruel voice from the darkness of the black screen.
??
“I have gazed into the infinite, into the very face of infinity! And all I saw was the cold, empty darkness of the Void waiting for us! Infinite? Bah!”
Something shifted in the darkness, and in stark black and greys the gleaming metal mask of Donzig appeared. He tilted his head, hissing before a hand lifted with a curl of his fingers.
DONZIG
“Do you think the Void will be mocked? No, no, no, Infinite Pro Wrestling will just be another note in the Conquest! It will be just another dominion claimed by the Children of the Fall! IPW, the Scourge has called your name!”
Donzig’s voice text rose to a shriek, and he leaned forward as he rolled his shoulders.
DONZIG
“I have called your name!”
He fell back, steepling his hands before him as he took a deep shuddering breath. Two figures stepped from the shadows standing at his shoulder, one was Sinclair Godfrey. The other was the tall menacing form of Gavin Drake.
DONZIG
“Infinite Pro Wrestling! I will send my Butcher upon you, I will send my strong left hand to batter you into submission. He will break you before him, and lay you at my feet! Because you see IPW the hour has come, the Empty Night has fallen! And Donzig-gun is coming!”
Gavin Drake sneered, and he lifted a big hand before it curled into a fist.
GAVIN DRAKE
“I am the empty hand of Donzig-gun, and the empty hand?”
His hand snapped outward, shoving the camera which crashed across the floor with a sound of breaking glass and a cloud of static.
GAVIN DRAKE
“TAKES!”
There came the sound of the laughter of the Baroness, followed by the odd mechanical rasping laughter of Donzig.
Then nothing.
WITH THE ASCENDED PRIME CHAMPIONSHIP, THE PLAYHOUSE CHAMPIONSHIP,
THE GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THE PROJECT: HONOR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE
JOIN PROJECT: HONOR IN THEIR HOSTING OF FALLOUT'S PAY-PER-VIEW: PUBLIC EXECUTION II!
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CHLOE HARTWELL
“And here we go, ladies and gentlemen, the first ever main event for Infinite Pro Wrestling! And what a match that it’s going to be – just these names alone could even main event a pay-per-view, this could’ve been the finals of the whole tournament!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Take a look at the names that are in this right now, Chloe. Reckless Jack and Cross Recoba, two individuals who’ve been doing this for years and have got massive individual history and they’re respected names in this industry. But there’s only one who can move into the next round of the Infinite Power Tournament, and we’re about to find out exactly who.”
"My Name is Human" by Highly Suspect begins to play inside the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix necklace for luck with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a cavalcade of boos and jeers. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he smiles cockily towards the audience. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
CASEY KINCAID
“The following is a Quarter Final roundup match in the Infinite Power Tournament… Introducing first, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada in the United States and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds… HE IS THE FOX… CROSSSSSS REEEEEECOOOOOOBAAAAAAAA!!!”
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lion's head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron and, with a wipe of his feet, slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to heckle and boo even louder. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
The lights go out as the chanting intro to “I Am Hell” by Machine Head begins to fill the arena. While the chanting goes on the tron screen is all sunshiny until it stops. Then the drums and guitar start. The sunshine gives away to blood rain.
“I am death
Arms held outstretched
I am hell
Born this mortal shell
I am wrath
Take this bloodbath
God sent me to kill you”
Reckless Jack makes his entrance known as he comes out from the back. RJ stands there with the robe over him, hood up, standing in his blood rain. After standing there for a few moments, head moving around to see the crowd, Reckless Jack begins to walk to the ring slowly taking his time soaking all of it in. The crowd keeps chanting for Reckless Jack seeing him set his mood.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent… wrestling out of Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds… THIS IS REEEECKKKKKLESSSSSSS JAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!”
At ringside Reckless Jack hops up onto the ring apron entering the ring with no frills. Reckless Jack tosses the hood back looking at everyone through the mask taking the robe off. That gets handed to ringside as the rain comes to an end. Reckless Jack stands in the middle of the ring waiting for the blood to be shed.
MATCH THREE - MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT QUARTER FINALS
CROSS RECOBA vs RECKLESS JACK
DING! DING!
Once the bell had rung, Reckless Jack was quick on the attack and pounced to strike at the Box Office Smash— landing in the stomps to the chest of Recoba in the corner but the referee, Jackson Miller, begins to pull Reckless Jack away from the corner and away from Recoba— but Jack connects with a heavy INSULTING SLAP right across the face of Recoba and that made Recoba smile, gently holding his jaw and shaking his head. After the referee is able to bring Reckless Jack across the ring, Recoba charges out of the corner and flies above the referee with both feet connecting right to the head of Jack for the DROPKICK!
The dropkick sent Reckless Jack back into the corner and it gave Cross the opening that he needed to begin the match for himself, landing some hard forearm strikes right to the head of Jack– but that makes Jack reverse the strikes and put Cross in the corner, beginning a series of forearm strikes and open hand chops right to the chest of Cross! Jack grabs Cross and turns around, looking to send him into the corner with the EXPLODER SUPLEX– but Cross is able to land some elbows right to the back of the head of Jack– Jack, however, hooks the leg and SENDS CROSS INTO THE CORNER WITH A CAPTURE SUPLEX THAT CRUMPLES CROSS WITH THE IMPACT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Jack is able to pull Cross out of the corner and into the middle of the ring, keeping a hold onto his arm and grabbing the other arm before beginning to stomp down onto the chest of Cross, just stomping a hole right through the chest of Cross Recoba before releasing the arms and just standing there– soaking in the negative reaction from the crowd in the National Stadium. Jack grabs onto the arm once more and drags Cross back up to his feet, bringing his head under Cross’ arm and looking for the BACKDROP SUPLEX– but a clubbing blow right to the back of Jack’s head saves Cross from imminent doom and gives him the opportunity he needed to pick Jack up and drop him right back down on his head for the PILEDRIVER! Cross just drove Jack’s head right into the mat with the Piledriver and he’s quick to hook the leg for the cover.
ONE!
TWO–
KICKOUT!!!
A near two count for Cross as he pulls himself off of Jack and brings himself back to his feet, clutching at his chest where Jack had landed those stomps beforehand and watching Jack bring himself back up to his feet slowly, up to one knee before Cross rebounded off of the ropes and landing the RUNNING KNEE LIFT right to the head of Jack and knocking him right back down to the mat. That gave Cross another few moments he needed to recover from the stomps earlier, which he did, and went right back to the attack on Jack— picking up Jack from the mat and dropping him down almost on his head with the SAITO SUPLEX, but he wasn’t done there as he brought Jack to his feet again and dropped him with a second SAITO SUPLEX right down onto Jack’s neck! The two consecutive Saito Suplexes seemed to have taken it’s toll on Jack as he looked completely out of it– but Cross clearly wasn’t done there and was looking to begin the end of Reckless Jack’s resurrection, bringing Jack up and back down with the–
THE SKIM!
( Osaka Street Cutter. )
—but Jack was able to counter it in time, grabbing a hold of Cross and landing on his feet to pick Cross up and DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE EMERALD FLOWSION! Jack had perfected the comeback for himself and was back in the saddle of the match, not opting for the cover just yet as he began to crawl towards the ropes for leverage to pick himself back up. Jack looked down at Cross, who was still laid out on the mat, and then tumbled into the corner to where he began to climb – his back turned to Cross as he did – and with one short moment of hesitation on the top rope, he leaped with the—
PHOENIX SPLASH!
—AND HE GOT ALL OF THE SPLASH, GOING FOR THE COVER ON CROSS WITH THE ONE LEG HOOKED!
ONE!
TWO!!
T—
KICKOUT!!!
CROSS IS ABLE TO KICK OUT AND JACK IS SHOWING FRUSTRATION, POUNDING AWAY ON THE MAT!
RECKLESS JACK
“STAY FUCKIN’ DOWN!”
Jack was showing that pure violent anger within his body expression, looking for one of his RECKLESS KILLING finishers– but Cross was able to slide down the back in time and push Jack into the ropes as he came right back to Cross with the arm raised for a LARIAT– but Cross countered into a THIRD SAITO SUPLEX! And that turned Jack inside out as he rolled through and back to his feet just as Cross had done the same, and the MISSILE DROPKICK sent Jack through the ropes and took a hard tumble right outside of the ring! Cross saw the opening he needed and the one he intended, rebounding off of the ropes in quick succession and leaping over the ropes in a single bound with—
A MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!
