Infinite Pro Wrestling — Adrenaline IV.

[Mav.]

INFINITE PRO WRESTLING PRESENTS:
ADRENALINE IV



LIVE! from The National Stadium in Dublin, Ireland.
Sunday, May 29th, 2022.
7:00 P.M. (GMT) – On The XHF Network.

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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 once again to Adrenaline! WELCOME BACK TO INFINITE PRO WRESTLING! We’re SOLD OUT FOR A FOURTH TIME here in the National Stadium and we’re on the last roadblock to First Contact!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“That we are indeed, and let me tell you one thing, Chloe. Tonight’s card is just looking super stac—”

Suddenly, a familiar drumbeat cuts off the commentary team.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Oh, God. Please NO!”



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

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

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

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

JIMI COOLDOWN
“AH SHIT! HERE! WE! GO!”

Cooldown pauses, and throws a fist in the air.

JIMI COOLDOWN
(In unison with the crowd)
“AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The crowd erupts.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Yes, yes, y’all. Jimi Cooldown is makin’ a TRIUMPHANT! VICTORIOUS! GLORIOUS! Return…”

Cooldown turns, and begins making his way to the commentary booth.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“To the Commentary booth! I’ve got the approval from up high. From the TOP MEN. The TOP BRASS. The Big Unc himself! Shout outs, UNC! Y’know, Adrenaline II? Mega. Ratings. Why? Because the folks at home had someone to reach out and pull them in. With nothin’ more than sweet, sweet words! Last week, I proved that, once again, Los Jamrockers ain’t nothin’ to MESS WITH!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Please, stay away from us!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
(Off mic)
“YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS THAT I’M BETTER AT THIS THAN YOU!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Jealous?! Of YOU?!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
(Struggling to put the headphones on)
“DID I STUTTER? DOM?”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Gentlemen! Calm down!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Thank you, Chloe. Lovely to see you! GRRRREAT to be back. In fact, I have a gift from a secret admirer. My man Alastor.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Not much of a secret keeper…”

Cooldown reaches into his pocket and retrieves a small package wrapped in Christmas themed wrapping paper and tied with a piece of a string.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Go on. He worked really hard on it.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Oh…O - Okay…”

Chloe Hartwell begins unwrapping the package, apprehensively. She ends up retrieving a green transparent object.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What the hell is that?”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Al said it was a “emerald jewel from ancient times”. Whatever that means!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“This…this is a broken piece of glass!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“HE SAID HE FOUND IT ON THE BEACH!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
(Pulling away from the mic in Hartwell’s direction.)
“Listen, he really likes ya. He spent hours smashing bottles lookin’ for a perfect piece. For his perfect piece. His words. Not mine.”

Chloe Hartwell, obviously, is taken aback and can’t find the words. Morrissey slams his hands on the desk.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“First of all, I've got a fucking girlfriend, jesus christ almighty---but second of all. We have a STACKED show here tonight for the folks that actually WANT to watch WRESTLING! Can we move ON?!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Yes, you may.”

---

In the parking arena outside of the arena stands Gavin Drake, his arms folded over his chest as he scowls. Every so often his hand lifts dragging across his beard, and he shrugs as he looks out across the lot. Beside him draped in a long black coat with the hood drawn up is the pretty Emily Black, who stares at the road heading in the lots though holding her breath. And Drake turns to her, grunting.

GAVIN DRAKE
"You know he is going to be late, right?'

EMILY BLACK
"What? Why would you say that?"

A shrug, and Drake rolled his eyes before he shoved his hand inside of his jacket. His fingers dug around, and he frowned slightly. Black sniffed, head tilting before she looked back to the road.

EMILY BLACK
"I hid your flask for the night. Your drinking disgusts him.'

GAVIN DRAKE
"Bloody 'ell! He used to drink more then me, he was like a damned carp!"

Emily snorted, and at this point Luis De Leon ran across the area behind them. A camera crew in tow, and they jerked to a halt as Luis flashed a smile. He turned his head, moving his fingers to get the camera in place. And he ignored the roll of Drake's eyes, and the scowl that crossed Emily Black's face before he lifted the mic.

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Miss Black, Mister Drake. I was hoping for a few words, I was wondering why you were outside?"

GAVIN DRAKE
"Are you serious? What do you care, man?"

Emily lifted a hand, and Drake grunted.

EMILY BLACK
"We are waiting for someone."

Luis arched a brow, and looked around before he shrugged. And then a car pulled into sight, starting across the parking lot slowly. It was a gleaming black car, even the chrome looked to have been blocked out. A Rolls-Royce Cullinan from the looks of it, it wound across the parking lot as Emily Black stiffened. Her hands rose nervously to tug at her coat, and she pushed back her hood. Drake rolled his eyes, and Luis just stared.

GAVIN DRAKE
"You should probably bail out, mate."

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Why?"

The car ground to a halt, and the lights were turned off. The driver's door swung open, and out of the car stepped a huge hulking figure in a black suit. His face was hidden behind a black tactical skull mask, and the head turned to stare hard at Drake. Shoulders rolling as Emily Black said nothing, and Drake stiffened as his eyes narrowed. Luis looked between the three, and took a nervous step back.

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Mormo?"

Drake gave a sour grunt, looking back to Luis.

GAVIN DRAKE
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about Mormo."

LUIS DE LEÓN
"What?"

Mormo grunted, stepping backwards as he adjusted his suit jacket. He opened the rear passenger's door, and a single figure draped in a long black leather coat stepped forth. Mormo drew back, bowing his head as the hooded head lifted and the light gleamed across the dull reddish metal of a mask. A hand lifted, fingers flexing as he stepped around the door.

Death in High Places. The Scourge.

Donzig.

GAVIN DRAKE
"Should have left, mate."

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Uh, why?"

Emily Black glared at them, stepping forward with a slight curtsy as Donzig stared at her from behind the mask.

EMILY BLACK
"Welcome to IPW, I don't see Sinclair--"

DONZIG
"Yes, she heard who was here and had other plans. Was very odd, just as well. The two of you together is--"

A pause, and Luis arched a brow as he looked to Drake. Emily stared at Donzig.

DONZIG
"--tiresome."

Drake laughed, and Donzig hissed. Drake frowned, and Donzig stepped closer to him.

DONZIG
"Oh, no. No, no, no. I wouldn't laugh if I were you, my dear Gavin. Because if you had taken care of things? I wouldn't have had to come here to the middle of--"

Donzig froze, and he turned his masked head to stare at Luis. Luis stared back, swallowing as he saw his distorted reflection in that mask. He shrugged, and stepped back before he winced when he bumped into the silent Mormo. He swallowed, and cleared his throat.

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Uh, hello. I am Luis--"

DONZIG
"Do you think I don't know who every miserable backstage interviewing thrall is on the XHF Network? I know exactly, exactly who you are."

Drake gave a shrug, as EMILY BLACK looked on adoringly.

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Ah, yes. Well, I was wondering, the IPW audience was wondering why you are here?"

Donzig slid away from Drake, and he stepped closer to Luis as he lifted a hand to brush back his hood. He sniffed, and tilted his head before he spoke in that cold empty rasping voice.

DONZIG
"O people, know that you have committed great sins, and that the great ones among you have committed these sins. If you ask me what proof I have for these words, I say it is because I am the punishment of God. If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you."

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Uh, what?"

DONZIG
'Genghis Khan, upon conquering the Khwarizmi Empire."

LUIS DE LEÓN
"Uh, okay. Um, what?"

DONZIG
"IPW has not treated my servants with the proper respect, that means that it has not treated me with the proper respect. And this needs to be addressed, because I don't like to be fucking disrespected, Luis. I don't like it one bit! But even worse--"

Luis tried to back away again as Donzig pressed closer, and a huge hand grabbed his shoulder to steady him. He turned and looked up at the masked face of the silent Mormo, and he swallowed. He looked back to Donzig, and glanced at the black glittering eyes of the pretty Emily Black as she stood just beside Donzig. And Drake's face was a still mask as he looked on. Donzig leaned closer, hissing.

DONZIG
"--The Jamrockers are here. And I for one find those degenerates, those juveniles, those creatures to be an insult! An insult to wrestling, an insult to this sport, and an insult to my life's work! And what is more? What is more? They make--"

A pause, and that mask seemed to sneer even though it never moved.

