Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline III.
May 15, 2022 15:06:33 GMT -5
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INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE III
LIVE! from The National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, May 15th, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.
The becoming familiar intro to ‘War Ender’ echoes throughout the National Stadium. We cut to inside of the building, showing the capacity crowd 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 the ever present team of Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey. A wave from Morrissey and a smile from Hartwell.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! IT IS THE THIRD EPISODE OF ADRENALINE AND WE ARE THANKFUL TO HAVE YOU ALL STICKING AROUND FOR THE RIDE!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“That's right, Chloe! We are, once again, SOLD! OUT! Here at The National! With tickets to our next events rapidly becoming unavailable right this second! Not that I can blame 'em! We have got a helluva show tonight!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Absolutely! Tonight's main event is the semi finals of the INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT! Cross Recoba goes one on one with Irina Sokolov! But that's not all! Tonight, Reckless Jack goes up ag-”
Much like last show, Hartwell is cut off by the sounds of an unfamiliar entrance theme. Hartwell's surprise is countered by Morrissey's expression of pain. Holding his head in his hands as he already anticipates what's coming.
IF YOU'LL BE MY BODYGUARD
I CAN BE YOUR LONG LOST PAL
I CAN CALL YOU BETTY
AND BETTY, WHEN YOU CALL ME, YOU CAN CALL ME AL!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Gaaaaaah!!! WHO'S NEXT!!?!?!?"
Despite coming out to an entirely different - and much cheerier - song, Touchdown still appears to be doing the Goldb- TOUCHBERG thing. Throwing wild haymakers and screaming his head off in his "Jamrokerz Vs IPW" shirt which now displays a '2' crudely drawn over the '1'. The audience seems to get into it more than the commentary team, laughing and cheering IPW's "Crazy White Boy" and breaking into the same chant they did last show.
“TooooouchDOWN!”
“TooooouchDOWN!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I-... I'm baffled, par-”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“CAN WE STOP LETTING THE GODDAMN JAM ROCKERS INTO THE BUILDING IF THEY AREN'T BOOKED?!”
This ridonkulous display of haterism does not seem to deter Touchdown as he marches around the ring with a face of granite. Soaking in the cheers and chant of the audience like a war drum. It is only under the lights of the arena do we see that he also appears to be wearing a white martial arts headband and has torn the sleeves off his shirt. Turning it into a frayed vest, seemingly in an effort to appear more tough. It's not really working.
Touchdown grabs a microphone from the commentary booth and climbs atop the desk, alarming both Morrissey and Hartwell.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"GREETINGS! World Citizens! Do not be afraid of my rough an' ready attire! I am out here at the request of Unc - thanks Unc! - to ensure the safety of all you and this handsome collection of IPW Staff! Last show ended in CHAOS! MADNESS! MOBOCRACY! So I, the KEEPER OF THE STREAK! Will be here at Adrenaline Trēs as the SPECIAL! GUEST! ENFORCER!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"I scoped out the arena beforehand and the commentary desk offered the most tactically advantageous outpost for my work. So, I'll be posted up here! To repeat, I am NOT on a special guest commentator tonight! I am the special guest ENFORCER! I am here to calmly survey and keep the action and check, maybe cheer a lil for my homie - shootouts Jimi Cooldown, good luck tonight dawg. And, uhh... Yeah! Just put on an absolute clinic, basically."
The fire that had carried Touchdown all the way to the top of the announce desk seems to fade as he lackadaisically tosses the microphone over his shoulder and hops down with a grin. Another chair is wheeled over for "Saucy Al" as he sits and places a headset on to, I guess, protect his fellow IPW Staff.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well... I suppose last show was a rather chaotic end to the night. Reckless Jack, JUDITH, Liz Karlson and Leo Reza ended the show with a fight as ringside. Prompting Long to book them against one another for the IPW Openweight Championship in a THRONE OF BLOOD match at IPW's first PPV - First Contact.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“So. Hang on. To be clear. You're out here as an "enforcer". Who will be sitting in on commentary. Presumably giving his thoughts on things. Talking and engaging with us, the commentary team. Doesn't it seem like you're a COM-MEN-TA-”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Enforcer, Dom. Don't be a dick."
Chloe Hartwell sighs and signals for the show to begin.
”Isn’t this cute?”
A singular black heel, red bottom, is visible in the frame as the scene fades in slowly from black. It’s attached to a colorfully tattooed leg, and as the camera pulls upwards, we see that leg crossed over another one until it pulls fully back. A woman sits, unfamiliar to the masses, but it should be noted that her hair is as bright and colorful as her tattoos. The background is finally visible – Leonard’s Corner, a little cafe bar just down the road from The National Stadium. She has a rather fru-fru drink in front of her, typical of a female of her obvious caliber, and is seated against a two-top with a striped booth behind her.
“A quaint little establishment, perfect for getting some reconnaissance in while enjoying a nice little drink.”
She gestures upwards with a singular manicured finger, and the obvious cameraman spins to look upwards as the current Adrenaline show is running. Or at least, just a few minutes prior. She takes a hold of her highball glass and spins the straw in it, the blue liquid – obviously from the blue curacao – spinning with it.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“Infinite Pro, you don’t know me. I wouldn’t expect you to. My name has been on a list of annals on doors you ain’t ever trod, but I’m not going to be like these other bitches and demand you fuck with me out of respect. The name is Aaron Asphyxia. Learn it, remember it, and then after this, the expectation is set – you either know who I am, or you’ll figure it out – I think you know what I mean by that, right? What’s the thing the kids say these days? Fuck around and find out?”
She takes a sip of her drink and rests her chin daintily on her hand, propped up on the table with her elbow. She opens her mouth as if she’s going to say something more, but pauses and looks to her left, where a rather oblivious man is seated, looking her up and down. Obviously, Aaron is eye candy to some. She’s little, lithe, but definitely has some power behind her limber limbs. And it helps that she’s got some immaculate makeup going on.
Nevertheless, she turns her head abrasively, looks the man up and down, and then, with the sweetest smile possible, says:
AARON ASPHYXIA
“Bruh, I will fuck your mother.”
The man looks astonished, and quite frankly, a little surprised. He steps away from the frame entirely, heading to another area in the bar. Aaron continues sweetly smiling and even gives him a little wave with her fingers as he disappears. She places her brown eyes back on the task at hand with a little happy shrug of her shoulders.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“I’ve been out of the ring for quite some time, but I’ve kept up with the goings on in the industry. So many places. So many names to know, people to keep your eye on. This seems to be like one of the places to be, isn’t it? You’ve got your Ana Somnias and your Cross Recobas, and your Irina Sokolovs and everyone’s favorite Candyland Queen…how many of you are all one in the same? Oh, how dare she, right? How dare this bitch come in and start naming off people? It’s all clout-chasing! Except I ain’t chasing shit. Learn it and listen now: I don’t give a fuck who you are, what you’ve done, how the world follows your shitty little persona, or how many people love you, you’re all the same on a list of checkboxes for me. Defeat, rinse, repeat.
With a smile, her words seem both sarcastic and bitchy. It’s probably not one hundred percent clear, but Aaron is the type that loves that gray area, and also loves making sure you’re gonna hate her from day one.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“I’m gonna make this clear for y’all. Starting Adrenaline IV? You’re not gonna know what’s hit ya. Oh I may be little, but I am most definitely fierce. We all want THE championship. We all want that notoriety. And me? I’m no different. I’ll start wherever I’m forced into, but the marquee sooner or later is going to read my name versus another as the main event attraction. You betcha it’ll happen.”
Aaron leans forward with a grin and then, a solid middle finger. The attitude just drips off her disdainfully.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“See you at Ascendancy IV. And good fucking luck.”
She reaches forward, grabs the camera lens and pushes it backwards, catching the cameraman off guard. The camera crashes the ground and leaves behind static.
She’s here, y’all. And you’re going to wish she’d never stepped foot in IPW.
MATCH ONE
BLAZE FREYA and LATOYA HIXX vs GAVIN DRAKE and PATE THE MIME
DING! DING!
With the bell ringing to get this contest underway, BLAZE FREYA and GAVIN DRAKE begin the match with the two locking up and preparing themselves for a lengthy battle—but Drake simply pushes Blaze down to the mat with heavy force and the a PUMP KICK right to the face of Freya. Drake began to taunt LATOYA HIXX on the apron, who looked to be getting ready to hit the ring and pounce on the attack– but it’s PATE THE MIME that grabs her by the ankle and pulls her off of the apron! Drake walks over to check, and taunt some more, towards Hixx—but Blaze caught him with the roll-up! Though, he kicked out before the referee could even hit the mat in time. Drake went for the KNEE LIFT but Freya dodged it in time– ALTERNATING FOREARM STRIKES stuns Drake in place! A PUMP KICK lands on the chin of Drake, bringing him down onto one knee, as she catches him with a major LARIAT right into the back of the head of the kneeling Drake. Freya was feeling the energy rushing through her veins, she was ready to take down Drake with the SPEAR attempt—but Drake caught her, lifting her up into the Powerbomb lift, and about to drop her down—but Latoya finds her way back inside of the ring and drops Drake down with a REBOUNDING CROSSBODY!
Latoya rolled back out of the ring and it was left back to Freya and Drake in the ring, Freya brought herself back to her feet in the corner and was eyeing up Drake in the corner, watching him bring himself back to his feet—and she charged in for the…
TORN!
( Spear. )
—NOPE! PATE SLID IN AND CAUGHT THE CHARGING BLAZE FREYA!
SILENT SWING!
( Swinging Reverse STO. )
And just like that, the chance of Latoya and Blaze to get anywhere further in this match has been taken completely off of it’s head. Drake finds himself staring down at the fallen Blaze Freya before dragging herself back to her feet and landing a finishing touch to her with the…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!
Drake goes for the cover on Freya!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH—
FROG SPLASH FROM LATOYA OFF THE TOP ROPE!
The fall was broken up by Latoya, who went in on Pate as he entered the ring, but Drake found himself realising what had happened—and he grabbed onto Latoya and SENT HER OUT OF THE RING WITH A BIEL TOSS! Drake watched Latoya hit the ground on the outside with a hard thud—but what he didn’t come to realise was Blaze Freya standing up right behind him and ready to attack again, going to try for the REAR NAKED CHOKE—but Drake throws her off of him! Drake has had enough of Freya, picking her up into the Powerbomb lift…
SECOND IMPACT!
( Powerbomb. )
AND HE’S NOT DONE! GOING FOR THE SECOND…
SECOND IMPACT!
THE IMPACT WAS ROUGH, BUT DRAKE ROLLED HER THROUGH, BACK UP AGAIN—
SECOND IMPACT!
AND THIS TIME, DRAKE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
CASEY KINCAID
“Here are your winners… PATE THE MIME AND GAVIIIINNNNNN DRAAAAAKKKEEEEEEEE!!!”
Drake rolls Freya away as the bell rang to end the match, the referee raising the hand of Drake as ‘Impermanence’ began to play out for the victors of the match. Pate soon entered the ring to have his hand raised—but, just as he did, Gavin Drake seemed to have exited the ring and headed to the back.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WHAT a way to kick off things tonight! And it's only gonna get better from here, folks!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That's right! Still to come is XHF Legend Price making his IPW debut against-”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Yeah, yeah "PissHause's Own" Jack Haggard. Anywho, I wanted to use this time to offer up libations to the people under my watchful care."
Touchdown places a blue plastic bag - likely from a nearby corner shop - down onto the commentary table with a thud.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Ms. Hartwell, what's your favourite wine?"
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Uhm, pinot noir?”
The microphones pick up copious amounts of noise as multiple bottles clink and bounce off each other in Touchdown's bag. It takes him a few moments to find the right bottle, which he then presents with a smirk to Hartwell's bewildered happiness. Touchdown peers back into the bag.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"I, uh, didn't seem to get you anything, Dom."
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...”
We slowly fade into the scene, a backstage room lined up for us, and inside of that room? ‘The Monarch’ Aren Mstislav. But—alongside him was a new face to everyone that watched. A masked individual. Their head leaned to the left, then to the right, but the head raised by Aren catches the attention of the camera the most.
AREN MSTISLAV
“Two weeks ago? It didn’t go so well for me.”
He paused.
AREN MSTISLAV
“Sidetracked, caught off-guard, and then boom… a loss to my name, embarrassment shown now when they think about me, is that truly what a monarch achieves? No, of course not. Which is why I feel the need to go along a new course, a course of action, and with my right hand man – Echo – beside me at all times? There’s accomplishments to collect. Challenges to seek out, and now, I see that there’s people being given chances by just being themselves? Having connections with the owner? I see how it is, Jason, I truly do see how it is. But, you seem to forget that you know a legend when you see one, words you said about me. And now I ask myself—”
The sound the door opening disrupts Aren mid-speech, and as the camera panned around to see who it is, they find the face of the former XHF X*Crown Champion — El Rey.
AREN MSTISLAV
“And you are?”
EL REY
“I get it… you’re new around here… but if you’ve still yet to find out who I am? Then, allow this to be my formal introduction to you, Mister Monarchy. I am El Rey, former X*Crown Champion and all that jazz. I just happened to stop by and heard you speaking, saying that connections got people places but not you. No, you got the piss beaten out of you two weeks ago and now you’re whining, a masked fool behind you watching your back, and what does that make you?”
AREN MSTISLAV
“I appreciate your attempts to piss me off, trying to rile me up–”
EL REY
“I am? I’m just being me. If you’ve got a problem with how I act, then I think we both know where we need to be.”
Aren stood up, coming face to face with El Rey, but he simply began to laugh at him.
AREN MSTISLAV
“I would think so, but I’ve yet to see what you can do… so, how about in two weeks, you face Echo? And then, maybe, we’ll have to have our own battle. That’s only if you’re down for such a challenge, however, El Rey. I wouldn’t want to scare you away so soon.”
EL REY
“Scared?”
The former X*Crown Champion began to laugh to himself.
EL REY
“Nah. But in two weeks? Your boy is gonna shown who I am, 'monarch'. I suggest keeping your eyes peeled.”
Those words alone were enough for El Rey to soon make a quick exit out of the room, leaving Aren and Echo together and an angered expression left on the face of Aren’s face is the last thing we see before the feed slowly faded to black.
Gavin Drake glared around the darkened locker room, being as always in a foul mood. He slammed the door behind him, and walked across the room before he flung his bag down on the bench. A shake of his head, and he reached inside of his jacket to dug out his flask before he froze. He turned with a scowl as a figure stepped from the darkness, the slender figure stood there with a tilt of a hooded head.
Then it gave a sniff, and hands lifted to push back the hood to reveal a pretty face framed in dark hair. The woman stared at him with dark eyes, and then stepped forward to let her clearly disapproving dark gaze sweep across the room. Drake blinked, and then lifted a hand to jab a finger towards her.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Hey, who the hell are you?”
The woman turned to look at him over her shoulder, sneering.
VOICE
“I was sent by the Scourge, he is concerned about what you are doing here. He doesn't want a repeat of the spiral you suffered in Fireside.”
Gavin blinked, gritting his teeth as he stared at her. That did sound just like Donzig.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Now, listen here–”
The woman stopped, and turned to look at him with cold dark eyes.
VOICE
“Gavin, Oblivion demands IPW be brought to heel. And you let Savannah Andrews steal from us, from us! So I am not interested in whatever excuses you have for us, the Scourge wants better. He wants you on task, and if you can't get it done? Well, as he would say let's dwell on unpleasantries, eh?”
Gavin arched a brow, and he shrugged.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Who do you think you are?"
EMILY BLACK
“Emily Black. I serve the Void, as should you.”
GAVIN DRAKE
“Listen if I need a handler why didn't they just send Sinclair?”
At the mention of the Baroness, Emily Black's face froze as her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes widened, before narrowing as she turned to face him. Dark hair fell around her face before she shrugged, and Gavin Drake knew enough to know when the thin layer of cold detachment shown by the Children of the Fall was almost cracked.
EMILY BLACK
“The Scourge was loathe to let Sinclair–”
The name oozed with contempt.
EMILY BLACK
“--from his side, and so I was dispatched. That is all.”
Gavin smirked.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Oh, you're a Sin-zig shipper, it's fine. There alot of those on the Network, I am more of a Dres-zig guy.”
Emily Black's expression grew darker, and her hand tightened into a fist as she stared up at the Empty Hand. A slight shake of her head, and she turned away to pace off a few steps. But Gavin Drake drew out his flask, taking a swig before he waved it as he spoke again.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Oh, I see. You want a Em-zig ship. Listen, I don't want to ruin your dreams but? Even before 'this' Donzig is what we call high maintenance, the guy is awful at relationships. He only cares about himself, and I have literally watched–”
EMILY BLACK
“Are you always so full of chat?”
Emily Black snapped, whirling around with a furious glare. She crossed the room, and her hand lifted to drive a finger into Drake's chest as she snarled.
EMILY BLACK
“You need to worry about you, you need to focus on your fucking match! We have work to do, the work of the Scourge! The work of Donzig-gun! I don't care what you think you know, or who you are shipping for! We need to go see who is in charge, because if you're right and there is a war coming? We need to be ready.”
Drake swallowed, shaking his head before he arched a brow before he shrugged. His gaze settled on a briefcase nearby, and he grunted.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Oh, he sent you with a contract? Sinclair too busy?”
EMILY BLACK
“You are an infuriating man, Mister Drake.”
"Call the Devil My Friend" by Frank Bang and the Secret Stash begins to play.
CASEY KINCAID
“Our next match is set for one fall. Introducing first from Dulvey Parish, Louisiana... a member of The Dead End Express, he is "HANGMAN" JACK HAGGARD!!!!”
Jack Haggard comes out with a skull-decored dusk mask covering his face as well as a hangman's noose around his neck, looking angry but focused.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Jack Haggard, representing The Dead End Express, showed zero fear at the idea of facing off against an XHF legend in PRICE.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“He and his whole family are hungry fighters, Chloe. They'll do anything to get the win against anybody.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Yeah I squared up against that jabroni last show, my ad-vice for ad-price would be to watch out for big boy's stench more than anything else. By the way is everyone feeling safe?"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What in god's name are you talking about?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"'Cause if at any point you guys aren't feeling safe let me know."