( Leaping Dropkick from the ring to the outside. )
CROSS GOT ALL OF THE DROPKICK AND SENT JACK RIGHT INTO THE CROWD, INTO THE SECOND ROW OF THE FANS! NEAR ENOUGH A WHOLE ROW OF FANS ARE KNOCKED DOWN FROM JACK TUMBLING INTO THEM! Cross is able to pick himself up as the crowd seem to chant for Recoba right now as he slides back into the ring, looking down at Jack within amongst the fans, and springing onto the ropes for a PLANCHA INTO THE CROWD! CROSS TOOK OUT EVERYONE AND ANYONE THAT WAS UNDERNEATH HIM! MORE OF THE CROWD ARE KNOCKED DOWN AND BOTH MEN ARE IN THE RUBBLE OF FANS!
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
The referee had begun his count just as both men seemed to pull themselves out of the rubble of people, slowly finding their way back towards the ring and back inside before the referee’s count could reach the count of ten. Reckless Jack was the first to feet but Cross was quick to catch up right after— but he soon dropped back down to one knee with a heavy ROLLING ELBOW right to the jaw, Jack finds himself hovering right above Recoba and picking him up onto his shoulders, looking for MAD WORLD but Cross is looking to counter and slide down the back of Jack once again– but Jack grabs onto the head of Recoba and runs into the middle of the ring with–
UNTITLED FINALE!
( Air Raid Crash. )
Jack goes for the cover quickly on Recoba, the leg hooked!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE—
KICKOUT!!!
CROSS KICKED OUT AGAIN! WITH SHEER FORCE BEHIND IT! BUT RECKLESS JACK ISN’T GOING TO STOP THERE, HEADING ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND LOOKING FOR ANOTHER PHOENIX SPLASH DOWN ONTO CROSS RECOBA— BUT THE FOX SPRINGS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPES AND GRABS ONTO JACK FROM BEHIND! THE ARMS ARE HOOKED FOR THE
FALL OF VALACHI!
( Top Rope Tiger Suplex. )
—JACK LANDS ON HIS FEET! JACK LANDS ON HIS FEET AND KICKS THE LEG RIGHT UNDERNEATH RECOBA! JACK BRINGS RECOBA INTO THE TORTURE RACK POSITION AND INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
RECKLESS KILLING I!
( Torture Rack into a Piledriver. )
—CROSS COUNTERS! CROSS COUNTERS! ABLE TO TWIST THINGS AROUND!
THE SICILIAN TYPEWRITER!
( Sit-Out Shiranui. )
CROSS GOES FOR THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEGS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!—
KICKOUT!!!
The fans within the National Stadium become unglued, on their feet at the sheer shock of just how close Reckless Jack came to being defeated, but Cross knows that’s nowhere near the end of the match— he knows that he’s got to hit Jack with one more move to put him down for good and put him forward in the Infinite Power Tournament. Cross looks to bring Jack up to his feet and seeks out locking in the GARIBALDI’S GUILLOTINE— but Jack kicks Recoba right in the face and pushes him back into the ropes– making him rebound and right into a PENALTY KICK right into the chest! Jack rolls through just as Cross stands in the corner and looks down at his opponent, watching him slowly getting right back up to his feet before charging in for the NORTHERN LARIAT– JACK TWISTS HIS BODY AROUND AND CATCHES RECOBA WITH A POWERFUL LARIAT! TURNING CROSS INSIDE OUT!
Reckless Jack drops down to a seated position as he looks down right at Cross right beside him, taking another deep breath before bringing himself back to his feet and then dragging Cross back into the middle of the ring, grabbing him by the head and screaming right into his face before bringing him up into the seated position and taking a step back– charging in with a RUNNING KNEE right to the head of Cross! Jack wastes no more time, bringing himself over to the corner and beginning the climb to the top rope slowly. Cross is still laid out on the mat as Jack fixes his balance on the top before leaping…
PHOENIX SPLASH—NOOOOOO!
NOBODY HOME AND RECKLESS JACK CRASHES DOWN HARD INTO THE MAT! RECOBA DOESN’T KNOW JUST HOW CLOSE HE WAS TO BEING PUT OUT OF THE TOURNAMENT BRACKET!
“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”
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“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”
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“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”
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The chants inside of the National Stadium rang out as it looked to have been a nailbiter for everyone watching, but Cross was getting back to his feet and the ending was coming up– charging into Jack in the middle of the ring and landing a cocked back NORTHERN LARIAT right to the back of the head of Reckless Jack and just like so– Cross Recoba was going for the finish, looking to plant Jack away with UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA but as he’s about to leap? Jack begins to fight back, landing a knee strike down onto the shoulder of Recoba– but Cross grabs onto one of the legs, and then the other leg, holding Jack in place for the BASTARD DRIVER! Cross hooked both legs with the shoulders down onto the mat for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!—
KICKOUT!!!
JACK KICKED OUT AND CROSS IS FURIOUS! NOW, HAMMERING AWAY AS HE MOUNTS ON TOP OF JACK AND DRIVES THE FOREARM RIGHT INTO THE HEAD OF RECKLESS JACK! CROSS BEGINNING TO SHOW HIS OWN RECKLESS SIDE AS HE CONTINUES TO PUNISH JACK!
JACKSON MILLER
“Come on now, Cross! THAT’S ENOUGH!”
Referee Jackson Miller is finally able to talk some sense into Cross Recoba as he pulls him off of Reckless Jack– but that doesn’t stop Cross at all as he turns Jack onto his stomach and begins stomping away into the back of the head with some INVERTED ARM TRAPPED HEAD STOMPS! Cross continues to just kick the head in of Reckless Jack before finally releasing the arms and grabbing onto the legs of Jack, LOCKING IN THE–
GARIBALDI’S GUILLOTINE!
( Modified Liontamer. )
RECKLESS JACK IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE IN THE SUBMISSION! HE’S FIGHTING TO GET TO THE ROPES– BUT HE CAN’T MOVE FROM WHERE CROSS HAS HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! CROSS BEGINS TO BRING THE KNEES INTO THE BACK AND BEND JACK IN HALF— AND THAT FORCES JACK TO TAP! JACK TAPS OUT AND CROSS RECOBA ADVANCES TO THE SEMI-FINALS!
DING! DING! DING!
‘My Name is Human’ begins to play out as Cross continues to hold onto the submission, bridging the back of Reckless Jack before he finally releases the submission, the referee soon raising the hand of Cross Recoba as he’s announced the winner of the match.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… THE FOX… CROSS RECOOOOOBAAAAAAAA!!!”
Recoba stood tall over Reckless Jack, holding onto his back, and raised his arm up high as everyone gave a mixed emotion to Cross– but there’s a slight cheer as Recoba turned around and found himself looking down onto Irina Sokolov. The two stared one another down, a teaser towards their semi-final match in a few weeks time.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“This is going to be something, ladies and gentlemen! These two will face one another at Adrenaline III and it’ll decide who’ll go to First Contact for the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“But how do you think Irina Sokolov is going to manage against Cross Recoba? He just put on a stellar main event against Reckless Jack— and now he’s got to face Irina, there’s going to be an interesting conflict when this match happens!”
The final shot of the feed shows the height difference between Cross Recoba and Irina Sokolov with the fans inside of the National Stadium chanting the name of ‘Irina’ before the feed soon slowly faded to black.
© Infinite Pro Wrestling, 2022.
ADRENALINE #001
LIVE! from The National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, April 17th, 2022
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.
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!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What a night this has become! We’re SOLD OUT here in the National Stadium in the heart of the capital – Dublin City – and we’re all ready for Infinite Pro Wrestling to begin here tonight! My name is Dominic Morrissey and right alongside me is the stunning and intelligent Chloe Hartwell! And we both will lead you all on a journey unlike no other!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Tonight is where beginnings matter the most! Tonight is the night we welcome everyone to our beginning! Adrenaline is the show and we’re all going to be filling our souls with the adrenaline of some amazing action! Two of our Infinite Power Tournament matches will take place whilst we have a big time tag team match looking to begin the action – but, and I know Dominic is excited for this one, but THE OWNER WILL KICK OFF THE SHOW TONIGHT!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh indeed he will, and speaking of which, Chloe— I hear he’s coming out now so let’s kick it off, here comes the owner of Infinite Pro Wrestling!”
Just as ‘War Ender’ slowly fades away, the synthwave beats to ‘Kingslayer’ begin to play and the crowd inside of the National Stadium become unglued as the music is played overhead and signalling the arrival of one man, the man who made all of this possible, Jason Long! The curtain pulls back just as the chorus hits and Jason walks through with his arms extended out to a thunderous ovation! The King stands right at the edge of the stage with his arms out-stretched and with fire shooting up from behind at both sides of him, putting on an entrance only he could make.