DONZIG
"--those people, those fucking rabble, the fans in the cheap seats? They make them happy! Happy! Well, no. No, no, no! No more! Nuh uh! E-fucking-nough! I am here now, and I intend to make IPW bend the knee to Donzig-gun! And that means the Jamrockers!'

Luis stammered, and Donzig snapped his fingers before he stormed off towards the building Emily Black glared at Luis angrily before she walked off after the Scourge, and Mormo clapped his shoulder before he followed as well. Drake stood there, watching them before he looked back at Luis with a smirk.

GAVIN DRAKE
"See you soon."

---

CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is set for one fall!”

"Hunter's Moon" by Ghost plays as smoke covers the entirety of the stage. Echo rises from this smoke, mystical staff in hand and points it straight at the stage. He then begins to slowly walk down the ramp before crawling into the ring. Echo stands in the center of the ring and raises his staff up high, before resting in one of the corners.

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… from Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-two pounds… HE IS THE SHADOW KNIGHT… EEEEECCHOOOOOOOO!!!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“A very mysterious figure this Echo is, a man that’s known as ‘The Monarch’s Advisor’ and looking to make his debut here tonight against a former XHF X*Crown Champion of all people. Tonight is a big night for the monarchy if Echo wins, that’s for sure.”

A loud howling noise is heard before a voice breaks through the speakers.

“All rise for the king of all wolves now arrives.”

The voice of James Earl Mother Fucking Jones echos over the speakers. How did he get James Earl Jones to say that? It wasn’t a Cameo I’ll tell you that and it cost a pretty penny. Shortly after James Earl Jones speaks Big Sean’s “Wolves” begins to play. The stage lights up with a spotlight and smoke fills the stage. El Rey steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He soaks up the crowd reaction and makes his way slowly to the ring with his head held high ignoring the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs the steps and makes his way into the ring and throws out his arms to another burst of boos from the crowd. The reaction brings a smile to his face and he walks to the corner and leans against it until the match begins.

CASEY KINCAID
“And their opponent… wrestling out of Atlanta, Georgia in the United States and weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds… THIS IS ELLLLLL RRRRRRREEEEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“And here comes the former X*Crown Champion! Touring all the way from GUNS! IT’S EL REY!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“That kid’s a worker, or maybe a shooter, but he’s good. He’s really good. Helluva good worker.”

Jimi takes a pull out of a cigarette.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...ARE YOU FUCKING SMOKING!? YOU CAN’T SMOKE IN HERE!”



MATCH ONE
EL REY vs ECHO

DING! DING!

Once the bell had rung and both EL REY and ECHO look towards one another, circling around the ring and continuing to look towards each other—but it’s El Rey that charges in and collides with a JUMPING KNEE STRIKE right onto the jaw of Echo– which completely stuns Echo completely and he stumbles around the ring as El Rey rushes towards Echo again but Echo ducked the JUMPING KNEE STRIKE this time and Echo responds with a quick turn around and a ROUNDHOUSE KICK right to the head of El Rey. El Rey looks rocked and almost stumbled over, but Echo grabs around the waist of El Rey and going for the GERMAN SUPLEX but El Rey lands some BACK ELBOWS—but Echo ducked one of the elbows and grabs onto El Rey for the HALF AND HALF SUPLEX DROPPING HIM ON HIS HEAD! Echo tries to go for the cover but El Rey has rolled out of the ring and is on the apron. Echo grabs onto the arms of El Rey and drags him back inside and then brings himself up to the top rope, looking to connect the DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP– but El Rey climbs up with Echo! TOP ROPE SPANISH FLY!

HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

El Rey would begin to head all the way up to the top rope and look down onto the fallen Echo, going for the SIX-THIRTY SENTON but Echo rolled out of the way and El Rey landed on his feet—ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD, THRUST KICK FOLLOWED! And Echo looks to lift up El Rey for the finish—but El Rey turns it around! Arms behind the legs!

SOCIETY KILLER!
( Belly-to Belly inverted mat slam. )

All within a quick instant! El Rey just turned the match around for himself as he hooks the legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“And there’s an easy win for El Rey! What a debut for the former X*Crown Champion!”

‘Wolves’ begins to play out just as El Rey gets to his feet, having his hand raised in victory over Echo—but he doesn’t see who’s right behind him! Aren Mstislav! In the corner and eyeing up El Rey as he turns around to face the Monarch— KING’S COURT! THE SPEAR JUST CUT EL REY IN HALF! Aren is demanding a microphone right now as he gets Echo back to their feet and makes them pick up.

AREN MSTISLAV
“You got the easy one over Echo, that’s really good of you to achieve—but now, you’ve got your match with me, you’ve got your match with the Monarch. You’ve got your match with me at First Contact, but I will warn you. In this company, there’s only room for one royal name around here and that’s me. I am The Monarch, I am the highest acquisition here in Infinite Pro Wrestling, and I shall restore my name back onto the throne by knocking your spoiled brat ass down off of it.”

Echo pushes El Rey away from him, with Aren landing a THRUST KICK right to the jaw and turning him around for Echo to connect the DISCUS BIG BOOT right to El Rey and drop him down onto the mat! With the two standing tall, ‘Power’ began to play through the speakers overhead and the two continued to stand tall as we faded to a quick commercial break.

---

As we’re brought backstage and into the office of Jason Long, the owner keeps his head down and shakes it from side to side — his head buried deep within his hands — and he takes a deep breath once he lifts his head up. But, once he opened his eyes up, he soon realised that he wasn’t alone inside of the room as a man stood right in front of him. A large smile along his face, almost like a grin, before he slightly chuckled. That man was Jack Diamond, the former XHF X*Crown Champion and once mentor to Jason. Jason jumped out of his seat and walked around the desk, wrapping his arms around the familiar face and giving him a hug for a few moments before finally pulling away and bringing himself back to his desk, allowing Jack to sit at the desk right opposite of Jason.

JACK DIAMOND
“Been a while, hasn’t it? Not since The Rumble at least since we kinda got the chance to talk face to face.

JASON LONG
“Yeah, well, I would've loved to have tried to do so at the TAPOUT show but—seemed like I never got the chance to anyway. Besides the point, what’s brought you to Ireland, eh? Never thought to see you here honestly.”

JACK DIAMOND
“You’re right for a small part, but I couldn’t pass up trying to see what’s gotten you so busy these past few months. Been able to catch up with a few episodes, seems like this roster has been keeping you all hands on deck, that’s for sure.”

Jason shook his head, smiling at the comment.

JASON LONG
“Busy seems like an understatement, Jack. I’ve been up to my fuckin’ neck in shit that they’ve been making me running around in circles to try and put under control. I’ve had riots nearly start in the ring, I’ve got teams wanting to rip apart one another, I’ve got others trying to tear apart my whole refereeing staff because of one mishap that went down two weeks ago—”

He soon was able to take a deep breath, finally bringing himself to a calmed state.

JASON LONG
“I know this shit was going to be hard at first, but man– they must love trying to drive me up the god damned fucking walls around here.”

JACK DIAMOND
“Amazing to think that just a while back, we thought about doing what you’re doing now. Running a whole promotion and placing a stake down as one of the best wrestling promotions there are right now on the network. At this rate, it might’ve been one of the biggest ‘what if’ moments on the network.”

JASON LONG
“Man, if I had second thoughts about this right now—I would’ve hated to have heard about myself back then. I really would’ve been driven to drink a gallon of whatever fuckin’ cider they’ve got over here.”

JACK DIAMOND
“Not everything is negative, Jason. I’m sure what we would’ve done back then is now being put into what you have right now, and, of course—you’ve got something going on here, that’s a certainty.”

Jason nodded his head, leaning back in the chair as he once again took another deep breath.

JACK DIAMOND
“Hey, how about I come around for that pay-per-view of yours, eh? First Contact, yeah?”

JASON LONG
“...Jack, we’re on that fucking island around the same time. The two events are going to be on the same day as one another!”

JACK DIAMOND
“Ah, yeah. Well, clearly, I didn’t think that through enough.”

JASON LONG
“Which I’m sure they wanted us there on the island two weeks in advance to the tournament.”