As the beat for “Point of No Return” by Immortal Technique hits the arena, the crowd begins to cheer for the return of an XHF Legend.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio... he is "The Messiah of Hardcore", "The Godfather of Violence" and "XHF's Omega”!!! He is PRICE!!!!
Price enters the arena and stops to soak it all in, ready for his return. As he continues down to the ring, his eyes are locked on Jack Haggard's.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“AND HERE HE IS, FOLKS! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! PRICE IS HERE AND HE IS LOOKING TO CARVE HIS PLACE IN IPW!”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"ARE YOU ALL FEELING SAFE!?"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“YES GODDAMMIT!”
MATCH TWO
JACK HAGGARD vs PRICE
DING! DING!
PRICE and JACK HAGGARD circle each other as the bell rings, each looking to grapple but the other avoiding it. They LOCK UP as both men jockey for position back into a corner, with Price on the outside. Price backs off. The two shake it off before immediately going into another collar and elbow tie up. This time Price immediately circles around Haggard with and grabbing a WAIST LOCK. Haggard grabs Price's arm turning into an ARM BAR and twists under into an ARMBREAKER on Price's left arm. Price slaps at his arm, waits for his moment and dips under Haggard reversing the hold into an ARMBREAKER of his own. Price really wrenches in the hold but Haggard flips forward and rolls through, kipping up while grabbing Price's wrist now having the advantage as he moves the chain into a WRISTLOCK. Price drops down, sweeps at Haggards leg hitting a SINGLE LEG TAKEDOWN and COVER but Haggard immediately kicks out before hitting his own SINGLE LEG TAKE DOWN and COVER, but Price immediately kicks out and the two men jump back to their feet in a fighting stance, backing away from each other as the crowd beings clapping and cheering loudly at the evenly match ringwork.
I-P-DUB!
I-P-DUB!
I-P-DUB!
The two being to jaw back and forth as Haggard motions for Price to come on. The pace back and forth staring each other down before locking up once again and Haggard is able to back Price into the corner this time. The ref moves in to check for a choke hold and satisfied that everything is on the up and up he backs off. Jack Haggard begins to give Price a REPEATED KNIFE EDGE CHOP/RIGHT-HANDED CLOSED FIST JAB COMBINATION. Price pushes Haggard off. Haggard hits a CORNER EUROPEAN UPPERCUTCORNER EUROPEAN UPPERCUT. Price counters with a EUROPEAN UPPERCUT of his on. Price begins throwing ELBOW after ELBOW, backing Haggard into the opposite corner before IRISH WHIPPING him back to the other corner. Haggard hits the corner hard and falls into a seated position. RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD attempt by Price misses as Haggard gets out of way just in time. Price limps into an ALABAMA SLAM. Haggard COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jack Haggard stands and surveys the scene. Price is crawling towards the ropes, presenting himself as a huge target for Haggard. Haggard goes for .50 CALIBER (RUNNING PUNT KICK) but Price telegraphs it and the miss spins Haggard around. Price KICKS TO THE GUT and plants Haggard with a
DDT!
PRICE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Frustrated with the kickout, Price MOUNTS Haggard and beings to throw PUNCHES TO HIS FACE. The ref moves in to break it up and as Price backs up the ref walks him down to his corner letting him know he needs to break when being asked. Haggard is back to his feet and charges full speed before Price can react and SANDWICHES THE REF BETWEEN THEM. The impact takes the wind out of Price but flattens the ref. Jack Haggard begins to kick and punch and chop and jab Price in the corner. Price tries to block the blows, but Haggard is throwing fists like a madman. There is a commotion from the crowd.
"WILD BOAR" HANK HAGGARD JR. comes out as Jack continues to work on Price. Hank Jr. grabs a chair from the timekeeper and throws it in to his brother. Before Jack Haggard can use it, a new ref runs down and grabs the chair and tosses it out. While distracted Price hits a LOW BLOW which brings the Hank Haggard Jr up to the apron. The ref is distracted even more. The crowd begins to stand and point towards the curtains.
SPIKE KANE runs out with several kendo sticks taped together and slides it to Price who UNLOADS ON HAGGARD WITH THE KENDO STICKS. Hank Jr tries to get into the ring to help his brother as the ref stops him, oblivious to what is going on behind them. ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN goes to the opposite end and sternly tells Price to stop using the Kendo stick. Price scoffs and just throws the sticks at Touchdown who catches them but immediate hides them behind his back when the ref turns in case the ref thinks he used them. As the ref looks away Touchdown throws the stick down and backs away from them slowly with his hands up.
Jack Haggard, sore from the kendo stick strikes, tries to pull himself up on Price who has a big grin on his face. Price sets up a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX, but Haggard quickly reverses and spins behind Price trying to grab him in a FULL NELSON HOLD. Price fights it off but Haggard has a good enough grasp to control Price as he RUNS HIM FACE FIRST TOWARDS THE CORNER. Price gets his feet up at the last minute and kicks off of the middle turnbuckle, spinning the two of them around as Price grabs Haggards neck.
PRICE CRASH!
( RKO into a Seated Stunner )
PRICE MAKES THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Hank Haggard Jr pulls Jack's legs under the bottom ropes breaking the count. The ref stands up to see what happened, but Spike is already over there in Hank Jr's face. The ref jumps out to separate them. Price walks to the ropes to argue with the Hank Jr as well. Spike motions for Price to watch out and Price turns just in time to be met with
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!
( Burning Lariat )
JACK HAGGARD GOES FOR THE PIN
Hank Jr. is trying to yell at the ref to get in. Spike is yelling to try and keep the ref there. The ref demands they separate and Hank obliges so the ref can do his job. The ref turns and sees Haggard covering Price and slides in for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Hank yells at the ref some more to do his job and Jack Haggard slaps the mat in anger at the missed opportunity. He picks Price up and drags him to the ropes. Haggard steps through to the apron and brings Price with him. Haggard takes Price's head and BASHES IT ON THE OUTSIDE RING POST, three times, before stepping onto the stairs and setting Price up for a piledriver. As he lifts Price, Prices flips all the way up into a powerbomb position before slipping off and falling in front of Haggard. He grabs his head on the way down and proceeds to fall with Haggard hitting a DDT on Haggard to the floor below. Both men are motionless as the ref beings his count.
YOU'RE HARDCORE!
YOU'RE HARDCORE!
YOU'RE HARDCORE!
Both men are busted open. Price from the turnbuckle smashes and Haggard from the DDT. At the count of 5, almost in unison they both stir and realize they are bleeding. This energizes them both as they being to crawl towards the apron while Spike and Hank Jr cheer their respective partners on. Haggard makes it in the ring at 8. Price goes to slide in but "BUTCHER" CLANCY HAGGARD runs out and tries to grab him preventing him from answering the 10 count. Spike sees this and is able to shove Clancy away just in time to answer the count at 9 1/2.
Alastor Touchdown approaches the Haggards and Spike to help the ref get some order in the match. What else is an enforcer going to do? All the men outside begin talking trash to each other, Touchdown included. Meanwhile in the ring, Jack Haggard makes a one armed cover to Price who is still out of it.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
JUST KICKED OUT IN TIME!
Spike has moved away from the Haggard brother's and breathes a sigh of relief that Price kicked out. Across the ring, the Haggard brothers are looking under the ring and pull out a table. This prompts Spike to looking under his end and grabbing two steel chairs. He slides into Price as he is just making his way to his feet. Jack Haggard looks back at his brothers who is sitting the table up. The two of them jump up on the apron as Jack comes over in front of them. Spike jumps up on the apron as well while Price grabs his weapon. The ref is pleading with them to back off. The ref looks at Alastor Touchdown and motions for him to "enforce'. Hank Haggard Jr and Clancy Haggard step through the ropes and stand beside his brother. They begin to fan out. Spike gets in and stands back-to-back with Price as they both hold the chairs watching the Haggards circle them like sharks. The ref again pleads to Alastor who holds a finger up to his ear as if he has an ear piece.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"What's that you say? Some ten-year-old punk is trying to steal JAMROCKER shirts? AW HELL NO, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN, IPW ENFORCER WILL BE RIGHT THERE! YOU HOLD THAT PUNK THERE!"
With that Alastor Touchdown gets out of dodge and heads off through the crowd to the concourse of the arena. A bloody Price stares over at a bloody Jack Haggard. He winks and charges at him with the chair. Jack jumps out of the ring causing Price to miss with the chair shot. Hank Jr and Clancy meanwhile have tossed Spikes from the ring. Clancy grabs Price into a FULL NELSON.
DING! DING! DING!
The ref calls for the bell and gets the hell out of the ring. Hank Jr picks up a chair that Price dropped and loads up. As he swings, his chair is met with another chair shot by Spike Kane. The vibration from the steel colliding makes both men drop their weapons.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has called for this match as a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!!!”
A brawl breaks out. All five men throwing punches. Price hits a YAKUZA KICK on Jack Haggard. Hank and Clancy Haggard are pummeling Spike. Price runs in and hits Clancy with the BBHMM (Uraken). Spike is able to get up and he and Price hit a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE on Hank Jr, sending him over the top rope and down to the floor. Spike grabs the chair again and follows out to the floor as the two Haggard brothers retreat up the entrance way with Spike Kane on their tail.
MAFIA KICK!
Jack Haggard had made it back to his feet and damn near took Prices head off. He picks Price up and drags him to the apron of the ring. He sets Price up and...
PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
Several officials run out to check on both bloodied competitors.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“My God! Look at the carnage!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“We need to take a break and get this sorted”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And where the hell did out 'enforcer' go?”
The officials work on Price and Jack Haggard as the show cuts to break.
Gavin Drake and his new colleague knocked once before they fairly burst through the door of Long's office. Jason Long looked up, and he arched a brow before Drake gave him a half-hearted shrug. Doors were a polite suggestion to most members of Donzig-gun, especially since Donzig seemed to ignore them.
JASON LONG
"Can I help you two?"
Long asked, clearly questioning the presence of Emily Black. She smiled slightly, and folded her hands before her holding the contract. Drake grunted, and jerked a thumb at her as he leaned on the edge of the desk.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Listen, mate, she's just a Dres-zig shipper. Donzig sent her to watch over Donzig-gun business you know how it is, yeah?"
Long frowned.
JASON LONG
"I literally could not give a shit about what or who's business is going on here."
Black's pretty lips twisted into a pout, and Drake snorted before he gestured to her.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Mister Long, this is Emily Black. She's--"
What was she? Witches is what Drake knew most people called them.
EMILY BLACK
"I am here to look after Drake's business, and of course the business of Donzig-gun. Which brings me to this."
She produced the contract, laying it across the desk of Long with a wave of her hand. She flashed a smile, and Drake shrugged as he folded his arms across his broad chest. Jason Long scanned the contract, frowning as he looked up.
EMILY BLACK
"This contract wants me to allow Donzig-gun to send anyone they want to IPW for tag matches, and to represent them with whoever and whatever team they want. Including if they win a championship!"
Long stared again, shrugging before he leaned back.
JASON LONG
"-you're gonna be waiting a long time for championships... What's in it for me?"
Drake grunted.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Aside from saving me from tagging with the clown from Twisted Metal?"
Black hissed, a hand lifting before she looked back to Long.
EMILY BLACK
"Donzig would be most pleased if you signed the contract, Mister Long. He would be quite grateful, and really what do you have to lose? Access to some of the hottest names on the Network? A cut of the merchandise?"
JASON LONG
"I didn't know I hired The Academy, but okay..."
Drake arched a brow, those were good arguments. But he also knew how persuasive Donzig could be when he wanted something. He was trying to get a foot in IPW, and Donzig never did anything without an ulterior motive. Gears within gears, plans within plans, when he could be bothered the Scourge was cunning. Drake stared at Long, and he glanced at Emily Black who said nothing as she watched.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Why don't you think it over, we can wait for an answer."
The two soon exited out of the office of the owner, he began to shake his head in pure disgust over what he had just experienced right in front of him.
JASON LONG
“Times like this where I wish Caffrey wasn’t supposedly dying from a fuckin’ heart disease.”
We are backstage with Infinite Pro Wrestling Interviewer Luis and Infinite Pro Wrestling Wrestler Leo. Leo Reza is looking rather sharp and dapper in a Navy tailored three-piece suit with a microphone in hand.
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Hello and welcome Infinite Pro Wrestling fans. I’m here with an exclusive interview with Leo Reza, ”The Submission Technician” and “The Sky Angel”. A man who's looking to come back from his loss on the first show. Leo brings an amazing and exciting style to the ring and if I say so myself is a really nice guy. So first of all, how are you doing, Leo?”
LEO REZA
“Thank you for your kind words, Luis. Well apart from being reminded about my only match here in IPW being a loss, I’m good.”
Leo laughs to show that he was just saying that in a joking manner and wasn’t at all offended by it as Luis smiles back at Leo.
LUIS DE LEÓN
“I do apologize for keep reminding you about it but what are your plans to overcome this loss?”
LEO REZA
“I forgive you, Luis. Well, my plans are always the same, to try and take over the world. Sorry, I’ve been watching Pinky and the Brain, a brilliant cartoon that everyone should check out if they haven’t seen it. Seriously though. I’ve just been training, adapting my skills, and just learning. That’s the thing, Luis. Whether it be in wrestling or in life, you never stop learning. It’s better to realize that and work on yourself to improve things. I wasn’t the better person on that day and on any other day, it might go in my favor. I’ve just been doing everything I can to make sure that’s the case.”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“That’s a refreshing thing to hear. I haven’t seen that cartoon but I’ll be sure to check it out. What are you looking to achieve here in IPW?”
LEO REZA
“Well, world domination obviously.”
Both Leo and Luis share a light-hearted laugh.
LEO REZA
“I’d like to achieve what every wrestler would like to achieve. I want to be a Champion. I want to put on a show for the fans. I want the Rezanation to be proud of me. I’m here doing what I do not only for myself but for those that for whatever reason can’t. I want to spread joy and fun worldwide too. My passion has always been wrestling. I believe that one day I will be a Champion. The only way I’ll do that too is honorably. Unlike some, I won’t cheat, take shortcuts or even bully my way into something I don’t deserve. I’m not here to make enemies but I’m also not here to let people trample over me too. I’ll always stand up for what I believe in and if that means some will hate me then I’m sorry that they feel that way.”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“I have one last question for you, Leo. Who are you looking forward to facing the most here in IPW?”
LEO REZA
“That’s a good question, Luis. There is so much talent here in IPW. I’d say the standout people that I want to face here in IPW are Savannah Andrews. She has done big things in wrestling and I’d be surprised if she wasn’t on a lot of people looking forward to facing list. Then of course Judith, she works hard in and out of the ring. I have a lot of respect for how much work she puts in and think we’d put on a hell of a show. The last one would be Cross Recoba, I just reckon that between us we could put on one hell of a show and the man in his own right has made a name for himself in and out of the wrestling world. Obviously, I want to face everyone but they’re the three standouts.”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Thank you for your time Leo. It was good to speak to you and good luck with everything.”
They both shake hands as the interview has finished. After handing the microphone back, Leo walks off as Ricky Gunn had been watching on.
RICKY GUNN
“Pft. Leo Reza. What a dweeb.”
With a cup in hand, Ricky Gunn just walks off in the opposite direction of what Leo did shaking his head in the disappointment of what he just witnessed.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Up next we have Judith vs Stefan McCain, two extremely talented competitors yet to find their footing here in IPW. Tonight's the night that one of them gets some momentum going forward.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“You know, Touchdown, you actually have some insight for this one. Having fought both competitors in a victory, who do you think has the better shot here?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Well, Ms. Hartwell, both Judith and McCain are a quagmire of craven opportunism. In that regard, I can't see either of them truly leaving here as "winners", so to speak."
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Ok. I've been meaning to bring this up. Aren't you, like, literally illiterate?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"N-no."
CASEY KINCAID
“Our next match is set for one fall"
ONE FALL!
The lights in the arena go off.
As "BOOGEYMAN" by TERRORBYTE ft Spencer Charnas begins to play, the stage fills with smoke. A few moments later, JUDITH comes stalking out from backstage through the smoke and stands at the top of the Ramp wearing her Batman based gear, cowl and all. She looks out at the crowd before raising her leg up high; stomping it loudly against the stage which causes orange lights to flicker around the arena.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first from Haddonfield, New Jersey... JUDITH!!!!!!!"
With a smirk on her face, JUDITH makes her way down the ramp, hands gripping her studded jacket before tugging it off once she meets the ring. Once she drops her studded Jacket, JUDITH quickly hops onto the apron and grabs onto the middle rope with her free hand; hanging from it with her head hung low. With that, JUDITH leans back and makes her way through the ropes and to a turnbuckle before climbing up it and posing at the top of it as orange lights still flicker around the arena. Hoping down, JUDITH rips off her cowl and looks out at the crowd again before crouching down in her respectable corner as she awaits her opponent.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to this match”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I'm right there with you Chloe, this has been a match in the making since Adrenaline I! Judith looks ready to build on her momentum from two weeks ago!”
CASEY KINCAID
"And her opponent, from Kilkenny, Ireland by way of Adare! MR. AMAZING!!! STEFAN MCCAIN!!!!"
Stefan McCain makes his way out to the ring, looking smug and arrogant.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Do you want to know if Stefan McCain is the best wrestler in IPW? Just ask him and he will tell you it's him.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“He definitely doesn't lack confidence”
Stefan McCain steps into the ring as JUDITH burns a whole through him with her gaze. Unphased, McCain climbs the turnbuckle and poses in cocky fashion as JUDITH stretches in her corner.
MATCH THREE
JUDITH vs STEFAN MCCAIN
DING! DING!
As the bell rings, STEFAN MCCAIN immediately goes on the attack with a flurry of forearms, backing JUDITH into the corner. He looks to get the upper hand early as he sends JUDITH across the ring to the opposite corner with force. She hits and stumbles out of the corner as McCain runs the ropes, jumps and hits a TILT-A-WHIRL HURRICANRANA, sending JUDITH down and out of the ring under the bottom rope. She gets to her feet and shakes it off, almost with a smile on her face as if impressed Stefan McCain got the early jump. She slowly walks back up the ring steps as McCain waits to pounce. JUDITH starts to bend through the middle rope, paying Stefan McCain no attention. He moves in and just before he can drop an elbow across JUDITH's back, she jumps back down off the apron to the floor and grabs McCains feet, tripping him up and pulling him outside the ring. The ref begins to count as a surprised McCain gets hammered with an ELBOW STRIKE. He tries to prop himself onto the stairs, steadying himself with his hand. JUDITH does a quick sprint up the stairs and stomps on his hand. Stefan McCain lets out a yelp as his fingers are caught between boot and steel. While McCain dances around in pain, JUDITH drops back to the floor out of McCain's line of sight and just as he turns around, he is met with a BIG BOOT! JUDITH picks him up and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in after him to break the count and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH—
KICKOUT!