CASEY KINCAID
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… PLEASE WELCOME THE OWNER OF INFINITE PRO WRESTLING… JAAASSOOONNNNN LOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!”
Jason made his way down the steps and began to walk around the ringside area, hitting along the hands of every fan that reached out before leaping onto the ring apron and entering the ring, looking around the entirety of the National Stadium and seeing all of the fans still on their feet for the owner. Once the music began to die down a little, the chants were getting louder and louder.
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
The owner is soon handed a microphone by Casey Kincaid as he stands back into the middle of the ring and continues to look around the room, before bowing his head at each side of the ring, giving his respects to everyone that chants for the company.
JASON LONG
“This right here is amazing.”
The crowd continued to cheer loudly for the opening comment.
JASON LONG
“I just wanted to say thank you everyone for how much you’ve supported the idea of Infinite Pro Wrestling, how much you’ve all made sure that your voices were heard when the idea was brought up and the announcement was made, and making suggestions of what we could do to achieve something better than anyone else that we could have easy competition with—but I didn’t make this company to go into competition, I made it to give back to everyone for my work in the past five years that I’ve been doing this. To give back to those who are in need of something new and fresh, considering how all of these companies lately have begun to either go on indefinite hiatuses or closures, and make sure that you all tune in every single show for something worth watching to the very end.”
Jason slowly nodded his head as the crowd continued to cheer for those fallen companies.
JASON LONG
“But right now — and I’m sure everyone here knows it — is about Infinite Pro Wrestling! When I first made the announcement on April 1st that there’ll be a brand new company in the works with the name of Infinite Pro Wrestling– a lot of people thought that it was some kind of April Fool’s Joke being played on them, and I could easily see why, but no… This, right here, was no joke in the making. All of this is real. Every single bit of it is real and on that day– Infinite Pro Wrestling was born. Since then, we’ve had many names sign on the dotted lines and we’ve got some amazing matches ready and waiting for all of you so make sure you keep your eyes peeled on what we have in store. As some of you are already aware, the Infinite Power Tournament kicks off tonight with two major matches and one hell of a star-studded main event!”
The graphic for tonight’s main event appears on the screens in the building and that gives the crowd a cheer for the big main event for the night.
JASON LONG
“But that’s not all… of course, we’ve got to have ourselves two other matches in two weeks… and those I am saving for later tonight because I don’t want to waste all of my announcements in one go, you know? But– what I will not do is leave you all empty handed from this opening of the show. You see, once the announcement was made and everyone had known about Infinite Pro Wrestling… I had a call from a good friend of mine, and they told me that they wanted to be a part of the experience, they wanted to have a taste of what Infinite Pro could bring to the table. So, I told them that I will bring them in for a match at the pay-per-view… At our inaugural pay-per-view, First Contact, MYŌJIN will be there to compete!”
Another graphic appears on the screen showing MYŌJIN and showing his first appearance to be at First Contact—but the graphic shows a vacant spot right beside him as Jason looked up to the graphic on the screen, a smile beginning to show.
JASON LONG
“...but then I began to wonder, who could’ve filled in that spot and faced MYŌJIN all by themselves. For over a week, I wondered and I wondered some more, and then it hit me out of nowhere because– During a trip I had taken to the States… I met up with a close friend of mine and we’ve talked and talked some more, she’s told me how much she thought of having a one-off match here in Infinite Pro Wrestling and that’s made me think, you know? I have MYŌJIN waiting for an opponent… and this good friend of mine is itching to be on my show and needs a good opponent… so it only made sense but to make this match happen!”
The crowd was slowly becoming silent and awaiting the announcement of the opponent.
JASON LONG
“So, MYŌJIN, if you are listening… I have found you an opponent for First Contact on June 12th… and that opponent of yours is The Shockcollar of Professional Wrestling… a legend and Hall of Famer… TARAH NOVA!”
With the opponent announced, the fans become unglued again as Tarah Nova was confirmed – just as the graphic appeared on the screen and confirming it’s authenticity. Jason looked around the room once more and began to nod his head, accepting the reaction– seeing it was just how he planned it to have been.
JASON LONG
“...one last thing before I go, however.”
The crowd once again went silent as they all listened in to the owner looking to make one more statement.
JASON LONG
“As of this morning, I have made a commission for the roster. With the arrival of some more names heading in, it seems as if the roster is going to expand into levels that I wouldn’t have completely guessed it had gone. Which is why that commission is something special… in a few weeks time, I will be introducing to you all a brand new championship that’ll have it’s inaugural champion be crowned at First Contact! The championship’s name? It’ll be known as… the Infinite Pro National Openweight Championship!”
The crowd once again cheered for the announcement of the brand new championship.
JASON LONG
“I will be scouting the talent that’ll be competing here and in the next few weeks to see who’ll prove themselves worthy of challenging for the championship… but, as expected, I know this roster will prove just how worthy they are to get this title shot. So, what are we waiting for, Dublin? LET’S GET GOING WITH ADRENALINE!”
A final roar from the crowd is heard and soon enough, ‘Kingslayer’ began to play out within the building as Jason was exiting the ring and heading right for the back. The camera panned right back up to the commentary table and showed the grinning looks on both commentator’s faces.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Just when you thought that we couldn’t start the show any better… Jason Long went and took it to another level with some groundbreaking announcements to kick things off here tonight! Matches made for First Contact and a brand new championship on the way in a few short weeks!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“When I spoke to him earlier, he told me to listen and wait for the magic to happen… and, my god, he did exactly that! June 12th is still a long time away but the hype for the first pay-per-view is now on another level… MYŌJIN versus Tarah Nova, the Infinite Pro Heavyweight and Infinite Pro National Openweight Championships will find their first homes, and that’s just what we know so far! That is huge hype for a first pay-per-view, Chloe!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It sure is but right now, we’ve got to get things started with our very first match… Take it away, Casey!”
CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH set for ONE FALL!”
Alastor Touchdown and Jimi Cooldown come out and they are f'n STRUTTIN' and they're CUTTIN'! They hit their iconic double flex pose at the top of the stage, streamers going off, crowd going ham, almost as if they're big stars.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of ‘Boogie Street’, New York and weighing in tonight at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-two pounds… THEY ARE THE TEAM OF THE WHOLE CUNTING SHOW, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN… AND THE MOST FUCKED FUCKER, JIMI COOLDOWN… THEY’RE NO MORE HEROES… THHEEEEEEEE JAAAAAAAMMMMM ROCCKKKKKKERRRRRRSSSSSS!!!!”
Continuing their cocky strutting on their way down the ramp, Alastor Touchdown can be heard shouting "MORE! MORE!! MORE!!!", "SAY ALL OF 'EM!!!" and shouting "SAY THE NAMES, COWARD!". Cool Hands Cooldown plays it off cool, twirling a finger in the air, talkin' bout "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" and throwing up metal horns as he follows behind his partner. The Fucked Fuckers split, Jimi Cooldown climbs into the ring and hits the wide stanced flex! His partner "The Crazy White Boy" Alastor Touchdown slides in the ring, between his partners legs and begins viciously thrusting the canvas. Alastor jumps up and bee-lines for the announcer, who bails from the ring. Cooldown stands at the ropes talkin' trash to the front row, whilst Touchdown follows the announcer his gaze.
“ADRENALINE… IN MY SOUL… EVERY FIGHT OUT OF CONTROL!
DO IT ALL TO GET THEM OFF THEIR FEET!”
The sounds of ‘Kingdom’ began to echo throughout the National Stadium as Stefan McCain steps through the curtain and struts his way to the edge of the stage, looking as smug as ever as the crowd continue to sing along to the Downstait lyrics playing overhead.
CASEY KINCAID
“And their opponents, first… wrestling out of Adare, County Limerick, Ireland—”
The crowd ROAR for the home country man himself.
CASEY KINCAID
“—and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-five pounds… HE IS MISTER AMAZING… STEEFFFFFAAAAANNNN MCCCCCCCAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNN!!!”
The crowd continued to cheer as Stefan raised his hands up into the air, but–
TERRORBYTE cuts off Downstait as ‘BOOGEYMAN’ begins to rip through the P.A. System and the curtain opening up wide for JUDITH to step through, walking out onto the stage and looking around the arena. JUDITH looked down and glared at Stefan McCain before the two would make their way down the steps and into the ring for her introduction.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his tag team partner… wrestling out of Haddonfield, New Jersey and weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty-seven pounds… SHE IS THE BOOGEYMAN… THIS IS JUUUUUUUUDIIIIIITHHHHHHH!!!”
MATCH ONE
THE JAMROCKERS vs STEFAN MCCAIN and JUDITH
DING! DING!