The two paused for a moment, beginning to count the days inside of their heads. Jack’s eyes light up within an instant, as does Jason’s eyes as well, and the two slowly stood up from their seats and didn’t break eye contact with one another at all.

JASON LONG
“You’ve got your bags packed for Thessanora Island?”

JACK DIAMOND
“Yeah… have you finished your work around here?”

JASON LONG
“Noooope.”

JACK DIAMOND
“Shit.”

Once again, they both fall silent.

JASON LONG
“How about you head to the airport and I will meet you there once this show’s over, that sounds good to you?”

JACK DIAMOND
“Yeah, yeah—sounds perfect to me. I… I shall see you there!”

Jack slowly stepped back into the door, soon finding himself rushing out and heading back to the car. Jason holds his head in shame, shaking it from side to side, before lifting it back up and letting out a deep sigh.

JASON LONG
“We’re fucking idiots.”

A quick fade into a commercial break.

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APEX WRESTLING HAS GONE TO THE POINT OF NO RETURN. THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AND THE NEXT LEVEL CHAMPIONSHIP ARE UP FOR GRABS IN TRIPLE THREAT MATCHES! DIANTHA ROSSO AND AZUMI GOTO BATTLE IN A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH! AND JACOB SENN AND HIROTO KAMIYA BATTLE ONE ON ONE! WITH SO MUCH MORE HAPPENING AT APEX WRESTLING’S PAY-PER-VIEW — EVENT HORIZON!



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CHLOE HARTWELL
“When a former XCrown Champion is in your opening match, you know you have a great night of wrestling. Let's get to our next match of the evening, Aaron Asphyxia taking on Johnny Five.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Johnny Five has been on one heck of a journey here lately in XHF and IPW.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“You know, sometimes the journey beats the destination. Especially if your spurs go Jingle Jangle Jingle, and you meet some nice gals on the way.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Whatever that means...”

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Aaron Asphyxia won't be a walk in the park tonight though. Casey is standing by.”

CASEY KINCAID
“The next match is scheduled for one fall!”



CASEY KINCAID
"Making her way to the ring first, from Colorado Springs, Colorado, she is the Transglobal Spectacle... AARON ASPHYXIA!!!!"

Aaron Asphyxia makes her way down to the ring through a chorus of boos, boos that she looks relatively pleased with as she jeers with a few members of the crowd.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Aaron walking with purpose in her steps, and fire in her eyes.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Listeners are not advised to follow that path in hopes of similar reults.”

"HERE'S JOHNNY!!!"



CASEY KINCAID
“And her opponent, from New York, New York, JOHNNY FIVE!!!”

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

JIMI COOLDOWN
"Got a song for you, now. It's about a guy who's cold on the exterior, but deep down, you know he's a good man. And his name... is Johnny Five!"

CHLOE HARTWELL
"Johnny Five some ten to eleven years Aaron's junior, looks to prove that youth is better than experience tonight.”



MATCH TWO
AARON ASPHYXIA vs JOHNNY FIVE

DING! DING!

At the sound of the bell, AARON ASPHYXIA charges forward but ducks under a clothesline attempt from JOHNNY FIVE rebounding off the ropes. As Johnny Five turns around, Aaron quickly slides under his legs to evade a grapple. Johnny turns again but Aaron is already up and runs the ropes again and meets him with a THESZ PRESS INTO MULTIPLE MOUNTED PUNCHES. She rolls off and Johnny makes his way to his feet. Aaron runs the ropes again and leap frogs over Johnny Five, rebounds but is caught and slammed with an impactful SPINEBUSTER. Johnny makes the cover.

ONE!

TW-

KICKOUT!!!

Johnny stands, pulling Aaron up with him and sends her into the corner. He takes a moment to acknowledge the crowd before running in for the STINGER SPLA- NO! Aaron Asphyxia is able to pull herself through the ropes, moving herself out of harms way just before impact. Johnny Five goes chest first into the top turnbuckle, momentarily knocking the breath out of him. Before he can get his bearings, Aaron is already on the top ropes. FLYING CROSSBODY! Johnny hits the ground but rolls through while holding on to Aaron. He is able to stand, still holding her before dropping backwards again hitting a FALLAWAY SLAM. The slam sends Aaron skidding across the mat and outside the ring under the bottom rope. She hits the floor with a thud. Johnny lies in the ring where he hit the slam, trying to catch his breath. The ref goes to check on Aaron before administering a count.

Aaron is able to make it back to the ring apron at five, but Five is able to make it back to Aaron at the ring apron. He grabs her by the hair despite the ref warning against it and pulls her into the ring. Aaron breaks out of Johnny's grasp and slaps him. Johnny stumbles back but then steps back in directly into another right hand. Then left. Another right. Johnny is teetering a bit and Aaron goes for a kick to the gut but Johnny catches her boot. Aaron about loses her balance but regains composure. Johnny takes her leg and spins Aaron around but is caught in the side of the head with a GAMENGIRI! Aaron goes for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

T-

KICKOUT!!!

Aaron Asphyxia slaps the canvas, a bit frustrated after thinking she connected better on that kick. She stands and waits as Johnny pulls himself up on the rope. She runs at him and he bends to hit a back body drop, but Aaron lands on her feet on the outside apron. Johnny turns and is hit with an elbow strike that rocks him, and as he stumbles backwards Aaron hops quickly to the top turnbuckle before launching herself into a MISSLE DROPKICK She can't capitalize on the downed opponent, visibly bothered by her knee, something she tweaked when jumping off the turnbuckle. Aaron is on the ground, reaching for her knee. The ref check is on her and Johnny is able to get back to his feet while Aaron is still writhing in pain. He tries to bend down to pick her up but the referee gets between them due to the possible injury. Johnny is frustrated but listens to the ref and backs up. With Johnny only paying attention to the ref, and the ref's back turned it gives Aaron a brief moment to jump up, sprint towards Johnny Five and hits a STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI! AND THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

KICKOUT!!!

Johnny Five barely got a shoulder up. The crowd explodes into cheers at Johny escaping the near fall which visibly gets under Aaron's skin. She stands up and screams, before walking over to Johnny and dragging his head up and him into a seated position. She quickly wraps her right arm around the front of his chin. Johnny tries to fight it off but Aaron is too quick and she quickly gets ASPHYXIATION ( Sleeper Hold ) locked in. Johnny reaches out with both hands, the crowd cheering him on which only makes Aaron lock the hold in deeper. Johnny Five is fading quick, his arms limp at his side. The ref moves in and holds up Johnny's arm. It falls to the canvas.

ONE!

The crowd begin to chant for Johnny. Aaron looks out with malice in her eyes as she tightens the hold, mocking the crowd in the process and feeding off of their disdain for her. The ref lifts Johny's arm again.

TWO!

"LET'S GO JOHNNY"
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP CLAP CLAP
"LET'S GO JOHNNY"
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP CLAP CLAP

The ref picks up the arm a third time and releases it.

THRE-

Just before it hits the mat, Johnny Five is able to stop it. The crowd explodes into cheers as he begins to shake his fist a bit, as Aaron is wide-eyed and shakes her head in disbelief, trying to cinch the hold in deeper. Johnny makes it to one knee and then to his feet, with the smaller Aaron Asphyxia on his back. He reaches behind him and grabs Aaron by the hair, beginning to pull her on his shoulders, breaking the hold before delivering-

FUCK YO NECK!
( Burning Hammer. )

JOHNNY FIVE MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

KICKOUT!!!

Aaron barely gets her shoulder up and Johnny rolls off in disbelief. The two lay there for a moment before beginning to pull themselves up by the ropes. They meet in the middle of the ring and exchange blows. After some back and forth punches and kicks, Johnny hits Aaron stiffly and she falls back into the ropes, but she rebounds with momentum and tries to clothesline Johnny Five, but he ducks it. Aaron rebounds on the ropes again but walks right into a SUPERKICK. Johnny regains himself and ascends to the top rope. He measures where Aaron is and takes a deep breath-

ODE TO MISHY
( Shooting Star Senton. )

BUT NOONE IS HOME! AARON IS ABLE TO MOVE JUST IN TIME!