JUDITH stands picking McCain up but he bats her arms away and fires off a few JABS before running the ropes. JUDITH shakes off the punches and as McCain gets to her she lifts him up but McCain is able to adjust and hit her with a POP UP DROP KICK! JUDITH sits up about the same time Stefan gets back to his feet. He dives back towards her with an ELBOW but she stares at him and gets to one knee. McCain, back up runs the ropes and KNEES JUDITH down to the mat. She rolls over to the rope and begins to pull herself up, almost unphased. Frustration begins to show on Stefan's face as he runs the ropes again but JUDITH BACK DROPS him over the top rope and to the apron. Relieved that he lands on the apron, McCain smiles before grabbing JUDITH's hair and dropping to the floor, WHIPLASHING JUDITH'S NECK on the top ropes in the process and springboarding her back to the mat. Stefan McCain, proud of himself, claps his hands and plays to the crowd as the ref begins to count once again. JUDITH rolls out of the ring unseen by the ref or McCain. When McCain turns to see an empty ring he walks around to the opposite side ready to inflict more damage, but JUDITH isn't there. He turns back around and she is directly behind him like a scene out of a horror flick. JUDITH grabs his head running it into the ring post. JUDITH slides back into the ring and is admonished by the ref, thus breaking the count. The ref turns to check on McCain who is slowly getting back to his feet when JUDITH takes off at full speed.
RASH DECISION!
( Tope Con Hilo Dive. )
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
JUDITH and STEFAN MCCAIN take a moment before stirring. JUDITH is the first to make it back to her feet and back to the ring. McCain pulls himself up by the ring skirt and rolls into the ring. JUDITH drops down to her knees and begins punching McCain. McCain punches JUDITH. They being trading blows from their knees as the crowd "oohs" and "ahhs" in unison. McCain blocks a punch and quickly springs up on his arms takings JUDITH down with a HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN but JUDITH is able to roll through ending up on McCain's back and reaching out for his neck, locking in...
DYING LIGHT!
( Rear naked choke hold. )
McCain strains as he reaches out for the ropes but can't get them. JUDITH is locking it in tight. McCain is working really hard to get out of the hold but it's just wasting a lot of energy as he beings to fade. His arm begins to get limp as the ref begins to check him.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Before McCains arm hits the mat a third time he gets a spark of energy and begins to lift him self up slightly, allowing him the leverage needed to move just within reach of the bottom rope. His finger tips grab on just enough as the ref tells JUDITH to break the hold. She holds on as long as possible and finally releases, as the ref asks her to get back. McCain tries to pull himself up on the ropes. JUDITH moves in but Stefan McCain quickly kicks.
SIMPLY!
( Superkick to the knee, dropping opponent to knees then Superkick to the head dazing opponent. )
Stefan attempts to complete his finisher by hitting the "AMAZING" (Shinning Wizard To Back of Head) portion but JUDITH is able to duck the kick and get to her feet. As McCain gets to his feet he is met with a BOOT TO THE GUT doubling him over as JUDITH goes for MURDEROUS RAMPAGE (Chain of rolling powerbombs) but when she lifts McCain up he spins on her shoulders and hits an INVERTED HURRICANRANA!
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP CLAP CLAP
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP CLAP CLAP
McCain crawls over to the corner and beings to pull himself up and slowly climbs the turnbuckle. He looks to hit his ICON (Top Rope Corkscrew Shooting Star) move but JUDITH rolls just out of position. McCain gets down and lines himself up as JUDITH gets to her hands and knees. McCain runs in for CAR BOMB (V-Trigger) but JUDITH jumps up strikes first with a BIG BOOT! JUDITH picks up Stefan McCain...
EVIL WITHIN!
( Pumphandle Lift dropped into a reverse STO. )
JUDITH MAKES THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… JUUUUUUDITTTTHHH!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“An INCREDIBLE match folks! We are more than halfway through tonight's show but first off, Touchdown has a "demonstration" he wishes to preform for the fans?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Yeah *ahem* basically gonna utilize some of the techniques I plan to toss out if anyone tries to start some SHIT tonight. Basically, just, go out there. Kinda put on a clinic."
Dominic places his head in his hands.
Elizabeth Karlson was livid. Livid due to the assault after the last main event. Liz was muttering to herself about that masked asshole smashing a chair upside her head a few times. What she didn’t expect, and yet welcomed, was the masked jerkoff stretching against a wall.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
You son of a bitch!
Reckless Jack turned around to see Liz Karlson with steam coming out of her ears. All we heard was a simple grunt, one of annoyance as Karlson kept her charge coming towards him.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
You gutless coward! Attacking me after a match like a coward? You’re not a badass like you think you are, you shit, you’re a gutless bitch.
Liz was all but in the mask of Reckless Jack at this point. Jack grunted with the same annoyance again.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
Too much of a chickenshit to say a damn word? No one cares about you being here.
RECKLESS JACK
Do you run your mouth to make up for something else? I’m not here to talk to you, or anyone else. I’m here to inflict chaos and carnage. So take your little barking dog bullshit elsewhere.
Those words only fueled the rage of the Brick Shithouse.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
Are you seriously this much of a bitch you can’t handle this?!
RECKLESS JACK
Handle what, exactly? Did I not smack you in the head with a chair?
ELIZABETH KARLSON
After a grueling match, you punk ass. Couldn’t even do it to my face. Are you really a man under there?
Karlson smirked as Jack shook his head.
RECKLESS JACK
Are you finished? More important matters await tonight and in the future. Like when I win the National Openweight Championship after I maim that bit boy Jimi Cooldown.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
That championship is going to be around my waist. And you will be looking up at me after I plant your ass on the mat.
Reckless Jack doesn’t respond and offers a thumbs up before switching it to a middle finger. This only keeps the rage boiling inside of Liz as she gets back up in his masked face.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
Keep your eyes open tonight.
Security comes in to separate the two as the show cuts elsewhere.
We cut to ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN. Stood on a makeshift platform amongst the audience who scream their heads off and constantly try to lean into the shot. Touchdown himself has added to his white martial arts headband, having changed into a full on gi. "Jamrocked" up however with sparkling sequins and mirrors along the legs. Very tasteful. Touchdown also seems to be wearing one of those microphones that sits on the ear, looking more like a Eurovision contestant than a wrestler.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Greetings, World Citizens! I've designated this period of time as, statistically, the safest point of time in the show. Thusly, it's the perfect opportunity for me to show everyone what they can do to keep themselves protected, safe and, most importantly, jammin'. It also lets me show off some sweet moves, ANYWAY! BRING 'EM IN!”
IPW Staff appear from the shadows, wheeling in dummies that are nothing more than upper torsos with images crudely stapled onto their faces. The images in question happen to be that of Ana Somnia, Irina Sokolov and Cross Recoba. The crowd cheer the arrival of these three cornerstones of IPW, or perhaps the staff that wheeled them in. Touchdown feigns shock.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“OH WOW! OH MY! I hadn't anticipated that THESE IPW superstars would be the ones chosen to represent a potential attacker! These, the man and women I will be gobbling up in the Infinite Power Tournament! But! Oh well!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It, uh, is hard to tell with Mr. Touchdown. But, I think he's taking the opportunity to make a statement about his place in the tournament as well as... Show off his skills?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Goodie.”
Touchdown saunters towards the dummy containing his upcoming opponent, Ana Somnia. Sneering as he adopts a crane stance with graceful poise. VERY tasteful!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“NECCESARY evil?! How 'bout UN-necessarily BORING!”
The crowd "ohh's" at either that delicious burn or the insanely powerful crane kick that follows it. Possibly both. The dummy has no response as it falls harmlessly to the ground.
Having felled the beast, Touchdown cracks his neck and moves on to the next dummy. That which displays Cross Recoba as its face. Touchdown says nothing, a rarity. Instead, sizing "Recoba" up before reaching into his gi and flailing out a pair of nun-chucks with lightning precision. Smacking Cross aCROSS (haha) the jaw. Touchdown does not let up the assault however, battering the dummy with the nun-chucks like a whip as rage seeps into his previously jovial demeanour.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“YOU WANNA SEE ME LOSE IT, HUH DAD!?, I mean, YOU'RE DEAD!”
The crowd seems to die down a little at the scene. Touchdown continuing to lay the smackdown on the defenceless dummy, unsure what it's done to deserve such treatment.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Things have taken a bit of a turn it would seem...”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“This is weird.”
Silence eventually overcomes the arena before Touchdown finally stops. He stands, nun-chucks limply hanging from his hand as he sharply inhales air back to his lungs. No one is sure what exactly to do. No one is happy.
Suddenly, Touchdown drops the nun-chucks as well as "Irina Sokolov" with a SEXYYY superkick! He begins jumping up and down like the glue huffing freak he is known and loved as, perking the crowd back up as the pop becomes almost deafening.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP~!!!!”
Touchdown drops an elbow on the Sokolov dummy prompting another, even bigger pop. Commentary can barely be heard wondering what in the name of christ is going on as Touchdown continues dropping BIG TIME elbows on Sokolov.
He kips up to his feet, the crowd reaction leading to the building nearly shaking around him. Sweat covering his body despite the absurdity of his "routine", he points at the camera with a wild look in his eyes.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“AND THAT'S ENFORCER SAFET-”
Someone backstage has clearly seen enough, cutting from the ringside cameras to somewhere else.
"Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walkin'
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun"
Jimi Cooldown comes out strutting from behind the curtain, running his hand through luscious locks, and talking mad trash to the camera. Talkin' bout "OH YEAH!!!! OH BABY!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT BE!!!!!!" Posing for the fans on the ramps, and flexing his large frame and massive bi's and tri's. He jumps to grab the top rope to pull himself up to the apron. Flexing for the crowd, he struggles to climb over the top rope like a Giant would because he is 5 foot 10 and not 6 foot 10. He walks to the centre and raises his one black leather fingerless gloved hand as he smirks to the hard cam. He starts jaw jackin' with the marks in the front row and proceeds to the corner.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first... wrestling out of 'Boogie Street', New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds... HE IS BACK ON TOP... MISTER WORLDWIIIIDE... THIS IS JIMI COOOOOOOLLLLLDOOOOOOOWNNNNNN!!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And here comes-”
Morrissey and Hartwell let out surprised yelps as Touchdown jumps up onto his chair.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"WELCOME TO THE CUMMERDOME, FOLKS! YUUUUUUUUUUUP! KICK UP THE FUCKIN JAMS, WE'RE POPPIN DOGS AND TALKIN' HOGS! YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST DO COMMENTARY!?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"BECAUSE JIMI COOLDOWN IS THE COMMENTARY GUY, DADDY-O! HE HANDLES THE DAY TO DAY AND I'M MORE BIG PICTURE STUFF. KEEP! UP!"
The lights go out as the opening riff to “South of Heaven" by Slayer begins to fill the arena. While the riff goes on the tron screen is all sunshiny until it stops. Then the drums start as the sunshine gives away to blood rain.
“An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs
Judgment day the second coming arrives
Before you see the light you must die”
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. 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.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent... wrestling out of Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds... THIS IS RECKLESSSSSSSS JAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK!!!!"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I assume you'll want to say something regarding Jack, Touchdown?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"What's to say? Look at him! He's a Hot Head in need of a Cooldown! He's BOILIN' in the club! COOCHIELESS! ZERO hoes! I did tell Jimi to call him "Reckless Hack" though, hehe."
'Ms. Hartwell' lets out another weary sigh.
MATCH FOUR
RECKLESS JACK vs JIMI COOLDOWN
With the bell ringing to begin the match, RECKLESS JACK did not waste any time rushing in onto the attack on JIMI COOLDOWN—landing some clean FOREARM STRIKES and STOMPS to the abdomen of Cooldown. Jack continued the assault as he landed some BACK ELBOWS right into the head of Cooldown. Jack backed himself out of the corner and watched as Cooldown slowly began to limp in the corner, almost dropping down to the mat as Jack stepped closer, but as he did?
JIMI COOLDOWN
“STOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!”
A pause.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“...GOTCHA, BITCH!”
And just as he said those words, Cooldown sprung to his feet and leapt off of his feet—
OCULAR PAT DOWN!
( Gamengiri. )
Just like that, the kick landed right onto the side of the head of Reckless Jack as he staggered back and Jimi Cooldown rushed towards Jack – landing a DROPKICK right into the chest of Jack – sending him across the ring from the force of the kick! Jack was able to roll through and get to his feet quickly, grabbing onto Cooldown quickly and sending him across the ring with a CAPTURE SUPLEX! Jimi is sent almost to the ropes, but he still finds a way to slide under the bottom rope and out of harm's way. Cooldown gives the thumbs up to Touchdown at the commentary desk, but what he doesn’t see and know is a charging Reckless Jack flying through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE and that sent Cooldown into the first few rows of the crowd. Jack doesn’t even try to bring Cooldown back inside of the ring, no, he’s going to fight him inside of the crowd! Jack is showing just how reckless the name suggests as he goes for the SUPLEX onto the steel chairs in the crowd!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee’s count continued on as Jack looked to finally bring himself back inside of the ring—before sliding right back out to make the referee restart the count again as he climbed over through the crowd to get his hands onto Cooldown. Touchdown watched on from the commentary table and seemed concerned by the unsafetyness of what Jack was doing. Jack finally threw Cooldown towards the ringside area, but with him trying to climb over the fans? That gave Jimi enough time to recover with a ASAI MOONSAULT right down onto Jack before sliding back into the ring—and then right back out again to restart the count—before landing a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS onto the wooden floor below them!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Jimi Cooldown finally brought Jack inside of the ring and now, beginning the climb all the way up to the top rope as he looks down onto Reckless Jack – unaware of what’s to come from Jimi right now – as he leaps for the SIX-THIRTY SENTON! BUT NO! JACK MOVED OUT OF THE WAY IN TIME AND COOLDOWN MET NOTHING MORE THAN THE MAT UPON IMPACT! Cooldown winces in pain as he pulls himself off of the mat—but Jack saw an opening as he pulled himself up, cocking his arm back and swinging forward with the NORTHERN LARIAT right into the back of the head and that flattened Cooldown. Jack looked down at the fallen Cooldown and grabbed onto his hair, dragging him off of the mat and bringing him into the middle of the ring, bringing him up to his feet whilst holding onto his hair and landing a SERIES OF INSULTING SLAPS RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE to Cooldown before hoisting him up onto the shoulders and adjusting him, dropping him down with the—
MAD WORLD!
( Fireman’s Carry dropped into a Roundhouse Kick. )
COOLDOWN CAUGHT THE FOOT! Cooldown caught the foot in time, now bringing Jack up into the Powerbomb position and dropping him down hard to the mat with a SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! Cooldown doesn’t even go for a pinfall attempt—no, he’s rolled Jack through onto his knees and dragged him into the middle of the ring, landing some SHOOT KICKS right into the chest of Jack—BUT HE’S ASKING FOR MORE! HE’S DEMANDING THEM! MORE SHOOT KICKS RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF JACK AND HE WON’T STOP ASKING FOR MORE—A KNEE STRIKE ONTO THE JAW MIGHT’VE SHUT HIM UP FOR GOOD AS JIMI GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
T—KICKOUT!
Cooldown is STUNNED! Jack won’t stay down so easily after everything that the two have thrown against one another—but Cooldown drags Jack right up to his feet and then spins him around for the…
YOUR-A-NAGE!
( Spiking Uranage. )
—FLOAT OVER COUNTER! FLOAT OVER COUNTER! JIMI IS CAUGHT AND SENT INTO THE CORNER! TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB! AND A BURNING LARIAT AS HE WALKED OUT OF THE CORNER! RECKLESS JACK HAS AWOKEN RIGHT NOW! Jack heads into the corner and now onto the apron, beginning the climb to the top rope and eyeing up the fallen Jimi Cooldown—turning around and balancing himself up on the top rope–BUT JIMI KNOCKS HIM DOWN! Cooldown brings Jack onto the shoulders out of the corner, in the Torture Rack position—and goes for the BURNING HAMMER! NO! JACK LANDS ON THE FEET! SNAP PILEDRIVER! JACK IS NOW GOING BACK INTO THE CORNER! HE’S GOING TO MAKE THE CLIMB ALL THE WAY UP! AND HE’S GOING TO LEAP…
PHOENIX SPLASH!
HE GOT ALL OF IT! HE GOT ALL OF IT! HOOKING BOTH LEGS OF COOLDOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Jack was so close to having the match won for himself but that kick out was everything that Cooldown needed to keep himself alive in this match, and Jack isn’t going to accept any of this as he dragged Cooldown off of the mat by the hair once again and brought him onto the shoulders in the Torture Rack position—seeking the RECKLESS KILLING finish, but Cooldown counters into a CRUCIFIX BOMB! INTO THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
JACK KICKED OUT IN TIME! THESE TWO WON’T QUIT JUST YET! JACK IS BACK TO HIS FEET AND SO IS COOLDOWN, TWO OF THEM ARE NOSE TO NOSE WITH ONE ANOTHER—JACK WITH THE CHEAP SHOT! A STIFF HEADBUTT RIGHT TO THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE OF JIMI COOLDOWN! BUT HE REPLIES BACK WITH A SUPERKICK! JACK IS STUNNED—BUT HE’S BROUGHT DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A HALF AND HALF SUPLEX! A SNAPMARE FOLLOWS, COOLDOWN REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES AND LANDING THE PENALTY KICK RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF JACK, AND NOW FINISHING OFF THE COMBINATION WITH THE STANDING CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Cooldown heads into the corner and springs onto the second ropes—SECOND ROPE MOONSAULT! Cooldown brings himself back to his feet and feels the match is about to end soon, knowing he just needs to hit one more move to put an end to Reckless Jack right now, as he goes to make his way up to the top rope to drop the elbow right onto the chest of Jack. Cooldown takes a deep breath and leaps—but there’s nobody home as Jack rolls into the corner in time–FEINT PUMP KICK INTO A LARIAT! AND IT ALMOST KNOCKED THE HEAD OFF OF COOLDOWN! Both men are down once again, the crowd inside of the National Stadium are on their feet for an eventful headliner before the main event, and these two aren’t even close to being finished with one another! Jack shakes off whatever he’s feeling and is bringing himself back to his feet, eyeing up Cooldown — who is completely oblivious as to what’s happening around him right now — as Jack lifts him up into position for the TORTURE RACK…
RECKLESS KILLING I!