Upon the bell ringing, the two that stand inside of the ring are ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN and JUDITH as they stare at one another— Alastor showing a bit of cockiness to his actions whilst JUDITH simply stared daggers right at her opponent. STEFAN MCCAIN and JIMI COOLDOWN both stand on the aprons and watch closely as these two are to clash with one another in the middle of the ring, clasping hands with one another in a test of strength between the two as it seemed to be JUDITH who gained the advantage over the shorter Alastor Touchdown, but a kick to the gut gives Alastor the advantage that he wanted—before driving her down to the mat with an IMPALER DDT that spikes her head first into the ring mat, giving him a chance to boast in what he had done, doing his common flex pose right above JUDITH as she laid there.
JIMI COOLDOWN (off mic)
“SEE THAT?! A COMMON ALASTOR W RIGHT THERE!”
Alastor stands up straight and hovers over JUDITH—but she used his chance to boast the crowd to shake some sense into herself, grabbing him by the throat with both hands and throwing him into the corner before charging into the corner with a BIG BOOT right to the face of Alastor as he stumbles out of the corner and falls down flat in the centre of the ring. Jimi Cooldown looks to enter the ring to help out Alastor– but he’s met with a hard HEADBUTT from JUDITH! That was enough to distract JUDITH from Alastor getting back to his feet and charging in for the SLING BLADE that knocks JUDITH off of her feet! Alastor springs back to his feet and stands close to JUDITH, going for the STANDING MOONSAULT— BUT JUDITH KICKED HIM AWAY IN MID AIR! SENDING ALASTOR ACROSS THE RING AND ALMOST THROUGH THE ROPES AS HE ROLLS OUT ONTO THE APRON!
JUDITH looks shaken up from the Sling Blade and goes for the tag onto Stefan McCain– which, once she did, gave him the opportunity to go right for Alastor on the apron – who was still shaken up from being sent across the ring from the kick – as he charged into the kneeling Alastor with the–
CAR BOMB!
( Bicycle Knee Strike. )
—but Jimi had pulled Alastor off of the apron and made Stefan completely whiff the Knee Strike attempt. Stefan didn’t take too lightly to the missed attempt at the Knee but he’s quick enough to climb up onto the second turnbuckle and look back to see both of The Jamrockers down on the ground and unbeknownst to them about what Stefan is doing as HE LEAPS FOR THE MOONSAULT DOWN TO BOTH MEN—
DOUBLE SUPERKICK!
STEFAN GOT CAUGHT IN MID AIR AND WAS DROPPED LIKE A BAD HABIT DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR! BUT THEY DIDN’T SEE WHO WAS STANDING INSIDE OF THE RING… JUDITH WAS REBOUNDING OFF OF THE ROPES AND LEAPING OVER…
RASH DECISION!
( Tope Con Hilo. )
AND JUDITH KNOCKED DOWN EVERYONE ON SIGHT! THE JAMROCKERS, STEFAN MCCAIN, AND JUDITH! ALL OF THEM WERE DOWN AND OUT ON THE FLOOR BELOW! THE CROWD INSIDE OF THE NATIONAL STADIUM WERE ON THEIR DAMN FEET FOR JUST HOW MUCH THESE FOUR ARE PUTTING INTO THIS OPENING MATCH!
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
“I–P–DUB!”
JUDITH was the first to the four’s feet, picking up Stefan McCain from the rubble and throwing him inside of the ring – like he was a ragdoll – before picking up Alastor Touchdown and throwing him back inside of the ring much like how she threw in her partner. But, just as JUDITH had picked up Jimi Cooldown to throw him into the ring post, Jimi had put his hands up to stop JUDITH from going any further.
JIMI COOLDOWN (off mic)
“STOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!... WATCH THIS!”
OCULAR PAT DOWN!
( Gamengiri. )
AND THE GAMENGIRI CONNECTED, DROPPING JUDITH AS QUICK AS EVER!
JIMI COOLDOWN (off mic)
“GET ‘EM, AL!”
Alastor had brought himself back up to his feet and gave the thumbs up to Jimi on the outside, but just as he turned around to face Stefan– The Amazing One charged in and booted Alastor into the corner, beginning to throw punches right into the abdomen of his opponent before raining down the FOREARM STRIKES right down to Alastor’s head— but as he took a few steps back and was about to rush in towards Alastor?
JIMI COOLDOWN SWEEPS THE LEG!
—and that gives Alastor the time he needs to head up to the top rope and look out to the crowd inside of the National Stadium before he could shout at the top of his lungs.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (off mic)
“YA READY FOR THIS ONE!? THE QUADRUPLE MOONSAULT!!!”
Alastor is about to jump– but before he could, JUDITH leaped onto the apron and SHOVES ALASTOR! JUDITH pushed him off of the top rope, sending him across the ring and right over closer to Jimi Cooldown in their corner, to which he tags himself in, and goes right for JUDITH on the outside with a DROPKICK through the ropes but JUDITH had gotten back inside of the ring just in time before Jimi could land that dropkick– Jimi headed back inside of the ring and was immediately met with
CAR BOMB!
( Bicycle Knee Strike. )
RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF JIMI COOLDOWN AS STEFAN SHOUTED RIGHT INTO THE FACE OF JIMI!
STEFAN MCCAIN (off mic)
“YOU AIN’T SHIT AGAINST ME AND MOMMY— FUCK! I MEAN JUDITH! YOU HEAR ME!?
Stefan got back to his feet and raised his hands up to the crowd, being cocky as ever as JUDITH watches him with an eyebrow raised before shaking her head, and as soon as Stefan had turned around to face JUDITH? She rushes in and LANDS THE BIG BOOT RIGHT TO STEFAN MCCAIN! IMMEDIATELY SHE HAD TURNED ON HER PARTNER AND LEFT HIM THERE FOR THE JAMROCKERS TO TAKE THE ADVANTAGE!
JUDITH (off mic)
“Next time you call me that shit? I’m rippin’ your fuckin’ head off.”
JUDITH exited the ring and left Jimi to collect himself and notice what was happening inside of the ring with him, crawling over to Alastor and shaking him awake as he alerted him to what just happened a moment ago– which immediately made him go out onto the ring apron and look inside of the ring to Jimi Cooldown setting Stefan McCain for the Piledriver as Alastor springboarded in…
TUNA MELTZER DRIVER!
( Meltzer Driver. )
Jimi hooks the leg of Stefan as the referee makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
‘Kick Out The Jams’ began to play as The Jamrockers had won their first tag team match, with Alastor blowing a kiss into the camera and Jimi giving off a smug shit eating grin along his face. The two both looked up to JUDITH – who stayed standing on the stage and watched the ending of the match from there – as they gave her a thumbs up for the ‘assistance’ in their win.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here are your winners… Alastor Touchdow—”
Casey Kincaid is soon interrupted by the sounds of ‘Kingslayer’ hitting the speakers inside of the National Stadium for the second time tonight as the owner stepped through the curtain to a massive crowd ovation and stood right beside JUDITH with a microphone in hand.
JASON LONG
“Well, well, well… I guess not all first matches go according to plan and some unusual pairings just don’t work well on the first go, as proven here tonight. But, that’s not what I came out here to do. You see, The Jamrockers won their match tonight and I feel as if they’ve deserved their place in the Infinite Power Tournament! So, I made the decision during their match as to who’ll be representing them in the tournament as only one of them could go through for fairness sake.”
The two Jamrockers stood up and leaned against the ropes, awaiting to see which of them will be in.
JASON LONG
“...and that honour goes to you, Alastor Touchdown. You, my friend, will be entering the Infinite Power Tournament in two weeks!”
Alastor seemed to have been over the moon at the announcement and began celebrating.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN (off mic)
“THANKS UNC! I WON’T LET YOU DOWN!”
JASON LONG
“I’m sure you won’t because– there’s a reason why I made this match tonight and it’s a very good one at that. In two weeks, Alastor, at Adrenaline II? You’ll be facing this person right beside me. You’ll be facing JUDITH in the tournament.”
The smile completely dropped from Alastor’s face as he looked right towards JUDITH– who simply gave Alastor a wave right towards him. Jason nodded his head before turning around to head to the back— but he stopped in his tracks and turned right back around again to speak once more.
JASON LONG
“...and just to make sure nothing suspicious happens? Jimi Cooldown is barred from ringside during that match.”
The two Jamrockers look completely disgusted with the rules set down by the owner as he finally makes his way to the back and leaves JUDITH on the stage and pointing right towards Alastor Touchdown as the feed soon fades away to a commercial break.