Aaron pulls herself up in the corner and slowly climbs the ropes herself, still groggy from the superkick. She makes it to the top just a Johnny Five makes it back to his feet after the missed high risk move. He looks at her just in time to see her flipping towards him and landing on his shoulders before flipping him over with a DRAGONRANA and hooking his legs for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

KICKOUT!!!

Aaron is powered off and stumbles slightly but immediately runs the ropes as Johnny Five makes it up. She runs past him as he tries to counter, rebounds and Johnny drops to the mat. Aaron hops over him and rebounds again, Johnny leapfrogs Aaron as she runs the ropes again. This time though she rebounds and goes for a head scissors, but Johnny is strong enough to avoid the takedown. Aaron spins through to Johnny's back and immediately goes for-

KILLER COL- NO!

Johnny Five powers out of Aaron's Black Widow attempt grabbing her arm and also hooking her leg. He puts her in position to deliver a FISHERMAN SUPLEX. Johnny walks over to Aaron and picks her up. He goes to shoot her into the corner, but Aaron reverses and sends Johnny instead. She immediately runs after him but as Johnny gets to the corner he jumps up on the second turnbuckle and flips backwards into a MOONSAULT INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX/! Johnny covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

KICKOUT!!!

The exhaustion and frustration is beginning to show on Johnny's face as he gets up and stares down at Aaron Asphyxia's prone body. He rolls her on her back and walks over to the corner, beginning to climb it. As he gets to the top, Aaron has made it to her feet and runs and climbs the ropes with Johnny, very quickly. She takes him by his neck and shoulder and throws him back to the mat below. Johnny lands on his feet though and turns back towards Aaron but she is slightly quicker and decisive, having already flipped off into-

SUPERSTYLISTIC
( 720 DDT. )

AARON MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Right after the three count, Johnny tries to kick his feet but it's too late. The two lay down there absolutely spent as the crowd is in a frenzy having just watched that final sequence. The ref walks over and holds Aaron's arm up while she is still down on the mat.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner by pinfall...AARON ASPHYXXXXIIAAAAA!!!!!”

The crowd showers her with boos but also respectful cheering as she makes her way to the back. Johnny Five rolls out of the ring and beings making his way up the ramp to a chorus of cheers.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What a match!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Simply Amazing!”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Mojave, mo problems, am I right?”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“What the fu-”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“-AND let's take you to the back!”

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The feed brings us backstage into the offices of Jason Long, with the screen showing the Infinite Pro Wrestling logo behind him and giving him a backdrop, as he leaned forward onto his desk and looked directly into the lens of the camera.

JASON LONG
“Evening everyone! I’ve hoped you’ve all had a most wonderful night indeed. We’re on the road to First Contact – as some of you might’ve been aware of – and with that, the cards have been stacked up. Championship matches, dream matches, and even a showcase of monarchies. Which means, of course, that the match is official as of right now. At the First Contact pay-per-view, it will be Aren Mstislav taking on the former XHF X*Crown Champion, El Rey!”

The crowd inside of The National Stadium cheered loudly!

JASON LONG
“And with that, it brings us up to four matches set for First Contact. But, there is just one more match that I do need to announce very quickly. That, of course, does involve the multiple tag teams that are involving themselves here and there lately in Infinite Pro.”

There’s constant ‘oooh’-ing that’s heard throughout the National Stadium.

JASON LONG
“As most of you have seen about a month ago at Adrenaline II, there was a bit of an incident that involved The Jamrockers, Chaos Theory, and The Dead End Express. Of course, I thought that just having both PRICE and Jack Haggard fighting against one another would’ve calmed things down—and how wrong I was when an upscaled brawl took place right after the match. And it made me begin to think to myself as to what this could mean for us as a whole, because a Tag Team division – and a stable one at that – would bring in massive views for Infinite Pro Wrestling. So, why not test out these few teams and see who comes out on top in a true test to the brand new tag team division here in Infinite Pro Wrestling?”

The screen behind Jason appears with four team names.

JASON LONG
“With the addition of Donzig-gun, lead by Donzig and Gavin Drake, the three remaining teams — Dead End Express, Chaos Theory, and The Jamrockers — will fight it out to prove who, right now, is the best Tag Team in Infinite Pro Wrestling in a ‘Tag Team Clusterfuck Gauntlet’. The winners of that match, of course, will be rewarded heavily. Now, conflicts are going to rise with Alastor Touchdown being in the Infinite Power Tournament. That being said, if Alastor wins tonight and advances to the finals at First Contact? Then it’s simple, The Jamrockers will have to wait their turn to get in on the action and the gauntlet turns into three teams instead of the planned four. But, I promise you all this, gentlemen. I will make sure that this division will be one of the best in-federation tag team divisions ever seen on the network right now. There’s already four hungry teams looking to prove themselves and I know that the stakes will be raised with it. So, let’s see who stands out on top at First Contact.”

And with one final smile to the camera, the feed heads to a commercial break.

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JIMI COOLDOWN
“The preceding segment was sponsored by the Silver Rush. Silver Rush. Feel the rush of a warm laser in your hand.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“It's time for our next match.”



CASEY KINCAID
“Coming to the ring first, The Submission Technician... LEO REZA!”

“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon plays out through the arena as the few boos from those jealous of his good looks are soon drowned out by the cheers of those that love him. "The Submission Technician", "The Sky Angel" Leo Reza walks out on stage with a confidence aura about him. He stands at the top of the ramp taking in the amazing response that he gets before starting his confident walk down to the ring. He stops to take a selfie with a few people along the way and slap hands with those wanting to. Once at the ring, he jumps up onto the apron before jumping up onto the top rope and hitting a springboard 360 flip and landing on his feet. Getting onto one knee in the middle of the ring, Leo holds his arms out soaking in the buzzing atmosphere before getting up to his feet and awaiting his opponent.



CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent, the Prince of Perfection... JOE NOBODY!”

"Who's Gonna Save Us?" by The Living End begins to play as Joe Nobody steps out through the curtains. The camera zooms into Nobody's face who smirks and adjusts his tie before making his way to the ring.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Ugh! I can't watch this guy. He sucks. I'm going to get some popcorn, maybe some licorice. Chloe you want anything? No? Ok then...”

As Joe makes it up two steps he stops before turning around to give a young fan his signature fedora. He enters the ring and prepares for the match.



MATCH THREE
LEO REZA vs JOE NOBODY

LEO REZA and JOE NOBODY circle each other, measure each other up, then lock up. Leo gets Joe in a HEADLOCK but Joe is able to whip Leo into the ropes and hit a SHOULDER BLOCK. Joe runs the ropes and Leo drops down, Joe rebounds off the ropes and Leo leap frogs him, Leo goes for a DROPKICK but Joe holds onto the ropes this time and Leo kicks air, falling on his back.

Leo is back up and charges in, but Nobody is able to hit a ROLLING ARM DRAG Leo gets up immediately and walks right into a SUPERKICK.. Joe Nobody goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

Joe picks Leo up and hits a RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP, holds on to him as they both stand and drapes Leo's arm over his neck and lifts him hitting a

VICTORY BUSTER
( German Suplex transitioned in a Wheelbarrow Facebuster. )

Joe Covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

KICKOUT!!!

Joe picks Leo Reza up again and sets up another Victory Buster but Leo blocks it with his knee and hits tries a suplex of his own, but Joe Nobody is able to slide off and behind Leo. As Leo turns, Joe tries to go for a right hand but Leo ducks under it. Leo grabs Joe's arm as the momentum takes Joe off balance and he connects with a RIPCORD KNEE STRIKE then lifts Joe up into a vertical hold, trying to complete the Thronebreaker but Joe slips off behind once again. This time Joe locks Leo into a HALF NELSON

The ref moves to check on Leo. He is fighting the half nelson hold and is just about to break the hold when Joe pulls all the strength he has to lift Leo and-

COMBOBREAKER!!!
( Half Nelson Slam into a Cutter. )

JOE COVERS AND HOOKS THE LEG

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner by pinfall, JOE NOBODY!!!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Joe making quick work of Leo tonight.”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“This may be the momentum boost he needs here in IPW.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“How? Why? Nothing makes sense...”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“What's going on here?”