( Torture Rack into a Piledriver. )
WAIT! COOLDOWN MIGHT’VE TURNED THIS AROUND IN HIS FAVOUR! CANADIAN DESTROYER! COOLDOWN SPIKED THE HEAD OF JACK INTO THE MAT WITH ALL THE FORCE NEEDED BEHIND IT! COOLDOWN ISN’T WASTING ANY TIME! HE’S GOING ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE! SHAKING HIS HEAD ONE MORE TIME TO SHAKE OFF EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN PUT THROUGH TONIGHT…
COOLDOWN II: FIRST STRIKE!
( Elbow Drop. )
RIGHT INTO THE HEART IT LANDS! COOLDOWN GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JACK KICKED OUT! JACK KICKED OUT!
.
.
.
—BUT IT WAS JUST A SECOND TOO LATE!
DING! DING! DING!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“WELCOME TO THE CUMMERDOME, BOYS!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FU—”
‘You Don’t Mess Around With Jim’ begins to play out just as the bell rang, and judging by the body language of one Reckless Jack — he’s frustrated as all hell, he’s extremely frustrated with himself after everything he thought he had done to put away Jimi Cooldown, but it’s The Most Fucked Fucker that stands tall and his arm raised as Jack slides out of the ring and heads to the back, holding his head in shame.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… JIMMMMIIIII COOOOOOOLLLLLDOOOOOWNNNNNNNN!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“UNBELIEVABLE SCENES HERE! THE JAMROCKERS HAVE NOW TAKEN THEIR TALLY TO THREE AND OH AGAINST INFINITE PRO WRESTLING—JUST BY THE SKIN OF THEIR TEETH WITH THIS ONE HOWEVER”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Shirt is BEING MADE AS WE SPEAK! Miss Hartwell, I’ll have a special one made just for you—and Dominic? Well… I’m not sure they do shmedium sizes.”
Dominic began to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration as he whispered into the microphone right in front of him.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...he is slowly becoming my thirteenth reason why.”
We soon fade into a quick commercial.
YOU MAKE ME VICIOUS!
WATCH AS I MAKE THE PAIN MY MISTRESS!
YOU CAN CALL ME MISS MALICIOUS,
I'LL DRESS YOU UP IN STITCHES;
NO, I CANNOT RESIST THIS!
“Vicious” by Halestorm kicking through the P.A. demands the attention of every fan in the National Stadium of Dublin, Ireland as an enveloping arterial red lighting overwhelms the entire venue. Pandemonium courses through the capacity crowd while a thick fog pervades the entrance stage, emphasizing the foreboding atmosphere. As Lzzy Hale's throaty, powerful vocals continue over the band’s harsh guitars and a vibrant white flashing light overtakes the arena, the Devil Herself saunters through the curtain and steps into the ominous mise-en-scène before her, her head bowed forward.
ANA SOMNIA won’t compete tonight, and is therefore clad in civilian attire of a black pair of combat boots, a black pair of skinny jeans distressed at the thighs and knees, a black Reebok Russia sports bra, a black W.C.A. Fight Club beanie, and a black leather jacket, a Russian flag bandana hanging out of her back right pocket. Her IBW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP is wrapped around her sculpted waist.
She lifts her head and looks out upon the capacity crowd. The arterial red lipstick on her lips appears even more sinister when her lips twist into a malicious sneer. Then her upper lip twitches in disdain, wrath bubbling up beneath the surface. She draws breath before shifting her weight from one hip to the other, resting her hands around the back of the top of the faceplate of her title. She allows her malevolent gaze to glide from one side of the venue to the other before returning her focus to center, settling her vision on the ring on the far end of the entrance ramp.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT SEMIFINALIST... The DEVIL HERSELF... The UNDISPUTED...”
“AAAANNNNAAAA...”
“...NECESSARY EVIL...”
“SSSOOOMMMNNNIIIAAA!”
The Undisputed then stomps down the ring to ringside, confidence pouring out of every imperious movement she makes. Once she reaches the foot of the entrance ramp, Somnia struts to the bottom of the steel stairs leading up to the ring apron. She hastens up the stairs with purpose and ventures out about halfway across the apron nearest the ramp. Sneering as she looks out on the crowd one more time, Somnia scrapes the bottoms of her boots against the apron.
Forgoing her typical theatricality in her entrance, she simply looks out upon the audience, a contemplative scowl on her visage. Then the Huntress suddenly unfastens the strap around her waist and hastens toward the corner, hopping up and swinging her leg over the top rope and into the ring to sit upon the top turnbuckle as if it were the top of the cage at the end of an MMA fight. She roars imperiously and rolls her shoulders, hoisting her title high overhead with both arms.
Subsequently, Slavic Steel slides back down to her feet inside of the squared circle and ventures to the corner of the ring nearest the timekeeper, where she leans through the middle and top ropes to demand a microphone from a ringside attendant, who hastily obliges out of fear. Somnia does not thank him as she pulls back into the ring and paces for a moment, eventually centering herself and squaring to the hard camera. She lifts the microphone to her blood-red lips and spews her venomous vitriol.
“It is pity I will not have fight tonight,” she says. “It is pity for you. Instead, you must endure mundanity. Instead, you must witness means to end, because it will not matter who advances tonight. It will not matter who emerges victorious, one win stronger in conquest for championship. It will not matter because there is only one who is fit to lead company into future of sport. There is only one who is equal to task of carrying weight of IPW on her shoulders.” Ana rolls her shoulders back with eyes narrowing even further. “I admit to intrigue. I admit to being… entertained. I admit to nothing else. I admit to nothing else because this is where it stops. This is where there is no one who can compare because there is no one who can compete. I am pound-for-pound planet’s most potent fighter. Everyone else is пушечное мясо.” Somnia spits at the canvas after equating the other athletes in the tournament to cannon fodder. “I admitted to being entertained, but my next opponent? My next victim? There is nothing entertaining. He is joke and showman, making mockery of sport. It is stains like him I have committed my career to eradicating from sport. I was asked to sign here partly because I bring validation to this company by name alone. I was also asked to sign here because I will be one to drag the dead weight like Alastor Touchdown toward relevance in industry.”
“Without Ana Somnia, there is nothing Infinite about Infinite Pro Wrestling.”
“When this company is on mountaintop,” she continues. “When this company is mentioned in league with best our sport has to offer? It will be because of me. It will be my blood pumping through its veins. It will be my bloodlust fueling its insatiable hunger. It will be built from foundation of broken bone and shattered spirits of those who stand in way of progress… Those who stand in my way.” Ana grins with a chuckle, before shaking her head. “Men—if you can call them this—like Alastor Touchdown had better count blessings. They had better savor what miserable life they still have while they still can. Because once I take this tournament, take this title? There will be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide under my Iron Fist. Because when you step into ring with Undisputed? When you step into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
With this, Ana tosses the microphone down and her theme plays over the P.A. system again. Her upper lip twitches as she gestures to her waist to the hard camera, signifying what she considers fait accompli. We fade to a brief advertisement break on the image of Somnia holding her title high overhead and baring her teeth to the hard camera.
CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is your MAIN EVENT AND IT IS THE SEMI FINAL MATCH TO THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT!”
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 towards the stage as she seems ready for combat.
CASEY KINCAID
“Wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… THEY ARE THE BIRD OF PREY… IRIIIIINNAAAAAA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOVVVVV!!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It is the semi-finals of the Infinite Power Tournament! Either Cross Recoba will move forward or this woman, Irina Sokolov will. She looks determined to make sure it's the latter.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Both competitors would do well to impress me tonight. Either Criss-Cross Applesauce or Irina Suckolov will be NEXT regardless."
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina... Suckolov?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"They can't all be winners, Dom."
"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
“And her opponent… residing in Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds… HE IS THE BOX OFFICE SMASH… THE FOX… CROSS REEEEECOOOOBAAAAAA!!!”
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions 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.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Any words for ‘Criss-Cross’ right now?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Who— What are you even talking about, Dom? That sounds so fuckin’ stupid.”
MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS
CROSS RECOBA vs IRINA SOKOLOV
The build up to this match has been intense, on another level, a pay-per-view level – if you would. Though, just as the bell rang for the main event to begin, the reality sunk in for both IRINA SOKOLOV and CROSS RECOBA that their fight tonight might secure their place in next month’s final for the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship. The two teased a COLLAR AND ELBOW TIE UP to begin the match, but Cross pulled away just as Irina looked to have locked up, making her tumble to the mat below her. The cockiness, swagger, and everything else was on full display for Cross tonight—feeling aware of the situation right now, but also feeling the confidence slowly flowing well through his veins after how the last episode ended for him in his favour. Irina looked to be fuming as to how Cross is taking this match against her, now taking the advantage away from him as she swept the leg and allowing her to spring to her feet — rebounding off of the ropes and connecting the SLIDING LARIAT which allowed her to slide out of the ring and she got the entire crowd inside of the National Stadium behind her!
Irina climbed onto the apron, but she was unaware of Recoba back onto his feet until he slingshotted over the ropes and landed a SLINGSHOT APRON DDT that spiked Irina’s head into the hardest part of the ring! Irina seemed to have been put out of the match temporarily by the sheer impact of the move performed by Recoba. Referee Jackson Miller checks up on Irina on the apron and she seemed to have been unresponsive at first—but she finally wakes up and raises her head to find Recoba looking right at them. Recoba used the advantage of the referee not beginning his count yet to grab onto Irina and spike her head first with an APRON-HUNG DDT right onto the floor below them both! Irina crumpled up on the ringside floor below as, once again, Jackson Miller checked on their condition and saw if they could continue. Cross, however, slid back into the ring and seemed to keep himself in good spirits as he watched Irina slowly begin to bring herself back into the ring.
The two shared the ring once again as Irina shook off the slight head trauma suffered but she seemed ready to continue, however, Cross simply just smirked and seemed interested in the thought of a tie up between the two. But, Irina did not take that shit lightly—and he scooped up Recoba into a DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN and she went to town on Recoba, landing some hard FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of Recoba and making sure that he paid for what he done early on towards her! Irina grabbed onto the arm of Recoba and turned it around into a HEADSCISSORS KIMURA LOCK! The submission was locked in tightly and she made sure that the arm was trapped, bending the arm and pulling on the arm, trying to pull the shoulder out of the socket of Cross Recoba – who’s doing all of his best to make sure that he slips out of this move – but just as he tried to slip free, he got to roll up Irina into a pinfall attempt as her shoulders were down onto the mat!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Irina had to break the submission to kick out of the pinfall—but now it’s Recoba that picks her up and then slammed her down with a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX that sent Irina over his head and now, Recoba grabs onto Irina and looked to be looking for THE SKIM—however, Irina turned it around and transitioned into the REAR NAKED CHOKE! Irina had the chokehold applied, but Recoba sent himself full speed into the corner and crushed Irina between the turnbuckles and Recoba. Irina stumbled out of the corner and Recoba landed a picture-perfect DROPKICK that dropped Irina like a bad habit but Recoba wasn’t going to stop his attempt in making sure he’s one step closer to becoming Heavyweight Champion, lifting Irina up for…
THE SKIM!
( Osaka Street Cutter. )
Irina got dropped down hard onto the mat and Recoba rolled her over to her back, hooking both legs for the fall—BUT IRINA TURNED IT AROUND AT THE LAST SECOND! CRUCIFIX PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
T—KICKOUT!
Recoba kicked out just in time and both competitors spring to their feet and the two—they both swing for one another and they both miss one another! The two turn back around and just stare at one another and the crowd are ON! THEIR! FEET! Irina and Recoba stood there, just staring right at one another, and they looked intense. Irina and Recoba began to circle around the ring and they look to make sure they find the right opening needed to strike, but Irina STOMPS on the foot of Recoba and then begins the ALTERNATING FOREARM STRIKES, backing Recoba in the corner as she lands some more FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of Recoba. Irina rushed to the opposite corner as she began to run a lap around the ring—
KILL SHOT!
( Running Arched Big Boot to a cornered opponent. )
—and she got all of the boot! She got all that she needed out of the boot and now pushed Recoba out of the corner as she climbed to the second ropes, waiting for Recoba to turn around and when he did? SHOTGUN DROPKICK sending Recoba almost across the ring—but he sprung right up to his feet and THREW Irina out of the ring, she quickly got to her feet but Recoba was already full speed into the ropes!
A MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!
( Over The Rope Leaping Dropkick. )
Irina got SENT into the crowd—it’s all coming back around, just like how Recoba and Jack both fought it out in the first main event of Adrenaline! Recoba threw Irina back into the ring and he eyed her up, picking her up for the UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA—but Irina slipped down the back and she’s got the DRAGON SLEEPER applied! Irina has the sleeper applied and now Recoba is stuck between a rock and a hard place, trapped up in the submission and unable to fight free as Irina dropped down to the mat and locked in the bodyscissors, wrenching the head back as she trapped him in the submission! There’s nowhere for Recoba to go! Irina seemed to be slipping her grasp, however, and that gave Recoba the right opportunity to slip free and deadlift Irina from the mat for…
THE SKIM!
Irina counters into a submission again! REAR NAKED CHOKE! Irina, however, is thrown down to the mat and out of the submission. Cross begins a KICK COMBINATION to the back and to the chest of Irina, falling back into the ropes and charging in for a PENALTY KICK! Recoba goes for the quick cover on Irina.
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Recoba can feel himself coming closer and closer to reaching First Contact, but Irina doesn’t seem like she’s about to give up so soon right now… She’s on the verge of reaching the top of the mountain, a peak she thought that she’d never reach, and she’s just got to survive the onslaught that comes from Recoba. The Fox grabs onto Irina and looks to be setting up the STYLES CLASH– Irina, however, begins to land some SCORPION-LIKE KICKS and finds herself freed from the hold—KNEE LIFT followed up with a BACKHAND and then the—IRINA FIRED OFF THE BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! Irina will not go down as she falls back into the ropes—ANOTHER BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! Irina can feel herself powering up, she’s about to gain the biggest win of her life as she grabs onto Recoba and into the Argentine Backbreaker hold…
IRINA’S WRATH!
( Argentine Backbreaker Rack dropped into a Knee Lift to the back of opponent's head. )
IRINA GOT ALL OF IT! SHE GOT ALL OF IT AND NOW RECOBA IS UP IN THE SEATED POSITION, IRINA SPINS AROUND AND LAUNCHES HERSELF FORWARD…
THE KILLING JOKE!
( Discus Elbow. )
RECOBA GOT THE ARM! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! RECOBA HAS GOT IRINA TRAPPED IN THE SUBMISSION, NOW POINTING THE ELBOW UP… POINTED ELBOW STOMP! AND IRINA WAS SCREAMING IN PAIN! RECOBA IS GOING THE LIMIT AND HEADING FOR THE FINISH!
THE SKIM!
AND HE GOT ALL OF IT! AGAIN, NOT WASTING ANY TIME AND PICKING IRINA BACK UP! IN POSITION FOR THE FINAL ACT!
UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!
( Jumping Spinning Tombstone Piledriver. )
—BUT NO! IRINA SLID DOWN THE BACK! SHE GRABBED THE ARM! SPINNING RECOBA AROUND!
THE KILLING JOKE!
AND SHE GOT ALL OF IT! WITH THE BAD ARM AND ALL! RECOBA DROPS AND IRINA IS IN SHEER PAIN! BUT SHE FINALLY FALLS DOWN ONTO RECOBA! SHE’S GOT RECOBA DOWN!
ONE!
IRINA HOOKS THE INSIDE LEG!
TWO!
BUT CROSS EXTENDED THE ARM OUT! IT’S JUST UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!
THREE!
JACKSON MILLER NEVER NOTICED! IRINA SURVIVED! IRINA IS HEADING TO THE FINALS OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT! SHE’S GOING TO THE FIRST CONTACT MAIN EVENT!
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd was GOING INSANE inside of the National Stadium as ‘Seven Nation Army’ began to play overhead, Irina Sokolov finally arose from the ashes of war and raised her one good arm in victory. But, a disgruntled Cross Recoba simply knew a point had to have been made and rushed to the referee once he had finally come to his senses as to what happened.
CASEY KINCAID
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING INTO THE FINALS OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT… THE BIRD OF PREY… IRINA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOOVVVVVV!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! IRINA SOKOLOV WITH THE BIGGEST UPSET SEEN HERE IN INFINITE PRO WRESTLING AS SHE’S KNOCKED OFF THE FOX FROM HIS CHANCE AT BECOMING CHAMPION!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It came down to the very end — a game of who really wanted that win more than anything — and Irina proved that tonight, but not without a slight bit of controversy that she’s unaware of. Cross seems to be trying to point out that his hand was under the bottom rope—but Jackson Miller isn’t going to accept that.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“She did well, she did her best. But next week? NEXT WEEK? THE CUMMERDOME OPENS UP AND FOUR-AND-OH JAMROCKERS COME TO THE PPV!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Can… CAN WE JUST END THE SHOW SO HE CAN JUST LEAVE ALREADY?!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“...for Dominic Morrissey, I’ve been Chloe Hartwell and you’ve been watching Adrenaline. Thanks for tuning in.”
The final shot we see is of Irina in the arms of her lover as they celebrated her win, before the feed slowly faded to black.
ADRENALINE III
LIVE! from The National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, May 15th, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.
The becoming familiar intro to ‘War Ender’ echoes throughout the National Stadium. We cut to inside of the building, showing the capacity crowd 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 the ever present team of Chloe Hartwell and Dominic Morrissey. A wave from Morrissey and a smile from Hartwell.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! IT IS THE THIRD EPISODE OF ADRENALINE AND WE ARE THANKFUL TO HAVE YOU ALL STICKING AROUND FOR THE RIDE!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“That's right, Chloe! We are, once again, SOLD! OUT! Here at The National! With tickets to our next events rapidly becoming unavailable right this second! Not that I can blame 'em! We have got a helluva show tonight!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Absolutely! Tonight's main event is the semi finals of the INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT! Cross Recoba goes one on one with Irina Sokolov! But that's not all! Tonight, Reckless Jack goes up ag-”
Much like last show, Hartwell is cut off by the sounds of an unfamiliar entrance theme. Hartwell's surprise is countered by Morrissey's expression of pain. Holding his head in his hands as he already anticipates what's coming.