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CHLOE HARTWELL
“Biased as I may be, that opener was a great way to set the tone for the rest of the show! ”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina and Reza have a tough act to follow but just looking at the build-up, Irina knows this a great opportunity and only Leo stands in her way..”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“You mentioned before the show that maybe Leo showed a bit too much respect to his opponent? ”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Reza can’t just be happy to be here. He finds himself in the tournament to crown the first IPW Champion and if you look at how the roster has grown since he signed Long’s contract - there will be a lot of people wishing they were in his spot!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“You may be right there but he’ll be hoping his size advantage and technical prowess can outwit and put away Irina’s dangerous combination of speed and strike-based offense!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Both are students of the game and you can guarantee the winner will be watching the main-event with interest as they find out who joins them in the sem-finals.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Speaking of which, Luis de León is backstage right now with one of our competitors in the main-event. Over to you, Luis!”
The cameras cut to backstage, Luis is standing by with Cross Recoba. The XHF Box Office Smash has yet to change into his ring-gear and wears a blue suit with a Boston Red tie. He rests one hand atop of the Lionshead cane, over his other shoulder resides the HCW Diamond Championship.
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Cross, we haven’t seen you wrestle since Big Fight Fight Night where you lost to Poena, before that your last match was all the way back at the Clash of the Icons, AWF’s last show. If you’ve seen our message boards, people are wondering if you’re here to compete or just to promote Tap Out Wrestling - what do you have to say to those people?”
CROSS RECOBA
“Look, Poena got me on that day and I can’t try and spin it otherwise. No hard feelings, he’s headlining our next show in two weeks. But that’s the past, I can’t change it no matter how much I can’t stress to you how much I HATE losing. Instead, I used the motivation to not suffer the same fate against Reckless Jack. If the people who spend their lives on message boards just did their homework, they’d know I’ve spent every spare hour I could find in the gym and inside the ring to hone my skills and make sure that I’m as sharp as I ever was. I’ve sparred with every independent wrestler in Nevada in the warm-up to this. Every person who has wanted to join Tap Out? I’ve personally stepped inside the ring with them as much to keep my own skills and fitness up as to see how their skills stack up! ”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“So, it’s safe to say that you’re looking to win this whole tournament?”
CROSS RECOBA
“I don’t enter to make up the numbers. Around two years ago today, I entered the XHF Rumble and I came sixth. If I was happy to make up the numbers then I’d have been elated to get so far but I rewatched the tape, the elimination from Michael Storm until I’d figured him out. Then, when we faced off before that year’s Clash of the Icons - I knew I had his number. Tonight’s challenge is no different, I’ve seen the tapes of Reckless Jack, I know the stories but I equally know that he isn’t unbeatable. If he was half as good as he thinks he is, he’d be the X*Crown champion!”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Speaking of which, some might say this year’s Rumble is as open as we’ve ever seen it. What stopped you from putting your name into the match?”
CROSS RECOBA
“You ever follow the IndyCar circuit much? You know how they say the Indy 500 is the most iconic race in the series? It’s also the most dangerous, it’s open to pretty much anyone with the right paperwork and yet those day-racers…they’re the ones that make it so dangerous. The Rumble is the same, I’m not risking my long-term health when you have people enter who really have no place in the ring. Sure, I could win but the odds are far shorter on me suffering an injury from a guy who fudged who trained him and doesn’t know how to actually wrestle. Look at my shoulder…you see that belt? That’s my insurance for not entering the Rumble…
LUIS DE LEÓN
“For our viewers at home who might not know, could you expand on what you just said?”
CROSS RECOBA
“This belt qualifies me for a title-shot at whoever win the Rumble, if I see fit. You know why they call me the XHF Box Office Smash? It’s because no matter where I am on the card, I make my match the one that people talk about afterwards. I make my match the reason people continue to put down their nine ninety-nine each month! Jason knew when he signed me that I’d draw eyeballs on his shows, God knows this venue isn’t doing it - it’s hardly Croke Park is it?”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Hardly, Croke Pa-”
CROSS RECOBA
“I’ll be watching Reza vs Irina and I’ll be taking notes because not only do I plan on getting my name into the history books by bringing the XHF X*Crown to IPW, I intend to do it whilst being the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Champion! I’ve taken on strikers like Irina, I’ve put down technical workhorses like Reza and tonight I’m going to put the legend of Reckless Jack into the ground where it belongs! When I lift Jack up later and plant him down with Up All Night in Dakota, it won’t just be the move to end the match…it’ll be the move that puts an exclamation point on my arrival in Infinite Pro!”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Some strong statements from Cross Recoba. Will he back them up? Find out in our main-event later tonight! Back to you, Chloe!
We’re brought back to the commentary table where we’re rejoined once again with Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey for our next match of the night.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Thank you, Luis, and as it seems– Cross Recoba will have his eyes on this match that’s just about to begin right now, Dominic. What do you think Reza or Sokolov have to be thinking with that kind of knowledge being known heading into this match, huh?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Clearly, you know, when a big name says that they’ve got their eyes on you… it builds pressure on the performance that you’re going to bring to the action– and I feel like these two already have a whole lot of pressure resting on their shoulders already with this being the Quarter Final match— but we’ll see who can hold in that pressure the longest.”
CHLOE HARWELL
“Indeed we will as we bring it over to Casey Kincaid for the ring introductions!”
CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is set for ONE FALL and is a Infinite Power Tournament Quarter-Final Match!”
“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon plays out through the arena as the few boos from those jealous of his good looks are soon drowned out by the cheers of those that love him. "The Submission Technician", "The Sky Angel" Leo Reza walks out on stage with an aura of confidence about him. He stands at the top of the ramp taking in the amazing response that he gets before starting his confident walk down to the ring. He stops to take a selfie with a few people along the way and slap hands with those wanting to. Once at the ring, he jumps up onto the apron before jumping up onto the top rope and hitting a springboard 360 flip and landing on his feet. Getting onto one knee in the middle of the ring, Leo holds his arms out soaking in the buzzing atmosphere before getting up to his feet and awaiting the start of the match.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of London, England and residing in Los Angeles, California – weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty-two pounds… HE IS THE SKY ANGEL… LEEEEEOOOOOOO REEEEEEEZAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
But with the music fading away and the slow beginning of ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play throughout the National Stadium, the song kicks in just in time for the arrival of Irina Sokolov— coming out to a heavy crowd reaction of cheers, which gives them a smile along their face before beginning to head down the steps and make their way around the ring before entering, getting into the corner and looking directly across at Leo Reza as she seems ready for combat.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent… wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… THEY ARE THE BIRD OF PREY… IRIIIIINNAAAAAA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOVVVVV!!!!”
MATCH TWO
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT QUARTER FINALS
LEO REZA vs IRINA SOKOLOV
DING! DING!
LEO REZA and IRINA SOKOLOV stand across the ring from one another and it looks to be the two heading into the middle of the ring for a Collar and Elbow Tie Up– and it’s Reza that gets the advantage, pushing Sokolov into the ropes and bringing a knee right into the midsection of Sokolov. Irina drops down to one knee and Reza grabs onto Sokolov, picking them up and dropping them back down to the mat with a forceful POWERBOMB that folds Sokolov in half– Reza rolled Sokolov back onto their knees and runs in for the BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE— but Sokolov caught the knee instead and brought themselves back up to their feet, throwing the leg of Reza down and landing a JUMPING KNEE STRIKE of her own!
Sokolov looked for a quick beginning of the end for Reza, going for LIGHT’S OUT— but Reza brought Sokolov up into the Suplex lift and drops them back down to the mat face first, with Sokolov bringing themselves up to their knees and meeting a wicked BUZZSAW KICK right to their head from Reza! The Sky Angel looked to be proving himself to the Dublin crowd as he began to climb to the top rope, looking down at his opponent and seeing them slowly bring themselves back to their feet, bent over and looking positioned for Reza leaping and falling down with the SHOOTING STAR PRESS right down onto the spine of Sokolov! Reza goes for the cover on Sokolov, hooking the legs.
ONE!
TW—
KICKOUT!!!
Sokolov kicks out in time and Reza brings himself back to his feet, keeping an eye on Sokolov as he watched them bring themselves back up to their feet before Reza stepped forward behind them and lands the HOOK KICK— but Sokolov grabbed onto the foot and sweeps the leg of Reza, before moving along towards the ropes and rebounding as they charge in and land the EUROPEAN UPPERCUT to the seated Reza! Sokolov began to drag Reza into the corner and brought him up into the corner as they took a step back and into the opposite corner– they charged in and came running right towards Reza…
KILL SHOT!