The match between Leo Reza and Joe Nobody had come to an end. Joe Nobody had defeated Leo Reza who has the talent to be good but just hasn’t been on form lately. As Joe Nobody had left, Leo Reza was left in the ring getting to his feet as the crowd are chanting his name. Although it was another loss for Leo, he had a smile on his face as he looked out at the Rezanation. In all of the excitement, it looks as if one of the fans had jumped over the barricade and they slide into the ring behind Leo Reza. Whoever it was, they were dressed all in black and with a black balaclava on to hide their identity. The mystery person is seen by the crowd who start chanting “They’re behind you.”

Thanks to the crowds chanting, Leo Reza turns around only in time to receive an eye-watering kick to the groin. Leo Reza falls down to his knees as the crowd starts to boo the mystery person. The mystery person all in black grabs a handful of Leo’s hair and gets in his face starting to talk trash. The mystery person then backs off as Leo is still in pain on his knees. Now the mystery person is in the opposite corner of the ring to Leo Reza, they take the hood down from their hoodie and remove the balaclava. It is none other than “The Divine One”, “The Machine Gunn”, “The Supreme Being” Ricky Gunn. As the crowd continues to boo, Ricky smirks before making a gun with his fingers and pointing them at Leo Reza, he then uses his finger to indicate pulling the trigger before running at them and hitting them with a V-Trigger which he calls “Gunn 'Em Down.”

As Ricky Gunn gets back up to his feet he is demanding to be handed a microphone which eventually he is given.

RICKY GUNN
“Shut up! I’m talking now so you should all be listening. This is what happens when you’re a bitch! Leo doesn’t deserve to be in this ring. He doesn’t even deserve to be wrestling. He cares what others think too much whereas I don’t give a fuck what others think. You either like me or you hate me and either way it’s whatever. What I won’t stand for though is people like Leo Reza trying to brown-nose their way to the top and pander to all you assholes here in attendance. If I want something I go out and get it. I have a lot of respect for Jason Long but unlike Leo Reza, I’m not going to simp for him. Yes, Jason might be the Owner of IPW but he damn well doesn’t own me. I’m my own man, and I will do as I want when I want. If you don’t like it, try and stop me.”

Still, with the microphone to his mouth, Ricky Gunn starts to laugh as the crowd yet again boo him. Ricky looks down at Leo who is starting to stir, Leo gets up to one knee only to be taken down again. There is a loud thud as Ricky connects with the microphone straight to the temple of Leo Reza. Leo has been busted open as blood starts to flow freely from his head much to the amusement of Ricky. Ricky then locks in the Crucifixion KO which he likes to call “KIA (KOed In Action)” and starts to unleash Elbows into the side of Leo’s head as blood splats everywhere. Reza is out cold as Gunn continues to Elbow him again and again. Eventually, security and referees run down to the ring forcing Ricky to let go. The security seems to have Ricky restrained as a referee manages to get Leo up enough only for Ricky to break free and hit Leo with a Curb Stomp which he calls “Head Shot.”

As soon as Ricky Gunn has done that, he slides out of the ring and backs slowly up the ramp looking down at the carnage he has left behind in the ring. Once Ricky is at the top of the ramp, he points his fingers down at the ring initiating guns and pulling the trigger as he starts to laugh. The crowd once again shows their hatred for Ricky Gunn by booing as loud as they can. This gets a reaction out of Ricky who just sticks both middle fingers up to the crowd before making his exit backstage.

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Just as we’re cut away from the ringside area, we’re brought to backstage and finding the owner – Jason Long – walking through the halls and heading towards the locker room area, and that’s when he noticed a name along one of the doors, appropriately he stood right outside of the locker room for Savannah Andrews. Jason tapped his knuckle along the door twice before entering, finding Savannah all alone and with no company around. The two stared at one another as the door closed, the tension in the room was tight enough as Jason found himself leaning back against the door.

JASON LONG
“Surprised to not see Kai around.”

SAVANNAH ANDREWS
“You just missed him, actually, he went to get back to his seat.”

JASON LONG
“Yeah— Look, I just came around to say sorry to you about everything, alright? I know that things haven’t been great for us lately and, as much as I would’ve loved to have found peace in us separating, I realistically never made it any bit peaceful for the both of us.”

Savannah shook her head, looking away from Jason and breaking that eye contact.

SAVANNAH ANDREWS
“You didn’t make it peaceful for anyone at all, you actually made a fool out of both of us with how you reacted out of all of this, and it’s kinda concerning just how much it meant to you to just ruin my whole life. Putting concern on ruining my whole life and not even focusing on moving on with your own and with your new fiancée, it was all just a bit embarrassing and shocking for anyone to have seen. But I’m glad that you’ve moved on from all of this.”

JASON LONG
“You’re right. I did make a whole fool out of myself, but at least I fixed it all up now. I’m just… I’m sorry about everything, that’s all. That’s really what I’ve been trying to say. That I am sorry about it all.”

SAVANNAH ANDREWS
“Well, an apology accepted. Thank you.”

JASON LONG
“And about your match tonight with Spike…”

SAVANNAH ANDREWS
“Mhm?”

Jason moved in closer and gave Savannah a side hug, holding her close to him.

JASON LONG
“...good luck out there.”

Jason soon released her and headed out of the locker room, slamming the door shut behind him as Savannah just seemed surprised by the whole thing—knowing just how much that it takes for him to ever be apologetic about something and truly mean it. Savannah soon enough grew a smile along her lips and then went back to wrapping the tape around her wrist before we faded into a commercial break.

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CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is set for one fall!”

The lights go out as the beginning of "Bow Down" by I Prevail plays through the PA system, as a circle of flames erupts on the stage. Through the flames, slowly emerges Spike Kane as he fully emerges, the song kicks in.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!!"

As a pyro erupts at the top of the rampway Spike emerges through it, a snarl on his face.

"Yeah, I come alive, I'll survive, take on anything
So paint a target on my back let 'em come for me
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep
'Cause, I'm on another level that you'll never reach

IF YOU SEEK FORGIVENESSSSSS

You'll get nothing!
You'll get nothing from MEEE!!!"

He rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, stopping in the center, sits crossed legged and stares towards the hard camera.

"You will never know, it's the price I pay
Look into my eyes, we are not the same
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
'Cause I'm in control and you'll know my name
'Cause I gave my life, gave it everything"

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out Belfast, Northern Ireland and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… THE GODFATHER OF VIOLENCE… THE BLOOD GOD… SPIIIIIIIIKKKKKEEEEE KAAAAAAAAAANNNNNEEEEEEE!!”

He rises to his feet, and climbs up onto the turnbuckle, shouting out to the audience.

"Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
To everybody who doubted
Get on your knees and bow down!
Get on your knees and bow down!"

He extends his arms, with a smirk in time with the music. Expecting those around, to bow down, just as the music fades and the lights return to normal.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Spike Kane, a former XHF X*Crown Champion and even a SIXTEEN TIME World Champion all over the world—he’s known all over the network as a violent figure and I’m sure that’s no different with his arrival here tonight in Infinite Pro– but he’s got a hell of a task to accomplish, to stop Savannah from heading to First Contact.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Not a fan of this Kane family business. Spike’s cool and all that—but his brother? He SUCKS.”

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

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

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

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

CASEY KINCAID
“And his opponent… wrestling out of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at one hundred and twenty pounds… THE ANGEL OF DEATH… SAVANNAHHHHHH ANNNNNNDREEEWWWSSSSSSS!!”

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

CHLOE HARTWELL
“And here comes the woman with everything to gain heading into this match, a place in the Throne of Blood match on the line if she could win tonight, but she’s got to be aware of who she’s heading into the ring with. She’s not fighting somebody—but she’s fighting a Blood God.”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Why is she so small? Like, what’s up with that?”



MATCH FOUR
IF SAVANNAH WINS, SHE'S ADDED TO THE THRONE OF BLOOD MATCH
SAVANNAH ANDREWS vs SPIKE KANE

DING! DING!