IF YOU'LL BE MY BODYGUARD
I CAN BE YOUR LONG LOST PAL
I CAN CALL YOU BETTY
AND BETTY, WHEN YOU CALL ME, YOU CAN CALL ME AL!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Gaaaaaah!!! WHO'S NEXT!!?!?!?"
Despite coming out to an entirely different - and much cheerier - song, Touchdown still appears to be doing the Goldb- TOUCHBERG thing. Throwing wild haymakers and screaming his head off in his "Jamrokerz Vs IPW" shirt which now displays a '2' crudely drawn over the '1'. The audience seems to get into it more than the commentary team, laughing and cheering IPW's "Crazy White Boy" and breaking into the same chant they did last show.
“TooooouchDOWN!”
“TooooouchDOWN!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I-... I'm baffled, par-”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“CAN WE STOP LETTING THE GODDAMN JAM ROCKERS INTO THE BUILDING IF THEY AREN'T BOOKED?!”
This ridonkulous display of haterism does not seem to deter Touchdown as he marches around the ring with a face of granite. Soaking in the cheers and chant of the audience like a war drum. It is only under the lights of the arena do we see that he also appears to be wearing a white martial arts headband and has torn the sleeves off his shirt. Turning it into a frayed vest, seemingly in an effort to appear more tough. It's not really working.
Touchdown grabs a microphone from the commentary booth and climbs atop the desk, alarming both Morrissey and Hartwell.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"GREETINGS! World Citizens! Do not be afraid of my rough an' ready attire! I am out here at the request of Unc - thanks Unc! - to ensure the safety of all you and this handsome collection of IPW Staff! Last show ended in CHAOS! MADNESS! MOBOCRACY! So I, the KEEPER OF THE STREAK! Will be here at Adrenaline Trēs as the SPECIAL! GUEST! ENFORCER!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"I scoped out the arena beforehand and the commentary desk offered the most tactically advantageous outpost for my work. So, I'll be posted up here! To repeat, I am NOT on a special guest commentator tonight! I am the special guest ENFORCER! I am here to calmly survey and keep the action and check, maybe cheer a lil for my homie - shootouts Jimi Cooldown, good luck tonight dawg. And, uhh... Yeah! Just put on an absolute clinic, basically."
The fire that had carried Touchdown all the way to the top of the announce desk seems to fade as he lackadaisically tosses the microphone over his shoulder and hops down with a grin. Another chair is wheeled over for "Saucy Al" as he sits and places a headset on to, I guess, protect his fellow IPW Staff.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Well... I suppose last show was a rather chaotic end to the night. Reckless Jack, JUDITH, Liz Karlson and Leo Reza ended the show with a fight as ringside. Prompting Long to book them against one another for the IPW Openweight Championship in a THRONE OF BLOOD match at IPW's first PPV - First Contact.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“So. Hang on. To be clear. You're out here as an "enforcer". Who will be sitting in on commentary. Presumably giving his thoughts on things. Talking and engaging with us, the commentary team. Doesn't it seem like you're a COM-MEN-TA-”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Enforcer, Dom. Don't be a dick."
Chloe Hartwell sighs and signals for the show to begin.
”Isn’t this cute?”
A singular black heel, red bottom, is visible in the frame as the scene fades in slowly from black. It’s attached to a colorfully tattooed leg, and as the camera pulls upwards, we see that leg crossed over another one until it pulls fully back. A woman sits, unfamiliar to the masses, but it should be noted that her hair is as bright and colorful as her tattoos. The background is finally visible – Leonard’s Corner, a little cafe bar just down the road from The National Stadium. She has a rather fru-fru drink in front of her, typical of a female of her obvious caliber, and is seated against a two-top with a striped booth behind her.
“A quaint little establishment, perfect for getting some reconnaissance in while enjoying a nice little drink.”
She gestures upwards with a singular manicured finger, and the obvious cameraman spins to look upwards as the current Adrenaline show is running. Or at least, just a few minutes prior. She takes a hold of her highball glass and spins the straw in it, the blue liquid – obviously from the blue curacao – spinning with it.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“Infinite Pro, you don’t know me. I wouldn’t expect you to. My name has been on a list of annals on doors you ain’t ever trod, but I’m not going to be like these other bitches and demand you fuck with me out of respect. The name is Aaron Asphyxia. Learn it, remember it, and then after this, the expectation is set – you either know who I am, or you’ll figure it out – I think you know what I mean by that, right? What’s the thing the kids say these days? Fuck around and find out?”
She takes a sip of her drink and rests her chin daintily on her hand, propped up on the table with her elbow. She opens her mouth as if she’s going to say something more, but pauses and looks to her left, where a rather oblivious man is seated, looking her up and down. Obviously, Aaron is eye candy to some. She’s little, lithe, but definitely has some power behind her limber limbs. And it helps that she’s got some immaculate makeup going on.
Nevertheless, she turns her head abrasively, looks the man up and down, and then, with the sweetest smile possible, says:
AARON ASPHYXIA
“Bruh, I will fuck your mother.”
The man looks astonished, and quite frankly, a little surprised. He steps away from the frame entirely, heading to another area in the bar. Aaron continues sweetly smiling and even gives him a little wave with her fingers as he disappears. She places her brown eyes back on the task at hand with a little happy shrug of her shoulders.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“I’ve been out of the ring for quite some time, but I’ve kept up with the goings on in the industry. So many places. So many names to know, people to keep your eye on. This seems to be like one of the places to be, isn’t it? You’ve got your Ana Somnias and your Cross Recobas, and your Irina Sokolovs and everyone’s favorite Candyland Queen…how many of you are all one in the same? Oh, how dare she, right? How dare this bitch come in and start naming off people? It’s all clout-chasing! Except I ain’t chasing shit. Learn it and listen now: I don’t give a fuck who you are, what you’ve done, how the world follows your shitty little persona, or how many people love you, you’re all the same on a list of checkboxes for me. Defeat, rinse, repeat.
With a smile, her words seem both sarcastic and bitchy. It’s probably not one hundred percent clear, but Aaron is the type that loves that gray area, and also loves making sure you’re gonna hate her from day one.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“I’m gonna make this clear for y’all. Starting Adrenaline IV? You’re not gonna know what’s hit ya. Oh I may be little, but I am most definitely fierce. We all want THE championship. We all want that notoriety. And me? I’m no different. I’ll start wherever I’m forced into, but the marquee sooner or later is going to read my name versus another as the main event attraction. You betcha it’ll happen.”
Aaron leans forward with a grin and then, a solid middle finger. The attitude just drips off her disdainfully.
AARON ASPHYXIA
“See you at Ascendancy IV. And good fucking luck.”
She reaches forward, grabs the camera lens and pushes it backwards, catching the cameraman off guard. The camera crashes the ground and leaves behind static.
She’s here, y’all. And you’re going to wish she’d never stepped foot in IPW.
MATCH ONE
BLAZE FREYA and LATOYA HIXX vs GAVIN DRAKE and PATE THE MIME
DING! DING!
With the bell ringing to get this contest underway, BLAZE FREYA and GAVIN DRAKE begin the match with the two locking up and preparing themselves for a lengthy battle—but Drake simply pushes Blaze down to the mat with heavy force and the a PUMP KICK right to the face of Freya. Drake began to taunt LATOYA HIXX on the apron, who looked to be getting ready to hit the ring and pounce on the attack– but it’s PATE THE MIME that grabs her by the ankle and pulls her off of the apron! Drake walks over to check, and taunt some more, towards Hixx—but Blaze caught him with the roll-up! Though, he kicked out before the referee could even hit the mat in time. Drake went for the KNEE LIFT but Freya dodged it in time– ALTERNATING FOREARM STRIKES stuns Drake in place! A PUMP KICK lands on the chin of Drake, bringing him down onto one knee, as she catches him with a major LARIAT right into the back of the head of the kneeling Drake. Freya was feeling the energy rushing through her veins, she was ready to take down Drake with the SPEAR attempt—but Drake caught her, lifting her up into the Powerbomb lift, and about to drop her down—but Latoya finds her way back inside of the ring and drops Drake down with a REBOUNDING CROSSBODY!
Latoya rolled back out of the ring and it was left back to Freya and Drake in the ring, Freya brought herself back to her feet in the corner and was eyeing up Drake in the corner, watching him bring himself back to his feet—and she charged in for the…
TORN!
( Spear. )
—NOPE! PATE SLID IN AND CAUGHT THE CHARGING BLAZE FREYA!
SILENT SWING!
( Swinging Reverse STO. )
And just like that, the chance of Latoya and Blaze to get anywhere further in this match has been taken completely off of it’s head. Drake finds himself staring down at the fallen Blaze Freya before dragging herself back to her feet and landing a finishing touch to her with the…
DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT!
Drake goes for the cover on Freya!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH—
FROG SPLASH FROM LATOYA OFF THE TOP ROPE!
The fall was broken up by Latoya, who went in on Pate as he entered the ring, but Drake found himself realising what had happened—and he grabbed onto Latoya and SENT HER OUT OF THE RING WITH A BIEL TOSS! Drake watched Latoya hit the ground on the outside with a hard thud—but what he didn’t come to realise was Blaze Freya standing up right behind him and ready to attack again, going to try for the REAR NAKED CHOKE—but Drake throws her off of him! Drake has had enough of Freya, picking her up into the Powerbomb lift…
SECOND IMPACT!
( Powerbomb. )
AND HE’S NOT DONE! GOING FOR THE SECOND…
SECOND IMPACT!
THE IMPACT WAS ROUGH, BUT DRAKE ROLLED HER THROUGH, BACK UP AGAIN—
SECOND IMPACT!
AND THIS TIME, DRAKE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
CASEY KINCAID
“Here are your winners… PATE THE MIME AND GAVIIIINNNNNN DRAAAAAKKKEEEEEEEE!!!”
Drake rolls Freya away as the bell rang to end the match, the referee raising the hand of Drake as ‘Impermanence’ began to play out for the victors of the match. Pate soon entered the ring to have his hand raised—but, just as he did, Gavin Drake seemed to have exited the ring and headed to the back.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WHAT a way to kick off things tonight! And it's only gonna get better from here, folks!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“That's right! Still to come is XHF Legend Price making his IPW debut against-”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Yeah, yeah "PissHause's Own" Jack Haggard. Anywho, I wanted to use this time to offer up libations to the people under my watchful care."
Touchdown places a blue plastic bag - likely from a nearby corner shop - down onto the commentary table with a thud.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Ms. Hartwell, what's your favourite wine?"
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Uhm, pinot noir?”
The microphones pick up copious amounts of noise as multiple bottles clink and bounce off each other in Touchdown's bag. It takes him a few moments to find the right bottle, which he then presents with a smirk to Hartwell's bewildered happiness. Touchdown peers back into the bag.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"I, uh, didn't seem to get you anything, Dom."
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...”
We slowly fade into the scene, a backstage room lined up for us, and inside of that room? ‘The Monarch’ Aren Mstislav. But—alongside him was a new face to everyone that watched. A masked individual. Their head leaned to the left, then to the right, but the head raised by Aren catches the attention of the camera the most.
AREN MSTISLAV
“Two weeks ago? It didn’t go so well for me.”
He paused.
AREN MSTISLAV
“Sidetracked, caught off-guard, and then boom… a loss to my name, embarrassment shown now when they think about me, is that truly what a monarch achieves? No, of course not. Which is why I feel the need to go along a new course, a course of action, and with my right hand man – Echo – beside me at all times? There’s accomplishments to collect. Challenges to seek out, and now, I see that there’s people being given chances by just being themselves? Having connections with the owner? I see how it is, Jason, I truly do see how it is. But, you seem to forget that you know a legend when you see one, words you said about me. And now I ask myself—”
The sound the door opening disrupts Aren mid-speech, and as the camera panned around to see who it is, they find the face of the former XHF X*Crown Champion — El Rey.
AREN MSTISLAV
“And you are?”
EL REY
“I get it… you’re new around here… but if you’ve still yet to find out who I am? Then, allow this to be my formal introduction to you, Mister Monarchy. I am El Rey, former X*Crown Champion and all that jazz. I just happened to stop by and heard you speaking, saying that connections got people places but not you. No, you got the piss beaten out of you two weeks ago and now you’re whining, a masked fool behind you watching your back, and what does that make you?”
AREN MSTISLAV
“I appreciate your attempts to piss me off, trying to rile me up–”
EL REY
“I am? I’m just being me. If you’ve got a problem with how I act, then I think we both know where we need to be.”
Aren stood up, coming face to face with El Rey, but he simply began to laugh at him.
AREN MSTISLAV
“I would think so, but I’ve yet to see what you can do… so, how about in two weeks, you face Echo? And then, maybe, we’ll have to have our own battle. That’s only if you’re down for such a challenge, however, El Rey. I wouldn’t want to scare you away so soon.”
EL REY
“Scared?”
The former X*Crown Champion began to laugh to himself.
EL REY
“Nah. But in two weeks? Your boy is gonna shown who I am, 'monarch'. I suggest keeping your eyes peeled.”
Those words alone were enough for El Rey to soon make a quick exit out of the room, leaving Aren and Echo together and an angered expression left on the face of Aren’s face is the last thing we see before the feed slowly faded to black.
Gavin Drake glared around the darkened locker room, being as always in a foul mood. He slammed the door behind him, and walked across the room before he flung his bag down on the bench. A shake of his head, and he reached inside of his jacket to dug out his flask before he froze. He turned with a scowl as a figure stepped from the darkness, the slender figure stood there with a tilt of a hooded head.
Then it gave a sniff, and hands lifted to push back the hood to reveal a pretty face framed in dark hair. The woman stared at him with dark eyes, and then stepped forward to let her clearly disapproving dark gaze sweep across the room. Drake blinked, and then lifted a hand to jab a finger towards her.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Hey, who the hell are you?”
The woman turned to look at him over her shoulder, sneering.
VOICE
“I was sent by the Scourge, he is concerned about what you are doing here. He doesn't want a repeat of the spiral you suffered in Fireside.”
Gavin blinked, gritting his teeth as he stared at her. That did sound just like Donzig.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Now, listen here–”
The woman stopped, and turned to look at him with cold dark eyes.
VOICE
“Gavin, Oblivion demands IPW be brought to heel. And you let Savannah Andrews steal from us, from us! So I am not interested in whatever excuses you have for us, the Scourge wants better. He wants you on task, and if you can't get it done? Well, as he would say let's dwell on unpleasantries, eh?”
Gavin arched a brow, and he shrugged.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Who do you think you are?"
EMILY BLACK
“Emily Black. I serve the Void, as should you.”
GAVIN DRAKE
“Listen if I need a handler why didn't they just send Sinclair?”
At the mention of the Baroness, Emily Black's face froze as her lips pressed into a thin line. Her eyes widened, before narrowing as she turned to face him. Dark hair fell around her face before she shrugged, and Gavin Drake knew enough to know when the thin layer of cold detachment shown by the Children of the Fall was almost cracked.
EMILY BLACK
“The Scourge was loathe to let Sinclair–”
The name oozed with contempt.
EMILY BLACK
“--from his side, and so I was dispatched. That is all.”
Gavin smirked.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Oh, you're a Sin-zig shipper, it's fine. There alot of those on the Network, I am more of a Dres-zig guy.”
Emily Black's expression grew darker, and her hand tightened into a fist as she stared up at the Empty Hand. A slight shake of her head, and she turned away to pace off a few steps. But Gavin Drake drew out his flask, taking a swig before he waved it as he spoke again.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Oh, I see. You want a Em-zig ship. Listen, I don't want to ruin your dreams but? Even before 'this' Donzig is what we call high maintenance, the guy is awful at relationships. He only cares about himself, and I have literally watched–”
EMILY BLACK
“Are you always so full of chat?”
Emily Black snapped, whirling around with a furious glare. She crossed the room, and her hand lifted to drive a finger into Drake's chest as she snarled.
EMILY BLACK
“You need to worry about you, you need to focus on your fucking match! We have work to do, the work of the Scourge! The work of Donzig-gun! I don't care what you think you know, or who you are shipping for! We need to go see who is in charge, because if you're right and there is a war coming? We need to be ready.”
Drake swallowed, shaking his head before he arched a brow before he shrugged. His gaze settled on a briefcase nearby, and he grunted.
GAVIN DRAKE
“Oh, he sent you with a contract? Sinclair too busy?”
EMILY BLACK
“You are an infuriating man, Mister Drake.”
"Call the Devil My Friend" by Frank Bang and the Secret Stash begins to play.
CASEY KINCAID
“Our next match is set for one fall. Introducing first from Dulvey Parish, Louisiana... a member of The Dead End Express, he is "HANGMAN" JACK HAGGARD!!!!”
Jack Haggard comes out with a skull-decored dusk mask covering his face as well as a hangman's noose around his neck, looking angry but focused.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Jack Haggard, representing The Dead End Express, showed zero fear at the idea of facing off against an XHF legend in PRICE.”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“He and his whole family are hungry fighters, Chloe. They'll do anything to get the win against anybody.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Yeah I squared up against that jabroni last show, my ad-vice for ad-price would be to watch out for big boy's stench more than anything else. By the way is everyone feeling safe?"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What in god's name are you talking about?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"'Cause if at any point you guys aren't feeling safe let me know."
As the beat for “Point of No Return” by Immortal Technique hits the arena, the crowd begins to cheer for the return of an XHF Legend.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio... he is "The Messiah of Hardcore", "The Godfather of Violence" and "XHF's Omega”!!! He is PRICE!!!!
Price enters the arena and stops to soak it all in, ready for his return. As he continues down to the ring, his eyes are locked on Jack Haggard's.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“AND HERE HE IS, FOLKS! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD! PRICE IS HERE AND HE IS LOOKING TO CARVE HIS PLACE IN IPW!”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"ARE YOU ALL FEELING SAFE!?"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“YES GODDAMMIT!”