( Running Arched Big Boot to a cornered opponent. )
Reza falls out of the ring and Sokolov tries to grab onto him before he tumbles through the ropes but they couldn’t grab onto him in time, watching Reza hit a hard tumble onto the apron and then onto the floor below. Sokolov, heading onto the apron, watches Reza begin to stir on the floor and stand back up onto his feet as the referee, Jackson Miller, advises Irina to get back into the ring— but it doesn’t stop them from running along the apron and diving with the CANNONBALL DIVE OFF OF THE APRON! Sokolov wipes out Rena before bringing him back up to his feet and into the ring again, heading to the top rope and looking down at Reza, seeking that they make the leap of faith and go for the SMASH MOUTH— BUT REZA MOVES! UP TO HIS FEET AND INTO THE CORNER! RUNNING KNEE STRIKE THAT CATCHES RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF SOKOLOV AND ALMOST KNOCKING THEM OUT COMPLETELY!
Sokolov is brought back to their feet by Reza, who’s looking to plant them down with the G-FORCE, but Sokolov begins to struggle and frees themselves from the clutches of Reza, landing a BACK ELBOW and then turning around and landing a FOREARM STRIKE right into the jaw of Reza! The Sky Angel stumbles back— but he catches Irina with the SUPERKICK right to the jaw of the Bird of Prey— but they fire back with a BICYCLE BIG BOOT as they rebound off of the ropes! Reza falls back into the ropes and comes charging in with another BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE— but Sokolov ducked the knee, catching Reza from behind— SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX! Reza rolls over back onto his knees as Sokolov goes to pick up Reza and lift him back onto his feet, they hoist Reza up into the Suplex lift– but he’s able to slide down the back and out of the attempt at the LIGHT’S OUT and is given the opportunity to land the HOOK KICK right to the head of Sokolov and then right into the–
DOOMSDAY!
( Superman Elbow. )
Reza looked to the kneeling Sokolov and watched as they slowly shook off the Hook Kick and Superman Elbow combination from just a few moments ago and brought themselves back onto their feet. Reza quickly turned them back around to face him as he connected with the combination of strikes that he calls the–
ANGEL’S INFERNO!
( Slap, Shoot Kick To The Shin, Shoot Kick To The Chest, Enziguri Kick Combination. )
Sokolov drops down to both knees as Reza springed back to his feet and landed one more SUPERKICK right onto the jaw of Sokolov before going for the cover, hooking their legs!
ONE!
TW—
KICKOUT!!!
Finding some way to kick out, Sokolov shows more fight inside of them than Reza initially thought of there to begin after landing that exclamation point kick right to their jaw. Reza grabbed onto Sokolov and grabbed onto the wrist of the Bird of Prey– landing the KNEE STRIKE right onto the jaw and picking them up into the Suplex lift to complete the THRONEBREAKER— but Sokolov slides down the back and counters with a DRAGON SUPLEX! Sokolov tried their best to bridge the Suplex attempt but they couldn’t hold onto him much longer, which allowed Sokolov to force Reza back onto his knees, giving her a chance to land a STIFF ROUNDHOUSE KICK right onto the head of Reza, making him slump over and rest his head right onto Sokolov, which makes them pick him up off of the mat and into the air for the—
LIGHT’S OUT!
( Falcon’s Arrow. )
BUT REZA LANDS ON HIS FEET! HOOK KICK RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF SOKOLOV AGAIN! REZA REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES AS SOKOLOV TURNS AROUND TO FACE REZA—
CYCLONE DRIVER!
( Headscissors Driver. )
AND IT SPIKED SOKOLOV DOWN TO THE MAT WITH EXTREME FORCE! IT GAVE REZA THE OPPORTUNITY HE NEEDED AS HE BEGAN TO CLIMB TO THE TOP ROPE, HEADING ALL THE WAY UP AND LOOKING DOWN AT SOKOLOV IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, LAID OUT FOR REZA’S FINAL MOVE OF THE NIGHT…
DESCENDING ANGEL!
( 630 Double Knee Drop. )
—BUT SOKOLOV MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND! REZA WENT BOTH KNEES INTO THE MAT WITH ALL FORCE BEHIND IT! SOKOLOV CHARGED IN— CURB STOMP! AND THEY SPIKED REZA’S HEAD INTO THE MAT, GRABBING ONTO THEIR HAIR AND BRINGING THEM TO A KNEELING POSITION, REBOUNDING OFF OF THE ROPES…
THE KILLING JOKE!
( Discus Elbow. )
THE CROWD ERUPT TO THE SUDDENNESS OF SOKOLOV’S COMEBACK! THE ELBOW LANDING RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF REZA’S HEAD AS HE WAS DROPPED, SOKOLOV GOING FOR THE COVER AND HOOKING BOTH OF HIS LEGS FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
With the sound of the bell ringing, ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play out within the National Stadium as Sokolov brings themselves up to one knee, looking around the National Stadium and was eyeing up the stage where Cross Recoba was standing and watching Irina – clapping his hands for her valiant efforts – just as the referee had raised their hand in victory.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… THE BIRD OF PREY… IRINA SOOOOKOOOOOLOOOOVVVVVV!!!”
Irina brought themselves back to their feet and looked directly at Cross Recoba on the stage, pointing at him and smiling from ear to ear as they raised their hand up as the victor – but not before mouthing something off to Recoba that isn’t heard over the loud cheers of the crowd chanting her name.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“What a valiant effort here tonight from both of these competitors but one just had to stand tall, and through sheer force, that person was Irina Sokolov! The Russian Bird of Prey pulled off a big win against Leo Reza– but I doubt that Reza’s chances of something big have ended here tonight.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Absolutely not, he fought to the very end— and I really thought that he’d pull through and pull off the win, but just one miscalculation stopped him from heading further in the Infinite Power Tournament— and if I was Jason Long right now? I’d have my eyes on Leo Reza, he’s got something good happening. But for right now, Irina Sokolov is the first to enter the semi-finals, and as they’ve seen? They’re going to have a hell of a challenge ahead of them if Cross Recoba advances too.”
The feed brings us into the office of the owner, Jason Long, signing away at some papers and looking at one of the contracts that he’s just signed off on— the picture that he holds up is of one man, ‘Big Papa’ LaChappa, and his many honeys by his side. Jason shakes his head in disgust before he could hear a knock at the door of his office.
JASON LONG
“Come.”
The door opens up as Jason puts away the papers to one side, lifting his head up and finding himself facing Ana Somnia, one of the newest signings to the company that Jason had come to know more about in recent weeks. Ana stepped into the room and came closer to the desk of Jason Long, opting to take a seat right in front of the owner – who shared a smile upon seeing the presence of Ana in the room.
JASON LONG
“Ana… I didn’t think you were going to show up, you know?”
Ana cracked a smile along her face, leaning in closer.
ANA SOMNIA
“Well… when I heard you had an offer for me, I knew I couldn’t resist the temptation of showing up.”
JASON LONG
“That’s the spirit… and, exactly, you’re right about that. I did have a quick little offer for you– don’t I? Well, you see, Ana. I knew from the moment that you shared your interests with the company that I’d have a hell of a fighter on my hands– and when I got the chance to see you compete on Monday Night Combat over in Victory Pro and even seeing you train in The Forge? My suspicions were very much cleared up and made true.”
ANA SOMNIA
“Please, Jason—”
The owner raised a hand up and interrupted Ana from speaking any further.
JASON LONG
“Hey now… That is Mister Long to you, Ana. Remember where you are right now.”
ANA SOMNIA
“...Mister Long.”
Jason nodded his head to her correct pronunciation of how she spoke his name.
ANA SOMNIA
“I didn’t come here to be used for speculation on whether or not I am good, I am sure you’re aware of that even. You’ve seen the resume that I carry along with me, I’ve done so much over the past few years that it’s made me a well assigned acquisition compared to the rest of the scoundrel that you have roaming your roster, Mister Long. And, as much as I am quite interested in this whole offer you’re supposed to be giving to me tonight, I am hoping it is what I think it is… a place in that tournament.”
Jason leaned back in the chair, smirking to himself and scoffing.
JASON LONG
“Oh, Ana— I feel like we’ve still got a whole lot to learn about one another, you know? As far as that offer of mine goes to you, Ana? Your speculation would be correct– I am offering you a place in the Infinite Power Tournament and I am willing to give you the main event spot in two weeks at Adrenaline against your opponent in that round match.”
Ana began to nod to the announcement made, standing up from where she sat and looking down at Jason.
ANA SOMNIA
“You’ve made the right choice, Mister Long—”
Once again, Jason raises his hand up to interrupt Ana one more time– cutting her off before she could finish.
JASON LONG
“Now, I’m sure you might think it’s the right choice– but I never said who you were going to face…”
Jason stood up and looked to the door of his office before raising his voice.