The bell has rung and SAVANNAH ANDREWS is aware of the stakes ahead of her right now against SPIKE KANE, knowing that she could easily get a place into the ‘Throne of Blood’ match with just this one win under her belt. The two soon begin to circle around the ring, the height different on display for everyone to see, as Savannah looks to take Spike off of his feet with a quick LEG SWEEP but he’s able to step over and just walk away from Savannah. The two continued to stare at one another, the both of them smiling at one another, before the finally lock up with the COLLAR AND ELBOW and immediately– Spike Kane took the advantage and threw Savannah down onto the mat, walking away from her as she just laid there, somewhat shaken up by being thrown down, but she bounces right back up and gestures for more from Spike—he runs in for the Lariat but she matrix dodges and bridges her whole body before bringing herself back up to a straightened posture to land a DROPKICK right onto Spike! Savannah doesn’t seem to want to stop there, as she runs into the cornered Spike with the DOUBLE KNEE STRIKE—blocked by Spike as he pushes her away with his feet and the SWITCHBLADE KICK lands the mark on the back of the neck! Spike jumps onto the second rope, watching Savannah kneeling over– DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE BACK and almost crushing Savannah in the process!

The Blood God smiles as he looks up to the lights, soaking in the crowd’s cheering, as Savannah tries to pull herself back up but is struggling to do so, and that’s when Spike jumps back into the action and grabs Savannah into a HEADLOCK, bringing Savannah back up to her feet and lifting her right up into the FISHERMAN SUPLEX, rolling through and bringing her right back up and into the BRAINBUSTER—NO! Savannah turned it around into a NECKBREAKER! Savannah kipped up and let out a roar before watching Spike bring himself back up to his feet and landing LEFT AND RIGHT KICK COMBINATION that takes Spike back as she runs towards the ropes and leaps off of the middle rope—SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! SPIKE CAUGHT HER! Spike goes for a MICHINOKU DRIVER– but she counters, sliding down the back of Spike, but she pops right back up and flips over into a STUNNER! Spike drops down onto the mat and Savannah crawls over towards him, going for the cover and hooking the leg.

ONE!

TW—

KICKOUT!

The shoulder got up before the two count was made and Spike was quick enough to bring himself back to his feet, as is Savannah, and the TWO OF THEM COLLIDE WITH ROUNDHOUSE KICKS TO ONE ANOTHER! The two combatants fall right down and look completely out of it, they seem completely dazed and confused as they slowly begin to bring themselves right back up to their feet—CANADIAN DESTROYER! Savannah shot out of the dark and drove Spike’s head into the canvas and now she’s looking to make sure the finish is in her sights, SPINNING BACKFIST right to the jaw and now the–

SEEING STARZ!
( Superkick into a Strait-jacket German Suplex. )

But she couldn't get the bridge right and Spike rolls through, and immediately Savannah takes the next shot in the dark again—HELLRAISER MISSED! Spike grabs onto referee Jackson Miller and throws him towards Savannah, catching Jackson and moving him out of the way—KICK RIGHT BETWEEN THE LEGS! AND NOW SETTING HER UP! PACKAGE PILEDRIVER! Spike has just dropped Savannah down head first with extreme force behind it, now looking for the cover but Savannah is beginning to roll away from Spike and out of the ring. Spike isn’t having it though as he rolls out of the ring and grabs onto Savannah by the hair, pulling her right into the corner as he takes a few steps back and finding himself in the opposite corner from Savannah. Spike lines her up and charges in, going for the YAKUZA KICK in the corner– but Savannah ducks the boot and sweeps the leg, trapping Spike in a one legged tree-of-woe position as she leaps onto the ropes and drives both feet into the chest with a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP right into the heart! Savannah lets out a roar to the crowd once again and she’s looking to make sure the end is near again, bringing Spike back to his feet and dragging him closer to the ropes, but then she runs right past him and rebounds off the ropes behind him, running past again and springing off of the ropes for…

BLOOD DRA—NO!

SUPERFAST SUPERKICK!
( Ducked attack into a Snap Superkick. )

Spike was able to dodge the feet being driven right into his chest again and found the space to land a quick-timed kick right to the jaw of Savannah! She is completely rocked right now, falling back into the ropes and is about to be met with the BLOODY SUNDAY but Savannah fell down to her knees as Spike swung for the kick and he switched it around to a BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE right to the jaw of the kneeling Savannah Andrews and the Godfather of Violence is laughing, he’s sadistically laughing as he knows he’s got this match under control for himself to take. Spike grabs onto the back of Savannah’s neck and drags her right back up to her feet, sending her into the ropes but she slides under the bottom rope and escapes! Spike slides out of the ring at a quick pace but Savannah slides right back in at the same time, leaving Spike to slide back in and Savannah jumps onto the ropes and springs off with a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP down onto the spine! Savannah brings Spike to his knees and looks to drive the knee right to the jaw with the HELLRAISER—Spike crossed the arms and blocked the knee, pushing Savannah away but she fires off a SUPERKICK and then another SUPERKICK and then another SUPERKICK! Three in a row for Savannah as she drives Spike’s head into the mat with a DDT! And now she’s going for the quick cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

KICKOUT!

Spike found the strength to kick out but he’s reeling in the effects of what Savannah has thrown right at him but he’s not going to give up right there and then but Savannah isn’t pleased with how Spike is keeping himself alive right now as she rebounds right off of the ropes and charges in with the…

HELLRAISER!
( Running Knee Strike. )

AND SHE FINALLY GOT ALL OF IT! SHE FINALLY GOT ALL OF IT AND NOW SPIKE IS GETTING SET UP FOR THE FINISH, GOING FOR THE TAG, YOU’RE IT! BUT SPIKE IS FIGHTING, FRONT KICKS RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF SAVANNAH! SPIKE POPS HIMSELF OFF OF THE MAT—

FREYA’S WINGS!
( Canadian Destroyer. )

AND SAVANNAH JUST GOT SPIKED AND ROLLED RIGHT BACK UP TO HER FEET! SPIKE KIPS UP AND SPINS AROUND FOR THE BLOODY SUNDAY— DUCKED! SAVANNAH DUCKED IT!

HELLRAISER!

ONE MORE FOR SAVANNAH AND IT LANDS AS SHE FALLS BACK INTO THE ROPES! REBOUNDING AND CHARGING IN FOR THE…

BLOOD–GOD’S WRATH!
( Pop Up Powerbomb. )

SPIKE COUNTERED THE MUSHROOM STOMP FROM SAVANNAH INTO THE POP UP POWERBOMB! UNBELIEVABLE FINISH! AND NOW SPIKE DROPS DOWN FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

‘Bow Down’ plays out as Spike rolls right off of Savannah and brings himself to his knees, having his hand raised in victory as he continues to look down at the fallen Savannah, holding onto his jaw, and nodding his head in approval.

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner… SPIKE KAAAAAAAANNNNNEEEEE!!”

Savannah finally comes back to her senses and realises what had just happened, slamming her fists into the mat—but with Spike back onto his feet? He extends the hand out and helps her back onto his feet, giving her another nod of his head before rolling out of the ring and still holding his jaw as he walks to the back.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Well, Savannah didn’t get the win she needed but she got the respect of one Spike Kane—and that should damn well feel like a win in her books.”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“Damn right, but that means the field is set. And with breaking words of a replacement made to take Leo Reza’s place after what happened earlier tonight coming from the offices of Jason Long—the line up is set for the Throne of Blood match as you’ll now see on your screens right now!”



DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“That’s right, Cross Recoba has now taken the space of Leo Reza and he’ll be added into the mix of those fighting for a chance to hold the National Openweight Championship and become it’s inaugural champion! These four will fight in the Throne of Blood match to crown the inaugural champion and it’s going to be one hell of a match at that. So, make sure you’ve tuned in for First Contact to make sure you see who will be our first champions—”

JIMI COOLDOWN
“—AND HOW COULD WE FORGET THE CLUSTERFUCK TAG TEAM GAUNTLET!? THE GREATEST MATCH TO HAVE BEEN EVER BOOKED IN THE HISTORY OF THIS COMPANY!?”

Dominic rolls his eyes.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“Let’s take you backstage for a moment.”

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Having showered, El Rey now collects his gear from the locker room. Leaning into his bag to double check the essential bits, El Rey is too caught up to notice the shadow creeping up behind him.

“Got you working openers, I see.”

Closing the bag, El Rey spins around to meet this well-informed douche.