MATCH TWO
JACK HAGGARD vs PRICE
DING! DING!
PRICE and JACK HAGGARD circle each other as the bell rings, each looking to grapple but the other avoiding it. They LOCK UP as both men jockey for position back into a corner, with Price on the outside. Price backs off. The two shake it off before immediately going into another collar and elbow tie up. This time Price immediately circles around Haggard with and grabbing a WAIST LOCK. Haggard grabs Price's arm turning into an ARM BAR and twists under into an ARMBREAKER on Price's left arm. Price slaps at his arm, waits for his moment and dips under Haggard reversing the hold into an ARMBREAKER of his own. Price really wrenches in the hold but Haggard flips forward and rolls through, kipping up while grabbing Price's wrist now having the advantage as he moves the chain into a WRISTLOCK. Price drops down, sweeps at Haggards leg hitting a SINGLE LEG TAKEDOWN and COVER but Haggard immediately kicks out before hitting his own SINGLE LEG TAKE DOWN and COVER, but Price immediately kicks out and the two men jump back to their feet in a fighting stance, backing away from each other as the crowd beings clapping and cheering loudly at the evenly match ringwork.
I-P-DUB!
I-P-DUB!
I-P-DUB!
The two being to jaw back and forth as Haggard motions for Price to come on. The pace back and forth staring each other down before locking up once again and Haggard is able to back Price into the corner this time. The ref moves in to check for a choke hold and satisfied that everything is on the up and up he backs off. Jack Haggard begins to give Price a REPEATED KNIFE EDGE CHOP/RIGHT-HANDED CLOSED FIST JAB COMBINATION. Price pushes Haggard off. Haggard hits a CORNER EUROPEAN UPPERCUTCORNER EUROPEAN UPPERCUT. Price counters with a EUROPEAN UPPERCUT of his on. Price begins throwing ELBOW after ELBOW, backing Haggard into the opposite corner before IRISH WHIPPING him back to the other corner. Haggard hits the corner hard and falls into a seated position. RUNNING KNEE TO THE HEAD attempt by Price misses as Haggard gets out of way just in time. Price limps into an ALABAMA SLAM. Haggard COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jack Haggard stands and surveys the scene. Price is crawling towards the ropes, presenting himself as a huge target for Haggard. Haggard goes for .50 CALIBER (RUNNING PUNT KICK) but Price telegraphs it and the miss spins Haggard around. Price KICKS TO THE GUT and plants Haggard with a
DDT!
PRICE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Frustrated with the kickout, Price MOUNTS Haggard and beings to throw PUNCHES TO HIS FACE. The ref moves in to break it up and as Price backs up the ref walks him down to his corner letting him know he needs to break when being asked. Haggard is back to his feet and charges full speed before Price can react and SANDWICHES THE REF BETWEEN THEM. The impact takes the wind out of Price but flattens the ref. Jack Haggard begins to kick and punch and chop and jab Price in the corner. Price tries to block the blows, but Haggard is throwing fists like a madman. There is a commotion from the crowd.
"WILD BOAR" HANK HAGGARD JR. comes out as Jack continues to work on Price. Hank Jr. grabs a chair from the timekeeper and throws it in to his brother. Before Jack Haggard can use it, a new ref runs down and grabs the chair and tosses it out. While distracted Price hits a LOW BLOW which brings the Hank Haggard Jr up to the apron. The ref is distracted even more. The crowd begins to stand and point towards the curtains.
SPIKE KANE runs out with several kendo sticks taped together and slides it to Price who UNLOADS ON HAGGARD WITH THE KENDO STICKS. Hank Jr tries to get into the ring to help his brother as the ref stops him, oblivious to what is going on behind them. ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN goes to the opposite end and sternly tells Price to stop using the Kendo stick. Price scoffs and just throws the sticks at Touchdown who catches them but immediate hides them behind his back when the ref turns in case the ref thinks he used them. As the ref looks away Touchdown throws the stick down and backs away from them slowly with his hands up.
Jack Haggard, sore from the kendo stick strikes, tries to pull himself up on Price who has a big grin on his face. Price sets up a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX, but Haggard quickly reverses and spins behind Price trying to grab him in a FULL NELSON HOLD. Price fights it off but Haggard has a good enough grasp to control Price as he RUNS HIM FACE FIRST TOWARDS THE CORNER. Price gets his feet up at the last minute and kicks off of the middle turnbuckle, spinning the two of them around as Price grabs Haggards neck.
PRICE CRASH!
( RKO into a Seated Stunner )
PRICE MAKES THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Hank Haggard Jr pulls Jack's legs under the bottom ropes breaking the count. The ref stands up to see what happened, but Spike is already over there in Hank Jr's face. The ref jumps out to separate them. Price walks to the ropes to argue with the Hank Jr as well. Spike motions for Price to watch out and Price turns just in time to be met with
DEEP SOUTH LARIAT!
( Burning Lariat )
JACK HAGGARD GOES FOR THE PIN
Hank Jr. is trying to yell at the ref to get in. Spike is yelling to try and keep the ref there. The ref demands they separate and Hank obliges so the ref can do his job. The ref turns and sees Haggard covering Price and slides in for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Hank yells at the ref some more to do his job and Jack Haggard slaps the mat in anger at the missed opportunity. He picks Price up and drags him to the ropes. Haggard steps through to the apron and brings Price with him. Haggard takes Price's head and BASHES IT ON THE OUTSIDE RING POST, three times, before stepping onto the stairs and setting Price up for a piledriver. As he lifts Price, Prices flips all the way up into a powerbomb position before slipping off and falling in front of Haggard. He grabs his head on the way down and proceeds to fall with Haggard hitting a DDT on Haggard to the floor below. Both men are motionless as the ref beings his count.
YOU'RE HARDCORE!
YOU'RE HARDCORE!
YOU'RE HARDCORE!
Both men are busted open. Price from the turnbuckle smashes and Haggard from the DDT. At the count of 5, almost in unison they both stir and realize they are bleeding. This energizes them both as they being to crawl towards the apron while Spike and Hank Jr cheer their respective partners on. Haggard makes it in the ring at 8. Price goes to slide in but "BUTCHER" CLANCY HAGGARD runs out and tries to grab him preventing him from answering the 10 count. Spike sees this and is able to shove Clancy away just in time to answer the count at 9 1/2.
Alastor Touchdown approaches the Haggards and Spike to help the ref get some order in the match. What else is an enforcer going to do? All the men outside begin talking trash to each other, Touchdown included. Meanwhile in the ring, Jack Haggard makes a one armed cover to Price who is still out of it.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
JUST KICKED OUT IN TIME!
Spike has moved away from the Haggard brother's and breathes a sigh of relief that Price kicked out. Across the ring, the Haggard brothers are looking under the ring and pull out a table. This prompts Spike to looking under his end and grabbing two steel chairs. He slides into Price as he is just making his way to his feet. Jack Haggard looks back at his brothers who is sitting the table up. The two of them jump up on the apron as Jack comes over in front of them. Spike jumps up on the apron as well while Price grabs his weapon. The ref is pleading with them to back off. The ref looks at Alastor Touchdown and motions for him to "enforce'. Hank Haggard Jr and Clancy Haggard step through the ropes and stand beside his brother. They begin to fan out. Spike gets in and stands back-to-back with Price as they both hold the chairs watching the Haggards circle them like sharks. The ref again pleads to Alastor who holds a finger up to his ear as if he has an ear piece.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"What's that you say? Some ten-year-old punk is trying to steal JAMROCKER shirts? AW HELL NO, ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN, IPW ENFORCER WILL BE RIGHT THERE! YOU HOLD THAT PUNK THERE!"
With that Alastor Touchdown gets out of dodge and heads off through the crowd to the concourse of the arena. A bloody Price stares over at a bloody Jack Haggard. He winks and charges at him with the chair. Jack jumps out of the ring causing Price to miss with the chair shot. Hank Jr and Clancy meanwhile have tossed Spikes from the ring. Clancy grabs Price into a FULL NELSON.
DING! DING! DING!
The ref calls for the bell and gets the hell out of the ring. Hank Jr picks up a chair that Price dropped and loads up. As he swings, his chair is met with another chair shot by Spike Kane. The vibration from the steel colliding makes both men drop their weapons.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has called for this match as a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!!!”
A brawl breaks out. All five men throwing punches. Price hits a YAKUZA KICK on Jack Haggard. Hank and Clancy Haggard are pummeling Spike. Price runs in and hits Clancy with the BBHMM (Uraken). Spike is able to get up and he and Price hit a DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE on Hank Jr, sending him over the top rope and down to the floor. Spike grabs the chair again and follows out to the floor as the two Haggard brothers retreat up the entrance way with Spike Kane on their tail.
MAFIA KICK!
Jack Haggard had made it back to his feet and damn near took Prices head off. He picks Price up and drags him to the apron of the ring. He sets Price up and...
PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!
Several officials run out to check on both bloodied competitors.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“My God! Look at the carnage!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“We need to take a break and get this sorted”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And where the hell did out 'enforcer' go?”
The officials work on Price and Jack Haggard as the show cuts to break.
Gavin Drake and his new colleague knocked once before they fairly burst through the door of Long's office. Jason Long looked up, and he arched a brow before Drake gave him a half-hearted shrug. Doors were a polite suggestion to most members of Donzig-gun, especially since Donzig seemed to ignore them.
JASON LONG
"Can I help you two?"
Long asked, clearly questioning the presence of Emily Black. She smiled slightly, and folded her hands before her holding the contract. Drake grunted, and jerked a thumb at her as he leaned on the edge of the desk.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Listen, mate, she's just a Dres-zig shipper. Donzig sent her to watch over Donzig-gun business you know how it is, yeah?"
Long frowned.
JASON LONG
"I literally could not give a shit about what or who's business is going on here."
Black's pretty lips twisted into a pout, and Drake snorted before he gestured to her.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Mister Long, this is Emily Black. She's--"
What was she? Witches is what Drake knew most people called them.
EMILY BLACK
"I am here to look after Drake's business, and of course the business of Donzig-gun. Which brings me to this."
She produced the contract, laying it across the desk of Long with a wave of her hand. She flashed a smile, and Drake shrugged as he folded his arms across his broad chest. Jason Long scanned the contract, frowning as he looked up.
EMILY BLACK
"This contract wants me to allow Donzig-gun to send anyone they want to IPW for tag matches, and to represent them with whoever and whatever team they want. Including if they win a championship!"
Long stared again, shrugging before he leaned back.
JASON LONG
"-you're gonna be waiting a long time for championships... What's in it for me?"
Drake grunted.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Aside from saving me from tagging with the clown from Twisted Metal?"
Black hissed, a hand lifting before she looked back to Long.
EMILY BLACK
"Donzig would be most pleased if you signed the contract, Mister Long. He would be quite grateful, and really what do you have to lose? Access to some of the hottest names on the Network? A cut of the merchandise?"
JASON LONG
"I didn't know I hired The Academy, but okay..."
Drake arched a brow, those were good arguments. But he also knew how persuasive Donzig could be when he wanted something. He was trying to get a foot in IPW, and Donzig never did anything without an ulterior motive. Gears within gears, plans within plans, when he could be bothered the Scourge was cunning. Drake stared at Long, and he glanced at Emily Black who said nothing as she watched.
GAVIN DRAKE
"Why don't you think it over, we can wait for an answer."
The two soon exited out of the office of the owner, he began to shake his head in pure disgust over what he had just experienced right in front of him.
JASON LONG
“Times like this where I wish Caffrey wasn’t supposedly dying from a fuckin’ heart disease.”
We are backstage with Infinite Pro Wrestling Interviewer Luis and Infinite Pro Wrestling Wrestler Leo. Leo Reza is looking rather sharp and dapper in a Navy tailored three-piece suit with a microphone in hand.
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Hello and welcome Infinite Pro Wrestling fans. I’m here with an exclusive interview with Leo Reza, ”The Submission Technician” and “The Sky Angel”. A man who's looking to come back from his loss on the first show. Leo brings an amazing and exciting style to the ring and if I say so myself is a really nice guy. So first of all, how are you doing, Leo?”
LEO REZA
“Thank you for your kind words, Luis. Well apart from being reminded about my only match here in IPW being a loss, I’m good.”
Leo laughs to show that he was just saying that in a joking manner and wasn’t at all offended by it as Luis smiles back at Leo.
LUIS DE LEÓN
“I do apologize for keep reminding you about it but what are your plans to overcome this loss?”
LEO REZA
“I forgive you, Luis. Well, my plans are always the same, to try and take over the world. Sorry, I’ve been watching Pinky and the Brain, a brilliant cartoon that everyone should check out if they haven’t seen it. Seriously though. I’ve just been training, adapting my skills, and just learning. That’s the thing, Luis. Whether it be in wrestling or in life, you never stop learning. It’s better to realize that and work on yourself to improve things. I wasn’t the better person on that day and on any other day, it might go in my favor. I’ve just been doing everything I can to make sure that’s the case.”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“That’s a refreshing thing to hear. I haven’t seen that cartoon but I’ll be sure to check it out. What are you looking to achieve here in IPW?”
LEO REZA
“Well, world domination obviously.”
Both Leo and Luis share a light-hearted laugh.
LEO REZA
“I’d like to achieve what every wrestler would like to achieve. I want to be a Champion. I want to put on a show for the fans. I want the Rezanation to be proud of me. I’m here doing what I do not only for myself but for those that for whatever reason can’t. I want to spread joy and fun worldwide too. My passion has always been wrestling. I believe that one day I will be a Champion. The only way I’ll do that too is honorably. Unlike some, I won’t cheat, take shortcuts or even bully my way into something I don’t deserve. I’m not here to make enemies but I’m also not here to let people trample over me too. I’ll always stand up for what I believe in and if that means some will hate me then I’m sorry that they feel that way.”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“I have one last question for you, Leo. Who are you looking forward to facing the most here in IPW?”
LEO REZA
“That’s a good question, Luis. There is so much talent here in IPW. I’d say the standout people that I want to face here in IPW are Savannah Andrews. She has done big things in wrestling and I’d be surprised if she wasn’t on a lot of people looking forward to facing list. Then of course Judith, she works hard in and out of the ring. I have a lot of respect for how much work she puts in and think we’d put on a hell of a show. The last one would be Cross Recoba, I just reckon that between us we could put on one hell of a show and the man in his own right has made a name for himself in and out of the wrestling world. Obviously, I want to face everyone but they’re the three standouts.”
LUIS DE LEÓN
“Thank you for your time Leo. It was good to speak to you and good luck with everything.”
They both shake hands as the interview has finished. After handing the microphone back, Leo walks off as Ricky Gunn had been watching on.
RICKY GUNN
“Pft. Leo Reza. What a dweeb.”
With a cup in hand, Ricky Gunn just walks off in the opposite direction of what Leo did shaking his head in the disappointment of what he just witnessed.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Up next we have Judith vs Stefan McCain, two extremely talented competitors yet to find their footing here in IPW. Tonight's the night that one of them gets some momentum going forward.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“You know, Touchdown, you actually have some insight for this one. Having fought both competitors in a victory, who do you think has the better shot here?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Well, Ms. Hartwell, both Judith and McCain are a quagmire of craven opportunism. In that regard, I can't see either of them truly leaving here as "winners", so to speak."
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Ok. I've been meaning to bring this up. Aren't you, like, literally illiterate?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"N-no."
CASEY KINCAID
“Our next match is set for one fall"
ONE FALL!
The lights in the arena go off.
As "BOOGEYMAN" by TERRORBYTE ft Spencer Charnas begins to play, the stage fills with smoke. A few moments later, JUDITH comes stalking out from backstage through the smoke and stands at the top of the Ramp wearing her Batman based gear, cowl and all. She looks out at the crowd before raising her leg up high; stomping it loudly against the stage which causes orange lights to flicker around the arena.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first from Haddonfield, New Jersey... JUDITH!!!!!!!"
With a smirk on her face, JUDITH makes her way down the ramp, hands gripping her studded jacket before tugging it off once she meets the ring. Once she drops her studded Jacket, JUDITH quickly hops onto the apron and grabs onto the middle rope with her free hand; hanging from it with her head hung low. With that, JUDITH leans back and makes her way through the ropes and to a turnbuckle before climbing up it and posing at the top of it as orange lights still flicker around the arena. Hoping down, JUDITH rips off her cowl and looks out at the crowd again before crouching down in her respectable corner as she awaits her opponent.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to this match”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I'm right there with you Chloe, this has been a match in the making since Adrenaline I! Judith looks ready to build on her momentum from two weeks ago!”
CASEY KINCAID
"And her opponent, from Kilkenny, Ireland by way of Adare! MR. AMAZING!!! STEFAN MCCAIN!!!!"
Stefan McCain makes his way out to the ring, looking smug and arrogant.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Do you want to know if Stefan McCain is the best wrestler in IPW? Just ask him and he will tell you it's him.”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“He definitely doesn't lack confidence”
Stefan McCain steps into the ring as JUDITH burns a whole through him with her gaze. Unphased, McCain climbs the turnbuckle and poses in cocky fashion as JUDITH stretches in her corner.
MATCH THREE
JUDITH vs STEFAN MCCAIN
DING! DING!
As the bell rings, STEFAN MCCAIN immediately goes on the attack with a flurry of forearms, backing JUDITH into the corner. He looks to get the upper hand early as he sends JUDITH across the ring to the opposite corner with force. She hits and stumbles out of the corner as McCain runs the ropes, jumps and hits a TILT-A-WHIRL HURRICANRANA, sending JUDITH down and out of the ring under the bottom rope. She gets to her feet and shakes it off, almost with a smile on her face as if impressed Stefan McCain got the early jump. She slowly walks back up the ring steps as McCain waits to pounce. JUDITH starts to bend through the middle rope, paying Stefan McCain no attention. He moves in and just before he can drop an elbow across JUDITH's back, she jumps back down off the apron to the floor and grabs McCains feet, tripping him up and pulling him outside the ring. The ref begins to count as a surprised McCain gets hammered with an ELBOW STRIKE. He tries to prop himself onto the stairs, steadying himself with his hand. JUDITH does a quick sprint up the stairs and stomps on his hand. Stefan McCain lets out a yelp as his fingers are caught between boot and steel. While McCain dances around in pain, JUDITH drops back to the floor out of McCain's line of sight and just as he turns around, he is met with a BIG BOOT! JUDITH picks him up and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in after him to break the count and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!!