JASON LONG
“If you could come in for a moment, Elizabeth! I feel like you’re needed for this one.”
The door to the office opens up just as Ana turned around to see who had walked through the door this time round— and to her shock, she’s met with a familiar face in Liz Karlson standing at the door before slamming it shut, the APEX World Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder as she stepped up to the desk and glances towards Ana to her right.
JASON LONG
“I have an inkling that the two of you might know one another, buuuuttt… Ana, I would like you to meet your opponent in two weeks at the main event of Adrenaline II… Liz Karlson.”
LIZ KARLSON
“Well, fuckface… I guess it’s me and you in two weeks then, huh?”
ANA SOMNIA
“I’m sure you remember me too well, don’t you?”
LIZ KARLSON
“I do– and it’s going to be so sweet kickin’ your fuckin’ teeth down your throat, bitch—”
Jason reached over the table to bring an arm in between the two women, making sure that they don’t come to a clash of heads inside of their office.
JASON LONG
“How about we save this for next week, shall we? I know the two of you are just itching to get at one another right now but I’m not going to have that in my office, okay? Ana, if you could leave first, that would be perfect.”
Ana glared at Jason before turning around and heading out of the office, slamming the door shut and leaving both Liz and Jason inside of the office before the feed cut away back to ringside.
??
“Infinite? What does anyone here know of the infinite?”
Rasped a cold, cruel voice from the darkness of the black screen.
??
“I have gazed into the infinite, into the very face of infinity! And all I saw was the cold, empty darkness of the Void waiting for us! Infinite? Bah!”
Something shifted in the darkness, and in stark black and greys the gleaming metal mask of Donzig appeared. He tilted his head, hissing before a hand lifted with a curl of his fingers.
DONZIG
“Do you think the Void will be mocked? No, no, no, Infinite Pro Wrestling will just be another note in the Conquest! It will be just another dominion claimed by the Children of the Fall! IPW, the Scourge has called your name!”
Donzig’s voice text rose to a shriek, and he leaned forward as he rolled his shoulders.
DONZIG
“I have called your name!”
He fell back, steepling his hands before him as he took a deep shuddering breath. Two figures stepped from the shadows standing at his shoulder, one was Sinclair Godfrey. The other was the tall menacing form of Gavin Drake.
DONZIG
“Infinite Pro Wrestling! I will send my Butcher upon you, I will send my strong left hand to batter you into submission. He will break you before him, and lay you at my feet! Because you see IPW the hour has come, the Empty Night has fallen! And Donzig-gun is coming!”
Gavin Drake sneered, and he lifted a big hand before it curled into a fist.
GAVIN DRAKE
“I am the empty hand of Donzig-gun, and the empty hand?”
His hand snapped outward, shoving the camera which crashed across the floor with a sound of breaking glass and a cloud of static.
GAVIN DRAKE
“TAKES!”
There came the sound of the laughter of the Baroness, followed by the odd mechanical rasping laughter of Donzig.
Then nothing.
WITH THE ASCENDED PRIME CHAMPIONSHIP, THE PLAYHOUSE CHAMPIONSHIP,
THE GATEKEEPER CHAMPIONSHIP, AND THE PROJECT: HONOR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE
JOIN PROJECT: HONOR IN THEIR HOSTING OF FALLOUT'S PAY-PER-VIEW: PUBLIC EXECUTION II!
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CHLOE HARTWELL
“And here we go, ladies and gentlemen, the first ever main event for Infinite Pro Wrestling! And what a match that it’s going to be – just these names alone could even main event a pay-per-view, this could’ve been the finals of the whole tournament!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Take a look at the names that are in this right now, Chloe. Reckless Jack and Cross Recoba, two individuals who’ve been doing this for years and have got massive individual history and they’re respected names in this industry. But there’s only one who can move into the next round of the Infinite Power Tournament, and we’re about to find out exactly who.”
"My Name is Human" by Highly Suspect begins to play inside the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix necklace for luck with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a cavalcade of boos and jeers. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he smiles cockily towards the audience. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
CASEY KINCAID
“The following is a Quarter Final roundup match in the Infinite Power Tournament… Introducing first, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada in the United States and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds… HE IS THE FOX… CROSSSSSS REEEEEECOOOOOOBAAAAAAAA!!!”
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lion's head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron and, with a wipe of his feet, slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to heckle and boo even louder. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
The lights go out as the chanting intro to “I Am Hell” by Machine Head begins to fill the arena. While the chanting goes on the tron screen is all sunshiny until it stops. Then the drums and guitar start. The sunshine gives away to blood rain.
“I am death
Arms held outstretched
I am hell
Born this mortal shell
I am wrath
Take this bloodbath
God sent me to kill you”
Reckless Jack makes his entrance known as he comes out from the back. RJ stands there with the robe over him, hood up, standing in his blood rain. After standing there for a few moments, head moving around to see the crowd, Reckless Jack begins to walk to the ring slowly taking his time soaking all of it in. The crowd keeps chanting for Reckless Jack seeing him set his mood.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent… wrestling out of Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds… THIS IS REEEECKKKKKLESSSSSSS JAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!”
At ringside Reckless Jack hops up onto the ring apron entering the ring with no frills. Reckless Jack tosses the hood back looking at everyone through the mask taking the robe off. That gets handed to ringside as the rain comes to an end. Reckless Jack stands in the middle of the ring waiting for the blood to be shed.
MATCH THREE - MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT QUARTER FINALS
CROSS RECOBA vs RECKLESS JACK
DING! DING!
Once the bell had rung, Reckless Jack was quick on the attack and pounced to strike at the Box Office Smash— landing in the stomps to the chest of Recoba in the corner but the referee, Jackson Miller, begins to pull Reckless Jack away from the corner and away from Recoba— but Jack connects with a heavy INSULTING SLAP right across the face of Recoba and that made Recoba smile, gently holding his jaw and shaking his head. After the referee is able to bring Reckless Jack across the ring, Recoba charges out of the corner and flies above the referee with both feet connecting right to the head of Jack for the DROPKICK!
The dropkick sent Reckless Jack back into the corner and it gave Cross the opening that he needed to begin the match for himself, landing some hard forearm strikes right to the head of Jack– but that makes Jack reverse the strikes and put Cross in the corner, beginning a series of forearm strikes and open hand chops right to the chest of Cross! Jack grabs Cross and turns around, looking to send him into the corner with the EXPLODER SUPLEX– but Cross is able to land some elbows right to the back of the head of Jack– Jack, however, hooks the leg and SENDS CROSS INTO THE CORNER WITH A CAPTURE SUPLEX THAT CRUMPLES CROSS WITH THE IMPACT INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!
Jack is able to pull Cross out of the corner and into the middle of the ring, keeping a hold onto his arm and grabbing the other arm before beginning to stomp down onto the chest of Cross, just stomping a hole right through the chest of Cross Recoba before releasing the arms and just standing there– soaking in the negative reaction from the crowd in the National Stadium. Jack grabs onto the arm once more and drags Cross back up to his feet, bringing his head under Cross’ arm and looking for the BACKDROP SUPLEX– but a clubbing blow right to the back of Jack’s head saves Cross from imminent doom and gives him the opportunity he needed to pick Jack up and drop him right back down on his head for the PILEDRIVER! Cross just drove Jack’s head right into the mat with the Piledriver and he’s quick to hook the leg for the cover.
ONE!
TWO–
KICKOUT!!!
A near two count for Cross as he pulls himself off of Jack and brings himself back to his feet, clutching at his chest where Jack had landed those stomps beforehand and watching Jack bring himself back up to his feet slowly, up to one knee before Cross rebounded off of the ropes and landing the RUNNING KNEE LIFT right to the head of Jack and knocking him right back down to the mat. That gave Cross another few moments he needed to recover from the stomps earlier, which he did, and went right back to the attack on Jack— picking up Jack from the mat and dropping him down almost on his head with the SAITO SUPLEX, but he wasn’t done there as he brought Jack to his feet again and dropped him with a second SAITO SUPLEX right down onto Jack’s neck! The two consecutive Saito Suplexes seemed to have taken it’s toll on Jack as he looked completely out of it– but Cross clearly wasn’t done there and was looking to begin the end of Reckless Jack’s resurrection, bringing Jack up and back down with the–
THE SKIM!
( Osaka Street Cutter. )
—but Jack was able to counter it in time, grabbing a hold of Cross and landing on his feet to pick Cross up and DOWN ON HIS HEAD WITH THE EMERALD FLOWSION! Jack had perfected the comeback for himself and was back in the saddle of the match, not opting for the cover just yet as he began to crawl towards the ropes for leverage to pick himself back up. Jack looked down at Cross, who was still laid out on the mat, and then tumbled into the corner to where he began to climb – his back turned to Cross as he did – and with one short moment of hesitation on the top rope, he leaped with the—
PHOENIX SPLASH!