EL REY
“What’s it to you, asshooooooooooo-”

Zoran Sainovic – the current X*Crown champion – stands within stabbing distance of a sickly pale El Rey.

EL REY
“-oooooooooooooh hi Zoran.” His tone began quivering. “Funny running into you here.”

The Final Boss gives the terrified former champion a cold smile. El Rey slowly inches backwards, but freezes as the Final Boss speaks.

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“Indeed. With Long running zis circus, my appearance is ze equivalent of walking into ze lion’s den. I too was shocked to find I had business in Infinite.”

EL REY
“Well, I won’t keep you from it. Great catching up, Z! See ya next time!”

El Rey gives a polite wave and turns on his heel, El Rey starts to run-

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“...zat business is with you.”

If this was a cartoon, all that would remain was a cloud of smoke where El Rey used to be. Sadly, this the real world – and the smoke left El Rey behind.

EL REY
“...I was afraid of that. What could you possibly want with me? Your Call to Arms team is set.”

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“See I’m running GUNS now. You know, ze promotion zat created ze better part of a dozen shows just to showcase your champion status. ...So you can understand how having buried zeir roster to promote you in main event after main event, it might look bad if ze moment you lost ze strap, you cut and run to a new federation.”

EL REY
“About that, you see, I just, well, I have my reasons-”

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“...Making matters worse is zat Maverick, by any other name, is not overly fond of me. Why even if we’d put ze past in ze past to have a grudging respect, my recent X*Crown reign no doubt brings back less zan pleasant memories for him. My two championship runs to his one. So he has you curtain jerking – you, ze most successful X*Crown champion opening shows with Joe Nobody higher on ze card. If Latoya Hix was here tonight, she’d be higher too! He denigrates the Crown, MY crown – like it wasn’t his finest accomplishment too!”

El Rey nods politely, his eyes darting about the room for an open window or trap door he can use to escape. If this happens to be a video game – he probably still has 2 minutes on the clock to discover the solution.

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“So El Rey in Infinite - makes you look bad, GUNS look bad, ze Crown look bad, and more importantly - ME LOOK BAD. So I’m going to have to drag you back to your ‘home’.”

EL REY
“ANYTHING BUT THAT- TRACY WILL KILL ME!”

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“So… all I need to do is put Tracy’s head in a refrigerator?”

El Rey thinks about this offer for WAY TOO LONG, before realizing that would piss her off even more. Plus there are other relations, and how much space could the fridge have? Is this an industrial fridge?

EL REY
“Even if you could square things with my family, I still have a contract to tour-”

Der Kommissar grimaces. That does complicate things.

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“Fine. Damage control. Since you do have to see ze commitment out, we need your interests to be better handled.”

EL REY
“What does that mean?”

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“Until we get you back to GUNS... I’ll be managing you in Infinite.”

You have never seen a person look more miserable than El Rey this minute. For self-preservation, he musters a smile through the horrified tears.

EL REY
“...Thank... you…”

ZORAN SAINOVIC
“Zat’s sweet, Rey. ...But by ze time we’re done, you’ll understand zat gutting you instead would have been a kindness.”

El Rey finally wills his legs to run, but Zoran already has a friendly hand on his back. The beginning of the end.

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THE THIRD EDITION OF A CALL TO ARMS IS HERE! WITH TEAMS LIKE BOSS RUSH, THE BANG BROS, THE ICONS, THE GUARDIANS AND MUCH MORE BEING ADDED TO THE MIX — EVERYONE WANTS A CHANCE TO MAKE IT TO NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS! WHO’LL SURVIVE THE ISLAND AS THE XHF NETWORK PRESENTS…

A CALL TO ARMS III
THE SECRET OF THESSANORA ISLAND!

( For more information, click here. )

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As we return from our final commercial break before the main event, we’re brought backstage once again and met with a round oval table with Tarah Nova on one side and MYŌJIN sitting on the other side of the table. Right in between the two was Luis De León, with a set of cards in his hands as he looked at the two opponents.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Adrenaline—and as you can see right now, we’re joined with two great names of this sport. To my left is a former champion all over the world and a Hall of Famer, Tarah Nova! And, of course, to my right is another champion all over the world but most known here as the former XHF X*Crown Champion and Junior Heavyweight Champion, MYŌJIN!”

The two nodded to one another before MYŌJIN would extend their hand out to shake hands with Tarah, which promptly made Luis nod his head as well.

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Now, of course, a couple of weeks back— We’ve heard what Tarah Nova has had to say on the matter of this match, and we’re aware that having this dream match is exactly the kind of match that the two of you wanted, but since we’ve not been able to hear from MYŌJIN at all since then? This’ll be their chance to speak up.”

Luis gestured towards MYŌJIN, which they leaned forward and looked directly towards Tarah.

MYŌJIN
“Hello, Tarah.”

A small half-smile soon grew along their face.

MYŌJIN
“I’m glad that we’re given this chance to be face to face with one another, considering all of those things you said about me about a month ago, and I’m sorry that it took me this long to even say anything back to you– I’m sure you know how it is, being busy going all over the world, and even being the OWA Outlaw and Project: Honor X-Factor Champion. I’m just, to put it shortly with you, a little bit disappointed that you’d say such things about me.”

They adjusted their posture, leaning back.

MYŌJIN
“After all, you’re one of the great names that’s around this sport. I’ve heard nothing but great things about you, and that’s nothing but the truth, but from what I heard about a month ago—was that really you saying that? Were you really itching to put someone’s career at risk again? Or was that just an empty threat to put some kind of fear into me? That disappointment is truly immeasurable, Tarah, and to say that I’m even disgusted that you’d go that far with those threats? It makes me question just how far you’d go to put some kind of fear into me.”

They shrugged their shoulders.

MYŌJIN
“Though, I do understand why. A legacy character should do their best to make amends and make sure that they look strong—but I’m not here to keep legacies alive, I’m not here to make someone’s night by just taking the loss, I’m here to show just what it takes for me to be the person I have become. And beating someone like you wouldn’t be the stepping stone that I needed, because I have stepped along those stones before and I have become something more than you’d ever think. That’s why I have those accomplishments, the same way that you have yours, but I just do it better.”

MYŌJIN gestured towards themselves as they finished speaking, allowing a moment of silence to soak in as they stared towards a smiling Tarah Nova, to which they definitely took notice of.

MYŌJIN
“I know you can do better than just emptying out the clip of whatever blank gun you’re firing, Tarah. This is a match that I’ve definitely wanted to have with you. But, I’m not going to try to fight someone that’s out to put me down—because there've been many that have said the same thing, and they all met the same fate, so please, don’t make me try to forcefully snap your limbs or even kick your head clean off.”

Tarah nodded her head at the comments, leaning forward to look directly into the eyes of MYŌJIN—and the tension within the room was tight, easily could’ve been cut with a blunt knife, as Tarah began to tap her fingers along the table.

TARAH NOVA
“I’m afraid you’ve got it all mixed up inside of your head, MYŌJIN. The last thing that I do want to accomplish is to put you along the many names of careers that I’ve killed in the past– but winning this kind of match would definitely mean something to me, more than you could’ve ever imagined. I’ve fought some of the best names that there are right now in this sport, I’ve gone head to head with them all, but you are just the one that I am missing. The one name that I am missing the most and nothing would make me feel much better about retiring than to knock down one of the best professional wrestlers that there is right now.”

Tarah pointed right towards MYŌJIN, before bringing her hand right back down onto the table.

TARAH NOVA
“Some might make it sound like desperation, but I just want to go out – as you’d put it – ‘in style’, so to speak. It’s why I’ve asked for this match for so long, it’s why Jason knew exactly what he was doing when he made this match, because he saw an opportunity to have you and I on the same show—so why not have the two of them fighting. And since then, I’ve been non-stop thinking about this match. I’ve been needing this match, not to just rebuild an old ‘legacy’ like you might think it is, but to just show that I can still go. To show that I am not here to just collect a few wins and then create an ego about it. To show that this is what I thrive in, this is what I show desire to, and to beat you? I would take great pleasure in doing so.”

Tarah took a moment to take a deep breath, soon leaning back into the chair and continuing to look across at MYŌJIN before glancing over at Luis.