TH—
KICKOUT!
JUDITH stands picking McCain up but he bats her arms away and fires off a few JABS before running the ropes. JUDITH shakes off the punches and as McCain gets to her she lifts him up but McCain is able to adjust and hit her with a POP UP DROP KICK! JUDITH sits up about the same time Stefan gets back to his feet. He dives back towards her with an ELBOW but she stares at him and gets to one knee. McCain, back up runs the ropes and KNEES JUDITH down to the mat. She rolls over to the rope and begins to pull herself up, almost unphased. Frustration begins to show on Stefan's face as he runs the ropes again but JUDITH BACK DROPS him over the top rope and to the apron. Relieved that he lands on the apron, McCain smiles before grabbing JUDITH's hair and dropping to the floor, WHIPLASHING JUDITH'S NECK on the top ropes in the process and springboarding her back to the mat. Stefan McCain, proud of himself, claps his hands and plays to the crowd as the ref begins to count once again. JUDITH rolls out of the ring unseen by the ref or McCain. When McCain turns to see an empty ring he walks around to the opposite side ready to inflict more damage, but JUDITH isn't there. He turns back around and she is directly behind him like a scene out of a horror flick. JUDITH grabs his head running it into the ring post. JUDITH slides back into the ring and is admonished by the ref, thus breaking the count. The ref turns to check on McCain who is slowly getting back to his feet when JUDITH takes off at full speed.
RASH DECISION!
( Tope Con Hilo Dive. )
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
JUDITH and STEFAN MCCAIN take a moment before stirring. JUDITH is the first to make it back to her feet and back to the ring. McCain pulls himself up by the ring skirt and rolls into the ring. JUDITH drops down to her knees and begins punching McCain. McCain punches JUDITH. They being trading blows from their knees as the crowd "oohs" and "ahhs" in unison. McCain blocks a punch and quickly springs up on his arms takings JUDITH down with a HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN but JUDITH is able to roll through ending up on McCain's back and reaching out for his neck, locking in...
DYING LIGHT!
( Rear naked choke hold. )
McCain strains as he reaches out for the ropes but can't get them. JUDITH is locking it in tight. McCain is working really hard to get out of the hold but it's just wasting a lot of energy as he beings to fade. His arm begins to get limp as the ref begins to check him.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Before McCains arm hits the mat a third time he gets a spark of energy and begins to lift him self up slightly, allowing him the leverage needed to move just within reach of the bottom rope. His finger tips grab on just enough as the ref tells JUDITH to break the hold. She holds on as long as possible and finally releases, as the ref asks her to get back. McCain tries to pull himself up on the ropes. JUDITH moves in but Stefan McCain quickly kicks.
SIMPLY!
( Superkick to the knee, dropping opponent to knees then Superkick to the head dazing opponent. )
Stefan attempts to complete his finisher by hitting the "AMAZING" (Shinning Wizard To Back of Head) portion but JUDITH is able to duck the kick and get to her feet. As McCain gets to his feet he is met with a BOOT TO THE GUT doubling him over as JUDITH goes for MURDEROUS RAMPAGE (Chain of rolling powerbombs) but when she lifts McCain up he spins on her shoulders and hits an INVERTED HURRICANRANA!
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP CLAP CLAP
THIS IS AWESOME!
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP CLAP CLAP
McCain crawls over to the corner and beings to pull himself up and slowly climbs the turnbuckle. He looks to hit his ICON (Top Rope Corkscrew Shooting Star) move but JUDITH rolls just out of position. McCain gets down and lines himself up as JUDITH gets to her hands and knees. McCain runs in for CAR BOMB (V-Trigger) but JUDITH jumps up strikes first with a BIG BOOT! JUDITH picks up Stefan McCain...
EVIL WITHIN!
( Pumphandle Lift dropped into a reverse STO. )
JUDITH MAKES THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… JUUUUUUDITTTTHHH!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“An INCREDIBLE match folks! We are more than halfway through tonight's show but first off, Touchdown has a "demonstration" he wishes to preform for the fans?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Yeah *ahem* basically gonna utilize some of the techniques I plan to toss out if anyone tries to start some SHIT tonight. Basically, just, go out there. Kinda put on a clinic."
Dominic places his head in his hands.
Elizabeth Karlson was livid. Livid due to the assault after the last main event. Liz was muttering to herself about that masked asshole smashing a chair upside her head a few times. What she didn’t expect, and yet welcomed, was the masked jerkoff stretching against a wall.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
You son of a bitch!
Reckless Jack turned around to see Liz Karlson with steam coming out of her ears. All we heard was a simple grunt, one of annoyance as Karlson kept her charge coming towards him.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
You gutless coward! Attacking me after a match like a coward? You’re not a badass like you think you are, you shit, you’re a gutless bitch.
Liz was all but in the mask of Reckless Jack at this point. Jack grunted with the same annoyance again.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
Too much of a chickenshit to say a damn word? No one cares about you being here.
RECKLESS JACK
Do you run your mouth to make up for something else? I’m not here to talk to you, or anyone else. I’m here to inflict chaos and carnage. So take your little barking dog bullshit elsewhere.
Those words only fueled the rage of the Brick Shithouse.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
Are you seriously this much of a bitch you can’t handle this?!
RECKLESS JACK
Handle what, exactly? Did I not smack you in the head with a chair?
ELIZABETH KARLSON
After a grueling match, you punk ass. Couldn’t even do it to my face. Are you really a man under there?
Karlson smirked as Jack shook his head.
RECKLESS JACK
Are you finished? More important matters await tonight and in the future. Like when I win the National Openweight Championship after I maim that bit boy Jimi Cooldown.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
That championship is going to be around my waist. And you will be looking up at me after I plant your ass on the mat.
Reckless Jack doesn’t respond and offers a thumbs up before switching it to a middle finger. This only keeps the rage boiling inside of Liz as she gets back up in his masked face.
ELIZABETH KARLSON
Keep your eyes open tonight.
Security comes in to separate the two as the show cuts elsewhere.
We cut to ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN. Stood on a makeshift platform amongst the audience who scream their heads off and constantly try to lean into the shot. Touchdown himself has added to his white martial arts headband, having changed into a full on gi. "Jamrocked" up however with sparkling sequins and mirrors along the legs. Very tasteful. Touchdown also seems to be wearing one of those microphones that sits on the ear, looking more like a Eurovision contestant than a wrestler.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Greetings, World Citizens! I've designated this period of time as, statistically, the safest point of time in the show. Thusly, it's the perfect opportunity for me to show everyone what they can do to keep themselves protected, safe and, most importantly, jammin'. It also lets me show off some sweet moves, ANYWAY! BRING 'EM IN!”
IPW Staff appear from the shadows, wheeling in dummies that are nothing more than upper torsos with images crudely stapled onto their faces. The images in question happen to be that of Ana Somnia, Irina Sokolov and Cross Recoba. The crowd cheer the arrival of these three cornerstones of IPW, or perhaps the staff that wheeled them in. Touchdown feigns shock.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“OH WOW! OH MY! I hadn't anticipated that THESE IPW superstars would be the ones chosen to represent a potential attacker! These, the man and women I will be gobbling up in the Infinite Power Tournament! But! Oh well!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It, uh, is hard to tell with Mr. Touchdown. But, I think he's taking the opportunity to make a statement about his place in the tournament as well as... Show off his skills?”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Goodie.”
Touchdown saunters towards the dummy containing his upcoming opponent, Ana Somnia. Sneering as he adopts a crane stance with graceful poise. VERY tasteful!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“NECCESARY evil?! How 'bout UN-necessarily BORING!”
The crowd "ohh's" at either that delicious burn or the insanely powerful crane kick that follows it. Possibly both. The dummy has no response as it falls harmlessly to the ground.
Having felled the beast, Touchdown cracks his neck and moves on to the next dummy. That which displays Cross Recoba as its face. Touchdown says nothing, a rarity. Instead, sizing "Recoba" up before reaching into his gi and flailing out a pair of nun-chucks with lightning precision. Smacking Cross aCROSS (haha) the jaw. Touchdown does not let up the assault however, battering the dummy with the nun-chucks like a whip as rage seeps into his previously jovial demeanour.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“YOU WANNA SEE ME LOSE IT, HUH DAD!?, I mean, YOU'RE DEAD!”
The crowd seems to die down a little at the scene. Touchdown continuing to lay the smackdown on the defenceless dummy, unsure what it's done to deserve such treatment.
CHLOE HARTWELL
“Things have taken a bit of a turn it would seem...”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“This is weird.”
Silence eventually overcomes the arena before Touchdown finally stops. He stands, nun-chucks limply hanging from his hand as he sharply inhales air back to his lungs. No one is sure what exactly to do. No one is happy.
Suddenly, Touchdown drops the nun-chucks as well as "Irina Sokolov" with a SEXYYY superkick! He begins jumping up and down like the glue huffing freak he is known and loved as, perking the crowd back up as the pop becomes almost deafening.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP~!!!!”
Touchdown drops an elbow on the Sokolov dummy prompting another, even bigger pop. Commentary can barely be heard wondering what in the name of christ is going on as Touchdown continues dropping BIG TIME elbows on Sokolov.
He kips up to his feet, the crowd reaction leading to the building nearly shaking around him. Sweat covering his body despite the absurdity of his "routine", he points at the camera with a wild look in his eyes.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“AND THAT'S ENFORCER SAFET-”
Someone backstage has clearly seen enough, cutting from the ringside cameras to somewhere else.
"Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walkin'
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun"
Jimi Cooldown comes out strutting from behind the curtain, running his hand through luscious locks, and talking mad trash to the camera. Talkin' bout "OH YEAH!!!! OH BABY!!!! YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT BE!!!!!!" Posing for the fans on the ramps, and flexing his large frame and massive bi's and tri's. He jumps to grab the top rope to pull himself up to the apron. Flexing for the crowd, he struggles to climb over the top rope like a Giant would because he is 5 foot 10 and not 6 foot 10. He walks to the centre and raises his one black leather fingerless gloved hand as he smirks to the hard cam. He starts jaw jackin' with the marks in the front row and proceeds to the corner.
CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first... wrestling out of 'Boogie Street', New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds... HE IS BACK ON TOP... MISTER WORLDWIIIIDE... THIS IS JIMI COOOOOOOLLLLLDOOOOOOOWNNNNNN!!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And here comes-”
Morrissey and Hartwell let out surprised yelps as Touchdown jumps up onto his chair.
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"WELCOME TO THE CUMMERDOME, FOLKS! YUUUUUUUUUUUP! KICK UP THE FUCKIN JAMS, WE'RE POPPIN DOGS AND TALKIN' HOGS! YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST DO COMMENTARY!?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"BECAUSE JIMI COOLDOWN IS THE COMMENTARY GUY, DADDY-O! HE HANDLES THE DAY TO DAY AND I'M MORE BIG PICTURE STUFF. KEEP! UP!"
The lights go out as the opening riff to “South of Heaven" by Slayer begins to fill the arena. While the riff goes on the tron screen is all sunshiny until it stops. Then the drums start as the sunshine gives away to blood rain.
“An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time
Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs
Judgment day the second coming arrives
Before you see the light you must die”
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. 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.
CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent... wrestling out of Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds... THIS IS RECKLESSSSSSSS JAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK!!!!"
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“I assume you'll want to say something regarding Jack, Touchdown?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"What's to say? Look at him! He's a Hot Head in need of a Cooldown! He's BOILIN' in the club! COOCHIELESS! ZERO hoes! I did tell Jimi to call him "Reckless Hack" though, hehe."
'Ms. Hartwell' lets out another weary sigh.
MATCH FOUR
RECKLESS JACK vs JIMI COOLDOWN
With the bell ringing to begin the match, RECKLESS JACK did not waste any time rushing in onto the attack on JIMI COOLDOWN—landing some clean FOREARM STRIKES and STOMPS to the abdomen of Cooldown. Jack continued the assault as he landed some BACK ELBOWS right into the head of Cooldown. Jack backed himself out of the corner and watched as Cooldown slowly began to limp in the corner, almost dropping down to the mat as Jack stepped closer, but as he did?
JIMI COOLDOWN
“STOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!”
A pause.
JIMI COOLDOWN
“...GOTCHA, BITCH!”
And just as he said those words, Cooldown sprung to his feet and leapt off of his feet—
OCULAR PAT DOWN!
( Gamengiri. )
Just like that, the kick landed right onto the side of the head of Reckless Jack as he staggered back and Jimi Cooldown rushed towards Jack – landing a DROPKICK right into the chest of Jack – sending him across the ring from the force of the kick! Jack was able to roll through and get to his feet quickly, grabbing onto Cooldown quickly and sending him across the ring with a CAPTURE SUPLEX! Jimi is sent almost to the ropes, but he still finds a way to slide under the bottom rope and out of harm's way. Cooldown gives the thumbs up to Touchdown at the commentary desk, but what he doesn’t see and know is a charging Reckless Jack flying through the ropes with a SUICIDE DIVE and that sent Cooldown into the first few rows of the crowd. Jack doesn’t even try to bring Cooldown back inside of the ring, no, he’s going to fight him inside of the crowd! Jack is showing just how reckless the name suggests as he goes for the SUPLEX onto the steel chairs in the crowd!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee’s count continued on as Jack looked to finally bring himself back inside of the ring—before sliding right back out to make the referee restart the count again as he climbed over through the crowd to get his hands onto Cooldown. Touchdown watched on from the commentary table and seemed concerned by the unsafetyness of what Jack was doing. Jack finally threw Cooldown towards the ringside area, but with him trying to climb over the fans? That gave Jimi enough time to recover with a ASAI MOONSAULT right down onto Jack before sliding back into the ring—and then right back out again to restart the count—before landing a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS onto the wooden floor below them!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Jimi Cooldown finally brought Jack inside of the ring and now, beginning the climb all the way up to the top rope as he looks down onto Reckless Jack – unaware of what’s to come from Jimi right now – as he leaps for the SIX-THIRTY SENTON! BUT NO! JACK MOVED OUT OF THE WAY IN TIME AND COOLDOWN MET NOTHING MORE THAN THE MAT UPON IMPACT! Cooldown winces in pain as he pulls himself off of the mat—but Jack saw an opening as he pulled himself up, cocking his arm back and swinging forward with the NORTHERN LARIAT right into the back of the head and that flattened Cooldown. Jack looked down at the fallen Cooldown and grabbed onto his hair, dragging him off of the mat and bringing him into the middle of the ring, bringing him up to his feet whilst holding onto his hair and landing a SERIES OF INSULTING SLAPS RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE to Cooldown before hoisting him up onto the shoulders and adjusting him, dropping him down with the—
MAD WORLD!
( Fireman’s Carry dropped into a Roundhouse Kick. )
COOLDOWN CAUGHT THE FOOT! Cooldown caught the foot in time, now bringing Jack up into the Powerbomb position and dropping him down hard to the mat with a SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! Cooldown doesn’t even go for a pinfall attempt—no, he’s rolled Jack through onto his knees and dragged him into the middle of the ring, landing some SHOOT KICKS right into the chest of Jack—BUT HE’S ASKING FOR MORE! HE’S DEMANDING THEM! MORE SHOOT KICKS RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF JACK AND HE WON’T STOP ASKING FOR MORE—A KNEE STRIKE ONTO THE JAW MIGHT’VE SHUT HIM UP FOR GOOD AS JIMI GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
T—KICKOUT!
Cooldown is STUNNED! Jack won’t stay down so easily after everything that the two have thrown against one another—but Cooldown drags Jack right up to his feet and then spins him around for the…
YOUR-A-NAGE!
( Spiking Uranage. )
—FLOAT OVER COUNTER! FLOAT OVER COUNTER! JIMI IS CAUGHT AND SENT INTO THE CORNER! TURNBUCKLE POWERBOMB! AND A BURNING LARIAT AS HE WALKED OUT OF THE CORNER! RECKLESS JACK HAS AWOKEN RIGHT NOW! Jack heads into the corner and now onto the apron, beginning the climb to the top rope and eyeing up the fallen Jimi Cooldown—turning around and balancing himself up on the top rope–BUT JIMI KNOCKS HIM DOWN! Cooldown brings Jack onto the shoulders out of the corner, in the Torture Rack position—and goes for the BURNING HAMMER! NO! JACK LANDS ON THE FEET! SNAP PILEDRIVER! JACK IS NOW GOING BACK INTO THE CORNER! HE’S GOING TO MAKE THE CLIMB ALL THE WAY UP! AND HE’S GOING TO LEAP…
PHOENIX SPLASH!
HE GOT ALL OF IT! HE GOT ALL OF IT! HOOKING BOTH LEGS OF COOLDOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR—KICKOUT!
Jack was so close to having the match won for himself but that kick out was everything that Cooldown needed to keep himself alive in this match, and Jack isn’t going to accept any of this as he dragged Cooldown off of the mat by the hair once again and brought him onto the shoulders in the Torture Rack position—seeking the RECKLESS KILLING finish, but Cooldown counters into a CRUCIFIX BOMB! INTO THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
JACK KICKED OUT IN TIME! THESE TWO WON’T QUIT JUST YET! JACK IS BACK TO HIS FEET AND SO IS COOLDOWN, TWO OF THEM ARE NOSE TO NOSE WITH ONE ANOTHER—JACK WITH THE CHEAP SHOT! A STIFF HEADBUTT RIGHT TO THE BRIDGE OF THE NOSE OF JIMI COOLDOWN! BUT HE REPLIES BACK WITH A SUPERKICK! JACK IS STUNNED—BUT HE’S BROUGHT DOWN ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH A HALF AND HALF SUPLEX! A SNAPMARE FOLLOWS, COOLDOWN REBOUNDS OFF OF THE ROPES AND LANDING THE PENALTY KICK RIGHT INTO THE CHEST OF JACK, AND NOW FINISHING OFF THE COMBINATION WITH THE STANDING CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Cooldown heads into the corner and springs onto the second ropes—SECOND ROPE MOONSAULT! Cooldown brings himself back to his feet and feels the match is about to end soon, knowing he just needs to hit one more move to put an end to Reckless Jack right now, as he goes to make his way up to the top rope to drop the elbow right onto the chest of Jack. Cooldown takes a deep breath and leaps—but there’s nobody home as Jack rolls into the corner in time–FEINT PUMP KICK INTO A LARIAT! AND IT ALMOST KNOCKED THE HEAD OFF OF COOLDOWN! Both men are down once again, the crowd inside of the National Stadium are on their feet for an eventful headliner before the main event, and these two aren’t even close to being finished with one another! Jack shakes off whatever he’s feeling and is bringing himself back to his feet, eyeing up Cooldown — who is completely oblivious as to what’s happening around him right now — as Jack lifts him up into position for the TORTURE RACK…
RECKLESS KILLING I!