—AND HE GOT ALL OF THE SPLASH, GOING FOR THE COVER ON CROSS WITH THE ONE LEG HOOKED!
ONE!
TWO!!
T—
KICKOUT!!!
CROSS IS ABLE TO KICK OUT AND JACK IS SHOWING FRUSTRATION, POUNDING AWAY ON THE MAT!
RECKLESS JACK
“STAY FUCKIN’ DOWN!”
Jack was showing that pure violent anger within his body expression, looking for one of his RECKLESS KILLING finishers– but Cross was able to slide down the back in time and push Jack into the ropes as he came right back to Cross with the arm raised for a LARIAT– but Cross countered into a THIRD SAITO SUPLEX! And that turned Jack inside out as he rolled through and back to his feet just as Cross had done the same, and the MISSILE DROPKICK sent Jack through the ropes and took a hard tumble right outside of the ring! Cross saw the opening he needed and the one he intended, rebounding off of the ropes in quick succession and leaping over the ropes in a single bound with—
A MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!
( Leaping Dropkick from the ring to the outside. )
CROSS GOT ALL OF THE DROPKICK AND SENT JACK RIGHT INTO THE CROWD, INTO THE SECOND ROW OF THE FANS! NEAR ENOUGH A WHOLE ROW OF FANS ARE KNOCKED DOWN FROM JACK TUMBLING INTO THEM! Cross is able to pick himself up as the crowd seem to chant for Recoba right now as he slides back into the ring, looking down at Jack within amongst the fans, and springing onto the ropes for a PLANCHA INTO THE CROWD! CROSS TOOK OUT EVERYONE AND ANYONE THAT WAS UNDERNEATH HIM! MORE OF THE CROWD ARE KNOCKED DOWN AND BOTH MEN ARE IN THE RUBBLE OF FANS!
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
The referee had begun his count just as both men seemed to pull themselves out of the rubble of people, slowly finding their way back towards the ring and back inside before the referee’s count could reach the count of ten. Reckless Jack was the first to feet but Cross was quick to catch up right after— but he soon dropped back down to one knee with a heavy ROLLING ELBOW right to the jaw, Jack finds himself hovering right above Recoba and picking him up onto his shoulders, looking for MAD WORLD but Cross is looking to counter and slide down the back of Jack once again– but Jack grabs onto the head of Recoba and runs into the middle of the ring with–
UNTITLED FINALE!
( Air Raid Crash. )
Jack goes for the cover quickly on Recoba, the leg hooked!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE—
KICKOUT!!!
CROSS KICKED OUT AGAIN! WITH SHEER FORCE BEHIND IT! BUT RECKLESS JACK ISN’T GOING TO STOP THERE, HEADING ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND LOOKING FOR ANOTHER PHOENIX SPLASH DOWN ONTO CROSS RECOBA— BUT THE FOX SPRINGS ONTO THE MIDDLE ROPES AND GRABS ONTO JACK FROM BEHIND! THE ARMS ARE HOOKED FOR THE
FALL OF VALACHI!
( Top Rope Tiger Suplex. )
—JACK LANDS ON HIS FEET! JACK LANDS ON HIS FEET AND KICKS THE LEG RIGHT UNDERNEATH RECOBA! JACK BRINGS RECOBA INTO THE TORTURE RACK POSITION AND INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
RECKLESS KILLING I!
( Torture Rack into a Piledriver. )
—CROSS COUNTERS! CROSS COUNTERS! ABLE TO TWIST THINGS AROUND!
THE SICILIAN TYPEWRITER!
( Sit-Out Shiranui. )
CROSS GOES FOR THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEGS!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!—
KICKOUT!!!
The fans within the National Stadium become unglued, on their feet at the sheer shock of just how close Reckless Jack came to being defeated, but Cross knows that’s nowhere near the end of the match— he knows that he’s got to hit Jack with one more move to put him down for good and put him forward in the Infinite Power Tournament. Cross looks to bring Jack up to his feet and seeks out locking in the GARIBALDI’S GUILLOTINE— but Jack kicks Recoba right in the face and pushes him back into the ropes– making him rebound and right into a PENALTY KICK right into the chest! Jack rolls through just as Cross stands in the corner and looks down at his opponent, watching him slowly getting right back up to his feet before charging in for the NORTHERN LARIAT– JACK TWISTS HIS BODY AROUND AND CATCHES RECOBA WITH A POWERFUL LARIAT! TURNING CROSS INSIDE OUT!
Reckless Jack drops down to a seated position as he looks down right at Cross right beside him, taking another deep breath before bringing himself back to his feet and then dragging Cross back into the middle of the ring, grabbing him by the head and screaming right into his face before bringing him up into the seated position and taking a step back– charging in with a RUNNING KNEE right to the head of Cross! Jack wastes no more time, bringing himself over to the corner and beginning the climb to the top rope slowly. Cross is still laid out on the mat as Jack fixes his balance on the top before leaping…
PHOENIX SPLASH—NOOOOOO!
NOBODY HOME AND RECKLESS JACK CRASHES DOWN HARD INTO THE MAT! RECOBA DOESN’T KNOW JUST HOW CLOSE HE WAS TO BEING PUT OUT OF THE TOURNAMENT BRACKET!
“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”
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“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”
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“FIGHT FOR-EVER!”
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The chants inside of the National Stadium rang out as it looked to have been a nailbiter for everyone watching, but Cross was getting back to his feet and the ending was coming up– charging into Jack in the middle of the ring and landing a cocked back NORTHERN LARIAT right to the back of the head of Reckless Jack and just like so– Cross Recoba was going for the finish, looking to plant Jack away with UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA but as he’s about to leap? Jack begins to fight back, landing a knee strike down onto the shoulder of Recoba– but Cross grabs onto one of the legs, and then the other leg, holding Jack in place for the BASTARD DRIVER! Cross hooked both legs with the shoulders down onto the mat for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!—
KICKOUT!!!
JACK KICKED OUT AND CROSS IS FURIOUS! NOW, HAMMERING AWAY AS HE MOUNTS ON TOP OF JACK AND DRIVES THE FOREARM RIGHT INTO THE HEAD OF RECKLESS JACK! CROSS BEGINNING TO SHOW HIS OWN RECKLESS SIDE AS HE CONTINUES TO PUNISH JACK!
JACKSON MILLER
“Come on now, Cross! THAT’S ENOUGH!”
Referee Jackson Miller is finally able to talk some sense into Cross Recoba as he pulls him off of Reckless Jack– but that doesn’t stop Cross at all as he turns Jack onto his stomach and begins stomping away into the back of the head with some INVERTED ARM TRAPPED HEAD STOMPS! Cross continues to just kick the head in of Reckless Jack before finally releasing the arms and grabbing onto the legs of Jack, LOCKING IN THE–
GARIBALDI’S GUILLOTINE!
( Modified Liontamer. )
RECKLESS JACK IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE IN THE SUBMISSION! HE’S FIGHTING TO GET TO THE ROPES– BUT HE CAN’T MOVE FROM WHERE CROSS HAS HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! CROSS BEGINS TO BRING THE KNEES INTO THE BACK AND BEND JACK IN HALF— AND THAT FORCES JACK TO TAP! JACK TAPS OUT AND CROSS RECOBA ADVANCES TO THE SEMI-FINALS!
DING! DING! DING!
‘My Name is Human’ begins to play out as Cross continues to hold onto the submission, bridging the back of Reckless Jack before he finally releases the submission, the referee soon raising the hand of Cross Recoba as he’s announced the winner of the match.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… THE FOX… CROSS RECOOOOOBAAAAAAAA!!!”
Recoba stood tall over Reckless Jack, holding onto his back, and raised his arm up high as everyone gave a mixed emotion to Cross– but there’s a slight cheer as Recoba turned around and found himself looking down onto Irina Sokolov. The two stared one another down, a teaser towards their semi-final match in a few weeks time.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“This is going to be something, ladies and gentlemen! These two will face one another at Adrenaline III and it’ll decide who’ll go to First Contact for the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“But how do you think Irina Sokolov is going to manage against Cross Recoba? He just put on a stellar main event against Reckless Jack— and now he’s got to face Irina, there’s going to be an interesting conflict when this match happens!”
The final shot of the feed shows the height difference between Cross Recoba and Irina Sokolov with the fans inside of the National Stadium chanting the name of ‘Irina’ before the feed soon slowly faded to black.
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