TARAH NOVA
“I’ve no further comments to make.”

LUIS DE LEÓN
“Well then, if that’s the case— I’ve got to announce to the both of you, from the owner himself, that your match at First Contact will now have something at stake. As it’s now official, it’ll be Tarah Nova taking on MYŌJIN at First Contact — and the winner of that match will move onto the next pay-per-view, which is rightfully named ‘Royal Crown’, to face the winner of the Infinite Power Tournament finals. To the both of you, I wish you the best of luck.”

Tarah and MYŌJIN look towards one another, the stakes being raised higher than ever before, and with that announcement being made? We fade back into the ringside area for the main event.

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CASEY KINCAID
“The following contest is your MAIN EVENT and it is a SEMI FINALS MATCH to the INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT!”

Alastor comes out shucking and jiving to the opening beat of Purple Haze, swaying those hips for days in time with the drums. Wearing an expectedly bright and flamboyant get-up.

KICK OUT THE JAMS MOTHERFUCKERS!
YEAH I, I, I, I, I'M GONNA
I'M GONNA KICK 'EM OUT, YEAH

CASEY KINCAID
“Introducing first… wrestling out of Boogie Street, New York and weighing in tonight at one hundred and seventy-two pounds… HE IS THE CHET LEMON TO BLACK SNOW… MACHO AL… ALASTOR TOUUUUUCHHHHHHDOWNNNNNNNNN!!!”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he saunters down the ramp. "SAY ALL OF 'EM! SAY ALL OF 'EM! SAY ALL OF 'EM!" He points and yells at the ring announcer. He then runs towards the ring and sliiiiides under the ropes. Jumping up and down as he dry humps the mat a few times. With impressive agility, Touchdown jumps right up to his feet and twirls around for the benefit of the audience, arms extended.

Walking towards the hard camera, Touchdown balances himself on the middle rope and flexes.

"TOP! GUUUUUYYYYY~!!!"

He yells and points at the camera, cheap streamers shooting out and messing up the ring and surrounding area.

JIMI COOLDOWN
“WELCOME TO THE CUMMERDOME! IT’S CUM SUNDAY, EVERYONE!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“...just one more match, that’s all, it’s just one more match…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JIMI COOLDOWN
“Ya know—I respect what Unc does around here. At least he ain’t burying his whole main event scene and making them all say ‘I Quit’ or some dumb shit because who’d do that hahahahahaha. PLEASE FUCKING LAUGH!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“We're getting in trouble for that. I just know we are.”



MATCH FIVE — MAIN EVENT
INFINITE POWER TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS
ANA SOMNIA vs ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN

DING! DING!

The main event has kicked off and already, ANA SOMNIA is looking to just tear into ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN as she rushes in and tries to wrestle him to the ground—but Touchdown is able to slither away from her grasp but Ana is able to grab onto Touchdown and drop him down to the mat with the TAI OTOSHI! Somnia keeps a hold of the arm and keeps Touchdown grounded, grinding the knee right into the spine and making sure that he’s kept down but Touchdown is doing everything in his power to make sure he slowly gets back to his feet and turn things around for himself—but Somnia shows her strength and power by deadlift Touchdown off of the mat in a gutwrench position and sends him over with a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX—but Touchdown landed on his feet! Touchdown has finally been freed of what clutch that Somnia had onto him and now he’s going to bring the pace and quickness up to another level in this match and connecting a ROUNDHOUSE KICK and then a THRUST KICK that follows right after before landing one more CORKSCREW ROUNDHOUSE KICK right to the head of The Undisputed as she drops down to one knee—and there’s the AXE KICK right to the back of Somnia’s head!

Touchdown begins to circle around Somnia and starts to taunt the crowd and get them hyped up for himself—but Somnia slowly brings herself back up to her feet and grabs onto Touchdown from behind with the ZMEYA! Touchdown got dropped down onto his neck and Touchdown looks like he’s got zero clue as to where he could be right now—but that’s not going to stop Ana as she mounts right on top of Touchdown and goes for the IRON CURTAIN– and Touchdown is beginning to kick away, making sure Ana doesn’t let those elbows begin to strike down to his head, and he found a way to flipping her off of him! The two fighters spring to their feet and both turn around to land a FOREARM STRIKE and the two forearms collide with one another! Touchdown and Somnia shake off their forearms and it’s Touchdown that fires off the next shot with a BICYCLE PUMP KICK right to the jaw of Somnia and knocked her back into the ropes—but she rebounds right out of it and into the STEP-UP HIGH KNEE and it completely knocked out Touchdown! Somnia isn’t playing around anymore as Touchdown is grounded and she gains the full mount– THE IRON CURTAIN! And she’s driving her elbow right into the head of Touchdown, trying to draw some blood from him, and Somnia grabs onto the head and pulls Touchdown back to his feet—and she goes for the YUMEKIRĀ but Touchdown twists around and drops Somnia with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!

The blood is slowly pouring from a cut right above the eye of Touchdown but he’s able to wipe the blood out from his eye and get back to his feet—SUPERKICK to the kneeling Somnia and drops her back down to the mat! And now it’s Touchdown that begins to climb all the way up to the top rope, looking out to the crowd and he’s beginning to hype them up!

ALASTOR TOUCHDOWN
“QUADRUPLE MOONSAULT, BAY BAY!”

—but just before he could leap, Somnia sprung to her feet and grabbed onto the ankle of Touchdown and began to climb up to the top rope with him! Touchdown turned around to face Somnia and the two just threw punches at one another! Back and forth they went with the punches! Touchdown is trying to push Somnia down with his foot– TWELVE TO SIX ELBOW and right down onto the cut above the eye of Touchdown! Somnia struck right where Touchdown was trying to avoid and now Somnia might have Touchdown in a situation where it could be the end for him. Somnia hooks both arms and leaps off the ropes!

RODOSLOVNAYA!
( Double Underhook Facebuster. )

OFF OF THE TOP ROPE GOES BOTH AND NOW SOMNIA IS GOING TO GO FOR THE FINISH!

WANDERLUST!
( Rear Naked Choke. )

TOUCHDOWN IS TRAPPED IN THE CLUTCHES OF SOMNIA—BUT HE USES THE ROPES TO FLIP INTO A PINFALL! THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE!

TWO!

T—

KICKOUT!

Somnia was able to kick out in time! Somnia is even surprised by the fact that Touchdown was able to do such a thing! Touchdown and Somnia bring themselves back to their feet and Touchdown rushes in to connect a SLING BLADE! Touchdown rushes to the top rope, he’s got the sights on Somnia as he leaps for the—

TOUCHDOOOOOOWN~!!!
( Frog Splash. )

NOBODY HOME! SOMNIA ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY BUT TOUCHDOWN IS TO HIS KNEES!

HUNTED!
( Shining Wizard. )

TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! AND SOMNIA GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

CASEY KINCAID
“Here is your winner and advancing to the finals of the Infinite Power Tournament… ANNAAAAAAA SOMMMMMMNIIIIIAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“WOW! WHAT A MATCH!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“THESE TWO WENT OFF ON ONE ANOTHER IN SUCH A QUICK PACE!”

‘Vicious’ plays just as Ana Somnia brings herself back to her feet and the crowd are booing loudly as the blood continued to pour from above the eye of Alastor Touchdown onto the mat and Jimi Cooldown rushes down to the ring from the announce table to pull Al out of the ring. But once Alastor is out of the ring, ‘Seven Nation Army’ begins to play throughout The National Stadium and the entire arena erupts with cheers once Irina Sokolov passes through the curtains and heads to the ring.

DOMINIC MORRISSEY
“HERE WE GO! THE FINALS ARE SET! AND THESE TWO WILL FIGHT FOR THE INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!”

CHLOE HARTWELL
“ANA SOMNIA. IRINA SOKOLOV. THE INFINITE PRO HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP. WE’LL FIND OUT AT FIRST CONTACT! WE’LL YOU THERE AT THE 3ARENA!”

Irina enters the ring and stands face to face with Ana, there’s a crooked smile resting along Necessary Evil’s lips and Irina simply nods as she holds her head high, gesturing around her waist and mouthing to Ana that the title is coming home with her before the feed slowly fades to black.

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