( Torture Rack into a Piledriver. )
WAIT! COOLDOWN MIGHT’VE TURNED THIS AROUND IN HIS FAVOUR! CANADIAN DESTROYER! COOLDOWN SPIKED THE HEAD OF JACK INTO THE MAT WITH ALL THE FORCE NEEDED BEHIND IT! COOLDOWN ISN’T WASTING ANY TIME! HE’S GOING ALL THE WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE! SHAKING HIS HEAD ONE MORE TIME TO SHAKE OFF EVERYTHING HE’S BEEN PUT THROUGH TONIGHT…
COOLDOWN II: FIRST STRIKE!
( Elbow Drop. )
RIGHT INTO THE HEART IT LANDS! COOLDOWN GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
JACK KICKED OUT! JACK KICKED OUT!
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—BUT IT WAS JUST A SECOND TOO LATE!
DING! DING! DING!
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“WELCOME TO THE CUMMERDOME, BOYS!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WOULD YOU SHUT THE FU—”
‘You Don’t Mess Around With Jim’ begins to play out just as the bell rang, and judging by the body language of one Reckless Jack — he’s frustrated as all hell, he’s extremely frustrated with himself after everything he thought he had done to put away Jimi Cooldown, but it’s The Most Fucked Fucker that stands tall and his arm raised as Jack slides out of the ring and heads to the back, holding his head in shame.
CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… JIMMMMIIIII COOOOOOOLLLLLDOOOOOWNNNNNNNN!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“UNBELIEVABLE SCENES HERE! THE JAMROCKERS HAVE NOW TAKEN THEIR TALLY TO THREE AND OH AGAINST INFINITE PRO WRESTLING—JUST BY THE SKIN OF THEIR TEETH WITH THIS ONE HOWEVER”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Shirt is BEING MADE AS WE SPEAK! Miss Hartwell, I’ll have a special one made just for you—and Dominic? Well… I’m not sure they do shmedium sizes.”
Dominic began to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration as he whispered into the microphone right in front of him.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...he is slowly becoming my thirteenth reason why.”
We soon fade into a quick commercial.
YOU MAKE ME VICIOUS!
WATCH AS I MAKE THE PAIN MY MISTRESS!
YOU CAN CALL ME MISS MALICIOUS,
I'LL DRESS YOU UP IN STITCHES;
NO, I CANNOT RESIST THIS!
“Vicious” by Halestorm kicking through the P.A. demands the attention of every fan in the National Stadium of Dublin, Ireland as an enveloping arterial red lighting overwhelms the entire venue. Pandemonium courses through the capacity crowd while a thick fog pervades the entrance stage, emphasizing the foreboding atmosphere. As Lzzy Hale's throaty, powerful vocals continue over the band’s harsh guitars and a vibrant white flashing light overtakes the arena, the Devil Herself saunters through the curtain and steps into the ominous mise-en-scène before her, her head bowed forward.
ANA SOMNIA won’t compete tonight, and is therefore clad in civilian attire of a black pair of combat boots, a black pair of skinny jeans distressed at the thighs and knees, a black Reebok Russia sports bra, a black W.C.A. Fight Club beanie, and a black leather jacket, a Russian flag bandana hanging out of her back right pocket. Her IBW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP is wrapped around her sculpted waist.
She lifts her head and looks out upon the capacity crowd. The arterial red lipstick on her lips appears even more sinister when her lips twist into a malicious sneer. Then her upper lip twitches in disdain, wrath bubbling up beneath the surface. She draws breath before shifting her weight from one hip to the other, resting her hands around the back of the top of the faceplate of her title. She allows her malevolent gaze to glide from one side of the venue to the other before returning her focus to center, settling her vision on the ring on the far end of the entrance ramp.
CASEY KINCAID
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT SEMIFINALIST... The DEVIL HERSELF... The UNDISPUTED...”
“AAAANNNNAAAA...”
“...NECESSARY EVIL...”
“SSSOOOMMMNNNIIIAAA!”
The Undisputed then stomps down the ring to ringside, confidence pouring out of every imperious movement she makes. Once she reaches the foot of the entrance ramp, Somnia struts to the bottom of the steel stairs leading up to the ring apron. She hastens up the stairs with purpose and ventures out about halfway across the apron nearest the ramp. Sneering as she looks out on the crowd one more time, Somnia scrapes the bottoms of her boots against the apron.
Forgoing her typical theatricality in her entrance, she simply looks out upon the audience, a contemplative scowl on her visage. Then the Huntress suddenly unfastens the strap around her waist and hastens toward the corner, hopping up and swinging her leg over the top rope and into the ring to sit upon the top turnbuckle as if it were the top of the cage at the end of an MMA fight. She roars imperiously and rolls her shoulders, hoisting her title high overhead with both arms.
Subsequently, Slavic Steel slides back down to her feet inside of the squared circle and ventures to the corner of the ring nearest the timekeeper, where she leans through the middle and top ropes to demand a microphone from a ringside attendant, who hastily obliges out of fear. Somnia does not thank him as she pulls back into the ring and paces for a moment, eventually centering herself and squaring to the hard camera. She lifts the microphone to her blood-red lips and spews her venomous vitriol.
“It is pity I will not have fight tonight,” she says. “It is pity for you. Instead, you must endure mundanity. Instead, you must witness means to end, because it will not matter who advances tonight. It will not matter who emerges victorious, one win stronger in conquest for championship. It will not matter because there is only one who is fit to lead company into future of sport. There is only one who is equal to task of carrying weight of IPW on her shoulders.” Ana rolls her shoulders back with eyes narrowing even further. “I admit to intrigue. I admit to being… entertained. I admit to nothing else. I admit to nothing else because this is where it stops. This is where there is no one who can compare because there is no one who can compete. I am pound-for-pound planet’s most potent fighter. Everyone else is пушечное мясо.” Somnia spits at the canvas after equating the other athletes in the tournament to cannon fodder. “I admitted to being entertained, but my next opponent? My next victim? There is nothing entertaining. He is joke and showman, making mockery of sport. It is stains like him I have committed my career to eradicating from sport. I was asked to sign here partly because I bring validation to this company by name alone. I was also asked to sign here because I will be one to drag the dead weight like Alastor Touchdown toward relevance in industry.”
“Without Ana Somnia, there is nothing Infinite about Infinite Pro Wrestling.”
“When this company is on mountaintop,” she continues. “When this company is mentioned in league with best our sport has to offer? It will be because of me. It will be my blood pumping through its veins. It will be my bloodlust fueling its insatiable hunger. It will be built from foundation of broken bone and shattered spirits of those who stand in way of progress… Those who stand in my way.” Ana grins with a chuckle, before shaking her head. “Men—if you can call them this—like Alastor Touchdown had better count blessings. They had better savor what miserable life they still have while they still can. Because once I take this tournament, take this title? There will be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide under my Iron Fist. Because when you step into ring with Undisputed? When you step into MY ring?”
“NO ONE SURVIVES!”
With this, Ana tosses the microphone down and her theme plays over the P.A. system again. Her upper lip twitches as she gestures to her waist to the hard camera, signifying what she considers fait accompli. We fade to a brief advertisement break on the image of Somnia holding her title high overhead and baring her teeth to the hard camera.
CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is your MAIN EVENT AND IT IS THE SEMI FINAL MATCH TO THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT!”
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 towards the stage as she seems ready for combat.
CASEY KINCAID
“Wrestling out of Moscow, Russia and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty pounds… THEY ARE THE BIRD OF PREY… IRIIIIINNAAAAAA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOVVVVV!!!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It is the semi-finals of the Infinite Power Tournament! Either Cross Recoba will move forward or this woman, Irina Sokolov will. She looks determined to make sure it's the latter.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"Both competitors would do well to impress me tonight. Either Criss-Cross Applesauce or Irina Suckolov will be NEXT regardless."
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Irina... Suckolov?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
"They can't all be winners, Dom."
"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
“And her opponent… residing in Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty pounds… HE IS THE BOX OFFICE SMASH… THE FOX… CROSS REEEEECOOOOBAAAAAA!!!”
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions 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.
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Any words for ‘Criss-Cross’ right now?”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“Who— What are you even talking about, Dom? That sounds so fuckin’ stupid.”
MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS
CROSS RECOBA vs IRINA SOKOLOV
The build up to this match has been intense, on another level, a pay-per-view level – if you would. Though, just as the bell rang for the main event to begin, the reality sunk in for both IRINA SOKOLOV and CROSS RECOBA that their fight tonight might secure their place in next month’s final for the Infinite Pro Heavyweight Championship. The two teased a COLLAR AND ELBOW TIE UP to begin the match, but Cross pulled away just as Irina looked to have locked up, making her tumble to the mat below her. The cockiness, swagger, and everything else was on full display for Cross tonight—feeling aware of the situation right now, but also feeling the confidence slowly flowing well through his veins after how the last episode ended for him in his favour. Irina looked to be fuming as to how Cross is taking this match against her, now taking the advantage away from him as she swept the leg and allowing her to spring to her feet — rebounding off of the ropes and connecting the SLIDING LARIAT which allowed her to slide out of the ring and she got the entire crowd inside of the National Stadium behind her!
Irina climbed onto the apron, but she was unaware of Recoba back onto his feet until he slingshotted over the ropes and landed a SLINGSHOT APRON DDT that spiked Irina’s head into the hardest part of the ring! Irina seemed to have been put out of the match temporarily by the sheer impact of the move performed by Recoba. Referee Jackson Miller checks up on Irina on the apron and she seemed to have been unresponsive at first—but she finally wakes up and raises her head to find Recoba looking right at them. Recoba used the advantage of the referee not beginning his count yet to grab onto Irina and spike her head first with an APRON-HUNG DDT right onto the floor below them both! Irina crumpled up on the ringside floor below as, once again, Jackson Miller checked on their condition and saw if they could continue. Cross, however, slid back into the ring and seemed to keep himself in good spirits as he watched Irina slowly begin to bring herself back into the ring.
The two shared the ring once again as Irina shook off the slight head trauma suffered but she seemed ready to continue, however, Cross simply just smirked and seemed interested in the thought of a tie up between the two. But, Irina did not take that shit lightly—and he scooped up Recoba into a DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN and she went to town on Recoba, landing some hard FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of Recoba and making sure that he paid for what he done early on towards her! Irina grabbed onto the arm of Recoba and turned it around into a HEADSCISSORS KIMURA LOCK! The submission was locked in tightly and she made sure that the arm was trapped, bending the arm and pulling on the arm, trying to pull the shoulder out of the socket of Cross Recoba – who’s doing all of his best to make sure that he slips out of this move – but just as he tried to slip free, he got to roll up Irina into a pinfall attempt as her shoulders were down onto the mat!
ONE!
TW—KICKOUT!
Irina had to break the submission to kick out of the pinfall—but now it’s Recoba that picks her up and then slammed her down with a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX that sent Irina over his head and now, Recoba grabs onto Irina and looked to be looking for THE SKIM—however, Irina turned it around and transitioned into the REAR NAKED CHOKE! Irina had the chokehold applied, but Recoba sent himself full speed into the corner and crushed Irina between the turnbuckles and Recoba. Irina stumbled out of the corner and Recoba landed a picture-perfect DROPKICK that dropped Irina like a bad habit but Recoba wasn’t going to stop his attempt in making sure he’s one step closer to becoming Heavyweight Champion, lifting Irina up for…
THE SKIM!
( Osaka Street Cutter. )
Irina got dropped down hard onto the mat and Recoba rolled her over to her back, hooking both legs for the fall—BUT IRINA TURNED IT AROUND AT THE LAST SECOND! CRUCIFIX PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
T—KICKOUT!
Recoba kicked out just in time and both competitors spring to their feet and the two—they both swing for one another and they both miss one another! The two turn back around and just stare at one another and the crowd are ON! THEIR! FEET! Irina and Recoba stood there, just staring right at one another, and they looked intense. Irina and Recoba began to circle around the ring and they look to make sure they find the right opening needed to strike, but Irina STOMPS on the foot of Recoba and then begins the ALTERNATING FOREARM STRIKES, backing Recoba in the corner as she lands some more FOREARM STRIKES right to the head of Recoba. Irina rushed to the opposite corner as she began to run a lap around the ring—
KILL SHOT!
( Running Arched Big Boot to a cornered opponent. )
—and she got all of the boot! She got all that she needed out of the boot and now pushed Recoba out of the corner as she climbed to the second ropes, waiting for Recoba to turn around and when he did? SHOTGUN DROPKICK sending Recoba almost across the ring—but he sprung right up to his feet and THREW Irina out of the ring, she quickly got to her feet but Recoba was already full speed into the ropes!
A MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!
( Over The Rope Leaping Dropkick. )
Irina got SENT into the crowd—it’s all coming back around, just like how Recoba and Jack both fought it out in the first main event of Adrenaline! Recoba threw Irina back into the ring and he eyed her up, picking her up for the UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA—but Irina slipped down the back and she’s got the DRAGON SLEEPER applied! Irina has the sleeper applied and now Recoba is stuck between a rock and a hard place, trapped up in the submission and unable to fight free as Irina dropped down to the mat and locked in the bodyscissors, wrenching the head back as she trapped him in the submission! There’s nowhere for Recoba to go! Irina seemed to be slipping her grasp, however, and that gave Recoba the right opportunity to slip free and deadlift Irina from the mat for…
THE SKIM!
Irina counters into a submission again! REAR NAKED CHOKE! Irina, however, is thrown down to the mat and out of the submission. Cross begins a KICK COMBINATION to the back and to the chest of Irina, falling back into the ropes and charging in for a PENALTY KICK! Recoba goes for the quick cover on Irina.
ONE!
TWO!
TH—KICKOUT!
Recoba can feel himself coming closer and closer to reaching First Contact, but Irina doesn’t seem like she’s about to give up so soon right now… She’s on the verge of reaching the top of the mountain, a peak she thought that she’d never reach, and she’s just got to survive the onslaught that comes from Recoba. The Fox grabs onto Irina and looks to be setting up the STYLES CLASH– Irina, however, begins to land some SCORPION-LIKE KICKS and finds herself freed from the hold—KNEE LIFT followed up with a BACKHAND and then the—IRINA FIRED OFF THE BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! Irina will not go down as she falls back into the ropes—ANOTHER BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! Irina can feel herself powering up, she’s about to gain the biggest win of her life as she grabs onto Recoba and into the Argentine Backbreaker hold…
IRINA’S WRATH!
( Argentine Backbreaker Rack dropped into a Knee Lift to the back of opponent's head. )
IRINA GOT ALL OF IT! SHE GOT ALL OF IT AND NOW RECOBA IS UP IN THE SEATED POSITION, IRINA SPINS AROUND AND LAUNCHES HERSELF FORWARD…
THE KILLING JOKE!
( Discus Elbow. )
RECOBA GOT THE ARM! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! RECOBA HAS GOT IRINA TRAPPED IN THE SUBMISSION, NOW POINTING THE ELBOW UP… POINTED ELBOW STOMP! AND IRINA WAS SCREAMING IN PAIN! RECOBA IS GOING THE LIMIT AND HEADING FOR THE FINISH!
THE SKIM!
AND HE GOT ALL OF IT! AGAIN, NOT WASTING ANY TIME AND PICKING IRINA BACK UP! IN POSITION FOR THE FINAL ACT!
UP ALL NIGHT IN DAKOTA!
( Jumping Spinning Tombstone Piledriver. )
—BUT NO! IRINA SLID DOWN THE BACK! SHE GRABBED THE ARM! SPINNING RECOBA AROUND!
THE KILLING JOKE!
AND SHE GOT ALL OF IT! WITH THE BAD ARM AND ALL! RECOBA DROPS AND IRINA IS IN SHEER PAIN! BUT SHE FINALLY FALLS DOWN ONTO RECOBA! SHE’S GOT RECOBA DOWN!
ONE!
IRINA HOOKS THE INSIDE LEG!
TWO!
BUT CROSS EXTENDED THE ARM OUT! IT’S JUST UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!
THREE!
JACKSON MILLER NEVER NOTICED! IRINA SURVIVED! IRINA IS HEADING TO THE FINALS OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT! SHE’S GOING TO THE FIRST CONTACT MAIN EVENT!
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd was GOING INSANE inside of the National Stadium as ‘Seven Nation Army’ began to play overhead, Irina Sokolov finally arose from the ashes of war and raised her one good arm in victory. But, a disgruntled Cross Recoba simply knew a point had to have been made and rushed to the referee once he had finally come to his senses as to what happened.
CASEY KINCAID
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND ADVANCING INTO THE FINALS OF THE INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT… THE BIRD OF PREY… IRINA SOOOOKOOOOLOOOOVVVVVV!!!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! IRINA SOKOLOV WITH THE BIGGEST UPSET SEEN HERE IN INFINITE PRO WRESTLING AS SHE’S KNOCKED OFF THE FOX FROM HIS CHANCE AT BECOMING CHAMPION!!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“It came down to the very end — a game of who really wanted that win more than anything — and Irina proved that tonight, but not without a slight bit of controversy that she’s unaware of. Cross seems to be trying to point out that his hand was under the bottom rope—but Jackson Miller isn’t going to accept that.”
ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“She did well, she did her best. But next week? NEXT WEEK? THE CUMMERDOME OPENS UP AND FOUR-AND-OH JAMROCKERS COME TO THE PPV!”
DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Can… CAN WE JUST END THE SHOW SO HE CAN JUST LEAVE ALREADY?!”
CHLOE HARTWELL
“...for Dominic Morrissey, I’ve been Chloe Hartwell and you’ve been watching Adrenaline. Thanks for tuning in.”
The final shot we see is of Irina in the arms of her lover as they celebrated her win, before the feed slowly faded to black.
© Infinite Pro Wrestling, 2022.
